I have been considering while reflecting on my younger days if being deprived, or at least feeling deprived, sexually leads to depraved sex, both now and along the way. This storyline depicts the fork in the road that I took sexually for a brief time.

Part 1: Deprived

In my younger days, I was always stimulated sexually. It was probably normal and usual, and for me anyway, it was both M-M and M-F. Us guys had a secret clubhouse and often would talk about girls we had a crush on, and would often pull out our cocks and stroke them as we talked. Occasionally, we would stroke each other but it was more of a dare type fun thing, and it was always thinking and dreaming of a hot chick from school or the neighborhood.

Other fond memories for me were of getting flashed by a hot classmate or discussing our neighborhood “club play” with her if you will. I became quite close to one in particular. I was very open with her about stroking my cock or getting it stroked. She found it hot and admitted she and her neighborhood friends did similar, both M-F and F-F. She wore dresses a lot and would flash me her tits and pussy, watching my cock rise in my jeans.

Some of the neighborhood girls happened onto our “secret” clubhouse as we most notably smoked and occasionally drank there. The group built itself as we spent more and more time there and more and more guys and girls showed up. Soon, the owners started running us off. That led to a smaller group gathering at various “secret” locations. There were two older girls, Cora and Wylda and an older guy Dalton along with us younger guys, Des and Harley or Harl plus myself.

Cora was hot and had a perfect shape while Wylda was bigger, not fat, and had huge tits. Dalton was 'with' Wylda but, as I quickly found out, all three played together. One evening, we were all hanging out in more ways than one when Dalton said “the girls want to play with you guys”. All three of us had our cocks out and they immediately popped up to a full boner. He said “but, they make all the rules, ...and number one, no one fucks them, ...and they want you guys to play around with each other, whatever they want, you do, ...agree?”.

Agree, hell yes, I didn't care. For me, it was a chance to see hot girls, naked and fooling around, and us playing with them. So playing with each other, who cares. Needless to say, I was excited. The date was set, the following Friday night. As the date approached, we found out Wylda's family left early on vacation and took Cora with them. It was summer and it was a three week vacation to their lake getaway. When they got back, it was Fourth of July and Dalton left for vacation for another extended period. By early August, my worst nightmare happened. I found out we were moving. It wasn't overly far away but far enough that it may as well had been on another continent, new school and a more isolated area with no fun neighborhood friends, and not my old friends.

And yes, they all got together for some casual sexy fun, except me. I heard about it mainly from Des when we got together on an occasional weekend. He got to taste and feel his first pussy and suck his first tits. They got together regularly and I heard about their exploits, making me more envious and feeling much deprived. My best friend now was my right hand except when I occasionally mixed it up by using my left. And yes, the girls made Des and Harl play with each other some but it was mostly M-F interaction. I was so fucking envious to the point of being outright pissed hearing about it.

To Be Continued. Any others have similar experiences?

 

I too felt somewhat deprived as a girl. Most boys my age weren't ready to explore their sexuality with me or were too shy to even ask. Being a girl who wanted or needed sex at such an early age was not the norm.
So, I had to rely on fantasy and self pleasure for years before I finally found someone to play with.
These are actually my fondest memories.
I love playing with myself. I still masturbate before, during and after sex.
If that makes me depraved, then so be it.

 

That is such a very hot reply to my post. I am glad that you shared something so personal. I will post more but my times weren't my most fondest (as will be revealed as this progresses. Your quote 'If that makes me depraved, then so be it.' says it all. I am glad that you found something so personally satisfying.

 

Part 2: Deprived Again

On top of being taken away from my friends and their sexy fun, the new school sucked. I made some friends but had few in the local neighborhood for nights and weekends as the houses were on a lake and each was a good distance apart. Then, I had a last hour fine arts class. It was a mix of talented musicians and artists combined with flunkies needing the credit because they got kicked out of other required classes. They were there only to graduate. There I met Sophie. She needed the class because her parents moved a lot and she needed the credit to graduate.

Although she was in the class all year, I started noticing her more in the spring as I, being one of the disgruntled trouble makers in the class, was assigned to help her with her capstone project. It was intended as punishment for me and certainly started out that way. I too needed this credit because I was going to a vocational school the next year and needed the credit as well. Sophie was medium build with dirty blondish hair. She had nice perky tits and a nice ass. She was very pretty but dressed conservatively, often in dresses, and was quiet. If it wasn't for the project, she probably wouldn't have talked at all.

As time progressed, however, she became quite friendly and talkative with me. She was shy because her family moved a lot and she never had time to develop friendships. As I was new there as well, we hit it off. As the semester progressed, I began to see a true inner beauty with her. She began changing her hair and wore makeup. Suddenly, I was the envy of all my friends and schoolmates by hanging out with her. Unfortunately, we couldn't see each other outside of school as we lived a distance apart and rode different buses. And, we mostly had different classes except that one. Her capstone project for the class as an epic miniature of a notable music venue in the area.

It became my project as well as I didn't have the creativity to come up with one. I was assigned to helped her with woodworking on the actual structure, as well as, anything else she wanted. After some intentional vandalism of our project by a suspected senior flunkie, we were moved to a lockable storage area to finish the project. It was lockable by faculty only but did have a deadbolt lock from the inside. The rule though was that the door was always open when we were in there. We progressed beautifully on the project and it took on almost metaphysical qualities as did our relationship. It progressed so well, we were allowed to work some after school with the teacher taking both of us home.

We became, or at least felt, star-crossed even though we had only kissed each other with some light touching. When we were taken home, she was dropped off first but I never got to see the inside of her house or her family, nor did she see mine. Our main time together was working our project in that isolated room. Our conversations grew from the project and our families to, what else, sex. We had skipped the love part although something definitely was there and we knew it. But, we went right to discussing sex. She was a virgin and so was I. She would tease me about jacking off saying “all guys do it”. I sort of denied it, wanting to appear dedicated only to her.

She claimed she never masturbated and I believed her then. I wonder now as I found that nearly everyone, male or female, has masturbated, at least some. Our sexual teasing and flirting made for a tension between us. It seemed neither of us were sure how to make the next move so we continued on as is, just general flirting and talk. The talk got dirtier as the end of the semester approached. One evening she asked “you gonna wait until marriage to fuck?”. I didn't even think through my reply and just said “not plannin' on it”. She kissed me and looked into my eyes in a lustful manner saying “me neither”.

The next day, she walked into 'our' room and gave me a dirty smile saying “gotta surprise for you”. It was warm and she was wearing a sundress. She glanced around with a sly smile then opened her purse displaying a pair of panties. We both had gym the previous hour and I assumed that she left them off after showering. She offered up her purse and I reached into it and pulled them out. I looked around then quickly placed the crotch in my face and sniffed. She ribbed me then began giggling, saying “pervert!”. I grabbed her and kissed her deeply. We remained in an embrace for several minutes before I tore away and shut the door, locking the deadbolt.

I set her on the table and, raising her dress, gazed at her hot, soft, peach-like pussy. I paused briefly to take in the beauty of her nearly bare virgin hole with its light soft fuzzy bush which was natural with little triming. Not wanting to break the tension, I dived into her creamy, wet box. I licked and sucked her in an inexperienced, haphazard manner. She pulled her tits out and began fondling them as I ate her. I felt my cock grow rock hard and push almost painfully against my jeans. As I continued eating her wet box, I unzipped my jeans giving my cock some relief. It pushed through my underwear as I felt the air from the ceiling fan blow across its exposure. My inexperienced oral had its effect and, without warning, she began screaming. I continued my assault until her screams subsided.

I raised up and kissed her tits, before kissing her warm moist lips. My cock was pushing out my jeans, throbbing and leaking as it approached her hot dripping cunt. Then, we heard a knock and a frantic “everything okay in there”. I had no idea how noisy we had been. Sophie pushed me off and began straightening herself. I frantically pushed my cock back into my jeans and zipped up. I stuffed her panties down my pant pocket and answered the door. Fortunately, it was the literature teacher, Ms. Batcher. She was considered cool, supposedly rumor had it she screwed around and smoked dope. I looked at her saying “Sophie had a splinter in her hand, ...I pulled it out”. She smiled and replied somewhat sarcastically “glad it wasn't something serious, ...probably best to leave the door unlocked, ...and open” as she walked away, sexily shaking her ass. I thought to myself “it was something serious, damn serious” as I reflected on Sophie and how we had taken things to the next level.

Sophie looked at me asking “think we'll get in trouble?”. I replied “hope not”. Flustered and frustrated, we continued working on our project and saying little until it was time for our ride home. The semester was ending and so was our work. Our project was nearly complete. The ride home was quiet with me simply saying “bye” as she exited the car. I wondered what was next for us, would she want more?, would I fuck her? I pondered it, hardly sleeping all night. I walked into 'our' room the next day only to find our project missing, and no Sophie. Soon, the instructor called me. He said “we're promoting your project at the county art fair, Sophie is there now, I'll drive you over”. He was giddy with excitement while I was less than thrilled until we arrived and I saw Sophie. She had spent all day on it, and it was the centerpiece of the exhibits. I thought it was good before but wow, it was so much better now. She had done some final touches to it, and it looked magnificent.

She saw me and stepped away to greet me. I expected her to comment on the project when she whispered in my ear “I want to fuck you baby, ...and I need to tell you something”. My cock pushed out in my jeans. The instructor called us over so there I am with a hard on standing in front of everyone. We tried to act normally but could not take our eyes off each other. The night ended almost euphorically. Even though I barely slept the previous night, my mind raced. I nearly overslept but made the bus and school. Upon arrival, I was called into the principal's office. I could tell something was wrong, but what, us making out a couple of days ago?

The fine arts instructor was there as well. He said hesitantly “uh, Sophie's been pulled from school, her dad was transferred, ...semester's basically over anyway and her parents are moving, ...we need you to show the project this weekend”. My mind raced thinking “what?, fuck that project, what about her?, she's gone”. He then said “can you make it?, I know it's hers but...it's yours too”. I nodded “yes” thinking it would be what she wanted. He smiled saying “it will be on display in the school by the trophy cases afterwards, we'd like you to be there for that presentation as well” . I replied “sure”. Then selfishly I thought “well, deprived again” thinking of her panties as my only personal souvenir to remember her by, not even a picture of her.

To be continued as my deprivation leads to depravity.

 

Part 3: Sex Deprivation, What It Led To For Me

The school semester ended and I was even more down, and back to jacking off again and a lot. Still, it seemed so hollow, so empty. I was still pissed that I didn't get to fuck Sophie. Hell, we both wanted it. At least I got her off. Des called and I spent a few days with him. He always brought up sex and his latest exploits. They were all M-F making me more envious to the point that I didn't want to hear it anymore. I thought of Sophie as he bragged about himself with the girls and a couple of other exploits. I thought “fuck, just shut up about it dude” but I still listened with envy.

We walked past my old house and saw Miles walking home. He lived on the next block up from where I lived and was in another school district. We were good friends as well and earlier did some of the same sexual things like Des and I had done. It really seemed pretty normal, masturbating and occasional mutual cock stroking and jerking while looking at porn magazines. We talked for a bit then Des and I left. And yes, sex and girls came up. Des was so full of himself about his 'sexcapades' as he called them it was driving me nuts.

The next weekend, I went into town and stopped at Des's but he was gone. I walked over to Mile's house. He answered the door and invited me in. He too started talking sex. While it aggravated me some thinking of Sophie, it also made my cock hard. Miles always had porn and not just the mainstream stuff so I asked him “got anything new”. He smiled and reached into a box under his bed pulling out a couple of magazines saying “new stuff”. He smiled saying “still got that old stuff you liked so well too,...but the new stuff, it's even dirtier, downright raunchy, ...even nasty”.

He had a friend from his school that intercepted his parent's porn when they pitched it. When he got new, he sold or gave the old to Miles depending on the quality and condition. He had taboo swinger porn showing blatant sex that I was thumbing through and I wondered about the guy's parents. The regular mainstream porn had hotter women, but mostly posing with an occasional cock in them or one shooting a load on them. These swingers were regular looking couples and groups doing anything and everything and it was definitely raunchy and depraved.

The swinger mags had a lot of pics but also stories to accompany them along with the usual recruiting BS and ads. While mostly M-F and F-F, there was some M-M with the gals egging them on. This triggered my interest thinking way back on Des and the old gang and what Cora and Wylda wanted us to do. In my mind, M-M was 'practice' until a M-F opportunity would arise, unless it was a group thing like with them. But not here, these were mature guys doing it, both M-M, MMF, and some with women present but watching, not participating or participating indirectly. In one story, the picture sequence showed a gal stroking a guys cock then placing it against her mate's asshole and rubbing his balls as he pushed it in up her guy's ass.

I surprised myself getting intrigued with that particular story. I soon found my pants slid down and me stroking my cock unconsciously. Miles smiled saying “just shoot on the floor”. I glanced at the hardwood floor then continued reading and stroked but feeling differently than ever before. I continued fondling myself and stripping naked as I did so. I could hear Miles as he undressed as well. He stroked to another magazine with only pictures. His stroking shot a load onto floor ahead of mine as I slowing stroked while reading the story. He shot a somewhat bigger load than what mine usually are and, as my masturbation went past the point of no return, I felt a little self-conscious firing my smaller load onto the floor.

After I shot, I immediately dressed as he continued looking through the magazines naked. I got up and left, saying “thanks, see you around”. He asked “tomorrow?”. I shrugged and left, walking back to my bus stop. I was feeling a bit embarrassed looking at porn, especially that kind of porn, and jacking off but, by the time I was home, I was wanting more. And more than just masturbating, more of those magazines, and the more perverse and raunchy stuff, both M-F and M-M. I just wanted perverse, sick stuff! I had no interest in true gay stuff. I just liked the concept of women being present in those magazines and encouraging the guys to play with each other, sorta like what Cora and Wylda wanted us to do.

I caught my ride the next day and went directly to Miles. He opened the door wearing just shorts and smiled, letting me in and asking “ready for more?”. I simply stripped naked saying “sure”. My cock bounced as I sat on the bed. I began reading and stroking, finding myself entranced with the group bisexual stuff. Miles slid off his shorts and looked at me saying “like that?, ...I do too” as he stroked his fully erect boner. Spontaneously, he placed it in my face and I reached over and stroked it. His slit leaked precum as I continued. He pulled away and stroked his cock himself before placing it back in my face.

I stroked it with one hand and began fingering his lubed slit with the other as it continued leaking precum. I found his very hairy cock and balls somewhat repulsive but was still into stroking the head. He must have been wanking before I got there, because he immediately popped a rope directly into my face and mouth. As I pushed his cock down, a second shot shot across my neck and chest. As I pushed it down further, a third powerful rope actually shot across my abdomen and across my erect member. He pulled away and stroked himself to completion on the floor.

I got up and was going to clean up when he ordered me to stay on the bed. I was expecting him to stroke me or lick me, or even suck me. We had 'played' some when we were younger just like Des and I did. We had mostly stroked each other but he also enjoyed sucking me even though I didn't return the favor. Instead, almost commanding, he said “jack yourself off”. I began stroking as his cum ran off my face and chest. The aroma was a turn on and got me into it as I used his cum for lube. He smiled at that and said “look at that hot babe” as he offered me a nice foldout of a creampied babe laying spread and leaking. Her pussy glistening in the light on the photo. Watching that and smelling the aroma of his cum, I shot my load onto the floor.

Miles grabbed his clothes and mine and threw them onto the chair across from the bed. I sat there as my cock drained itself before saying “well, I better go”. As I got up and walked towards the chair, Miles said “no reason to leave just yet” as he got up and blocked my way to the chair. At first, I was miffed about it but sat back down. The smell of cum radiated throughout the room as I laid back on his bed and fondled my dripping cock. His cum ran off me onto his bed sheet. I just continued playing with my cock as I watched more of his cum run off me. He seemed to like that as he gazed at my naked, cum dripping body.

Miles then said “wanna stay here for a few days, ...family's at the lake”. I hesitated when he said “here, read this one” as he handed me another one. We looked at porn together as I watched both our cocks grow. This was a different magazine and had guys and gals in BDSM bondage doing even more depraved things like the subs licking the Doms assholes as well as eating their cocks and pussies. And, the subs were all taking male Dom cock up the ass. My mind was foggy reading this. I should be disgusted with it but was instead wanting more. My cock had a full boner and I began stroking it again.

Miles got up and placed his cock directly in my face. I stroked it before he backed off. He laid down on the bed and I knelt between his legs and rubbed his hairy balls while stroking his cock some more. He seemed to enjoy it as he quickly shot a nice load into the air and into my face. He just laid there after that so I stroked myself again looking at the BDSM group stuff, this time a bi-threesome with the Dom fucking the guy's ass while his handcuffed female mate licked the Dom's asshole. I stroked myself harder while getting into this but, in the back of my mind, also wondering WTF is wrong with me.

The rawness of the magazine sex overrode any of those ponderances as I continued reading and thought what if that was me in the magazine. Me and a gal friend, not my sweet Sophie but a dirty gal. Doms making us lick their asses. My gal turning on me, handcuffing me, sucking our Doms cock while his gal grinds her ass in my face. My gal giving me a dirty smile saying “I'll save your ass this time” as she lets our Dom friend fuck her as she smiled at me seductively. I stroked myself faster reading this, looking at the pics, and imagining it was me. My cock began burning as I turned away from the magazine and shot another load onto the floor.

 

Part 4: Continuing Down The Trail of Depravity

Like last time, all I wanted to do was get dressed and leave after I came. I had zero interest in that magazine now. In fact, I thought it was gross. But, I remembered from last time, I was soon wanting more. Would this continue, me wanting and needing more and more, and sicker and sicker stuff. I slipped over and grabbed my clothes. Miles looked up disappointed saying “not mad are you?, ...I'll suck you”. I replied “no, but next time, I'm taking charge”. I cleaned up and dressed in the bathroom and left. I stayed away from him for a while. Then, one night I watched a hot, sexy movie on TV that got my balls boiling.

The next day, I was invited to a small party. Unfortunately, I was the only single guy there. There were some hot babes there though, very scantily dressed, and my cock stayed hard the entire time I was there. After a while of feeling somewhat isolated there, I called Miles. I left later that evening, taking the bus to my old neighborhood. The stop was closer to Des's place but I walked directly over to Mile's. I knocked and he answered almost anticipating and smiling. He knew the bus schedule and I assumed he guessed on my arrival. This time he was completely naked as he stood in the doorway greeting me.

This made my cock even harder as I watched his grow, almost as if waving at me as it bounced up and down. I had actually never sucked him or any other cock before but told him “I'll suck you dick this time but then I'm taking charge”. He smiled “take charge now” as he undid my jeans, grabbing my cock with one hand while stroking himself with the other. He acted as if he was wanting to make up for last time when he dominated our session together. He led me back to his room and sat on edge of the bed.

He had a dresser full of lotions including hand lotions, suntan lotion, etc. and I asked “what scent do you like best?”. He was laying on the bed wanking by then and I was undressing. He smiled saying “for fucking, the hand lotion”. Our cocks were hard and I told him “spread out on the bed”. He rolled onto his stomach, pushing his ass up as if expecting an ass fucking. I told him “no, roll back over”. As he did, I spread his legs and lubed his ass and crotch before lubing my cock. He asked “what the fuck are ya doin'?”.

I had seen a M-M sex position in one of his magazines where the top fucked the bottom's crotch and thighs and I wanted to try that. The caption said “closest thing to a pussy when she's away”. I climbed on top of him, telling him to hold his cock and balls up. I placed my cock against his gooch and ass and had him press his lubed upper thighs in against my cock, squeezing it.

I began pumping the makeshift orifice he made between his legs. The feeling was hotter than I expected. My cock was stroking his cock shaft between his balls then sliding down into his ass cheeks. His thighs gripped me as I pumped him. I was careful not to smash his balls until he pulled me in tighter against them. I pumped him a little harder making more contact with his balls as I fucked his crotch. I continued fucking him, sort of enjoying the moment when I felt him reach down and begin stroking his cock head. At first, I wondered what he was doing when he began stroking faster. I was caught up in the moment when I felt something I had never felt before.

My cock and balls began a tingling sensation like no other. I pumped harder, trying to relieve that glorious itch and burn but the harder I pumped, the worse it got. I pumped harder and harder as Miles stroked his cock head. Finally, I was banging his balls on each stroke. I was out of control, I couldn't stop myself. Nature took over and I banged him hard seeking relief. Finally, relief was achieved as my cock seemed to explode. I felt a hot wetness that made me pump harder. The more I pumped, the more cum I shot. Looking down his body, I saw his cock shoot across his abdomen and chest, then shooting both me and himself in the face. Mine was still erupting as I still pumped, trying to relieve that sensational yet burning feeling.

Finally, I felt my cock empty and relief set in. I was completely out of breath. I had never felt so out of control in my life. My own cock had me pounding Miles to give it relief. I rolled off him basking in the afterglow. He began cussing “fuck, I'm soaked”. I replied “yeah, you shot a good load” as his cum dripped off my face. He replied “no, you, ...look”. As I raised up over him, I looked at the huge wet spot on the bed between his legs. He was hairier than me and his hairy crotch was dripping with cum. He said “you piss?, ...you better not have pissed in here”. I replied “I didn't piss, I promise”. He replied “fuck, I've never seen cum like that before”.

Well, I hadn't either but, other than porn magazines, I had only seen Miles and myself truly cum. Des and Harl really never did shoot a lot when I watched them, and maybe I hadn't really either, at least before today. I always shot a small self-conscious load. That felt good but this was euphoric, addictive. This was sensational, a feeling like I had never experienced, a total out of body experience. My cock had become a fire hose and now the fire was out, at least momentarily. I nodded off enjoying the feeling.

Miles returned from the bathroom waking me and saying “you better need to piss”. I laughed “it's not piss, feel it”. He replied “yeah, I felt it when I cleaned up”. I got up saying “I'll leave the door open so you can watch me piss”. I pissed a good stream then returned to the bedroom saying “see”. He hesitated then said “well, okay, that was a load then”. He laid on the bed away from the wet spot. My cock was hard again and I climbed on top of him. He looked at me saying “better be a smaller load this time”. I gestured my cock towards his crotch but he slid down. I crawled up and pushed it towards his mouth and he opened.

I slid it in and out telling him “hold you lips like a pussy”. I pumped his mouth slowly, letting his lips slide up and down the shaft. I began pumping faster and faster, seeking that feeling like I had felt earlier. Finally, I felt that burning sensation as I continued poking his mouth. My load built and I pumped it down his throat, with him swallowing fast and hard. He cleaned my cock and I rolled over into the wet spot I had previously made. He replied “damn, that's a lot of cum for a quick second”. I replied “believe me now”. He laughed saying “yeah, you must of crossed some orgasmic threshold or something, ...you came like a horse that first time, ...and a lot now”. I was no longer self-conscious of my cum shots. In fact, I was quite proud.

Will my depravity get deeper?

 

Part 5: Raunchy Saturday Night

Miles said “you might as well stay, ...parents are at the lake til tomorrow evening”. It was Saturday evening and I figured my balls would need draining some more so I said “fuck like we did earlier some more?”. He asked “you stayin' then?”. I nodded “yes”. That new position worked well and I came between his legs several more times before I left the next day. That on top of oral that he gave me. He seemed to want or need me to stay and had become very submissive. My sex drive was through the roof and I couldn't get enough. He had nabbed some beers from his parents cooler before they left and had stolen some cigarettes and a couple of blunts from his sister. So we had a euphoric, orgasmic stoner weekend but porn and fucking were the centerpiece.

The second time fucking his crotch wasn't as hot as the first. He was sticky and his hairy body wasn't a turn on. I knew deep down, no matter how homosexual this was, I was still into women not guys. I knew we both got turned on by bi-behavior but not so much M-M. The swinger magazines, for me at least, seemed to emulate what I wanted to have with Des and the neighborhood gang, especially the girls being there. I would have gladly sucked a cock if I could have also felt up and licked and sucked those gals as well. Now, it was this, mostly my cock doing the thinking for me, needing to get off no matter what.

I shot my cock with more lotion and began fucking his crotch again. He had lubed his cock and our abdomens and he pulled me tight against him, allowing our motions to stroke his cock as well. Despite it not being as hot as the first, my cock soon needed its relief. That glorious euphoric burn had returned. I raised up, neglecting his cock, and pumped him hard. Like before, each stroke required another hard, faster one for me to achieve relief. I pumped faster and faster until my cock exploded again in the tight confines of his crotch area, shooting another load into the already huge wet spot I had made earlier. I rolled off to the side and Miles began stroking himself off. I rubbed his balls hoping he wouldn't ask me to suck him. He didn't and pulled away stroking himself. He aimed his cock at my crotch, quickly shooting a load through the air and onto my cock and balls.

I just laid there watching as his cum ran off me and down my balls. Despite that, my side of the bed was relatively dry. Miles got up and said “roll over into your mess, ...you made it” as he reached for a towel from the clothes basket. I was feeling a bit stoned and was tired so I rolled over into the cool wet spot and said “I'll shoot that side tomorrow”. He muttered something as he headed to the bathroom and I nodded off. I awoke later to Miles stroking my cock. I chuckled asking “wanting a wet spot on your side?”. He shot some lotion on my cock and on his crotch. It was completely dark with only the street light and a hall light shining in the bedroom. I could barely see and, as I rolled on top of him, he guided my cock into his makeshift pussy.

I began pumping it again wondering how many times I could cum in a day. I was sleepy and still a bit buzzed but my pumping brought my cock its pleasure. As I pumped him, that great pleasure increased and I was quickly shooting another load between his legs, relieving my cock of its erotic needs. He was fondling himself and said “my turn”. I rolled over and he shot my crotch with lotion and climbed on top of me. I pulled my cock up and let him slide his between my balls and gooch. He began pumping and I was surprised as to how good it felt. He pumped me and almost immediately shot my crotch and the still very wet sheet. He rolled off me and laid there.

His cock stroking me gave me a boner and I said “my turn again”. Miles replied “your kidding” as he reached over and felt my boner. I rolled on top of him and slid my cock into his still lubed crotch. He pulled on his cock as I began pumping him. This time, the excitement had diminished and I was just seeking relief. He reached around and begin playing with my ass. That brought on a whole new sensation. I slowed my stroke and allow his finger to probe my asshole as I fucked his crotch. I was liking the sensation and didn't want it to end. The feeling was amazing but soon I felt a load build. He asked “getting close”. I grunted a “yes” as his fingers pressed in deeper.

I was past the point of no return slowly pumped him, shooting another load. I collapsed on top of him as he continued fingering me. My cock remained hard in his crotch. His fingering aroused me to the point that I began slowly pumping his crotch again. I had never had ass play before this and, even though it wasn't a true fingering as he was barely penetrating my ass, it had an erotic effect. My cock was loving it. I began slowly pumping him for all my cock's pleasure. This went on for an euphoric time with my cock pumping a little faster on each stroke. He pulled me in deep, forcing my cock to pump his ass cheeks and he fingered me deeper. I pumped harder and harder as his hands gripped my ass and his finger was truly fucking my asshole.

I was pumping as hard as I could in my confinement. Each stroke required another faster, deeper push as his fingers stimulated my ass. I wanted so bad to pump full long strokes but was forced to short ones. Soon though, I felt my balls boil and my cock found its relief, shooting a load and coating his ass. Combined with being stoned, I was dizzy with euphoria. I barely made my way off him, rolling off onto the cum soaked sheets with my head spinning. I was drained and stoned but knew I wanted more.

Laying in all that cum was euphoric. I smiled thinking “yep, I am a depraved, sick fuck” as I laid there thinking of the magazines with the swingers and BDSM stuff. I knew I was hooked, addicted, and depraved. I felt a slight breeze blow across my cum soaked cock and balls. I savored the aroma of cum as I stared at the street light before rolling over on my side and and passing out.

To Be Continued.

 

Part 6: The Raunchy Fun Continues

I woke the next morning to daylight. I was sticky with lotion and cum. Miles was up and drinking a beer. I got up and took a piss. I returned saying “hot night last night”. He nodded saying “where do you get all that cum”. I replied “not sure, just started shooting like that, ...ready for more?”. He laughed saying “you're kidding, I figured I milked you dry”. I replied “no, now lie back on the bed”. Almost submissively he did so. I had a swinger magazine marked to a page I liked to look at. It was a MMF fuck scene with several sequential pictures. I tossed it on the pillow beside him and climbed on him.

I shot some lotion on my cock and slid it into his crotch. He was very accommodative and, as I slid my cock in, he squeezed his thighs together tightly. I began fucking his crotch just like before, only this time I was getting into the magazine. The gal was getting fucked by their lover while the hubby first licked then fucked his ass. I had no desire to get ass fucked yet I found the magazine action very hot. It had a nice storyline that I had read earlier and unlike some, their bodies, including their faces, were completely visible.

They were all average looking. She had saggy tits and neither of them had large members, just your average types. But, they were into the action. And, looking at it, so was I. My fucking was in automatic mode as I was mesmerized by the magazine. I began feeling that new erotic feeling in my cock. I began pumping his crotch harder and harder, again seeking ecstatic relief. He began stroking himself as I pumped him. He adjusted himself so that my cock stroked his shaft between his balls. My mind raced, as the sensation of my cock pumping him, mixed with the thoughts of the swingers in the magazine, caused my cock to burn.

My cock again was seeking orgasm. I began pounding his crotch. He began stroking himself faster as I pumped him harder. I soon felt the warm shot of cum as it blasted from his cock, shooting both our abdomens and chests. I pumped harder and faster as my nut built. I quickly and haphazardly turned the magazine page to see the MMF aftermath. The gal's pussy was creampied and one guy was pulling his creamy cock from the other guy's ass. The sensation of it all made me bury my cock deeper and pump his crotch faster. I began feeling that sensational burn where each pump required a harder and faster one to relieve the it. I pumped furiously until I blasted another load. I continued pumping until my cock was drained.

He must have felt the load as he said “damn, you think those balls are drained now?”. I replied “doubt it, hope you want more later”. He rolled off the bed saying “fuck, there's cum everywhere” as he grabbed the towel and cleaned himself off. Hell, I had it all over me. I'd laid in it and rolled in it, I didn't care as I nodded off back to sleep. I woke a couple of times to Miles smoking a blunt. The second time, he was also drinking a beer. I awoke the last time to it being midday. He had passed out and was waking up. I laid there on the cum soaked sheets feeling my cock harden. My senses were in overdrive seeing, hearing, and smelling our sex all around me.

I had created a routine where I would cum between his legs then slide down his body and stroke him off if he didn't already do himself, then crawl back up and do it again. The last time, as I started to stroke his cock, he said “never mind, I'm done”. It was time to go so I slid my cock back in, still mostly erect, and began pumping his crotch. The lotion, cum and sweat combined for a hot lube. Despite that, I found the last fuck a little harder to achieve orgasm. That being said, a few more strokes thinking of those depraved magazine lovers and my horny cock was cumming again.

I shot a smaller but still orgasmic load and just I rolled over and laid there. I think by then, Miles was ready for me to leave. He said “better get showered and get out, I gotta wash sheets before they get back” as he began tearing off the sheets and mattress pad by the corner and motioning me off. He brushed his hand across the mattress and said “soaked all the way through some, glad there's a mattress cover”. I got up, still feeling stoned, and showered. I dressed and took a couple of hits off his blunt and said my goodbyes.

I waited at the bus stop for my bus. Miles had sort of run me off and I had to wait a while until the next bus came, so I pondered the situation that I was in. Although my balls were drained, I no longer felt repulsive about anything Miles and I had done. I only felt a little embarrassed when I thought about Sophie. What would she think of me and Miles, and me getting into that sick porn. If she would come back, would she still care for me knowing about all that?

I pondered how differently this summer would have been if Sophie had stayed. Would I have ultimately still reached this level of sexual depravity at some point anyway? I put Sophie on a pedestal that probably was too high. After all, I did eat her pussy and she wanted me to fuck her. Still, in my eyes, she was an angel. She deserved the pedestal I had put her on. Despite missing her, I was in sort of a state of euphoria. I then pondered if I would still feel like this if I wasn't stoned from earlier. Oh well, who cares as I leaned back watching the bus arrived.

After I boarded the bus, I thought about me and my imaginary “dirty gal” that I had concocted earlier. I went into a trance thinking about dirty swinging and BDSM with her. The bus trip was short and I was soon home. No one else was home as the family was gone out of state. I made my way to my room thinking of dirty sex. My drained balls had recharged. My still somewhat stoned mind drifted into an imaginary orgy as I plopped down on my bed.

I imagined us at the dirty fuck party that I thought of earlier. As I continued my stony dream, I unzipped my pants and pulled out my erect cock. Better yet, I needed to be completely naked for this so I slipped off my jeans and undies and pulled off my shirt. Lying there naked, I began stroking my cock. I had an old drumstick that I used to stroke my balls and gooch when I jacked off. I used it to smack my balls pretending she was smacking them while getting fucked. That hurt but I still couldn't resist popping it across them again.

Despite the pain, my cock sprung harder as my slit looked me directly into my face. I stroked myself faster as I imagined watching her getting fucked while abusing my balls. My mind drifted, almost making the action real. I watched my cock head as it shot a nice line drive load into my face and mouth. My freshly showered body now smelled of hot, fresh cum. The taste and aroma were erotic. I licked my cum from my lips and swallowed what I had shot into my mouth. I wiped it from my chest and neck and rubbed my lips before licking it off and swallowing again.

This was all too much for me as my mind raced trying to grasp everything. My imagination continued thinking about my dirty gal. My cock was still erect and leaking cum. She smacked my balls one last time as she pulled off the cock she was fucking. She directed the cock to my ass. I took the drum stick and coated the end with the cum that was on my shaft and what had pooled at the base. I rubbed it against my asshole then slid it slowly but forcefully up my ass. I had never done that before and the feeling was like getting my balls smacked, somewhat painful but erotic.

The entry of the drumstick into my ass made me lose thought of the imaginary orgy and a guy's cock being there, as the drumstick brought on a whole new sensation. My ass gripped it tightly as it rubbed against my prostate. I wasn't aware of prostate stimulation before this but the sensation was like no other. I found myself naturally working the drumstick with my sphincter muscles as cum began leaking from my cock head. I laid there mesmerized as I slowly worked the drumstick in and out using a rolling sideways motion.

As I continued, more cum oozed from my cock head. It was getting dark and watched in amazement as the shiny, glistening cream slowly leaked from my cock and ran down my shaft. I felt my cock twitch as a nice spurt shot out of my cock. I would learn later that this is a common hands free technique. But, I couldn't help myself, and still can't for that matter, and began stroking my cock.. The milking had it's effect and two more nice spurts shot from my cock as I stroked it to completion. I removed the drumstick and laid there basking in the afterglow before falling to sleep in my creamy, erotic mess of cum.

 

Part 7: Lake “Fun” - My Depravity Peaks

I awoke the next day to the phone ringing. It was Miles calling and wanting to know if I wanted to go to the lake with them. I thought “I live on a lake, ...but a change of pace might be good” so I replied “sure, when?”. To my surprise, they were going right back down that afternoon so I needed to get ready fairly quick. After I hung up, I laid in bed looking at the drying but still sticky cum that coated my cock and balls, and my chest and abdomen. Luckily, I had a phone extension in my room so, even though the house was empty, I didn't have to parade around coated in sticky, drying sperm.

The sexy aroma of fresh cum was gone and the sticky mess needed a scrubbing cleanup, plus I needed to get ready anyway. I showered, dressed and packed and got on the next bus. When I arrived, they were ready to leave. Their lake place was a couple of hours away. It was on small lake lots with cabins and trailers crammed together with little privacy in between. We arrived and we met up with a few of his relatives, notably his sister Lesa and her best friend and step-cousin Grace. Lesa was staying with her all summer at the lake. Almost immediately, Miles took a liking to Grace.

Lesa and Grace were a little older than Miles and I tried to be extra friendly with Lesa, sort of being a wing man. I had known her all my life and really wasn't interested in anything other than friends. That being said, hanging with her made the relationship flow better between Miles and Grace. They took off, forgetting about me and Lesa, and disappeared. Little was said between Miles and I that night as he was with Grace until late.

Early the next morning, Grace and her family had to leave for a family emergency. Since her and Miles' parents were there, Lesa stayed. Now, Miles wanted me to avoid her and hang out with him. Miles and I did some lake stuff, mostly fishing and swimming. Miles talked about how horny Grace had made him. I suggested to him that, since we had so little privacy there, we put on life jackets and float out a ways and jack off. We got mostly out of sight and down came our trunks and out came our cocks. We stroked ourselves underwater since we were still in sight of some people.

My sex drive was high so I stroked out a few more loads than Miles did. I came back alone from my last jack off session. I saw Miles and Lesa talking and gesturing towards me. I pulled myself up on the dock, hoping my trunks were up good and sat beside them. Lesa asked in a flirting manner “have fun out there?”. Not knowing what Miles had told her, I replied “yep, water's nice”. She giggled and we sat there.

I heard her tell Miles “yeah, probably around noon” and she got up saying to me “I'll leave you two alone” as she popped me with a towel. I asked Miles “what's she mean by that?”. He replied “dunno, it's not like we're gonna do anything now anyway”. I asked “so, what's she know?”. He replied “she knows we do stuff”. I replied “yeah, like what?”. He replied “cock play and stuff”. I sorta sat there when he said “her and mom and my aunts are going shopping tomorrow afternoon while everyone else is on the water, ...we'll have the trailer if you want”. I was hesitant but he watched as my cock pushed out my trunks.

I simply replied “cool, I think I'll go jack off again”. He replied “I'm going back up then”. I jumped into the water and went out a bit. I slipped down my trunks and stroked another one out wondering what tomorrow would bring. I fished with a couple of Mile's uncles late that night and slept in the next day. We were staying in a gazebo type thing with a tent inside as the trailer, being one true bedroom and a side room for Lesa, was too small for everyone. We walked down to the water and just hung out until about noon.

We walked back up seeing that everyone was still there. We didn't want to appear to anxious for them to leave but hung closely around. Everyone else was fishing or skiing so we knew that when they left, we would have the place to ourselves. Finally, they started loading up the car. Lesa was the last one to the car, and before leaving, brushed her hand across my crotch saying “we're probably not leaving fast enough, ...are we?”. I probably blushed but just smiled at her.

As they drove off, Miles looked at me saying “we don't have a bed we can use”. I replied “so what, jack off then?”. He replied “we can do that in the water”. I asked “stroking, blowjob, what?”. He pulled off his shorts saying “no, ass fucking”. I replied “not sure if I want that, ...might hurt” as I thought about the drumstick, and his dick was a lot bigger. He replied “you do me first, then I'll do you”. I asked “you sure?” as I pulled off my trunks. My cock was doing the thinking as it was fully erect.

He walked into the trailer's small bathroom and got on his knees, motioning me in. The room was small so we couldn't shut ourselves in. As I stood in the doorway, he took my cock in whole, sucking it down his throat. He lubed it well then turned around. He got back up and bent over. I was somewhat hesitant as I found nothing hot about his hairy ass as it pushed out at me. He was excited as his cock was fully erect. I threw his towel below him and he pulled it into place under him. The bathroom had mirror tile which fully displayed his body bent over and mine behind him. I grabbed some suntan lotion and started to lube my cock. He said “just stick it in, you're good”. I rubbed up against his asshole then pushed it in hard.

After a short stroke, I pulled back and pushed in balls deep. The mirrored tile reflected his hard cock pulsing and my balls banging his. I continued pumping him with deep, long strokes. Oddly, it didn't feel that great. Seeing his hairy body there was a bit of a turn off. When we fucked on the bed, I always spread the foldout of a hot lady on the pillows to look at. This wasn't an erotic turn on, although my cock fucking his ass was beginning to build a nut. I got into a pumping rhythm when suddenly he screamed “my cock is burning”. I said nothing and continuing fucking his ass. His cock was leaking strands of cum that ran from his cock head all of the way down to the towel.

He screamed again “my cock is burning!”. Not wanting to stop or pull out I said “stroke it”. He started slowly then started speeding up the pace. I did the same assaulting his ass and feeling my nut. I pumped him deep and, as he stroked his cock, a huge rope shot out spraying the mirrored wall. On my next pump, another larger rope sprayed it again as he screamed. My nut was building and I pushed in deep, forcing a third huge rope to spray the reflective wall. I pulled back and pushed my cock deep again as my cock emptied inside his ass. In doing so, a fourth large rope sprayed the wall. Each shot hit with power, splattering the mirrored tile before running down the baseboard to the floor.

He yelled at me “don't pull out” as he continued beating his meat. I pushed in deep as my cock remained erect inside him. His stroking ejaculated another shot onto the wall with more running off his cock onto the towel. He stroked out another shot before finally letting go. It looked like he'd shot a gallon with cum dangling off his cock and the wall coated. I pulled out and he collapsed next the stool blissfully exhausted while I pulled up a chair in the small hall. I asked “so, you like that, ...you shot a load”. He replied “best I ever felt, ...I can't describe the feeling but you're gonna love it”. I was still a little hesitant about anal but, seeing his powerful orgasm, thought “why not?”. After all, the drumstick felt good.

The afternoon was still early when my erection returned. I asked Miles “you getting ready?”. He stroked his cock with little response. I said “looks like you're drained”. He replied ”and a little sore from stroking it”. Well, fucking his ass felt good but I was starting to think he got more out of it than I did. In fact, I know he did. His cock got a little hard as he stroked it some more. I asked “want my ass now?” actually starting to want to try it. He stroked a bit more then said “wait a little”. He played with with his cock but it was spent and mine was getting harder.

I said “keep stroking it” as I placed my boner directly in his face. He looked up at me and I said “sucking that should help get you hard”. Without hesitation, he took it in deep while still stroking himself. After a bit of futile stroking, he took both of his hands and began fondling my balls and playing with my ass. My cock burned in excitement. I began pumping his face harder. He began fingering my ass as he sucked and stroked me. My balls began burning and I quickly pumped a load into his mouth. He licked me clean before leaning back against the wall.

He waited a while and began stroking his cock again. He continued when we heard the car return, they were back. Miles slipped on his trunks and I cleaned up in the bathroom and slipped on mine. Then I glanced at the wall. We had forgotten to clean it so I wiped it as best I could with his towel, leaving cum streaks on the reflective tile as his family returned. I remained in the bathroom cleaning up as Miles talked to Lesa in the living room. I pondered what had just happened. Miles was apparently hooked on Grace, yet this happened, and it was his idea. I looked down at my drained cock thinking “well, somebody had fun”.

Will this continue?

 

Part 8: A Hot Transition

That night, we went fishing again. The next day, Grace was back and Miles changed completely. He was nice to me but said little and gave most of his attention to her. Lesa and I hung out some, especially when they took off alone. Lesa teased me “you two have fun yesterday”. I replied “it was good, ...Miles had more, ...I think”. She replied “what'd you do”. I replied somewhat annoyed “ask Miles”.

I was a bit put off by everything and walked the lake alone. When I returned, nearly everyone was gone. I could hear soft music in the trailer next door, Mile's cousin Shannon's place. She was a basket case the whole time we were there. She had three kids and was breaking up with her boyfriend or husband. She dressed skimpily and displayed her body proudly when she did come out.

She was I'm guessing early twenties and quite attractive, but it looked like three kids did it to her a bit with thick thighs and a small tummy bulge. And, she had big, sexy tits that proudly sagged from her skimpy top. She wasn't fat at all, just thick and had stretch marks on her tummy area. As I watched and pondered her I thought “she must have started early or was older than she looked”. I sat down below the awning when she walked out saying “hi”. I replied “hi to you”.

She lit a cigarette and sat down beside me. She took a puff and offered it to me. I smoked then so I took a hit. She asked “when you goin' back?”. I replied “tomorrow, ...I think”. She heard a kid's sound from her trailer and went back inside, offering me the remaining cigarette. About the time I finished it, Miles and Grace returned. Miles asked me “wanna come back for the fourth?”.

The Fourth of July was the following week and I replied “sure, ...well probably anyway”. We fished that night and the next day before leaving. Miles seemed miffed as he wanted more time with Grace. We returned home and he called later that week asking “still going?”. I replied “yep”. The next week, we left for the lake again and arrived the day before the fourth. Lesa had stayed with Grace so we met them as we arrived. Miles talked to Lesa briefly then he and Grace were off down to the dock, and to where ever else.

Lesa and I followed but she stopped me before we got there. She said “look, I know you and Miles have been doing stuff but he wants it stopped, he's messing with Grace now, ...I'm not sure that's all good but she's into him right now, ...and him, ...her”. I smiled at her asking “so does he want me with you as a distraction?”. She replied “yeah, ...look, we've known each other a long time, ...but I'm not into you like that”. I asked “fair enough, ...so is it 'cause of me and Miles?”. She replied “no, ...actually that's kinda hot, ...there's someone”. I asked “you and Grace?”. She laughed saying “well, a little , ...but no, another guy”. I said “fair enough, ...maybe it's best to just let them have their time”. She replied “I think so”.

There was plenty to do at the lake. I fished with Miles' family that night until late, leaving him to his own devices. We were staying in the tent inside the gazebo but, when he returned, he said little. In fact, we barely talked, just slept. The next day was the Fourth. We fished all afternoon and in the evening most everyone gathered around for the night-time fireworks display. There was some setup and after helping with it, I grabbed a chair and sat down away from the others. I looked over at Shannon's place across the way to find her looking at me. I smiled and waved and she waved back. Apparently, she was alone this weekend as I didn't hear any kids.

The fireworks would consist of kids lighting off theirs followed by a more professional display in the sub-division when it was nice and dark. That would be followed by a public display across the lake. Everyone gathered for the neighborhood display. Kid's shot theirs fairly quickly and I waited for the next one to start. Just before that, Shannon pulled up an empty chair next to me. She said little but offered my another cigarette which we shared. We made some chit chat before the neighborhood finale started. Then, she jumped up quick-like saying “be right back”.

She quickly returned with a small cooler with a couple of beers. She popped one but did not offer me one. As the display started, she nudged me asking “want a drink”. I took a nice sip before giving it back. As the night progressed, it became cool, at least to me wearing only swim trunks. Shannon had brought a blanket to sit on, and was using her uncle's chair so she threw it over me and herself. When the display was finished, the beer was gone as well. Shannon got up saying “be right back” When it wrapped up, most of Miles' family picked up and left, leaving me and a few of others remaining.

As her uncle left, he took his extra chair, the one Shannon was sitting in. Shannon came back asking “where's the chair?”. “Your Uncle Al took it” I replied. She had brought back more beer and sat the cooler down. She looked at me and, pulling back the blanket, asked “do you mind?”. Saying nothing, I raised the blanket up offering her my lap. Without hesitation, she sat in my lap. I pulled the blanket over us and we waited for the lake show to start. She shared another beer with me as we waited. Some of her relatives that were still there looked back at us and gave us sort of a dirty look, snuggling together.

She said to one aunt “well, Uncle Al took my chair”. As she snuggled me, I felt a boner come on. I thought “oh shit” hoping it would go away. Instead, it got harder. Shannon started squirming as she worked her ass against it. I was lit enough to just enjoy her teasing and reached up under her top and fondled her tits. Not knowing what her reaction would be, I backed down and rubbed them softly through the material. She was wearing nothing under her top and her full sagging boobies were only the second set I had ever felt. She slipped down her shorts. I am not sure if she had on panties but everything came down at once. I was bone hard, my cock pushing out in my trunks.

I needed relief from the constraints of my trunks so I started slipping them off. Shannon raised a bit to assist. The fireworks across the lake were in full swing and and the remaining people there were entranced with them. Me, I had my own fireworks happening. I was too naive to understand that trust issues were in place between me and Shannon as my cock was doing the thinking for me. Fortunately, she had the maturity to keep things discreet.

As my trunks reached my lower thighs, she reached down and slipped them off, leaving me there completely naked. She slipped her shorts off, stuffing both behind me in the chair. I had never fucked a woman before but felt certain that deprivation was not on the menu tonight. I reached one hand between her legs, stroking her very wet pussy. It was so soaked, her juices were running down onto my cock. She raised a little and slid her very wet cunt onto my rock hard cock.

Damn, I was finally fucking a woman. She whispered to me “go slow, ...don't make any noise”. I slowly pushed my cock into her wet box. She met my strokes, making my cock and balls so wet. I raised her top and began pinching her tits. She kissed my neck and asked me seductively “feel better than Miles' ass, ...or his mouth?”. I pinched her tits hard and quietly said “fuck yes baby!”. The noise from the fireworks allowed us to whisper discreetly. Somehow, her knowing about me and Miles turned me on.

I continued my slow, soft assault on her pussy as I fondled and kneaded her hot boobies. She picked up the pace and began grinding on me. She ground faster when I felt a load building. I whispered “I'm cumming”. She smiled saying “give it to me”. Throughout all this, we maintained a general direction, facing the fireworks so I could not see her face directly, ...was it lustful, ...dirty? My cock was boiling. I thrusted up, shooting a load deep up her pussy. She made little noise, mainly just heavy breathing. I shot a second and third load up her wet box before emptying my balls.

About the time we finished, it got quiet. The fireworks were either paused or over. While we were away from the others, we were certainly within visual sight of them in the starlit darkness. There I was sitting there with my cock still inside this hot, seductive woman. Her aunt, who was there watching the fireworks, looked back at us yelling “Shannon, if it's over, I'm taking that chair with me, ...last one got lost you know”.

We remained there somewhat frozen, with me completely naked and her bottomless, in her aunt's lawn chair covered with a blanket. Our clothes were stuffed behind me, and my cum was pouring out of her pussy, down my balls, and onto her aunt's chair. My cock had remained fully erect in her pussy. Finally, the fireworks started again and her aunt turned back to watch them.

I whispered to Shannon “how you know about Miles?”. She giggled saying “I'll tell you later, maybe tomorrow night, ...after you get me off” as she gestured a lick with her lips. My cock was in paradise, firmly planted up this lady's hot box. My balls needed a second relief so I gently began fucking her creamy pussy. She whispered “quiet”. I slowly pumped her pussy as cum poured from it, making that sensuous, erotic sound of sloppy seconds, and squishy and sloppy they were.

We became mesmerized with the fireworks above us as her sloppy wet hole rode my cock into paradise. I was in true awe as our sex combined with a mild buzz and the overhead display sent me over the top. I pinched her nipples as she rode my cock. Moisture leaked from them as I milked them. I had never had milky tits before and found the to be a turn on. My cock built its second load as she gently and discreetly rode my cock. I pushed my cock deep inside her as I shot a second load into her creamy hole while I gently kissed her neck and tweaked her nipples.

To be continued.

 

Part 9: Fireworks After The Fourth

After I shot my last load, my cock softened and slid from her wet hole. More cum poured from her pussy as she adjusted herself. She had brought a small towel with her cooler and began cleaning us as best she could. Under the blanket, I slipped back on my trunks and she her shorts. We were sweating and the blanket was hot. As we got our clothes arranged, she threw off the blanket. We got up and she poured some ice water on the chair and wiped it of our cum. She carried it over and set it next to her aunt saying “here”. Her aunt asked “leaving?”. She nodded and I walked her over to her house.

She kept her distance but whispered “tomorrow night?” as we approached her door. I smiled and nodded before heading over to the tent. Miles was there and asked “where you been?”. I laughed saying “fireworks, ...and thought you might need the privacy”. He replied “I did earlier”. I told him while thinking of Shannon and said “maybe I'll sleep down at the dock tomorrow night, ...at least until late”. Miles smiled asking “thanks, ...you good with things?”. I replied “yep, this is how it's supposed to be, ...you?”. He replied “it will be our long lost secret, ...never to be brought up again, ...you good with that?”. I nodded in agreement saying “yep”.

I nodded off thinking of Shannon. I imagine Shannon was a real hottie in her day. After all, she's still damn hot. I always expected my first to be a little hottie with perky tits and a tight ass. Instead, Shannon had big, saggy tits and a curvy, wide but sexy ass. I guess that is what three kids can do. I pondered getting her off. I knew my oral on Sophie wasn't the best but I did get her off. I fell to sleep anticipating my next time with Shannon. I was awaken the next day by Miles dad asking “you guys going fishing?”. It was still early and we hadn't got much sleep. Miles muttered “no”. I yelled “I'll go” thinking I should then be back early for Shannon.

I rolled over, sticky with cum and smelling of pussy. I grabbed an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt and put them on. We fished all day. I got back and showered, putting on clean shorts and shirt. I looked around for Shannon but did not see her anywhere. We had a fish fry and finally she appeared. Everyone was finished and I hear “okay, who all's going out tonight”. Several gathered when Shannon's dad asked her “want to go, ...it'll do you good to get out”. She made a quick glance at me before saying “no thanks, maybe tomorrow, ...I need some sun anyway”. Miles and Grace had taken off again. I heard one aunt say “she's his cousin” with another saying “well, they're not blood”.

Shannon made little eye contact with me and I wondered if we were still on. I lingered around, finally deciding to go down to the dock. There were two trails there and I decided to take the long route to kill some time. I walked around the dock area for a while then decided to head back on the short path. About half way back, I meet Shannon. She smiled and, maintaining her pace, walked past me. In doing so, she quickly passed me a note. I stuck it in my pocket and kept walking. I headed to the clubhouse area and sat while casually opening her note.

All it said was “knock at back door at 10:15”. I sat there, thinking only of her and how to get her off. I pictured myself licking and sucking her clit and tongue fucking her pussy like they do in those swinger magazines Miles and I had read. I thought of making love to her, picturing me with her, moving in together, raising her family. Finally, it was around 10:00 so I headed that way. I scouted the neighboring trailers to see if anyone was watching, as most there were relatives or close friends. And, a lot of the relatives and friends there were nosy types so to speak. It all seemed clear as I timed my arrival.

I barely reached for the door and it opened. She was wearing only a robe and it came off as soon as the door shut behind me. I finally got to see her hot, curvy body from top to bottom. Her tits were beautiful and hung with a nice sexy sag. Her tummy pushed out a little but she had a very hot hourglass figure that flowed into her full hips and thighs. I pictured myself parading her among my friends as my girlfriend and lover. I was pulled from my trance when she asked “want a beer?”. I replied “I'll share yours”.

She smiled and led me to her bedroom. As we walked past her window, I could clearly see Miles' parents trailer. The window curtain and bedroom door were both open and created a view directly into their bathroom. So that was how she knew about Miles and me. She probably watched the whole thing. For whatever reason, that made me hornier, her knowing about that, and liking it. The trailer was small but had a nice queen bed that she led me to. I kissed her as she undressed me. Soon, I was naked and she knelt and began sucking my cock. “She really does love me” I thought as she sucked my raging boner.

She pulled off my cock and motioned me to the bed. She laid me down on my back and, after kissing me, climbed on top of me and placed her dripping pussy in my face. I tried to focus on licking and sucking her clit but she took the lead. She began fucking my face. I thought it would be vile as she worked her entire crotch, including her ass, and especially her ass, against my face and tongue. I tried to catch her clit and focus on it but soon my tongue was passing across her dripping pussy. What I didn't expect was where it would stop. She worked my eager tongue across her taint and towards her crack until it was pushing directly into her asshole. That's where she stopped as she reached down and began rubbing her own clit.

My tongue pushed deeper up her ass as she pressed it against my face. Expecting this to be gross, I was instead turned on by this, really turned on. I could feel my cock waving in the air hard as she rode me. Almost as quickly as it started, she was screaming out in orgasm “oh fuck, yes, yes” as my tongue probed deeper. I thought of Sophie's orgasm and this seemed much tamer. She came down quickly and took her dripping crotch off my face and slid it onto my cock. Her beautiful tits plopped into my face and she fucked my cock. I nibbled at her protruding nipples as much as I could as she rode me. She pulled her tits away and worked her mouth down to kiss me. And kiss me she did. She stuck her tongue deep into my mouth before sucking mine into hers. That same tongue that was just probing her ass.

She didn't care and that turned me on even more. In fact, I wanted to tongue fuck her ass again. She rode me hard as she sucked my tongue in deeper. I felt my nut coming on and she sensed it. She pushed my tongue out and rode me faster and faster asking “you like me riding your face?, ...tonguing my wet pussy and hot ass?, ...huh baby?, ...want to do it again?”. I nodded as she rode me faster. My cock pushed into her deeper and harder. My cock was burning as it erupted in her hot sexy box. As I shot my second spurt, she asked again “want me to ride it again?”. I was in the heat of the moment and nodded as my cock shot its third rope, into her. She began French kissing me again as my cock drained itself inside her.

We kissed for a couple of minutes when she pulled away and asked “ready to get me off?”. I nodded not knowing what was next when she raised off my cock and began bringing her leaking pussy to my face. I watched it in the dim light as it leaked my load onto my stomach and chest as she brought it to my face. I was mesmerized and just watched as it dripped onto my neck and chin before she placed it directly onto my mouth. I began licking and sucking her clit as she rode my face hard. Cum was pouring into my mouth and out around my chin and neck, running off my shoulders and the bed.

I focused on getting her off and concentrated on her clit. As she started a rubbing motion against my face, I reached around her ass cheeks and pulled her against me tight. Her rubbing worked her clit perfectly against my mouth and I licked and sucked her faster and faster. As I did so, she picked up the pace. I reached a finger into her asshole and began rubbing it. She began fucking my face harder before screaming “yes, oh fuck yes” as she rode my face. I felt a huge squirt as she came, screaming at the top of her lungs.

To be continued.

 

Part 10: The Late Night Fireworks Continue

Her screams were close to earsplitting as she rode out her final orgasm. I was glad the trailer windows were shut and the A/C was on. I gently licked her clit but it was sensitive as I took my finger from her ass. She pulled her pussy up off my face and I watched her hot dripping hole as it rose above me in the dim light. I grabbed her by her ass and pulled her downward bringing her face towards me. As I did so, her tits hung in my face. I licked across each of her hot sagging boobies as she worked her pussy back towards my awaiting cock.

My cock recovered quickly and I pushed her crotch down towards it. This whole experience turned me on completely and my cock wanted more. She slid her wet pussy onto my cock and I pushed in deep and pumped her hard. I grabbed her and kissed her as our tongues intertwined. She licked my lips, still coated with her hot juices, as I pumped her hot, wet pussy. She stuck her tongue deep down my throat. In unison, I pushed my cock deep inside her. She began riding my cock faster and harder.

Having just cum, I was expecting a long, pleasurable ride but soon felt my cock burning for its second orgasm. I pushed in deeper and, almost immediately, shot my second load into her hot box. As I came down, I pumped her slowly and my cock drained its load. I kissed her as my still rigid cock remained inside her. She licked my face and I sucked in her tongue. The aroma of our sex was arousing and my cock grew inside her. She kissed me gently and I asked “so, how do you know about me and Miles?” already knowing the answer. She laughed saying “just look out the window when you get up”.

I told her “you can't see much from here, you voyeur, … you must've stared out the window at us, ...well, ...did you like what you saw?”. She replied “yeah, seeing Miles take your cock in his ass and mouth, ...that turned me on”. I asked “really?”. She replied “”well, I know Miles is a perv, always has been, ...but seeing your cock, a strange cock, a cock with an endless boner fucking his ass, ...I wanted it too”. I laid there somewhat drifting off in thought, thinking that me playing with a guy turned a gal on. That was hot for me as my erect boner remained inside her.

She brought me back to reality as she began riding my cock. I pushed it up rigidly trying to stroke her clit as she rode it. The heat of everything happening overwhelmed my senses and my cock began burning again. Fuck, I was cumming again, and again so quickly. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her down, pushing my cock deep inside her. I rubbed her asshole as my cock began shooting its load into her. I could tell that she didn't get off but she still collapsed on top of me.

I kissed her and she said “I gotta roll over, my legs are killing me”. She rolled over onto her back and I kissed her while fingering her wet hole. I kissed her tits and slid down between her legs. The scent of her well fucked pussy made my cock hard again. I gently licked and sucked her clit, then tongue fucked her creamy hole. She moaned as I slipped my fingers into her pussy while still giving her clit oral. I licked and sucked her clit then slid a lubed finger into her asshole. I pushed in deep, thinking of how hot it was to have licked her sexy ass earlier.

She moaned as I finger fucked her holes. I licked and sucked her clit as I pressed my fingers deeper inside her pussy and ass. She began pushing against my fingers, pushing me in deeper. She moved her ass in a downward motion, forcing my finger even deeper up her ass. I was getting turned on by her motions and my cock was hardening, pressing it against the mattress. My oral and fingering had its effect and Shannon began bucking and repeating “yes baby, yes baby, ...oh fuck yes, ...fuck yes!” as I ate her to orgasm.

She pressed her thick thighs against my head as her orgasm built. I pushed my digits deep inside her making the sounds of sloppy seconds in both her pussy and her ass. She squirted as she peaked in orgasm, screaming again, although not a loud as before. I was still glad the windows were shut and the A/C was on. I crawled up and slid my boner into her hot steaming box. As I pounded her, she looked at me saying “give it to me, fuck me good”. I felt my balls boil as I pounded her harder. I peaked in orgasm as I exploded again in her hot body.

I slid off her and laid there in bliss as we snuggled. I awoke to her rubbing my sticky balls. Hell, we had both fallen to sleep. She kissed me saying “you're gonna need to go soon” as she turned the nightstand light on low. I asked “what time is it?”. She replied “a little before four”. As she continued fondling me, she kissed me down my tummy and licked my now erect boner. Her hand brushed across my gooch and worked its way to my ass. She inhaled my cock as I felt a finger push into my asshole.

I felt my cock grow even harder as it pushed into her throat. I heard her moan gently as she pulled back and licked my head and slit. Her finger pushed deeper into my ass as she gently licked my head and shaft. She sucked me in deep as her finger stroked my prostate. I felt my dick burn in pleasure as she sucked it and massaged my prostate in rhythm. My cock was on fire with sensations I had never felt before. My balls tingled in euphoria and my prostate ached for more and she, sensing that, stroked it faster.

She alternated deepthroating my cock and slowly and gently licking the shaft and head. I was leaking precum and she licked it from my slit as she kissed me down to my balls. The cool breeze of the overhead fan blew across my throbbing boner as she kissed and sucked my balls. My cock head sizzled as I felt it leak cum. As she stroked my prostate, a nice spurt of cum shot from my cock and ran down my shaft. I watched mesmerized in the dim light as another spurt shot from my cockhead and ran down my shaft.

She licked me across my balls and said “damn, that's a lot of cum”. I replied “there's more, I can feel it”. She changed her finger action on my prostate and it began tingling, almost as if it felt like it was pulsing or vibrating. My cock continued leaking cum as she did so but I knew it needed stroking to finish. It was burning and I was almost ready to stroke it myself when she licked it up the shaft and sucked it my leaking head. Her finger continued its assault on my prostate as she sucked in my cock.

I felt a pleasurable sensation as my cock, balls, and prostate all burned in euphoric harmony. I knew I was ready to shoot and now wanted it to last, like forever! It was a sensation that I never wanted to end. It just kept building and building. I grabbed her by the head and pushed my cock deep into her mouth. My cock couldn't take anymore and I began fucking her face. She began moaning as I pumped her faster and harder. Her finger worked my prostate faster and faster as I fucked her face.

And, I was fucking her face almost uncontrollably. She moaned and I was hoping it was in pleasure but really didn't care. I couldn't help myself. I was out of control. I needed to cum, and now! She seemed to sense that and clamped her mouth tight around my shaft. I pumped into it and blasted an orgasmic shot down her throat. She swallowed quickly and continued sucking my cock as I pumped another shot down her throat. After the second shot, I was sensitive and pulled my cock from her sweet mouth.

I watched in the dim light as my cock leaked small streams of cum. She pulled her finger from my ass and crawled up beside me. I kissed her saying “thanks”. I was hoping she wasn't upset when I fucked her face and was nervously awaiting her response. She replied “you're welcome sweetie, that was hot”. I was in deep relief hearing that and kissed her asking “ready for yours now?”. She replied “oh no honey, it's getting late, ...and besides, I got off too, ...that was so fucking hot getting you off, watching you, seeing you like that”.

To be continued.

 

You write hot stories! This one is smoking hot!

 

Part 11: The Beginning of the End of That Depraved Summer

I told her “thanks again, I never knew sex could be that hot”. She asked “you're first time, right?, ...I mean with a woman”. I replied “mostly, ...yeah” thinking of Sophie but not saying any more. She kissed me saying “why don't ya take a quick shower, ...and brush your teeth, ...you don't need to be goin' around smelling like creampied pussy”. I got up and walked into the shower and asked “use your toothbrush?”. She replied “yeah, go ahead”. I showered and dressed. She was waiting for me when I got out.

She kissed me and handed me her raincoat saying “here, wear this down to the dock and leave it on our boat, ...some of these old fuckers may already be up, ...it'll kinda keep you disguised as you go”. I put on the raincoat and she kissed me again and pulled the hood up over my head. I walked out of the trailer and straight down to the dock. Oddly, an early morning shower popped up despite the sun glowing on the horizon. I put the raincoat on their boat and laid down on the dock waiting for the shower to stop. After a quick nap, I awoke to the sun feeling refreshed. My balls were drained, but it felt good.

I pondered everything that had happened thinking “was she in love with me?, ...what should we say around others, if anything?, ...after all, she had me sneak out”. I walked back up the where Miles and I were staying and crashed again for a bit. We both woke up to hearing talk. Miles' entire family was gathered for a group breakfast as many were heading out soon, including us. We walked over together and sat down. Shannon made an appearance but seemed to avoid me. She sat near her parents. Should I dare to sit beside her?.

She was in tight with nowhere to sit so that could appear awkward. So, in my shyness, I stayed with Miles and his immediate family. I checked out Shannon several times but she seemed to be deliberately avoiding making any eye contact with me. After breakfast, she disappeared. We did some stuff around and began packing for home. After everything was packed, I made my way back to the dock, leaving Miles and Grace some private time because something seemed tense between them. Lesa started with me then said “have a good trip home” as she turned back. About half way down the trail, I met Shannon.

She startled me coming off a side trail and asked “going to the dock”. I said “yeah, for a bit”. I kept walking as I was a little miffed at her for avoiding me. As I got to the dock, she sat down beside me with a fishing pole and started to fish. I smiled at her and she said “thanks”. I replied “for what?”. She replied “for being discreet, ...for not trying to take this farther, ...for being mature about it, …I know you're younger than me, ...I wasn't sure how it would go today, ….thanks”. My god, I was shocked at how naive and immature I was in my thinking. Thank god, I kept my mouth shut.

I was seeing this in a whole new light. I smiled at her a little cocky asking “that's all you're thankful for?”. She laughed and made me laugh. I knew at that very moment I wasn't ready to be her long term lover, even if she wanted me to, and she didn't. I heard a horn honk up at the cabin so I leaned over saying “I'd love to kiss you before I go but someone's probably watching. She gestured me a kiss and, as I got up, her dad was walking towards her asking “ready to go fishing?”. I simply said “catch a lot of fish” as I walked off and they each waved and said “thanks”.

Mile's family was waiting for me and when I got in the car and we left. The trip home seemed a bit tense. I wasn't sure what it was, but it seemed that Miles and Grace's time together had ended, and probably by the families choice not theirs. I wasn't sure how Miles would take that. After I had Shannon and I knew absolutely that I wanted only women going forward. Miles and I were both going to vocation school in the fall and were planning to go together. It was local so there would be no overnight stuff or anything. Still, I hoped that he was staying straight. I knew I was.

I got home and, unlike most of the summer, my parents were there. They had been traveling a lot, trying to secure financing for a housing development. I knew I would not have the jack off opportunities that I had earlier in the summer. But then, I really didn't care. I was interested in girls, in women. I enjoyed sex with Miles but Shannon changed everything. I wanted no guy-guy stuff anymore and had no desire to even masturbate. I tried to get out more in the local community as I had spent most of the summer with Miles.

I got out and saw school friends but they were mostly guys. I tried, and tried probably too hard, to get a girlfriend. Most of the girls in the small community already had boyfriends or were gone for the summer. By early August, I had become frustrated with my social interaction. Miles called me a couple of times but I didn't answer, not really knowing what he wanted. He finally left a message saying he was working out of town the rest of the summer. That relieved me sort of but didn't help my frustration any.

In fact, it kind of made me feel empty. Maybe I wanted something more with him. Well, that was my dick thinking for me. Shannon completely changed any desire to be with a guy, except maybe like now for a quick get off. Fuck, my mind was racing. I was confusing myself. Hell, the girls I wanted to date were with someone or gone. And, the ones I didn't want were the only ones coming around. I wasn't real sure what I really wanted. Did I want a girlfriend or a sex partner. Sophie's leaving really threw me for a loop. With her, I would have had both. We both wanted it. And, I wanted her for my girlfriend, not just sex.

My drained balls from my time with Shannon were filling, and filling fast. All I could think of was sex. My parents were leaving again for the weekend so I decided a good, intense jack off session was in order. At minimum, it would drain my balls. Hopefully, it would clear my mind. I wondered how guys that make out with their girlfriends, the ones not putting out, survive not getting off. Do they blow a load when the get home?, stroke one out on the way home?. Who knows, all I knew was that I needed to get off.

I found out my parents were leaving a day early. It was Thursday and I felt my cock twitch, just thinking about stroking it, stroking it good, jacking it all weekend. I thought about taking the bus into town and getting a Penthouse or something but decided to wait until tomorrow. I would start the evening without porn. My parents got on their way a little early and I felt my cock leaking precum into my undies as I watched them leave. I was paranoid about them returning quickly, like forgetting something, so I thought I would give things some time.

Hell, I couldn't wait. The weather was warm so I was in cutoffs and a tee shirt. I could dress quickly if they did come back. Or, I could pretend I was taking a nap. My cock was doing the thinking for me so I quickly gathered my 'aid' for a nice session, a bottle of Vaseline hand lotion. As I proceeded to my bedroom, I thought about my drumstick. That worked really good last time I jacked off. In rummaging for it, I found the cheap ass drum pad that went with it. And, low and behold, the other drumstick!

My cock was leaking precum, soaking my undies, so I threw the Vaseline and the two sticks on the bed and pulled down my shorts and undies. My cock sprang out as I did so. I kicked them off and threw back the sheet and jumped into bed. I slipped off my shirt thinking about that dirty girl, and dirty sex that I imagined last time I jacked off in my bed. I thought “wow, that was the last time I jacked off at home”. My cock was in full erection and my balls ached for relief. I shot a generous spurt of Vaseline on the drumstick end and placed it at my asshole. I rimmed my ass with it then slowly pushed it in.

My cock leaked a nice stream of cum as I worked the drumstick in and out. I watched it run down my cockhead and shaft, and onto my abdomen. This was almost as euphoric of a feeling as getting stoned. As I fucked my ass with the drumstick, I found my 'g spot'. A nice shot of cum erupted from my cock as I did so. I worked my sphincter squeezing in and out, allowing the drumstick to slowly massage my prostate. Cum flowed from my cock as I did so. This wasn't an orgasmic rapture like stroking one out, but an exhilarating feeling at that.

I took the other drumstick and gave the one up my ass a gentle tap. That sent a nice vibration through the stick and against my prostate. I coordinated tapping the stick and squeezing and relaxing my sphincter until a certain harmony was achieved, like 'drumming my prostate'. I continued this as cum flowed from my cock in a continuous, oozing stream. I began sliding the one drumstick across the other and letting it tap my gooch. I did this a little harder and faster each time. My sphincter was controlling the first drumstick so I reached my right hand to my cock shaft and began stroking it.

I stroked my cock with my right hand while my left hand 'played the drums' on my ass and gooch. I gave my balls an occasional tap as well. I targeted tapping my gooch harder and allowed the stick to also tap the other one right at my asshole. Vibrations pulsed from my prostate, through my balls, and up my cock. I started feeling that normal orgasmic ecstasy of blowing my load. The cum leaking from my cock has slowed to a drip. My cock burned as I stroked it faster. My cock slit stared me in the face as my cock throbbed.

I watched the slit as it sprayed cum all over my chest and face. It wasn't the usual ropes that shoot but a continuous shower. I 'drummed' my ass again as a full shot, a true rope erupted from my cock and shot me in the face and chest. Another 'drumming' sent a second rope onto my chest. I stroked my shaft as a nice load drained onto my abdomen. I relaxed, watching a steady stream of cum ooze from my cock. My cock partially lost its erection and leaned to its side, draining its remaining load onto my leg.

To be continued.

 

Part 12: August Looks Up

I laid there in bliss, nearly nodding off, when I heard a car pull into the driveway. I listened quietly hoping it was the mailman. Luckily it was. He turns around in the driveway as part of his route. Man he was running late today. I looked down at the fresh mess I had just made thinking “fuck, what a load, ...I'm glad no one came to the house”. I had cum all over my face and chest, as well as, my stomach and crotch. More ran down my leg onto the sheet.

I adjusted myself on the bed and watched my cock rise off my leg. The drumstick was still in my ass stroking my prostate as I moved, working my sphincter. My cock grew as I squirmed on the bed, which continued to work the tip of the drumstick on my prostate. I grabbed the other stick and smacked each of my balls. My cock twitched even more. I smacked them harder as my cock twitched in response. I took the second drumstick and began tapping the first stick at my gooch and asshole.

Fuck, that felt good. Cum started oozing from my cock. Wow, I guess I wasn't drained yet. I alternated smacking my balls and 'drumming' my prostate. My right hand was free so I began stroking my shaft as I did so. Like earlier, my cock stopped leaking cum as I continued. I wiped some cum from my body and lubed my cock. I stroked it faster and faster as I 'drummed' my balls and prostate. My cock burned in pain and pleasure. My senses were in overload, but I thought I could last a while as I had just cum.

To my surprise, my cock fired a load directly into my face, almost as if in retaliation for the abuse I was giving it. A second shot immediately fired, hitting me in the chest. My cock was burning and need to cum again. I dropped the second drumstick and reached between my legs. I grabbed the first stick and began fucking my ass with it. My cock was burning fire and I jerked it hard and fast. My cum was drying and sticky so I grabbed the Vaseline and shot a load onto my cock. I stroked my now well lubed cock with a fervor.

I felt a load climbing my shaft. I stroked faster and faster as a small but creamy load shot from the tip. It shot me in the face and chest with the remainder running down my cockhead onto my stomach. I laid back watching my cock slowly ooze cum. I pulled the drumstick from my ass and laid there, staring at my still oozing slit. As I laid there, the air blew across my wet, creamy cock and balls. I thought “wow, and it's not even dark yet on Thursday, ...I've got three more days plus the rest of tonight if I want”.

I watched as my cock tucked itself between my leg and ball sack as if taking a nap. I laid there in my sticky mess thinking of Sophie. I truly did miss her. Summer break was coming to an end. I thought of the last school year and Sophie, eating her pussy, getting her off, wanting so much more with her. I thought of Shannon. Damn, she rocked my boat. I thought of me, in my horniness, thinking of more sex with Miles. Hell, I didn't want that anymore. I just needed to blow a load, and blow a load I did.

Lying in bed, covered in cum, my mind cleared. I thought of how beautiful Sophie was, including her pussy. And, then I thought of Shannon, that mature, sexy woman who gave me so much. Between them, I knew I only wanted pussy, I wanted to eat it, fuck it, and eat it some more. I wanted smooth, soft skin to caress and kiss, and beautiful tits to suck and nibble. I wanted a sexy face to kiss, especially if she had just taken my load, what a turn on that is.

My only fetish that was not directly female oriented was cum. I certainly had a cum fetish and loved eating it, especially from Shannon. I sampled a small bit that I had just shot thinking “it's certainly better off a woman than eating it like this”. My balls were drained and I suddenly had enough of jacking off, at least for now. I jumped up and headed for the shower. After washing all the cum off me, I dressed and headed out.

I thought about taking the bus into town, but instead decided to walk the lake to the nearby village. That's where my school was and where my school mates lived. I went specifically looking for Mac Jr. His dad was was a machinist and master metal fabricator. He also was an adjunct shop instructor at my school. Jr. was my age and was very private but supplied the small community with weed. He had an older sister named Crissy who was trying to fix me up with their younger cousin a couple of weeks back.

I ran into him at the local arcade. We chatted for a bit and he told me he was dry on weed due to a crackdown. I went back home somewhat pissed. On the way back, I stopped at the mailbox. I had a letter from the State University's technical program saying that I had been accepted. The semester was scheduled to start in a few weeks and they had a last minute slot due to a cancellation. Wow, my mind raced. This was a big deal.

My parents had two trust funds for me, one for school and one for incidentals, notably transportation. I had used the bus until now but would need a car now to go there. I went back to bed thinking about the future. I fell to sleep thinking about my new opportunity. The next day, I called the school and made an appointment to fully enroll the following week. I was full of myself now but really had no one to share it with.

I took the bus into town and went by Des's and Harl's place. I hadn't seen them for a while but they were gone. I went by Mile's place but was really hoping to see Lesa. Anyway, no one was home. I went to the local bookstore's backroom and looked at the dirty magazines. Fuck, they were expensive. I decided to catch the bus and go back home. I went to my room and heard a truck pull up. I looked out and it was Crissy all alone in her dad's truck.

Crissy was short and trim, except for a nice rack. She had brownish-blond hair and lived with a guy named Dugan or Doog which was what he went by. He was a big guy, sort of rough but had money and material stuff. He had a nice car and a Harley. Rumor was he cheated on Crissy with other women and liked to sexually abuse guys. I watched as she headed for the house and I greeted her at the back door saying “hi Crissy MacNeil”. She gave me her usual flirty smile saying “I need some help”. I replied “yeah, what?”. She said “can you help me load some metal?”.

I asked “where's Mac and Jr.?”. She smiled saying “both out, Jr. was supposed to do it but asked me to get some help, ...said it's worthwhile to do so for someone” as she gave me a wink. I assumed she was implying weed but still thought maybe sex or both. The metal works was next door to us. It had closed and my parents bought the land for development. In the interim, Mac bought rights to the materials on site. Crissy was wearing shorts and a blouse, and sandals. I asked her “bring any gloves”.

She pulled out a pair of gardening gloves. I snickered and grabbed two pair of leather gloves, handing one to her. She gave me a “really?” look as I got into her truck. She got in saying “he wants the four by six, quarter inch plate, ...know what that means?”. I replied “yeah, ...heavy”. I knew exactly where it was and, as we drove, guided her over to it. She backed up to it and I asked how many. She replied six for now”. Luckily the stack was easy to slide into the truck bed. I had her guide them as I dragged them off and into the bed.

It was heavy but wasn't overly exerting and we got them loaded in quick order. As we got back into the truck, she grabbed the tape measure saying “oh shit, I was supposed to measure first”. I asked “measure what?”. She said “the metal, to make sure we loaded the right stuff”. I replied “okay, let's measure it”. She snicked as she pulled out the tape and pushed it at my crotch. I gave her a leer and grabbed the tape saying “maybe in a bit”. I got out and measured it for her saying “see, thickness one quarter inch, length six feet, width four feet” which I already knew.

I closed the tailgate and asked “want help unloading too?”. She replied “no Jr. will do that”. We got into the truck for the short distance back. She pulled up to the back of the house and stopped. I started getting out and she said “thanks, ...see you later”. I smiled at her asking “thought you had more measuring to do?”. She blushed then asked “is it worth my while?”. I replied “I think so”. She asked “eight plus”.

I boldly replied “well, it's grower, ...can't promise eight, but the hotter you get me, the longer it gets”. She asked “wanna go to your room and find out” as she grabbed the tape. I thought “oh fuck, the Vaseline is still on the nightstand and the drumsticks are on the floor, ...uncleaned?”. I replied “room's a mess, how 'bout just inside” pointing to the house. The house had a mother-in-law room attached to the back. It had a bed and was just feet away from us. She grabbed her purse and said “let's go”

I led her in and locked the door behind us. The bed had a comforter which I threw off leaving only the sheet. She sat down on the edge of the bed watching me. I started undressing as I felt my cock grow in my shorts. I kicked off my shoes and socks as she undid my waist. I pulled off my shirt and she slid down my shorts and undies. My cock sprang out in her face. She stuck her tape against my groin saying “not even six”. Hell, I'd never measured him before but knew from fucking Shannon that it grew inside her, even bottomed some.

I decided I wasn't going to let her humiliate me, knowing full well that would make it shrink, and said “he needs attention to grow” as I stuck it directly into her face. She asked “you're not gonna cum in my face are you?”. I reached behind her and undid her bra, dropping her huge knockers down into her blouse. She gave me a look as I pulled her blouse off saying “just in case, it's easier to lick your face and those bare tits clean if I do”. She helped me finish pulling off her blouse and bra as I undid her shorts.

I pushed my cock into her boobs and fucked them slowly saying “how long now”. She measured and moaned, saying “almost six and half”. I asked “so you got a minimum?”. She replied “well, anything less than four and Doog finds out, he'll ream your ass”. I thought “WTF”, but kept my cock hard fucking her tits. I asked and what if it's over eight?”. She replied “he'll let you fuck me, ...in front of him of course”.

I asked “so what about six and a half, or maybe seven?”. She pushed the tape into my crotch measuring a little over six and a half” and said “it'll be just our secret then?” as she licked my cockhead then sucked me deep into her mouth. Feeling my cock grow, I pushed my cock deep down her throat in a slow fucking motion. She pushed me back out, saliva stranding down her face, and measured saying “a little over seven, ...I'll say seven and a quarter, ...now deepthroat me with that thing”.

To be continued.

 

Part 13: 36 Hours

A. Truth Serum

Crissy pushed me back away from her, giving me a minxy smile. She turned around and laid her head back off the edge of the bed, her hair dangling towards the floor. She opened her mouth and motioned me towards her. I pushed my throbbing cock into her mouth slowly. I watched as it made its way into her throat. She closed her lips, encompassing my member. I began slowly fucking her mouth. As I pulled back on each stroke, saliva stranded out her mouth. I watched as her sexy face suddenly became a streaky mess as saliva ran up her face and her eyes watered.

I thought that would be a turn off but, instead, it was a turn on. As I pushed back into her, I watched my cock bulged into her neck. Fuck, this was hot. I increased my speed. She must have had practice on this as she worked her lips, mouth and throat in unison, constricting every square inch of my member. This was as hot as fucking pussy or ass, maybe even hotter. I began fucking her face a little faster and felt my cock slide through its tight passage. Fuck, Shannon gave me great head but this was a whole new sensation.

I pumped her faster and harder. She squeezed her mouth tighter against my cock. I felt that sensation of building a load. I slowed my motion trying to make it last. It was no use. I was cumming, and cumming hard. Her oral grip on my cock was amazing. She seemed to trigger every nerve ending my cock had. My load was ready to shoot and I pushed my cock down her throat. Like a pro, she took every rope without a flinch. My balls were against her nose as I pushed my final thrust down her throat.

As I came down from my orgasm, I slowly pulled my cock out. She licked it as it pulled out. I rubbed my cockhead down her chin and the outside of her neck, leaving a fine line of ejaculate. I helped her move her head back onto the bed. I laid beside her and licked her neck and chin of the cum my cock had just deposited there. I licked her lips then pushed my tongue into her warm creamy mouth. She inhaled my tongue like she did my cock. I wiped her eyes and brushed back her unkempt hair and unzipped her shorts.

She raised herself saying “leave my panties” as I pulled her shorts down. She kicked them off as I admired her crotch, as a few cat hairs curled outside her skimpy, low cut panties. She kissed me again asking “so you like tasting your load?”. I replied “love it” as I rubbed my fingers across her crotch. She pulled away from me asking “got anything to drink?”. There was a spare fridge in the room and I said “yeah, probably something, ...I'll look”. I got up and grabbed a soda and handed it to her.

She opened her purse and opened a pill bottle. She poured out two pills asking “want one?”. Trusting her I said “sure”. We each popped a pill and took a drink. She then pulled out a partial joint and asked “want a hit?”. I replied “sure”. She lit it and we each took a couple of tokes before she put it out. Very quickly, the room started spinning. It felt like we were floating. I asked her “what were those pills?”. She replied “not sure, ...something Jr. got, ...supposed to make you float”. We laid there for a bit when she asked “can I stay for a while, ...I can't fucking drive right now”.

I replied “sure, I got the whole place to myself all weekend, ...but what about Doog?”. She replied “oh fuck him, he's out fucking around anyway”. I asked “why, ...when he's got you?”. She said “I'm ragging now”. I was feeling uninhibited and said “your oral is probably better than most pussy or ass”. She giggled asking “thanks, ...how would you know though?”. I replied “all's I can say is that throat fuck was sensational”. She asked “does that make me a slut?”. I replied “sluts are the number of guys, not the skill set”.

She replied “I've had my share”. I asked “so you calling yourself a slut?”. She said “maybe just promiscuous”. I usually control my words but held nothing back saying “you learned well along the way then”. It was starting to get dark and she asked “stay here tonight?”. I replied “sure”. She asked “not here, I hope, ...I don't mind a messy room, ...unless it's something kinky”. I asked “what's wrong with kinky?, ...so what is kinky?, ...actually you're kind of kinky”. She said “well, like no blow up dolls full of dried cum kinky, how's that”. I replied “no sex dolls” as I got up off the bed.

I giggled saying “I'll pick it up a little first, ...wait here”. She asked “got something to hide?”. Feeling completely uninhibited, I replied “no just a bottle of Vaseline and a couple of drumsticks I abused myself with, ...and some dried cum stains on the sheet”. Saying that I thought “oh shit”. She giggled “abused, ...how?”. Well fuck, I just couldn't shut up saying “fucked my ass with one and thumped my balls and crotch with the other while I jacked off. She asked “today?”. I said “no yesterday”. She said “well, didn't think today, I took a pretty good load from you just now”.

I said “thanks for that, ...and there's plenty more if you want” as I felt my cock rise. She said “we'll figure something out”. I laid back down and kissed her neck and brushed down her tits and crotch. As I brushed my hand across her crotch again she said “don't start something you can't finish”. I was buzzing and said “I'll finish” as I pulled down her panties revealing a full bush. I kissed her down her neck to her tummy before my face reached her furry crotch. I kissed then licked her clit before feeling the string that dangled below. I licked it out of the way and sucked in her clit.

I thought about all the others dicks that had rubbed across that clit while fucking her but really didn't care. I didn't care about what was currently inserted into her as I made oral love to her protruding cock-like nub. I was slow and deliberate as I licked and sucked her swollen womanhood and licked her luscious lips. The world seemed to spin in and out of reality. Was this real or a dream? Was she coherent or passed out? Were we both hallucinating? Reality seemed to mix with a dream, a very hot dream. I soon found out it was reality as she began bucking in my face.

I picked up the pace as I felt a hand on the back of my head, pushing me into crotch. I heard her say “don't stop now, get me off, ...oh fuck yeah” as her hand pushed me in deeper. Then, I heard her scream “oh fuck yes!!” as she bucked up, pushing her crotch into my face. I rode her, not letting off her clit until she came down. I kissed her crotch then crawled back up beside her and kissed her. She giggled and asked “so with that skill set, why are you jacking off?”. I told her “just horny I guess”.

She asked “you had a lot of action?”. I replied “no, not really, ...I bloomed kind of late and was away from my old gang”. She replied “yeah, Jr. said you're kinda quiet”. I asked “you checking up on me”. She said “sorta, for Zoe you know”. I replied “oh yeah, ...your cousin”. She said “she' kinda cute, isn't she?, ...and she puts out too”. In this 'can't tell a lie' phase I was in, I replied “just not my type, I guess”. She asked “so you'd rather beat your meat alone?”. I chuckled and she asked “so how many?”. I asked “how many what?”. She said “lovers”. I said “just one”.

She said “girlfriend?, ...wasn't there a Sophie that Jr. talked about?”. I said “sorta with Sophie, ...but there was another”. She asked “sorta?”. I replied “yeah Sophie, I ate her but didn't get to fuck her, ...kinda got me out of sorts in a way, ...kinda fucked with my mind, ...you know, sexually”. She replied “so only one girl then?”. I replied “yeah, she rocked my boat”. She asked “recently?”. I said “last month”. She said “yeah, you were gone a while this summer, ...so was it a summer fling”. I giggled and sighed saying “well, just two nights”.

She asked “she taught you all this stuff, ...like clit eating, ...and sucking?”. I replied “no, learned that from magazines mostly, ...I did give her oral though, ...she liked it”. She asked “where'd you get the magazines?”. I replied “friend got them off a classmate”. She replied “so you two jack off together?”. I replied “yeah”. She asked “so, you guys do anything else?”. I replied “we played quite a bit, …you know, jerking and stuff”. She asked “yourselves or each other, ….suck or fuck any?”. I replied “mostly everything, did ourselves, each other, sucked and fucked, ...except I didn't take any cock”.

She moaned and asked “you fuck him?, ...he suck you?, ...no reciprocation?”. I said “it just kinda happened that way, ...when I fucked him, he blew a load, drained his balls I guess, ...he just couldn't get it back up in time”. She asked “in time?”. I replied “yeah, family came back home, ...then he fell for a girl cousin, ...not blood though”. She asked “so you think you'd like some cock?”. I replied “no, ...not really”. She said “well, you might get some anyway if Doog finds out about us”. I asked “how's he gonna find out”. She replied “dunno, ...I just hope he don't”. I replied “me too”.

She said “let's go to your room”. We both stumbled as we got up. We grabbed our clothes and her purse and made our way to my room. She turned on the light. There is was, the Vaseline on the night stand, and the drumsticks off in the corner on the floor. She giggled saying “turn on the lamp”. As I did so, she turned off the overhead light and we climbed into bed together. She brushed across the cum stain on the sheet and giggled. She kissed me and rubbed my cock and balls. I squeezed her tits and kissed her neck. The room was spinning slightly and I felt euphoric from the drugs and sex.

She reached over and grabbed the Vaseline and shot some onto my cock. I thought “fuck, I'd rather have more oral than a handjob. Before I could say anything, she rolled over away from me and said “fuck my ass”. She guided me and I pushed my cock, pressing it into her rosebud. She pushed her ass back against me, pushing my cock into her asshole. With the lube, it slid in quickly and balls deep. She let out a moan as I buried myself. She said “go slow and deep”. I grabbed her by her tits and kissed her neck. I pushed my cock in deep and said “why don't you fuck yourself with my cock".

She worked her tight little ass back and forth on my cock. I pressed deeply inside her but did little pumping, letting her build the rhythm. I looked at the mirror on the dresser to see our reflections. She was fingering herself as she fucked her ass on my cock. She looked so fucking hot. I thought about Doog fucking her, her fucking other guys in front of him. I felt bad for her, sort of anyway, wanting better for her. Well, I wasn't feeling too bad for her as I let her ream her asshole on my cock. She looked so hot, her ass doing its dirty dance on my cock.

All this action was taking a toll on my cock and balls. I had another load building. She was rubbing her clit as she fucked my cock. I was hoping she was close to getting off. I knew I was. She yelled at me in a slow moan voice “fuck it good, fuck me hard”. I fucked her ass hard and deep, burying myself down to my balls. She rubbed her clit to orgasm as I shot my load deep inside her. I pumped a second and third into her hot ass as she fingered herself to climax, screaming “fuck yes, empty your balls up my ass, fuck yes!!!”.

To be continued.

 

B. Kinky Confessions and Kinky Sex

As we came down, we laid there a bit with my dick still up her ass. She pulled herself off my cock and I fell to sleep. I woke to her cleaning my cock and balls before falling back to sleep. I woke again to her nudging me in the middle of the night saying “we need to get that truck over to dad's before daylight, ...he'll be in early”. I asked “you coming back, right?”. She replied “sure, ...gimme a ride back?”. I replied “hell yes!”. She got up and I tossed her shorts and blouse to her. She asked “what about my bra and panties?”. I replied “I'm keeping them for now” and she gave me a smirk.

I slipped on some cutoffs and grabbed the keys to our work truck. I followed her to the dad's shop and she parked his truck. She got into mine saying “it's a little before three, let's stop for some beer before they close”. She went into the store, hair and clothes disheveled and her tits showing, and quickly came back out with a twelve pack. We made our way back to the house. She put the beer in the fridge, pulling out a single. We went back to my room. Just the aroma of the beer made me feel tipsy. Other than the beer, the room radiated of the fresh aroma of our earlier kinky sex; of the Vaseline lube, of her fragrance mixed with pussy and cum, and of the mild musk of an ass fuck.

She chugged the beer and offered it to me. I took a small drink and sat it on the nightstand. I slipped off my cutoffs, gesturing her to get naked as well as I laid on the bed. She looked and pointed at the drumsticks saying “care to demonstrate for me”. I replied “maybe later, ...you like watching guys masturbate?”. She nodded saying “and girls too”. I asked “so you consider yourself and Doog as swingers?”. She replied “more like anything goes”. I thought of those swinger magazines Miles had and asked “girl-girl stuff too?”.

She replied “and guy-guy stuff, ...we just let go and whatever happens, ...happens”. I asked “so Doog takes some cock?”. She replied “gives mostly, ...but he takes some up the ass, ...mostly when he's getting blown, ...he'll give you some though if he finds out about us”. I asked “who's gonna tell?”. She reached into her purse and popped another one of those pills saying “me, ...if I take too many more of these”. I hesitated as she offered me one, then popped one myself. We shared the beer, washing them down.

She giggled saying “you know, should take one yourself”. I asked “one what?”. She replied “cock, ...just not Doog's, ...he'd want to hurt you with it, ...especially if he found out about us”. Doog was a big guy and I really didn't want anything with him. We talked for a bit and I started lifting her blouse. She smiled at me asking “wanna get kinky” as she pulled it off. I replied “sure, ...anything goes, ...right?”. She giggled as I undid her shorts. I started pulling them off and she said “panties too, ...and remember ...anything goes”. I thought “fuck yes” and slipped her panties off with her shorts.

The pills were starting to take effect and I had that floating feeling again. Reality was fading in and out. As if in slow motion, she gives me a sultry smile and leaves the room. She returns with towels from the hall hamper and some wet wipes. She tosses a big towel onto the bed next to me. She lies down beside me on the towel and asks “still wanna get kinky?”. I replied “sure, what you got in mind?”. She replied “my hole's open, ...want it?”. I replied “fuck yes!”. I was excited to have her pussy no matter what.

I started kissing her, working my way down her neck to her hot breasts. I licked and sucked her hot nipples then started down her tight tummy. She stopped me saying “just pleasure your cock, ...for now anyway”. I didn't hesitate and climbed up and entered her. Damn, that feeling was hot, literally and figuratively. They talk of young teen pussy being hot. I had never experienced that yet but this was awesome. I pumped her slowly, feeling her hot lubrication. She gave me an erotic kiss and I buried my tongue down her throat.

The pills were taking their effect, making us feel like we were rising off the bed. My cock was enjoying the sensation of her well lubed box. I felt my balls being coated in her hot mixture. On each stroke, my cock craved another, each faster and harder. My cock seemed to grow longer and harder. She responded says “your cock feels good”. I kissed her again as I fucked her saying “you feel so fucking good”. She whispered in my ear “I may be a slut, but this is my first time too”. I asked “really?”. She replied “yeah, no other guy's ever wanted it”.

I continued pumping her and said “really?, damn, those guy's don't know what they're missing”. She smiled saying “hope I'm not corrupting you into some kind of sex pervert of something”. I replied “I'm already one, ...remember the drumsticks”. She replied “yeah, I still want you to demonstrate that for me”. I replied “jacking off is fun, ...but this is a hell of a lot hotter”. I asked again “really, your first?”. She said “well, in the middle of it all anyway”. My cock was enjoying her hot and super wet confines and I seemed to go on endlessly in her hot hole.

The chemistry between us was crazy; her hot, soaked pussy making passionate love to my cock, the pills taking us to the next level, and our dirty talk taking us over the top. I asked her “what does it take to get, ...and keep, a hot girl like you?”. She replied “you're not falling in love, ...are you?”. I replied “maybe”. She giggled “I'm yours til Sunday morning, ...I'll be everything to you til then”. I asked “and later on?”. She replied “just enjoy the now”. I giggled saying “well, I'm certainly doing that”.

Our hot conversation didn't impede my cock's enjoyment of the kinky action she was giving me. I felt warm moisture coating my upper thighs. I knew my balls were coated, but the feeling of her moisture on my body made my cock burn. Maybe there was a subliminal concern of an uncontained mess on the bed or just the excitement of it all but my balls were burning bad. I told her “I'm building a load. She took my over the top saying “give it to me, fuck me good, ...fill my wet hole with your sticky cum”.

That did it and I blew my load, quite unexpectedly in fact. I buried myself balls deep as I emptied myself inside her. I kissed her deeply and held her tight saying “thanks for giving me this weekend”. She garnered a serious look saying “we better get cleaned up a bit, ...or you might not think that later. I rolled off her and she said “let's shower”. I helped her up and led her to the bathroom. We showered together washing ourselves clean of our encounter. She kissed me saying “how does it feel to earn your red wings at such a young age”.

I knew from reading Mile's old magazines what that meant and just said “fucking hot, ...how bout you?”. She replied “same” as she got a more serious look on her face. She said “how bout you shower off quick and give me a little time”. I did as she asked and went back to my bedroom. I looked over the sheet, seeing a couple of small red spots, and climbed back into bed. The pills had taken their run and I was feeling tired. My cock was feeling drained but I was still horny. I couldn't get Crissy out of my mind. Fuck, I had fallen in love, or incredible young lust at least.

I had nodded off when Crissy came back to bed. She snuggled against me and I asked her “all fixed up”. She giggled saying “all plugged up anyway”. She gave me a hug and giggled again saying “at least for now”. I told her “thanks for all that, ...wanna ride my face”. She replied “after a nap maybe”. I asked “maybe?”. She laughed saying “if you want it in the morning, you can have it”. I pondered that as it was a bit of an open-ended reply. The sun was on the horizon as I held her. We snuggled and fell asleep holding each other.

I awoke refreshed about ten o'clock but in an empty bed. At first, I thought “WTF” but smelled coffee. I walked downstairs to find her reading the morning paper and sipping coffee. She was wearing a pair of my gym shorts and t-shirt. I walked over to her and kissed her and thought to myself “man, what a shock my parents would have if they walked in right now, me naked, standing next to what they consider the town slut sitting at their breakfast table, and reading their newspaper”. That thought made my cock grow thinking “and them seeing her suck their son's cock in their kitchen”.

Well, the cock sucking was in anticipation, at least so far. She saw the rise and said “glad to see me, huh”. I replied “always”. She said “well, maybe a little morning creamer is in order. My cock was at the perfect height for her to take in as she sat at the table. She opened her mouth and I slowly pushed it into her warm mouth. She clamped her lips firmly around it and I gently fucked her mouth. She continued her oral as my cock grew and grew in her hot mouth. She had given me so much already but I wanted so much more with her.

I watched her face as I fucked her mouth. As my cock began pushing into her throat, I thought of yesterday's deepthroat. This was different but felt good. I fucked her mouth a little harder as I watched her nipples protrude through my t-shirt. I reached down and pinched her hard nipples. She grabbed me by my ass cheeks as pushed my cock deeper into her mouth. She pushed it into her cheeks and swirled it with her tongue. She licked across the slit then sucked it back down her throat.

I felt a load building and said “fuck baby, that feels so good, ...I'm getting close”. She moaned and sucked me harder. I fucked her face saying “oh yes baby, I'm cumming”. I saw stars as I felt myself erupt in her hot, sexy mouth. I grabbed her head by her ears and shot a couple more ropes into her mouth. As I came down, she licked me clean. She reached for her half empty coffee cup and placed my softening penis head in it. I watched as the last of my cum drained into her coffee. She swirled it in the cup and drank it down whole saying “thanks for the creamer” as she gave me a wicked smirk.

To be continued.