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Hideout
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Subject: STORY > Hideout
It was nearly midnight as I plodded through the woods
next to the old paper mill off of Highway 59. I had sneaked
out of my house through the window in my room just an hour
before. This is the place where I always went to calm myself
and think.
I was walking down the path that my feet had eventually
worn into the foliage on the ground. I could smell the pine
as if that smell were intended just for me. All that my eye
could see in all directions was the huge pine trees
generously spaced throughout the forest and shrouded in
darkness. The ground was cluttered with pine needles and the
sky with stars.
I reached the clearing where I had erected a crude hut
just six months ago. As I approached, I noticed that the
plank that I used as a door was slightly cracked. I circled
around to the other side toward the window as quietly as I
could, fearing that some pot heads had found my retreat. I
approached the window and peered inside.
I was caught totally off guard by what I saw. There was
a girl of about sixteen years old lying on the mattress that
I had stolen. Her clothes were scattered around the room
randomly, and she was lying with her eyes open staring right
at me. She was quite attractive with short brown hair and
deep brown eyes. Her face had no visible flaws and her lips
were thin and wet.
I noticed to my surprise that I was not embarrassed or
frightened, but fascinated with her perfect hips and firm
breasts. As she sat up slowly, and not out of surprise or
fear, but curiosity, I noticed that I had become very erect.
She said to me in a perfectly comfortable voice, "Come
in."
So, I obviously went around to the front and walked
through the door. She was sitting on the bed with her thighs
slightly parted, but not quite open enough for me. She stood
up and walked over to me. She led me over to the bed and
began to take off my button down shirt. I could feel the
blood pumping through my very hard genital and I went into a
daze.
She removed my shirt and went straight for the button of
my pants. As she was unbuttoning them, I kicked off my shoes
to avoid confusion. Then she unzipped my zipper and sat me
down on the bed. She pulled my jeans off and cast them
aside. My erection was creating a rather large bulge in my
underwear. She reached for them and began pulling them off.
As she got them past my penis, I felt the cool air caressing
it and I longed to put it in her warm wet mouth.
She dropped my underwear on the floor and cupped my
penis in her hand. A shiver ran up my spine as the touch of
her cool fingers penetrated my awareness. She bent down and
I noticed her extremely luscious hips. She put her tongue on
the tip of my penis and I thought that I was going to yell
out. She slowly encased the tip of it in her mouth,
encircling it with her lips. Her lips slid down it as her
tongue pressed against me. She moved up and down, sucking
firmly, and I felt the wetness of her saliva and the warmness
of her tongue together. It was almost painful because the
pleasure was so intense.
She continued slowly but smoothly for a minute or two
with my hands running through her hair and my head thrown
back into a position of ecstasy. Then she lifted her head
off of my penis, cupping it in her hand again, and she kissed
me square on the lips. I opened mine as she opened hers, but
our tongues did not meet at first. I felt the wetness of her
lips that had just been on my lower body now on my lips. She
kissed me like no other girl ever had. She closed and opened
her mouth at just the right times, and she rubbed my penis at
the same time. Then, as I opened my mouth again, our tongues
met for a fleeting moment and withdrew. I extended my tongue
again and she caressed it with hers. Our tongues did a
bizarre dance together while she stroked my penis to the
rhythm of our kiss.
My hands slid down her side as she rolled over on hers.
I slid them around her legs to her inner thighs. She opened
her legs and I caressed her pubic area with my fingers,
making sure that I did not touch the clitoris. The urge to
ram my fingers into her was very strong but I held off and
just messaged her inner thighs with my fingers.
She was pulling on my penis faster now and her kisses
were more intense. With no hint at all, I let my index
finger slide over her lubricated clit. She gripped my back
with her free hand and let out a slight moan. I messaged her
clitoris, rubbing my finger up one side, down the other, up
the center, and so on. She was pulling on my penis so fast
now that I had to purposely concentrate on not having an
orgasm.
I removed my hand and she removed hers as I slid down
the bed to kiss her. I gripped her hips with my hands and
began to lick her thighs right next to her opening. I licked
in a semicircle just above her clit to the other side and
then down her thigh. I then concentrated on teasing her
clit, not quite touching it with my tongue.
She was running her hands through my hair and gripping
my head firmly. She cried out in a soft but desperate
voice,"Please!"
I would not give in. I caressed her libia with my
tongue, but I did not touch her clit. Finally, as her grip
on my head tightened, I went strait up her clit with my
tongue. She let out a satisfied whimper as I began tonguing
it. I licked with a firm tongue up one side, down the other,
and up and down the middle. I formed patterns of the
alphabet with my tongue.
Finally, after the taste of the juices had saturated my
awareness for a while, I lifted my head up and returned to my
position on top of her. I leaned on one arm and help my
penis with the other. I guided it to her opening and touched
it to her, being sure to miss the clit again. I used it to
rub her and make her wish that I was in her. She was
whispering "Now...Now," and I put it into her, but only about
half an inch. I moved very slowly up and down, but only
fractions of an inch.
She panted in a demanding voice,"Enter me, please!
Please!" After a little more teasing, I quickly thrusted and
entered her. Her cavity was warm and slippery as I moved my
hips up and down, meeting with her gyrating hips. I had to
concentrate again on not reaching climax until I finally felt
her hands grip my back, her thrusts speed up, her breath
being held, and the muscles inside of her contracting on my
penis. I finally released myself and I felt the come rushing
out of me in almost violent pumps.
As we were both climaxing, I gripped her back so tightly
that she let out a small yelp, and I felt her fingernails
drawing blood from my back.
Then the tension was released from my body in a rush and
I collapsed on the bed next to her. She collapsed also and
we slept that night, arm in arm.
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