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Lemonade
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
-Lemonade
When I was 12 years old (had just turned) and in my eleventh summer, I was
walking home from the movies past a house where a woman was out watering her
flowers. Of course, at that age, anyone over 12 was an 'older' person, and she
was no exception. Looking back, I would guess she was probably in her mid-
twenties, but who really knows. She was a knock out, tho, and having started
experimenting with masturbation and playing Doctor with my sister's girlfriends,
I began to feel strains in my loins. She was wearing a totally white outfit,
white blouse and loose fitting shorts that were very short. She was squatting
down as she watered and from my viewing angle I could see what appeared to be
slivers of brown hair in the open pants leg of her shorts. This amazed me, for I
any nor did I. She must have seen me staring at her, but I don't think she saw
where, and she waved at me and said hi. I flushed a bright red and waved back.
As I turned to walk on down the street, making a mental note of the day, time
and place, hoping to find her out again, she asked me, "What's your name, I'm
Patty". I stopped, stuttered a bit and answered, "Randy". She said, "Hi Randy.
Nice to know you". All I could do was muster a "Yeah, me too". She then asked if
I would like to share some lemonade with her, and she quickly sprayed me with a
little bit of water as she asked, giggling as she did. Well, that sounded real
good, 'cause it was hot that day, and I had just finished eating pop corn, sans
liquid refreshment at the movie. I said, "Thanks", and started walking toward
her. She turned off the water and headed toward the house, turning to motion to
me and say, "C'mon on in, Randy". She seated me at a kitchen table as she
poured two glasses of lemonade, set one in front of me and pulled up a chair
her legs slightly spread, and, you guessed it, affording me a perfect view up
in them thar places. My curiousity was HIGHLY aroused as was my 'boyhood'.
I suddenly realized I had been staring at her a good while, as I noticed her
legs opening more. As I looked up, she was smiling at me (now I recognize it as
a 'knowing' smile), and of course I flushed again. She said, "Randy, don't be
I know I got about three more shades redder. I said, "Ma'am?". She giggled,
"Have you ever seen a naked girl before?". Without thinking, I replied, "Yes'm.
My sister and her friends." She boldly placed her hand to one leg of her shorts
and pulled them inward, revealing her vagina, slightly open and revealing the
inner pinkness of her vaginal lips. Her middle finger moved to the slit and
before I knew it, she had it buried in her. She moaned slightly as she pushed
into herself. My little penis was throbbing somthing fierce. I couldn't believe
not experienced before, and I looked up at her in awe, and she was looking
at me, in the direction of my crotch. She said, "Come on, Randy, I see you need
some attention just like I do", as she stood, placed her glass on the table and
reached for my hand. I put my glass down and nearly fainted from the touch of
her hand. She led me down a hall to a bedroom, sat on the bed and started to
take my clothes off. I resisted, but she said, "Ah ah!! Let me do this for you."
I moved my hands and let her continue. When she had me nude, my little headless
pecker standing straight out, she grasped it and jerked it a couple of times.
Masturbation had never been like this. She must have sensed my keyed up state,
cause she stopped, stood and quicker than I can say it, was stripped. Her
breasts were large, in fact. way bigger than my little sister's, and the nipples
were elongated and I found out later, very hard. She sat me on the bed, stood
and placed her legs astride mine. She moved in closer and buried my head in her
muff. The aroma was like nothing I had ever smelled and again, my little pecker
what I was looking for, but I dove in and apparently hit the button, cause she
jerked and screeched as she pulled my head tighter into her, spreading her legs
and squatting some. I continued to fumble with my tongue until I felt a warm
wetness engulf it and felt her shiver above me. She withdrew, motioned and help
me to move back on the bed, flat of my back. She got on the bed, on hands and
knees, and totally and quickly engulfed me in her mouth --- totally, until I
could feel her lips nibbling at my mound as she sucked. I noticed her hand had
moved between her legs and was working like mad as she sucked and licked my
penis. Many times I was on the verge of ejaculating, but she sensed it and
slowed on me, while continue to work on herself. Finally, as her breathing
increased and her squirmming became intense, she turned astride me, buried my
pecker in her love hole and pumped, what seemed like forever on top of me. I had
fired my blank shot after about the first three strokes, but remained hard as a
rock as she continued to screw me. She was extremely tight, and I don't know to
this day if she was small or just had fantastic muscle control, but for my
size, it felt like a snug fit. Her juices spilled onto me as she climaxed (three
times I think), and then I too rocketed to a peak. She spent the rest of the
afternoon teaching me how to go down on her the way she wanted, she sucked me
again to climax, and made me promise that this would be our secret and if so, we
could do this any day I came by. I was a frequent drinker of lemonade at her
another three years. Pattie and I would get together nearly every afternoon I
very well. She tought me the things that she liked to have done to her and the
things that she liked to do to and with me, which covered just about everything
under the sun. I've never found anything since then that we didn't try. One of
the rather unique things that happened to me, and exciting I might add, was one
afternoon (actually late morning, around 10 am), I went over to her house,
knocked on the door and got no response. Her car was in the drive way, so I
thought she might be out back. I walked around the side of the house, down the
drive way, and as I passed the window of the bedroom I had come to know well, I
noticed the blind was up about two inches at the bottom. I thought she might be
sleeping, so I peeked in before continuing on to the back of the house. There
she was, on the bed, and in a classic 69 position. I couldn't make out who the
person was underneath her, but I found myself getting very jealous to think
that she had found another lover to replace me. Whoever she was administering to
was obviously enjoying it no end, and appeared to be doing a pretty good job on
overtook me, and I went to the back door and knocked, very loudly, so that I
knew she could hear me. I knocked again, and then a third time. Pattie came to
the door in a robe, open a bit and revealing her sweaty body. She looked at me,
smiled, motioned me in, and said, "Randy, hi! You're early today. Is everything
okay?" I suppose she could sense the hurt on my face, because she looked toward
the bedroom and then back at me, and said, "What's wrong, Randy?". I looked at
her and asked, "Who is he." She grinned, and said, "How did you know?". I told
her, of course, becoming more and more irate as I waited. She turned toward the
robe flow open as she walked and we headed for the bed room. There, on the bed
totally nude was a young girl who looked about my age, and I learned later she
was 13 (a year older than I). She, too, was covered with sweat. My eyes roamed
budding breasts that were a bit smaller than Pattie's. She had only the
slightest trace of light colored hair on her pubis, which were glistening from
the earlier love making efforts. Her legs were still spread from their love
making. "Ann, this is Randy. Randy, this is my cousin Ann", Pattie said. Ann
smiled at me, raised a bit and extended her hand toward me. I took it and shook
working on my belt, and suddenly Ann was helping her. Again I flushed, even more
deeply than I did the first time with Pattie. They soon had me disrobed and
Pattie pushed me onto the bed as Ann moved over making room for me. I was at
full staff, and before I could say Jack Robin, Ann had engulfed me in her mouth,
while Pattie thrust a breast at my mouth. I opened and sucked and captured it
all. Pattie, pushed my head away, and straddled my face immediately sinking her
pubis down on my lips. My tongue automatically went to work on her in the ways
she had instructed me. Ann continued to work on me, and just like her cousin,
knew when to ease up and continue without letting me errupt. As we three
continued to move on the bed, I felt Pattie begin to shake and her muscles began
working on my tongue. I knew from past experiences she was close. That
pushed her twat up against my pecker, and POP! in it went. She wasted no time in
rocking back and forth on me, bringing me higher and higher, and I could feel
Pattie crested, I felt my balls begin to pumpt, and all three of us, cried out,
almost in unison our releases. Ann didn't slow down after her climax, tho,
keeping me, half hard in her as she rode me to another climax for her, and still
she kept going. Pattie stopped her, and said, "Give him a rest, Ann, I'll take
all. I laid there and watched and learned much about what Pattie had been
teaching me. She did the things to Ann that she had tought me to do to her.
Later, I ate Ann, and apparently, Pattie taught me well because Ann told me
that I ate pussy just like Pattie, and Pattie was the best. We enjoyed each
other for a week afterward, until Ann had to return home. Pattie and I talked
many times about the week we had, adding to our sexual enjoyment. But a few
months later, an even more bizzare incident happened. Pattie and I were lovers
for almost four years. During those four years I don't think there was much of
anything that she did not teach me. She was an excellent teacher and I had one
puberty, her ardour seemed to cool. At the time, I didn't particularly notice or
care, but now I know that she probably began to loose interest in me when I
turned from a boy to a man (physically). I had been going over to her house
almost every weekday afternoon for eighteen months or so, when on one afternoon,
as we were making love, (female superior was her favorite position), she was
enjoyed two or three. I had started ejactulating by then, and I had learned that
as intense as her climaxes were when she did this, she really blew her mind when
EXTREMELY horney that day, and it didn't take her long at all to climax the
first time, and she kept working, still holding me back...she had had three or
four peaks, and was now laying upon me fully. Her breasts were crushed into my
manhood with her sex (she was an expert at that). She was kissing me on the
neck and shoulders and lips, and had me breathing like a steam locamotive
through my nose, which was partially stopped up with hayfever. I felt her
midsection raise a little bit, and my rod pull from her sightly as her knees
came partially up. Then, in great shock, I felt the bed move down near my feet,
eyes close), I saw a man, slightly greying, totally nude and fully erect,
crawling into the bed.... I tried to push Pattie from me, but she felt it, and
Well, red faced number three time, and this time it was the worst I'd ever
experienced in my life up until then and until this day, I have never been more
embarassed. I felt him move his knees up between my legs and could see him lift
Patties midsection up a bit. His rod was gleaming with what I know now to be
Vaseline, but then I didn't know what was 'wrong' with it. He was looking down
at himself as he leaned his midsection forward and began pushing at Pattie. She
began to moan, somewhat in pain it sounded to me like, but at about that time, I
began feeling something rubbing against my tool still embedded in her, tho
somewhat flacid with my embarassement. He had pushed himself partly into
vaginal cavern from the rectal area. I felt my rod throb, as he inserted
himself deeper into her, and I could feel Pattie tightening her vaginal muscles
around me. I felt her spasams too, as she, without motion hardly, suddenly
Jim has his pubic bush right up against the milk whiteness of her ass, he
Then up my pole she went, just as Jim pushed back into her. Out motion finally
became pretty well synchronized and Pattie seemed to be in seventh heaven. I had
never really heard her use dirty language to any great extent before...but his
day, she was uttering all of them ... actually, screaming them...as she
climaxed.... I don't know how many she had but it must have been six to eight
She came, screaming and clawing at me, as I could see Jim was blasing his cum
into her rectum. I hadn't realized it, but I hadn't climaxed. I think I was
still too embarassed having been caught in bed with a man's wife. When Pattie
realized I had not cum, she immediately began sucking me, as She finally brought
me off, and swolled and licked all of my offering. I was a bit concerened, tho,
that she might get her teeth a bit deeper into my flesh than I would have liked,
because as I was spewing my offering down her throat, Jim had her blowing her
guts out and she was really moaning. When I had spewed my last drops into her
mouth, she quickly shoved Jim away and mounted me before my erection had
dimenished much, and again began riding me. She moved like a cat, slow and deep.
The slickness of her crotch, coupled with my perspiration, made her sliding back
and forth on me, with me buried in her, gave her clit a real ride. It seemed
forever before she again rocketed to a climax and collapsed on the bed between
Jim and I. He and I played with her breasts, her bush, and all parts of her, and
had her finally begging, in the end, to be left alone. That was the only time
such an incident happened between us; Pattie and I were never again interruted
by Jim, although I think he may have been in the house when we were making love.
One afternoon as I was going home, I spotted his car about one block from the
house. Of course, he may have been having a little fun with the local High
School nympho that lived where he was parked, but I don't think so.
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