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Suzy learns about sex
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_Susan's Secret Life_
(as told to Poet)
Chapter 4
(copyright, Poet.
See end of this
chapt. for details.)
My life had turned into a heaven of love and sex, sex
and love. The night of the party I slept like a blistered
log in a fireplace. That is, I tossed and turned in the
sweet agony of sex all night, dripping and stewing in my
juices. Once, I felt Sarah's little hand on my slick pussy,
but we were both too tired (and I was too confused) to do
anything. Sarah had fucked two guys that night and I had
fucked Steve and the brunette.
I WAS IN LOVE!
Yes, I was in love with love. In love with Bert. With
the brunette. With Steve and Steve's ripe, ridged cock.
And, BOY!, with the redhead. I had watched her climax and
held her hand, and now all I could do was think of her.
Well, of her and Bert. And . . . Well, and everything, I
guess. I was at it and I was going whole hog. I had
decided to stay the course.
Yet I still hoped, secretly, that my desires would stop
with the summer. That I'd never drag my slut self home from
Maine. Little did I know that my glands would know NO
containment. Never again was I able . . .
But the story of that summer is not yet over. NOT BY A
LONG SHOT! Or, I should say, a long squirt.
For two days I wandered as in a sexual dream. I was
hooked and I knew it. But this was one fish that didn't
want to spit the hook. Besides, it was set firmly in my
jaw. And I mentally thrashed and squirmed in the agony of
it. LOVE. And SEX. COCK. And CUNT. Not to mention
BALLS, BUTTS, TITTIES, CALVES, TUMMIES, etc.
Love. Sweet and savory. I couldn't (and still can't)
at times think of much else. When my motor gets warm--and
sometimes it takes just the sight of a pair of tight buns to
warm it--I can think of nothing else. I've been known to go
for days, if not sexually satisfied, thinking and swooning
in thoughts of sex. Once I get turned on, in other words,
there's only one way to turn me off. And that is, of
course, to HAVE me. To fuck me right and proper. To belly
slap with me. To tongue me and spank my ass. To shove a
big dick up my cunt. To hold me and love me, naked in your
arms.
Eight times in the following three days Bert took me on
long walks in the woods and eight times we fucked our brains
out. He would take me to the clearing and then have me
strip naked. He would have me do it slowly, one article of
clothes at a time. He would remain fully clothed. Then he
would make me turn around and touch myself here or there.
He'd make me feel up my little pink titties, or smooth my
hand back and forth over my tummy, or finger my cunt while
squeezing my tits. He'd be still dressed and the whole
thing would make me feel so naked and naughty, especially
when he'd have me turn around backward and bend over with a
finger in my pussy. Sometimes he would feel me up as I
stood there. He'd stick a finger in me and wag it around
till I'd be squirming all over. Or he'd kiss my thighs and
belly while grabbing my calfs or squeezing my butt. He'd
suck on my titties sometimes. Boy oh boy, was I hot!
Once he made me walk around for a half hour with just
my tennis shoes and pullover on. GOD! I felt so naughty
and naked. Then he had me pull my pullover up so it covered
my face and he came and felt me up all over while my arms
were straight up in the air and my face covered. As he
palyed with my cunt, squeezing it softly like a furred
tennis ball, he said, "Just like a peach! A ripe, tender
peach, with soft cheeks." And he stuck a finger in. I
squirmed like a bitch, but he pulled away and just made me
stand there like that as he smoothed my stomach and squeezed
my naked butt.
After he'd play with me, sometimes for up to an hour,
he'd strip down and make me suck his cock. He really taught
me how. I know I'd done it before. By instinct. But Bert
gave me technique. He'd lay down and have me wrap my right
hand around his cock and squeeze it and rub it up and down
until it felt like a it was ready to break. Then he'd have
me shove it into one of my little tits where he'd rub it all
around. After that he'd have me curl my little lips around
the head and gently swirl my tongue all around and over the
pee hole, but especially right under the head as I'd let him
go further and further in my mouth, still gently pumping
with my hand. GOD, I loved it. I was usually leaking by
this time and would rub my cunny on his lower leg up and
down and around and around, my belly pressing into his knee,
etc. And right before he's start to cum, I would start
rubbing his flat stomach with my other hand and stroking him
harder while bringing my tongue up and down and up and down
the soft, secret underside of his cock bulging with cum, my
mouth going up and down as far as I could, then I'd clamp
those lips around his cock and hang the fuck on cause he'd
try to buck me off as he would pump spurt after hot spurt of
pure teenaged cum into my mouth.
But this was never enough for Bert. Hell no! He then
turn me over and fuck me there in the grass, his still hard
cock pushing through my little pink cunny lips, and grabbing
my titties from behind. Or he'd take me "straight" (as I
called it then and now), with his chest on mine and my legs
thrashing all around, then up over his naked butt and
clamped about his waist.
A few times as we fucked I thought him and the redhead,
about the time I watched him fuck the beautiful redhead and
how we held hands and all. And once I felt like I was the
redhead. I mean, I could even imagine her face being mine,
so I'd not be surprised if I would have seen her if I'd look
in the mirror. And I thought her cunt was mine. And her
ripe breasts. And, shy as I was, I would rub myself, my
tits and cunt, while Bert fucked me.
Bert seemed to like this.
After the seventh time, as we lay there in the grass,
Bert said, "Steve's coming over this afternoon. I want you
to come out here with both of us."
"No, Bert. I can't believe you'd ask me to do that,"
but even as I answered I thought of Steve and his hard cock
and I knew I wanted fucked again by him. I started
trembling softly there in the grass.
"Listen, Suzi. I like fucking you and I think you know
you're someone special to me. If you want to keep on seeing
me and having sex fun, you'd better be ready to come out
here at about this afternoon! Be ready about one." And he
left me laying there shaking on the soft grass as he dressed
and ran back to the house.
I went back and cleaned up and ate lunch and changed
clothes. I put on my tightest white shorts over plain
cotten panties and wore a yellow pullover which accented my
blond hair. Still, a part of me was too embarrassed to want
to go and get naked in front of two boys, even if they were
such hunks. But all through lunch I could only think of
both Steven and Bert naked, theri hard cocks sticking far
out from their bellies. I squirmed all over my chair and
found I was shaking again. I almost choked on my baloney.
Getting dressed was also frustrating. I wanted to fuck
myself right there as I slipped my cotton panties up my
tanned legs and over my pouting cunt. JESUS! Each item of
cloths felt like a boy's hands all over me. I keep shaking
and hugging myself. I felt like I was going to fly apart
with lust and fear and shame. I knew what was coming, and I
dreaded it and lusted after it at the same time. I was a
shameless slut but wanted to be a good girl with a good
reputation and live the all American life. If only I could
do that and be fucked every minute of my life . . .
Steve and Bert were in the front room when I came down.
I couldn't look Steve in the face, but I mumbled hello and
walked outside with them and down the path into the woods.
The boys walked ahead, and this gave me a good opportunity
to look over Steve's hot buns inside his thight jeans and
notice both boys' muscular builds. Bert was dark and
handsome in a brooding, aristrocratic way. Steve was blond
and handsome in a little boy way. Both were hunks! And I
couldn't wait. But, at the same time, I was terribly
ashamed.
Bert and Steve sat down and lit cigarettes when we got
to the clearing. I went over to Bert's side and began to
sit, but he said, "No. You keep standing. Over there. In
front of us."
"Now, turn around," he instructed. "Slowly."
And I did. Wearing the white shorts and pullover in
front of these tow guys who were looking me all over made me
feel terribly ashamed and, even, nanked. My shaking
increased and I tried to hug myself with my arms to make it
stop.
"NO!" Bert shouted. "Hands to your side. Just keep
turning till I tell you to stop."
The boys smoked and I turned and shook.
"Okay, Suzi, unsnap your shorts."
"No, Bert. Don't make me do that." I couldn't even
look at Steve.
"Do as I say, Suzi. It'll be o.k. Trust me." His
voice was soft but firm.
I reached with both hands and unsnapped them. My
fingers were shaking pretty bad.
"Now let them fall down your legs."
"Oh, God, Bert! Please?" I looked at him, pleading
with all my might.
"Do as I say," his voice was soft, but firm. I let the
shorts slide slowly don my tanned legs. I was shaking and
on the verge of tears.
"Now pull down those sweet undies, lil' Sue."
I was too far gone now to stop, I mean even if I'd
wanted to, but I didn't. I hooked my thumbs on either side
and bent down, slowly pulling down my underpants. I knew
Bert liked me to do this real slow, so I did it slow this
time, stopping at my knees a moment.
"Freeze!" Bert said.
I knew this game, too. I was half bent over, my naked
butt slighly sticking out, my panties around my knees, my
blond pussy mostly hid between the valley of my closed
thighs, a few blond wisps of hair sticking out.
"Now, let go of your panties and caress your thighs."
I couldn't look at the boys so I closed my eyes as my
shaking hand stroked my upper thighs. GOD! I was getting
into it. I felt so naked and HOT rubbing myself before
these two hunks! Gradually I let a hand rub my buns as the
other came around in front and cupped (very softly) my cunt,
and slowly rubbed until I realized what I was doing and
quickly let that hand come up under my pullover and rub my
stomach.
"Goddamn! Look at her!" I heard Steve say. "She's
great! What a hot pussy!"
When I heard that I started visibly shaking with lust
and shame and I stopped rubbing myself except letting my
hands caress my upper thighs like I was putting on sun
lotion or something.
"Now pull up your top," Steve said.
"Oh!" was all I could manage as I reached down and
grabbed the bottom of my pullover with my hand crossed and
pulled it slowly (I knew how Bert liked it!) up over my
pert, little breasts with their ripe nipples (I cold feel it
rub over them then the rush of warm air as they were exposed
to the hungry view of Bert and Steve), then up exposing my
armpits and covering my face until my arm were straight over
my head, then . . .
"Freeze!"
And I stopped. NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER NEVER have I
felt SO NAKED. There I was, titties, tummy, cunt, and legs
exposed out in the open in front of two fully dressed boys!
My yellow pullover was over my face, my arms were straight
up in the air, my white panties were bound around my knees,
and my shorts were in a pool at my feet around my sneakers.
GOD! I was embarrassed and uncontrollably horney! I was
now shaking so that all could see and probably covered with
goosebumps of anticipation (I couldn't see, but it sure felt
like it!) But I had to stand still ith my arms tight in the
pullover and my whole body, almost, exposed.
"Just stay still, Suzi. I'm going to touch you now.
Don't be scared. It's just Steve and me."
I felt a hand on my right tit that squeezed a bit and
rubbed me. Then I felt lips on my tummy and two hands
grabbing my ass and gently squeezing. I couldn't stop
shaking but I pushed my belly out against the lips and tried
to push my butt back into the hands.
"Let's look at her first," I heard Bert say. And the
hands and lips stopped.
"Look at these sweet titties. They're so little now,
but they're ripe and juicy. I'll bet they'll get to be 32s
by the time she grows up. You going to visit me then, Sue?"
All I could do was gulp, and nod, and keep on shaking.
I felt two hands on my tits.
"They're so soft and young." It was Steve's voice, and
probably Steve's tongue I felt licking a nipple tenatively.
"And look at those fucking legs! Jesus, they're so tan
and smooth. And they really have power. You should feel
her wrap them around you. She can really squeeze with 'em."
And I felt their hands all over my legs and calfs,
squeezing and rubbing and carressing up and down, and up and
down and over and around then a pair of lips, two pair of
lips and a tongue kissing and feeling and licking my tanned,
teenage legs. God, I rubbed them together trying to get off
with my cunt, but I onl;y managed to get hotter and hotter,
not to mentioned more ashamed.
"Now come around here and look at her sweet butt!"
Both sets of hands and lips left me and I felt
disappointed momentraily. I could hear them move around
behind me and kneel down. I kept rubbing my legs together
slightly, hoping no one would notice.
"Whooo. Sloow down. Easy, girl," Bert spoke to me as
if I was a horse. "You'll get there soon enough. Just stay
still and do what I tell you."
I was terribly embarrased that he noticed that I was
trying to masterbate with my legs but I was also terribly
horney and frustrated and feeling naked as fuck in front of
two guys I couldn't even see. My arms weren't tired, but I
sure wanted my fingers somewhere else than way up in the air
holding my pullover up and over my face.
I felt one set of ands on my hips from behind.
"Look at that sweet ass! Goddamn! She's going to be
one beautiful woman."
I couldn't help but blush at such flattery. I also
pushed back against the hands slightly, probalby exposing
more of my butt crack and maybe asshole than I wanted too.
The hands caressed their way down my thighs and came up
under my buns, holding one in each hand.
"Look at 'em. So tight. I mean, she's really packed
IN THERE! Wouldn't you love to spank them, Steve?"
"Fuckin' A!"
"Look at that one little mole. It's so lovely there
all alone."
And I could feel someone kiss a very small spot as he
rubbed both buns then around my legs and thighs in front,
keeping his distance from my dripping, little pussy.
I shoved my butt back in whoever's face was kissing me
and rubed it across his face, trying to get his nose to slip
deep into my crack. JESUS! I didn't know what I wanted.
Probably for him to tongue my cunt from behind. I don't
know. Something.
"Whooo, Steve! Plenty of time, lad. Let's look at
this sweet cunt, first, then I'll let you two alone for
awhile."
I heard what he said and I was scared. I know that
Steve had already fucked the daylights out of me, but that
was different. That just happened and then there were
plenty of people around. NOW it was planned. Bert had
probably planned to get me out here and get me naked with
him and Steve all along and then planned to let me stay here
with Steve. I really felt vunerable, now. I'd be almost
stark naked in front of a nearly total stranger! What was
I going to do? I was choking and shaking with lust, but I
was scared as shit and embarrassed that I'd let them get me
here like this. The air seemed to get real cool all of a
sudden, but I could tell that it was me, not the air cause I
could see that the sun was still out.
There were no hands on me and I cold hear them arrange
themselves in front of me on their knees, probably.
"Open up a little bit, Sue. Open your knees," Bert
said.
My panties, having slipped during all the feeling and
kissing, were around my calfs now so I could open my knees a
bit, but not too much.
"Hell, let's get rid of these."
And I felt both guys pull down my panties while feeling
up my smooth legs somemore. They steadied me so they could
pull both legs off my feet and got the shorts out as well.
Then I felt them untie my sneakers and pull them one at a
time off my feet. Occasionally one would stroke my legs or
kiss my thighs, or lick my hip, as the other one would be
undressing me.
"Now. Spread 'em, bitch," Bert said playfully.
I was shaking now harder than ever, but managed to put
my feet about two feet apart so my pussy was totally
exposed. I tried to bend forward and shove my butt just a
bit back so they couldn't see so much of me, but I felt
Bert's hands on my ass as he pushed forward.
"NO. No," he said. "We're gooing to see what we can
see. Don't fight it, baby."
I could feel his other hand on my pussy.
"Now look at these ripe little cheeks. Pussy cheeks.
Like they're pouting or something. Looks like two halves of
a peach, don't it?"
"Oh, yeah. And she's got peach fuzz too. Pretty blond
pussy."
"Look at the tender lips! So soft and juicy. Look at
them puff out and pooke out."
I could feel a finger going over and over my pussy
lips.
"Don't they look just so sweet?"
"Yeah, man. They sure do," Steve replied. "Let me
taste."
And I felt a tongue on my pussy lips and almost jumped
outta my skin. I was uncontrollably shaking and so fucking
hot I shoved my pussy against the lips, but they left my
pussy and travelled up my tummy to my tits as a finger
shoved its way into my cunt.
I humped against it, swirling it around inside me.
Trying to cum and cum and cum. But the finger left my cunt
and mouth left my titties.
"Well, I'm going to leave you two alone for awhile.
Suzi?"
"Yes?" I answered, muffled as much by my fear and lust
as by the pullover which still obstructed my sight.
"I want you to do everything Steve says. Got that?"
"Un, huh," I nodded. "But why can't you and I just. ."
"Shut up! If you don't mind Steve, he'll punish you.
I told him what to do and he'll do it. Got that?"
"Boy, I sure do," I heard Steve say.
I asked you if you got that!" Steve yelled at me.
"Yes, Steve. I understand," I said. I was softly
crying now. Partly due to Steve's having to yell at me and
partly from my embarrassment.
"Bye, now."
And I could hear him walk away.
"Oh, Suzi. You can take off your shirt and let your hands down," Steve instructed.
I did as he said and then tried to cover up with the
pullover, putting it over my cunt.
"Oh, no you don't. Drop it and come here."
I was still crying a bit and shaking a lot. But I want
over to him where he sat on a low stump. He motioned me to
kneel down betwee his knees and I complied.
"I hear you've learned how to suck cock real good.
Is that right?"
I closed my eyes, still crying, and nodded. I wished
was a thousand miles away. But not until I was satisfied.
Steve stood up. "Pull down my pants and suck my cock."
My hands fumbled with his belt. I was never very good
at taking off a belt backward, but I managed to free it and
then I unzipped his pants, my hand pushing past the
beautiful bulge. I grabbed the jeans and his underware from
the top and started pulling them down. I only got a few
inches and I stopped. I just couldn't go further. I was
too embarrassed.
"Let's go, bitch." And he slapped me. Not hard, but
enough to surprise me and to really make me start crying. I
was fumbling with his jeans and shorts, pulling them down,
and crying like a baby. Even when I saw his hard cock
poking out (and BOY I wanted to grab it and stuff it into me
after licking it and sucking him off), I kept crying, tears
running down over my cheeks and the sun shining in my face,
and a big cock before me.
"Come on!" And I pulled his shoes off and his jeans and
shorts over his feet. "Now show me your stuff, Suzi. Suck
me, and do it good!"
"Please, no. I don't want to. Please."
"Shut up and suck it. You know you want it, now suck!"
"No, I don't want to," I lied. I just want to go home
and go to bed." I was crying and shaking uncontrollably
now.
"You're going to suck or you're going to suck," Steve
slapped me again, harder than the last time.
I just knelt there, crying.
"Okay, bitch. You're going to get a spanking! Right
NOW. Young lady, lay over my lap. Right the fuck now!"
He slapped me again and sat down. I was really scared
now, and I remember what I'd said to Bert. "I'll suck you.
I'm sorry," I cried.
"TOO THE FUCK LATE. NOW GET YOUR ASS HERE!" Steve was
really angry and slapped me again, real hard. I could feel
the tears splash off of my cheek.
Meekly, I stood and lay over his lap. I could feel his
hard cock shoved in my tummy and he seemed to puch against
me, rubbing his cock into my belly. His right hand, over my
ass, began to squeeze, not too hard, but enough that I knwe
he meant business. His left hand held my back down over his
lap as he poked his cock into my stomach.
Soon I felt his right hand raise up and come down,
SMACK, onto my left cheek. I was crying, again, and harder.
The pain wasn't so bad, but the humiliation was very real.
His hand raised and fell, smack me over and over. After
avout the fifteenth slap, I started to feel REAL strange. I
was still crying, but now I was hot as the devil. GODDAMN!
I started squirming all around in his lap, and even reached
down and started squeezing and gently pumping his hard dick,
shoving it all over my tummy as he spanked and spanked and
spanked me. I cried and pumped. Pretty soon, I felt his
hand leave my back and start feeling up my little titties as
he kep spanking me. I LOVED IT! He was slapping my ass and
squeezing my titties and shoving a finger in my mouth, and I
was pumping his precious cock, the cock I loved so much the
other night and still loved now. I kept cryinbg, now out of
lust, and didn't even really notice when he stopped spanking
me and started feeling up my naked ass and feeling my pussy
from behind and sticking a finger in me. I was rubbing all
over him and trying to get him to cum on my tits or belly
and he fingerfucked me. We were HOT AS SHIT! And we both
knew it.
Suddendly he seemed to snap out of it. I felt his
finger stop in my pussy and his other hand stop. I tried to
get him going again by squirming all over him and jerking on
his cock, but he wasn't budging. Then he stood up, and I
fell on my back on the ground.
"I said, SUCK MY COCK!"
God his cock, ridged and deeply veined, looked
beautiful and obscene at the same time. It pointed up into
the air bursting with life. As he stood there, framed by
the few soft clouds, his cock pointing to the blue heavens,
it felt like the world fell out beneath me. There was the
rod and the staff of life, and here was I, worshipping
before it. I stopped crying, and as he sat down on the
stump, I picked my self up, knelt before him and gently took
hold of his magnificent cock and softly wrapped my lips
around it, letting my little tongue carress the underside
beneath the head. I let him slip deeper and deeper into my
mouth, as I tried to keep the underside well stimulated with
my swirling tongue, and the whole shaft excited by making my
lips slide tightly over the ridges and bulges.
He started thrusting deeper and deeper into my small
mouth, and I tried to keep up with him. I was horney as
SHIT but I was trying to give him a good blow job before my
needs were met. I wagged my ass in the air behind me, but
could get no relief. I just kept sucking his beautiful
godhead cock and feeling his legs and flat belly and bulging
biceps as he fucked my mouth and, occasionally, felt my tits
and pulled my head further into his lap, thrusting and
rolling his cock around in my mouth.
Suddenly, I felt someone grab my hips, one hand on
either side, and I could feel a cock push against my pussy
lips from behind.
I was really scared. Who was it? I wondered. I
couldn't see and when I wnet to look, Steve clamped his hand
on my neck and shove his cock even deeper into my mouth.
The cock behind me got its head into my puyssy even
though I tried to clamp my legs from behind. Now I had had
it. I couldn't stop. I had to have that cock in me from
behind, and I had to feel Steve's cock thrusting into my
mouth.
I pushed back and forth, getting the cock further and
further into my tight, slippery cunt. Inch by agonizing
inch the cock came deeper in. I could feel my pussy cheeks
puff out as it shoved further and further, and I could feel
the pussy lips dripping around the cock. Meanwhile I pumped
on Steve with a hand and slurped his cock as he pumped into
me and as the cock behind finally hit my depths and I
squirmed against the man's belly behind me before he pulled
back and started slowly trusting in and out with short
strokes first then deeper and gradually deeper. I felt sure
it was Bert, but the cock seemed a bit longer and a great
deal thicker. But I was too hot to think very clearly.
I was getting it good from both ends now. Both cocks
coordinating their thrusting so neither fell out, and both
going the distance, as they say. The thrusting came harder
and harder and, seemingly, deeper and deeper, plumbing my
very depths and filling me in the sweet hell of fuck and
suck. I thought about the redhead for a moment, and I was
her in an escasty of confusion. And I also had a hard dick
that I pushed into her fromm behind. And I also had a hard
dick that she could suck. And I had two dicks, one to fuck
her with and one to let her suck at the same time. And I
came back to myslef, and felt the hot cocks as they rolled
in me like an ocean of snakes, and the man behind grabbed my
hips and crushed my tits, and I was two seconds from REALLY
BLOWING IT!
I loved it! I was squirming all around and I could
feel both cocks were ready to explode in me. I was shaking
my head as much as I could and keeping up with Steve when I
saw, out of the corner of my eye someone else standing
behind me, off to the side.
It was BERT! It wasn't his cock in my cunt. That fat,
hard cock was someone else's! GOD! I wanted to scream. I
want to run and hide. But I was also starting to shudder
and cum and cum heavily, shaking all over and squirming my
butt into the man behind. And Steve grabbed my neck so I
couldn't turn anymore, and he shoved harder and quicker and
deeper into me and I could feel his cock PULSE big like a
mountain of cock, and he shoved a glob of sweet, hot cum
into my mouth, and he kept thrusting, and the unseen man
behind was thrusting and pumping, and his hot cum seem to
jump inside, and he kept thrusting and humping, and I was
CUMMING at the SAME time, jerking at the end of two fat, hot
lines like afish at opening day caught with two hooks,
swallowed and gaffed, and Steve kept thrusting and pumping
loads down my throat, and the man behind was grabbing my
titties and squeezing them as he fucking came in me deeper
and hotter and deeper than ever before, and Steve kept
pumping, then pulled his dick out and squirted all over my
face, and kept rubbing his cock around in the slick, hot
cum, then shoving it back into my mouth for another pumb,
then out again, and I was shaking with an orgasm that hit me
like a railroad train, as the man behind kept grunting and
shoving more and more cum, now mauling my tits, and grabbing
at my tummy, and shoving his hand over my cunt, and sticking
a finger in and over my clit and he kept shooting hot load
after hot load into me until I never thought any of this
would EVER stop, and I didn't want it to, every cell in my
body screaming for fuck and more and more and fuck, I was
cumming like an airplane crash, as I felt the cocks go deep
in again and then stay almost still except pulsing and
pushed as far into me as possible, drippling out their last
little strings of cum, I was shaking with an intense orgasm
from the gods, blessed with a fuck from Olympus, the man
behind kept rubbing my buns, my stomach, my tits, my cunt,
still pulsing and Steve still throbbing in me, now the man
carressing me gently and I could see Bert out of the corner
of my eye come over to me with the yellow pullover in his
hand, and he stroked my back and said something soothing
like to a horse, I was cvrying with my orgasm that was only
now subsiding, and I kept pushing back intot the man and
grabbing Steeve's cock and trying to get it to go deepering
in my stroat, and Bert spread the pullover over my eyes so I
couldn't see and tied it behind my head.
What a fuck! I was weak with it. I was a saint with
it. I didn't care if I went blind with it. If could never see again.
And I felt Steve's cock slip out of my mouth and gently
rub over my cheeks, and I kept licking at it. And the man
behind, the man with the long, thick cock, finally pulled
his so slowly out while I was trying to prolong the moment
by shoving back into him and squirming aganst his hairy
beyy, as he was feeling up my ass and back, and I could feel
his cock fall out and a sudden rush of air over my cunt, the
wound of my world, then he was wiping himself off on my
asscheeks, and rubbing his still hard dick up and down my
crack from behind, once even poking it gently into the
opening of my little asshole, just gently shoving, maybe the
very tip got into the little ring there, then pulling back
and rubbing it up and down, still feeling my little dripping cunt occasionally, or one of my tits, aI kept squirming
and whimpering with the deity of fuck surrounding me, inside
and out. And I felt abandoned in a world of sin and sorrow.
Naked on my haunches, trying to get Steve's cock, still
throbbing, but growing smaller, into my sweet little mouth.
And the man pulled back and way, and I could hear him
whisper something to Bert, and Bert laughed and I could hear
him putting on his pants or jeans and then zipping them up
and walking away, out of the clearing. All the while I was still licking Steve and rubbing his cocker my face, and I
put one hand in my tail and fingered myself back there.
God I was embarrassed. But I was fucked, too, and I
knew then and forever which mattered more! If ever
thereafter I had to chose between self respect and a hard
cock, between dignity and dick, well . . . It would be NO
CONTEST! I needed stuffed. And I needed it over and over
again.
I was exhausted and fell down and lay in the grass.
Steve lay beside me and caressed me tenderly from behind. I
fell asleep with my tit in his hand, the pullover still tied
behind my head.
We woke a few hour later, Steve's cock in my rump, but
too pooped to pop up. He took off my blindfold, we kissed,
dressed each other--we took a long time doing this!--and
walked back to the house. It was getting dark.
Neither Bert nor Steve ever told me who was fucking me
from behind that day, and I only asked once. To tell the
truth, I didn't want to know. If I knew, I've be
embarrassed when I would see him. That is, if I would ever
see him. This way, I didn't even know if I ever ran into
him or not. In fact, I din't know who it was for over three
years. Then I knew I bumped into him all the time. But I
didn't know it then.
The next day, after a slow tender fuck in the clearing,
Bert asked, "You wanta go to a formal dance with me?"
I blushed. Bert was asking me out on a formal date! I
was thrilled.
"Sure, Bert. That'd be great. You sure you want to
take me."
"Suzi, you're something special. I really get off on
you. ~And in you," he laughed. "Afterward maybe you can
join a club."
"What club?"
"Justa club. You know some guys and girls." And, as
though in an afterthought, "We have a really good time."
"Bert," I choked. "I love you. I'll do anything you
say." And he stroked my naked body and kissed me on the
cheek. He was SO sweet.
"O.K. Dress up tonight. Borrow some clothes from
Sarah. Make yourself real sharp. Pretend you're going to a
prom, kiddo." He lit a cigarette and blew smoke over my
tummy. Then rubbed me and kissed my tits, letting smoke
escape between licks. "Yep, tonight after the dance you can
join the Four-Leaf Club. Be ready by six. First we'll go
out and eat. We'll double with Steve and his date." He
stood up, "But maybe you better catch a nap before then. I
think you're going to need your rest." He smiled. "Come
on. Let's get back."
And he pulled me to him and kissed me long and hard as
I melted in his arms.
I couldn't wait!
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