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The Violated Virgin by Ward Fulton Chapter 1

Not mine…Chapter 1
The mall was crowded with students, all eager to take advantage of the
sunshine and the soft spring breeze that blew gently off the river.
Every bench was occupied, and even the wide concrete borders which
fringed the flowerbeds were jammed with chattering teenagers, their
spirits lifted by the final departure of winter and the sight of
thousands of daffodils which heralded the approaching season.
The clock on Old Main indicated eleven-thirty, and Suzanne glanced up
impatiently as she pushed her way through the throng. Yvonne had said
eleven-fifteen. Where was she? Nervously, Suzanne turned and bumped
into a tall, blond young man, who grinned at her impudently. “What’s
the hurry?” he said in a lazy drawl, his eyes quickly scanning her
figure approvingly.
“Sorry,” she muttered, stepping back, then going on again. Her ears
burned as she heard a soft whistle of appreciation before he became
lost in the crowd. She smiled to herself; he had been rather nice-
looking. But not as handsome as Sam. No one was as handsome as Sam. Oh,
why couldn’t she have gone with him to Europe? Almost subliminally she
heard her mother’s voice: “Go to Europe with that young man? Suzanne,
you must be out of your mind. What would the neighbors say? Of course,
if you got married first …”
Married. who would want to get married at nineteen? Maybe some kids
did, but then usually because they had to. And Suzanne had decided when
she was fifteen that she was going to wait, at least until she was out
of college. Of course, after meeting Sam, she had been sorely tempted.
Sam was a very persistent suitor; it had taken all her will power not
to give in to him, not only to his proposal, but his propositions as
well.
She felt a tingling in her loins at the memory of his strong face above
hers, his hands gently caressing her body, and the suggestive bulge in
his pants. That bulge. Oh, how many times hadn’t she wanted to reach
out and feel it, the way his fingers would feel her breasts. But every
time, her mother’s voice rang in her ears, and her mounting desires
would suddenly turn to guilt and self-recrimination, and Sam would
again go home, frustrated and disappointed. No wonder he went to
Europe; he was probably sleeping with every available girl he met. At
least that’s what Yvonne had said to her. Yvonne … where was she?
Suzanne glanced up at the clock again. Eleven-forty. She hated people
who weren’t punctual, and Yvonne should know better.
“Here you are, darling!”
The throaty greeting penetrated above the noisy clamor, and Suzanne
turned with a smile of relief.
“Yvonne, where’ve you been?”
The angular face beamed at her. “Right here. Since eleven-fifteen. I
guess I was too busy checking over the new talent. Christ, I think
these kids get sexier each semester.”
Yvonne’s overly large and overly made-up eyes followed two young men as
they walked past. She gave a soft whistle.
“Did you see the basket on that one?”
Suzanne grabbed her arm, and began guiding her through the crowd
towards Woodward Avenue.
“Yvonne, you’re too much. Can’t you think of anything else?”
Yvonne laughed, a thunderous bellow that had once been likened to the
blast of the tug-boats on the river.
“Anything else, darling? Oh, come off it, my little vestal virgin. Once
you spread your legs for a man, you’ll find there’s not much else worth
thinking about.”
Suzanne bit her lip and remained silent. Although she was rather proud
of her virginity, she had to admit the many moments when she had almost
given it away to Sam. Oh, Sam, where the hell are you right now?
“Believe me, Suzanne, I hope you do get laid pretty soon. It’s good for
the digestion, among other things. Where do you want to eat? Verne’s?”
They turned down the sidewalk and walked past the Maccabees Building.
Suzanne kept silent, with her friend’s words echoing in her brain.
Maybe she would get laid after all. No, no, no. The little voice rose
again, as it always did; save it for Sam. He’s the only one. He loves
you. And you love him. Let his shaft be the first one to break through
into your pulsating cavern. Oh, Sam … Sam …
She blinked her eyes as they left the sunlit sidewalk and entered the
darkened interior of the bar. Yvonne led the way over to a corner table
and collapsed into a chair. Suzanne seated herself opposite and smiled.
“Good to see you,” she said sincerely, looking across the table at her
friend, thinking again that she was indeed fortunate to have an older
woman to guide her through the first hectic weeks of classes at Wayne.
Not that she was helpless; but after graduating from a high school
class of only sixty-two, she felt more than overpowered by the size of
the student body. She remembered hearing that the total enrollment at
Wayne State was over twenty-five thousand. No more personal touches
from the teacher; she would be merely a small insignificant cog in the
educational machine,
“What are you having?”
The slender, pale-faced girl had approached the table, pencil and pad
poised. Yvonne looked up and blew smoke in her face, unintentionally.
“I’m having a hamburger, dear,” she said. “Okay for you, Suzanne?”
Suzanne nodded. “Yes, please. And a large Coke.”
“I’ll take a vodka and seven,” said Yvonne, “I need a little something
this morning. Last night just about wore me out.”
She gripped her cigarette firmly, and Suzanne noticed the fine lines
around her lips, matching those at the corners of her eyes. Suzanne had
never asked Yvonne her age, but she suspected it was around thirty.
Yvonne had been going to Wayne for over six years. She jokingly
referred to herself as a professional student.
“So, you excited?”
Suzanne nodded.
“Of course I am. I’ve been looking forward to this for years. Of
course, mother isn’t very happy about my getting the apartment.”
Yvonne’s throaty laugh echoed through the bar. “Of course she wouldn’t
be. She’s afraid you’re going to start dragging in every male on
campus. But then …” Yvonne’s eyes twinkled. “I guess there’s not much
chance of that as long as you’re carrying that torch for Sam, huh?”
Suzanne nodded. “Not a chance.”
“Well, you can always come up and spend those lonely evenings with me
and Carole.”
“Thanks, but I plan to do a lot of studying. I’m also going to start a
little project of my own, investigating the poor families in the
neighborhood. That’s one of the reasons I’m moving into your building.
It’s close enough to that section up on West Forest. I want to really
find out how those people live and what their problems are.”
Yvonne sniffed. “Just watch yourself. You might be able to walk down
the streets in Grosse Pointe at night without getting raped, but not in
this neighborhood. So just be careful.”
“I will.”
“And …” Yvonne giggled. “If you do get in a situation that looks like
trouble, remember to go for the groin. A swift kick in the balls will
stop just about anyone.”
“I’ll remember,” Suzanne said, flushing slightly. She leaned back as
the waitress brought their drinks. Yvonne lifted her glass.
“Well, here’s to it,” she said, “And may he be hot, horny and handsome,
whoever he is.”
“Yvonne, you’re too much,” said Suzanne.
“Never,” was the blunt reply, “And take it from me, my girl, once
you’ve had a good hard cock up your innocent little pussy, you’ll know
what life’s all about.”
“Yvonne, don’t talk like that,” said Suzanne, her face turning scarlet.
“It’s not nice.”
“You sound like your mother,” said Yvonne cynically. “No wonder you’re
an only child. She probably let your old man in once, and that was
that. Don’t you make the same mistake. There’s nothing like a good fuck
to keep a girl in shape.”
The waitress returned with their food, and Suzanne breathed a sigh of
relief. She liked Yvonne very much, but her incessant preoccupation
with sex made Suzanne feel uncomfortable. She knew what Yvonne said was
probably true, but that was one area of truth she hadn’t yet learned to
face without embarrassment. Her mind fled back to the last night she
had spent with Sam before he flew to Europe. They had attended a dance
at the Detroit Yacht Club, and afterwards Sam drove to a secluded spot
on Belle Isle, and they sat watching the lights of the ships on the
river and the distant skyline of Windsor, and Suzanne had wanted to cry
her eyes out at the thought of being without Sam for three months. He
had put his arms around her, and their kisses were deep and prolonged.
She felt her loins stirring with desire, and Sam’s fingers caressing
her breasts did nothing to ease her mounting passions.
Finally, Sam had taken her hand and gently placed it over his crotch.
Before she jerked it away, she was conscious of the hard, throbbing
bulge there. “Please, please,” he had begged her, but she had turned
away, her face hot with anger, not at him, but with herself and her
inability to do what she really wanted to; but deep in her mind, her
mother’s voice still rang out commandingly. “I’m going to be gone some
time,” Sam said, “Give me something to remember.” She shook her head
and looked away. She was conscious of Sam moving, and she heard the
rustle of fabric. When she had turned back, she saw in the dim light,
the white outline of his cock protruding from his fly. His hand was
around it, and he was gently massaging it, up and down.
“Sam!” Her voice was tinged with terror.
“Relax,” he had said, “It won’t bite you.” And he had taken her hand
again, and this time her fingers felt the naked flesh of his penis,
firm and thick and long.
Almost with one movement, she pulled away, opened the car door and
stumbled across the grass, her dress tearing on the branch of a tree.
She came to a stop at the edge of the beach, and stood there, staring
out across the river, her mind whirling, her breasts heaving, and
within her loins the incredibly sensation of sexual stimulation like
she had never known before. She wanted to go back, to feel his shaft,
to close her lips around it, to feel it slide into her. She wanted it,
oh, how she wanted it; but she stood there, alone, tears streaming down
her cheeks.
After a while, she heard a soft footstep, and turned to see Sam
standing behind her. “I’m sorry,” he said, touching her arm, “but I had
to do something about it. I couldn’t stand it any longer.” Something
told her, without her asking him, what he had done. And within her
heart, she didn’t blame him. She sometimes masturbated herself at home.
“Come, I’ll take you home,” he had said, and without a word, she let
herself be guided back to the car. They kissed goodnight, and the next
day Sam left for Europe.
Oh, how she wished she had given in to his desires that night. If only
she didn’t feel the way she did about sex. If only she could be like
her other girlfriends who admitted freely that they slept with boys.
She wanted to; God knows she wanted to. But she had yet to chase the
overwhelming specter of guilt and retribution from her mind, the
feeling that if she did she would be guilty of the greatest
transgression. “It’s sinful the way some young people carry on,” her
mother had said so many times. “I’m glad Suzanne is a good girl.” If
she was such a good girl, why did it make her feel so bad?
* * *
Suzanne followed Yvonne up the steps to the blackened, time-worn
apartment house on Hancock Street. Just a few blocks from the campus,
the building would be most convenient, not only for school, but for her
intended research into the slum area to the west, peopled by white and
black families who formed a major portion of Detroit’s economically
deprived population.
Yvonne pushed open the door, and the smell of stale cooking odors
greeted their nostrils. A slovenly looking woman was mopping the tiled
lobby. She looked up and grinned.
“Hi, Yvonne,” she said, and then her beady eyes fastened on Suzanne.
“This must be your friend, Suzanne?”
Yvonne introduced her as Mrs. Sansome, and Suzanne shook hands,
conscious of the dampness of the fingers that enclosed her own. She
wanted to reach into her purse for a Kleenex to wipe the stickiness,
but she decided to wait.
“You’ll be renting 8B,” Mrs. Sansome continued. “It’s on the third
floor, just above Yvonne and Carole. It’s a nice place, and it has a
nice view from the balcony.” She gave a loud cackle, and Yvonne sniffed
deprecatingly.
“View?” she snapped. “You call Hancock a view?”
“S’better than looking into the alley,” retorted Mrs. Sansome with some
spirit. “Come, Suzanne. I’ll show you.”
They climbed the stairs, their footsteps echoing hollowly through the
building. Mrs. Sansome was breathing heavily by the time they reached
the third floor. Her stooped shoulders shrieked of years of drudgery
and her emaciated frame looked like it could blow away. Suzanne made a
mental note to talk to her landlady about her background; obviously she
was one of many poorer persons who supplemented their income by taking
care of apartments. Yes, that would be another aspect of her studies:
the exploitation of the poor by rich real estate tycoons. Detroit was
notorious for slum landlords, and while this building wasn’t exactly a
slum, it had obviously not been well cared for over the years.
“Well, here it is,” said Mrs. Sansome. “It ain’t elegant but it’s
clean.”
They walked into the living room, sparsely furnished with a well-worn
couch and chairs, a small desk and two lamps. Through a hallway Suzanne
glimpsed the kitchen and bathroom, and off one end of the living room
was a small alcove with a double bed.
“Same as ours,” said Yvonne. “Only cleaner, maybe.”
“Sure,” snapped Mrs. Sansome. “Yours was clean when you moved in.”
Yvonne snorted. “That was five years ago,” she said. “It hasn’t even
been painted since then.”
“No, and I wonder if it’s ever been cleaned,” retorted Mrs. Sansome.
Yvonne raised her eyebrows and glared. “Another crack like that and
I’ll report you to the Board of Health,” she said icily. She turned to
Suzanne. “Don’t mind us, dear. Mrs. Sansome and I have been friendly
enemies for years. She’s just jealous because I have more boyfriends
staying overnight than she does.”
Suzanne walked into the kitchen and looked around. The room was small,
and the stove very old, but there was an air of warmth about it that
appealed to her. She thought for a second of her father’s beautiful
home in Grosse Pointe, with the lavish display of built-in appliances,
formica counter tops, hand-rubbed cabinets and a brand-new dishwasher
and trash disposal. But that was his home. This apartment was going to
be hers; at least for a while. She turned to Mrs. Sansome with a smile.
“It looks fine,” she said. “I’ll start moving in right away. I have
some things in my car outside.”
Yvonne moved to the door. “See you later, darling. I have to get ready.
I have a date. ‘Bye now.”
Mrs. Sansome grinned, and turned back to Suzanne. “She’s a card,” she
said in a raspy voice, “but I like her. Oh, the rent’s payable in
advance. Eighty-five a month.”
Suzanne fumbled in her purse and took out her checkbook, wrote a check
quickly and handed it over.
“There.”
Mrs. Sansome handed over two keys, and walked downstairs with Suzanne.
In the lobby she paused and smiled. “You known Yvonne a long time?” she
asked curiously.
Suzanne nodded. “About a year,” she replied. “We met socially. Why?”
The old woman shrugged. “Nothing. You just seem a nicer type of girl
than she is, that’s all. Nothing against her, of course, you
understand. But I can tell you come from a nice family.”
Suzanne smiled. “Thank you. But I think Yvonne’s pretty nice, too, even
if she is a little rough at times.”
Mrs. Sansome nodded. “Most dykes are,” she said. “But then it takes all
types. See you, Suzanne.”
She waddled off down the hall, her body swaying beneath the weight of
the bucket and mop she carried. Suzanne stared after her, frowning.
Dykes. What did she mean by that? She’d never heard that word before.
Maybe it referred to the section of town where Yvonne had been born.
Like Hamtramack, where the Poles lived.
Brushing the thought from her mind, Suzanne walked out of the building
and down the steps to her MG parked at the sidewalk. She unlocked the
trunk and began unloading the boxes of things she had brought over. She
was busily stacking them on the sidewalk when she heard a voice.
“Hi. You moving into the neighborhood?”
She turned to see a young man standing behind her. He looked very
young, possibly not more than sixteen, she imagined, with a shock of
blond curly hair and an engaging smile on his face. He was dressed in
blue jeans and a torn T-shirt, and had no shoes.
“Yes, I am,” she replied.
“Here, let me help.”
He came forward, and started lifting one of the boxes. Suzanne
hesitated, then smiled.
“Thank you, that’s very kind. But it’s a long haul. I’m on the third
floor.”
“That’s okay,” said the young man. “I’m used to stairs. We live on the
fifth floor.”
“In this building?”
He laughed. “Oh, no, nothing as nice as this. We’re way up on Forest,
the other side of Third. Hey, what’s your name? Mine’s Donald.”
“I’m Suzanne,” she replied.
In silence they climbed up to the apartment and deposited their loads
on the floor of the living room. Donald stared around, then stood back,
looking at Suzanne with appreciative eyes.
“This sure is nice,” he said enviously. “I wish we had a nice place
like this.”
“You live with your folks?” asked Suzanne.
“Uh-huh. My mother and my older brother Ted. Say, I clean apartments
real cheap. You want me to help you up here?”
Suzanne laughed. “Well, let me think about it, okay? Maybe when I get
settled I’ll have some chores you can help with. What do you charge?”
He laughed. “Oh, not much. Maybe a dollar or so. I also run errands,
like to the store. I only charge fifty cents to go to the store.”
“Oh.” Suzanne realized she would be needing some milk, coffee and
sugar. “Donald, how about picking up some things for me now while I
finish unpacking?”
“Okay. I won’t charge you this time. Sort of a bonus for a new
customer.”
They both laughed, and Suzanne stared at him. He was really such an
appealing boy, with a fresh, innocent quality to his face. And he
seemed courteous and respectful, with no hint of the roughness that she
imagined would characterize a boy growing up in this neighborhood.
She made out a list, gave him a five-dollar bill, and he ran down the
stairs, whistling. Suzanne walked to the balcony of her apartment and
stared down at his figure, running quickly up Hancock Street and
disappearing from view. She turned back inside, humming to herself.
Only a half-hour in her new home, and already she’d met someone from
the neighborhood, someone that she knew would provide valuable research
for her social studies. Yes, she would certainly have to become better
acquainted with Donald and his family. They could be her first case
history.
With a sigh, she flopped into a chair and surveyed her new apartment.
She felt she was going to be very happy here. For the first time in her
life, she would have a place that was entirely her own. For a split
second, she wished Sam were there with her, and the sign on the door
read “Mr. and Mrs.” instead of merely “Suzanne Delacorte.” She made a
mental note to write to Sam that evening and tell him of her move.
To be continued…

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After Goku and Gohan’s emergence from the time chamber, they enjoy a peaceful period of relaxation. The first day of the break, Gohan and Goku went out fishing. Krillin soon joined them, and they reflected on the day when they fought the Saiyans, Nappa and Vegeta.
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“’Kay,” Gohan said cheerfuly, and walked up to his bedroom. As Krillin spectated this, he thought Man, if this is what Goku meant by training in the outside world, we’re in a whole lot of trouble…
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A few hours later, Gohan was still in his room, studying hard, but his mind was elsewhere. He looked out into the window, up into the beautiful sky, and wondered If I’m sitting here studying, what are Vegeta and Trunks doing? Are we going to be ready for Cell?
Chichi quitley opened the door an inch, and peaked into the room. “Gohan?” she walked over to Gohan’s desk. “I made a drink for you,” she said sweetly, putting down a glass of lemonade with a sprig of mint in it on his desk. “How are you going?”
“Umm… actually Mom, I’m finding it hard to concentrate right now. People are out there training for the fight against Cell, and I’m here studying.”
“Hmm…” Chichi sat down on the desk. “I think I understand. You need something to take your mind of Cell so you can study again.” She started undoing the scarf around her neck. “I think I have just the thing to do that…”
“What are you doing, Mom?” Gohan asked curiously as Chi Chi started un doing her dress. “I’m going to show you the anatomy of a woman’s body,” Chi Chi said, taking off her dress completely and leaving only her bra and panties on. “This is an area of study you won’t find in that text book, and these things are always best done practically,” She said. “Could you undo my bra, Gohan?”
Gohan felt nervous by this stage, but he couldn’t figure out why. “Umm…sure, Mom,” He moved behind Chi Chi, and slowly took of the bra. Once he was finished, he moved back to his chair. He then looked at Chi Chi’s breasts.
“Woah,” he breathed, taking in the size of her boobs and tits. “Your chest is so much bigger than mine!”
“That’s normal for women, Gohan,” Chi Chi explained. “We call these ‘Boobs’ and these,” pointing to her nipples, “tits.”
“Wow,” Gohan said, “Can I touch them?”
“Sure Gohan,” Chi Chi said lovingly. Gohan slowly reached out and cupped Chi Chi’s boobs in his hands. He moved them up and down, and giggled when they jiggled. He seemed to pay extra special attention to her nipples, slowly caressing them as they got hard.
Gohan got a sudden urge. “Mom, I feel like I want to suck your tits,” he told his mother. “Don’t worry, Gohan, all men feel like that. You sucked on these when you were a baby, and milk came out of them. You can suck them if you want.”
Gohan did not have to be told twice. He fastened his lips and tounge around her right nipple, slowly sucking it while cupping the other boob in his left hand.
“Oh, my baby!” Chi Chi exclaimed, throwing her head back. Gohan looked up at his mother. “Did I do something wrong, Mom?”
“No, Gohan, it made mommy so happy she gave a little cry of joy,” Chi Chi said.
The door slammed open, and Goku walked in. “I heard some one cry out, and I – “
He suddenly stopped talking, taking in the sight of Gohan’s mouth centimetres away from Chi Chi’s naked breasts.
“Goku…” Chi Chi began, “I’m really, really…”
“Glad that you started to teaching him the basics!” Goku told Chi Chi brightly. “I was going to show Gohan Kamehasutra sooner or later anyway.”
He strode over to Chi Chi and passionately kissed her while cupping her boobs. She responded enthusiastically, running her hands all over Goku’s body, eventually stopping on his cock and squeezed hard. He let out a low moan, filled with all the ecstasy he was feeling.
“Chi Chi…Chi Chi settle down a bit. Gohan hasn’t even had his turn yet!” Goku told her, and she giggled a bit. “Your right…Gohan, come over here.”
Gohan, who had been completely aroused by the sight of his parents expressing their love, still didn’t know what was going on. He shuffled nervously over in front of Chi Chi and looked up at her.
“Let’s get back on track Gohan. We’ll move down the body of a woman – to her pussy.” She sat on the edge of Gohan’s desk and leaned back with her legs spread wide apart, giving the best view possible to Gohan and Goku. Instinctively, they both moved forward and started touching it.
“Feel that little bump above the opening to my pussy, Gohan? That’s my clit – one of the most sensitive organs in a female’s anatomy. It gives great pleasure to the woman if you slowly rub it, or even lick it. Give it a try!”
Gohan moved his fingers upward, slowly finding the place his mother had described. Once he located it, he slowly rubbed his index and middle finger all around and on the area. Chi Chi threw her head back in delight.
Meanwhile, Goku had put two fingers inside her pussy and had started fingering her. With this sensory overload from both her husband and her son, she started to scream.
“Yes, fuck my pussy! Fuck it with your fingers and make me cum! Oh yeah…. Oh….”
With a final scream, Chi Chi’s body tensed up and her womanly juices erupted, with Goku and Gohan’s hands’ covered in her cum. Both of them kept giving her pleasure, well until she had stopped moving and had gained control of her breathing.
“That was amazing, Chi Chi! I’ve only seen you cum like that once, and that was our first time on the night of our wedding!” Goku exclaimed.
“Mom, what was that? At first I thought it was pee but then it was all gluey and sticky…” Gohan questioned her.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. That’s what we call cum – when we pleasure our sexual organs to a point that they release this tasty stuff.” Chi Chi casually told him as she scooped up her cum and put it in her mouth. “Here, have a try!”
Gohan started licking all around his mother’s pussy, gathering all her cum in his mouth. When he had a full mouthful, he took a big swallow and smacked his lips with his tongue.
“Mom, you taste amazing!! Do all women taste as good as you do?” Gohan asked her.
“No way sweetie! Your mum has the best tasting cum in the entire world! You’ll be lucky to find a girl who’s got better tasting cum than me!” Chi Chi told her enthusiastic son. “Now Gohan, I hope that was enough to take your mind off things. Tomorrow, if you still can’t study properly, I’ll show you the anatomy of the male! You’ll absolutely love it! But only if you promise you work extra hard until tommorow!”
“Yes mom,” Gohan said obediently, but on the inside, he couldn’t wait for his next anatomy lesson. Goku gave his son a pat on the back and told him “great job, son. You’ll be a pro in no time.” and walked out the door with his arm around Chi Chi.
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Me and my Bro Part 1

thank u for the good comments i got from the last story, and if u didnt like it im sorry but that was my first attempt at anything like this. also can u please stop posting in the comments box about how u r looking for sex. i am a bloke as well, fairly young but also have a dick so i dont want to know, thank you. leave the comments box for comments please.

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Ravishing Her

This was just a spur of the moment story I wrote when my girlfriend/lover Jennifer was sending me dirty pics and my imagination got the better of me. Shhh, she doesn’t know it’s here 😉

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Morning wake up

This is the fourth story in the series, see ‘Soaked through, Bikini Heaven and ‘Cum covered panties’ to see how it all began………
There I was lying in bed, confused beyond belief, thinking back to the evenings events.
‘Was it real?’ I thought, ‘had I really just watched a beautiful sixteen year old girl finger fuck herself to an explosive orgasm, then masturbate myself for the second time that day in front of her, and finally shooting my cum into her mouth?’.
My head was spinning.
Next morning I woke up feeling very aroused, I could hear whispering, then the most amazing thing happened. I felt something hot and moist going from my balls to the tip of my shaft, it was fantastic, but then I felt the same on the other side of my fully erect dick at the same time.
I slowly opened my eyes to see both Debbie and Hannah on their knees on my bed, naked and licking my cock. I closed my eyes again and pretended to be asleep. I could feel one of them take my shaft in their mouths and start bobbing up and down, while the other one sucked on my balls.
This was fucking amazing, they kept swapping with each other, both taking it in turns to take my large dick as far they could in their mouths.
‘I can’t believe he’s still asleep’ Debbie exclaimed.
‘I’ve got an idea’ Hannah replied, and with that I felt a lot of movement on the bed. I could feel movement around my head and then I could smell it, the sweet smell of teenage pussy. I opened my eyes to see what I assumed was Hannah’s pussy inches from my face; I could see how wet she was and I couldn’t believe my eyes.
I still pretended to be asleep to see what she was going to do. She lowered her pussy so that it was over my mouth and nose, touching my lips. She started to move her hips up and down over my mouth. I could not do it any longer, I opened my mouth and inserted my tongue into her inviting pussy, I could taste the juices from this wonderful teenage pussy, dripping wet into my mouth. Her smell was intoxicating. All the time this was happening Debbie was still pumping her mouth up and down on my cock, stopping from time to time to lick it up and down like an ice lolly.
‘Morning Chris’, I heard Hannah pant, obviously now aware that my tongue was lapping away at her. I moved my hands off the bed and put them onto Hannah’s large breasts; I squeezed them gently, caressing their soft skin. I could feel her hard nipples sticking into the palms of my hand; I grabbed them between my finger and thumb and started rubbing them. She let out some little moans, which told me she liked what I was doing. She stared gyrating over my mouth faster and harder, her pussy was spurting out fanny juices into my eager mouth and then she convulsed, as she did the previous night, as her body went into an orgasmic spasm.
‘Oh yes, yes, yes, fuck me, that so fucking good, suck me Chris. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!!!’ she shouted, her body coming to the end of her second orgasm in less than twelve hours. She went limp and collapsed forward onto my chest.
‘Holy Shit Debbie, I can see what you mean. That was fucking awesome, Oh my god, I can’t stop shaking’ Hannah panted.
She moved her legs off me and knelt alongside me and she lowered her lips to mine and kissed me like as if her life depended on it. She could taste her own juices on my tongue and stopped kissing and started to lick all around my mouth, nose and chin.
Debbie pulled herself away from my cock and crawled up to by my chest and helped Hannah lick her juices off my face, moving over to kiss me passionately on the lips, inserting her tongue in my mouth to play with mine. Hannah then grabbed Debbie’s face and pulled her up, away from mine and moved in to kiss her.
I couldn’t believe the vision in front of me, two gorgeous sixteen year old beauties French kissing over me. I moved my hands up so that I had one of each of their breasts in them. I don’t believe I had ever been this turned on. I moved my hands down off their breasts and placed them in between their legs, I found each of their pussies and they were both soaking wet. I inserted two fingers into each of them and proceded to finger fuck them. Debbie broke off her kiss and moved her head down to Hannah breast and started to suck on her nipples, this was amazing. Here in my bed I had two stunning teenagers, dripping their juices onto my hands, playing with each other’s breasts, sucking and caressing each other. I was in heaven.
Debbie broke away from her caressing of her friend and pulled my hand out of her wet pussy and brought it up to her mouth and sucked her own juices off my fingers. Hannah, having watched Debbie, did the same on the other side of me. After they had sucked every ounce of juice off my shrivelled fingers, Debbie started talking to me.
‘Chris, you’re so good to us. Is there anything we could do for you? ‘She asked with a sultry look on her face. She moved her hand back down onto my cock and started wanking me off, slowly, pulling my skin down so it revealed my swollen head then back up over the tip of my penis. It felt fantastic; I was getting so worked up.
‘Would you Fuck us both, Chris?’ Hannah asked. ‘Would you like to put that big dick of yours into our cunts?’
What the fuck could I say; I was being aroused by two gorgeous teenage girls, both naked on MY bed. ‘Are you both Virgins?’ I enquired.
‘Of course I am, Chris!!’ Debbie exclaimed.
‘I am too Chris, well, with a man anyway!’ Hannah proudly stated.
‘Have you been with a woman, Hann??’ Debbie questioned. ‘When? Who?….Oh my god. You never said. I tell you everything, who’ve you been with Hann?’
‘Well remember last year when I stayed at my cousins. I had to share a bedroom with Kirtsy, she’s the same age as me and we got really close and one night we were messing about play fighting and she pinned me down on the floor and I was laughing. The next thing she was kissing me, it was so fucking horny. One thing lead to another and we spent the night finger fucking, licking and rubbing each other and basically shoving anything we could get our hands on, up each other. It was great!’
Without realising it, Hannah had instinctively moved her hand to her crotch and was working herself up while she told us her story.
‘I would love to fuck you both, my sweet girls. But this must stay between us as it’s not right. You’re in my care Deb and Hannah; you’re my friend’s daughter!’ I stated.
‘That’s all I needed to hear!!’ cheered Debbie and removed her hand from my cock which was still pumping up and down. She moved over my rock solid dick and guided it so that it lined up with her wet hole. She gently lowered herself onto my cock, it felt amazing. She stopped moving to get used to the feeling and then lowered herself further. I could feel her warm, moist cunt encasing my large cock, but I could feel her hymen like a barrier and I said to her ‘If you go any further, it’s going to hurt’.
‘I don’t care, I wanna feel you ALL inside me!’ she passionately replied, and with that she pushed herself all the way down my shaft and she cried out in pain, I could see tears coming from her eyes.
‘Are you ok Deb? I asked.
‘Oh fuck me YES, I’m so good. Please Fuck me Chris!! Fuck me HARD!! She wailed.
I wasn’t going to be wait to be asked again and with that I started pumping my hips up and down, thrusting my dick into her wet, virginally tight cunt. It felt amazing, her tight pussy sliding up and down my shaft. She was moaning and groaning ‘Fuck me Chris, Fuck me hard, treat me like your BITCH!!’
Hannah moved her head onto Debbie’s breasts and started sucking her nipples, rubbing her nipples between her lips and tongue. Debbie’s moans got louder and louder, screaming.
‘YES, YES, YES, F-U-U-C-K, Harder Chris, Fuck ME!!!! She screamed.
I pounded her cunt as hard as I could, again and again, I could feel my own orgasm building up in my balls, I was getting closer and closed with every stroke. ‘I’m gonna CUM; Fuck me I’m gonna CUM!!!!’ I pumped spurt after spurt of my hot semen into Debbie’s pussy just as she reached her own amazing climax. We both shouted and screamed out in our orgasmic states, panting and puffing after this, our first passionate fuck.
Debbie passed out and rolled off me onto the bed, semen was still dripping out of her firstly fucked fanny.
Hannah quickly saw an opportunity and dropped her head straight onto my now flaccid cock and sucked off the rest of the mixture of my spunk and Debbie’s vaginal juices, licking her lips as she got up, then moved in between Debbie’s legs and opened them wide and sucked on her pussy, lapping up the last drops of our mixture of fluids. Again, getting up, she licked her lips of my sperm and Debbie’s juices.
‘I cannot wait till my turn’ said Hannah, once again starting to finger fuck herself……

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Locked in the Past part 5

As I pulled into the driveway, I was surpised to see Richard’s car. When I walked in the front door, he was on the couch, talking with Pat. I was greeted with their hellos, but Pat did not bother to meet me with the usual hug and kiss, an oversight I normally would not have noticed. I excused myself to get a shower.
In the bathroom, I stepped out of my shorts and wondered how I could hide the bloodstains from Pat. I decided to dispose of them rather than risk any embarrasing questions. My rectum was swollen. Every move I made brought fresh pain. I stepped in the shower and tried to wash away the day’s events before dressing for the meal.
Pat met me as I started out the bedroom door. “Why didn’t you tell me that you had invited Richard to spend the night,” she demanded.
That was the first time I had thought about it again. “I had other things on my mind and just failed to call you,” I said honestly. “Honey, I am really sorry. He said he could go to a motel if he needed to,” I offered weakly.
“No, he is not going to a motel after you invited him to stay with us,” she said angrily. ” I don’t know how you can be so inconsiderate of me and the kids. I’ve put him in Roy’s room and Roy will go to the basement tonight, just like we had planned when he stays with us next week, but it would have helped if I had been given a little lead time. Richard helped me change those sheets make up the other bed. He was embarrassed about my not knowing.”
“I didn’t know he was coming over so early,” I said. “I could have helped do those things after I got here.”
“Yeah, if you had even thought about it then,” she snapped. “He came early to take a shower. He was very apologetic when he realized I didn’t know you invited him. It’s done now and everything is taken care of, thanks to his helpfulness.”
On that note, we drove to The Utopian for our “special” family evening.
The mood in the club was subdued and the crowd smaller than usual, but the food was superb. In the elegant setting everyone seemed relaxed and serene, a welcome change from the grieving and tension of 9/11. While waiting for the main course, Richard asked Pat to dance. She tried to beg off, but at the urging of Richard and the kids, she accompanied him to the dance floor. I watched as she glided into his arms and begin to follow his lead. Richard was a surprisingly graceful dancer. Patty seemed impressed with his skill and soon they were talking and laughing as they floated across the floor. One dance turned into two and then three, before they returned to the table.
After ordering desert, Richard asked June to dance. She immediately took his arm and joined several other couples on the dance floor. “You really smell good, she said as she moved comfortably into his arms and begin to sway to the beat of the music. Richard smiled. He was glad he remembered to put on some more of the special cologne after his shower.
After dancing a couple of minutes Richard said to her, “Tell me something.”
“Ok shoot,” June smilled, ‘what do you want to know?”
“Do your folks know that you are sexually active?,” he asked.
June’s eyes opened wide in surprise, “No, they don’t,” she gasped. Then trying to cover up her tacit admission, she asked, “Why would you think that I was, ah..uh..active in that way?”
“I can’t explain how, but I can sense it after I’ve been around someone for a little while. I don’t know really, but it is like the girlishness is missing and something seems to shout, I’m a woman and proud of it. Your total demeanor says that you know the glory of being a woman. You are not a little girl anymore are you?” (He failed to also tell her he had looked in her purse when he visited Monday afternoon and found the birth control pills he suspected she was taking.)
She searched his eyes, trying to figure if he was conning her or not, then a smile played at the corners of her mouth. Finally she said, I just hope my Dad doesn’t have your senses.”
“I take it that he doesn’t know. What about your Mom?,” he pressed.
“I don’t know. I really don’t think so. A couple of times I thougth she might, but she has never mentioned it and I think if she knew, she would have plenty to say. If Dad even thought something was going on, he would go ballistic,”June told him honestly, sounding almost glad have find someone to whom she share this part of her life..
“I can understand where Jim is coming from,” Richard told her. He laughed like he was enjoying a private joke and then said: “If you were my daughter, I might shoot anyone who came around looking like they wanted to get into your panties. But if Roy was my son, I would be trying to teach him how to get in every girl’s pants in school and half the teacher’s too. Is that a double standard or what,” he asked.
It was June’s turn to laugh. “I think that qualifies as a double standard. So you think it is fine for the boys to have all the fun, but it’s off limits to the girls huh.” she joked.
“No, not off limits to all the girls, just my daughters,” he grinned back at her.
As they continued dancing, June had a wicked idea. She moved closer to him until their bodies rubbed together. She pushed her pelvis hard against him and looked up at him with a smile that promised a feast of carnal delight. He arched an eye brow as their eyes met . “I know I am an old man to you, but I want you to know my gun is fully loaded and it knows how to shoot the light out. You better back off if you don’t mean it, or you may end up being used for target practice,” he said in a light hearted tone.
They were on the far side of the dance floor from their table. Looking him in the eye, she slipped her hand between them to gave his hardening dick and a hard squeeze. “I take it you mean it,” he said. “When do you plan to deliever?”
“You are spending the night. Do youI know a better time?” When he did not reply, she said, “My room is next to the one you will be sleeping in and Mom and Dad are on the other end of the house. I plan to be there all night with the door open,'”she winked. Then in pure devilment she broke away from him and guided him back to their table, knowing full well his tented trousers could be seen by anyone who bothered to notice.
After desert, Richard handed envelopes to Roy and June. Inside was a gift certificate to the major electronics store in their town. June squealed as she looked at the amount. Roy’s face broke into a big grin, as he said “Gosh, Mr. Holt, thanks a lot.”
Richard was obviously pleased. “You can call me Uncle Richy. I was so close to your Dad as we grew up that you seem like mine. I hope you will get something to remember me by.” Then turning to Pat, he said, “Lets get some more dancing in before we leave.” This time there was no protest. Pat’s face broke into a delighted smile, as she took his arm.
They had hardly began dancing when that dance ended and the lights dimmed. Richard was disappointed. “Was that the last dance,” he asked.
Pat smiled and said, “Oh no! We are getting ready to do what Jim calls “the adultry dance,” and gave Richard a sly wink. “The romantic music starts now and everyone trys to grab someone else’s spouse,” she said. As the slow dance music began she moved her body closer to his and lay her head on his sholder. “I just love your colonge,” she cooed as their bodies merged together to the soft music.
“Wow,” Richard thought. “I think she is out to seduce me.” He grinned . “Mark up another one for the pheromones,” he noted as he felt a stirring in his groin.
Pat moved her head slightly and begin kissing and rubbing her tongue over his closely shaved neck. Her lips would alternate between gently sucking and kissing as they enjoyed the sensual friction of their bodies moving together. He moved his hand lower until it rested on her beautifully shaped buttock. He gently push her closer and she responded by grinding her pubic area into his body and sucked harder on his neck. “Don’t go and give me a hickey now. It might be difficult to explain how Uncle Richy got a hickey while dancing with Mommy,” he cauctioned.
“Oh, I didn’t even realize what I was doing,” she whispered, as her lips pulled away. “That could cause some problems,” she agreed, and as if to compensate for ending the kisses, she pressed all her body against him in a full body hug.
He looked into the eyes of his beautiful temptress and in a voice choking with desire, he said: “You are a gorgeous woman. You have the face of a beauty queen and the body of a movie star. Jim has gained about 50 or 60 pounds since I last saw him, but you are really trim and sexy. He is one lucky guy.”
“You are such a sweetheart,” she replied, pulling his head down to for a epassionat kiss. As her tongue move inside him his dick came to full attention. Breaking the kiss, she whispered, “Ough oh, I think somebody just woke up.”
Richard jerked his head toward the table to see what she meant. She laughed at his confusion. “I don’t mean over yonder. I mean down there,” she snickered.
“Oh, that,” he grunted. He was at a loss for words. He couldn’t believe she was being so bold. “This gal is one hot momma,” he thought to himself. ” I won’t need Jim’s help to get in her pants, but I may need it to get out. He knew it was his for the taking, and he did plan to take.
For the second time that night, Richard left the dance floor with a raging hard on. He decided on a rather bold move himself. Walking slightly behind Pat to shield the obvious tent, he seated her and as he turned to take his own seat, he brushed his hard dick against June’s arm. Her reaction was all he hoped for as she jumped in surprise. Ignoring her he took his seat on her other side pretending not to notice the puzzled grin on her face. No sooner had he taken his seat than he felt June’s hand grab and squeeze his enlarged cock. “Damn, I can’t believe how agressive these two are.” “Like mother, like daughter,” he thought to himself
As they drove back home, Richard remarked how tired he was. “I didn’t get but about three hours of sleep last night, and I am beat. I knew I could never make it home. That’s why I was going to get a motel room for the night.” Soon after they pulled out of the parking lot, he laid his head on his door window and feigned sleep. One thing for sure, he knew he couldn’t have momma and daughter both meeting in his room. He had promised June. Momma would have to wait till next Friday night
At the house, Richard announced he would see everyone in the morning and headed for his borrowed bedroom, promptly turned off the light and snuggled under the covers. His cell phone alarm set for two hours later, lay beside him.
The vibration awaken Richard immediately, and he disarmed the phone before it made any noise. He heard only silence. Slipping to the master bedroom door he heard the deep breathing of Jim and Pat, then walked back toward June’s bedroom. Dropping his shorts, he closed her door, lifted the covers and joined her. She did not awaken. He studied her angelic facial features in the faint moonlight shining through the window. Lifting the covers he was not surprised to find her clad in a short, skimpy gown and no panties. He lifted the thin material to gaze on the lovliness of her ample breasts. His eyes traced down her narrow waist on to the flare of her curvaceous hips and to her strong slender legs. She was a beautiful young lady. She didn’t measure up to her mother yet, but she had a good start on it. He would love to see her like this in another five or six years and compare her to her mother’s voluptuous figure. That would probably never happen, but that was alright. She was certainly a lucious piece of fuckmeat for tonight and he was ready. Naughty Willie had been in Joan’s little sanctuary and deep inside Jim’s asshole, but had never be allowed to shoot his load. The waiting would soon be over.
He took one of her breasts in his hand and squeezed it gently. She stirred but did not awaken. His mouth covered the nipple of her other titty and he begin suck and massage it with his tongue. She moaned and began to breathe more rapidly as her body responded to his manipulations. Suddenly she awakened with a start and barely stiffled a cry. “Ohhhhh, you are here. I had given up on you,” she whispered softly.
He moved to take the other nipple in his mouth and that hand moved down to her pubes. She shivered in delight. In a few minutes her breathing was ragged and her hips were bucking against his hand as liquid fire moved out from her belly to consume her body. He knew she was on the verge of a shattering climax. Suddenly he pulled away. “I’ve got to move,” he told her. “My arm is killing me!”
He flexed his arm several times and laid back to catch his breath as the near orgasim receeded, leaving her unfulfilled and disappointed. He pulled her to him and begin kissing her on the lips. Their tongues dueled each other. She liked kissing him but her body demanded more than kisses. He pulled back until their lips were barely touching and asked her, “Has anyone ever sucked your pussy?” She quivered at the thought of it.
“No boy has ever sucked it,” she answered.
Her answer surprized him. “But it has been sucked?,” he questioned.
Without any emabarrasment she said, “Sometime when we girls get together we go down on each other and imagine what it would be like with a boy. We are not gay or anything but we do like to experiement.”
“Have you ever sucked a guy’s dick before,” he probed.
She laughed as she fought to keep herself under control. “Of course, I have. After Monica and President Clinton, we all know the guys expect it whenever we date.” Teasingly, she asked him, “Didn’t the girls do that for you when you were in school?”
“Not hardly,” he asnwered her, “But if you are so good I would be glad to let you show me how it’s done,” he challenged her.
Her disappointment of being left hanging a few moments before, vanished from her face. She looked at him with a titilating smile. “You want me to show you what you missed?”
“I’m up to it if you are,” he told her.
“Ok old man, if you think you can handle it,” she teased as she moved her head between his legs. She grasped his hardened dick and examined it in the dim moonlight. “You are pretty big,” she said and then took the head in her mouth.
He quickly realized she knew her business. She had all the skills of her old man, blended with the softness of her femininity. She knew all the sensitive spots and found them with her knowing tongue. She licked his sac and gently sucked his balls into her mouth. She licked the shaft, sucked and bobbed up and down over it. Soon he was at the verge of a major climax. “No!, he told her. Not yet. Stop.” He tried to free himself from her mouth, but suddenly she did something no one else had ever done. She swallowed his whole organ in her throat and milked him dry. He couldn’t remember ever having a climax to equal that moment. It seemed like massive loads of his sex gravy shot from his balls down through her throat and into her belly. His whole body tingled. He felt the goosebumps in his scalp, down his back and under his balls to the opening of his anus. He surrendered to the sensations that seemed to thrill every nerve in his body. Then he lay there totally spent, as his balls tried to find more seman to expell into her mouth.
As his penis shriveled and sought to hide in his thick pubic hair, June, released him and moved up to his mouth. There she expell his sperm and her slobbers into his open mouth. When she had drained her mouth into his, she raised up and reprimand him: “It is not nice to leave a girl hanging!”
When he was able to talk again, he told her in a shaky voice, “I’ve never had a blow job like that one. I never imagined a mouth could do all that. You are sensational.”
“The boys say I am one of the top three in the school,” she said with pride. “So. did it meet the old man’s approval?”
“Did it ever,” he said with a sigh. “I wonder if I could pass as a high school boy again? I am surely tempted to try. I wanted you to stop so we could get off together, though.”
“Then I guess you are going to have to stay a bit longer aren’t you?”
“Oh baby, after that episode, it may take me a week to get it back up again.”
It did take longer than normal and they filled that time by talking about many things. She was an excellent conversationalist and surprisingly knowlegable about many things for a 17 year old teenage. Finally she raised up on her arm and looked him directly in the eye and smiled a coquettish smile. “So Momma got you hot and bothered tonight, did she? Do you have plans to bang her too?, she asked.
He was not sure how to answer, so he deferred the question to her, “I don’t know. What do you think about it?”
She paused a moment apparently deed in thougt, “I really don’t think you could. I think there is only one lock to that box and it belongs to Daddy. But she deserves a little excitment that I don’t think she is getting. I love Dad and when some of my friends were going through divorce and being split up with their parents, I knew if something ever happened, I would want to go with Dad. But sometimes I think he is probably a better Daddy than he is a lover. So, I guess, I would be glad if you could, but I don’t think you or anybody else has much of a chance.”
“Well,” he said with a grin, “I used to know how to pick a lock. I might give it a try.”
She smiled back, and said,”Good luck!” The thought of her mother in the arms of another man beside her father apparently excited her as her breathing deepened noticeably. He also felt a familiar stirring in his groin.
He turned his attention to her body again, after their time of intermission. They kissed unhurridly, before his fingers begin toyingwith her breasts. Her passion quickly built again, having been denied her earlier release. Finally he kissed down her nipples and her full breasts, down to her belly button that he washed out with his tongue and finally to her furry mound. “Are you ready for a man to eat that thing now?,” he asked.
“Oh yes,” she squealed softly and parted her legs. “Eat my box lunch. Make me cream like never before,” she begged.
He took his time. He kissed up her thigh till the hair pricked his nose, then moved to the other thigh and kissed down to her knee. He teased, but avoided the lips of her pussy. He even sucked and tongued her anal opening. She quivered in anticipation and sexual excitment. Finally he parted her pussy lips and ran his tongue the lenght of her hot wet gash. His tongue stabbed into the opening and she jerked and begin to shiver. He thrust deeper and deeper inside as his finger moved to her back door and gently pushed against the tight hole. She was moaning now, trying to be quiet enough so that she would not awaken anyone.
Her juices mingled with his spit as he probed and then sucked her cuntal flesh. Then he moved higher to find her clitoris that stood like a sentinel, guarding her entrance. He licked it and her whole body jerked. He did it again and again, evoking the same response. Then he sucked it completely into his mouth and attacked it with the roughness of his tongue. She gasped loudly and then stuck her fist in her mouth to muffle the sounds that emitted from deep inside her. One spasm after another shook her body. Pleasure was ravaging her entire body as she built to her first orgasim under a man’s tongue. Suddenly it erupted like a volcano as her hot juices expelled from her. One orgasim gave way to another until their seemed to be no beginning and no end, just one total orgsim that kidnapped her body, mind and spirit in a prison of pleasure. The bed shook as her hips bucked up and down as if they had a mind of their own.
Finally, he pulled away. She grasped for him, unwilling to give up this source of erotic excitement, He mounted her and his hard penis knocked on her door. Then he was in.
Another thrust and he was deeper than anything she had ever known before. Once more and he was all the way in. He pushed her hand away and covered her mouth with his own, stiffling the screams that wanted to explode from her throat. He rode her hard, no longer caring if Jim or Pat walked in. Then he was there. He jerked and the hot cum flew from him deep into her pussy. She moaned and soon was meeting his orgasim with another of her own.
Richard was too drained from his previous milking to make her a worthy offering and soon he lay spent on top of her body. She wished for stranger to come in where he left off and carry her back to the heights she was enjoying. She did not want it to ever end. She had been fucked hard and it felt good. She clung to his body with all her strength until finally the jolts of pleasure began to slowly subside. Then without a word to him, she seemed to drift into a deep darkness and lay limp under him.
After a moment, he got up, picked up his sleeping shorts and headed to his bed. His back felt raw where her fingernails had clawed his back, but at the moment he did not even care. Never had he been so totally drained and fulfilled sexually. Three minutes after his head hit the pillow, he was in a deep sleep.

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Peter Pan’s Sexual Adventures – Part 1

This is part one of a several part series involving the fictional character Peter Pan. These obviously contain underage sexual acts, so if this offends you, please do not read this series. In this series, Peter is 15 years old, and is beginning to discover himself as a unaging boy, who is forever becoming a man.
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Neverland has always been the home to many different types of humans and creatures from pirates to indians and mermaids to fairies. This mystical island holds many different secrets that can only bewilder those who have never experienced them first-hand. However, out of all of the riddles this island beholds, one is more majestic then them all: the fact that anyone who is on this island will never grow older. Which leads us to the beginning of our story.
Deep within the forests of Neverland, there is a group of boys who are called the Lost Boys. The Lost Boys live in their fort that is built into a large tree, and the location is secret to all except the fairies and the boys themselves. The most magnificent of these boys is their leader, Peter Pan. Peter, if you asked him, would tell you that he was more special then any other boy in the universe. And he would be partially correct.
Peter is a 15 year old boy, who like everyone else, will not grow up. Even though he has the ability to leave Neverland, he chooses to live as a boy forever. He spends his time on the island fighting pirates, swimming with mermaids, and flying amongst the fairies. Peter absolutely loves his life. But he is soon going to learn to love his life even more.
Late one night, Peter couldn’t sleep so he decided to fly around the island for a little while. While he was flying around the bay, he heard the mermaids giggling and splashing in the water and flew down to see what game they were playing. As he got closer to the water, he noticed that the three mermaids that were splashing around had all taken their tops off. Now Peter wasn’t completely oblivious to the differences between boys and girls, however he never learned the purpose for these differences.
Knowing he shouldn’t be watching the mermaids like this, he flew down behind one of the large rocks that was just off the shore. Slowly Peter poked his head around the rock, and became amazed at the sight he was seeing. For the first time in his life, he got to see bare breasts. Better yet, he was seeing three pairs of them. Taking in the moment, Peter just hovered behind this rock, and stared.
The three mermaids at first were just splashing around, swimming around each other, and jumping out of the water, all the while laughing. The one mermaid Peter was watching most intently was the mermaid who kept jumping up on the rock underneath the waterfall and sitting underneath the falling water. She was thin, as they all were, and had whitish-blonde hair. Her tail was grayish-blue, and it sparkled in the moonlight. But the real reason Peter was so intent on watching this mermaid, was that she had the largest breasts of the three. They were much bigger then what he would be able to hold in his hands, but held firm against her body. He didn’t know why, but he had a strong desire to go and hold them in his hands.
As he was staring at this blonde mermaid, Peter almost forgot that there were two equally beautiful mermaids swimming in the water still. As he looked back down at the two in the water, he saw that they were doing something he had never seen done before. The two mermaids were holding each other in the water, and putting their lips together. Immediately Peter felt a stir in the lower part of his tunic. This isn’t the first time this has happened, but he still did not know what to do with it. He just knew that when his penis grew to its longest length, it was longer then the distance between his wrist and the tip of his middle finger, and he could barely fit his whole hand around it. He knew his was bigger then most others because him and the other Lost Boys had compared each others.
The two mermaids, which Peter was fixated on, started holding each other tighter and tighter, and even started sticking their tongues into each other’s mouths. The one mermaid had slightly pale skin with bright red hair, while the other had a darker shade of skin with pitch black hair. Both of their breasts, which were currently smashed together at the nipples, were about the same size; smaller then the blonde’s but still good sized. After a few minutes of them devouring each other’s mouths, the black haired mermaid took one of the red haired mermaids breasts into her mouth and began sucking on it, while massaging the other one. The red haired mermaid then began to moan and scream. Peter became worried and was about to go see if she was okay, but before he did the red haired mermaid groaned, “Keep going!”
Realizing she was fine, Peter continued to watch from behind the rock he was hovering by. He still had an almost uncontrolable urge to fly over and get in between the two of them, and try it on his own, but he resisted and continued to think about the warm feeling he was having. After a little while longer of this, the blonde mermaid jumped from her rock and swam to join the other two. What Peter saw next really made a fuzzy feeling run through his entire body. All three of the mermaids stuck their tongues out and touched their tips together in the center. Seeing this made Peter uncontrollably, and unaudibly, moan, causing him to cover his own mouth. He didn’t know what came over him.
Then he watched as the three mermaids began to start putting their lips and tongues together again, while the third would lick and suck on the nipples of both mermaids. The three kept switching roles until finally, both the black and red haired mermaids each took one of the blonde’s breasts into their mouths. Jealousy quickly swept over Peter, but he just watched in awe. The blonde mermaid just dropped her head back and let out audible moans and gasps, with the occasional scream. Peter didn’t know how long this would last; all he knew was that he never wanted it to end.
Just when he was getting more comfortable with his spying, he heard the blonde mermaid say something.
“Hey girls, I think we have a visitor.”
‘Oh know,’ Peter thought, he was caught. He quickly fully concealed himself behind the rock, not knowing if he should fly away, or face the mermaids. However, as fast as the fear had swept over him, it vanished when he heard another boy’s voice come from the edge of the forest.
“Good evening girls,” the boy said. “I hope you don’t mind but I brought a couple of friends with me tonight.”
As Peter remained concealed, he heard the mermaids giggle without a response, then start to swim somewhere. Slowly Peter looked out from behind the rock and saw four indian boys walking towards the rock that was underneath the waterfall. Before they reached the water, all four of them removed their clothes, then swam out and climbed onto the rock. Once they were all on the rock, they say with their legs out, and leaning slightly back being held up by their arms acting as stilts. The first thing Peter noticed was that all four of the boy’s penis’s were hard, just like his. This made him feel a little bit more comfortable, knowing what he was feeling was normal. He even felt a little cocky noticing that his was bigger then all of theirs.
The three mermaids then swam up to the rock and partially climbed onto the rock with the boys. What happened next made Peter once again have a shiver through his whole body. Each of the mermaids took one of the boys’ penises into her mouth, and started sucking on them just like they did with each other’s breasts. The blonde mermaid then reached up and grabbed the fourth boy’s penis in her hand while she sucked on the other boy. She started moving her hand up and down on the boy’s penis, and the boy moaned in approval. In fact, all the boys were in approval. And this gave Peter an idea. He thought to himself, if she can use her hand on his penis, why can’t Peter use his own hand?
Not waiting to watch the conclusion of the event unfolding, Peter quickly flew to a secluded opening in the forest. This opening was well known to Peter as he often would come to this very location to just get away for awhile. He even had a hammock set up between two trees. Once he landed on the ground, he wasted no time getting undressed. He quickly removed his tunic and his sword, then jumpled and flew over and landed himself into the hammock naked.
Even though he had quickly gotten undressed and into the hammock, now that he was there, he felt awkward grabbing himself down there. Finally when he worked himself up to grab his member, he extremely embarrassed for himself. However, all that embarassment went away when he started moving his hand up and down on his penis, and he learned how great it felt. He had a slight, but growing, tingly feeling working its way throughout his body. As this feeling got stronger, he started to stroke faster, and it started to get so pleasurable that Peter had to close his eyes. After going for a short time, he abruptly stopped and open his eyes again. He had another idea.
If the mermaid could use her mouth on the other boy’s penis, why couldn’t he do the same for himself? Without hesitation, Peter tried bending down to suck his penis. However, the hammock restricted him, not allowing himself to bend the whole way down. He thought to himself how this was an easy fix, and then flew up and hovered about ten feet off of the ground. Then he tried it again while in the air.
This time he succeeded. Peter was able to wrap his mouth around his own member. He admitted to himself that this was not the most comfortable position in the world, but the feeling of him sucking and lick his penis made him quickly forget about the awkward position. He then started to do everything he could to make this moment he was in better. The feeling he had before was even stronger, so in turn Peter sucked harder, and even started using his hand on the base of his dick where his mouth couldn’t reach. But he then abruptly stopped again. Except this time he did it because he had the sudden urge to pee.
Not wanting to pee in his mouth, he lifted his head. Unknown to him, while he was sucking himself he floated higher in the air and was now about sixty feet off the ground. Not caring about his height, he continued to use his and to stroke his member hard and fast as the urge to pee became stronger and stronger. Then the feeling overtook him. Something from deep down inside of him had just erupted from the tip of his dick, as a wave of euphoria spread through every inch of his body causing him to violently shudder. He didn’t know what was happening, but he did know that never in his life had he felt something so amazing and pleasurable. This feeling lasted several more seconds as this eruption continued to spew white warm liquid over his hand and chest and some even onto his member. Finally, when the pleasure ended, he made his way back to the ground.
After landing, he was going to go and put his tunic back on, but as he did, he realized he had this messy liquid all over his body still. He decided he would clean himself off before rerobing. He quickly took off flying through the trees to an area of water away from the mermaids. He landed on the soft sandy shore, and then slowly walked into the chilly water. He got about knee deep, when he realized that the moon was bright and was showing every bit of his naked glory to the world. This made him smirk, as he was always proud of how he looked. He loved to be naked, and would often do things naked, as long as he was the only one around.
Peter then reached down and cupped some water in his hand to clean this messy stuff off his body. He started with his chest and wrists, before making his way to his new favorite body part. He spent a quality amount of time cleaning his dick. In fact, the quality time spent caused him to become just as hard as he was before. Knowing that becoming hard again would allow him to have another session with himself, he smiled and was ready to quickly fly back to his hammock and do it all again.
As he made his way to the shore, standing at full attention, he heard someone to his left gasp.
“Why are you naked Peter?”
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I hope you enjoyed the story. This was my first story and am looking for any criticism. Also, I would like to know who you think the person at the end should be. Your choices are: Tiger Lily, the blonde mermaid, Tinkerbell, or one of the Lost Boy’s.

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