thedeep
05-20-2005, 04:31 PM
Young School Girl
by Tinman (tinmanjc9@hotmail.com)
Young Becca, on a camping trip, wanders into the woods
and finds sex, romance and more sex with two gorgeous
young studs. MMF-teens, voy, orgy)
***
Becca in the woods...
Becca, at 14, was a young beauty: Long blonde hair that
shone like burnished gold, 5'5" tall and although she
was still very much a nubile young thing she was
perfectly shaped for her age and size. Her cute little
nose was set off by big, clear light blue eyes and a
small, well-formed mouth with lips that look chiseled
from smooth marble.
Her hips were narrow, but with that girlish bell-bottom
shape. Her breasts were small. She was self-conscious
about their size, but most guys thought they were
perfect - unless they were crazy for big ones. "Perky,"
her girl friends called her. Her little butt was high,
small, tight and hard from eight years of gymnastics.
She breathed deeply of the fresh forest air, then
walked away from her cabin and down the wooded path
alone. She was glad to get away for a while; she was
tired of being under the watchful eye of the nuns from
St. Aloysius, the Catholic school she attended.
She was with a small group of girls who were on a week-
long retreat at this woodsy camp with a half dozen
nuns. She had just finished her last meeting of the day
- and of the retreat and now she just wanted to be
alone for a while here in the cool evening air.
As she wandered happily through the darkening forest,
enjoying her temporary freedom, she heard laughter
somewhere in the distance. She walked on for a while,
getting closer and closer to source the source of the
happy sounds. It became obvious it was a "woodsie," an
open-air party. She could see a clearing with several
tents around a nice campfire. Scattered around the site
were a number of what appeared to be older teens,
seniors probably, she thought to herself.
Most of the guys were in cut-offs or swim trunks - one
was even in his boxer shorts. Some of the girls also
wore cut-offs, but most wore bikinis with towels draped
around their shoulders. They sat mostly in pairs, on
rocks and logs, some of them "making out," necking and
hugging. Others, she could see, were sitting inside the
tents and some were farther out among the trees. Becca
had the distinct impression that there was more than
just making out going on in the tents, but she didn't
have a clear view and couldn't be sure.
'Round the campfire...
She watched the scene wistfully, wishing she could join
in the fun with them. But she knew they were older and
besides, she was shy with strangers and they might not
like her. There really was no reason for her shyness;
she was a vibrant, beautiful young girl, but she had
the natural lack of self-confidence most young teenaged
girls share.
So, she remained hidden among the bushes and trees,
watching and wishing. She could see that some were
drinking, and she could smell the odor of pot (she knew
that one, alright); one or two of the girls, she
observed, were acting a little tipsy, but not crazy.
The guy in the boxer shorts was up dancing around the
fire to the girls' giggles. No doubt he was loaded, and
Becca watched him for a minute before she noticed a
bulge in his shorts flopping from side to side - left
to right -- as he danced. She started giggling,
herself, like the other girls, wondering when that
thing was going to flop out into plain view.
The sight and thought excited Becca. Oh, she had seen a
couple of guys' penises before, but only briefly
through a window as she and a couple of her girlfriends
had window-peeked through the bathroom window at a
guys-only beer bash one night.
Becca's vision...
Trying to find a better view, Becca crept around the
clearing through the trees, pausing behind a large
evergreen to watch the dancing guy. Then, from the
other side of the evergreen, she heard low voices - a
male and female. She crouched down and peeked through
the needles to see a young couple lying on a blanket,
making out.
The guy wore only a pair of short cut-off denims and no
shirt. The girl wore a short, pleated, and green plaid
skirt, with a white blouse that buttoned up the front.
Several of her buttons were already undone, Becca
noticed, her blouse falling away from her breasts. Her
skirt was pushed up far enough that Becca could see she
wore red panties, little more than a thong really, she
thought.
Becca squatted down further so they wouldn't see her
and at first thought she should get the Hell out of
there before she got caught. But she just couldn't take
her eyes off them. Finding another hole in the
evergreen needles, she decided to risk it a little
longer and see what was going to happen. Dirty, lusty
thoughts were coming to life in Becca's young,
inexperienced mind about where all this petting would
lead.
Becca, herself, was still a virgin; heck, she'd hardly
even dated, although she'd been pleasuring herself for
a couple of years. Attending a Catholic girls' school,
she had heard all about sex and guys from her
friends... some of whom had gone all the way already.
So, she was eager to see this. She decided to take the
risk and stay and learn.
The young couple had rolled over on their blanket, and
it put them in a better position for Becca to see. This
was much better, she thought. "Woah!" she thought, as
she watched with widening eyes as the guy slid his
large hands up and down the girl's leg, lifting her
skirt up to show off her tiny red panties. The boy's
hand slid in and out of her panties, moving up and down
her belly to her mound. The girl was cooperating, too,
squirming and moaning as he continued kissing and
stroking her, more and more feverishly.
Becca gets moist...
When Becca saw his hand go further down inside her
panties and cup the girl's mound, she had to put a hand
on her mouth to stifle her little gasps, afraid they'd
hear her.
"God," Becca thought, realizing how turned on she was
by this all. She knew she was all creamy down there,
and now she could feel her panties getting really damp.
Her hand had been on her mouth, and she realized she
had been kissing her own palm. She slid her hand down
her neck, down over her breast and squeezed her nipple.
Then she dropped her hand lower to her inner thigh,
where she rubbed her tender flesh there.
She noticed then that there was a rich and different
odor combining with the forest smells that tickled her
nostrils. It was a familiar musky, scent -- hot, wet
and exciting. She recognized it as the same scent she
produced when she masturbated in her little bed at
night. Sex! The smell of sex!
"Was she producing that strong a scent?" But then a
breeze wafted toward her from the direction of the
couple in front of her, bringing more of the
tantalizing odor and she decided it must be a
combination of hers with that of the young couple. For
the first time, she realized how much the sense of
smell contributed to sexual excitement. She didn't yet
realize that all through the rest of her life the
smells of a pine forest combined with sex would be a
terrific turn on for her.
A hard cock comes into view...
As Becca watched them, the boy used a free hand to
unsnap his cut-offs, then he slid them down on his
thighs and with his legs and feet he fought them off
his legs until he was naked. "God," thought Becca, "he
didn't have any shorts on!" She was thrilled at how
good this was getting.
Then she saw his prick clearly, hard and looking shiny,
like it was wet. It made Becca shiver and reach down to
touch herself through her panties. She was surprised at
how big it seemed to her. She wasn't sure, but she
thought it must be a least eight inches long and very
thick. The sight of it was enough to make her cream
again into her panties, already soaked.
As soon as his prick was free, the girl had reached
down to take it in her hand She began squeezing it and
stroking it up and down. Becca noticed that there was a
loose layer of skin on his prick, and that it seemed to
move inside that skin. The guy seemed really excited by
what she was doing, moaning, and kissing the girl's
neck and shoulders. He began pushing his hips toward
the girl, pushing his prick through her hand so that
the head punched into her soft belly.
This was getting really intimate. Becca thought she
should look away but she just couldn't! She wanted -
needed - to see more, see better. The longer she
watched, the more she really wanted to stay. She was
convinced now that they would soon be "doing it" and
she just had to see it!
As that thought took over her mind, she suddenly was
aware that her face was very hot and she was breathing
in short, quick breaths. She slipped her hand up under
her skirt and resumed stroking her little cunny through
her silken panties. She was astonished at how wet they
were down, but she noticed that the moisture really
made it feel wonderful.
Becca watches a woodsie...
Her eyes still glued to the couple, she watched the
handsome boy slide the girl's panties off her bottom,
then down her legs. He raised them to his nose and
inhaled their scent before tossing them beside the
bush. The girl beside him seemed fascinated by that,
moaning, "Oh, Tommy, that's sooooo dirty..."
Then he moved between her legs, still kissing her lips,
her neck, her nipples. She was squirming under him like
crazy, rubbing her body against his hard young stomach
and loins. She arched and pushed upward toward him for
a moment, then relaxed back down and raised her legs
and wrapped them over Tommy's narrow, muscular hips.
She crossed her ankles behind his back and pulled him
into her crotch so that their loins were pressed
tightly together.
Becca was sure he had just pushed his big thing right
into her cunny when she heard them both groan loudly.
Becca could hardly breathe. Her little hand was working
in and out of her naked pussy, now, having pulled the
thin panty material aside so nothing separated her
fingers from her wet, swollen pussy flesh.
She was literally dripping her juices onto her hand and
the ground. Becca crooned softly to herself with
pleasure. She wanted to scream out, but she knew she
had to stay quiet or she would spoil everything.
But the teenagers now fucking in front of her were too
far gone to notice even if Becca screamed at the top of
her lungs, let alone hear her little muffled noises.
They fucked fast at first, as the intense sensations of
first penetration hit them - that wonderful feeling as
his throbbing hard young-man pricks slid all the way up
into the young girl's tightness. Then, regaining
control, he slowed their pace and began to fuck her
with a steady rhythm. She was moaning and sighing as he
fucked her and kissed her squeezed her butt with his
hands.
Our girl seeks satisfaction...
Becca was going crazy with sexual excitement. Her eyes
wide open, she could now plainly see the boy's big
slick pole slide in and out of the girl again and
again, making squishy, liquid sounds and little sharp
noises as their bodies slapped together. As Becca knelt
there with her thighs spread apart, one small hand
played with her pussy and clitoris, the other squeezed
her teenage breasts and hard little nipples under her
sweater. She had pushed her drenched panties down onto
her thighs and the cool night air felt wonderfully
liberating on her hot naked flesh.
She was now thoroughly turned on, silently moaning like
the girl she was watching. She wanted to feel that
boy's hands all over her body, gripping her ass cheeks
like he now gripped the ass of the girl he was fucking
so powerfully and noisily.
"Fucking!" Becca whispered that magic, forbidden word,
"fucking," over and over, relishing the sound and
nastiness of it and the way it made her feel - mature,
sexy and yes, slutty! That thought turned Becca on even
more!!
Her breathing got shorter, heavier, as the two young
lovers fucked faster, he thrust his hard-on harder and
faster into her slushy little quim as he neared his
climax. Becca's hand kept pace with him, her fingers
plunging inside her and back out again, and again in
time with the boy's thrusts.
Suddenly the boy went quiet for an a few seconds. He
arched hard against the girl. Becca knew he was buried
to his big balls in her, and her fingers plunged deep
up inside her, moving around in small circles. "Oh, God
... God," she murmured, "it just feels sooooo goood."
She wanted to close her eyes and cum right then... but
she couldn't... she had to keep watching, afraid she'd
miss something.
The girl laying under the boy and wrapped tightly
around him gasped and moaned, not caring about anything
else, and the boy groaned and moaned loudly now, "Ohhh,
baby. God! Fuck! Your pussy feels so good. You're so
hot. So wet. Fu-uu-uc-ck, ba-by... ohhhh..." on and on
he went.
His words were hypnotic to Becca's impressionable young
mind, transporting her into a dream-like state of
excitement and pleasure. She easily imagined that it
was she who was being fucked by the naked, sweaty boy.
She could almost feel him inside her.
Her wide-open eyes were filling her memory banks with
images of the two half-naked teenagers joined in the
throes of intercourse, and the intense feelings in her
own body were reinforcing those memories - these were
images she would not forget as long as she lived. But
in those memories, she was the girl being penetrated
again and again by that hard, wet, staff of that cute,
cute, boy!
Becca sees her first cum...
Then, as the ravaged girl on the blanket threw her head
back, arched her body and squealed in orgasm Becca,
too, was overcome by an overwhelmingly wonderful
feeling that started deep inside her pussy. She gasped
and slid her fingers deeper into herself, pressing hard
with the base of her hand on her mound and came hard,
wetting herself and her panties.
The man and woman fucked hard and fast for a moment
more, then he pressed hard into her and groaned out,
"Ooohhhhhh... GOD! I'm cum... cumming... in your... P-
U-S-S-Y... Uhhhh! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" as his husky
teenager's prick squirted its cream deep inside the
clinging flesh of her young, sweet cunt.
Then she cums on her own hand...
Becca's little orgasmic moans were scarcely audible as
she came all over her hands. She just opened her mouth,
held her breath, and pushed against her hand and the
fingers up inside her as wave after wave of sweetness
washed over her, starting from deep inside and moved
outward in circles up her spine, down to her bottom and
her legs, overwhelming and exhausting her.
Becca fell into a heap on the ground, her hand still
inside herself, head resting on her arm, nearly
unconscious in the afterglow of the awesome orgasm that
she had just experienced. Then, slowly she opened her
eyes and peeked again at the sweaty, panting couple
laying exhausted on the blanket.
Every so often the girl would gasp softly, and Becca
wondered why. Then she noticed that every time the girl
gasped, the virile young hunk's buttocks were
contracting. She wasn't sure what was happening, but of
course, he was occasionally flexing his semi-hard prick
inside the girl's soft folds, something Becca would
learn about later.
Becca's hand softly stroked her little mound and the
slippery lips of her young slit. She, too, was
temporarily exhausted and she whimpered softly, still
feeling the heat of what had just happened. In a few
minutes the couple recovered, kissed and hugged, then
pulled on their clothes.
Arm in arm, they walked back to the fire together,
leaving Becca there hidden in the bushes. She pulled
her panties back up, straightened her hair a little,
sniffing her scent on her hand. Then tentatively, she
extended her cute little tongue and tasted herself on
her fingers. "Ummm, not bad," Becca muttered to
herself.
As she finished straightening her clothes, she gathered
her thoughts. "I've got to have a boy like that, inside
me, all strong and hot and hard - just like them."
There was now no doubt in her mind. Becca's life had
changed enormously this night.
A boy surprises Becca...
Then, as Becca stood and turned, she bumped right into
a tall, well built blonde boy standing behind her,
wearing cut-offs and a sleeveless sweat. Losing her
balance, she stumbled, almost fell, but he caught her
by the arms and steadied her. "What're you looking at
there, pretty girl?" he asked, flashing a wide,
handsome smile.
Becca's face flushed with guilt as thought, "Lord, how
long has he had been standing there?" But it didn't
seem as though he was aware that there was anything
unusual. "Probably," she thought, "he just things I've
been out here peeing." Still, she was so flustered that
all she could do was shake her head and mumble, "N-
Nothing! Nothing at all... I gotta be going." Looking
down, as she was, she couldn't help but notice that
there was a good sized lump at the boy's crotch, and
she could see the outline of his organ laying down the
leg of his cut-offs. "Wow," she thought! "I can't
believe this."
The boy let her go and she started to leave. The cool
air rushed over where his warm hands had touched her
skin and she shivered. Becca took a couple of slow
steps, then stopped. By now she was thinking to
herself, "Isn't this was I was just wishing for? Do I
really want to leave?" She could still feel the heat
and creaminess between her thighs, and her panties were
still very damp. Almost immediately she made up her
mind to stay, and turned back toward him, smiling up at
the tall lad.
For a minute or two, they just stood there gazing at
each other He thought she was really pretty, with her
disheveled hair and rumpled clothes, although she did
look a little young. In fact, he did think she had been
out here peeing, although he knew she wasn't part of
their group and wasn't sure where she came from. But
the thought of her peeing in the woods kind of made his
prick twitch in his cut-offs and he didn't really care
where she came from.
Becca wants Brad...
She considered the tall, tan boy with the bushy blonde
hair, carefully. She loved his mile-wide smile and the
lump in his cut-offs excited her. Had it just twitched?
She was having trouble keeping her eyes off it. Becca
decided then and there to take a chance with the boy.
After all, he looked like he was the perfect candidate
for her plan hungry and hopeful; and she definitely
was!
"Hey," he said in a low, confidential voice as he
leaned in toward her a little, "I'm Brad. Like you want
to get high, maybe? I've got some really good weed in
my tent just over there." Becca thought for only a few
seconds before accepting: "Hi, I'm Becca. Uhhh, yeah,
man, that'd be great, if its cool with your friends."
He chuckled, "Them? They're all high already, beer,
pot, wine, you name it. This is party night."
Brad offers a toke...
Now, pot was not new to Becca, she'd smoked it lots of
times at school and at home during the summer, since
she was 12. So it didn't scare her and she knew she
could handle it. Brad reached out to take her hand and
his touch was like fire on her skin, but she loved the
tingling sensation it sent through her.
"C'mon," he said and led her toward the fire. Becca
locked hands with him as they headed to the campfire.
She was glad for his offer of grass, because she knew
it would calm her nerves - something she needed,
considering what she was considering here.
Becca was still a little shy and quiet, still unsure of
herself among these older kids. But on the way to the
campfire, she found Brad easy to be with. They talked
about trivial things and she found out he was a college
boy and this was an annual party for a group of
friends.
Becca lied to him, telling him she was 18. She didn't
like lying, but she was afraid he wouldn't want to be
with an 14 year-old. She figured she could pass okay,
especially in the dark, and she knew she looked as good
as most of the other girls here.
When the got to the campfire, Brad introduced her to
the others, and someone offered beer or wine. She took
some white Zin wine in a big plastic cup; she didn't
care much for beer. As they stood around talking for a
few minutes with the others, she sipped her wine and
soon was laughing and taking part as if she'd known
these people all her life. She was having a good time.
"How cool!" she thought.
The boys were all good looking, slim and well built,
like athletes - she could see that several of them had
that prominent lump in their shorts or cut-offs and
again she had trouble keeping her eyes off their
crotches. But they made her laugh with their antics and
jokes. The girls where all friendly, pert and pretty,
and all wore skimpy swim suits or very short cutoffs
and tank tops. She had been right: a few of them were a
little tipsy.
She spots the lovers again...
Then she saw the two lovers from the bushes and she
looked down, blushing, afraid that somehow they would
know she had watched them fuck their brains out just
minutes ago while she fingered herself in time with
them.
After a while, she finished her wine. She remembered
the promise of pot and looked up at Brad. "That weed
would really taste good, now," she said. Brad smiled,
took her hand again and led her toward a large blue
tent. He unzipped the door and showed her inside,
patting her little fanny as she stepped in. "That felt
nice," she thought.
For the first time in her young life, Becca really
understood the word, "apprehensive," as she looked
forward to getting high then making out then ... . Brad
closed the tent's opening, and unzipped a top screen to
let cool air flow inside. He sat down on a blanket and
cleared her a place to sit beside him. He smiled up at
her, "Come, sit!" he said, patting the blankets, and
she plopped down beside him.
Brad offers Columbian Gold...
He leaned back on an elbow and faced her, "Hey, you
were a hit out there." he said. "They all liked you ...
especially those horny guys," he laughed. "Now, let's
get to that grass I promised you. You're gonna like
this stuff, it's great."
He leaned back further, reached under the blanket and
retrieved one of those intricately carved little wooden
stash boxes from India or Indonesia. He opened it and
took out one of several fat joints. He drew it under
his nose, inhaling the rich smell, then held it under
Becca's.
"Smells really good," Becca said, greedily. "Let's do
it!"
"It is good," Brad said. "It's Colombian Gold - you
should see the color. My brother scored a pound of it
in Iowa City last week."
He lit it and toked in deeply, raising his shoulders to
make more room in his lungs for the smoke. Then he
handed it to her, watching her from the corner of his
eyes to see if she knew what she was doing. The way she
pinched the joint carefully by the edge, held it just
up to her cute little lips, puckered and sucked in a
long slow-burn toke without coughing showed Brad that
she did. "Hot damn!" he thought, "this girl is okay!"
He let his first toke out with a big sigh, filling the
tent with blue smoke
Becca held her smoke down, looking Brad in the eyes
with a little smile as she repeatedly dodged her head
slightly as if keeping time to music in her head. Then,
after holding it for thirty seconds or so, she let out
enough blue smoke to fill the tent nearly as much as
Brad's toke had.
"Alll-freakin'-riiiiight!!" Brad said, then pulled
another big toke and passed it again. They repeated
this routine until there was only a short roach left
and the air in the tent was rich with the smell of
weed.
Any nervousness Becca had felt from being alone in the
tent with a strange guy soon disappeared as the weed
relaxed her mind and body. "Good body trip, this
stuff," she said, raising her knees and looping her
arms around them.
Brad & Becca mellow out...
"Yeah, I told you its really good shit," Brad said as
he reached back behind himself for the box again to
retrieve a roach clip. As he did, he casually braced
himself with a hand on Becca's thigh just above her
knee. As he sat back forward, he looked down between
her legs where he could see a large expanse of white
panty under her plaid skirt. "Ohhh, man!" he thought.
"Please, Lord, let me get some of that!"
"You are very pretty," he said, looking at her face
again, his voice a little deeper and hoarse now from
the grass. His hand on her thigh slid a little higher
as he leaned back to put the box back. She was pleased
by his flattering comment, and really liked the feel of
his hand on her - it was very hot on her thigh.
She smiled and blushed, managing to say "Um, Thanks."
She was definitely feeling her grass, and it felt
great. She replayed in her mind the scene of the boy
and girl on the blanket cumming, wondering if Brad
would make a move on her. Her cunny twitched a little
with the thought, and she felt herself cream a little.
Hands on thighs, lips on lips
As Brad raised back up, he scooted in closer to Becca,
and his hand gently squeezed the inside of her thigh.
No more "accidental touch." This was now definite, he
was moving on her, Becca realized. When she didn't
protest, he took one of her hands and kissed her
knuckles, "You're really great to get high with,
Becca..."
Before he finished his sentence he leaned in to her and
kissed her gently on the lips. Becca was surprised at
how warm and soft his lips were for a big strong guy,
and at the gentleness of his kiss. His hand on her
thigh moved a little higher, only a couple inches from
her panties. His other hand slid to her waist and
pulled her to him as he kissed her.
Becca melted under his relaxed attack, the warmth of
his hands on her flesh. The grass had mellowed her
attitude and she was having no trouble accepting all
this. Not only that, it had expanded her senses,
magnifying her sensations. It was all feeling so very
good. And she was getting really wet down there, again.
"So, this was what it feels like?" Becca thought as she
relaxed into his arms. "Ummmmm, just like the girl in
the woods, just like her. God! I'm about to get fucked,
too, I think."
Thought after thought flowed softly through Becca's
young mind like a slow moving stream moves over moss.
Brad was kissing her over and over, wonderful kisses,
each becoming a little more firm, and it felt marvelous
to Becca.
Then the tip of his tongue flicked over her lips and
penetrated between them ever so slightly, barely
darting inside her mouth to see how she would react. A
giant shiver went through Becca and she grabbed his
shoulders as if she were holding on for a roller
coaster ride.
She remembered playing kissing games when she was 12,
like spin the bottle, but this was so different. Her
own tongue met his and he knew it was okay. Then, he
pulled away and she felt like she'd lost something as
cool night air replaced his warmth. Was he going to
leave her? She didn't want him to stop. He didn't, but
what he had been doing was nothing compared to what he
did next.
Brad's hands are everywhere...
He pulled off his sleeveless sweat then took her back
into his arms. Now his lips found her neck, her
sensitive little 14 year-old girlish neck, and he
kissed her there: wet kisses, sucking in little bits of
her flesh then rasping his tongue around the sensitive
spot he had just made. And he nibbled her ear, the tip
of his tongue circling inside that erotic spot.
All this seemed to send deep thrills directly to her
young pussy and bottom, driving her nuts. And his
hands! As he kissed her, his manly hands were
everywhere on her little body, moving, stroking,
squeezing, pressing.. Becca became lost in the pleasure
he was giving her (and himself!) ... pleasure she had
never known or even suspected. Chills and hot flashes
alternated up and down her entire body, all seeming
connected to her baby cunt and, strangely, to her that
little unmentionable spot in her bottom.
Soon she realized that Brad's fingers were undoing the
buttons of her shirt and then he was kissing her
collarbone, her shoulder, and then, "Oh God!! He's
kissing my breasts! And my nipples!" It was almost too
much for her, almost.
She was surprised at how hard and erect her nipples
were on her little teenage breasts. She was even more
surprised at the strange "hunger" growing just below
her girlish belly; not a hunger for food, but for
something else, deep inside.
Sweet girl tummy...
Now Brad was kissing her girlish tummy, her flat soft
teenage belly. She felt a hand on her breast, and then
realized another hand was now between her legs,
stroking up and down the inside of her thighs,
sometimes coming up and rubbing her pussy through the
soggy material of her panties. This was what Becca had
wanted! And now she was getting it. This young god was
making love to her and making her feel more wonderful
than she had ever felt in her young life - like a
woman!
When Brad's warm, soft hand left her breast, she
whimpered softly, "No, don't stop." Then she felt
something new. She felt two hands on the insides of her
thighs, and they were gently prying her thighs apart.
She relaxed, 'cause it was okay with her.
And now lower, lower...
But then she felt an intense heat right at her crotch,
through her panties. She opened her eyes and raised up
slightly to look down. She saw Brad lying between her
legs, his beautiful face at her crotch, breathing onto
her swollen pussy. Then she saw his tongue reach out to
her pussy and felt it lick up and down her slit outside
her panties. "Ohhhhh, my God, Brad," she moaned. "Ohhh
yes! Baby, do that, pleeeasse do that some more. Ohhhh
FUCK!"
She felt, more than heard, his grass-hoarse voice moan
up tight against her clitoris, vibrating it. And she
felt his fingers pull the crotch of her panties aside,
then, "OOOHHH M'GOD!" she felt his tongue slide up and
down the raw lips of her slit, then plunge inside.
Becca started cumming immediately, arching into Brad's
face. She reached for his hair, filled her little hands
with it and pulled him into her cunt. "My cunt! Eat me
Brad! Brad! Ohh-ohh-ohh! Fuu-uck!!" Becca felt like she
was all vibrating CUNT, one big PUSSY as she came in
waves that flowed up her one after another for several
minutes, her body arched and tensed as if in a seizure,
no breathing... just waves of orgasm.
Brad held on, his tongue swirling around her little
clitoris, one finger deep in her pussy, circling inside
her, the other hand on her mound pressing in circles,
round and round, his face so tightly pressed into her
baby cunny he could scarcely breathe. He felt intense
pressure on the sides of his head from her powerful
young thighs tensed in orgasm... he fleetingly wondered
if she would crush his skull before it ended.
Brad: Did I do this to her...
Then, suddenly, Becca collapsed into an unconscious
bundle of sweaty young girl flesh. Brad kissed her
little pussy and belly a few more times, then grabbed
part of the blanket and dried the sweat and juices from
her. He pulled her up and encircled her into his arms
and just held her, rocking slightly. He was surprised
by the intensity of her passion, but he was really
proud that he had affected her so deeply.
Still cuddling Becca, he reached back with his free arm
and produced another joint from that ivory-inlaid box,
mouthed it, lit it, and drew deeply as he relaxed. He
was still hard as a rock, and his nuts were full to
overflowing, but he thought he'd be able to wait a
while to get off.
It wasn't long before Becca's eyes opened a little. She
sniffed the air, sensing the odor of the Gold weed
again. "Don't Bogart that joint, m'man," she said
sluggishly, smiling. Brad looked down at her, grinned
and said, "Welcome back to the world of the living,
sweet girl." He held the joint to her lips, and she
drew a big hit.
"Oh, man. Did all that really happen?" she asked when
she let out the smoke, looking up at him with her big
baby blue eyes. She answered her own question, "I guess
so, huh? Looks like your face is still damp from ...
well, from me," she said, laughing.
"Yeah," he chuckled, "I'm never going to wash again, I
swear!" They both laughed softly, and snuggled up
tighter. Then, Becca's hand slid down his hard-muscled
stomach and found his prick, now only about two-thirds
hard, but still formidable. "Looks to me like I'm going
to have to do something about this," she said,
squeezing his shaft and running her thumb over the tip.
"Golly," she said, "its still leaking all this sticky,"
and she rubbed it into his head, making him harder.
Then she brought her fingers to her mouth. "I wonder
what this tastes like?" she mused, slipping her little
tongue out to test it. "Ummmm. A little sweet... a
little salty... not bad."
Becca learns to suck a man...
Brad whispered into her ear hotly, "Would you like to
make me feel real good, like I did for you, baby?"
"Boy! How's a girl to answer that to a guy who just
took her for a tour of the planets?" thought Becca. She
knew what he was talking about. The older girls at
school had talked about how guys liked to be sucked and
licked. When she didn't answer him right away, he began
to stroke his hard-on, bringing it back up straight
again. Becca was perfectly willing to do what he
wanted, but she wasn't too sure how, exactly.
Becca looked down at his prick and was amazed at how
the sight of it excited her. Then she felt his large
hand on her chin, turning her head to look at his face.
He whispered sweetly, "No, it's okay. You don't have to
if you don't want to... but, maybe you could... just
touch it?"
"Oh, Brad," she said softly, "believe me, I want to."
Then she shifted her weight, getting on her knees
before him. He took her hand and guided it to his
erection, wrapping her little fingers around it. Her
heart beat faster as he moved his hips to slide himself
up and down through the wetness of her grasp. Becca
drew in her breath sharply as for the first time, she
played with and studied this hot column of man flesh -
this thing that was just made for fucking. She couldn't
take her eyes off it.
Brad loosened his grip on her hand, leaving her free to
explore. She ran her small fingers over the tip and
grabbed the shaft gently. Becca scooted up and used her
other hand, too, touching and gently caressing him. He
smiled down at her, touching her head lightly, he
whispered again, "I'd sure love for you to kiss it for
me." That sounded okay to her; in fact, it sounded real
good to her right now. She nodded, flashed him a brief
smile then lowered her head toward her first cock.
First, a light kiss, then...
She placed a warm kiss on the tip. As new as this was -
and a little frightening - she was determined to please
him. Besides, she wanted to experiment and was high
enough on this fine weed to just go ahead and do it!
She licked the head and around the wide rim, making him
shiver, vibrating his shaft in her small hand. She
licked it again, putting the tip in her mouth a little.
When she did, his hands pushed down on her head and he
pressed his cock upward, pushing it well inside her
little mouth and bringing a groan from deep in his
throat.
She made a small swallowing noise in the back of her
throat, and then he started moving his cock in and out
of her mouth slowly, going a little deeper each time.
She sucked gently at first, and then harder as he moved
his prick a little faster and deeper. Soon she found
the rhythm and began to suck him in deeper, then
turning her head as she moved up and down, then
experimenting with other movements to see what he
liked. He seemed to like all of it, she noticed. "Why
not," she thought, "I sure liked all of what he did for
me."
She found that she was getting better, taking his big
shaft far down her throat, and then suddenly she felt
the hair at the base of his prick pressing on the edges
of her mouth and on her nose. Surprised, she realized
she had taken him all the way into her mouth, now. The
thought that she now had his entire cock in her mouth
was so hot for her, that she moaned a deep, throaty
moan, vibrating his prick in her mouth. He really went
nuts with that, groaning, "Oh, God, Becca, careful! I
don't want to cum yet baby, easy now..."
She pulled back up breathing deeply, and for a few
strokes just sucked the head in and out of her mouth,
running her tongue around the head. Then, again, she
took him all the way, and again she moaned, and again
he arched and nearly shot his load into her mouth,
protesting, "Not yet, baby not yet ... careful!"
And those big, big balls...
She repeated this cycle a few more times, and he moaned
continuously, praising her mouth, her lips, her tongue
over and over. In return, she sucked steadily harder
and faster. She felt his hands on her shoulders, then
slipping under her to cup her breasts and pinch her
nipples. That felt great to Becca.
Then she began to focus on his big balls. They clung
snugly up against the base of his prick, one on each
side. As she sucked his shaft, she gently grasped first
one and then the other, rolling them in her hands.
She'd learned in sex-ed class how a guy's nuts were
really sensitive and easily hurt. But from Brad's moans
of pleasure, she knew she wasn't hurting him. She could
almost feel all the sperm filling his soft, hairy nuts.
She decided that she wanted to taste his sperm, his
cum. So, she started moaning and took him all the way
in again, pressing her mouth and nose into his crotch,
circling her little tongue around his shaft and balls.
He protested only for a moment, "Not yet, please, not
yet!"
But this time, she didn't stop. She moaned louder,
vibrating his shaft and nuts, swirling her tongue
around his shaft, one hand gently squeezing his balls.
Up and down his shaft she sucked, all the way to the
top, then back down, her tongue sliding along the
bottom side where she could feel a big thick vein.
Now, deep in Becca's mouth...
It was too much for Brad. His hands on her head, he
pushed his cock up into her mouth hard and groaned
between short breaths, "Oh, Becca... I'm... gonna...
cum... oh God! I'M CUMMING! NOW!" His muscles tensed
and he held her head down on him and exploded in the
back of her throat, gushing the thick creamy load from
his big balls into her throat.
Becca's eyes widened as she felt the salty sticky taste
and feel of his cum. She tried to swallow it all, but
she couldn't get it all down until she gathered some
saliva to moisten and thin it. Then she was okay, and
proceeded to suck him dry. She had thought for a minute
there that she might choke on his hot cum, but once she
learned how to do it, she relaxed, proud of herself.
After a few minutes, Brad sat up and pulled Becca up
across his lap, kissing her deeply and hungrily. He
massaged her little breasts, played with her belly,
roving his hand down between her wet thighs to stoke
her slit and probe softly inside her little pussy. He
was definitely ready to fuck now, and he was getting
Becca ready, although she didn't seem to need much
preparation. She'd been ready for more than an hour.
Still, she was a little frightened of him putting that
big cock into her little box. Oh, she wanted it there,
she just wasn't sure it would fit.
But the more she thought about it, the more she wanted
it, and she felt the heat rising more and more down
there. Her pussy was creaming and pouting again, and
his finger was literally swimming in her liquids.
The final act...
His hand on her back snaked around her small waist and
down her rump, where it slipped under her to begin
dipping into her pussy from behind at the same time his
other hand was stirring her from the front side. All
the while he was kissing her, deeply, with hot, wet,
wonderful kisses. It was now like there were two guys
probing Becca. Damn, she thought it was really sexy!
She felt her passions rising big time again.
Then, Brad lifted her leg and put her astride his lap,
his big bloated prick lying between her pussy lips. She
gasped as he pulled her close, his hands on her hips
moving her back and forth along his cock, rubbing it up
and down her pussy and along her clit. She was so wet!
He felt her heat and wet girl flesh sliding smoothly on
his cock and he shivered from excitement and the effort
of trying to keep from plunging into her immediately.
The familiar scent of their mutual arousal drifted up
into their nostrils. His flared like a wild horse from
the overdose of pheromones in the air. He moved a hand
down between them from behind, , grasped his hard-on
and rubbed it all over her clitoris and between the
moist lips of her narrow, teenage slit. She squirmed in
delight, pushing her little bottom down onto his prick,
feeling its heat and hardness, wetting it with the
juices flowing from her.
Getting up into Becca...
She lowered her head to his neck, kissing him there,
and whimpered girlishly in his ear. He rubbed his now
rock-hard cock between her cunt lips a couple times
more before sliding the tip inside her. She sat up
straight then, tensing a little but ready, wondering
how it was going to feel when it really all the way up
inside her, all hot and throbbing and plunging. But she
forgot her worries as he nibbled and sucked on her
neck.
Then, grasping her hips, he began to pull her down onto
his hot column of flesh. She spread a little more for
him, and her tight warm, dripping pussy accepted him
about halfway, then as she felt it meet resistance she
rose just a little again. He kissed her softly on the
lips, murmuring, "Oh, Becca, I'm inside you now, up
inside you and it feels soooo good! Now, I'm going to
fuck all the way up into you, girl."
Brad glued his lips to hers in a passionate, deep kiss,
then as she seemed to relax just a bit, he pulled her
down firmly onto his prick, at the same time pushing up
into her. She squealed loudly as she felt her hymen
break and grabbed his upper arms so tight it hurt. But
it hadn't really hurt her as much as she had thought it
might. Just a sharp pain, and then a little soreness.
And she was thrilled at how wonderful it felt to have
that Brad's huge muscle all the way inside her little
14 year-old cunny. "Oh man," she thought, "I've finally
done it!"
Brad and Becca's first fuck...
She looked for a minute like she was going to cry. He
circled her with his arms and held her tight, close to
him, soothing her with soft words. Then after a minute
or two, he rolled her over onto her back, laying on top
of her. Slowly he withdrew his cock from her little
opening and then just as slowly penetrated her again.
This time, she realized, it didn't hurt; instead, it
felt really good, really sweet and satisfying.
She whimpered and writhed under him then, and together
they began fucking - slowly at first, the pot making it
extra sweet. He held her tight as he stroked in and
out, only a little way, then all the way inside her and
around in small circles, grinding their pubic bones
together. He kissed her everywhere on her neck, her
ears, her lips, her cheeks and his hands squeezed and
rubbed her little ass.
He began to withdrew further, then re-enter deep, again
and again, all the way into her until his balls were
tight against her little butt. It felt so fucking good
he almost came several times and had to hold very
still, his prick throbbing in protest inside her, to
avoid cumming. Then he would start again: out slowly,
and back into her again, moving a little faster each
time, now.
Becca's ragged breathing evened out to short gasps of
pleasure as the pain was replaced by the pure pleasure
of Brad's long penis moving in and out of her. She ran
her hands up his back and onto his strong buttocks,
urging him on.
He slipped in and out of her smoothly now, each time
filling her small grasping pussy with his cock and then
just when she felt so good, she felt it sliding out
again until only his head was nestled inside her slit,
then back in to penetrate her again, and again. She
soon sensed his rhythm and matched his movements.
She heard the "slither" sound of his prick as it
slipped in and out of her. The sounds, the smells, the
delicious feelings of their young bodies fucking, were
all combining to raise their heat to boiling.
She ground her hips up against him, rocking with him,
arching to take more of him. Then he paused, looked
down at her, whispered, "Turn over baby." His cock
still deep inside her, he lifted one of her legs to
help her, and she managed to turn over under him,
without losing contact. Then he grasped her hips and
pulled her up against him, and quickly stroked in and
out of her several times to make up for the lost time.
Becca cums on Brad's cock...
Now Brad started fucking her in earnest, ramming
himself into her harder, pulling her back with each
thrust into himself. She was moaning steadily now,
loudly, and buried her face in the blanket to muffle
her cries. Her little butt was high in the air, she was
spread shamefully open and he was pounding into her.
And then Becca started to cum.
She squeezed her cunt around his big prick, and she
could feel waves of ripples moving inside her cuntal
channel. "Ohhh, Brad! It's cumming! Oh... Oh... fuck
me... now! NOW!!" Her girlish cries and the feeling of
her cunt squeezing him excited Brad enormously,
swelling his prick, turning him into a raging stallion.
He grabbed her hair, pulling her head up. With one hand
around her middle, the other holding her hair, he
thrust deep inside her hard and held himself there,
throbbing violently. She started shaking as she came
hard around him.
And Brad squirts into Becca...
He felt his own load starting in his balls. No stopping
now. He pushed even further into her and with little
contractions of his ass, he began pumping his cream far
up inside her, flooding her cunt with long, powerful
squirts of rich, thick, hot man juice.
Like statues, they froze motionless in extreme tension,
all his energy focused on emptying his balls inside
her, all hers on keeping herself open for him and his
cream. Then, they both collapsed, bodies exhausted from
the workout. Their loins where soaked with their sexual
fluids and sweat. They lay there, his prick just
outside her pussy, both of them panting for air. Brad
nudged himself back up just inside her slit, missing
the heat of her.
Becca spooned back against him, turned his head and
smiled. She ran her small hands up and down her sweaty
body, feeling alive and more awake than ever. He looked
down at her and smiled. How he would love to take her
over and over again.
A visitor to their love-tent...
He looked up and she noticed somebody at the tent door.
Brad let him in without even thinking twice. Becca
covered herself with a blanket and sat up to see
another young man come in. they laughed and talked for
a moment and Brad motioned to Becca, "Remember her from
earlier?" the man looked her up and down, smiling,
"Yeah. Remember me. Becca, was it? I'm Nat."
He reached out to shake her hand and she smiled as she
took it. He sat down on his knees in front of her. Nat
wore no shirt and he wore real sort tan cargo shorts
and was barefoot. He had a beer in one hand, which he
finished it off promptly.
Brad moved behind Becca on his knees and placed his
hands on her shoulders firmly. He spoke in her ear,
looking at Nat, "This is my good friend. He wanted to
come in here and meet you, you know, better than
before."
She didn't get what he was hinting at right away, but
then she caught on and let out a little gasp and
blushed, "Oh..." She was confused, not knowing what to
think. The idea didn't turn her off, but it did worry
her a little.
Brad produced another phat, lit it, toked it deep, and
passed it to Becca, who did the same and then passed it
to Nathan. They shared the joint pretty much in
silence, Nat all the while studying Becca's face and
what he could see of her body.
Brad was still naked, and his cock was still at half-
staff, so Nat was sure they'd fucked at least once, and
he knew he sure would like to share this pretty child-
girl, too. Pretty soon, the weed had relaxed them all,
and they were talking and laughing a lot more freely.
Brad suggests something...
Brad slid his thumbs under the top of her blanket and
slid it down a little bit, whispering in her ear, "Why
don't you show him your beautiful little bod?"
She hesitated, looking coyly at Nat, but let Brad slide
the blanket down to reveal her breasts with their
nipples hardening again rapidly. She looked Nat over
boldly, now, not at all displeased with him. He had
reddish hair, lots of light freckles, and green eyes.
He was almost as tall as Brad, and just as cute, but in
a different way. She could see that he was getting a
hard-on, because his shorts looked full and, she
wondered, "Is that what I think it is peeking out of
the leg of those shorts?"
Sure enough, she recognized the tip of a circumcised
penis there, against his leg, a large drop of clear
syrupy liquid at the little slit there. She smiled,
then giggled a little.
"What?" Nat asked, grinning.
She pointed and then cracked up. Nat looked down, then
both he and Brad saw it too and joined her in one of
those extended belly-laugh-ins you get now and then
with good grass. It took them a while to start to
recover, and by then Becca's blanket had fallen
completely away as she rolled with laughter. She was
now completely nude in front of Nat's eyes, and Nat
quickly sobered up as he scoped this beautiful sight.
Becca appears willing...
She was stoned enough to just lay there, all smoky-
eyed, kind of eager to go along with Brad and let Nat
do her.
Nat wasn't wasting any time, either. He plopped onto
his butt, and slipped his cargo shorts right down
without even unfastening them. Like Brad, Nat was naked
underneath, and already half-hard. His dick, Becca
noticed, wasn't quite as big as Brad's, but almost.
Like Brad, he was circumcised.
Now naked, Nat lay beside Becca, and lifted his leg
over her and dropped it between hers as he leaned in to
kiss her with warm, nice kisses, his hand busy on her
breasts, tweaking her little hard nipples. Becca was
starting to climb the ladder again, getting hotter,
feeling good!
Friendly sharing can be fun...
She had almost forgotten about Brad until he spoke up -
how could she forget him, she wondered. "Isn't she just
beautiful, man?" he asked Nat. "God yes," Nat answered
between kisses.
Becca felt Brad's hands join Nat's now, stroking her
body, her other breast, her thighs. The cool air coming
in the tent vent felt really good on her body and her
nipples grew hard and goosebumps crawled up and down
her body with the multitude of sensations from the air
and all the hands and lips now loving her.
Nat continued kissing her, a little more forcefully
now, while Brad sucked on her breast and played between
her legs. Becca wasn't sure where all this was going,
but it was very nice and she didn't pull away, she
kissed Nat back, and pushed herself into Brad's hands
and lips.
Then he hand found Nat's hot, hard prick and grasped
it, starting to stroke it up and down. He was really
leaking now. She reached out and pulled Brad's leg
until his cock, too, was within reach, grasped it - it
was already hard as a rock - and with a prick in each
hand she thought this was the most exciting thing she'd
ever experienced; she was in heaven.
After a while, Brad lifted her to her knees, then
pushed her forward onto her hands and knees again. She
looked back at him, wondering what he intended. Brad
just held her by the waist and bent her forward,
pushing gently but firmly on her back until her cute
teenaged butt was where he wanted it lined up with his
cock. As she turned her head back to the front, she saw
that Nat was kneeling in front of her, his prick
sticking straight out.
"God, that looks wonderful," she said, out loud so Nat
could hear. Nat smiled, touched her face with one hand
to steady her then moved his cock toward her lips.
She reached out with one hand and grasped the gorgeous,
hard, hot shaft in front of her, squeezing it.
"Harder," Nat said, "squeeze it as hard as you can."
"Noooo," she answered, I'll hurt you."
Nat shook his head, "No you won't. You never squeeze
balls hard, but you can squeeze a hard-on with all your
might and not hurt it... unless you're a weight
lifter."
"Well, okay," she said, and applied pressure with her
little hand as hard as she could to his massive muscle.
Nat sighed deeply, "God, that's good, girl. My cock has
been about to explode all night, and I needed that
wonderful counter-pressure. Now," he said, pushing it
closer to her mouth, "how about licking it a little for
me?"
Two beautiful cocks tonight...
Brad smiled as he watched how she squeezed his friend's
hard-on. The way her little hand fit around it and the
way she looked as he pulled her head closer, urging her
to suck him. It made him proud of her. This was some
girl, Brad thought to himself.
Then Brad ran his hands around her soft creamy white
rump and spread the cheeks of her cute little butt
apart. He moved closer in between her legs and softly
rubbed his cock up and down narrow little ass-crack. He
slipped two fingers inside her pussy to gather her
juices, and she moaned and slipped back onto his
fingers, creaming even more.
Now she was sucking Nat's cock, taking him into her
mouth and throat deeper and deeper, harder and faster.
She wanted to look back to see what Brad was up to, but
Nat held her head firmly and pushed himself deep,
fucking in and out of her mouth slowly.
He was amazed at how good she was; he'd never been
sucked so deep before, and he'd never been in a three-
way, either. He couldn't make up his mind whether to
watch Becca's lips around his hard meat, or Brad about
to penetrate her little ass.
He bit his lip as she sucked him especially deep with a
powerful suction. Brad watched her head and slipped his
two fingers deeper inside her. Becca whimpered loudly
against Nat's cock and gurgled and moaned on the hard
staff.
She realized that she was starting to really like the
hot, cheesy taste of prick, and strangely, found it
really satisfying to suck on these things. She liked it
a lot!!
And now Brad is in her...
Then Brad slid his cock inside her pussy from behind,
pushing it slowly into her tight little box. He slowly
fucked her for a few minutes before pulling his wet
cock out and then, holding his hand firmly in the
middle of her back, he aimed his prick at her little
ass and began to push. With the help of her lubricating
juices, he soon popped his prick head past her
sphincter and there he let is just rest for a minute.
She jumped a little as he went into her, there... it
wasn't exactly painful, but it was... what?
uncomfortable?
But soon, she was focusing on sucking Nat again, and
the feeling in her little butt was okay then it was
good... then it was pretty good... then Brad was
pushing a little further into her and it was getting
downright pleasurable. And it just kept getting better
and better as, inch by inch Brad slipped his big,
veined pole into her little sweet butt and she sucked
Nat's cock deeper until her nose was pressing into his
dark hair and she actually felt his helmet-head down
inside her throat.
She knew if she didn't control herself, she'd gag, but
she'd already discovered how to breathe and swallow to
stop the gagging, and she was getting used to having
all that meat inside her mouth and inside her little
butt, too! She was just full of boy meat, and Becca
loved it!
It dawned on her, then, that she was being double
fucked. It sounded so dirty, so depraved and so sexy
that she started cumming and her little pussy just
squirted juice as the waves moved up her body one after
the other. It felt strange cumming with nothing filling
her pussy, but the prick in her ass was almost as good.
As her orgasm increased, she moaned from deep in her
chest, the vibration giving Nat a "hummer" on his
prick, still buried deep in her throat. It caused him
to lose his load right then and he squirted streams of
hot, creamy cum into the back of Becca's teenaged
throat.
Becca fought to swallow it down, remembering to gather
saliva to help. That movement of her cheeks and tongue
was the purest, absolute pleasure for Nat's prick like
a cock massage. As soon as his balls were empty, Nat
pulled from Becca's mouth and collapsed onto the
blanket, fighting for air.
Becca lowered her head to the blanket, which raised her
butt to a better angle for Brad, and he went deep into
her ass, moaning and groaning with every stroke. He
bent over Becca now, and reached under her with one
hand on her box and the other on one of her breasts.
Holding her tight, fingers inside her wet teen twat, an
orange-sized breast squeezed in the other hand, he
pressed into her and ejaculated deep in her bowels.
Ropes of searing hot cum squirted up from his balls --
pressing tight into her butt cheeks -- up the length of
his shaft only to be squeezed right back out of her
snug little ass by the tight fit of his cock in her
narrow channel.
Becca felt him cumming and screamed into the blanket
with the intense pleasure and excitement. Nat,
recovered a little, raised up on an elbow to watch his
friend finish fucking Becca's tight little butt - a
very hot scene, indeed. He wondered if he'd ever get
that chance, and felt his dick twitch in anticipation.
The sight so excited Nat that his cock was soon
standing proud again. He raised up to his knees and
moved to Becca. He rolled her over easily, leaned down
onto her and kissed her. "Can I fuck you now, Becca?"
he asked softly - expecting her to say no. She just
spread her legs, reached down for his prick, and guided
him right into her sweet little pussy slit.
They fucked slowly, easily, her legs first wrapping
around him, then spreading out... then Nat slipped an
arm under one of her legs and lifted it to his
shoulder, kissing her calf as his rod slipped in and
out of her. Brad watched this with keen interest, and
then slid over to kiss Becca's neck and ears and
breasts as Nat plowed her little furrow steadily.
It wasn't long before Nat paid his tribute to Becca
again, this time making very little noise, a quiet cum,
but from the arch of his back and good one. As he
seemed to finish, he suddenly was overtaken again and
had still another orgasm almost immediately. As Becca
felt that, she moaned out loud, almost wailing, and
pushed up against him and came too.
Afterglow...
After a few minutes, Brad produced still one more of
those fine, gold joints, and they all three shared it
easily, relaxed, fucked out, but all feeling good. As
they toked, brad found some towels and a water bottle,
and the boys first cleaned themselves, then lovingly
and carefully washed Becca's fine, lithe little body.
She was loving all the attention from these two
handsome studs. She wondered to herself just how she
got so lucky. Then she thought about going back to St.
Aloysius, and she realized it was time for public
school; she'd never be able to handle all weird priest-
nun stuff again, what with all their guilt trips and
mumbo-jumbo.
That night was ten years ago. Becca did switch to
public school, pestering her mom until she gave in. She
kept contact with both Brad and Nat, and the three of
them dated as a trio many times, enjoying wonderful sex
many times after that - several times in the woods
again, as they especially enjoyed that.
Four years later, when Becca was 18, she and Brad were
married, and moved to Seattle, soon to be joined by
Nat. Brad and Nat were hot shot computer programmers,
and they had taught Becca many of their skills.
The three set up housekeeping together in a very nice
condo while Becca attended community college, working
on her Computer Science degree, too. The trio worked
hard and invested in and then buying a Web consulting
and design business, making a small fortune before
Becca turned 25, still a very beautiful, leggy blonde.
The three are still together, sharing their lives and
love. There are no children yet, but they're thinking
about it.
END
:jo
by Tinman (tinmanjc9@hotmail.com)
Young Becca, on a camping trip, wanders into the woods
and finds sex, romance and more sex with two gorgeous
young studs. MMF-teens, voy, orgy)
***
Becca in the woods...
Becca, at 14, was a young beauty: Long blonde hair that
shone like burnished gold, 5'5" tall and although she
was still very much a nubile young thing she was
perfectly shaped for her age and size. Her cute little
nose was set off by big, clear light blue eyes and a
small, well-formed mouth with lips that look chiseled
from smooth marble.
Her hips were narrow, but with that girlish bell-bottom
shape. Her breasts were small. She was self-conscious
about their size, but most guys thought they were
perfect - unless they were crazy for big ones. "Perky,"
her girl friends called her. Her little butt was high,
small, tight and hard from eight years of gymnastics.
She breathed deeply of the fresh forest air, then
walked away from her cabin and down the wooded path
alone. She was glad to get away for a while; she was
tired of being under the watchful eye of the nuns from
St. Aloysius, the Catholic school she attended.
She was with a small group of girls who were on a week-
long retreat at this woodsy camp with a half dozen
nuns. She had just finished her last meeting of the day
- and of the retreat and now she just wanted to be
alone for a while here in the cool evening air.
As she wandered happily through the darkening forest,
enjoying her temporary freedom, she heard laughter
somewhere in the distance. She walked on for a while,
getting closer and closer to source the source of the
happy sounds. It became obvious it was a "woodsie," an
open-air party. She could see a clearing with several
tents around a nice campfire. Scattered around the site
were a number of what appeared to be older teens,
seniors probably, she thought to herself.
Most of the guys were in cut-offs or swim trunks - one
was even in his boxer shorts. Some of the girls also
wore cut-offs, but most wore bikinis with towels draped
around their shoulders. They sat mostly in pairs, on
rocks and logs, some of them "making out," necking and
hugging. Others, she could see, were sitting inside the
tents and some were farther out among the trees. Becca
had the distinct impression that there was more than
just making out going on in the tents, but she didn't
have a clear view and couldn't be sure.
'Round the campfire...
She watched the scene wistfully, wishing she could join
in the fun with them. But she knew they were older and
besides, she was shy with strangers and they might not
like her. There really was no reason for her shyness;
she was a vibrant, beautiful young girl, but she had
the natural lack of self-confidence most young teenaged
girls share.
So, she remained hidden among the bushes and trees,
watching and wishing. She could see that some were
drinking, and she could smell the odor of pot (she knew
that one, alright); one or two of the girls, she
observed, were acting a little tipsy, but not crazy.
The guy in the boxer shorts was up dancing around the
fire to the girls' giggles. No doubt he was loaded, and
Becca watched him for a minute before she noticed a
bulge in his shorts flopping from side to side - left
to right -- as he danced. She started giggling,
herself, like the other girls, wondering when that
thing was going to flop out into plain view.
The sight and thought excited Becca. Oh, she had seen a
couple of guys' penises before, but only briefly
through a window as she and a couple of her girlfriends
had window-peeked through the bathroom window at a
guys-only beer bash one night.
Becca's vision...
Trying to find a better view, Becca crept around the
clearing through the trees, pausing behind a large
evergreen to watch the dancing guy. Then, from the
other side of the evergreen, she heard low voices - a
male and female. She crouched down and peeked through
the needles to see a young couple lying on a blanket,
making out.
The guy wore only a pair of short cut-off denims and no
shirt. The girl wore a short, pleated, and green plaid
skirt, with a white blouse that buttoned up the front.
Several of her buttons were already undone, Becca
noticed, her blouse falling away from her breasts. Her
skirt was pushed up far enough that Becca could see she
wore red panties, little more than a thong really, she
thought.
Becca squatted down further so they wouldn't see her
and at first thought she should get the Hell out of
there before she got caught. But she just couldn't take
her eyes off them. Finding another hole in the
evergreen needles, she decided to risk it a little
longer and see what was going to happen. Dirty, lusty
thoughts were coming to life in Becca's young,
inexperienced mind about where all this petting would
lead.
Becca, herself, was still a virgin; heck, she'd hardly
even dated, although she'd been pleasuring herself for
a couple of years. Attending a Catholic girls' school,
she had heard all about sex and guys from her
friends... some of whom had gone all the way already.
So, she was eager to see this. She decided to take the
risk and stay and learn.
The young couple had rolled over on their blanket, and
it put them in a better position for Becca to see. This
was much better, she thought. "Woah!" she thought, as
she watched with widening eyes as the guy slid his
large hands up and down the girl's leg, lifting her
skirt up to show off her tiny red panties. The boy's
hand slid in and out of her panties, moving up and down
her belly to her mound. The girl was cooperating, too,
squirming and moaning as he continued kissing and
stroking her, more and more feverishly.
Becca gets moist...
When Becca saw his hand go further down inside her
panties and cup the girl's mound, she had to put a hand
on her mouth to stifle her little gasps, afraid they'd
hear her.
"God," Becca thought, realizing how turned on she was
by this all. She knew she was all creamy down there,
and now she could feel her panties getting really damp.
Her hand had been on her mouth, and she realized she
had been kissing her own palm. She slid her hand down
her neck, down over her breast and squeezed her nipple.
Then she dropped her hand lower to her inner thigh,
where she rubbed her tender flesh there.
She noticed then that there was a rich and different
odor combining with the forest smells that tickled her
nostrils. It was a familiar musky, scent -- hot, wet
and exciting. She recognized it as the same scent she
produced when she masturbated in her little bed at
night. Sex! The smell of sex!
"Was she producing that strong a scent?" But then a
breeze wafted toward her from the direction of the
couple in front of her, bringing more of the
tantalizing odor and she decided it must be a
combination of hers with that of the young couple. For
the first time, she realized how much the sense of
smell contributed to sexual excitement. She didn't yet
realize that all through the rest of her life the
smells of a pine forest combined with sex would be a
terrific turn on for her.
A hard cock comes into view...
As Becca watched them, the boy used a free hand to
unsnap his cut-offs, then he slid them down on his
thighs and with his legs and feet he fought them off
his legs until he was naked. "God," thought Becca, "he
didn't have any shorts on!" She was thrilled at how
good this was getting.
Then she saw his prick clearly, hard and looking shiny,
like it was wet. It made Becca shiver and reach down to
touch herself through her panties. She was surprised at
how big it seemed to her. She wasn't sure, but she
thought it must be a least eight inches long and very
thick. The sight of it was enough to make her cream
again into her panties, already soaked.
As soon as his prick was free, the girl had reached
down to take it in her hand She began squeezing it and
stroking it up and down. Becca noticed that there was a
loose layer of skin on his prick, and that it seemed to
move inside that skin. The guy seemed really excited by
what she was doing, moaning, and kissing the girl's
neck and shoulders. He began pushing his hips toward
the girl, pushing his prick through her hand so that
the head punched into her soft belly.
This was getting really intimate. Becca thought she
should look away but she just couldn't! She wanted -
needed - to see more, see better. The longer she
watched, the more she really wanted to stay. She was
convinced now that they would soon be "doing it" and
she just had to see it!
As that thought took over her mind, she suddenly was
aware that her face was very hot and she was breathing
in short, quick breaths. She slipped her hand up under
her skirt and resumed stroking her little cunny through
her silken panties. She was astonished at how wet they
were down, but she noticed that the moisture really
made it feel wonderful.
Becca watches a woodsie...
Her eyes still glued to the couple, she watched the
handsome boy slide the girl's panties off her bottom,
then down her legs. He raised them to his nose and
inhaled their scent before tossing them beside the
bush. The girl beside him seemed fascinated by that,
moaning, "Oh, Tommy, that's sooooo dirty..."
Then he moved between her legs, still kissing her lips,
her neck, her nipples. She was squirming under him like
crazy, rubbing her body against his hard young stomach
and loins. She arched and pushed upward toward him for
a moment, then relaxed back down and raised her legs
and wrapped them over Tommy's narrow, muscular hips.
She crossed her ankles behind his back and pulled him
into her crotch so that their loins were pressed
tightly together.
Becca was sure he had just pushed his big thing right
into her cunny when she heard them both groan loudly.
Becca could hardly breathe. Her little hand was working
in and out of her naked pussy, now, having pulled the
thin panty material aside so nothing separated her
fingers from her wet, swollen pussy flesh.
She was literally dripping her juices onto her hand and
the ground. Becca crooned softly to herself with
pleasure. She wanted to scream out, but she knew she
had to stay quiet or she would spoil everything.
But the teenagers now fucking in front of her were too
far gone to notice even if Becca screamed at the top of
her lungs, let alone hear her little muffled noises.
They fucked fast at first, as the intense sensations of
first penetration hit them - that wonderful feeling as
his throbbing hard young-man pricks slid all the way up
into the young girl's tightness. Then, regaining
control, he slowed their pace and began to fuck her
with a steady rhythm. She was moaning and sighing as he
fucked her and kissed her squeezed her butt with his
hands.
Our girl seeks satisfaction...
Becca was going crazy with sexual excitement. Her eyes
wide open, she could now plainly see the boy's big
slick pole slide in and out of the girl again and
again, making squishy, liquid sounds and little sharp
noises as their bodies slapped together. As Becca knelt
there with her thighs spread apart, one small hand
played with her pussy and clitoris, the other squeezed
her teenage breasts and hard little nipples under her
sweater. She had pushed her drenched panties down onto
her thighs and the cool night air felt wonderfully
liberating on her hot naked flesh.
She was now thoroughly turned on, silently moaning like
the girl she was watching. She wanted to feel that
boy's hands all over her body, gripping her ass cheeks
like he now gripped the ass of the girl he was fucking
so powerfully and noisily.
"Fucking!" Becca whispered that magic, forbidden word,
"fucking," over and over, relishing the sound and
nastiness of it and the way it made her feel - mature,
sexy and yes, slutty! That thought turned Becca on even
more!!
Her breathing got shorter, heavier, as the two young
lovers fucked faster, he thrust his hard-on harder and
faster into her slushy little quim as he neared his
climax. Becca's hand kept pace with him, her fingers
plunging inside her and back out again, and again in
time with the boy's thrusts.
Suddenly the boy went quiet for an a few seconds. He
arched hard against the girl. Becca knew he was buried
to his big balls in her, and her fingers plunged deep
up inside her, moving around in small circles. "Oh, God
... God," she murmured, "it just feels sooooo goood."
She wanted to close her eyes and cum right then... but
she couldn't... she had to keep watching, afraid she'd
miss something.
The girl laying under the boy and wrapped tightly
around him gasped and moaned, not caring about anything
else, and the boy groaned and moaned loudly now, "Ohhh,
baby. God! Fuck! Your pussy feels so good. You're so
hot. So wet. Fu-uu-uc-ck, ba-by... ohhhh..." on and on
he went.
His words were hypnotic to Becca's impressionable young
mind, transporting her into a dream-like state of
excitement and pleasure. She easily imagined that it
was she who was being fucked by the naked, sweaty boy.
She could almost feel him inside her.
Her wide-open eyes were filling her memory banks with
images of the two half-naked teenagers joined in the
throes of intercourse, and the intense feelings in her
own body were reinforcing those memories - these were
images she would not forget as long as she lived. But
in those memories, she was the girl being penetrated
again and again by that hard, wet, staff of that cute,
cute, boy!
Becca sees her first cum...
Then, as the ravaged girl on the blanket threw her head
back, arched her body and squealed in orgasm Becca,
too, was overcome by an overwhelmingly wonderful
feeling that started deep inside her pussy. She gasped
and slid her fingers deeper into herself, pressing hard
with the base of her hand on her mound and came hard,
wetting herself and her panties.
The man and woman fucked hard and fast for a moment
more, then he pressed hard into her and groaned out,
"Ooohhhhhh... GOD! I'm cum... cumming... in your... P-
U-S-S-Y... Uhhhh! UNGH! UNGH! UNGH!" as his husky
teenager's prick squirted its cream deep inside the
clinging flesh of her young, sweet cunt.
Then she cums on her own hand...
Becca's little orgasmic moans were scarcely audible as
she came all over her hands. She just opened her mouth,
held her breath, and pushed against her hand and the
fingers up inside her as wave after wave of sweetness
washed over her, starting from deep inside and moved
outward in circles up her spine, down to her bottom and
her legs, overwhelming and exhausting her.
Becca fell into a heap on the ground, her hand still
inside herself, head resting on her arm, nearly
unconscious in the afterglow of the awesome orgasm that
she had just experienced. Then, slowly she opened her
eyes and peeked again at the sweaty, panting couple
laying exhausted on the blanket.
Every so often the girl would gasp softly, and Becca
wondered why. Then she noticed that every time the girl
gasped, the virile young hunk's buttocks were
contracting. She wasn't sure what was happening, but of
course, he was occasionally flexing his semi-hard prick
inside the girl's soft folds, something Becca would
learn about later.
Becca's hand softly stroked her little mound and the
slippery lips of her young slit. She, too, was
temporarily exhausted and she whimpered softly, still
feeling the heat of what had just happened. In a few
minutes the couple recovered, kissed and hugged, then
pulled on their clothes.
Arm in arm, they walked back to the fire together,
leaving Becca there hidden in the bushes. She pulled
her panties back up, straightened her hair a little,
sniffing her scent on her hand. Then tentatively, she
extended her cute little tongue and tasted herself on
her fingers. "Ummm, not bad," Becca muttered to
herself.
As she finished straightening her clothes, she gathered
her thoughts. "I've got to have a boy like that, inside
me, all strong and hot and hard - just like them."
There was now no doubt in her mind. Becca's life had
changed enormously this night.
A boy surprises Becca...
Then, as Becca stood and turned, she bumped right into
a tall, well built blonde boy standing behind her,
wearing cut-offs and a sleeveless sweat. Losing her
balance, she stumbled, almost fell, but he caught her
by the arms and steadied her. "What're you looking at
there, pretty girl?" he asked, flashing a wide,
handsome smile.
Becca's face flushed with guilt as thought, "Lord, how
long has he had been standing there?" But it didn't
seem as though he was aware that there was anything
unusual. "Probably," she thought, "he just things I've
been out here peeing." Still, she was so flustered that
all she could do was shake her head and mumble, "N-
Nothing! Nothing at all... I gotta be going." Looking
down, as she was, she couldn't help but notice that
there was a good sized lump at the boy's crotch, and
she could see the outline of his organ laying down the
leg of his cut-offs. "Wow," she thought! "I can't
believe this."
The boy let her go and she started to leave. The cool
air rushed over where his warm hands had touched her
skin and she shivered. Becca took a couple of slow
steps, then stopped. By now she was thinking to
herself, "Isn't this was I was just wishing for? Do I
really want to leave?" She could still feel the heat
and creaminess between her thighs, and her panties were
still very damp. Almost immediately she made up her
mind to stay, and turned back toward him, smiling up at
the tall lad.
For a minute or two, they just stood there gazing at
each other He thought she was really pretty, with her
disheveled hair and rumpled clothes, although she did
look a little young. In fact, he did think she had been
out here peeing, although he knew she wasn't part of
their group and wasn't sure where she came from. But
the thought of her peeing in the woods kind of made his
prick twitch in his cut-offs and he didn't really care
where she came from.
Becca wants Brad...
She considered the tall, tan boy with the bushy blonde
hair, carefully. She loved his mile-wide smile and the
lump in his cut-offs excited her. Had it just twitched?
She was having trouble keeping her eyes off it. Becca
decided then and there to take a chance with the boy.
After all, he looked like he was the perfect candidate
for her plan hungry and hopeful; and she definitely
was!
"Hey," he said in a low, confidential voice as he
leaned in toward her a little, "I'm Brad. Like you want
to get high, maybe? I've got some really good weed in
my tent just over there." Becca thought for only a few
seconds before accepting: "Hi, I'm Becca. Uhhh, yeah,
man, that'd be great, if its cool with your friends."
He chuckled, "Them? They're all high already, beer,
pot, wine, you name it. This is party night."
Brad offers a toke...
Now, pot was not new to Becca, she'd smoked it lots of
times at school and at home during the summer, since
she was 12. So it didn't scare her and she knew she
could handle it. Brad reached out to take her hand and
his touch was like fire on her skin, but she loved the
tingling sensation it sent through her.
"C'mon," he said and led her toward the fire. Becca
locked hands with him as they headed to the campfire.
She was glad for his offer of grass, because she knew
it would calm her nerves - something she needed,
considering what she was considering here.
Becca was still a little shy and quiet, still unsure of
herself among these older kids. But on the way to the
campfire, she found Brad easy to be with. They talked
about trivial things and she found out he was a college
boy and this was an annual party for a group of
friends.
Becca lied to him, telling him she was 18. She didn't
like lying, but she was afraid he wouldn't want to be
with an 14 year-old. She figured she could pass okay,
especially in the dark, and she knew she looked as good
as most of the other girls here.
When the got to the campfire, Brad introduced her to
the others, and someone offered beer or wine. She took
some white Zin wine in a big plastic cup; she didn't
care much for beer. As they stood around talking for a
few minutes with the others, she sipped her wine and
soon was laughing and taking part as if she'd known
these people all her life. She was having a good time.
"How cool!" she thought.
The boys were all good looking, slim and well built,
like athletes - she could see that several of them had
that prominent lump in their shorts or cut-offs and
again she had trouble keeping her eyes off their
crotches. But they made her laugh with their antics and
jokes. The girls where all friendly, pert and pretty,
and all wore skimpy swim suits or very short cutoffs
and tank tops. She had been right: a few of them were a
little tipsy.
She spots the lovers again...
Then she saw the two lovers from the bushes and she
looked down, blushing, afraid that somehow they would
know she had watched them fuck their brains out just
minutes ago while she fingered herself in time with
them.
After a while, she finished her wine. She remembered
the promise of pot and looked up at Brad. "That weed
would really taste good, now," she said. Brad smiled,
took her hand again and led her toward a large blue
tent. He unzipped the door and showed her inside,
patting her little fanny as she stepped in. "That felt
nice," she thought.
For the first time in her young life, Becca really
understood the word, "apprehensive," as she looked
forward to getting high then making out then ... . Brad
closed the tent's opening, and unzipped a top screen to
let cool air flow inside. He sat down on a blanket and
cleared her a place to sit beside him. He smiled up at
her, "Come, sit!" he said, patting the blankets, and
she plopped down beside him.
Brad offers Columbian Gold...
He leaned back on an elbow and faced her, "Hey, you
were a hit out there." he said. "They all liked you ...
especially those horny guys," he laughed. "Now, let's
get to that grass I promised you. You're gonna like
this stuff, it's great."
He leaned back further, reached under the blanket and
retrieved one of those intricately carved little wooden
stash boxes from India or Indonesia. He opened it and
took out one of several fat joints. He drew it under
his nose, inhaling the rich smell, then held it under
Becca's.
"Smells really good," Becca said, greedily. "Let's do
it!"
"It is good," Brad said. "It's Colombian Gold - you
should see the color. My brother scored a pound of it
in Iowa City last week."
He lit it and toked in deeply, raising his shoulders to
make more room in his lungs for the smoke. Then he
handed it to her, watching her from the corner of his
eyes to see if she knew what she was doing. The way she
pinched the joint carefully by the edge, held it just
up to her cute little lips, puckered and sucked in a
long slow-burn toke without coughing showed Brad that
she did. "Hot damn!" he thought, "this girl is okay!"
He let his first toke out with a big sigh, filling the
tent with blue smoke
Becca held her smoke down, looking Brad in the eyes
with a little smile as she repeatedly dodged her head
slightly as if keeping time to music in her head. Then,
after holding it for thirty seconds or so, she let out
enough blue smoke to fill the tent nearly as much as
Brad's toke had.
"Alll-freakin'-riiiiight!!" Brad said, then pulled
another big toke and passed it again. They repeated
this routine until there was only a short roach left
and the air in the tent was rich with the smell of
weed.
Any nervousness Becca had felt from being alone in the
tent with a strange guy soon disappeared as the weed
relaxed her mind and body. "Good body trip, this
stuff," she said, raising her knees and looping her
arms around them.
Brad & Becca mellow out...
"Yeah, I told you its really good shit," Brad said as
he reached back behind himself for the box again to
retrieve a roach clip. As he did, he casually braced
himself with a hand on Becca's thigh just above her
knee. As he sat back forward, he looked down between
her legs where he could see a large expanse of white
panty under her plaid skirt. "Ohhh, man!" he thought.
"Please, Lord, let me get some of that!"
"You are very pretty," he said, looking at her face
again, his voice a little deeper and hoarse now from
the grass. His hand on her thigh slid a little higher
as he leaned back to put the box back. She was pleased
by his flattering comment, and really liked the feel of
his hand on her - it was very hot on her thigh.
She smiled and blushed, managing to say "Um, Thanks."
She was definitely feeling her grass, and it felt
great. She replayed in her mind the scene of the boy
and girl on the blanket cumming, wondering if Brad
would make a move on her. Her cunny twitched a little
with the thought, and she felt herself cream a little.
Hands on thighs, lips on lips
As Brad raised back up, he scooted in closer to Becca,
and his hand gently squeezed the inside of her thigh.
No more "accidental touch." This was now definite, he
was moving on her, Becca realized. When she didn't
protest, he took one of her hands and kissed her
knuckles, "You're really great to get high with,
Becca..."
Before he finished his sentence he leaned in to her and
kissed her gently on the lips. Becca was surprised at
how warm and soft his lips were for a big strong guy,
and at the gentleness of his kiss. His hand on her
thigh moved a little higher, only a couple inches from
her panties. His other hand slid to her waist and
pulled her to him as he kissed her.
Becca melted under his relaxed attack, the warmth of
his hands on her flesh. The grass had mellowed her
attitude and she was having no trouble accepting all
this. Not only that, it had expanded her senses,
magnifying her sensations. It was all feeling so very
good. And she was getting really wet down there, again.
"So, this was what it feels like?" Becca thought as she
relaxed into his arms. "Ummmmm, just like the girl in
the woods, just like her. God! I'm about to get fucked,
too, I think."
Thought after thought flowed softly through Becca's
young mind like a slow moving stream moves over moss.
Brad was kissing her over and over, wonderful kisses,
each becoming a little more firm, and it felt marvelous
to Becca.
Then the tip of his tongue flicked over her lips and
penetrated between them ever so slightly, barely
darting inside her mouth to see how she would react. A
giant shiver went through Becca and she grabbed his
shoulders as if she were holding on for a roller
coaster ride.
She remembered playing kissing games when she was 12,
like spin the bottle, but this was so different. Her
own tongue met his and he knew it was okay. Then, he
pulled away and she felt like she'd lost something as
cool night air replaced his warmth. Was he going to
leave her? She didn't want him to stop. He didn't, but
what he had been doing was nothing compared to what he
did next.
Brad's hands are everywhere...
He pulled off his sleeveless sweat then took her back
into his arms. Now his lips found her neck, her
sensitive little 14 year-old girlish neck, and he
kissed her there: wet kisses, sucking in little bits of
her flesh then rasping his tongue around the sensitive
spot he had just made. And he nibbled her ear, the tip
of his tongue circling inside that erotic spot.
All this seemed to send deep thrills directly to her
young pussy and bottom, driving her nuts. And his
hands! As he kissed her, his manly hands were
everywhere on her little body, moving, stroking,
squeezing, pressing.. Becca became lost in the pleasure
he was giving her (and himself!) ... pleasure she had
never known or even suspected. Chills and hot flashes
alternated up and down her entire body, all seeming
connected to her baby cunt and, strangely, to her that
little unmentionable spot in her bottom.
Soon she realized that Brad's fingers were undoing the
buttons of her shirt and then he was kissing her
collarbone, her shoulder, and then, "Oh God!! He's
kissing my breasts! And my nipples!" It was almost too
much for her, almost.
She was surprised at how hard and erect her nipples
were on her little teenage breasts. She was even more
surprised at the strange "hunger" growing just below
her girlish belly; not a hunger for food, but for
something else, deep inside.
Sweet girl tummy...
Now Brad was kissing her girlish tummy, her flat soft
teenage belly. She felt a hand on her breast, and then
realized another hand was now between her legs,
stroking up and down the inside of her thighs,
sometimes coming up and rubbing her pussy through the
soggy material of her panties. This was what Becca had
wanted! And now she was getting it. This young god was
making love to her and making her feel more wonderful
than she had ever felt in her young life - like a
woman!
When Brad's warm, soft hand left her breast, she
whimpered softly, "No, don't stop." Then she felt
something new. She felt two hands on the insides of her
thighs, and they were gently prying her thighs apart.
She relaxed, 'cause it was okay with her.
And now lower, lower...
But then she felt an intense heat right at her crotch,
through her panties. She opened her eyes and raised up
slightly to look down. She saw Brad lying between her
legs, his beautiful face at her crotch, breathing onto
her swollen pussy. Then she saw his tongue reach out to
her pussy and felt it lick up and down her slit outside
her panties. "Ohhhhh, my God, Brad," she moaned. "Ohhh
yes! Baby, do that, pleeeasse do that some more. Ohhhh
FUCK!"
She felt, more than heard, his grass-hoarse voice moan
up tight against her clitoris, vibrating it. And she
felt his fingers pull the crotch of her panties aside,
then, "OOOHHH M'GOD!" she felt his tongue slide up and
down the raw lips of her slit, then plunge inside.
Becca started cumming immediately, arching into Brad's
face. She reached for his hair, filled her little hands
with it and pulled him into her cunt. "My cunt! Eat me
Brad! Brad! Ohh-ohh-ohh! Fuu-uck!!" Becca felt like she
was all vibrating CUNT, one big PUSSY as she came in
waves that flowed up her one after another for several
minutes, her body arched and tensed as if in a seizure,
no breathing... just waves of orgasm.
Brad held on, his tongue swirling around her little
clitoris, one finger deep in her pussy, circling inside
her, the other hand on her mound pressing in circles,
round and round, his face so tightly pressed into her
baby cunny he could scarcely breathe. He felt intense
pressure on the sides of his head from her powerful
young thighs tensed in orgasm... he fleetingly wondered
if she would crush his skull before it ended.
Brad: Did I do this to her...
Then, suddenly, Becca collapsed into an unconscious
bundle of sweaty young girl flesh. Brad kissed her
little pussy and belly a few more times, then grabbed
part of the blanket and dried the sweat and juices from
her. He pulled her up and encircled her into his arms
and just held her, rocking slightly. He was surprised
by the intensity of her passion, but he was really
proud that he had affected her so deeply.
Still cuddling Becca, he reached back with his free arm
and produced another joint from that ivory-inlaid box,
mouthed it, lit it, and drew deeply as he relaxed. He
was still hard as a rock, and his nuts were full to
overflowing, but he thought he'd be able to wait a
while to get off.
It wasn't long before Becca's eyes opened a little. She
sniffed the air, sensing the odor of the Gold weed
again. "Don't Bogart that joint, m'man," she said
sluggishly, smiling. Brad looked down at her, grinned
and said, "Welcome back to the world of the living,
sweet girl." He held the joint to her lips, and she
drew a big hit.
"Oh, man. Did all that really happen?" she asked when
she let out the smoke, looking up at him with her big
baby blue eyes. She answered her own question, "I guess
so, huh? Looks like your face is still damp from ...
well, from me," she said, laughing.
"Yeah," he chuckled, "I'm never going to wash again, I
swear!" They both laughed softly, and snuggled up
tighter. Then, Becca's hand slid down his hard-muscled
stomach and found his prick, now only about two-thirds
hard, but still formidable. "Looks to me like I'm going
to have to do something about this," she said,
squeezing his shaft and running her thumb over the tip.
"Golly," she said, "its still leaking all this sticky,"
and she rubbed it into his head, making him harder.
Then she brought her fingers to her mouth. "I wonder
what this tastes like?" she mused, slipping her little
tongue out to test it. "Ummmm. A little sweet... a
little salty... not bad."
Becca learns to suck a man...
Brad whispered into her ear hotly, "Would you like to
make me feel real good, like I did for you, baby?"
"Boy! How's a girl to answer that to a guy who just
took her for a tour of the planets?" thought Becca. She
knew what he was talking about. The older girls at
school had talked about how guys liked to be sucked and
licked. When she didn't answer him right away, he began
to stroke his hard-on, bringing it back up straight
again. Becca was perfectly willing to do what he
wanted, but she wasn't too sure how, exactly.
Becca looked down at his prick and was amazed at how
the sight of it excited her. Then she felt his large
hand on her chin, turning her head to look at his face.
He whispered sweetly, "No, it's okay. You don't have to
if you don't want to... but, maybe you could... just
touch it?"
"Oh, Brad," she said softly, "believe me, I want to."
Then she shifted her weight, getting on her knees
before him. He took her hand and guided it to his
erection, wrapping her little fingers around it. Her
heart beat faster as he moved his hips to slide himself
up and down through the wetness of her grasp. Becca
drew in her breath sharply as for the first time, she
played with and studied this hot column of man flesh -
this thing that was just made for fucking. She couldn't
take her eyes off it.
Brad loosened his grip on her hand, leaving her free to
explore. She ran her small fingers over the tip and
grabbed the shaft gently. Becca scooted up and used her
other hand, too, touching and gently caressing him. He
smiled down at her, touching her head lightly, he
whispered again, "I'd sure love for you to kiss it for
me." That sounded okay to her; in fact, it sounded real
good to her right now. She nodded, flashed him a brief
smile then lowered her head toward her first cock.
First, a light kiss, then...
She placed a warm kiss on the tip. As new as this was -
and a little frightening - she was determined to please
him. Besides, she wanted to experiment and was high
enough on this fine weed to just go ahead and do it!
She licked the head and around the wide rim, making him
shiver, vibrating his shaft in her small hand. She
licked it again, putting the tip in her mouth a little.
When she did, his hands pushed down on her head and he
pressed his cock upward, pushing it well inside her
little mouth and bringing a groan from deep in his
throat.
She made a small swallowing noise in the back of her
throat, and then he started moving his cock in and out
of her mouth slowly, going a little deeper each time.
She sucked gently at first, and then harder as he moved
his prick a little faster and deeper. Soon she found
the rhythm and began to suck him in deeper, then
turning her head as she moved up and down, then
experimenting with other movements to see what he
liked. He seemed to like all of it, she noticed. "Why
not," she thought, "I sure liked all of what he did for
me."
She found that she was getting better, taking his big
shaft far down her throat, and then suddenly she felt
the hair at the base of his prick pressing on the edges
of her mouth and on her nose. Surprised, she realized
she had taken him all the way into her mouth, now. The
thought that she now had his entire cock in her mouth
was so hot for her, that she moaned a deep, throaty
moan, vibrating his prick in her mouth. He really went
nuts with that, groaning, "Oh, God, Becca, careful! I
don't want to cum yet baby, easy now..."
She pulled back up breathing deeply, and for a few
strokes just sucked the head in and out of her mouth,
running her tongue around the head. Then, again, she
took him all the way, and again she moaned, and again
he arched and nearly shot his load into her mouth,
protesting, "Not yet, baby not yet ... careful!"
And those big, big balls...
She repeated this cycle a few more times, and he moaned
continuously, praising her mouth, her lips, her tongue
over and over. In return, she sucked steadily harder
and faster. She felt his hands on her shoulders, then
slipping under her to cup her breasts and pinch her
nipples. That felt great to Becca.
Then she began to focus on his big balls. They clung
snugly up against the base of his prick, one on each
side. As she sucked his shaft, she gently grasped first
one and then the other, rolling them in her hands.
She'd learned in sex-ed class how a guy's nuts were
really sensitive and easily hurt. But from Brad's moans
of pleasure, she knew she wasn't hurting him. She could
almost feel all the sperm filling his soft, hairy nuts.
She decided that she wanted to taste his sperm, his
cum. So, she started moaning and took him all the way
in again, pressing her mouth and nose into his crotch,
circling her little tongue around his shaft and balls.
He protested only for a moment, "Not yet, please, not
yet!"
But this time, she didn't stop. She moaned louder,
vibrating his shaft and nuts, swirling her tongue
around his shaft, one hand gently squeezing his balls.
Up and down his shaft she sucked, all the way to the
top, then back down, her tongue sliding along the
bottom side where she could feel a big thick vein.
Now, deep in Becca's mouth...
It was too much for Brad. His hands on her head, he
pushed his cock up into her mouth hard and groaned
between short breaths, "Oh, Becca... I'm... gonna...
cum... oh God! I'M CUMMING! NOW!" His muscles tensed
and he held her head down on him and exploded in the
back of her throat, gushing the thick creamy load from
his big balls into her throat.
Becca's eyes widened as she felt the salty sticky taste
and feel of his cum. She tried to swallow it all, but
she couldn't get it all down until she gathered some
saliva to moisten and thin it. Then she was okay, and
proceeded to suck him dry. She had thought for a minute
there that she might choke on his hot cum, but once she
learned how to do it, she relaxed, proud of herself.
After a few minutes, Brad sat up and pulled Becca up
across his lap, kissing her deeply and hungrily. He
massaged her little breasts, played with her belly,
roving his hand down between her wet thighs to stoke
her slit and probe softly inside her little pussy. He
was definitely ready to fuck now, and he was getting
Becca ready, although she didn't seem to need much
preparation. She'd been ready for more than an hour.
Still, she was a little frightened of him putting that
big cock into her little box. Oh, she wanted it there,
she just wasn't sure it would fit.
But the more she thought about it, the more she wanted
it, and she felt the heat rising more and more down
there. Her pussy was creaming and pouting again, and
his finger was literally swimming in her liquids.
The final act...
His hand on her back snaked around her small waist and
down her rump, where it slipped under her to begin
dipping into her pussy from behind at the same time his
other hand was stirring her from the front side. All
the while he was kissing her, deeply, with hot, wet,
wonderful kisses. It was now like there were two guys
probing Becca. Damn, she thought it was really sexy!
She felt her passions rising big time again.
Then, Brad lifted her leg and put her astride his lap,
his big bloated prick lying between her pussy lips. She
gasped as he pulled her close, his hands on her hips
moving her back and forth along his cock, rubbing it up
and down her pussy and along her clit. She was so wet!
He felt her heat and wet girl flesh sliding smoothly on
his cock and he shivered from excitement and the effort
of trying to keep from plunging into her immediately.
The familiar scent of their mutual arousal drifted up
into their nostrils. His flared like a wild horse from
the overdose of pheromones in the air. He moved a hand
down between them from behind, , grasped his hard-on
and rubbed it all over her clitoris and between the
moist lips of her narrow, teenage slit. She squirmed in
delight, pushing her little bottom down onto his prick,
feeling its heat and hardness, wetting it with the
juices flowing from her.
Getting up into Becca...
She lowered her head to his neck, kissing him there,
and whimpered girlishly in his ear. He rubbed his now
rock-hard cock between her cunt lips a couple times
more before sliding the tip inside her. She sat up
straight then, tensing a little but ready, wondering
how it was going to feel when it really all the way up
inside her, all hot and throbbing and plunging. But she
forgot her worries as he nibbled and sucked on her
neck.
Then, grasping her hips, he began to pull her down onto
his hot column of flesh. She spread a little more for
him, and her tight warm, dripping pussy accepted him
about halfway, then as she felt it meet resistance she
rose just a little again. He kissed her softly on the
lips, murmuring, "Oh, Becca, I'm inside you now, up
inside you and it feels soooo good! Now, I'm going to
fuck all the way up into you, girl."
Brad glued his lips to hers in a passionate, deep kiss,
then as she seemed to relax just a bit, he pulled her
down firmly onto his prick, at the same time pushing up
into her. She squealed loudly as she felt her hymen
break and grabbed his upper arms so tight it hurt. But
it hadn't really hurt her as much as she had thought it
might. Just a sharp pain, and then a little soreness.
And she was thrilled at how wonderful it felt to have
that Brad's huge muscle all the way inside her little
14 year-old cunny. "Oh man," she thought, "I've finally
done it!"
Brad and Becca's first fuck...
She looked for a minute like she was going to cry. He
circled her with his arms and held her tight, close to
him, soothing her with soft words. Then after a minute
or two, he rolled her over onto her back, laying on top
of her. Slowly he withdrew his cock from her little
opening and then just as slowly penetrated her again.
This time, she realized, it didn't hurt; instead, it
felt really good, really sweet and satisfying.
She whimpered and writhed under him then, and together
they began fucking - slowly at first, the pot making it
extra sweet. He held her tight as he stroked in and
out, only a little way, then all the way inside her and
around in small circles, grinding their pubic bones
together. He kissed her everywhere on her neck, her
ears, her lips, her cheeks and his hands squeezed and
rubbed her little ass.
He began to withdrew further, then re-enter deep, again
and again, all the way into her until his balls were
tight against her little butt. It felt so fucking good
he almost came several times and had to hold very
still, his prick throbbing in protest inside her, to
avoid cumming. Then he would start again: out slowly,
and back into her again, moving a little faster each
time, now.
Becca's ragged breathing evened out to short gasps of
pleasure as the pain was replaced by the pure pleasure
of Brad's long penis moving in and out of her. She ran
her hands up his back and onto his strong buttocks,
urging him on.
He slipped in and out of her smoothly now, each time
filling her small grasping pussy with his cock and then
just when she felt so good, she felt it sliding out
again until only his head was nestled inside her slit,
then back in to penetrate her again, and again. She
soon sensed his rhythm and matched his movements.
She heard the "slither" sound of his prick as it
slipped in and out of her. The sounds, the smells, the
delicious feelings of their young bodies fucking, were
all combining to raise their heat to boiling.
She ground her hips up against him, rocking with him,
arching to take more of him. Then he paused, looked
down at her, whispered, "Turn over baby." His cock
still deep inside her, he lifted one of her legs to
help her, and she managed to turn over under him,
without losing contact. Then he grasped her hips and
pulled her up against him, and quickly stroked in and
out of her several times to make up for the lost time.
Becca cums on Brad's cock...
Now Brad started fucking her in earnest, ramming
himself into her harder, pulling her back with each
thrust into himself. She was moaning steadily now,
loudly, and buried her face in the blanket to muffle
her cries. Her little butt was high in the air, she was
spread shamefully open and he was pounding into her.
And then Becca started to cum.
She squeezed her cunt around his big prick, and she
could feel waves of ripples moving inside her cuntal
channel. "Ohhh, Brad! It's cumming! Oh... Oh... fuck
me... now! NOW!!" Her girlish cries and the feeling of
her cunt squeezing him excited Brad enormously,
swelling his prick, turning him into a raging stallion.
He grabbed her hair, pulling her head up. With one hand
around her middle, the other holding her hair, he
thrust deep inside her hard and held himself there,
throbbing violently. She started shaking as she came
hard around him.
And Brad squirts into Becca...
He felt his own load starting in his balls. No stopping
now. He pushed even further into her and with little
contractions of his ass, he began pumping his cream far
up inside her, flooding her cunt with long, powerful
squirts of rich, thick, hot man juice.
Like statues, they froze motionless in extreme tension,
all his energy focused on emptying his balls inside
her, all hers on keeping herself open for him and his
cream. Then, they both collapsed, bodies exhausted from
the workout. Their loins where soaked with their sexual
fluids and sweat. They lay there, his prick just
outside her pussy, both of them panting for air. Brad
nudged himself back up just inside her slit, missing
the heat of her.
Becca spooned back against him, turned his head and
smiled. She ran her small hands up and down her sweaty
body, feeling alive and more awake than ever. He looked
down at her and smiled. How he would love to take her
over and over again.
A visitor to their love-tent...
He looked up and she noticed somebody at the tent door.
Brad let him in without even thinking twice. Becca
covered herself with a blanket and sat up to see
another young man come in. they laughed and talked for
a moment and Brad motioned to Becca, "Remember her from
earlier?" the man looked her up and down, smiling,
"Yeah. Remember me. Becca, was it? I'm Nat."
He reached out to shake her hand and she smiled as she
took it. He sat down on his knees in front of her. Nat
wore no shirt and he wore real sort tan cargo shorts
and was barefoot. He had a beer in one hand, which he
finished it off promptly.
Brad moved behind Becca on his knees and placed his
hands on her shoulders firmly. He spoke in her ear,
looking at Nat, "This is my good friend. He wanted to
come in here and meet you, you know, better than
before."
She didn't get what he was hinting at right away, but
then she caught on and let out a little gasp and
blushed, "Oh..." She was confused, not knowing what to
think. The idea didn't turn her off, but it did worry
her a little.
Brad produced another phat, lit it, toked it deep, and
passed it to Becca, who did the same and then passed it
to Nathan. They shared the joint pretty much in
silence, Nat all the while studying Becca's face and
what he could see of her body.
Brad was still naked, and his cock was still at half-
staff, so Nat was sure they'd fucked at least once, and
he knew he sure would like to share this pretty child-
girl, too. Pretty soon, the weed had relaxed them all,
and they were talking and laughing a lot more freely.
Brad suggests something...
Brad slid his thumbs under the top of her blanket and
slid it down a little bit, whispering in her ear, "Why
don't you show him your beautiful little bod?"
She hesitated, looking coyly at Nat, but let Brad slide
the blanket down to reveal her breasts with their
nipples hardening again rapidly. She looked Nat over
boldly, now, not at all displeased with him. He had
reddish hair, lots of light freckles, and green eyes.
He was almost as tall as Brad, and just as cute, but in
a different way. She could see that he was getting a
hard-on, because his shorts looked full and, she
wondered, "Is that what I think it is peeking out of
the leg of those shorts?"
Sure enough, she recognized the tip of a circumcised
penis there, against his leg, a large drop of clear
syrupy liquid at the little slit there. She smiled,
then giggled a little.
"What?" Nat asked, grinning.
She pointed and then cracked up. Nat looked down, then
both he and Brad saw it too and joined her in one of
those extended belly-laugh-ins you get now and then
with good grass. It took them a while to start to
recover, and by then Becca's blanket had fallen
completely away as she rolled with laughter. She was
now completely nude in front of Nat's eyes, and Nat
quickly sobered up as he scoped this beautiful sight.
Becca appears willing...
She was stoned enough to just lay there, all smoky-
eyed, kind of eager to go along with Brad and let Nat
do her.
Nat wasn't wasting any time, either. He plopped onto
his butt, and slipped his cargo shorts right down
without even unfastening them. Like Brad, Nat was naked
underneath, and already half-hard. His dick, Becca
noticed, wasn't quite as big as Brad's, but almost.
Like Brad, he was circumcised.
Now naked, Nat lay beside Becca, and lifted his leg
over her and dropped it between hers as he leaned in to
kiss her with warm, nice kisses, his hand busy on her
breasts, tweaking her little hard nipples. Becca was
starting to climb the ladder again, getting hotter,
feeling good!
Friendly sharing can be fun...
She had almost forgotten about Brad until he spoke up -
how could she forget him, she wondered. "Isn't she just
beautiful, man?" he asked Nat. "God yes," Nat answered
between kisses.
Becca felt Brad's hands join Nat's now, stroking her
body, her other breast, her thighs. The cool air coming
in the tent vent felt really good on her body and her
nipples grew hard and goosebumps crawled up and down
her body with the multitude of sensations from the air
and all the hands and lips now loving her.
Nat continued kissing her, a little more forcefully
now, while Brad sucked on her breast and played between
her legs. Becca wasn't sure where all this was going,
but it was very nice and she didn't pull away, she
kissed Nat back, and pushed herself into Brad's hands
and lips.
Then he hand found Nat's hot, hard prick and grasped
it, starting to stroke it up and down. He was really
leaking now. She reached out and pulled Brad's leg
until his cock, too, was within reach, grasped it - it
was already hard as a rock - and with a prick in each
hand she thought this was the most exciting thing she'd
ever experienced; she was in heaven.
After a while, Brad lifted her to her knees, then
pushed her forward onto her hands and knees again. She
looked back at him, wondering what he intended. Brad
just held her by the waist and bent her forward,
pushing gently but firmly on her back until her cute
teenaged butt was where he wanted it lined up with his
cock. As she turned her head back to the front, she saw
that Nat was kneeling in front of her, his prick
sticking straight out.
"God, that looks wonderful," she said, out loud so Nat
could hear. Nat smiled, touched her face with one hand
to steady her then moved his cock toward her lips.
She reached out with one hand and grasped the gorgeous,
hard, hot shaft in front of her, squeezing it.
"Harder," Nat said, "squeeze it as hard as you can."
"Noooo," she answered, I'll hurt you."
Nat shook his head, "No you won't. You never squeeze
balls hard, but you can squeeze a hard-on with all your
might and not hurt it... unless you're a weight
lifter."
"Well, okay," she said, and applied pressure with her
little hand as hard as she could to his massive muscle.
Nat sighed deeply, "God, that's good, girl. My cock has
been about to explode all night, and I needed that
wonderful counter-pressure. Now," he said, pushing it
closer to her mouth, "how about licking it a little for
me?"
Two beautiful cocks tonight...
Brad smiled as he watched how she squeezed his friend's
hard-on. The way her little hand fit around it and the
way she looked as he pulled her head closer, urging her
to suck him. It made him proud of her. This was some
girl, Brad thought to himself.
Then Brad ran his hands around her soft creamy white
rump and spread the cheeks of her cute little butt
apart. He moved closer in between her legs and softly
rubbed his cock up and down narrow little ass-crack. He
slipped two fingers inside her pussy to gather her
juices, and she moaned and slipped back onto his
fingers, creaming even more.
Now she was sucking Nat's cock, taking him into her
mouth and throat deeper and deeper, harder and faster.
She wanted to look back to see what Brad was up to, but
Nat held her head firmly and pushed himself deep,
fucking in and out of her mouth slowly.
He was amazed at how good she was; he'd never been
sucked so deep before, and he'd never been in a three-
way, either. He couldn't make up his mind whether to
watch Becca's lips around his hard meat, or Brad about
to penetrate her little ass.
He bit his lip as she sucked him especially deep with a
powerful suction. Brad watched her head and slipped his
two fingers deeper inside her. Becca whimpered loudly
against Nat's cock and gurgled and moaned on the hard
staff.
She realized that she was starting to really like the
hot, cheesy taste of prick, and strangely, found it
really satisfying to suck on these things. She liked it
a lot!!
And now Brad is in her...
Then Brad slid his cock inside her pussy from behind,
pushing it slowly into her tight little box. He slowly
fucked her for a few minutes before pulling his wet
cock out and then, holding his hand firmly in the
middle of her back, he aimed his prick at her little
ass and began to push. With the help of her lubricating
juices, he soon popped his prick head past her
sphincter and there he let is just rest for a minute.
She jumped a little as he went into her, there... it
wasn't exactly painful, but it was... what?
uncomfortable?
But soon, she was focusing on sucking Nat again, and
the feeling in her little butt was okay then it was
good... then it was pretty good... then Brad was
pushing a little further into her and it was getting
downright pleasurable. And it just kept getting better
and better as, inch by inch Brad slipped his big,
veined pole into her little sweet butt and she sucked
Nat's cock deeper until her nose was pressing into his
dark hair and she actually felt his helmet-head down
inside her throat.
She knew if she didn't control herself, she'd gag, but
she'd already discovered how to breathe and swallow to
stop the gagging, and she was getting used to having
all that meat inside her mouth and inside her little
butt, too! She was just full of boy meat, and Becca
loved it!
It dawned on her, then, that she was being double
fucked. It sounded so dirty, so depraved and so sexy
that she started cumming and her little pussy just
squirted juice as the waves moved up her body one after
the other. It felt strange cumming with nothing filling
her pussy, but the prick in her ass was almost as good.
As her orgasm increased, she moaned from deep in her
chest, the vibration giving Nat a "hummer" on his
prick, still buried deep in her throat. It caused him
to lose his load right then and he squirted streams of
hot, creamy cum into the back of Becca's teenaged
throat.
Becca fought to swallow it down, remembering to gather
saliva to help. That movement of her cheeks and tongue
was the purest, absolute pleasure for Nat's prick like
a cock massage. As soon as his balls were empty, Nat
pulled from Becca's mouth and collapsed onto the
blanket, fighting for air.
Becca lowered her head to the blanket, which raised her
butt to a better angle for Brad, and he went deep into
her ass, moaning and groaning with every stroke. He
bent over Becca now, and reached under her with one
hand on her box and the other on one of her breasts.
Holding her tight, fingers inside her wet teen twat, an
orange-sized breast squeezed in the other hand, he
pressed into her and ejaculated deep in her bowels.
Ropes of searing hot cum squirted up from his balls --
pressing tight into her butt cheeks -- up the length of
his shaft only to be squeezed right back out of her
snug little ass by the tight fit of his cock in her
narrow channel.
Becca felt him cumming and screamed into the blanket
with the intense pleasure and excitement. Nat,
recovered a little, raised up on an elbow to watch his
friend finish fucking Becca's tight little butt - a
very hot scene, indeed. He wondered if he'd ever get
that chance, and felt his dick twitch in anticipation.
The sight so excited Nat that his cock was soon
standing proud again. He raised up to his knees and
moved to Becca. He rolled her over easily, leaned down
onto her and kissed her. "Can I fuck you now, Becca?"
he asked softly - expecting her to say no. She just
spread her legs, reached down for his prick, and guided
him right into her sweet little pussy slit.
They fucked slowly, easily, her legs first wrapping
around him, then spreading out... then Nat slipped an
arm under one of her legs and lifted it to his
shoulder, kissing her calf as his rod slipped in and
out of her. Brad watched this with keen interest, and
then slid over to kiss Becca's neck and ears and
breasts as Nat plowed her little furrow steadily.
It wasn't long before Nat paid his tribute to Becca
again, this time making very little noise, a quiet cum,
but from the arch of his back and good one. As he
seemed to finish, he suddenly was overtaken again and
had still another orgasm almost immediately. As Becca
felt that, she moaned out loud, almost wailing, and
pushed up against him and came too.
Afterglow...
After a few minutes, Brad produced still one more of
those fine, gold joints, and they all three shared it
easily, relaxed, fucked out, but all feeling good. As
they toked, brad found some towels and a water bottle,
and the boys first cleaned themselves, then lovingly
and carefully washed Becca's fine, lithe little body.
She was loving all the attention from these two
handsome studs. She wondered to herself just how she
got so lucky. Then she thought about going back to St.
Aloysius, and she realized it was time for public
school; she'd never be able to handle all weird priest-
nun stuff again, what with all their guilt trips and
mumbo-jumbo.
That night was ten years ago. Becca did switch to
public school, pestering her mom until she gave in. She
kept contact with both Brad and Nat, and the three of
them dated as a trio many times, enjoying wonderful sex
many times after that - several times in the woods
again, as they especially enjoyed that.
Four years later, when Becca was 18, she and Brad were
married, and moved to Seattle, soon to be joined by
Nat. Brad and Nat were hot shot computer programmers,
and they had taught Becca many of their skills.
The three set up housekeeping together in a very nice
condo while Becca attended community college, working
on her Computer Science degree, too. The trio worked
hard and invested in and then buying a Web consulting
and design business, making a small fortune before
Becca turned 25, still a very beautiful, leggy blonde.
The three are still together, sharing their lives and
love. There are no children yet, but they're thinking
about it.
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:jo