Greg Moran was the height of respectability.
He had one small flaw — he liked to secretly suck cock and, sometimes get fucked.
No one knew about this particular peccadillo; this penchant for occasionally cruising a beach/ park along the Mississippi River where men used to hang out… looking for hard cock… even sometimes during the day… sometimes naked, sunning in the sand dunes or in the tall grasses… or almost naked, on the woods path… looking for the right guy to fondle and suck… or even sometimes at night, part of the Brownian motion of men, both seeking and ashamed…
Mr. Moran tried to limit his perversions. He was a happily married, respectable, church going man whose wife would probably divorce him; whose children would be horrified; and whose friends and fellow congregants would totally shun him, if they ever found out about his needs… his lusts…
He tried to fight his urges. He would go months and months without looking for some random guy to have sex with… And even then, things usually didn’t pan out and he would be both ashamed and frustrated. So, finally, after many, many months, one Friday evening, when his wife and children had gone to visit his mother-in-law for a couple of weeks during summer vacation, he went to an anonymous Mississippi beach/park in Minnesota, where men prowled for sex on that hot, humid, July evening, to try and satisfy his perverse desires.
But, on that night… He got more than he bargained for…
He was drawn into getting naked and being ass fucked and then face fucked.
He was used over and over again until cum was everywhere.
Then, because he was a slave to his lusts, he ended up naked, cuffed, gagged, catharized, butt plugged, nipples clamped, balls weighted, and was forced to drive to a gay hangout to be used again…
From Minnesota Bound Part Two:
Cigarette and pot smoke wafted out of the door as they walked in. It was even hotter inside than it was outside. And the barn was full of men. All sorts of men. Naked men. Men dressed in leather with leather caps and leather pants. Men chained in place being whipped by other men. Men lying down or bending over being fucked. The place reeked of male sex, sweat, cock and cum. They passed a man strapped upside down to a giant wheel where another man was dripping hot wax from a candle, covering his balls and stiff cock, while other men watched, jerking off onto his face. Everywhere there were men being tortured while other men watched and enjoyed the scene.
“Hey John,” said a man as they walked up to a padded table contraption.
The voice sounded familiar but, Greg’s attention was drawn to the boy strapped to the table.
“HHHghgh UUucghhc” he moaned through his gag.
The boy’s legs were raised up, spread and tied up to a bar over and behind his head in an open vee, opening his ass cheeks and exposing his asshole which was open and dripping with cum. His wrists were tied to the same bar. His nuts and nipples were also tied and clamped to a pulley overhead, stretching them straight up from his body. His head hung over the edge of the contraption and another man was thrusting a fat cock in and out of the boy’s mouth, slamming it into his throat and back again.
This was insane! The boy was Rich Harris and he was dating Greg’s daughter!
Greg was paralyzed, watching his daughter’s naked boyfriend being forced fucked in this gay crazy barn!
“Well, I’ll be fucked,” said the man who had greeted John. “Where the fuck did you pick up Greg Moran?”
Something like terror gripped Greg as he looked up at the familiar voice of his Pastor!
The Pastor was dressed in a leather vest and black leather chaps with his naked groin totally exposed. His large, hairy cock was long and thick. He had rings through his hairy chest nipples, and he paused from whipping the Rich’s hairless cock and asshole.
This couldn’t be happening. This was insane. Here was Greg Moran, a bound and gagged slave, watching his Pastor whip his daughter’s boyfriend, who was naked and tied… He began to black out…
Minnesota Bound: My Story — Richard Harris
I was still a virgin at 18 in my Senior year of high school when I finally managed to get into Diane Moran’s pants. We were the same age, in the same class, and had known each other for years. We grew up together not only in school but, at our church, and the Country Club.
We finally started dating when we were Juniors in high school. We went out to movies; hung out at each other’s houses; went to Country Club parties and dances; and were considered boyfriend and girlfriend but, except for those goodnight kisses, we really didn’t start making out until our Senior year.
And that was tough on me.
You see, I was already an massive pervert and was practically schizophrenic between wanting to be a nice, friendly boyfriend and ripping the clothes off of Diane and fucking the hell out of her!
I masturbated a lot. A lot.
The problem was that my oldest brother had a huge secret collection of porn novels that I stumbled across and… they ended up defining everything about how sex ought to come down.
It was an incredible panoply of sex – sex with women; sex with girls; sex with boys and girls; Dads and Moms with their sons and daughters; women tied up and whipped in dungeons; women getting fucked in their cunts; getting force fucked in their throats; getting fucked hard in the ass; boys fucking boys; sons getting it in the ass from their Dads; brothers fucking sisters; brothers fucking sisters and Dads and Moms and Aunts and Uncles and bananas and dildos and gear shifts and whatever…
I was masturbating to the Golden Age of the pornographic novel industry.
I would take a novel and go out into the fields or woods, get naked an jerk off.
If no one was home, I would sometimes get naked, coat my body with oil and masturbate, sometimes guiltily sliding my fingers into my asshole, wondering what it would be like to get fucked.
I experimented with different techniques of cumming. I started Not jerking off to see how much cum I could produce after abstaining. I got to the point where, lying on my back, I could rocket a fountain of cum to hit my face! With the right jerk off technique, I could cum for 30 seconds or more, pulsing and shooting spurt after spurt of thick white sperm; squeezing my cock; utterly losing my fucking mind… I was deeply ashamed of all of this, especially when I would lick up my own sperm from my lips but, I couldn’t stop. All I could do was hold off for a week or more until I had to jerk off again, drenching myself with my own jiz…
Meanwhile, by the time we were Seniors, Diane and I were established as “a couple” who were probably destined to be married eventually.
And, the thing is, I was pretty good looking and, a star on the swimming team. Which meant that there were times when my circumcised cock, which was 8″ hard (in my mind 9 or 10 inches) was outlined nicely in my speedo.
Which meant that there were a few girls who came onto me…
Which ultimately meant that if I didn’t fuck Diane, I was going to fuck someone! Which meant that I would sometimes get hard in my speedo if I wasn’t careful about my thoughts.
This was all crazy. I was a desperate pervert and had no one to talk to about it.
Diane was a beautiful girl, and we really did like each other. She was about 5′ 6″ tall, (I was 6 foot) and had a very cute body. Long straight, dirty blond hair, a round face with big hazel eyes and nice lips. Her breasts were pert and medium sized, just right on her thin, shapely body. She had nice hips and an ass that she wiggled when she wanted it to. Her clothing was classy and just sexy enough in out Conservative community to look great! She would wear dresses slit down the leg that were more enticing than miniskirts. She sometimes wore loose tops that made you look, wondering if she was naked underneath. She looked hot.
But, as I said, we had progressed very slowly until our Senior year when we started really making out. After countless times of passionate French kissing, exchanging tongues and really turning each other on, I finally started trying to get her bra off.
We had been dating so long that we were sometimes alone in each other’s houses and there is where I spent some time making out, rather clumsily pawing at her breasts and unsuccessfully trying to free them. She always resisted and I was always too chicken to force the issue so there were times when I would go to the bathroom and quickly jerk off just to not ruin our relationship by forcing her into something which was against our religion. But the hot porn scenarios were constantly in my head.
During one winter, our church youth group went on a retreat to another church out of state. All of us slept in that church’s large lounge common room in sleeping bags, boys and girls in the same room. Unfortunately, Diane couldn’t make it but, my sexual perversion fantasies still plagued me, surrounded by so many girls, some of which would probably be fuckable… I hadn’t jerked off for almost two weeks and, well…
While everyone else was sleeping, I got up around 2 AM and started wandering around in only my tighty whitey underwear, trying to find a spot to jerk off by myself other than the bathroom.
The church’s main sanctuary was dark when I walked in. I walked through the pews up past the choir stalls to the altar. I felt like such a pervert, dressed only in my underwear, and now my thick cock was hard, wanting to come out as I walked up behind the altar.
Everything was quiet and dim as I looked around and started massaging my hard fat dick through my underwear. Damn, I was fucking hot…
I finally stripped off my underwear and then committed the ultimate sacrilege. I removed the cross; the candle holders; the chalice and plate from the altar, buck naked, hard as a rock, and took off the altar cover. I put it on the floor behind the alar and… laid down on it and started fantasizing about fucking Diane, stroking my hard cock… This was so fucking perverse, I loved it. I was squeezing my hard 8″ shaft, rubbing it slowly up and down, stimulating my sensitive cock head, even moaning a bit as I imagined raping Diane as she resisted….
“Richard Harris!”
My eyes opened, and I saw Dale Wycoff, another Senior classmate staring at me, illuminated only by the glow of the Eternal lamp.
Fuck!
I jumped up, facing her, but… she didn’t look angry or even embarrassed. She was staring at my hard on, my hand still on its thick girth.
Dale was dressed in an oversized button up shirt or pajama top, that barely reached the top of her thighs. She certainly wasn’t wearing a bra… I didn’t know whether she had panties on…
“Fuck!” I blurted out. “What are you doing here?”
She laughed and said, “What are You doing Richard?” still staring at my still hard cock.
Dale was a big girl who had a crush on me. I had also known her most of my life and we had dated a couple of times before I started going steady with Diane. I knew she really liked me but, she was pretty fat (healthy, very attractive freckled face, wavy black hair, smooth skin and 18 years old, but fat) and I never wanted to pursue her. Every so often, she attempted to pursue me. As she saw me naked and hard, standing in front of her, she managed to look both shocked and intrigued.
She stepped closer, right next to me and, looking up at my face now, she asked, “What are you doing, Rich?”
She was standing in front of me. My hard cock was touching her body.
“Ohhh…” I breathed, not moving, as my cock head, flowing with precum, got her shirt wet.
Then, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, just like this was some kind of movie or novel or, in my case, a porn novel! What could I do? I kissed her and her mouth instantly opened. I slipped my tongue inside and she responded with her tongue. Now, my hard cock pressed against her as I hugged her to me.
I was getting harder and hotter as we continued exchanging tongues. My hands were feeling her big ass through the fabric of her shirt, and I was practically humping her leg when she broke away and breathed, “What if someone comes in?”
I saw no chance of that, but I took her hand anyway and pulled her down to the altar covering on the floor.
“No one can see us here,” I breathed, sliding down the wall, facing the altar, my hand in hers.
My throbbing dick was wet and huge. She gave me a warm look and sat down beside me. I instantly started kissing her again, laying her down on altar covering. My mouth moved from her lips to her neck, licking her, nibbling at her throat. My hands were at her shirt’s front, at her breasts. She didn’t try to stop me. Oh man! After a couple of months of being denied by Diane, this was really hot!
I alternately fumbled with her buttons and massaged her large breasts, feeling her nipples come to life beneath the fabric, continuing to move my mouth from her throat to her lips to her tongue to her face. She was moving her chest in response to my roving hands, enjoying the attention. I unbuttoned each button and slipped my hand onto her naked flesh, exposing one huge breast. She didn’t stop me!
I cupped the hard nipple in my hand, a sensual electricity running from her breast down to my burning cock. I frantically unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and pushed it open. Her bare breasts were exposed in their young purity. I was in awe. With her shirt spread on the floor, she was naked except for her beige panties. Her fat body was flattened as she lay on the floor. Her smooth, white flesh was flawless. Her tummy was a virgin territory that rolled down to her belly button, a growth of black hair starting below it and increasing until it disappeared under her panties. She had magnificent breasts with large, dark nipples. They were huge and well rounded. They were wet dreams that stood straight up from her body, sagging not at all – they were incredible! I licked at her hard nipples, filling my mouth with her firm teats, wetting her aureoles with my saliva. My hands kneaded the fleshy sides of her tits, sliding over her pointy tips, back down to her shoulders, her shirt, her back. My heart was pounding, and my dick was throbbing as I felt her grasp it with her hot hands.
“Oh, yes Richard,” she murmured. “Oh yes Rich, that’s so nice. Oh, Rich, I love you.”
She sounded so hot and turned on. Her body writhed with mine as I rubbed my steel hard erection against her on the church floor, humping her hand and her leg. I continued to knead one massive breast with one hand, my mouth fastened on her other burning nipple. With the other hand, I moved down to her stomach, massaging her flesh, creeping toward her panties, our arms touching as she continued to fondle my hot meat while I felt the black curls of her hairy bush. I slid my hand into her panties. She moaned and she pushed her hot pussy against my hand. Oh God, I could feel the wetness at the top of her cunt. She was that wet. Her panties were wet against the back of my hand. The thought overwhelmed my senses and I felt myself being drawn farther into an inferno of lust.
Dale raised her hips, one hand still gripping my naked cock, as I pulled her panties down. She moaned as I covered her mouth with mine, slid my tongue in to mix my saliva with hers. My fingers continued to move through her thick cunt bush sliding into her wet, wet slit.
“Ohhhhh” she moaned as I shuddered, trying to pull her panties further down for her to open her legs to my questing hand.
I groaned with longing and went back to working on her tits, licking and sucking the huge mounds, massaging and squeezing them with one hand as the other ripped her panties down her fat legs, tearing them in my haste to spread her thighs. I started to move my body over her leg, rubbing my aching dick on her naked flesh.
She let go of my cock and started running her hands up my back and down to my ass, pulling me to her groin as I settled in between her legs, opening her oversize thighs to accommodate me. She moved her hips with mine, grinding our two naked crotches together, her juices now coating my hot meat. I could smell her now, her hot cunt smell permeating the altar area. I humped my hard pole on her wet pubis mound sliding up and down her vaginal lips. I rubbed my thick eight inches from her belly, all the way down her cunt crack, our pre fuck juices flowing copiously. I could feel her young flesh underneath mine, our naked bodies rubbing together. My mouth was on hers, my chest crushing her great tits. I felt her rigid nipples pressing into my bare flesh. The world was a sensation of mammoth breasts, vibrating nipples, tongues and wet cunt.
“Ohhh Rich, Rich, Rich, yes, yes, YES,” she cried out, grinding her hot cunt clit against my chafing cock, vibrating and squealing in orgasm.
I freed my ass from her hot embrace and tried to poke my large cock head into her virgin cunt.
She was still squealing with passion as I felt myself enter her liquid love tunnel…
“Stop this right now!!!” I heard a voice say from behind us!
I looked back in terror at Father Mac standing not three feet away from our naked writhing forms.
“Get off her Moran!” he demanded.
“Ohhhhh…” I exclaimed, halfway between crying and moaning, as I rolled off Dale, all the way over again, facing the floor on top of the altar cover, hiding my face and my soaking wet cock. This was so fucked.
“Get dressed Dale and go back to bed,” said Father Murray.
I just laid there, trying not to rub my hard unfulfilled cock against the altar cover as I heard Dale get up.
“I’m so sorry Father…” I heard her say as she put herself back together.
“We’ll talk tomorrow, young lady. Now Go to Bed!” he said.
No. no. no… I thought. This will destroy me… my relationship with Diane; my parents; her parents; everybody’s parents; the Country Club; and… the church.
This was so bad. I knew that most kids were “looser” than was our little community but, this was bad.
“Get up Moran,” said my pastor, “Right now.”
I rolled over and tried to stand up with one hand covering my still hard cock. Why the fuck was my cock still hard? I was so ashamed.
“You were fucking her on the altar cover?!!” said Father Mac. “That’s not nice.”
“I didn’t… uh… fuck her,” I protested, now looking at my Pastor.
He just said “fucking.” That was strange. And he didn’t seem all that angry. That was also strange.
“Let’s pick this up and put it back on the altar and hope no one notices that it was wet with Dale’s cunt juices,” said my Pastor as he bent down to pick up the tapestry covering, nodding his head that I should pick up the other side.
This was getting weirder and weirder. First, he also said “cunt juices” which were still permeating the air. Next, he seemed to accept that I was naked and hard (although I was getting less so as we adjusted the altar cover).
“Okay, my boy, up you go. Sit on the altar.” said Father Mac.
What? What? I was totally confused as he helped lift me up and sat me on the altar.
Damn! He stood in front of me. “Now Richard,” he said as he put his hands on my knees and spread them a little farther apart just, “What you and Dale were doing here is very dangerous. What if she got pregnant?”
My half-mast cock started stirring again while Father Moran lectured me. If felt like he was caressing the inside of my thighs as he looked straight into my eyes.
“I know you young fellows are horny all the time and don’t think about these things,” he said, griping my thighs and spreading them still farther apart.
My mouth opened as I stared into his eyes, my cock fully hard again! What was he doing? Why…
“You think with your cock. Every time it gets hard, all the blood leaves your brain and all you want to do is fuck. Well, we can’t have that.”
His hands moved up my thighs to my balls, pressing against them, until he slid them up to my throbbing prick!
“Ohhhh” I moaned.
This was surreal.
Without looking from my eyes, Father Mac started working his hands up and down my hard shaft, still wet with Dale’s hot fuck juices, twisting slightly, causing the most incredible sensations.
“The next time you think about raping a young girl; in church; at the altar; even though the sexy cunt is wet and wanting you to fuck her, you must say no!”
“Ohhhhhh…” I moaned as he squeezed my thick shaft for emphasis.
“I know you want to take this fat cock of yours and fuck it into her hot wet, virgin cunt but you must not.”
“Ohhh God…” I moaned as I broke eye contact and started moving my hips to fuck his hand.
God! This was unbelievable. So fucking hot. He was going to make me cum.
“You come to your pastor, Richie. I’ve known you and boys like you for longer than you’ve been alive. There’s one sure fire way to keep you randy fucks from getting a poor girl pregnant.”
With that, he lowered his head and his wet sucking mouth engulfed my prick, his tongue working magic while one hand jerked the base of my cock and the other snaked a finger around under my balls, sliding hard across my perineum to my puckered asshole.
“Ohh, Ohhh, Ohhhh, NOooo, AAHHHHH,” I cried out as he swallowed my entire shaft into his throat and I shot my hot sperm into my pastor’s gullet.
My head exploded into this pornographic vision come true; my naked body writhing on the altar as Father Mac painfully shoved one digit into my virgin ass.
“AHHH… Ahhhh… AHHHhhhh!” I moaned and convulsed as I shot buckets of pent up cum into my Pastor!
Over and over and over my hot jiz spurted into Father Mac’s throat and mouth. I convulsed naked on the altar as he kept on sucking and swallowing my hot boy cum… My whole mind and body going into an agonizing white noise of bliss…
Even after I finally stopped cumming he kept on licking and sucking while I moaned.
“No… No… no please stop I can’t please… I panted, trying to push away his hungry mouth.
“AHHhhhhh…” I sighed as he released my painfully overstimulated meat.
“Now get back to bed and no more fucking around with Dale” my pastor ordered. “And put everything back on the altar where it’s supposed to go. Now.”
I was still dazed and panting from an incredible orgasm as he walked away… What the fuck just happened!? He… He…. Fucking Father Mac just sucked my cock!! I couldn’t think. I didn’t know what to think. I felt like I was in a trance as I got up and arranged the altar cover and put everything back where it belonged. I stared at where I had been sitting and it looked like a wet spot… Damn. I was still naked, and I put my underwear on and stumbled back to the sleeping room. I crept in unnoticed, I think, and got into my bag. What the fuck… what the fucking fuck… I drifted off to sleep.
The weirdest part of the whole episode was not that Father Mac had blown me and swallowed my cum — I tried to simply ignore that; put it from my mind. No, the weirdest thing was that Dale now considered us engaged. She really considered us engaged to be married. In her mind, the scene was a courtship me almost fucking her was a proposal and that was that.
I tried to take advantage of her again, trying to get her pants off even while explaining that this was only a mutual exploration – that we were not going steady or were not engaged, but she wouldn’t have any of it. Diane was still my girlfriend even though I would have fucked Dale (or anyone) at the drop of a hat but, as the days went by, Dale got increasingly more pissed off at my denial of my commitment,” and finally, I just stopped seeing her at all. I convinced her that we were not getting married by flaunting my (still sexless) relationship with Diane in her face.
Father Mac didn’t treat me any differently at all after that and as I didn’t want to even think about it, I began to think that maybe it was just my porn novel imagination that dreamed he sucked my cock…
In the Spring of our Senior year, Diane and I would go on a date and then “go parking” somewhere. I got to make out with her and fondle her body but, she still wouldn’t let me get to her naked breasts or the hot flesh of her pussy.
Then, finally, after another hot, horny and hard session in the front seat of my mom’s car, I got her bra off while parking.
We were engaged in our usual embrace. I started off casually, my arm around her. She settled back into me, and I started nuzzling her cheeks with my lips, lightly kissing her until she responded by turning her face towards me, our mouths meeting. As we kissed, I gently probed her mouth with my tongue. She responded with hers, meeting mine and my lips pressed harder against hers, my arms awkwardly drawing her to me, maneuvering in the front seat of the car. This night, instead of my ordinary mashing of lips and teeth that had been my clumsy make out technique, I began kissing Diane on her neck, its smoothness stretching out, open to my touch. I remembered Dale and her passion and continued to lick Dawn’s throat, and then I nibbled at her ears. She sighed with satisfaction. When my fingers started to tug at her shirt, pulling it out of her skirt, she seemed not to care. I trembled as my hand slipped inside her blouse touching her bare flesh, kneading her skin, running over the smoothness of her belly. I moved upwards and touched her bra, all the while showering her face and neck with passionate kisses. Then, as usual, she tried to stop me reaching under her shirt and grabbing my wrist, exposing her flat abdomen as her own arm lifted up her blouse.
“Richard… no,” she breathed softly. “Please!”
For the first time since we had been dating, I didn’t stop. My hand kept up its incursion, feeling her breast through her bra. I pulled her restraining hand away from mine and held it as I massaged first one breast, then the other.
“Ohh, Richard, oh, please, no,” she sighed, shivering at my persistence. My cock was stiffening in my pants as my fingers moved from her sheathed titties to her warm flesh. I let go of her hand and embraced her, both my hands under her shirt, fumbling with the clasp on her bra.
“No, Rich,” she insisted, “I mean it.”
She tried to squirm away but I continued to thrust my tongue into her mouth and I finally loosened her bra, quickly pushing it up and grabbing hold of her breasts.
“Noo, Richard…” she whimpered.
I lifted up her shirt and moved my mouth to her nipples. I groaned in satisfaction as my tongue finally lapped at my prize. They hardened even as Diane turned her head away in dismay.
“C’mon, Diane,” I said, removing my mouth and gently rolling her taut nipples between my fingers. My heart was thudding in triumph. Her breasts were so smooth and beautiful.
“Ooohhh,” she moaned, “This is wrong.”
“No,” I protested, “You’re beautiful. I love your breasts.”
I looked at them and caressed them in appreciation. They were much smaller than Dale’s but those were the only other breasts I had ever played with. They were large, firm, athletic looking tits that were smooth that matched her trim body. Her brown, pinkish aureoles haloed each hard nub that peaked flawlessly. I caressed them with my palms and fingers, moving my mouth back to them, savoring her flesh; the stiffness of the tips her nipples.
Diane finally stopped resisting and let me minister to her. She moaned softly as she relaxed, and I enjoyed her womanly charms. I continued stroking her naked upper body with one hand, my other descending to her waist. Now that I reached one treasure, my stiff cock desired another. I slipped my hand in the slit of her disarrayed skirt, pushing it up and exposing a white cotton thong. I moved my hand to the front of her humid pulsing pussy, my fingertips stroking the damp cloth. Our tongues were probing each other’s hot mouths. My other hand was stroking her freed breasts, playing with her nipples. I pushed the elastic aside on her panties with my fingers and touched her wet slot. She whimpered and thrust her hips against my hand. I squeezed my hand farther in, one finger probing her hot cunt. My cock jerked and pulsed as I trembled with passion. I pushed her thong aside and opened her cunt lips with my fingers, removing my other hand from her breasts, frantically undoing my belt and pants when she froze against me. One hand clamped around my wrist, and she pulled her gasping mouth from mine saying, “Wait, do you have protection?”
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! My balls were aching, but I realized that I didn’t want to get her pregnant.
I said, “No, but there are other ways to… uh… do this.”
“What do you mean?” she asked, her perfect exposed tits inches from my eyes, my hard member sticky in my pants.
I punked out. I couldn’t bring myself to discuss sex, sucking, hand jobs, anal or whatever else with her.
Yes, I was a world class pervert, but only in secret. Sex was dirty and I couldn’t suggest my perversions to my beautiful girlfriend. So, after some more unsatisfying pussy rubbing and tit sucking, we went home, still unfulfilled. I jerked off to wild fantasies of fucking Diane forever.
I bought some condoms.
We went out again a week later. We went parking again.
When we started making out, I could tell Diane was nervous — so was I — but she also seemed more turned on by our kissing than she ever had been before. Our tongues were in each other’s mouths as she kissed me passionately back. This time, although Diane tensed slightly, she easily let me open her blouse and then… open her bra. Oh fuck — I loved the feel of her tits as I eased her blouse off her body and removed her bra.
“Ohh. Ohhh…” she moaned slightly as I leaned over to lick her hard nipples.
Jesus. This was so fucking hot…
I moved my hand under her skirt and rubbed her panty clad cunt. She opened her legs for me and let my fingers stroke her as she moaned again.
“Let’s go in the back,” I said huskily, leaning my seat way back and crawling into the back of my mom’s large minivan where I had already spread a blanket in anticipation of us fucking.
Diane looked a little dazed as I helped her, topless, her naked tits hanging out, into the back. She might have been scared but she didn’t protest when I laid her down. She sighed a little as I went back to licking and kissing her tits. At the same time, I unzipped her skirt, shoving my hand into her panties…
“Oooo…” she squirmed as my fingers slipped past her cunt lips. “Oh Rich… I don’t… please… I… I…”
She hugged me, and I kissed her more passionately, driving my tongue into her mouth, pulling down her skirt and panties. I had to fuck her! God, my cock was so hard. I could see her cunt was covered by fine curls of blondish hair as I frantically pulled off her clothes, and then mine, practically ripping the buttons off my shirt. Oh fuck — Diane was helping me by undoing my pants. Oh, fucking fuck…
I slipped off my pants and then was cursing myself as I tried to find the rubber in my pocket. I tore it open, and Diane watched me as I struggled to put it on. It was hard to cover my hard hard on! I felt like I was about to cum just by putting on the condom.
As we stared at each other’s naked bodies, she opened her legs and I knelt between them. I grabbed my cock and tried to guide it into her.
“Ooohhh” she said wide eyed as I pushed at her, missing, my cock jamming into her clit.
I reached down and spread her cunt lips as I tried to find her hole.
I fumbled around, sticking my fingers into her, trying to open her up.
“Please,” whispered Diane, “I don’t know Rich… Maybe… uhhhh…”
She moaned when, almost by accident, I rubbed some of her vaginal secretions against her clitoris. She shuddered and grasped me while I tried to guide my cock into her hot fuck hole.
“Ooohhhh ohhhh ohhh,” I moaned, cumming as I slammed my whole length into her virgin cunt, breaking her hymen.
“AAAAAAAAhhh” she screamed, surprised at the pain as my thick meat ripped away her virginity with almost no preparation.
“Owwooohhhh Nooo…” she cried as I blasted my cum into the rubber while I slammed my cock in and out of her cunt.
Her nails dug into my ass as she was practically sobbing while my full length was embedded inside her, throbbing, cumming, as I collapsed on top of her.
“Oooohhh…” I groaned while Diane tried to wiggle beneath me, adjusting her torn pussy to my girth…
“AAAHhhhhh” I sighed.
I felt our hearts beating as I lay there panting, uncomfortable, not sure of what to do next. It felt so weird. I was afraid to look at Diane and my mind was filled with confusing thoughts of Dale and her big tits and…
I thought… I didn’t know what to think… I remembered Father Mac sucking my cock and how awesome that had been… This was… was…
Diane moved beneath me and I realized I was probably crushing her so I rolled off… But my condom slipped off mostly still inside her… Fuck! This was all so awkward. I tentatively put my hand back onto her naked bush and felt for the condom.
“Mmmmm…” murmured Diane with her eyes closed, spreading her legs a bit for my questing hand.
Fuck. She didn’t know what I was doing. I found the rubber and pulled it out of her, hoping that my cum wasn’t spilling out into her womb.
“Ohh.” She exclaimed as I moved my hand back with the wet condom in it.
Shit. It felt disgusting. And later, I saw I had gotten blood on my hands. I didn’t know what to think. Jerking off to porn was better than this. Fuck. Father Mac’s blow job was better than this… I found her clothes and we got dressed.
“Was it good?” Diane asked plaintively.
“Oh. That was fantastic Diane. It was great.” I lied, not knowing what to say.
We didn’t talk much as I drove her home, both feeling a little sad and confused over what we had done.
But, instead of waiting for next week, I asked Diane if she wanted to get together again the next night. We could talk then.
It was a very warm Late Spring evening, and we went for a walk in the fields behind Diane’s house.
I managed to score some pot from a friend, and I figured we could loosen up if we both got high. We smoked; coughed; and tried to talk around the other night — Diane being fearful (because I am sure she got no pleasure from it, just pain) and me still wondering what the fuck we did…
But then, I was high.
I just leaned into Diane and started kissing her again.
I think she must have been high also because it was like magic, our tongues merged into lustful animals, exploring each other’s mouths, dueling in desire.
As I caressed her lithe body, she reciprocated, moving her hands to my neck and back in feverish excitement. She laid back on the ground and, with no resistance at all, helped me, as I undressed her, removing her blouse, then her bra. She raised her hips for me as I slid her jeans down her shapely legs. Then, with me fully clothed and Diane only clad in her panties, I started excitedly toying with her. My hands and mouth were at her breasts, now slicked with sweat on this hot Spring night, and rolling with excitement. She arched her body so her stiff nipples could reach my probing tongue and lips. She cried out with desire as I wrapped her hair in one hand, pulling her head back, so that her shapely neck was taut and open to my assault. I slid my hand over the concave firmness of her stomach, stopping to play with her belly button as she quivered with passion.
“Ohhh. Ohhhhh, Greg, Greg, Greg!” she moaned, lost in the sensations of sex.
My hand pushed itself into her panties and captured her golden slit. She gasped and opened her legs for me as I plunged my fingers into her hot wetness and spread her juices over her crotch, grasping and covering her bushy vagina with my whole hand. Her hips lifted and I shoved her now damp panties down her legs, leaving her totally naked and exposed. She spread her thighs farther as first one, then several of my fingers dipped into her hot box, saturating her short pubic hairs with her secretions, trickling her liquids down the crack of her ass. She was rolling her head from side to side at my offense on her naked form and then she suddenly reached up and started tearing at my clothes. She was afire, hot with sweat, nude and wanting me naked too.
Within seconds, she had my shirt off and was rubbing my chest, her hands brushing my wispy curls and nipples as she sat up and placed her mouth on mine, driving her tongue almost into my throat. The feel of her sweat drenched tits pressing against my naked chest was suddenly a wet dream come true. Her bare body against mine had my dick ripping a hole in my pants.
Keeping my mouth on hers, I wiggled off my pants and underwear, feeling my cock slide against her naked leg and ass and stomach as I struggled to free myself. When at last I was naked, I pushed Dawn back down to the ground and, pausing frantically to put on a condom, I plunged my raging manhood again into her slippery, waiting cunt.
She groaned, “AHHHH! OOOHHH…” But this time, wrapped her legs around my naked ass, raking her fingernails down my back, pumping her hips up to meet my thrusts.
I put a hand flat on the ground on either side of her and pushed up from her hot, wet body and, practically lifting her off the ground each time with her legs clamped around me, I slammed my meat into her, pounding and thrusting with fury.
“UUUUUHH!” I cried, collapsing on her again as our sweaty bodies continued to slide back and forth.
I erupted into the rubber again as she ground her groin against mine, seeking release. But this time I kept on fucking, again and again, spurting my seed into the condom as she labored her crotch against mine, our pubic hairs mashed with sweat and her juices. When I again was spent, I continued sucking on her tits and licking the salty sweat off her neck.
This time, pulling out of her cunt hole, I slipped the cum filled condom off my still rigid member and, with the mosquitoes biting our liquid forms, we continued to slither our bodies together in passion, both moaning with pleasure. With every lick I tasted her hot, salty sweat, infused with her sex hormones. My cock remained hard and unyielding as I rubbed its slick, sticky surface on her thighs and belly.
Then, she opened her gorgeous thighs again, drawing me to her, inviting me to pierce her. I found her hot wet, open cunt with fingers, positioned myself and drove my still steel hard dick, naked, once more into the burning, drenched inferno of her pussy.
Again she wrapped her luscious legs around my body, sucking me deep within her dripping well. I placed my hands on her ass cheeks, touching her slick anal opening with my fingers as we pumped and thrust, back and forth, in and out. We fucked for minutes, for hours, for days, our bodies crushing each other, pounding naked flesh against naked flesh, my bare penis enclosed deep within the folds of her flooded vagina.
“AAHH, Ahh, Ahh, AAAHHHHH!” she cried clamping her pussy lips about my tool. “Yess!! Yess! YEEESSSSS!”
Her hips bucked, and she clawed at my back, shuddering in orgasm; in a pool of liquid sweat and passion. In unconscious, passionate desire to penetrate her in every way, I slipped a finger into her ass bud as she came and as she slammed into me; her tits were like spears in my chest.
“AHHHHHHH,” she screamed, her asshole convulsing on my finger. She panted and moaned, and I felt my own orgasm come again, my cock swelling, chafing, cumming, cummmming!!!
“AHHHHHH,” I cried with her, shooting my new load of sperm deep into her unprotected womb, my naked cock fucking her…
We continued to fuck for I don’t know how long. This was real sex. It was everything that I had dreamed fucking was supposed to be like… I never wanted to pull my cock out of her totally hot cunt. We slid against each other, mindlessly moaning. We fucked and fucked… And fucked some more…
She came again on my cock fucking her, shrieking in such ecstasy that I put my hand over her mouth afraid that someone would hear us. Now it felt like I was raping her hot naked body as she struggled against my hand, my hard meat continuing to fuck her burning cunt. She convulsed under me, continuing to cum; continuing to orgasm, crying and moaning against my hand; grinding against me over and over again.
“AHHHH Fuck!!,” I cried out, putting both hands on the ground again as I pile-drived my throbbing fuck tool into her hot squirming body, crushing her as I came again for the third time, pumping my jiz into her, overflowing her hot box with our juices.
I collapsed onto her heaving form, my prick still throbbing inside of her… Both of us still panting and moaning in stupefied passion…
After a while, I finally noticed that the mosquitos were eating me alive, attracted by our bodies awash with sweat and fuck fluids. We loosely put our shirts on and pulled up our pants over our naked groins. Ae walked back to her house, our shirts open, her wet tits exposed.
The house was dark when we got to her back door. As we kissed again, I slipped off our shirts. This time, she went for my pants and cock before I got to hers… We stripped naked again and I lifted Diane up, placing her on my thick 8″ cock again, sliding into her fuck hole with ease. She bounced up and down on my meat, using my shoulders for leverage while I pushed her against the house wall, fucking deeply into her liquid cunt. My cock was burning, chafing now but she was so hot and so wet that it just felt like I was fucking a burning piece of meat from the grill. God! This was so fucking perverse and so fucking good! We fucked naked at her back door both moaning again until finally, for the fourth fucking time, I spurted inside her, my cock feeling like it was on fire inside and out as I shuddered, weak kneed, buckling under her weight.
“Ohhhh, Jesus. Fuckkk…” I groaned as I set Diane back down on her feet, my burning spent cock sliding out of her cum filled hole.
I slid down her naked wet form, sitting on our clothes on the back patio, holding onto her slick lovely legs. I looked up at her smiling and saw our fuck juices dripping out of her cunt bush. Without thinking, as if in slow motion, I opened my mouth and caught a glob of sperm as it fell from her cunt.
I moaned again as I let my cum slide down my tongue. I got onto my knees, spread her legs a bit farther apart with my hands and started licking the wet insides of her thighs, lapping at the hairs of her groin.
Diane also moaned and staggered back against the wall of her house again.
I buried my nose at the top of her clit and started slurping on her hairy cunt lips, drinking my cum, her cum, our combined carnal flow, direct from her puffy vagina.
Diane grabbed my head and pushed it into her hot, hot cunt, rubbing her clit against my nose, immediately cumming again in small shuddering orgasms as I drowned in our love.
We fucked again…
I don’t remember what time we stopped or when I went home. I don’t even remember getting dressed. I woke up the next day in my own bed, my face and groin and chest crusted over with our dried cum, my cock hot and sore and aching.
God I wanted to fuck again…