A Mountain Retreat
Chapter 7
By Apollon
Story codes; Mg first Mb
It was happening really fast. They had barely returned from vacation with the announcement that they were moving, and Linda, Mark and Lacey were embroiled in packing. The kids showed excitement about their dad’s promotion. Mark and Linda did an admirable job of disguising their disappointment, at least to their dad.
When there were only a couple of days left and after a few hints from parents I asked Linda out. We chose a drive-in movie. My old Chevy had bench seats and Linda didn’t hesitate when she got in, just slid over close beside me. This was a bold move for the normally shy girl.
We weren’t really getting into the movie. Linda was looking sad while I made small talk trying to cheer her up, with how neat it was going to be in California.
“You know I don’t really want to move,” she said after a few minutes. “But it’s such a good thing for my dad.” Moisture welled up in her eyes and began to trickle down her cheek. I quickly put my arms around her and pulled her to me.
I lifted Linda’s tear-stained face and kissed her softly on the lips. Her arms went quickly around my neck and pulled me tighter kissing me back hard and pressing her tongue between my lips. I matched her effort and our tongues dueled for several minutes. Lifting my head and searching her blue eyes I see her wanting more and locked my lips with hers again.
We kept it up for several minutes and I could feel passion beginning to grow between us. Linda’s demeanor had changed, as she had just let down, and I could feel her heartbeat quicken as her fair skin flushed. My arm was around her and just over her shoulder and as we moved around I had brushed over a bra covered breast. She sat up for a second and took my hand and pulled it over her tit and held it there as she bent over and kissed me again.
Aside from pressing my hard-on against her when we danced a few times and an occasional brush of a breast, this was the boldest we had been with each other. We had joked around about sex before, but never engaged each other seriously. Not that I hadn’t thought about it before. But this was something new.
I let my fingers grip the cone of flesh picturing the shape that I had seen in swimming suits and tight tops. Sixteen-year-old Linda had nice tits. She seemed to be raising her chest accepting my attention. While we continued to kiss I moved my lips to her neck then back up to her lips. With each little action I could feel Linda growing more heated. I certainly was.
In for a penny in for a pound, I thought and slipped my hand under her top and back over her bra covered mound. She not only didn’t object but seemed to encourage more so I felt over and around trying to get my fingers under the fabric an on to flesh. The fullness of her breasts kept the garment tight and I determined there was only one way I could get full access.
Slipping my hand around Linda’s back I found the evil clasp and surprisingly was able to release it without the frustration I had experienced in High School. When the cups fell away I moved my hand back and closed my fingers on a firm cone-shaped wonder. I could feel her nipples pointed and hard and let my thumb rub over them.
I was happy it was the middle of the week and that our parking place wasn’t close to other cars as I pulled my head back and kissed down Linda’s neck. Then I want further and pulled the front of her top up and closed my lips over her nipple. She gasped just a little and pulled my head to her chest. She wanted me to do this.
As we both heated up and I go more aggressive with her tits I pressed against her bare leg knowing she must be able to feel my hard on. I wanted her to know she had turned me on. One of the biggest surprises of my life was next when I felt Linda’s hand search the front of my jeans and rest right on my stiff cock. While I mouthed her tits I let one hand fall behind her thigh wondering where this was going.
I got my answer when we both sat up and recovered as footsteps trudged past headed for the snack bar. Linda smiled sheepishly looking flushed with a trace of moisture on her forehead. I’m sure I looked the same. Then she leaned over and said, “Is there some place we can go more private?”
My mind quickly identified a place; we hung the speaker in its cradle and pulled out of the drive-in half way through the first feature.
About three miles away was the long-since retired farm of one of our church members. The lady’s husband had died a couple of years ago and she had sold off much of the land for an, as yet, un-built subdivision. It was from her we had bought the old but hardly used Chevy that I was driving and we looked after her place on the rare occasion that she visited her sister in another state.
The house sat back from the road on a long, tree lined dirt driveway that opened into an area between the house and old barn. It was fairly secluded for being close to town and not visible to neighbors. It was perfect.
I pulled up into the area in front of the old barn where tractors had once been parked, and shut off the lights. There was just enough glow to show the slight sparkle in Linda’s eyes as she looked at me expectantly and smiled. I pulled the release and moved the seat back thankful for the bench seats in the old Chevy. Then I leaned over and kissed her hard again.
Still unsure how far this was going, I pushed my hand under Linda’s top again and discovered she had not fastened her bra. Leaning her back against the passenger door I pushed both hands underneath gripping the firm cones. Then I leaned her up and pulled her top off over her head letting the bra fall off her shoulders. She eyed me as I cupped the cones in my hands again.
“These are beautiful,” I said, “You’re beautiful,” I added.
“I never thought you noticed them before,” Linda said, with a note of sarcasm.
“Oh, I noticed. I noticed when you first started growing them in Jr. High.,” I chuckled.
But you never did anything or tried anything with me,” she lamented.
“I wasn’t sure you’d want me too,” I said, still fondling.
“Oh, I wanted you to,” she breathed. “I’ve wanted you to for a long time.” A hint of moisture began to gather in her blue eyes. “And now I’m moving away and we don’t have any more time.”
“We have tonight,” I said.
“I know,” she whispered. “So we better not waste it,” and bent her face to mine kissing me hard and plunging her tongue between my lips and again letting her hand rub over my rigid dick. Linda was horny and her inhibitions were being replaced with desperation. I felt like I could do anything I wanted to. So I responded kissing her over her neck and shoulder, brushing my lips around her neck, down her chest, and once again locking my lips on her tits. We rolled against each other and scooted down farther on the seat. I reached behind me and opened the door giving us room for our feet and flipped the little black switch turning off the dome light.
Turning back I started kissing down Linda’s front again and reached for the button on her shorts. My own sense of opportunity and urgency was mounting and there was no protest as I undid the button and pulled at the zipper exposing her sheer panties. When I hooked my fingers at the waistband of both garments she raised her hips allowing me to pull her shorts down to her knees.
I hesitated while the veiled moonlight showed a triangular shadow of thin blonde pubes and the dim outline of Linda’s mound and pussy lips. I turned and pushed her shorts and panties down farther until they were off of one ankle. Starting just above Linda’s knee I slid my finger tips up along her thigh around her pubic mound, and then slipped my fingers between her legs and under the puffy lips of her sex. I felt Linda’s legs relax apart.
Anxious to keep progressing and feeling the same need in Linda I pressed a finger into the crevice feeling moisture. I rubbed up and down the slit finding an ample finger of flesh at the top. Calling on my recent experience with the immature Stephanie and remembering the articles in the Playboy Forum I had read on the subject, I began massaging it. Linda groaned and rolled her hips to meet my hand. With Stephanie I had moved slowly around her tiny button aware that with her it was sex play. With Linda I was moving more quickly.
Moving farther down the wet crevice I found the opening and let a finger slip inside where, I was pretty sure no others had been, except Linda’s maybe. Her hole was slick and easily accepted my finger so I joined it with another. I rubbed and probed, feeling some tightness inside, until Linda’s hips began moving more aggressively.
I rose up on my knees and reached for the snap on my jeans when Linda reached up pulled my zip and tugged on the front of my underwear. I pushed my jeans and all to my knees, doffed the polo shirt I was wearing and shuffled closer between her knees. She must have felt obligated to fondle me or, perhaps was judging my size and closed her fingers around my shaft stroking me clumsily for a few minutes. As I moved up she followed pulling my turgid unit toward her.
In keeping with what I had always read, I wanted to be sure she was ready and returned my fingers to her sex and then bent down with the intention of getting her ready with my tongue. She mumbled a small protest and pulled on my arms to bring me up on top of her. She was ready.
I positioned myself on my knees and lifted her legs up to get the proper angle. Hesitating only a few seconds I said, “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Yes, more than anything,” she breathed, “Please”. I lifted her hips a little more and spread the lips of her sex and placed the tip of my dick where I had located her opening. As I pressed in the crown and about another inch slipped into the wetness easily. Then as I pressed in farther I felt something like a wet rubber band encircle my shaft tightly.
My dick and balls were beginning to take charge and I pressed in harder. Linda winced and took in a quick breath. In my lust I hadn’t thought about her hymen and assumed I had just gone through it. It hadn’t been a barrier, more like a tight ring. When I felt it slip over the middle of my shaft I stopped and held still. Linda had grimaced but now I felt her relax some.
“OK?” I questioned. She nodded and I slowly pushed in the rest of the way until I felt her pubes mingle with mine. I leaned over letting my body rest on hers feeling her firm tits against my chest and her love tunnel tightly gripping my dick. I was there, completely inside. I was really doing it now, not just wetting the tip. Linda’s hands were on my arms and she was chewing her lower lip. As I started to move she did, too, just a little in and out at first then little longer strokes. Her arms came around me and I felt her hands on my bare back and slide down toward my butt. Her breathing got deeper and faster and her tunnel became wetter around my dick. I felt like her body wanted more of me and after a few more short strokes I lost total control, my dick took over and I began plunging deeply into my sixteen year old lover.
She met me stroke for stroke, gripping my naked butt and wrapping her legs around me and humping up to meet every thrust. Little grunts and mews escaped from her even when I pressed my lips to hers and thrust my tongue in. She was as horny and desperate as I was and we humped like rabbits until, all too soon, the surge ran through my loins and I erupted in a small gusher of semen and sperm flooding my friend and now first real lover’s womb with man seed.
As my spasms continued I remembered hearing that girls take longer to get off and seldom do the first time. So I kept plunging hoping to complete her as well. But I needn’t have worried. Linda began bucking underneath me and let loose a little cry of ecstasy that I hoped wasn’t heard by the neighbors.
When the shudders subsided we lay in a limp sweaty heap. I rested on my elbows to keep the weight off of Linda and smothered her face with kisses. When I raised my head to look at her she had her eyes closed.
“OK?” I asked quietly. Her eyes came open and she smiled, “Yes, definitely OK.” I gave her a peck on the nose. I’d heard all the stories about how it hurt and was never good the first time,” she whispered. “But it only hurt a little at first and then it was wonderful.”
“It was for me, too, better than I imagined,” I said. She looked at me questioningly. “You were my first, too.”
“Really? I would have thought you had lots of experience.”
“Nope, I’ve never really done it before.” I really didn’t think my little adventure with Stephanie counted. I never really got imbedded in the small tight pussy, and if I had I was sure it would be no where near as complete as what I had just experienced. With Steph it was more just play and experimenting. Linda and I had just made love.
Linda looked thoughtful for a few seconds. “Now that we finally started it’s too bad we have to end it.” I was sure she was thinking about moving. I was thinking about the rest of tonight.
“Well it doesn’t have to end quite yet,” I said. My dick had not completely deflated and was still imbedded. It began to harden even more. Linda looked up at me a slight grin on her face. She had felt it, too. I began to slowly move again, in and out. This time, there was much less urgency, and I took longer to build up to a slow steady rhythm. I was leaning on my outstretched arms looking into Linda’s face and watching her react to every stroke.
We kept going for several minutes until I felt my libido rise again. I was afraid that Linda hadn’t started to get there yet so I rose up and, as I kept moving, I ran my hands all over the nakedness before me, kneading breasts and brushing lightly with my fingers. Finally I let my fingers rest on the thin finger of flesh that was parting her crevice just above where my cock was sliding in. Her gasp told me it was a good move and I began to massage the little nub as I continued plunging in with my dick.
Linda gripped her lower lip with her teeth and let out a little squeak and then her hips started bucking again. I kept going watching her get off and sped up and felt her spasm again just as I did. I slowed gradually like a braking train, and as I felt my dick shrinking this time a thought past through my brain. We hadn’t used anything to prevent pregnancy.
Before pulling completely out, I grabbed some tissues from the glove box, wrapped one around my sticky shaft and left a wad near Linda’s leaking crack. She grabbed it and quickly covered her hole to catch any leak from reaching my seats. I discovered later that some had but thanked the old man that had put seat covers on.
After assuring Linda that no one could see us, I slipped my jeans off my ankles and we climbed out of the car. We walked around the farmhouse yard and settled in the moonlight leaning on and old picnic table on the old lady’s patio. I took in her nakedness and enjoyed the curves of her body. She let her hands shyly examine me. Then a thought struck me that had passed quickly through my head before.
“Umm, I guess, umm we were OK, I mean doing it tonight? You won’t get pregnant or anything?” Linda chuckled, “Or anything?” she mocked. “I checked the calendar, and it’s OK.”
When I mentioned I would have brought something had I known we would go as far as we did, she informed me that she wouldn’t have let me use it and that she didn’t care. She had intended to do it with me tonight, our last chance before she moved. I hugged her nakedness to me to keep her mind off of moving and as one might expect my soldier once again rose to attention. Linda leaned back on her elbows on the picnic table, eyeing my hard on, and gave me a devious little smile. My once shy friend, let her legs relax apart inviting my again. I moved over, got myself in position and entered her again in one slow motion. Marveling at the sensation, we smiled sinfully at each other and watched each other as we fucked.
In long slow steady strokes we maintained for, what seemed, a long time. Then we tried to keep our eyes open as we reached our orgasm. Pulling out slowly we shuffled back to the car and retrieved some tissue, and mopped the crusty residue. Standing beside the open door I hugged Linda to me and kissed her. “I don’t want this night to end,” she whispered.
“Me either,” I responded, and kissed her again. Our bodies were pressed together and I felt my cock swell again and let it work between Linda’s legs.
“We are so nasty,” she whispered, trapping it and moving suggestively again. I turned her toward the open car door and laid her down on her back on the front seat with her legs bent and open. Gently this time we made love again, until both of us began to get sore.
We laughed at the brazen night of sex that we had enjoyed, wondered why we hadn’t done it before. Linda cried a little on the way home and just before we parted at her door after a long gentle kiss.
Lacy was excited, Linda was despondent, Mark was sullen and their parents were resolved as they parted our house after dinner. They were leaving in the morning. Their furniture was packed. While their parents went to a motel, the girls were sharing the sofa bed at Steven and Stephanie’s house, Mark was staying with me. All were being collected early in the morning.
Mark was quiet as he stripped to his underwear and I pulled on an old pair of cut off sweats. It was still a warm night and the windows were open letting in some moonlight, and I closed the door to my bedroom as usual. We slipped into bed covering with just a sheet and lay there in the dark for several minutes. Then we began talking quietly about his prospects in California. There was a great youth football program and he’d be joining it right away. They were going to have a bigger, nicer house, and he was pleased that his dad was going to be in a better job and be earning a lot more.
But then he lamented he probably wouldn’t find close friends that he could enjoy what he had here. I knew he meant the sex. He described his most recent escapade with Steven, and another kid from down the block. Then he whispered the details of the strip poker game with Stephanie and Steve that included his younger sister. He described how she was starting to develop tits and he thought even a little hair. But he was disappointed when she cut short the game before things went further. Then he reported how cute Stephanie was getting and how cool she was at letting him see her naked.
I pictured the scene in my mind and realized both of us were quietly jerking off under the sheet. With nothing more being said Mark and I pushed at the sheet and began to tug at our underwear.
Then he announced that Stephanie had done it all the way with Steven and said she might let him “do it”. But they never had a chance. I revealed some of my little adventure with the kids while he was gone, leaving out many of the details. I also didn’t reveal that I had fucked his older sister two nights ago.
There was silence except for the rhythmic rustle of our hands until Mark suggested, “I really liked what we did when we went camping,” Mark offered. “We could do it again tonight, if you want to.” I had wondered to myself if after a full night of sex with a girl if I would have any interest in boys again. Given both of our horny states I was ready and willing to have fun with Mark tonight. Reminding him that we would have to be quiet our shorts came down and off and we both resumed jacking off. After eyeing each other’s activity a few minutes, we quietly pushed the sheet down and reached for each other’s tool.
“I’m getting a little bigger,” Mark announced, “And I’m getting a little hair.” His stiff boy dick did feel a little longer and a little thicker that it had a few weeks ago.
“Let’s see,” I said, and leaned up over the boy’s pale torso slipping my fingers under his stiff unit. I could feel a thin coat of downy fuzz and a few strands of stiffer longer pubic hairs. Leaning closer I pulled his weenie away from his belly and I make them out in the pale light from the window and acknowledged their presence. As he was doing with me, I let my fingers explore his ball sack and the two nuggets that seemed a bit larger and hanging lower.
“Some of the guys in Jr. High say it’s queer to do stuff with other guys. Do you think it is? I mean I really want to do stuff with girls but none my age like me.”
“Nah, most guys fool around with other guys they just don’t admit it,” I said. “It doesn’t mean you’re queer it’s just for fun that’s all. And I’m pretty sure you’ll have a lot of girl friends in California,” I reassured the boy and re-confirmed my own thoughts on the subject. “And then you’ll have them doing this.” I leaned farther over breaking Mark’s connection with my dick and slipping my mouth over his.
“Oh man, I hope so,” he whispered. “But I doubt they could do this any better than you and Steven.” I quietly agreed that boys generally knew better how to please another boy, and took to the task of pleasing Mark. After a few minutes of my effort the blonde boy moved his hands over my shoulders and back then to the back of my head.
“I can come more now,” he said, which I took as a warning. “I mean I don’t squirt like you, yet but more of clear stuff comes out.”
“Well we’ll have to see about that,” I said and bent to the task, sucking and jacking, willing this boy to an orgasm. It wasn’t long until I felt his boy balls pull up tightly in his sack and a quiet little gasp and quiver went through Mark and a few drops of salty semen oozed onto my tongue. When I felt his body relax I sat up, and pulled a tissue from the box next to my bed, spitting the last of Mark’s issue into it.
“Wow, you took it all the way,” he whispered. “I don’t know if I can do that,” he added moving down on the bed and taking my stiff dick in his hand.
“No need to,” I said and settled back as my young friend slipped his lips over my dick to repay the favor. He still could not get all of me in his mouth without gagging but his technique had improved. It must have been the practicing with Steven and the other boy from down the street they had included a few weeks ago.
Mark’s blonde head became more active, bobbing up and down and he must have sensed my temperature rising and pulled off and sat up. He rolled over facing away from me on his side and pushed his butt back toward me.
He didn’t say anything just reached back gently pulling my unit toward his waiting boy crack in an obvious invitation. Accepting I moved forward sliding the end of my dick into the sweat moistened crevice and traced up and down. With help from Mark guiding me, I felt his hole and the stiff ring around it and pushed feeling resistance.
“Just a minute,” I whispered, and reached for the bottle of lotion I kept next to my bed that I used to lube my hand on occasion. Applying an ample coat I moved back into position and with a few more attempts felt the end slide through the tight ring. Mark let out a breath then raised one leg giving me better access. The lotion did the trick and I slid slowly into the twelve-year-old’s tunnel. When I felt his firm cheeks against my belly I held still a few minutes before pulling back a little then pushing back in.
Mark confirmed that it was OK when I questioned and I began accelerating my assault thrusting up and in gradually getting faster. I pressed as much of my body against the boy as I could and reached around to find his boy tool hard once again and flexing upward in concert with my thrusts. We lay on our sides with his back to my front and with his knees bent and one leg raised to give me better access.
My first time with a girl had been great and I knew that I really wanted sex with girls and pledged to pursue as many as I could and be bolder about fucking them. But the sex with boys at scout camp and tonight, with a tight horny boy still felt wonderful, different but great, and filled a void in my natural urges. I decided if it was sex, I liked it, and sped up my tempo and moved my body tighter against him. The slickness of the lotion was working allowing me to go deeply in and out. I felt my balls tighten and surge begin. I gripped Mark’s dick and pumped it in rhythm with my thrusts. “I’m getting close,” I whispered in his ear, “I’m going to come.”
“Go for it,” he whispered over is shoulder at about the same time a torrent of hot come launched its self from my balls and blasted my young friend’s bowels. Gradually slowing I felt Mark clench milking the fluid from my shaft.
I slowly pulled out trying to catch the drips until I could reach a tissue box that was next to my bed. I wrapped one quickly around my leaking dick and pushed one into Mark’s crack to catch any leaks.
Mark took a tissue and dabbed at his butt crack then turned toward me. I could see the expectant look in his eyes in the dim light as he returned to stroking his rigid boy tool. It was his turn to do me. I rolled to my side and handed him the lotion. He grinned rubbed a bit on his dick. I pressed a little from the tube onto a finger and applied it where I was sure it was needed.
I rolled on my side in the same position Mark had been and reached for his stiff dick as he spooned up behind me. The boy had grown some since our last mountain adventure and it took several tries before he slid in. It pinched some as he cleared the ring but as he moved deeper the sensation was not unpleasant. The pre-teen boy’s enthusiasm mounted quickly and after a few minutes he rolled on top of me, spread my legs with his knees and began humping harder. I was being royally fucked by a four-inch dick.
Sweat was building up between us and Mark lay against my back pumping harder with his hips. I began to worry that our activity might be heard down the hall by my parents, when I heard Mark gasp softly and felt his body flex against me. Then a bit of warmness inside me indicated that Mark had indeed, come.
It was just starting to get light when my dad knocked on the door to let Mark know his family was in our driveway waiting. Fortunately, we had anticipated an early morning departure. Mark pulled on some sweats and washed up quickly in the bathroom. I dressed quickly and as he came back in the room to grab his small bag he stopped and looked at me with sleep-filled eyes. Without a word he grabbed me and hugged me then turned for the door.
I followed him out, joined my mom and dad who were offering their good-byes, as he climbed in the back seat I leaned in the window and only had time to wave at Linda and Lacey as their dad quickly backed the car out and pulled away.
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