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Subject: {ASSM} My Sex Life #3 (True,g/tt/f,nc,oral,ped,exhib,forced)
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Sex.
                  The great obsession.
                  These are the stories of my lives.  
                  Its permutations of cocks and cunts, holes and moans
and
    slick fluids.
                  The Internet affords me an opportunity to cater to a
    virtual exhibitionism.  I am able to fuck and get fucked in
public.
    There is no kinky activity I have to hide away for fear that my
    "normal" friends would consider me a deviant reprobate.  All of us
    voyeurs can watch as I relive My Sex Life and expose all of the
perverse
    things that I have done and that have been done to me - things
that
    I have never told anybody.
                  All of the stories written here are true.  I have
been
    eroticized all sorts of details in order create hot sex - but the
the
    actual "scenarios" happened.  In truth, sometimes the reality was
    far less interesting, exciting or pleasant.  But my purpose is to
    make you hard and wet.
                  I started writing these stories about six years ago.
 I
    picked it up again last year and decided to reprint the whole
thing
    again in order to fill in the missing links and because its still
    nostalgic.
                 If you would like to comment on these stories,
criticize
    them, or whatever, send inquiries to strangesub@yahoo.com

    My Sex Life #3
                           Further Perversions of Greg
    Another bizarre experience that must have happened sometime in the
summer of 1968 was a sort of "virtual sex" with a young girl.
     I was over playing with Eddie and another friend, Mike.  Mike had
to baby-sit some neighbor girls that lived across the street from him,
so we all went over there.  It was summer, we all had shorts on, and,
as was usual for me at that time, I wasn't wearing any underwear.  We
all sat down to watch TV along with the two older girls who were
probably 8 or 9 and wearing their nightgowns.  Mike and Eddie were
sitting on the couch with one of the girls, and I was sitting in the
stuffed armchair with the other girl sitting on my lap.  In that day
and age there was nothing strange about that, and I didn't think
anything of it myself.  She was just a kid!
    However, as she adjusted her seat while we were watching TV,  her
little ass sat directly on top of my cock.  It felt good and I began
getting hard.  I was a little bit worried, because my pervert life was
secret and I didn't want to get caught getting turned on by a nine
year old girl.  However, and if I took her off my lap and stood up, my
rapidly growing boner would have stuck out of my shorts like a tent
pole.
    Then I realized she was rubbing her little ass directly against my
cock!
     She kept on moving her butt until my now aching stiff pole was
resting right along the crack of her ass.  Unfortunately for me, it
was bent the wrong way, pointing down, so I knew she had to know what
she was doing because my cock head was trying to rise up between her
legs, practically forcing itself up to her little cunny.
    I was both fascinated and appalled.  We were supposed to be
babysitting!  Eddie and Mike and her sister were all sitting slightly
in front of us and had no idea what was happening.  My cock was
starting to hurt when she suddenly raised herself up and discreetly
flipped back her nightgown and sat down again, her now naked ass
straddling my stiff meat under my cotton shorts.
    It was agony as she continued to discreetly wriggle her ass crack
and cunt on my bent pole.
    I finally thought "fuck it" and reached my hand down to try and
straighten out my cock, but the little minx pressed down harder and
wouldn't let me get my hand under her without a struggle.  And I did
emphatically not want anyone to notice what the fuck was goin on.  All
I managed to do was to pull up my shorts leg, until my bare cock was
sticking partly out.
    The little hotbox then sat her now bare cunt and ass directly onto
my hard manhood and began clenching and squirming slightly, massaging
my naked tool resting in her bare crack.  My prick had to be rubbing
up against her little cunt lips, but I didn't really know.  I had
never even seen a real naked pussy.  But it felt like my cockhead was
being enveloped by folds of her bare flesh.  It could have been her
asshole for all I knew.  Or just her ass cheeks.  Or her cunt lips. 
All I knew was that it was still painful for me and I was freaking.  I
wanted to shove my dick into wherever it was and I was totally turned
on.  But I knew I couldn't cum.  I mustn't cum.  I was afraid she
would get pregnant.  I was terrified that Mike and Eddie would think I
was a total Pervert.  I imagined her freaking as my white sperm
dripped off of her cunt and down her naked thighs.  It was painful for
me not to start panting.  It was painful for me not to start humping
her ass.  My cock was still bent painfully.  And, I didn't want any of
it to stop.
    I sat there almost paralyzed with lust for close to 15 minutes as
she wiggled herself on my erection.  My heart was racing with fear and
the grotesque thrill of having an 8 or 9 year old get off on rubbing
herself on my hard meat.  Either my gooey pre-cum, her juices, or
maybe just our combined sweat lubricated her crack so that she could
slide around on my hard pole.  I don't know.  I do know that she would
have rubbed me raw if it had not been so wet.
     Finally, she caught her breath several times and froze, her hot
twat spasming on my cock.  It got even wetter and hotter.  If it
hadn't  been so awkward,  with my prick still bent at a painful angle,
I probably would have shot my load all over her steamy cunt anyway as
she groaned silently in her little girl orgasm
    She stayed on my cock until the TV show was over, the naked folds
of her hot flesh still wrapped around my meat.  Then, she hopped off
my lap as if nothing had happened.  She smiled at me in all innocence
as I got my dick out of site and under control.  And that was that. 
But I was seriously weirded out by the whole thing.  If I had had more
courage, or been smart enough to realize that this was probably not
the first time she had ever done something like this, I might have
tried to get her alone sometime and she if she would like to play more
games.  But I wasn't brave enough or smart enough and I avoided her
out of the fear of being found out.  She did make for a wonderful jerk
off fantasy though....
    There was a day at the end of the very end of that summer of 1968
when I was once more sneaking around naked in the woods.  This day I
was particularly daring - I wasn't wearing any sneakers.  I had to
step gingerly from place to place in my bare feet.  I was daydreaming
about a Jungle Jane type woman as I stepped cautiously along, my hand
on my semi-hard cock.  I had been doing this for a couple of years
now, and I had never had any trouble hiding from people, but there was
almost never anybody to hide from.  So my mind was blown when I heard
sounds from not very far ahead!
    I froze and peered through the underbrush.  I could make out some
figures and it looked like somebody I knew.  I stalked closer until I
could see.
    Holy Shit!  It was Peter, Jimmy's older brother and Ellen Black. 
They were standing up against a tree, passionately kissing.  I didn't
know whether to run or watch. The thing was, Ellen lived on the other
side of me, also next door.  She was "old," probably about 19, as was
Peter.  She had long dark hair, a pretty face, and a thin figure.  But
the Black's were real Roman Catholic types.  There were a lot of kids
in the family.  There were two other girls near my age - Anna who
was the same age as I was, and Theresa, who was a year older.
    Once, when we were younger, probably about 8 or 9 years old, I had
tried to play "you show me yours and I'll show you mine" with Anna. 
She agreed, but after I had stripped down, all she would do was to
take off her shirt, giving me a show of pre-pubescent chest nipples. 
She couldn't take off her pants "cause it would be a sin."
    Her sister Theresa and I were friends, and we had actually held
hands while we were playing at the creek that bordered both of our
yards.  But I wanted to kiss her and she wouldn't let me, because "she
was Catholic."
    Now here was their good looking older sister making out with
Peter.
    The fact that I am stupid has definitely led me to my degraded
state today.  I should have snuck away and gotten out of there.  I was
a buck naked 14 year old kid in the middle of the woods with, what I
considered, two adults.  But, I really, really  wanted to see what
they were doing, so..... I snuck closer.
    I managed to get about 10 feet away so that I could see them, but
I was still hidden.  It was worth it.  I could see that Ellen's shirt
was open and Peter's hands were busy.  He must be playing with her
tits, even though I couldn't see!  He was grinding his hips into her
crotch and she seemed to be getting off on it.  Jesus!  Peter and
Ellen Black!
   My hand was on my prick as I half saw and half imagined what they
were doing.   He moved his mouth off hers and his face ducked down to
her chest.   Then she started repeating "Oh God!  Oh God! Oh God!"
over and over, bouncing up and down.  Her hands were caressing the
back of his head.     He stood up and I saw his hands move farther
down to her shorts.
    "Peter!" she said, her hands holding his, "I don't want to get
pregnant."
    His back was to me, so I didn't hear his reply, but she said,"No,"
except she was laughing as she said it.
    Again, Peter said something I couldn't hear, all the while he was
still rubbing himself against her,his hands moving at her waist.
   "In my mouth!" protested Ellen. "You keep on asking that..No!  You
like this," she giggled and her hands were at his shorts.
    At that moment there was a snap! behind me and I quickly turned to
see a squirrel running away.  Just as quickly I turned back and saw
both Peter and Ellen staring directly into my eyes.
     Oh Shit!  They heard the noise too.
    They looked. 
    They're looking at me.
    Shit!  No!  I thought.
    Inanely, I smiled feebly and my legs started turning away. I had
no idea of what I was doing and the first thing I did was fall down.
    No! no, no,no, I thought laying on my back, my naked body
scratched by the twigs and underbrush.  I was paralyzed with fear. 
Maybe they'll run away, I thought.  Maybe they really didn't see me.
Maybe..
   "Moran!" Peter's voice yelled, "Is that you?"
    He sounded pissed. 
    "That was Greggy, Peter," said Ellen's voice plaintively and to my
ears, breathily.
    "Greggy Moran, get your butt over here." demanded Peter.
    "Uh , I can't," I croaked in fear, still lying on the ground.
    "Why not?" said Peter.
    "Uh, I don't have any clothes on?" I said stupidly.
    "Wha?!!  You little pervert!"  Peter came running over and grabbed
me by the arm.
    My lightly haired cock was sticking straight out and up, in spite
(or because of?) my pounding fear.
   "You pervert!" he repeated, looking at my hard dick.
    I heard Ellen giggle.  Now that was strange.  Here, she was caught
making out, with her shirt open and she was the one giggling.  Weird. 
 I had no notion of what was going on in the sixties at that time, so
it didn't occur to me that she was probably stoned.  In retrospect,
she must have been, because to this day I can't imagine the prim and
proper, very Catholic, Ellen Black acting the wanton.
   Peter was holding my arm tightly.  I wouldn't look him in the eye,
and looking down, I could see his stiff dick sticking half out of his
shorts. He was not paying attention to it in his anger at me.  My mind
was still numb when he said in my ear, "Jimmy told me you were a
little pervert. I thought it was more of his lies when he said you
gave him blow jobs."
    "What!" I protested, jerking my head up, "I never..."
    "Really?" interrupted Peter.  "What? Did somebody steal all your
clothes and shove you out here?  Is your fucking dick always hard?"
    He turned and pulled me over to Ellen, who was holding her shirt
closed.  She looked at my naked, aroused body with amused fascination.
    "He's a faggot," said Peter. "He gets his kicks watching people
and giving guys blow jobs."
   "No," I protested again; "Shut up," Peter said; "That's sick," said
Ellen  - all at the same time.
   "Jimmy told me about you giving him blow jobs.  He even described
your prick to me," Peter whispered in my ear. "How did he know that,
if you're not a homo?"  He was really pissed off.
   "You're a homo?' said Ellen and she giggled again. "Really?"
    Unconsciously, she let her shirt fall open again.  Her breasts
were only a foot away from me and they were beautiful.  They were pink
and firm and her nipples were hard.  I wanted to reach out and touch
them.
    Peter said, "Look, he's getting off just thinking about it,"
nodding at my stiff cock, which was throbbing with a life of its own.
    "That's disgusting," Ellen repeated, turning her head away. 
'That's what you wanted me to do."
    "Yeah, but he likes it, don't you Greggy," Peter said, now
grabbing me by both of my bare shoulders and looking at me.  "Watch
this Ellen.  He'll show you."
    He pushed me down to my knees in front of him and said,  "Go
ahead.  Do what you want to do, faggot boy."
    I stared at his hard manhood half out of his shorts along with his
bushy pubic hair and tried to figure out what to do.  My cock was
aching hard, and I was turned on, but not by the thought of sucking
Peter, but by the thought of fucking Ellen.  At least that's what was
going through my mind.
    "C'mon faggot,"  Peter demanded. "Take it out and suck it.  Or do
you want me to tell everyone what a pervert peeping Tom you are? 
Crawling around naked... trying to find some homo cock.  C'mon, this
is what you want."
    He grabbed the hair on my head and pulled my face into his crotch.
    "All right, all right,"  I said, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
    I didn't want him to tell anybody.  I didn't want him to beat me
up ( I knew he sometimes beat up on Jimmy).  I just wanted to hide, 
but he had me on my knees in front of him, so I gave in.
    "Don't hurt him, Peter," said Ellen, hesitantly.
    "This is what he likes. You'll see," said Peter, rubbing his
throbbing member against my boyish face.
    Humiliated that Ellen was going to think I was a Homo, I
nonetheless put my hands up and pulled down his shorts and underwear,
freeing his stiff member.  The top was already wet and sticky and it
was long and thin like Jimmy's.  I heard Ellen breathing behind me as
I put my mouth on the head of his tool.
    He pulled me into his cock.  I looked up at him with my lips
around his shaft and tried to say "please don't make me do this,"  but
it just came out as mumbles.  This was worse than any nightmare,
sucking a guys manmeat, while a beautiful woman watched in squeamish
fascination, seeing evidence that I was, indeed, a faggot.
    Peter took his hands off my head and said, "Don't stop, faggot."
    He moved his hips back and forth and his cock slid in and out of
my mouth from my lips to my throat.  I had to grab his legs for
support when he let go, and I was almost helping him fuck my mouth.
    I heard him say, "Oh, c'mere baby," and I felt him pull Ellen to
him.   I looked up with my eyes and saw his hands grab her naked
breasts and move her toward him.  She giggled again and came to him,
her mouth on his. Her tongue darted out and licked his mouth, slipping
inside.  My mind was trying to take in her licentious behavior.  I
couldn't believe that this sister of Anna and Theresa's could be such
a easy slut!  Here some bare assed kid was being forced to suck her
boyfriends cock
 and she was letting him play with her tits while it happened!  I
tried to get angry at her, but the power of the situation and the fact
that her boobs were just overhead with Peter's palms on her fleshy
globes, his thumbs manipulating her hard nipples, left me with a
hopeless longing.  My shaft was rigid with desire, but here I was,
acting as Peter's mouth cunt.
    Peter continued to move his hips, now fucking my mouth with a slow
intensity.  I had no where to go and continued to submit to this
degradation, somehow hoping that maybe I would be able to touch Ellen
before this was all over.  She moved closer to Peter and her bare leg
was rubbing against my naked body.  God!  My erection was pulsing now.
 I discreetly tried to rub myself against her as she was trying to rub
her crotch against Peter's thigh.
    "Peter!" she said into his mouth.
   "Oh, Ellen," he breathed, "This is wild."
   "Peter," she repeated taking her mouth off his, "he's in the way." 
She nodded down at me.
    I froze, aching with longing, my mouth full of cock.  Peter took
his hands off of her tits and placed one behind my head and pulled me
hard onto his pole.  I gagged as my face was crushed into his flat
belly, my lips were mashed by his pubic hair and his cock savaged my
throat.  I could feel his other hand move into Ellen's shorts as the
material rubbed against the side of my face.
    "Peter!" she said insistently, "I don't want to get pregnant!"
    "Shhhh," he said as his face moved down to her exposed breasts and
his hand maneuvered its way around to her crotch, "I promise you that
you don't have to even touch me at all.  My thing won't be anywhere
near you."
    He let me slide back off his dick somewhat and actually smiled and
winked at me! while he started tonguing her stiff nipples.  I felt
completely victimized.
    She gasped and moaned slightly, "Ohhhhhhh," as her hands went to
the back of his head again.
     She now offered no resistance now as Peter unzipped her shorts
and started working them down around her hips.  She stepped away from
my side,  wiggled her thighs a little and the shorts fell down to her
ankles.  She stepped out of them.  Peter had let go of my head now and
had both hands at Ellen's waist, one shoving down the front of her
panties and the other down the back, along her ass. He was still
moving in and out of my mouth, enjoying the sensation of my young lips
on his hard meat.  I started really sucking him, wanting to get this
over with.  The smell of Ellen's hot pussy only 6 inches away from my
head was starting to make me crazy with lust.  In the humid summer
heat,
the sweat was dripping off of my naked boy flesh, saturating me with
the carnal smells of fucksex.    I could feel Peter's hand working its
way into her wet snatch inside her panties.  I wanted to turn and lick
her musky cunt hairs.
    Peter moved his mouth back up and whispered, "Pretend he's not
even there," into Ellen's ear and his tongue started licking the
inside and her earlobe.
    "Oh God!, God, God," Ellen moaned as she shook her head, obviously
overwhelmed by the reactions of her lusty, 19 year old body.
    She pushed her own panties off as Peter thrust his finger deep
into her dripping box.  He clasped her now naked ass and pulled her
closer so that her pussy and the back of his hand were rubbing against
my head.  Her slick naked legs were sliding against my wet, naked body
as she humped his hand and my head. Peter speeded up his thrusts into
my mouth and I again had to hold on tight to his slippery, sweaty
thighs to keep him from choking me.  He tried to move his chest
against her exposed tits and that drove him further into me.  Their
mouths were locked together and he removed his hand from her wet pussy
to run it up her naked ass, up her back, and to pull her flapping
shirt off her shoulders.  I felt it fall on my legs, but I couldn't
see anything as her cunt ground into the back of my head, forcing my
face back into Peter's belly, his thin tool driving into my throat.
She started humping me, practically climbing over me until her legs
were spread wide open.  I could feel her wet cunt flesh on the back of
my neck.  She was pressing against me so hard that my boy meat was
being pushed into the ground as her weight and frantic movements drove
me down.  Peter had to slide down the tree and bend his knees to keep
his dick in my mouth.  My whole body reeled as I felt her slippery
cunt, her wet juices, mixing with my sweat, trickling down my back, as
she ground her flowing vagina into the back of my head and neck.
     "Oh GOD! GOD! GOD!," she screamed, throwing her head back,
bouncing up and down, slamming into my shoulders, driving my knees and
cock into the dirt, her sweat and her liquid pussy drenching my body
and dripping down my back.
    Her hands were grabbing my shoulderblades, trying to force me
harder against her as she exploded in orgasm.
    "OH JESUS!" she moaned and her body shivered and jerked.
    Peter was slamming his hot tool into my mouth now as he grabbed
Ellen's ass cheeks with both hands, his cock fucking me furiously,
slamming into my throat.  Each time he pulled Ellen towards him, her
cunt would shove my head onto his engorged phallus.
    "YES!  OH YES!  I'M FUCKING YOU BABY!" Peter yelled, his hips
bucking wildly as he shot a huge hunk of sperm into my throat.
    He shot again, his goo filling my mouth.  My head was totally
trapped and I couldn't breath.   I felt Ellen's hands go to Peter's
and she moved them off her ass and slid off of my back as he orgasmed
again.  I frantically swallowed, trying to inhale through my nose. 
His cum kept on filling my mouth!
    When Ellen finally stepped back,  I pushed away from Peter's dick,
gasping for breath.  He quickly moved his hand from my head and
grabbed his spurting tool, jerking it, his spunk continuing to shoot
onto my face.  I collapsed onto the ground bending over, coughing up
gooey sperm as he ejaculated onto my sweating naked back and neck.
    Finally I rolled over and lay down, not caring that my erection
was still pulsing in the air.  I could feel the cum dribbling down my
face.  I looked up and saw Peter squeezing the last drops of semen out
of his cock and shaking it onto to me.  I saw Ellen, totally nude,
looking down at me as if from miles away.  Her cunt hairs were
dripping with her secretions and I could still smell her from down on
the ground.  God, she was beautiful!  Hot sweat covered her bare body
with a fine sheen and it dripped from her hard, firm breasts.  Even
her large, brown nipples were  wet as they rigidly pointed out from
the tips of her tits.  She looked as if she had been sculpted from wet
clay.  My
 own dick jerked as I watched her and my hand involuntarily moved
toward it.
    "Wow," she said, in an orgiastic daze,  looking at my young,
trembling, abused body, "You really like that?"
   Then, for the first time since I got there, she demonstrated what I
would have thought would have been an instinctive modesty.  Maybe it
was because she was naked with two boys, one half dressed, who had cum
dribbling from his exposed cock; and the other totally naked with a
wet, throbbing hard on, covered with dirt from the woods floor, cum on
his face, dribbling from his mouth, and who was staring at her with
unfulfilled lust. Whatever it was, she suddenly looked uneasy, and
grabbed her panties and shorts, pulling them on swiftly over her slick
thighs and ass.
    She then grabbed her bra and said nervously, "I gotta go Peter,
I'm late."
    She didn't look at me or wait for an answer from Peter before
turning her back and rapidly walked away, trying to put on her bra on
her slippery wet body as she went.
    My heart was still beating rapidly but I was stupefied as I lay
there.
    Then Peter prodded me with his foot and said, " I should beat the
shit out of you, you little faggot homo, but since you didn't really
hurt anything, I'll let you live.  Why don't you beat your meat? 
Let's see how faggots do it."
    My head was still spinning.  It felt like someone had already
kicked me around.  But my cock was still really hard and I could still
smell Ellen's pussy juices that had saturated my neck and back.
    "Go ahead faggot!"  he repeated prodding me harder with his foot. 
He put his fingers on his now limp dick, still wet with cum, and
pointed it at my face.  "Go ahead and jerk off."
    I did not want to resist and I wrapped my fingers around my
throbbing meat.  I was overcome with the fuck smells and gooey sperm
that permeated my vulnerable naked form.  The smell of Ellen's steamy
cunt sent me over the edge immediately and  it only took a few jerks
before my hips rose and my jiz started flying.
    My mouth opened and I  squeezed my eyes shut as my fist milked my
manhood and my body convulsed.  I felt my boiling cum splatter on my
chest and then I felt hot piss pour into my mouth!
          My eyes snapped open and as I shut my mouth I saw Peter
pissing on me in the throes of my orgasm.  I inadvertently swallowed
some of his piss as I spit the rest out, but my body was still
shuddering and bucking with a mind of its own while he sprayed my
whole face and then moved his fiery stream down my chin to my chest,
pissing his discharge onto my nipples, then my belly and finally my
hand and my cock and balls. His piss washed tracks and splattered the
woods dirt that encrusted my groin.  My hand and pubic hairs were
drenched with his piss as my own uncontrollable orgasm finally
subsided.  He continued to douse my groin area until he reached a
dribble and then shook himself over my face again.  I turned my head
away, totally spent, spitting pee out of my mouth, degraded,
humiliated and in despair.  My life was over.  I closed my eyes and
felt hot tears leaking out.
    "Next time I catch you spying, homo, you'll get a lot worse than
that," said Peter.
    I heard him walk away as I lay there, naked, soaked in sweat,
covered with piss and cum, my hand still wrapped around my penis,
crying softly to myself.
    I lay there for awhile, my mind a blank, thinking that soon
everyone would know about Greg the Homo, and wondering what to do.
    Ah, the recovering powers of a 14 year old! 
    After the dazed unreality of it all wore off, I realized that
there was nothing for me to do!  Feeling depressed and very sorry for
myself, I snuck down to the creek, washed myself off as best I could,
got dressed and went home and acted like nothing happened.
    And for all that, nothing might have well happened.  Ellen always
avoided me after that.  I never really spoke to her again and her
family moved away about a year later.
    Peter was a different story.
    Within days after this event, I was going over it in my head and
jerking off to its erotic thrill.  In that short span, it went from
being the reality of a degraded rape that could have exposed me for
the pervert that I was, to a favorite sexual fantasy involving real
cunts and tits and hard cock.  I began  eating my own sperm to try and
get the submissive part right.  In other words, my recovery was speedy
and adding a new twist to my twisted life.
    By the end of the week, Peter's hard dick in my mouth was
something that I craved to try again (along with licking Ellen's cunt
and tits - I was very egalitarian in my fantasies).

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