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I get tired of the same old stories being posted every day for years. I also
get fed up with guys that can not use spell check or don't know that it is
mighty difficult to read things that are not put in paragraphs. Who are
these guys that cannot distinguish between where to use the words "THEIR"or
"THERE"and don't know the difference between "WASTE"and "WAIST"? I would
doubt if they could distinguish between the words "polish"and "Polish".
Guys! Quit showing your immaturity!
Oh, well, from time to time I will post some new stories. While I am not an
English teacher and certainly not a great writer, they should read a bit
easier than some posted here.
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MY
ONE TRUE LOVE
I love the sights of Fall. I love the way the trees turn color and even the
brown of the forest floor, carpeted with fallen leaves.
I love the cool crispness of the air. I relish the hoarfrost on the ground
in mornings and the golden glow of noonday.
And, as much as I love the Fall, I love winter more.
Which is one way of saying I hate Summer.
I don't like it for many reasons too numerous to mention here. About the
only things I do like about that season is the way females dress and the
sight of flowers.
One Summer, though, turned out a lot better than any other I had
experienced. I had turned 18 and had started my first year at my favorite
university. During Summer break, I had gone to the West and had got work as
a staff member at a church sponsored youth camp.
I don't mind telling you that the sight of so many preteen and teen girls
kept me in a state of arousal all the time I was there. It was only by sheer
will that I willed my middle leg to stay down. This was especially difficult
when they donned their swim suits and took the plunge in the lake a half
mile from the main building.
One night, one of the other staff members, that (like me) had no affiliation
with the church, told me to follow him. I didn't ask any questions though I
was a bit apprehensive when I saw he was going toward the lake.
Notwithstanding, since I was much bigger than him, I knew I could handle
anything he could muster.
As we neared the lake, he started to sneak about and stay hidden behind some
bushes. Finally he stopped and I looked out at the moonlit lake.
It wasn't any problem to see four of the camp girls waist deep in the water.
I could not tell what they had on below the surface of the water, but I
could see they had nothing on above that point!
One was a 12-year-old but the other three had to be in their early teens. I
knew all four.
All of them had breasts that were lovely. One, a redhead I had lusted after
all season, had droopy tits that were a mite too large. Two were blond and
one had tits that were smaller than the preteen's. That younger girl had a
nice set that any grown woman would have envied.
They seemed to be just standing in the water and talking. Talking in hushed
tones that did not even carry to where I was standing.
I was getting to enjoy the scene when I noticed the other guy had his dick
out and was masturbating furiously. I looked at the perv and walked away in
disgust.
The next day, after breakfast, I cornered him and told him I would whip his
sorry ass if he ever molested any of the kids. He shuddered and wimped about
and whined but assured me he would never touch one of them.
The camp leader was a minister at a large church in the near by town. He was
about 40 and had a paunchy belly that spoke of too much fried chicken and
other culinary indulgences. I often wondered if it were a worse sin to drink
Jack Daniels than to overeat.
On the other hand, he had a wife that was in her late 30's and was as sexy
as any of the teen girls in the camp.
It was awful difficult to see her daily and not get a hard-on. She did not
wear shorts, as did the other female staff members, and the girls, but she
did don a one-piece swim suit when swimming. I can tell you straight up, I
had a terrible time not ogling her, an act that would likely get me run off.
She had long black hair that made her look somewhat like she might be part
Native American. However, she had fair skin that had bronzed nicely in the
heat of the sun. At times, she would move in a stretch and expose some
lighter skin that was usually hidden by the bathing suit.
She had a pretty face, not beautiful, and a slightly long nose. However, it
was just right for her long face. She stood at about 5'8" which would have
been nice up against my six foot frame but seemed too tall for her short and
dumpy husband.
In her bathing suit, I could see those long and shapely legs and could make
out the general shape of her breasts. I know I would have worked all season
and not charge them a thing if I could have just had one look at her naked.
But, she was the minister's wife and likely would have quelled at the
knowledge that she was a turn-on for some teen boy's fantasy.
One day, I was out with a few of the young boys and we came to a barbed wire
fence. I parted the middle two strands and allowed the boys to climb
through. Then, when I tried to do the same, still holding the strands
myself, I twisted wrong and tore the ligaments in my knee.
It didn't hurt at first. I felt the pull but thought nothing of it. In fact,
we continued to walk and it was a few hours later that we made it back to
the camp.
But, the next morning, I could only stand with extreme difficulty.
Word got to the minister and he came to check on me. I hadn't talked to him
since the day I had been hired. To my delight, his wife accompanied him.
I was in my bunk and was fully dressed. Shorts and a sweat shirt, that is.
This guy was a work of art. You couldn't build a preacher to fit the mold
any better than him. He held services every Sunday, and it was mandatory for
all to attend. You can bet his sermons were lengthy and as boring as sermons
can be as presented by the Biblically uninformed.
They didn't stay too long. He had sermons to prepare, a camp to run and
other "godly" things to do that didn't depend on one injured youth. However,
I did see his wife looking at me a bit more intently than I ever thought she
would.
The next thing I knew, some saw-bones from the nearby town had arrived and
he proceeded to draw some fluid off my knee. I resigned myself to a few days
of bed rest with no television and only religious junk to read. I did get
one of the male staff members to drag my bed to the back porch where I was
shaded all day by the great conifer trees.
A few days later, they informed me that the whole camp would be going on a
long hiking trip to a ghost town where the good "reverend" would give a fine
talk on the sins that brought it to ruin. I marveled at the fact that some
of the folks looked forward to the trip!
However, I dreaded the fact that I would be left alone in my outdoor bed
with nary a teenage girl to make an occasional trip within my eyesight.
Watching the scant wildlife had got boring really quickly.
On the day of the hike, I watched as the other male staff members were
preparing to leave. One or two of them came to me and expressed regrets that
I could not go with them. Instead of telling them I was more than happy
about not going, I just joked and told them it would be nice to be all alone
there in the camp with just the birds and squirrels to keep me company.
But, to my surprise, one of them spoke up and said I would not be all by
myself. No, the minister's wife had taken sick and her husband had told her
to rest in bed while the rest of the camp was gone. I later figured he had
forgot that I was there and had thought she would be all alone in the camp
that day.
After they had gone, I debated as to whether I should get up and hobble to
her cabin to see if I could get a glimpse of her in bed. I quickly dropped
that notion since I did not think I could see her in some state of undress
without serious consequences to my mental state. If I snuck up to her window
and saw her in the bed I might need to jerk off and I wasn't that kind of
guy. I wouldn't act so perverted as the young guy had done that night at the
lake!
I doubt if they all had been on the hike more than a quarter hour when I got
the biggest surprise of my life. She suddenly appeared at my outdoor bed.
I know my eyes registered a great surprise when she came into view.
She had on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. I didn't have to be told she
had no bra on under it either. In the few steps I saw her take toward me, I
could see the slight quiver of them as she moved.
"I thought you were sick," I blurted out.
She sat on the foot of my bed, turned toward me, and smiled.
"No," she said, "I just pretended to be sick so I could be alone with you
today.""
"Well, it is like this," she said with no hesitation. "I married Bob before
he became a minister. That was about 18 years ago and we were a hot couple
at that time."
"Ten years ago, he got religion and things cooled between us. He began to
devote all his energy to his so-called calling and began to spend less time
with me."
"For the past ten years, I have tried to be a good preacher's wife but I saw
this opportunity and could not let it pass."
"If your injury isn't too debilitating, I want us to go into the cabin and I
want you to fuck my brains out!"
I can tell you that I was unaccustomedly shocked. If she had beat about the
bush for a few hours it might have been less of a shock. She hadn't been
talking to me more than a few minutes and she had offered me the adulterous
chance of a lifetime!
"Aren't you taking a big chance," I asked as I swung my legs off the bed. "I
mean, how do you know I wouldn't tell your husband you propositioned me?" By
then, I was standing.
She stood and smiled, " because, I had seen you watching me and even if you
did say something, I could just act surprised and feign disgust at you.
Guess who my husband would kick out of the camp!"
She walked into the cabin and I followed.
Her name was Linda. She informed me of that fact as she stood by one of the
bunks and started to pull the tee shirt over her head.
Lord, there was so little bounce to those tits as she did the deed!
I noted that they did not seem to droop at all even though they were rather
full and large. I had seen other tits that had been injected with silicone
that were no harder than those two.
She stood smiling as I drank in the sweetness of those gorgeous melons. But,
not being shy, I took the steps to narrow the distance and was not any shyer
about taking one in each hand. Yeah, they were firm, but soft to the touch.
Each was topped with a silver dollar sized areole and a nipple that stood
tall and hard. Much like my penis was getting at the time.
I held the globes for only a few seconds before I wrapped my arms about her
and pulled her to me.
I did not go directly to her mouth with a kiss. First, I kissed her above
her eyebrow and then trailed kisses to her left ear. I kissed all under that
ear and started a trek under her chin all along her throat. When I got to
her right cheek, I suddenly went for that luscious mouth and the succulent
lips.
I have had a lot of females tell me I am a great kisser. I dislike bragging,
but most of them would add that I was the best lover they had ever had. I
suspect that the rest would tell you I was the only lover they had ever had!
We kissed for some extended length of time. I did not let my raging hormones
dictate to me and the kisses were not demanding or urgent. I played those
lips with all the care and loving I could dredge up out of my vast
encyclopedia of sexual knowledge.
She had me hooked and I had her hooked.
And, I hooked my thumbs in her shorts and pulled them down to her ankles.
She was prepared. No panties. She stepped out of the shorts and was as naked
as I had ever hoped to see her.
As I suspected, she was a golden color all over except where that damn
bathing suit covered. There she was a creamy color.
I was on my knees and her "Y" was right at my face. I placed my hands on
each cheek of her butt and pulled her up to my mouth. I gently spread her
legs by nudging her thighs with my cheeks. She got the message and I had a
clear path to her honey pot.
I licked the top of each thigh right where the crease was. I licked all
about the vaginal area without getting to the real goal.
I would have been super thrilled if she had a shaved pussy, but she had a
full growth of hair. I am sure the good rev would have hit the roof if she
had plucked just one hair out. To him, one hair gone would have signaled her
to be a slut.
I hadn't licked more than a minute when she started to shake. Hell, I was
about to give her an orgasm and I still had all my clothes on!
Suddenly she grabbed my hair and tried to bury my face in her crotch. I
resisted until she begged me to "please" and then I hit pay dirt. I snaked
my tongue out and slid it up inside her gaping pussy.
Normally, I rub a woman's clit with my nose as I lick inside her vagina with
my long tongue. This time, I inserted my chin in the hole and sucked the
clit with my mouth. She nearly ripped my head hair off as she shuddered and
shook with release.
As soon as she had her first orgasm, I quickly rose and lifted her in my
arms. I was careful to avoid placing weight on my sore knee but I was able
to lift her and place her on the bunk.
She had a slight glazed look but watched as I started to strip.
I suppose most women aren't all that interested in watching a teenaged boy
strip. I know Linda did. I put on a show too. By the time I got to my
underwear, I had a stiff middle pole and I allowed it to pop out in a really
lewd manner. I was rewarded seeing her lick her lips.
She held out her hands and told me she wanted to suck me. I love a
straightforward woman!
I crawled up on top and placed a leg on either side of her chest. I leaned
forward and she had no trouble reaching me.
Sex is not new to me. I have screwed a bunch of teen girls in my life and
not a few preteens when I was a lot younger. Still, I had never had my dick
sucked!
I still get weak legged thinking about the sensation. That moist, warm mouth
and tongue brought my member to full hardness and it felt as if it was a
mile long.
I propped myself up on my hands and let her suck all she wanted. She was
good at it. Though she never deep-throated me, she sucked and licked me for
a long time. Though it takes me a while to cum, I finally had one body
shaking orgasm and filled her mouth with my love juice. She swallowed it
all.
I am a sap for women. By that time, I would have run off with her and lived
with this woman to a rip old age. By that time, I wasn't just fucking her; I
was making love to her.
I lay beside her and she laid her head on my chest. We lay there for a few
long minutes as she ran her fingers through the ample hair I have on my
pecks. After a few more strokes, she slid her hand to my groin and let out a
chuckle. I am almost sure she was surprised to find me still hard.
With no further to-do, she got atop me and scooted her shapely ass right up
to my neck. I slid both arms through her legs and grabbed her ass. I pulled
her to my mouth and reached around each leg and spread her cunt lips.
I went straight to what one of my girlfriends called "snorkeling". With my
chin buried in her gaping hole, I started to rub her clit with my nose. At
the same time, I let my tongue lick where it could reach.
Don't try this at home. Only we experts can accomplish this trick. If you
try it, you will likely smother or drown or both.
I can keep it up for hours and I love every second of it. The woman has no
idea how you are able to take in air though I can do so with ease. Of
course, it is air that is heavily scented with her cunt odor and of course
it will allow a certain amount of juice to seep in too.
It is an acquired taste. One more reason for you to not try it.
Linda soon began to moan and buck like she was having an erotic nightmare.
You haven't lived until you have a grown woman plastered to your face and
shaking from her eyebrows to her toes. Linda had the bed shaking like an
earthquake had hit the whole state. I remember wondering if it scared any of
the kids on the hike that day!
She shook and cried out and washed my face with her juices. Then she
suddenly collapsed on my head and I really had difficulty in breathing.
To save my own life, I lifted her slender body off my head and let her flop
on the bed face down. I got off the bunk and looked at her.
She lay with her hands under her face, which was turned to the left. Both
legs were splayed out as far as the bunk would allow which gave me a perfect
look at her glistening pussy.
Normally, I would have given my lover a while to recoup but I did not know
how much time we actually had. I got on the bunk between her legs and inched
my hips up toward her butt.
I wasted no time and slid my stiff tool right into her pussy. As I did, she
came to life and asked me to let her close her legs. Without removing myself
from inside her, I lifted one leg at a time until she could bring hers
together.
I love backdoor screwing. I know Linda does too. I started out slowly but
built up momentum as time passed. It wasn't long until she thrust her butt
back and pulled her knees up to her waist. I had to get on my knees but I
was able to do so without missing many strokes.
I reached under her and held on to both tits and began to pump into her
sopping box with vigor.
Again, she started to moan and shake. Then she began to make noises that I
was sure her husband could hear many miles away. I wondered if he had ever
heard them before.
Finally, she jerked her head back and rammed her ass into my hips.
She squalled like a branded calf. Then she fell forward on the bunk.
I lay partially on her and let her rest a while. When she finally got her
wind back, she asked if I had cum. I told her that I had not.
We lay like that for a few more minutes and she told me to lie down on my
back. I did so and she took a long look at my member as if she was admiring
it.
Finally, she straddled my hips and lowered herself onto it. As she did, she
closed her eyes and smiled as if she was savoring something wonderful. I
don't know if she actually was, but I can assure you I felt that way.
As her warm liquid sheath entrapped my penis, I ran my hands along the top
of her thighs and up to her chest. I cupped each breast and gently pulled
her forward to my mouth.
I kissed her lips as if she was my one true love. At that time, she was the
closest anyone had ever come to being that.
I lay still allowing her to do the work. And, work she did. Slowly she
started to move up and down on the shaft as she gripped it with her cunt
muscles. She had never given birth and her husband had not made use of those
parts of her body for some time. Yeah, she was tight.
Wet though. I could feel her juices, my juices, our juices squishing in the
hot depths of that sweet box. It felt as if every millimeter of my penis was
being massaged by billions of tight, wet hands. I told you I have a good
control over my sexual muscle but I was rapidly losing it at that time.
Still kissing, as our tongues dueled, I snaked one hand between us and found
her clit. I was not too gentle at rubbing it this time.
She went wild. Bucking and swinging her rump from side to side and up and
down, she began to fill my mouth with her own screams. Once or twice she
made super strong efforts to disengage our lips so she could have freedom to
let those screams out to the whole world. I had my left hand behind her head
and would not let go of it.
Finally, I felt the heat rising in my dick and my balls swelling to their
full size. I let go with a stream that felt as if it were boiling. When she
felt the heated cum hit the inside of her cunt she broke free of my grasp
and we both let out a roar.
Somewhere in the mountains a cougar slunk off thinking he had a mated pair
in his area that would abide no interference.
Linda and I lay there with her on my body. For the longest we did not have
the energy or desire to move. Unfortunately, she finally got to her feet and
looked down at me.
"If I live to be a million years old, I will never have anyone make love to
me as you just did."
"If I were twenty years younger," she continued, " I would leave Bob and run
off with you and live with you for the rest of my life!"
I was about to mention that the age difference was of no concern to me but
she suddenly said, "now you must get off that bunk so I can wash and dry the
coverings before they return."
I got up and though about saying my say to her. She walked up and wrapped
herself around me and said, "I could love you and I think you could love me
but it should not be so. I will remember this for the rest of my life but it
just can not be ever again."
We kissed. Gently and with love.
Then she got dressed and removed the covering from the bunk. With no other
words she took them to the main building to wash.
I hobbled back to my outdoor bunk. It amazed me that I had done all I had
done with no thought of my injured knee.
I lay down and went to sleep in spite of myself. I never knew when she
returned and made up the bunk.
The preacher must have had a lot of sins to recount at the ghost town. The
gang was late returning. He found his wife looking quite sick.
Someone found me all decked out on my outdoor bunk, my hands folded on my
chest and a great smile on my face.
But, soon the Summer was done and I had to go back home to school. I never
got a chance to say good-bye to her but I saw her crying as the bus pulled
off.
I shed a few myself.