Where it happened: In A Tent
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
First of all this is going to be a long – and very true –
story. If you are looking for a three-line “saw, felt,
fucked” type of story, skip to the next one. If not, read
on.
When I was 15 I managed to boost a porno flick from a local
video store. I was sitting at home the next day watching it
and jacking off to beat the band when Pauly, my 14 year old
neighbor, walked in the back door. Now Paula is truly one
of the world’s perfect females. She’s 5’7″ or so, slender,
with 34B breasts and nice hips. Her hair is a natural honey
blonde. Needless to say I’ve had a crush on her since the
fourth grade.
When she first walked in I was shocked. Then I began
thinking she might just bee the answer to my immediate pro-
blem. She just stood there, looking alternately at me and
the TV screen. But before I could say a word, she turned
and ran out of the house, a look of shear terror on her
face. I was more confused than embarrassed, and hoped she
would just keep her mouth shut about what she had observe
me doing.
No such luck. She apparently told her mom, who apparently
told my mom, who apparently told my dad. He demanded the
flick – I gave it to him. He grounded me for three months,
and I swore revenge on Paula.
I was in no hurry. Somewhere I had read that “revenge is
a dish best served cold. Six weeks later I made my move.
Paula had been calling me every since my grounding to tell
me how sorry she was for shooting her mouth off. I made as
if I had forgiven her, and we even started talking dirty to
each other on the phone. I could tell she was really getting
hot for me, so one day I made a date with her and told her
I would be able to sneak out of my house at exactly 2:00 p.m.
the next afternoon for two hours because mom would be
grocery shopping. I told her to be in her basement rec room,
on the couch. And, I wanted her to be totally naked.
You see, I happened to know that she had been spending some
time seeing Billy Gates (NO, not that bill Gates). So, with
that in mind, the next day I waited for the bitching hour to
arrive. At exactly 1:58 I called on their downstairs phone
and, as I had hoped, her mom answered. Without any preamble,
I said “Hi, this is Billy, I’ll be one minute late, but I
still want you in the rec room and ready for me” and I hung
up the phone.
She lost her personal phone privileges. She lost some other
privileges. And, according to her brother Tommy, “dad
grounded her forever.” I was well pleased.
That was during summer break. She didn’t speak to me at all
for the rest of the summer and well into the fall, even when
we had to sit next to each other on the school bus.
Fast forward four months. Late October, and I went to a jock
party at a friend’s house. I was a wrestler, undefeated, and
one of the BMOC. It felt good. I was sucking down a beer
when I noticed Paula come in on the arm of a linebacker. She
was absolutely beautiful. He was the son of a very rich man.
He was also mean as a snake. He was forever bragging about
all the cherries he had picked and other girls he had layed.
Oh, did I happen to mention he was also a jerk!
They went to the other side of the party room, then I saw
him walk over to the bar where I was standing. He got two
cups of punch, and I saw him drop something into one of
them. I didn’t think much about it. Ten minutes later I
saw him half carrying, half dragging Paula towards the hall
that led to a spare basement bedroom. I walked over and
intercepted him at the hall entrance, and asked him if he
needed any help. He said yes, so I grabbed her other arm,
slung it over my shoulder, and we all started down the hall.
I asked him to stop after a few steps, then I asked what was
wrong with her? He said she had too much to drink, and
needed to sleep it off. Well, I nodded my head as if I
understood, and then, without warning, I swung my hand so it
landed across his face and pushed his head back into a
basement support jack right behind him. It sounded like a
Japanese monk’s gong as I scooped Paula up in my arms and
headed for my truck.
I took her straight home. I pushed the doorbell with my
elbow, and her father opened the door. I took her in, and
went straight to her bedroom and laid her gently on her bed.
By then the whole family had gathered, and I told them what
had happened. Then I walked out the front door, got into
my truck, and went home. I had had enough partying for one
night.
That was on Saturday night. On Sunday morning we had
arrived home from church and my entire family was out
winterizing shrubs when Mr. and Mrs. C, Paula and Tommy came
walking up our drive. Mr. C came right up to me and offered
his hand. I took it and was immediately engulfed in a bear
hug as he broke down crying. Mrs. C came up and hugged me.
Then Paula and Tommy joined in. We were all crying.
My parents were informed about what I had done. They hugged
me, too. And Paula came up to me and, with her baby blue
eyes fluttering as only she can do, asked me if we could be
friends again. I said I would think about it on our date
next Friday night. She smiled like a kid at Christmas.
Friday came, I picked her up, and we went to a nice restaur-
ant. Then I asked her if she wanted to see a movey. She
replied that whe would rather see me, and could we go some-
where private so she could have her wish. Well, I had hoped
she might want to be alone with me, so earlier that day I
had taken some of my camping gear up to a beautiful glade at
the back edge of a neighbor’s farm. There was a small
waterfall and a beautiful pool. Inside the tent I had left
a camping mattress (foam filled, not air), a large sleeping
bag (completely unzipped), four candles with holders, and a
single red rose. You can guess where I headed that pick-up
truck.
We arrived in bright moonlight. There was a chill in the
air, and I put my arm around her shoulders. I felt us both
shiver, and I don’t think it was from the chill in the air.
She whispered that it was the most beautiful spot she had
ever seen. She turned and kissed me hard just then, our
tongues twisting around each other. It lasted for well
over a minute. Then we headed for the tent.
I went in first and lit the candles. Then she came in and I
handed her the rose. She was totally speachless, but the
tears in her eyes said more than any words could. She came
to me then and we began kissing in ernest. We laid down on
the open sleeping bag. After a few minutes my hands began
to roam over her beautiful curves. I felt her breasts, her
butt, and her back. Then she whispered for us to get un-
dressed. I was naked in less than a minute, and then I
grabbed her in time to remove her bra and panties.
We both wanted to be with each other so badly that it showed.
I took the lead and began by sucking and nibbling on her
perfect boobs. Then I kissed my way down to her navel and
then on to her bush. I gently spread her labia and pressed
my nose and tongue in, licking and flicking it wildly but
with enough control to keep her moaning and bucking her hips
and body. After less than five minutes she had the most
powerful orgasm I have ever seen. That one was followed by
two more as I continued my assault on her vagina. During her
first orgasm I slid my middle finger inside her vagina and
began wiggling it around (and taking out part of her hymen
in the process) as I sucked and licked. Her second
and third orgasms were, according to her, even more powerful
than the first because of that added intrusion.
By this time I was hard as steel. She pushed me onto my
back and started touching my cock. In a few seconds she was
kissing and licking the tip. Then she engulfed almost all
of it and began to suck and lick. It was like nothing I had
ever experienced before. I wish I could report that I
lasted for ten or fifteen minutes, but she had me coming
in less than two. (A lot less than two if the truth be
known).
I was embarrassed by the quickness of my orgasm, and began
to offer an apology when she put a finger over my lips.
“You will last longer for round two” was all she said as she
rolled over, laid on her back, and spread her legs. “I
want you inside me NOW.”
I took my place over her and began to probe. She reached
down and guided my cock into her opening, then removed her
hand. “Do it quick” was all she said. I did, and found
myself balls deep in the sweetest, hottest pussy I have ever
had the pleasure of knowing (in biblical terms, that is).
I lasted for seven or eight minutes that time, and I know
she had at least one orgasm (because she bucked me
completely out of her and I couldn’t get it back in until
she stopped moving her hips). But I did, and we did, and I
somehow had the fortitude to pull out and come on her belly.
Oh what a night! We made love four times. We did a lot of
other things, too. But we made love four times! And it was
WONDERFUUUUUUUUULL.
We are still together now. She is on the pill because she
told me she felt cheated not feeling the unbelieveable gush
of my semen inside her. Her mother gave her permission and
her father gave me his blessing. And we still make love
whenever we want to – in her hourse or mine – with or without
our parents being home. And the only rules are that we have
to stop making love if either or our grades fall (we are
both now straight A students) and we won’t get married until
we have both graduated from college. Since I have just
received a full schp. to a nearby college we can both live
with that.
And boy, are we ever happy.
Well, there you have it. I warned you it was a long story.
Pretty romantic, too, now that I look back on things. And I
sure am glad things worked out the way they have. You see,
we are tryly in love in every way.
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