all, say hi, sometimes even strike up a conversation - but nothing more.

He guessed he should have just known to just forget about having a romantic thing with her.  Just let it go, he kept telling himself, it's hopeless.  But he couldn't do it.  A part of him kept pulling images of Liz back into his head.  No matter what he did, there was no way to shake it.

The DJ, situated with his records and speakers at one far corner of the gym, started a slow, makeout song.  Something clicked into place in Mike's head.  Ask her now, the voice murmured.  Ask her to dance.  He knew he shouldn't.  He knew she'd say no.

Do it, the voice urged.  You'll never get a better shot.  Mike sighed as he weighed his chances.  It was a risk, but it was the only way.  If she said no, he had a clear-cut reason to forget about romanticizing with her.  If nothing, that would solve his problem.  He drained the rest of his punch and slowly walked toward her through the crowd.  Every few feet, couples danced, slowly revolving in each other's arms.  Mike crossed his fingers in his pockets, hoping he and Liz might be next.  His legs felt like lead as he made his way over.  Finally he reached her.  She looked up at him.

"Wanna dance?" Mike asked, as calmly as he could.  The two other girls started giggling, but Liz smiled.

"Sure," she said.  Mike took one of her hands, still in a daze, and they walked into the middle of the gym.

"You've got a lot of nerve," she said when her friends had disappeared into the crowd.

"Is that why you're dancing with me?" Mike asked.

"No.  It's because I want to, that's all."  She slipped her arms around his shoulders.  Mike grinned to himself and placed his around hers.  They slowly revolved, held tightly together, savoring the moment.  Mike couldn't remember feeling happier.  Liz let out a contented sigh.

"This is wonderful," she whispered.  Mike smiled.  Liz pulled her head off of his shoulder and kissed him on the mouth.  Mike might have struggled out of surprise, but before he could order himself to do that, he placed his hand behind her head and kissed her back, their tongues swirling in their own dance.  They kissed for what felt like hours before she pushed back.

"You never kissed anyone else before," Mike said.

"Well," Liz replied, "so what?"

The romantic song slowly drew to a close and another, faster song came on.  As the crowd around them started to move faster, Liz pulled herself out of his embrace.  But before Mike had a chance to feel sad, she grabbed his hand and led him to the door.

"Come on," she whispered urgently.

"But...where are we going?"

"Room 109.  It's always open."

"But why-?"

"You'll see."  She led him down a staircase and into the first-floor hallway.  She stopped by a door labeled "109," opened the door, and pushed him in.  She followed, closing the door.

"What is going on here?" Mike asked.  Liz kissed him again.

This time, something was different.  Liz was kissing him different.  She pushed back from him and smiled.

"I want you," she said.  "In me.  Now."

"What?" Mike asked, though a sort of insane fear had come into him here.  "What do you mean?"  Liz shook her head.

"Fine."  She held up two fingers.  "Fuck-" (she lowered one) "me" (she lowered the other).

She didn't have to ask twice.  Mike grabbed her and they both fell to the floor, Mike on top of Liz.  She kissed him again and they made out on the floor.  Liz was fumbling with the buttons on Mike's shirt until she finally pulled it off; Mike was struggling trying to get her dress off.

"Oh, it's easy," she said.  She sat up, reached behind her, unzipped her dress, and squrimed out of it.

Mike was stunned.  She wasn't wearing a bra underneath.  Her breasts hung limp.  Mike was right; they looked like 34Cs to him.  All she was wearing were cotton panties, with words on the front:

Lucky You

Now that Mike looked closer, he could see that part of the panties seemed to be wet.

"Come on," she urged.  "Don't you want me?"

"I-I," Mike stuttered, trying, for some reason he could not explain, to put off the sex.  "I...don't have a condom!"

"Good," she replied.  "I want to feel the warmth of your dick.  I want to feel your hot cum gushing in me.  Besides, I know you don't still have cooties."  Mike could feel his cock hardening.  Apparently, in the semidarkness, Liz could see it.  She unbuttoned his pants and slid them down.  Mike hadn't bothered to wear underwear either, so his cock was erect in midair.

"Nice one," she said, kneeling and stretching out a hand and rubbing it.  Mike moaned; it felt really good.  "Eight inches, right?"  She pulled him closer to her and, as soon as he got close enough, she put his cock in her mouth and began sucking.

Mike almost came right then and there.  She twisted her tongue around his cock each time she bobbed up and down, adding intense waves of pleasure to the already euphoric sensation.  Through the dark, he could just see his cock, glistening with her saliva, just before it slid back into her mouth again, each time accompanied with another wave of pleasure.  He could almost envision his cum shooting up his rock-hard cock.  He knew that, in a couple minutes, he wouldn't be able to stop himself.  He gripped her hair and held her back.

"You're right," he said.  "I want to feel your pussy too."  She sat down, lifted her legs, and removed her panties, revealing her moist pussy.  She tossed the panties in the air; they landed on Mike's face.  Mike took a moment to breathe in the sweet aroma from the crotch.  Not being able to fully see where he was going, but not willing to take the panties off, either, he bent over her body on the floor, sensing her body heat.  He tried to push into her, but missed.  She grabbed his cock and, without delay, shoved it right into her pussy.
She let out a slight moan of pain; she was clearly a virgin.  No wonder: he'd fucked five girls before her, none of them virgins, and none of their pussies had been this tight and this wonderful.  She grabbed his ass and forced him forward.

It felt like a sauna for his cock.  It was extremely hot in there, not to mention wet; he knew her pussy fluids were already dripping onto the ground.  He pushed into her, first softly, not wanting to hurt her more, then harder, when her moans of pain turned into moans of pleasure.  She began talking to him now, saying things like "harder" and "faster," then things like "I like it like that" and "oh yeah, right there!"  His cock was glistening again, this time with her juices, which were now beginning to flow like a river, lubricating his cock and adding to the pleasure.  He placed his hands on her breasts and fondled them as he thrusted, causing her to moan even louder.

Mike felt like his cock was going to explode.  He was having trouble controlling his pleasure; he was even beginning to grunt with each thrust, which, coupled with her moans, sounded out an erotic melody come to life.  Still he tried to hold back, waiting for her to cum first.  He found that, the softer he went, the slower the cum came, so that was how he did it, slowly.  She put her hands around his neck as he humped back and forth.  He could tell she was nearing her orgasm.

"Oh, yeah baby," she moaned.  "Fuck me harder!  Fuck me--AAH!  Oh yeah, uh, yeah, like that, uh, like that, uh, uh, UH, UH, OH MY GOD...AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!"  Her pussy tightened and Mike felt juices splash over his cock; she'd cum.  Mike sped up now, giving her the fucking she asked for.  He felt his balls now, slapping against his ass when he drew back, and hers when he shot forward.  His cock was moving in and out so fast, it was blurred.  His cum was beginning to leak out, and he could feel his orgasm fast approaching.  Liz was grunting now as he reached the point of no return.  There was no stopping it now, so he braced.

"LIZ, I'M CUMMING!" he shouted.  "I'M GONNA CUM!  LIZ, I'M GONNA, I'M GONNA...AARRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!"  Cum erupted from the tip of his cock, flowing through her pussy like Niagara Falls.  She was screaming; he was too, feeling the warmth spreading between them.  Slowly, each last drop of his cum was milked from him, until their screams faded and he lowered himself gently onto her.  She held him tightly to her as they struggled to regain their breath.

"Wow," he said after a while.
"I know," she replied breathlessly.  "That was something else."
"Yeah."  There was silence for a while.
"Mike?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you."  She reached up and kissed him.  Of course, he was still wearing her panties.  She didn't care.  They kissed through the crotch of her wet panties, the juices flowing from one tongue to the other.  Mike could feel his formerly limp cock rising again inside her pussy.  She obviously felt it too, because she rose her head to his ear and asked, "Ready for round two?"

Round two coming soon!

ught I saw movement; thankfully, I was still alone.

Finally, the previews ended and the movie began.  It was a stupid romance-comedy, and one I'd already seen before, though with other people in the room.  I waited five minutes into the movie; if no one showed up before then, I reasoned, they weren't going to show up at all.

Sure enough, at the end of the opening credits, I was still the only person in the theater.  I decided to get started.  I unzipped my jeans and slid them down to my ankles.  Then I pulled my now rock-hard cock and balls through the slit in my underpants and began to stroke.

Even though I was totally alone in the darkened room, and the only way the man in the projection booth could see me was by knocking out the window and looking directly down at me, it felt oddly satisfying to pretend someone was watching me, maybe jacking off in response to me stroking my seven-inch cock and fondling my balls.  It made me hornier and the pleasure greater to know I was sitting in a seat someone else had occupied before, pants around my ankles, working to spray my cum all over the seat in front of me.

I was pumping furiously with one hand and rubbing my balls with the other.  Heat began to spread at my waist; it was like my cock was becoming molten with the cum slowly making its way up it.  My hand slowly stroking my balls coaxed more pleasure out of it.  I'd never felt more at ease during a session.

Unfortunately, the movie wasn't helping.  Although the chick playing the female lead was hot as hell, I kept losing my concentration.  Once, I thought I had an orgasm, but someone made a really stupid joke which broke my concentration just long enough.

I realized then that a hand wasn't enough.  I needed more.  So I snuck in my backpack and felt around for a while, then I extracted two things: my sister's big purple dildo (I'd stolen it from her room earlier) and a tube of K-Y Gel.  With a thrill of excitement, I slid my briefs down my legs (with some difficulty) and put my legs up on the seat in front of me.  My ass was sticking out now.

I popped open the tube of lubricant and spread some on my fingers.  Then I rubbed them around my asshole and slid them inside.  I knew some gel was trickling down to the seat; that only increased my sense of fear of getting caught, which made me hornier than ever.  That, coupled with the fingers in my ass, the dildo waiting to replace them, and the whole realization of what I was doing, made me want to cum right then and there.

But I waited.  I knew that, if it took me an hour to cum (it usually did when I jacked off in front of a TV), I'd have an amazing orgasm.

Once the gel was spread all along the inner walls of my asshole, I slid my fingers out, poured some more gel on the dildo, and worked it around with my non-stroking hand.  For reference, my cock is seven inches long and about two inches around.  This thing I was about to fuck my ass with is nine inches long and about two and a half across.  I felt along the plastic cock I was preparing to take.  I felt ribbing along the sides and a flared head, with two half-balls making up the base.  I took it in my non-stroking hand and guided it to my tight, unfucked asshole.  I tickled around the opening with the tip of the dildo, only pushing the head in a little bit before pulling it out.  I always loved teasing myself.

Then I decided I was ready.  I pushed the dildo in, taking the head only at first.  The feel of this dildo inside me made me lift up my head and moan.  Had I been in my room, alone in the house, I would have screamed with joy.  But I wanted to be quiet.  Slowly, I worked more and more in, inch by inch, until I hit the back of my hole.  I was taking six inches in, and it was so big it was ripping my hole apart.  But I loved it so much that I started to ride it.  I was sliding it in and out of my asshole while I worked my cock with another hand. 

At that point, the movie was as important to me as shit.  All I knew was that I was fucking myself with a dildo bigger than my cock, I was nude in a movie theater where I could get caught in a seat where someone else was going to sit and had already sat before, and, from the feeling I was getting in my crotch, about to spray my cum all over the theater.  I decided to bring my imagination into play.

"Yeah, that's it," I whispered huskily to the dildo.  "Come on, big boy.  Fuck my tight asshole harder.  Ooh, that's how I like it.  Shoot your load in my tight hole.  Come on, my virgin hole is yours!  Cum in me, you big-dicked slut!  Make me feel as good as I'm making you feel.  Oh, yes!  Yes!  Right there, baby!  Now fuck me harder!

My body was seizing up and my balls were retracting under the scrotum.  I knew I was about to cum, and with no one else in the theater, I felt okay yelling my guts out.  As I began spasming, I reached the point of no return.  I kept stroking and stroking until finally, I felt my orgasm hit.

I started to yell as cum flooded out of my cock and sprayed everywhere.  Some landed on the back of the seat in front of me, some flew past that and hit the seat cushions, and quite a bit landed on me.  It was fantastic, and I was in heaven.

But when I was done, something else happened.  Someone else screamed.  My first thought was that it was the female lead, but I was wrong.  It was someone else in the theater.  From the sounds of it, a girl.

I was not alone after all.  She'd been lying down in her seat when I came in, and I hadn't noticed her.  What was more, she was masturbating too!

For some reason, I was feeling rather daring after cumming all over a movie theater, and my erection was still very much erect.  What the fuck, I thought.  Let's see how much we can get out of this.  I slowly pulled the dildo out of my ass, regretting the loss of its hugeness in my ass.  I put it and the lube back in my backpack, but I slid my pants and underpants off all the way, and stuffed them in my backpack too.  Then I wiped the floor and other chairs down.  I got up and limped down a few rows (the dildo was awesome, but fuck me, it hurt!), ass-naked from my waist down, until I reached her row.  Her beautiful head was still reared back, eyes closed all the way.  The dildo she had been using was still in her pussy; it was glistening wet, as was the seat cushion.  She looked at me and saw my erection, still glistening from the cum I'd squirted all over it, and smiled. 

"Okay, hon," she said seductively.  "Sounds like we're both warmed up.  Now let's get to the main event."

She stood up, pulled the dildo out (it was smaller than mine!) and beckoned me to the seat she just vacated.  I sat down, cock pointed up like a sundial, and she sat down on it, facing me.

It was clear she was no amateur when it came to fucking, although her pussy was blissfully tight.  She rode me like she was riding a horse, bouncing up and down, taking me in her up to the balls, then just to the tip of my head, then to the balls again.  I lifted her shirt up over her head and off.  Amazing: she wasn't wearing a bra.  Her tits, 36Cs by the looks of them, bounced up and down before me, nipples hard as tiny rocks.  I gently sucked on them, and she moaned with pleasure.

It was then that I saw the dildo she had been using.  It was lying across the seat next to us, still glistening wet with her juices.  I picked it up and licked her juices; she looked at me, eyes so seductive, so horny, practically begging me to take her, to do what she thought I would do.

Whether that was what she meant to say or not, I did.  I reached behind her, felt around for her asshole, and pushed the dildo in.  She reared her head back and moaned louder.  I manipulated the dildo so that, when I pulled back from her pussy, the dildo pushed in, and when it pulled back, I pushed in.  She seemed to like it very much; a minute after I started that, she screamed as she had another orgasm.  Her spasming body shook the row of seats we were in, and I thought she'd sound an alarm through the theater, she was so loud.  But no one came in to check, so we kept fucking like animals.  She had two rods in her and I was fucking a hot girl in a movie theater.  No wonder we were so horny.

I was nearing the point of no return again.  I had soon forgotten about the fact that there might be people outside; I was only concerned with giving this girl the fucking of a lifetime.  And when I reached the point of no return, I was ready to give her the grand finale.

"I'm cumming," I groaned.  "I'm fuckin' cummin' in your cunt, bitch!  Ooh, I'm gonna fuckin' blow my load in you, you little cunt!"  I wasn't kidding, and apparently, the temporary addition of dirty sex talk was just what she had wanted, because she went up and down a couple more times, then, when she felt me tense up, slammed down on me, just as I started to cum.

We both screamed; me as my cum started to explode out of me, her as she felt it gush through her netherregions.  It seemed I was using a lifetime's supply of cum at once, I was cumming so long.  She was writhing with orgasmic joy as I flooded her cunt with my juices.

"YEAH!" I was yelling.  "TAKE IT ALL!  TAKE IT, YOU HORNY BITCH!"  She loved it so much.  And I realized I loved her.

It took what seemed like hours for our orgasms to subside.  The movie was still playing, but it was almost over.  She slowly lifted her body off my subsiding erection; cum dripped out onto the floor and she wiped it off, then passed a napkin over her pussy.  We put on our assorted clothes, then made out through the rest of the movie.  I was fondling her breasts; she was handling my crotch.  I wanted to fuck her again and again.  She seemed to read this in my face, as well as in my cock, which was growing again after a while.

"Calm down, cowboy," she whispered in my ear.  "Come back to my place after the show.  I'll show you what I'm really able to do.  Maybe you can show me too."

"God, I fucking love you," I said.

"I fucking love you too," she whispered, and we started making out again.  We probably would have fucked again if the movie hadn't ended.  We got up and walked back to her place, looking innocent until we left the theater.  Along the way, I knew this was going to be a long and very fun night.

quot;JUMPING JEHOSEPHAT!"  I knew right then and there it wasn't going to work - but sometimes, the truth really did hurt.  That's where this story begins.

I stepped out of the tube connecting the plane to Paris Airport.  For a moment, I just stood still, taking in the sight of it and trying to forget.
My last girlfriend, Rose, and I, we were really close.  She really seemed to love me, and I sure as hell loved her back.  And it wasn't just lust.  It was real love.  Once, we went out into a field in the middle of the night and made love out there.  Romantic?  You bet.  It was wonderful, and I wondered how much better things could get.
Soon, I found out.  It turned out she got bored with me and started seeing someone else.  When I found out and asked her, calm as could be, if she wanted to break up with me, she just exploded.  She ranted on and on about how I treated her like a bitch - which was not true, I might add - and how she hated me from the start.  That hurt a lot more than any other girl I'd ever liked.

So I decided to just go somewhere.  Just to forget, that's all.  And, as far as I can remember, the only reason I picked France was so that I could get as far away from her as I could while staying as comfortable as I could away from home.  Not once did it cross my mind that I might have found another girl there.

The cab pulled up right underneath the sign: Westin Paris.  I handed the driver his fare and stepped out.
The hotel was a huge structure.  There had to be at least thirty floors there, with a huge lobby, complete with fountain, plush chairs, everything.  I made my way up to the front desk.

"Bonjour," the lady behind the desk said.

"Uh, yeah, hi," I replied.  Although I knew some French, I wasn't confident enough to speak it.  "I have a room reserved.  Walsh?"

"Walsh?  Let me see, sir.  W...w...yes, I see.  Jake Walsh, correct?"  I nodded my assent.  "I'm sorry, sir, the room isn't quite ready yet.  If you give us your cell phone number, we'll call you when it is."  I told it to her and stepped outside, wondering what to do to kill some time.  I decided to take a little stroll, see what all was around.

Lots of places were shops, mostly ladies' shops.  I walked for what seemed like forever, the walls on both sides of the street melting into monotony.  Finally, I passed what looked like a small cafe.  Deciding I could use a drink, I decided to go in.
It wasn't too crowded.  A few tables were occupied, but there were still a lot left.  I walked up to the counter and asked for a small decaf coffee.  The woman handed it to me, and I walked off and sat at a table close to a window.  Some of the other people were smoking, typing on laptops, others were couples chatting happily, not a care in the world...
For a while, I just stared out the window, my thoughts elsewhere.  Although I tried to console myself that I was better off without Rose, her unwarranted anger towards me felt like a knife wound in my chest.  I wanted to forget her, but the pain was just too much.

"Excusez-moi?" a voice sounded from above me.  I looked up to find myself staring at the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.  Her hair was gold and seemed to catch the sunlight.  Her eyes were a calming shade of blue, and she had a perfect set of ivory-white teeth.  Her breasts, not too big but not too small either, hung at her chest in a sophisticated way I'd never seen before.  She was a few inches smaller than me, but she looked about my age.  She was smiling.
"Is anyone else sitting here?" she asked, a French accent thickening her words.  I shook my head no and she sat down.  I noticed that there were still a lot of empty tables left, but I was too enthralled by her to care.  It wasn't just looks.  Something else about her seemed to pull me closer to her.

"Are you from around here?" she asked.  I shook my head no again.

"No," I tried to say as calm as I could.  "I'm American."  She made a soft 'oh!' of surprise.  "And you?"

"I'm from Lyons," she replied.  "Just visiting here."  I nodded.
"Me too," I said.  She stared at me, as if trying to read something on my face.

"You seem sad," she said suddenly.  I was a bit taken aback, but I nodded anyway.  "Why?"
I worked my mouth up and down, trying to think of the right thing to say.

"Oh, it's okay," she said hurriedly, holding up her hands.  "I probably shouldn't've asked."

"It's okay," I said.  "It's just...kind of hard to talk about, that's all."  She nodded sympathetically.

"Just here to get away?" she asked.  I nodded, trying to change the subject.

"So, you're from Lyons?" I asked finally.  "That's surprising.  Your English is perfect."  She smiled shyly.

"Thanks," she said.  "I try.  My name's Sophie."
"Jake," I replied.  "Nice to meet you, Sophie."
I found it very easy to talk to her then.  We sat for a long time and chatted about the weather, where we lived, everything.  When she got up, I was sad to see her go.

"It was nice talking to you," she said, bending down and kissing my cheeks.  Something about that made something click in my head.

"Listen," I said, calling after her.  "How'd you like to go to dinner tonight?  My treat."  She looked back at me for a while, and I was scared she would say no.  But she smiled and nodded.
"Seven o'clock," she said.  "Dominique's.  That's where I'd recommend."  I nodded.
"I'll meet you there," I said.  She nodded and walked away.

The room amazingly still wasn't ready, so I ended up changing in a public restroom and making my way up to the restaurant feeling happier than I had in days.  She was really something, that was for sure.  Something about her - couldn't quite put my finger on it, though - made her just irresistible to me.

I made it to Dominique's with a few minutes to spare.  Sophie was waiting, wearing a very attractive dress, dark blue, with her hair falling down past her shoulders.
"Good to see you," she whispered when she saw me, and kissed my cheeks again.  By now, I'd pretty much figured that as a thing of custom, and so I kissed her back.
"Shall we go in, then?" I asked.  She nodded, and we walked inside.

About an hour later, I leaned back in my chair and sighed.
"That was delicious," I said.  She sighed also.
"I could just sit here forever," she declared, and then looked up at me.  "So, how long are you in Paris?"
"Two weeks," I replied.  "You?"
"Same.  Where are you staying?"
"Well, I don't know," I said.  "I'm supposed to be at a hotel, but I think they forgot about me."  She laughed softly.

oser.

One night, a lot of the kids were hanging out at the basketball courts.  Some were shooting around, others were just hanging around.  I was one of the kids who was hanging around.  Honestly, I wasn't thinking about her right then.  But I saw her walking along the path near the court, and I figured that tonight was as good a night as any.  I was tired of this hard-on that wouldn't go away.  So I dashed up to the path.

"Hey!" I yelled.  "Alix!"  She turned and saw me.  She smiled and walked towards me.

"How are you?" she asked.

"Great!  Where are you headed?"

"Just up to my bunk.  I feel like turning in early."

"Oh."  Fuck.  "Do you mind if I walk you there?"

"Sure.  Why not.  It's a bit of a walk."

"I don't mind."  We started up the path.

"It's nice out, isn't it?" she asked me.

"Sure is."

"The summers up here are really nice.  Especially at night.  It's hot as hell during the day, but nice and cool at night."

"Yeah."  She turned to look at me.

"Is something wrong?"

"What?  Oh, no.  Nothing's wrong."

"I don't believe that.  Come on, tell me.  What's up?"  I sighed.

"I don't know if I should tell you.  You might get all offended.  And I don't want to offend you."  She smiled.

"I won't be offended.  Come on, spit it out."

"Well, I mean...well, it's really nothing, it's just...well, I've been up here for two weeks now and..."

"Yes?  And?"

"And...I haven't masturbated since then."  I really expected her to blow up at me.  But she nodded her head and made an "ah" noise.  I looked at her.  "That's it?  'Ah?'"

"Yeah.  I can understand.  I love masturbating.  I haven't been able to for a long time, either."

"Really?"

"Yeah.  It's hard to deal with, but I guess it's harder for boys."

"You, uh...wouldn't happen to know of anywhere where I could, do you?"  She laughed.

"Oh, sure.  Down by the water.  There's a shed where they keep all the pool equipment.  Camp legend says it's smelled like cum ever since the first people went down there to have sex.  Why?"

"Well, I mean...now that I know, I guess I was thinking of...you know, heading down there."

"What, now?  It's almost curfew."

"Oh, please.  I can finish up in a minute if I have to.  Besides...I was hoping that, since you needed to, you'd come with me."  She turned and looked at me.  I really thought she was going to explode this time.

"I'm sorry," she said.  "I know what you're asking me for, but I can't give it to you."

"Oh, I see.  I get it.  So you're lesbian, huh?"

"Not quite.  Solosexual."  I must've looked confused, so she said, "It means I only masturbate.  No sex.  Girls or guys.  I just can't risk getting hurt."

"Oh.  So you'll never have sex, ever?"

"Well, maybe not ever, but not for a while.  Maybe if I found the right guy."  She smiled, somewhat sadly.  "You know, you're about the closest I've come to that guy.  I'm sorry.  If I was interested in guys, I'd come down there with you."

"Oh."  She stared at me for a while, then sighed.

"Oh, what the hell.  Alright, I'll come down there with you.  Only because I need to masturbate.  I need it a lot.  I'm not going to have sex with you, though.  You can masturbate too, but that's it.  We clear?"

"Crystal clear."

"Okay.  Follow me."

We got to the shed in minutes.  There was a combination lock on the door.  Alix spun the lock, and, amazingly, it clicked open.

"One of my bunkmates told me the code," she said.  "Seems that it's not exactly secret.  Come on in, but be quiet."

She opened the door slowly.  It creaked a little bit, but not loudly.  We were at the end of the campground farthest away from everybody else.  We walked in, closing the door behind us.

It was totally dark in there.  I bumped into something hard and groaned.

"Where are you?" I gasped.

A light flickered on.  I looked around.  Alix had popped a lighter open.  With the light, I could finally see around the place.  It was a dump.  I had just bumped my leg on a worn table.

"It does smell like cum," I said.  She set the lighter on a countertop, giving us light throughout basically the entire shack.

"The cum of dozens of campers, accumulated throughout the years."  She wrinkled her nose.  "Dry cum, to be precise."  She was already undoing her belt.  "Remember your promise."

"Don't worry.  I won't rape you or anything."

"You say that now, but once you see me naked, you might do it.  I take it you've never seen a cunt before?"

"Not once.  You ever seen a dick before?"

"Nope.  I guess we'll both learn something tonight."  She undid her pants and slid them and her panties off her legs.  She was naked from the waist down.  She looked at me.  "Excited yet?"

"Yes."

"Then take your fucking clothes off.  I'd naked, why aren't you?"  I hurriedly began getting undressed.  She was calmly stripping off her shirt.  There was no bra underneath.

"I don't wear one," she said, as if she knew what I was thinking.  I slid my shirt over and off my head.  "I like things to hang free."

"I know what you mean," I said, undoing my jeans and underwear and sliding them off.  "Usually, I go commando."

"Neat.  But isn't it uncomfortable?"

"No.  Underpants are uncomfortable.  I can let my junk breathe a little.  As you see, it needs it."  I was hard now.  Seven inches.  She let out a whistle.

"If I was into guys, I'd be on you right now."

"But you're not.  You're into the masturbation part.  I take it you don't want any help?"

"Fingering's not a two-person job.  I appreciate it, but I can cum pretty well by myself."

"You are a big girl, I guess."

"You're a big guy.  In more ways than one."

"Look, we can sit around all day, but my hard-on is still here."

"And my pussy is dripping.  So let's start, shall we?"  She sat down against the countertop.  I walked over and sat down next to her, but a good distance away.  She spread her legs and gently massaged her slit.  I grasped my cock in one hand and started stroking.

I had gone through enough orgasms to be able to handle the pleasure.  I didn't moan or groan or say anything.  I just went at it.  Alix was the same.  I expected her to be yelling and moaning immediately, but all I heard was a few short, dull moans as she worked her slit.  I could see it glistening in the light as she worked it.

Soon after, she started fingering herself.  She slid her middle finger into the slit and moved it in and out for a while, but she still didn't react beyond a few short moans.  She still didn't when she added a second finger.  Even adding a third finger only made her breathe a little harder.

But I was so turned on.  I was paying more attention to her than I was to myself.  She was a master, pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy like lightning.  Why would she need a cock?  She was giving herself the fingerfucking of a lifetime and she wasn't even flinching.  Me, on the other hand...well, between her fingering herself like a pro and my pent-up sexual frustration, I was approaching my climax faster than I ever had before.

"Yeah, that's it," I murmured.  "That's fucking awesome...finger that pussy, yeah, yeah, just like that...oh, that's gonna fucking make me cum..."

She did something then that I will never forget.  She pulled her fingers out, then balled her entire hand into a fist and, before I fully registered what she was doing, she had pushed the entire fist into her cunt.  She let out a moan of pure joy as she fisted her pussy.  That pushed me clean over the edge.

"I'm cumming!" I yelled out as I felt my dick spasm.  Waves of intense pleasure passed through my entire body as I shot streams of milky-white cum onto the floor a couple of feet away from me.  It was one of the best orgasms I had ever experienced.

Seeing me cum must have pushed Alix over too.  She yanked her hand out and furiously rubbed her clit.  She moaned and cried louder, breathing faster and faster.  Still only semi-removed from my orgasm, I turned just in time to catch her pussy explode with her juices.  They shot everywhere, like fireworks, on her hand, her thighs, her feet.  She was yelling like she had never experienced anything like this before.  Her orgasm must have lasted twenty seconds before she finally calmed down, her head resting against the counter, beads of sweat on her forehead.

"You're a fucking goddess," I murmured.  "How the fuck did you do that?"

"Fisting?" she asked.  "It's simple.  Just requires a lot of practice."  She glanced at her watch.  "But I'll have to tell you how some other time.  We need to get going."

"Going?"  A terrible thought crossed my mind.  What if we never saw each other again?  As if she could read my mind, Alix looked at me.

"I can give you my e-mail, silly," she said playfully.  "Keep in touch with me.  Who knows?  Maybe we can do this again sometime.  I know a lot more tricks I could show you."

"I'd like that."

"Until then, here..."  She reached out a hand.  She was holding her panties.  They were red, like a rose.  "I know it looks weird, but...I want you to hold onto these until I see you again.  Wear them, jerk off in them, do whatever you want.  Just give them back to me later, okay?"

"Okay.  Do you, eh, want mine?"

"No thanks.  I appreciate it, but you don't have to give me anything."  She was sliding her jeans on now.

"That's not fair.  If you give me something, I want to give you something."

"What?"

"Well, how about a kiss?"  She stared at me.  "Just one innocent little kiss.  I'm not trying to get sex or anything.  I just figured...you know, a kiss..."  She hesitated, then smiled, leaned in, and kissed me once on the mouth.  We didn't french-kiss, and it only lasted a couple of seconds.  When she pulled back, it was slow.  I could still taste her wonderful cherry lipstick.

"Thank you," she said.  "I'll remember that.  Come on.  Let's get dressed, then I'll give you my e-mail."

"Okay."  We dressed in silence for a while.  It wasn't until I had put her panties on that I thought of something.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked.

"Sure."

"If you were into guys, would you fuck me?"  She looked at me, as if she was sizing me up.

"Yeah, I guess so.  Why?"

"No reason.  I was just curious, that's all."

"Would you want to fuck me if I was interested?"

"In a second," I replied in about that time.

When we were fully dressed, she turned off her lighter and tiptoed up to the door.  She eased it open slightly.

"Okay, it's clear," she whispered.  "Come on."  I followed her out, closed the door, and slid the lock in place.  Then she did a strange thing.  She reached out and took one of my hands in hers.  I looked at her.  She shrugged.  Hand in hand, we got back on the path and walked back towards our bunks.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

long before the sun started to set and the forest turned darker and colder.

"Let's set up camp here," she suggested.  I assented, and set to work propping up the tent while she gathered wood and carefully lit a fire.  The heat started to warm us both, so once she'd finished putting up the tent for me, we pulled out our big blanket and snuggled next to each other in the firelight.  Her beautiful green eyes and flowing brown hair glowed.

"God, you're so beautiful," I whispered in her ear.  She smiled at me.

"If you want me to fuck you, you don't have to say all that," she said.  A knot rose in my chest.

"But I meant it.  Really, I did."

"I know.  And I appreciate that very much."  I could feel her hand rubbing against my thighs.  "And I love you for that.  But really, if you want me to, all you have to do is ask."

"All right.  Will you?"  Her hand closed around my crotch.

"I thought you'd never ask."  She dove under the blanket.  I could hear my pants being unzipped and felt them and my underpants being forced down past my knees.  My cock was standing at attention now.  She paused, whether to admire it or stare fearfully at it I don't know.  But that lasted a second.  Then she put her mouth around it, and, disregarding foreplay, took it all, all seven inches of it, into her mouth.

This was no surprise to me.  As I had discovered through experience, this girl was a master at all things fucking.  She bragged to me that she could take a cock in her pussy and ass, and two in her mouth and jerk off two others all at the same time.  I was not prepared to doubt that.  But as she went to work on me, I wondered how the guys getting blowjobs would take that.

She was very thorough.  She worked every single inch of my cock with her spittle and massaged my balls as well.  It was amazing that she hadn't had any boyfriends (as she told me once, and no, I don't doubt her when she says that) from the way she was working me, and had been over the past few days.  She licked around the most sensitive part on the underside of my cock, and I leaned back and moaned.

After the theater, we weren't exactly shy about fucking outdoors anymore.  We'd fucked on her balcony, in parks...hell, she'd given me a handjob as I fingered her in McDonald's once.  We were still alert for any sign of voyeurs, but no one had spotted us yet.  We were convinced that no one would.

She was working me so hard and so fast that what she did next seemed like overkill.  She slid two fingers into my ass.  That did it.  I seized up, my ass taking her fingers in and not letting go, as I burst my load in the back of her mouth.  She gagged once, but then took the rest without protest, licking me clean for every drop, as if it was medicine she needed to live.  Finally, she peeked out from under the blanket.  There was still a bit of cum on her lips.  She was sexier than ever.

"That was amazing!" she said.  "Your best one yet."

"You did alright too," I replied.  "That last bit."

"I remembered you liked anal," she replied.  She reached into her backpack and fumbled around for something.  She soon found it.  "That's why I brought this."  She pulled out a harness and a strap-on, along with some lube.  "I'll show you how good it can feel."  She pushed me onto my hands and knees and got up behind me, ready to fuck me doggystyle.  She opened the lube and spread some on the dildo.  It was seven inches, about two across, very lifelike...wait a minute.  Was that...?

"An exact copy of your cock," she said.  "Got a kit off the internet.  I made this while you were sleeping.  I thought it might heighten the pleasure."  I felt adrenaline pump faster as she spread some lube on, in, and around my asshole and rubbed it in.  Sometimes, she'd let a finger slip in and hold it for a while.  I was excited.  This was new territory for me.  Finally, she slid off her pants and thong panties, revealing her tight, moist pussy.  She slid the harness on like a pair of panties; the cock was standing up like it had a mind of its own.  She waited until I was sure I was ready, then pushed the dildo in.  I took it up to the hilt before she pulled back.

Something about getting fucked by your own cock is satisfying.  But getting fucked by your own cock with a girl behind it is fucking amazing!  She was humping me faster and faster, bottoming out against my ass over and over.  It was amazing.  My cock was rising again, getting harder and harder as I started to stroke it.  The feeling was so intense I was surprised I didn't explode right then.  But I wasn't ready yet.

"Oh, yeah, baby," I whispered to her.  "Come on, fuck me harder!  Let me take your huge rod!  Ohhh, that feels so fuckin' good.  Come on!  Take me harder!  Spray your cum in me!"  She loved it when we role-played like this.

After a while, when I was close to cumming, she pulled out, then gently pushed me onto my back and lifted my legs up the air and put them on her shoulders.  We were facing each other now.  She smiled and pushed in again.  It was much more gratifying to see the person I was fucking, see her moaning and rocking back and forth.  She took off her shirt (she never, ever wore bras), as if her firm breasts would confirm she was a girl, not an impostor.  Seeing them pushed me over the edge.

"Josie!" I yelled.  "I'm c-c-CUMMING!  AHHHH!"  At the last minute, she pulled out and wrapped her lips around me again.  My cum sprayed into her mouth and she took every last drop and swallowed it.  I was still moaning after my orgasm subsided.  My asshole was gently throbbing.

"How was that?" she asked, licking her lips.  "I suppose that, judging by the fact you woke up the whole park, you liked it?"

"Fuckin' amazing," I said.  "You're just fuckin' amazing."  We sat there for a while, me recovering from two amazing orgasms, her watching me recover from her handiwork.  "How'd you learn all this stuff if you never had a boyfriend?"

"Oh, ya know.  Internet, all that stuff.  Few chat rooms here and there.  But enough about me.  How're you?"

"I think I'll live, if that's what you mean."  She giggled.

"With all that cum you've shot into me, I'd think you're all out."

"You'd think wrong.  I've got plenty left, and I'm saving it for tonight."  With that, I pushed her backwards onto the ground.  She laughed as I jumped on top of her and began nuzzling her tits.  She giggled as my tongue rode over her soft, silken skin and gently licked at her hard nipples.  She started moaning as I sucked on them, my tongue running over them and my mouth surrounding them.  She moaned louder and started convulsing mildly.  She was clearly enjoying this just as much as I enjoyed her blowjob.  So, I decided to make it more interesting.

I slid my hand down to her crotch and worked my fingers around her pussy.  She twitched more as she felt me probing her femininity.  Slowly, I forced one in.  Then two.  Then all five.  With each new finger, she moaned louder and louder.  I started finger-fucking her while sucking her tits.  She was twitching a lot now.  I could tell she was about to cum, so I did something I hadn't done to anyone before, and I pushed my whole hand into her pussy.

Well, that did it.  She screamed with pleasure and dumped a whole load of her juice all over my arm.  I kept my hand firmly embedded in her as she released more and more of her cum all over me and the ground.  Finally, when she stopped, I pulled it out of her and she looked up at me.

"I never thought you'd get to that," she said finally.  "I was waiting for you to do that."

"Sit back and relax, baby," I replied.  "The party's not over yet.  And I've got a few more tricks up my sleeve."  She spread her legs for me, and I took her in my arms, leaned over her, and pushed my cock into her still-dripping pussy.  She jerked her head up and gasped as she felt me enter her.  Apparently, this was much better than the dildo.  I was ready to prove that right, so I pushed in deeper, making her take me in up to the balls.  Then I pulled out and slammed back into her.  She loved to be fucked, but only hard.  None of this romantic shit, she told me once.  Don't make love to me.  Just fuck me hard, like it's the last time we can.

She didn't think I would take that to heart so, but I did.  I could tell she was in ecstasy as I banged her womanhood harder and harder.  She moaned with each successive thrust, and after a while, I could see her juices on my cock, reflected in the dying firelight.  Her pussy was spread wide with my meat inside it.  Each thrust was like pushing into a volcano.  Her juices filled up inside it, and the heat from the two of us was staggering.

"Oh baby," she said to me.  "Ooh, fuck my tight pussy, baby!  You fuckin' hear me?  Blow another of your big loads into my cunt.  Show me what you got, baby!  Oooooh, yes, yes, harder, bang my dirty cunt harder!"  She was turning me on so much.  I could feel my orgasm approaching, and I knew hers was too, so I kissed her.  We kissed passionately and I rubbed her breasts again as we fucked.  She moaned progressively higher and higher as I thrusted deeper and deeper.  Then, she screamed, but I muffled it with my screams.

I blew another huge load deep into her pussy.  Cum flooded out of my cock, shot out like a rocket, deep into the regions of her womanhood, just as her juices exploded from her once again in another mind-blowing orgasm.  We both came at the same time.  It seemed to take hours for the last drops of our cum to milk out of us.  We lay there for a while, still breathing heavily.  Then I pulled out of her.  Cum dripped down her pussy onto the ground.

"Come on," I said.  "That fire's not gonna feed itself."  She nodded, and I helped her to her feet.  We went to search for more wood.  We were still naked, though, down to our feet.  We didn't want to ever have to put on our clothes again, and we weren't about to start now.  We collected branches, brought them back, and tossed them on the fire.  It crackled happily with the new fuel.  She went to look for more, and I followed her.

Her ass was jiggling slightly when she walked.  It was unbelievable that I would still have sexual drive after what had gone on that night, but I felt my cock grow again.  I was hornier than I ever dreamed I could be.  This girl was sexy, and she was mine.  And we were all alone...

I grabbed her roughly by the arms and held her close to me.

"More?" she asked.  "You're insatiable.  All right.  Where to this time?"  For an answer, I got down on my knees and licked her asshole.  "Ooh, my favie.  You sure know how to please me."

"Just you wait," I said.  "You think you've had a good time?  This is gonna blow you away."  She wrapped her arms around a tree trunk as I advanced on her ass, my cock rising and rising with anticipation.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked.  "An engraved invitation?  Come on, fuck me silly!"

"You're the boss," I said, and pushed in.  She seized up as she felt me probing her tight hole.  She moaned seductively, and I started humping her.  It was harder, obviously.  We hadn't done as much anal sex as I would have liked, but the anal we did do was amazing.  This, I could tell, would be better than ever.

She loved taking me in, I could tell.  Each thrust made her groan with pleasure, and she kept her arms firmly wrapped around the tree.  Her hands were maintaining so tight a grip, they were red.  I was giving her the fucking of a lifetime, all right.  And she was loving every second of it.

As we went on, it got easier to fuck her.  I was going in faster and faster, she was moaning louder and louder, and we were both in heaven.  The pleasure I was getting was unbelievable, and Josie told me later that she loved every minute of our fun.  I placed my hands on her thighs as I fucked her faster.  She kept urging me on, telling me to fuck faster, to stick her with my cock, to shoot one last load in her...her breasts swung back and forth each time I thrusted out and in.  Her beautiful hair glistened with the light from the fire.  Oh, I couldn't take it anymore.

"Uh, I'm cumming!" I shouted.  "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna, I, I...YEARGHHH!"  I exploded again, sending wave after wave of cum deep into her hole, just as she started screaming again and shot a wave of her juices out of her pussy, onto my balls or the ground.  For one more time that night, we were cumming all over each other, our drive for more pleasure rapidly ebbing, but just for a while.

When we were both done, I slowly pulled out of her.  She licked her juices off of my balls, and when we were done, we went back to the campsite.  We went into the tent and fell asleep, arms draped around each other.

When we woke up, we had breakfast, then walked to the car and drove back to her apartment.  From there...well, I'll let you work out the rest of the details.  We're still boyfriend and girlfriend, though, and we're still very physical with each other.  That's really all there is to say.

The End.