Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2003 06:19:46 -0800 (PST) From: rodger pepper Subject: Chesapeake Bay 4 If you are under 18, you should not read this. If reading stories of a sexual nature are illegal where you are, then don't goddam read this. Get out and vote! This story is true, and is from a moment in my life where I was developing my sexual identity. I'm a straight adult, but I was a voraciously bi youth. It was all very natural, and I'm not in the least bit ashamed or unhappy about it. I hadn't really thought about it much since then, until the past six months, when writing about it on The Kristen Archives, Nifty, and Literotica brought it roaring back to my senses. I can taste the moment, feel it, smell it all over again, just by writing. This, in itself, is a new experience, and I'm really enjoying it. If you like the story, feel free to e-mail me, at backinthehayloftagain@yahoo.com Getting feedback is cool, especially from those with similar experiences! Don't be shy! ***NOTE*** Writing about my origins as a sexual being does not mean that I wish to relive them in real life. If you are under 18 or like to pretend that you are, please do NOT e-mail me.***Note Further*** While I respect the aforementioned erotica sites for their total free speech stance, I protest the acceptance of stories that include any form of non consent or violence, or any adult to minor contact. I hope that total free speech includes my protests. Meeting Lee It was late in the summer, and it had been one of the best summers of my life. The feeling of independence was amazing, and the sex was steady, wicked, and FUNNY! Glen's cousin, Lee, turned 16 the weekend before, and I turned 13 that week. My folks came down for a great visit on Saturday, and Sunday Glen had Lee come to camp to hang out and meet me. A little more background on Glen and Lee, as Glen had explained it to me. They were cousins in a very close family, living in 1940s suburban houses, catty corner from each other, on a residential street in a basically rural area of Maryland not far from the camp. They had a really nice aunt who had one of the other houses, and she had former in laws in a house at the end of the street. Glen and Lee had been playmates since birth, and, according to stories Glen would tell me during our whack off and suck sessions, they had developed a most remarkable, constant sex life, that was just a super extention of their play time, except it was SEX play. He would tell me in incredible detail the literal ins and outs of their sex, and I suppose it sounded hot, but what it really sounded like was FUN! I was, at first, really shocked one day when Glen told me that he had told her all about us 69ing all the time, and about how I could give myself head, and how I liked to give head to some of the other campers, so long as I was going to get mine, too. He told me that she liked to ask for details while they were fucking, and that his telling her every tiny moment of our deeds would make her squeal and wiggle with a huge grin while he was inside her. This, of course, made me even crazier with giggles, and I would suck Glen like a mad boy, and he would do the same to me. Glen and Lee were best friends as well as cousins, and if she was as cool and as much fun as he was, then all this was fine and I couldn't wait to meet her. I'll never forget her arrival at the summer camp. She showed up in a totally beat up French car (NOT a Citoen) that her (and Glen's) aunt had saved to give her for her 16th birthday. It ran, barely, but who cared. It ran! She climbed out, wearing light colored, tight plaid shorts and a sleeveless cotton blouse. She was slender without being skinny, barely, and was absolutely the prettiest girl I had ever seen. She was definitely NOT the little adolescent nudist in the magazine that Glenn said she looked like. She seemed to me, at the time, to be the epitomy of young womanly grace, with a tomboy edge. Her hair was shoulder length, light brown, and her eyes sparkled. As I said, Glen had told her ALL about me, and I was excited to meet her on many different levels. We spent a few hours just having fun at the camp during an off day (new arrivals had a tight schedule, but I had been there for weeks). We went swimming, played volleyball, hung out and listened to the radio, and just had a great relaxed day. Then at one point, she grinned at both of us in a slightly broader manner, and said it was time to go back to Glen's room above the kitchen. She was in charge, in a fun way, not a mean way, and we went along happily, like two silly puppies. When we got up the stairs, she shut the door, turned the radio on low, and looked me in the eye. She stated that a girl should be able to speak clearly and frankly to her lover about what she liked to do. Did I agree? Yes! Of course! Then she taught me how to kiss. It was beautiful, and slow, and tender, and just cool as hell. She told me to unbutton her blouse, and to remove her bra. My hands were actually shaking, not just trembling, and she held them gently against her boobs for awhile, letting me feel them through the fabric, and kissed me gently. When I seemed to stop shaking, she told me to finish removing her bra, and to kiss her small but not tiny boobs. They had what I now know as puffy nipples, and I found them fascinating. Glen sat right across from us, and bit by bit his clothing seemed to fall off of him until he was naked and sat stretching his pole. Lee didn't seem to notice. I want you to learn how to lick my pussy, she said, and I was glad to have such a confident teacher. But first, she said, visibly ratcheting up the energy, I want to see you DO IT! I looked at Glen, not knowing what part of `doing it' she was talking about, and Glen came right out and said out loud She wants to see you suck yourself. You too, I said to him, and he rolled right up and over, and I tore off the rest of my clothes and rolled up and got my dick into my mouth as fast as you could imagine. Lee was staring with her face right over my ass, grinning and caressing my balls and ass, pushing me gently down so that more of it went all the way into my mouth. She let out an outright squeal of delight and said to Glen that He can get it in MUCH further that YOU can. It was hot in the room, and her hand was swirling over and over my balls with a sweaty lubrication. Then she was working her hand up and down my dick rhythmically, her hand banging up against my lips. She unrolled me and stretched me out fully on the bed, and put her lips on my dick and sucked me like crazy. She stopped and started to kiss me much heavier and deeper that before, a completely different kind of kiss. Suck Glen, she said through her kisses, not a heavy command, just matter of fact. I opened my eyes, and, as if they had discussed this and had a game plan, Glen was standing right there with his dick close enough, so I leaned over and he popped it right into my mouth. GOD, Lee said, and she really was hopping up and down on her haunches, one hand on my dick and the other between her legs. She started to come and I didn't understand what was going on at first, though I knew what coming was. Her breath was crazy and there were noises coming through her teeth. It was actually a little scary, like maybe there was something wrong. Glen flopped forward and we both started to 69, something that I was always happy to do with him. Lee sort of lying across the both of us panting while Glen started to come. His coming brought mine on, and we were both bucking and coming and sucking and clutching each other really tight like 69 wrestling. Next thing you know we were all just laying back, grinning like... Like what? Like wickedly funny friends who had just done a wickedly funny thing! Lee rearranged herself and started making out with Glen, moaning. I sat up and watched. It was a much more grown up sort of make out than she and I had done a few minutes before, and she started to rub up and down Glen's pole as he started to mosh his hand all over her pussy. Wait, she said as she broke their embrace, and sat up and looked at me again. I want you to learn to kiss my pussy, the way I like it to be kissed. I grinned a readiness and she laid back and instructed me. Gently run your tongue up my pussy lips, then flick down, then do it again. And again. And again. Feel my nub at the top? Flick that down with your tongue. Again. Again. Again. Again. She had her fingers in my longish hair, and was pulling my face into her while shifting her hips back and forth and up and down... I loved it. I loved the taste of it, the smell of it, I loved when she shuddered and reacted to my flicking her clit. God, your cute, she said to me, again, and again, and again. She came, really pulling my head into her, rubbing back and forth across my face, over and over, grunting high shushing noises through her teeth. After that we just laid back on the two bunks and laughed about the kinds of silly things that teens laugh about, still naked, still sweaty. It all seemed so natural, but what had just occurred could only have happened in that warm, safe environment, that beautiful, free summer of love. I know Glen can come again, she said to me after a little while. Can I get in real close and watch you suck him? Sure, I said, grinning my happy boy grin, and eager to please her any way she wanted. I got into a familiar position, on my knees near the end of the bed. Glen spread his legs and I lowered my head and slurped him right in. I looked to the left at her face, just a few inches away, eyes wide and huge grin. I bobbed up and down, swirling my tongue around and rolling my head from side to side each time I drew back, putting on a show for her, and loving every minute of it. She moved my hands off of his balls and started to massage them herself, then ran her tongue along the base of his dick. I got out of the way a little, but she made it clear I should continue, just make room to share. We paused to kiss, then I really took over. I knew Glen well enough to know when he was getting close, and I found myself moaning my own total pleasure out loud while getting ready. He started to buck on the bed and shot a second load into my mouth. Kiss me, Lee said, almost hissing in my ear. I kissed her, and she seemed to be trying to clean out my whole mouth with her tongue. I almost burst out laughing, but the whole thing was just SO hot and crazy. GOD, I loved that girl! Even though I hadn't actually fucked a girl yet, I felt very much like I had become a man that day. I tasted a girl, and had made her come. That another guy was involved didn't seem the least bit unusual to me at the time, and looking back, I can only grin at the delightful absurdity of it all!