Date: Sat, 29 May 2004 04:10:02 +0000 From: Stanton Pride Subject: Double Dipping Let me first tell you about Judy, the cousin of my sister-in- law. She was a wild thing, and prone to have her hand in her own panties as often as she could (when, and if she wore any). I met her by chance one evening after school when John took me swimming at a place in the mountains where someone had cleared a camping area and dredged a nice, deep hole for diving. It was a beautiful mountain stream and the water was as clear as home-drawn bath water but always wonderfully cool on bare skin. Anyway, John picked me up on his way home from work one evening and asked if I wanted to go swimming. He worked for a major manufacturing company in town, and is a friend of my older brother. John was nearing his 40s at that time, or at least it appeared so to me; I was in seventh grade, so you can figure about how old I was, and I weighed about 85 pounds with a pocket full of change. My mother thought it was `swell' of him to take me under his wing, like a big brother. What she did not know was that, going with John meant I got to steer the car while sitting up close to his leg, which also meant he would have my little winkle in his hand the whole time I was steering. So off we set for the mountain stream which was about thirty to forty minutes up into the mountains. Soon after we pulled out of the parking lot next to the house, my jeans were undone and John was twirling my little winkle between his thumb and index finger, getting it nice and hard, which made it about four inches long and solid as a 10 penny nail. As we drove along he played and I steered. He would bring me to the edge of ecstasy and then letting me drift for a while as the car rolled along between the tree-lined highway with the summer air streaming in the windows. As we approached the first summit I knew, from our many previous trips to the swimming hole, where the first stop would be. We came to an intersection at the top which divided the road in three directions, the center most divide being the oldest and least traveled by ("...and that made all the difference"). I knew what John was expecting in return for the trip, the forthcoming drinks and snacks, and the privilege of steering the car. So we took the middle fork a short distance to the fire-road that ran back across the mountaintop. I pulled to a stop at the usual spot, switched off the engine and scooted toward the passenger door. John slid to the middle of the seat and tugged his trousers down, his little stubby cock hard at attention, awaiting attention. I pulled my jeans off and leaned over to take his fat little prick all the way into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it as I sucked gently up and down. He had trained me well. His breath rate instantly doubled. While his one hand was on the back of my head, and the other fingering my skinny little ass, I slobbered and sucked for several minutes while massaging his huge balls that I could barely wrap my boy-size fingers around. He had amazingly large balls. I attributed his massive loads of cum, which usually choked me when I took one in my mouth, to the size of his balls (although I'm not certain of that). In any case, I felt that spasm go through his upper legs that always signaled me to slow down, so I stopped and licked and sucked his balls for a minute or two, then climbed on top of him and sat directly down on his little chubby. With it already slippery with my wet mouth and his precum, it only took a second to slip it into my tiny anus. I felt the stretch and ... pop ... as it broke past my tightness and I sank slowly down over it until my ass met his belly. I was facing the front of the car, my hands on the dash, my knees on either side of his lap, feet against the back of the seat. I began my slow rocking ascent / descent on his dick, feeling my tiny scrotum settle on top of his huge one every time I came back to earth. I would occasionally dangle mine just above his to feel the titillation of them touching one another. I began jerking myself off, and as I came closer to my own extrusion, my anus clamped all the tighter on him, bringing him along with me. When that conflagration of hot semen gushed into my tight little ass, my own began to flow, almost as if what he pumped into the back, was coming right back out the front. Even as I write this, I can feel the pleasure of his hot silky juice and the dizzying rush that it gave me when we came together. We cleaned ourselves with the abundance of supplies he always had on hand for these occasions (although my ass would drip cum for the next thirty minutes). Then he pulled sodas and whiskey from the ice chest in the trunk and we drank and I had a smoke before we continued our trip to the swimming hole. That was where we met Judy and my sister-in- law, swimming together, and alone. Part 1: to be continued.