The Ultimate Teenage Beach Adventure - Sex Stories

The Ultimate Teenage Beach Adventure

... Hickam's advice. He said, 'That's where you'll find the cocks.' He was right. I think I scored with just about every jock from the seventh grade on." "My god!" His eyes rounded. "You know the porcupine joke?" "No." "'If she had as many dicks sticking out as she's had stuck in, she'd look like a procupine." Chelsea emitted a giggle, quickly suppressed. She frowned. "Is that a put-down?" He said fervently. "If I was a girl, I'd love it." She regarded him thoughtfully. Slowly her smile recovered. "Wonder how many sizes I'd have to go up?" "Sizes?" "So my clothes would fit over so many dicks." He giggled. "And think of all the jizz you've swallowed." "Yeah," she breathed but added conscientiously, "I don't usually swallow. Boys think that means you're in love." "Well, it gets in your mouth, doesn't it?" "Mostly. Some guys like to jerk it on your face. But I hate that. It makes a mess, can burn your eyes and is hard to get out of your hair." "Don't you ever spit?" "And miss out?" She smiled. "Karen says you only need to spit first thing in the morning when it tastes like piss. I don't know. I never spent the night with a guy. And besides, piss isn't so bad." "It isn't?" "Like flat champagne." She giggled. "Or maybe it's vice-versa. Karen's finecky anyway." "Do all the cheerleaders fuck?" "Like bunnies. Because they want to be popular. If they didn't, why go out for cheerleading?" He groused, "But they only fuck jocks." "It's the only guys they know." She regarded him ...

... thoughtfully. "Which might be a mistake. Hickam was right. He said most jocks are lousy lovers, but no worse than the other guys." "We're all lousy, eh?" "Not all." She took hold of his cock and remarked, "This is a good one." She pumped it a few times. "I owe you one. What would you like, Dolf?" "I want to jizz in your mouth once more, this time as deep in your throat as it will go." "Oh yeah?" Her eyebrows rose. "Do you really like it deep?" She lightly pinched the crimson head. "Don't boys feel everything just here?" "Not everything. The pole can feel too. Especially the bottom of it." Her hand cupped his scrotum. "How about here?" "Everywhere you touch." She smiled. "I guess guys and gals have a lot in common, really." His hand went to her breast. "Not as much as their differences." "Well, let's put them together." Her mouth descended on him and began a long, slow stroke from tip to base. Her nose burrowed into his pubes. She continued without pausing, breathing nasally. After a while he said, "Chelsea, you're really good, you know. In porn flicks the cocksuckers always stop to lick and jack awhile. I love how you just keep it in your mouth." She sniffed acknowledgment but continued her stroke. He stuffed a pillow behind his head to hold it up for their eyes to lock. He realized hers were twinkling. "What is it? You like to do this, don't you?" She nodded at the top of her stroke, lips evidently smiling despite their distention. He felt the first rising thrill. "My fantasy is a girl ...