I beat off again when I got home from the late-night newspaper run, images of the lustful coupling I had witnessed stuck in my brain, and I still woke up Sunday morning as horny as I remembered. The scene of Candace Johnson cumming all over her husband’s massive dick, her big tits heaving and her wide hips rotating were all I could think of. My brain was telling my cock to grow hard, remain hard and shoot some more come. So, I did, thinking of Candi and her mightily hung husband. My nearly eighteen-year-old cock didn't take long before depositing a load of white cum onto the already-crusty pillow I was fond of humping.
In the shower, I soaped my near-hairless chest and was thrilled to remember there was no school the next day and my friend Steve and I planned a sleepover in the backyard tent that evening. It was our private refuge where we would not be interrupted by our little sisters or parents. It usually involved some beer, a joint or two, and some porn. We had known each other since we were little and loved experimenting.
As I washed dried spent cum off my belly and thought about the story I had to tell Steve about my peeping, my cock was surging again. But before the urge to jerk off again consumed me, I finished and got dressed, skipping the underwear and opting for loose-fitting shorts and a tight-fitting T-shirt.
We pitch the tent in the far corner of the yard underneath large trees for maximum privacy. As darkness began to fall around 9 pm, I spread out the double-sized sleeping bags and made sure the cooler was full. Steve was bringing the latest porn magazines, stolen from his old man's stash.
As we were undressing—being naked was a mandatory part of our sleepovers—Steve told me he had a surprise: he’d invited his neighbor, Pam, a petite eighteen-year-old brunette, to join us. She knew the rules of our party den and promised to play along.
“It’s all good,” Steve said. “We kissed and petted before. Seems like she has lots of experience. When I told her about our sex games, she was begging for an invite.”
I pulled my shorts off and tossed them in the corner, my cock growing at the idea of a naked girl in the tent.
I watched with lust in my eyes as Steve took off his shirt to bear a smooth chest. I noticed a bulge in his tight shorts and a few random pubic hairs poking out of the top of the cutoffs. “I can’t wait to see those baby tits on Pam," I said, picturing the classmate who looked younger than she was. "And her tight little ass: hot, hot hot.”
We smoked a joint and finished a beer or two as we flipped through a titty mags. I told Steve about my peeping experience and our cocks grew to full staff. He begged for all the details, and we stroked each other as I relived the scene. We didn’t expect Pam for a while, so he suggested we go ahead and “take care of” ourselves.
We slid down on our sides, Steve facing my crotch, and my head inches away from his bulging member. As we had done so many times before, we swallowed each other, and our hips began a rhythmic pumping as we took more cock down our throats.
“Ahhh, man!” We both moaned as our experienced mouths milked our meat and our hands held our tight teen butts. We came within seconds of one another and collapsed on our backs. What a great start to the night.
Once it was completely dark and the lights in all the neighboring houses were out, the gate on the chain-link fence squeaked open, and we heard Pam whisper: “Here I come boys, ready or not.” We were instantly hard in anticipation of the guest of honor’s appearance.
Once inside, Pam treated the two naked seventeen-year-old boys to a hot little striptease. I say little because she was only wearing a tiny halter top and bikini bottoms. She was fully exposed to our heightened libidos quickly. We all just stared at each other, soaking in the teen bodies before us, the thin public hair, the pulsing, still-maturing cocks, and the erect dark nipples atop small buds of Pam’s adolescent boobs. I was as horny as I had ever been, and my cock felt like it would burst.
“Is it OK if I touch you boys?” Pam asked. “Your cocks are so much bigger than my boyfriends’ or my big brother's.”
Steve nodded and got up on his knees to present his turgid penis to our new playmate. She gripped it with her tiny hands and fingers adorned with bright red polish circled his tool.
“Oh god, Pam, your hand feels too good. Let me touch your tits,” Steve said as he reached for her A-cup breasts.
With her spare hand, Pam reached between her legs and spread her dainty labia lips. One finger circled her clitoral hood and she gasped for breath. She rubbed herself faster and her hand began going up and down Steve’s cock at a quicker pace, causing the blue veins in his wood to bulge even more.
I took it all in and grabbed my penis, which was seeping precum despite not having been touched.
“Damn it,” I said as my cock pulsed to my touch. “Pam, you are so hot. Beat his meat. I want to see him shoot.”
Steve was thrusting his rock-hard member between Pam’s tightly wound fingers. I could see his mostly bare balls tightening and wondered how long he could last.
Then, Pam let go.
“Boys, you are making me so hot, so ready to cum. Stevie, get down here. Tom, get behind me.”
She collapsed onto one side facing Steve, her tight ass toward me. Body heat filled the tent as our cocks swelled even more and Pam’s virginal pussy oozed lube.
Pam grabbed Steve’s cock with one hand and pulled one of mine from behind to massage her juicy love button. As she twisted more to her side for a better angle for beating off Steve, I stared at her perfectly round and tight ass. She kept her legs spread and I kept flapping my fingers against her mound. I also leaned toward her so my cock pressed between her butt cheeks, and I grunted in animalistic pleasure.
“Oh, fuck me,” I cried as my hardness slipped between her sweaty ass. “Sweet fucking Jesus, Pam, your ass is so good.”
She pushed her ass back and I thrust, my helmet turning blue and swelling toward orgasm.
“Tom, your cock is so big and hard. It feels so hard,” Pam cried as she jerked Steve toward the peak. I managed to stick three fingers inside her tight crack, shaking feverishly, and she babbled something incoherent, pushing her ass back to apply more pressure on my pulsing dick. “Rub that dick on my ass, you fucker. Cum in my crack.”
Steve couldn’t take it any longer and his back arched.
“Oh Pam, darling it feels so fucking good. Beat my dick. Beat it,” he cried. “I’m going to cum. Yes, bitch, here it comes for you.”
I stopped pumping and finger fucking to watch the explosion. Pam’s hand moved in a blur, slipping over the sensitive top and then slamming back down to Steve’s cum-laden ball. I grabbed her hips and held still, willing my cock to forestall its eruption.
“Ahh, oh, fuck,” Steve yelled as the cum shot out the top of his penis. String after string of white gel blasted toward the top of the tent and fell on his chest. Pam kept pumping until his cock was so sensitive he involuntarily jumped back, spent and aglow in happiness.
“Wow,” Pam said, smiling widely as she took in the scene. “I’ve never seen a guy come with such power. What an amazing load. Now me. I am so fucking hot. I have to cum.”
Pam spread her legs and turned onto her back. Steve recovered and moved down between our new playmate's legs. I got up on my knees and offered my hot rod to Pam's mouth. She did not miss a beat and took in several inches before clamping down with her soft lips. I clenched my teeth and held my breath so I would not cum right away. Steve's head disappeared down below and Pam moaned deeply onto my cock.
"Mmmm," she mumbled as her legs oscillated as Steve's hot tongue assaulted her engorged clitoris. He grabbed her hips and dug into her private parts, jabbing a finger or two into her well-lubed pussy. As her body began to rock, she yanked my cock from her mouth, maintaining a strong grip.
"Damn it," she said. "Fuck that is so good. Keep licking, keep fucking me. I am going to cum!"
And she did: spray after spray of her love juice poured from her cunt, soaking Steve's face and the sleeping bags below as his tongue flew across her well-trimmed pubes. I’d heard about women who squirted in orgasm but never had the pleasure to watch this flood of girl potion spill forth. She cried in immense joy as her hands reached up to grab her small breasts. Her hips thrust and she kept bouncing on Steve's face.
"That cock, give me that fucking sock," she bellowed at me. "Shove that fucker in my mouth and give me your cum."
Not one to ignore a woman, I did as she commanded, and her throat swallowed my entire length. My balls rested on her chin and I felt a hand squeeze them. I felt a finger, not sure if it was Pam's or Steve's, circling my anus and slipping inside my tight ass. As it reached my prostate, my family jewels exploded.
"Oh, mother f... " I said as I felt the flood of my baby batter begin its ascent up my shaft and down into Pam's belly. "Here it comes for you, baby, here is my fucking come."
My mind was exploding along with my balls. I was lost somewhere over orgasm mountain, and I was beginning to fall.
"Oh yeah, this is good, this is good," I said as the eruptions subsided. My knees were weak and I fell onto the sleep bags. Pam was spread eagle with a look of heavenly exhaustion on her face. Steve was wiping her cum and licking his lips.
I reached for a drink and said I needed a smoke. The night was young.
