Date: Sat, 27 Jul 2013 20:54:53 +0200
From: Charles Thomas <charles.thomas.oak@gmail.com>
Subject: No Limits

No Limits

	First of all let me get one thing straight: being 16 is the worst
possible state of being you can find yourself in as a male human.  It's a
mindless, sexually charged state of being with very few opportunities to
alleviate that charge.  Sure, there are the so-called "sluts" in school,
supposedly, who would fuck anything that took them to a movie, but to be
honest those don't really exist in any significant numbers and certainly
didn't at my school.

	No, I was alone in the world with a near constant erection and a
basic need to get off as much as possible.  It was like my body was saying,
it doesn't matter just drain your balls of sperm every day in whatever way
you can -- masturbation the normal mode, but if you can get someone else to
help you along more power to you.

	So every day, one, two or three or four or more times a day I had
my hot hand wrapped around my erect penis jacking it off until I came, and
if I ended up at the end of the day with nothing coming out of the end of
that iron rod my day was ended perfectly and the world was aligned.

	And it didn't matter where I worked through that horniness issue.
I would be sitting in the back of a car, with my parents in the front seat
arguing like they always did, with my book bag on my lap and my hand down
my pants, biting my lip as I stroked myself to orgasm in my shorts.  I was
regularly rinsing the stiff, dried jizz spots out of my underpants before
putting them in the dirty clothes hamper so my mother didn't discover my
proclivity for shooting a load in my pants.

	I didn't have limits, I didn't have any boundaries holding me back.
If I had a buddy, or buddies, who were willing, I would have gladly joined
them in a circle jerk.  In fact, I would often sneak into my sister's room
and find her Playgirl magazines and jerk off to the photos of naked men,
not thinking in terms of "gay" or "straight" but in terms of form and
beauty and sexiness, and how it made me feel.  Unfortunately, the only sex
I had was with myself, including bending my limber body in such a way as I
could suck my own cock.  That's the only blowjob I figured I'd ever get.

	So that's out of the way: I was horny and pretty much open to
anything.

	Enter Mr. and Mrs. McClain our neighbors.

	First, Mrs. McClain.  Moira, to be exact.  Irish to the core,
including the accent, which she shared with Mr. McClain, John, her husband.
She was about 5'2", just a wee little beauty, with red hair and such a
beautifully proportioned body that it took my breath away whenever I saw
her.  First of all, her hair.  It was a deep, glorious red, tending toward
auburn, that spilled over her shoulders.  It framed her face, which was
classically beautiful, with large green eyes, high cheek bones and a small
nose, a fairly small chin but full lips on her ample mouth.  Freckles, of
course, sprinkled across her nose and cheeks, her eyebrows rather thick,
but not ridiculously so.

	Really, she looked a little like an elf in some ways...in the most
erotic of ways, frankly.

	She was in tremendous shape.  She swam.  A lot.  And she had the
body to prove it, long, shapely and slim legs on her petite frame, shapely
hips and a sweet, round ass that I drooled over.  Her belly was flat, but
soft enough to be womanly without all the rippling muscles you see these
days, her breasts were small and natural.  Her nipples spent an inordinate
amount of time being hard.  Believe me, I know this to be true.  Every time
I saw her I caught sight of those nipples poking through whatever she was
wearing and could barely contain myself.

	John was her male equivalent.  Tall, extremely handsome in a
"pretty" way, if you know what I mean.  Like underwear model pretty; all
black hair, bright green eyes, a flashing smile and strong jaw.  He could
have been in one of those Playgirl pictorials.  He was broad shouldered and
athletic, with a natural charm that he turned to everything with a pair of
ears.  It was an Irish charm, filled with warmth and humor.  My mother was
in love with him, and he was a terrible flirt.  But somehow my father also
liked him, even though he was a jealous sort.  That's how charming this guy
was.

	The two had met in college, I was told.  She was a fencing
champion, he was a middle-distance runner.  A match made in heaven, by the
gods, who also, in my mind, sculpted them lovingly from a beautiful stone.

	At the time I was a bit in love with both of them, especially
Moira.  I would have my fantasies, as I stroked my perpetually hard
cock. Naturally, at that age and at that level of sexual tension, I would
have done anything for Moira, and probably John as well.

	But fantasy is one thing, being caught naked in their pool is quite
another.  I will explain.

	The McClains had a pool.  We didn't.  I would, as teenaged boys
will do on occasion, be paid a little money to feed their dog and water
their plants while they were gone.  Under the table money, and a common
practice.  What else was a common practice for teenaged boys was to take
advantage of the situation.  Often, after doing my duty, I would skinny dip
in their pool.  Their backyard was surrounded by trees and a high fence,
and very private.  I would most often take advantage of the pool and the
nudity, and the very erotic nature of it all (being naked in the McClain's
backyard!) to masturbate in the deep end as I floated at the edge of the
pool.

	So one day, after the McClains had been gone several days on a
trip, I was in their pool, naked, hanging onto the edge of the pool with
one hand while stroking my rod with the other, my eyes tightly shut as I
fantasized about Moira McClain, there in the deep end when I heard someone
clear her voice and, looking up, I saw the object of my fantasy looking at
me from the other edge of the water.

	I was on the opposite side of the pool from the house and she had
come out of the sliding glass door, obviously seen me, and was standing
there in a sun dress with her hands on her hips and her head cocked.

	"Enjoying yourself?"

	I felt myself go red and then all the blood drained from me.  My
dick instantly went limp.  I was caught, red handed as it were. Fuck me
runnin', I thought.  I'm fucked, and not in a good way.

	I took a deep breath.  "I-I'm sorry," I mumbled.  Moira crossed her
arms.  Her smallish breasts bunched up, the constantly hard nipples clearly
defined under the cotton dress.  Obviously braless.  "You weren't supposed
to be home," I said, weakly.

	"I came home early," she said.  She sighed.  "So what were you
thinkin' about as yeh were wankin', huh?"

	I shrugged, licking my lips.  She scratched her chin thoughtfully.

	"Listen, do your parents know you're over here?"

	I shook my head.  "They, uh, they're in the city.  Probably won't
be home until Sunday."

	She nodded.  Then she did something that shocked me.  She reached
down and pulled her dress up over her head and threw it aside.  She kicked
off her heals and then she was standing there in just a pair of panties.  I
instantly went erect again and my mouth dropped open.  She hooked her
thumbs in her panties and pushed them down her legs and then threw them
aside, too.  And there she was, Moira McClain, naked.

	Her nipples WERE hard, and small and delictably wonderful.  Her
skin was perfection, pale and soft looking.  I licked my lips.  Her pussy
was completely shaven, and I could clearly see the lips between her thighs,
even from that distance.  I gulped as my cock went from just simple
erection to animalistic, painful hard-on of epic proportions.

	Without a word she stepped forward and dived into the water.  With
one underwater stroke she came up just in front of me.  When her head
crested the water she smiled at me and put her hands on my shoulders.

	"Hi ya cutie," she said.  She reached down one hand and found my
cock.  I gasped out loud.  I was virgin.  No one but me had ever touched my
cock and there she was, her small, soft hand fondling me, pulling the
foreskin back and squeezing.

	"Oh, my," she breathed.  "You're hard as a rock, you are.  Let's
see." Her hand slid down to my balls, which had already sucked up into my
body cavity.  "Sweet Jesus, boy, have ya got no balls?"

	I nodded, shrugged, then shook my head, not sure how to respond.
"I've got 'em," I croaked.  "But..."

	"But yer 'bout to cum, aren't ya my lad?"

	I nodded.  She tugged at my cock once and I felt the sudden rush,
the tingle of my extremities and then my body jerked.  I threw my head
back, gasping for air as I came in the water.  I thrust forward, into her
hand, cum shooting into the water, over and over with each pulsing wave of
orgasm.  After a few moments I had stopped cumming and my grip on the edge
of the pool was shaky.  I looked down at her, embarrassed, my breath still
coming in gasps.

	"I'm sorry," I panted.  "I guess..."

	"Don't worry," she said, smiling.  "We'll call that the warmup.  I
have a feelin' I won't have an issue getting a rise outta ya."

	I thought very briefly of how many times I could cum in a given day
and shrugged.  "Probably not."

	"Okay," she said.  "Let's get you cleaned off and inside so I can
have a proper go at ya."

	We swam to the shallow end and walked up the low steps to dry land.
She led me to the shower, at the small pool house and turned the water
on. Pulling me into the cold water she giggled.

	"Oi!" she said, laughing, putting her arms around my neck.  "You're
a right handsome boy, you know?  I've always thought so."

	She gave me a kiss on the lips, which I returned clumsily.  I was
6'2", even then tall, and wiry, and I towered over her.  I didn't know what
to do with my hands so I held them at my side. Funnily enough, I was afraid
I would be too forward, but all I wanted to do was hold her beautiful ass
in both my hands and kneed the firm, pliant flesh.

	"And let me guess," she said, looking up at me, "you're a virgin,
ain't ya?  Never gotten this beautiful cock into a girl, have ya?"  She
rubbed her body against me, my thickening prick pressed against her upper
stomach.  The feel of her soft, wet skin made me bite back a moan.

	I was embarrassed -- by my lack of control, and by the fact that I
was clearly a virgin -- but I nodded.  "Pretty much," I said.  I felt my
cock hit full erection already.

	"So tell me, then...when you're wankin' who do you think of?  I
already asked, but you never answered."

	I licked my lips.  "Well...mostly you," I said, blushing.

	She laughed.  She slid one hand down my back and cupped my ass.
"Ah, mostly, eh?  Well, let's hope the reality lives up to the fantasy,
eh?"

	I took a deep breath as her hand slid around my hip and gripped my
cock again.  I didn't say it, but the reality had already surpassed the
fantasy.  Suddenly she stepped away, and reached into a bin beside the
shower.  She pulled some soap out and began a very business-like cleaning
of my entire body, from head to toe.  She spent a good amount of time
soaping up my tight ball sac, and then slid her soapy hands between my ass
cheeks, caressing my ass.  I bit my lip to keep from moaning as she did
this.  "Now do me," she said matter-of-factly.

	I took the soap and did the same to her, running my hands over her
body, soaping her off.  I too, spent a lot of time on her pussy and very
gladly knelt down, spread open her ass cheeks and soaped up her ass.  I
wanted to taste her so bad it hurt, but I stayed as business-like as she
had been.  When we were both soaped up we rinsed off thoroughly.

	"Come on, then," she said.  "Let's get you inside."

	She pulled me out of the water and shut it off, then grabbed some
towels.  We dried each other off.  At that point she grabbed my hand and
pulled me into the house, up the stairs and into her bedroom.

	"Okay," she said.  "First the kiss."

	We were standing at the foot of her bed, and she wrapped her arms
around my neck again, standing on her tip toes.  She kissed my mouth and I
naturally began move my lips in time with her own lip movement.  The
sensation of my first real kiss was tremendous.  This time I reached down
and held her ass in both hands, like I always wanted to.  It was a lovely
feeling, her firm, athletic ass in my hands, the skin soft and compliant. I
squeezed each cheek, pulling them up and letting them fall back down in a
firm jiggle.  Goddam, she had a nice ass.  She pulled back and told me to
use my tongue more, which I did happily.  Before too long I was "kissin'
like a man" as she said.

	"Okay," she said. Suddenly she knelt down in front of me.  I looked
down at her.  She held my cock in both hands.  "Now I'm goin' to suck on
ya.  Have ya dreamt of this moment, boy?"

	"Aye," I said, in my own version of an Irish accent.  She laughed
and pulled my stiff cock down.  Her hot, wet mouth engulfed the head and I
felt her tongue stroking me.  "Oh my fucking god," I said.  "Jesus Christ!"

	She pulled back.  "It's makin' ya religious, eh?" She ran her
tongue up the shaft and then back down to my balls.  I felt her hand slide
up the inside of my thigh and then up to my ass.  She grabbed one cheek and
squeezed.  "You've a nice ass, boy," she said.  "Often have my John and I
admired it."

	I heard her say it, but it didn't register.  After all, her mouth
was at that moment, after she had spoken, suckling one of my balls.  She
sat back on her heals for a moment and admired the view. Then Moira
released my ass long enough to stick her pointer finger into her mouth.
Reaching around with one hand she grabbed my ass and pulled the cheek to
one side enough to reach up between my thighs and touch my pulsing anus
with that wet finger.  When she had made contact she let go of my ass cheek
and I let it clamp down on her hand.  The wet finger was caressing my anus
as her other hand grabbed my cock and put it in her mouth again.

	I didn't know what to do, so I did what felt good.  I arched my
back and spread my legs a bit, to give her better access to my ass.  I felt
her finger push into me and I groaned. One hand stroked my hard shaft, her
mouth clamped onto my swollen head, and her finger pushed up into my
asshole.  I looked down, and the sight of her kneeling before me, those
green eyes looking up at me as my fat cock stretched her mouth, was too
much.  I said, "Oh, I'm gonna cum I think!"

	I felt her finger begin to fuck me, sliding in and out of my virgin
ass, and it sent me over the edge. I threw my head back and came, shooting
my load into her mouth.  My knees buckled and I fell back onto the bed,
right onto her hand, which caused her finger to go all the way into me
hard.  She didn't detach her mouth, following me onto the bed, her mouth
still suckling the cum from my pulsating cock.  When I stopped spurting and
lay breathing heavily she finally let go, smiling down at me.

	"How did that feel then?"

	"Fuckin' amazin'," I said.  she winked at me and left for a moment.
I heard the sink running in the bathroom. I shifted my weight a little.
There was a distinct sting in my ass.  Jesus, I thought, how many fingers
did she have in me?  I crawled up higher in the bed, wondering if she was
going to kick me out now, or if I was welcome to stay.  Lying spread
eagled, looking up at the ceiling with a pillow under my head, I smiled.
Fucking amazing for real, I thought.

	She came out of the bathroom and crawled into bed with me, curling
up against me with her hand on my chest and her chin in her hand.  Her
other hand ran through my hair.  I enjoyed the feel of her firm body
against mine.

	"So, pretty boyo," she said.  "What are we gonna do next?"

	I shrugged.  "I dunno...pretty much whatever you want."

	Her green eyes twinkled.  "Hmmmm.  Well, be careful what you ask
for.  Though, I think you didn't mind my manipulations, eh?"

	"I liked it a lot," I said.  she pulled herself up and kissed me.
I felt her tongue slide into my mouth.  I suddenly realized that it tasted
like my cock, tangy and warm, and slick with my cum.  I had assumed she had
brushed her teeth, or washed the cum out of her mouth in the bathroom, but
no, there was the distinct taste of cum on her tongue.  I know, because I
had my own cum in my own mouth plenty of times.  Her hand slid slowly over
my chest, found a nipple and tweaked it, then slid down my flat belly to
find my growing cock.

	"Oi, you have no circulation problems," she said against my lips.
She moved over me, straddling my body and lifting my prick straight up.
"Already hard.  But after cummin' a couple of times, this time I figure
you'll last a bit.  Well, I'm plenty wet, so lets put this thing to work."

	She rubbed the head of my swollen cock against her pussy, slowly
working it in.  When it slid between the wet lips, I moaned, both of my
hands holding her hips.  She slid down my cock until I was buried to the
hilt.

	"Oh that's a nice cock," she breathed.  "Fuck yeah me boyo..."

	She began a slow rhythm, grinding back and forth atop me, her hips
gyrating.  I pulled her down and kissed her lips, enjoying again the taste
of my cock on her tongue.  She sighed, pushing up into a sitting position
so I could cup her breasts and tease those tight little nipples.

	"Do you like the taste of your cock in my mouth?"

	I nodded, licking my lips.  I had a brief vision of kissing her
after she sucked her husband's cock and tasting his cum on her tongue.
Grabbing both hips again I thrust hard up into her, lifting my hips easily
off the bed with her astride me.

	"Oh-ho, that turns you on, eh?  Well, how about you cum inside me
and then eat your cum out me pussy, hmmm?"

	I bit my lip.  "Oh yeah," I groaned.

	"Tell me you'd like that.  You'd like to eat cum out of my pussy."

	"I'd like that," I moaned.  I was thrusting up into her harder, my
hips slapping against her now, my cock sliding in and out like a well oiled
piston.  "I wanna eat cum out of your pussy."

	She leaned down and kissed me hard.  Her eyes were closed and she
was moving fast, grinding against me as I thrust up into her.  I heard her
breath coming fast, harsh and then she leaned to one side a little, lifting
her upper body so her small left breast hung like a firm fruit tipped by a
little cherry.  "Suck my nipple," she moaned.

	I didn't need an invitation. I bent my head down and took her left
nipple into my mouth, sucking hard on it.  She sucked in a breath.  "Bite
it!"  I nipped at her hard little nipple with my front teeth and she
squeeled, her hips bucking hard against me.  Suddenly she stopped, rising
upright.

	"Oh-oh-oh!!  Fuck!" she cried out.  I felt her pussy tight on me,
like a steely hand squeezing my cock as she came.  Waves of ecstacy hit her
for several seconds before she collapsed on top of me.

	For a few moments we paused, as she got her breath, then she rolled
me over so that I lay between her legs, thrusting hard into her in the
missionary position.

	"Okay, now fuck me boyo!"

	I began to thrust into her wildly.  I felt her hand take hold of my
ass, the fingers sliding between my gyrating buttocks.  I paused for a
moment, arching my back and relaxing my ass as she slid her fingers in to
caress my anus.

	"Oh you like that, eh?  Hmmmm, I'm glad you do.  I wish it were my
tongue, though.  Would you like me to lick your ass?"

	I nodded, not sure if I should say it out loud.

	"Oh no, I need to hear it," she said, kissing my neck.  "I need to
hear you say, 'I want you to lick my ass.'"

	"I want you to lick my ass," I said.

	"Oh but I can't," she said, giggling.  "Because you're hard cock is
in me.  But I wish I could.  John, will you lick his ass?"

	"Gladly darlin'," I heard behind me.  I went still, looking over my
shoulder.  John McClain was standing in the doorway, naked, his very large
cock hard as a rock.  "But will the young lad mind if I do?"

	I blinked.  I didn't know what to say.  "I, uh..."

	Moira grabbed both of my ass cheeks with her hands and pulled them
apart.  "He won't mind, John," she said.  "I know you'd like it," she said
to me.  "He really knows what he's doin'."

	I shrugged and then nodded, my heart jumping with anticipation that
I didn't want to show.  I instantly felt John's strong hands on the back of
my legs, sliding up to my ass.  Moira's hands slid up to the small of my
back as his hands clutched my ass cheeks.  I felt him push his face in and
then the incredible feeling of his strong, warm tongue touching my anus.

	John's right hand let go of my ass and reached under and between my
legs to cup my balls.  While he rimmed me Moira began moving her hips under
me.  I arched my back as much as I could, loving the feel of his mouth on
me, his strong fingers fondling my taut ball sac.  Moira grabbed one of my
hands and moved it back to his head.

	"John's got a glorious head o' hair, eh?"

	I nodded, running my hands through his thick black hair.  Moira
kissed me, sucking on my bottom lip. Then she pulled me down and looked
over my shoulder.

	"Johnny boy, I need your cock in my mouth," she said.

	John came up for air and moved around us.  Moira let go of me and I
propped myself up on both hands, beginning to push into her again with a
strong rhythm.  I was fascinated by John's huge cock as he positioned
himself beside us on his knees, one knee between her head and the head
board and the other at her shoulder.  I had my hand there and his thigh
rubbed up against my forearm.  His thick cock, long and hard with a fat
purple head, was waving proudly in our faces.  Moira reached up and pulled
it down. I watched her suck on it, moving her head to slide up and down the
shaft.  She let it pop out of her mouth and she reached up to grab the back
my head and pull me down for a kiss.

	Her mouth was hot from his cock, and tasted of his precum.  I
moaned as I stuck my tongue in, running it over her tongue.  She pushed me
away and gave his prick another suck, then pulled me in for a kiss.  When
she pushed me away again she pointed his cock at my face.

	"Suck it if ya like the taste so much," she said.

	I looked up at John, to see his reaction, and I felt his hand on
the back of my head, the fingers in my hair caressingly.

	I bent down and took his cock in my mouth.  It was hot, the skin
was like silk over an iron rod, the head was broad and pulsating and filled
my mouth. I swirled my tongue along the bottom of the head.  John guided my
head in a bobbing motion as he gently thrust up into my mouth.  The feeling
was intense, his thick, tasty cock moving in and out of my mouth.  I
reached my hand up and cupped his balls, enjoying how soft the skin was,
how firm his testys were, hanging lower than mine did, like two big grapes
on a vine.  I felt John's hand slide down my back to my ass as I pumped his
wife and sucked his cock.

	John leaned forward, still thrusting into my mouth as he pulled my
ass cheek to one side. I felt his finger delve in.  I realized it was slick
with a lube of some sort.  He had put some on his finger while I was
preoccupied with his wife sucking his dick and kissing me.  Regardless, if
I had enjoyed his wife's finger earlier, this was amazing.  He was soon
fucking me with two, then three fingers, sliding in and out.

	Finally, he pulled his fat cock out of my mouth and moved behind
me.  I paused for a moment, arching my back and Moira again pulled my ass
open.  I felt his thick meat push against my anus and then he was sliding
in slowly, easy-like.  I threw my head back. I was in heaven.  I had never
realized before, but this was heaven for me.  A beautiful woman and a
beautiful man.

	"Oh John, yeah, fuck him," Moira breathed. She took one of my
nipples in her mouth.  I moaned and felt John push all the way in until his
hips were pressing against my ass.  "Tell John what you want, boyo," Moira
said, between licks of my nipple.

	"Fuck me," I gasped.  I was close to cumming finally.  We began a
rhythm.  I would arch my back to meet his thrust, then thrust into Moira
myself as he pulled back.  After several moments I felt the familiar
tingle.  The feel of his cock sliding in and out of me, stretching my anus,
and the pulsing of Moira's pussy, was putting me over the edge.  Moira, for
her part, was holding tight, her eyes shut as she reached her peak.  John
was panting hard against the back of my neck, his tongue running over the
taut skin of my muscular back.

	When Moira came her pussy gripped my cock hard and I, in turn,
began to cum.  When I came my anus began to pulse, squeezing John's cock
and he, also, thrust hard into me and came with a shout.

	We collapsed on the bed in a sweaty mess, fallen to the side so as
not to crush Moira with the weight of two large men, John's dick still
pulsing inside me, mine still in Moira.

	After a moment I felt John kiss my shoulder.  "Sorry for the
subterfuge," he said against my skin.  "We got home early and watched you
for a bit, swimming.  When you started whankin' it, well...couldn't resist
our urges."

	I sighed.  "I can't believe this.  I've...I've fantasized about you
two since I've met you.  Every day, three or more times a day."

	"So you whank mostly to me but the other times to John's image,
eh?" Moira asked.

	"Aye," I said, in my best brogue.  Then in a normal voice.  "Well,
both, sometimes...mostly you, Moira."

	John nipped my shoulder.  I felt his dick slowly fall out of me and
the cream of cum oozing from my ass.  I turned my head and kissed him.

	"Are you ready to go again?" I asked.  My dick had fallen out of
Moira, but it was starting to grow again.

	"Jesus, boy," John growled.  "You got no limits!"

	"Sorry," I said.  "I mean, I can eat my cum out of your wife's
pussy, if that's okay."

	Moira laughed.  "No limits, aye!"  She pushed me onto my back,
pushing John out of the way.  "Have a rest old man," she said to John.  She
moved around to straddle my head, facing my stirring cock.  As she lowered
her dripping pussy and sweet ass down onto my face she continued, "I've got
a limit to find!"