Date: Fri, 15 Apr 2011 14:39:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Caroline part 3

Billy turned out to be a sophomore with a slim smooth adolescent body who
applied kohl to his eyes and gloss to his lips, and who inspired nice
bedtime jerk-off images. He was 16 years old with a cock larger than mine
and I'm not saying by how much, but it was noticeable. He was not
effeminate or swishy but definitely bi, and all the girls were in love with
him. His dark smoky eyes and tight curly hair were other notable features,
along with a caressing voice and a winning, happy attitude toward
life. Happy he was to fuck anytime, almost anyone, almost anywhere. I
picture the beauty of his erect cock between his legs as I write this, and
get hard.

Jamal was 15, also a sophomore, and rated high in the cute department. He
too had a smooth colt-like body but showed a touch more muscle development
than Billy. His complexion was tawny, the color wonderfully setting off a
pair of beautiful clear blue eyes. When he fixed them on me I felt a thrill
in my groin. Some Arab or African blood in his heritage accounted for the
tight round ass that filled out his snug jeans most attractively. Jamal's
lips were full and sensual and I got to know their feel very well. Like his
friend he had a joyous personality, was happy to be alive, was pleased to
insert his dick in any willing orifice.



Caroline's attitude toward me in class did not change as the next week of
school went by slowly. I felt increasingly safe, and by Friday I got a call
from her father.

"How about coming over on Sunday? Same time." When I seemed to hesitate
Steve quickly added, "Caroline's invited a few friends over. She thought
you'd like to meet them."

Billy and Jamal were already there when I arrived. Pizza was ordered and we
sat around eating and drinking for an hour. We watched a R rated dumb plot
movie in which many gorgeous bodies, male and female, made out and screwed
behind screens and under covers.

Neither boy had been in my class but I felt relaxed with them because no
one treated me like a teacher, or even an adult. We all were `just hangin'.
We bantered back and forth about the action on the screen with comments
such as,

"She's got great tits."

"That girl's ass is knock out hot." Advancing to...

"I'd like to see his cock." (Jamal)

"You'd like to suck his cock, you mean." (Caroline)

"Me too." (Steve)

"I'll suck you while he fucks your ass." (Caroline)

I noticed Billy was rubbing the crotch of his jeans.

    "Jamal, you suck off anybody new this week?" (Steve)

    "No. But I'd like to," the boy replied, looking at me.

Caroline caught my eye and smiled as if to say, "you should let him."

Then my eyes shifted to the kid, his cute face all grins, and waved him
over to me. I stood and he reached for my belt. Jeans and briefs fell to
the floor. In an instant my half hard dick was in this kid's wet warm
mouth.

    "Oh sweet...sweet. Look at that," murmured Caroline.

I closed my eyes the better to feel the student's tongue action on
me. Jamal did his sexy work with the energy of his young years. Around me I
sensed clothing unzipping, opening, and shed. I heard sighs and whimpers.

I held the kid's head and carefully sat back down, his mouth never leaving
me. Jamal was a good little cock sucker. He followed the rhythmic up-push
of my pelvis, let me control the pace. The others were close because I
could smell warm bodies and feel their tender touches on me. Eyes still
closed, I grasped his cute head a forced myself upward. He gagged, but he
didn't complain. I heard Billy's aroused voice say "Push it down his
throat." Then Caroline: "Eat his dick Jamal, you little boy-pussy! Put your
finger up his ass!"

That's exactly what Jamal did, determined to make me cum. I opened my eyes
as I did so and saw their faces close to mine, beaming with lust. As the
kid let my cum dribble down the others came nearer and licked what they
could reach, moaning and groaning like a chorus of hungry dogs. In this
little orgy of lust we lost all self consciousness and it felt good and
right and very satisfying.

I was satisfied for the time being and became a spectator. I observed how
Caroline subtlety maneuvered the boys and her father toward each other.
Writing this, I realize now there was something in her libido that needed
to see boy-on-boy sex. My fucking her father with her urging was not a one
off deal. Her father was probably more gay than straight and
Caroline--while all girl--maybe deep down wished have a
cock. Maybe. Whatever.

Her father spread himself on the lush carpet and Caroline put a little
pillow under the small of his back. His dick was at half staff but under
her touch it soon was up full and stiff, ready at battle station. Jamal,
the little sex pot, moved between his legs.

"Looks good, doesn't it Jamal?" asked Steve's daughter. "He's been waiting
for you all week." The kid engulfed the large head with his lips. "He says
you suck as good as I do!" Then she reached for the boy's cock and started
to jerk him with small movements. It was a pretty cock, like Jamal himself:
all smooth and shiny perfectly proportioned.

Billy got down behind Jamal. I saw him grease up his finger with gel then
work it slowly up the younger kid's ass. Even with Steve's cock in his
mouth I could hear Jamal's grunts of satisfaction.

As I watched the three of them I felt a great happiness well up in me. I
felt more complete and at peace than at any other moment in my life. I felt
as though this is what it's all about: this primitive, ancient group
fucking, an indiscriminate connecting of warm bodies, full of love for
life. We were a part of some cosmic "it". I sensed they knew this too. And
I felt very lucky.

That little boy Jamal was firecracker hot. His face was shiny and pink when
he raised off Steve's dick and asked, insisted, Billy take away his finger
and replace it with his cock. "Fuck me Billy"...he whined... "I need your
dick in my pussy again ...please..." But Billy pretended not to hear even
after several repeated requests. "Please!...Don't make me beg...please."

Caroline came to the rescue: "Billy you bitch, don't make him beg!...give
him your dick." She kissed Jamal and Billy did indeed stop his teasing and
brought the desired object up against the kid's widespread ass. Jamal went
back down on Steve's cock, now satisfied to be penetrated. I thought Jamal
was pretty brave to want such a large one in his boy-pussy. It had to
hurt. And at first it did.

When Billy pushed Jamal let the cock in his mouth drop his face scrunched
up tight, and yelled, "Oh fuck man...you...hurt...Oh shit! Slow!" Billy
offered to stop but the kid shouted "No!" The two of them moved off to the
side, off of Steve, the better to continue their hot connection while
Caroline took over the attention Jamal had paid to her father. Soon Billy's
large dick was all they way in the kid and I marveled. The initial pain had
given way to intense pleasure. I marveled because I could not have done
what Jamal was doing when I was 14.

Sexy dirty talk filled the room for a time, then just hard grunts and moans
as the race to cum became faster. Jamal, with all that dick up his ass,
came first in long spurts across the rug. Then Steve signaled his moment of
bliss in his daughter's mouth. As Billy came he shoved so hard Jamal was
pushed to the floor into his own fresh cum puddle. Lastly, Caroline sat
back on her folded legs and frigged herself furiously, cumming in record
time.



The night went on with more orgasms until one by one we dropped out. First
Steve, then me, followed by Billy and Jamal. Finally, Caroline. Everyone
felt they could do no more. And you'll notice that the drop out order was
also our age order.



end


Julian

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