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.