cleaned my butt out. It was kinda nice having him do that, and the next thing I knew he was licking my butthole.
It was gross but felt good.
He told me later he would teach me something nasty, he would teach me how to lick his butthole.
Can I do that?
I think I can. I think I want to.
Dear Diary,
It is here that I want to make another note that I believe I have made the correct decision in what I have done over the past days. I have reflected on my emotions, that I had before we explored each other, and again after. I know that I am more emotionally capable now than ever in the past. For that matter, every so often I read back into what I have written and it makes me hot just to think about some of these things.
Mike's cock drove itself deeper into the depth of my throat. I realized that if I relaxed herself and pretended to swallow his massive penis, I could take more of his massive penis into my mouth.
Concentrating on taking his entire penis as deep as it could go, I opened my eyes and just then felt his pubic hairs tickle my nose, I knew I had taken his entire penis as deep as possible.
His balls slapped against my chin and the force that his thrusts gave, carried us into a more heated passion, building up deep inside me. My vagina quivered in anticipation of the giving of my total being to satisfying him.
As his cock pulsated, I could feel his cum building up. His sack tightened and I knew that he would explode any moment.
I was not wanting to stop giving him such intense pleasure, yet I was afraid that he would cum so hard as to gag me.
I took my mind off that fact by reaching down and playing with myself. My fingers pummeled my tiny mound. I felt my own orgasm building up as well. Just as he spurted his first load deep into my throat, I felt my vagina quiver and contract.
My own thrusting of my hips caused him to drive himself deeper into my mouth. His hot semen forced itself down my throat and lit my stomach on fire. I was now buckling at the knees with my ecstasy. Sucking as much of his cock as possible and swallowing his sticky cum as fast as if spurted out of his penis, I came again and again. His balls clenched as he reached peak and I drained them of every drop of semen that he could produce.
Mike's orgasm was so great that it dribbled out of my mouth.
To say I didn't try to drink of his essence, would have been a great misconception.
As we finished, he lifted me up to stand next to him. With his sticky hot white semen still on my lips and face, he leaned over and French-kissed me deep and hard.
We looked into each others eyes and though nothing was said, a thousand words passed between us.
Getting dressed, I headed out of the bathroom first (after I have taken a poop and he licked my butt).
I entered the front room just as the other two were finishing their video game. I just looked at them and said that I was going to go downtown for a few minutes and get a book to read for the night. Neither of the other two offered to go with me, so I took off and headed toward the subway.
Buying a ticket, I took more notice of the other males around me. I saw one boy about fifteen years of age traveling alone and standing by himself. I wandered on over in the general direction he was standing.
As we waited on the train to get there, I couldn't help notice his tanned body. He was wearing a pair of cut off sweats that were about two sizes to large. I was disappointed that I couldn't see any bulge in his shorts though. The baggy pants prevented me from getting a good scope on him.
The train arrived on time, and they boarded. It was about a twenty minute ride to the next little town where a book store was located. Sitting across from each other, we kept staring at each other as if the compartment was totally empty.
I knew that a great majority of the people on the train would get off at the next stop and mine was three more away. He kept looking down at my crotch and I knew he was undressing me with his eyes. He lifted his foot to tie one of his tennis shoes and I could see up his leg into the gap his leg had formed. I noticed that the boy was not wearing any underwear. The head of his cock was in plain view for me to look at.
If this had been yesterday, I might have looked the other way, but now I was deeply interested and curious in the opposite sex and was curious what this boy might have to offer.
His gaze was unwavering towards my crotch, so I obliged him by reaching down with one hand and covering it up.
At first he showed disappointment, but then he realized that with every jolt of the train my fingers were pressing against the tiny cleft it was covering. His cock grew hard at this thought and began peeking out the leg of his cut-offs. I pretended not to notice, but couldn't help staring in amazement at his juvenile sized erect penis.
The size of his penis was so much smaller than Mike's, that I felt no intimidation, but wanted to tease this boy as far as I could in the short trip they were taking.
As the train traveled over a particularly bumpy part of the tracks, I watched him, watching my hand pump itself harder against my crotch. His cock became even more rigid and he could see my love juices starting to soak the material of my shorts.
He was just able to make out the outline of my slit as I ran my fingers up and down the length of the thin material that separated me from exposing myself to his heated gaze.
The train came to a stop and every passenger in their compartment departed at that exit. This left him completely alone with me. Looking around, the boy noticed we were now by ourselves, yet was afraid to go near me, for fear that I might be just tempting him along and then would scream.
So he continued watching me play with myself, and his cock demanded to be released.
He calmly stretched and pretended to be scratching his leg, but in reality was pulling the leg of his shorts higher, so that my view of his throbbing cock would increase.
As he did this, I began pushing the thin material of my shorts between the lips formed in the mound between my legs.
He saw this and took it one step further. He exposed the length of his cock and grabbing his penis in one hand, began pumping it up and down.
I was not to be out done and even though embarrassed, I also pulled my shorts to one side, exposing my tiny mound giving him a good view of my playing with myself.
By now the boy was completely excited.
He started to get up from his seat, when I let go of the elastic that held my shorts to the side. It denied him the view he had a few seconds ago. He sat back down in his original location, noting that this was a “peep-show” only.
As he stroked his penis, and I forgave his attempt to come near me, by pulling my shorts to one side again.
He watched my fingers now expertly jam themselves deep inside my tiny pussy. His balls boiled over and he ejaculated so hard that it seemed his cum might reach the other side of the compartment, where I was busy poking my cherry.
I watched him spurt his seed forth and as his orgasm reached peak, I obtained my own. My vagina contracted and the boy watched as my fingers now maddening pumped themselves deep inside my love canal.
He watched my other hand fly to my nipples and squeeze them tighter as I began to cum.
My legs were now beating back and forth and I continued until pumping myself dry.
Just then the announcement came over the speaker that we had arrived came to our stop. Boy was that conductor right. I had indeed cum to my destination.
Ha ha.
Dear Diary,
I sure have become Little Miss Naughty this summer, huh?
Dear Diary,
Boy was that last bit long winded. I just couldn't stop writing down the things that had happened. I was writing almost as fast as I was experiencing new and exciting modes of arousals. I will stop for a few minutes and
