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Dreamtime

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Flightcrew737 Posted on: 19 Jun 2006 1 comments
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In my mind, I am 18 again. The school gates close behind me for the last time, and I head off, first to my home to change and then to my boyfriends. We both know its the end. I am going to a cadetship which starts with basic flying training at the Company school in Australia, he to a medical school in the UK. We said it will continue of course, but we both know that tonight is goodbye. He wasnt my first, but he was the one to take me to places I had only dreamed about. On the walk to his house, I remember our 'firsts' The first time I watched him masturbate in front of me, watching his face contort almost in pain as he came. The first time I masturbted in front of him, how, when I opened my eyes he was crying. Silent tears rolled down his face. He said he had never seen anything so beautiful. Then there was the weekends when his parents were away. The stolen wine and vodka, the forrays into the wierd, kinky, some may say, disguting. The time I took his older sisters panties from the laundry and smelled them. The time I wore them as he fucked me calling her name. I remember the time i guided his cock not to my pussy, but to my ass. The fullness of the feeling there as he penetrated me. Tonight, our last night will be special. Tonight, I had left my house wearing jeans and a t shirt, but in the bag I carried was a short flowing dress and a sheer transparent thong. I changed on the way over and arrived there no doubt looking as I felt.Steve and I walked out into the evening, still hot from the heat of the July sun. Tonight, we were both going to live out our fantasies. At first, we went to the park, where, so many months ago, we had experienced out first kiss. (The same park in which I gave my virginity to a man 28 years my senior) Steve was intense, passionate, as if he knew the unspoken truth that we would not see each other again. I took his hardness from his trousers and jacked him off against my tummy under my dress. I felt the hot spurts lash against my skin, and the slow trickle down over my panties and between my legs. We went on to the party. There, after a night I dancing, I saw Steve head up to the bedrooms with a girl I knew. I was happy for him. She would make sure our parting would be bearable, but then you know how intense we feel things as teenagers. He looked over his shoulder at me and I smiled my assent.THe same night that I let another boy kiss me passionately, and then, later, I remembered how I smiled as he kissed down my tummy, and over the spot where Steve had cum. I remember how he fucked me in short sharp little stabbing movement. He was finished almost before he had begun. We walked home through the now darkened park. I stopped him under the immense canopy of a sycamore. Dropping to my knees, I undid him and took his prick into my mouth, tasting his cum and her pussy. I buried my head in the musky scent and sucked him to hardness. I licked his cock clean of every trace of her. When I had him as hard as possible, I slipped one strap of my dress down, exposing my left breast. I lay on the grass and looked up at him. "Tonight, my love, is my parting gift to you." He knew what I meant of course, we had both talked intensely about our fantasies, about the things we used to get us off. Steve had told me that he was ashamed of the time he had dreamed about forcing me. (Of course, he could never force me, I was only too willing.) He fell on me pinning my hands to the cool grass above my head, my exposed breast jutting up to the starlit sky. I squirmed, wriggled, resisted. When I felt his intensity weaken as he tried to make love to me instead of rape me, I hissed at him, "No you bastard, get off me." This relit the fire and suddenly he was tearing at my panties, and I felt the waistband snap. I was wet, holy FUCK i was wet. I murmered over and over, "Ohh no,, please... Oh stop." His eyes searched mine for as yet unspoken permission. I whispered to him. "It's alright my love, do it for me." And hesitant at first I was rewarded by his deep voice. "Take my cock, bitch.......I'm going to fuck you blind you little whore." It felt like my insides exploded when I came. I smelled of his spunk, on my tummy and now, pumping between my legs as he filled me. It was glorious, lustful, primal. On my walk home, i could feel his and the other boy's spunk ooze from me and run down my legs. On the way home, I stopped, squatted down and peed on my sidewalk.The next day, he drove me to the airport. I couldnt see the viewing gallery, because I was on the wrong side of the airport. But I knew he was there. And I knew I had made the boy into the man.