There was a 20-acre wood (not the Winnie-the-Pooh one!) owned by one of my uncles behind the lakefront property where several of my extended family’s summer cabins were located. There was only one main path through it which led to a well-concealed and small entrance/exit at the edge of the wood. It was securely fenced and another uncle who lived there year-round patrolled it regularly to deter trespassers. The occasional bear got in there, but you almost never saw any people besides the odd family member.
One summer day, while I was exploring and farting around in the wood, I decided to head off the path and go towards the lake for something to do. I walked for 15 or 20 minutes through the wood and came across an even more heavily treed area. I walked into that area and suddenly came across a very large rock outcrop. It was perhaps 30 feet high at its peak and was easily scalable via ledges of various sizes. The top levels of the outcrop received direct sunlight several hours per day in the summer, on diagonals through the tops of the surrounding trees.
At the time I was 16, absolutely obsessed with masturbating and clearing my pipes of the plentiful semen my horny young body seemed to be producing non-stop. I had once read one of those “books for growing boys” that referred to the “vice” of masturbation as onanism, after some clown in the Bible who apparently “spilled his seed” on the ground instead of blowing his load inside the widow of his brother as directed by Our Imaginary Friend in the Sky. I had always found the story stupidly amusing and on the spot decided my new discovery would be known as the Temple of Onan. I looked forward to using it for its now-designated ejaculatory purposes, as it was very difficult to get any extended private times in the cabin area. I returned to the cabin area to plan some future jerking off.
As luck would have it, the next afternoon an old friend of my mother and her 15-year-old daughter Linda arrived at the cabin for a short visit. I sprang an instant, throbbing, anticipatory boner as I remembered a jackoff incident with her a couple of years earlier. Linda had been pretty flat-chested then, but now sported a couple of really sweet, ice cream cone titties. They were just big enough to fill your hands and deserve the term “tits” and were delightfully firm-looking. Her ass was still superb. I guess Linda was bored, because she asked me if I’d take her to the Dairy Queen a block or two from the edge of our private wood.
Off we went, with Linda carrying a little tote bag with a couple of big towels and some sunscreen in case we decided to go to the beach near the DQ. As we walked, I told Linda about the private “fort” I’d just discovered, hoping I’d be able to eventually persuade her to go there for some messing around. We got to the DQ and got some ice cream, but a few older guys started paying close attention to the new little cutie who’d appeared on the scene. I was pretty much resigned to getting dumped by Linda but my luck held out. She seemed intimidated by the guys for some reason and soon asked me if we could head back.
As we started back into the forest on the path, Linda asked me to show her the “fort,” with a lewd kind of look in her eyes. I detoured off the beaten path and led her to the Temple of Onan. We scampered to the top, Linda spread out the towels and we lay down together. Probably some of the sloppiest French-kissing in the annals of western Canadian teenage sexuality ensued. Soon we were groping each other outside our swim suits. God, those titties were soft and when I cupped her cunt through her bottoms she eagerly pressed it against my hand.
“I want to see your shoot your cum again,” she said. “But first you get me off, OK?” I moved one of the towels against a rock ledge, so we could lean against it, with Linda leaning back against me, facing away. She took off her top, and I took off my trunks, my pulsating cock slapping against my belly. Linda pulled her bottoms down to her knees and lolled back against me. I felt her up those soft little boobies and pinched her smallish nipples into erection. After a minute or so of that, I slipped my right hand down to her cunt. She had been hairless in our earlier masturbatory encounter, but now sported a very nice light brown bush. I slid my hand somewhat clumsily on her labia - man, she was wet! “You have to rub me here,” she moaned softly, guiding my fingers to her hard little clit. I did so, and in a few minutes, she came, clamping my hand between her thighs and against her cunt, begging me not to stop. After she came down a bit, we shifted positions with me leaning back against her.
She knew a thing or two about pleasuring cock - her grip was firm yet gentle and her stroking was relentless and slow. She’d stop her jacking when she could tell I was getting close to cumming, and then resume when I’d cooled down a bit. She was kind of surprised and amused when my pre-cum started flowing, saying, “Wow, I guess I won’t have to grease it with the sunscreen.” She stroked me a bit longer and then asked me to jerk off in front of her so she could get a better view of my cumshot.
I stood up and walked to the edge of the outcrop, Linda following and kneeling a couple of feet to the side. I slowly jacked my throbbing cock, trying to prolong my pleasure. Finally I gasped, “Linda, I’m gonna cum!” I stroked faster and harder, and felt ecstatic sensations through my entire genitalia. I blasted a couple of huge, arcing cumropes off the outcrop and into the forest below. Then I turned to face Linda and fired several more spurts on her sweet little body. Her titties and smooth belly were well and truly cum-covered. My nut drool dripped down to decorate her painted toenails. Linda grabbed one of the towels and cleaned my jizz off her body, and my cock and hands. We looked over the side and my cum was hanging down off some tree branches.
The Temple of Onan had been most juicily inaugurated!
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