Young Horny Teenagers: Taboo Erotica - Quinn Stone - ebook
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This book is hot. A trashy, sleazy, *full-length* (100+ Pages) post-censorship erotic novel. But, if you really want, here's the briefest of excerpts:******************My eighteenth birthday was a big one for me. First of all I was appointed a counselor in the High Flyer program. You probably know that the High Flyer camps are coed and designed to teach young people self reliance.The second big thing was that I got accepted to Strathman University, the college of my choice. It's a very tough place to get into and very expensive. Dad was proud that I got a scholarship. I think he was also glad because our finances were kind of shaky at the time.Sheila and I were still secret lovers at least one day a week. We both were grateful for our relationship. For me it meant I never had to deal with sexual hassles the other kids confronted in school.For Sheila it meant relief from her strong bisexual urges.*****

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Young Horny Teenagers

Quinn Stone

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER ONE

I was born in Chicago twenty-four years ago. I'm five feet eight inches tall with long dark hair and a good figure.

In fact when I posed for the centerfold of one of the popular men's magazines they called my figure "full and inviting."

As I said before I'm not boasting it's just how things are and have been since I was almost eighteen. It was then that I really discovered sex. Well not really discovered it but got introduced to the real thing.

I discovered how much fun my body could be when I was twelve. It was then that I noticed that just before my period I'd begin to feel really odd. One day when I was feeling like that I was putting some dirty clothes in the washer. I had to stretch across a full laundry bag to reach the machine and the laundry bag pressed against my crotch. The feeling I had was just marvelous.

I didn't really know what happened at first. I went up to my room and put my hand in my panties to find out what I had done. My slit was real wet. I thought I had started to menstruate but when I looked at my hand it was only moist and a little sticky. I felt kind of tingly when I touched my slit so I decided to experiment a little. I pulled my panties off and put my fist in my crotch as if it were the laundry bag. Nothing happened.

I went over to the bed, stretched out and spread my legs. I put my right forefinger on the top of my slit. It felt real nice. I began to moving my finger and almost right away I heard myself making noises like a cat and my body started to move a lot. I know now that that was my first orgasm.

After that I didn't just wait for my monthlies. It got so it was a game I played with myself everyday. I'd do it before going to school and then as soon as I got home.

One evening I was home alone doing homework. I crossed my legs a couple of times, tucking one ankle around the other, and before I knew what was happening I came. It was not that great a discovery because I'd still have to come in private. See I make noise and my body moves a lot when I orgasm.

Now that I am older I'm definitely a screamer and when I'm really turned on I scratch and bite too. I can't help it. Sex is a really big thing with me.

Back to my younger days first. I don't think anyone knew what was going on with me back then. Certainly no one ever told me about sex. All my mom ever said is, "Bel don't get pregnant, and don't get sick. Make the boy use a rubber."

That was great advice except I didn't know what in the hell she was talking about. I didn't know any boys and didn't know what a rubber was.

Well everybody's got to learn about sex somewhere sometime. My place and time came when I was almost eighteen.

I had gone to a movie with my girl friends one Saturday afternoon. After the movie was over we went to my friend Jenny's house for root beer floats.

Jenny's mom worked so I figured that we'd have the house to ourselves. As it happened there was no root beer in the place. Jenny and Trudy, my other friend, said they'd go get some.

I said I didn't want to go because I was tired. What I really wanted to do was to play with myself. That house had a real nice smell and it made me feel really tingly.

After Trudy and Jenny left I walked up the stairs heading for the big bathroom. Suddenly, I heard a noise coming from Jenny's mom's room. I decided-to look and see what was happening there.

I sneaked down the hall keeping close to the wall no the floor wouldn't squeak. I got down on my bands and knees in doorway. The door was open so I could peek right into the room.

There was Jenny's mom on the bed. She was naked. At first it looked like she was sitting on a guy's legs with her legs bent at the knees.

It didn't take long for me to realize she wasn't sitting. She began moving up and down real fast. She had nice tits and they were bouncing a lot. Then the guy's hands came up and grabbed them. That's when she started to sound like me when I came.

She squealed and moved on top of the guy. Then all of a sudden I heard her say, "I'm coming, oh I'm coming, oh God I'm coming," and she began to moan and jerk like a lady having a fit.

She sat kind of slumped over and breathing hard for a little while after that. Then she leaned forward and I saw her open her mouth and the guy raised his head and they kissed.

Then they began rolling around a lot. The guy wound up on top. I instantly knew what my mom had been talking about. This fellow had a white cover on his long dick.

Please understand, I knew what a penis was because we had read about it in hygiene. It's just that I didn't really know they got so big and that there were covers for them.

Anyway he stuck his prick in Jenny's mom's vagina and they began the bouncing and groaning again. This time Jenny's mom really got turned on. She screamed and clawed at the guy's back. And then both she and the fellow began to jerk and grunt. I thought Jenny's mom would never quit.

I heard the girls come back. So I sneaked down stairs to use the guest John. I knew I was real wet and that I had to do something to make myself comfortable. It didn't take long. I sat on the toilet and pushed the hair, which had grown a lot, away from my slit. As soon as I touched myself I went flying. I had never felt like that before. I didn't want to stop really but Trudy was banging on the john door shouting, "Bel are you in there?"

Later, after we finished our root beer and ice-cream I said to Jenny, "you know your mom's home?"

She said, "yeah she screws my Uncle Fred every Saturday."

"I don't understand," I said shaking my head.

Trudy smiled and said, "Bel you're too naive to believe. You mean you've never seen your folks or your brother and sister-in-law do it?"

"Nope. I never knew that went on. No body ever told me," I said nearly in tears.

Jenny said, "my mom doesn't know I've watched her. She's pretty square. But if you want to watch some real good screwing I know where we can go tonight."

That was some hot night.

We walked over to the park where they held dances every Saturday night. The dances were for people eighteen and over so we weren't welcome. But we weren't there for the dancing.

We wandered around until Jenny said, "let's get to the spot I know before the dance breaks up."

We walked away from the field house toward a picnic shelter. There were several dim lights in the place and using them Jenny steered all three of us into a small unlit storage room.

The room was full of lawn mowers and gardening tools. It was so full we wouldn't have fit if we hadn't all been skinny.

It wasn't long before several fellows and girls began to wander into the shelter. I recognized one girl from school. Everybody sat at one of the picnic tables talking and passing around a bottle in a brown paper bag.

Trudy whispered, "watch Marie she's supposed to be a nympho."

Marie was the girl I recognized from school. We all envied her because she had big tits.

Pretty soon I could see her foot moving into the crotch of the guy across the table from where she was sitting. Meanwhile the guy she had come in with had her sweater off and was playing with her big tits.

She got excited in a hurry. She pulled her jeans off and stretched out on the table. The one guy was sucking her tits and one of the girls was down at her crotch making noises like a dog drinking water.

Trudy said, "gee I've never seen a girl eat pussy before."

Marie began to moan and pull at the hair of the girl whose face was in her crotch. Suddenly she shouted, "Lorrie I'm coming."

The table shook as she lay there rocking her head back and forth.

There was also a couple sitting facing each other. The girl had taken her blouse off. She was moving up and down faster and faster. It took me a minute to realize that she had her boy friend's cock in her vagina. She began to make loud noises and suddenly wrapped her legs around the guy and sat rigid as a pole shaking and squealing. He kept moaning, "ah, ah, ah."

After a while everybody drifted away.

We waited until we were sure everybody had gone. Then we moved out of the storage room.

Jenny said, "I don't know about you two but I'm so wet it feels like I peed."

Trudy kept shaking her head, "I never knew girls ate pussy-that sure made me wet."

"I guess we're all wet," I said with some embarrassment.

We all did a fair amount of growing up that night really.

When I got home my folks were still up. My dad asked about the movie and my mom asked me how I got my dress all covered with dry grass. I told about the movie and lied about the grass. No big thing really.

After I had gotten ready for bed mom came up and told me that she and dad were going to Brown County Sate Park, in Indiana, for a week starting on Monday. Jim and Sheila, my brother and sister-in-law would be staying with me.

I tried to convince her that I was old enough to take care of myself. After all Jim was only six years older than I and Sheila not even five. She wouldn't listen.

That Monday morning mom and dad left right after breakfast. I cleaned up the kitchen and then walked to school. I met Trudy and Jenny on the way and we giggled a lot about what we had seen on Saturday night.

I told the girls about Jim and Sheila staying with me and Trudy said, "now's your chance to learn something because when it comes to sex you're a nerd."

I wasn't too pleased with her suggesting I spy on my own family and also putting me down like she did. But I had to admit, to myself at least, that despite being physically "old enough" I knew very little about sex.

That afternoon when I got home Sheila was there. She's a little thing. She has a beautiful face, kind of like Audrey Hepburn's when she was younger.

Her eyes are grey and they sparkle when she takes her glasses off. She wears her brown hair neatly rolled into a bun.

Her figure is another matter. She's straight as a stick with a flat butt and real tiny boobs.

I always liked her. She and Jim had lived together for a while and had been married for about two years.

I helped Sheila set the table and then I went upstairs to do my homework. At the top of the homework schedule of course was at least one good orgasm. I knew I had to be careful because if I made noise while Jim and Sheila were visiting they'd know what was happening. So I turned some the rock music on real loud and covered my face with a pillow.

I did a good job for myself. I then went to the desk and started to work on my French. I heard the phone ring once. Sheila called me for supper at about six.

"Where's Jim," I asked.

"He's got a real problem with a computer program so he won't be home until quite late," she said.

She's a real good cook. We had spaghetti with meat sauce and a salad. Sheila had opened a bottle of wine and I had a small glass of it. She drank a couple of glasses. I noticed that her face was flushed and she seemed to glow by the time we finished dinner.

I helped clear the table and put the dishes in the dish washer. Then I said I had more home work and headed back upstairs.

I got undressed and took a shower. Then I stretched out on my bed naked. I left the bedside table light on. I tried reading for a few minutes but knew I wasn't going to succeed without my usual release.

So I turned the music on loud once more and covered my face with a pillow. I guess the wine must have had something to do with what happened next.

I started my usual routine for getting off when I heard a noise.

I pushed the pillow off my face and there was Sheila standing at the foot of my bed. She was dressed and her face was still flushed. She had let her hair down and God she looked beautiful.

I sat up and blushed stammering something about what I was doing.

She said, "Bel I'm the last person to whom you should be explaining what you were doing. I wish I could solve my problems so easily."

"You have problems? I don't believe it Sheila," I said.

She came and sat down on the bed next to me. Her long hair brushed against my arm. I could smell her perfume and the wine she had had.

She took her glasses off and brought her face close to mine and kissed me on the mouth. I kissed her back and felt her tongue slide into my mouth.

I had been kissed by boys when we played spin the bottle. Jenny, Trudy and I had talked about French kissing but that was it for me until that moment.

Sheila got up and ran to the door saying, "what the hell is wrong with me? Bel forget this ever happened."

I heard her go into my folks room and slam the door. I knew if she felt as bad as I had felt about needing sexual release she was pretty uncomfortable. I put on a robe and went to the folk's room. I knocked on the door and called to her. I could hear her sobbing like a little girl.

When she didn't answer I opened the door and walked in. She was on the bed in what I now know is the fetal position. Her body shook with her sobs. I went to her and smoothed her hair whispering, "Sheila, we're sisters. Come on back to my room. Let's see if we can't solve our problems together."

She sat up, wiped her eyes, put her glasses on and smiled. We walked arm in arm into my bedroom.

We sat down on my bed. She her face was streaked by her tears. I went and got a warm washcloth and gently wiped her pretty face. She smiled a sweet smile.

"Sheila, I'm just a kid but I can't imagine what can be so wrong you have to cry like a baby," I said "Well Belinda you've got a lot to learn about life," she said. "I'm not exactly your ideal sister-in-law. I'm what some people call bisexual. Tonight, and not for the first time, I was turned on by you. I still am."

"As you said you're just a kid but then so was I when I had my first sexual experience. I was eighteen."

"I'd gone to a night football game with several of friends, guys and girls. At the end of the game we started to walk home. One of the fellows and I lagged behind and finally ran into the park.

"We began to pet real heavy. Then the fellow started to get rough and tear at my clothes. He had ripped off most of my shirt buttons and was trying to tear the fly on my jeans open while I was hitting him and yelling 'stop it'.

"As luck would have it a woman was walking her dog, a shepherd, through the park. She heard us and walked over saying, 'are you alright young lady?' I told her I was not. She told the guy to leave me alone.

"For the moment he stopped tearing at my clothes and pushing me around. He yelled at the woman and when she didn't move he pulled a knife out of his jacket pocket. That was a big mistake. The second I jumped from the bench that big shepherd dog was on it and had the kid's hand and arm in his mouth.

"It wasn't much of a tussle. The fellow, I never did no more than his first name, dropped his knife and ran away. I of course was a mess and couldn't go home looking as I did. The woman gave me her coat and suggested we go to her place to see if she could repair some of the damage.

"She lived nearby. With the dog trotting serenely behind us we quickly got to her house. When we got there she disappeared for a while and returned with a tray full of cookies and big steaming mugs of tea.

"We talked as we drank the tea and ate the cookies. Then she said, 'give me your shirt and let's see if something can be done."

"As you know I don't need a brassiere now so I certainly didn't then.

"She looked the shirt over carefully and said 'it's ruined', I'll have to see if I can find something for you. Let's see about your jeans. They look torn too."

"I slipped the jeans off. I always wore cotton undies back then so I was covered enough not to feel embarrassed.

"While she worked on the jeans I looked at her. She seemed old to me, maybe thirty, but very beautiful. She was almost six feet tall. Her hair was brownish and trimmed rather like a boy's. She had strong hands with neatly trimmed, unpolished, short nails.

"Her figure was great. Nice round, full breasts, a flat stomach and tiny behind. She was dressed in stuff I knew had to come either from Fields or one of the really posh dress shops on Michigan Avenue.

"She looked up at one point and caught me staring. I blushed. I wondered if she knew I had been thinking I would like to kiss her. Whatever she thought did not interrupt her work on my jeans.

"When she was done she carried the jeans over to where I was sitting and sat down right next to me. I can smell her still. A clean soapy smell; no perfume.

"I told her she smelled good. She smiled and said, 'so do you Sheila."

"I must have shivered and she asked if I was cold. I told her I wasn't. I know now why I shivered but I didn't right then.

"She looked at me very intently. I felt kind of tingly and suddenly restless. She picked up one of my hands and kissed it. Her kiss was warm and moist. Next thing I knew she was taking each of my fingers into her mouth and sucking them gently. I'd never felt anything like that before.

"I remember saying, 'Oh Vera that feels so good.' "She sighed and whispered 'do you have to go home right away?'.

"I told her my folks were away for the weekend so there was no rush. She kissed me then. Her tongue slipped right into my mouth and mine went like lightening into hers. In a second I was all over her like a starving person.

"She pushed me away and stood up. I could see her nipples sticking out under her blouse. Her face was flushed and she said 'let's go upstairs it's more comfortable."

"When we got to her bedroom she undressed in a hurry. She had the body of a model-a lot like yours is even now Belinda-her breasts were firm, large erect nipples, flat slightly muscular stomach and small hips for, a woman. Her crotch hair was dark and really lush.

"She walked over to me, knelt down and began kissing me. Her hands played with my nipples and I felt my legs thrashing around on the bed. I couldn't stop what was happening to me. It felt like my whole crotch was on fire. I grabbed one of her hands and put it on my undies right in the crotch.

"She began a slow massage there and suddenly I moaned, stiffened and then felt this tremendous explosion inside me. Vera said that if she hadn't been watching my face she would never have recognized it as an orgasm.