This is part 5, the other parts are in my post history.
I was originally going to publish my memoirs as a book, but then I when I thought about it I came to the conclusion that no one would actually pay for what is essentially porn in prose form. So here you go for free! These stories are (mostly) true, I’ve changed the names, locations, and other personal details to protect the innocent.
I’m bisexual, so there’s MM and MMM and MF and some other permutations in my past. Please let me know if you enjoy and I’ll post the rest.
# Mark and Veronica
For the rest of that summer, Mark and I fucked whenever we had the chance. Even if we weren’t able to be alone together, we would find ways to find some privacy to surreptitiously blow each other or jerk each other off.
In the periphery of our group of friends were a French Canadian brother and sister. The brother was older, and named Denis. The sister was a year younger, and her name was Veronica.
Denis was one of the neighborhood bullies. He was gigantic, had a shock of blonde hair, and crazy eyes. He wasn’t the active kind of bully that would just fuck with random people for no reason, but he was the kind of bully that made your life suck if he decided he didn’t like you.
Veronica had a much nicer personality. She was plain, but pretty, with blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a slight lisp and was friendly to everyone. Where she really stood out, though, was her body. She had the most incredible body. Nice wide hips, peach shaped ass, narrow waist, flat stomach, perky tits.
Her insanely hot body was a frequent topic of discussion amongst the guys in our group of friends. Two of the guys in our group had claimed that Veronica lost a bet with them and as payment she had shown them her pussy. Despite the unverified status of their claim, her brother Denis had taken exception to this and they were now on his shit list.
But what was true is that she was a flirt and liked to tease guys. I think some of that was genuine and she was a horny teen just like the rest of us. But the other part of it was that her brother acted as a force field to deflect any negative attention that arose.
Mark was more friendly with the both of them than I was, and one day during the summer he called me to invite me over to swim. When I arrived, I was surprised to see both Denis and Veronica lounging by the pool.
Veronica looked amazing. She was wearing a one piece swimsuit. It was aquamarine blue, with thin shoulder straps and pleasingly high above the thigh.
I snuck glances at her as she was walking around the pool, and Mark would occasionally nudge me, motion to her, and raise his eyebrows. I kept an eye on Denis to make sure he didn’t catch us ogling his sister, but he seemed to be having fun and wasn’t really paying attention to us.
The afternoon wore on, and at some point Denis laid on a deck chair and looked like he was sleeping. I was in the pool, and I realized it had suddenly become quiet. I looked around, but Mark and Veronica weren’t at the poolside. I looked at the back of Mark’s house and there didn’t appear to be any activity there either.
I got out of the pool quietly so as not to disturb Denis.
As I dried off, I heard voices coming from the change room. As I got closer, the voice was clearly Mark’s, but there was a female voice as well. The door was slightly open, so I tapped on it before I stepped inside.
Veronica was on the floor, lying on a towel, propped up on her elbows. Her tits were thrust forward, and her camel toe was on full display. I couldn’t help but stare at the slight raised polygon of her mound.
Mark was lying on his side, facing her, hungrily surveying her landscape. Veronica was smiling, and appeared to be enjoying the effect she was having. I looked at Mark, who was making no attempt to hide the raging erection bulging in his swim trunks.
“No, we can’t,” said Veronica in her slightly lispy French accent.
“Uh, what?” I asked.
Veronica looked up at me with a little smirk. “Mark asked if we could fuck. I said no we can’t.”
I immediately turned, closed the door, and clicked the lock. If Denis should discover this little scenario, Mark and I would be dead.
I quickly sat down beside them.
“Why don’t we all go back in the pool?”
“I don’t want to yet,” said Veronica.
I looked at Mark, who was still transfixed by Veronica’s body.
“If we can’t fuck, can we at least do something?” Mark asked.
Veronica smirked her flirty little smirk.
“Like what?” replied Veronica.
“Blow job?”
“No way,” said Veronica. “Forget it.”
I was desperate to speed this up before the slumbering giant awoke. “How about a hand job?” I suggested.
Veronica turned to me. “Oh, now you want a hand job too?”
Mark looked at me approvingly and nodded. This was bad. Very bad.
“Sure, sure,” I replied. “Only if we’re quick though.”
It wasn’t until this point I actually realized what had just transpired. Veronica paused, then stared at me with that same little smirk. My cock went from flaccid to a full, straining hardon in an instant.
She turned to Mark, who was now rubbing his cock through his swim trunks.
“Fine, I guess.”
I looked at Mark, then at the door, and then back. He didn’t get the hint.
“Well, whip them out.”
Mark turned over on his back and lifted his hips. He pulled his swim trunks down to his knees and reclined on his elbow. His cock was ragingly hard, twitching with anticipation.
Veronica’s eyes widened, and she turned to me.
I quickly laid down on the other side of her and got my swim trunks to my knees as well. Veronica’s lips parted slightly with a barely audible, “oh.”
Then, she reached out and wrapped a hand around each of us. I jumped slightly at her touch. Her hand was soft, delicate, and small. My cock looked huge with her slight fingers wrapped around it.
I looked over at Mark, and he was already breathing heavily. His eyes darted to meet mine. A huge smile was plastered across his face.
Veronica started stroking, very gently.
“You guys can’t ever tell anyone about this, ever. Promise.”
She glanced at me and I quickly nodded. She turned to Mark, already nodding eagerly.
“Okay then.”
Veronica then started working our hard cocks. She stroked us up and down, reversed her grip, slid down the other way. It was absolutely incredible.
She stopped for a second and quickly pulled one of the straps on her swimsuit, then the other. She tugged it down until her wonderfully perky tits popped out. Mark and I simultaneously reached over and cupped one each in our hands, squeezing and massaging.
Veronica reached back down and resumed her vigorous stroking. As we played with her tits, a tiny moan and breathless gasp escaped her lips.
I quickly slid my hand down her stomach. Her legs partly slightly as I grazed my index finger over the thin cloth covering her pussy.
She moaned, deeper now, and I slid my fingers under the fabric at the top of her thigh. I gently pulled it to the side, and she raised her hips slightly so I could get it all the way over.
Her bushy blonde mound appeared and Mark’s hand joined mine. I watched his finger slide across her hood, exposing her tiny, jewel-like clit. I slid my finger underneath his, down to her labia.
She was wet. Absolutely, gushing wet. I slid my slick finger all the way up, and she gasped with a tiny flinch as my finger grazed across her now swollen button. I slipped my finger in mouth to taste her, then returned my fingers to her pussy.
Veronica’s back arched as our fingers slid all over her slick, soaked pussy. As she arched more, her perfect, round tit jiggled in front of my face.
I kissed her soft flesh and flicked a tongue over her rock hard nipple, the slight scent of chlorine from her bathing suit filling my nostrils. I looked over and Mark had his whole mouth on her other breast, sucking and flicking his tongue over her other nipple.
“I think I’m cumming,” she whispered. Her mouth dropped open, and a long, gentle sigh escaped her lips.
This sound was far too much for me. I felt the first contraction starting deep inside me, my cock tensing and swelling preparation.
“Oh, my,” Veronica whispered, watching intently.
She tightened her grip and was now more forcefully sliding her tiny hand up and down the length of my straining cock.
A slight moan passed her lips as my first shot flew across my stomach. I couldn’t help but grunt as she aggressively stroked and squeezed my cock until my midsection was covered in jizz.
Veronica looked at me, the flirty smirk back on her face. She put her palm on my cock, gently petting it.
“Good boy,” she whispered.
I froze. There are those moments in life that change who we are on a very basic, primal, molecular level. This was one of those moments for me. Everything that summed up in the gently whispered words “good boy” resonated through me like a giant bell being struck by a hammer.
As I was trying to regain my senses, Veronica gently rested her palm on my now deflating shaft and turned her attention to Mark.
“You going to cum for me now?”
Mark nodded as she stroked the full length of his shaft in a steady, quickening rhythm. He squeezed her thigh and growled as his cum landed on his stomach in thick, ropey strands.
Then, it was quiet but for a few heavy breaths and sighs.
Veronica dipped her index finger in the big puddle of jizz on my stomach and pressed it against her thumb.
“Sticky,” she giggled.
Veronica was still half naked, with her swimsuit pulled down on top and to the side down below. I stroked her thigh as she pulled her swimsuit back to cover her pussy.
Then, there was a rattling sound. A distinct, door handle jiggling sound. Next, a loud, pounding sound. Then another.
Veronica quickly pulled each shoulder strap on her bathing suit, stuck an arm through, and snapped it back into position. She ran a finger under her panty line and smoothed the fabric back.
As she jumped to her feet, I looked at Mark. He shot back a panicked look.
I desperately looked around for something, anything to clean myself up.
“Hey!” came a muffled yell from behind the door. “What the fuck is going on in there!”
“Be right there!” chirped Veronica, and she gave us the universal “hurry the fuck up” hand signal. By this time Mark was on his feet, swim trunks around his knees, his cock still at half mast, dripping cum.
I struggled to my feet, my shorts at my knees, cum dripping down my stomach and thighs, half hard cock dangling, last drops of cum dribbling to the floor.
Denis pounded the door again. Mark had found a towel and frantically wiped himself off. I made the “give it here!” motion and he tossed it to me.
I quickly wiped myself, but it was already sticky with Mark’s cum. Every time I wiped, Mark’s cum mixed with mine. I was getting more covered with cum, not less.
Veronica was already at the door with her hand on the knob.
“Hurry up!” she whispered, watching me desperately trying to find a dry corner.
“I am!” I whisper shouted back. Finally, I managed to dab myself off somewhat. I tugged my swim trunks up.
“Not a word to anybody!” Veronica whispered.
Then, she turned the lock and threw open the door. The bright sunlight was obscured by Denis’s bulk in the doorway. I froze.
Veronica stepped forward and Denis stepped out of the way. Mark followed right behind her and I didn’t hesitate. Veronica continued walking to the pool, while Mark and I feigned nonchalance.
Denis’s gaze followed Veronica, then snapped back to us.
“What the fuck was going on in there?”
“Oh, uh, nothing. I was just…uh…telling Veronica what my parents are planning to do to fix up the change room.”
Mark glanced at me, and I nodded.
“Then why the fuck was the door locked?”
“Oh, was it?”
“Yes, it was fucking locked, obviously.”
At this point it was late in the afternoon and the sun was baking hot. I felt a slight dry, crackly feeling on my stomach. I reached down to feel the telltale signs of rapidly drying jizz.
I didn’t dare look down to see what was going on, but I looked over at Mark and there were little bits of drying jizz caked on his stomach.
“Oh, well, sometimes it locks by itself,” said Mark. “We’re getting that fixed too.”
I have no idea what my expression looked like. A mix of guilt, fear, impending doom I assume. Denis looked at me.
“What’s your problem?”
“No problem,” I said, forcing a smile.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Veronica, standing beside the pool. She was watching us, giggling with a hand over her mouth.
“Hey, don’t you guys have to get going soon?” asked Mark. “Let’s get back in the pool one last time before you go.”
Denis kept staring at me. I can only assume I was grinning like an idiot.
“All right, fine,” said Denis. To my relief, he turned and walked in the direction of the pool.
I rushed over to Mark, grabbed his forearm, and started rubbing the dried, crusty jizz off his stomach. He looked at me, surprised, then looked down. When he saw what I was doing, he immediately started trying to get it off as well.
Then, he looked over at me. His eyebrows jumped and he started wiping me.
As we madly wiped each other, I looked over and Veronica was staring.
There was no little smirk on her face this time. Instead, her mouth was open, lips slightly parted, one hand resting on her boob, over her heart.
“Get in the pool,” Mark whispered. “Let’s get in the pool.”
The rest of the time was thankfully uneventful. When it was time to leave, Denis simply stormed off.
Veronica took us aside to remind us not to breathe a word to anyone.
“Bye, boys,” she said, “maybe we can all have fun again some time.”
Unfortunately, that was not to be. Denis and Veronica’s father was in the military and shortly after they returned to Quebec.
Mark and I kept our promise even after she was gone. We talked about it to each other, but never shared it with anyone else. Until now.
And yes, sadly, this brief experience with Veronica and the brief experience with Jennifer were the only interactions I had with women during the five years I was in high school.
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