Chapter 2
No girl in the state of Kansas was more of an expert on male anatomy than I. By the time I was seventeen I had seen men of all ages, colors, and shapes in that outdoor shower stall. Then my private fun was suddenly ended when my father moved the shower indoors. His explanation was that the men would be more inclined to clean themselves if they didn't have to submit their bodies to the cold air all the time. I didn't dare object because my parents would immediately become suspicious and add two and two together.
I had become so hooked on gazing at nude males by then that I had to find another outlet.
Since I lived in a rural area I couldn't walk around peeping into windows. For voyeurism a city was needed.
Oddly enough, with all the experience I had at viewing naked males I was still very shy around them. When boys my age tried to make me I would react like any other well-brought-up farm girl. Somehow I couldn't loosen up with boys when I was close to them. I could only release my emotions when they were away at a safe distance and not aware of my presence. So far the only male I had ever let come close to me was that handsome drifter who took my cherry. The boys I knew considered me to be stuck-up or frigid. They just had no idea of what a secret erotic life I led. That is, the life I led until the time my father moved that shower stall indoors.
The closest I came again to sex was when a good-looking boy of eighteen invited me to a dance. His name was Elmer and, although this made him sound like a chick, he was anything but. Elmer was one of the most active studs in the farming community and I knew some of the girls he had thrown his cock into. They told me that no girl could resist his charms once he turned them on. I guess that's why I was so willing to along with him; I wanted to love boys close up instead of at a distance. At seventeen I knew that I had already become a kook with my passion for peeping and I wanted to get normal again.
After the dance Elmer drove me out to a deserted spot near some tall trees. I knew that he was going to make a serious pass and my heart beat wildly. He slipped his arms around me and pressed his lips against mine. His mouth opened my mouth to receive his probing tongue. My first French kiss.
I tongued him back and this was all the encouragement he needed to rub his hand over the crotch of my panties. I began to get nervous. "No.. .don't," I sighed.
The boy was too aroused to stop. He opened his fly and out popped his stiff penis. Even though I had seen male organs by the dozens one this close up scared me. The teenaged stud had a tremendous horn with a pair of testicles that looked like medium-sized coconuts. If Elmer had been a hundred feet away I would've adored gazing at his male goodies but, as it was, his meat was only an inch away from my bare legs. Goose pimples covered my entire body and my nipples turned into hard rocks. I was also aroused and yet I couldn't let myself go as I had with Leon. When the boy started to pull my panties down I slapped his face hard. "I'm not that kind of girl!" I screamed.
Elmer gritted his teeth and moaned. "Then don't be such a cockteaser!" he snapped. "You lead a guy on and then slam the door in his face."
"I'm not a teaser!" I told him. "I didn't lead you on. Now take me home before I get angry."
The boy's heavy cannon was still erected and I wanted to have it rammed all the way up my pussy yet I found myself acting like the ravished virgin. When Elmer let me off at my house I went to my room and cursed myself for being such a fool. I threw myself back on the bed and fingered my slit as I thought of the stud's mighty sex organ. How I wanted to see that meat again.
I got a change to see Elmer naked that following summer. It was an open secret in the farming community that men and boys liked to swim naked in a nearby pond. We womenfolk, of course, avoided the area just to let the fellows have their privacy. No female would ever think of intruding on them. . .except me.
If the men in the district knew of a pond where females swam naked the place would be crawling with them but it didn't seem to work the other way around. This made me feel odd. Was I the only female Peeping Tom in the world?
I tried to resist going out to that pond but the more I thought of it the more I wanted to see that spot where male nudity was on display. The last straw came when I heard Elmer make a date with some other boys to meet him at the pond. I wanted to see his flesh again. I wanted to look at the boy who almost screwed me.
The day was very hot as I walked towards the pond. Kansas is known for its very hot summers and very cold winters. These temperature differences have forced more than one family to up and leave for California.
As I drew near the pond I could hear male voices laughing and talking along with splashing water. Although it was a very hot day I became chilly. It had been months since I had seen naked boys from afar.
I reached a small rise that was covered with bushes and crawled up it like a soldier in combat. I was wearing my work jeans and shirt so it didn't matter how dirty I got. When I reached the summit of the rise I pushed some undergrowth apart and looked down at the pond. My eyes danced in my head as I saw seven or eight naked teenaged boys. I was in my glory again.
Elmer was poised at the tip of a log that served as a diving board with his back toward me. His muscular body shone with wetness in the golden sun and he had the cutest ass. Three boys were already in the water four more waited their turn to dive off the log. Their ages ranged from fifteen to eighteen. I knew them all since I had grown up with them. The youngest boy was an almost pretty kid with a slight body and an underdeveloped pecker. He had very little pubic hair and his behind was as soft as a girl's. One of the oldest boys had a hairy body and a long dick that swung when he walked. I wondered why girls didn't swim naked together. It seemed like such fun. At school some girls even refused to strip in the locker room. What was there about the female body that was supposed to be so precious anyhow?
I lay flat on the ground and my breath disturbed the dry dirt that was just under my nose.
Elmer jumped off the board. His dick and balls flapped in the breeze for a split second and then he was under the water. Tommy, the fifteen year old, was the next on the board. The other boys ribbed him about his underdeveloped penis. "Hey, Tommy, did a mule bite your pecker off?" Donald, the hairy, eighteen years old shouted.
Males seemed to enjoy this type of rough, sexual play. I had seen this happen so often in that outdoor shower stall. Males also seemed to be very hung-up about penis size and it was their idea that the bigger the cock the better the lover. With only one sex experience behind me I couldn't judge this theory but I doubted that the size of a penis in its limp state was so important. It was only when a male organ became erected that love began.
Tommy dove off as if trying to hide his sexual development. Another boy joined him and then another. How I envied them their nudity and swimming. Then, in a sudden spasm of desire, I stripped myself while still in a prone position. My bare breasts hung down and I touched the dirt with lust-stiffened nipples. A warm breeze played over the crack of my ass. I watched the eight nude boys splash and swim not more than twenty feet away and had the strongest urge to dart out of the bushes and join them. But, as always, I found satisfaction in curling three of my fingers into my cleft and playing with myself that way. None of the boys had an erection although they liked to wave their dicks at one another and shout sexy things like, "This here thing has been in plenty of dark holes."
I hoped that they would start dropping the names of the girls they had screwed. There is more to voyeurism than looking. Ears could also be brought into play. But the boys revealed no secrets except their bodies and this was good enough for me. Dicks, balls, behinds drifted nakedly past me as I masturbated. I had never seen so many attractive young boys in the nude in one spot before. I became so engrossed in the sight that I didn't know that one of the boys had left the group to take a leak. It was only when I heard his piss strike the ground a few feet away that I realized what danger I was in. Donald was standing with his back turned to m e holding his pecker as he urinated. I pressed against the ground hoping that he wouldn't look down and see me. It was too late to inch away.
When the eighteen year old boy stopped pissing I closed my eyes as if trying to hide in the darkness I caused. And then I heard the word that would change my life. "Hey!" he shouted.
I tried to cover myself with my clothes but Donald wouldn't have it. He pulled my shirt away and his eyes burned into my body. "Hey!" he repeated. "Look what I found!"
I heard a great deal of splashing as the boys ran out of the water. Soon I was surrounded by eight naked boys. "Lorna!" Elmer gasped. "You were looking at us!"
He said this as if I were the first female Peeping Tom in the world.. .and maybe I was. I think I would've gotten away untouched if I were clothed but I was as naked as they. This made the difference. "Look at those tits!" one of the lads sighed.
"Look at that cunt!" Elmer joined in. "I always wanted to crack it."
Tommy, the fifteen year old, quickly developed an erection. His small dick kept swelling and swelling until it stood upright a full five inches which seemed normal for a boy his age. The other boys began to get erections and, as scared as I was, I couldn't resist gazing at this mass display of youthful virility. When all the boys had hard dongs I could see that there wasn't all that difference in penis sizes. Most of the boys had six-inchers while Elmer seemed to top them with a seven-inch cannon. His testicles were big and hairy and I could see that I wouldn't be able to stop him from plowing into me again.
"Let's gang-bang her," Donald suggested softly.
All of them made a move towards me. "Wait!" I cried. "This will be rape!"
Elmer laughed. "Honey, you came out here, stripped yourself jaybird naked, and looked at us when we were swimming. Lorna, you're asking for it so cut out the teasing shit."
He was right, of course, but something in me made me play the role of victim all the same. When Elmer came down on top of me I screamed. His mighty meat rammed onto my body and he slid in easily. Although I had had only one real dick before I had used so many dildoes that, by now, my pussy was as wide and as tough as a choker's. Elmer, the boy who knew his way around females, realized this the second his long tube slipped all the way into me to the hilt. "Damn, you've been banging everything on two feet!" he exclaimed.
I couldn't tell him the truth, or course. I couldn't say that his sex organ was only the second to ever enter my body. He lifted his rump and plowed into me as hard as he could while the other boys looked on. When I gazed up at them I could see their erected penises from the undersides. I wondered how many of them were virgins. Tommy's eyes were wide and he seemed to be in a trance as he watched Elmer screw me. I knew that he had never had a girl before. Sex hung in the air like something that was almost visible. Nothing could stop eight boys from screwing me now.
Elmer shot his load. His fluid poured into my body like warm water and he grunted with sheer animal pleasure. "Why the hell couldn't you've given in that night after the dance?" he asked.
I had no answer. How else could I explain rejecting him one night and yet crawling on my belly to see him naked now?
Donald took Elmer's place as soon as he got off my body. There seemed to be a pecking order where the older boys get me first. Donald's hairy, wet body rubbed against mine as he plowed into me. Despite my fears and my self-disgust I felt my nipples stiffen again against his chest. His long, hard penis pumped into my body and the other boys became more excited knowing that their turn would come. A couple of them knelt near my feet to get a better view of the sexual coupling. I felt like a piece of meat on display.
"I bet you can't wait," Elmer said to Tommy who kept fingering his erected part.
The fifteen year old nodded and kept staring down at me.
"Well, then you be next, kid," Elmer offered grandly as if he owned me.
Donald rammed his pecker fast and faster as he neared a climax. He stopped suddenly and let loose a sigh as he released his come. I had the urge to embrace him but I didn't want to show the boys I was all that willing. Even in my situation I wanted to pretend I was hard-to-get.
When Donald got off me there was a pause as Elmer pushed the youngest boy towards my waiting flesh. Tommy seemed nervous and I felt sorry for him. Maybe he wasn't ready for sex. People matured at different ages. But the young kid couldn't back away now. He had to prove his manhood.
"Sorry, Lorna," he said as he mounted me timidly.
Tommy's body was only slightly damp since the dry air had gone to work on him as well as the others. After Elmer and Donald he was like a child with his soft body and his small dick. The boy clumsily tried to guide his penis into my vagina and this made the older boys laugh. "Come on, Tommy," one of them called. "Just pretend she's your favorite sheep."
I was only part of a game to the boys and not something to cherish and to love. Leon, at least, had been considerate but this bunch, for the exception of Tommy, treated me like the dirt that ground against me back and ass.
The fifteen year old lad finally pushed his virginal pecker into my slit and started pumping as he had seen the other two do. He was so excited that he shot his load after the third stroke. He kept moving as he poured much to the delight of his friends.
"Look at old Tommy go!" Elmer cried. "You'd think he's been fucking for years."
The boy emptied himself out and then got to his feet. His baby-face was flushed. He seemed very proud of himself. Today he had become a man.
One by one the others followed. They became a blur and it was if I were being banged by a single boy who was so virile that he spewed again and again. Then there was a moment of silence. No one tried to mount me. "Have I taken on all of you?" I asked bitterly.
"Yeah, all eight, sugar," Donald said. "Do you feel better now?"
"Do you?" I snapped and reached for my jeans.
Another boy kicked my clothes away. "Don't be in such a hurry, Lorna," he said. "You look all dirty and sweaty. Let's go for a swim."
Hands grabbed me and I found myself being carried towards the pond. The boy tossed me into the water and I struggled to get away from them but they wouldn't let me. It wasn't every day they had a naked girl to play with. They grabbed my rump, my crotch, and my tits as if to exploit the situation as much as possible. I felt cheap and awful and I kept trying to escape to the safety of my room. Only moments ago I had found these boys the most beautiful things on earth and now they were all so ugly. As I had already learned from Leon. . .males were best viewed from a distance.
It was only when I started to cry that the boys tired of their game. They followed me out of the water still sneaking feels. At least half had developed new erections and I wanted to get away before they decided to use me as an outlet again. Elmer grabbed me by the shoulders before I had a chance to get at my clothes. "How about some Frenching?" he asked.
"I don't want to kiss you," I mumbled.
"Honey," he laughed, "I don't mean kissing."
It was another few seconds before I understood that he wanted me to mouth his sex as Leon had mouthed my vagina three years ago. "You can go to hell," I told him and tried to leave but the strong boy held me fast.
"If you don't do it I'll tell everybody what went on here," he warned.
Tell. This was the one thing that I was really afraid of. In the tight community a girl's reputation could be destroyed by one rumor. Since eight boys had used my body that meant I had eight chances to be ruined. All the fight left my body. "Elmer...you won't tell. . .please," I said.
"Just be good and no one will be the wiser," he assured me.
The rest of the boys gathered around me knowing that I still had sex to offer. A final bit of anger made me shout at them. "I'm the one to tell," I claimed. "After all, you boys attacked me in the bushes. I didn't want to screw any one of you."
"She's right," Tommy injected fearfully. "We can go to jail."
"Will you cut that crap about jail?" Donald told him. "Lorna won't go to the police and say that she's a Peeping Tom. Lorna won't do anything. . .except go down on all of us."
"Bastards!" I screamed.
"Be that as it may," Elmer said with a snide tone, "but the only way you'll get us to keep our mouths shut is to open yours."
It was no use. I couldn't scare this pack off or numb them with my girlish tears. When males are aroused they permit nothing short of death to stop them from getting at the objects of their lusts. I went down on my knees and there was Elmer's seven inches of manhood staring me in the face. Once more the rest of the boys gathered around to watch. To them sex was a public, cooperative affair.
I opened my mouth and leaned forward. Elmer's tube of meat entered my mouth and I began to suck. I was determined to get it over with as soon as possible. Sex didn't take long. Tommy had come only a few seconds after he penetrated me. What I didn't bring into account, of course, was that males took longer reaching their second orgasm.
Elmer placed his hands on my head as I bobbed back and forth along what part of his penis I was able to take orally. When he climaxed he held me fast so that I had no other choice but to swallow the spurting male fluid. This set the pattern for the others.
Donald took Elmer's place as he had before. His male number wasn't fully erected but I took it orally anyhow. As I fellated him his sex organ grew bigger. I knew that he was about to come when he grabbed my head so that I wouldn't pull away and spit. It really didn't matter to me if I swallowed or not. Too much had already happened. When the eighteen year old stud spewed I drank his juice much to his grunting satisfaction.
Tommy wasn't the third one as I had expected but, rather, a husky sixteen year old I had made mud pies with as a tot. Times certainly changed swiftly. I fellated him to the spewing conclusion and said to myself . . .three down and five to go.
The sight of me mouthing sex organs obviously made the others more aroused since they climaxed more quickly. I kept swallowing and counting them off until I got to the last. Tommy. The young, pretty boy stood before me with his childish dick stiff and pink. Feeling like a worn-out hooker on a Saturday night I opened my mouth for the final time and fellated the boy until he shot his load. I drank even though Tommy didn't try to hold me against him with his hands. How easily habits are formed.
I sat back on my heels and fixed my eyes on the ground. "Now can I go?" I asked no one in particular.
"Sure, Lorna," I heard Elmer say. "You were good so we'll be good and say nothing."
Donald patted my ass when I stood up. "Come back tomorrow," he offered. "We'll all be here."
If the boys hadn't used me so much I would've come back to watch them as they swam naked but now Donald's offer made me sick. When I say sick I mean that literally. I threw up and vomited out all the come I had swallowed. The smell of semen was everywhere and I hurried into my clothes. I promised myself that I would never look at another naked male again. My Peeping Tom days were over.
I figured that the mass gang-bang was worth it since it burned out my voyeurism. Maybe I needed a good lesson to cure me of my crazy desire to watch others. But I soon discovered that my trials were only beginning. With eight boys there had to be at least one who couldn't keep a secret and soon my adventures were being whispered about all over the area. "Friends" told my parents and I knew what was on their minds when they came into my room one evening. Painfully, my father told me what was being said about me. "I know it can't be true, Lorna," he said with a weak smile. "You're not that kind of girl."
I suppose I could've lied my way out but it annoyed me that they ignored the fact I had any sexual leanings at all. This prompted me to respond, "But I am that kind of girl, dad."
His weather-beaten face tightened. "Do you know what's being said about you?" he asked with a thicker, harder voice. "People are saying you've had sex with eight boys at the pond. Tell me it isn't so, Lorna."
I took in a deep breath. Confession, I figured, had to be good for the soul. If I told all maybe I would be cured. When I told my parents that I not only had sex with eight boys but also with that red-headed drifter three years ago they went out of their skulls. My father took off his belt and began to lash me with it while my mother kept screaming that I was a bitch. I just curled up into a ball until my father beat all his anger out. When he was finished I packed a bag and left. When I walked out of the farmhouse that had been my home since the day I was born no one said a word. I had sinned and now was casting myself out into the exterior darkness where there was weeping and gnashing of teeth.