Encounter in a Forest

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Encounter in the Forest

A 16-year-old boy comes across three girls in a forest. The girls are watching a group of boys skinny dipping in the distance. He confronts the girls, and they help him fulfil his CFNM fantasy.

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For most of my life, I’ve had two passions: nature photography and masturbating to CFNM fantasies.

The latter was most likely triggered by an event that happened when I was 7 years old. At that time my two best playmates were the girls literally next door. There was 8-year-old Anna and 6-year-old Joline. This arrangement was mostly one of geography. We were the only children living on our cul-de-sac and at that age we were not allowed to wander off the cul-de-sac.

The specific incident happened when the girls’ cousin Emily visited while her mom was on a trip. I’m not quite sure how old Emily was at the time, but she was in high school and was probably about 14.

She was babysitting the three of us while our moms were out shopping. She asked the girls if they knew what boys looked like and they said that they didn’t. She then convinced me to show the girls how I “made pee.”

At that age, I had not developed a sense of modesty and I didn’t fully understand my mom’s caution about strangers seeing me or touching me there. These were not strangers, so I saw nothing wrong with complying with Emily’s request.

I could not understand why the girls were so excited. I thought nothing of the incident at the time and it was never repeated.

It was not a cause for concern until I hit puberty. I had figured out how to masturbate by experimenting with rubbing my penis in various ways. I knew about erections since I started having them even as a little boy but more often as I approached puberty.

When I thought about the incident with Anna and Joline it was retroactively embarrassing. What a fool I must have been to expose myself to them like that. What surprised me was that along with the embarrassment, came sexual excitement. I got hard whenever I recalled it.

It was also about this time that I got my own computer and, of course, like every other boy of my age went out in search of pornography. I found the sites on CFNM and female domination to be of interest. I really didn’t get into “heavy bondage” or other extremes so those sites where men were naked and jerking off for an audience of women were the ones I visited the most.

Then I found a site that didn’t have pictures, but had stories – stories about girls my age making boys my age get naked for them and do other embarrassing things for the girls’ enjoyment.

In my mind I cast Anna and Jolene into many of these roles. I would have considered getting them to play CFNM with me, but unfortunately they moved away just when they were getting interesting as girls as well as playmates.

So, to take my mind off things I could not do much about, I concentrated on my other passion: wildlife photography.

It was a nice summer day as I was out walking in the woods attempting to get pictures of some wildlife. It was the middle of the afternoon; the absolute worst time for finding animals around and about. I would have preferred to visit the mountains and the deep woods, and stalk at dawn and dusk but this was not one of those occasions. My job as a stock clerk at the local supermarket kept me busy until 4 AM and I was too tired to go out then. Also, it would be nearly a week before my work schedule would allow a more extended trip.

So, I simply opted for a hike in a local patch of forest which was not too far from my suburban neighborhood. The best I could hope to find there were squirrels, rabbits, possums, raccoons, the occasional deer and maybe a more elusive fox.

It might have been only a local hike, but it would keep my animal stalking skills from getting rusty. I even wore my camouflage clothes. Unlike some of the dumb jocks at school, I don’t wear them to look macho. For me, it was a matter of practicality and the only place I wore them was in the woods.

I decided to try my luck along the main stream running through the forest. It’s the most likely place to find animals. Unfortunately, there were a few places where it was encroached upon by suburban housing developments.

It was in these areas that I most often encountered “casual hikers.” They are an irritating interruption. Normally I can hear them well before I see them as they come stomping, thrashing and crashing through the woods, scaring off every animal with 100 yards.

This time the sound I heard was unusual for the forest: girlish giggling.

If I could hear it, so could the animals. There was no sense in my continuing to track them. So I gave up my primary quest and decided to stalk this new prey. I never tried tracking and sneaking up on homo sapiens before and it was an interesting diversion from following animals. I wondered how close I could get to the girls before they knew I was there.

I first spotted them, three of them from about 100 feet away even though some rather thick underbrush. They were not looking in my direction, but instead seemed to be focused on something further downstream. The shrillness of their voices, when the wind carried them in my direction, indicated younger girls rather than mature women.

I decided to circle around to approach them from the rear. I was approaching from upwind, but since a human’s sense of smell isn’t all that good, but their visual sense is, it seemed the best way to stalk this quarry. I avoided the path by which the girls apparently got to the stream and stayed under cover.

Initially, I was able to make good progress because of the noise made by the stream and my distance from the girls. Hearing was another sense in which humans are sometimes deficient. Nonetheless, once established behind them it took another 4 minutes to close in on them. Humans can easily overlook a stationary object, but motion wrenches the eye to it.

I was able to get within arm’s length of the girls, but I resisted the temptation to reach out and tap one on the shoulder.

The girls appeared to be middle-school aged and were whispering to each other excitedly.

As I looked out from between the girls’ heads, I saw what was holding their attention. In the distance about 200 to 300 feet off were three boys playing and splashing in the stream. The boys appeared to be about 13 to 15 years old themselves and they were naked.

At that distance, it was easy to see that the boys were naked, but not much detail could be made out other than the contrast of their pubic hair against the lighter skin of their bodies. The water in the stream was cold which is why both their penises and testicles were shrunken and snugged up into their bodies.

Nonetheless, the girls were leaning forward and peering as if the extra couple of inches would afford them a better view.

I was reminded of the scene in the movie Now and Then where the four girls caught the boys skinny dipping and ride off on their bikes with the boys’ clothes and the boys, naked butts to the camera, in pursuit. The scene ends with the girls tossing the boys’ clothes over their shoulders and a close up of some “tighty whities” landing on the ground.

I have a 12-year-old female cousin who loves that movie, especially that scene. I watched it with her when babysitting her. She reversed that part and played it again a couple of times.

In the movie, as the girls watched the naked boys splashing in the stream, they had some very frank and humorous conversations about the boy’s parts. One of the girls after peeking out over the log behind which the girls were hiding, remarks about the boys’ penises with some disappointment, “They’re not very big.” A second girl laughs at her and says, “They only get big when the boy has a hard-on.” A third girl then remarks, “And when that happens, they get this big,” while holding her hands about a foot apart.

I know that for the filming that the boys wore modesty pouches. You never saw any male genitalia clearly and the girls and the boys were never in the same scene until after the boys emerge from a barn, by which time each boy was holding something in front of him.

Nonetheless, I felt sorry for the boys. As I watched with my cousin, the scene made me hard. I tried to imagine myself as one of the boys and the thought of the girls seeing me naked excited me. And here it was now, in front of me, being played out for real.

At this distance, it was difficult to make out any of the boy’s penises, but I knew they were NOT wearing modesty pouches.

I was so close that I could hear the girls talking. “Look at the one with the red hair,” one of the girls said. “I think I can see his thing.”

Her partner nudged her, “Where? I can’t see it.”

“Then get new glasses, Marcy.”

The third girl added her comment. “Maybe if we get closer, we could get a better view.”

“We can’t get closer, they’ll see us.”

I chuckled to myself. What I had discovered was a simple case of schoolgirl curiosity clandestinely watching some skinny dipping boys. I thought about sneaking away and letting them have their fun, but my baser desires held me back.

This episode of CFNM even at a distance excited me. By this time, I had amassed gigabytes of stories. I even found the clip from my cousin’s favorite movie and downloaded it. But all of that is virtual, this was reality.

There is a complex link between having other people in control of you to the point of them making you get naked and sexuality. That link existed within me. The thought of being naked in the presence of girls made me hard. I am still not sure why. The difference between being clothed and unclothed isn’t that great. It should not create such a difference in power.

There is a big gap between having an interest in Clothed Female / Naked Male and actually making it a reality. Even if I had a current girlfriend, I don’t think I could convince her to participate and the idea of flashing random strangers would most likely get me arrested. I had some female cousins, but even then, I could not think of a way to test their interest in the subject without embarrassing myself.

It is not a topic I could even talk about with my friends. We do discuss girls and sex and even admitted to masturbation and some sexual “experimentation” as younger boys. We all talked about how we’d like to see girls naked, but the concept of being seen naked by girls was too kinky to even bring up.

But right before me were three girls who were obviously interested in CFNM. It was plain that they were curious. I caught them doing something “naughty” and that gave me the upper hand. But best of all, these girls were strangers. If things did not go well, I could back out.

I moved about a foot closer until my head was almost between two of the girls. I was close enough that they should have been able to see me through their peripheral vision.

I said, “Did someone say something about needing glasses?”

My question was answered by the girls jumping back and emitting a high-pitched shriek that only tween girls are capable of producing from the three of them.

I calmed them down with some soothing words, “It’s OK. It’s OK. I won’t hurt you.”

“You scared the shit out of us,” Marcy with the glasses responded. “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

I answered, I’m Ethan, and I am out photographing wildlife. I held up my camera as evidence.

Then it was my turn to ask, “Who are you and what are you doing here?”

One of the girls designated herself as the spokesgirl, “This is Tracy, this is Marcy and I am Trish.”

“So what are you girls doing?” I asked again.

“Nothing.”

“Oh, then you wouldn’t be interested in using the telephoto lens on my camera to get a better look at things on the other side of the stream then.”

“Wait a minute! You’d let us do that? Use your camera?” Trish responded.

“Sure.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Anyone who is skinny dipping is fair game. I assure you if it were a bunch of girls out there doing it, my eye would be on the viewfinder right now.” This was true enough even though I’d rather be the one naked.

“Can we see?” Marcy asked.

“Here, let me show you how to use it.”

The girls took turns looking through the camera at the boys.

“Wow, that was great. Thanks.” Tracy said. “Can we take pictures of them?”

“You could, but I know how to use this camera. Let me take them for you.

I took about a dozen pictures of the boys and showed them to the girls. They passed the camera around looking at them.

“You’re really nice to do this for us.” Trish said. “I would think that an adult would yell at us for what we were doing.”

“First of all, I’m not an adult. I’m only 16.”

“Wow,” the three girls said simultaneously. I guess I looked older in my camo gear. Suddenly, I was almost within their league.

“How old are you girls?”

“I’m 11, almost 12. My cousin Trish is 12 and Tracy is 13.”

“You seem like nice girls. What you were doing wasn’t really wrong. The boys shouldn’t be skinny dipping anyway. You’re young women now and you are curious about boys. That’s perfectly natural.”

The girls blushed at being told that they were “young women;” it seemed to please them. I was doing the best to charm them.

I went on, “It may be perfectly natural, but Trish was right. Adults may not see it that way. You are lucky one of them didn’t catch you. If you are interested in looking at boys, you need to do it in a safe environment.”

Marcy piped up, “What do you mean by safe environment?”

“I mean one in which you won’t get caught and the boy won’t tell.”

“You don’t have to tell me that.” Trish said. “When we were 7 or 8, Marcy and I made our other cousin, Mark, show us his penis when he made pee. Our moms found out and we got in trouble.”

“So where are we going to find a safe environment?” Trish asked.

“Here.”

“What do you mean by here?”

“I mean right here with me.”

“Here? Now?”

“Yes, here and now. We can’t do too much.

I’ll take it out and you girls can look at it. But first I want to make sure you girls would be OK with it.

Marcy and Trish, I know you’ve seen a penis before. Tracy, what about you?”

The girl blushed and shook her head.

“So I’d be your first. This is a big step in a girl’s life. Think about it carefully. There will only be one first time you’ll see a penis.

Your friends are lucky. When they made their cousin pee for them, they were in control. Some girls don’t have that opportunity. They see their first penis under conditions they cannot control and that could be traumatic.

What I offer you is a safe environment. You girls will be in control. You get to decide what we will do.

I am not going to force you to do anything. If any one of you girls don’t want to see it, then I will keep it in my pants. I’ll get up and leave. It’s all up to you girls.”

I was taking a risk with this offer. If Tracy declined, then the deal would be off. I was confident that Trish and Marcy had already made up their minds. I did my best to sell the idea to Tracy, but it was better if her peers convinced her.

Trish asked a question, “If we say no, could we still get the pictures you took of the boys?”

“It’s all or nothing,” I stated. It had not occurred to me that the pictures were another ace card that I held.

“What do you say, Tracy?” Trish asked.

“Yeah,” Marcy added. “Let’s let him show us his thing.”

I laughed silently. I’m sure Marcy knows it’s called a penis, but she was afraid to use the word. Her shyness and Tracy’s reluctance added even more excitement to the event. These were not some jaded girls who had seen dozens of penises. One was a virgin to the experience and the other two nearly so.

“Wouldn’t doing it be a sin?” Tracy asked.

“It’s no different from looking at the boys over there,” Trish said pointing across the stream. “Isn’t it, Ethan?”

I wasn’t expected to be called upon. “That’s for you girls to decide. I’m sure you are mature enough to make a good decision.”

I deliberately dangled the word “mature” in front of them. What tween girl would admit to not being mature.

The girls moved off and into a huddle. I could only catch bits and pieces of the conversation. “Trish is right, it’s not a sin.” “What’s the danger.” Something inaudible but followed by a bunch of giggles. “This will be the only chance we’ll ever get.” “I want to get those pictures.” “Don’t be such a baby, Tracy. You’re a big girl now.”

The girls debated for several minutes. They broke the huddle, high fived each other and exclaimed, “Girl Power!” I took that as a positive sign.

Trish stepped forward, “We decided that we want to see your penis.”

I looked at the other two girls. “All of you?” I asked. Marcy nodded her head excitedly and Tracy looked at her toes and mumbled a meek, “yes.”

The skinny dipping boys were forgotten.

Trish said, “So how do we do it?”

“Gather around girls.” I waited until the girls formed a semicircle in front of me and continued, “I pull the zipper down like this, reach into my pants and underwear, grab my penis and pull it out like this,” as I demonstrated each step as I said it

I was living in the imminent anticipation of this moment since I first proposed the idea to the girls, so I was erected.

I didn’t look down like I would if I were taking it out to urinate. I know what my penis looks like. I was looking at the girls’ faces I wanted to see their reactions. I wish I could have recorded it.

“OMIGOD” Trish said with her eyes wide open.

Tracy was looking at it with one hand over her heart and the other over her mouth, but said nothing.

Marcy said, “Can I take a picture with my phone?”

“He’s a lot bigger than Mark,” Trish said nudging her cousin.

I let them look at it and comment on it for a couple of minutes. Then I said. “Let me show you something better.”

“What’ that?”

“Let me give you a better view.” With that I unbuttoned my pants and slid them and my shorts down to my knees.

“Oh wow, look at that!” Marcy said. The other two girls giggled.

“He got hair down there just like us,” Trish admitted.

“What is that thing,” Tracy asked pointing at my package from the side.

“They’re called testicles. That’s where I make my sperm.”

“What’s sperm?”

“It’s what makes babies,” Trish said.

“How do you know that?” Tracy asked.

“My mom told us,” Marcy added. “We, Trish and I, had the talk with her mom. She’s an OB nurse and knows about this stuff. It makes more sense now that I’m looking at that!”

“What else did her mom tell you?” I asked.

“Well, something about having to make it big and hard and then putting it inside a woman’s vagina and then squirting out the semen.”

“Ewe, that sounds gross,” Tracy exclaimed.

“It’s not,” I added, “if it is done the right way with respect. With the right person at the right time, it can be a very beautiful thing.

You girls are NOT ready for that yet.”

“You got that right. I don’t want to get pregnant.” Trish said.

“Yeah, keep it that way. You girls have plenty of life and fun to experience before you want to do that. Even though I declared that I was not an adult, I certainly felt like one at the moment.

“You sound like my mom,” Marcy added. Then she giggled and pointed at my penis, “but you certainly don’t look like her!”

“Yeah, you girls don’t have to go that far. There’s a lot of fun you can have with boys without doing that.”

I waited for the energy and excitement to level off before making my next offer. “So which one of you girls want to be the first to touch it?”

“We can do that?” Marcy asked.

“Of course. Like I said, you girls are in charge.”

“Wait a minute,” Trish said. When we had the talk with my aunt, she said that the man had to make his penis hard so he could put in into the woman.

Yours is already hard. Is it like that all the time?”

“No,” I admitted. “Normally it is soft and smaller and it fits into my underwear more comfortably.”

“So why is it hard now and what are you doing to make it that way?”

“I’ll answer the second question first. I am not doing anything to make it this way. You girls are making it this way. Whenever a guy likes a girl, he gets hard for her, or I should say, she makes it get hard.”

“How does she do that?”

“Simply by being a girl. It helps when she’s pretty, but mostly because the boy likes her.”

“You mean we can make boys hard?”

“If the boy likes you enough. Next time you are with a bunch of boys look around. Look at their crotches. See if you can see a bulge there.”

“Wow, I didn’t know that we girls could do that.”

“Oh, you can. I’m constantly hard around pretty girls l like.”

“You’re hard now, does that mean you like us and think we are pretty?”

I only laughed and pointed to my penis and said, “What do you think?” In reality the girls were cute and Marcy was probably a bit pudgier than she should be, but given the circumstances, they were all pretty enough.

“So, who wants to be the bravest girl and go first. To be the first girl ever, since I’ve been out of diapers, to touch my penis.”

“ME!” came the response for Trish who had her hand up as if she were answering a question in school. No surprise there. I was glad for her eagerness. She was apparently the girl in charge, the girl whose lead the other two girls followed. At the moment I was glad she was leading the other two girls in their exploration of me.

She reached out with her finger and touched the tip of my penis and withdrew it.

“Yuck,” she said, “you peed on my finger.”

“That’s not pee,” I said. “Does it feel like pee? Roll it around in your fingers. Sniff it. Does it smell like pee?”

Trish did as I said. “No, it’s slippery and sticky all at the same time and it has a faint musty odor.

If it isn’t pee. What is it?”

“It’s pre-cum.”

“Pre-what?”

“Pre-cum.

Cum is another word for semen. I don’t know why it’s called that. Perhaps it’s because semen COMES from the penis. The word can also be used as a verb. When a boy squirts his semen it is called an ejaculation. So you can say that when a boy does this, he ejaculates or he cums.

Pre-cum comes before a cum. When a boy gets very excited, he leaks out this slippery stuff. Normally it is clear unlike real cum which is cloudy. Its purpose is to help lubricate the woman’s vagina when they have intercourse.

Girls leak too when they get excited for the same reason.” I stopped talking and looked at the crotches in the girls’ shorts. I couldn’t see anything, but the girls blushed. I was sure I was making them wet too.

“Intercourse is what it is called when a man puts his penis inside a woman. It’s also called fucking!”

The girls blushed at my use of the f-word. I did use it intentionally. I deliberately wanted to add some tension to their emotions.

“While I am at it there are other words I think you girls need to learn. A penis can also be called a dick, prick or cock – there are other words as well but those are the most common.”

“These,” I said lifting my penis with one hand while pointing with the other, “are testicles, but they are also known as balls and they are the most sensitive part on a boy’s body. It doesn’t take much to hurt a boy by hitting him here.”

“So that’s why my mom told me that if I was ever threatened by a man to kick him between the legs real hard and then run as fast as I can.” Marcy admitted.

“That would do it. I’ve never been kicked there, but I have been hit there accidentally. I was on my knees for quite a while after the incident. I don’t want to live through that again.

So Trish, would you like to continue. I tell you what. I’ll talk you through it and tell you what the parts are. The rest of you girls can gather around and get an education too and then you all can have you turn at touching it and exploring it.

Let’s start with the pee hole or as it is properly called the meatus.”

I gave Trish a verbal tour of my penis as she traced it along with her finger. Her touch was exquisite. I was glad she was my first.

By the end the girls knew about the head, corona, frenulum, shaft , scrotum and all the other parts of my boy reproductive anatomy.

By the time Trish was done with her tour, I was dripping pre-cum.

“You girls need to thank Trish for the lesson she just provided.”

“We need to thank you too for letting her use you like that. Weren’t you embarrassed to let a girl do that to you.” Tracy said.

“I am embarrassed,” I admitted, “but I trust you girls. You are in charge, but I know you won’t hurt me. I want to help your girls and make you happy.”

“OK, class dismissed. Play time.” I announced. “Trish why don’t you take it in your hands and squeeze it and bend it and play with it. The penis is a lot tougher than it looks like. I’ll let you know if you’re hurting me.

Just be careful with the balls. You can cup them and feel them in their sacks but don’t squeeze too hard.”

Trish seemed to be delighted with her opportunity to play with my penis. She was gentle and that made the experience delightful for me as well.

I let her play with it for a few minutes more and then said, “I think it’s time to give your cousin and your friend a chance”

“I am not too sure how much more of this I can take, so Trish, if you will, use your phone to time them. Give each girl 5 minutes each to play with my penis.”

“Can I take pictures of them playing with it?”

“Sure, but make them close ups. I don’t want my face in any of the pictures just yet. Pictures like that have a way of getting out.”

“Send the pictures to me.” Marcy piped up. “Me too!” Tracy said jumping up and down. She was beginning to get into this.

Marcy added, “I also want those pictures in your camera.”

Trish timed Marcy as she girlhandeled my penis while Tracy took pictures and videos.

Then it was Tracy’s turn. By the time she was done, I was both worn out and horny.

We stood there for several moments with the girls looking at my penis.

“Now what?” Trish said. Everyone seemed reluctant for the moment to end.

There was one more thing I had to do. I always figured I would have to do this, but first I had to earn the girls’ trust. I knew that I would be jerking off to this experience as I ran it though my mind in the future. The question was what to do now. The answer was to jerk off, but it was only a matter of whether the girls watched or not.

“I would like to show you something special. I think you girls are mature enough to handle it. This is something I never done for any other girl ever.”

“What’s that?”

“I am going to masturbate for you. I am going to make myself cum for you.”

There was a hush upon the part of the girls. I could see that none of them knew what I was talking about. So I decided to explain it to them.

“Remember before when we talked about intercourse. I told you that it was a pleasurable experience.

Well, men and women just don’t decide to do it. They have to like each other and even then they have to be sexually aroused before they do it.

I like you girls and you make me sexually aroused. Look how hard I am. Normally a man only has to be hard for a couple of minutes before entering a woman. You girls have had me hard for at least an hour. That long stringy thread of precum hanging off the end of my penis proves how well you girls have excited me sexually.”

I could see some concerns as the girls started to lean away from me. Tracy was biting her lip.

“Don’t worry girls. I am not going to rape you. I am not even going to suggest having intercourse with you even though as young as you are, you would probably NOT get pregnant. Besides I like you girls too much to do that to you. Maybe when all of us are older …

When a boy gets all wound up like this and there is no woman to satisfy his needs he can masturbate or jerk off.”

“Jerk off!” Marcy exclaimed, “I heard some boys talking about that.”

“Well, well now you are going to see it. Technically, masturbation is the stimulation of the penis exclusive of intercourse. So what you girls were doing when you were playing with me was masturbating me. Now you did not do it to completion, but it still counts as masturbation.

What I am going to show you is a particular way of masturbating known as jerking off. In England, they call it wanking for some reason. Jerking off is done using a hand. You can rub a penis with anything and some boys do: shoes, clothing, various materials – you are only limited by your imagination.

But your hand is always with you and you can do it anytime and anywhere.

I want you girls to pay close attention. What I will be teaching you may come in handy – if you pardon the pun – when you get boyfriends of your own. It is a lot safer than intercourse and even safer than oral sex. Boys will love it when you do this to them especially if you do it right.”

“How did you learn how to do it. Did some other boy teach you?”

“No, I just kind of figured it out on my own. I don’t know how other boys learn, but every boy does it even if he does not want to admit it.

I caught a cousin of mine doing it and my friend and I did it together once when we were younger. His technique was very similar to mine.

I don’t know if any boys have to be taught, but wouldn’t it be interesting if you girls were the ones to teach them.

If you girls like what you see me doing and want to see other boys do it, then be observant. Things like if a boy spends a lot of time in the bathroom or there are stains on his bedsheets or caked tissues in a wastepaper basket are clues that the boy is masturbating. If you can catch him doing it, then you may be able to make him do it for you. As I said, boys are ashamed to be caught doing it.”

I felt like I had to plant that seed in their heads.

I grabbed my penis with my fist. I knew that with all the physical stimulation I got from the girls and all the mental and emotional excitement I got merely by being naked in their presence that this would be a short performance.

Normally when I masturbate, I close my eyes and fixate on some imaginary fantasy. This time I kept them open to enjoy the real fantasy. I looked at the girls’ faces as they watched me jerk on my penis. It was a mixture of little girl innocence and the impishness of feminine lust.

The tingling sensation came almost immediately and I was afraid that I would peak too quickly, but it kept growing beyond the normal point of ejaculation. My body began to sway and I was losing control. The girls could see it coming too. They stood back and put their hands to their faces. They did not know what it was that they would see, but they waited in anticipation.

At the last moment, when I felt like I could hold out no longer, my ejaculation overtook me. I shot my cum at my audience as they jumped up and down and squealed with delight.

I made shot after shot until I was depleted. I had to stagger over to a tree and hugged it to keep from falling down.

Immediately I felt Trish on one side and Tracy on the other. They were holding onto me and asking me if I were alright. I could only nod yes in response.

Eventually, I recovered and was able to sit on a log. I still had my pants down, but for the first time since encountering the girls it was going soft.

“I really don’t want this to end.” Trish said. “You were wonderful, Ethan. I don’t think we’ll ever meet a boy as nice as you ever again.”

“You’d be surprised. I think there are a lot of us out there. There are a lot of boys who would love to have girls in charge of them. We’re just too afraid to step forward. It’s up to you girls to take the initiative. Drop a few hints and if you get a response, be bold.”

“Unfortunately, our time here is up.” I said. “Even our skinny dipping friends have left.

“Well, we’d still like to get the pictures you took of them,” Marcy reminded me. Of the three girls, she seemed to have the most interest in the raw sex. Trish seemed to relish the power she and the other girls had over me. Tracy was still a mystery. She came to the forest an innocent, shy girl and left with a more confident attitude.

I pulled up my pants and said, “OK girls, before I go, I’d like to get a picture of the three of you together. I want to remember this day.

“So do we,” Trish said. “We’ll give you our email addresses and we can swap pictures.”

Each girl took a picture of me with the other two girls and had one of the girls take a picture of just the girl herself and me.

Each one of them gave me a kiss. I turned and walked off. I could not look back. I knew I would send them the pictures. Should I also send them the link to the story site, too? Did I create a trio of future dominant mistresses, or did I just wake up a natural feeling inside of them?

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