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Girls Gone Wild When I was young, my family spent summers in the Gatineau Mountains in Quebec. Being a fourteen year old American, my French was limited, but I knew this group of girls standing outside the local store was talking about me – you just know, you know? At the beach the next day, they wandered over to my towel and invited me to go out on their pontoon boat with them. I went, and when we were out of sight of the beach and our parents, the girls all stripped and lay on the deck to get that “all over tan." I had such a raging hard-on, I was forced to keep my towel on my lap the whole time. But every time they invited me, you know I went. I jerked off at least twice every night. On the last day of my trip we were out on the boat again. This time the girls told me to get naked too. I did, so embarrassed as my raging erection leaped out of my swim trunks. But when one of the girls got on her knees, my embarrassment disappeared. For the thirty seconds it took me to come anyway. Gene S., Syracuse, NY Trashy Waitresses Give Good Head One summer during my college years, I decided to drive cross-country. After days on the road, I ended up in some small dusty town in Arizona. I stopped at a diner to get some grub, and the waitress was this pouty, yet pretty girl. She seemed not interested in me when she took my order, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She wore bad clothes, bad makeup, snapped her gum the whole time, but she was like, I don't know, someone I just had to have. I kept imagining taking her out back and feeling her cowboy boots against my ass as I fucked her up against the wall of the diner. She must’ve noticed my reaction to her cause she suddenly turned nice and sweet. When I paid my bill after too many unnecessary refills on my coffee, I got up the guts to ask her when she got off. She said she was taking a break right then, called to someone in the back and took me outside and did just what I had imagined! I spent a couple of days in that crappy little town, the worst coffee but the best sex of my life. Troy K., LA, CA Mountain Men Play Rough I had the best fuck of my life in the Adirondack Mountains in northern New York State. I took my girlfriend backpacking and canoeing, and one night in front of the fire she suddenly confessed she always had a fantasy to be abducted and ravaged by a wild mountain man. Her suggestion of a camping trip started to make sense. I couldn’t pass it up—one morning, I woke her up with a blindfold and a gag in her mouth and made her walk through some brush in a big enough circle that she couldn’t tell that she was still really close to our campground. After a while, I tied her arms back around a tree and rubbed my three day beard on her face as I tore her shirt off. She was smiling behind her gag and I could tell she was really into the whole thing. I lifted her legs up and stuck my cock in her while her arms were still back around the tree, and she came so hard she almost made me fall down. We’re avid campers now. Daryl J., Charlotte, SC
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