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If All Else Fails - Illustrated

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Chapter 8

Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Instead of writing another fiction story, Wally tells the shocking truth about his many sexual experiences as a teen. Includes short scenes by many other writers, who are credited in the text. Starts with a sci-fi soldier in the far future, but most of the story happens in the 1970's US Midwest. - - - CAUTION - View and understand the story tags/codes before reading! If you don't and some of the content disturbs you, it's your fault instead of mine.

Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Ma/ft   mt/Fa   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Fa/ft   Ma/Ma   mt   Teenagers   Blackmail   Coercion   Consensual   NonConsensual   Rape   Gay   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Humor   Military   School   Tear Jerker   Vignettes   War   Science Fiction   Cheating   Sharing   Incest   Mother   Son   Brother   Sister   Cousins   Group Sex   Swinging   Anal Sex   First   Facial   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Safe Sex   Voyeurism   Big Breasts   Public Sex   Smoking   Caution   Prostitution   Illustrated  

When Miri’s grandmother drove us home, she came inside and talked to Mom with us. She suggested, “I’d like to see Mirabelle more often, and I think prayer might do all of you some good. Would you go to church with me next Sunday? We’re having a potluck picnic for lunch, after.”

Mom shook her head slightly and replied, “Nah. I’m not much for religion.”

“We’re one of the more tolerant denominations. Jesus turned water to wine, so we can drink it. Or beer.” Mom smiled slightly as the old lady continued, “And I’ll make my famous chocolate peppermint cookies.”

I was happy to hear it, and my stepsister asked Mom, “Please? They’re so good!”

As further encouragement, her gran added, “And my bacon cheeseburger meatloaf.”

I exclaimed and begged, “YES! It’s SO YUMMY! Please, Mom? Please?”

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Mom nodded and agreed. “Okay. What time?”

“Sunday school starts at ten. How about I pick you up at nine-thirty?”


Sunday school was boring but stressful at the same time. Estrella sat between my buddy Todd, who was her cousin, and I. Her father was the teacher. He sat directly across from me, with Miri next to him. The lesson was him staring at a paperback book, reading about the evils of premarital sex. He went into graphic detail about which body part went where during sodomy, and repeatedly emphasized that even when married, both kinds of sodomy were evil, no matter how amazing they felt.

It was obvious Miri and Todd were horny and had crushes on each other. They looked around the room impatiently, but rarely met each other’s gaze.

It was worse for me, since Estrella’s breasts had grown rapidly over the summer. They were the size of halved coconuts, but had barely been halved lemons the last time I’d seen her. She also had a beautiful smile, since she got her teeth fixed.

She kicked off her shoes and rested a nylon-clad foot atop mine, then slowly rubbed it up and down my ankle. The one time I dared to glance at her, she was smiling with a bright pink face.

Her dad droned on, “ ... and during rectal sodomy, the male member penetrates an anus, a dirty, dirty bottom hole. It’s bad when boys do that with a girl, but it’s less of a sin than taking her virginity, or worse yet, impregnating her, penetrating her vagina, pushing his manhood into her womanhood, moving it in and out, in and out, until their combined fluids make a baby. It feels so, so good, rutting like animals, as his rod penetrates her hot wet hole, driving into her, deeper and deeper, stroking in and out, again and again...” He wiped sweat from his forehead and briefly adjusted his crotch. He was obviously very horny, like the rest of us. “But unless you’re married, that’s a terrible sin, too.” I could hear the disappointment in his voice.

Estrella rested a hand on my thigh under the table, and I soon felt my ‘manhood’ swelling. I glanced and noticed Miri playing footsie with my best pal, Todd. She stared at his face and tried to hide a smile, but he studied the calendar on the wall intently.

 
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