A field trip to Honduras leaves Johnny and his classmates in a high state of sexual arousal. Once home, his neighbor Alicia agrees to alleviate his problem.
Part One
My name is Johnny Baxter. When I was 20 years old in 1980, the main part of a botany course I took in university was a two-week trip to Honduras to study the country’s rich tropical foliage. It sounds dull, but it was quite an adventure for everyone who made the long journey. For the two dozen students in Professor Donaldson’s class, it meant an exciting trip to an exotic locale where none of us had ever been before—and likely would never visit again. It meant living in a very basic setting in the middle of a jungle. The experiences shared by all of us would be things we would tell our grandchildren. It was truly a fabulous event that I’d fondly recall forever.
However, there was a strange side effect that affected every one of the dozen male students in our group. After about a week in Honduras, we all became extremely horny! Nobody was quite certain why this happened, but according to Professor Donaldson who supervised this outing every year, it always did. This was his seventeenth excursion to Honduras—and it affected him as well. It was somehow a combination of the food we were given along with the climate and the setting. Oddly, the females in our class were not at all affected this way—it was just the males. We were quietly warned about this in advance. (It was specially mentioned in the literature Professor Donaldson had given to us regarding the trip.) In private, the males all laughed at the idea of being uncontrollably horny—but it proved to be the case without exception for every student who had a penis. Once, when Professor Donaldson had no female students present, he stealthily declared, “I wish I knew what caused this strange effect on the males here. If I did, I’d market it as a cure for erectile dysfunction and become an overnight millionaire!”
Male sexual arousal was always so prevalent during the second week of the trip that we were separated by gender during the entire two weeks—just to be on the safe side. (I understood there had been “problems” on previous botany trips before this policy had been implemented.) Therefore, we males had no interaction whatsoever with any of our female classmates upon our arrival at the camp. We stayed with Professor Donaldson while the girls were put under the command of a local Honduran female botanist. Honestly, for the wellbeing of the girls, it was a good thing that we were separated by gender. There would have been major problems otherwise. A couple of my female classmates were quite homely lasses, but there is no doubt I would have pounced on either of them without a second thought. God help the attractive ones.
When the trip ended and we rode the bus to the airport in Tegucigalpa, all the males felt like loaded guns ready to be fired. “My girlfriend is going to get the fucking of her life,” my classmate Tommy Morgan quietly said to me during the flight home. Darryl Chesterton, who sat on the other side of me, said something similar: “I’ll be calling an escort service ten seconds after I get home to book a romp with a hooker.” I had no girlfriend at the moment, so Darryl’s idea was appealing to me, too, even though I had never paid for sex in my entire life.
When I did get home, the house was empty. I knew it would be. I had no siblings. The day before my return, my parents had departed on a two-week vacation of their own to visit my mother’s family who lived 2,000 miles away. In a way, an empty house with my parents absent was a perfect situation in which I could take care of my “Honduran problem” however I chose to do it. I hadn’t quite decided what to do yet. Fortunately, a ready solution resided just across the street from me.
My first chore that Saturday in May was to do my laundry, which I did. I also noticed that the lawns needed mowing. I figured that would also be a good way to work off some of my built-up sexual tension. I had just pulled the mower out of the garage when I noticed that Alicia Morelli was across the street just sitting on her porch doing nothing but watching the world go by.
The Morellis had been our neighbors on Sycamore Crescent for about a decade. It was an upscale suburban neighborhood with large houses with at least two cars in every driveway. Alicia was six years younger than I was—and always very friendly toward me. I think she developed a crush on me when she was just four years old (and I was ten) that she never outgrew. In fact, I suspect it had intensified over the years. She must have been looking in my direction, because when I noticed her, she waved enthusiastically at me without hesitation. We often spoke to each other. I figured it was a basic politeness, and nothing more. Whenever we’d have a friendly chat, Alicia would often end it with, “If there’s ever anything I can do for you, Johnny, all you have to do is ask!” I sometimes wondered how broadly she meant that phrase. By 1980, Alicia had developed into a rather fetching eighth-grade girl. I was still suffering the biological effects of two weeks in Honduras. I had the house entirely to myself. Yes, there was something that Alica Morelli could do for me! There was, indeed! Mowing the lawns suddenly was relegated to the bottom of my list of priorities.
Part Two
I motioned Alicia to cross the street so we could have a chat. This was unusual for. Normally it was she who did the instigating when it came to friendly visits. Alicia didn’t walk the short distance. Instead, she jogged across the pavement in her hurry to see me. That action made me smile.
Alicia was a black-haired girl of Italian descent. Standing about 5’4”, she had a slightly swarthy complexion, so I imagined her ancestry was partly northern African. Alicia wasn’t skinny, but she wasn’t fat, either. She was a cute, healthy girl who was quite feminine in every way. I could tell she was a clever girl, too, just by her diction and the topics of conversation she chose. I figured she’d make a good mother and wife someday for some fellow. I had honestly not thought of Alicia in any sexual manner until that afternoon. Of course, I had noticed that she was developing nicely when she was about 12 years old, but as someone who was old enough to vote, I wasn’t going to pursue any female her age, regardless of how amorous she might be toward me. She was 14 now, but I still operated on the premise that she was still too young for me.
“I see you’ve safely arrived home from your big school trip to Honduras, Johnny!” she said as she advanced within ten feet of me, stating the obvious. “How was it to be in such a far-off exotic place like that? I bet it was terrific.”
How Alicia knew I had been in Honduras is unknown to me. I was quite certain that I hadn’t mentioned my upcoming trip to Central America when I last spoke to her more than a month ago. (Perhaps one of my parents explained to Alicia why I was absent from my house.) For about half a minute I followed her lead. I told Alicia what a great experience the trip had been for me and all my peers. Then I got to the point of why I had summoned her. “Alicia, my dear,” I began, “this is going to sound very forward and possibly crude, but my two-week trip to Honduras has made me very horny…and I mean extremely horny! There is no polite way to say this, but if you have nothing to do for the next hour or so, I desperately want to fuck your brains out because my body is craving intercourse. Are you interested in coming into my house and having sex with me? I absolutely guarantee you’ll get a terrific screwing!”
I really had no idea what Alicia’s reaction to that wild revelation would be, but I did not have to wait very long for it. “Yeah, sure!” she blurted. “I’ve been wanting to have a sexual relationship with you since…forever.” I was greatly relieved by her affirmative answer! I thanked her for the compliment. We hugged and kissed for perhaps a minute—which was definitely a first for us. Then we hurriedly went inside my house. I couldn’t help but notice that my penis was as hard as a ramrod already. I could tell this was going to be a worthwhile get-together.
Part Three
I decided to have this sexual encounter in my parents’ temporarily vacant bedroom because their bed was twice the size as mine, so that was where I guided my youthful neighbor. Upon getting there, I had completely disrobed inside of a minute. My erection was patently obvious and I was more than eager to put it to use. Alicia seemed to be dawdling. I figured she had to be somewhat nervous being just a few feet from an older male with a stiff dick pointing at her, so I helped speed things up by unbuttoning her frilly yellow blouse. I discovered she was wearing a beige brassiere which was almost too small for her attractive physical assets. The fact that Alicia’s goodies were almost spilling out of the cups was a huge turn-on to me. I took the initiative of unbuttoning her bra, too, and sexily dropping in onto the carpeted floor. Her delectable tits were still jiggling when I placed my hands firmly on them and started to passionately squeeze them.
“Hey, you get right down to business, don’t you, Johnny?” Alicia accurately commented.
“Absolutely!” I replied. “That’s always the case when that business is fondling a beautiful girl’s breasts! Yours are wonderful!” Alicia smiled at the compliment I gave her.
I promptly began licking on Alicia’s nipples which got hard in a hurry. Alicia stepped out of her jeans and panties while I was merrily occupied with her mammary glands. She was about to remove her white knee socks, too, but I stopped her. “Leave them on, please, Alicia,” I requested. “I can’t explain it, but the idea of screwing a girl who’s wearing nothing but long white socks is somehow quite sexy to me.” I’m sure she thought that was a weird fetish, but Alicia merely shrugged her shoulders, said, “Okay,” in a pleasant tone, and complied. Her white socks stayed on. That was pretty much the last tidbit of conversation we had for the next 20 minutes or so. Our sexual encounter would be wordless.
Indeed, without another word being spoken, I gently lifted Alicia off her feet and onto the center of the huge bed. I noticed that her toes were especially cute, so I made a point of kissing her feet to start things off rather innocently before I engaged in some serious screwing. Alica smiled at me and placed a pillow under her head for comfort. I raised her legs so they were high up with her knees bent. That wonderful position provided me with unfettered access to her beautiful vagina. I began licking it as thoroughly as I had with her nipples. Unlike a lot of my buddies, I enjoyed cunnilingus. I could do that particular sex act for hours on end without complaint. Lisa uttered a few contented moans while I pleasured her with my tongue. I wished I had a longer one to provide both of us with a greater sexual thrill. After a while, I replaced my tongue with the middle finger of my right hand and slowly inserted it into Alicia’s pussy. Her eyes widened with sheer delight. Within seconds, I began ramming my finger in and out of her quickly. Her vagina became wet in a hurry. There was a noticeable spurt of liquid shortly thereafter. To my delight, I had brought Alicia to an orgasm using my finger alone. This girl was special!
My penis was now noticeably throbbing. Next on my agenda was to care of its needs. I promptly mounted Alicia and shoved my manhood into her crevice rather roughly. I thrusted wildly before slowing my speed and giving her long, deliberate penetrations. I noticed Alicia was groaning to the rhythm of my screwing, which was an indirect compliment, I suppose. After about five minutes of intense fucking, I knew an ejaculation was imminent. Based on my built-up sexual tension from my Honduras trip, I knew my cum shot would definitely be something extraordinary. It was.
Despite being in the throes of passion, I retained enough common sense to pull out of Alicia’s vagina before launching my enormous blast of semen. I had no intention of experiencing fatherhood at this point in my young life. Therefore, I set my penis on her lovely pussy rather than in it…and let loose. Five separate ropes of warm, sticky sperm were finally fired from my overstimulated dick. The third shot was especially huge. My donation of jism covered Alicia from the underside of her chin down to her cute little navel. I can state assuredly that I had never experienced such a powerful, long, and prodigious orgasm in my life. Frankly, I was quite proud of myself.
“Holy smokes!” Alicia declared, speaking for the first time since our discussion about the merits of white socks. “That definitely the biggest cum shot I’ve ever seen!”
That statement took me by surprise. For some reason, I figured this was Alicia’s first sexual experience. Obviously, it wasn’t if she could make such a comparison.
“Oh, you’ve had sex before, Alicia? I wouldn’t have guessed that,” I said quite candidly.
“Twice before,” she informed me without hesitation. “Both times it was with boys in my class. Hey, I was sexually curious. So were they. Unfortunately for me, both of them ejaculated inside of a minute. That meant I didn’t get much pleasure from either occasion. But this time…” Alicia didn’t finish her thought. She was too busy smiling to complete her sentence. She really didn’t have to say what she was thinking. I took that as a great unspoken compliment. I immediately embraced her, which meant I was now as covered by my own cum shot as my sexy bedmate was. I didn’t mind. We passionately kissed for several minutes with a load of sticky goo between us.
I was satisfied with that one, huge ejaculation, but Alicia—bless her heart—was not. She wanted another fuck from me before she went home. “Let me try to make you hard again, Johnny.” I imagined what she had in mind for me: oral sex. I had no objection to that!
We changed positions on the bed. I quickly realized there was ample evidence of my uncontrollable ejaculation in several places on the sheets. (I knew that washing the bedding would be a chore I’d absolutely have to do before my parents returned from their vacation.) While I leisurely lounged on a pillow, Alicia put my flaccid penis in her mouth and began to suck on it. It responded favorably, of course. It was truly wonderful to be a young male with such terrific recuperative powers!
When my dick was suitably hard again, Alicia mounted me and rode me penis cowgirl-style. It was wonderful. I amuse myself by playing with her breasts as she did it. The sight of my rod deeply impaled in this sexpot was enough to put me over the top again. I warned Alicia that I was about to come, so she dismounted me and jerked me off. She made a point of aiming my dick at her face. The subsequent cum shot I unleashed was a mere fraction of the first one, but it did decorate most of her face—which seemed to be Alicia’s goal. Ropes of semen were hanging from the tip of her nose and her earlobes. Great gobs were resting on her cheeks. She was quite a mess—but it was undeniably a sexy mess!
“You’re a naughty girl, Alicia!” I stated as I gazed upon her face. “I had you figured to be the shy, virginal type. Boy, was I badly mistaken about that!”
“Yes, I am definitely a naughty girl, Johnny,” she said before playfully kissing my forehead. “I want to be naughty with you again tomorrow…and the next day…and the day after that, too!”
“That sounds fantastic!” I replied. “I hope I can meet your expectations, honey. I think I’ve gotten the Honduras effects out of my system now. What a shame that is!”
Alicia paused for a moment and said with a cheeky grin, “Once we’re married, Johnny, we’ll have to travel there on our honeymoon. I suspect it would be well worth the trip!”
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