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Tristan and Iodine
By Amy L Parkinson
Friday, October 28, 2011

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An account of 2 friends sexual adventures.

The dark back streets are washed over by eerie silence with only the occasional dim street light to offer up little comfort. The shadows of warehouses loom over Tristan and Iodine from behind; an empty lot carpeted with dead grass, a rusty metal train track running through it can be seen to the left.
“Tristan!” calls Iodine trying to keep her voice down. As Tristan turns to face her Iodine ushers towards a mesh fence; behind it what appears to be a junk yard.
“This looks disserted enough,” remarks Tristan in approval. Together they climb over the fence and soon find themselves lost in a maze of brick-a-brack and broken old junk.
“Look at this,” calls Tristan entering into an old, run-down carriage. Inside it books, jewellery, cups, utensils, etc, are scattered, all covered in dust and dirt. A worn green couch sits in the left hand corner; a tear in one of its cushions.
“Perfect!” remarks Iodine enthusiastically, placing her rucksack on the couch and rummaging through it to find a light and a couple of fags and a pipe.
Being only young and having just entered into the world of substance use and sex, Tristan and Iodine soon find themselves experiencing sensations they have never felt before - their senses fuelled and ignited. It’s like being touched for the first time when they lay their hands on each other; coming in contact with each other’s flesh. They feel as though they are one, experiencing the same feelings, in the one fantasy/the one dream. They sit on that couch for over an hour simply making out, touching and playing; their tongues down each other’s throats.
Each time Tristan touches Iodine’s cunt his fingers are showered in her warm, sweet dew; his penis firm tingling with sensation; hungry; ravaging to get in her. His hormones and desire sending him crazy as he furiously thrusts his fist into her, feeling how padded and slippery she is – she is so wet. He wants so badly to take her and fuck her senseless. But just as he begins to slide on top of her they are interrupted by a low, muffled growl coming from outside. It’s a large dog – presumably a guard dog that has failed to do its work.
“Watch this,” giggles Iodine mischievously. She stumbles out of the carriage naked, a white radiating silhouette in the night; her legs glossy and wet. She walks up to the dog, not at all thinking about how it will react, and she shoves her cunt in its face.
Tristan begins to laugh, as to his surprise the dog sticks it nose in Iodine’s wet cunt and begins to lick the girl out. Iodine then leads the dog into the carriage, enticing it with her sweet cum scent. She drops to the floor on her hands and knees in a clearing amongst the junk and begins to masturbate on all fours. Tristan watches on eagerly from his place on the couch, jerking off to her sexy bony ass as he does so.
“Move the dog closer to my behind,” instructs Iodine. Tristan does so. “Now lift up his two front paws and place them on my back.” As Tristan does this Iodine firmly grabs the dog’s dick in her hand. Instantly it hardens. She pulls it closer to her wet cunt and pushes it in. From there the dog does the rest and begins to hump her petite figure. Rubbing her clit vigorously Iodine moans, excited by the idea of being fucked by a dirty animal and having its semen left behind deep inside her; making her hot and sticky between the thighs.
This was not the first time Iodine had tried something of such a nature. She had tried the same act once before, as she later went on to explain to Tristan:
“I had only just discovered myself and the pleasures of the body. It was all so new to me and oh so exciting. I remember feeling so horny all the time. I wanted to experience what it would be like to have something that was alive up me, rather than a materialistic object, such as a can of body spray or a banana, which only moved as I moved it. I was hungry to feel the movements of something that could also feel. What would it feel once inside of me and how would this effect how it fucked me – would it thrust hard and violent or vice versa.
One night I was masturbating in bed. My large black and white mutt lay at my feet soundly asleep.
‘Jet,’ I called over to him softly. He got up and stretched his legs, then sheepishly staggered over to me still half asleep. Lying on my back I pushed him over me and elevated my thighs; grinding my private parts against his genitals. He took no interest at first, so grabbing him from behind I forced him into me. It felt so good, the feeling of pre-cum oozing into me.
‘Honey, are you awake?’ My step-dad opened my bedroom door before I could even respond and caught me in the act. He stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he saw me nude with Jet, my ‘dog’, inside of me.”
“Then what?” asks Tristan curiously, eager to hear more.
“Startled, I pushed Jet off me.
‘Please don’t stop,’ I was shocked to hear Markus, my step-father, say. Jet was back on top of me before I even had a chance to protest.
Markus pulled up a chair and watched as I turned over onto all fours; Jet’s saliva dripping onto my back as he panted vigorously over me. His hairy cock moved in and out at more of a rapid pace now. I became increasingly ever hornier, as I felt him move around inside of me. The pleasure took control of me erasing all concern I had of Markus being in the room – soon it were as though he were never there and my motions once again flowed freely, un-prohibited by moral rights.
A surge of the utter-most pleasure shot through my body and I was overcome with the sudden, unanticipated urge to pee. Curious of the nature of the orgasm to be had if I were to not hold back, but rather let my body and my sensations run free, I let go. With that a shower of golden piss sprayed down onto the sheets creating a puddle below. The stench was strong, mixing with the odours of sweat and pre-cum.
I saw Markus shift uncomfortable in his seat, clearly affected by the dirty sex smell wafting through the air and up his nostrils. He must have thought I was an absolute disgrace – complete filth! But I didn’t care. I was close to coming now and on the verge of screaming from the sheer pleasure. Ass pressed high in the air, I rocked myself back and forth, violently slamming myself hard into Jet.
Markus must have sensed I was drawing nearer to climax, for he came over and knelt on the bed in front of me shoving his erect penis in my face. I was so horny that I instantly engulfed it in my mouth without him having to order me to do so. It barely fit, but I sucked it as if there were no tomorrow -‘hard back and forth, back and forth’. His hairy overly-sized nuts tickled my chin as I deep throated his cock. Not stopping once to gag freely I swallowed whatever came up along with the thick cream residue that proceeded to seep out of the head of his large, thick penis. Fuck, I was in heaven!
Jet began to whimper softly – it was his moan of pleasure. I felt my cunt fill with a warm liquid that overflowed and leaked out of me, trickling down my leg. I rubbed my cunt with my hand, covering it in Jet’s sticky cum. Removing Markus’ penis from my mouth I then proceeded to cover his penis in the dog’s cum and then went back to sucking it as before. The taste was salty and bitter. I felt so dirty, but I loved it.
Overwhelmed by satisfaction, now feeling full with cum, I could no longer hold off my orgasm. I squirmed and rubbed my clitoris frantically. I collapsed onto the bed and rolled around in the piss, cum and sweat that covered the stained white sheets. Arching my back in the midst of my orgasm, I moaned a high pitched moan and begged Markus to come in my mouth.
He pulled at his cock rapidly. Within seconds a fountain of thick, white cum showered my face; gobs fell into my mouth and onto my tongue for me to taste. My body tightened and the orgasm took over me. I was left exhausted in a heap on the bed, covered in filth. And that was my first real sexual experience.”
After some time spent in the carriage fucking – Tristan, Iodine and the dog – they decide it is time to head off.
“Let’s take the dog with us,” suggests Iodine.
“We’ll have to give it a name then.”
“…How about Juke?”
“’Juke the junk yard dog,’ I like it. Juke it is then!”
With that they set off back into the night contemplating their next sexual adventure

*2ND DRAFT of half the story (haven't finished yet) - let me know if you think it's any better than the first. Cheers!*

Empty, isolated back streets run through large tin warehouses, some lit, yet showing no sign of life. Turning each bend the two youngsters are full of uncertainty, aware of the dangers of being in such a secluded, dark area late at night when breathing things slept, with only the occasional bark of a dog left out in the cold for the night, or a screeching of a bird who seems to have forgot the time. As they wonder through the industrial zone looking up, down and around old, run down buildings, snooping to find a way in, whether it be through a hole in the broken glass window, an uplifted piece of tin on the shed's wall, or merely a door that a careless soul forgot to lock, they feet a sense of adventure and freedom. The full moon above fills the sky with a radiating glow, lighting up the earth beneath it and guiding the way for midnight wonderers, like Tristan and Iodine.

"Tristan!" calls Iodine in the loudest whisper she can summon, as dead silent streets through which all sounds echo, threaten to reveal their whereabouts to possible guards that patrol the private property on which they tresspass. As Tristan turns to face her, Iodine ushers towards a tall mesh fence; behind it what appears to be a junkyard.

"This looks disserted enough," remarks Tristan in approval. Together they climb over the fence, jumping from the top to the sandy, dirt floor on the other side and landing with a thud, as the eroded souls of their sneakers hit the ground bellow. Weaving through the piles of splintered, rotting wood, crushed cars with doors half falling off, windows smashed and tires torn, they are under the impression that they may become lost in a maze of brick-a-brack and broken old junk.

"Look at this," calls Tristan enquistively entering an ancient, run-down train carriage. Inside it bent books with pages dyed from old age, pieces of jewellery missing their other half, scratched and rusty untensils, etc, etc, are scattered, all covered in dust and dirt. A worn, two seater, forest green couch sits in the near left hand corner; a tear in one of its cushions has foam hanging out, like puss oozing from a freshly formed wound.

"Perfect!" remarks Iodine enthusiastically, placing her rucksack on the couch and rummaging through it to find a light and a couple of fags and a pipe. If aware of the going ons, of their children's disgraceful and vile actions and habits, the two younsters' parents would have a hissy fit and all hell would brake loose, as storms would be forecast to inhabit the family homes, swelling with thunder clouds of fury. At all this chaos the two children would laugh, provoking their parents further, making a game of it, as they do with most all situations - the cheeky little buggers that they are.

Being only young and having just entered into the world of substance and sex, Tristan and Iodine soon find themselves experiencing sensations they have never felt before - their senses are ignited. Brown, red, green, blue, they see clearer now, as before them colours appear to illuminate and shapes begin to sharpen and crisp. Hidden to society, revealed is the world as it truly is: beautiful, enriched, full of colour and life - as they've never seen it before. Triston and Iodine's eyes have been opened. A dance of carress fired by emotion and fuelled by hightened senses, begins to play out as they lay their hands on each other coming in cotact with each other's flesh, truly touching for the first time. As they do this they send signals, waves of vibrations, throughout one another's body. These vibrations go off, exploding like fireworks in a build up around their sexes. United in this surreal, dream-like experience, they become one. Their tongues go down each other's throat, as they continue to sensually touch and play with the other's physical.

A shower of warm, sweet dew seeps over Tristan's fingers, as he works his way around Iodine's cunt; his penis firm, tingling with sensations, hungry, ravaging to get in her.

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