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 ï>¿My Girl Next Door by RickSands CopyrightÂ(C) 2021 by RickSands

   Chapter 1

   It was definitely because of the apricots, so maybe they -(TM)re the
real forbidden fruit,  -~cause of the fall of Adam and Eve.  Jennie might
have regrets but not me, not a one, not for all the lush garden of Eden I
got to roam through between Jennie -(TM)s legs.  And it was all because I
loved the apricots in Jennie -(TM)s back yard.

   We -(TM)re not talking metaphor here.  I really mean that Jennie -(TM)s
family had a great apricot tree, with large luscious fruit that beckoned
even as her family seemed to ignore the tree and let the fruit drop and rot
on the ground.

   So, maybe it does make for a good metaphor, Jennie herself a ripening
fruit, locked away in her bedroom, her life wasting away as she sat alone
at home with her mom and brother.  What a waste.  I would have missed out
on plucking and tasting that choice little fruit-laden bush if I hadn
-(TM)t been spurred on by the scent of that apricot tree.

   I had just gotten off work, summer break from school just starting and
me trying to make a little part-time money to spend.  I could see the large
fruit just across the fence that divided our back yards, and with one whiff
of that unmistakable aroma of ripe apricots I pulled an empty bucket over
to stand on and jumped the low wooden fence.

   I knew nobody was around, the neighbor -(TM)s driveway empty of the one
car that usually sat out front, so I took my time in washing off a handful
of fruit with a water hose and slowly ate and savored my stolen goods.  I
had put another couple in my shirt pocket and was walking down the side of
the house for a less suspicious if not more discreet exit when I heard the
sounds.  You know, those kinds of sounds, of someone having a good time
behind closed doors.  Only this time a side window was partially open and I
was able to slowly approach and peer through the open curtains into what
turned out to be Jennie -(TM)s bedroom.

   There were no words, just sounds, of moans, a dozen different kinds of
grunts and moans, Jennie with only a loose tee on as she pushed a dildo
through her legs.  Well, not so much a dildo as what turned out to be an
eggplant, a hand-sized but thin dick-shaped purple vegetable that had more
right than a banana or zucchini to be given an x-rating at the supermarket.
No, not the fat round things you get at Safeway.  This was what they call a
Japanese eggplant, long and thin like a cucumber, and Jennie obviously had
a very intimate knowledge of what it was good for.

   She wasn -(TM)t so much shoving it up through her legs as moving it
slowly through her slit, Jennie playing with the fake-cock as though a real
boy were attached.  Up and back through her slit, then a sudden push of the
first couple of inches into her hole for a few fast thrusts, before pulling
out and playing it through her slit some more.  With one hand playing with
the organic dildo, her other hand was busy down below as well, fingers deep
in the bush and obviously playing with her clit.  Her ongoing series of
grunts and moans let me if not the rest of the world know that she was
doing a great job of making herself happy, gluing me to the spot and
causing my own very real cock to spring to life.

   I should have left, or at best just jerked-off there on the side of the
house and left my calling card for the family dog to lick up.  But I was
your average 17 year old lust-fueled kid, in sore need of something other
than a porn flick and my left hand to take care of my needs, and just then
Jennie looked to be a god-sent treasure trove, meant to ease and soothe my
sexual needs.  So, yes, I should have left, but instead I turned around and
took fate into my own hands.

   The back door to the garage was unlocked, as was the entry to the
kitchen, and as I slowly and silently slipped down the hall, I followed the
unmistakable sounds of Jennie -(TM)s sexual need to the middle bedroom.  I
had to pause and take a couple of breaths, making myself relax and allowing
my own raging length of manhood to harden and prepare itself for what I
hoped to be a very memorable afternoon.  I loosened my shirt, unbuttoned my
jeans, and with a fake air of cool ease walked in on Jennie -(TM)s private
one-girl party.

   The first moment was filled with silence, of shock, Jennie catching
sight of me walking through the door just as she had pushed a good portion
of the eggplant into her shimmering wet twat, her knees folded out wide and
pointed right at me.  It seemed that she couldn -(TM)t believe what she was
seeing, a young man walking in on her as she played with herself in a way
nobody else was supposed to see.  The shock of my presence quickly passed
and she reacted with both embarrassment and anger.

    -œWhat?  Taylor, get out.  Get the fuck out.  Why are you here?  You
-(TM)re not supposed to be here.  You -(TM)re not supposed to be here. -

   She really did say that twice, unbelieving at how I was exactly where I
wasn -(TM)t supposed to be.  As she screamed out at me, Jennie was also
trying to cover up, tossing her well-loved vegetable to the side and then
pulling a pillow over her very furry bush.  I hadn -(TM)t gotten a word out
before Jennie noticed that one side of her loose tee had dropped down,
allowing one of her breasts to peek out over the edge and provide me with
an unimpeded view of her other female attributes.  With one hand holding
the pillow in place and the other cum-laced hand pulling up a corner of her
bedding to hold before her chest, she again said  -œget out - but then sat
there, waiting to see what I would do.

   She was shaking, stammering, maybe from the shock of being caught by the
neighbor boy while doing something dirty to herself, or perhaps from anger,
from the resentment of being denied privacy for what everybody knows
everybody does.  But maybe mostly from fear, from being confronted by the
guy next door, her entire sexual self now known by me, confronted and alone
with a young man who had better ways of relieving her sexual needs than
through a raid on the vegetable garden.

   After her first angry broadside against me, as our eyes met and I
considered what I could say to Jennie, she swallowed and in more pleading
fear than righteous anger she said,  -œWhy are you here Taylor?  You should
leave.  Please get out. -

   Jennie was breathing deep and fast, almost hyperventilating as she
begged me to leave, and I had been in the room for hardly half a minute.  I
was full of doubt myself, unsure of what I could say or do, but I did know
what I wanted and I just went with that.  I kneeled in front of where she
was sitting on her bed, put a hand on her naked leg and did my best to
sound like a confident and mature young man.   -œC -(TM)mon Jennie.  No way
I can leave.  I wanted to ask you out before this, but instead I find you
in your room doing exactly what I want to do.  Let -(TM)s help one another.
-

   It sounded kind of stupid, but at least I got the words out without
tripping over myself.  I was afraid Jennie was going to spit at me, or
laugh, but she just leaned back and away from me, unsure of whether to take
me seriously or scream for the police.  To be truthful, she actually tried
to back up, but I had my hands pushing down on her legs, knees open and
only a pillow separating me from what every young man needs on a daily
basis.

   We did know each other, had even spent some time in one another -(TM)s
houses for a couple of shared neighbor-related things, but otherwise we
lived separate lives.  I was entering my last year of high school, the kind
of handsome but barely known guy next door.  She was three years younger,
just starting high school, so she was probably trying to decide if I was
her one true love or just the neighborhood pervert.  She leaned back a
little further, putting one foot up on the bed to prepare herself to push
away from me, asking again in a tremoring voice if I would just go away.

   I might have, might have questioned my place and motives and done the
right thing, but as Jennie brought up her leg, foot on the bed, light shone
in on the radiant auburn patch of fur that lined her lower lips.  My eyes
immediately looked, deep between her legs, catching the shimmer of her
recent sexual excesses which in turn caused my cock to jump and ache and
remind me of my own needs.

   Instead of standing and turning my back on the lush pussy that lay open
before me, I pushed forward, pushing my hand further up her leg, my thumb
easily pushing into her very wet bush, rubbing up and down in a quick set
of motions as I said,  -œCome on Jennie.  You and I have known each other
too long for me to just leave.  It -(TM)s time we got to really know each
other.  I -(TM)ve seen how much you need a man, or at least a real cock. 
Aren -(TM)t I at least a little better than that eggplant? -

   Jennie finally found some strength to push back, pushing a hand away and
locking her knees together while saying  -œNo, Taylor.  Get lost. - She
sounded strong, but she didn -(TM)t do anything else, just sitting there,
in shock and shivering while waiting for me to make the move.

   I wasn -(TM)t listening and just used a little more strength, reaching
out and pushing down on her upper thigh, my thumb just pushing into the
thick forest between her legs.  She started breathing as though she were
going to pass out, and tried pushing back with her hands and foot, letting
the pillow and covers fall to the side and leaving her almost naked body
open to my eyes.  That really put me into overdrive.  As she tried to push
back, I reached forward with my other hand, grabbing both of her thighs and
using all my strength to drag her back in my direction.  Her bare ass wound
up hanging over the edge of the bed, her thighs on either side of my
shoulders, her open pussy split and leaking there before my eyes where I
kneeled by the bed.

   I should mention that I had some experience with sex, but only in
passing.  I had never had the pleasure of a full-time girlfriend.  Sure, I
knew the joys of fucking a girl, of pushing my cock into a girl -(TM)s hot
wet cunt and humping away until I let loose inside of her.  Fucking I could
do, but everything I knew had come from porn sites and magazines and guy
talk.  For the most part I was still clueless about sex and relations with
a girl, which might be why I had never had a long term relationship with a
girl before.  So when I had Jennie -(TM)s open pussy there before my face I
was faced with a great unknown, finally looking deep into my greatest
desire yet mostly unsure of what to do next.

   I had fucked pussy but never really seen it, you know, so up close and
personal, and it was pretty messed up.  Jennie -(TM)s open legs and thick
fleshy twat was just inches away from my face and it looked pretty hairy
and ugly, and yet more than anything I wanted to kiss and suck and fuck and
dive right into it.  So I did what all guys do and followed instinct (and
articles I had read over and over again) and pushed my face in and dipped
my tongue into the delicious liquids pouring out from her.

   I knew what I was supposed to do, to tongue her hole and suck on her
clit, so I did my best, hoping that I didn -(TM)t make a complete fool of
myself.  Jennie initially resisted, pushing back on the bed, pushing on my
head, trying to turn away, saying little more than  -œNo, no. - But a
minute into my first ever attempt at cunnilingus, she gave up her struggles
and leaned back, closing her eyes, and finally put one hand up onto my head
as my tongue and lips continued to rove through her very wet slit.

   I had finally found what seemed to be her button, the hard knob just up
at the top of her slit, and I was following the many instructions I had
read and been told of, sucking and tonguing while pushing my thumb up into
Jennie -(TM)s hole.  I wasn -(TM)t getting much out of the action, my cock
hard and throbbing and leaking and left in the dark, but I have to admit my
love for Jennie -(TM)s juices, loving her scent and happily swallowing down
the liquids that flowed into my mouth.  I don -(TM)t know how many minutes
I was there.  I could have stayed with my tongue up her twat for another
hour easy, but there was another part of me that needed attention and I
couldn -(TM)t ignore it any longer.

   I released Jennie -(TM)s legs and brought my hands down to push down my
pants, then standing, kneeling into the edge of the bed and pushing my
leaking cock though her thighs.  Not right into her hole but straight up
through her wet slit.  I pulled her legs up and tight against my chest and
told her what to do, hoping I sounded as though I had done this a hundred
times before.   -œThere -(TM)s my cock Jennie.  Use your hands and help get
me off.  Or would you rather suck me off.  Have you ever sucked on a cock
before? -

   Jennie knew just what to do, or at least pretended to.  Looking down her
chest with wide open mouth and eyes, she reached out and took hold of my
leaking cock as it pushed through her slit and up towards her belly.  She
grabbed my cock with both hands and tried to masturbate me, probably trying
to get me off and quickly out of her bedroom, but I was kind of dry and she
wasn -(TM)t doing anything to help that.

    -œWait, just wait a minute - and stopped her in mid stroke.  I then
made her gasp as I pulled back, wetting my cock inside her slit, then
pulling one of her hands back to grasp my cock.

   That was much better.  After every dozen strokes with her hands I pulled
my cock back and wet my length within her slit, the fat head of my cock
gathering up her secretions, then pushing forward to let Jennie rub me some
more.  It was fun, a real turn on, this cute little niblet laying naked
before me, my hands on her ass and holding her legs up while she was
jacking me off.

   After a minute of this I reached out and pushed up her shirt so that I
could play with her tits.  And they were nice tits too, nicely formed for
such a small girl, each a handful, with hard nipples and perfectly round
areolas the same light reddish-brown color as her hair.  She was a
beautiful little girl and she was probably hoping that would be it,
escaping with only an aching hand and an embarrassing memory of me showing
up in her bedroom and ejaculating on her stomach.  But no way I could let
it stop there.

   That -(TM)s when I went all the way.  Without any notice or fanfare, I
pushed my knees onto the edge of her bed, pulled her ass up a little higher
and tighter to my groin, then slid my cock back through her slit.  I played
my cock through her steaming wet forested valley a few times, and with the
help of one hand pushed the head of my cock down, deeper into Jennie -(TM)s
pussy, and then inside of her.  It was a shock for both of us.

   She had thought she -(TM)d be able to get off by just giving me a hand
job, but then my cock popped into her opening.  When I say  -œpopped - I
mean it.  The leading head of my cock was kind of fat and even with
everything I was leaking out and all the slick juices dripping down Jennie
-(TM)s ass, her hole put up some good resistance until I forced the issue
and leaned into her.

   Part of the problem was that she had no intention of just letting me
push my cock inside of her.  Just when I had pulled back and began to press
in, she kicked out at me, tried turning away and saying something like 
-œNo way Taylor.  NO. - But I was a lot bigger than she was, and with my
arms around her legs and a hand under her ass, I was able to use her
struggles and bouncing on the bed to help me in my efforts.  When she
bounced down and up, I just kept pushing in, eye of my cock on the
proverbial prize, and all resistance gave way.

   When my cock popped into Jennie -(TM)s tight little hole I let out a
groan.  My god but the feel of a cunt wrapping itself around my cock felt
good.  There -(TM)s nothing better.  But Jennie immediately convulsed,
pulling back with a loud  -œOh, oh my god, - again trying to roll away and
escape from the few inches I had just pushed into her.  No chance.  As soon
as I had pushed into Jennie -(TM)s hot wet piece of heaven, I knew paradise
and refused to leave without attaining all that it promised.  She was so
tight, so warm and wonderful as her pussy flesh wrapped itself around me,
the needs of my cock and balls completely took over all of my senses and I
set to with only one purpose in life.

   Jennie pulled back with a sharp grunt, trying to push herself back on
the bed with her hands, her face suddenly bathed in sweat and her breaths
coming only in gasps.  My cock was almost pulled out of her hole but I had
a tight hold on her hips and ass.  I resisted and pulled in on her thighs,
pushing in with my hips and plunging my cock a little deeper into her.  For
a moment we wound up bouncing on the edge of the bed, my cock pushing in
deeper, then her fighting me and trying to get away.  My cock was almost
pulled out with one bounce, then me pushing in again as the bounce came my
way, over and over, Jennie unintentionally participating in a wonderful
fuck she had thought to escape from.

   After a minute of this my cock wound up deep inside of her, my balls
even slapping against her ass, even hitting where my hands were holding her
up and pulling out her ass cheeks.  Jennie finally stopped fighting and
just lay back, shivering, eyes closed, head turned to the side and taking
in fast shallow breaths.  That was when I pushed my pants further down,
slowly took off my shirt, and began a slow even fuck of the hot little girl
next door.  I continued to use the bouncing of the bed as a tool, pushing
Jennie down and pulling her up, my cock disappearing into her open legs,
her body mine, the joys of a young girl and her riches laid out before me
as I had never known them.

   Thing is I was really in need, my balls full and in pain, and though I
never wanted the moment to end, I realized I was about to explode inside of
her in only another minute.  That -(TM)s when I slowly collapsed down on
Jennie, pushing her legs out, my chest covering her tits, my mouth sucking
in and kissing hers.  I wanted to kiss her again, and longer, to taste
another part of her, but my cock was screaming out it -(TM)s need and I was
in no position to argue.  I pushed up, repeatedly thrust my hips down into
Jennie -(TM)s thighs, our legs hanging down off the edge of the bed, our
bodies merging together as I continued to grind into her.

   That -(TM)s when I began seriously fucking her, bouncing into Jennie
-(TM)s open legs, the bed bouncing down and up with my frantic motions. 
Jennie finally tried to bring her knees in, even tried to push me over to
the side, maybe to make me stop and roll me off of her.  I just went with
the motion, and as she brought her leg and knee up, I reached down with one
arm and hooked her knee, pulling it forward to her shoulder and making it
much easier for my hips and cock to plunge into her open legs for another
minute of uninterrupted fucking.  With one hand down under her ass, my chin
locked above her head, the bouncing bed squeaking in time with our shared
moans of sexual need, I never wanted it to stop.  For me it was heaven and
my cock was exactly where it was meant to be.

   I was able to keep that up for another minute, a long minute, my entire
being lost in the back and forth movement, the joy of the fuck and the feel
of her tight pussy as it sucked on my cock.  Then it happened, a
realization that the horizon had been reached, that there was no turning
back.  I just pulled Jennie -(TM)s ass in a little tighter, pushed in even
harder with my hips, and began a series of hard short movements as my balls
emptied themselves as deeply into Jennie as my cock could push itself.  My
balls were so full and so tense that it was actually painful for me to
empty them into Jennie.  Like, every pulse that squeezed out another dose
of jism inside of her made me wince in pain, but it also felt so good that
I just slammed my balls even harder into her ass.  I never stopped fucking
her, for the next couple of minutes just pulling back and pounding my cock
into her, then finally grinding my hips into Jennie -(TM)s open legs, her
one knee pushed down to her shoulder, my balls pushed tight into her bush.

   It was wonderful.  I was overwhelmed with the feeling of my cock being
massaged and loved inside of her hot wet tunnel as I flooded Jennie -(TM)s
pussy with the only thing that really mattered to a man.  After a minute of
joy, I felt depleted, whole in my emptiness, as though everything I was
ever meant to do had finally been attained, and I relaxed fully, at peace
and content.

   That moment of peace, of completion and ownership of the hot little cunt
I was still attached to, lasted for possibly a minute.  Then Jennie began
to push up, bringing her leg up and pushing with her hands in an attempt to
dislodge my place on top of her.  I was happy with my hips tight inside her
thighs and I was really unwilling to remove my physical claim to the depths
of her cum-filled pussy.  I would have been content to stay there for
another hour, but Jennie pushed harder, finally saying,  -œGet off Taylor.
You -(TM)re crushing me, and it hurts, you know? -

   Her final words got my attention.  To me it was the world -(TM)s best
fuck with the most wonderful outcome.  I hadn -(TM)t thought that I was
hurting her, so I reluctantly moved my hips back, my half-hard cock hardly
able to pull out of the tight grip Jennie -(TM)s cunt had on it, releasing
her leg and freeing her pussy from my presence.  Then I rolled to the side,
off of Jennie -(TM)s body but unwilling to fully separate myself from her.
I pulled her up, bringing her face to face with me on the bed and I kissed
her, but didn -(TM)t get a real kiss in return.  That -(TM)s when I lowered
one hand to pull her in on her ass and looked into her eyes and asked if I
had really hurt her.   -œI didn -(TM)t mean to hurt you Jennie.  You seemed
to love fucking that eggplant of yours.  Are you okay? -

   Jennie pushed away, and this time with enough force to really roll over
and face the window, turning away from me.  I could hear the scowl and
sense the anger in her voice as she said,  -œYou weren -(TM)t supposed to
see that.  It -(TM)s none of your business, you asshole.  I don -(TM)t go
walking in on you in your bedroom.  People don -(TM)t do that. - Then she
turned her head toward me and continued.   -œAnd I wasn -(TM)t fucking
myself with the eggplant.  You -(TM)re just making that up, and it -(TM)s
none of your business anyway, so just go away. -

   She turned away from me again, pulling her knees up, folding her arms
over her bare chest, probably hoping I -(TM)d just get up and disappear,
but I really did feel bad about hurting her.  Besides, her naked ass was
turned in my direction, and something inside me felt the need to push into
Jennie and enjoy her nakedness just a little bit longer.

    -œListen, Jennie, I -(TM)m really sorry.  Really.  It was really an
accident that I saw you through your window.  It really looked like you
were going all the way with that thing, and I just couldn -(TM)t resist. -
Here I wrapped one arm over her side, pushing my crotch into her ass and
bringing her body back into mine.

   I kissed the side of her head, took a whiff of her hair, felt the wonder
of a naked girl -(TM)s body next to mine, and had difficulty in focusing on
what more I could say to her.   -œI -(TM)ve known you all these years, but
our families have never been close, and I never thought I could ask you out
on a date.  But I -(TM)m going to be a senior and you -(TM)re starting the
same school next year, so maybe we can, right?  I -(TM)m really sorry about
hurting you.  I -(TM)ll do anything to make it up to you. -

   Jennie -(TM)s breathing had slowed, and as I talked I could feel her
body loosen a little.  She kept her back to me, arms tightly folded over
her very nice tits, which was a real shame, but after another moment of
silence and still speaking to the wall she said,  -œYou -(TM)re still an
asshole.  You sorry?  Hah.  You got what you wanted, right? -

   I held my tongue, just enjoying the feel of my hardening cock fill her
very firm ass cheeks, but a few seconds on she continued.   -œI guess you
didn -(TM)t really hurt me.  I mean, you just pushed all the way up inside
me, and I never did like that.  I guess it was really more uncomfortable,
like too much, too deep and too fast. -

   Her words sure made me happy.  Too much and too fast, which is a hell of
a lot better sounding to a man than hearing that he -(TM)s too little and
too slow.  I couldn -(TM)t say that, but I said something almost as bad.  
-œSo, I just went too deep on you?  Maybe I didn -(TM)t really see you
full-on fucking that eggplant, but I -(TM)ll bet you -(TM)re no virgin.  Do
you only play with your vegetables, or do you have a boyfriend who -(TM)s a
lot smaller than me? -

   Jennie turned her head toward me and cut me off, saying  -œShut up
Taylor.  Jeez.  You -(TM)re such an asshole.  None of your business so stop
asking. - Her words sounded angry, but I could see a bit of a smile in her
face, as though she was actually enjoying herself, having an argument with
a naked man on her bed.  Here she was, talking about all the things she
could otherwise never put into words, and in some way taking control of a
situation that would cause her mother to scream holy hell.

   The conversation could have gone on, or maybe Jennie would have rolled
off the bed and told me to get out, but just as I was biting on her ear and
dipping my hand down to feel between her legs, the front door opened.  Not
the bedroom door, which I had thankfully closed as I walked in on Jennie
playing with herself, but the front door to the house.  Obviously someone
had just gotten home and in doing so had cut off my only escape.  Jennie
shot up, sitting up and going into panic mode as footsteps could be heard
crossing the front room and a woman -(TM)s voice yelling out,  -œJennie? 
Jennie, come on out.  Guess what happened to your brother. -

   Jennie quickly rolled off the bed, throwing on a dress she had grabbed
off the floor while whispering out  -œShit, shit, shit. - Then she turned
to me and in a low but stress-filled whisper said,  -œGet out Taylor. 
Hide, just hide.  Shit. - As she tied the dress at the waist, I wasted no
time in pulling my own clothing off the floor, remembering my shoes, then
magically disappearing from view by stretching out on the floor just under
the far side of her bed.

   I don -(TM)t know what Jennie thought of my lame excuse for a hiding
place, but she smoothed her hair, took a deep breath, and exited the room.
I almost laughed when she spoke out loud in the lazy voice of one just
woken from a nap.   -œWhat -(TM)s going on?  Did something happen? -

   I couldn -(TM)t hear everything, something like  -œWon MVP for the game
- and  -œYou sleep too much dear.  Maybe if you went to bed at a decent
hour. - I found out later that Jennie -(TM)s little brother had indeed
been voted MVP by his team for grabbing some grounder in a little league
game and tagging a runner out as well as only striking out once through the
entire game.  Good for the kid.  I had to stay hidden and quiet for a long
two minutes, but Jennie finally made it back to her room, telling her
parents that they could call her out when dinner was ready.

   As she closed the door I peeked out over the bed and could see her
visibly relax, letting out a deep breath and shaking her head, then looking
over at me with a scowl.  I knew she wanted to say something but couldn
-(TM)t risk others in the house hearing.  She did the next best thing,
pulling her phone off a corner desk and starting up some music, just loud
enough to allow us to whisper to each other.

   While walking around the foot of the bed she noticed the discarded
vegetable she had been lusting over just an hour before, picking it up and
then turning to me and barely mouthing out the words  -œNow what the fuck
are we going to do? -

   She was agitated, maybe just a little pissed off at me, but my own mind
was taken with something else entirely.  Jennie -(TM)s dress was a simple
one piece, held up by her shoulders and hanging down to just above her
knees.  She looked good in it, but my eyes were drawn to a line of white
cream, a dollop of thick goo on her lower inner thigh releasing a slight
stream of liquid to run halfway down the side of her lower leg.  To me it
was pretty obvious that for all of her complaining, I hadn -(TM)t creamed
Jennie nearly deep enough, a good portion of my load having dropped down
from her lower lips and was now streaming it -(TM)s way to the floor.

   I silently waved Jennie over, and though she questioned me with her eyes
she did move closer.  A pair of discarded panties happened to be in arm
-(TM)s reach and with these I was able to wipe up my escaping seed,
secretly delighted that the contents of my balls filled both Jennie -(TM)s
pussy and a pair of her panties.   -œI hope your mother didn -(TM)t see
that, - I said, keeping my voice low but looking up into her face.   -œI
think your pussy -(TM)s too tight to hold everything I unloaded inside of
you.  But you -(TM)re still not a virgin. -

   Jennie tried to take a step back away from where I was sitting on the
floor, but I held tight with one hand to her upper thigh and tugged down on
her dress with my other hand.  She wound up kneeling over my legs, a knee
on either side, and trying her best not to notice the hard rigid boner that
stood straight up and pointing to her face.

   She looked at me and insisted I get the hell out.   -œAnd how am I
supposed to do that? - I whispered back.  Jennie looked at her window and
then back down at me.

   I got the idea but still balked, not wanting to walk out on the best
thing to happen to me in the past six months.   -œOK.  But you have to do
something for me. -

    -œWhat?  You -(TM)re such an asshole.  My father could walk in here any
second.  What do you want now? -

    -œI don -(TM)t care about your father, - I whispered back.  I reached
out to her arm and pulled down, pulling her face closer to mine.  I bent up
and stole a kiss from her lips, then another from her cheek as she tried to
pull back, but I held firm and continued.   -œIf your father finds me here
I -(TM)ll just say we -(TM)ve been together for the past year.  I -(TM)m
still a minor, so there -(TM)s nothing he could do to me.  And why would I
leave?  You -(TM)re the hottest girl I know.  I could always stay the
night. You know, hang out here until two in the morning and slip out then.
My dad won -(TM)t care. -

   This caused Jennie to go white, to start hyperventilating as her mind
went into overdrive thinking about how she could explain my presence to her
parents.   -œNo, Taylor, no.  Please go.  Please just go. -

   She was shaking, really scared that I meant what I said, but I really
was just bluffing and tried meeting her halfway.   -œOkay.  I -(TM)ll go,
but only if you show me how well you can suck a cock.  I saw you take a
quick suck on your eggplant earlier, so you obviously know how you taste to
yourself.  I know I -(TM)m not your first.  I drank a lot of you down
earlier, so now its your turn.  Give me a try.  Just a little taste.  Just
to see how you like me. -

   Jennie gave her bedroom door another glance, thought through all of the
possible ways she could get out of this mess, and finally gave in.  She
backed up on her knees and then bent down, arranging her long auburn curls
out of the way as her mouth closed in on my very frustrated but only
half-hard boner.

   I sighed with relief as she began licking and sucking on my cock.  My
mind was still thinking of how I could bury my cock inside her hot little
hole another couple of times, but it was a real turn-on to watch her mouth
in action.  Jennie had obviously done this before, to some other man or
men. I -(TM)d only been sucked off by one other girl and she did a pretty
good job of making me happy, but she was a lot older than Jennie.

   When Jennie came up for air, a long tendril of my cum stretching up to
her lips, I smoothed her hair and leaned in for a quick kiss and asked how
I tasted.  Know what she said back?   -œI dunno.  Same as any other guy, -
and went back to it.  Made my mind melt.  Little Jennie acting as though
she went through a dozen cocks a day.

   Anyway, she was good and I was tempted to just let her suck me off, but
I really wanted another round up inside of her tight little twat.  That
-(TM)s when I leaned over and pulled up her dress and reached far down to
feel up her slit.  Still wet, very wet, maybe even frustrated and in need
of a longer and more patient fuck.  With that thought I released her head
and let her pull up for a gasp of air.  I pushed one hand through the top
of her dress, reaching in to hold one of her small firm breasts, pulling in
slightly, pulling her body toward me so that I could kiss her cheek and
whisper into her ears,  -œLet me kiss your tits, Jennie.  It -(TM)s okay if
you don -(TM)t suck me off.  That -(TM)s okay.  But let me suck on your
beautiful breasts as a kind of thank you. -

   I didn -(TM)t give her a chance to think about it.  It was easy to push
the top of the dress down, Jennie unthinkingly helping me with her arms as
the dress dropped to her waist, revealing her two very fine and firm if
small melons.  I pulled in on her ass, pulling her close to where I was
sitting with my back to her nightstand.

   It was easy to raise her up on her knees, moving her in close enough for
my mouth to suck in on each of her perfect white tits.  Perfect white,
almost completely but for the pinkish areolas and hard and somewhat darker
nipples.  I spent a long minute on each of her breasts, whispering out how
beautiful she was as I switched from one to the other.

   As expected, Jennie began to give in to feelings she had no words for.
The lust and need and desire that filled her mind and loins caused her body
to loosen and collapse against me, giving herself over to me, and I was
ready.  With hardly any effort, I held her body close to my chest, then
allowed her open thighs to slip down onto my lap, for her knees to collapse
as her legs widened and my hard throbbing cock filled the void between her
thighs.  With only a slight bit of help from one hand, the fat head of my
cock was perfectly placed within her lower folds, the warmth of her pussy
radiating out and calling to my cock.  In only the slightest of movements I
was able to roll Jennie to the side, rolling on top of her and in the same
instant easily slipping my rod deep into her very hot and still very tight
twat.

   I expected another fight, but Jennie must have known early on what I was
leading her up to.  Her eyes suddenly opened as I entered her, but her arms
pulled me in, and as she pulled my head down into a kiss of her own, she
raised her knees and slightly pushed back with her hips.

   Obviously not a virgin.  Something told me Jennie might have a lot more
experience in this than I had.  That was okay with me.  I kissed her back,
but needing to move deeper inside of her I had to cover her body with my
own, my head well above hers as I began moving ever deeper, my cock slowly
being buried in the most wonderful feeling of warm wet flesh.

   We had to keep it quiet, but there was no way I could dampen the sounds
of our wet bodies moving together, of the sound of my cock moving in and
out of her cum-wet cunt, the long unbroken rhythm of the fuck filling the
room and possibly the entire household.  It was a long wonderful fuck,
longer than any lovemaking I -(TM)d ever attempted in my short adolescent
life.  My lust finally got the best of me and I began seriously thrusting
my cock into Jennie, pounding down into her open legs, the floor seeming to
vibrate with each of my thrusts.

    -œStop it, - she said, pushing up with her hands on my stomach.  
-œYou -(TM)re going in too deep.  It kind of hurts. - I was overwhelmed
with need, unable to think of anything but continuing to fill this hot
little girl with my cock and all the liquid lust that filled my balls. 
Still, I had a heart, and her words did finally reach some part of my
thinking brain and I slowed, bending down and kissing the top of her head
and whispering out,  -œSorry. -

   Jennie tried to push up and pull away, but I held her tight, crushing
her into the floor with my hips and chest, but I relented in another way. I
simply rolled back toward her bed, putting myself under her, allowing her
to lay on top of me as I continued to slowly violate her most sacred space.
After another few minutes of rapid if shallow back and forth thrusts into
her, I relaxed my grip on Jennie -(TM)s legs and shoulders and whispered
out that she should sit up and take control.   -œGo ahead Jennie.  Sit up.
You decide how deep I should go inside of you. -

   I adjusted my grasp on her folded legs, my hands holding her thighs
close to me as she tried putting my whispered words to practice.  This was
the best part of the entire afternoon, watching Jennie sit up and ride my
cock, tits waving high above me, as her tight wet cunt fucked me as no
other girl had.  And Jennie really did get into it, changing the position
of her hips a couple of times, pausing a few times, changing speed, never
stopping the fuck but following a screaming need only she could hear.  Then
with a moan she bent over me, tits just inches above my chest as she ground
down in short explosive thrusts, her body finally shivering and collapsing
onto me, her scream of delight being held in, sublimated into a low
voiceless moan as she bit my left nipple and was taken over by a long
pulsing orgasm.

   Or so she said later.  For me it was all too overwhelming, my balls
ready to explode, and the feel of Jennie -(TM)s liquid release dripping
down onto my thighs was just the excuse I needed to give in to my own
selfish and lustful needs.  I rolled Jennie -(TM)s limp body back over onto
the rug, my cock retaining a deep connection inside of her.  I then
returned to the standard fuck, Jennie -(TM)s legs thrown out wide and loose
as I began a serious violation of her pussy.  I remembered not to thrust in
too deep, not with all the force that I had before, actually pulling my
cock back far enough for the head to just exit Jennie -(TM)s tight but wet
and welcoming vaginal gates.  It took another minute for the feeling to
rise, Jennie -(TM)s tight sucking lips being just what my cock needed to
excite it to a second explosive release inside of her.

   As I reached the edge I pushed in, pushed deep, hands down under her ass
as I pulled her in and my balls pulsed out the last few ounces of seed I
had in reserve.  Seriously, creaming the insides of a girl has to be the
most wonderful thing in the world.  Just lying there on top of Jennie, her
cunt impaled on my cock as I unloaded all of my masculine desires into her,
I never wanted the moment to end.  I tried to keep it up, grinding my hips
into her, fucking in slow slight movements just to keep my cock aware and
active, but I finally had to admit that I had reached the end and collapsed
once again onto Jennie -(TM)s prone and still body.

   This time Jennie didn -(TM)t do a thing, actually held me with her arms,
and as I rose on my own, releasing her face and chest from the pressure of
my torso, she lifted her head up and kissed my neck.  I didn -(TM)t want to
move out of her, but I could feel my cock softening and knew it was only a
matter of moments before I -(TM)d pop out of her anyway, so I pulled out,
then moving my face down so that I could properly return her kiss.

   The surprising thing was that she kissed back, pulling my head down and
kissing me, well and deeply, so I knew she had some experience kissing boys
if not their cocks.  After a couple of long kisses, I went lower, sucking
in each of her two sweat-wet breasts, then rolling to her side, a hand on
her stomach retaining our connection.

   We could hear noises outside, people talking, the television, lots of
background noise.  Jennie and I just looked over at each other and smiled,
no words really needed to express our feelings.  Following an impulse, a
need to enjoy and make use of the beautiful female body that was so
magically now within my literal reach, I went up on one elbow and reached
down with my right hand.  Down, between Jennie -(TM)s legs, my fingers
scooping up through her slick wet folds, and before she could clamp her
knees together I was able to bring into the light a thick dollop of the
cream I had just minutes before deposited deep inside of her.

    -œSee.  Your twat is too tight to hold everything I unloaded inside of
you.  It -(TM)s just going to drop out if you stand up. - That -(TM)s when
I massaged both of her tits with my still-warm jism, a million sperm for
each of her perfect firm conical mounds, and all she did is smile and bend
her head over to give my arm a playful bite.

   It was a pretty wonderful minute, just lying there with this hot little
girl next to me, naked and alone together, the contents of my balls filling
her pussy and covering her stomach and legs and tits.  I felt pretty good
and with no small amount of male pride I kissed Jennie again and said, 
-œSo, I think you got something out of that.  Better than the eggplant? -
Jennie hit me, but lightly, playfully whispering,  -œFuck you Taylor, -
but then rolled into me and said,  -œbut, yeah. -

   Then the noise on the outside became louder, the unmistakable sound of
cutlery and plates rattling together, and Jennie said,  -œI -(TM)d better
take a shower.  Don -(TM)t want to go to the table with you still dripping
down my legs.  Stay hidden here.  I -(TM)ll only be a few minutes. -

   She grabbed a towel off a rack in the corner of her room and exited, her
mother yelling out that dinner was in five minutes.  In only four Jennie
was back, tossing her towel and allowing all of her naked glory to shine
before me.  But in only seconds she had changed, with fresh underwear and a
shirt and pair of shorts, then back to where I was still sitting naked on
the ground.   -œWait until we begin eating, then you can leave.  Please be
quiet. - She gave me a quick kiss and was gone.

   The last comment was given with a bit of pleading, a light in her eyes
begging me to save her honor.  And so just five minutes later I had exited
her window, silently replacing the screen and making it out the side gate
without anyone noticing.  I was a good quart low, my balls happy and light,
my manhood soft and asleep, but in my pocket I carried the treasure of the
day, Jennie -(TM)s used and very recently wet panties.  I doubted that my
father would ever find them, hidden deep behind my own underwear drawer,
but it wouldn -(TM)t matter.  He -(TM)d probably be proud that I had taken
an interest in such souvenirs.



   Chapter 2

   You would think I would have been sexually sated after delivering two
full loads into Jennie -(TM)s loins, and in the middle of that getting her
to suck my cock clean until I was hard enough to do it the second time. 
But I woke up in the middle of the night, fantasies and flashbacks of my
time with Jennie filling my head.  I just couldn -(TM)t shake the look of
her face as she bounced up and down above me until she reached her own
orgasm.  My hands could still remember what her little tits were like as I
felt them bouncing around in my hands, and most especially the feel of her
pussy wrapped around my cock.  I could even remember the feel of her lips
as I kissed her, of her tongue coming to join mine, sucking my lips in as
our sexual needs were met in a finality no observer could understand.  My
time with her rose up in the night to overwhelm me and I finally had to
jack off into my sheets before I could get back to sleep.

   The morning wasn -(TM)t much better.  I had a couple hours of work at a
local store, just shelving stuff, but all through my shift and into the
afternoon I couldn -(TM)t escape Jennie -(TM)s presence, or my need to have
her near me again.  I -(TM)m not talking about constantly fucking the girl,
which I wanted, but also the need to have her near me, touching me.  Just
that one afternoon of sex, and with hardly more than a few words between
us, and I felt like I couldn -(TM)t live another day without her.

   Just before Jennie had left to join her family for dinner, I had grabbed
her phone and typed in my own number, giving her a pretty clear message
that I wanted her to call or text me.  But nothing.  By mid-afternoon I was
pacing my backyard, looking over the fence and hoping to see her, putting
my phone on ring and vibrate just to make sure I didn -(TM)t miss her call.

   The night passed and most of the next morning, but just as I was making
lunch for myself she texted, the screen showing nothing but the words 
-œGood news. - That mystified me, but I texted back telling her to come
over.  Jennie was there in under a minute, giving me a half-scowl and
half-smile kind of a look as I opened the screen door.  She walked in,
looking around at my living-room and kitchen area as though she were doing
a home inspection, and giving me nothing in the way of clarity about her
text.   -œHey, nice place.  Haven -(TM)t been here in like a year.  You
still just live with your dad, right?  What about your sister?  Gone,
right? She OK? -

    -œYeah, my sister left, right after high school.  She -(TM)s fine.  You
know, married and stuff.  And I -(TM)m sure you know, mom moved out a
decade ago, so just me and him. -

   The suspense over her text was killing me, but more so my immediate need
to pull her in at her ass and rip off the blouse she had on.  I have to
admit it.  Just seeing her stand there in front of me, in just a short
blouse and loose shorts, made my cock jump for the ceiling.  Her smile hid
something, like she had a big secret, but she was looking cool and in
control and she looked all the more beautiful for it.  Her tits were small
so barely pushing out on her blouse but the nipples were prominent,
obviously no bra to hide them, and her ass was only just barely covered by
her loose but minimalist shorts.

   Yeah, very hot, and it was hard to think, so I acted.  I took a step
toward her, one hand reaching down to cup one of her ass cheeks, hoping to
pull her in for a kiss, but Jennie sidestepped my move and said  -œStop it.
- I stopped, but instead of scowling at me or making for the door, she
just stood there, and with a big shit-eating grin she said,  -œCome on. 
Don -(TM)t you want to know what the good news is? -

   Seriously, I couldn -(TM)t think of a thing except the most obvious
thing, which was kind of dopey and romantic but also totally wrong.   -œUm,
well, the only kind of good news I can think of is that you -(TM)re in my
life, and the even better news is that you -(TM)re standing in front of me.
That -(TM)s good enough for me. -

   Jennie rolled her eyes and said,  -œJeez but guys are dumb.  Think child
support and not being tied to me for another 20 years.  Now do you get it?
-

   I was still slow, but as the answer slowly rose to the top of my brain
she had to blurt it out.   -œI -(TM)m spotting.  Meaning I -(TM)m about to
flow like the Nile. - She walked away, over to sit on one of the dinette
chairs, filling me in on details that most guys really don -(TM)t need or
want to know.   -œI can really feel it too.  I woke up this morning feeling
really bloated, and you know what that means.  No cramps yet, and only
little drops, but by tonight or at least tomorrow I -(TM)ll be going
through a pad every other hour. -

   Jennie looked up at me, at my glazed face, probably thinking I didn
-(TM)t have the brains to add one and one, and then waved her hand and
unnecessarily said,  -œSo, not pregnant.  Good news, right? -

   Thing is that while she was going off on menstrual times and flows and
panty liners, I was imagining all two million of my sperm still swimming
their way up into their version of heaven, a big part of me still living
inside of her.  And then I was imagining all those little guys being washed
back down and out by some great tidal surge of blood.  It seemed kind of a
cruel joke for them all.

   Jennie -(TM)s blunt announcement of not being pregnant brought me back
to my senses, and I replied in what I hoped was a cool and nonchalant but
totally caring manner.   -œNo, I get it, and yeah, I -(TM)m happy.  But
just to let you know, being tied to you for 20 years would be okay with me.
You -(TM)re the one who -(TM)d have to suffer. - Her frown turned into an
almost smile, so I sat next to her and put a hand on Jennie -(TM)s thigh
and finished by saying,  -œI mean, I -(TM)m sorry you almost had to raise
my kid and put up with me at your side.  I -(TM)m sorry. -

   The most important thing about that moment is that Jennie didn -(TM)t
push my hand off her thigh, and when I finished with my very sincere
sounding  -œsorry - she met me halfway and we enjoyed a very nice kiss.

   I then had the brains to ask,  -œSo, are you okay?  I mean, after
everything. -

   I had the brains to start asking but couldn -(TM)t think of how to
finish it, so she jumped in for me, and again with kind of a sneer,
accusatory but in a fun sort of way.   -œYou mean after everything you did,
like walking in on me and fucking me silly while my parents were on the
other side of the door?  Yeah, I guess. -

   That -(TM)s when my brain completely melted and I couldn -(TM)t think of
anything else to say, so, like I always do, I just acted.  I was able to
get out a quick  -~I really missed you, -(TM) before leaning in for another
kiss, my one hand pulling in on Jennie -(TM)s thigh while I held her head
close and kissed her again.  I smelled her hair, nibbled on her ear, leaned
down low to kiss her neck and then back up to suck in on Jennie -(TM)s
lips. The thing is, she let me, even kissed me back, and when I pulled in
on her thigh, her legs opened.  In another second she was sitting on my
leg, her arms wrapped around me, grinding down into my leg and pushing her
double barreled chest into my stomach.

   I -(TM)m not sure how we got there, but by the time I pushed Jennie onto
my bed both our tops were off and I couldn -(TM)t take the time to push off
my pants because my mouth and hands were too busy making love to her chest.
Seriously, her tits were small and yet perfect hand-sized orbs of delight,
shining white and inviting, and she didn -(TM)t seem to mind how obsessed I
was with them.  If anything she ran her fingers through my hair as I sucked
in and tongued and nibbled each one, her low moans only making me suck them
in and tease her nipples all the more.

   I finally came up for air and realized I had her all to myself, her
whole body, and that I had the whole afternoon to do anything I wanted to
her.  She was mine, and I wanted all of Jennie, her everything, and I
couldn -(TM)t wait to take her completely.  My hands dragged her shorts
off, panties and all in one motion, her sandals tossed aside, and there she
was, the most luscious little piece of pussy I had ever set eyes on, and
lying there naked on my bed.  I fumbled with my belt but took it slow, my
hands shaking, my whole body trembling in anticipation as I crawled up on
the bed beside her.

   You would think I would have just fucked Jennie -(TM)s brains out right
there, a hard fuck and ejaculation and rest for two minutes before turning
her over and doing it again.  Oh yeah, that happened, but I took my time. I
didn -(TM)t know much about sex, or at least had never had a naked girl all
to my own in my bedroom, so I really wanted to get to know Jennie and her
body.

   We didn -(TM)t say much for the next couple of hours, but just touching
and kissing and tasting and feeling her warm body merging with mine filled
me and sexually sated me almost as much as the actual fucking.  Almost.  I
mean, I lay there next to a beautiful young girl who seemed to want me as
much as I wanted her.  She was so cute and pert ready to let me do
anything, and every kiss and caress was straight out of a porn film that I
got to star in, so no way I was going to just rush through it.

   I really did kiss her, practicing my best kissing technique, sucking in
on her tongue, breathing in her scent, all the while enjoying the feel of
her naked body against mine.  I tried to move down, to kiss her breasts
again, then down to her stomach, but she pulled me back, saying,  -œI
-(TM)m kind of spotting now.  Kind of gross, you know? - I replied with a
quick  -œfuck it - but stopped in my downward travels, crawling back up to
pull her into my arms and start the main event.

   One hand pulled her thigh over my hips, and when I pushed my raging pole
up through her thighs she took it in hand.  I fucked her hand for a minute,
but then I pulled back, filling the length of her wet hairy slit with a
good portion of my cock.  Jennie moved her hand down with me, pressing down
and in on my cock as I roved in and out of her bush.  I could have ended it
all right there, but I wanted all of her.  That -(TM)s when I pulled
further back, my right hand holding her hand close to my cock, forcing her
hand to help my cock position itself just above her hole, and then I pushed
in.

   We both gasped at the pause and then sudden parting of her vaginal gates
as my cock entered her.  Holding her hand, fingers pressed against the
shaft, I began pulling out and pushing in, just a couple of inches each
time, her hand masturbating me as the tight grip of her pussy massaged me
into ecstasy.  I was able to play that game only for a minute or so.  I
finally just pulled back on her thigh, pushed her far leg out with my foot
and began a serious fuck of the tightest and hottest little cunt I would
ever know in my life.

   The fuck was good, made all the more wonderful as Jennie fucked me back.
Unlike when I forced my way into her in her bedroom, she turned her head
toward me this time, kissing my chest as I fucked her, her face breaking
into a sweat, eyes closed, obviously focused on all the wonders a man
-(TM)s cock can do for a girl.  I kept some control, making sure not to
push in too deep, careful not to reach my release point too quickly, trying
my best to simply enjoy the hot little piece of female flesh that had
suddenly become mine.

   Of course I couldn -(TM)t keep that up for long, only five minutes
inside of her and the head of my cock began to feel a rising need to
explode.  I couldn -(TM)t argue, couldn -(TM)t contain it, and with only a
moment to spare I rolled Jennie over, face down on my bed, my cock embedded
deep inside her as I finished up with a last minute of hard fucking.  As my
balls pulsed and began flooding her, I collapsed onto Jennie -(TM)s back,
my knees pushing up, keeping her legs wide, my hips tight into her thighs
and ass.  As the hard shots of jism lessened I lowered my hands, pushing
under her legs and pulling them up, stretching out her thighs and giving me
just that much more space to push into her as the rushing flow from my cock
eased to a mere dribble.

   I let out a huge sigh, happy and sated and content.  It was difficult
not to just let all of my weight press Jennie into the bed, but I
remembered her size and held myself up with my elbows.  A long minute,
maybe two minutes later, I had softened and I pulled down with my hips,
popping out of Jennie before I rolled to the side and pulled her into a
sideways embrace.

    -œMy god I needed that. - A moronic phrase, and almost as unnecessary
as what I said next.   -œThat felt so good.  It feels so good emptying
myself inside of you. - I immediately regretted my words, and I almost
threw out words of love and endearment to make up for them, but instead
just pulled Jennie -(TM)s face to mine and kissed her, simply saying,  -œI
hope it was as good for you.  Did it hurt as much this time? -

    -œNo.  It was fine.  I think my ass saved me. - She opened her eyes
and looked at me in a dreamy and happy sort of way and continued, saying 
-œYou know, keeping you from pushing it all in too far. -

    -œNot too uncomfortable? - Again, a shaking of her head, a slight
smile, Jennie saying,  -œNo, not so much this time.  Must be getting used
to you. -

   We lay there for a long time, naked and warm in the early summer heat,
talking about small things, like what I was going to make for lunch and how
large her nipples were and why she really needed to wear padded bras.  But
I had to ask about how and why she wasn -(TM)t a virgin.  I know, none of
my business.  I didn -(TM)t just come out and ask  -œWho did you first fuck
and when? - We were just talking about sex, about how sensitive her clit
was to my roving fingers, about how wet she had gotten when thinking about
me the night before, and even about my first girlfriend.  So it was easy to
ask  -œAnd you?  When did you first have sex?  You -(TM)re not a virgin,
but you -(TM)re really tight, like a hot wet vice on my cock. -

   Jennie paused, pushed my hand down to continue playing with her clit,
and with her eyes half closed she let the words flow, without any guilt or
shame, and with seeming total trust in me.   -œIt was just a while ago,
maybe before Easter, and I met this guy.  He had a motorcycle and he
started up this conversation with me and on a whim I asked him for a ride.
It was a trip, and he took me back to his place for lunch.  Can you believe
it?  Really, we had a cup of tea and some pizza I think, and because he
lived so close I even hung out until dinner time and just walked home.  I
visited a few more times, you know, just walking over, getting to know his
roommates when he wasn -(TM)t there, and it just sort of happened.  Like
today, just getting tossed onto his bed and, you know. -

   Jennie paused here, her eyes looking up toward the ceiling, then back at
me, saying  -œReally.  He was nice about it, took it slow, but was really
insistent.  No condom, nothing, but luck was on my side and even after all
the times I went over there I didn -(TM)t wind up getting pregnant.  Lucky,
kind of like with you. -

   Jennie stopped there, waiting to hear what I had to say.  My hand had
strayed up from her clit to massage her breasts, and I was smart enough to
not push for information on how big or how old he was.   -œSo is he still
around?  I -(TM)m happy you -(TM)re here with me, I -(TM)ll always want you
to be here, but what about him? -

   I didn -(TM)t mention that I was already nervous and jealous and wishing
him dead, so I can -(TM)t lie about not feeling relief when Jennie shrugged
and said,  -œHe left.  I went over one day and he was gone, his roommates
saying he had shit to do somewhere else and didn -(TM)t know when he -(TM)d
be back.  Real vague.  I -(TM)ve gone back a few times, you know, just
hanging out in the house, and all the guys are nice, but he hasn -(TM)t
come back. -

   There were a thousand things I wanted to know about this guy and his
roommates, but most especially his age.  It sounded like he was some old
guy who liked to pick up on young girls, drug them and fuck them and leave
when things got heavy.  But I couldn -(TM)t really say that, and in what I
hoped was a humorous twist, I asked,  -œSo, was he who you were thinking
about when I saw you a couple of days ago. -

   Thankfully Jennie took it in the right way, saying  -œNo.  It -(TM)s not
like that.  And don -(TM)t get jealous.  Besides, you made me, you know, be
really happy.  I never got that wet before.  You -(TM)re the best ever. -

   I wanted her to say more, for Jennie to say that my huge cock had fucked
her into a rug-wetting orgasm like she had never known before.  I wanted to
hear more, to talk it out, but other parts of me wanted a repeat of what we
had just done.  She felt the same way, and as I pulled her in, one hand
over to feel up her ass, Jennie just rolled right over and on top of me. 
My cock was hard and leaking and ready, and it was Jennie who slid down,
her mouth kissing my right nipple as her pussy lips enveloped my cock and I
slid right into her.

   Again.  This second time was longer and slower and much more rewarding
than the first.  That first time I just had to ease the pressure on my
balls, all the liquid sexual lust of a young man pent up and in need of
release.  I was still in need, still had plenty I wanted to unload inside
of her, but the intense need had lessened and I could just enjoy the fuck
and the feel of Jennie -(TM)s pussy enveloping and loving me.

   After a long while of Jennie just grinding down on me, totally
controlling depth and feel, she rose up into a sitting position, knees
tucked on my sides, rising up and sliding down as though she were riding a
carousel.  One hand went up to play with her bouncing tits, but my other
snaked in low to feel her clit, following the rise and fall of her hips as
she continued to control the fuck.

   That did it, my fingers stimulating her clit just right, and as her
moans and movements grew louder and more jerky, I knew Jennie was about to
go home a very happy girl.  Another minute of loud groans, of grinding down
onto my fat pole, then finally giving out a series of low screams,
collapsing onto my sweating body.  Jennie -(TM)s head rested on my chest
but she continued to grind down with her hips, the occasional jerk and
grunt giving some indication of what her cunt was going through.

   Thank god.  My turn.  I was about to explode, so I locked her legs in
with mine, pulled them out wide and began a hard bouncing fuck into Jennie.
I didn -(TM)t go too far in, the head of my cock almost slipping out as I
noisily pulled back and then levered her lips open for another push in,
just a nice long series of out and in thrusts that finally culminated with
me rolling Jennie into the wall and emptying my balls into her.

   I loved feeling the pulse of my cock and balls, muscles twitching as a
load of my liquid seed poured into Jennie.  I kept the slow fuck going for
as long as I could, holding Jennie against the wall, trapped and with
nowhere to go as my cum flowed into her.  After another minute I rolled
back, her lying on my chest, my cock soft but still lodged tight up inside
of her.  We stayed there for a long while, just enjoying one another -(TM)s
presence, and with no desire to face the harsh realities of the world
outside my bedroom.

   Jennie spoke first, saying just what every man wants his girl to say.  
-œWow.  That was nice.  Two for two Taylor. - Instead of crowing or asking
for details I just said,  -œYeah?  Does that mean you -(TM)re mine forever?
Think I can talk your dad into letting you move in? -

   I hoped she heard that as a humorous comment, but Jennie raised herself
up on her elbows and replied in a very serious tone,  -œYou know I -(TM)m
just 14, right?  Don -(TM)t even think of joking about that.  My dad would
kill you.  He -(TM)s kind of protective. -

    -œHey, I know, - I said.   -œJust joking.  But I hardly see your dad.
He travels a lot, right?  Like for business? -

   Jennie paused before answering, as though thinking of the right way to
word it.   -œYeah, some, but mostly he just stays in another city.  Only
comes home sometime, which is rough, but its okay. -

   Vague, but I really wasn -(TM)t all the interested in her father and I
got right to the point, saying something I couldn -(TM)t hold in any
longer.  -œI really like you Jennie.  I really want you to stay with me, or
at least I want you to see me as, you know, your guy.  You know, like going
steady.  How about that? -

   That -(TM)s when my cock finally softened enough to pull out of Jennie
-(TM)s oh so tight little trap.  She let out a low gasp as she was released
from our connection, then looked sideways and said nothing, just looking at
me with half-closed eyes, her mouth open and still breathing hard from our
shared workout.

   She scooted in closer, moving her mouth up and close to mine and giving
me a quick kiss before saying,  -œYou sure?  I mean, am I just the girl you
wanna fuck or do you really like me, like a real girlfriend? - She paused,
but before I could think up the right answer, she answered for me.   -œDon
-(TM)t worry.  I -(TM)m not going anywhere, but maybe you should hold off
on buying me any promise rings or anything.  Maybe wait until school
starts. -

   Her words didn -(TM)t quite crush me, but they weren -(TM)t everything I
had hoped for, either.  I wanted Jennie for my own and forever, or at least
for as long as a boy can envision a hot sexual union.  With all the fucking
and sex and fun we had, Jennie just pushed me aside and said  -œmaybe. -

   I was ecstatic that she seemed to like what we were doing, but I really
had hoped she -(TM)d promise her body to me for ever and ever, or at least
for the foreseeable future.  Didn -(TM)t see Jennie for the next couple of
days but we did start texting back and forth.  Of course I wanted her to
come over and spend a few more hours in my bedroom, but she pushed that off
with a mention that between cramps and  -œblood loss, - she didn -(TM)t
feel like seeing anybody or doing anything.  But we did talk, in the
special way you can through texting, a dozen short bits of conversation in
an hour, no one topic taking up too much time or thought.

   Adults might not get it, but you can really pick up on a person -(TM)s
personality through their texting style.  One thing I liked was that Jennie
wasn -(TM)t into emojis.  Girls especially seem to like all those little
pictures, like hearts and the smiley face and poop emojis.  Over three days
worth of texting, Jennie used exactly two, a drop of blood emoji (you can
guess why) and a stinky face when referring to a classmate of hers.  And
never once an LOL.  That shows class and maturity for a girl.

   It was a surprise when Jennie showed up at my front door, first knocking
but then walking in before I made it out of the kitchen.   -œSaw you
walking home.  From work, right?  Thought I -(TM)d drop by.  And no, I
-(TM)m still miserable.  It -(TM)s really unfair boys don -(TM)t have to go
through this. - I didn -(TM)t bother to dig for all the bloody details of
what she was griping about, just asking if she wanted something to drink
and winding up making us both a late lunch with grilled cheese and chips.

    -œDad -(TM)s gone.  Again, - she announced, potato chips filling her
mouth without impeding her words.   -œDon -(TM)t know when he -(TM)ll come
back.  I think I see more of your dad when he -(TM)s out working in your
front yard than my dad in any month. - That comment was just one of a
dozen thoughts thrown out, everything from dogs to her apricot tree being
brought up, but that quick mention of her dad turned out to be pretty
important.

   After food came more talk, just hanging out, checking up on e-mail, even
texting each other while the other was just a foot away.  It was fun, but
of course things turned serious.  Jennie was a hot little girl, with the
shoulder length curly hair and clear skinned face and perky tits and ass I
knew every boy at school would want.  Given what she and I had already
shared, especially how much I had already poured into her in just the
previous week, I couldn -(TM)t just sit there without trying to move on
her.

   I of course started with a simple kiss, long slow and patient kisses,
just five minutes of wooing, with words that brought up her beauty, her
scent, her soft hair.  This was all stuff I had read about, knew that I had
to go through to make a girl like Jennie happy.  Simple things that let
Jennie know how special she was to me, and it seemed to work.  Jennie
seemed fine with me moving on to feeling up her tits, my hands pushing up
the simple blouse that cut off just above her navel.  With no bra it was
easy for my hands to reach up and begin massaging each of her breasts.  In
a quick move my mouth was down and sucking in her right tit, tonguing the
hard nipple while simultaneously suckling and tasting her flesh.  I was
even able to pull Jennie off the couch, down to a kneeling position on the
floor, Jennie giving out light moans in response to my loving attention.

   Then my hands moved from holding and fondling her ass to trying to
unbutton her shorts.  That made Jennie jerk back.   -œNo.  Jeez, not now.
Let -(TM)s not even go there, seriously. - Pretty obvious that for now
anything below the waist was totally taboo.

    -œSeriously, - she continued as she sat on the floor with her back to
the couch,  -œyou just don -(TM)t want to see it.  Totally gross. - I
couldn -(TM)t let it go, or let her go, especially with her sitting there,
blouse pushed up and tits hanging out, so I went for the next best thing. I
sat next to her, kissed her head and breathed in the scent of her shampoo,
and then pulled Jennie -(TM)s hand over to rest on my bulging crotch.

   She looked up at me and said,  -œSo, what?  You want me to jerk you off?
-

   I didn -(TM)t answer with words, just pushing my own shorts and boxers
down to my ankles in a single movement.  My cock was raging, pushing
straight up and I was happy to see Jennie pull back, eyeing my size and the
curve of my dick as it rose up and back in toward my stomach.  She reached
out and began giving me a hand job, my pre-cum being all she needed for
lubrication.  After a minute of that I let Jennie know what I really wanted
by getting up on my knees and pulling in on her head.

   She knew just what to do, bending low and holding her long hair to the
side as she opened her mouth and sucked me in.  More to the point I pushed
her head down and pushed up from my hips, burying my cock in her mouth and
holding it there.  Jennie did her best to meet my needs, sucking and
tonguing as she had maybe been told to do by her girlfriends, or more
probably by her guy on the motorcycle.

   Jennie was pretty good, sucking away and making me really happy.  Couldn
-(TM)t help wondering how she had gotten so good.  A couple of my friends
complained that when a girl agreed to blow them always chewed their cocks
in half, meaning they used too many teeth in getting the job done.  Jennie
was perfect, only going down a few inches before pulling back up, but using
her lips and hands, going down and up on my boner and making me as happy as
if I was buried in her hole.

   For a few wonderful minutes I was on my knees, Jennie bent low and
sucking and stroking, my own hands down to feel up her tits while my elbows
pressed down on her head.  I kept making her go a little lower, swallowing
a little more of my cock, pushing her head down.  For just a moment I was
able to push my entire length into her mouth, my balls pushed to her mouth.
My god but it was a great feeling, my cock pushed down her throat.  Yeah, I
know.  A little unfair, locking Jennie -(TM)s head in and unable to pull
away, but she began to choke and I pulled back.

   Jennie just went back to what she had been doing, sucking me and
bringing my balls to a boil.  I could feel the rising orgasm, my balls
aching and sensitive and in need of release.  As the moment of truth
arrived, I slowly collapsed sideways, pulling Jennie with me down to the
floor.  At we went down I did what every selfish asshole out there has
done, pulling in on Jennie -(TM)s head and mouth, locking a knee over her
head and holding her tight as my balls spasmed and emptied themselves down
her throat.

   I groaned and grunted and focused on the joy of filling this little girl
-(TM)s mouth with my dick and seed, then moaning out Jennie -(TM)s name,
letting her know that she was all I cared about as I pushed my cock just a
little deeper into her mouth.  It would have been a wonderful experience,
but Jennie began to gag again, though this time with most of my cum
clogging her throat.  She finally pushed out hard against my hips, her
teeth almost gouging chunks of flesh out of me as she did her best to pull
back and away from my erupting cock.  I relented just a bit, easing up on
my leg and the fistful of her hair I held her head by, giving her just
enough room to pull back and breathe.

   As she took a breath and coughed and swallowed, I pushed my leaking and
dripping cock back into her mouth, saying  -œSuck it Jennie.  Suck it some
more. - She could have grabbed my balls and told me I was being an
asshole, but she took it all in stride, sucking in the leading tip of my
cock and sucking and swallowing the slow flow of cum that continued to
drizzle out, then pulling back for a breath and another swallow before
allowing me to push my cock back into her mouth.

   Best blowjob ever.  For me anyway.  It was wonderful to watch Jennie
lick my cock and then swallow my entire load.  The last girl I was with
gave great head but then turned aside and held my cock to the side as I
jetted out a load onto my bedroom floor.  This was much better.  Jennie not
only knew what she was doing but in her youth she was also happy to take
directions and didn -(TM)t object when I told her to suck in and lick my
hairy balls.  No girl had ever done that for me.  It was straight out of
some male fantasy, some sick desire of mine to see her bend down and do the
deed, and Jennie acted on my request as though it was a normal part of our
lovemaking.

   As I sat up, back against the couch, I pulled Jennie in, her head on my
naked lap, one of her hands holding my soft and very grateful cock at bay.
I took a deep breath and told her how wonderful she was, but then she sat
up and cleared her throat and let me know what a jerk I was.   -œYou know
you shouldn -(TM)t have shoved your cock down my throat, right?  I almost
choked.  I -(TM)ve still got semen stuck in my throat. - She cleared her
throat, looked like she wanted to spit it all out, but then swallowed.

    -œI -(TM)m sorry.  Really.  I won -(TM)t do it again.  I guess I just
got lost in the moment and didn -(TM)t know how much I -(TM)d pushed it
down your mouth. -

    -œBullshit.  You guys are all the same. - She cleared her throat again
and leaned her head against my shoulder, then reaching out and taking my
cock in hand.

    -œWe guys?  So how many men have you give a mouth job to? -

    -œNone of your business. - But after a pause she answered.   -œWell,
only a few I guess.  A friend -(TM)s sister told us that we -(TM)d better
get used to it, but when we asked for details she only laughed and told us
to start pushing bananas down our throats.  Guess I know why, but she never
mentioned having to swallow all the cum. -

   So the number of guys Jennie had gone down on was none of my business,
but I had to know about swallowing my load.   -œActually, that last part,
where you just licked and sucked on my cock was great.  I won -(TM)t shove
it so far down next time.  It was wonderful just having you suck me off and
swallow.  How did I taste?  Was it okay? -

   I really didn -(TM)t know how to phrase the question, asking a girl how
my jism tasted on the way down her throat, but Jennie shrugged and gave me
a real answer.   -œSticky.  And not so easy to swallow.  But kind of dirty
and nasty, even more than fucking.  I mean, a guy -(TM)s cock in your
mouth, like what he pees with, then cuming in a girl -(TM)s mouth?  That
-(TM)s really dirty, but it -(TM)s okay I guess.  You get used to it. -

   Wow.  Enough times to where she had gotten used to swallowing a guy
-(TM)s load.  Just the thought of that started to make me hard again. 
Jennie leaned into me some more, her hand coming up to rub the minimal hair
on my chest, but I pressed for a complete answer.   -œDid I taste okay? 
Did you like it? - Again, not something you just come out and ask a girl,
but Jennie just went along with it like it was something she talked about
every day.

    -œYeah, sorta.  Really nasty, kind of sticky and hard to swallow, but
that -(TM)s what makes it so special, right?  Guy -(TM)s cum all kind of
tastes the same.  Just don -(TM)t choke me next time.  I guess you -(TM)ve
gotten lots of girls to do it with you. -

   Jennie snuggled in a little more, a little closer, pulling herself up to
look into my eyes and asking  -œWhat do you like most?  Fucking?  Or
getting off in some girl -(TM)s mouth? -

   I stopped for a moment, afraid that it was a trick question, but still
wound up regretting my words.   -œBoth.  Just cuming inside a girl is the
ultimate, like the best.  If I had to choose I -(TM)d go with fucking,
being inside a girl -(TM)s pussy.  Not the same when I have to use a
condom, but it -(TM)s still the best. - As the words left my mouth I
realized what I had said, what I had admitted, and quickly tried to cover
my tracks.   -œBut there -(TM)s nothing like being with you.  I -(TM)ve
never had such good sex before.  None of the other girls I -(TM)ve been
with could compare with you, Jennie. -

   Jennie cleared her throat and hit my chest with a soft fist as she
answered me.   -œBullshit.  But nice of you to say it.  I mean, how many
girls let you walk into their house and fuck them while their parents are
in the next room? -

   That -(TM)s when she stood and smoothed out her top and said she had to
get home.  She made a point of gargling with the last of her lemonade and
waved goodbye.  I really didn -(TM)t want to see her go, seriously wished
she could figure out some way to spend the night and cursed the stupid
rules adults put on kids like me.  Then I got a text, with nothing but a 
-œThanks for lunch - with a banana emoji.  I had to laugh and missed her
even more.



   Chapter 3

   You can bet what my mind was on for the next couple of days, always
picturing Jennie with her mouth wrapped around the head of my cock.  At
night I could still hear her gulping my load down as I held her head in
place, and more than anything I wanted to drag her back to my bed and have
her do a repeat performance.  Well, that and fuck her.  My one true desire
was having my pole disappear between her legs and then pound it into Jennie
-(TM)s hot little box so that I could empty my balls into her.

   They joke about old women growing teeth, but Jennie -(TM)s pussy was
tight and moist and warm and so welcoming to my cock.  That was where it
belonged every day and night even if she could only take half my length. 
Even as my balls ached for release, I bided my time and promised my cock
and balls a little slice of heaven before the week was out.

   Well, I could get into a lot of detail, but it -(TM)s really just the
same old story of a boy trying his best to get a girl to open her legs and
let him pour his seed into her.  The next time we got together was in my
backyard early one evening.  We never even made it to my bedroom, just
laying out in the grass and me slipping my boner up her loose shorts, past
the edge of her panties, and into Jennie -(TM)s hole.  There was a little
more to it, kissing and pulling her blouse up while I played with her tits,
but mostly it was about me levering her legs apart while flooding her with
another dose of cream.

   A couple of days later we wound up in her room, where it had all begun,
and I had a chance to spend a full two hours alone with a naked girl, my
naked girl, and all for me.  That was the best time, when we could just
relax and play with each other -(TM)s bodies.  Mostly it was me playing
with her, even getting her to talk me through eating out her pussy.  It
sounds easy, like just licking with your tongue, but for a whole half hour
I did nothing but lick and suck and finger her clit and hole, all the while
encouraging her to give me feedback.  I learned a lot about girls and at
the end of her tutoring session my face was slick with Jennie -(TM)s
wetness and boy was she ready to fuck me.

   It was like that for another week or so, every couple of days finding a
new way for her to ease the pressure building inside my balls.  Then there
was the evening she came over after dinner while her mother helped her
little brother, Timothy, with some homework.  My dad was watching
television and I slipped Jennie into our garage.  I was happy, sitting on
an old chair, pulling Jennie up onto my lap and pushing her down onto my
pole, telling Jennie to fuck away and let me fill her yet again.  This is
when she stopped me, riding me up and down for a couple of minutes before
breathlessly leaning into me and saying she wanted to stop.  When I asked
why, she whispered out that she was afraid of getting pregnant.

    -œWhat do you mean?  I mean, I know about getting a girl pregnant, but
we -(TM)ve been doing it for a week and you weren -(TM)t afraid.  What
happened? -

    -œIt -(TM)s my period stupid.  It stopped just over a week ago. - She
waited for me to say something, for awareness to dawn on me, but I showed
my ignorance by finally blurting out,  -œYeah.  I know.  And it -(TM)s been
great.  So what? -

   Jennie sat up, still impaled on my raging boner, her face wet from
perspiration and breathing in gasps, obviously into the fuck but also
worried about carrying my kid.  She looked into my face and in all
seriousness said,  -œDon -(TM)t you pay attention in biology class?  My
period was over like a week ago, which means pretty soon I -(TM)m going to
let loose with an egg the size of a bowling ball, and all your sperm are
going to head straight for it.  That -(TM)s how girls get pregnant. -

   I knew that, or at least the basic facts were sitting there in the back
of my brain.  I shrugged, felt up her ass, loving the feel of my cock still
embedded in her very wet and warm pussy, and leaned in to give the top of
her head a quick kiss.

    -œOh, yeah, I get it, but what -(TM)s the difference between what we
did yesterday in your room and what we -(TM)re doing now? - I pulled her
in for a hug, turned Jennie -(TM)s face up for me to kiss her, and tried in
my most loving voice pushed my own selfish agenda.   -œDoesn -(TM)t this
feel good to you Jennie?  I love having you with me, holding you and being
inside you.  Let -(TM)s finish this, let me make you feel good, and we can
talk about it later. -

   Jennie didn -(TM)t say any more so I went back to what I was doing,
pulling her ass up so that I could push her back down and impale her on my
cock.  Up, down, repeat.  It may sound like I was being a real unconcerned
jerk, but it did remind me that I couldn -(TM)t take Jennie -(TM)s
welcoming pussy for granted.  I slowed down a bit and snuck a hand down to
play with her clit, whispering out how much I cared for her, and holding
off until I knew she had wet my lap.  I -(TM)m not kidding here.  I came to
know that when Jennie had a real orgasm, she -(TM)d let loose with as much
liquid as I did, a sure sign that it was finally my time to fill her up.

   In the end, I got what I wanted, a full load of cream flooding Jennie,
our shared releases dripping down onto my lap as I held her tight and came
down from my sexual high.  I was living a wonderful life, a fantasy most
boys never get to bring to reality, but Jennie did insist on reminding me
of parts of reality I didn -(TM)t want to think about.

   Let -(TM)s be clear: I knew all about the dangers of getting a girl
pregnant and why guys should wear a condom.  Jennie didn -(TM)t know it but
I had a pack of condoms hidden back in my room, all unused because the long
lust-fueled relationship I had been hoping for with a classmate in the
early spring never got beyond the first couple of dates.  I knew why girls
wanted guys to wear condoms, but I had discovered the joy of exploding wild
and free inside of Jennie, of lining her twat with my cum and loving the
thought of my seed filling her.  It was a real turn-on to go in raw and
naked and let go inside of this hot little girl.  Like any other guy, I
didn -(TM)t like having to pull out a piece of latex that would prevent my
seed from swimming around inside of her and claiming her hot little pussy
as mine.  Still, she had a point and I listened.

    -œSeriously, I don -(TM)t want to get pregnant.  It -(TM)s just that I
-(TM)d get something myself but no way I can get it on my own, and what I
was using before has gotten kind of old.  It just doesn -(TM)t fit right
anymore.  You promise you -(TM)ll get some condoms? -

   More than anything I wanted to know about what she used to use, and who
with if her motorcycle guy was gone, but figured she -(TM)d just tell me I
was being nosey.  No other girl was around waiting to open her legs to me
so I just went with anything Jennie wanted.

    -œI promise.  I -(TM)ll pick some up tomorrow.  But you -(TM)ve got to
promise to come by tomorrow afternoon so we can try them out.  Right?  Do
you want them ribbed or flavored or anything? - I conveniently left out
the condoms I already had and tried to use a bit of humor to get Jennie to
calm down about the whole pregnancy thing.  And me doing something for her
did allow me to expect some return favor, so I figured I came out on top.

    -œNo, I don -(TM)t care.  Whatever you get.  Sorry, but I just don
-(TM)t want to get knocked up just yet.  I mean, guys will never get it,
the fear of being pregnant.  It -(TM)s totally unfair. -

    -œSure, I get it, and I -(TM)ll get the condoms, but aren -(TM)t there
other kinds of birth control?  You know, like patches or stuff?  I -(TM)ve
read about those.  They keep girls from getting pregnant.  I mean, what did
you used to use? - I pulled Jennie in, kissing her hair while
simultaneously playing with one of her tits, showing how much I cared but
also getting more information about her past.

    -œThanks.  I mean it.  My other stuff was never even meant for me. 
Just something I got from a friend and I don -(TM)t trust it anymore.  I
-(TM)ve heard about the patch and stuff.  I guess if I -(TM)m going to high
school I -(TM)d better know about all of that, right?  Guys always seem to
think about sex first and everything else afterwards. -

   I didn -(TM)t want to think about Jennie going with any other guy, but
if she was going to look into getting some birth control of her own, maybe
I wouldn -(TM)t need to worry about buying any more condoms.  And besides,
just as Jennie started talking about looking into some birth control of her
own, I was able to pull her hand over and had her pay some attention to my
re-energized dick.

   We were still sitting on that old chair in the garage, my pants down to
my ankles, her shorts tossed to the side, and I didn -(TM)t feel like
ending the night right then.  I -(TM)ll have to give it to Jennie for being
willing to do what I wanted and needed, even if it wasn -(TM)t always in
her best interest.

   Even as my last load of cum was dripping down from between her legs and
onto the concrete floor, I was able to pull her over to start cleaning off
my cock and sucking another load out of me.  She seemed fine with that,
licking off everything my cock had pulled out of her, and five minutes
later I was approached the zone of no return.  She was kneeling between my
legs, using one hand to stroke me while keeping me wet and happy with her
tongue and an occasional suck with her lips.  Then the realization of my
climax overwhelmed me and I moaned in appreciation.   -œJennie, I -(TM)m
gonna cum, - and my balls just pulsed out a hard couple of spurts into her
face.

    -œOops, - she said, almost with a squeal, like she -(TM)d never seen
anything like it before, but as my long lines of cum splattered over her
face and hair, she pulled my cock over and sucked it in with her mouth. 
Really.  Instead of being disgusted and pushing my cock away, she pulled it
in and sucked me down, doing her best to suck and swallow the rest of my
release.  I didn -(TM)t even have to hold her head in, controlling my urge
to push in or force myself down her throat.  Just on her own Jennie gave me
one of the best blowjobs ever.  Not as good as creaming her pussy, but
still a boner-inducing something to think about after she had gone home.

   Of course, her face and hair was still covered by a couple of long lines
of my jism, and I had the brains to eventually make it into the house for a
warm wet towel to wipe her off with.  I couldn -(TM)t do much with the gob
of goo in her long auburn locks, but as I wiped off her face I was able to
whisper out how special she was to me.  And no lie, she really was.  I was
really getting hooked on the girl.

   She came over as soon as I texted the next day.  Used a condom, which
was kind of gross since I had to pull it off and flush it all down.  I
complained a little, but it was still a fuck of a lot better than me
jacking off in the shower.  So it went, for the next couple of weeks, and I
mean almost every day.  I even changed my work schedule to be home when her
mom was away, and Jennie was so happy to have me using a condom she pretty
much let me have full run of her body.

   I know it sounds childish or, as my dad would say, juvenile, but it was
really nice having a naked girl just let me do whatever I wanted with her.

   Let me tell you, Jennie was a hot looking girl, with long soft curls and
a perfect little body, slim waist and hips and with really nice tits I knew
would grow bigger as she went through high school.  She was pretty, sure to
be incredibly beautiful in a few more years, and there she was, laying on
my bed, naked and happy to let me touch and play with her as much as I
wanted.  The need to use condoms was a small price to pay, and besides,
there was a bunch of other stuff I got her to do.

   Like when I she let me try anal.  She had rolled over after grinding
down on me, her being on top seeming to be her favorite position because it
gave her more control.  We had talked and played around a little, and when
she tucked her knees under her and smiled at me while wagging her ass, it
seemed like she was asking for it.  I was just going to do her doggie
style, but when I played my raw and uncovered cock around her anus just for
the fun of it, she pushed her ass back as though that was her hole of
choice.

   That -(TM)s when I pushed the leaking tip of my cock against her anus
and without even thinking about it I pushed half of my tip into her. 
Jennie suddenly looked back and asked what kind of lubricant I was going to
use, like I knew what I was doing.   -œI don -(TM)t know, - I blurted out,
feeling a little shamed at being caught for wanting to ream her ass.

   It also kind of shocked me that she was the one with all the
information, but I came back with a following reply that made it seem like
I wasn -(TM)t a total newbie.   -œI could use a condom.  They -(TM)ve got
lubrication. -

   She rolled back over and sat up, and in a normal everyday voice said, 
-œNo, no need.  Don -(TM)t think I -(TM)m going to get pregnant if you cum
up my back hole.  Just grab some oil, like olive oil.  That works okay. -

   I went along with it, pretending that I had done it all before while
ignoring the obvious fact that she seemed to be really knowledgeable about
some guy pushing through her rear door.  Her butt hole was really tight but
not really a problem with a layer of oil dripping off my cock.  I -(TM)d
already filled a condom while pounding into her twat so it took a while of
pumping into her ass before finally climaxing with my balls pushed hard to
her ass cheeks.  Jennie seemed fine with it, groaning at first but then
letting me push my cock up to the hilt, like balls deep into her rectum.

   Just to let you know, I tried anal a couple of other times after that,
but Jennie didn -(TM)t seem to get much from it.  She -(TM)d go along with
it, pushing up her ass and groaning with the effort but never complaining.
It was OK for me, nice and tight and just dirty enough to get me hard
thinking of creaming all three of her holes in the same day.  Still, even
though her ass could take my entire length, and I loved being able to pound
my balls against her upturned ass, it just wasn -(TM)t the same as creaming
the inside of her pussy.  That was always the best.

   As we went through the summer months, just about all of my thoughts were
about what more I could do with Jennie.  She had other things, like
swimming practice and friends to see, but apart from work all I wanted to
do is pull her into my bed.  Sure, I had friends too and other things to
do, but a text from Jennie made me push them off the table.

   Unlike any of the other girls I -(TM)d had before, I learned a lot about
sex from Jennie, and she was more than three years younger than me.  I
learned a lot about feeling up a girl, kissing, tonguing a girl -(TM)s
tits, and of course fingering her clit.  Jennie had a certain way she liked
to be fingered, like not too direct or hard, and I made sure she was always
ready for me before I pushed into her.

   The best part for both of us was me eating her out.  She seemed fine
with giving me a blowjob or cleaning me off after I -(TM)d shot my wad
inside of her, but she never walked through the door and asked to swallow
the contents of my balls either.  Totally different with me.  I couldn
-(TM)t get enough of eating her pussy and more than once I told her to pull
her legs back so I could pry open her slit and drink her down.  I -(TM)ll
bet half the orgasms she had were with my lips wrapped around her clit, and
I didn -(TM)t mind all the liquid I got to drink out of her either.  She
was kind of embarrassed when how wet my face got, like it was a really
dirty secret, but she looked forward to my face pushing into her twat
almost as much as I did.

   As I learned about what girls want and specifically what Jennie liked, I
did a lot of experimenting on my own, just playing around and doing what
any boy might like to do with girl.  The one time that keeps coming back to
me was when we were in my bedroom one hot July afternoon.  I had finished a
wonderful hour of sucking and licking and then fucking Jennie.  I had
turned around so that Jennie could lick clean my cum-slathered cock and I
pushed my face between her legs to watch what I had just deposited inside
of her slowly seep out between the folds of her pussy.  Kind of sick but I
really enjoyed doing stuff like that.

   This time I had a new idea of what I could do with her.  Pulling my
hardened cock out of Jennie -(TM)s mouth, I ran to the kitchen and returned
with a banana.  Jennie knew exactly what I wanted to do.  As ever she let
me have my way.  I had her kneel up on the edge of the bed and as I held
the peeled banana up with one hand, she lowered herself down, impaling
herself on the long thick white fruit.  There I was, kneeling on the floor
and watching her go up and down on the banana, her hands holding my head
for balance.  My other hand reached up to play with her tits, but then
moved down to thumb her clit.

   Jennie normally just put up with my antics, but this was one time she
really got something out of it.  After about five minutes of grinding her
twat down on the banana she quickened her movements, her moans turning to
sharp shrieks that I -(TM)d learned meant she was climaxing.  Still holding
the banana up, a small river of warm liquid began to cover my hand, Jennie
finally losing all control and leaning all of her weight onto my shoulders.
That -(TM)s when I pushed the entire length of the raw banana inside of
her, Jennie -(TM)s only reaction being a loud groan.

   Pulling her off the bed, I lay her on the rug and turned her over.  With
the banana stretching out her pussy, I used my re-energized cock to fill
her ass from the back.  As I was pushing the tip of my cock against her
anus, she groaned and said,  -œYou guys are all so sick. - Yeah, so I was
just like other guys, but she didn -(TM)t seem to mind, pushing her hips
back and helping me ream her rear.  She claims she never did get all of
that banana out of her and it remains my one go-to memory when I -(TM)m
forced to jack off into the sink.

   What more can I say?  For a teenage boy, having a girl like Jennie
living right next to me was better than any heaven the priest down the
street could promise.  During that first month we developed a kind of
routine, seeing each other every couple of days or so depending on where
her little brother was and what time her mother was going to come home from
work.  Sometimes my place, like when her brother was busy playing a video
game, or even in her back yard under the apricot tree.  Even having to use
a condom, slipping into her really made life worth living.

   When Jennie felt her body prepping for her flow, she teased me with a
text, saying that if I really wanted to I could go without a condom.  It
was just about a month since I -(TM)d walked in on her, so you might say
this was our one-month anniversary.  I walked over and found her alone in
the house, and within a minute I had pushed her back onto the couch, one
leg locked up high over her head, her dress pushed up to her chest and my
cock pushing past her panties.

   Normally I would have taken the time to undress her and play with her
tits, maybe get her to suck me into a full erection, but it had been a few
days and I was in a raging need to unload inside of her.  When I felt how
wet she was, like she had poured a bottle of hot oil between her legs, I
popped the head of my cock into her and drove it home.  Hands under her
ass, my chin locked over her head, I remember pounding hard into her for a
good five minutes, balls slapping her ass hard and loud.  When I finally
climaxed, my balls jerked up so hard on cuming inside of her that it almost
hurt.

   I don -(TM)t know how long I was there, cock still pushed deep inside of
her, my chest crushing her down into the couch.  Maybe just a couple of
minutes, but I finally grew aware of Jennie pushing up with an elbow and
thought I should move some weight off her so she could stretch her legs out
and take a full breath.  I still didn -(TM)t want to disconnect, to pull
myself all the way out of her, but I did rise up and give Jennie some
space. Then came the inevitable and as I moved back my softened length of
manhood popped out.  That -(TM)s when I pulled Jennie down to the floor
with me, holding her tight, kissing the top of her head and enjoying the
feel of her body next to mine.

   I realized I had lost control, had totally pounded myself into her that
last minute or two and thought I should admit it before she voiced any
anger of her own.   -œWas it okay Jennie?  You -(TM)re so hot down there
and so tight.  It felt so fine to be able to unload inside of you without a
condom.  I really couldn -(TM)t hold myself back.  Really sorry if I hurt
you. -

   She paused then rolled her head sideways and kissed my chest before
replying.   -œNo, it was fine.  Kind of too much at the end, like when you
were holding me down and thrusting in all the way, but I -(TM)m okay. -

   After another pause she asked a question of her own that I can still
remember to this day.   -œI guess it always feels good to you, like when
you -(TM)re inside me, but do you always lose control like that?  Do guys
always go kind of crazy and shit when some woman opens up her legs?  Sure
seems like it.  One flash of the panties and guys totally lose it. -

   I -(TM)d never thought about it before, but it was true.  After you go
so far with a girl, you can -(TM)t stop, can -(TM)t pull back, and I told
her so.   -œYeah.  If it -(TM)s just you sitting next to me then you can
tell me to stop, but after feeling you up and seeing you naked, there
-(TM)s only one thing I want.  But I can go a little slower, you know,
control myself, even after I -(TM)m inside you.  It -(TM)s really hard, but
if you tell me what to do, I -(TM)ll try my best.  If you let me cum inside
of you, I -(TM)ll do anything you want. -

    -œRight, - she said.   -œAs long as I let you fuck me and cum inside
of me and crush me and maybe get me pregnant, then you -(TM)ll do anything
else I say. -

   I could hear her smiling even if I couldn -(TM)t see her face, but she
did have a point.  I almost apologized for sounding like such a jerk, but
then she said something that got my cock more than a little excited.  
-œWanna know something?  When men have an orgasm, I can feel it.  Like I
-(TM)m filled with something nice and warm, you know?  Just like with you
on the couch.  I -(TM)m kind of enjoying the fuck too, not even wanting you
to stop, but then you cum and I -(TM)m really aware that you -(TM)re doing
something inside of me, like peeing but with all your sperm.  Not the same
with a condom, but even then I can feel your cock jump inside of me.  It
-(TM)s a really awesome feeling. -

   That shook me.  It reminded me that Jennie probably had a lot of
experience in a guy -(TM)s bed that I just didn -(TM)t want to think about.
Just then I wasn -(TM)t sure if she was talking about all the men I never
knew she had felt cum inside of her or if she was just focusing on me as
her go-to man.  I had the brains not to ask.

    -œI -(TM)m glad you enjoyed it, - I joked, squeezing her bare ass with
one hand.   -œFucking you is mind blowing.  I -(TM)m glad you get something
out of it.  I wish I could fill you a dozen times a day.  Kind of sad that
I -(TM)m limited to two or three times.  After that my cock just won -(TM)t
do what I say. -

   That -(TM)s when she sat up, looking me in the eye and smiling and
saying,  -œTwo or three times?  Meaning you want to do a couple more times?
Like right now? -

    -œOh yeah.  I mean, wouldn -(TM)t you like to cum too?  Did you have an
orgasm?  It -(TM)s hard for me to tell sometimes. -

    -œNo, - she replied,  -œbut it -(TM)s alright.  It only happens
sometimes.  Really nice when I do, but don -(TM)t feel bad.  At least you
care enough to ask.  A lot of guys don -(TM)t. -

   Ouch.  I didn -(TM)t deliver, just like a lot of guys.  I could have
gone all crazy and asked about all those guys but I kept my cool and leaned
in for another kiss.   -œI really want you to have lots of orgasms.  The
more you want to fuck me, the happier I -(TM)ll be, right? -

    -œIt -(TM)s alright, - Jennie said, holding my one hand in her two
small hands.   -œI don -(TM)t mind sex with you, not if you need it, but I
-(TM)m kind of sore right now.  You OK with that? -

   What could I say?  I knew I -(TM)d sound like a jerk if I insisted on
doing her again, and however much I needed her I also wanted her to think I
cared about her.  To be honest, I really got off on Jennie liking sex, like
moaning out about how good it felt for me to fuck her.  I kind of knew some
of it was an act, but I was happy to go along with it and play my part of
the game.

   So, what could I say?   -œIt -(TM)s okay.  I guess it -(TM)s my fault
you -(TM)re so sore. - At least I hoped it was all because of me.  Really
didn -(TM)t want to think about some other guys taking her on while I was
at work.  Not that she -(TM)d ever say so.  I was still able to get her to
suck my balls dry, and afterwards I got to sit behind her while watching a
favorite cable show while feeling up her tits.  I never could get enough of
that either, and it was something she didn -(TM)t mind.

   That -(TM)s the way it went for that next couple of months.  Again,
total heaven for a boy not yet out of high school.  Work and sleep and sex,
a lot of sex.  I kind of expected it, always working out a way to open
Jennie -(TM)s legs and bury myself inside of her, and she seemed fine with
it.  We worked out different ways to meet up, texting back and forth,
sometimes in the afternoon in my bedroom, sometimes at her place.  It took
some talking but by mid-summer I was even climbing into her bedroom window
maybe twice a week.  Always late at night, and not always with her being
happy at me waking her up.  Couldn -(TM)t do much, just snuggle and try to
be quiet while burying my boner inside of her.  Always worked out fine for
me, slipping on back into the darkness an hour later, and she never locked
her window to keep me out.

   Not that it was all sex, but she didn -(TM)t want her parents to know we
were together, like a couple, so I couldn -(TM)t just walk in and tell her
mother I was taking Jennie out to the movies.  We -(TM)d have to meet at
places, like for ice cream or miniature golf or a movie, and that was fun,
but she always had to pretend she was out with one of her girlfriends or
something.  A couple of times over that month I got to use my father -(TM)s
car and I picked her up at a local park and went for a drive and out to a
real restaurant where they gave us menus and took our order.  That was
different, but Jennie was impressed.  We had a great hour to ourselves in
the back seat in that same park.  Still, at the end of the date she had to
go home alone.  It sucked but it worked.

   In the middle of all that my supply of condoms started to dwindle down.
Being a guy who pays attention in class, I mentioned that we could stop
using condoms since her period was probably due.  That -(TM)s when she said
that she -(TM)d been to some health clinic and gotten some birth control
and that she -(TM)d been using the patch for more than two weeks.  I got
kind of steamed, at her just throwing out that kind of information for the
first time and also for not letting me know earlier.  If she had birth
control, why force me to use condoms?

   She just shrugged, said she was going to tell me earlier but wanted to
make sure the birth control was really working first.  She showed me the
patch just under her arm, said she had to follow strict rules about when to
use it, and essentially made me feel like a jerk for questioning her.

   The rest of the afternoon went a lot better, twice with long hard fucks
ending with me creaming her as deep as she -(TM)d let me push it in.  The
first time Jennie was in her favorite place, riding me from on top, and
when she finally pulled herself off my softening cock, it was like a
waterfall when my cum started dripping down onto my chest.  With no condom
flavoring my dick Jennie was fine with scooting back and sucking me back up
for that second run through her bush.  Forget the anal.  There -(TM)s
nothing like going raw and letting loose inside a girl -(TM)s hungry little
snatch, and Jennie had the perfect place for me to do that.  Thank you
science for birth control.