Wanderings
(c) 2002 Anais Ninja anais_ninja@hotmail.com
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Note: This is my story. The names and details have been changed to
protect the privacy of those involved. Some of this account has been
reconstructed from memory, but most of it has been based on a journal I
kept during these years.
Chapter One - Learning to Walk (mf ff inc mast oral)
1969
It's my earliest memory. I'm three years old, sitting in a tub of
lukewarm bathwater. My father is bathing me, rubbing between my legs
with a soapy washcloth.
Then he's naked, kneeling next to the tub, holding my hands around his
penis.
I remember his exasperation, his impatience over my toddler's attention
span. I don't remember thinking that this was wrong or forbidden, but I
do recall that something was expected of me and I wasn't doing it right.
Then he was out of my life.
It wasn't until I was older that I found out why my parents had
divorced: my mother had caught him with the babysitter, who was all of
thirteen years old. This was nearly thirty years ago, before sex
offender registries, and his only penalty was a divorce and a one-way
ticket out of town. He left Florida for Arizona, re-married, and that
was that.
* * *
1977
My mother re-married as well, a Cuban emigre named Ramon. A widower
with two sons, he moved in with us right after the wedding. I ended up
sharing my bedroom with Del and Paco, 11 and 9, respectively. I was ten
years old, a skinny girl with blonde hair and green eyes.
I cried as half of my bedroom furniture was moved out to the garage to
make room for the boys' bunk bed. My mother tried to comfort me, but
that made Ramon angry for some reason, so she left me to sob on my bed
and went to help Ramon with Del and Paco's boxes.
That first night I couldn't sleep. I lay on my bed with my back to the
boys, listening to the bunk bed make squeaking sounds as they
masturbated. I wanted to crawl in to bed with my mother, like I did
when I had a bad dream or there was a thunderstorm, but I could hear her
and Ramon making love through the house's thin walls.
After my father had left town, when it was just my mother and I, she'd
let me sleep with her. She'd hold me, rock me to sleep, whispering
"Just you and me, Annie. Just you and me," in my ear. I felt safe,
loved, wrapped in her strong arms. That night in my bed, listening to
two strangers jerk off in my room, I never felt so alone in the world.
To Ramon I was an annoyance at best, and a reminder of my mother's
previous marriage at worst. He wouldn't talk directly to me, wouldn't
look me in the eye, and that first Christmas he didn't bother to give me
a gift, even though my mother had bought gifts for his sons.
Del and Paco mirrored their father's attitude. They'd keep to their
side of the room as if a white line had been painted down the middle of
it. Most of their time was spent in the yard playing catch with a ratty
pair of baseball gloves and a scuffed ball they'd brought with them from
Cuba. I savored my time alone in my room, reading or constructing
elaborate fantasies with my dolls. Mostly reading, though.
Ramon worked on a party boat, taking tourists offshore to catch game
fish. He'd come home right before dinner, smelling of bait and diesel
fuel. My mother kept her job as a bank teller. She'd usually be home
before five, and though she was tired from standing all day, she'd still
have to cook dinner for everyone.
Whenever I was able, I would spend afternoons and evenings with my best
friend, Luci. We'd been classmates since kindergarten. Luci's mother
was single, a widow, so we had that much in common. Like me, Luci was
skinny, blonde, and an avid reader.
We were playing dress-up in her mother's bedroom one afternoon when we
found a box of magazines in the closet. It was a stash of dirty
magazines, property of her late father, and something her mother
probably didn't have the heart to throw out. Dress-up stopped while we
thumbed through the magazines, completely flabbergasted at what we were
seeing.
"Eeew," Luci squealed, pointing at a picture of a woman sucking a huge,
hard cock.
"Is he peeing in her mouth?" I asked.
"I dunno. It's white. Do boys pee white?"
"Naw, it's yellow," I said. I'd seen Del and Paco urinate a number of
times; they usually didn't bother closing the bathroom door for that.
We pored over the magazines for the rest of the afternoon, getting a
crash course in sex. Our education was interrupted by the sound of
Luci's mother pulling into the driveway. We hurriedly replaced the box
of magazines and tried to act nonchalant when Luci's mother came in to
check up on us.
The rest of that week was spent going through every magazine in the box.
Only a few of them were in English, the rest being in French, German,
Spanish, and another language I didn't recognize at the time, probably
Swedish or Dutch. I persuaded Luci to let me take a couple of the
Spanish ones so I could have Del translate the captions. She
reluctantly agreed, and I left that afternoon with two of the magazines
in my book bag.
After dinner that evening, I went to my room to do my homework. Del and
Paco went out to play some catch before it got dark. I rushed through
my math assignment and tried to study for the next day's spelling test,
but my mind was on the magazines in my bag. I put away my homework and
closed the door. After changing into my nightie, I sat in bed with one
of the magazines tucked inside a copy of Life.
The first set of photos showed a well-tanned woman sitting by a swimming
pool. She was applying suntan lotion to her bare breasts, making them
glisten like a well-basted turkey. She covered her body with the
lotion, her hands lingering on her taut thighs, her legs spread,
exposing her vagina.
On the next page, she was caressing herself down there, parting the thin
little lips that grown-up ladies had. There was a close-up picture of
her sex, bright pink flesh surrounding a dark hole. I put the magazine
aside for a moment and reached for a hand mirror. After skinning off my
panties, I spread my legs and looked at my cunny, examining it closely
for the first time ever.
Unlike her, I didn't have any hair down there, and my flesh wasn't
nearly as pink. Instead of the thin hanging lips, I had just a puffy
pair of outer lips, and my hole didn't seem as deep. I put the mirror
aside and continued reading the magazine.
The next page of photos showed her rubbing herself down there, two
fingers pinching the little button at the top of her sex while she poked
inside herself with her other hand. Her eyes were closed and her mouth
was agape; I thought she was in pain until I saw the smile on her face
on the next page.
On the last page of pictures she had the bottle of suntan lotion inside
her and her face was scrunched up as she pushed it inside her vagina.
Her back was arched and her breasts jutted out, glistening in the
sunshine. In the final picture she was smiling as she licked the
bottle.
I put the magazine aside again and listened to Del and Paco tossing
their baseball back and forth. It took me a minute to realize what the
woman in the photos had just done to herself; it was what Del and Paco
did every night and most mornings in their bed.
I reached under the sheets and tentatively touched myself, poking at my
cunny with my index finger. Unlike the woman in the magazine, I was dry
and tight. My little sex resisted my attempt to enter it. I licked my
finger and tried again, slowly pushing until it hurt. Wondering what I
was doing wrong, I consulted the magazine again.
Maybe it was the lotion that helped, I thought. As this was Florida, we
had plenty of that in the house. I put my panties back on and tiptoed
into the bathroom, returning to the bedroom with a tube of Coppertone.
I pulled my panties off again and got under the sheets, a dollop of
lotion on my fingers. Spreading my legs, I began to grease up my cunny.
It felt much better when I just rubbed the outside and didn't try to
poke my fingers inside my sex.
I kept rubbing while I returned to the magazine. The next photo spread
showed a woman with two men sitting on a big leather couch. She sat
between them while they took her clothes off. Then all three were naked
and she had one man's cock in her mouth while the other man kissed her
titties. Then the other man kissed her down there and there was a small
close-up shot of him licking her pussy.
On the next page there was a picture of her with both of their penises
in her mouth, and then she was on her knees on the couch, her face
buried in one man's crotch while the other man licked her behind. I
thought that was sort of gross so I went on to the next page, where one
of the men was sticking his dick in her pussy while she sucked the other
man.
I had been idly rubbing myself down there and it felt okay, but after
seeing that picture of the dick in her pussy my sex began to feel warm
and tingly and I could feel my little button above my pee hole begin to
swell. I put some more lotion on my finger and concentrated on that
area, and the more I rubbed the better it felt. I spread my legs wider
under the sheets and kept rubbing with one hand while turning the pages
with the other.
The last page of the photos showed the two men peeing their white stuff
on her titties, something I didn't find appealing at all, but she seemed
to like it and rubbed their cream into her breasts. I turned back to
the previous page and concentrated on the photo of her sitting in one
man's lap, his big, veiny cock inside her, while she sucked the other
man's penis. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine how it felt to have
a cock inside my cunny and what a cock tasted like, all the while
rubbing myself down there and rocking my bottom back and forth. The
tingling feeling grew stronger, spreading down my legs, and then it hit
me, a spasming wave of pleasure that seemed to knock the breath out of
me.
My fingers slowed down but didn't stop until I realized that I couldn't
hear Del and Paco playing catch anymore. I quickly closed the magazine,
still wrapped inside a copy of Life, and tossed it under my pillow just
as the boys opened the door to our bedroom. They ignored me as usual,
hanging their gloves up and stripping out of their clothes to get ready
for bed. I pretended to be asleep as I stole a peek at Del while he
changed. His cock was tiny compared to the monsters in the magazine.
That night, while Del and Paco masturbated, I didn't ignore them as I
usually had. Instead, I rubbed myself down there, too, and I kept
rubbing myself after their telltale grunts told me that they were
finished. This time I used both hands like the lady in the first photo
section, though it still hurt if I poked myself too deep. But by
concentrating on my little button I came faster this time.
I tried not to make too much noise while I did it, but I must have
gasped a few times and made the bed squeak because when I opened my eyes
I noticed Del looking at me funny. Then he smiled and rolled over and
went to sleep. And that was that.
It took a week before I got up the courage to ask Del about the
magazine, hoping that he'd translate what the people were saying and
maybe tell me what was going on in some of the photos, especially that
last set of pictures where it looked like a man had his dick in a
woman's bottom.
Even though Paco was a year younger than I was, sometimes I would help
him with his homework. We were doing his spelling lesson together one
evening when Del came into the room. I gave Paco the answer sheet to
copy and went over to my bed, where the magazines were hidden beneath my
mattress.
"Del? Can I show you something?"
He nodded, grudgingly. I pulled the magazines out and laid them on my
bed. His eyes went wide when he saw the covers.
"Holy shit. Where'd you get these?"
"My friend Luci had them in her mother's closet," I explained. "They're
in Spanish. Can you read them to me?"
Del said nothing. Instead, he took one of the magazines and sat on his
bed, thumbing through the pages.
"Well?" I asked.
"Yeah, sure. Later. Lemme look at this," he mumbled.
I sighed and went back to doing homework with Paco, but he was too
distracted by the cover of the other magazine. Eventually, he got up
from the desk and sat on my bed, thumbing through the pages like his
brother was doing.
I finished my homework and managed to grab the magazines back before my
mother came in to get us ready for bed. If she saw them we'd be in big
trouble, but I hid them just in time.
Barely a minute after our lights were turned off, Del had his flashlight
lit. He motioned for me to join him, so I grabbed the magazines and got
into his bed. We pulled the sheets over our heads and sat side-by-side.
Del started to read the captions of the first photo section, the one
with the lady by the pool.
"Alma likes to spend every day under the warm Catalan sun," he began to
read. "When she thinks no one sees her, she likes to give herself the
pleasure."
I held the flashlight as Del read the captions. He had one hand in his
boxer shorts, slowly stroking himself. Over his whispered voice and
heavy breathing, I could hear Paco jerking off above us, in the top
bunk.
After he finished reading the captions for the first spread, I asked Del
to skip to the last one.
"Esperanza has the hungry ass that wants to be filled," he read.
"What does that mean?" I asked.
"She likes it in the butt."
In the butt? Ewww."
"Some girls like that, I guess. That's how maricon do it, too," he
explained.
"What's a maricon?"
Del explained as best as he could, which wasn't very well. He wasn't
very clear on the concept of homosexuality, and he couldn't explain why
a woman would want a cock in her bottom when she had a perfectly good
vagina. Eventually, he got tired of explaining and just looked at the
pictures while he jerked off.
"Can I see it?" I asked Del, meekly.
"See what?"
"Your thing."
Del chuckled and put the magazine aside. He lifted his butt and pulled
his boxers down, freeing his hard little cock. I'd seen it before, when
he'd urinate with the bathroom door open, but never erect. The foreskin
was retracted, exposing his cockhead, and the whole thing throbbed in
time with his pulse. Del pulled the magazine back on to his thigh and
continued his stroking while I watched, fascinated.
I held the flashlight with one hand and rubbed myself through my cotton
panties with the other. I could hear Del's breathing grow heavier as he
masturbated. When he reached the last page of the photo spread he
lingered over one shot, a picture of the hungry ass of Esperanza stuffed
with hard cockmeat. The man she had been sucking had sprayed his white
stuff on her face and she was looking directly at the camera with an
expression of lust on her gooey face.
I looked up at Del, seeing something similar in his face. He licked his
lips and then his eyes stopped focusing on the picture and closed as he
softly gasped. I watched his stroking slow and then stop. There was a
tiny drop of clear fluid on the tip of his softening penis.
"Don't you make the white stuff?" I asked.
"When I am older," he replied after a minute's silence.
I had an urge to touch him but Del wanted to go to sleep at that point.
He took the flashlight, handed me the magazine to hide, and I slipped
out of the little tent of sheets and back into my own bed. Paco was
already asleep and snoring lightly. I slipped the magazines under my
mattress.
I wanted to rub myself but this time I didn't feel like doing it in the
room with Del and Paco, even if they were asleep. I drifted off to
sleep, my head full of unanswered questions about boys and cocks and
women with hungry asses.
* * *
The next day brought a few of those answers. I spent the afternoon at
Luci's, expecting to read magazines again. Instead of rummaging through
the box in the closet, Luci showed me the contents of one of the drawers
in her mother's bedside table.
There was a pink rubbery penis and a long plastic thing that buzzed when
you twisted the bottom. But best of all was a book, a "marriage
manual", with all sorts of interesting pictures and drawings. I pored
through the pages while Luci lay down on the bed and rubbed herself
through her panties with the buzzing thing. She kept doing it until her
legs started shaking and her bottom lifted up off the bed.
Then we traded. Luci thumbed through the book while I tried the buzzing
thing. When I touched it to my sex it sent tingles through my whole
body. I lay back on the bed and rubbed myself with it through my
panties, back and forth over my slit. It felt amazing, but it didn't
make my legs shake like Luci's. I put it aside and we looked at the
book together, trying to make sense of it all. But for every question
that was answered, two more would come up.
Luci wouldn't lend me the book, as her mother might notice it missing,
but she let me take two more magazines from the box in the closet. I
ran home with the magazines in my book bag, hoping to find Del and Paco
before our parents came home.
I expected to see them in the yard, playing catch as usual. Instead,
they were in our bedroom, looking at the two Spanish porn magazines I
had hidden under my mattress. Paco had his pants around his ankles and
was rubbing his little dick, while Del was completely naked and laying
on my bed, jerking off.
"Hey!" I shouted. "Who said you could do that on my bed?"
"Relax, chica," Del said, "I'll be finished in a minute."
Instead of arguing, I took off my dress and lay down on his bed and
started rubbing myself through my panties. Turnabout was fair play.
Paco looked up from his magazine, interested in this new development.
"Hey puta, get off my bed," Del complained.
"Chinga se," I replied, raising my middle finger at him. Paco giggled.
Del leaped off my bed like a panther. In a split-second, he was across
the room and on top of me. I tensed up, expecting him to start slapping
or punching me, but he started tickling me instead. Even Paco got into
the act, pulling off one of my shoes and attacking the sole of my foot.
"Ow, quit it! Del! Paco! Stop it!" I protested, trying to squirm out
from under him. I had nothing near his strength, and he had at least
fifteen pounds on me. All I could do was try to tickle him back, but it
didn't seem to affect him.
"Okay, okay, let me up," I gasped, out of breath from laughing so hard.
Del stopped tickling me but he didn't get off of me. Just then I
realized that he was rubbing his hardness against the crotch of my
panties. I felt the heat between my legs, both his and mine. I stopped
struggling and pressed my cunny against him, meeting his thrusts. It
felt more exciting than that buzzing thing Luci's mother had.
"You like this, chica?" Del asked. I nodded. He kept thrusting, his
hard cock rubbing the cleft between my legs. I ran my hands over his
smooth, strong back and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer. Out of the
corner of my eye I could see Paco watch us, fascinated, while he pulled
his little dick.
There was something about the way Del's ass tensed and relaxed in my
hands, the way his body felt on top of me, the way his cock rubbed my
slit. I felt like one of those sexy women in the magazines. I wanted
to make him orgasm (a word I learned from the marriage manual that
afternoon). I wanted to give him pleasure. Del was an intruder in my
world up to that point, along with his father and brother, but I wanted
to please him. Then I'd be like the sexy magazine ladies.
I felt Del pressing harder against me and then he shuddered, his ass
tensing up in my grasp. I felt a wetness on my belly between us. Del
rolled over and lay on the bed next to me, breathing heavily. There
were a couple of drops of his clear stuff on my stomach and panties. It
felt sticky like snot and turned white when I smeared it around.
I remembered the new magazines in my book bag, and got off the bed to
show them. Del leafed through them but put them aside when he realized
that they were in German, and went back to the Spanish-language
magazines. He sat on his bed with his brother reading them. Paco's
little cock was red from all his rubbing but he kept doing it anyway.
I was still excited and all tingly down there, so I took the German
magazines and lay on my bed reading them. Even though Del and Paco were
in the room, I pulled down my panties and took off my remaining shoe and
sock, feeling especially naughty to be naked in front of my two step-
brothers.
The German-language magazines were racier than most of the others in the
box in Luci's house. All the photo shoots were of one woman with two or
more men, sometimes as many as five men with one woman. Sometimes the
men did icky things, like peeing on the lady. Sometimes there would be
two women with one man, and one of the ladies would be smiling at the
camera as she helped the man put his thing in the other woman.
I reached for the tube of suntan lotion that I'd swiped the other day,
spreading some on my cunny. I tried to pretend that I was alone in the
room as I looked at the pictures and rubbed myself, but I noticed that
Del and Paco were looking at me instead of their magazine. I shifted on
the bed and spread my legs wider to give them a better view.
Knowing that they were watching was exciting me even more. I spread my
slit open with my fingers and slowly started to rub my button. The warm
feelings started to spread down my thighs and into my belly as I rubbed
faster. I could see that Del was hard again and stroking his member. I
remember thinking that I wanted to touch him, to rub his cock for him.
That's when it hit me. I guess it was my first full-blown orgasm, a
cresting wave of pleasure that made my legs shake like Luci's had that
afternoon. I let out a little cry that must have startled Del and Paco,
because they stopped stroking for a moment until I relaxed and fell back
on the bed. My little button -- that book called it a "clitoris" --
felt really sensitive to the touch, but I kept rubbing it slowly and
gently.
Paco got up from the bed to get a better look at my sex. He reached out
to touch it but I slapped his hand away.
"Ow! What you do that for?" he cried.
"You could ask me first, you know," I replied. I would have let him,
too, but the sound of my mother's key in the front door lock sent us
scrambling for our clothes. We managed to get dressed and toss the
magazines under the bed by the time she opened the door to check up on
us.
That evening, after lights out, the three of us sat naked under the tent
of sheets in Del's bed. We looked at one of the German magazines for a
while, until Paco spoke up.
"So, can I touch it, Annie?" he asked.
"Only if I can touch yours," I said. He nodded and reached for my
cunny. I grabbed his wrist.
"Be gentle," I said. He nodded again, and I released my grip.
His fingers softly grazed my lips, slowly penetrating deeper, slowly
pressing inside. It felt weird and sexy at the same time.
Then he hit my hymen, and I flinched with the pain. I grabbed his wrist
again.
"Sorry," he said.
"S'okay. Just rub the little lump at the top."
Paco nodded and started gently fingering me. Meanwhile, Del put his arm
around my shoulder and started caressing my thigh with his other hand.
I turned my head towards him and we kissed. It was the first time I
kissed a boy. Our lips were locked and we didn't know what to do with
our tongues, but it was unforgettable.
I laid one hand on Del's thigh and another on Paco's, caressing them
just as Del was caressing me. Del took my hand and placed it on his
cock as we broke off our kiss, and I felt his hand working its way up to
where Paco was rubbing me.
"That feels so weird," I said as I fondled his cock. I took Paco's dick
in my other hand, comparing the two. Paco's little stiffy was barely
three inches long, and his nuts were like two peas in a velvet bag. Del
had a bit over four inches and his balls were closer to olive-sized with
a sparse growth of downy hairs. I felt Del's finger press inside me as
I started to stroke my stepbrothers' erections.
"Like that?" I asked, sliding his foreskin up and down his shaft.
"Just like that, chica," he said. His warm breath spilled over my
shoulder.
Del's cock danced in my hand as I stroked it, the muscle inside tensing
up as my fingers glided over his shaft. Suddenly it twitched twice and
I felt his sticky stuff on my fingers. I thought about tasting it but I
wiped my hand on his sheets instead. Del started to lose interest in my
pussy, so he withdrew his finger and sniffed it before wiping it off.
I turned to Paco, who was still rubbing my button. His smaller dick
didn't twitch like Del's, but he seemed to be enjoying my stroking all
the same. It wasn't long before he came as well, but he didn't stop
rubbing me like his brother had. I held his dick in my hand, feeling it
get softer.
I started to get sore down there from Paco's finger, so I got up from
Del's bed and into my own. I put some lotion on my pussy and started
rubbing myself until the good feeling hit me. It wasn't as intense as
it had been that afternoon, but it felt nice anyway.
Paco had crawled into his top bunk by that time, and Del was already
asleep and softly snoring. I wiped myself off with my panties and put
them back on before falling asleep.
* * *
For the next few weeks we kept to our little routine, the three of us in
Del's bed fingering each other. Del and Paco even managed to make me
come a few times, but usually I'd have to finish myself off in my own
bed.
I'd spend most of my afternoon's at Luci's, reading those magazines or
the marriage manual and playing with her mother's sex toys. I managed
to stuff the buzzing thing inside me -- we found out it was called a
vibrator from an ad in the back of one of the magazines -- until I felt
something start to tear. There was a smear of blood on it when I pulled
it out, so I didn't try that again. But it felt really good when I
rubbed it on my button, and a few times I came really hard from it.
One afternoon towards the end of the school year, Luci and I went over
to my house instead. She had lost her key at school and it was raining
really hard. Del and Paco were in our bedroom playing with baseball
cards, so Luci and I decided to ignore them and play with my dolls on my
bed.
It was as if there was an imaginary wall down the middle of the room
until Luci started undressing one of my boy dolls.
"He doesn't have a dick," she said, disappointed. She took one of my
girl dolls and lifted its dress, sticking them together as if they were
having sex. This got Del's attention, and he looked up from his
baseball cards.
I pulled a magazine from under my bed, opening it to a photo spread of a
man and woman having sex on a couch. We looked at the pictures and
posed the dolls in various positions, pressing their smooth plastic
crotches together to simulate fucking. Luci glanced over at Del to see
if he was watching, and spread her legs wider to give him a flash of her
panties. I could tell by the way he uncrossed his legs that this was
having an affect on him. Finally, he got up off his bed and walked over
to us.
"Can I play, too?" he asked. I could see his hardness tenting his
shorts.
"Dolls are for girls," I said.
"Not the way you're playing," he said. He sat on the edge of the bed
and watched us between glances at Luci's legs. By this time we had the
clothes off of all of the dolls, their plastic limbs entwined in a toy
orgy.
"Is this the daddy?" Del asked, pointing out the male doll who had one
female straddling his waist and another sitting on his face.
"No, he's the man who came to clean the pool," I replied, echoing the
photo captions in the magazine.
"Why aren't the girls kissing?" he asked.
"I dunno," Luci said.
"You girls ever kiss?" Del asked. Luci and I both shook our heads.
"Why not?"
I looked at Luci and shrugged my shoulders. It never occurred to us to
kiss, despite seeing pictures of women together in the magazines.
"Wanna try?" Luci asked.
"Okay." I leaned in and our lips touched. They were softer than Del's,
and her tongue was more yielding. I touched her arm and felt
goosebumps. I remember thinking how strange that was, because I felt
hot and flushed, not cold.
"I liked that," Luci said.
"I did too." On an impulse, I pulled my dress off over my head. Paco,
still on Del's bed with his baseball cards, looked up in surprise. Luci
followed suit, unbuttoning her blouse and unzipping her skirt. In a
minute we both had our sneakers and socks off, sitting in bed wearing
only our panties. Luci leaned in for another kiss.
I heard a rustling of clothing and looked over at Del after the kiss.
He had stripped off his t-shirt and shorts and was fumbling with a knot
in his sneaker's shoelace.
"Take off your panties," Luci said to Del.
"They're not panties. They're briefs," he protested.
"They're panties!" I insisted, even though he was wearing plain white
boys' BVDs. "Del wears panties! Del wears panties!" He turned red and
took a swat at me, but I dodged his hand and tugged at the waistband of
his briefs. Embarrassed, he skinned them off and stood next to the bed
naked except for one sneaker. Luci's eyes were glued to his half-hard
cock.
"It's so small!" she said, giggling hysterically. Compared to the men
in the magazines, Del's cock was tiny.
"It's bigger than Paco's," Del stammered, blushing.
"Let's see," Luci said, "Come here, Paco." Reluctantly, he got up from
his baseball cards and approached the bed. Luci tugged at his t-shirt,
motioning for him to take off his clothes. He slowly complied. When he
was finally naked, Luci reached out to touch his limp little cock. Paco
bashfully pulled away.
"C'mon. I won't hurt you. I just want to touch it," Luci pleaded.
Paco edged closer as Luci reached out again, gently touching him.
"Have you touched it, Annie?" Luci asked. I nodded. Paco's cock
stiffened as Luci pulled back his foreskin. She carefully inspected his
nuts, gently squeezing them. Then she did something surprising. She
slid off the bed on to her knees and licked Paco's dick. Satisfied that
it didn't taste disgusting, she engulfed it with her mouth, making
slurping sounds as she sucked his stiffy.
Del and I were speechless. Paco was amazed. He just stood there
dumbfounded as Luci sucked him. Her head bobbed back and forth and her
mouth made soft sucking sounds. After a moment, Paco's amazement wore
off and he placed his hands on Luci's shoulders and started moving his
hips. He was smiling from ear to ear.
Del and I recovered from our initial shock, and as he lay back on my bed
I took his cock in my hand and started stroking him while we watched. I
laid my head on Del's chest and he caressed my back while I jerked him
off.
Luci had her hands on Paco's ass, grabbing his cheeks with each thrust
as she sucked him. Suddenly, Paco doubled over and withdrew from her
mouth. He sank to his knees and Luci kissed him on the mouth. As they
both stood up, I felt Del's hand on the back of my neck, pushing my head
towards his crotch until his cock was barely an inch away from my mouth.
There was a drop of clear fluid on the tip. I tasted it. Bitter, but
not too unpleasant. I extended my tongue and licked the swollen purple
head of his cock. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Luci and Paco
sitting on the bed and watching. I took Del's cock in my mouth, feeling
it twitch between my lips, and began to suck him the way Luci had sucked
Paco, my head bobbing in Del's lap as he gently stroked my back.
"Does that feel good?" I asked Del. He nodded and I resumed sucking
him. His cock twitched in my mouth as I cupped his hairless balls.
"Ow! Watch the teeth, chica," he complained. I opened my mouth wider
and used my tongue to keep from grazing him with my lower teeth. He
must have liked that a lot, because I heard him moan something in
Spanish. Then he grabbed the back of my head and I felt his ass lift
off the bed and his cock spasm between my lips, releasing a small spurt
of his juice against the roof of my mouth. The taste caught me by
surprise, and I pulled off of his cock and spit the liquid in the trash
can next to the bed. Del lay back on the bed with a satisfied look on
his face.
"What did it taste like?" Luci asked.
"Radish and pee," I replied, spitting again. I hated radishes.
I wanted Del to lick me, but my mother was due home soon. We all got
dressed again and put away the magazines, looking like innocent little
children when my mother walked into the room.
Later that night I sucked Del again, and tried to get him to lick me.
He did, albeit reluctantly and not very well. I had to bring myself off
afterwards. Paco wanted me to suck him as well, but my jaw was tired
and he refused to lick my cunny in return. We fingered each other for a
while but didn't get off, so we went to sleep.
The next day I asked Luci if she wanted to come home with me and play
with Del and Paco, but she insisted on going to her house instead. When
we got there, she led me into her mother's bedroom and started taking
her clothes off. I did the same and sat next to her on the bed,
wondering what she had in mind. Then she leaned over and kissed me.
I liked kissing Luci. She didn't stick her tongue into my mouth as far
as Del, and her breath tasted much better. When she broke off the kiss,
I felt a twinge of disappointment, but then she started licking my
nipples. It felt wonderful, like there was a direct line to my pussy.
I didn't want her to stop, but she started kissing me lower and lower
and I realized what was going to happen next.
We lay next to each other, head to toe. I felt her breath on my thighs
and I spread my legs. Her thighs were in front of my face so I started
to do what she was doing to me, kissing her legs and watching her smooth
skin break out in goosebumps. When I felt her tongue on the lips of my
cunny, I did the same.
I shivered when her tongue touched my little button, swirling around and
going back and forth. I found hers, teasing it with my tongue until it
swelled up and emerged from the hood of pink flesh that hid it. I slid
my hand under her hip and grabbed her bottom to hold her still as I
licked her hairless little slit.
Her breath grew harder and she began to squirm as I tongued her, so I
grabbed her bottom with both hands and started sucking her little button
as if it was a tiny cock. She started to squeal, though her voice was
muffled by my sex, and she pulled me closer to her mouth just as I had
done. Suddenly, she began to shudder and her thighs clamped together
around my head as she moved her pussy back and forth over my tongue.
Then she relaxed and continued to lick me as I pulled my face back and
caught my breath.
I started to probe her wet cunny with my finger when it hit me, the
biggest wave of pleasure I'd ever had. I tried not to clamp my thighs
around her head but they were out of my control. My stomach heaved and
I cried out as I felt it run through my whole body. It seemed to last
forever even though it was only a few seconds. When it was done, I
relaxed and rolled on to my back. Luci scooted around and lay on top of
me and we kissed again, our faces wet, our lips red and puffy.
"Wow," was all I could say.
"Yeah, wow," Luci echoed. Her big brown eyes were gleaming.
We licked each other again that afternoon, in between turns with the
vibrator. When it was time to go home I could barely walk. I took off
my skirt and top, changed into fresh panties, and took a nap until
dinner. This caused my mother to worry that I was coming down with a
cold or something, so she made me stay in bed that evening and kept Del
and Paco out of the room until it was time for bed. I savored the
privacy, rubbing myself until I was too sore to touch.
Luci and I were inseparable that summer, and I started to lose interest
in Del, though I'd still rub his and Paco's cocks every few days. I
could never get them to lick me, but as long as I had Luci to do that I
didn't care. I stopped kissing Del, too. Kissing Luci was more fun.
We had fun that summer, licking each other and playing with her mother's
vibrator. I managed to stuff it all the way inside me, though I felt
sore for days and ruined my favorite panties with blood. Luci did it as
well, but there wasn't any blood and she said it didn't hurt. We wore
out three sets of batteries that summer, and I almost got caught
stealing fresh ones from the supermarket. By August, we were also using
the pink rubber cock, but it wasn't as good since it didn't vibrate.
There were two weeks left before school when Luci came over with bad
news. She and her mother were moving to Ohio to live with her
grandparents. We sat in my room and cried for hours, holding each
other, kissing, crying some more.
On the day she was supposed to leave, I went to her house one last time.
The house was empty except for some suitcases and boxes in the hallway.
Luci's mother was loading up the car as Luci led me to her mother's
bedroom. We kissed, our hands roaming over each other. Then Luci
pulled away and grabbed a small box from the closet.
"Here," she said. "Don't open it until you get home."
"I'll miss you," I said.
"I'll miss you, too. Promise to write?"
"I promise," I said. We kissed again until Luci's mother called for
her. I held the box close to my heart as I watched her mother drive
away. Luci waved from the back seat. Half-blinded by my tears, I
trudged home and had a long, cleansing crying jag on my bed.
When no more tears would come, I opened the box Luci had given me.
Inside was the vibrator, the rubber penis, the marriage manual, and a
half-dozen of the dirty magazines. A note in Luci's handwriting
explained that her mother had thrown these out and Luci had retrieved
them from the trash. At the end of the note, Luci had written "I love
you." The tears began to flow again.
* * *
Nothing lasts forever, not even grief. My mother felt sympathy for me
and made me a special dessert every night for a week. Del and Paco
stayed out of my way during the afternoons, leaving me alone in my room
(afternoons were when I missed Luci the most). Even Ramon was nice to
me. Not that he was ever really mean to me; he usually ignored me. But
he actually bought me one of those pretty Cuban senorita dolls and let
me sit next to him on the couch and watch baseball with him.
By the time school started, I felt better. Luci and I wrote to each
other on a weekly basis. She was as miserable as I was at first, but
that soon passed. I made new friends at school and in the neighborhood,
but none that I could share what I had with Luci.
However, Luci's absence rekindled my interest in Del. He turned 12 that
September, and he was starting to take on his father's handsome look:
deep brown eyes and thick black hair. After I gave him two of the
magazines Luci had given me, he started to treat me more like a blood
sister. He even invited me to play catch with him and Paco, giving me
his old glove after he got a new one for his birthday.
Our nightly ritual began again, fingering each other under the sheets of
his bed while we read the magazines or the marriage manual. I'd suck
him, but only if he licked me down there, something he finally got the
hang of. We'd lay together licking each other while Paco would put
lotion on his dick and rub it between my ass cheeks. I loved the
feeling of being sandwiched between them.
Del's cock seemed to grow bigger every day, and downy black hairs
started to sprout on his balls and crotch. He started to squirt twice
in my mouth instead of just once, and I began to get used to the taste.
Even when his licking got me off, I'd use the vibrator to come again,
something Paco liked to watch.
For my eleventh birthday, Ramon bought me my own baseball glove. Girls
were just starting to join the local Little League teams that year, and
I made the team that spring. Because I'm left-handed, the coach put me
at third base and had me try out for pitcher. I didn't do too poorly
since I had played a lot of catch with Del and Paco during the preceding
fall and winter. After pitching my first winning game, Ramon looked
positively proud of me.
* * *
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