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I Don't SWIM Out To Troopships Anymore
By W.R. Jenkins (wrjenkins@hotmail.com)
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Okay. That's a misnomer. I never did seek out the
troops. But it captures the spirit of my tale. Once upon
a time I had to make the effort to find men, but now all
I have to do is stand still. But enough of this gossip,
let me tell my story.
My friends tell me I was never an awkward teenager.
If that is their perception, I'm glad I was able to pull
it off. I felt like an awkward teenager- unsure, always
sure someone would see through my front, always watching
the others to get a clue how to behave. I think they were
just lost in the same confusion and, like me, tended to
think everyone else had the answers they were trying so
desperately to find.
I think I was just more afraid of seeming awkward
and that made me seem aloof and scornful. That was
certainly the reason the boys saw me as a challenge. Boys
have it so much easier. They don't have the decisions.
Maybe it's harder to adhere to the code, but they all
know what it is. And it is the same regarding girls and
sports-score.
I think the boy's pecking order made it easier on
me. I was lucky that the first boy to seriously pursue me
was a junior, successful athlete and cool guy with a car.
Billy was probably the best catch a freshman girl could
land. At least in that narrow world of high school. He
was a blue chip on the social scene and surprisingly
patient with my 14-year-old nervousness.
I realize now that he was probably as nervous as I
was and probably as virginal. He didn't even try to touch
my emerging breasts until the third date and then it was
just a tentative rub over my sweater as we kissed
goodnight. I was ready for more. I had been wrestling
with the decision to go all the way since he first asked
me out and I was ready to surrender everything else but
willingly until I decided whether he would be my first.
At that point my sexual imaginings hadn't included
oral sex. The thought that we would put our mouths- down
there- hadn't been in the facts of life book I was
operating from. As it turned out, that was all that Billy
was willing to risk. He said it was a matter of respect
for me, but I think he was afraid I'd get pregnant and
make him marry me.
Once he saw I wasn't going to fight him, he
accelerated his attentions. After our fourth date we
parked and I let him work his way from over sweater to
under sweater and then capped the evening by unsnapping
my bra so he could touch bare tit. He didn't seem
interested in me touching him and as a lowly 14-year-old
I just sat and kissed and let him touch me.
I didn't know the prevailing code at my school
required going steady to give up bare tit, but Billy took
care of that on our next date. He gave me his ring when
he got to my house so I could have it on a chain around
my neck for our date. This was a BIG Friday night date
and he wanted me to be able to show off my trophy before
we got down to our now legitimized groping in his car
later.
This was the big compliments, swearing love date
with a plea to go in the back seat. I didn't know any
better. I was still waiting for him to want to go all the
way and now I had the ring I felt kind of obligated to
say yes. But I was way ahead of Billy.
He just wanted to take my sweater off and pull my
bra up so he could look at my tits while he touched them.
He did lay over me so I could feel his hardness between
my legs, but we just necked as he manipulated my breasts.
He did break new ground by kissing my breasts tentatively
just before he sat up with a harried, confused look and
said he better take me home.
Better for whom? I was ready to DO IT. I was
frustrated. Even his pathetic attempts at kissing my
nipples had me on fire and his hardness just a few layers
of clothes away had left a wet spot in my underpants. I
had my hand on myself as I scampered up the stairs and it
took me about half a dozen strokes of my fingers to give
me release after I flopped on my bed.
Maybe I was different- strange. Some girls said they
didn't like it. Some girls despised boys for trying. Here
I was afraid of being a slut because I wanted to hurry
Billy up and I knew that only a slut would give more than
the boy wanted.
But I wanted more. Billy had left me uncomfortably
agitated. I didn't know what to do, but I knew I wanted
more. My friend Terri came to my rescue. She didn't tell
me what to do, but she gave me an idea.
When I talked to Billy, I played the frightened
freshman. I told him how jealous my friends were of the
ring he gave me and that I was afraid that they would try
to win him away from me. I told him I was just a kid and
he was so much more experienced, but I wanted to make
sure I was as good to him as anyone else could be.
He assured me he was happy with me and that I could
trust him. I really couldn't push it, but I hoped that I
had planted a seed. Every time I could work it in our
conversations the rest of the week, I told him I wanted
to give him something special.
During the week, we didn't have enough time alone
for more than a little petting, but I was hoping that
this Friday would be the big day. I think Billy got a
little help from 'the guys' during the week. And from
what I know about boys, that entails a report back. I
know Billy looked a little hunted on our date.
Expectations were hanging heavy on his shoulders and I
hoped that would work in my favor.
Taking me to a school dance worked for me, too. The
guys got to encourage Billy all night with their
adolescent rude comments and I got more ammunition for my
claim that I had to move quick to keep my man. Really, it
was touching that Billy was so concerned about me as a
person, but as a person I wanted this- I wanted it bad.
I guess that makes me the one treating him like a
piece of meat, but at least I gave him, the person,
chance after chance to be my piece of meat. It was still
a world where only the most confident girl felt she could
choose her men and that wasn't me. Billy chose me and I
tried to get what I needed from him. I was at least that
loyal.
After the dance I was expecting great things. I
still couldn't picture how the whole sex thing should go,
but I thought this was the night I would fill in the
holes in my knowledge. Billy was more nervous that night
than I have ever seen him before or since. We cruised the
parking spots like he was afraid to stop. I think the
guys had told him they were going to watch him tonight. I
asked him what he was doing and he said the places were
too crowded. Well, I had the answer for that one.
There was a little dirt road by my house. It went
between houses and had little spurs off it to some of the
houses on my block. We had a shed in the back and his
car would nestle right up there out of sight of everyone.
He relaxed a little when he saw how secluded it really
was, even being in my back yard and all. He still looked
scared to touch me, but I think he felt safe from
discovery.
I wanted to go right into the back seat and Billy
wanted to talk. We compromised by talking on the lawn
beside the shed. He said he liked me a lot but that he
felt bad going so fast with a girl so young. He knew the
other boys were jealous too, just like I had said the
girls were. He thought it was wrong to feel so nervous
about it and would like to just do things that felt
comfortable. If (if?) it felt right we could do stuff,
but he wanted it to feel right and not just be what other
people expected.
I told him how I had felt that last Friday and he
was silent. I think I shocked him with my honesty. I told
him that was uncomfortable too and he laughed and
confided that he did the same thing when he got home.
Then why can't we do that together, I asked. This
was one of the first times we had talked person to person
and Billy really relaxed. He told me he liked me even
more right them because I was so 'neat'. I figured that
was a good time to strike.
I told him how much I still wanted this night to be
special and that we could just make up a story to tell
everyone else. We could do whatever we wanted together
and then tell people whatever we wanted. It was like us
against them. He liked the privacy of that.
We went in the shed instead of his car. It was dark
inside and we could block the door from the inside. There
was even a big old chair for us to cuddle in. I felt safe
enough to take off all my clothes but my shoes and socks
and I talked Billy into taking off his shirt and pulling
his pants down.
It was finally the kind of necking I had dreamed of.
We fit together in the chair, barely, pressed together
along our lengths of naked skin. He was afraid to turn
and face me unless his dick would somehow find its way
inside me, so I turned sideways to him as we kissed and
he fondled my breasts. He jumped when I finally got my
hand on a real, live actual boy's dick for the first
time, but I wasn't about to give up my prize.
When he tried to move my hand, I put his in my
crotch and went right back to it. It seemed like he had
fingered a girl before. At least he was good at it. I was
hoping that I was doing right by him as I explored his
cock with my fingers.
"You'll have to show me how to do it," I told him,
admitting it was the first male organ I had ever held.
"You're doing fine," he encouraged, "Just keep
touching it and it'll be great."
Our kissing had disintegrated from our need to pant,
but the real mutual genital stimulation was more than a
good substitute. I was taken aback when Billy said he
wanted to kiss me. I was confused when he started moving
away from me after he said it. He laid me in the chair
and moved down my body, taking away my toy.
That was my introduction. As I said, it was
something that hadn't occurred to me. I was going to
protest his kissing me where I pee, but before I could
get the words out, his lips touched me. Then his tongue.
That froze the words in my throat. I wanted more. I liked
it. It made me cum. It made me cum better than I could do
it myself.
At first he was afraid he was hurting me, but I
breathlessly assured him that stopping him was the last
thing on my mind. I begged him to keep it up and thanked
him endlessly as he used his mouth on me. I asked him to
do it to me then, but he declined.
I asked him how I could return the favor and he
tried to get me to jack him off. I had no objection to
that, but I felt like I owed him more for introducing me
to oral sex. When I got him to sit in the chair, I took
the same approach as he had and knelt to kiss his dick.
When he saw I was set on this course, he began to suggest
how I could better please him.
He was timid suggesting I take it in my mouth, but
once I had tried it I saw my course at once. It was an
interesting feeling to have his largeness filling my
mouth. He was warm and an exciting mixture of soft over
solid. He was a living thing in my mouth and my enjoyment
was only increased by his sighs and moans of pleasure as
I played with his cock in my mouth. I sucked it by blind
instinct, slowly like a popsicle. He urged me with
fingers gentle in my hair and I moved faster at their
guidance.
He made a cry of warning, but I didn't understand.
The first spurt was disgusting-I had the instant
impression of him spitting into my mouth. It gagged me
and I was still frozen from the shock when the next spurt
came hard on the heels of the first. I was pulling away
when the third flood shot into my mouth and I that one
didn't seem so bad. His semen was beginning to pool and
run down along my tongue to my lips and I found I could
contain his eruptions as long as they didn't hit the back
of my throat. I didn't want to seem like a quitter, so I
opened my lips to let the pool leak out and sucked him
again.
There wasn't much more shooting out. He was calling
me all sorts of nice things as he relaxed flung back in
the chair and then he tried to lift me up. I asked him if
that was okay and he said it was more than that- it was
great. He told me that most girls take their mouths off
before the sperm shoots out and just jack it off. He
liked it better the way I did it.
I told him how it gagged me at first, but that I
thought I had figured out a way that I could do it better
the next time. He said we should try to do it to each
other at the same time, but another night. He was worried
someone would miss us and come looking.
We were pretty much naked but I felt safe in the
shed. If anyone came to the small window it would pretty
much block out the only light that seeped inside and they
wouldn't be able to see anything- besides giving us a
warning. But his car was outside and there was no need to
tempt fate on this night.
I did have him go outside- after he dressed of
course- and try the window. I posed in the chair with my
legs spread wide towards the window and waited for the
light to black out. I gave him a minute and then pulled
on my clothes and met him outside.
"That's spooky," he said, "I knew you were in the
chair, but I still couldn't make out anything I could
recognize. I moved around trying to trick the light, but
I couldn't make anything out- not body part, not
nothing."
We decided that made it a perfect meeting place, but
we'd have to find some place to put his car that would
confuse the issue. I think we were both excited for our
own selfish reasons, but our selfish reasons had to do
with each other. I was glad I had a guy to do me and he
was glad he had a girl to do him.
It was a real chaste kiss at the door, considering
how we were kissing before, but somehow that felt so
grown up. We said good-bye quickly and then each rushed
off to their own reliving of the night. I fingered myself
to the memory of kissing his cock and came as I recalled
the feel of his seed choking me.
I only told Terri what had happened and I didn't
tell her every detail- like where we went. I did tell her
all about him kissing me down there and what it felt like
to have a boy's thing in your mouth. She told me she'd
heard about that from some of the older girls. They said
boys liked it better than sex and it was easier to do it
to them. She had been thinking about trying it herself to
keep from having to go all the way with her boyfriend.
She asked me all about how I did it and we promised
to compare notes every time either of us did it again.
We'd try stuff and trade secrets until we were the best.
Looking back, I am amazed at my fortune to be chosen
by Billy. There were no untoward looks in the halls from
boys or the other girls. No rumors reached back to me
that Billy had been boasting his luck. In fact, the 'hot
girls' still treated me like a little girl, which I took
with a knowing smile.
Billy and I decided that we didn't have to wait
until Friday to get together again. We could still go out
on dates, but we could meet for half an hour or so to try
out our new treat during the week without any one
suspecting.
He came over that night and we snuck out to the
shed. We tipped the chair over and put its cushion in
line with its back already naked and ready to play. Billy
laid down first and told me to squat over his face. When
I bent over to kiss his dick, he slid his tongue way up
inside me. I didn't think anything could get so deep
inside, but my wonder quickly dissolved in the incredible
feelings his tongue was giving me. In a strange way it
made me want his dick in my mouth all the more.
He made me cum twice before he pumped his semen in
my mouth. I swallowed it this time and we quickly
dressed, kissed good-bye and went home like nothing had
happened.
Billy never did want anything more than to eat me
and have me suck his dick. And, as these things happen,
we finally decided to break up. It was a good split. It
made both sets of parents happy and we never forgot our
friendship. And we never told anyone about the shed.
That was because Billy never stopped coming over for a
quick naked half hour with me until he graduated, not
matter who we were seeing at the time.
It didn't count. It wasn't a relationship, we were
reliving memories- old friend stuff.
I know I never felt guilty, but that would have been
easy no matter what I was doing behind Will's back. Will
was a jerk. I think he was having some kind of contest
with Billy that Billy didn't know about. Will came on
nice as pie, but from our first date he kept trying to
get me to go all the way with him.
I had been looking for someone to relieve me of my
virginity, but I immediately knew it wouldn't be Will. It
would make him too proud and he was a jerk. I let him
grope me and I think I gave him one hand job, but as soon
as Eric seemed interested I dropped Will like a bad
habit.
Eric was a smoothy as well, but at least he was
classy about it. I talked to Billy about him and Billy
said he really was a nice guy, he just got all these
ideas about how to treat women from men's magazines. I
even asked Billy if I should do it with Eric and he said
Eric would be noble about it and it would probably be
okay. He didn't think Eric would keep it a secret, but he
thought he'd be too cool to release details.
Keeping Billy as my friend was one of the (few)
smart things I did in my life.
The trump card for Eric was that his parents were
too snooty to run around checking on him and they had a
pool house where we could sneak off and be alone
together. I really wanted my first time to go smoothly
and by now I'd given up the romantic notion of picking
someone special to be my first. I was hooked on
practicality after my first two tries.
Of course, nothing went as planned. Eric had this
champagne seduction planned with me dressed in one of his
mother's peignoirs and he got busted. His dad noticed the
champagne was missing about ten minutes after Eric had
lifted it and he went looking for it. He knew a seduction
den when he saw it- after all they were his men's
magazines- and he took away Eric's toys.
Fortunately I wasn't there yet and when I arrived
Mr. Foster took us aside and told us he knew what was up.
He didn't want to trouble his wife with it, but he
thought it best if he took me home and we had a talk.
It is the only time I can remember my parents having
good timing. They were out for the night, so I listened
to Mr. Foster knowing he wasn't going to be able to tell
my folks. Of course that was a short term solution, but
it was better than none. But Mr. Foster wasn't
threatening to tell my parents. He was having a calm
discussion about the perils of teen-age sex and
precautions.
It seemed his favorite point was that teenagers were
inexperienced, clumsy and prone to mistakes. A girl
shouldn't evaluate sex based on them, it could be quite
fine when done properly. His real point didn't even occur
to me until there was an awkward pause after he had seen
me into my house and found no one home. Then I knew what
he was telling me. If I wanted it done right, he knew how
better than Eric.
He was very smooth about it and I could have just
ignored him, but his little talk had me thinking. I asked
him to stay a moment until I checked the house to give me
a minute to think. As soon as I did that, I didn't need
the time anymore. This was ultimately practical. I didn't
pick Eric because of any special affection I had for him,
I picked him because I thought he would finally do it
with me.
Now all I had to find out was if Mr. Foster was
really ready to do it or just a talker. I asked him to
help me look around and got him up to my bedroom. Then I
put my hands on his chest and told him what I was
thinking. I think I scared him at first- like I had
stepped out of a fantasy and startled him. I told him he
could trust me- I couldn't very well tell Eric I had let
his old man be the first and I hadn't given up on Eric.
He didn't say yes and he didn't say no. But when I
opened his
pants and took out his penis, he started to undress me.
He was a
careful and considerate lover, making sure I was very
aroused before
he even proposed putting his dick in me. He seemed
surprised and then impressed when I asked to suck his
cock and then did.
He told me I was very good at it, but seemed pretty
anxious to put his dick in my other end. He lay down and
then told me to climb over him so I would be in control
of how much I wanted to do and when. His cock felt soooo
good as it forced my lips open and got that little bit
inside, but then it hit the resistance and I got ready
for the pain everybody told me about.
It wasn't a big deal. Maybe older men do know how to
make it easy or maybe I was just ripe. I'm not saying it
didn't hurt, but not much more than a shot does- you know
one prick and it's over. It was more uncomfortable to
feel him fill me up as I slid down on his dick. You have
to get used to that feeling.
I didn't have long to get used to it because Mr.
Foster took his dick right out of me. I was crushed.
Billy made me feel better than that. But when he saw my
disappointment, Mr. Foster quickly explained he was going
to put it back in me. He had put his naked prick in me so
I would have the real feel the first time, but he had to
put on a rubber now before we had some of those
complications he had told me about in the car.
That was a relief. He let me put the rubber on for
him and then asked me how I wanted him to do me. Did I
want to be on top or in the normal position or on my
hands and knees or side or what? I knew I wouldn't be too
good at being on top because I would forget to move when
I came. Other than that I had no opinion. He said maybe
we should start at the beginning with the basics and had
me lay on my back.
It wasn't that much easier for him to get inside of
me without that troublesome hymen in the way. He still
felt way big for my tiny pussy and the rubber made him
seem all the huger. But at some point he hit something in
there that made me think of other things. It was like a
warmness spreading through me from my pussy out to the
rest of my body. I still had this feeling of fullness-
like after Thanksgiving, but I was getting warm and
juicy.
Then he fucked me. That other stuff was nothing. I
had been wasting 90% of my concern on 10% of the fucking.
When he started moving that thing in and out of me,
everything changed. All the subtle little feelings of
warmth and fullness disappeared behind the big feeling of
him rubbing that dick in and out of my cunt. I didn't
have to pay close attention to the nuances- my pussy was
beating me over the head with big, twitching feelings.
And I got used to that full feeling about a second
after he started to pull his dick back. I missed it
immediately and wanted it again and again and again. I
know that his filling me up was just as important as the
rubbing on my clit he was doing as he fucked me.
Or what I thought was fucking me. Mr. Foster changed
the whole landscape again when he really got into it. He
had been giving me this long, slow, steady stuff creeping
up a little in pace as he went, but then he broke into
really giving it to me. His butt was a bobbin' up and
down as he rammed in and out of me like a piston. I
wasn't taking notes on the experience anymore. My
thoughts were like- Oh god! Jesus, oh my, unh unh unh,
as he pumped into me and made me come. It was a real
blast of an orgasm and I was twitching and flailing and
bouncing all over the bed as he kept feeding me this
dick. It seemed to last like a hundred times longer than
one I gave myself and he was still fucking me when I was
done.
I think that was for show. He had been making some
pretty loud noises while I was kicking and bouncing my
way through my climax, so I think he came sometime in
there. But he fucked me a while and then slowed down and
slowly, grudgingly pulled his dick out of me bit by bit
until it fell out. I think he was realizing it was the
last time he'd get his dick in that pussy and was trying
to make the most of it.
I told him that he had been right and that it was a
good experience with him and he seemed really
complimented. He told me he had been happy to do it.
Before he could remind me to keep quiet about it, I told
him I knew the score and that Eric wouldn't like it any
more than his wife- or my father- would. Maybe Eric
couldn't do anything, but I had no reason to tattle. He
decided that Eric would have to plan his seduction
another night and that he would have to talk to the boy.
Then he asked me to tell him how it went with Eric.
Like when the kid got the balls to try again and if he
had any idea what he was doing.
Eric began to pale at that moment. He wasn't as
impressive a catch as Billy had been to my inexperienced
eyes. He was still a good pairing, socially, but I had
already gotten what I really wanted from him. I began to
wish I could get rid of him now.
That was not possible. It would raise too many
questions. I might be able to tell him his dad scared me
off, but then I would make an enemy. I decided I had to
go through with it with Eric at least once. He asked me
how it went at school the next day and I gave him the
short version. His dad wasn't real preachy but he talked
my ear off all the way home. Eric smiled and told me that
was the way his dad was. He had gotten the 'ruin your
life' speech about getting girls in trouble.
He said we had probably burned out the pool house
for a while. Maybe sometime when he was sure they would
be out, but for now we had to think of something else.
That was music to my ears. I knew Eric despised people
that humped in the confines of their cars, so I figured I
wouldn't have to do it for a while. I knew I wasn't going
to tell him about the shed at my house.
I had sold Eric short. He was a pretty resourceful
guy and a lot of guys owed him favors. He apologized for
not being able to 'do it right', but one of his friends
had a sister that was grown and in college and her
playhouse was still in the backyard. We could go there
and be alone.
That was his story. The playhouse was nice enough. I
liked the way Jamie's sister had decorated it. It was too
small for adult to stand in, but there was enough floor
space to lay down. I was a little nervous because it was
pretty close to the house, but Eric and I sat there and
necked for a while and I began to relax. He was far from
the lover his dad had been, but he was patient and went
slow from touching my breasts and pussy through my
clothes to undressing me piece by piece.
He got me totally naked before he undressed and let
me see his penis for the first time. I had stroked him
through his pants, but he hadn't wanted me to put my
mouth on it before he had 'done it the regular way'. He
rubbed my pussy with his fingers, letting the middle one
slide up and down my slot until he thought I felt wet
enough and then he got over me to put his dick in me.
I don't think he was a virgin either. He opened me
with his fingers so he could put his cock in the right
place and made sure it was going in my vagina before he
leaned over me to fuck me. He told me how special it felt
to slide inside me for the first time and said he would
remember that forever. He held it all the way in me for a
time like he was memorizing it and then kissed me before
he started to move. He started up pretty fast and I
suddenly realized he was riding me bareback.
I asked him about protection and he said he'd take
care of that before he came. That scared me stiff and he
got grumpy that I wasn't responding and pulled out to put
on a rubber. I told him I was sorry, but I was scared and
he said it was all right, he understood. I tried to make
it up to him by being active when he put it back in me.
Maybe that was the problem, because grunted and came just
as I was getting excited.
He didn't fuck on like his dad and I tried to
pretend he had been good for me when he pulled his dick
out. That was when I caught a movement out of the corner
of my eye. Eric was pretty proud of himself, so it was
easy to tell him it had been good. It was also easy to
watch the window out of the corner of my eye to see who
had been peeping at us.
We got dressed right away, but Eric want to neck
some more. I guess it was something the magazines
recommended- post-coital tenderness. While we were
kissing I got a glimpse of Jaime at the window. It made
sense since it was his yard and it wasn't much of a leap
to think Eric might have made a deal that Jamie could
watch if we could use the playhouse.
Eric did get better. We probably succeeded in
fucking four or five more times and he made me come most
of them. After the first time he also let me suck him off
whenever we couldn't find a place to be alone. He never
put his mouth on me, but he was good at satisfying me
with his fingers, and that was all right.
But now I had a reputation. Eric would allow that
he had 'tagged' me and of course Jaime was spreading it
around. The 'bad' girls were treating me with some
respect and the boys thought I was a hot property-
freshman and all. The situation pointed up one of the
deceits of high school. I was marked as a girl 'who did'
but there wasn't a big line of boys waiting to take me
out. They all said they wanted it, but they were pretty
shy about going where they knew they could get it.
I had to finally break out of my passive mode and go
after them. I still can't explain why I felt the need,
but maybe it was expecting to be mobbed and then getting
no one. And maybe I felt a little like a hunter in view
of their timidity. I got Jamie first. I was real subtle
indicating that I knew he was watching, but he got the
message. I was just as subtle with the blackmail, but he
got that message as well.
For someone getting what boys said they wanted, he
was sure nervous. I let him pick a time when his parents
were away even, but it didn't calm him down. I could only
surmise he was afraid of me. I know now he probably
hadn't ever done it and he knew I had and was afraid I'd
unmask him somehow.
I made him get undressed first since I was in
control and then I showed him what a naked 14-year-old
looks like from inside the window. His nerves didn't
affect his ability to get a hardon, fortunately. I was
afraid to play with it much for fear it would go off, but
I had to for Terri's sake. After all, fair is fair and if
Jamie got to watch me get laid it was only fair my friend
should get to watch too.
I was afraid to kiss his dick, but I promised him I
would after he 'did it'. Then I made him kiss my pussy. I
told him to close his eyes and stick out his tongue and I
would take care of the rest. I wanted his eyes closed so
Terri could get a good look at him licking my slit and I
gave it to her. I smiled at her as I grabbed Jamie by the
hair and worked his tongue up and down my crack. She
smiled back.
It was pretty good and I was ready for something
more when I told Jamie I was ready for him to do it. He
shouldn't have been so nervous because he was lucky I
knew what we were doing. I had my knees up to guide him
between them and I reached down to make sure he found the
hole. He pushed in real slow like he was still scared,
but once he was in all the way he smiled. He had gotten
that far- he had done it.
I told him he was real big and not to move a lot at
first until I got used to it. It was all lies, but I was
trying to keep him from cumming right away. I didn't
expect him to last long enough for me to cum, but I did
want the feel for a little bit before he shot his wad.
That was because Jamie was luckier than he knew. I was
letting him fuck me bareback.
It would be the first time I felt a real dick fuck
me right to the end and the first time I felt the cum
squirt out inside me and then seep out afterwards. I was
real regular with my period and I knew this was a safe
day- for sure I would know in a day or two when my period
should start.
Jamie was real good and just moved the slightest
bit until I told him I was ready. Then he was a little
awkward until he found the stroke. They don't call it
doin' what comes naturally for nothing. As he got more
and more excited, his strokes got better and better,
straighter and straighter and then harder and harder. I
had been wrong about Jamie. Maybe his nerves slowed him
down. I threw my legs over his back and pulled him to me
as he started to fuck me faster. I came even before he
got to top speed. I was trying to help him the way he was
helping me as I thrashed though my climax.
I was done before he came, but I was still glowing
and glad to feel his injection in my heated cunt. I
almost forgot to notice how it felt, but afterwards I
remembered pretty well anyway. Jamie wasn't nervous then.
He was so pumped up that he wanted to chatter. I made him
get off me so I could feel the cum leak out of me and
then let him talk.
Generally he was pretty pleased with the way it
went. He said that about a hundred ways in his enthusiasm
and I finally decided I would have to shut him up. I
reminded him I had promised to kiss his dick and he
quieted down to watch me do it.
It gave Terri a good view too. She had gone to the
other window to watch his butt drive his dick into me and
now that was the right view for her to watch me crouch
over Jamie and suck his dick. He and she were facing the
same way and it was unlikely that Jamie was going to look
over his head while I was doing this fascinating thing to
his dick.
I used all my tricks as a demo for Terri and Jamie
didn't complain once. I made him cum again, but I pulled
off after the first spurt so Terri could see the geyser.
I kissed it a little afterwards in apology, but Jamie had
no complaints. He liked me a lot after that. He didn't
try to follow me or beg me to do it again, but he hung
around and watched me and I was sure he wouldn't be shy
if I asked him again.
I thought I'd fuck him again sometime, but it just
never happened. I guess we just never had the right
timing. That's a shame because he was one of the good
ones. Of course, I didn't feel the least bit guilty in
having Terri watch. It wasn't a biggie.
Eric dried up in the summer, going off on vacations
and camps and the like. That let me scour the city for
more boys that might give me what I liked. I was pretty
comfortable in the role of hunter now and I had learned
how to stalk guys and then make it seem like it was their
idea to go after me. My problem was I was still
considered jail bait even though I had turned 15.
That was a good thing (I guess) when I met Robbie.
Robbie didn't go to my school. I don't think Robbie went
to any school. I think he was 18 because he was real
interested in how old I was. I told him the truth because
I looked like a kid even if I was getting to be pretty
well-developed. He told me the only way I could get away
with a lie was if I dressed like a whore and told people
I was 15. They'd figure I was scamming them and was
really older.
He was full of stuff like that which was fascinating
to a little white girl from a middle-class suburban
school. He wasn't sure he wanted anything to do with me,
but he was interested. I think the thing that put me over
the top was I was honest with him. I didn't give him a
lot of bullshit about who I was or what I wanted him for.
He was honest right back. He didn't need problems. I
was trouble, but at the same time I was interesting. How
many little rich kids were going to want to fuck him in
his lifetime? All things being equal he'd do me in a
minute, but he had to consider possible repercussions.
I talked him into letting me blow him as a test
drive and I guess he liked that enough to take the
chance. Now I mentioned that my youth was a good thing.
That's taking in the broad picture. My summer wouldn't
have been as memorable if I was18 like Robbie. Because I
was a kid, he said he couldn't take chances. Not even
chances on a rubber. There had to be no possible trace no
way of anything that could prove he had been fooling
around with jail bait.
I thought he was just trying to 'get over on me' for
the blow job because it sounded like he was saying he
wasn't going to fuck me. But then I was just a kid. I
wasn't getting what he was driving at. He just smiled at
that and told me there was more than one way to skin a
cat.
I had pretty much made a scene when I thought he was
going to wimp out on me, so when he told me what he
wanted to do I felt like I had to try. But, Christ, I had
never even been fucked in the pussy from behind. And I
had seen his dick- it was big. And I was afraid I might
embarrass myself. And... and... and...
I was more scared than with Mr. Foster, but I kept
it to myself. After all, Robbie had made it seem like I
forced him into this corner. I had wanted something and
he was offering me the best he could. I analyzed that
over and over in succeeding years to get the hang of that
reversal. But I felt obligated.
Then I felt invaded. Robbie at least opened me up
with his finger first as let me get his dick slippery
with spit. But he didn't have no grease or nothing. I
think it was part of the charm for Robbie to put his dick
up the dry back hole of a downtown white girl. Oh Jesus
God it hurt! I wasn't real exciting or anything. He was
just scraping me as he pushed his big dick in a place it
wasn't designed to go.
I felt like some kind of jungle prey being skewered
when he shoved it to the end and pushed against my butt.
My asshole ached as he began to fuck in and out. I wasn't
having any feelings except a desire for survival. When I
realized that I was probably going to live, I did sense
some sympathetic response to the familiar in-out that
usually took place in that region. I may have even been
grunting in time with his thrusts. But this was only
sexual in the most vague psychological terms. I was
furnishing him with a place to have sex. I was being a
receptacle. There was a connection to sex in that role,
but it was a mental connection. My other end wasn't
getting anything like excited.
I figured it might be an acquired taste, but I
figured I could exhaust a lot of other possibilities
before I acquired it.
His cumming in my ass wasn't that bad. It was creepy
at first because it took a minute for me to figure out
what had happened. When he shot another wad I was pretty
sure he hadn't punctured my bowel and that was just his
come. Otherwise it was stimulating. Those kind of jerks
felt better and the come squirting up my ass was
definitely tingly.
Also, it meant it was over. Taking his cock out of
my ass was necessary, but it still wasn't that pleasant.
I felt like everything inside me was going to fall out
for hours. My asshole didn't seem like it was ever going
to recover, or close.
I told Robbie I would see him around. I meant that-
I didn't tell him that he wouldn't see me if I saw him
first. But it was still a good thing to learn. It wasn't
a good way to learn it, but it gave me something to think
about. It gave me a new understanding and another chapter
in the sex manual in my head.
I met a couple of other guys in the summer. Summer
was the perfect time to mingle and sprinkle in a few
brief and incidental encounters. I met one at the city
swimming pool and jacked him off right in the water. Of
course he wanted to follow up on that and I let him fuck
me behind the bushes in the park. The only thing worthy
of note was that I was taken from behind for the second
time that summer. I was on my hands and knees for the
second time, but this was the first time I had normal sex
in the position.
Then there was a kid my age that just wanted a
friend. His older brother was riding him pretty hard
about being too young to hang around with and he needed
to hear that it was his brother's problem and that there
was nothing wrong with him. Sometimes the obvious stuff
is hard to keep track of. Like being 15 isn't anyone's
fault. Everyone that makes it to 18 was 15 once.
But in a way I also understood the older brother
when I got to know the kid. He was more like 12. I think
he was living the leftovers of his brother's life and had
never really been just himself. I had my own reasons, of
course, but I thought I could give the kid something he
needed while I got what I wanted.
He was different because it was the first time I had
been in charge. Not manipulating the actions of others
behind the scenes, but in charge. I pretended we were
exploring this stuff together, but I was the one who told
him what to do.
I give him credit for not being scared. He wasn't
real quick but he was willing to practice. He even wanted
to take the time to get the pussy licking right. And that
was before I had even blown him. He wasted a whole day
that I had planned to eat each other by practicing eating
me- to two real good orgasms- and not giving me time to
suck him at all.
I think he silently crossed over to being a man
when I did give him that blowjob. I think he saw for the
first time where Peter Pan went wrong. He wanted to lick
me again afterwards and when I told him the best was yet
to come, he gazed up at me over my fuzzy little mound
with wonder in his eyes.
After a whole lifetime of having a shadow, his older
brother was beginning to wonder what had broken the
spell. The kid hadn't even seemed interested in following
him- like he had something he was looking forward to
somewhere else. I had known that was good for the kid,
but I hadn't foreseen how it would affect his
relationship with his brother.
Anyway, older brother began scouting around for
where his little brother went. That happened to coincide
with our 'big day'. I had dressed specially for this
meeting. Instead of my normal T-shirt and shorts- with
all normal underpinnings, I had left off the bra and worn
a tank top that was more revealing than concealing and I
had put on my baggiest pair of shorts so he could look up
the legs and see my lack of underwear.
I was dressed for convenience and seduction and I
was lucky to get out of the house without being seen even
with the loose shirt I had thrown on as a wrapper and
planned to use as a blanket. It was all too evident what
I was out for. My breasts had blossomed into mounds I
could no longer fully cover with my hands and the curve
protruded past the sides of my top. Not that it mattered
in the thin knit that sculpted itself to me and outlined
my breasts and nipples as if I had been naked.
From the look on his face, I was afraid the kid was
going to blow his wad in his shorts when he saw me. He
told me I looked so grown up when I dressed like that and
I told him it was just me and he was about to be just as
grown up as I was. He really liked the tank top and
refused to let me slip it off right away.
He could have jumped me when I first laid down and
done me right, he was that ready from just looking, but I
wanted to make it a better memory than that. I made him
slide his hands up my shorts to play with me while I got
his shorts down and then I took my shorts off. For the
first time my pussy being naked didn't make him want to
burrow his face between my legs. He was too involved in
paying homage to my tits until there were huge wet spots
on the fabric.
He finally let me slip the top off, but he went
right back to my flint-hard nipples like they were
somehow different today than before. Not that it was
bad. His passionate dedication to my tits was having all
the right effect on my pussy and I reached for his dick
and started stroking it. He had got me hot without the
benefit of pussy licking and I saw no reason to break the
spell.
It was a little tricky getting the rubber on him
without seeing what I was doing, but I managed and then I
pulled at him. He didn't want to stop moving his mouth
over my tits, but he moved up and I got him set to the
opening of my cunt. I pulled at his butt with my other
hand and told him to push it in. His eyes opened wider
the farther he sank into me until he looked totally
startled at full insertion. I pulled him down to kiss him
and moved under him to give him the idea. The kiss wiped
the silly expression off his face, but the urging of my
hips was lost on him. I had to tell him to move it in and
out and I gave him hints on how far and how fast as I
nibbled along his shoulder.
"Something's happening!" he said in a panicky voice
as he followed my instructions.
"If you feel like you're going to blow up, that's
the point." I explained, "It's just like jacking off or
when I did you with my mouth- it just feels different
like this."
I told him to just do it the way it felt. Fuck me
hard and fast or deep or whatever seemed like it was what
his dick wanted. His dick knew what it was doing and it
couldn't do it wrong. It was much nicer when I could just
pay attention to my end of the screw. He obviously had
just been feeling the 'I'm getting ready' tightening of
his balls because he jerked his dick in and out of me
frantically for some time before he started yipping and
jerking over me. It was almost enough time for me to cum.
He certainly got me to the 'pretty near' panting stage
before he started flopping like a fish out of water. I
knew he wouldn't have sense enough to know what to do
while he was cumming so I took over again, throwing my
pussy at him and fucking him while he was out of control.
I worked him a little when he collapsed on me and
then waited. He just lay there with his eyes squeezed
shut like he was afraid to do anything. I told him to he
had to get off so I could breathe, but to push himself up
on his hands first so I could take care of things. It was
a little frustrating with a novice, but the feeling of
power was incredible and I still felt- deep down- like
this was some sort of sacred duty. I got a hold of the
rubber and made sure it stayed on while I pulled him out.
I got to show him how to squeeze the rubber as you
pull it off to scrape the cum off inside and then how to
tie the thing at the top. He was still affected by what
he'd just done, but this was back to the being friends
thing. I think that was why he pulled up his pants so
quick, because we'd switched gears back to the kid part
of our relationship.
I pulled on my clothes- cold, wet top and all
because we heard his brother calling him. I had time to
get the tank top on, but I was reaching for the shirt to
throw over my now too obvious breasts when his brother
found us. He saw what was happening. Hard nipples, big
wet spots on my top, hastily arranged shorts and a used
rubber next to us.
He didn't say anything- he was stunned for a moment.
It was just enough time for me to tell the kid I had to
go- right now- and I'd see him later.
I didn't leave him hanging. If we would have had
time to talk longer that day, I might have just
disappeared from his life, but that didn't feel right
because of the way I left him. When I met him again he
was as happy as I'd ever seen him. And it wasn't just
being glad to see me. He knew he wasn't a kid anymore-
his brother had promoted him. I could have felt slighted
that my role wasn't more prominent in his thinking, but I
understood that the thing with his brother was life-long
and all-consuming.
Far from wanting to use his discovery to torment his
brother, the older boy was suddenly the student to the
kid. I could take my pride from the way the kid said his
brother reacted to me. It was typically aimed toward
their relationship as relating to what his brother could
attract, but the kid said his brother was instantly,
achingly in lust with me. I still wasn't getting a lot of
credit, but we weren't having that kind of day.
It was an arm around your buddy day. We never were
really lovers, the sex wasn't real sex, it was just
something like watching bugs, an shared interest. I'd
showed him how to do it for when he did have a
girlfriend. But that was something his brother never had
to know. He had learned by doing and I was guessing that
put him ahead of his brother. I had wanted a student and
I'd found one. He had wanted respect and he'd found it.
I told him what to say about me to impress his
brother- how he broke it off gracefully since he'd gotten
what he wanted- and we said good-bye- like buddies.
Stepping back into the school scene was kind of
tough after the freedom I had during the summer. I wasn't
comfortable in either my old submissive freshman role or
as the bold bitch I had been all summer. That made it a
bright spot when Eric dumped me, saying we had grown
apart during the summer, because it meant I could start
the year clean. Billy was moving around free again and we
dated a couple of times while I was figuring out who I
was going to be this year.
I should have made Billy marry me. So what if he
works in a gas station now? He was my best friend, even
over Terri, and always gave me his most thoughtful
counsel. I guess we just never had that spark. Like
that's a reason.
Anyway, Billy said it was up to me. It seemed to him
everyone changed over summers and it was only normal that
I might be different as a sophomore. People might notice,
people might comment, but that wasn't necessarily
criticism and what if it was? He could break it down so
clear. And he used visual aides. He slid his hands up
under my breasts and held them out for me. These aren't
the same, he said, they're a cup size bigger, easy. Why
should you take the same old tiny part at school?
I asked him if he had noticed how they had grown
before or after he had seen me naked and he smiled. He
told me I was hiding it pretty good with the clothes I
was wearing, but he had been aware there had been a
change. He also said I could definitely make an impact if
I wanted to show them off. They were already as big as
most girls' were going to ever get and he could tell they
were still going to swell.
I might as well be blonde, I thought as I considered
parading my rack for the boys. But it was a possibility.
Guys that found out- unlike Billy- were likely to spread
it around, so it wouldn't be a secret. But it was a long
haul from having this fine set to banking on them.
Billy's words did make it seem a little silly to try and
hide them, though.
He was right about the clean slate thing. Everybody
used the summer break as an excuse to reinvent
themselves. I decided to just be me and let the bold
bitch out whenever it seemed she was called for.
I dated a series of guys around the couple of times
I dated Billy, but no keepers. They were nice enough, but
there was no spark. I let them get away with about half
what they wanted, so the ones with the biggest
expectations made out the best.
And as I figured, legends of my rack began to
precede me. But I was still 15 and that was an image
problem for some of the high rollers at school. Sure,
there were guys that wanted to sneak around on the sly
for a happy hump, but I wasn't 14 any more. And now that
I'd dated a few guys I didn't fuck, my 'easy' tag was
being edited.
Greg told me he waited because he was still 'getting
over' Kim, but I think he was sniffing a few others
before gave up his freedom again. I wasn't a real bear on
that issue, but it was widely considered a matter of
respect that a guy could only be seriously trying to roll
one girl at a time.
It could have been his standard line with the
others, too. Maybe he stuck with me because I seemed so
promising after the first couple of dates. I pretty well
had it down now. You could squeeze my ass while kissing
me pretty much anytime, but don't get funny. You could
get tit off me on a second date if you were casual about
it and if I liked your style, I might let you under my
blouse. By the third date- a real dividing line for
getting serious, you could pretty much handle me anywhere
over my clothes, maybe over my panties and probably get
some bare tit. Fourth date was the monkey wrench. You
either were frozen back at third date until you got it
right or I got friendly with Mr. Wiener while you could
do pretty much anything that didn't involve taking off my
clothes- at least not all the way off.
After that it was officially serious and I started
coming across with the big stuff- necking topless, hand
jobs, finger fucking and maybe a blowjob if you made me
feel right. Fucking was a delicate balance of how much he
wanted it and what he had done to make me think it would
be a good experience.
Greg knew the drill and was at the top of the class
through the preliminary dates. He said he didn't want to
rush me, and then went as far as I'd let him. But he
never whined when I stopped him or got sullen. I like to
think that was because he wanted to be with me and didn't
mind waiting. Of course it could have been that he had
nothing better to do.
I gloss over the rest of our time on dates, not
because it was meaningless, but because it was typical.
Learning what men want by first finding out what boys
want were the only real lessons I was getting.
And Greg wanted it all. He thought he was clever,
playing the game and manipulating my feelings until he
could get in my pants. I don't think he ever once thought
that girls could be playing the same games, in fact
setting the rules he was following. He certainly never
indicated in any way that he knew I was willing to fuck
him, but I was going to stall him just for my own
pleasure.
When I finally 'surrendered' I think he assumed he
had broken down my 'resistance'. Maybe he thought I
wanted it, but thought I shouldn't or wasn't sure I
wanted it, but he talked me into it. He did me for my
first time in a car. It was his dad's Buick and the back
seat was pretty big. I was still kind of bunched up and
couldn't have helped a lot if I had wanted, but Greg
liked to be the guy in control. I wondered what Kim
thought about when he had been doing it to her.
At least Greg brought his own rubbers and used them
out of his own noblisse oblige. And he took his time- but
I think that was to stretch his enjoyment rather than any
attempt to satisfy me. He did satisfy me from time to
time, when I could get aroused enough from his slow
thrusting to be ready when he made his dash for the
finish line. But even those times I think he thought I
was faking and I don't think he cared in any case.
He was real gracious about it. He stopped short of
thanking me for giving it up, but he did stress how much
it meant to have someone 'special' to 'share' those
moments with. I guess this was his idea of appeasing that
intimacy thing women wanted. There was no connection- no
connection at all. It was like I, and all girls, were
some foreign species and you did your business with them
and went back to real life.
He was pretty much a gentleman when we broke up. I
just told him the lack of spark story and he took it all
right. I like to think he was a little sad to give me up-
he did try a couple of times to ask me how we could fix
it up and stay together. He even asked me to keep an open
mind about trying again later. But I think his sense of
loss was tempered by his chance to claim some new
territory and widen his swath through the school.
If he'd been a little more broken up, I was prepared
to say good-bye with nice sloppy blow-job. But I think I
decided that with a little devil sitting on my shoulder.
Greg had never seemed interested, preferring what he
could do to me. I think I was thinking payback when I
thought I would tease him with that new treat the last
time we had sex.
But Greg never got sucked off by me. Jason did.
Jason was the first boy in my own class I dated. I liked
guys in my class, but as freshmen they were too shy and
even as sophomores they labored with the transportation
problem. You can have a sweet little date when one of
your moms is driving you around, but it's not very
conducive to relationships.
Jason made it easy. We met places close to our
houses. Eat at fast food restaurants and then go for long
walks. Other than Billy, Jason was the first guy to make
it seem he wanted to be with me. Me, not the body, not
the social mannequin, but the person. That was nice even
if the biggest thing we discovered was that we didn't
have much in common. But we also discovered that wasn't a
bad thing and we could like each other even if we didn't
coincide very much.
That led to a mutual respect. We didn't just talk to
each other, we discussed things between ourselves. Except
when I held forth on dating and social organization or he
explained parents and the prevailing politics of being a
child- our particular areas of expertise. We even talked
over what kind of sexual things we wanted to get involved
in.
That was a real interesting first- for both of us.
And I'm not talking he asked if he could kiss me and I
told him. I asked him what kind of things he'd like to do
with a girl and he said he was really interested in
seeing one naked. If I wouldn't mind, he'd like to look
at girl parts. He wasn't sure what kind of sex stuff he
would like. His honesty was refreshing- and his best
defense.
I would have been totally disappointed in him if he
had tried to fake some big experience. It would have been
a too obvious lie. His kissing alone would give him away.
I had to show him how to relax and take it slow- having a
tongue rammed down your throat wasn't exciting. But when
he tried it without panicking, he got the concept quick.
Give and take he was good at- when I made him feel
like he had an equal footing. I thought that would make
him a very fine lover, but he wasn't quite ready for that
yet. He still had to learn the playing field. And that
was really what he wanted. He wasn't after some thrill of
taking my clothes off me. He just wanted to look and he
was really happy I didn't mind letting him. Since our
meetings tended to be in the open, I didn't get naked. I
would pull up my top for him to look or lift up a skirt.
One general area at a time and showing that in a way that
was easy to cover quickly.
I let him look as much as he wanted and then finally
told him he could touch if he wanted. He said he didn't
know how to touch them and I said, not like that. I
meant, you know, feel what they're like- explore things
and all. He said, oh.
I thought the whole process was pretty radical- but
very practical. It was kind of weird being examined like
a lab rat, but it was like being worshipped at the same
time. I let him look everywhere he wanted- pull open my
vagina, feel the resilience of the lips, identify my
clitoris. When he was looking at my breasts, the best
moment of the whole examination came in his look of
wonder as the nipple he was touching came erect under his
finger. However he came to me, he knew the topography of
a woman by the time we were through.
I demanded equal opportunity. I had done extensive
examinations before, of course, but it didn't seem fair
to show him mine without seeing his. But I only got to
look at his penis in the active mode, since showing it to
me aroused him.
That gave me the idea that I might be able to make
his eyes pop out of his head if I gave him a blowjob.
When I suggested putting my mouth on him, he demurred. He
wasn't ready for that concept yet.
But he remembered it and asked me about it later. He
knew I couldn't tell him how it would feel for him, but
he wanted to know what it was like for me. Did I really
like it? Did it excite me?
I told him the upsides and the downsides of blowjobs
and again asked him if he'd like to try one. He finally
gave in, but he said a thing that touched me. He told me
he wanted to make it special. And he didn't want it to be
a lesson, he wanted us to mean it.
We set it up as a special date at a real restaurant
and then went back to his house. His parents would be out
and we'd be in the basement out of the way. Jason was a
little more polite that night, not stiff, but kind of
formal. When we slouched on the couch together, he told
me that I was the best girl he had ever known and he'd
had more fun with me than with a girl ever. He didn't
think he loved me, but he didn't think loving me would
mean as much as the kind of friendship we had. In the
years past, I've thought on that strangely stated
sentiment and found no better way to explain how some
friendships are just more binding than mere love.
I also think Jason was wrong. He may not have felt
the giddy, silly love that was foisted off through
television and movie propaganda, but I think we did love
each other in the more serene sense of baring our
vulnerabilities because we knew we could trust and be
understood.
Lord knows I melted at the sentiment. Jason had made
me really want him. And this wanting was beyond the
sexual. I wanted to freeze the happiness and merge with
him at the same time. I guess that was the first time I
understood sex as something other than an end in itself-
as a poor representation of an urge to more truly merge.
I felt like I was attacking him when I kissed him,
but he held his own in level of passion. I felt like I
was molesting him, but his response was as frantic as
mine. This time his touching was to arouse me and this
time he was getting a sexual pleasure from taking my
clothes off me. The way we were going, I thought Jason
might give it all up and have sex with me. We did reach a
mutual nudity in a short space of time, but that may have
been from our relative feeling of security.
Even if we strayed to the far side of the basement,
the lights of his parent's car would alert us in plenty
of time to be dressed before they could get halfway
across the kitchen, let alone to the basement steps and
down. It was that closeness we felt, Jason said, that let
him feel comfortable lying on the couch with us both
naked. With or without clothes I was the same friend and
he didn't feel threatened.
But he would feel pressured if he had to try and
have sex with me. He wasn't sure he was ready for that,
but he was ready to explore me with prurient intent. He
didn't say 'prurient intent' of course, but that was his
meaning. The last time he was learning. This time he
wanted to touch me for effect.
I could see this as a progression and I knew what he
meant about sex being a leap. Parents made it out to be
such a big thing and that might be best to conquer a
little at a time. And his blowjob was going to be enough
to digest this time. If he got a little experience in
pleasing a woman on top of it, it would be a full night.
He was certainly an interested and apt student. He
did trust me and coupled with his total lack of loathing
for the female body it led to a pretty good evening for
me. He wasn't Billy in the oral sex department, but he
was eager and that made it heartwarming- if not quite as
hot elsewhere. And he wanted to work alone under my
direction. I think women in general like to lay back and
be pleasured, just like men do. I certainly felt special
or queenly or something as he lay between my legs and
licked my pussy.
I may not have been able to cum like gangbusters
because I had to keep instructing him, but Jason did give
me the need. I was wet and wide and would have fucked
just about anyone at that point. Jason got the result of
that enthusiasm.
I made him sit up and knelt between his knees
because I think you can give the best head like that.
Guys will crank their butts around to every position you
need if it comes to that. And it gives me the freedom to
move and turn without having to cramp myself in an
awkward position or get a crick in my neck.
Jason thought he was going to cum when my mouth
first covered him. I took it as a compliment, but I knew
he'd feel like he was going to cum a lot of times before
they all ran together in a constant need that would then
finally top out much later than he thought, much earlier
than he hoped. I was sensitive to his trigger. I took it
real slow starting out, sucking a little, sucking more,
finally sucking it all. When I let him absorb all those
sensations, I licked him under the head and talked to him
a little bit. I told him I wanted it to last so I could
let him feel a lot of different tricks. I explained the
only point was sucking it in and bobbing up and down
until he came, but if I added some of the other stuff it
made the process more of a cooperation and more of an
event.
I don't think he was listening. He may have filed it
to digest later, but this cocksucking thing had him
beyond mental processes. I licked his balls while I
jerked him off slowly and I sucked the head while I ran
my fingers up and down his shaft. I put my lips around
him sideways like an ear of corn and fucked one side at a
time. I wriggled my tongue in little circles along the
underside of his cock to slow him up a little, but I was
up against a novice with a need that was increased no
matter what I did. I sucked him down a few more times and
then licked around the head before I suggested that he
fuck my mouth.
Some guys like to have it taken out of them and some
like to deliver the mail. I figured I had one chance with
Jason, but I also knew I had given him a sample of me
doing it. He was timid at first, barely moving forward
and back. I cured him by demonstration. When he made his
baby thrust, I swooped down and took him all and then
pulled back as he pulled back. He got the message, but
never did test my limit. I supposed he was getting what
he needed and let him alone when he was pushing at least
half of his prick in and out of my greedy mouth.
Then he stopped and trembled. What a nice guy. I
told him that it was okay. I knew what I was doing and it
was all right for him to shoot off. I sucked him some
more and the shaking increased, but he still didn't
resume his thrusting. I asked if he'd like me to take
over now and he stopped shaking just long enough to nod
enthusiastically. His orgasm (impending) had given him
vapor lock. He was so near he couldn't make himself move.
He might get over that with experience- or not, I didn't
care. I had a cock to suck and a virgin load to swallow.
For someone so obviously on the edge, he survived
being swallowed to the root quite a few times. But when I
sensed he was actually going to cum, I pulled back and
worked him hard to make it an ejaculation that he would
not only remember forever, but have a hard time topping
in his life. When the first spasm filled my mouth, I dove
down to suck at the base of his cock. He shook and jerked
as I bobbed short and deep and fought the gagging and
nausea his continued spewing was triggering. I gave him
some full length sucking as he trailed off into puppy
sounds and then pulled back to lightly run my tongue
around his knob inside my mouth as I swallowed a few
extra times to clear my throat.
I closed down on him so his cock would leave my
mouth with a wet pop and then looked up at him still
cradling the shrinking organ in my hand. I might have
been an angel for the look of grateful serenity and peace
on his face. I bet he was in love with me then.
I didn't let him scramble into his clothes and we
sat together on the couch holding each other's naked
bodies and practicing our kissing. We dressed when we
had cooled off in both senses and talked for a while
before he walked me home.
I came to know what Jason meant about the not being
in love thing, however. He had seen juvenile passions
cool and then the couple was pretty much forced to stop
seeing each other. They said they were friends, but that
usually meant they weren't mad about the break up. They
still couldn't see each other, really. And the love thing
was about mystery and unraveling the unknown. Once that
was over it there was nothing but for the passion to
cool.
He was smart for a 15-year-old. I could see my
relationships in there- except for the passion part. I
had been pretty cold-blooded about wanting something and
getting it and moving on. But that part about being
trapped by a break-up fit me and Billy, too. Not in every
sense, of course, but the fact we had to keep our
friendship alive in secret proved the point. Jason said
we were pretty much close to the line, because he felt
deep emotions about me, but they were person emotions and
not wrapped up in the sex stuff. And we'd unwrapped
mysteries, but- except for that once- they were total sex
mysteries- as in the total female sex and not personal.
Jason had a way of saying things that could piss you
off if you weren't trying to follow him, but I guess it
was part of that friend thing he kept talking about that
I was trying to see his meaning rather than taking
offense at his way of expressing it. But even giving him
that, it sounded like he was breaking up. I asked him
right out.
He said he was trying to say we were never going
together so we couldn't- didn't have to break up. We
could stay as this close-knit pair, but he was thinking
about asking another girl out on a date. We had to talk
about that because of our teenage obsession with rules
and in the course of that talk, he calmed me down about
giving him the tools to use on another girl.
I guess I still get huffy too quick, and that was my
problem with Jason. I really did have the same emotions
as he, I just didn't separate them objectively as well.
And I hadn't given it as much thought. No, I didn't want
to marry Jason, I was reacting like a child that sees
another child playing with its toy. And I wasn't thinking
about the toys I could play with at the same time. But I
will tell you it is confusing.
Since it was nothing official with Jason, and, more
importantly, we never went to school functions together,
I was seen as still on the market. That was when William
H. Huntley III called. He was from a family richer than
Eric's and he: wished to inquire if it would be
convenient to meet with him, as a time to become somewhat
familiar with each other's dislikes and habits, preceding
his intention to escort me to the Thanksgiving affair at
school. If such an invitation did not offend me, of
course.
Whew. I gathered he wanted to meet me before we went
to the school dance and was asking if I wanted to go in
his own backward way. Why, sure. I couldn't think of
anything wrong with dating a rich kid- other than that
language problem. I didn't even care that his probable
interest was my bust size. And I liked the 'find out what
to expect' meeting ahead of time.
I went to his house in his car. It was driven by his
driver. I was met by the family's 'man' and escorted to a
drawing room to wait. Veddy veddy proper, it was. I was
expecting William to be dressed in a blazer and a beanie,
but he looked normal, if a little irritated. He told me
with a wry look that his mother was standing behind him
when he called, prompting in that little speech. They
wanted to meet the girl he was taking to the dance.
I asked if he thought I'd do and he looked me over
and passed me. I hadn't taken any unusual care in
dressing and I still didn't use makeup, but I had put on
one of my nicer little girl style dresses. I asked him if
I had to curtsey or wear gloves or anything and he
laughed. The meeting with his mother was a little stiff,
but came off pretty well. His father was a scream. He
treated me like a little girl a little too much, but he
seemed much more the regular guy than William's mother.
He told me that I was sharp. His dad did try to act
the regular guy even if he had gone to all the proper
private schools and colleges and could be as stuffy as
anyone if he wanted. His mother thought she would lose
her standing if she didn't act her status every moment.
(Except she snores, William told me in an aside that I
could only take as one of the deepest family secrets.) He
just didn't know whether he wanted to be a part of the
upper crust or not. It wasn't like he was rebelling, he
just wanted to try it out for himself and see how it fit
without his mother hovering over him at every turn. That
was why he was in public school in the first place. Oh
well, breeding will tell, he said his mother sighed when
they made the decision, but she didn't think it could
hurt to give the breeding little shoves in the right
direction.
Then I hit him with the big question. Why me? He
wasn't ready for that one. I told him I wasn't saying I
wasn't happy, I just wondered what attracted him to me.
If I didn't think it'd be fun, I would have said no. He
still hesitated and I asked if it was my tits. He busted
up over me saying 'tits' and admitted they had attracted
his notice on more than one occasion. But it was
something deeper, but related, he said. I had hit on it
all ready. I was the 'sort' who could say no and if I
said yes, he wouldn't feel he was imposing.
Heavy hangs the crown, I thought. But then I thought
it was pretty smart and he didn't have to mention that he
didn't think I was a money-grubber. So I opened the can
with the sex in it.
He told me I had it backwards. He wasn't looking for
me to conform to his family's standards. He wanted me to
treat him like any other guy. He certainly found me very
attractive, but he had no idea how far he could get with
me. I told him he had the wrong friends, because
'scouting reports' were available on just about every
girl in the school.
He turned that on me, asking what he'd hear about
me. Widely varying reports, I said, there are rumors I've
gone all the way, but some of the guys claiming that have
never been seen with me and some that have been seen with
me won't talk. I hear I'm pretty hot, I told him, but
what that means usually has to do with the experience of
the guy saying it.
He asked if I was easy and I said: sure! all the
girls are based on the guys' reports. He said, no really-
and I laughed at him. I told him a certain amount of
openness was refreshing, but it wasn't the same without
the mystery. He'd have to do to find out. I hoped I was
coming off as slippery and sure of myself rather than
brash, brazen and bitchy, but William wasn't exactly
clueless.
It stood to reason that a kid that rich would have
no trouble getting adoring girls- girls that would do
whatever he let them to try and turn his head. I was
pretty sure he had the mechanics down, he was just
adjusting to new rules of play- like moving to the NFL
from Canadian football. But even after we had discussed
the ground rules in the new league, I had the feeling he
was waiting for me to make the first move. Ha.
I had hormones on my side. I didn't know how deep
breeding could bury them, but he was a teenager and I
knew you couldn't stop them, you could only hope to
contain them. Not that I didn't keep my cologne in his
nose and keep swaying against him as we walked to prime
the pump.
He did choose a pretty romantic setting in the
garden behind his home to kiss me the first time. And he
was all I could want in the self-assured male department.
He pulled me easily into his arms and swept away a lock
of hair as he looked in my eyes. Then he bent naturally
and kissed me. It was a little practiced, but it was nice
to have someone so smooth- and accurate. His lips on mine
was actually the first contact and he left them there a
moment before they parted and opened mine beneath them.
He was a regular kisser. A good kisser, but no
personal flair or excess of passion. It was a good
starting kiss, but not one that instantly made me ache
for his body inside mine. Maybe he started slowly or
maybe this kiss was an exploratory one before the real
one like our meeting before our actual date.
He hugged me pretty warmly, but he didn't try to
grope my tits. I guess he was as good with the mystery
as I was. I left his place still wondering what he was
going to expect after our date.
For my part, I set him no limit. But I wasn't
granting him any prize, either. I wasn't going to tear
off my clothes and his and pull him down on me. He was
going to have to earn everything he got from me. I was
pretty comprehensive in my acceptance of techniques, but
he'd have to do something to get anything off me.
He was a perfect- and I mean flawless- gentleman at
the dance. Proper-just so- but with an easy manner. He
was friendly to me but we weren't getting to know each
other. He saved that for later.
Do you like that, he asked as he got his first
handful of my breasts. Do you like it like this? he asked
as he pressed his finger firmly in the cleft of my pussy.
Or is this better? he questioned as he lightly stroked my
clit.
It wasn't exactly my favorite foods or colors, but
it was some personal information we were exchanging. I
was amused with the verbal level of his lovemaking. I
hadn't asked him a thing and I'm sure he was enjoying the
way I was kneading the lump in his pants as much as I was
enjoying his finger.
Then again, it wasn't as though they were questions
of permission. He didn't ask if he could slip his hand
into my pants. He asked if I liked to have a finger
inside me. He didn't ask to push my bra out of the way.
He asked if I would like him to bite my nipples harder.
By the time I realized that, he was well on his way to
quizzing me naked.
We were laying on a padded chaise lounge in a dark
corner of the pool in the back yard and he abruptly
looked up from where he had been sucking on my nipples
and asked if I'd like to go for a swim. I guess he had
discerned that we were going to fuck and thought that
would be an easy way for us to get mutually naked before
we got back to business.
Since I had discerned the same outcome to the
evening, I thought to myself, why not? But first he would
have to take his finger out of my pussy. When I agreed,
he did remove his finger and I sat up to undress. The
swim also had the benefit of giving us an excuse to fold
our clothes carefully out of the way so they would not be
mussed by our coupling. Given his careful correctness, I
suspect that held a charm for him as well.
The night was cool and made the water seem warmer,
especially when we were wet. But it still was not warm
enough to make our naked hugs neck deep in it really
sexy. William was aroused but he must have sensed I was
not. Perhaps that spoiled a plan to take me in the water,
I don't know. Instead, we stayed in the water only a few
moments before climbing out again and returning naked to
the chaise.
He told me he was glad I was his date and he didn't
think the night could have been any better. Then he
fucked me competently and with a great deal of
tenderness. He didn't want to get dressed right after, so
we lay naked together on the chaise, covered by a huge
beach towel.
That was the best part. Laying together and
exchanging small talk made me feel very much a woman.
William was so old for his years and we were casually
talking, still naked, like we had the right to be
ourselves.
I knew it wouldn't last and truly wouldn't miss
being a part of the stiff, ordered life that William had
to lead. He was nice about it, though, telling me his
parents, even his father, didn't think his getting
involved with one girl at a public high school was a good
idea. We did remain acquaintances, which I think was as
close to friends as William ever had.
But now I was a marked woman. Even Terri seemed a
little more distant as she reacted to the confusion of
the other girls. They didn't know how to take me. I had
been the 14-year-old slut choice of the jock elite. Then
I developed into real competition as my chest grew and
now I had been with the richest kid in town. Still I
hadn't tried to take a place among the social leaders and
I didn't even run with their clique.
But the boys didn't see me as a loose cannon. They
saw me as unapproachable. I was going to have to hunt all
the harder as I became more of a catch. I found that so
weird. On the other hand I found it so easy. Guys were
becoming afraid I'd ask them because now they were afraid
to say no.
In the weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas that
year I was a nun. Even Billy was too busy to trade a
mutual munch in those weeks and I didn't know what I was
going to do. The break was okay, but the timing was bad.
The holiday vacation would be a long time to go without
having anywhere to go.
I guess other 15-year-olds make it months without
dates, but I was beginning to panic a little when
Christmas vacation came up with no prospects in sight. I
was thinking about grabbing the first sophomore that came
along, but fortunately my good sense prevailed. I wasn't
thinking about it as good sense then, but it worked out.
I would have had a lousy vacation anyway. My mother
had invited her brother and family to visit for
Christmas. I wasn't going to be able to get away even if
I had someone to get away with. I was looking at it as
the ultimate bummer until Uncle Gill arrived.
Somehow you never think of relatives as aging. I
remembered Todd and Josh as squirrely little kids. Now
Todd was 16 and Josh was 15, four months younger than me.
And they weren't so squirrely any more.
I bet you're guessing I had a great time screwing my
cousins all through the visit, and you're right. With
Todd having his license, it was easy and both our
families were glad we were getting along so well
together. They just didn't know how well we got along.
When I got back to school, another chapter had been
added to my legend by a couple of girls that had seen me
with my cousins. Now she's taking them on in bunches. No
one man is enough, went the story.
I was seriously considering that- organizing some
team party gang bang as a couple of more weeks went by
without male attention. Then another Todd showed up, no
relation. He was a junior, but not one of the jocks at
school. Just a nice, normal guy not into anything very
heavy. He said he had started out in school joining
everything and then just lost interest.
More likely, he had fallen in with the dope smokers
and didn't like adult supervision any more. Terri found
out about his rep after he asked me out. He didn't
impress me as a doper, and he didn't try to get me high.
So I asked him right out.
He said, sure, he smoked dope, but he wasn't that
into it anymore, either. The guy was just coasting,
waiting for something to grab him that he could get into
and then not find boring. I guess sex would have fit that
category for him, but sex isn't a job description.
He was a good guy, though and eventually did get
into aeronautics in a big way. That was nice, because he
wasn't lazy, just rudderless. And that wasn't for lack of
searching. He had given a lot of things a try, including
in the sex department. He was the second guy to ever put
a dick in my ass.
It was my suggestion, I guess. I was the one that
was putting on my 'bored with the same old thing' act to
balance his own apathy. He asked if I had tried it and I
told him, of course. Then I felt kind of trapped to go
through with it again. But this time it was better. Todd
knew what he was doing.
He was only timid about suggesting that I try
marijuana as a way of relaxing. He had no reason to be so
careful. I had long since come to the conclusion that
dope was pretty harmless. I knew there was a strong
correlation between dope smokers and sluggish, stupid
behavior, but I had concluded it was more the fault of
the smokers than the weed.
After all, Todd wasn't that way. If he could take
it or leave it, I certainly could. I'm just glad I was
comfortable with Todd before I went into the smoky
dreamworld. Everything seemed to loom larger after I
smoked the joint and though I may have been more relaxed,
I didn't feel that way. It would have been easy to panic
if I had tried to act on the wave of paranoia that ate at
the corners of my mind because of my prime inability to
act in my stuporous state.
Todd quickly got my mind off such musings by tugging
at my clothes. Another reason for Todd's lack of
direction might have been his lack of supervision. He was
undressing me with no fear since his parents were never
home. It wasn't the first time he had seen my body, but
it was the first time he had rolled me naked on his own
bed.
I was relaxed when he pulled off his own clothes and
cuddled up to me. Kissing seemed to take me to a new
land. He stroked and kissed me so far into that
dreamscape that I had forgotten our purpose when he
rolled me on my tummy. Even his dick resting in the
valley between my cheeks as he lay over me to kiss the
back of my neck didn't alert me.
It only came back to me as he pulled at my hips and
told me it would be much too tight and much too deep
unless I got to my knees. He did nothing to quiet the
swirling fears and questions in my head when he rubbed a
slippery finger over my anus. Robbie hadn't been
considerate enough to lubricate my asshole and I didn't
know what he was doing. It did feel very interesting when
he pushed the tip of his finger into my ass to rub the
lubricant inside.
I remember thinking that it was a shame his dick was
so much bigger than that finger because it felt pretty
nice. On the heels of that thought came Todd's
instructions to get ready and push my ass up in the air
as high as I could. He had me reach back and spread my
buttcheeks with my hands and then he put his dick against
my sphincter.
I was still bracing for the pain as his glans opened
the ring of muscle and popped inside. I was so amazed at
the ease with which he penetrated me that he slipped
halfway in before I recovered. I must have jerked back to
awareness because he asked if he was hurting me. I
encouraged him to go on. I was pretty full, but I didn't
want him to stop because I had just realized what Robbie
had done to me. I felt constipated when he finished
pushing his dick up my ass, but his entry had been one of
discomfort, not pain.
And as he rocked slowly, barely moving, most of the
discomfort went away. I was so totally my asshole at that
time, I could feel my whole being expand as my asshole
adjusted to the cock invading it. And my being felt
pretty good. With the pain removed. having something
that big forced in my tiniest hole was pretty
stimulating. It just got better as he felt my ass relax
and began pumping in and out of me.
Pretty soon I wanted more. Remembering what he had
said as he lifted me up, I started to slide back down to
the bed. He was right. He went very deep and as my legs
closed so he could straddle me easier, I became very
tight. He liked it and transferred that enthusiasm to me
by fucking me harder and faster. But even when he used
his weight to pound his dick as deep as he could drive
it, I felt only an exhilaration. It was not exactly
sexual, but somehow related.
Whatever my drug-dream had me thinking, I knew I was
enjoying it. It went beyond merely not hurting right to
stimulating. I told Todd I liked it and he told me he was
coming. That was an interesting sensation of its own as
was feeling the fluid seep from me when Todd and I were
back to hugging on his bed.
Even though I liked it, Todd and I never got around
to having anal sex again. We only got high one more time
and had one of the longest sex sessions of my life
because we kept breaking out in giggles every time we
were getting into it.
Then Todd drifted away from me, too. I noticed more
dopers eyeing me after that, but I really didn't want to
hang with that crowd. But it was spring and a girl with
a reputation and a nice chest wasn't going to be lonely
long. Dick tried to whirlwind romance me in a high school
idiom- notes in my locker, calls every night, longing
looks when we talked. So I did him.
He wanted a high school romance. I gave him a high
school fuck. He was torn between terror and lust when I
pulled off my sweater at the back of the stage. Lust won.
He didn't want to do more than pull down his pants, but I
got naked. I pulled him down on a pile of curtains that
were draped over a riser back in the dark and he forgot
that classes would be changing just a few feet away in a
few minutes.
Dick's dick wasn't hesitating when I rolled the
rubber on it and I was ready enough from the excitement
of having sex there in school. I pulled him into me and
he pumped into me furiously for a minute or two. Even
though he came, I don't think he felt it until we were
hugging safely clothed again.
But he did like it. I never even went out with him,
but I did fuck him in the pool room and on the stage
again. It was an interesting spring. Kevin became the
flame he hoped would last the summer through.
I subjected Kevin to most of the ritual stages of
dating, but I broke down and blew him on the third date.
After that, it was hard to convince him to screw me. He
knew he had to sometimes, but he tried to stretch those
times thin as he stuffed as many blow jobs between them
as he thought he dared. If he would have eaten me out in
return, I think I could have lived with it. Given the
confines of his car, where we carried out our sexual
gropings, mutual oral sex would have been a good
alternative. But if I wanted any release at all, I had to
make him scrunch me up in the back seat and fuck me.
When I got my license, Kevin was history. It wasn't
so much I was free, but that I could be. My parents were
pretty tough about lending the car and I knew I didn't
dare fuck in it. But on special occasions, I could get
places on my own.
So I turned around and started going out with Tom. I
admit I played Tom like a fish, but, hey, I could be
hunting on my own- in a perfect world. Perhaps it was a
little revenge for not having my own car or negligent or
understanding parents. Anyway, I made Tom grovel for
everything he got. Not literally, but he had to please me
before I would do anything for him. Of course I'm not
talking shallow tokens like gifts, flowers, compliments
or even entreaties, I mean I got hot or he didn't.
I made him wait to touch me and I wouldn't do
anything until he had touched me enough. By the time I
pushed his head down between my legs and told him to lick
it, he was eager. He knew this new intimacy was going to
get him something pretty good. I left it open and he
fucked me for the first time that night. I didn't suck
him off for almost a month because he never brought it
up.
After the first one, he told me he didn't know if I
did things like that. I told him as long as he got me
off, I didn't care how he wanted me to get him off. From
there on we split screwing and sucking pretty evenly.
That was pretty good because Tom could rarely make me
come by screwing me alone.
Hmmmm. That must be some Freudian thing. I had
contemplated it in moments of extreme hornyness almost a
year before, but being screwed in any way but alone was
only a faint dream then. With Tom it came true. I still
have trouble thinking of Tom as anything but the wimp for
all seasons, but he asked me one night what I thought
about having more than one guy.
He was good about it, bringing it up as a topic of
relaxed after-sex conversation. He picked up on
everything positive I said about it and then worked those
angles on successive nights. From a sex standpoint it was
interesting, but I feared social disaster. When Tom
finally made me express my fears, he asked me if I would
feel the same if it were guys that didn't know me.
By now I knew I was slipping down a long, greased
tube and lobbied for at least a veto when these guys
showed up. Tom said he could do better than that and show
them to me before I gave a final okay. I don't think they
knew why I was there, because I didn't get that 'meat in
the showcase' feeling. But they were all right guys and
they seemed to like me.
We confirmed that four days later when we met in a
motel room out by the highway. Not one of them said he
didn't like me either before or after he had stuck his
dick into me. I guess apprehension about the way it would
be perceived has dampened my feeling for that night
because it was pretty exciting. Five guys fucked me and I
must have come four times while they were doing it. They
even ate me after they had washed me out and in general
treated me like a prize possession. One of them even had
the presence of mind to lube me with jelly constantly as
the guys proceeded to fuck me most of the night.
It was an experience. I'm sure the guys are more
proud than I am, but it was another thing I could scratch
out of my to-do book. And it was a positive experience
even through the - well, I'm not that sore- soreness of
the next day.
Tom knew he wouldn't last the blazing beginning to
my junior year, and he faded away after jamming as much
sex as he could into our last couple of weeks. That left
me primed for the new year in many senses. I knew this
would be a big year. Billy had been right about my bosom.
It had been swelling slowly and after the summer vacation
I was going to suddenly be a big girl in the eyes of my
peers.
And with my new dimensions came new tricks. I was
right about the heads turning when I walked down the
halls with my new 'improved' chest. It had moved me to
more than a higher ranking. It had moved me into a new
class. I wasn't a compact anymore. I was a full-size, on
my way to luxury model. I had my pick of the guys for
once.
I guess I did all right taking Ed. I had long ago
gave up on picking guys for status. I remembered what a
dweeb Willie was and my time with Eric. I wanted human
qualities and whatever vibe I could detect of sexual
proficiency. Ed was polite, if a bit quiet. The only
indication he might be good in bed was that he was 6'4"
and I hoped that would hold true all over.
You might detect a lack of enthusiasm about Ed. But
there is also a lack of regret. Ed was just medium.
(That went for my hopes about his dick size, too) But he
did baptize me into my new full-size classification with
the sacred ritual of the pearl necklace.
At 6'4", he was not a car lover. But he was a senior
and always seemed to be able to find a place where we
could be alone together. I went to a lot of parties with
Ed and we seemed to end up screwing in someone's bedroom
a lot. One night we thought someone was going to walk in
on us and ended up on the floor, hiding behind the bed.
When the threat retreated, we climbed back up on the
bed and Ed looked down at me and smiled. He bent down and
licked all over my chest, getting me wet between my
breasts. Then he straddled me and put his cock where he
had been licking. He took my hands and had me close my
breasts over his dick and then he leaned over and put his
hands beside my head and fucked my tits.
It took me a minute to grasp what was going on. By
that time Ed seemed to be having such a good time, I
decided to watch. It was mildly stimulating but it would
never substitute for having my pussy licked. I think I
appreciated my tits being wet the most. He moved easily
between my breasts and then he got ready to cum. The
first spurt flew up onto my face and then I could feel
his hot seed hit me under the chin as he finished cumming
on my chest. He told me about the string of pearls thing
then and I thought it was really stupid, but probably the
best excuse you could make for cumming on a woman's
chest.
Ed didn't prefer it or anything, but from time to
time, and for various reasons, he would climb over me and
fuck my tits. I learned to lick the head of his dick when
he pushed it up to me and trained Ed to let me suck the
head of his dick when he was cumming. It kind of negated
the nick-name, but all in all, I think we both liked it
better.
Because we did it in beds more than any other guy I
had been with, Ed and I also explored a real range of
sexual positions. Ed favored positions that would allow
him to be in more or less a sitting position and I found
myself twirled this way and that, on my back, on my
belly, on my side to bring me to his cock in that
position.
And I don't complain, because Ed knew himself.
Jerking back and forth with his legs doubled under him
came naturally to him. He could do it for long stretches,
even sheathed in a nice wet, hot pussy like mine. That
meant that I came more often than not in those positions
and only catch as catch can in any other way.
Ed was memorable for one other thing. He was the
first boy I was cheating on. That doesn't count Billy
because I always had Billy and I didn't count him as
cheating. But there was this kid in my neighborhood that
went to Catholic school. He was always on me about my
'big bazooms' and when I'd hold them against him.
It wasn't like a romance thing, it was one of those
rivalry things. It was a back-yard rivalry with a little
battle of the sexes thrown in. I wasn't even thinking
about Ed as I traded insults with the kid. It wasn't like
I was going to date the kid. We just got around to the
question of who did and who could and can you prove it.
I admit I helped him bring the subject around to a
sexual dare. As we traded cat-calls and names, I was
getting a little hot. Some of the things he alleged about
me turned me on. And I figured I could shame him if I got
him into a real sexual situation. There was no way he
could have as much experience as me.
It turned out he didn't mind being shamed if it
meant he got to see mine. It was dark in the shed. (The
nearly identical shed in his yard, not mine.) He had to
get right between my legs to peer into my pussy, but he
accomplished that by volunteering to suck my twat. He was
mechanical, but there was no containing his enthusiasm.
He rooted right in and slobbered all over me eagerly
until I couldn't help myself. Even then he didn't pause,
and threatened to lick me right through one orgasm into
the next.
I toyed with the idea of seeing how long he would
keep it up well past my climax, but then I decided I was
establishing no advantage by letting him eat me until I
died from cumming. I pulled him up by the hair and told
him it was time for him to show me his stuff. He got his
dick into me pretty easily, but then I imagine just
rubbing a hardon between my sopping pussylips would have
resulted in slipping into my hole at that point.
I was so wet and wide I barely noticed his dick. His
belly bumping on my crotch did me some good, but I think
it was the obscene sucking sounds his cock were making as
he pumped in and out of my pussy that made me cum. I know
he came just before me even if he tried to disguise it.
He kept pumping on, however, for some time after, but if
he was trying to fuck into another erection, he fell
short.
When he conceded defeat, I offered to blow him. We
weren't fighting anymore. I think we were willing to let
it go now. I kneeled next to him while he lay on his back
to blow him. He liked that because the whole point for
him had been to play with my tits. He hadn't been able to
with his face in my crotch and I gave him no rest between
that and fucking me. So he had what could be called a
complete sexual encounter without once getting to do what
he was there for.
He got plenty of tit-playing as I took my time
sucking him off. When I made him cum, he whooped his
head off so loud I thought someone would investigate. We
met in the shed a few more times until I got bored with
his obsession with my breasts.
Afternoons I was getting tit massages and evenings I
was being twirled around the squatting cock. From the
being the queen of sex angle, it was a good time. On
every other count, it was a little too much sex at the
cost of the rest of my life.
I like sex. I think I'm making that obvious. But I
like other things too. I mean, fucking all day and all
night doesn't leave much time to wash your hair.
It was ironic that Ed accused me of cheating with
Gary. He must have felt vindicated when I started going
with Gary. It was okay that Ed felt vindicated. After
all, I had been cheating on him, just not with Gary. And
that was the interesting thing about Gary.
We fucked once a week. He'd lick me and have me suck
him as foreplay and then we'd fuck. Satisfying, but a
routine that was easy to look for more from. We had a few
laughs when it wasn't sex night, but that was it. If we
have to assign blame, I come in for as much as Gary,
since I couldn't think of anything new to spice up our
lives either.
It was getting hard to believe there were new
horizons to conquer. I had been fucked in every opening
and between the tits. I had old guys, young guys,
multiple guys. I had been twisted into every position
imaginable. I just couldn't imagine there was any more
than that.
Kids are silly that way. I had yet to try the major
variation that was right under my nose.
I'm sure neither of us knows when we turned the
corner. It was either when Terri pushed her crotch in my
face or when I bit it. But that moment in time was the
crux. It was so natural after that watershed moment for
me to crawl over her head and each of us start gnawing on
each other's femininity.
It had started out in an innocent wrestling match at
a sleep-over. Then she arched and I bit, playfully, and
we started out in a whole new direction. Once we had our
faces in each other's crotches, there was no hesitation.
We licked panties, pulled panties off and licked bare
pussies. She slid fingers into me and I slid fingers into
her. We came. We came again. And when we rolled away
exhausted, we giggled.
There was no looking back. For my part, I was glad
Terri had no uncertainty about what we had done. I looked
at it as opening the door on a new land to conquer. It
got us off. What could be wrong with that?
We kept up with our respective boyfriends. I was in
the waning weeks of Gary and Terri was still- 16 months!-
going with Mike. We found time between dates to be
together. And we pushed the envelope. I might be the one
with the experience, Terri, for instance, had never even
been fucked in the ass, but Terri was the one with the
information.
She got us a dildo and later came up with the holder
for it so we could pretend to be boys and fuck each other
like our boyfriends fucked us. Looking back, I wonder how
she missed the double dildo. But we carried on in new
and devious ways, in what was an oasis in a desert of
samness for me.
And having once been proved wrong when I thought I
had done it all, I knew better that to think there would
ever be a cap on novel ways to enjoy sex. I just had to
be open for opportunity. And by unleashing Terri, it
seemed I had uncorked opportunity.
She told and showed me pictures of bondage, which
looked hot and S&M, which turned me off. There were
various fetishes, which I figured you had to be there for
and exhibitionism. And then all those things concerning
bodily secretions other than the sex ones. It sure was a
wilder world than even I had imagined.
The proof of that came when Terri started asking me
if I'd ever considered having a girl and a boy at the
same time. I knew her too well to think this was some
idle chat. I thought she was thinking of doing it
herself. As it turned out, I was right, but she was
thinking of me being the one that would be doing it with
her.
I guess it had never occured to me that Mike might
actually be a sexual entity. Sure Terri told me about
their sex lives, but it always sounded tamer than mine. I
thought of Mike as some steady kind of guy that Terri
stayed with because he was convenient. It never occured
to me that he and Terri stayed together because they had
a similiar bent of mind. After I was confronted with it,
it made sense that they would both be researchers.
And now they had gathered enough facts to want to be
doers as well as knowers.
Terri maintained that the idea just grew. I have to
believe her, because she only sticks to stories that are
true. After we had our girl-girl action, it kept popping
into her head while she was screwing Mike. What I could
be doing and she could be doing as Mike was pumping away.
She talked about it in a general way with him and he
added ideas in a way that made Terri think he might like
to actually try it.
As far as jealousy went, Terri explained it to me
this way. How can I be jealous of Mike or you fucking
what I have just or am about to fuck? I'll know what you
taste like when he eats you. I'll know what he tastes
like when you blow him. I'll know how it feels to push a
dick in you when he does and how it feels to have him in
you. It'll be as if I was doing it with you and I will
be, trust me.
Perhaps what she shouldn't have done was trust ME.
Now that sounds awfully ominous, but I didn't steal Mike
or anything. I just tried to come up with my own twist on
this affair.
Mike was great about the whole thing, but how much
of a stretch is that? I think I mean he was good watching
Terri and I make love because he liked that too.
Otherwise I would be complimenting him for enjoying
having two women to stick his dick in. And only a twisted
mind could turn that into something undesirable.
Terri was less desirous when I held her on top of me
for Mike to introduce her to the world of anal sex. But I
had a scissors hold on her head and my arms wrapped
around her waist, so there was little she could do about
it. I also instructed Mike throughout in the manner Todd
had taken me, so I knew I was doing them both a favor.
She got over her struggling pretty quickly once Mike
got his dick in her and started stroking. After all, she
had me eating her pussy while he fucked her ass and that
had to be a pretty fine feeling. Or, it was a pretty fine
feeling, as I was to find out as Terri demanded that I
give it up if she had to. I still think Todd was great
with the care and expertise he showed in ass-fucking me,
but how can one man compete with one man and a girl?
It was better for Mike, too. He admitted that a girl
cumming on your dick was the best part and he and Terri
decided they would save that treat for when we had
threesomes after they tried it successfully, but less so,
on their own.
I felt like I had made more progress, sexually, in a
month than I had in the first two years. It was a lot to
assimilate. It was so neat and varied, I didn't think it
would ever go stale. And stale never became the problem.
I was the problem. It was such a nice feeling being with
them. They talked. They shared. They were having fun.
They made it fun for me.
It just began to gnaw away at me that they continued
with that relationship when I wasn't around. It wasn't
that I wanted Mike exactly. I guess I just kept wishing
I was Terri. It was so strange being jealous as hell and
not having any one to be jealous of. When I sensed that
it was changing my feeling toward Terri, I tried to
explain it to her.
She understood. She always either understood or went
and found out why so she could understand. I was jealous
not of a person, but of a relationship between two
people. Unfortunately, understanding didn't help her
think up a solution. I already knew that having Mike for
myself wasn't the answer. It wasn't Mike and me that had
the relationship I was jealous of. We had to cut out
regular threes and just get together on special
occasions. But I kept Terri. That was the good thing.
Gary was long gone when I suddenly had these big
blocks of free time again, but spring was coming on and I
wasn't too worried. I was pretty confident that a big-
titted girl that did wouldn't be lonely too long.
It was another Eric this time but there was no
comparison. This Eric was much more mature at the same
age than the last. He had ideas of his own, not limited
to the pages of a men's magazine.
Not that Eric introduced me to any new twists in
sex. He did know where the joy hole was and how to fill
it. And he did it in his own way. It was pretty direct,
but I didn't need a lot of window-dressing particularly.
In Eric's case it was fine to get to it, get into it and
get it done. He was above my basal 50% average for
cumming while we fucked and I could get him to finger me
the times he wouldn't go down on me.
Fingering may have been Eric's best move. He was
more into it than any other guy I had and because of
that, he had developed not only techniques, but scripts
for using them for their best effect. No surprise he
became a carpenter so he could work with his hands.
He learned quickly that our sex was better when he
fingered me to orgasm before he put his dick in me. And I
rewarded this insight by showing him I could suck his
dick while he fingered me. And he was gentleman enough
not to ask me to suck him off every time we were
together. He may have even preferred sliding inside me
and fucking the daylights out of me.
But all told, it was a mediocre feeling going to the
junior prom with Eric. I know he felt it too. What was
the mystery for two people that had been screwing for two
months? Was he going to get lucky? Ha. In fact he got
drunk on spiked punch instead.
I put him in charge of a couple of the guys who said
they'd get him home and then I took his car to Fern
Grove. I wasn't on my way there to find a boy, but I
wasn't going there not to find one either. I was just
going to see what was happening with the parkers.
That was my mystery for the evening. Who was getting
lucky and who was getting shut out. Of course, I wasn't
the only one cruising the lot. For a private exchange,
parking was a pretty social event. You could plan on
someone peeking in during the evening and sometimes you
even got a little conversation in the middle of your sex.
I ran into the Rod Squad, a group of guys that kept
tabs on who was doing who and who was claiming more than
they were getting. They tried to give me a hard time,
but I was ready for more than they could hand out. I
parked Eric's car and pushed my way into theirs with a
challenge to put up or shut up. It was more than their
adolescent minds could understand. It was also an offer
too good to pass up.
They were very generous with me. The first one held
my breasts up for all of them to see when he pulled the
top of my prom dress down. They were much more private
with their own privates. I was covered in the skirt of my
dress as my panties came off to reveal me to their gaze,
but the skirt somehow kept falling down to drape the
coupling. They didn't even stop to pull off the rubber I
insisted they wear before they pulled up their pants.
This time the rubber protected more than me. I
escaped wrinkled but with no semen stains on my dress
after they had each had their turn with me. The sex was
rudimentary, but the way they used me as a toy excited
me. Except for the moments they were thrusting
frantically inside me, I was the poster girl for split
beaver. Each one seemed to be more interested in twisting
my pussy into shapes and faces than they were in exciting
me. But being the center stage and main prop of this show
was enough for me.
After that, they had to follow me to Eric's so I
could drop off the car and then take me home. The gap in
the time Eric arrived home and the time his car was
returned turned out to be a big problem. Eric's parents
didn't like either him coming home drunk or his 'lending'
me his car. And it was all my fault in their eyes. Eric
wasn't pleased with the way the evening ended and the
rumors that were going around made it easy for him to
give into his parent's suggestion that he stop seeing me.
Oh, well. I just hoped his pride made him cum as
hard as I did. I was at the point of infamy where I
could have gone from man to man from week to week, but
the school boys were just a little slower on the uptake
than that. If I wanted more than tantalized looks, I
would have had to start making the first move and I
wasn't ready for that, yet.
I wasted some time trying to pick off members of the
Rod Squad, but they couldn't be lured away from the group
even with the promise of more sex. I was in neutral for a
while. I took to cruising the ave. whenever I could
finagle the car but guys usually went in pairs and wanted
girls in pairs too. And Terri wasn't interested- at least
wasn't willing to go out on Mike.
A few times with guys I'd never seen before I
offered to take them both on and a couple of times they
took me up on it. I adapted some of the things I had
learned with Terri and Mike. I had had multiple partners
before, but only with Mike and Terri had they been at the
same time. I found I liked having one dick in my mouth
and the other in my pussy. And it was absolutely the best
way to have sex in a car with two guys.
It eliminated the Chinese fire drill of one guy
finishing and then having to go sit in the front while
the other joined me in the back. They both got in. They
both dropped trou and they both stuck their dick in a
hole. The first pair were so energetic that they asked me
to wait for them to get hard again so they could trade
places.
Of course I said yes, because I made them eat me
while I was waiting. The one was a teaser. He just
flicked his tongue over my pussy lips and occasionally
let it rub my clit. It was maddening, but it really got
me going. It was the perfect prelude to the second boy
who wanted to shove his whole face up my snatch. I came
on that tongue and came again as I made them sit together
and sucked them back and forth until they were ready to
take me front and rear again.
I think this was the awakening of possibilities for
me. My search broadened and my repetoir expanded over the
years, but this and the threesome with Terri and Mike
were the starting points that let me branch out from the
ordinary, dull path most are stuck on.
But this hit and miss wasn't the way I wanted to go.
For every wildly successful trip around the block, there
were five disappointing no actions. This was no way for a
honey like me to live. But I couldn't get caught begging.
That would do nothing for my standing and would have a
disastrous affect on my chances in my senior year. So I
went back to the inner city to answer my curiosity- and
to keep them starbursts coming, I have to admit.
I also have to admit that I did that by hooking. Not
all the time or out on the street or anything, but I knew
this woman that had me meet guys in a hotel room she paid
for. I did start spending more and more time in that
room, but I don't think I ever fucked more than seven
guys in any five-day span. I could still cruise the ave
on weekends and be taking care of business steadily
during the week. And the money was no little incentive to
get what I wanted at someone else's expense.
But first and foremost, it did much to satisfy my
curiosities. It seemed all men that wanted particularly
young women had bizarre fantasies about costumes and non-
sexual play followed by a blow-job. They diapered me, I
diapered them- baby-doll clothes and no underwear, evil
leather gear and a harsh tone, many rationales that led
to me squatting between their legs and sucking them off.
The ones that weren't so particular about my youth
expanded my horizons by showing me what a confident,
maybe even rough man was like between my legs. I charged
an extra $50, twice what I made on a trick, to fuck me in
the ass and that scared off most of them. They still
showed me a variety of ways of taking me, from hanging
upside down off the edge of the bed to hanging from
straps above them, right through all the human pretzel
positions you can be twisted into.
I didn't like the knees up by your shoulders one
because it seemed the ones that wanted it just wanted to
ram into you until they bruised you. I did like pulling
up my top leg while they fucked me on my side. Even guys
that were trying to fuck me as hard as they could were
good like that. They kept slapping against that top cheek
instead of my cervix and I got that sensation of
brutality without the pain and bruises.
I found I liked it rough within certain limitations.
Being mauled and plowed was great as long as they only
went to the edge of pain and weren't just out to hurt me
in the first place. I liked the feeling of being in the
control of a strong, confident man and being used. Being
the vessel for their pleasure made me feel very womanly.
It was only the ones that wanted to hurt me that made me
feel degraded.
As for the fetish kings, I thought they were funny.
I realized the reason they paid me was so that I wouldn't
laugh and would play along with their twisted needs, but
it was hard to keep a straight face in front of a man
clad only in a diaper, sucking his thumb and making baby
noises.
By the end of summer, I was well on my way to
affording a car of my own. The only catch was that I
couldn't explain where I got the money. I had to suffer
through one more year before I would be out on my own and
this windfall would be nobody's business but my own.
Still, it was senior year and a lot of other things
retreated into the background as I went through my turn
as top dog at school.
Senior girls could ask guys out on dates. They could
demand good sex and they could lead boys around on a
leash if the boy let them. It was the most level playing
field so far and I planned on getting my share of loose
hunks with my newfound permissions.
Though I didn't have the problem, some girls also
learned to deal with rejection because of this
permission. I was ready for it but I was out to 40's now
and my ass wasn't spread to match. I guess I just
stumbled on the kind of guy that wanted to fuck me- the
still breathing kind. Not that it was any treat. It did
assure me that there is no external way to tell if a guy
is good in bed. Some of the best came as mercy fucks that
turned out dynamite, but it was more common for all the
indicators to still yield a dud in the sack.
If proud is the word to use, I'm most proud of the
sophomore boys I let take me out. In the high school
world I was stooping low to even acknowledge
underclassmen, much less go out with them and fuck them.
There are, I guess, some good reasons not to rush youth
into sexual activity, but there's also something to be
said for experienced instruction. I'm sure a lot of young
girls were better off because of the things those boys
learned from me.
And boys like Petie could make up for any hits to my
reputation all by themselves. I was thinking of him when
I said that thing about great 'mercy fucks'. He was
awkward and shy at first, but inside there was a totally
different face. I got to it by talking tough to him. I
faced him up to the realities first thing. What have you
got to lose, I asked. Whose reputation is on the line
here anyway? Why would I need to let you get this far to
mock you? Who else has to know anything about you to put
you down?
I bet you can't fly a helicopter either, I went on,
subtly shifting his attention to more personal fears. But
you aren't going to learn until you get in one. What's
the downside.
I must have sensed his need to be challenged to get
in his face that way because it was the perfect way to
goad a performance from him. I think I wounded his humble
act with my straight talk. Whatever the cause, once past
the hesitation Petie turned in Olympic performances.
He was different from the rest. He was different
from all the others. I don't know if it was a problem or
a gift, but Petie could screw like a machine deep into
the night. One of the pluses of getting the first blushes
of excitement in boys is their rebound ability.
Petie had no need of that. He could fuck and fuck
and fuck and fuck as hard as I wanted, as fast as I
wanted and keep going and going. One night he fucked me
not only through Us and Them, but though the entire Dark
Side of the Moon. And he picked up and slowed down with
the music. I came about four times that night.
I came every time but the first time with Petie. He
was the only one who had made me come every time just by
fucking me. He learned to eat me too and I blew him, but
I could only get him to come in my mouth if I let him
fuck me for ten minutes or so before I sucked him again.
I would have fucked Petie all year if he hadn't
found out about ass-fucking. It was one of those
situations where you know what's going to happen, but you
have no control. He had heard about it somewhere and
asked if I had ever done it. Then I got that feeling. I
wanted to lie because I knew what would happen, but I
couldn't bring myself to do it.
It wasn't horrible or anything, but it was just like
I feared. He was still ramming it up my butthole long
after it had lost its meaning for me. It was just that
much more irritating and the pain was just that much
longer lasting. It also took longer to get over after
Peitie had fucked your ass. And of course he fell in love
with it. He wanted to fuck my butt more and more and I
began to see less and less of Petie.
On the other end of the spectrum from the sophomore
boys were the teachers. As a senior girl, they seemed to
look on me more as an equal. Well, I'm sure that was
bullshit. I think what they looked on me as was fresh
meat. A pretty good bet not to tattle and only a few
months from being out of their hair and no longer a
danger.
They were really smooth at it too. They didn't come
at you at all. They dropped hints like fishhooks and made
you bite before they reeled you in. You not only had to
go to them, you had to suggest it.
The cynicism you hear is my recent rethinking of
what happened. At the time I thought it quite adventurous
and exciting- me, the part-time whore and all-round party
girl. I felt that fucking a teacher was an achievement-
another page in my book of accomplishments. Call it a
problem of perspective.
Mr Gilbert was the chemistry teacher. The other
girls were swooning over Mr. Jennings, the English
teacher, and I wasn't going to be one of the crowd. Mr
Gilbert was every bit as handsome as Mr. Jennings, he
just didn't advertise in the same way- flashy suits,
current hairstyles and all that.
Okay, he was a schlub. But he was an attractive
schlub. And he didn't wield the innuendo and double
entendre of a Mr. Jennings. I just caught him trying to
look down my top a lot. It may have been a little more of
a leap of faith with Mr. Gilbert, but I was going to do
and say the same things as any girl trying to seduce her
teacher.
He didn't resist much. He didn't do much. He
listened to my offers and didn't run away. That was his
contribution- not making me stop. When I finally got him
to fuck me it was like that too. He was not hot, not
cool. He was lukewarm. Thoroughly mediocre.
I guess that was a brush with sex for status. I
didn't get it.. Petie was a lot better than Mr. Gilbert.
Why should I condemn myself to Mr. Gilbert sex?
I now know that was a defining moment. Not that I
had a great realization in a Zen inspiration- it was just
a moment that expresses the decisions I had made in my
perception of the world. It didn't occur to me that sex
could lead to anything better. I understood that you
could get things out of sex. I just didn't think they
were as rewarding as good sex. If you were going to fuck
someone for something, I reasoned, getting a good fuck
was the best reason there was.
I have only recently discovered the naivet‚ of that
belief. Not that my way of thinking was wrong. I have
just realized how much my search for good fucking has
coincided with having the right dick in me at the right
time to open the door for me. Of course, another part of
me is shouting that my course was in pursuit of the good
sex and the doors I chose were for that reason and not
any master plan of where I hoped to go.
Indeed, I was following not a dream, but a lust.
Where I've ended is just the last stop on the path of
where I was going. But having the big gazongas has
certainly made it easier to choose the path to follow. I
can see how some girls see the attention as a burden, but
I've always thought of it as power. It's the power to
never have Mr. Gilbert sex again and still reap the
benefits of getting what I really want- good sex.
That's my story. So what'll it be sailor?
THE END
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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