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Archive name: blind.txt (mf, 1st-time)
Authors name: Joe Moose (joemoose@altavista.com)
Story title : Blind Man's Bluff

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Blind Man's Bluff (mf, 1st time)
by Joe Moose (joemoose@altavista.com)

***

A young boy's solitary play is interrupted by his equally 
young but precocious neighbour and she introduces him to 
some mush more pleasurable play.  This is the first 
chapter of a somewhat lengthy carnal odyssey.  Critical 
comments would be appreciated.



There was a late August chill in the air that afternoon 
but we didn't notice it as we played boisterously on the 
lawn. I felt somewhat uncomfortable playing 'blindman's 
bluff' (or is it 'buff'?) because I was almost eleven but 
Eileen was playing too and she was half a year older.

Actually, I'd never liked the game much until that 
summer. I'm not even sure the game we played was 
blindman's buff (bluff or whatever) but the way we played 
it was always fun for me when I was 'it'.

The lawn where we played was almost next door to my home 
but on the opposite side of the road. It was a fairly 
large, grassy expanse broken by many mature shrubs, 
lilacs and the like. That day there were five of us 
playing, Eileen, Shirley, her sister who was two years 
younger, their seven year old brother and one other boy 
whose names I forget. Remember, this was many years ago 
and the boys are incidental to my story.

The rules of our game were simple. The person who was 
'it' was blindfolded and he or she had to 'find' and 
identify one of the other players who would then become 
'it'. Our usual hiding places were in the shrubs on the 
lawn and the lilacs were the favourite locations because 
they were large with little tunnel-like passages from 
years of having kids crawling through them.

Finding someone was more difficult than identifying them 
because of the variation in size and sex of the players. 
Nonetheless, it was the 'identifying' part of the game 
that I liked. And I cheated when I was 'it'. I don't know 
if the others noticed but I never found the boys. Most of 
the time, it was Eileen but sometimes I'd find Shirley.

"Yer always it, Joe. That's not fair!" one of the boys 
complained as I put on the blindfold.

"That's not true" I protested, and I was right. Eileen 
and her sister were 'it' a lot, also, although only 
seldom were the boys 'it'. I guess I may not have been 
the only one who cheated because Eileen always found me 
but Shirley sometimes found someone else.

As I said, 'finding' was not the most fun. 'Identifying' 
was better because the only way to do that was by touch. 
I'd discovered, at the beginning of the summer, that I 
could do things blindfolded that I'd never have been 
allowed to do otherwise. (That may not be correct, but at 
that time I thought it was.) 

My technique was simple. I was able to peek under the 
blindfold and see where the others hid. Then I would 
select my target, usually Eileen but sometimes Shirley, 
and blindly stumble to her location. Eileen, for sure and 
maybe even Shirley must have known what I was doing 
because it was the same each time. First I'd grab an 
ankle and then find her face. With one hand I'd examine 
her face while my other hand would go to her chest and, 
sometimes, between her legs. Then I'd announce the name 
of who I'd found.

When Eileen was 'it' she usually stumbled to the same 
place that I did, the big lilac. It never dawned on me 
that she might be cheating the same way as I but, in 
retrospect, she likely did. Since I was a lot bigger than 
the other boys who played with us, she could have made 
identification just by that characteristic alone but 
every time I would watch excitedly as her hand made its 
way between my legs. And, every time, she'd find the same 
thing. My penis would be hard. And, by the end of the 
summer, she'd begun to give it a little squeeze, 
something like the way I'd squeeze her rapidly developing 
breasts.

I'd peeked under my blindfold and seen Eileen crawling 
into the biggest lilac, her cute, round bum wriggling as, 
on hands and knees, she moved forward. Once she looked 
back over her shoulder at me, as if she was making sure I 
saw where she went. I counted to one hundred and then, 
even though I was checking my course by peeking under the 
edge of the blindfold, I stumbled around, pretending I 
couldn't see.

Shirley was under a wide spreading shrub of some kind 
and, so I wouldn't be too obvious in selecting Eileen as 
my target, I blundered into the shrub and got down on my 
hands and knees. I fumbled around as if trying to find 
someone but, by peeking, I was able to avoid touching the 
cute youngster. Once, when my hand was only a few inches 
from her ankle, I saw her move her foot closer as if 
asking me to find her. I wanted it to be Eileen this time 
so I avoided the offered ankle and got out from under the 
branches.

Getting to my feet again, I continued my apparently 
blundering course, hands out in front of me so I wouldn't 
run into anything, until I reached the big lilac. There 
were several of the little tunnel-like passages in the 
ancient shrub and, for my first try, I chose one of those 
that Eileen hadn't used.

I could hear childish giggles from the boys and was 
satisfied that my ruse was still successful. I backed out 
of the passage and, still on my hands and knees I crawled 
into the passage where Eileen had gone.

I lifted my head as a branch scratched my chin and I was 
able to see the girl. She was sitting, leaning back with 
her arms outstretched at an angle behind her, supporting 
herself with her hands. Her legs were apart, the light 
fabric of her skirt falling between them and clearly 
outlining their plump roundness right up to the 
mysterious vee at the juncture of her thighs and her 
hips. Even with the blindfold, I could see how her blouse 
bulged out in front as, like her skirt below, it molded 
to her body and showed off her developing bosom.

As I crawled forward, leaves tickled my nose and an 
occasional dead branch dug into me but I was not 
deterred. I had one thing only on my mind and that was to 
get my hands on the girl's nubile body.

It didn't take long to reach her because she was only in 
about six feet from the periphery of the shrub. I placed 
one hand on the ground between her knees, just below the 
hem of her skirt which had ridden up to mid-thigh. Then I 
paused as if wondering if this was another wild goose 
chase. I scratched my nose with my other hand and managed 
to displace the blindfold enough that I could see my 
chosen prey better without making it too obvious.

Eileen looked tense, her red lips pursed, her eyelids 
only half open. What would she do if I reached under her 
skirt? The thought of that produced a strange feeling in 
my belly and then I made my move. I moved my hand forward 
and up, the back of my hand coming under the hem of her 
skirt as I seemed to lose my balance. To prevent myself 
from falling, or at least that's what I wanted it to look 
like, I put that hand down again only this time it came 
down on her body, at the juncture of her thighs.

"Oh...sorry," I said apologetically as I felt the 
incredible softness of her secret place. It felt hot, 
even through her panties, and I kept my hand there, 
savouring the forbidden intimacy but expecting her to 
push my hand away at any moment.

"Hee hee," I heard her strained little giggle but she 
didn't move. 

"I know you're either Shirley or Eileen," I said softly, 
moving my fingers on her pussy, investigating the pulpy 
softness as much as I could through her panties. Why 
wasn't she trying to stop me? Did she like being touched 
there? I didn't understand but, emboldened by my success, 
I moved my other hand upward across her belly until I 
felt the swell of her pubescent breasts. I cupped one of 
the round, firm mounds and squeezed it, puzzled by the 
projection of the hard nipple against my palm.

"It's Eileen, isn't it?" I asked in a choked voice while 
I rubbed the pliant flesh mound. She wasn't smiling but, 
instead had an intense look on her face as if she wanted 
something real bad and it seemed like she was pushing her 
pussy against my hand.

"Uh huh. I guess you got me." Her reply sounded as 
strained as my question but she still didn't try to move 
away. I didn't know what was happening. She had to know I 
was doing this on purpose and not by accident like I'd 
always made the other times appear. And I'd never touched 
her for so long before. After what seemed like a blissful 
eternity but likely after only a few seconds, I 
reluctantly took my hands away from her body and 
announced to the others that I'd found Eileen.

"Hey, Eileen. C'mere." We heard the voice as soon as we 
crawled out from under the lilac.

Darn. It was Robert again. Quite a few times since school 
ended the sixteen year old had interrupted our play.

"Uh..OK," she replied as she looked over to where the 
older boy was standing in the driveway.

"I'll be back in a little while, Joe," she whispered to 
me, "He wants to get some ice from the icehouse. We'll 
just be a few minutes."

Her family cut ice from the lake in winter and sold it in 
the summer. There was a small building beside their barn 
where they stored the blocks of ice, insulating it with 
sawdust. Usually, by this time of year, the ice had 
either been sold or had melted so I was surprised that 
Robert wanted any. I watched, hurt and disappointed, as 
they walked to the icehouse and entered. I wondered why 
they closed the door behind them.

"I'm going home," I announced to the remaining children.

"Awww Joe? We can still play. can't we?" Shirley 
protested. I've wondered in later years what I may have 
missed by not playing longer with the nine year old. Like 
Eileen, she always kept her legs apart when I was in the 
process of identification and she never complained when I 
took longer than necessary before announcing that I'd 
found her.

"Naww...it's no fun with only four of us." And I left.

Much of my play that year was solitary and my favourite 
location was in the loft of my father's shed. It was 
quite large, about twenty by thirty feet, and cluttered 
with old, musty items that he stored there.

I had also accumulated my own items, mainly cardboard 
cartons that I'd arranged in the form of an aircraft 
fuselage. At least, in my active imagination, that's what 
it was. There was a war on and I expected, when I was 
older, that I'd be part of it. And I'd be a pilot. In my 
mock airplane I'd fly bombing runs while my crewmembers 
fought off the fighter planes. I'm not sure why I was a 
bomber pilot instead of a fighter pilot but that's the 
way it was.

The afternoon sun shone through the small, dirty 
windowpane, which was the only source of light in the 
loft. I was sitting in the cramped space of the imaginary 
cockpit and holding the control stick (a sawed off broom 
handle) as we made our run over the target. The dust-
motes that drifted and sparkled in the sunbeam was flak 
and I shuddered each time a larger than normal speck 
drifted across the path. But flak meant that there were 
no fighters, which was good because my best friend, Don, 
had moved away so I didn't have anyone to be my gunner 
and protect us from fighters.

"Joey? Are you up there?"

Darn! It was Eileen. I didn't want to see her. I was 
still mad at her because she'd ruined our game. I didn't 
answer.

"Joey? Oh, good. I was hopin' you'd be up here."

I hated being called Joey but Eileen called me that a 
lot. I looked through the little 'window' of my cockpit 
to the square opening in the loft floor where her head 
was showing. Why hadn't I pulled the ladder up after me? 
Then she wouldn't have been able to get up here.

"Go 'way. I want to be alone."

"Don't be mad at me, Joey." She climbed the rest of the 
way up the ladder and made her way around the clutter to 
where I was sitting in my cockpit. "We can play with the 
other kids tomorrow."

She'd broken the spell. I crawled out of the imaginary 
airplane and stood up. Although it was a fairly cool day, 
Eileen's cheeks were flushed as if she was warm and, when 
she turned her back to me as she made her way over to 
where I stood, I noticed that her back had sawdust 
sticking to it and wondered why. Had she fallen in the 
icehouse?

"Go play with Robert. You coulda waited until later to 
get him his ice" I said, pouting. "I'd rather play 
alone."

"I'm sorry, Joey. It's just? Like? You know? I like you 
better'n him but? Like? He's older and..." I wasn't sure 
what his age had to do with it but I didn't say anything. 
She paused and looked down at her feet as if wondering 
what to say next. When she looked up at me again, there 
was an odd smile on her face. "Would'ja like to play like 
I do with him?"

"What's so special 'bout that?" I snapped. "Anyway, you 
said you were just gettin' ice for him." What had they 
done? Instinctively, I knew it was something special. I 
burned with curiosity.

"It's better'n the way we played today? Like, you know, 
when yuh found me in the lilac?" Wistfully, she was sort 
of pleading with me and I got a sense of satisfaction 
from it. "I'll let yuh do more'n just put your hands on 
me." Eileen faced me, moving in closer, pushing her hips 
forward until her convex belly was pressed against mine.

"Uh...I dunno?" She was almost as tall as I and her 
flushed face was only inches from mine and her eyes had 
an odd, glassy look. Why was she standing so close? Was 
she going to let me feel her there again?

Would'ja like to fuck me, Joey?" Eileen smiled 
appealingly as her question exploded in my ears like a 
bombshell. "I'd rather let you fuck me than him do it."

I suspect my mouth dropped open in shock at her offer. I 
didn't really know anything about fucking except that it 
was a sin and only bad people did it, if they weren't 
married. Russell and Lewis, two of my friends, had 
bragged about doing it to Lewis's sister, Betty, in bed 
one morning. They said both of them fucked her but I 
hadn't really believed them. Especially when they'd said 
they put their cocks inside her somehow. But now Eileen, 
who went to Sunday School with me and came from a good 
family, not like Russell and Lewis, was saying that I 
could fuck her? 

"Uh..sure? I guess so?" I replied uncertainly. What if my 
parents found out? I wanted to say no but she'd think I 
was just a little kid if I said that. I was suddenly 
scared. By saying what she did, by asking me to fuck her, 
Eileen had suddenly become, in my eyes, much older than 
I.

"Where, Joey? Where're we gonna do it?" There wasn't much 
open space on the floor and the girl looked around 
questioningly. 

"Over there" I said, pointing nervously to a large, old 
steamer trunk. "You can bend over that." I led her over 
to the trunk.

"But? Like? How?" she asked as, compliantly, she let me 
push her shoulders down so that she was half-lying across 
it, face down. I lifted her sawdust-covered skirt up over 
her hips. Her round, white bottom was bare, the panties 
that I had touched earlier were gone. I dropped my pants 
down around my ankles and moved in behind her, nudging my 
immature penis into the crevice of her buttocks.

"How? What're yuh doin', Joey? Robert puts it in me in 
front?"

Eileen was suddenly timid and docile, not at all like the 
girl who had, moments earlier, offered to let me fuck 
her. I parted the bulbous cheeks of her lush, young ass 
with my hands and directed my erect penis to the tiny, 
brown, puckered aperture. Maybe this was the wrong way? 
(In later years, as I will tell you, I discovered that it 
is a pleasurable alternative.)

"Yeah..I guess the front's better." but I wasn't sure 
about that either. Did I put it in her pee hole? I kicked 
the fuselage of my plane aside to make room on the floor 
and Eileen quickly lay down there on her back, spreading 
her legs apart as she pulled her skirt up to her waist.

I didn't want to display my ignorance any more than I had 
already so, kicking off my pants, I knelt between her 
legs. Then, still afraid we'd be caught, I got up and 
went over to pull the ladder up and protect our privacy. 
Then I returned and once again knelt between her legs.

I was still very uncertain about what to do. I knew that 
she peed from the front but didn't have a penis to do it 
with. Where was I supposed to get into her? Her pussy, 
the first one I'd really seen, was a smooth, slightly 
bulging sort of mound between her thighs. It's whiteness 
was split by a vertical crevice and the sunbeam that had 
earlier illuminated the dust-flak of my imaginary bombing 
raid was now giving a glistening sheen to the wetness I 
could see on the puffy, pink slit. 

"Don't be too quick, Joey. We got lotsa time," Eileen 
said with a strange, hungry expression on her face. She 
opened her legs wider and the fleshy halves of her 
adolescent sex gaped slightly but not enough to reveal 
what lay between. To my relief, she prevented me from 
displaying my ignorance of sex again as she grasped my 
fully erect but not fully-grown organ and drew it closer 
to her pussy.

I was surprised at how soft her cunt flesh felt, and how 
slippery it was. And then there was the most delightful 
sensation I'd ever known up to that time as I seemed to 
slide effortlessly into her, just as if some incredibly 
strong flesh-magnet was drawing my penis into her. I was 
being engulfed by a hot, soft moistness and, 
instinctively, I pushed.

"Yes..oohhh yesss Joey..that feels good," I heard her 
sigh and her pelvis which was already gaining the width 
of maturity, tilted up to me. I backed off a bit and 
plunged back in, her softly clasping inner flesh giving 
me incredible pleasure when I moved.

"Have yuh ever fucked a girl before?" Eileen asked 
breathily as she squirmed against me.

"Uh..sure..some" I lied. I was having difficulty in 
breathing now as strange, new sensations built within me. 
It was like the feeling I got when we played blindman's 
buff only much, much more intense.

"I betcha done it to Shirley, din'cha? I seen how she 
lets yuh feel her. 'N I seen how jealous she gets when 
yuh pick me."

Even if I could have continued the conversation, which at 
that moment was impossible because I was breathing so 
hard, I wouldn't have. Did all girls do this? I had a 
feeling of extreme urgency as if something momentous was 
about to happen and I was moving in and out as fast as I 
could. Eileen's passage seemed to be getting softer but, 
at the same time, it was holding me more snugly. I know 
now that the walls were swelling from the friction as her 
excitement grew.

"Yuh..yuh..hurry," she panted as if I wasn't already 
going as fast as I could. And then it happened. I felt as 
if my loins were on fire and I was almost paralyzed by 
the hot sensations that shot through me. Then I collapsed 
on her as she wriggled and squirmed under me.

"No! Don't stop! Not yet! Do it! Do it hard!" she panted. 
"Make me cum too!" I didn't know what she meant but I 
knew she didn't want me to stop. I forced myself to 
resume pumping on her although now it didn't feel as 
good. In fact, I felt like my penis was numb.

"Yuh..yuh..good," She was wriggling frantically under me, 
her hips jerking and bucking against mine as I pumped 
dutifully on her writhing frame. "Yuh..there...oohhh 
yeeesssss" she gasped as she stiffened beneath me and I 
hoped desperately that nobody came into the shed because, 
for sure, they'd hear her.

"Golly, Joey..that was good." Eileen stopped wriggling 
and lay there under me, motionless except for an 
occasional twitch of her hips. "Did'ja? Like? Was I good, 
too?"

"Uh,,yeah..sure," I replied although I'm sure my words 
didn't come close to expressing how good I thought she 
was. I rolled off her twitching body, really afraid now 
that we'd be caught. "We better get dressed, Eileen. 
Somebody might come looking for us."

"Yeah..OK." She didn't really seem to want to leave and 
she came close to me again, her hand touching my groin. 
"Can we come up here again tomorrow? After we play with 
the others?"

"Yeah. I guess so?" I was more afraid of being caught 
than doing it with her again.

That was the only time it happened between us. The next 
day I had to go away school in a different place and, by 
the time the next summer came around, she and her family 
had moved away. 

END

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