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Authors name: Joe Moose (joemoose@altavista.com)
Story title : Blindman's Bluff 2: Evening Games
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Evening Games - Part 2 (MF, reluc)
by Joe Moose (joemoose@altavista.com)
***
Childs' play leads to some mature recreation as Joe and
Beulah get to know one another.
Chapter Two: Evening Games
It was two years later when I had my second sexual
experience. (I'm not counting the 'I'll show you mine if
you'll show me yours' with a cousin when I was six.) I
was thirteen then and well into puberty with the raging
hormones of most boys of that age. And, as with the first
time, it was a kids' game that set up the occasion.
I had moved back to the little village, as had my cousin,
a girl about a year younger than I. (The 'I'll show you
mine' girl.) That fall, with darkness falling shortly
after supper, several of us played games in the grass
beside her house. But it was not my cousin that attracted
me this time. It was her friend, Beulah.
Beulah was a dark, pretty twelve year old (or maybe
eleven, I'm not sure?) She was not from one of the
establishment families in the community, (I was), her
father being more or less the village drunk. To me, at
thirteen, she was just a little kid. At first.
I don't remember what the game was. Maybe it was just
horsing around? Whatever it was, we got involved in
tickling each other and I was soon remembering blind
man's bluff and the touching opportunities that game
provided. Anyway, I think there was some kind of game
involved because the tickling happened every night that
we played.
The opportunity was better than two years earlier
because, with the struggles that go with tickling, I
could pretend that the more intimate contacts were
accidental.
"Don't, Joe. Don't do that." she said in a whisper, the
second night that my hand slipped up under her skirt.
"Sorry, Beulah. It was an accident," I replied with a
grin. Then I put my hand on her breast, which wasn't very
big but large enough to make it plain that she was
female. "Ooops. Sorry about that, too." and I grinned
again, hoping she wouldn't get angry and go home.
"You're awful, Joe. But I mean it. Don't do that!"
Our conversation was conducted in whispers because the
other kids were right beside us. Beulah straightened her
skirt and, for the rest of the evening, I more or less
stayed away from her.
The next night I avoided her altogether and concentrated
my attentions on her ten-year-old (or was it nine?)
sister, Verna. She didn't seem to mind it at all when I
got my hand on her little pussy but, even at thirteen, I
thought she was too little and too young. I noticed,
however, that, more and more, Beulah seemed to be putting
herself in a position where she'd be the obvious target
for more horseplay.
"You're mean, Joe. You know I don't like that," Beulah
whispered the next night when I got my hand between her
legs. "Why don't you just play with Verna? She sure
doesn't seem to object?" Good, I thought, she's jealous.
She didn't twist away this time but I didn't press my
luck, either. During that evening and the next, I
continued to 'accidentally' get my hand on her body and,
by the third evening I was able to keep it there for long
enough that there could be no doubt she was permitting
the intimacy. And I was playing with her little sister
often enough that she wouldn't give any trouble. (Verna
had her first baby at fifteen and I could have found out
with her what a really young girl is like. But, more
about her later.) Anyway, I was going home with achingly
swollen testicles every night and had to make love to the
five-fingered widow for relief.
"Stop that, Joe" Beulah whispered one Friday night as our
playtime neared an end. "Let go of me." She was speaking
in a low voice, as usual, so the others around us in the
dark couldn't hear. I had my hand between her legs but
I'd finally built up courage to slip my fingers under her
panties, and I was playing with the pulpy, soft lips of
her pussy. She was excitingly wet and slippery there so I
knew it was giving her pleasure. And, despite her
whispered objection, she made no effort to escape my
venereal caress.
"C'mon, Beulah. Let's go around back. I got something
there you oughta see."
"You mean, alone? I ain't goin' nowhere alone with you!"
She was young, but not stupid.
"Just for a couple of minutes? Please?" I was whispering
too as my fingers were bathed by the oily nectar from her
nubile body.
"I shouldn't...won't, Joe? I don't trust you?" Her
resolve was getting weaker and her denial now had a note
of uncertainty.
Probing gently I found what I was searching for. I'd done
a lot of reading. Well, not really a lot because my
access to the kind of books I wanted was severely
limited, but I'd managed to learn something about sex and
women. The small, hard bump I felt, just above the mouth
of her hot, wet vagina must be her clitoris, I thought
and, when I pressed it, Beulah clamped her thighs tight
on my wrist.
"Don't! Sssstopp that" she hissed in a frightened
whisper. "I'm gonna go home if you don't stop!" The
others, as always, were nearby but she still didn't
resist me, physically.
"Not 'til you come around to the back of the house with
me." I was sure now that I'd found what I was looking for
because I could hear the way she was breathing now. It
was like Eileen had sounded near the end when I was
fucking her, only fortunately not as loud.
"Ssssstop...please stop" Beulah whined and I was afraid
she was going to start to cry. The other kids were
nearby, ignoring us and having an argument about
something. "I'm gonna scream!"
"Awww Beulah...we're just playin'" I pleaded as I
continued to rub my finger over the slick, hard bump and
her thigh-grip on my wrist began to loosen. "You like it,
don't you?"
"No...Yeah...Sorta? But?" With her reluctant admission of
pleasure, Beulah's thighs opened more and it felt as if
she was even pushing her pussy against my hand. "If I go
'round to the back of the house with you, willya promise
to come right back?"
"Sure, Beulah." I assured her, my hopes rising along with
my adolescent libido. Was she going to let me do it?
"Yer not gonna try nothin' are you?" she asked,
nervously. As I said, she was young but not stupid. "I
ain't gonna let yuh do nothin' more'n this."
"I won't, Beulah. I just wanta show you what the wharf
looks like now that they got lights there." It was a
stupid reason but I thought I had to say something. And,
from the top of the bank behind my uncle's house there
was a bird's eye view of the wharf where they'd just
installed electric lights a few days earlier.
"OK? I'll go with you?" She still sounded nervous and
doubtful and I'm sure it was a case of being aroused
beyond the constraints of her better judgment. "But just
for a minute, Joe. Then I gotta go home."
The others didn't seem to notice when we got up from the
grass and went out of sight around the corner of the
house. They were still arguing hotly about something.
There was a full moon hanging low on the horizon and the
house had blocked its light but here it was almost like
daylight to our dark-adjusted eyes.
"I guess the means Daddy can work at night now." The
wharf below us was brightly lighted but as for her Daddy
working at night, that was another matter. He was seldom,
if ever, sober enough to work by the time it got dark.
Her voice sounded strained and, when I put my arm around
her shoulders, she pulled away. Was she changing her
mind? My hopes, so high when she agreed to go with me,
were suddenly fading.
"Yeah...I guess so." I was already almost six feet tall
and now my problem was how to get my hand between the
much shorter girl's legs again.
"Let's sit for a minute. Maybe we'll be able to see him."
"Well...maybe for just a minute?"
We sat down on the grass, which was not yet dampened by
the usual evening dew. Beulah was about a foot away from
me but, I reasoned, she came with me so she must know
that I'm going to finger her again. Or more.
"Is that him?" I moved closer and pointed to a man about
the same size as her father who was leaning against the
railing on the backside of the wharf. My other hand
slipped up under her skirt.
"No Joe! Be good!" Beulah protested, but she didn't pull
away.
As my fingers pulled aside the elastic of her panty leg
and found the soft slickness of her pussy, she looked at
me with a funny expression on her face.
"Uh...uh, Joe? I really gotta go pretty soon?" Her voice
was soft then, kind of hesitant, as if she knew what she
should do but didn't want to.
Her legs remained open this time and my hopes surged
again. I was almost beside myself with lustful
anticipation. Was she going to let me do it? I found her
little clitoris and began to massage it.
"Would yuh like me to do somethin' fer you, too?" I
almost jumped out of my skin with excitement when I felt
her hand on my thigh. "But we gotta be quick 'fore
somebody comes back here." And then her fingers were
fumbling with the zipper of my fly.
I helped her, undoing my belt and opening my pants to
free my erect, throbbing cock.
"I'll take these off too, so's you can feel me better"
Beulah whispered as I took off my pants and she quickly
peeled off her panties.
"Mmmmm...Yours is bigger'n Daddy's. I mean Winny's," she
gasped, her younger brother's name added quickly after
saying 'Daddy'. Her hand was exploring my penis, which
had not yet reached its present, full length of more than
eight inches. She lay back on the grass then, parting her
legs compliantly and giving me unfettered access to her
pussy.
It had been two years since I had felt Eileen's hot pussy
engulf my cock and, since then, only my hand had caressed
it. Beulah seemed to know as much about it as I and her
hands played with my stiff organ with a skill that, even
now, surprises me, considering her youth. Her hands
stroked and caressed it, her fingers gently exploring it
from tip to base and even fondling my achingly swollen
testicles.
It was really the first time I'd had the opportunity to
play, unrestrained, with a girl's pussy. Although I'd
touched Eileen there many times, it was always through
her panties and always hastily, not counting that one,
glorious time I'd been inside her. Now, as Beulah lay on
her side beside me, leaning on one arm, she twisted her
hips so that they were flat and she kept her legs
compliantly spread.
"Tell me when yer gonna shoot, Joe. I don't wanna get yer
stuff on my clothes." I felt like I might 'shoot', as she
called it, at any moment and I concentrated on holding
back. I wanted more than this.
"Not yet, Beulah...It's not cumming yet." Her pussy, like
Eileen's, did not yet have any hair on it. The lips felt
thick and the twin fleshrolls surrounded my finger as I
probed, first for her clit and then for the hot portal to
her vagina.
"No...Don't do that" she protested when I slipped a
finger into the aperture, but she didn't try to stop me.
The fleshy ring surrounded my finger with a hot, snug
clasp and I was surprised by the fine corrugations I
could feel there. I knew I had to feel that snug opening
surrounding my cock no matter what she said. Her hands
were squeezing my prick harder now. Would she fight if I
tried to fuck her?
"I like the way you do that Beulah." As I spoke, I turned
and sprawled half across her, my left leg angled across
both of hers and pinning them down.
"Joe? No? I don't want you on me" she gasped, her voice
quavering as she released her grip on my cock and pushed
at my chest.
"But Beulah? It's better for me if I can move while
you're...you know...holding me there." It was a weak
justification but the best I could come up with, under
the circumstances, and it seemed to work for, once again,
her hands closed around my prick.
"Be careful, Joe...don't shoot now...you'll get yer stuff
on my clothes fer sure."
"I won't, Beulah" I assured her. She must have done this
before to know that a guy went off. I had my index finger
inside her up to the second knuckle now and my thumb was
working on her clitoris. She was breathing hard and, with
my other hand, I held her wrists because she had begun to
pump me so hard I was afraid I'd go off.
"Why, Joe? Why're yuh stoppin' me? Daddy...Winny likes me
to do it fast?"
This was the second time she'd called her younger brother
'Daddy' and I wondered, suddenly, if she'd actually done
this to her father. The thought of it cooled me of, at
least for the moment but, at the same time, I sensed that
this was something I could use to my advantage.
"Have you done this to him? To Willard?" As I asked her
if she'd played with her father this way, I worked a
second finger into her hot, snug cuntal orifice and began
to finger-fuck her.
"Unh...a couple times...but it's OK. Mom. sometimes she
don't want to so's he gets me to help him." Her ingenuous
reply shocked me. What else had she let him do?
"Are you close, Beulah? Do you feel like you're gonna
cum?" I could feel a sort of tension in her now and she
was almost gasping for breath as my fingers sluiced in
and out of her vagina.
"Yuh...unh...unh huh" she panted. "Gonna happen."
It was the moment I'd been waiting for. As she answered
me, her smooth pelvis tilted and, in a flash, I'd rolled
on top of her between her short, widespread legs. This
time wasn't like with Eileen. I knew what to do. Her
hands went to my hips and futilely tried to hold them
back but with a fierce thrust, I buried my throbbing
shaft up to the hilt in her small body.
"Hunnnggh!" Hot breath exploded from her lungs with a
grunt of shock. "No Joe...yuh can't!" Her thighs squirmed
and wriggled around mine for a few seconds but then she
became limp and docile beneath me. It was truly
delightful. Her sheath was thoroughly lubricated by that
time and I'd slid into her as easily as I had into
Eileen, even though I was quite a lot bigger now and
there wasn't the added lubrication of someone else's gism
in her.
"Oohhh yesss Beulah" I moaned, "It's alright."
"But Joe? Yer not gonna tell are yuh? If I letcha keep
on? If Daddy finds out, he'll kill us." The thought of
discovery cooled my ardour again but it was likely to
good purpose since, in the hot, moist clasp of her juicy
twat, I was on the edge of orgasm. "Yuh better hurry
'fore someone comes."
I was relieved. She wasn't mad because I'd sort of
tricked her. But I was also burning with curiosity. She
had definitely done this before and I wondered about it.
"Does Willard do this to you, too?"
"Uh...yeah...sometimes?" Her reply was hesitant and,
looking down at her in the moonlight, I could see a
guilty expression on her face. "But only when Mom can't.
I hafta do it to help him."
I couldn't wait any longer. I began to pump on her small
body, my throbbing tool sliding easily in and out of her
passage, and, as I did, I felt her hips tremble against
mine. I was much bigger than she and, as my passion grew
and I drove into her with adolescent vigour, she uttered
short, breathless grunts. Her firm thighs began to clasp
my hips in time with my thrusts and her little belly
bulged against mine as I neared my climax.
"Unh...unh...unh" her breathless grunts sounded in my
ears. "Unhh... hunhh...haannnhhhhh" she cried out and I
felt the sudden compression of her sheath on my cock. My
groin burned as my sperm coursed from my balls, out and
up into Beulah's cuntal corridor. Ecstasy. Rapture. The
hot wetness of my ejaculation bathed my cocktip as I
drove into her with the short, fierce strokes of
completion, pumping my sperm up into the depths of her
young body. And then I slumped down on her softly
twitching frame.
"Joe? Oh God, Joe?" she gasped after a moment. "Yuh went
in me? I fergot. Yer s'posed to use a safe?"
"It's OK, Beulah," I replied, hiding the sudden pang of
guilt and fear that shot through me. "You're too young to
get a baby."
"But? Like, Daddy always uses one? I never felt nothin'
like that before, y'know? He never pumped his stuff in me
like you done?" Beulah was lying limply beneath me,
motionless except for the occasional jerk of her hips
and, despite her concern, she made no effort to get me
off her.
"Yeah, but? Like, maybe it's because he's a lot older'n
me?"
"We gotta go, Joe. They might come lookin' fer us."
My adolescent passion drained, I was more than ready to
get away from her, as if in that way I could end any fear
of having knocked her up. I dismounted from her laxly
open frame and, quickly, we pulled on our clothes. Beulah
held my hand until we went around the corner to the front
of the house. The others had left except for my cousin.
"Where'd you guys go?" She looked at us suspiciously.
"We were watching Willard, down on the wharf. But
Beulah's gotta go home so we came back." I don't know if
my cousin suspected anything or not. Probably not. She
was not much older than Beulah and I was sure she didn't
know much, if anything, about sex.
That night ended my participation in the evening game. I
went home and read whatever I could find about making a
girl pregnant. It wasn't much and it didn't quell my
fears much, either.
"Have you started having your period yet, Beulah?" It was
three days later and we were sitting under the wooden
bridge over the brook that ran by her house.
"Yeah...I got my first one most two years ago. I'm due
next week." She looked pale today and it was obvious that
she was as worried as I. "What're we gonna do, Joe? I
mean, if yuh knocked me up?"
"It'll be OK, Beulah." But at that moment I didn't really
think so. I'd quickly figured the times and, according to
what I'd read, we'd dome it during the most dangerous
time.
"Fer sure I ain't gonna let yuh do again," she pouted.
"Even if yuh get some safes."
"Hi Joe. It's a nice day, ain't it." This was the first
time I'd seen Beulah smile in two weeks and a great sense
of relief washed over me. If she was smiling, then her
period had come. She was with her sister, Verna so we
couldn't talk right then but I didn't care. Never again
would I take a chance like that. At least, so I thought
at the time.
"Boy, what a relief." We were on the wharf, sitting in
the shadows away from the bright lights, and it was out
first chance to talk since she'd signaled me with her
smile. "Was you relieved too?"
"You better believe it, Beulah." Glancing around to be
sure we weren't being observed, I gave one of her breasts
a squeeze. "You feel like you're getting bigger every
day."
"Don't get ideas, Joe," she said, brushing my hand away.
I ain't gonna take no more chances.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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