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Little Brother at the University
by Jabber (taboop@centurytel.net)
***
While visiting his sister away at college for the
annual "Little Brother & Sister Weekend", this eleven-
year-old boy learns more than what they teach in the
text books. (F/b, ped, drugs, alcohol, orgy)
***
A prelude to "Band Camp 1984"
My oldest sister graduated from our small home town
high -school, "Wastings" High in West Michigan, the
spring of 1980. Rene’ was so proud of herself for
first-- Finally having completed public school and
next-- To be taking that next step along her path
toward personal independence, happiness and success.
(Further education.) It was only after a brief
investigation that summer in which she and my parents
chose the proper college for her to attend the coming
fall.
She and my parents located a wonderful mid -Michigan
university in a small town, fondly known as "Mt.
Happy". The whole family was very happy for her as she
took those first steps into the new world of
"adulthood". Even myself, I was rather proud of her
too.
Soon, not all that far into her first semester, my sis’
even invited me up to school to spend a few days for
the traditional "Little Brother & Sister Weekend". It
wasn't easy but it also wasn’t too long (after some
brief coaxing) that mom and dad finally gave in and
allowed me to go. Not to mention the fact that one of
my sister’s roommates just happened to be a friend from
high school and her little sister was also invited to
spend the weekend... Thus the driving task was made
that much simpler for each family.
I think both her parents and mine were also eager to
check in on their "little girls" though. As well as to
bring various articles discovered missing, or in need
of, by each young lady. I was so happy to go see my big
sister, the school and to learn all about "university
life", etc... Fortunate for me, the dull trip there was
made so much easier because of that little sidekick of
mine.
This roommate of my sister’s just happens to be the
niece of a professional sports car driver. Formula One,
I believe it is. He races, or used to race, the
Indianapolis 500 year after year and was a rather
popular driver with a big name in the sport. Anyway, I
rode up with their family on Friday afternoon and it
was planned that my parents would be there to retrieve
us come Sunday.
The drive up was sort of long but I was eleven and
nicely preoccupied, as previously stated, by the
company of the other young one alongside me in that
small station wagon. Rachel (the pretty girl of 10
years, or so) and I (only 11 years old) played a bit of
kissy-face and talked the whole way there. Not to
mention-- I was both very pleased and rather stimulated
to have my hand tucked down that cute, little girl’s
pants much of the drive. With my finger nicely pressed
deep into and softly stroking her both hot and tight,
smooth and wet pussy much of that trip the time just
seemed to fly by. Things were turning out to be very
exciting that weekend... before even reaching the
school!
Having finally arrived at the university, things there
were already in a shambles. There were car loads of
parents with their youngsters running all over the
place. Myself and those others were so happy and
excited to see our brothers or sisters, as well as all
the adventure we suspected of our weekend of fun.
I watched as each family carried so many crates both in
and out of the large dormitory. It seemed that the
"exchange" wasn’t an oddity for many students. Box
after box went in and out all afternoon. Items on the
way in (I assumed); either lost or forgotten. Those on
the way out; merely deemed unwanted or unnecessary by
their students /children.
My young friend and I helped her family carry in
various articles for our sisters as well. Next, we
watched as her mother inspected their dorm room. I
guess she was just making sure that every thing else
there was in ship shape condition, etc. However, I also
think that she and many of those other parents were
just in need of seeing and expressing "Good -bye!" to
their youngsters once more. After those tasks were
completed though, we finalized our trip. The plans for
our ride home and the proper pick up time was discussed
before they finally left little Rachel and I in the
care of our big sisters.
It was so neat! My sister and her friends showed my
little friend and I a bit around the school and then
took us out for pizza, or had it delivered for supper,
just as many others were doing... I can’t recall which
any longer. My sister’s roommates were pretty cool. All
of them were very friendly, so pretty and quite
hospitable. They made little Rachel and I feel entirely
welcome.
Well, Friday was just the beginning of the whole "party
scene" of that special weekend. I kept my eyes and ears
open and learned as much as I possibly could that first
afternoon, evening and into the night. Especially
keeping my eyes open... There were, after all, so many
pretty girls all about us. I simply couldn’t shut ‘em!
(My eyes.) The lovely college freshmen strolled
casually about the dorm. Each was so pretty, very cool
and seemed quite collected.
As I said: I overheard all the tricks and learned
various other things of the "special" needs of college
students. Although, I don’t suspect that my sister and
her room mates realized that I was watching and
listening quite as closely as I was. Well, all of
Friday was a "shambles" and both my little friend and I
were very tired come night so we ended up in bed fairly
early. We needed the rest. After all... our sisters had
scheduled various other sights and attractions for us
the coming day.
Saturday morning, they took Rachel and I to the big
Olympic -sized swimming pool for us to splash around
and then showed us many other commodities and resources
about the university. It was lots of fun. The whole
place was still a mess of us little ones, though. I
think our sisters next took us out to dinner and /or
some other aspect away from campus until that evening.
(Estimating 7 -7:30 PM to be ‘evening’.)
When we returned, the dorm was so chaotic! Not many, if
any, of our big brothers and sisters were trying to
keep up with our eagerness come sundown. That night,
things also turned toward a "party scene" fairly early.
The hallways were so crowded! They were filled with the
flurry of excited kids and still fewer siblings. Most
had simply "given in" and just let us roam about.
Everything was even more relaxed and comfortable. The
pretty coeds were in their loose fitting shorts and Ts
or their sleep -shirts come early. Just calm and
casual. As I said, the "party -atmosphere" began
earlier and steadily took a stronger form than the
night before. I recognized that more lenient, or
relaxed, spirit all about us. Almost every door was
opened and the pretty young ladies merely rambled from
one room to the next while a number of us little
brothers & sisters tagged along.
I continued watching and listening as closely as
possible to all those new things to be learned while we
moved on. I listened purposefully to every party’s
plans, needs and "tricks" as we did. It wasn’t all that
long either before I pleaded with my sister to let me
roam as freely as the others seemed to be. My nagging
eventually paid off and Rene’ allowed me to go. Yet, I
can still recall her only stipulation: "Stay up here--
On this floor," she told me firmly.
"Okay," I told her... Easy enough, I figured. There
were, after all, plenty of beautiful young women and so
many opened doorways the whole way down that hall!
In little time, I gleefully strolled off. Out her door
and to my right, as I recall. I was headed east, toward
the outside of the "Towers" dormitory. The hallway was
a buzz of energy: The action of those young coeds and
all of us excited ‘little -ones’ filled its length.
Music and the scent of tobacco engrossed the hall.
Vibrant, early ‘80s rock -n- roll and pungent smoke
poured from nearly every room. As did so many voices.
Some students were still contemplating, organizing and
/or setting forth upon some party(ing). I poked my head
into various doors and was either greeted politely
before speaking briefly or (at other rooms) I was
quickly, casually "blown off", so to speak. I may have
only been eleven but could still take a hint, after
all.
It wasn’t far down that smoky hall though, on the side
of my sister’s room, when I turned around. As I headed
back toward the center of the "Towers" I encountered
more opened doors and friendly souls on the other side
of the hall. It was then only one or two doors past my
sister’s room when I encountered another to poke my
head into.
As I recall, I was greeted very cordially and they
seemed rather open to my presence and curiosity. There
were several pretty girls, three or more likely four,
with bright smiles sitting casually about the room. As
I boldly came in, they inquisitively asked me in their
sweetest tones "And who’s little brother might you be?"
(Or, approximately so.) "Well..." I began shyly
/nervously, "I’m Rene’s little brother." Their pleasant
smiles spread wider, "Oh, yeah! We know Rene’... Come
on in!" they told me happily with an added wave of
their hand.
My smile probably spread a bit too then as I more
eagerly entered that welcoming environment. They were
all happy and laughing with a few beers, cigarettes,
and /or maybe even some other things burning around the
room.
They continued to speak amongst themselves for a while,
hardly taking note of me, as I inspected their place: A
desk stacked with text books, folders and paper. A
restroom loaded with towels, brushes and hairdryers,
etc. A few beds, a number of milk crates and one small
refrigerator against the wall, to my left.
They giggled and laughed, still involved in other
matters, or possibly they might have already been
commenting on how "cute" I was or "look at those eyes!"
etc. Although, it was certainly when I asked one of
them for a cigarette, or maybe just a "puff", that
their curiosities heightened.
They watched me closely then as I sat myself upon the
floor in front of their little crate filled with some
easy liquors. It contained several pints of schnapps,
etc. and a number of glasses. I’d bet their curiosity
must have built once more as I began picking through
those bottles. I retrieved the ones I was recently
familiarized with and set them aside, before picking
out a glass as well.
I swear, I could "feel" their eyes upon me as I poured
a mid -sized glass of Cream Decocoa. The bottle was
then capped and placed aside before I reached back
toward my earlier selections... This time, with a
bottle of Peppermint Schnapps in one hand and a stir
stick in the other, I added to my potion there on the
floor. After several quick swirls to the ingredients I
lifted the concoction toward my nose.
Looking about myself, with cocktail glass in hand, I
could see that all their eyes were on me! As well as
toward my apparently intriguing efforts there upon the
floor.
I worked the moment for all it’s worth... I rose the
glass slowly, just beneath my nose, to take a single
sniff then only a little sip of that simple cocktail. I
"swished" the liquor around my mouth for a moment with
a somewhat contemplative expression upon my face. Then
I slowly drank it down before replacing the glass to
the floor to add another small amount of schnapps to
the potion. I repeated the sniff and taste effort
(although more quickly or carelessly now, than
previously) before I looked up with a grin...
You should have seen all the curious looks on their
faces! I felt like some kind of a magician in front of
a classroom filled with eager children. Their attention
made me feel years older as well as several feet
taller, I swear.
Each of them was rather quiet, as I recall... I rose
the glass before myself and took a larger sip of the
sweet liquor this time. It passed easily about my
tongue then flowed smoothly down my throat before a
bright smile crossed my lips and I nodded. I turned to
look toward each of the pretty faces seated before me
then to those on either side of me before one of them
finally spoke up. With her brow dropped and a rather
scrutinizing look in her eye, "So... What is it?" she
asked curiously.
"Take a sip," I told her with a smile and an agreeable
tip of my head while I raised the glass to her reach.
She took it from my fingers with that continued
appearance of doubt although she was brave enough to at
least place the concoction toward her nose. I
carelessly suggested "Go on..."
There actually seemed to be a tension in the air while
her friends and I watched how she swirled the potion
around the glass to cautiously inhale its scent. After
slowly closing her eyes (nearly in dread, it seemed)
she lifted that small glass to her mouth though and
bravely tipped it back.
I watched how she gently pursed her lips to take that
first daring sip. Her soft, pink lips puckered out so
delicately toward the lucky mixture. (O -oh... If only
I could be so fortunate as that schnapps, I thought.)
Her roommates and I watched closely as she swished the
potion about her mouth. Happily, I noticed a grin
spread across her lips before her eyes opened in
surprise and she eagerly drank it down.
"Oh! My God!" she exclaimed as she looked toward each
of her friends around the room. With her eyes still as
wide as ever, she began to laugh. "Wow! That’s a
peppermint patty!" she exclaimed before taking a larger
sip.
All of their excited eyes quickly returned to me on the
floor. I felt rather proud of myself and was probably
beginning to show a somewhat cocky -type of a grin upon
my seemingly innocent face, as well. (Whether they
realized it or not.)
That first young woman began to bathe me with her
excited compliments before the glass even began its
passage about the room. Everyone had to try it!
Their laughter broke out over and over again as each of
them tasted my magical brew. Next, they turned all of
their compliments and much more of their excitement
toward me.
I loved it! Couldn’t seem to get enough of it! They all
giggled and joked with me. None of ‘em seemed to speak
down to me, either. (As often happens, even
unintentionally, when speaking with young kids.) In
little time at all, I really felt like I had become
part of their "family".
I was granted a cigarette of my own shortly after and
it burned gradually in an ash tray beside me while I
casually smoked with them. Soon, other glasses were
added to our circuit or rotation as their friends began
to fill the room. As they ended up back in my hand, I
prepared another concoction.
I took a little taste of each I poured. Next it was
handed to one of the girls. They took their own sips
too, before happily passing it on. They were all
laughing and laughing. It was so nice to listen to
their pleasant laughter. It created such a pretty
"song"... especially as the path of my intoxication
gradually took its course.
Not all that long after though, I turned while leaning.
With my arm extended toward their little fridge, "So...
Ya got any orange juice in there?" I inquired. "Well...
Yeah," one or more of them replied, sort of
questionably.
I can’t recall if I opened the refrigerator and reached
for it myself, or if it was merely handed to me. But
soon enough, I had the juice in my grasp anyway.
Then, after having taken one of those glasses out of
circulation or perhaps simply adding another from the
crate, I poured a glass of OJ. Each of their curious
looks, as well as several from the doorway, were
focused upon me again.
I loved it! As I said before, I couldn’t get enough of
it. I "milked" the situation to all ends. Whether
realizing it or not, I fluttered my long lashes
generously and did my best to stare deeply into each of
their eyes with my big dark ones while doing so.
I was more and more carelessly "using" all of that
"innocent little brother" stuff to its fullest. They
did seem to be eating it up, after all.
Each of them appeared to appreciate my bright happy
smile, my good natured, partially drunken laughter and
(I hadn’t really thought of this before, but...) they
were probably also pretty relieved to play with me: A
relatively "cute" guy, simply small, so un -intrusive
and... absolutely no hormones to be dealt with, what -
so -ever!
Or, they may have just thought I was somebody’s cute,
little, talking teddy bear or something like that. No
matter...
I poured a little over half a glass of OJ and looked
up. I stared strait into all those curious eyes once
more before slowly reaching for the Cream Decocoa.
Their faces showed such curiosity as I raised the
spirits toward the glass but as the little bottle
tapped its edge I could see those looks of curiosity
turn toward near dread.
Finally, they showed horror and genuine disgust as the
chocolaty liquor poured into the healthy, rich in
vitamin C, beverage. (Most often associated with other
liquor(s): Vodka and OJ-- "Screw drivers" for
instance.) I think "Eeww!" is how one or more of them
expressed their estimation /judgment of my new
concoction.
Similar to how I adapted the previous mixtures though,
I stirred it briefly before administering my sniff ‘n’
swig examination. That sip was swished about in my
mouth with the same contemplative look as before. I
swallowed it down before setting the glass aside. I
lifted the cream Decocoa and added a little bit before
a brief stir, then the sniff ‘n’ swig...
All the young women’s faces were still glued upon me
and my "mystical" workings. Some spoke up. They just
couldn’t seem to believe that-- ‘Here’s a "little" boy
showing them these new cocktails!’ They all laughed
playfully and chuckled so. We were, after all, having
lots of fun in there. While the alcohol gradually
filled my blood, I too laughed very freely. The room
steadily took on a more and more passive or calmer tone
as those intoxicants brought my restfulness.
As others passed, strolling along the hall, many would
at least poke their heads in to check on things. Some
would pause to say "Hi!" but most just raised their eye
brow before moving onward. Yet, other coeds were brave
or curious enough to actually stop and look a little
closer.
Gradually, the young ladies invited in a number of
them. Their dorm room was steadily filling. Another new
face would show up every so often.
I was offered another cigarette and occasionally
another toke from a joint although I continued to focus
most of my attentions on the concoctions in hand.
Basically, I continued mixing my magical potions for
those fun young coeds and their excited friends.
As it began earlier-- Someone would stop, poke their
head in the door and ask about the steadily growing
number of persons there. Sometimes they were asked to
stay.
"Hey, what’s going on in here?" a young woman asked as
she stepped into the doorway. One of the others, whose
room we were seated in, might open the invitation:
"Hey, So -and -So, check this out!" they’d say to their
friends.
"This little kid..." they began, before turning back to
me curiously.
"Jabber," I looked up to remind them, hardly distracted
from the task at hand.
"Yeah," those girls told their friends, "Jabber here,"
they’d say with an amazed tone before looking toward me
again, "How old did you say you were?"
I purposively replied in my shyest, most innocent, tone
"Eleven..." (Probably batting those long, dark lashes
of mine generously as I did.)
"Yeah! This eleven -year -old boy here, is teaching us
how to mix drinks!" they explained excitedly.
She was, or they were, still so exhilarated by the
seemingly preposterous nature of the situation. Their
friend’s eyes often opened wide in disbelief too before
they came in further. My concoctions were then
gradually passed their way.
We all laughed and joked while the glasses passed
'round and ‘round. As were the cigarettes and
marijuana... Many of the girls were still so
complimentary of, or at least commented on, my "cute"
appearance too. I ate it right up.
Names were also exchanged (although quickly drowned in
my excited /intoxicated mind) as I became entranced by
all of the pretty faces while I took in their
attention. Time escaped me but I guess it wasn’t all
that long though (approx. 1 hour) before I was "shipped
off" to another room.
A couple of those young ladies got me up and led me
away. I simply smiled and waved a loose arm to the
remaining girls and laughed as we departed. As the
young ladies and I stepped into and then down that
hall, the music seemed softer and that 'buzz' of
energy, as the evening had begun, was gradually
slowing. Fewer persons were wandering about as well.
Or, it may have been my slightly impaired state of mind
which was reducing the pulse.
It wasn’t such a long hallway, although with each of my
unsteady paces it seemed to be steadily lengthening.
Eventually, we (myself and those pretty coeds) reached
our destination: It was about three or four doors down,
to the other side of that smoked filled hall.
This room was dimly lit and somehow seemed much smaller
than any I had witnessed previously. It also stunk with
the pungent fumes of marijuana.
Soon though, one or the other of those young ladies who
lead me here departed. My pretty guides had left me in
the care of these other young ladies after their brief
introduction- "This is Rene’s little brother. Isn’t he
-e just the cutest?"
Well, I think I may have mixed a couple more
concoctions and /or at least was encouraged to take
part in other "indulgences" at this location.
I was very comfortable here. I enjoyed the more relaxed
environment and softer laughter in this room as those
fading names spiraled about me. More cigarettes and
marijuana. Some more liquor and /or at least some beer
at this room as well. However, I’m not as certain any
longer. For some reason though I do think it was only
cigarettes, marijuana and beer.
In the darkness my mind steadily grew dimmer as well.
My senses numbed while my thoughts faded. As I said--
Every one of those recently exchanged names was quickly
lost as were the faces of the young women who led me
here. She was /they were gone! Soon, one or two more of
the other young women left as well. There in the dark,
my beer was then placed to a dresser top after my new
acquaintances invited to join them at their bed sides
where we passed a joint back and forth.
We could still hear the occasional passers by from the
hall before one of those voices eventually invited the
other young lady out. The sandy blond haired girl
slowly, carefully got up from her bed across from us
(her motions weakened with her intoxication) and left
us with few words. She departed with sort of a brief
"Good bye, nice to meet cha," type farewell, leaving me
alone with the other young woman, a college freshman at
Mid -Michigan University, whose face was still almost
entirely obscured in the shadows.
My sole companion and I then finished that joint in
silence. She merely seemed to be studying me there in
the quiet. Unbeknownst to me various thoughts were
crossing her young, intoxicated mind.-- Here she is...
away at college. Possibly the first time she’d ever
been this far from home and all alone.
Now, she’s feeling the "itch" just like every other
young adult there but she also knows that if she does
any young stud, by Monday afternoon every other guy
will know about it and want a piece for themselves...
Who’s this little boy gonna tell? she asked herself.
Who’d believe ‘im? she thought again. Well, she
considered, there’s no chance of pregnancy... He’s just
a boy. Nor venereal disease either... He’s most likely
still a virgin. And he’s not about to become forceful,
he’s so small. Besides-- He’s inebriated! I’ll be in
full control... "So," she decided, "I want it. He’s got
it. He’s safe from disease and reputation. I’ll be in
charge and... He is -s cute! What could be better!?"
she smiled inwardly.
The lovely, young coed briefly questioned general socio
codes and ethics too before considering her own morals.
Finally though, having sorted right from wrong or her
values there of (somewhat distorted via intoxicants
presently), she moved to touch my arm. When that tingle
rose along my arm as I felt her soft fingers stroke me,
I turned to struggle to see her face in the shadows.
I stared and stared into the darkness, hoping to find a
face, some rhyme or any reason to this silent tension
before she too began to slowly get up. She only moved
to close the door though. I watched as she somewhat
clumsily moved around me, then the foot of the bed and
next along the desk to reach the door.
I noted her deep brunette hair, long and curling over
her shoulders, then her both firm and curvaceous form
as she stepped into the light to shut that door. A
devilish twinkle showed in her eye as she turned over
hers shoulder and reached for the knob. But I was
surprised... Maybe. Hmm -mm... Did I just hear the lock
turn? I dully thought as she slowly returned to her bed
on which we were seated.
She replaced herself on the jumbled pillows there in
the shadows before lighting a couple cigarettes. Fewer
questions stirred weakly about her mind as she placed
one to her mouth but held the other before herself...
forcing me to retrieve it. Carefully, I nudged myself
along the side of the bed ‘til I was beside her and
could reach that cigarette, where I remained to share
the sole ashtray.
Still shielded by the darkness, my new brown -haired
friend and I spoke quietly as further tranquility
overcame me. Still less of those speculations passed
through her mind as well while we sat there.
I don’t recall all that much but I do think our words
were few and of little significance until she
extinguished her cigarette. Finally having addressed or
dismissed each of those questions and considerations
within her though she sat up to brush the stray hairs
from my forehead before taking action...
The coed slowly pulled the cigarette from my lips and
commented-- "Yeah, So-and-So was right..." she drawled
in a whisper. "You are kinda cute... Aren’t you?" Then
she sighed deeply as a lazy smile crossed her face,
"Ahh..." she sighed again as questions briefly rose and
fell within her before she softly traced her finger tip
from my forehead, down my cheek, then the line of my
jaw toward my chin. A tickle gradually crossed me as
she did however my numbed form didn’t shiver.
Sitting beside me, she was a fair portion taller than I
and I cautiously raised my eyes to see into her glazed
and dilated ones. (Mine likely appeared the same.) I
didn’t notice that her hand was still gently at my
front until she steadied my chin with her finger tip
and lifted my face as she leaned to look even closer. I
was surprised again but I wasn’t startled to feel her
touch. It caught me off guard but I didn’t jump. As she
leaned to look even deeper into my dark brown eyes we
were so close that I felt her breath upon my face...
What did she see? What did she notice? I now wonder.
As I became more excited I grew anxious, my temperature
rose and I began to sweat. When I licked my lips I
noticed that sickly taste of the corrosive combination
of alcohol, marijuana and tobacco in my mouth... and
that seemed to be my sole consideration as the lovely
eighteen -year -old coed leaned the smallest portion
left to gently place her lips to mine.
"Ahh..." or was it "Ohh..." I sighed in relief as her
soft, warm lips spread over mine. While my throat stung
from the foul mixture of those listed intoxicants, I
soon felt the therapeutic sensation of her smooth, warm
fluids as her tongue softly passed into my mouth. The
warmth and moisture of her tongue filled my little
mouth as I languidly attempted to return her alluring
kiss. "Mnnnn... Mnnnn..." she whimpered as her velvet-
like tongue cascaded softly about my mouth while she
kissed me more and more vigorously.
My head grew light as I felt her warm breath exhale
across my cheek and fill my ear. She placed her hands
gently upon my arms as she grew more excited. While her
heart beat rose she slowly began to pulse my little
form back and forth as she breathed harder and deeper
and her hands grasped me in different ways. My arms
only lay still though and I maintained to kiss her with
as much invigoration while she became more physical
with me.
Rocking ourselves forward and back while she kissed me,
my anonymous friend finally gasped softly "Ah -h!"
Having felt the emptiness within her grow to an
unbearable level, she slowly fell back upon her pillows
pulling me down on top of herself to fill that void.
Her knees spread high and wide as I landed on the
cushion of her full breasts. "Ah -h," and "Ooh -h," she
moaned as she gently rolled us side to side. I
continued to kiss her just as rousing as she had
initiated while her form pulsed, carrying my little
physique to and fro.
Now, although I hadn’t even had the proscribed sex
education through our public school system yet, I had
at least seen a number of dirty magazines. (Those from
the erotic film industry.) So I knew, at least, what it
looked like to make love to a woman...
As my new friend turned her head to one shoulder she
directed my face to the other. Just as I had seen in
those magazines, I began to lick her neck. Up and down
her neck I delicately ran my tongue from her collar
bone to her tender earlobe and back again. She
continued to moan softly as I did and I noticed when
her hands gradually released my head.
Next she stroked her hands up and down my back before
grasping my buttocks firmly, then she guided my left
hand slowly toward her breast. After I began pulsing my
little hand upon her soft tit her physique began to
shudder more heavily as her breathing deepened and she
moaned softly. I continued to stroke her neck with my
tongue tip and her large breast bulged about my fingers
as I grasped it firmly. Only able to judge myself by
those motions and her breathing though it did seem
that, what ever it was that I was doing-- I was doing
it right!
As we turned to one side I felt her hands reach between
us to quickly remove my polo shirt, then open my blue
jeans and reach into my underwear. Without pause, she
next unclasped the buttons of her sleep shirt...
Yes, although I was numbed or numbing, I still felt her
touch. It surprised me but it didn’t shock me. It
didn’t seem wrong to me either. After all-- I was a
very horny, little eleven-year-old boy. The day before
I was kissin’ and touchin’ a young(er) girl. So, this
just seemed to be a natural step in the progression...
After having opened each of those buttons down her
front she laid herself flat once more. We quickly
resettled myself upon her warm front before I resumed
caressing her neck with my tongue tip.
She was still breathing very deep and heavily when she
softly placed her hands, with fingers spread wide, to
either side of my head. She turned my face to kiss her
deeply before allowing me to return. She gasped softly
"Oh! Oh -h!" and trembled while I continued to flutter
my tongue softly across her delicate skin, squeeze her
breast and twist her nipple in my little finger tips.
Soon though, the lustful teenager began to guide my
face down her front. My tongue stroked lightly as she
slowly moved my head to her chest.
Seemingly, the sexy young coed had located all the
answers to those questions which troubled her
previously because, without any hesitation she merely
held her breast out for me. I opened my mouth as wide
as possible and dutifully enclosed as much of her
lovely tit as I could.
She moaned louder as my jaw pulsed upon her full breast
and my teeth bit softly into her luscious flesh while I
stroked my tongue across her rippled areola then around
and around her stiffened nipple. With her guidance once
more, or perhaps following one of those magazines I had
viewed, I spread my free hand as widely as possible and
clasped upon her other breast.
Lively, prickling sensations passed across her flesh as
the teenager groaned deeply and trembled. My fist
pressed again and again into her delicate skin fueling
such excitement. Her heart beat harder and still harder
while her meaty breast swelled about my fingers as I
firmly squeezed her tit. She sighed with short breaths
and tingled everywhere as electric -like sensations
spread across her form while my little thumb encircled
her sensitive nipple rapidly.
Still clenching one breast and biting upon the other, I
slid my free hand between ourselves to push my fingers
through the tightly curled hairs which covered her
mature pubic mound. The young woman’s thinking didn’t
necessarily clear although it seemed to suddenly become
more focused. Before scattered or cylindrical... Her
confused and illogical thoughts became narrow and
funneled. Much like my hand to her vagina! And I think
that was hers and mine... our only concern at that
moment.
Yes, while the little vagina I was fondling the day
before was so small and smooth, this young woman’s
pussy was bulging and thick with fur. After parting
those curls, each of my finger tips were soon dipped
into her steaming flesh before her physique began to
pulsate. "Aah..." she called out soft but deeply. Then
"Ararghh..." she called still deeper and a little
louder as her body slowly coursed forward and back.
After releasing my head entirely she reached to hold my
little wrist firmly and steadied my hand between her
legs. She began to pulse her hips forward and back, up
then down, stroking her vagina back and forth over my
fingers. Each of us, hot and sweaty as ever, could
smell her salty -sweetness fill the air as she washed
my hand, my wrist and a portion of my forearm like
that.
Soon, her entire physique shook tighter and still
tighter before she began to convulse and tremble all
over. Other than the creaking bed springs, "Oohh..."
her high pitched call disturbed the silence.
I, at that time, didn’t understand her orgasm and only
remained planted, awaiting her further guidance. After
collapsing for a time, nearly lifeless like that (other
than her heaving breaths and her muffled heart beat
which I heard within) her hips began to gently pulse
over my hand, still embedded between her thighs. I was
so confused. I didn’t know what to do. Without better
or more informed options I continued to softly pulse my
mouth upon her delicate tit... eventually I felt her
head gradually rise from the pillow.
With my puckered lips still enclosing her stiff nipple,
I curiously looked up from her breast to see her
staring down her front. Her eyes were still glazed and
seemed rather vacant until a smile slowly crept across
her lips and I sighed easily as I felt her hands glide
softly up my bare back. Both of her hands soothingly
caressed my flesh before cautiously reaching into my
hair. While both of her dainty hands clasped gently at
the back of my head I slowly removed my own little hand
from her vagina before coming to my hands and knees and
crawled forward as she seemed to direct.
Soon, face to face, she looked deeply into my eyes and
smiled. "Ahh... You are the cutest..." the coed sighed
with a drunken slur, repeating her earlier sentiment
then she leaned that smallest potion left to kiss me
firm and heavily. She inhaled deeply, drawing all my
breath and sucked my tongue right into her mouth.
Ah! My mind spun. Whoa! I collapsed weakly upon her
front again. What’s this? I tried to think in that
swirl before my numb and weakened form even began to
recover. My heart beat heavily as I regained my wits. I
trembled inside as I attempted to collect my senses and
my limbs merely hung limply to either side of us before
any strength returned.
Various thoughts lingered in the pretty teenager’s mind
though. There were still curiosities and questions to
be answered. "Hmmmm..." she thought as a devilish grin
spread across her inner smile. After our kisses
softened her fingers gently stroked back and forth
through my hair for several moments before she finally
planted her hands to my shoulders and began to guide me
in silence once more.
Again, thinking of those dirty magazines, I envisioned
my destination at the end of this avenue as she
directed my motion. Her body pulsed gently beneath my
chin and neck as my face gradually neared the target
which I suspected.
While my tongue extended as far as possible, her smooth
belly glided slowly under my neck until I felt her
curled pubic hair just beneath my chin. The scent I
noticed, it was not so much our perspiration any
longer. This salty /sweet odor of her vagina was so
hearty and, and... and exhilarating! My mouth was
watering madly as I breathed deeply through my nose to
inhale as much of her natural scent as I could. Just
before, with both hands at my head, she gently pushed
my face into her crotch as her hips arose.
She shivered as tingling sensations cascaded throughout
her while my chin, then my lips, tongue and next my
nose stroked through the smooth folds of her warm labia
as she drew her hips up and down. I also reached, with
both hands then, to clasp upon her full breasts.
My little fingers spread far again but my thumb and
forefinger pinched her nipples as I gripped her
pulsating bust. "Ahh..." she called softly while her
hips beat up and down. "Ahh..." she called again as my
hands continued to work upon her plentiful tits. "Oh!
Oh!" she gasped twice as she trembled all over.
I felt her fingers slowly spread through my hair as she
continued to breath harder and harder. With my tongue
still extended as far as possible, my face slid up and
down the length of her moistened vagina. The pretty
coed’s strengths seem to have recovered fully when she
firmly clenched my head "Oh! Oh! Oh, yeah -h..." she
called out strongly after having set my face and mouth
properly.
Placed here, my warm face, nose and chin filled as much
of her emptiness as I was or as she was able. While she
continued to slowly stroke my face with her vagina
though I found it... I felt her muscles clench and how
her hips trembled each time it skipped by my lips. I
noticed that with elongated sensation here the more
powerful those responses became.
So, with no understanding of the clitoris, I sought it
out... Back and forth it flowed or cascaded by me. I’d
feel it pass by my lips as her physique shuddered. I
would have it for a moment and she would buck and
tremble wildly but then I’d loose it. Soon, I’d have it
between my puckered lips and she would shake
erratically.
Once I learned our rhythm(s), I finally had that
strange fleshy nub between my puckered lips and she
convulsed so irregularly. Orgasm upon orgasm poured
over her frame, shaking her body and tingling her
senses. She began to buck like a bronco as I continued
to stroke my tongue back and forth over her salty -
sweet flesh!
Then, not to restrain her mind you, I removed my hands
from her chest to gently clasp upon the outside of her
smooth thighs to help guide us both. My little fingers
softly stroked her delicate skin before her pulsations
took on that regular, more determined nature again. My
fingers clenched into her soft flesh as she rocked
harder and faster. Then, after a full breath comes my
deepest groan yet "Arrrr..." I called out-- directly
into her pussy.
Unbeknownst to me, with her legs pressed to either side
of my head, my ears muffled by her soft thighs and my
eyes well shrouded in a jungle of pubic hair, the
excited coed had lifted one breast to her lips. Her
lips parted to bare her teeth before the vibrations of
my call tickled her just right and she bit heavily into
her rippled aerola and sensitive nipple.
"Oh! Oh! Ohh..." she yelled loudly, muffled by her
mouthful of soft flesh as the electric -like energies
crossed her flesh and she bathed my face in her vagina.
Her body shook then convulsed more and more, with an
increasing rhythm before she began to tense up. Her
face contorted with the tension and her brow dropped in
concentration as her every muscle clenched like a vice
as she rocked with this most powerful orgasm.
With her sole hand, she finally grasped my head the
firmest yet and nearly screamed, "Ahh! Ahh!" as
tingling energies ran their course throughout her
physique. She continued to shake violently while
electricity racked her form and cascaded across her
flesh.
She was still holding the back of my head and I noticed
as her convulsions gradually lessened before "Ooh!
Ooh!" she called a little softer. Then again and again
gradually softer. After elongated moments of trembling,
"Oh! Yeahh..." she sighed as she finally released me.
Her figure quivered for a period longer before she went
entirely lip, her head fell back heavily and she
relaxed easily on her bed. Effortlessly she sighed one
long, deep breath as her physique continued to twitch
and tremble irregularly before she finally, very slowly
raised her head to peer down between her legs.
Looking towards my glassy -eyed, intoxicated and well
moistened face, "Oh -h..." she moaned softly as a silly
smile crossed her face then she opened her arms and
reached to my shoulders.
Slowly, pulling me along her front the young woman
chuckled quietly as those little twinkling stars
circled above her head, "Ho! Ho! Ho!"
Her delicate belly felt so smooth, pulsing lightly
beneath me while I glided along her abdomen. Eventually
face to face she looked deeply into my eyes "...was
right..." turning head side to side. Then she told me
again, "You're the cutest," with a slur while her voice
grew deeper and deeper as her head continued to slowly
turn before her eyes gradually closed and her head laid
back heavily.
Feeling her breaths deepen, I snuggled closely to her
bared form and made myself more comfortable. Still
between her parted thighs, I laid my chest over her
warm abdomen with my head nestled safely between her
elbow and full breast before closing my eyes as well.
I’m not aware of how long we rested (maybe 20 to 30
minutes, perhaps a little more) but eventually one of
her classmates returned. My eyes gradually opened as my
friend stirred beneath me. "Mmmmm, no..." I said softly
as I wrapped my arms about her middle while she
attempted to get out of bed. She kindly remained beside
me before she began slowly button her sleep shirt.
"Oh! My God! So-and-So... What have you done!?" the
other young woman, standing over us, demanded in a very
accusing tone. (I assumed she was another of my
friend’s room mates.)
From where I lay on the bed, I looked up to that young
woman and sort of slowly waved my little hand in the
darkness and greeted her. "Hi..." is all I quietly said
in a boyish tone with what I hoped was a pleasant (or
similar type) grin on my face.
Though I was attempting to reassure my new friend’s
room mate, the girl remained quite alarmed. "My God!"
she asserted once more in a firm although hushed tone
with fury in her eyes.
Her breaths were quick and short as her head nervously
turned to and fro before each of us heard the noises
from the hallway. "S -shit!" she exclaimed before
quickly stepping to close and lock the door.
"How could you!?" she demanded over her shoulder as she
bent towards the knob... "How could you?" my friend’s
room mate carried on as she returned.
"So..." my friend finally stuck up for herself, "He’s
cute. (She set her hand softly to my shoulder, with her
finger gently stroking my neck. I giggled and squirmed
a little as she did.) Besides..." she turned to face me
more directly as my head fell back on my shoulders and
a smile spread across my lips. She placed her other
hand to my far shoulder "look at ‘im. He’ll never
remember anyway," she told her room mate over her
shoulder before she leaned to me with a twinkle in her
eye and pressed her lips to mine.
"Ahh..." I sighed as warmth filled me while she gave me
another deep, full kiss. The intoxication of lust
carried me away...
"Well," her room mate looked one way then the next and
back to me, "let’s just get you out of here now,
anyway. Okay?" she asked me or told me affirmatively
while nodding her head as she lifted me from her
friend’s bed.
Once upright though the other coed was stunned once
more and she turned to look very accusingly to my
friend when she saw that, not only was my shirt
missing, but now she discovered my pants were also open
and my little penis hung loosely from my undershorts.
Aghast, "I don’t believe you, So-and-So..." she glared
at my friend.
She, my new friend, on the other hand, only placed her
fingers softly upon my shoulder again and looked so
lovingly into my eyes with a grin. Having finished
buttoning her shirt though she quietly lit a cigarette
and sat down at the top of her bed once more.
The "Room Mate" proceeded to finish dressing me. Her
fingertips tickled my abdomen, I think, as she replaced
my little thing to my shorts and buttoned my jeans. In
the meantime, my friend sat almost entirely obscured in
the darkness once more... other than the smile I could
then see on her pretty face with that devilish twinkle
in her eye.
As her roommate opened the door and attempted to usher
me out though the sexy young coed extended her arm from
the shadows with her hand opened. I quickly stumbled
back to softly place my hand in hers. She brought me
closer as she thanked me again. "It was r-really n-nice
to meet cha, Jab-by" she said before she pulled me
still further and kissed me again.
"Thanks," I said with a smile and my own slur as my
head fell back weak on my shoulders before "Okay,
okay... let’s go," the party pooper room mate spoke up
and gently took me from her friend.
My friend laughed softly and wiggled her fingers in the
air. I smiled and maybe giggled a little too as my head
rolled about my shoulders and I wiggled my fingers
similarly while her room mate ushered me out.
Once into the hall though, "Slam!" the door shut firmly
behind me and "Click, click," I heard the knob lock.
The instant after, I heard the "Room Mate" speak loudly
to my friend. Her strong words were harsh but
indiscernible to me although my friend’s gentle
laughter was very clear. A smile slowly crossed my lips
and I looked upward before slowly nodding my head as my
eyelids gradually closed.
Standing there in the hallway it was only moments later
when I realized that I already missed that room. I
missed the both comfortable and enticing, darkened room
with the most welcoming coed I’d met all evening,
why... all weekend! However, I guess it was only after
a thoughtless sigh that I turned to walk on.
The corridor was more quiet than before. Restfulness
had overcome the dormitory while all seemed to be
gradually dimming. It still stunk of cigarettes and
marijuana, although not quite as strongly as before...
Or, perhaps I had simply grown that numb to it by then?
Some doors were open, not as many as before but still a
few. I paused to look in each though there was not much
to be seen. I felt so lonely.
It was not so long however when I was fortunate enough
to cross paths with a young woman who recognized me
from that very first room. (Where I’d displayed those
newly acquired bar tending skills of mine.)
That pretty coed was happy to see me and spoke to me
pleasantly before introducing me about the room with
her arm across my shoulders. She offered a brief
explanation to the other young ladies there of my
"talents" before she quickly expressed our farewells
and proceeded to take me out and guide me down the
hall... again. It was not all that far though (several
doors down and to the opposite side once more) where
she led to still another room.
This place, much better lit than the last, also seemed
larger -much larger. Brighter, happier, more colorful
and certainly more playful as well. It was also
occupied by even more young ladies than the very first
was originally. (Five or maybe even six.)
Names were exchanged around the room -full of pretty
young coeds. Although, just as the others had, those
names and faces soon molded or faded into one scrambled
concoction... Each of those pretty faces, lovely smiles
and intriguing figures which I had been admiring all
night had taken on a sole form by that time. All but my
new, dark -curly haired friend from the shadows, that
is! Though I didn’t recall, or even know her name, the
time we shared stood out in my mind... for obvious
reasons.
Once more, at this room, I think I may have mixed some
drinks, or was at least invited to join them in
theirs... More alcohol, cigarettes and (maybe)
marijuana as I sat on the fuzzy carpet before their
television. (The local late night news followed by an
episode of M*A*S*H, staring Alan Alda.)
Some say, "Time just flies when you’re having fun" ...
Right? Well, it definitely seemed to that night! One
moment faded to another. One minute to the next and one
hour to still another. It was not until early the next
morning that I finally wandered off... back to my
sister’s room.
I’m not sure if I could recall the room number by that
time or not but I did, at least, recognize the general
direction in which to head myself. Few others roamed
the dim hall.
Traffic certainly had dwindled... to nearly nothing.
Everything was very still and almost lifeless. My feet
seemed to step somewhere above that cool floor beneath
me too. There was no tactile sensation to it. Well,
none which I noticed.
No colors to be spoken of and few, if any, significant
sounds either. Occasionally a soft voice would speak up
or mumbled words were called out. (Or, perhaps those
sounds too were only muffled by my present
impairments?)
I finally reached Rene’s room though. As I both slowly
and carefully stepped in, I could see her and at least
two of her roommates still sitting around the small
black and white television set there. Each of their
eyes raised toward me in curiosity and surprise.
Although my sister’s showed a certain fierceness. A
bitter scowl smeared across her face as she hurriedly
sat up.
"Jabby!"-- my name came harsh and loudly. It seemed to
shake my mind. "Where the hell have you been!?" she
roared. Then came her command: "Get in here!" Once
more, spoken at the top of her lungs. (Her tone shook
my senses and seemed to resonate in my empty head.) So,
I took one or maybe two more of my little, shuffled
"baby steps" into the room.
I was still safely, in a well shadowed area though...
or so I thought. Yet, my sister either noticed the
tipsy nature of those few steps, the sway to my hips or
merely the fact that my head was sort of rolling about
my shoulders, for she quickly stood and took just two
large steps toward me.
She grabbed me firmly by the shoulder and pulled me
into the light. My head fell back and forth carelessly
upon my shoulders as my body swayed weakly in her
grasp. (She was, after all, a bit over six feet tall
and who knows how many pounds! Where as, I probably
only weighed about sixty -five pounds and I haven’t any
idea how many feet tall. Although, not too many. I
assure you.)
As my head rolled back on my shoulders she needed only
to take one look into my eyes before concluding I was
wasted. Though its possible she might have also smelled
the combination of liquor and marijuana on my person.
"Damn it, Jabby!" she yelled. "You’re stoned, aren’t
you!?" (As I think of it now: It does seem a rather
irrelevant or redundant question... considering the
obvious condition in which I had returned.) "Gawd damn
it!" she told me with certain vehemence in her eye as
she bent toward me and shook my limp, little physique
back and forth. "Who did this to you!?" she demanded
with that angry scowl upon her face as her index finger
waved back and forth before my nose.
Although, I had no names to give her. Nor is it likely
that I would ever divulge such information. After all,
each of them, those pretty coeds and especially my "New
Friend" from the shadows, they were my new "party
buddies", weren’t they? Or, something like that. (I say
this with a very bright and happy, smiling face today.)
As angry as ever, Rene’ proceeded to pick me up by my
shoulder /collar bone and drag me into the vacant
hallway. The toes of my little tennis shoes dragged
across the polished floor with a "Squeak..."
So, standing there in the center of the hall of the
"Towers" dormitory of that particular mid -Michigan
university, my oldest sister proceeded to shake my weak
little body and intoxicated mind back and forth as she
called out loudly up and down that hall: "Gawd damn
it!... Who got my little brother stoned!?"
Well, later that morning, Sunday’s daylight then... I
woke up with, what must have been, my very first hang
over ever. Gosh! College life sure is neat, isn’t it? I
thought, while my head pounded... Breakfast followed,
although I’m not sure if I ate all that much.
Eventually lunch. I think I was getting better...
It probably wasn’t all that long before mom and dad
arrived. They were so happy to see my sister and her
roommates again. They later took all of us out to
dinner, as well. Special hugs and kisses, as well as
firm hand shakes were spread around the group before we
set off. The ride back to "Wastings" followed. However,
the time was spent this day as little Rachel and I
excitedly told my parents all about our fun weekend
with our sisters...
Oh, if I could only go back and do it all over again!
Ps. I hadn’t thought of it before but it comes to me
now-- I’m so happy my sister never leaned far enough to
actually smell my breath. Among the intoxicants of the
night would she have also noticed the scent my new
"after shave"!? I wonder which would have upset her the
most?... Would she have dragged me into that hallway to
call out "Gawd damn it! Who fucked my little brother?"
By:
Jabber
Dedicated to:
My Sis, Rene’
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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