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Dear Diary
By Anonymous 1991 (address withheld)
***
A diary written from a young teenage girl's point of
view, who has just reached puberty and enters the
sexual game of teenage life. (mf-ff-teens, inc, bi,
youths, 1st, voy)
***
Dear Diary,
Today is my thirteenth birthday. Yesterday was the
strangest day of my life. It started out with my first
"wet dream" and then I learned about some of the
secrets to becoming a woman. I will attempt to write
down exactly what happened, but after this, I will
definitely have to make sure this diary is hidden from
here on out.
To begin I'll start with the dream and how I woke up
this morning.
Joey sat on the bed, with his back to the door. Until a
few minutes ago he had been resting quite comfortably.
He wiped the sleep from his eyes and rose from the bed,
strolling over to the dresser and retrieved a clean set
of shorts and headed off to the bathroom.
I, being just one year younger, heard movement from
inside his room and rushed to gather my clothes
together. As I crossed out of my room, I was just in
time to see the bathroom door ajar and heard the water
begin to flow from the shower. Damn, just once I'd like
to be able to beat him. Nothing I try to do has ever
phased him in the least. My brother must be the most
arrogant butthole in the universe.
The boat shuddered, as if hitting one of the speed
bumps found at the entrance to their old apartment in
Cleveland, Ohio. Sometimes I wished my parents hadn't
taken their vacation out on the ocean. Why couldn't
they have just gone to Disneyland like other families?
Glancing at my calendar above the desk, I noticed it
was Friday the 13'th. Since this was also my birthday,
I recalled how my parents told me of my being born into
this world during the bombing of Berlin. Now that I am
twelve years of age, did they actually think I believed
I had been dropped by a stork? I probably knew more
about sex then they did. I'd heard their sounds of
lovemaking.
Did they think I was deaf to the banging of the bed
against my bedroom wall? Did it really only take about
four minutes to satisfy each other? Like, for real.
that I would believe that the stork brought me, why did
they insist on treating me like a child? Many is the
time I wish that I had a friend that I could absolutely
trust to tell any and all of my secrets. I wish there
was someone who treated me with respect. Who treated me
as an equal.
I have only one brother. He is like a mirror image of
me, only he is one year older. Many people mistake us
for being twins. If it wasn't for finally my maturing
enough to having a bit of a chest, and my long hair
black hair, we could be mistaken as identical brothers.
I blame him for being older. He is always teasing and
picking on me.
It is few and far between that I am able to get back at
him. Just last week he had stolen one of my new
training bras and was using it as a slingshot in the
back yard with some of the neighborhood boys. I got
even with him by taking his adult magazines, hidden
under his bedroom, mattress. I'll bet he is still
worried that it was mom who had found them.
Leaving my bedroom, I have decided I am tired of having
to wait for my brother to finish in the bathroom for my
turn. So I stormed into the bathroom and pulled my
panties down, sat on the toilet and glared at his wet
form through the shower's glass door.
Joey heard the door open, but it didn't register until
a few moments later that someone was with him.
Continuing to shampoo his hair, and then rinsing it, he
noticed my staring at him. Since he was only thirteen,
and his masculinity was just kicking in, the fact that
his sister was in the bathroom was just a bit too much
for his juvenile pride to handle. He shut the water off
and slid the shower door open. Acting like it didn't
bother him in the least, he grabbed a towel and dried
his hair, and began working his way down his body.
As he reached his manhood, he emphasized the fact that
he had just reached puberty and the light tuft of curls
were given extreme attention with his towel. He enjoyed
the amazed look on my face as I watched him exhibit
himself in this manner. Just to add the icing on the
cake, he wrapped the towel around the shaft of his
manhood and stroked it a few times to cause it to
become semi-erect.
Its normal size of two inches, grew to just over three,
as he excited himself to a semi-erection. A small drop
of moisture formed at the eye of his hardening penis.
He must have noticed I was intently watching the
jerking movements and pulses his shaft, made as he
moved his towel again up and down the length of his
manhood.
I didn't blink an eye. If it was a battle of the body
as well as the mind, I would do my best to keep with
him. I leaned back on the toilet and allowed him to
watch me urinate into the water below. Normally that
might make most males a bit apprehensive and turned
off, but he had never seen a girl perform this private
bodily function. Males just usually strolled up to a
john, whipped it out and aimed for the water below.
His erection grew slightly as he observed me. Joey
could see the spray flow from my mound and splash
below. He watched the golden fluid as it left my body
to shower upon the water. I then took a few sheets of
toilet paper and wiping myself, I made sure that my
fingers caused my vagina to spread apart and expose its
virginal entrance.
We hadn't seen each others bodies since we had stopped
taking baths together around five years of age. This
open viewing was really the most that either of us had
seen of the opposite sex naked. I calmly bent over to
pull my panties up, and while doing so, brought my face
purposely to within inches of his shaft.
My breath had to have been felt by him as I stood
upright. Strolling over to the door, I left the
bathroom without so much as a backwards glance. I
thought, silently to myself, that I had definitely
finally bested him. Maybe now he would treat me more
like an adult, instead of a brat baby sister!
Closing the door behind me, I placed an ear against it
to listen for any comments Joey might make under his
breath. All I could hear was a continuous smacking
sound. Lowering my eyes to the keyhole, I observed my
brother stroking his shaft furiously. His balls
swinging, as he pummeled his fist from the tip, to the
base, in a heated fashion.
Suddenly his knees started buckling and I wished that I
could see his face, but could only note that he was
pumping his fist almost faster than I could follow.
With a moan from inside the bathroom, I watched as he
spurted his hot white semen. At his young age, he shot
so hard, that it seemed he might never end. When he
finished I saw him wiping his hand with the towel and
attempting to clean the floor of his sticky substance.
He then pulled on his under shorts, so off I ran to my
room.
Hearing his bedroom door close, I knew that he had left
and now could go in and take a shower. Upon entering
the bathroom, I turned and placed the catch that served
as a lock on the inside the door and stripped myself of
my night shirt and panties. I saw in the mirror how
erect my nipple had become and they seemed to be at
least twice as large. I was really proud of the way my
body had matured over the last few months.
My gaze fell to the sink, where I had noticed Joey had
been facing. I saw about three splotches of gooey white
stuff on the edge. Remembering how his shaft had
erupted, I reached down and for the first time in my
life touched semen. I noticed, almost in a scientific
manner, that it was indeed sticky, as some of the other
more experienced girls in my class had bragged to me.
I could still feel the heat from its moisture. Bringing
my fingers up to my face, I could actually smell the
scent of him. Disappointed, but curious, I couldn't
bring herself to taste something found in a bathroom.
Rubbing the semen between my fingers, I imagined two
people having sex. I mean real sex. The man plunging
deep inside of the woman, bringing them both to new
heights of passion. I wondered what the explosion of it
deep inside myself would feel like. My other hand
naturally found the cleft between my legs and I began
to slide my index finger gently between the moist lips.
With my other hand, I placed the sticky material on my
nipples and pinching them ever so slightly, felt
electric jolts throughout my body. I had never revealed
feelings such as those that were overbearing my body
now. I thrust my pelvis out as I tore at the sheets
that confined me.
**
Dear Diary,
This ends my dream and I will attempt to tell you of
what happened during that following morning. It had
seemed so real. I couldn't believe that I had thought
about Joey that way, but my father never let me go
around other boys. He is really the only male close to
my age I have contact with. But as the morning began, I
soon learned more about becoming a woman.
It was then I awoke, realizing I had just experienced
my first graphic 'wet dream'. My left hand was still
thrust deep into my panties and the moisture from deep
inside had escaped to soak the sheets about myself. The
last thing I remembered from the night before, was
curling up to read a book.
I had been visiting with my girlfriend and there had
been a lack of reading material for my age in the guest
room. So having discovered an adult book hidden in the
bottom dresser drawer, and in the curiosity of it, I
decided to see if some of the stories I had heard
spoken about these books, with my friends, might be
true.
The book had been quite graphic in detail and seemed to
bring a warmth to my private areas. At first my knees
bounced back and forth causing my thighs to open and
close, this movement had always excited me before, but
it wasn't quite enough for me any more.
I needed more sensation than the simple hint of
excitement it caused. I couldn't help but pull my
panties to the side and begin sliding my finger up and
down my privates as I read. As I got more into the
story, I suddenly started to feel my vagina muscles
quiver. Scared, I quit touching myself, but continued
to read.
It was only a few pages later I realized that my finger
was again pressing itself against my moist slit. My
breath quickened as I read how the hero of the story
was ravaging a beautiful Amazon woman. As my eyes grew
heavy, I decided I had read enough for one night and
placed the book on the night stand and turned over and
fell fast asleep. It wasn't until my "wet dream" that I
had discovered that my imagination was waking me up and
causing me to think more like a woman instead of a
little girl.
Drawing my hand from the inside of my panties, I drew
back the covers and ambled off to the bathroom to clean
up before anyone else in the house woke up. Passing
through the hallway, I noticed that my girlfriend,
Stacey, was lying in her bed, with the covers thrown
about her as well.
I wondered if she might be having these feelings as
well. Yet it was still early in the morning, and my
friend was still deep asleep. Stacey normally wore
boy's pajamas to bed and I could see that Stacey had
only worn the shirt. It's buttons had opened, during
her tossing in the night, and one nipple was peeking
out between the now open gap. I stepped into the room
and covered her up with the sheet she had tossed aside
in the night.
On down through the hallway, I passed my girlfriends
parent's room. Stacey's parents both worked at jobs
that took them out of town on occasion, so it was often
you might find one of them gone for days. This time
Stacey's dad happened to be home. Boy was he handsome
for his age. I kept thinking that if he was about ten
years younger and not married I might have been lucky
enough to marry a man like him. Peeking into his room,
I noticed him asleep on the bed.
His muscular body was turned from me, yet I could tell
he never slept in pajamas like my own brother or father
did. He usually wore short pants. Having caught
glimpses of him after he removed them, to retire for
the night, I knew that he wore only skimpy briefs. On
tip toe, I crept into his room and to the other side of
the bed and gazed down upon his sleeping form.
My eyes immediately trailed down his body to alight
upon his crotch. Thinking back, I remembered how some
girls said they liked to look at a mans butt. I
chuckled, as I had always thought that was silly. I
mean, a girl couldn't have sex with a mans butt, could
they?
He had been laying on the floor watching TV with them
earlier. I wished he had fallen asleep there. I
imagined taking advantage of him while he sleeping at
my feet. I could have easily touched his manhood and he
would have never known. The one time I had really
wished he had stayed in the front room and wrestled
with me, tackling me and pinning my body to the floor,
with his crotch next to mine, separated only by thin
pieces of cloth.
His innocent tickling came so close to sexually
teasing. Last night I would have teased him back with
threats of depantsing him, and I knew that he would
have let me. Some men really enjoyed having the woman
being dominate. Especially when they were unsure of how
far to go with them.
This meant that the girl could have control over a
situation and was usually more relaxed and excitable
knowing she was the master over his total existence.
Dave was just one of the few men who had this quality.
If he ever stepped slightly out of bounds, he instantly
apologized and I knew he really meant it.
It was then Dave rolled over onto his back. I jumped
next to the dresser, so that he might not see me if he
woke up. Yet the regular breathing of his, showed me
that he was still in a deep sleep. His arm covered his
face and a slight stubble was forming, since he must
have forgotten to shave the prior morning.
The way he was laying was now more to my advantage, as
I had a clear view of his stretched out body. He was
indeed wearing a pair of silk briefs. They may normally
cover his manhood, yet at these early hours of the
morning, showed his penis semi-erect.
My brother often had a hard-on that formed a little
tent in his sheets, and mom had explained that most
males get an erection when they sleep. It seemed they
never stopped thinking of sex or something related to
that subject. Little did they know that women have the
same feelings, but would never let the male species
catch on to that fact!
As I looked down at him, I discovered the tip of his
shaft had slipped out the elastic of his briefs and was
in plain sight for me to view. I knew that if he was to
wake up now, he would never say a word, yet the
embarrassment of being there, would make me want to
melt into the floor.
Just as the thought of seeing his totally nude body
crossed my mind, I leaned over to gain a closer view of
the crown of his cock. His heavy breathing showed me
that he was still fast asleep. I cautiously reached
down and touched the outline of his manhood through his
briefs. His breaths became faster and I noticed his
shaft becoming more erect.
Scared, I backed away from him, yet couldn't bring
myself to leave. Leaning over again, I placed my finger
in the gap formed by his manhood and the elastic of his
briefs. I had played enough tricks on my brother, that
I knew that most men could sleep through an atomic
explosion. Even if he did awaken, I knew he would
pretend to stay asleep.
It was doubtful that he would wake up though.
Once I had put Joey's hand in a glass of very warm
water, while he slept. I'd had heard that it caused a
person who was asleep to wet the bed. It sure caused a
wet pool around my brother's sheets to form. I had felt
quite smug in that dirty trick!
Drawing my attention to the main attraction within
inches of me, I pulled back on the elastic of Dave's
skimpy briefs. I gasped, as my slight touch caused his
now rigid penis to help bring the thin material away
from his body. His breathing was now much more rapid,
yet I sensed he was still asleep. I thought, if
anything, he will probably think this is all a dream,
such as I had earlier. My hand trembled as I pulled the
shorts down farther and exposed his complete manhood.
I had never viewed a man's penis. Sure, I had seen my
brothers when they were younger, yet that was nothing
like the fully developed appendage I was viewing now.
It was really scary, thrilling, electrifying, and
definitely went against everything I had been taught
and warned about. But I had to stay and see that
beautiful, yet intimidating manhood. Someday I knew I
would feel the pulsing of one just like this, between
my own legs.
The thought of his cock driving itself deep inside my
privates almost caused me to run out of the room. Just
the idea that something so large could ever plunge into
me, caused my body to cringe. It was then I realized
that women must have been made to be compatible and
though I couldn't, no wouldn't, imagine it pulsing in
my most private of places. I knew my privates could
stretch to accept his throbbing manhood, had I really
wanted it to.
I had to touch him and see if it was real. My tiny
fingers lightly ran themselves up and down the base of
his shaft. Bravely, I even reached down, and tickled
the pubic hairs that surrounded his testicles. His
breath became ragged as I continued running my fingers
through his pubic hairs.
Realizing that if I continued my exploration, he might
ejaculate. I stopped until his breathing became more
regular. I just had to know if what the other girls
said was true about the taste of semen. Would I be able
to make him perform without his waking up? Was cum
actually salty? Why did they say it was sticky? This
must be why women can have total control over a man, as
least in the bedroom.
If I could control him, I could learn to control
anything that came up against me in life. But could he
orgasm without having intercourse? Was what I was doing
classified as having sex? Only a few people might say
yes, many would argue the other way. Yet wasn't sex the
actual act of intercourse? Couldn't two people enjoy
each others company intimately without actual
penetration? I had learned in sex education class that
men can orgasm in their sleep, and that "wet dreams"
were a part of their daily life.
Why couldn't girls enjoy sexual thought the way that
men must be able to? I thought about my earlier dream
and realized women have those thoughts as well, but
just didn't vocalize the fact to everyone.
There were to many thoughts running through my head. I
felt like I was angry with all the people in the world.
Why wasn't life just plain and simple? Why do we have
to hide everything we do as if it is wrong? Why did we
even have to wear clothes? It seemed like only the rich
could wear fancy clothes and if no one wore any, then
we'd have to classify people for what they were instead
of what they wore. Are these thoughts wrong?
What is wrong? Some say that a woman's body is a
temple, while others state it's a receptacle. Some men
could be so cruel, while others were so nice. It was
then I came to the realization that it would only be
resolved if I decided herself. Each of us are
individuals and no one is the same. The best decisions
may be okay for the majority, yet that still meant that
some minorities would still be hurt.
True one should save themselves for marriage, yet in
this day and age of divorce and separation and abuse,
what is the reasoning for loosing so many years of a
life, saving for that one special person, just to have
them leave later? What about disease? Couldn't that be
God's way of punishing those who do not abstain? Yet
didn't God give us this urge to explore and be
intimate? He didn't just have us 'reproduce'!
It's true, most girls mature physically more than
mentally, but hadn't I really been the one in charge of
our household since both of my own parents were away at
work most of time? I felt that I was much more mentally
fit then most adults would admit. The fact was, I was
probably more mature than many adults I knew.
I made my decision in one felled swoop. I knew that I
pondered on the answer I would give myself many times
in the past, if the chance ever arose, it would be
this. I would insure that any man I might explore the
facts of life with, would have to follow the ground
rules we both set forth. With neither of us going too
far and yet far enough to satisfy each other. This
would allow me to be true to the way I had been raised
and yet true to myself. Doesn't a flower bloom and
share its beauty, before the petals fall off to allow
it to seed before dying?
**
Dear Diary,
I can remember back when I was eight and Tommy, the boy
next door and I played "I'll show you mine if you show
me yours..." I can remember wondering why I had been
born without a penis like him. Now I am glad that I am
a woman. We seem to have the better deal. I remember
touching Tommy's little echo of manhood, and even at
his early years, he had gotten a hard-on. I think it
scared him more than me, because he had pulled his
shorts up and went running from the shed. I have always
secretly desired to see what might have happened had I
continued playing with his privates.
Now that I had made my decision, I threw caution to the
wind and decided to give myself some pleasure, instead
of always playing second fiddle. I really wanted to
experiment more, and I knew that I could trust Dave. I
lowered my tongue to swirl it around his erect manhood.
His body responded with a slight thrust up, causing his
shaft to actually enter my mouth.
I liked the taste of him and my excitement was building
deep within me. Raising my head and releasing his
shaft, it stood straight up, pulsing and calling to be
satisfied. I stood upright and removed my night shirt.
My nipples were erect and jutted forward in excitement.
This was my choice and I was the one in control. No one
was telling me I had to do this. It just felt right!
I couldn't bring myself to remove my panties, it was as
if the fact that one of us had our underwear on, then
we wouldn't have to worry about going to far. I then
placed one hand against the now totally soaked material
of my pink panties and rubbed my fingers into the cleft
formed between my legs. Throwing caution to the wind, I
again lowered my lips to kiss his manhood.
I could see this excited his body and caused my own
arousal to increase. My free hand began exploring his
shaft, cupping it and bringing it up and down against
his shaft in a pumping action, I could feel the sack
below tighten. His penis became more rigid in my
exploration. My tongue felt his cock pulsing now and I
could feel his hips starting to thrust slightly.
Frightened, but feeling totally nasty, I brought my
mouth deeper onto his shaft. I took as much of his
manhood inside as I thought possible. I imagined my
mouth to be the deep warmth of my vagina. My other hand
was now working my mound faster and faster. I had never
felt this good and especially not in this way. It was
so good and bad at the same time.
The tingling inside my thighs was so much that I
thought I might explode. His thrusts into my mouth were
now matching the bobbing of my head, as I slid my lips
down the length of his shaft as far as I could, until
bringing it back up to rest just before his cock could
escape the confines of the warmness of my throat.
Just as I thought I would fall to my knees, in my own
tingling rush of excitement in anticipation, my legs
quivered and he couldn't hold back his intense pleasure
and he spewed forth. The force of his cumming caused
some of it to trickle down my throat and it felt like a
warm fire forming in my mouth. The taste of his semen
caused me to orgasm. My Fingers were no longer just
playing around the edges of my vagina, but thrusting
deep within myself.
My panties were now more in the way, yet gave me enough
access to jam my fingers to the first knuckle. I wanted
them to go deeper, yet with the confinement of my
underwear, I continued to thrust them as far inside as
they would go. His orgasm was greater than I could have
imagined and he continued to spurt into my mouth. I
gagged slightly and pulled my head back, but refused to
stop pumping his shaft with my hand.
Now I could see the semen spurt through the tiny eye at
the crown of his shaft. my own orgasm intensified and I
had to let go of his cock to finish my own needs. My
free hand flew to my nipples and pinching them, while I
rammed my other hand deep inside myself, thrusting my
fingers around the elastic waistband that had kept me
from enjoying the pleasure of my fingers deeply
penetrating deep inside.
I watched him continue to ejaculate and it dribbled
down the length of his shaft to pool on his chest. My
hand acted as if it was acting of its own accord,
plunging again and again inside of me. It drove me over
the edge. My hips began thrusting and my first real
orgasm began. With each quiver of my fingers, I pressed
my palm against my mound, forcing pressure against my
clitoris. Faster and deeper I plunged.
I looked over and saw Dave watching me. The thought of
him viewing me masturbate like this didn't embarrass me
like I thought it would. It actually increased my own
excitement. Knowing that he was seeing me so vulnerable
and exposed, thrilled me as never before. My vagina
twitched and contracted with each thrust of my fingers.
My knees gave out and I threw herself against the bed.
I viewed his manhood only inches from my face and I
spasmed again in complete orgasm. I now was truly
incorporated into the world of the forbidden sexual
knowledge of being a woman. It left me feeling complete
and total.
**
Dear Diary,
Here is the turning point. If it hadn't been someone as
mature and caring as Dave, I might have decided life
was no longer worth living. As I note below, I am
reminding myself what a wonderful person he has turned
out to be.
Looking up at me, Dave just smiled. Now that I was
spent and my orgasm complete, I was coming down to
reality. I knew that he was awake and the hope that he
would sleep through this was shattered. Any other man
would have never even come close to waking up, but for
my thrusts against him while I shuddered in my orgasm
had jolted him.
Heck I could have probably straddled him and rode him
till he exploded deep inside of me and he wouldn't have
woke up, but in my excitement, I had shaken the bed
with my quivering body. Wow was this getting
complicated. Dave just raised one finger to his lips
indicating for me to shush, and asked if I might not
want to use the bathroom and take a shower.
I just nodded my head yes and started to turn away,
when he asked to stop a second and talk. In a whisper,
I told him that he must hate me and be angry for the
way that I acted. Dave replied, "No, in fact I am
anything but in hate for you. What you have done is to
fulfill the need of both yourself and another person.
"There is nothing that is more wonderful and beautiful
in this world then two people showing such closeness.
In all your beauty and caring , how can one hate? It is
so much better to give than receive and you have given
me the sexual pleasure of your attention. What more
could a man pray for?"
I cried that it had all been a mistake.
I promised to never do it again. He looked up at me and
when our eyes met, we knew that would be a lie. At that
moment we cared for each other more than just as
friends. But we knew that we could always go back to
just being friends, should either one of us decided we
needed to.
We would never loose the memory of the closeness and
open feelings they had, but I had to get him to promise
to never say anything to anyone. He laughed, "Who could
I tell? It would get me into more trouble than you.
Remember you are underage. In actuality you have me in
your power. I am yours to command... to a point. If
humanly possible I will do anything for you, just to
have you remain."
**
Dear Diary,
As I said earlier, isn't he just the most beautiful
person? I have always dreamed of being close to someone
I could tell (and yes, act out) my most private
feelings. I am so glad that I have him for a friend!
I then left to use the bathroom. When I stepped into
the shower, and where I felt I might have been washing
to cleanse myself, of the whole experience, I knew that
one cleaned themselves, when they felt dirty, and what
I had experienced was beautiful. True it might leave
some lingering doubts, yet I felt that I was mature
enough to handle them.
Finishing my shower, I went into the guest room and
changed into hiking clothes, as we were to go on a trip
to the forest located nearby. I could hear that Stacey
had awaken and would figured she would soon be over
into my room to check and see if I was up yet. As I
drew on a fresh pair of panties and looked into the
mirror in the dresser, I saw not a little girl, but a
developing woman. I pulled an old tee-shirt over my
head and noticed how my nipples were still jutting
forth through the material.
As I got my pants on and pulled the zipper up, I could
almost feel my fingers thrusting deep inside me again.
The taste of his semen was a special memory in my
mouth, where I savored it and it caused small
electrical pulses to course throughout my body again.
Just them Stacey came bouncing into the room. She asked
if I had slept okay and was ready to go on the hike
today.
I asked her, "Sure! If your father or mother taking
us?"
Stacey said, "Dad is, as mom will be out of town for at
least two more days. Why?"
I casually replied, "I was just curious because your
dad is so much more fun to go out to the woods with."
Stacey said, "Ain't it the truth. Oh and by the way,
bring some an extra towel. There is a lake deep in the
woods and we might convince dad if we can go swimming
in it."
We finished breakfast and headed off in the old truck
toward Potters Dam. It was a wonderful day out, with
the sun shining ever so brightly. As we veered around a
particularly sharp bend, I found myself leaning against
Dave. Rather than draw away, I kept myself close to
him.
I glanced over at Stacey and saw her looking away
toward the mountains in the distance. I sneaked my hand
over and gently squeezed Dave's crotch, while I kept my
eyes trained on Stacey to insure she wasn't looking.
When we arrived at the entrance to the parking area, we
noticed other hikers were already there so we parked as
far from them as possible. Grabbing our gear we headed
off toward the blind mans bluff.
It was rough trailing for two young ladies, yet Dave
managed to help us whenever we needed it and we soon
were deep into the woods. We came up on a wide area
overlooking the river that fed into the lake below.
Hearing shouts and taunts, we went farther around the
bend and could see the entire river basin from there.
Looking down, Stacey and I were both surprised to see
four guys about our own age skinny dipping in the
river. They were racing to the edge, jumping out and
then diving back in. I could see their small claims to
manhood bouncing up and down as they ran to and fro.
Stacey just stared open mouthed. I looked over at her
and replied, "Hey you better close that mouth or one of
them boys might find something to fill it with."
Stacey just continued to stare for a few moments, and
than turned to me and said" Ha! It'd take all four of
them to even satisfy me, let alone you!" It was then
Stacey remembered her father was standing behind them.
She corrected herself and said, "I mean... like when
I'm older..."
Dave just chuckled and said, "Ain't it wonderful to be
young. I'm going to go on a little farther, you two can
catch up in a second."
We continued to watch the boys splash around for a few
minutes and joked at each other about which one of the
boys would grow up and satisfy us the most. The boys
must have been from a nearby town, as neither of us
knew any of them, yet one boy stood out in the crowd.
He looked to be about thirteen or fourteen, and had
definitely reached puberty. His masculinity was
obvious, even from the distance that we watched. After
about five minutes of casual comments on the boys we
then went on down the trail and caught up with Stacey's
father.
As we traversed farther into the woods, butterflies
crossed our path and red wing blackbirds were flying
around. A squirrel passed just in front of us and we
continued over the trail toward the lake. Stacey was
looking up at the robins building a next up in a tree
when she fell over a hidden root and twisted her ankle.
Her sharp cry brought Dave back immediately. He picked
her up and carried her toward a clearing at the edge of
the lake.
Gently he set her down and removed her tennis shoe and
examined how bad her foot might be. He found no visible
damage but told her to stay off it for a few minutes.
He said we needed a break anyway. Stacey made herself
comfortable against the back of a tree and we broke out
some of the sandwiches we had brought along. Stacey
said her foot was still hurting and would we mind if
she rested there and read some of her book while she
relaxed.
Dave and I glanced at each other and we both said
simultaneously, that we didn't mind. Dave said he was
going to take a quick walk along the edge of the lake,
and I offered to go with him. As we went out of sight,
Dave called back to Stacey for her to just yell if she
needed them, as he would be within shouting distance,
and to not get on her foot until we came back and he
checked it out.
**
Dear Diary,
Sorry I had to pause for a while. Now that we are back
home, my brother is up to his old tricks of being a big
brat. If only he would grow up. God, it seemed boys
never matured! He just stormed into my room, without
knocking or anything. At least I was able to put you
away before he realized what I was writing. I will try
to pick up where I was so rudely interrupted.
We had no longer gotten out of sight of Stacey, when
another clearing appeared. It was as if it had been
made especially for us. Dave sat on the soft grass and
leaned back against the tree that was shading them. I
snuggled up against him and reached over to unbutton
his shirt.
His chest was covered with hair and I ran my hands
through them. He put his arm around my waist and like a
boy in a drive-in theater, sneaked his hand against my
small breasts. Dave said, "I want to be open with you,
I don't want to ever hurt you, so if you ever feel
uncomfortable, just say no and we'll stop." These were
the words that I so needed to hear.
I knew that he would stop if we got too far. Slowly my
hand trailed down his chest. Dave allowed me to do
everything. I was in complete control. This way I also
knew I wouldn't have to worry about doing anything that
I did not want to. But, oh did my body want to. I could
already feel the moisture building up deep between my
thighs in anticipation of what might, no, would happen.
He watched me reach down and slowly untie the strings
that held his pants up. I slipped my hands inside his
pants and attempted to tug them down. Dave lifted up
and allowed me to pull them down exposing his briefs.
His cock was already straining to be free. Leaning over
he pulled his pants the rest of the way off. Then he
turned to me, and said, "Now it's my turn to please
you..."
**
Dear Diary,
I had to take a break just now. Reflecting back on some
of these memories has gotten me excited just thinking
about the new and exciting pleasures my body and mind
has been awakened to. Thank goodness I am typing this,
or my hands would show a definite shaking in the
writing. I'm going to get a glass of diet coke and get
right back to writing this while I still have it all
fresh in my mind.
Dave gently lay me on my back, with it leaned against
the tree he had been resting on, and lifted my tee-
shirt over my head. My tiny nipples stood out crying
for attention. He obliged them, by leaning over and
gently sucking the edges of my buds.
True, my breasts were not yet fully developed, so he
was able to place his whole mouth over them while he
explored my nipples with his tongue.
Releasing the one breast caused me to feel a moment of
disappointment, yet as he began kissing my other and
cupping the first, I was soon quietly moaning. He then
reached down to my pants and began unzipping them.
Scared again, I placed my hand down to stop him. He
immediately stopped. This gave me the confidence in
knowing that I could stop him if I needed to.
I unzipped my pants myself and he helped me to remove
them. My cotton white panties were already soaked and
he could see the outline of my slit through the thin
material. Dave slowly rolled my panties down, exposing
my pre-pubescent privates to the forest that surrounded
us and to the world.
My mound is just beginning to be covered in a dark fuzz
that passed for pubic hair. The innocence of my
delicate tuft showed him my inexperience in the ways of
life. He gently and ever so delicately, tugged my
panties down past my knees and lay them atop the pants
thrown to the side.
I had placed my hands over my tiny mound as if
protecting myself from his gaze. Dave then did a wicked
thing. He began kissing my feet. Inching his way up,
just past my ankles, then to my calves, upward toward
my knees. Then without regards to my hands, he slowly
spread my legs apart with his gentle kisses.
I began to become more nervous as he inched himself
closer and closer to my mound. Just when I thought I
would get up and run, I found some hidden courage and I
steeled myself to let his tongue meet my vagina. As it
slid up and down my tiny slit, it caused waves of new
feelings to come over me.
My legs spread themselves even more, in hopes of this
constant attention. He separated the tiny lips that
covered my tunnel and his experienced tongue now
whipped itself around my clitoris. I hadn't even
realized I had such a part of my body that was so
sensitive to a mans touch. Soon my hips were thrusting
up to drive his face deeper into me. My juices were
flowing forth and he was sucking it all up.
As the first wave of intense buildup of unexplained
emotions built up in me, I realized what exactly a
orgasm was. I knew that my first real orgasm had began.
I knew that my previous attempts of playing with
myself, could never compare to this. It took several
minutes of effort on his part, as I was still
frightened and this made me slow in reaching first
peak.
The first spasm I felt seemed to almost exploded inside
me. I clenched my teeth and hands. My pelvis thrust and
pumped furiously against his experienced tongue. I
could hear his slurping as he fought to push me into a
deeper orgasm, and I let him drive his tongue deep
inside me.
Just when I thought I could take it no longer, another
orgasm hit and I was bucking and thrusting again.
**
Dear Diary,
I want to make a note that it was 5:30 in the morning
on Friday the 13'th, my birthday, when I had my first
real orgasm. This day I will always remember as the
beginning of my becoming a woman It felt GREAT!
Dave came up for air and lay down besides me. My
breathing was still irregular. I knew now that the
ultimate show of love was to satisfy one's partner, and
not ones self. As I caught my breath, I stared down at
the bulge in his shorts. Gosh it was good, to know that
we could have this much intimacy and still be true to
ourselves. Now that he had driven me to such ecstasy, I
wanted so much to please him in return.
I rose to a sitting position and looking at the bulge
in his briefs, and laughing, I said "look like your
little friend isn't so little and could use some
attention." It was them he explained to me what a "69'
really was. He told me to sit on his chest facing away
from him.
Now my back was to him and as I leaned over so he could
reach my tiny cleft with his tongue again. This almost
made me forget what I had started out to do, but as I
gazed down on his crotch, I remembered. Reaching
forward, I pushed his briefs down and his cock sprang
into full view. It was as scary to me to see as before,
but I knew that his needs were greater than even mine
had been. I would have done this, had he even failed to
bring me to the orgasm and the pleasure that he had
shown my a few moments ago.
I quickly engulfed as much of his manhood into my mouth
as I could. A few days ago I would have thought this to
be really gross. Now I knew this is what made him feel
like the world would explode for himself. I knew that
he understood what it meant for me to do this to him.
At least I hoped he understood that I did this for
myself as much as for him.
I raised my head to take another plunge down his shaft
and I naturally felt that a small amount of suction
would increase the sensation he was feeling. I could
tell that I was doing it right, because he began to
thrust his hips more rapid. It was then I felt his
finger begin to slide deep inside my moist tunnel. All
the while Dave's tongue still playfully circled my
clitoris, but as his second finger joined the first and
reached the depths of my womb, I shuddered as another
orgasm hit deep within me.
I never knew it was possible to have more than one
orgasm, or before today, what an orgasm even was! I
almost blacked out over the sensations I was feeling.
He continued thrusting his finger in and out, as if to
give me the rhythm that he needed me to pump my mouth
along his shaft. I reached out and holding myself up
with one hand, used the other to grab the base of his
shaft.
My tiny mouth could never get the entire amount in, so
I cupped my hand and slid it up and down its length,
along with my mouth, to give him the full sensation. I
felt his cock quivering and the pulsing indicating he
would be cumming himself soon. I plunged my mouth so
deep on his cock that the crown went into the back of
my throat and I gagged as I tried to swallow and
continue giving him the best my inexperienced talents
could.
As he brought his hips down and I felt his manhood
slide away, I knew that though it was difficult and
scary to me, I wanted to try that again, so I forced
myself to swallow down as his cock came jutting up.
Relaxing my throat, I could fell his penis get even
harder and it engulfed my entire throat. I swallowed
deeply and this allowed me to relax and take more of
his cock deeper inside.
Feeling the pulsing of his cock deep inside my mouth, I
knew that within just a few seconds I would be rewarded
with his entire body responding to my actions. That I
was so able to give this much pleasure to someone else
was a rush in itself.
With just a few more strokes he began spewing forth his
hot white jism. Deep into my throat it trickled.
Swallowing as much as I possible could, I continued to
suck every drop from his manhood.
My own pelvis was thrusting harder as his fingers
plunged deep inside me. Just as I tasted his final drop
of cum, I erupted in my own right and orgasm again.
Laying there, we continued to suckle each other, though
both knew we were spent and exhausted. It seemed as
though neither wanted to let go of the pleasure that we
had given each other.
**
Dear Diary,
Here it is the next night, and I can still almost taste
his semen. It was not a dirty and gross experience as I
had been falsely led to believe. It is no more
unnatural than breathing, but I have to admit it is
hard to breath while I was giving him face. ha ha...
I knew it couldn't last forever, as much as I would
have liked it to, and we heard talking from over at the
clearing where we had left Stacey. Throwing on our
clothes, we wondered who it might be that she could be
talking to. As we came up on the edge of the clearing
where Stacey had been sitting, I noticed her talking to
one of the boys that had been skinny dipping earlier.
It was hard for Dave to see his daughter talking to a
boy that had been running around naked just a few
minutes ago. At least the boy now had a pair of gym
shorts on. Dave thought for a minute and whispered to
me to be quiet and they moved to the edge of the
clearing for a good view, yet so as not to intrude on
the young couple. Dave leaned over to me and said,
"Don't worry, I have confidence in her. Besides, he
might be Mr. Right for her learn something about life
with."
**
Dear Diary,
For a few lines I am going to pretend that I can read
into Stacey's mind. I'm sure that she may not have
thought this exactly, but I know I would have, so here
goes my version of her thoughts. I think we've shared
enough of each others private moments that I can relate
to what happened next.
Stacey had been laying there and was dreaming of school
starting in just a few days. She was sure that this
year would be more interesting than the last one. Most
of the boys had teased her and never really taken a
look at her for the woman that she was becoming. They
failed to notice the time that she spent making extra
sure that each hair was combed exact.
The fact that she now was wearing a training bra. Or
even that she no longer wore jeans that often. A nice
short dress that might get blown up by a stray wind was
the latest style. Her biggest fear was no one would ask
her to the school dances.
Stacey knew that she might not be the most popular girl
in her class. She never sat at her desk and let her
legs dangle open so a boy might glimpse her panties,
like some of the other classmates she had. She watched
them running and playing in Gym class. Their muscular
bodies, sweating as they ran up and down the length of
the basketball court.
If one of the boys fell down, and she was watching
closely, their shorts hang loose and she could see the
jock strap that tightly imprisoned their manhood.
Passing the boy's shower room, she could hear the
taunts and jokes they yelled at each other. Could they
be ignoring her because of her inexperienced attitudes?
"At least I have some friends at school," thought
Stacey. Some of them were even boys. This didn't mean
those boys that spoke with her were really interested
in the way that she felt or thought of her as a girl.
They saw her more as a tomboy that was 'just one of the
guys'. She could never relate to them with some of the
new and fresh emotions that she was growing to feel.
Once she had sat next to a boy in study hall and
looking over, saw that he had hidden an adult magazine
inside of his textbook.
She could see the boy's intense stare at the girl
pasted on the centerfold. it was time that she realized
that in order for her to fit into this world, she would
have to make adjustments and start doing things with
more of an adult attitude. Maybe girls could be good
little examples in public, but she had to learn how to
get them interested in her in private.
Stacey had been almost asleep, there in that beautiful
clearing in the woods, when she heard the footsteps of
someone approaching. She glanced up and saw that it was
one of the boys from earlier. He walked over to her and
said that his name was Thomas. He was out on a boy
scout outing and they had sneaked off from the rest of
the troop to explore for something different that just
tying knots. Stacey gave him the once over and noticed
that though he was now wearing gym shorts, the sun
shone directly behind him and she could see almost
through them.
His manhood now seemed much larger than it had from the
distance above the river.
Thomas asked her where she was from and Stacey said
that she lived in the city about ten miles North of the
forest. He then sat besides her and noticed that her
one tennis shoe was off. She explained to him how she
had twisted her ankle. It had been a silly accident and
for him to ignore it.
The sympathy that he felt toward her and her pain made
him want to help her in any way possible. He asked her
if he might massage the ankle to increase the
circulation in it. With a reply that his actions would
be most grateful, he moved to her feet and sat Indian
style. Placing her foot across his legs, it dangled
quite closely to the slight bulge in his gym shorts. He
began kneading her muscles in the calf of her leg and
rubbing it back and forth, the pain soon forgotten in
the sensual care that he took in his massage.
**
Dear Diary,
I am reading what I have just written. I highly suspect
that Stacey will not be a wallflower or tomboy acting
fool when she starts school this year!
A fly had been swarming around and chose this time to
alight on Stacey's face, and she swatted at it. This
caused her body to move downward. If this was her
intent, she never let on, yet now the bottom of her
foot now was just touching his crotch. As he continued
to massage her ankle, she could feel his back and forth
action caused her foot to rub up and down against his
manhood.
His methodical repetition caused her to relax and
devote her attention on the thought that although it
was her foot, she was actually touching a boy's
privates. It caused her to think back to the many times
that she had explored herself in the darkness of the
night and imagined what a boy's penis might feel like.
She could feel the bottom of her feet touch the shaft
inside his shorts and its beat with the pumping of his
heart at the touch of her. Stacey definitely wanted
more. Her main concern was that her father might be
coming back up the trail at any moment and catch her
being with a boy, let alone the hope that this would be
more than a simple conversation. Stacey then told
Thomas that she thought she might be able to walk on it
a little. He helped her rise and she exaggerated the
fact that her foot was still sore and leaned on him for
support.
Looking toward the trail that her father had taken, she
asked Tom if he might help her walk a little ways.
Thomas was quick to reply that he would. So she headed
at an angle away from the trail her father had used,
yet still within hearing (little to their knowledge, in
sight) of her father.
As they settled down a small distance away, Stacey lay
down in the tall grass and lifted her sore ankle up so
that she knew Thomas could gaze down at the gap formed
in the legs of her shorts. She was wearing her flowery
pink panties and as the sun glinted off them through
the gap she had formed. She saw the bulge in his shorts
increase in size and his eyes glued to her.
He asked her if she wanted him to massage her again,
and she told him yes, and that he could do the foot
also. He laughed at that and said he'd be glad to
oblige her in any of her needs.
With her legs still spread from lifting his foot, he
reached down and without hesitation, grabbed her shorts
and tugged them down from her waist. Removing the
confining material that separated him from her, left
her laying there clad only in her tee-shirt and pale
blue panties.
He caught the waistband of her silky undergarments and
pulled them down, letting her mound come into view. He
removed her panties the rest of the way and leaned over
and placing his middle finger into the cleft of her
privates, began stroking her pussy lips up and down.
She corrected him in that he was pumping his finger to
fast and to go at a slower pace.
He obliged by decreasing his rhythm, and reaching up
her shirt to cup her left breast. As he leaned over her
to reach her breasts, his cock was now straining to be
free of his shorts and she reached down and pulled the
waistband away allowing his manhood to spring into
view. He leaned more on top of her and his cock was now
hovering inches above her crotch.
She reached down and encased the shaft with her tiny
hands. This allowed her to give him pleasure, while
insuring he didn't accidentally forget and try to ram
it inside her, while she was in such a vulnerable
position.
She was now soaking wet, the moisture of her lubricant
allowing his fingers to plunge deeper inside her. The
smacking sounds that his hand made against her mound,
along with the fingers sliding in and out, caused her
to start her first orgasm. Her muscles in her vagina
contracted and she began to pummel her fist up and down
his rigid shaft.
He thrust his hips in unison with her fist and suddenly
drew away. He asked her if she trusted him. She said
yes, but she was not ready for intercourse, as she was
saving herself. He told her to lie down and place her
legs together.
He then pulled her tee-shirt off and placed it under
her back. The he lay on top of her and told her that he
promised there would be no penetration inside of her.
He slid his cock toward her mound and the small
triangle it formed and as the head of his hard
throbbing cock brushed trough her pubic hairs, she
jumped as if electrified.
He then slid down until his shaft was positioned over
the Y formed by her closed legs. Thrusting downward,
his penis separated her pussy lips and passed by the
entrance to her womb, continuing on between her legs,
past her anus and touching the grass below them. As he
drew up for another plunge, a moan escaped Stacey's
throat and she began the longest, deepest, orgasm she
had ever felt develop. He had showed her a way to have
his shaft plunge its way pass her clitoris, giving her
intense pleasure and not penetrate! He thrust
repeatedly, giving no mercy to her emotions.
Her legs squeezed as tightly as they could, giving as
much pressure to surrounding his manhood as possible.
His thrusting became faster and her nipples brushed
against his chest and became even more erect. He leaned
down and caressed them with his tongue. As she buckled
her hips up to meet his downward drive, she came again
and again in waves of pleasure. Suddenly he spurted his
hot white semen all over her love mound, causing its
slickness to lubricate his penis through her vaginal
lips.
He spewed forth so much semen that it dribbled down her
crotch and up the crack of her behind. Her orgasm came
to a peak and they lay together for what seemed like
hours. It was wonderful that she had now discovered
that it was possible to come so close to having
intercourse, yet still refrain from penetration.
Satisfied, knowing this left her so much to discover
yet, but enabling them to share such a beautiful
relationship. Neither of them felt cheated. Thomas told
her that he had read about doing it this way in a
biology book. It was a form of birth control used often
in the old days before condoms and the pill. She
laughed at him and lifted her face to his and kissed
him deeply on the cheek.
She replied, "Thank goodness for books, our parents
would have never told us this truth. And remember
they're always harping on us to do our homework and
reading is a part of homework..."
They both laughed at that.
Both knew that they would quite possibly never see each
other after today, but were content in the moment that
they had shared together. He promised he would write,
as his finger was still drawing little circles around
her nipples. She said that she would cherish each
letter and keep them forever, as she played with his
now limp shaft. They explored each others bodies, as if
to memorize them forever.
**
Dear Diary,
Here ends my story of Stacey's first real experience
into the sexual world. Who would have ever believed we
were both lucky enough to share the same day to be
introduced into the adult life. I will now get into
what happened right after Stacey and the boy headed
back to the clearing.
Stacey's father and I had observed it all from our
hiding place above. Dave seemed almost in tears, and I
asked him why he was so sad. He said that he had just
lost his little girl, and was sad, yet was happy that
she was now on her way to becoming a women, which also
made him proud.
Dave told me that he was also glad that Stacey had
taken to heart all the things he had taught her and she
was still pure, yet satisfied. He said that he knew the
day would come when she would begin following the path
to becoming an adult, and was glad that it had been
with someone who was so tender and caring.
His greatest fear would have been that some male would
have just used her and then thrown her away like a rag
doll. Now she realizes that some men can be passionate
and even hot blooded hormoned boys can know there are
many ways of expressing love.
We watched the young couple get dressed and walk back
toward the clearing where her father had left from. I
noticed that Stacey was no longer limping, yet she was
still holding tight to Thomas. Dave looked at me and
said, "Let's go for a walk, to give them time to cool
down and get themselves organized." He took my hand and
we wandered down the trail, towards the clear blue
lake.
Reaching the clear blue water, he sat on a nearby rock
and indicated for me to sit down next to him. We just
sat there for a few minutes and held hands. Neither of
us said anything. I leaned more on Dave's shoulder and
the comfort of his strength, that led me to know that
he was more than just a friend. He was a teacher, a
companion, and her my special friend.
I knew that even should we never touch each other
again, that the time we had shared teaching me, and
exploring each others most intimate fantasies, made
life worth living. It was like someone who had only
seen paintings of flowers, to suddenly reach out and
touch one. The scent and texture of it overwhelming.
The beauty that nature blessed them with was such a
wonderful experience.
That person had never missed real flowers out of
ignorance or censorship and would have been content
with just gazing on the picture. Yet now that the
chance had been given to explore the real item, it
allowed that person to become special in their own way.
We held hands for what seemed like eternity before
rising to go back towards the clearing Stacey was.
**
Dear Diary,
I hope that the man that I eventually settle down with
is as caring and gentle as Dave was in teaching me
about sexuality. We both know that we can never be more
than teacher and student, lover and friend, man and
woman. But we will always have these cherished moments
when he took time out of his life to share his maturity
and experiences with me. Now I may even be more
prepared to any situation a boy closer to my own age
may try to get me in.
Dave and I came into view a few moments later and we
walked toward the couple sitting innocently in the
clearing. The first thing that I noticed was that
Thomas's gym shorts were stained, but I kept quiet
about it. Which was good, because if Stacey had looked
closely, she would have seen the globs of semen still
glistening in my long hair.
We sat around and finished the rest of the sandwiches
and asked Thomas if we might walk him back to his
campsite. He replied that it was only about two miles
back up one of the trails and it shouldn't take them
long to get there. He said it was boring, but they
could come by for a visit if they wanted to.
Thomas struck out in the lead and Stacey was never more
than a few feet behind him. Dave and I held hands and
followed a small distance behind them. They never
noticed us, or if they did, they thought he was helping
me through the rough sections of the trail. Little did
they know that our touching caused small electric
pulses to course through our bodies. His firm grip that
was so masculine and protective. Leading on down
through the trail, I again noticed what a perfect day
we had shared so far.
Entering the campsite, we were greeted by the
scoutmaster, who asked them if they might like to share
the lunch meal. He told us it wasn't going to be
extremely fancy, but we could join in the preparations
if we like to cook out. All four off us went over to
the campfire and began helping prepare the many
different foods that were being cooked over the open
campfire.
The dinner turned out to be good, with hotdogs and
hamburgers, hot coffee and cokes. The desert was a cake
that had been cooking next to the fire all morning.
Even the icing that went on it was perfect.
After a while, we took leave of the campsite and Stacey
said good-bye to Thomas. She left him her address, so
that he might write her once in awhile. Stacey told him
to write whatever came into his mind, as her mail was
never opened by other members of her family. Thomas
laughed and whispered to her that he would write her
with vivid descriptions of any new experiences he had
if Stacey would do the same in return.
The trail that led back down to the car seemed to take
only a few moments, where as on the way up it had
seemed like hours. We sang silly little songs all the
way back to the house. Pulling onto the street where
Dave and Stacey lived, I saw my brother riding his bike
at the far end. Dave tooted the horn on the car and we
pulled into their driveway.
My brother, Mark, came peddling up to the car and asked
us if we'd had a good time. All three laughed and said
it had been great. Dave said they were going inside,
get cleaned up and go to a movie and would he like to
go with us. Mark said sure and parked his bike at the
edge of the garage.
I noticed the way that Stacey was now looking at Mark.
She had a glint in her eye and I could tell that she
was mentally undressing him. I mean, with the exception
to the fact that he was my brother, he wasn't half bad
to look at.
Mark cuts a pretty good figure in his Nike shorts and
fishnet tee-shirt. If a girl was going to look at a
guys butt, I guess Marks buns actually fit into a
perfect nine out of ten scoring. From the way that
Stacey was looking at him, she definitely was not
looking at his behind.
Her gaze was directly at Marks crotch. I had never
noticed that Mark actually had a decent size bulge in
his shorts for his age. Being his sister, I knew he
didn't hide a rolled up pair of socks in his jockey
strap to impress a girl. I have often been by his room
in the mornings and seen his sheets pointed into a tent
from his dream erections. I had just never really
thought about him as a male before.
Entering the house, we all started screaming who would
be first in the bathroom. Dave claimed he should go
first, because women take forever, I said I should go
'cause I was the guest, Stacey said she should, as she
was the best looking. We all began laughing at that,
since though she was pretty, she had always been the
one to refuse to wear makeup or dress up for any school
functions. While we were chuckling at this, Stacey had
jumped into the bathroom and closed the door behind
her.
**
Dear Diary,
It is now 10:30 at night. I had better turn the lights
down and get a few minutes of sleep. I promise to
return exactly where I have left off.
**
Dear Diary,
I'm up at the crack of dawn. I have just got to get
this finished before school starts today.
So here goes...
Dave went into his bedroom to gather some clothes
together, Mark and I sat and turned on the television.
He jokingly punched on me and I began taunting him with
names like, "Leave me alone you little pencil dick!"
and "Go away fagot!"
"Fagot!" Mark replied. "I'm not queer, I've had more
women already then you'll have men in a lifetime!"
I suspected this was not true, and that Mark was even
more inexperienced then I was. So I said, "At least I
don't play with myself under my sheets at night, cherry
boy!"
He was quick to reply, "Yah, but then I'm not so hard
up as my sister, who has to watch me do it!"
This went on, as it usually did, for a few minutes,
until Dave entered the room. We fell silent and turned
our attention to the television show. Dave told us he
was stepping out to the convenient store, down the
road, for a pack of smokes, and that he would be back
in about fifteen minutes.
As the front door closed, the two of us began teasing
each other again. Then we heard Stacey singing in the
shower and Dave told me he was going to play a trick on
Stacey. He got up from the couch and going to the
bathroom door, he turned the knob ever so carefully.
Inching the door open, he could see the silhouette of
Stacey through the shower curtain.
He was tempted to stay and watch, but was afraid his
sister say something, so he crept into the bathroom and
grabbed all of Stacey's clothes and towels. He left her
a little hand towel that she could dry off with, but it
would never be large enough to cover herself with, when
she left the bathroom.
We sat in the front room, to have a full view of the
hallway that Stacey would have to streak down to reach
her bedroom.
Dave had another thought. He asked me if I knew of
where a camera was. I just replied with a twinkle in my
eyes that Stacey had one in her room. We got up and ran
into Stacey's room and retrieved the camera. I made
sure there was film in it and the flash was ready.
Looking over at my brother, I remembered the dream I'd
had earlier that morning. It seemed like it had been
days ago. Thinking more about it, I told Mark to strip
down to his underwear.
He said, "No way!"
I said, "Ah, come on, think of Stacey walking in here
with only that little hand-towel separating her from
you."
I noticed a bulge in Mark's shorts forming. I knew that
if I goaded him, he might just do it. So I said, "With
your little dick, Stacey wouldn't even noticed you
undressed. I bet you wouldn't even know what to do with
a girl if she walked naked into a room with you. You're
probably such a cherry boy that a commercial on women's
underwear makes you cream your jeans."
The last comment hit close to home, as I knew he did
enjoy those commercials and if Stacey walked in here
naked in a few moments, his own fantasies would be
coming true. So Mark threw caution to the wind and
stripped his pants off and stood clad only in his
cotton white underwear, his erection sticking forth,
forming an extreme bulge in them.
Mark's hard-on at the thought of what could happen made
him reach into his shorts and adjust his now throbbing
member to one side, to prevent it from slipping out
prematurely. He then hid behind the bedroom door and
waited until Stacey would come into the bedroom.
I lowered myself off to one side of the bed out of
immediate view and we waited as we heard the shower
water stop. The cussing and yells from inside the
bathroom told us that Stacey had discovered all her
clothes were missing. We heard her yell toward the
front room, that we were both buttholes.
As she ran down the hallway, she grabbed the door to
her bedroom and slammed it shut. She then saw Mark
standing where the door had previously hid him and
dropped her hand-towel in surprise. Her wet body stood
before him in all her glory. Mark pulled his underwear
down, freeing his confined manhood.
His penis sprang out, jutting forth. As he took a step
toward her, the end of his shaft touched against her
pubic hairs. It was then that I stood up and snapped a
picture of that fateful moment. Stacey stepped back and
attempted to hide her privates, but it was to late. I
already had the picture in my hand and was waiting the
thirty seconds it took to develop.
Stacey told me to give her that picture and she started
towards me, but Mark came up from behind her and
grabbed her around the chest to keep her back. Stacey
could feel his shaft in the crack of her bottom, as she
struggled to get loose. This excited her as well as
made her more determined to get away. Her hair was
still dripping wet and the water was flowing down her
back to moisten her buttocks and his penis jammed up
against it.
Mark's arms were pinning Stacey's breasts and the
pressure of his arms covering her nipples caused her to
become more aroused. Her vagina was becoming moist at
the thought of his domination over her. She leaned
forward as if to get way, but this really accidentally
or intentionally positioned herself to allow the tip of
his cock to slip between her virginal pussy lips and
slightly penetrate her love tunnel.
The intense feeling that both felt at that second,
caused Mark to plunge forward and for Stacey to bear
down onto his shaft. I watched my brothers erect penis
slip into the wet confines of my best friend's vagina.
As he drew back from deep inside her, I saw a touch of
blood drip onto the floor. I knew then that Stacey had
lost her virginity right there in front of us.
Stacey no longer cared. The emotions had been building
up inside her, and even though she was only eleven
years old, she had reached puberty about two years
earlier.
The eleven years she had spent in this world had never
allowed her to experience the pure joy that she was
feeling now. She could feel the walls of her vagina
stretching as never before. The pain was minimal and
actually added to the pure blissfulness she felt. The
total fulfillment that she had with every plunge of his
cock threw her deeper into ecstasy.
I moved closer to watch Mark drive himself deeper into
Stacey's cunt. I could see how the lips of Stacey's
pussy stroked the skin on his shaft. I could see how
wet she had become and was only regretting that it was
my brother and best friend I was watching and not
myself. The slapping of his balls against her ass and
the sucking sound, that was made with each plunge, was
driving all three of them of us mad wanting for
release.
I snapped another picture of his hard cock penetrating
her love tunnel. I then reached down into my own shorts
and began sliding my fingers between the moist lips of
my own vagina. I never thought I could get so hot and
excited as watching two others have sex within inches
of myself. It was even more exciting, as I knew they
had both been virgins just a few seconds ago, and
either hadn't cared or had more courage than I, to
cross that final line into full sexual intercourse.
Mark could feel the cum building up in his balls. Even
as young as he was, he must have known it wouldn't be
much longer before he exploded. His fear of cumming
inside her, caused him to pull completely out. This
left Stacey and him both in utter uncompleted emotional
disappointment. But to Stacey's surprise, Mark pulled
her down to sit on his face. His tongue darted forth
and swirled into her tiny hole. She began driving her
mound deeper onto his mouth. I could hear my brother
sucking the juices from her cunt.
Grabbing a small hairbrush from the dresser, I yanked
my shorts and panties down. I knew my fingers were not
enough to give me the complete satisfaction I needed
just now. Ramming the small handle of the brush deep
into my own confines, I felt my vagina contract and
pulsate with each pump my hand plunged the handle
inside of me with.
Stacey was now bucking up and down and Mark was having
a hard time insuring constant contact with her
clitoris. His balls now ached with the need for
release, but he would not let go of her legs and he
forced her to ride his face until she was moaning with
the first wave of her orgasm. As she pumped herself on
his loving tongue, she grabbed her own nipples and
pinched them. She threw herself into a frenzy. Her
pussy began contracting and she pumped her hips a few
more times before coming back to reality.
Standing up from his face, she looked back to where
Marks cock was pointing up like a soldier at attention.
I could tell she knew nothing about how to suck on a
penis and was scared to try it. So she leaned over and
cupped her fist around his shaft and began pumping it.
Marks erection grew in size. I don't think Stacey or I
would have thought this would be possible, but saw it
happen right before our eyes.
His usually limp penis was only about two inches in
length, but now it was almost four. I wondered how he
had been able to get all of that deep inside her. It
was then I noticed I probably was plunging over five
inches of handle deep into my quivering mound.
Stacey looked over as I plunged the handle of her
hairbrush deep inside me. Reaching over, she grabbed
the camera and caught a shot of me masturbating. I
didn't care in the least. It actually got me more
excited knowing we have a permanent record of this
event for all times. Stacey said she wondered if the
film could catch the intense speed that I was pumping
it in and out.
Just then I began quivering and my legs convulsed as I
reached my own orgasm. It seemed like I might never
satisfy myself as I continued to plunge the handle deep
within my mound. My legs were flailing from the intense
orgasm I was giving myself.
Mark's own reaction to Stacey's pumping his manhood
with her hand, was to close his eyes and concentrate on
the electric pulses he felt building up deep within his
balls. With each stroke Stacey made, she brought him
that much closer to his release. He could feel her hand
sliding upward, pulling the skin of his cock over the
crown at the end and when she pumped back downward, it
reminded him of when he plunged his cock deep within
the dark wetness inside of Stacey.
I was now complete in my own pleasures and I rolled
over to within a few inches of where Stacey was
manipulating Marks shaft. I could see his sack
tightening and I leaned over and ticked his balls as
Stacey continued her stroking action. Every muscle in
Marks body tensed now and I knew he would explode any
second. He drove his hips upward forcing Stacey's hand
to reach the base of his cock slam into his crotch.
I could see that Stacey's head was just above my
brother cock and I wondered if I should warn her about
how he would spurt easily that small distance. But it
was too late as I watched Mark begin spewing his hot
white semen forth. It spurted into the air to land on
Stacey's cheeks and hair.
His body trembled and his throbbing member spurted
again, covering on Stacey's tiny nipples. I was close
enough that some landed on my own face. We watched him
buck up and down until the last spurt came forth from
his throbbing cock. Stacey then released her hold on
his shaft and Mark leaned back in deep exhaustion.
I teasingly reached over and pumped his cock a few more
strokes and watches some final semen seep through the
eye at the end of his shaft. He begged me to stop, but
I refused. Now I would get revenge on all the times he
had punched me. His penis had been going limp, but with
my continued strokes, I saw it again become enlarged.
Just when it was at its full erection, I let go of him,
and said "Suffer, butthole."
Mark didn't think of it as suffering, he was glad I had
let go. His balls ached, from cumming so hard. He felt
he might never be able to get it up again. Every muscle
in his body hurt, as if he had run five miles and
wrestled a bear. Well maybe he had wrestled a bit.
We got dressed and Stacey combed the sticky fluid from
her hair.
Entering the front room, we sat to watch some more
television. It was just in time as Dave walked back in
through the front door a few minutes later . He asked
us if we had behaved and didn't get into any fights
while he had been gone. We replied we had been perfect
and hadn't even yelled at each other.
Dave thought that to be strange, as they were usually
at odds with each other. It was as he headed down
toward his bedroom that he noticed some pictures lying
on the floor in Stacey's bedroom.
Curious, Dave picked one of the pictures up and saw
Marks cock jutting out in plain sight. The other two
pictures finished the tale. He just placed them on
Stacey's dresser and walked out and went into his own
room. He decided it was her life, and that, though
Stacey was his daughter, she was her own person as
well. He thought about all the times when he was
younger and wished he could have experienced life as
well.
The best he had during his early years was masturbating
and dreaming of the most perfect woman he could
imagine. Those were years lost and he could never make
them up. But he certainly couldn't encourage her to
start enjoying the thrills of sex without seeing it
from a parent's viewpoint as well.
**
Dear Diary,
School starts in about two hours. I had better stop a
minute and get into the shower before Mark wakes up.
Else I will never get ready in time to catch the bus.
I'll be back in just a second.
**
Dear Diary,
Never mind. Mark has again beaten me to the bathroom. I
might as well continue with my story.
After Dave got dressed, we headed out in the car to the
movies.
The line was short, as the show had been playing for
almost two weeks already. It was a science fiction
movie we had all been wanting to see, but hadn't had
the time before to get to. The theater was dark and
they headed toward the middle, where we could see the
movie well, and still be away from the few other people
already seated. Mark went to end of the aisle and sat.
Then Stacey and I followed. Dave sat next to me and we
leaned back to get comfortable while waiting for the
pre-views and commercials were over.
Dave glanced over and saw Mark and Stacey were holding
hands. Dave whispered to me that it was strange to
think of one of the neighborhood boys actually with his
daughter. He thought he had always realized it would be
like this, but had hoped for some dashing young rich
man to pull up in a limousine and ask if his daughter
could go for a walk with him a few paces behind to
protect his little girl if she needed him. Well she's
not so little now.
Dave admitted to me that Stacey had always been mature
in her thinking and had more common sense than most of
the kids he knew. Her grades at school had been
slightly above average, but not perfect straight A's.
It was good enough that she tried and that was all he
could ask of her. He was more proud of her now then
ever before.
As the movie started, Dave noticed that my hand had
crept underneath the arm rest and was pressing itself
against his crotch. He covered my hand with his, so
that any casual glances in their direction would hide
them. His cock strained to be free of his pants, but
this was definitely not the place to whip it out. So I
just deftly slid my hands into the waistband and down
under his briefs to encase his now hard shaft with my
tiny fist.
Dave couldn't help himself from reacting to my touch,
and as I stroked my hand up and down his rock hard
shaft, he could feel his hot jism boiling inside his
balls, screaming to be released from their prison. I
pumped him fast and harder. Suddenly he spurted inside
his underwear, soaking himself and my hand. I continued
stroking him until his cock became limp and depleted.
Pulling my hand from inside his pants, I lifted my
fingers to my mouth and sucked the salty semen from
them. The sight of that almost made Dave want to get up
out of his seat and throw me to the floor and take me
right there in the theater.
Mark had watched the entire act of me pumping Stacey's
father out of the corner of his eyes and was so
engrossed he never noticed that his arm around Stacey
was positioned so his hand could cup her budding
breasts. Stacey noticed it though, and she reached up
and forced his hand to place pressure on her tiny
nipples. They began jutting forth through the thin tee-
shirt material and Mark swirled his fingers around the
aurora of her nipples.
Stacey felt her panties becoming soaked in the way her
body responded to his caresses. I could see her knees
drawing back and forth, as she caused her vagina to
open and close in the pulsation to his playing with her
breasts. I knew she couldn't orgasm this way, I myself
did the same thing sometimes, but that it still felt
good to do it, though it always left me excited wanting
more.
We watched the entire movie this way and as the ending
credits rolled onto the screen, we got up and exited
through one of the side doors that no one else was
using.
Dave had a big stain on his pants and we teased him
about peeing himself. He told them he had spilt his
coke and to let it go at that. But we continued to
tease him, so Dave pointed out that it must have been
hot in the theater and Stacey sure had sweated a lot,
'cause he could see right through her thin shorts and
panties from all the moisture built up there. Stacey
thought she would die of embarrassment as we got into
the car to head to her house.
We got home and Dave went into his room to change
clothes again. Stacey and Mark decided to go for a bike
ride. After they left, Dave went into Stacey's room,
where I was borrowing a tee-shirt and noticed that
pictures were still lying where he had placed them on
the dresser.
Dave looked at them and saw that the angle of the
camera had caught Marks shaft on the out bound stroke
and he could see Stacey's vaginal lips stretching out
to keep him deep inside her. Damn, he said to me. I
really wished she had waited until she was at least
sixteen. I might have been a little more emotionally
prepared.
Oh well, the best I can do, now that she has discovered
how wonderful sex feels, is to counsel her on
attempting to postpone any more until she is older and
then make sure she understands birth control. There are
to many unwanted babies in this world for children to
be having children themselves. I told him that I was
glad that he wasn't mad.
I knew that Stacey would just die if he found out and
asked him to never say a word to her about finding the
pictures. He said he'd never tease or reprimand her on
something as private as this. So long as a friend of
hers, by the name of Lori, would happen to hint that
she might be a bit more cautious in the future? I told
him I would talk with her at our first chance alone.
Dave knew all young adults wanted to explore the
opposite sex, yet knew how it could easily it get out
of hand when you have two inexperienced people trying
it out on each other.
If they were just more open in the schools, maybe half
the kids who end up pregnant wouldn't have been so
eager to jump into bed with someone else.
It's not that sex is bad, it's just that when young
hormones start talking, it's hard to keep a rein on it.
Young boys have yet to learn self control. True all men
think with their little head from time to time, but
until they gain some experience and the novelty has
worn down, they think totally with their little heads
in the heat of the moment. I was at least fortunate to
have someone as experienced as Dave was.
After about thirty minutes, the kids came back in,
sweating and hot from the bike ride. They grabbed sodas
and sat to play some Nintendo. Dave was sitting on the
couch relaxing in almost a napping position. I scooted
back until I was leaning up against his legs. Mark and
Stacey were engrossed in the game that they were
playing, so Dave leaned over and slid his hand down my
shirt and cupped one of my tiny breasts in his hand. He
toyed with my nipples until I was wiggling on the floor
from the reaction it was causing between my legs.
I wondered how my breasts could stimulate me this way.
They were just flesh and fatty tissue. Why did men
seemed so fascinated by them? It was then I realized
that because they were a part of my privates, and
secret to open viewing, that must be why men are drawn
to them.
In many countries, women go around topless and men do
not even notice them. Boy was I glad we lived here in
America. Then again it could also be the fact that his
touch was sending extremely small electric jolts
throughout my body, leaving me wanting more.
So this is what foreplay is a part of... I thought, "I
definitely like it!" Though I had seen Marks cock
plunging into Stacy's pussy, and I knew that it must
have felt so much more powerful then the small amount
of love tickling I was experiencing, I knew that I
could trust Dave to never go to far, unless I was
emotionally as well as physically ready for it.
I let him continue to cup my breasts and I reached into
my own shorts and pulled them slightly away from my
crotch, so he could look down and gaze upon my love
triangle. His reaction was to grab my breasts even
harder.
I teasingly let him watch me bring my hand to my mouth
and wet my fingers with saliva. Holding the material
far enough away so that he could get a clear view, I
slid my now wet fingers between my labia. The lips on
my vagina stretched apart and he could see how I slid
my fingers up and down.
I looked up at Dave and winked, I said, "I have to go
to the bathroom, back in a few."
Dave knew I wanted him to follow, but didn't want it to
be obvious to the two playing Nintendo. So he got up
and went into the kitchen, got a soda, and went back
into the front room.
Dave set the can down on the coffee table and observed
Stacey and Mark playing a dual game that could take
quite a few minutes to finish. He headed down the
hallway as if to go to his room, when he veered left
into the bathroom. I had left the door slightly ajar in
anticipation.
He saw me standing there brushing my hair, and I
thought of the picture he had seen, that showed the
handle of the hairbrush deep inside my warm tunnel.
Dave told me I was brushing the wrong set of hair.
Reaching down, he gently tugged my shorts to the floor
of the bathroom. He noticed I had changed into a light
purple pair of panties and commented on how they looked
so sexy.
Taking the edge of the elastic on my panties he rolled
them downward, instead of just pulling them off. My
tiny tuft of pubic hair came into view and he leaned
over and kissed each individual hair. Dave continued
rolling my panties down until my tiny slit came into
view. Plunging his tongue into the small valley formed
there, he heard my breath increase in anticipation of
what might happen.
**
Dear Diary,
At no time did Dave make any sudden moves. He was so
gentle and trustworthy. I know he will never hurt me
and I will never do anything to harm him and I care for
him as he has opened a door to my life that I wish
never to be closed again.
As my panties finally touched the floor, I stepped out
of them and squatted so his tongue could penetrate me
even more deeply. He reached over and grabbed the
hairbrush I had been using just a few moments earlier.
Placing the handle against my virginal entrance, he
worked it back and forth until it slid it effortlessly
into the warmth inside.
I could feel my vagina stretch as it attempted to
engulf the odd shaped handle. My muscled quivered and
contracted. He leaned over and sucked on my pussy lips
as the handle continued its travels deep inside me.
The start of my first light orgasm, began down at my
toes, to my knees, and deep inside me. His slurping
sound was much greater now as he drove me over the edge
and my legs buckled in the wave after intense wave of
pure emotion. My orgasm lasted for what seemed like
hours.
As I finally spent myself, he stood up and I leaned
over and kissed him, tasting some of my own juices that
had flowed over his mouth.
I reached down with my free hand and pulled his pants
down, which freed his manhood to stand straight out.
I dropped to my knees and bringing my lips to the tip
of his cock, kissed the pulsating shaft and then gently
lifted his sack below, as if measuring them for weight.
It was still a new experience to see his mature hard
throbbing manhood.
Tickling his balls and the pubic hair that surrounded
them, I then drew his cock into my mouth as if I was
sucking through a straw.
Taking as much of Dave's shaft deep into my mouth as I
could, I swirled my tongue around the crown of his warm
flesh. While my one hand continued to tickle his balls,
my other formed around the base of his cock and began
stroking him gently.
I gave him my total attention as I looked down my nose
and saw the massive cock, sliding into my mouth. The
view of his manhood flowing in and out, caused my
vagina to contract again.
I felt that by giving myself to him totally, nothing
else mattered more than fulfilling his desires at that
moment.
There are many different forms of love. One loved their
parents, yet loved brothers and sisters in a complete
different way. It was still love. This was another form
of love and could only be shared by the two of them.
The Secret that they must always carry hidden deep
inside themselves, was as it should be.
It was a private feeling. One that chance had allowed
them to have. We didn't love each other as husband and
wife would... that would require marriage, this was a
special love in its own right.
If just a rumor of this got out that Dave had even
touched some one of my young age, his entire life would
come to an end. If he was not killed in prison, the
people of the backwards town that they lived in would
shun him forever. His living depended on those
townspeople. If anything happened to him, then he could
no longer provide for his family. They would be torn
apart, but most of all, the trust we had in each other
would be broken.
If I had ever felt that he had crossed over that fine
line that we had established, Dave said that he hoped
that I would come to him and discuss the matter openly.
As he gazed down on me, with his phallus plunging
itself into my young mouth, I wondered if he thought me
so how innocent now.
My long flowing dark hair wrapped around his cock,
teasing it with its gentle swaying. My just budding
breasts were excited and my nipples stood forth almost
farther than the mounds that surrounded them.
He could view my just forming pubic hair, not quite yet
the triangle of passion that it would soon be.
I thought to myself that it was my own sexual needs
that had allowed him to awaken my emotions. Was it his
fault that I had lost some of my innocence? I knew deep
inside myself that I could have easily chosen someone
else, but had decided on being able to trust someone
more experienced in the ways of life.
I had placed myself totally in his hands. But at this
moment, it was more like he was in my hands... I felt
that I would do anything in the world for him, and it
wasn't just the heat of the moment.
**
Dear Diary,
It is here that I want to make another note that I
believe I have made the correct decision in what I have
done over the past days. I have reflected on my
emotions, that I had before we explored each other, and
again after. I know that I am more emotionally capable
now than ever in the past. For that matter, every so
often I read back into what I have written and it makes
me hot just to think about some of these things.
Dave's cock drove deeper into the depth of my throat. I
realized that if I relaxed herself and pretended to
swallow his massive shaft, I could take more of his
massive manhood into my mouth.
Concentrating on taking his entire shaft as deep as it
could go, I opened my eyes and just then felt his pubic
hairs tickle my nose, and I knew I had taken his entire
manhood as deep as possible.
His balls slapped against my chin and the force that
his thrusts gave, carried us into a more heated
passion, building up deep inside me. My vagina quivered
in anticipation of the giving of my total being to
satisfying him.
As his cock pulsated, I could feel his cum building up.
His sack tightened and I knew that he would explode any
moment.
I was not wanting to stop giving him such intense
pleasure, yet I was afraid that he would cum so hard as
to gag me.
I took my mind off that fact by reaching down and
playing with myself. My fingers pummeled my tiny mound.
I felt my own orgasm building up as well. Just as he
spurted his first load deep into my throat, I felt my
vagina quiver and contract.
My own thrusting of my hips caused him to drive himself
deeper into my mouth.
His hot semen forced itself down my throat and lit my
stomach on fire. I was now buckling at the knees with
my ecstasy. Sucking as much of his cock as possible and
swallowing his sticky cum as fast as if spurted out of
his shaft, I came again and again. His balls clenched
as he reached peak and I drained them of every drop of
semen that he could produce.
Dave's orgasm was so great that it dribbled out of my
mouth. To say I didn't try to drink of his essence,
would have been a great misconception.
As we finished, he lifted me up to stand next to him.
With his sticky hot white semen still on my lips and
face, he leaned over and french-kissed me deep and
hard.
We looked into each others eyes and though nothing was
said, a thousand words passed between us.
Getting dressed, I headed out of the bathroom first. I
entered the front room just as the other two were
finishing their Nintendo game. I just looked at them
and said that I was going to go downtown for a few
minutes and get a book to read for the night. Neither
of the other two offered to go with me, so I took off
and headed toward the subway.
Buying a ticket, I took more notice of the other males
around me. I saw one boy about fifteen years of age
traveling alone and standing by himself. I ambled on
over in the general direction he was standing.
As we waited on the train to get there, I couldn't help
notice his Amazon tanned body. He was wearing a pair of
cut off sweats that were about two sizes to large. I
was disappointed that I couldn't see any bulge in his
shorts though . The baggy pants prevented me from
getting a good scope on him.
The train arrived on time, and they boarded. It was
about a twenty minute ride to the next little town
where a book store was located. Sitting across from
each other, we kept staring at each other as if the
compartment was totally empty.
I knew that a great majority of the people on the train
would get off at the next stop and mine was three more
away. He kept looking down at my crotch and I knew he
was undressing me with his eyes. He lifted his foot to
tie one of his tennis shoes and I could see up his leg
into the gap his leg had formed. I noticed that the boy
was not wearing any underwear. The head of his cock was
in plain view for me to look at.
If this had been yesterday, I might have looked the
other way, but now I was deeply interested and curious
in the opposite sex and was curious what this boy might
have to offer.
His gaze was unwavering towards my crotch, so I obliged
him by reaching down with one hand and covering it up.
At first he showed disappointment, but then he realized
that with every jolt of the train my fingers were
pressing against the tiny cleft it was covering. His
cock grew hard at this thought and began peeking out
the leg of his cut-offs. I pretended not to notice, but
couldn't help staring in amazement at his juvenile
sized erect penis.
The size of his manhood was so much smaller than
Dave's, that I felt no intimidation, but wanted to
tease this boy as far as I could in the short trip they
were taking.
As the train traveled over a particularly bumpy part of
the tracks, I watched him, watching my hand pump itself
harder against my crotch. His cock became even more
rigid and he could see my love juices starting to soak
the material of my shorts.
He was just able to make out the outline of my slit as
I ran my fingers up and down the length of the thin
material that separated me from exposing myself to his
heated gaze.
The train came to a stop and every passenger in their
compartment departed at that exit. This left him
completely alone with me. Looking around, the boy
noticed we were now by ourselves, yet was afraid to go
near me, for fear that I might be just tempting him
along and then would scream. So he continued watching
me play with myself, and his cock demanded to be
released.
He calmly stretched and pretended to be scratching his
leg, but in reality was pulling the leg of his shorts
higher, so that my view of his throbbing cock would
increase.
As he did this, I began pushing the thin material of my
shorts between the lips formed in the mound between my
legs.
He saw this and took it one step farther. He exposed
the length of his cock and grabbing his shaft in one
hand, began pumping it up and down.
I was not to be out done and even though embarrassed, I
also pulled my shorts to one side, exposing my tiny
mound giving him a good view of my playing with myself.
By now the boy was completely excited. He started to
get up from his seat, when I let go of the elastic that
held my shorts to the side. It denied him the view he
had a few seconds ago. He sat back down in his original
location, noting that this was a "peep-show" only.
As he stroked his shaft, and I forgave his attempt to
come near me, by pulling my shorts to one side again.
He watched my fingers now expertly jam themselves deep
inside my tiny pussy. His balls boiled over and he
ejaculated so hard that it seemed his cum might reach
the other side of the compartment, where I was busy
poking my cherry.
I watched him spurt his seed forth and as his orgasm
reached peak, I obtained my own. My vagina contracted
and the boy watched as my fingers now maddening pumped
themselves deep inside my love canal. He watched my
other hand fly to my nipples and squeeze them tighter
as I began to cum. My legs were now beating back and
forth and I continued until pumping myself dry.
Just then the announcement came over the speaker that
we had arrived came to our stop. Boy was that conductor
right. I had indeed cum to my destination.
**
Dear Diary,
Boy was that last bit long winded. I just couldn't stop
writing down the things that had happened. I was
writing almost as fast as I was experiencing new and
exciting modes of arousals. I will stop for a few
minutes and get dressed for school now. It is as if I
have to get this written before the end of summer.
Leaving the train, I walked toward the store and
entering it, saw some boys standing over by the
magazine rack. There was giggling and pointing to a
picture in one of the adult magazines.
I brushed passed them with a glance down at the
centerfold. It showed a woman bent over and licking her
own vagina. I thought is sure must have been painful
for the woman to have gotten into that position. Then I
wondered if it would be physically possible for me to
do something like that. Life left so much to explore.
Getting some candy, gum and a teenage romance novel, I
proceeded to the check-out counter and paid for my
items.
I kept thinking that I had forgotten to purchase
something of importance, but couldn't remember what it
might have been.
Walking out of the door, I noticed the boys had gone
outside the store and were standing around laughing at
each other. One of the boys looked over at me and said
something I didn't quite hear, but when he threw an
object at me, I caught it out of instinct.
Looking at the item in my hand, I saw that it was a
pack of condoms. I just glared at the boys and headed
back for the train area, ignoring their taunts. I had
never even seem a condom, let alone held one.
Boarding the train, I settled down in area near the
door and looked around. There was disappointment in
that I failed to see the boy that had been riding the
train earlier.
The trip back seemed much more lonely. Opening the pack
of condoms, I noticed they were really kind of long
thin balloons. This tip of them had a small bulge to
allow any ejaculation to fill, so as not to explode
when a man spurted with such force inside of it. It was
almost exciting to imagine having a sheathed penis
slamming itself deep inside of me without the fear of
getting pregnant.
Arriving back home, I ran the entire distance to
Stacey's house. I was out of breath, when I plopped
down on the couch in the front room. Reaching down into
the sack, I grabbed for a pack of gum, but came up with
the pack of condoms the boys had thrown to me.
Embarrassed, I quickly hid them back inside the sack.
Mark and Stacey were back at playing Nintendo and
hadn't caught my mistake, but Dave had been watching my
every move. He just filed it away in his thoughts and
pretended to be watching the other kids play their
game.
As it grew dark outside, we played a few hands of cards
and Mark called our parents and told them he was going
to spend the night over with me at Stacey's house. His
mother asked him to make sure it was okay with Stacey's
dad, He said that it was and Mark hung up the phone.
Dave announced it was time we should start getting
ready for bed. Since Stacey was staying in the guest
room and we were really too old to be sleeping
together, he said he'd make up a couch. Mark and I just
glanced at each other and thought the same thing. They
both remembered the experience of his earlier escapades
with Stacey while Dave had gone to the store.
Dave grabbed a few blankets and a spare pillow and soon
the couch in the front room was transformed into a
comfortable sleeping area.
We girls had headed off to the bathroom and could be
heard talking to each other in hushed tones. Dave
looked at Mark and told him to be on the lookout. Who
knows what tricks we girls might play tonight.
The forewarning that Mark received was worthwhile.
About thirty minutes passed from when we all turned in
for the night, when Mark must have heard giggling from
Stacey's bedroom. Getting up from the couch, he tip-
toed over to their door and peeked through where it was
slightly cracked open.
He must have seen us laying on the bed, looking at the
pictures we had snapped earlier in the day. The fact
was, that we were dressed in our skimpy nighties, and
he could see that Stacey had on a luscious pair of
satin green panties. They shimmered through her silk
nightgown.
With every movement she made on the bed, her buttocks
clenched and he grew excited watching them. His shaft
grew hard inside his white cotton underwear and began
straining to be released from its confinements. He
suddenly realized we were discussing what tricks we
might play on him. Unfortunately for him, he couldn't
quite make out what we were whispering. As he watched,
he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and
the floor creaked.
We both looked toward the door when we heard the noise
and Mark backed out as quietly as possible and ran into
the front room and lay down on the couch and pretended
to be fast asleep.
He felt our presence near the couch long before he
risked peeking through one eye. Stacey was off to the
left of him and I was fast approaching on the right.
Mark was laying on his back and his erection was still
causing a tent in his underwear. I saw he was peeking,
but kept it to myself. I knew he heard me whisper to
Stacey, "See, I told you. When boys sleep they
automatically get a hard-on." Little did Stacey realize
Mark was quite awake and alert.
Stacey reached his side first. She asked me, "Are you
sure that he won't wake up?"
I responded by reaching over and stroking Marks shaft.
Stacey watched her doing this and small trimmers of
excitement coursed through my body.
She whispered to me, "Hey that is your brother you
know..."
I said, "I don't care, I'm not going to have
intercourse with him, I'm just using him to explore the
male physical."
Besides, he knows better than to say anything, even if
he were awake. I'd tell every girl in school that he
has some strange disease and they run from the sight of
him.
Stacey said, "Watch this then." She put her hand inside
her panties and plunging her fingers inside her
quivering mound. Drawing her now soaked fingers she put
them next to Marks face. I knew he had to smell her
love scent. I looked down and saw his cock pulse in
anticipation.
His penis grew more erect and his shorts strained to
hold his manhood inside its prison.
"Gosh, this boy can sleep through anything.", whispered
Stacey. She grabbed the elastic on his underwear and
yanked them down, letting his manhood jump up to stand
at attention.
Making sure that his eyes were still closed, she
thought he must still be asleep, so she tugged them
down past his ankles and off, to toss them onto the
floor.
His cock was throbbing and standing straight up in the
air. I wished he wasn't my brother. That I could jump
on top of him and thrust that rigged piece of meat deep
inside me, but knew that would be crossing the line
extremely too much.
Besides this was Stacey's "toy" to play with.
I settled for watching her lean over and draw his
manhood between her lips. It almost made me cream my
panties right there and then.
I joined Stacey at Marks crotch and sticking out my
tongue, began licking the base of the shaft that
protruded from between his legs.
He had just reached puberty and the fuzz that resemble
pubic hair covered his balls. Our tongues found each
individual strand and teased him into squirming around
as we brought his passion to heights he never knew
possible.
Stacey took his entire shaft deep into her mouth with
no trouble. It was almost half as thick as Dave's, and
about two inches shorter.
As she swallowed him deep into her warm throat, Mark
moved in excitement. His testicles began to boil over
and his hips were now thrusting up with pure ecstasy.
As he shot his first load, Stacey drew her mouth from
his cock and cupped her hand around his shaft and began
pumping him rapidly. His sperm flew from the tip of his
cock, covering both of our faces, dripping over her
hand to puddle deep in his crotch.
**
Dear Diary,
Just a note to let you know that I enjoyed messing with
my brother, but his being my relation and the fact that
he was just a young boy inexperienced in the fact of
life. Not to say someday he might not be good for some
girl, but at this time the limited knowledge he had
only led to hump and pump sex that did nothing to
expand his horizons properly.
Looking down at the lying form of him, spent,
exhausted, his penis now limp, I asked Stacey if we
should cover him up.
Stacey replied they should or her dad might walk in and
see him there naked. Tucking him in for the night, both
of us girls left for the bedroom.
I stopped off in Stacey's room for a minute and we sat
on the edge of the bed teasing each other about whom
had excited him the most and had the most cum over
their face.
I finally gave in to the fact that Stacey had placed
her face down below his shaft and had received most of
it.
I said goodnight and left to go to the guest room.
Glancing back, I saw Mark in the front room, sitting on
the edge of the couch wiping himself off with a
discarded tee-shirt. Evidently he didn't care to much
for having his spunk globbing his crotch.
Entering just inside the guest bedroom, I watched him
get up and head into Stacy's room.
I stepped back into the hallway and looking into the
room, I saw Mark positioning himself to thrust his cock
into Stacey's waiting cherry.
I saw his shaft effortlessly enter deep inside my best
friend's privates again.
I could hear the sucking sound, as he withdrew his
penis, just to the outer lips of her vagina, before
plunging deep inside her. His balls smacked against her
bottom as he pummeled her effortlessly.
Stacey was moaning in the intense movement. Every nerve
in my body was tingling. I could see her tiny pussy
stretching and gripping Marks rock hard erection.
She grabbed the back of his head and forced him to
lower his mouth to her breasts. He licked her nipples
till they stood out hard and firm. Her body convulsed
in the extreme pleasure he was giving her.
The emotions that she must have felt from his tender
caresses were like running barefoot through the
tickling wet grass on a dew lit morning. She reached
down and grabbed his buttocks, pulling him more into
her, causing each thrust to be deeper and harder.
Faster and faster they went.
They were both sweating now from the pure physical
pleasure that they were sharing with each other. They
knew that nothing was more important than giving the
other that much needed release of their pent up
emotions,
It was as if every time they had been yelled at,
scorned, hurt, or deprived of something, was being
rewarded in this one fulfilling embrace.
He pulled himself from inside her and turned around so
that he could suck and lick her love mound until she
would plead for him to stop.
Stacey saw his manhood only inches from her face and
decided to take his shaft deep into her mouth. Although
this went against her personal feelings, she knew how
good it felt to have him nibbling on her snatch, so she
engulfed his penis deep into her mouth.
His attention to her snatch intensified and she felt
him react to the tracing of her tongue around the crown
of his cock. Mark drove his fingers deep inside her.
Stacey's tiny mound was fingered by him and I saw him
stretching her apart, so he could get his own tongue
down deeper into her love tunnel.
He touched a particularly sensitive spot and she
skyrocketed into her orgasm. Her legs tightened around
his head. She no longer noticed him plunging his cock
into her mouth, but placed all her attention on what
wild sparks of pleasure he was giving her below.
I saw a look on her face like she would pass out, from
the ultimate overload her body was having. It seemed
like she could orgasm forever. Her muscles in her
vagina refused to quit clenching. Finally they began to
subside and she focused on giving him back the pleasure
she had received.
She reached up with one hand and grabbed his balls
gently. Her tender touch was almost more than he could
bear.
Mark tried to hold himself back from thrusting too
deeply into her mouth, but nature took over and soon he
was bucking deep into her throat.
Stacey could feel his shaft sliding in and out of her
mouth and when he pushed extremely hard, it found it
way down her throat. This only excited him more and she
wanted please him so much, for the care that he had
shown her. As she tickled his balls she slurped as much
of his manhood into her mouth as possible.
His cum was building up and he began spurting deep into
her throat. Stacey gagged and spit up his cum and
release her grip on his cock. He continued to spew
forth his semen and she reached forth and pumped him by
hand a few more times, until his orgasm was complete.
**
Dear Diary,
I am beginning to think my brother is a bunny rabbit,
the way he likes to just hump and bump. His trusts were
not really methodic, but more like quick released
passion. Yet I have to admit that he sure can shoot
quite a load!
I returned to my room. I was thinking life wasn't fair.
I knew that it was wrong to have intercourse at so
young an age, but Mark and Stacey sure seemed like they
had enjoyed themselves, much more than the simple
experimenting in sexuality, I had so far pursued.
I lay down in bed and thought about the many new
horizons that had been awaken in my sleeping body
recently.
I thought about safe sex and the condoms the boys had
thrown at me. I still had them, and knew if I were to
go into Dave's room, he would gladly oblige me reach to
be a complete woman. He would wear a "rain-coat" and
protect me from getting pregnant, but I felt that I
would know when that time was, and this early in my
life was not one of them.
One of my friends had been sexually abused and I
thought that must be the worst, as the girl had not
willingly participated. I could see how it must have
been quite frightful, as even when I was in control, I
was still nervous. But at least I had a choice in it
and it helped that I was ready for the small amount we
had tried so far. I hoped the man that had touched my
friend would have his cock rot off. Thank goodness Dave
understood how I felt and knew just how far to let our
emotions run.
I decided I would settle for just some sexual playing
around, so I got back up and went down the hall to
where Dave lie sleeping. I knew he was really out this
time.
As I edged up to the bed, I removed my nighty and clad
only in my skimpy panties, crawled under the sheets
with him. It felt good to sneak into bed with him, my
budding nipples rested against his back. I reached
around him and slipped my hand inside his bikini
briefs. His manhood reacted to my touch.
I was content with the gentle pumping action as I slid
my hand up and down his semi-erect shaft. Bringing it
to its full erected state, I pressed my chest against
his back, brushing my nipples against his skin, until
they stood out firm and hard.
The sensation I felt was overwhelming. Dave continued
sleeping through it all.
I could tell he was out of it, but his manhood was mine
to control and I began pumping his hard shaft faster
and faster. My other hand was working inside my cherry,
bringing waves of tremors to my vaginal muscles.
He was now moving his hips in reaction to my fingers
teasing the length of his rod. Suddenly he ejaculated
and my orgasm caused me to pump my hips against his
buttocks. My light tuft of pubic hair tickled his
behind and I felt my control slipping away.
As I spasmed in my own pool of emotion, I gently leaned
over and decided I wanted to wake him up, so he might
teach me more of this wonderful experience.
I kept my hand wrapped around his low limpid penis.
After a few moments, I began pumping him again with
hopes that he might gain another erection.
I continued this for what seemed like minutes,
whispering in hear ear for him to awaken, until his
breathing grew much more rapid and I knew that he was
coming awake. Dave rolled toward me and looked over at
me with those caring eyes. He brushed the hair out of
my eyes and leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.
I whispered for him to slide himself between my legs as
the boy scout had done to Stacey earlier. He told me to
roll away from him and place my back against his chest.
I could feel his hardening cock burrowing its way
between the cheeks of my buttocks.
He reached down and pulled the elastic holding the thin
material over my crotch to one side. He reached around
me and cupped my breasts in his hand. Gently pinching
my nipples and bringing them to their excited state, I
felt his manhood sliding up toward my tiny vagina.
I was so wet and lubricated that he could have easily
slipped himself inside of me, but out of respect and
caring, he told me to guide his shaft with my hand.
I reached down and placed pressure on him as he plunged
his penis through my vaginal lips.
The tender explosions I felt, caused me to give a small
moan.
I held his shaft tightly against my virgin tunnel.
Guiding it over to strike against my clitoris on the
far side. Another tremor was felt deep inside me. I
felt like every emotion in my body was fighting to win.
I was crying and laughing all simultaneously.
I realized that people could have sex, or they could
make love, or they could share this type of moment when
they were just two people who cared so much for each
other that they would do almost anything to please the
other. I wondered how many women
His thrusting action was increasing and I felt my
second wave of orgasm screaming for release. His cock
was now pumping faster and faster. My vagina cried for
the feeling of his cock to stretch their inner walls,
As his pubic hairs ticked my behind and the tip of his
cock plowed its way through my pussy lips, it slammed
into my clitoris and I jerked again and again in the
most intense orgasm.
He spurted forth his hot semen. It dribbled over my
love mound and added to the lubrication my own body had
given. I moaned louder as the cum hit my clitoris and
every drop made me spasm in pure blissfulness.
We lay there throughout the rest of the night. His
manhood trapped between my legs. I knew now that sex is
not sexuality or two bodies just banging away in the
night. That I remained pure and intact, yet had grown
into the ways of giving the ultimate pleasure to
someone else.
My knowledge that life at this point in my life was
complete made me content with life itself. I knew that
should life ever throw me a rough time, I could escape
into the safety of memories of this ending day of
summer.
**
The next day I arose and left with my brother for our
house. Looking back, I waved good-bye to David and
Stacey. I said, "Thank You!"
To which Stacey relied, "You're welcome."
But Dave knew who I was really thanking and with the
smile on his face and the glint in his eye, I realized
he knew as well that I was really directing my thanks
to him...
I wondered what I would really write in my essay on how
summer vacation had been.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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