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   Mary and Susan

   Chapter One

   By Ron





   It took several months before Susan and I actually got together.  She
was a wonderful person whom I had met at work one day.  We went out to
dinner several times with her twelve- year-old daughter, Mary, in tow.  The
pleasantness of their company turned into a longing for their company. 
Especially Mary's.  This surprised me as I hadn't been looking for anything
"serious" for quite awhile.

   I had found pleasure from a few "ladies of the evening" over the last
few years but they just weren't what I could be comfortable with.  So I
went back to try to fulfill a fantasy I had. Young ones.  I found them on
the street also and took several to bed over a period of a few months. 
They spread the word amongst themselves that I was a safe person to be with
and allowed their pleasure if they wanted it.  Just showing up at their
hangout got me someone to be with for a few hours.  The youngest was around
thirteen.  But their being on the street had taken toll of their vitality
and unrestrained fun during sex.  These encounters taught me how much I
liked getting young girls in bed and how much I disliked prostitute sex.

   But when Susan and I started to have a conversation about getting
serious with each other, I tried to be completely honest about my
activities over the last several years.  But I was afraid if I told her
about the youngest girls, how attractive I found them, she would turn me
out like a filthy bum in the night.  We had a long conversation that ended
in a very late evening.  Our feelings were up front save my one small
secret.  I wanted to work things out hoping the interests I'd developed
wouldn't resurface.  We decided to give things a try.

   But one night when Mary came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, I got
that old feeling again.  Susan was working late so it was just Mary and I.
After getting dressed she came down to the living room in shorts and T
shirt to watch a video so we sat on the couch to watch it. Her little-girl
smell was radiating all around me causing my body to have the natural
reaction, a hard-on that wouldn't quit.

   Part-way through the movie she turned to me and started to talk about
her Mom's and my relationship.  "You know, I kinda like having you around
here.  I was worried when you first started coming over that you would take
Mom away from me.  But after awhile it seemed ok.  I mean, Mom is really
happy with you and all.  Uh, I even heard you the other night.  Gee.  Mom
was loud!  I heard you, too.  Is it really that good?"

   I was shocked to hear this from her and said, "Sweetheart, you shouldn't
be listening to us.  You probably know a little about the birds and the
bees and things, but that's only about how babies are made.  There is a lot
more to it than that.  Has your Mom told you much about that part of
things?"

   Mary blushed as sweetly as only a 12 year-old can and said, "Well, just
a little.  I hear a lot from the girls at school about some of the things
but not much.  I know they are bragging up about things they really don't
do but hearing their stories is fun.  Kinda exciting too, in a way.  But
I'd never do anything like that.  Especially, uh, the real thing.  You know
what I mean?"

   I chuckled just a bit at her relating her view of sex.  So like a child.
It was beautiful.  But some things she should know now before it could get
out of control.  Besides, I'd get off just talking about sex with an
innocent, curious little girl.  Done very carefully she could be learn what
it was like to be a woman, to feel like a woman, to feel how a man could
make her feel.  She could get pretty mixed up if it wasn't done correctly,
and she would have to understand the problems it could involve, but it
could be done.  Now to see how curious she really was.

   "I'm not sure I should tell you some of the things you should know about
your body and sex.  That's for your Mom."

   She was always fast on the uptake and she smiled as the implications
sunk in.  And blushed redder, looking at her feet.  When her eyes came up
to mine, I knew what she wanted.

   "Uh, I want to know those things.  If Mom won't tell me, would you?"

   I smiled at her and, almost in a whisper, told her, "I could tell you
these things.  But if I do I'd get in trouble with your Mom.  I'm not sure
she would appreciate you hearing about sexual relations and sexual pleasure
from me before she could tell you.  And talking to your friends about it at
school would be as good as yelling it out in the Mall.  Do you see how this
would cause problems?"

   "But you know them now and I need to know about them,"she pleaded.  "I
don't want to wait forever for Mom to get around to it.  I mean it sounded
like it was good for you the other night and I want to know about it.  I
won't tell Mom about it if you do."

   This was an opportunity I didn't want to resist.  But it was also a
chance for twenty years behind bars.  Caution was in order.

   "Mary, the pleasures your body can give you is a very special thing. 
For a girl and for everybody.  But it is a very private thing.  Talking
about such an intimate subject with you is something I could do, but I'm
not sure you would understand it all.  And I could get in real trouble. 
Not just with your Mom but with the Law.  Do you understand what happens to
men that talk about sex and sexuality with little girls?" I was excited and
scared at the same time.

   Mary looked at me with a curious and affectionate look and said, "But I
want to know about these things.  You just gotta tell me.  I already said I
wouldn't tell Mom.  What so bad about hearing about them from you.  You
live with us now.  Someday you two could get married and then it would be
forever.  And I'll hear about them somewhere else if you don't tell me. 
It'll be ok, it really will.  No one else would know about it.  Please,
please tell me.  I gotta know!"

   Well, it was my own fault she had pushed it this far.  Now I found
myself trapped by my own words.  If I backed out now, she would have me
over a barrel.  If I did tell her, she could still have me by the short
hairs.  I'd offered and refused to tell her at the same time.

   "Mary, if I talk to you about these things, it has to stay a private
thing just between us.  I can even teach you how to feel some things, but
if I'm asked about it, I'd have to say a thing I don't like.  Because if
someone found out I told you about sexual expression and pleasure, I'd be
locked up and the key would be thrown away.  I'd have to tell a lie.  I've
never lied to you or your Mom and I don't want to start.  When the time is
right I'll tell your Mom about this conversation, but it won't be for
awhile.  So if we are going to continue, I want to know you know it is
private. Just between you and me.  Only I can say when it's ok to talk
about this.  Everybody gets in deep, uh, manure otherwise.  What do you
think about that?"

   She frowned a moment then looked at me very seriously saying, "Ok.  You
want to tell me about it but if you do you could get in trouble if I tell
anyone.  But I've already said I won't.  Don't you believe me?  I have to
know!  I'd rather hear about it from you than from the girls at school. You
know about these things.  I want to know about them.  Please?"

   That look told me she understood as far as she could the implications of
going on.  So if she wanted to hear about sex and what it was like, I'd
tell her.  And, with some luck, get to show her too.

   "Here goes then." She settled back in the padding of the couch but
snuggled a little closer to me.  I inhaled the unmistakable scent of heat
from her body.  It smelled sweet.  As sweet as only little girls can smell.
"If you don't understand something, stop me and ask, ok?" She nodded her
head.  I ruffled her head to let her know it wasn't all dead serious stuff.

   "You know the parts that make men and women different.  It's not just
the outside parts that make the difference.  It's what's inside of you too.
It's how you think about feeling sexy.  And about how you make yourself
feel sexy and pleasure.  You said you heard us the other night.  What did
you think about hearing us knowing what we were doing?"

   Mary got a little smile and replied, "Well, at first I didn't know what
was going on but then when I figured out what it must have been, well, I
felt weird.  I wasn't sure what to think but it made me feel funny. 
Butterflies in my tummy, you know?  As I listened more I tried to imagine
what you looked like , you know, doing it."

   "The butterflies were just the first step in getting hot.  Getting hot
means feeling sexy and wanting to do something about it.  And 'doing it' is
not the proper word.  Having sex or making love are better words.  The
naughty words are screwing and the 'F' word.  Or humping, or jumpin' bones.
You've heard these?" Her head nodded.  "Well, when your body gets
butterflies you're starting to get sexual feelings.  It's instinct, getting
those feelings.  Your body knows how to feel good.  It wants to.  You just
have learn its language and how to get those good feelings for yourself. 
Touches and rubs in the right places at the right time is all it takes, and
you should learn what the touches are and where it feels best for you.  It
can be done alone or it can be learned with someone you trust.  You know a
little what I'm talkin' about.  You've already tried it some for yourself."
The fast look of surprise on her face said it all.  "Don't let it worry
you. Everyone does it for themselves.  Anyone who says they don't are
fibbing.  They may not want you to know they do sex things but they are. 
Tell me, how much have you done for yourself?"

   Mary looked away for a moment and frowned.  Then she turned back with a
determined look and said, "I touch myself down there sometimes when I'm in
the shower and sometimes in bed.  It feels good."

   I put my arm around her shoulders to reward her honesty and went on,
"Down there? There are names you know and should use them.  Do you know
which words?"

   "Well, yeah, but it's embarrassing to use them.  In front of you.  Well,
in front of a boy."

   "It's alright to use them around me.  After all I've heard them and seen
them all."

   Mary was quiet for a bit then seemed to make her decision.  "I touch my
breasts and my vulva.  It really feels good at the top of the labia lips.
That's where my clitoris is.  And I get wet. My vagina gets wet when I
touch it and rub around it." She wriggled a bit trying to get more
comfortable.

   I smiled at her getting the itchiness that comes from arousal.  "Just
talking about touching yourself gets you excited, doesn't it?" She nodded a
couple times and smiled through her blush. "It's ok to feel excited.  Your
vulva and vagina are tingling a lot too, aren't they?" Another nod.

   "That's called getting aroused or getting hot.  That's normal. 
Especially when you're talking about sex things.  It's what you do about
the feelings and the desire for more that is important.  Most of the time
you can't help getting aroused talking about sex or seeing a really
gorgeous boy or watching a romantic movie.  It happens to me all the time.
It's even happening now." She glanced at me then looked away.  "But that's
just the beginning.  From there you can really feel all the things you want
to learn about." But how to get to the next part?  "Tell me how your body
is feeling right now after talking about sex like this."

   Mary's eyes got a faraway look as she concentrated on what she was
feeling and said, "Well, I've got some butterflies in me tummy and my, uh,
vagina is all tingly.  Is that what's supposed to happen?"

   "Yes sweetheart, that's just right.  Do your breasts and nipples feel
tingly too?"

   "Oh yes, my boobs tickle just a little rubbing on my T shirt."

   It was time for some boldness.  "I want to show you how your breasts can
feel real tingly. Will you let me do that for you?"

   "I suppose that'd be ok.  What do you mean?"

   In let my hand slide down off her shoulder to gently start rubbing her
chest just below her neck.  "If I touch and rub your breasts just right
they will get real sensitive and the nipples will get hard and very
tingly." I pushed my fingers down to feel just the beginning of her curving
tit, gently rubbing back and forth on the top of the mound.  "When I touch
your breast like this, does it make it tingle more?" Her head nodded once.
"The real sensitive part is the nipple itself." I pressed two fingers down
and over the hardening bud of her nipple.  A little gasp escaped her lips
as I flicked it gently then pushed it inwards and popped it out from under
my fingertip..

   "See how that feels?  Touching it like this stimulates the blood flow
and makes it sensitized to more touches." I started to rub both fingers
over it and pressing down a little harder, and, sliding my finger to one
side, letting it pop free.  Each time Mary gasped a little louder and put
her hand on mine.  So I pressed my whole hand over her breast mound and
cupped it, gently squeezing and kneading it.  "Once you get one breast
stimulated like this, you just keep doing what feels good.  Then after a
bit, switch over to the other one.  It feels just as good, only you're
ready for it and ready to let it feel even better."

   More gasps came from her as she wiggled herself under my touches.  I
didn't want her to lose control so I stopped kneading her flesh for a
moment.  "Mary, look at me for a moment." Her eyed rose and I told her,
"That is how your whole body can feel.  Every part.  Especially your labia
and vagina which are even more sensitive than your breasts.  If you want to
stop now and not have me touch you anymore, that's ok.  You just have to
ask me to stop.  Do you understand this? Anytime you want someone to stop
touching you, just tell them.  If they respect and love you, they will.  If
they don't, it's time for you to 'get out of Dodge'.  Anything you can do
to get away from that person is ok.  This is your body and you have control
over touching.  So what do you need to do to get it to stop?"

   Mary smiled at me softly and said, "I tell them to stop."

   "And if they don't want to stop?"

   "It's time to get out of Dodge.  Does that mean I run away?"

   I chuckled a bit at her question and answered, "It means you run.  You
hit, kick 'em in the nuts, gouge their eyes, scream, and run.  Everything
you need to do to get away."

   "I'd do all that too.  But if I, uh, wanted them to keep touching, what
would I do?"

   I gave her a big smile on hearing this and replied, "You tell them what
feels good and ask them to do it some more for you.  If something feels
good, ask them to do it more."

   She cuddled closer, looked up at me, and said the words I was hoping
for.

   "I like having you touch my boobs and rub them.  It feels great.  Would
you do it some more, please?"

   "I sure will if you if you want me to.  I'd really like it.  Let's take
your T-shirt off.  It'll feel better without the cloth in the way.  And if
you want, you can take off my shirt and do the same for me.  Helping each
other feel good with touches and rubs at the same time is the best part. 
Grab the bottom and pull it off.  You'll really like touching me while I
touch you."

   Mary turned around on the couch and reached out for my shirt.  Grasping
it she pulled it up and peeled it over my head.  The sweat made it stick a
bit but it came off.  Her eyes took on an excited look as she reached out
to touch my chest.  Her fingers felt the hair and her mouth opened in a
small 'o' as she sucked in her breath.

   I looked down at her lovingly when she pressed her hands onto my skin
and asked, "How does that feel?  Do you like the warmth and feel of my
body?"

   Mary didn't look up from my chest as she replied, "Oh yes, it's lovely.
Wow, your little nipples get hard?  I didn't know boys could do that."

   "Men and boys get aroused as much as girls do, only in different ways.
But I like my nipples rubbed just as much as you.  Sometimes I get envious
of girls because you have such nice breasts that can be held and rubbed and
squeezed.  I like doing it to you and sort of wish I could have it done to
me the same way.  But I have places that feel as good as a girl's places
do. I'll teach you about them later.  First I want to teach you about your
places.  If you want me to." I placed a hand on her ribs and traced the
bones down to her waist, then past her hips to her thighs. She shivered and
closed her eyes at the feelings.

   I slid my hands back up her legs to wrap around her waist.  Pulling her
body up a little and leaning over I placed my lips on hers, gently brushing
her skin on mine.  Her mouth opened in a mew.  I pressed my lips just a
little harder onto hers and kissed her with the beginnings of passion.

   I pulled back and looked her in the face.  I wanted her now but held
back my real desire to rip her clothes off and fuck her silly right then
and there.  I'd promised to teach her the ways of her body and I had yet to
fulfill that tryst.

   "Mary look at me." She opened her eyes and looked right through me.  It
was a sight to behold.  The sight of a woman in heat and love.

   "Right now you've experienced a little of what you can do.  And what you
can feel.  You must have control over your body and if you want to stop or
go further, I want to be absolutely clear in your feelings.  Even if you
feel your body is out of control and you're so horny you can't wait to
satisfy its needs, you have to be able to look at yourself in the mirror
and feel proud of yourself and what you do.  This is very important to me.
Now think about how far you want to go and how much you want to learn; and
when it's best for you to learn about sex and the pleasures of your body.
Now may not be the time or I may not be the best person for you to learn
from. Think about these things for a moment.  This is very important. 
Think about this seriously.  Do this for me." I went silent and looked away
so she could give thought to these ideas.

   I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked down into a set of joyous eyes.

   "I thought about what you said.  I love you and I know you would never
do anything I didn't want to do.  And I want to know about sex and stuff.
But I'm scared about it too.  I don't want to 'go all the way' if you know
what I mean.  But what else can I do to make myself feel like I did when
you touched my breasts?"

   Relief and horny expectation filled me as continued, "Mary, there's a
lot you can do to feel good.  Kissing and touching in just the right places
in the right way can get you the good feelings.  The best of them is called
an orgasm.  That's when all the feelings gather together for a fantastic
feeling at the end of sexual play.  Having intercourse or screwing or
'going all the way' is not the only way you can do this.  After a time you
may want to do that, too.  But for now, it would be best if you didn't. 
Not until you can fully appreciate it."

   Mary got a thoughtful look and asked, "Will you show me how to get all
those good feelings?  I want to feel them.  Please."

   I leaned down and kissed her fully once again.  "I want to teach you
these things.  Would you let me remove the rest of your clothes so I can
touch you all over?  No clothes to interfere with the delicious touches I
can give you.  And I want to see you for myself too.  I would get a lot of
pleasure in seeing your body and watching you experience the pleasures I
want to show you."

   "I'll let you do that.  To see and touch me all over, sure.  I want to
show you how beautiful I am and to feel you touching me.  And I want to
watch you touch me.  I want to watch everything."

   I could see the truth of her words and hear every meaning in what she
was saying.  She understood what I said and what she wanted.

   "Then kiss me to seal it." I watched as Mary's body reached up to mine.
Her lips touched my lips and the heat I felt was much more intense than any
of her other kisses.  I pushed my tongue out and stroked her lips with it.
She held the kiss but lessened the pressure, getting accustomed to this new
feeling.  Holding her close I cupped a hand around a breast and pressed the
nipple, rubbing it gently to hardness, then rolling it between thumb and
forefinger for her pleasure.

   "How does that feel?  Tell me what you feel when I touch and rub your
nipples."

   A sigh came from her as she said, "It's wonderful.  Every time you touch
me there I get a little tingle and when you sort of pinch my nipple I felt
a shock run through my belly.  Do it some more."

   "I'll do more than that.  But if you like something, tell me and I'll
make it feel better."

   With that I continued kissing her, stroking my tongue on her lips and
working on the other nipple.  I dropped my other hand down her rib cage
stroking her ribs down to her hips, crossing her bare stomach and back to
her other breast.  I went around her torso and back to her softly curving
hips, pressing into her flesh with my fingers, stroking every area bared
for my touch. Mary cooed under this treatment pressing her lips harder to
mine finally letting her tongue slip out to meet mine.

   I reluctantly pulled away from the kiss and told her, "Mary, I want to
show you something else.  Raise up closer to me." She raised up a little on
her knees.  I wrapped my arms around the curve of her lower back using my
hands to caress her butt and leaned my head down to her breast. I felt the
hardness of the nipple as I caressed it with my lips and let my tongue roll
out and flicked the tip across the hardness of her nipple.  She pushed her
chest into my face, each new touch bringing another gasp from her.  Then I
popped it into my mouth and sucked at it like a starving calf.  More gasps
came from her, combining with my own moans at the pleasure of a tit in my
mouth.  Her head swept across the top of mine as she shook it from one side
to the other, each gasping toss thumping her chest hard into my face.

   I changed tits and loved the other one as much as the first.  Her gasps
changed to moans as she threw her head side to side.  I slid one hand
inside her shorts and in the butt crack, rubbing up and down, and let the
other one rub her belly in circles, each round dropping lower to the shorts
she put on after her shower.  Then down her hips, stroking down her thighs.
On one pass I let it travel up the inside of her thigh.  She shivered at
each new sensation, moaning at each pass.

   Her breasts had gotten the stimulation they needed for now.  I pulled my
face back up to hers and kissed her deeply letting my tongue press between
her lips, gently opening them for me. Her tongue swept out and touched
mine, stroking along the sides and pressing on the tip.  She was learning
how to kiss with unrestrained passion.  I felt pride in her getting this
far so quickly.

   "How do you feel now, sweetheart?"

   "Oh wow, I've never felt like this before.  I feel great.  I want more
of this.  How can we do more?"

   I'd created a monster in little girl clothes.

   "Stand up in front of me here.  There, you look beautiful.  Would you
let me remove the rest of your clothes and give you some more touches?  I
want to show you how to get all the feels you ever wanted from your body. I
want to show you how touching your vagina and labia and all your special
parts can make you get all the feelings coming all at once so you can
climax in an orgasm.  I want to show you all these things.  Let's get
undressed and have some real fun."

   I reached out and tugged her shorts off her hips.  "Your panties are a
bit damp at the bottom.  That's your vagina getting ready for sexual
activity.  Can I take them off to see your lovely girls parts, your vulva
and vagina?  And if you'll let me touch and rub you in the special ways I
can teach you, I'll make you feel like you've never felt before."

   "Go ahead.  What do you want me to do?" Mary's face only showed the
desire I had kindled in her.

   Her shorts and bikini panties slid down her legs to her feet.  She
daintily stepped out of them.

   "Come up here and lay down on the couch beside me." She did.  "Now, I'm
going to show you what you need to know to please yourself."

   Looking down upon her I saw the loveliness of her young body, the
sharpness of her hips contrasting the gentled curves and smooth muscles
around her belly and thighs.  Her orange sized breasts swelling from the
smoothness of her chest, the aureolas a dark pink, the nipples standing
dark, proudly erect in the centers.  Below her smooth stomach her labia
slightly bulged from between her legs, sporting the slightest tuft of dark
red hair at the top of her slit.  Watching carefully I could see the sleek
mounding of her girl-flesh pulse ever so faintly with her heartbeat.

   Kissing her again, I ran a hand down to her belly not stopping at her
hips but sending fingers further to delicately tickle the tufted mound
above her pussy.  My other hand caressed her breasts and rubbed her nipples
into hardness once again.  She pushed her body upward towards my touches
signaling me her readiness for greater levels of stimulation as her arms
wrapped around my neck pulling me down to her.  My hand ran down the inside
of her thighs and back up just grazing the sleek swollen tissues hiding
between her legs.

   "Honey, I could you open your legs a little for me?" Her legs opened as
if by magic, her labia exposed to my gaze.  I reveled in their beauty. 
Puffy from all the foreplay, the inner lips just poking out between the
outer lips were a gorgeously bright ruby color.  My finger started at the
bottom of her slit and slid up slowly, just barely pressing down.  The
moisture she was exuding started to flow enough to slick the smooth
hairless skin.  Ah, that wonderful feeling of slippery, smooth, erotic,
aroused pussy.  The gentle rub feeding back through my single finger sent a
shiver up my spine.  From the pressure I was experiencing on my lips, she
was feeling the same.

   A few more slides and I delicately pressed down harder until my
fingertip split her lips and dove down toward her more sensitive parts. 
Her mouth opened in a moan.  Another press and slide on her labia caused
her to moan louder, forgetting the kiss she had been holding.  Upwards my
finger roamed making little side to side movements until I felt the hood
covering her clit, and with a little rub over the top its ruby colored head
popped out.  I wanted to watch this for myself.

   I pressed on it, gave it a loving stroke and told her, "This is the
center of a girl's pleasure. Feel how it makes sparks all over your body.
I'll make circles around it and rub over the top like this." The rubbery
head bobbed under my fingertip retracting inward when my finger circled the
hooded flesh, poking out again at the release of pressure on the
surrounding tissue.

   Mary pushed her hips forward at the touches.  "Oh, that's the best. 
Ohhh, ahhhh, uhhn.  Do it some more right on my clit.  Oh damn, that's
good. Yeah, right there.  I like it when you rub all around it and push on
it like that.  I want more.  Do it to me harder.  I want it all.  Ahhh,
ohhh oh oh oh."

   He voice lost coherence as I pressed harder and rubbed her clit back and
forth.  She wanted more so I put my thumb on her clit and rubbed across the
head, just touching its tip, dragging only my thumbprint across the
delicate, sensitive flesh as I pressed my middle finger up against the
vaginal ring guarding the entrance to her hot pussy.  A little pressure and
it popped in. It was tight and I could feel her cunt muscles grabbing
around my finger, contracting and squeezing around it.  I rolled it around
just inside her pussy aided by the generous amounts of lubrication she was
producing.  I pushed in until I felt her hymen closing off the remainder of
her slippery heat from my probing.  She winced at this touch on the
sensitive bit of flesh.  I wanted so bad to jam past it but she would want
to lose her cherry under other circumstances so I pleasured her by twisting
and turning it at the entrance ring.  Then I pulled it out and pushed it in
again.  I started an in-and-out motion up to the first knuckle until she
loosened enough to push it in to the second knuckle.  Each push in popped
past the entrance ring and butted the blood engorged tissues aside.

   Keeping up the finger fucking, my thumb pushed down on her clit.  Again
and again, altering the timing, hooking my thumbnail under it to flick her
clit with my thumb, then a push and circle, then a rub, at ever changing
intervals, never allowing her to get used to any single rhythm. Rub, rub,
flick, pushhhhhh, rub.  She started making harsher sounds as her body lost
eveness of movement, jouncing around at odd times and in no regular order,
each sharp move accompanied by gasps and moans.

   "Uhhn, ohh ohh unhhh, oh," she cried gently.

   Damn, she got hot fast.  She was going to be a firebrand in the sack
someday.

   I knew she had to be getting close so I increased the speed and pressure
of my finger and thumb movements.  Harder I pressed her clit, mashing it
into her blood-gorged clit-hood, then flicks and rubs, then pushing from it
from side to side within the inner lips.  A second finger joined the first
in pumping her girl-lubed pussy hole, jabbing in and out now, curling
inside, increasing the suddenness and speed of each thrust.  Her voice
raised up in pitch until her moans were little squeals, her hips throwing
themselves all over the couch.  Without having my finger anchored in her
pussy, I'd've lost contact.  When her pussy muscle squeezed hard on my
finger I knew she was going to explode in her first real orgasm.  A little
harder pressure while rubbing on her clit with my thumb and faster
pistoning with my finger brought her to the edge.

   "Oh, oh, ahh, ahh, ahh unhhh, eeeh, eeeh ..."

   Rougher thumps and mashes on her clit alternately timed with sharp
two-fingered jabbing inside her cunt walls brought her heat up past
tolerated levels as she started to quiver under my hands.  A couple pinches
on a nipple and she flared up in a crashing cum.

   Her voice lost control and I heard her squeal in several rapid bursts of
sound.  Her hips thrust hard upwards as she started shaking, shaking hard!

   " EEEEEHH, YAHHHHHHHH, YEE, YEE, YEE, YEEEEAHHHHH!!!!"

   Ah, music to my ears!

   She had come wonderfully.  I cupped her pussy in my hand and gently
rubbed her down off her orgasm.  Her body just collapsed on the couch.

   He r legs were spread open, her pussy red and swollen.  A red mark had
developed in a diamond shape above her cunt reaching toward her belly.  I
had aroused her body and given her a wonderfully explosive orgasm.  She lay
there panting but totally relaxed, her eyes closed, her lips just barely
open in the beautiful expression all women have after really good sex play.
That well- laid look.  She had it.  And I had given it to her for the first
time in her young life.

   "Mary, are you still with me here?"

   Little sounds came from her, the small moans coming from the
satisfaction of pleasure.

   "Mary, how you doing down there?  It looked to me like it was a good one
for you.  Did you ever feel that good before?"

   She looked up at me with joyous eyes that pierced me to my heart and
soul and said dreamily, "Oh, that was wonderful!  I never felt like that
before.  Wow!  I never thought I could feel that good.  That was great. 
You really know how to do it good!"

   I swelled with pride hearing those words form her young lips.  I
replied, "I'm really glad I could show you how to feel that good.  It's
always better when another person does it for you for the first time.  I'd
like to teach it all to you, later.  But for now you should teach yourself
how you like to have an orgasm.  Try some things with yourself that feel
good.  And what stimulation gives you a cum so great you can't believe it.
This is why people want to have sex so much.  It's really wonderful when
it's between two people, but learning what's good for you is a lesson in
itself. Later maybe I'll tell you about other things you can do for
yourself and with a boy.  There's a lot to learn.  And learning what your
lover wants is just as exciting as learning what you want.  But for now,
you could use a shower and scoot on up to bed before your Mom gets home."

   "Can't I stay up and learn more.  I want you to do it again." Her
enthusiasm was a very promising sign of things to come, so to speak.

   I smiled at her invitation and her newly kindled desire, but is was late
and too soon after her first experience in her girlness to go any further.
"I can understand how you'd want more after learning how good it is to get
your pussy stroked and your clit rubbed, but any more will have to wait for
another time.  You have to get used to what your body wants and needs. 
It'll come in the right time.  Trust me on this, ok?"

   "Oh, alright.  But I'm gonna hold you to that!" Oh oh.  "Thanks so much
for showing me and making an orgasm happen to me.  Next time I want to do
the same for you." With that she hopped up and turned to me, grabbed my
head, and kissed me very nicely with her tongue.  She reached down with one
hand and gave my hard meat a little affectionate squeeze.  I nearly came
right then and there.  She grabbed up her clothes and walked to the stairs.
Her tight little naked butt wiggled much more than I had seen before as she
went upstairs.  A very lovely ass and perfectly formed body.  She was
absolutely the most beautiful sight I'd seen in a while.  With one last
blown kiss and a huge grin she disappeared around the corner.

   I sat there and released my erection from my pants and grabbed at my
pulsing cock to relieve myself before I had a bad case of blue balls.  It
felt good after the restraint I'd had to have to show Mary what she wanted
without going too far or scaring her.  I'd made her first time memorable
and hoped for a few more memorable events in the future.  She had said she
wanted to do me 'next time' and I knew it would be a good one.  I wouldn't
have to wait very long either, if the look she gave as she squeezed me was
any indication.

   My wank-off got better as I imagined what her shower was going to be
like tonight.  Not to mention her bedtime.  I think she'll turn out just
fine.  I hope she doesn't rub herself sore in bed tonight.  I don't know
what her Mother will say when she finally figures all of this out, but that
problem would have to be solved when it came up.  Careful preparation could
lay the groundwork for an interesting time.  But the risks were
substantial, the rewards great.  Thinking about the risk accentuated the
strokes I was giving myself.  And dreaming of Mary and Susan together
brought me over the edge.  I shot all over my chest.

   When my groans slowed and stopped I reached for my T shirt to clean up a
bit.  The faint noise near the top of the stairs nearly escaped my ears
but, when I thought about it, I knew I had heard it.  Yes, Mary was
exploring voyeurism as an adjunct to her new-found sexuality.



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