mcarlsso%sdcc13@ucsd.edu (Mars) (03/04/91)
CHAPTER TWO
The basement was divided into three sections. The main part of it was
sort of a rec room, with an old sofa and some old armchairs and an old TV and
stereo, et cetera. Off to one side was the laundry room, which contained
pretty much what you might expect in a laundry. In the corner of the laundry
room was the cinderblock shower stall. I grabbed the soap, turned on the
overhead light -- it was set up so you couldn't reach the switch from inside
the stall -- checked the floor of the shower for nasty little multileggers
and stepped in for my shower. I adjusted the spray so it was like needles
pounding down on me, hot and sharp. I stepped right into the middle of it and
closed my eyes and just savored the feel of the water sluicing over my flesh.
I damn near came again just from the sheer, sensual pleasure of it.
After a while I stepped out from under the spray long enough to pour
some K mart baby shampoo directly onto my head. I worked it into a thick
lather in my thick, dark hair, then stepped back into the spray and let the
water pound the soap out. Then I stepped out of the spay again and grabbed
the big, industrial size bar of Ivory from the soap dish. I worked it into a
thick lather all over my skin and savored the slick firmness of my own body.
I tried to grab my nipples, but the soap made my fingers slip off them -- and
I did it over and over again, simply because it felt so good. Naturally, one
thing led to another.
In moments, I was leaning back against the wall with the spray adjusted
to hit my pussy. I had my legs open and used my fingers to spread my pussy
lips. The spray hit my clitoris and I shuddered and shook. I was so close to
cumming, it was almost unbearable. I finally slipped one finger inside my
pussy. It was just the slightest bit uncomfortable -- but the good feeling
more than made up for that. I was right on the verge of cumming when the
curtain was pulled back. Jerry.
"Can I finish that for you?"
I practically dragged him into the shower. He got on his knees and
kissed my tits and sucked my nipples. The hot water was pounding both of us.
He probed my pussy with one finger and it felt awfully good.
But not good enough.
I pulled his head away from my breasts and stood straight. I reached for
a towel as I stepped out of the stall. My other hand was tugging his to
follow me.
He didn't need a lot of encouragement.
We barely made it into the recreation room. I dropped to my knees and
sucked the head of his hard dick into my mouth. I kept my hands on his lean
thirteen-year-old hips to restrain his natural impulse to jam the whole thing
into my throat and after a minute or so of that, I kind of pulled him down
next to me and urged him to lay back on the towel.
I straddled his hips and trapped his cock between his belly and my cunt
lips. I stroked along it a few times, more for my pleasure than his. The
underside of his dick, turned upward, dragged over my swollen little clittie.
He pulled me down so my face was against his neck and my tits were scrunched
against his lower chest, I reached around behind my little butt and held his
steel-stiff cock steady while I slithered backward.
Both of our bodies were wet from the shower and it was hot and sweaty in
that little recreation room, so we slid against each other. I felt his dick's
head pressing into the furrow of my cunt lips. As soon as it was settled in
place, he hunched his hips up and began pushing it into me.
His cock wasn't very thick, but I was only ten-and-a-half and wet as I
was, it was still a tight fit. It went in slowly, very slowly, bit by bit. My
little cunt was so tight that if he hadn't had all that teenaged rigidity and
enthusiasm, it never would have gone in at all.
But he did and it did.
I loved it.
Feeling his dick slide into me was like having an itch scratched before
you knew it was itchy. His prick was spreading and opening me, filling a void
that somehow hadn't existed until it entered. The cavity of my cunt was so
narrow that I hadn't really imagined it could be in need of this until it
happened. I certainly had never imagined it could feel so damn good.
Jerry had little in the way of style. He just put his hands over the
hard little mounds of my ass and pressed down while his hips rammed that
stiff, throbbing young cock up, relentlessly up. I was so little that my
pussy lips were stretched tight and my clitoris was fully exposed -- it might
have been anyhow, since it's always been a bit prominent -- and the feeling
of his dick invading me and my clit being rubbed by my stretched cunt lips
and...
Well, it all rolled up together inside of me and I started cumming. And
I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. My pussy went into spasms and all I could do
was press down as hard as I could on him and feel his cock sliding slowly
into me, spreading and filling me. I planted my mouth against his collar bone
to stifle my own screams and just gave myself over to it.
By the time he'd gotten his dick all the way into me -- and it must have
taken a good five or six minutes -- I had already had about a zillion
orgasms. When he finally hit bottom and that scrawny thatch of pubic hair was
pressing against my clit, I was totally lost in my cumming.
But when he started moving inside me, it was all over. I came so hard
and so long that I was afraid I was passing out. I might have gone
unconscious, in fact, but I wasn't aware of time or space or place. All knew
was the shattering, shredding pleasure ripping through my little body. My
pussy was tight to begin with, as you'd expect of a near-virgin cunt, and
even tighter, considering how small and young I was. Add the clenching spasms
of my orgasms and--
Well, it only took a couple of minutes of that and Jerry was cumming,
too. His dick swelled inside me and then he was throbbing and jerking in
there and groaning about how hot and tight I was and how good it felt and we
were cumming together.
Again, it seemed like he would never stop cumming, but when he did and
his dick shriveled and even my tight twat couldn't hold him inside, enormous
quantities of juice poured of me and drenched his thighs and the towel
beneath us.
For a long time, we just lay there with me sprawled and crushing across
his hard young body. My hips kept jerking and rolling as little aftershock
orgasms rocked through me. We were both still moaning and panting when we
heard the car in the driveway.
I lifted my head and we stared into each other's eyes for a moment. Then
the realization and panic hit us. We were like a pair of wild mice, scurrying
and running. Jerry somehow stuffed himself, all sweaty and drooling, into a
pair of shorts from the clean laundry and I ran back into the shower and
started it running. By the time Lisa and her Mom were in the house, I later
learned, Jerry was looking through the fridge and I was standing under the
hot shower, again trying to make my knees work as the water stung my flesh.
Their Mom told him to go take a shower before he did anything else.
That was great. In the twenty-five years since then, I've only met a few
women who'd done it that young -- ten-and-a-half -- and none of the others
enjoyed it. For most, it was an unpleasant thing that was done TO them. I was
really lucky to have had so much fun -- lucky and rare. Part of it was that I
had as much control over what was happening as the guy, and that made a
difference. But I'd learned that it could be lovely and pleasurable -- oh so
pleasurable! -- and that was a revelation.
Anyhow, with the exams over for me and the carnival going on, I was
pretty much on my own and at loose ends for a couple of days. Lisa's exams
were still going on and there were all these other things the public schools
did, so I took advantage of it and Jerry and I fucked away three afternoons
of the next week. Then Lisa was free and home too much -- I mean, she was my
best friend, but I wasn't about to confide to her that I was fucking her
brother. She was still a ten-year-old herself and would've said something to
him, even if she didn't do it out of jealous spite for me.
Then we were well into June and Lisa's Mom's routine kept her home most
of the time. Jerry and I had less and less opportunity for fooling around and
he got very interested in this girl his own age. She had big hooters -- the
kind he'd admitted fantasizing about -- and I was forgotten. What he learned
with me wasn't forgotten, though. She benefited from his practice on me when
it came to cunnilingus. Or so I learned, later.
In the meantime, another carnival was approaching -- the town's, this
time, rather than the church's -- and my civic-minded Mom and Dad started
spending most of their free time at that. It was much the same story as with
the church carnival.
[Sure, I'm a little bitter. I understand now -- I may have understood
then -- the importance of it. For Dad, it was contacts for part-time work as
an electrician. For Mom, it was social contacts, widening the circle of
acquaintances beyond the inbred little crowd at the church and on the block.
I understood some of that; it didn't ease my resentment.]
So I went to the carnival -- it was only four streets away -- and there
was this really cute guy working one of the hot dog stands. He was fourteen
and even though he was cute, he wasn't really popular because he had a
reputation as a -- well, nowadays, we'd call him a "nerd." His name was
Marty. It so happened that Marty and I had a common interest: amateur radio.
To me, it was something mysterious and far away. To Marty it was very real
and --
[What fascinated me about it? The idea of being able to press some
buttons and throw switches and be able to talk with people in far off and
mysterious places. Okay?]
Anyhow, he said he had a rig and I wanted to see it so he invited me to
come by his place after he finished his turn in the booth and he'd show me
the works. And I agreed. And he hardly ever stared at my tits or anything
like that, so I figured it was okay; it being Saturday and all, his folks
would be home.
Well, his folks weren't home, just his brother, Phil. Phil was nineteen
and home from college. Their parents were over in Port Clinton visiting
someone. But Phil didn't seem interested in anything except this ballgame on
TV -- the Indians and the Tigers; I remember it clearly -- and drinking beer.
He just grunted when we came in, didn't even look at us.
We went up to Marty's room, which was very tidy. I took that as another
good sign. His rig was set up on shelves against one wall. He powered up and
while we were waiting for the tubes to warm up, he asked me about school and
stuff like that.
When the rig was ready, he invited me to sit in the chair and run the
set. As he got up, I accidentally -- I think -- brushed his arm with my
breasts. His eyes widened and he stared at my chest as if he'd just noticed
it. I was all sweaty -- that room was hot up there under the eaves in summer
-- and where I'd brushed him, the tee-shirt was soaked right to my bra. Which
wasn't concealing much, because my tits were still growing and the bra was
still much too small.
[The bra? No, not for support -- not at that age! --but too keep them
from bouncing all over the place.]
My nipples were getting hard -- visibly, right through the bra and
tee-shirt.
I looked up at him -- he was about five-foot-seven and I was still only
four-foot-four -- and he said, simply, "Wow."
Then he blushed and grinned like a nut and gestured for me to sit. And I
realized I was enjoying the way he blushed and the way he seemed a bit
intimidated. I noticed the hard bulge in the front of his shorts and I liked
the fact that I had done that to him.
I sat down at the rig and followed his instructions, all the time my
nipples hard as rocks and the sweat pouring off me. I asked if he had a fan
or something and he said no, and he was sorry it got so hot up there and
peeled off his shirt. It was soaked, too. He didn't have as nice a built on
him as Jerry, but he was okay.
"Well, that's not fair," I said. "If you can do that -- " And I peeled
off my shirt. It was a helluva lot cooler, not having that hot cotton
plastered to me and it was a helluva lot hotter, sitting there with my
breasts all shiny and swelling up around the sides and top of that pathetic
bra.
He was staring at them.
"You don't mind, do you?" I asked.
"They're beautiful," he said. "I never saw such big, beautiful breasts
on such a little girl..."
It was sheer flattery, I thought, but: "Thank you."
"Can I -- "
"Touch?"
"If."
"If what?"
"If you promise to be gentle and if I can touch, too."
He frowned, obviously puzzled. So since I was obviously more experienced
than he was at that stage, I put my hand over the steel-hard bulge in his
shorts.
He jumped as if I'd burned him, blushed even more furiously and then
stepped forward. I squeezed the lump and he gasped. "Take it out."
He fumbled at the zipper and finally drew it down. The white Jockey's
underneath were strained by his 14-year-old's rigidity. I unfastened the
waist-snap of his shorts and then pulled the shorts and the briefs to his
knees. His dick sprang up and throbbed right in my face. It was about six
inches long and thoroughly average in every way. His balls were tight and
firm in their wrinkled little sack and looked so cute -- !
I put my hand around his cock and squeezed again. The throbbing doubled.
He groaned softly.
He said, "Now, your turn ..."
I reached around and under with my other hand -- I was always very
limber, almost double-jointed -- and pried open the snap of my bra. It felt
so good to have the pressure off! I shrugged and pulled it off, releasing his
hard young cock just long enough to remove the straps.
He reached down with one finger and rested just the tip against my left
nipple. He pressed carefully. My breasts were so firm that it hardly gave at
all. He put his whole hand on my tit and squeezed carefully and the sensation
sent a rush right through my body to my pussy. I had learned how pleasurable
it could be to fuck, and I was turned on by the prospect of doing it again.
With him standing next to the chair, his dick was almost level with my
nose. I pulled him close and bent his prick down slightly. I turned in the
chair to face him and rubbed the silky flesh of the red, throbbing glans
against my right nipple.
"You're gonna make me shoot my stuff," he gasped.
"Wouldn't you like that?"
"It'll get all over everything!"
"Can't have that." I kept rubbing and squeezing and when he started to
spasm, I raised his dick, brought my mouth down and sucked the head into my
mouth. His juice was very thick and a little vinegary. And there was a lot of
it. I knew how to suck and swallow -- I'd had some practice with Jerry,
remember -- and how use my tongue a little. I kept my lips locked around his
shaft and kept jacking him with my hand. I think he came for about a half a
minute. I had to swallow twice. His hips kept flailing away even after he
stopped shooting and his dick hardly lost any of its stiffness.
I realized then that I had my free hand between my legs and I was
squeezing and rubbing my pussy. I was getting very, very turned on. The fact
that he wasn't pressing me or forcing me, that I felt in control of the
situation -- that had a lot to do with it; I felt comfortable and
unthreatened.
I let go of his prick and pushed his shorts to his ankles. He stepped
out of them and I stood and stripped. My white cotton panties were absolutely
soaked.
"Can I just -- look at you for a minute?"
"Look all you want, honey." I caught sight of my reflection in the
mirror on the closet door. Let me tell you, I was damn foxy looking! My
complexion is almost swarthy and ample time sunbathing had darkened it to a
kind of smoldering shade. My hair was long and straight in those days, down
to my shoulders, and my face was round and had a lot of baby fat then. I had
good legs -- not great -- but they were nicely shaped and in proportion to my
hips. My tits were very firm, of course, and looked big and my nipples were
hard as pebbles. My belly was flat and my waist and hips were exactly right
for a healthy almost-eleven-year-old. I had no hair on my pussy yet, so I was
all sleek and shiny with perspiration and all lithe, with hints of the curves
to come. I got turned on even more just looking at myself.
I raised my arms over my head and slowly turned in front of him. When I
was facing him again, he just stood there with his mouth hanging open. But he
was standing there naked and with a rock-hard erection, too.
"I want you to do something for me," I told him, sidling closer.
"Anything," he breathed.
"I'll let you do it to -- with me, but first I want you to kiss me ...
down there."
He frowned. "You mean -- down there?"
This sounded familiar, but I knew how to deal with it, now. I stepped
closer and let my tits press against his stomach. His cock was jabbing my
stomach.
"Yes."
"Is it clean?"
I nodded and began turning back and forth, slowly, so my sweat-slicked
breasts were rubbing against him.
"I don't know how -- "
"Do what I tell you and you'll learn. You may even enjoy it. Besides,
I'll suck you again."
He seemed dubious, but I grabbed his dick and pulled him with me toward
the narrow bed. I sat on the bed, still holding his prick, and pulled him
close to me. I leaned forward to kiss his cock. Then I let go of his dick and
laid back, my legs a little apart.
"Start by kissing my tits," I told him and boy, was he eager! He was
trembling when he crawled on the bed and bent his head down to my tits. He
kissed them all over. His breath was hot, even on my warm flesh. He kissed
them, pressing his lips against the firm curves. He kissed my nipples as
gentle as a fly landing and then got a little adventurous and sucked one
lightly into his mouth. I couldn't stop my gasp of pleasure or the little
shiver that went through my hips. I took one of his hands and put it on the
breast he wasn't kissing at the moment. I led his thumb and forefinger to my
nipple.
"Now very gently, pinch it -- ah!" The sensation was maddening. He was a
quick study and very attentive and quickly got the knack of drawing the pads
of his thumb and forefinger up from the base, barely grazing the hard little
spike until they reached the tip -- and then tugging lightly on it. It didn't
take too much of that before my hips were rolling and my legs were opened.
I pushed his head down over me and he kissed and licked and nibbled his
way down past my ribcage, down over my flat ten-and-a- half-year-old's belly
and abdomen, down to where the fever was. I swear, I could feel my pussy
pulsing with eagerness.
I held his head in both hands and directed his mouth right there, to the
top of my little mound. When his lips pressed my clit, I came. Damn! I just
lay there and shuddered with the pleasure of it. By now my legs wee wide open
and my hips wee rolling around and rubbing my cunt all over his face. He
didn't seem to mind the taste too much!
I tasted blood and realized I had bit my lip, trying to stifle any
noise. I let go of his head and he looked up and said, "Are you alright? Did
I hurt you?"
"Honey, I am totally right and you did it right! Lick me a little, will
you?"
I didn't have to ask twice. He plunged in eagerly, lapping away at my
bald little cunt like a puppy with water. He even tried pushing his tongue
inside a couple of times, but I was too tight. At one point, he pulled my
legs up and over his back, so my thighs were on his shoulders and my vagina
was aimed right up into his mouth.
He was holding my little butt. His hands almost covered my cheeks. He
pulled my cunt up to his mouth and gobbled. And let me tell you, it didn't
take him long to find the most important place. He got the tip of his tongue
on my clitoris -- it felt like it was swollen as a big as a marble -- and
played with it and I was lost.
I reached back and pulled a corner of the bedspread up to stuff in my
mouth and then all hell broke loose. I came and came and came. It was like
some kind of seizure. Even though he later denied it, I could tell that the
pressure of my thighs on his ears had hurt, because his ears were all red.
I finally had to drag his head away from my little pussy; I simply
couldn't take any more. It was almost hurting from that direct manipulation.
I pulled him up on that skinny bed next to me and rolled him onto his
back and sprawled on top of him. He was gasping and I was panting and we were
both absolutely covered with perspiration, which made us all slippery against
each other.
"Have you ever been inside a girl before?" I asked him. He shook his
head. I rolled on top of him and straddled his waist, kneeling. I reached
back and found his cock, hard and hot, throbbing just behind me. I leaned
back a bit so I could feel it press into the upper separation of my ass
cheeks. He groaned a little bit.
I leaned forward onto him and gave him a big wet kiss right on the lips
and we tongued each other a bit. His hands had come up to stroke and caress
my back and slide down to squeeze my ass. "You just lay there a minute
and I'll get this under wy," I told him. I knelt up and moved back, then
crouched over him. His dick was standing up so stiffly it was at maybe a
forty-five degree angle to his stomach. I grabbed his prick in one hand and
lowered myself till it was against my cunt.
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