summer, I put together a flyer offering to babysit and sent it home with several of the students.

Bobby was one of those kids. He had thick black, curly hair and sparkling brown eyes. His favorite song was "The Wheels on the Bus." His favorite color was red. He wore a baseball cap every day. He could hardly color within the lines and he ran in a rolling lope like an adolescent puppy. When we went swimming, he was afraid to put his face under the water. He also developed a crush on one of the other assistant counselors, Carrie. He walked around with picture she colored and gave to him, saying "Carrie’s my gurl. Carrie’s my gurl."

Bobby’s parents called me and asked me to stay with him one evening. His family was terrific! As soon as I came into the house, Bobby came running to me, calling "Dido! Dido!" I was thrilled that he remembered me. My real name's Diane.

I learned that Bobby loved Nascar. I also learned that he was very small for his age. His mother told me he just had his fifteenth birthday! All along, I’d thought he was only about eleven. Mentally, he was quite a bit younger than that. But I wasn’t an expert on special ed. I was just trying to make a little extra money and I was hoping my summer experience would count for something.

I sat with him in front of The Bionic Man and colored in his Matchbox coloring book. He went in his room and brought out that colored page from summer and chanted, "Carrie’s my gurl."

"I know she is. You miss seeing Carrie?"

He nodded with his lip sticking out.

"Dido, potty."

"You have to go potty?"

He nodded.

"Well go ahead."

He ran off. I heard a door slam.

A few minutes later I heard, "Uh oh! Uh oh! Dido, uh oh!"

"Just a minute, Bobby."

I knocked on the door even though it was ajar, and I pushed it open.

He’d made a mess. He must have gotten into his mother’s mascara. When I came into the room, he pointed to a black smear on his leg. "Uh-oh."

"Bobby, you need to take a bath." I turned on the water. "Honey, take off your clothes."

Bobby took his clothes off and stood with his hands covering his penis. He started to giggle.

"I’m not looking." I assured him.

I did notice he was starting to grow hair on his chest and his pubic area. I found a towel and a washcloth for him in a closet. There were several boats and a plastic car in the tub and he settled in and started splashing his hands against the surface of the water.

"Here’s the soap. You make sure you scrub that stuff off your leg." I walked to the toilet and picked up his clothes and threw them in the hamper. "I’m going to get your pajamas, Bobby. I’ll be right back."

When I came back into the bathroom, he was looking at me with a funny look on his face. I looked into the tub. His penis was fully engorged, and he was poking at it. It was enormous!

"Oh Bobby, don’t do that. Let’s have a boat race." I sat down by the tub and pushed a red plastic speed boat across the water to him.

He put both hands on his dick and grasped it and forced it forward, looking at it with admiration.

It was something to admire.

At age seventeen, I hadn’t seen a lot of dicks. I hadn’t seen much but little boys when they needed diapers changed, or my ten-year-old brother when he rushed from the shower to grab a towel. I’d had experimental sex one time with a boyfriend, Henry, but that was a year ago, before his family moved to Portland, in the blackness of the back seat of his car. There wasn’t time to study his erection before he came.

I couldn’t help looking at Bobby's dick. The head was full and purple. The shaft was pale, a little redder at the base and along the bottom. It bowed from his lap almost to his belly button. It was beautiful!

I’d started dating my boyfriend when he was fifteen and his dick was way smaller than Bobby’s. I held the plastic speed boat and bumped Bobby in the knee. "Hey!" I said, "Let’s have a race."

Bobby giggled and got a blue speed boat from the soap dish. "Zoom! Zo-o-o-oom!" he shouted and started pushing the boat. I forced myself to not look at him below his shoulders and pretty soon we were both smiling and pushing little boats around the tub. His erection subsided.

Whew!

I handed him the soap and a washcloth. "Let’s get you to bed."

He scrubbed his feet and his bottom. I held his towel open while he finished, and then wrapped him in the towel. He dried off.

"Sippers!" he said.

I went into his room to find his slippers.

A half hour later, I was sitting next to the bed reading his favorite story. Then it was time to turn out the light.

"Kiss-Kiss? Dido. Kiss-Kiss?"

I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "G’night, Honey."

He gave me a kiss back, and it was on the lips.

I turned off the reading lamp, made sure his night light was glowing and closed the bedroom door.

Then I stood with my back against the door and let out a sigh of relief. I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath.

I got out my homework and started checking my geometry solutions against the answers listed in the back section of the textbook.

About twenty minutes later, I allowed myself to lay on the couch and think about what had happened. For some reason, it had never occurred to me that Bobby would have such a man-sized cock stuck on a body with a five-year-old mind. And it was a monster of a cock. Especially to me, with my whopping repertoire of one conquest.

I closed my eyes and I couldn’t get the image of that throbbing purple head out of my mind. I could imagine the warmth of the water enveloping his body, and see how he thrust it about like a fire hose. I could hear the babyish cry of his "Zoom! Zo-o-om!" echoing in my thought.

God. What a waste.

 

It was a couple weeks before Bobby’s family called me again to babysit. In that time, my silly thoughts flew to that image over and over. It haunted my dreams. I dreamed of Bobby at summer, needing help to hold the bat so that he could hit the softball, only when I tried to help him follow through on his swing, we were both holding that glorious cock of his. Then he was holding up his Matchbox coloring book page that I had signed and personalized with a happy face, singing, "Dido’s my gurl! Dido’s my gurl!"

The dreams were strangely erotic and I woke up more than once with a tingle between my legs.

Bobby was in the car when his parents came to get me. "Dido!" he called. "Dido’s my gurl!" he told his father, very excited.

I blushed, and climbed into the car. "I’m your girl now, huh?"

He nodded, a grin from ear to ear.

There were car races on the television when we got to his house and he settled in to watch, shouting with glee when certain cars were in the lead. I listened to his mother’s quick instructions for making dinner and then they left. I sat down to watch the race with Bobby and he grabbed my hand.

How sweet! Oh but how awkward. My head was spinning. I was having these crazy erotic thoughts about little Bobby and his big man-dick. Even though I knew better, did he know better? He was clinging to my hand, announcing that I was his "gurl" and I just sat there next to him and took it in. Since Henry, I hadn’t had anyone announce to the world that I was his "gurl" and even with Henry, it was pretty much a hush, hush, you-don’t-need-to-tell-anyone-that-I-like-you sort of arrangement. I was just a dull seventeen year old with raging hormones, trying to remind myself that even though Bobby was plenty old enough to have a girlfriend, he wasn’t "old" enough to have a girlfriend.

And I kept thinking about that monster in his pants.

I asked him to help me in the kitchen. He showed me where to find the pan and we boiled water and made hotdogs. There was jello salad in the fridge, and a bag of chips on the counter. I ate some carrots, but Bobby wrinkled up his nose and wouldn’t touch them.

It was different between us. Bobby had decided I was his "gurl" and he kept trying to put me in a position where it felt a little too intimate. He wanted to put his arm around me on the couch. I really wasn’t comfortable with that, and I kept changing seats, but he kept scooting next to me. "Dido’s my gurl." He was so happy! I didn’t want to burst his bubble.

And quite honestly, after a year of having no one pay me any mind, it was a little flattering. Even if it was only Bobby.

Then it was time to go to bed. I told him to get a book, and he picked the same one, about the baseball player named Fred, so I read to him while I sat in the chair beside his bed.

About halfway through the book, he started giggling. "Uh-oh!"

"What?"

His eyes were so bright and happy. He pointed.

I looked down.

Uh-oh. There was that monster dick again. Straining against his pajamas. I could see the outline of that beautiful head, just about to burst. He was twitching it with muscles from within, making it flick against his leg.

"Bobby." I couldn’t take my eyes away. "You shouldn’t be doing that. You need to stop."

I forced myself to look at the book and turn the page.

"Dido, look."

I glanced up. He’d pulled his cock out of the top of his pajama pants and it was full and draping in a sweet arc against his belly.

I started reading again. But Bobby wasn’t listening.

I needed to stop pretending. It was Bobby. Bobby didn’t pretend something was going on that wasn’t. In this case, Bobby wasn’t trying to pretend that he didn’t have a log of an erection laying on his leg when he did.

Then I don’t know what came over me. I ached to have Bobby be an ordinary fifteen-year-old with a dick that was throbbing and beckoning for ME. Me, a plain Jane sort of a girl who babysat handicapped children on Saturday nights instead of going on dates. I yearned to have a mature mouth kiss me and muscular arms that draped around me when I sat on the couch. I was so lonely!

I missed Henry and I didn’t understand why I didn’t seem to appeal to anyone else. I had regular-looking brown that fell softly across my shoulders when I took it down and C-cup breasts ready to bust out beneath my buttoned blouse. I had a soft mouth and I didn’t think my breath smelled bad. And I knew that given the right circumstances, my pussy would get sodden and I could learn to fuck like a wild thing.

But this wasn’t the right time. I looked at the HotWheel sheets on his bed. This wasn’t the right place. This definitely was not the right boy.

But he was took my hand. "Kiss-Kiss?" His lips were puckered, rather comically. I smiled and looked away. This was so absurd. It was absolutely ludicrous that I had hormones raging through my loins.

And he did too.

He might be mentally very young, but his cock was bulging and his crotch was sprouting black bristles of pubic hair. It was confusing. And if it was confusing to me to have these feelings coarsing through my veins, how did it feel to him?

Then I did the unforgivable.

"Take your pajamas off." I said quietly. He looked at me kind of funny, but lifted his hips while I slid plaid pajama bottoms down over his butt. His dick brushed my hand when I took hold of the elastic waist band. I was hyper aware of exactly where his dick was and how it was barely brushing against me. I wanted to play with that thing!

I took it in my mouth. "O--oh," he sighed. I opened my eyes and looked at his face. He was fascinated. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was hanging open. "Wow," he said.

This was crazy. What was I doing?

He didn’t talk enough to tell anyone what I was doing. Was I raping him? Probably. I looked at his face. Did he care?

Hell no. He didn’t care. He was smiling and laughing. "Dido!"

I licked his dick, swirling my tongue across the sensitive tip.

He moaned.

I put my hand on the base and directed it into my mouth. I’d never really given anyone a blow job but I had a good idea what was involved. I started stroking my hand up and down the shaft.

I wanted to ride him, but I didn’t take birth control. I didn’t carry a rubber. And to be brutally blunt, I didn’t trust his sperm to be normal and I didn’t want to bring a handicapped child into the world. So a blow job was going to have to do.

"Uhn. Uhn. Uhn." he groaned, matching the pace I was using to bring his dick in and out of my mouth. He put his hands down on my head and followed the motion. "Uhn, uhn, uhn."

Then I stopped for a moment to collect some more spit in my mouth.

"Dido. More." he said. "More." and he motioned towards his throbbing organ.

"Hang on a sec," I said, positioning myself on the bed between his legs. He held his legs rigid on either side of me.

He was totally stiff. His legs. His dick. The veins sticking out as he jutted his neck to watch me.

Was I freaking him out?

"Dido, more." he said, putting his hands into my hair and guiding my lips back to his dick. I took it into my mouth and started building some friction as I rocked my head up and down.

His cock filled my face. I held my mouth as wide open as I could so I wouldn’t rake his sensitive skin against my teeth. It hit me in the back of my mouth. I held the base with my hand so I had some control. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I opened my eyes to assure myself that he had his closed and his head was back on the pillow. I must be doing it right.

Inside my mouth, his full dick twitched and Bobby arched his back. He thrust his hips forward.

My mouth filled with his cum. It tasted like hand lotion. Well, it didn’t taste exactly like hand lotion, but that was my first impression. Definitely a new taste. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t dislike it either. I wiped my mouth.

Bobby writhed on the bed. "Wow!" he said, beaming.

Oh my God. He loved it! He was in total bliss.

I smiled. I loved that I had done that for him. What was his chance at finding a nice girl to blow him again? I was slightly out of breath. I was thrilled for him, and pretty pleased at myself for making him so happy.

"Okay, now. You ready to go to sleep?"

He nodded. "Kiss-kiss?"

I smacked him on the lips. I wanted to kiss him deeper, more intimate, but I had his cum in my mouth and I didn’t want to taste yucky. I wanted to kiss him deeper, but that would have been for me, and he wouldn’t know what to do with that any more than he knew what to do with his blessed hard cock.

I turned out the light and left the room. My heart was pounding. I couldn’t believe what I’d done. It was weird. It was almost like I wasn’t myself. I wasn’t doing that as myself. I was doing that as some sort of surrogate lover, like someone who was handing out her sex to those more needy. Like someone who wanted peace and love throughout the world.

I smiled at my silliness.

Then I realized the tremendous buzzing that was still between my legs. Surges of blood flowing to my genitals. Even though the blow job was amazing, and I’d loved the feeling of having my face all full of his thick cock, having his smell all in my nose, it hadn’t done much for me. I stepped into the bathroom in the hallway. I pulled my pants down to pee, then afterwards, I marveled at the glisten of extra mucus on the toilet paper. I wanted to masturbate, but that would have to wait till later. His parents would be home before long. I washed my hands and rinsed his taste out of my mouth.

Later, when I was in my own bed, I kicked off my panties and worked my pussy with a small bottle of nail polish. I inserted the bottle inside my vagina and rubbed it in and out, trying to match the pace I’d used sucking his cock. I was so turned on! I pinched my nipples into puckers and traced my fingertips gently up and down on the ridges and valleys of my cunt. It felt so good! I closed my eyes and imagined how Bobby must have felt when he buckled his hips and spurted his cum in my mouth. I thought about that throbbing cock and the way it filled my senses inside of my mouth. The smell. The taste. The feel. It took awhile before I got enough of my hand and the little bottle and I had to be so quiet--my sister was sleeping in the next bed.

The next day it hit me what I had actually done. Did I rape him? Oh God. I took total advantage of that poor boy! He couldn’t help that he got a big boner, but it was me who showed him what he could do with it. I knew better than that. And what had I done? I cranked up those latent sexual hormones. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t just go out and ask another girl to put her mouth on his dick.

It was his mother whose job it was to tuck him into those HotWheel sheets at night. What if he grabbed her face and tried to force it down on his rigid cock? Oh dear.

What had I done?

I was so ashamed. Suddenly I felt petrified. I was terrified that his family was going to figure out what I'd done.  No, he couldn't really explain it with words, but he could with motions.  He may not be able to speak my name, but he could remember me from Summer Camp and he understood that if he kissed my lips, that might make me "his gurl."

But what could I do?

Then I remembered his "Wow!" and the absolute look of satisfaction at the end. He was in awe. Right or wrong, I couldn’t take it back. Right or wrong, he’d loved it. Right or wrong, he was exploring his own sexuality, whatever that was going to mean for him in his life.  And I had shown him a damn good time.

Three days later I came home from school and my mother was waiting for me, sitting with a cup of coffee in the kitchen.

"Bobby’s mother called."

My heart was racing. I tried to appear calm. "What’d she want?"

"She was asking questions about you. What kinds of classes you’re taking at school--if you have a boyfriend, that sort of thing."

"Oh."

I studied my mother’s face, trying to read between the lines. Something happened at Bobby’s house. Was Bobby’s mom turning me in for being a child molester?

My mother placed her cup on a square white napkin.

"Is everything okay with Bobby?" I asked.

"Yes, she said Bobby’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with Bobby."  Her voice had a lilt at the end of the sentence.  There had to be more to the conversation. My mother looked out the window. I could only imagine what Bobby’s mother said.

I was so nervous I could hardly breathe. "Does she want me to call her back? Does she need to talk to me?"

"Yeah. I think she wanted to know if you could babysit Friday." Mom looked at me with a strange little smile. 

If there was more going on, I wasn't going to find out from her.  I went upstairs, called Bobby's mother, and agreed to babysit.  They would pick me up at five.

the window again.
    
After a few moments they pulled up to a big house and they got out. David grabbed his suit cases and they started for the front door when it opened. Out stepped Mrs. Dears and her two daughters, Lisa and Megan. The last time he had seen them was when they were little. The twins had grown up,  and at 14 each girl had large breasts. Lisa kept her hair shoulder length while Megan let hers grow to the middle of her back.

Mrs. Dears and David’s mother hugged and talked for a few moments. She then gave him a hug while his father told him to behave for Mrs. Dears. Then him and David’s mother got in the car and drove off.
    
“Well why don’t we show you where your room is.” Mrs. Dears said then lead David into the house and showed him around, Lisa and Megan following. “This is the room where you’ll be staying. Hope you like it.” then her and her daughters walked off, leaving David alone.

David entered and tossed his suitcase onto the bed and began to unpack his stuff. After he had finished unpacking he laid down on the bed and fell asleep.

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David woke up to someone knocking on his door. He looked out the window and saw that it was dark. He rubbed his eyes. “Come in.” He said then sat up as Megan entered. She looked beautiful in her silk night clothes.
    
“I can’t sleep David. I’ve been having these bad dreams.” she said sitting down on the edge of the bed and looking at him. “What kind of dreams Megan?” she blushed and shook her head. “You’d think I’m silly or something.” David moved closer to her, sitting on the edge of the bed as well and looked at her.  “You can tell me.”
    
Megan took a deep breath and nodded. “I dream about having sex, getting raped by someone. I wake up wet a lot.” David smiled. “ I take it you’re a virgin?” she blushed and nodded. She laid her head on his shoulder and grabbed his hand and held it.

“I’ve always liked you. Every time we talk on the phone I get wet. In a lot of my dreams you’re the one having sex with me.” she said blushing again. “Do you now?” David said then leaned down and kissed her.

The kiss lasted for a moment, Megan’s breath was taken away. She moved closer to him, pressing her body against his. “Take me, David. I want you to take my virginity.” she breathed out against his neck.

 

David smiled and started to kiss her again, his hand moving to her panty clad nether lips. She moaned into the kiss and started to remove her panties. David slipped her night gown off her and tossed it onto the floor then took his shirt off.

Once they were both undressed David laid her down on the bed and started to kiss her neck as her hands groped at his manhood. He let out a moan as her hands guided his cock into her warm pussy lips. He kept getting deeper till he encountered her hymen. She nodded her head and David pushed his cock past it, a cry of pain coming from her mouth.

“Are you ok?” He asked, concerned that he had hurt her. She shook her hand and wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs going around her waist pushing his cock deeper into her pussy. “Fuck me.” She breathed out.

David started a to fuck her pussy slow, entering and almost leaving. “Harder!” She screamed out. David grinned and started to fuck her pussy hard, just like she told him to.

She ached her back as his cock drove into her pussy. To stop her self from screaming she bit his neck, not hard just to let him know he felt very good! “Oh god!” She said, her mouth leaving his neck. Her muscles contracted around his cock and she had her first orgasm.

David couldn’t hold out and his climax hit at the same time, his seed shooting into her pussy while he groaned. David pulled out, which caused Megan to whimper. She pulled the covers over them and they both fell asleep.
 

 

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the top dog of the school but I kept a reputation, helping those in need and when the shit hits the fan I'm not the one to run away (hell of a metaphor). Since I was a nice guy it wasn't until early junior year when I got into a serious relationship. In the future, I plan to go into the marines as a pilot (following grandpa's footsteps).

...and now to the story-

It was Friday, right after lacrosse practice, while me and the rest of the boys showered off. Our coach would usually make us run two miles in the end and by the time we reached the showers, we were close as you can be to death. That practice we underwent more shooting drills than usual, and being the starter goalie of the varsity team I earned my share of bruises. To top that off it had rained in the morning and the fields were in the worse conditions. Undressing all the mud soaked gear was like ripping sticky sandpaper off your ass after running a mile with it. This of course was 'preparation' for the big annual county tourney happening in a week. Our ex-Marine coach was not about to let us slack off before the real training begins.

Another event worth looking forward to was a get together at the movie theater with a couple of friends. Quarter-exams had just ended, and all our teachers were starting to become more easy-going. Although I was working on getting into the local military academy, I decided to take advantage of the free time.

After a bruise burning session in the showers, we all began to rejuvinate thanks to the warm air conditioning blocking out the chilling late Fall wind. Dressing back casually began to revive our senses, starting up numerous conversations about hang outs, girlfriends, bitchy teachers, etc. While I continued to dress, Devin took to the bench opposite of mine.

"Hey, good practice man." He spoke out while pulling on some sneakers.

I thanked him, "Thanks, dude. Keep up the good D and we'll win that tourney for sure."

We talked a little about how the practice went until he brought up his seperate issues.

"This whole shit about Zoe hooking up with that asshole Jack," he began.

I felt some sympathy towards him. He had been dating Zoe for the past two years until they, mostly 'her', decided to break up. He wasn't taking easy to her hooking up with an old rival. "Hey," I assured, "it ain't gonna last, it never does."

"Yeah," he still seamed rather low on hope.

While we both walked out of the school towards the parking lots, we stopped to joining the small group teammates flirting with some of the members of the female swim team who just had been let out of practice as well. Not in any rush, we both joined them as well.

After joking and chatting around , the group began to break up with everybody leaving for their rides. While walking along with some other of my teammates discussing the get together at the movies, I heard my name get called out.

Turning to the voice's direction, beyond the fence along with some of the remaining swimmers there stood Diana Jewls.

"Aren't you gonna say hi to me?" She smiled with her white perfect teeth.

I laughed a little for the moment and greeted her. She was a junior who made friends with me one year back. She was a rather short girl, a good 5"8. She was tanned brunette with long straight hair and glistening green eyes. She was one of the top swimmers in the county talented enough to enter the olympics, giving a nice fit physique. Which people thought was amazing about her was how she still was one of the best even though she had large breasts weighing her back (another reason she was popular among the crowds).

"So," she stared out at the mud slick fields, "looks like practice was fun."

"You have no idea."

Seeing that I was caught up in a conversation, the rest of the group moved on sending goodbyes on their way out while we both began to share each other's stories. An occasional laugh was all I needed to shake away all the pains and bruises.

"So you doing anything tonight?" I asked her, "Me and some of the guys are headed up to the movies later on, wanna come?"

She gave stare towards the ground, "To be honest I wanted to ask you if you had any plans."

"Whatchya' got in mind?"

She smiled. "Just a hang out back at my place."

"Who else is coming?"

"No one," she answered, "just you, me, and Spark." She was refering to her dog.

Although I wanted to think of it as only a 'hang out', my mind wouldn't stop thinking of the opposite (go figure). "Uh," I said a little slow in thinking, "yeah, sure. I mean if it's alright with your parents."

"Yeah," she answered, "no problem with them. Just tell them you're my lab partner, you know how gullable they are."

"Yeah," I laughed a little still uncertain about the decision. "But I'll have to come by later. Work for me is in an hour."

She smiled. "Cool, I'll see you at..."

"Six?"

"Perfect! See ya' then." With one final goodbye, she left to her car.

Once she was out of my sight, I finally snapped out of a trance, noticing I had been smiling the entire time as she walked away. 'Wow.' I thought to myself. With a final deep breath, I regained focus and made my way to my Harley. The ride back I felt a little uneven, remembering how big of a hard on I had back there.

That night while working landscaping at a local farm food drive in, I got a call from Devin asking me about the movies.

"I can't bro," I explained, "something's come up."

"It's not another 'working overtime' shit is it?"

"Nah," I asnwered, "it's Diana Jewls, that junior girl I'm friends with."

There was an akward silence.

"Dev? You still there?"

After a short silent pause, his voice returned. "Hm? Oh, sorry dude. Just got finished telling the group you've gotta fuck date."

I sighed. "Dude, it's only a hangout."

"Anyone else going?"

"No."

"Parent's gonna be there?"

"No, well maybe. I'm not sure."

He laughed over the line. "Then gratz dude! You gotta date with a nice piece of ass!"

"Nothings going on, save it."

His tone calmed. "Yeah, if you say so."

I was about to hang up before he dashed in another line. "Oh, yea bro. Just in case it does happen, make sure to let me know how it went, later!" With blurting out the last few words he hung up, giving him the last word.

Although I was rather pissed off, I couldn't help but think 'What if he's right?'

That night I pulled into Diana's driveway. Before I only heard about how she had two elevators and three floors to her house. But when I parked off to the side of the round-about driveway, I couldn't help but feel amazed at how stupid I was to reject those rumors. Strapping my helmet onto my seat, I walked up to the large two way doors and rang the bell. In no time, I saw Diana behind the glass windows next to the doors. She wore a pink T shirt and grey sweatpants as she greeted me while opening up the door.

"Whassup? Took you long enough." Her bright smile looking onto me.

I chuckled. "A simple hello would of been nice."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did that hurt your feelings?"

I sighed. "Yeah...jerk."

She laughed and began leading me into the house. I gave a hello to both of her parents who were in the kitchen. It wasn't the first time meeting them. Before I used to do lawn work for them so my reputation was a good level.

The two of us then went on to watching TV in her large family room. While watching her favorite comedy show, I heard her parents yell out to them. "We're headed down to the Barlows for a drink. We'll be back in a couple of hours."

With that they shut the door leaving only the sound of the TV to fill the silence of the huge house. There was a short silence between both of us until she spoke out.

"About time they left. They'll probably be back in the morning."

"So I guess one hour to your parents seem like one day."

She chuckled. "Hey, come up to my room. I wanna show you something."

With little room to deny, I followed her up the stairs. I tried to keep my cool, but I knew this was leading to something more than a hang out. "What do you wanna show?"

"Just wait," she answered back, "you'll see."

When we entered her room I was amazed at how it looked as if it were as big as the family room downstairs. "Damn," he felt myself say, "even have your own bathroom."

"Cool, huh?"

I nodded slowly in agreement.

"Come over here," she said, "you're gonna love this."

As I walked over to her, in almost an instant she turned around and I felt her lips meet mine. Slowly I felt her tongue slide into my mouth as I began to give in and do the same. I felt her hands slide up and rest on my chest as I felt my own hands move down her sides and rest on her ass. She got even closer to me squishing her big tits against me. We made out for another minute until we stopped and backed away from eachother.

I sat down on her bead rather shocked from the quick moment. When I looked up to her, she had already taken both her shirt and sweats off standing only in her white and pink underwear. She came over, her hair dangling freely behind her, while her tits bounced a little with each step. When she stopped in front of me starting to pull my T shirt off, she spoke, "Told ya' it was a surprise, you like?"

"I like." I said pulling off a faint smile.

Once my shirt was off, she began pulling at my belt. I helped her by unbuckeling it while she pulled the jeans clear. Soon we were both half naked with only our underwear on. We began making out again, with her sitting on my lap faced towards me. I reached around her and began sliding my fingers under her panties and begin rubbing on her smooth ass. In only a moments notice, she removed her bra while getting up to take off her panties. She stood bare in front of me and I felt my cock begin to grow. She got back onto me as we continued making out on the side of her queen sized bed. Seconds later I felt her hand slide into my boxers. She stopped as she felt around me squeezing softly at my shaft.

"Feels big." She said softly while still feeling me

Once she spoke I felt her hands slide my boxers free off me, releasing my rock hard cock. She laughed a little and I could see how she was impressed at my size.

"You wanna hear something funny?" She asked. "This is my first time."

"Me to." I said. And we both chuckled.

She kneeled between my legs, took a hold of my shaft and began stroking it up and down. I felt my cock become even more harder from her stroke. The sight of her tiny hand rub my penis up and down. I felt my eyes close as I began to slump back still sitting up. While enjoying her strokes, I felt my senses all of the sudden go berzerk. Instead of the rubbing sensation, a warm wet feeling came about. Looking down I could see her head move back and forth as the top half of my penis slid in and out of her mouth. I could feel her tongue begin licking around the underbelly and sides. I had never felt better in my whole life.

I took a deep breath as she continued to suck down on me. For her first time, I was amazed she could fit that much of my cock down her throat. Watching her blow me was almost to much to take, although the sight was amazing. After twenty seconds of head, we laid back on the bed with me behind her. She was on all fours with her legs spread and I could see what she was expecting.

I got behind her on my knees placing my hand on her hips. "You sure you wanna do this?" I had to ask, "What if..."

She began tapping on a bottle filled with pills. I figured what she was saying, so I continued on.

When my cock was touching her buns, I slowly picked it up pushing it into her wet shaved pussy. I heard her let out a gasp as I plunged even deeper into her. She was definently a virgin. The sides of her hole were so tight that I felt myself move slower than before making sure I wouldn't hurt her. Once I began on my second thrust, I felt she wasn't as tight as before. I moved a little faster as she continued to loosen up. I felt better and better as I fucked her in and out. Occasionally she would moan only convincing me to move deeper. As we fucked we moved to different positions, from the side up, until we ended up with her ontop riding my cock deeper than before.

She started moaning louder. I could tell she was close to her orgasm, and so was I. But before I could, she beat me to it. I felt her juices slide down my cock. She fell forward onto me exausted with my dick still inside her. Although she had just gone through her climax she continued to rub on my cock. She looked up to me breathing deeply. "That felt amazing."

"Yeah," I answered back gasping myself.

"Guess I should return the favor, right?"

With that she pulled out and moved down towards my cock. Once again I felt her warm lips take in my cock. She began moving in a slow deeper fashion. It was too much handle. In seconds, I shot my huge load into mouth. Looking down I saw some begin to slide out of her mouth down my shaft. Once I felt the last bit of cum ooze out of me, I saw her sit up and grab a close by cup letting all of my cum drop out into it.

"Sorry," she said, "first time tasting that stuff."

"Sorry I didn't warn you."

"Nah," she answered back, "here, let me clean that up."

Bending down again she began licking up all the cum she missed. Although I just cummed, it still felt amazing having her suck the juice off my balls.

Afterwards we laid down together, exausted and worn out. Although I protested that it was better if I left in case her parents came back early, I soon gave in. That night we slept with covers off, still hot from our previous intercourse. The next morning I woke up to the feeling of her lips around my shaft. Before I got out of bed to leave, she gave me a goodbye blowjob. Leaving back to my house was the dizziest experience I ever had.

The entire first time with that girl was the best experience I ever had.

 

 

Comments please, this is my first story and would love some kick ass comments. If you guys like this one I'll post part 2 up.

And yes, we did turn into a couple and sleep with eachother until the end of highschool. Homerun baby!

ry and change the subject but she informs me she is not a virgin and has had 3 boys fuck her and so far they havnt lasted long enough for her to cum. She masturbates and said she loves the feeling of cumming.

She asked me if I would like to fuck her and I said I would but she is far too young for me and what would happen if her father found out - I would be sacked or worse. She said you wont be the first I have been fucked a few times already and once by a guy older than you.

Any how to make a long story short she kept up the chat and the suggestions and undressed herself provocatively in front of me exposed her breasts and eventually was completely naked apart from her socks.

She would not take no for an answer and even though I was most reluctant to get involved but she eventually wore me down and before long we were both naked and we were engaged in foreplay for the want of a word to describe what we were doing. I have had a bit of experience with women and know what most like and as it was obvious she and I were going to end up fucking I thought I might as well make it worthwhile.

The first move she made was to take my cock in her mouth - I learned it was her first time and she didn't make a bad job of it. I didn't give her the option of spit or swallow I just came when my time arrived and filled her mouth with my cum. It took her by surprise and she said did you cum in my mouth - and I had no answer but yes. I could see her swallowing it.

She said it tastes awful and its all slimy. I said that's what cum is like and if you are going to play these games then you had better get used to it because all men cum in our mouth. She seemed to be trying to get the taste out of her mouth but not spitting. Now I said its your turn and I got her and positioned her for me to perform oral on her. She said that she had been done like this once before and she loved it.

I got down and proceeded to give her good oral and before long she was squirming about with the pleasure of me licking and sucking and slipping a finger into her cunt. She loved it. She kept murmuring and moaning as I hit her spot time after time and then she exploded herself and her orgasm tore through her body and she bounced and bucked and shook with each spasm as it took her. She was grabbing her little nipples to add to her sensual pleasure. She sort of yelled and squealed as she had a very high powered orgasm and I kept engaged on her making sure her orgasm was complete and she became quite distressed and screamed at me to stop, stop stop. I got off her immediately and she pulled herself into the fetal position. Her stomach muscles had cramped I think as I had given her a second or multiple orgasm right after her first one and she had never experienced anything so strong before evidently. She sort of whimpered it was hurting and when I said where she said my tummy hurts. She gradually began to relax and pretty soon she was back to normal and she said wow that was the most amazing sensation she had ever had. I explained that what had happened was a second orgasm came on top of her first one and that was pretty much how many girls reacted but hers was the most dramatic I had seen. I suggested it might be because she is so young and it had not happened before. She said it hadn’t but she wanted to do it again and this time she would be ready.

I said not now because we have things to do and get it over with before her father came for her. I said I dont want to be caught by him fucking his 14yo daughter. I always believed fathers came early for daughters not late.

She lay back and got into position and I entered her missionary style. Once I was into her she said ahhhhh that feels great - and IÂ began to fuck her long slow and deep.

After we had been fucking for a few minutes she said I love that, can we try doggy now, and I had no hesitation in rolling her over and she lifted her ass for me to pull her firm small cheeks apart and slip my wet and slimy cock back into her wonderful tight and juicy cunt. Her little bum hole was as tight as a button, virgin territory I may explore some time in the future. I plundered her from behind and she asked if she could do the moving and after a couple of times when she pulled my cock out of her she got it pretty right. Once she had that perfect she said now I want to get on top. For a 14yo she wanted the works and knew all about it. I pulled out and lay down and she got up and straddled me before going down on my cock. Looking up at this 14yo small body I felt ashamed of what I was doing to her she seemed so young and tiny and should have been innocent but it was obvious she had enjoyed her previous sex and knew what it was all about.

My cock is about 8 inches long and reasonably thick but she got over it and opened her labia and then slid my cock up into her as she got right down and deep. Then she began to lift and drop herself on me and after a couple of minutes she turned around and I could see my cock slipping in and out of her cunt as she carried out her movements on me. She said this is the best fuck I have had, I have only done it under and doggy before, this is new for me and great, I knew how to do it but they always came before I could get into this position. You are fantastic and haven't cum yet. I want to fuck you again one day.

She rearranged herself and then said I want you on top again and as she got down she lifted her legs and put them on my shoulders as I went back into her. I have seen it done like this but never tried it she said, it gets you into me even further I can feel you right up inside me now. This is the best fuck ever.

I proceeded to fuck her and she lay there enjoying it and we didn't say much as it was good solid fucking and we were both getting our pleasures from it big time. She obviously like this position and we stayed like that for about 5 minutes or more. She would grunt every now and again and pretty soon the grunts got closer and louder and she looked into my eyes and said can we cum together I have not done that either and I said how close are you and she said very. I ramped up the speed and went at her hard and fast and pretty soon I was ready and just as I was about to cum, she did and she moaned so hard and long I knew she was having a great orgasm, her head shook from side to side and she just kept making those unintelligible sounds of complete pleasure as her body reacted to her vaginal and clitoral stimulation and her orgasm overwhelmed her. I just kept pumping her for almost a minute and unloaded my cum spurting short sharp busts of cum into her wonderfiul tight little cunt time after time until my last spurt dribbled out of the eye of my cock. I had kept pumping into her as long as my cock stayed firm enough to stay inside her. She was very tight so that helped.

I got off her and lay beside her, she was completely exhausted and her heart was racing and I could see her budding breast rising and falling still so firm they didn't move about. She was out of breath and completely and extremely well fucked.

We both lay there for a few minutes and I held her hand and she squeezed it a few times to tell me she was more than happy. Finally she said that was the best fuck I have ever had. I will remember that for ever. Then she sat up kissed me on the lips and put her hand on my slimy cum covered cock with the mix of our lovemaking syrups and her cunt juice. She then massaged that mess over her nipples saying I heard that cum makes your tits grow.Then she leaned over and took my cock in her mouth and sucked it clean and to a half erects state. She took it out of her mouth held it and kissed the eye of it and said I love you. Then she came back and kissed me and I could taste the mix of our lovemaking juices on her tongue.

I got up and said come on we have to get dressed – your father may be here soon. She didnt argue and disappeared out the door stark naked and I was in awe of her little firm cheeked bum with our juice running down her legs disappearing around the corner. I was pretty clean after her mouth wash and when she came back she had washed herself and looked pristine again. As she was putting her bra on she said what shape should I do my hair in and looked between her legs at the downy untouched hair covering her vaginal opening.

I said either a small triangle or a strip, I dont like girls all bare there. She said next time you will see me it shaved and shaped. I want to look good for you in future.  I said will there be a next time. She said that's for sure, nobody has ever fucked me that good before and I want more of the same. I think we will have to work out a way we can see each other just to fuck. I went out for a peee and when I came back I said have you got any perfume and she said a little why – I said splash some about - this place smells of sex, your father will know straight away what we did. She said I cant smell it and I said that's because you didn't go outside as soon as you come back in you can smell it very strongly. She said there is some disinfectant in the cupboard outside we can spill some of that and she went and got it and said wow you are right it smells like my cum filled cunt, then spashed a bit of disinfectant about.

She told me all about how she lost her virginity and how she had sex with an 'uncle' who was about 26 but had a small cock. It was little while later we heard her fathers car and she went out to meet him, she didn't want him getting the smell of her fucking session in here. As she left she said until next time – I will be back tomorrow after school and we can make a date for the next time.

It wasn’t until after she left I thought about contraception. She hadn’t mentioned it and all the girls I fuck are on oral. Tomorrow would be too late but I would ask anyhow.

She was on oral contraception I found out, and the two of us tested it to the extreme as we fucked each other a couple of times a week. Each time she got better and better and after a couple of months we were experts at every position you could imagine. She was so keen to learn and get involved and one night I bought a book of fucking positions and we spent ages trying them out. She loved it. Oral was a favorite of hers and actually learned to enjoy the taste of my cum and had it every time we met, as I did off her. One night we tried anal on her but even with lubricant I could not get my cock into her as it began to hurt and each time I tried to force my cock into her and she tightened up and we never made it. We tried a couple more times later but we never managed to get my cok into her that way. I did however finger her little bum hole as I fingered her cunt sometimes and she loved the sensation of fingers in both holes.

We lasted 7 months before we got found out, evidently her mother realised she was getting fucked, as she found the pools of cum stains on her sheets one day after I had filled her up a few times in the one night.  Once was never enough and I often fucked her three or four times each time as well as the oral. It didnt take much for them to realise or find out it was me that was fucking her and that ended that as I was dismissed and threatened with being reported for underage sex but they knew she was as guilty as I was. I lost count of the number of times we had sex together but every time was better than the time before I thought and she was a real fucking whore by the time she turned 15. My guess was she and I had done it more than a 100 times.

I will always remember that innocent looking young 14yo firm childlike naked body that I saw the first time she stripped off and I know how wonderful it was to make love to a girl so young, even though I was not the first to do so.