Teen

Curiosity greeted

This is my first story on here, big fan of the site. This is a fantasy of mine with names changed. Please enjoy and be critical in your review if you do decide to write one! Hope you can bust a nice nut, or rub a wet orgasm out to this one, cheers.

The First Time for a Pair of First Time Lovers

The lead up is a little bit long but it leads straight into a very good sex scene in my opinion. No, this is not a true story, but I wish that it had been. I may even write a follow up story if I get good reviews, but I’ve held you up long enough, go ahead and enjoy the story.

Rachel’s Shaved Pussy, No. Five

This is probably my most outright fetishistic piece yet, and takes things in a particular, probably quite niche, direction. Some people may not like the second part, but if so, just remember this is a FANTASY.

After Class

Short little story. Sorry I haven’t been posting anything, been busy with classes and my room mate is constantly here so yeah. Hope you guys and girls enjoy this.

Uncle Ash: Part 4

After a night out drinking together, Ash brings his coworkers Dale and Todd to his apartment along with Dale’s daughter Molly.

Patty By Michael K Smith

READ THIS INTRODUCTION FIRST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Well, it’s here; the third chapter in the story. Now, this one is a little different than the previous chapters. I will say now it is about Alex playing one of her erotic little jokes, and it is less romantic than the previous ones. Remember that every one of these chapters is different!!!!!!!!
If you don’t like this one, you may adore the next one, and vice versa. Don’t start hating the entire book because you don’t like one chapter. I will even mention that one of them, not this one, has a short thing involving pee. If this isn’t your thing, skip it over, but it is still a romantic paragraph about accepting the flaws as well as perfections of a person you love. I have warned you!
I own none of this! It belongs to a man named Michael K. Smith, and I have no rights to it except that on his website he gives explicit permission to repost his stories as long as we give him credit for them.. I am simply uploading it because of my deep love for it. For me, it turns other erotic fiction to mindless drabble. If this is your first time reading this book, then I suggest you start with the beginning so you aren’t left behind. It’s you choice, but that’s what I suggest. And now, enjoy:
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Patty
by Michael K. Smith
[From Chapter 5; set in 1971; he’s 16, she’s 15.]
One comfortably warm afternoon in October, I was taking a nap in my room, having exhausted myself with several hours of freestyle practice. There was no one else in the house, so the sound of the front door opening and closing, followed by girlish giggles on the stair, half woke me. Then some part of my brain registered that the giggling was a conversation between two different voices and I came fully awake, though some instinct kept me from moving.
I recognized the other voice as belonging to Patty Jensen, who was also on the swim team and was one of Alex’s best girl friends. Patty was a cute little blonde with large, blue, innocent eyes, a snub nose, and a wide, sensuous mouth filled with very white teeth. Her pale, wavy hair swung against the nape of her neck in a ponytail and she tanned nicely. She was shorter than Alex by a couple of inches but somewhat meatier (my unconsidered opinion before that afternoon); she had been one of the first girls in Alex’s class to buy a bra because she actually needed it.
Yet she was both a popular date and well-liked by the other girls in her group — no small achievement. She seemed to be smitten with the idea of love and sex but was still uneasy about the reality. She also exuded pheromones uncontrollably and the reaction and attention of the boys who wandered within range often bewildered her.
Alex ushered Patty into her room across the hall and gave her door a halfhearted shove; it stood open a foot, but privacy was not something we had ever taken seriously Upstairs. I lay on my bed in my cutoffs, casually eavesdropping, until I picked up the words “bikini” and “sexy.” What in the world was going on?
I rose quietly, silently opened my own door, and slipped into the hall. In ordinary circumstances, I wasn’t the Peeping Tom type. I never joined in when my gym class found new ways to intrude in the girls’ locker room. Why should I? I could see all the skin I wanted at home. But this was a different situation and a different girl, and in most ways I was still no different from any other fifteen-year-old boy.
I peered through Alex’s doorjamb to see where the two were. I could watch Alex openly at any time and she wouldn’t mind, but Patty was definitely an “outsider,” even though she had been invited Upstairs. They were sitting crosslegged, side by side on Alex’s brass bed, dumping out the contents of two small shopping bags labeled MALIBU BIKINI SHOP.
I knew that place; even the limbless manikins in the window were exciting! In each bag was a small bundle wrapped in tissue, and each bundle was unwrapped to reveal two remarkably tiny strips of brightly colored cloth.
Patty was smoothing out her new neon-red bikini on the bedspread in front of her. “My dad would kill me if he saw me wearing this at the beach!”
She giggled and lifted the cups of the halter top so they looked like two miniature tents. Without realizing it, she tugged a little at the tips of her bra and compared the result.
Alex’s suit was just as brilliant a shade of cerulean blue, which I knew would contrast electrically with her hair and eyes.
“Well? Let’s try ’em on!” said Alex, scrambling off the bed.
“Here?” Patty looked dubious.
“Of course, ‘here’,” Alex laughed. “You’re going to wear that Do-It-Now suit at the beach in front of thousands of ravenous boys, aren’t you? Don’t you want to know what it really looks like on you first? Especially since they wouldn’t let us try them on at the store?” She was already unzipping her jeans.
“I have a full-length mirror in my room at home,” Patty pointed out.
“Uh-huh. And what was it you just said about your father? Besides, we need to help each other adjust the fit, for maximum effect!” Her voice was muffled by the knit top she was pulling off over her head, and then she was standing there in bra and panties, a hand on one hip, waiting for her friend to catch up.
Patty looked up a bit shyly and surveyed the sleekness of Alex’s body. I made a bet with myself that she admired my sister’s trimness — but that she also thought her own breasts would even up the score. If she could work up the nerve to strip.
“Well,. . .” Patty stood up slowly but then began rapidly shucking off her jeans and sweatshirt before she lost momentum. Both girls were facing generally in my direction and I was careful to stand back from the door crack a few inches. Patty seemed momentarily shocked when Alex dropped and stepped out of her panties. I was merely surprised; when had that happened?
My sister’s curly red-brown pubic thatch had been trimmed and regimented. Her crotch was now shaved bare at the sides and she was completely naked between her legs, obviously so she would only show at the beach what she intended to show. The effect was to make her appear even slimmer than she was, and a bit more vulnerable as well. I liked the effect. Alex stood calmly naked, waiting for Patty to finish undressing — she was giving her encouragement by example, I thought.
Patty dropped her bra and bent over to push down her panties. Her breasts swung out invitingly and I stored the image away as a mental polaroid for the next time I needed a fantasy. She stood up and took a breath.
Little Patty actually had a much nicer body than I had given her credit for. She had some extra flesh but it was smooth and lightly tanned; she was becoming voluptuous, not fat or flabby. I should have realized that anyone who could make the swim team in the first place would be in top physical condition.
The wider flair of her hips made her look like an Earth-mother-in-training and her stomach was flat and muscular. Her legs were proportioned to her lesser height. She wasn’t a natural blonde, though. Her pubic hair was a rich brown mat that entirely concealed her crotch and much of her groin. Her shoulders were broader than Alex’s, and while her breasts were much fuller than my sister’s, her small pink nipples stood up right where they should. She might be a little overbalanced, but there was no sag. I immediately revised my opinion of her looks.
Alex gave her friend’s breasts a grin and a nod of approval. “You have really nice tits, Patty. Not like these. . . .” She cupped and lifted her own pair as Patty blushed at the intimate compliment and then lifted her own breasts. They filled both hands. I knew quite well that my sister was perfectly happy with the shape of her own body; she was just putting Patty at ease.
I also noticed that Patty seemed to follow Alex’s lead in many of her physical movements. I began to suspect that she regarded my sister as a model of gracefulness and poise. (I certainly did.)
Then both girls turned back to the bed and began sorting out their new beach assault weapons. Patty had a rather larger ass than Alex, but it fit right in with the rest of her equipment. Alex got her suit on first.
The bottom part was cut as low in front as she could get away with; if she hadn’t trimmed her pubic hair it would have curled over the hem. The top of the suit was a simple elastic bandeau that went on over her head. She didn’t need straps for support — but Patty certainly did.
Patty’s suit had a halter top with one shoelace-sized string around the back and another behind her neck. The bottom part had string ties at the sides that could gather the suit in from a conservative three-inch-wide band to a very narrow connecting strip. And the narrower the strip, I saw, the lower the suit would ride on her hips.
They each examined themselves in the long mirror and then stepped back and studied each other critically, measuring psychological effect and searching for the smallest flaws. I had to admit it: They were different types, but both girls were sexy and beautiful. I had personal preferences, but I could also think of a dozen guys just in my home room who would go to serious lengths for a chance to cuddle up with Patty at the beach.
Patty put her hands out to her sides and shrugged helplessly. “What can I say, Alex? You look terrific!” Alex blushed at her friend’s honest compliment but also managed to look pleased with herself.
“Hey, I just thought of something,” Alex said, and reached up to the top shelf of her closet to pull down a shoebox. When she stretched on tiptoe like that, the bottom of her bikini seemed about to slither down to her ankles. She was going to have to be careful in volleyball games, I thought.
After a moment she dug out the pair of deep green satin shoes I had bought her to go with her country club dress. “I got these as a gift last summer to go with a party dress. I think you were on vacation with your folks.”
She slipped on the shoes and became instantly sexier. High heels are undoubtedly bad for a woman’s feet, but they can sure do wonders for the long curves of her legs.
Alex put her hands on her hips and thrust out her chest. She began strutting across the room, swinging her ass and pointing her toes with each step. Patty was laughing in delight and clapping.
“That’s great, Alex, really! You ought to enter a beauty contest some day — you got the moves down perfect!”
I was smiling, too. Alex could clown around but she was truly gorgeous — and she knew I thought so, and that made both of us feel good. But her parade across the room had brought her close to her bedroom door before I realized where she was headed. I made the mistake of stepping back from the doorjamb too late and Alex’s quick eye caught the movement.
In the second or two before she turned, her face showed surprise, then amusement, then thoughtfulness — and then mischievous delight as she suddenly had an inspiration. Two steps back toward the bed, humming “The Stripper,” Alex paused and rotated in a slow, exaggerated bump and grind while Patty crowed with laughter. And as she turned, she gave me a broad wink. She had an audience now and she intended to take advantage of it.
I had no idea what her instant plan might entail, but I was sure it would involve Patty. She wouldn’t hurt Patty, I knew; she liked the other girl too much as a friend. And if Patty was lucky, she would never know she had been the victim of a prank. My sister and I had many, many private jokes that the rest of the world was never let in on.
Alex was back at her friend’s side, now. She smiled and kicked the shoes under the bed, and then stepped back to look more closely at Patty. She parked one open hand on a canted hip — a calculated pose if I ever saw one — while Patty twisted her pearl pinky ring and waited a little nervously for Alex’s verdict.
“Patty, you look really nice in that suit — in fact, you look great! That kind of red means ‘Stop, Look, and Listen,’ and the boys are gonna do just that.” The little blonde beamed radiantly.
“But–” (Alex pointed a finger dramatically at the other girl’s navel) “–you’re wearing that suit much too conservatively!”
“What?!” Patty squeaked. “I feel almost naked already!” She looked down at the narrow red strips. “How can this possibly be ‘conservative’?”
Alex knelt on one knee in front of her and said in a mock stern tone, “They put these ties here for a reason, but you still have them let all the way out. Haven’t you seen those teeny little bikinis in action at the beach?” She began cinching up the string on one side.
“But those girls are in college, or at least high school juniors and seniors! I won’t be fifteen for another month!”
“So? You’re never too young to be sexy! Besides, think of the fifteen-year-old boys. They watch the college girls with the grown-up bodies, sure, but they know they’ll never get within ten yards of any of them. And then they’ll turn around, and there you’ll be, a dazzling blonde their own age in a red bikini, and their eyes will fall out on the sand. They’ll stumble all over themselves, and get tongue-tied trying to talk to you, and you’ll have to hold them off with a beach umbrella! Now that’s POWER!”
She had cinched up the strings on both sides of Patty’s suit while Patty’s expression said she was imagining the scene at the beach — and enjoying it. Now Alex pulled the front of the red suit two inches lower so it marked a straight line across Patty’s lower abdomen. Then she turned her around quickly, before she could react, and tugged the back of her suit lower as well, almost exposing the cleft between her cheeks. Patty was spun to the front again.
“Have to make the most of those tits, too,” Alex said as she stood up. She held the lower string of Patty’s halter top with one hand and began experimentally sliding the cups farther apart, exposing a much more generous cleavage. Patty stood helplessly, caught up in Alex’s radicalization of what she obviously thought was already a very daring bikini.
“Untie the bottom string.” Patty did as she was told but clutched the strings at her sides.
“We move the string farther up under your boobs to make ’em stand out, . . . okay, tie it again.” Patty’s breasts looked larger now and more nearly spherical. Alex stepped behind her.
“Now, we cheat gravity a little . . .” She untied the halter string behind Patty’s neck. “Lift your boobs, Patty; c’mon, use your hands!”
Alex retied the neck string and stepped back. “Now, go take a look in the mirror, kid — every boy you meet is going to have an instant hard-on. You’re going to have to wear a name tag: ‘Hi, my name is Patty, and please don’t come in your trunks’!”
Patty’s face suggested she had just survived a whirlwind, but when she saw her quarter-profile in the long mirror her mouth fell open and she stared.
Her bust looked to be a full cup size larger than it already was, and the skinny little sides of the bottom of her suit emphasized the earthy flair of her hips and made her legs look longer. In a word, she was luscious. She unconsciously arched her back a little more and cocked one hip. She looked speechlessly at Alex, who grinned and made an ‘O’ with thumb and forefinger.
“What did I tell you? You believe me now?” She moved up close to Patty.
“Now — if you’ll trust me with a sewing machine, I think we ought to take in the sides of each of these about a half-inch. . . .” She tucked under the edges of each halter cup with her fingers and managed to stroke the surfaces of Patty’s breasts as she did so.
“I’m going to take in my top some, I think, and remove the lining so my nipples will show through.” She looked down at her bandeau as she pulled down its top edge as far as her brown areolae.
“I do have great nipples, don’t I?” Patty watched, somehow unaware that right now their breasts, bellies, crotches, and thighs all were less than two inches apart.
Alex moved her hands slightly and then she was casually, gently, lifting the weight of Patty’s breasts. The other girl seemed hypnotized; I knew the feeling. Alex sighed.
“Gee, I wish I had boobs like these.” No, she didn’t, but I was beginning to understand where Alex’s game was going. At fourteen, my sister was already an artist at seduction. She had a talent for it when she chose to use it, and I was the proof; when she wanted something from me she nearly always got it.
Alex withdrew her hands before her friend could think of anything to say and casually removed her own suit. “If you’ll leave that outfit with me for a day or two, I’ll brew you up some magic, okay?”
Patty was pulling off her suit, too — mostly because Alex had done so, but she didn’t realize that. She nibbled at her lower lip for a second.
“Alex? I’m glad I have someone like you for a friend.” She was sweet and sincere, and still astonished by her transformation in the mirror. “Why are you so much smarter about boys than I am?”
Alex gave her a surprised glance and then a genuinely warm smile. “I’m glad we’re friends, too, Patty. You’re one of the very nicest people I know. And I’m *not* smarter; maybe I just work at it harder.” I’ll bet you’ve also had a *lot* more practice, I thought, and smiled.
Patty really was a nice girl, besides being sexier than I would have expected. Then Alex put her arms around her in an affectionate girl-girl hug and Patty responded in kind. It would have seemed the most innocent embrace in the world, had they not both been naked.
Again, Alex quit first. She looked around the room for a moment while one hand absently stroked her tiny tuft of pubic hair. Then she looked at her crotch in apparent surprise.
“I almost forgot! There’s something else you need to do before you can wear that bikini.”
“What?”
“This!” My sister spread her thighs slightly, bent her knees, and pushed her crotch forward to display her cropped pubic patch.
“If you don’t trim it back, your hair will stick out the sides of your suit. Remember Mary Elizabeth’s first dive in the tank suit she borrowed from her older sister? It looked like her pussy was drowning and trying to escape!” Both girls burst into peals of laughter. I wished I had been present at *that* practice.
Patty fluffed her large bush thoughtfully. Without being aware of it, she was becoming used to being naked around Alex, who always walked and behaved exactly the same way whether she was dressed or not. Especially when she knew she was safe at home, my sister had totally lost what other people might regard as modesty, and her unconcerned attitude toward bare skin sometimes rubbed off on other people.
“You really think I have too much hair down there?”
“Well, you don’t have it shave it completely . . . although that *would* attract attention.”
Patty looked momentarily alarmed before she realized that Alex was teasing her, and then she smiled prettily. “Well, I can trim it down at home.”
“I thought you bought a Lady Something-or-Other electric because you kept nicking your legs? And I don’t think your dad would appreciate finding pussy hairs in his shaving cream. Besides, an electric leaves a stubble; it really itches.”
Patty looked baffled. “Embroidery scissors?”
“It’s not just the length,” Alex explained. “It’s the width. You need a strip of bare skin on each side and underneath. Also, with that much hair, when it gets wet, it soaks up water like a sponge and it expands. Like in the shower?” She stroked her index fingers down her own newly-mown crotch. Patty watched in fascination and continued to pluck at her own bush.
Alex looked her solemnly in the eye. “I’d be happy to do it for you if you’d trust me to, Patty. I’ll be very careful not to nick you. And if we do it here, your father won’t ever know about it, right?” I held my breath. This was the crucial point in what I suspected Alex was planning.
“Uh, nobody’s ever touched me there, except my doctor.” She was talking mostly to herself.
“Patty, your gynecologist is a man and he practically shoves his whole fist up in you, doesn’t he? Most of ’em do.” Patty looked a bit dazed, but nodded.
“I’m a girl and I’m your friend, aren’t I? Friends help each other out, especially with things you can’t really go to your folks about. And I’ll be very careful, I promise.” Alex was speaking softly and soothingly, now, and I could tell Patty was allowing herself to be talked into this adventure.
“Well,.. I guess you’re right. I guess I do have too much hair for a bikini. Besides,” she added with a self-deprecating twinkle, “I don’t think I could see what I was doing!” She spread her breasts apart with both hands and peered down between them. Her subconscious had come up with the perfect way of asserting her physical superiority to Alex in the one department she was absolutely sure of. She had even turned it into a sexy joke. Patty had definitely loosened up in the past hour.
“Okay, why don’t you empty off that chair while I get the stuff?” Alex was all business now. The chair she waved at was an old wooden kitchen piece, straight-backed and armless, repainted bright yellow. It served as a seat, stepping stool, clothes rack, and especially as a gathering place for junk. Alex was keeping her friend occupied while she went next door to the bathroom.
I stepped back against the wall as Alex came out of her bedroom. Thirty seconds later she was back with her safety razor and a new blade, her needlework scissors and a small comb, and two bath towels — and my shaving mug and brush (I had ambitions). I pointed at the brush and nodded in approval. Alex pointed to her eye, which meant “Watch and see.”
Patty was standing a bit nervously by the now-empty chair, fingering her pubic hair protectively. Her body language always spoke volumes and yet she remained unaware of it. Remaining naked herself, as another kind of supportive body language, Alex folded a towel and draped it neatly over the chair seat, and then adjusted the chair’s angle so my view would be unimpeded.
“Would milady care to park it?” She made a theatrical flourish and Patty sat down with her knees and feet together and her hands in her lap. Alex knelt before her.
“Umm. Patty, dear — I have to be able to get to the work site,” Alex explained gently and laid one hand lightly on the other girl’s knee.
With Alex’s quiet prompting, Patty finally got settled. She found herself scooted far forward on her coccyx with her pussy cantilevered over the front of the chair. Her knees were spread as wide as for any gynecologist and her heels were hooked over the rungs on the sides of the chair. To keep herself from sliding off, she had a grip on the chair’s back slats above her shoulders, which also had the effect of lifting and pressing her breasts together.
I had wondered why Alex didn’t simply have her lie on a towel on the bed. Now I knew why. The little blonde was vulnerable and wide open to the world; she looked like a pose from HUSTLER.
Working slowly and carefully, Alex untangled Patty’s pubic hair with the comb and trimmed it down to shaving level. Then she quickly whipped up a mug full of suds and twirled the brush in it as she had seen me do. She slowly stropped the brush up and down between Patty’s legs — not only on the sides of her crotch but vertically across her clit and downward below her cunt, almost to her asshole. There was quite a bit of hair in front of Patty’s puckered little opening. Patty’s eyes flickered closed and her lips began to twitch; she was feeling something but she wasn’t going to admit it, not even to herself.
I watched in fascination as my sister slowly and carefully cleared a bare area on each side of Patty’s half-open cunt; I suspected she could work a lot more rapidly if she cared to. She seemed to completely ignore the protruding clit that emerged from its sheath of its own volition.
Alex did very neat work, squaring the thick tangle into a neat, brush-like vertical hedge and shortening its length overall. She also managed to lean her forearms frequently on Patty’s splayed knees and to drag her own nipples across the inner surfaces of Patty’s thighs. Several times she moved her head in close — just being careful, you know — and opened her mouth wide, breathing warm air directly onto Patty’s clit. She continued, meticulously shaving clean the entire area toward the back of Patty’s crotch.
Finally, she wiped off the soap with the other towel, being sure the coarse material traveled the whole length of her friend’s gaping cunt. She handed Patty a large hand mirror so she could view the result.
“Now we don’t want you to get razor burn — happens a lot the first time you shave.” She picked up a bottle of moisturizing cream from behind the chair, uncapped it, and dribbled a stream of the pale cream down both sides of Patty’s crotch, and then down the sheath of her clit.
Patty gasped and her toes curled at the touch of the cool, thick liquid. Alex slowly spread the cream up and down the creases of her crotch and her exposed lips. She spread it evenly over the clitoral sheath. The covering hand moved back and Patty’s clit, pinkish red and twitching involuntarily, emerged and grew.
Alex’s forefinger lightly smoothed the cream down the center of the cunt before her, touching but not penetrating the opening, and continued to the satiny area between the bottom of her wide-open pussy and the darker, ridged opening below. Patty was holding her breath, and so was I, but Alex’s finger stopped just short and lifted away.
The brush, Alex’s careful but persistent manipulation of her labia, the friction of the towel, and finally the soothing cream had all done their work. Patty’s breath was coming in erratic puffs as she gazed in amazement through half-closed eyes at her newly revealed crotch.
She passed her own hand over the smooth, soft surfaces and curves, even drawing one finger dazedly across the tip of her clit. It abruptly struck me that Patty’s general shyness, the apparent attitudes of her parents, and the thick, rapid growth of her pubic thatch probably had prevented her from ever getting a close look at her own genitals. ALL of this was a new experience for her.
Alex apparently drew the same conclusion and added it to her plan. Still kneeling on the floor between Patty’s knees, she spread her own legs and leaned back on her heels, her nipples visibly elongating. Her middle finger glided down into her own slit and disappeared, and she sighed lightly. “You know, trimming your pussy also makes it easier to get yourself off,” she said quietly.
Patty shook her head vigorously. “No, I don’t do that! My dad caught me . . . uh, playing with myself when I was twelve and he beat the crap out of me! Besides, it isn’t good for you.” What do you think has just been happening? I wondered.
Alex continued stroking herself, mostly for Patty’s visual benefit, but she gave her friend a sympathetic look. “What do you do when you get horny, then? And *don’t* tell me you never get horny!”
It hadn’t occurred to Patty that she could put her legs down; they were still spread wide and her clit was twitching more frequently. One hand held the mirror and the other began absently to stroke the neat pad of hair that remained as she studied its reflection.
“I just get frustrated, I guess,” she said softly. “Sometimes, though, when I’m alone, I squeeze my legs together and I feel a sort of tingle.” She didn’t notice that she had contradicted her earlier denial.
“Patty, it’s called ‘masturbation,’ not ‘playing with yourself,’ and it’s a natural part of sex — and sex is a natural part of life. *Not* masturbating is what’s abnormal! I’m still a virgin — yes, I am! — and I had my first orgasm a year ago by masturbating myself. And it felt wonderful!” Alex’s fingers were beginning to move up and down like slender pistons.
“You can’t just go on being horny and frustrated! Doing yourself takes the edge off. You can keep control of yourself with a boy when he gets you hot because you know you can always finish it later. Otherwise, some guy is going to get you so worked up you’ll let him fuck you just to get it over with, to release the pressure — and it might not be the right guy or the right time and place. Boys jerk off all the time, you know that, and it’s a lot harder for them to hide it! And if it’s natural for them to do it, why shouldn’t girls do it, too? Look at your body, Patty! It’s ready for you to get pregnant and have a baby. But you can tell it to be patient and still have all the fun part of sex.”
Alex’s fingers were acting independently of her mouth, caressing and tugging at her clit and pressing its sheath back to expose more of it. The tiny red shaft glistened moistly. Patty couldn’t take her eyes off that busy hand. She tried half-heartedly to conceal her own cunt by cupping her hand over it, but her legs were still splayed out.
“I don’t think I know how,” she said in a small voice with a sudden low sob at the end.
My sister wasn’t close to orgasm yet, I could tell that, but her fingers slowed and stopped. She could save herself up, remaining at a high sexual pitch but picking her own moment for a climax. I had seen her do that before, too, and it always astonished me. *I* certainly didn’t have that kind of control.
Alex stood and bent over Patty, her hands on the other girl’s shoulders. Her breasts moved in a shallow curve a few inches before Patty’s face. Her nipples were as erect and rigid as pencil erasers.
“Patty, I’ve never been a teacher before, and I’m sure no sex expert, but my pussy is something I know real well. I admit it — virgin or not, I enjoy sex. And when I do pick out the guy I want to pop my cherry, I’m going to be ready. No fumbling around, no confusion. I’m going to know what I’m doing.” She put a hand behind each of Patty’s thighs, lifted her legs from the chair rungs, and set her feet together on the floor. Then she pulled her to her feet.
Patty clutched Alex’s upper arms and put her forehead against her shoulder. She canted one hip, which pressed what remained of her pubic hair against Alex’s thigh; my sister’s crotch was in a similar situation. Alex glided both her hands up and down the small of Patty’s back and murmured soothingly in her ear as the soft sobbing continued.
Patty made a strange picture, standing there: naked and sexy, but shy, breasts trembling against Alex’s as she tried to control her tears, moisture reflecting from her eyelashes as she kept her head down in embarrassment — not because she was naked and nipple-to-nipple in another girl’s embrace, but because her clit was throbbing wetly and she didn’t know what to do about it. She was desirable and she knew it, but the very lushness of her own body frightened her. It sounded like her father wasn’t being much help, either. Watching through the doorjamb, I felt a surprising wave of sympathy for little Patty.
Alex had played her prank, exposing the most intimate parts of Patty’s body to me in great detail — which had hurt no one but would provide us with hours of conversation later — and arousing her friend’s untried sensuality into the bargain.
But Alex truly liked Patty and now she obviously intended to try to help her friend become less sexually helpless. The fact that she knew I was still watching was irrelevant.
Alex sat both of them down on the side of the bed, thighs again pressed side-to-side, and put her arm comfortingly around her friend’s shoulder.
“Patty, sex is supposed to be fun,” she began, “and I promise you it is, if you know what you’re doing. It’s not something you should be afraid of. I know — there are guys you have to be careful of because they get carried away, even if they’re sorry afterwards. And some guys are just selfish, unfeeling sons-of-bitches.” Patty nodded in agreement; I had a feeling she had run into a few of those, just as Alex had.
“But, Patty, that isn’t your fault and it doesn’t make sex bad. And most guys are okay. You’re a beautiful girl and they’re more likely to be afraid of *you*. That’s why they get tongue-tied and act silly sometimes. They just don’t know what else to do.”
Alex glanced for a moment at the crack in the door where I stood. “Let me give you an example. The boy I know best is the one I live with, okay? My brother, Michael. He and I get along — in fact we’re pretty good friends. Now, let me ask you: Do you think he’s good-looking?”
Patty looked up at her in surprise, as if it were a silly question. “Sure, I think he’s very good looking.”
“Okay,” Alex went on. “Is he sexy?” I wondered how many games she was playing? Or had the identity of the contestant simply changed?
Patty hesitated. “Yeah, I guess he is. I mean, I’ve never gone out with him, of course, but he smiles at me in school. But maybe that’s because he knows you and I are friends,” she concluded doubtfully.
“That’s negative thinking, Patty!” Alex smiled. “Anyway, I’ve seen a lot more of him than you have, and *I* sure think he’s sexy! If he weren’t my brother, he might even be the one I’d pick to give my virginity to.”
That got my attention. Patty looked a little startled but interested. Alex was stroking the inside of her friend’s thigh, but Patty seemed not to notice.
“I’ve seen him naked a few times, like in the bathroom. He has swimmer-muscles, too, remember. And a nice butt. And a very interesting looking cock.” She lowered her voice conspiratorially.
“Once, I watched him jerking off in the shower, because the shower door wasn’t fogged up too much to conceal it. His cock looked huge, and when he shot off it really made me hot! So I came back in here and fantasized about it and got myself off. You see what I’m saying? He came in the shower, by himself, and I came in my bed, by myself, and we both enjoyed it.”
“But I don’t know how to– to get myself off. I’ve tried just rubbing it — I mean, I . . .” She was admitting to more than she had intended but Alex laughed and squeezed her shoulder encouragingly.
“Well, I can take care of that! Scoot up here, Patty . . .” Alex pushed herself backwards, against the brass headboard and put her legs straight out in front of her. “Over here, next to me.” She put her hand flat on the bed beside her.
Patty hesitated again for a long second, then turned and crawled over next to Alex — who moved over an inch so the entire length of their flanks were pressed warmly together. Alex brushed the instep of her right foot against the sole of Patty’s left. Patty’s toes curled over.
“Now, follow me. . . .” My sister arched her back slightly and cupped her breasts in her hands, massaging and tugging at her nipples. She took a deep breath of enjoyment. “Think of someone whose hands you want to imagine on your body.”
Patty followed her example, almost over-balancing when she arched her back. Her nipples were pink little buttons, much smaller than Alex’s, but they also rose under the friction of her fingertips.
“I’ve done this before, too,” Patty sighed, “but it feels different this time. It must be because we’re doing it together.” They continued stroking themselves almost in unison for several minutes, and their breathing grew heavier.
“Alex, . . . this doesn’t mean we’re, uh, lesbians, does it?”
My sister threw her head back and laughed. “No, of course not! You’re a dear, sweet girl, Patty — but you’re not the person I’m daydreaming about right now, I guarantee!” I hoped I knew who *was* in her daydream.
“Now, move your hands where you want your dream-lover to put his hands. Remember, they aren’t *your* hands right now — they’re his.”
She moved her own hands smoothly down her sides, down her upper legs, then back up the insides of her thighs. Her skin was beginning to flush lightly wherever her hands passed. Patty copied her movements and her eyelids fluttered as her imagination replaced the touch of her palms with someone else’s.
“Patty, you wouldn’t believe whose hands I’m feeling on me right now . . .” Alex shifted her gaze directly at me and smiled provocatively.
She spread her legs wide apart, sliding the left one under Patty’s. Patty bent her knees and took a similar position. Both girl’s pussies were open to me, though only one of them knew it, and the sight of two such lovely bodies being systematically aroused was almost more than I could stand.
My cock had grown thick and erect, but I couldn’t jerk off or even unzip my cutoffs, for fear Patty would hear the sound. I had to be content with hiking up one leg of my shorts enough to expose the head of my cock, which I squeezed and massaged as quietly as I could.
At Alex’s lead, the girls had both hands in their crotches now, stroking their labia between their fingers and reaching far back to tease their assholes with an occasional light touch.
Alex nudged Patty to get her attention. “Getting juicy?” she breathed.
“Oh, yes. . . !” Patty’s head was leaning partly on Alex’s shoulder.
Alex thrust two fingers up into her vagina and brought them out dripping with aromatic wetness. She began to slide her shining fingers slowly up and down her clit, which already resembled a tiny red cock.
Patty took more time with her fingers, moving them in and out of her cunt, experiencing probably for the first time the internal friction. Then she also moved her attention to her clit. Her breath began to rasp, as her fingers moved faster.
“No, Patty! Take your time — stop for a moment if you have to! Make it last and last. . . . You’ve heard about boys who are virgins, who just stick it in and come immediately? They don’t know how to pace themselves and it’s over too quickly.”
Patty obediently slowed her pace and even turned her head on Alex’s shoulder to watch my sister’s technique. Alex was doing slow rings and figure-eights with two fingertips around her clit, returning to her cunt at intervals for additional lubricant. She had done this many times and knew exactly how to sustain her own arousal.
Patty returned to her own rising passion, but using more control this time. A few minutes later, Alex began making low animal sounds in her throat and bent her head back. Her fingertips were racing around the tip and shaft of her clit, now. Then she caught her breath, jerked slightly several times, and then relaxed with a sigh. She stretched her legs out without removing her hand and simply sat quietly for a few moments in the afterglow of her climax.
My own legs were trembling so badly I had to go carefully down on one knee to keep from falling.
But Patty had stopped her finger-work, engrossed in her friend’s orgasm. Alex looked down at her with a smile. She withdrew her hand from between her legs; her fingers were wet and shiny. She raised her hand casually and traced the moisture from her fingers across Patty’s upper lip.
“You want to know what it’s really all about, Patty? Inhale deeply. That smell will drive a guy completely out of his mind.”
Hell, I could identify that particular pungent aroma all the way out in the hall. I had brought several girls to a climax by masturbating them, and they all smelled different. And I knew my sister’s scent best of all.
Then Alex became aware that Patty had stalled out. She was flushed with sexual arousal but she’d lost her way and her fingers were moving almost mechanically. Her lips were compressed in frustration; she’d climbed almost to the top of the ladder but she couldn’t quite make the last step.
Alex put one arm around her shoulders and pulled her down flat on her back on the bed and propped herself on an elbow. “I’ll help you, Patty, you’re almost there, you just need a boost to climb over the top. . . .”
Alex covered Patty’s motionless hand and her whole pubic mound with her own hand and began moving the two in a pattern together. After a minute, as Patty’s respiration rate began to increase again, Alex slid her hand under Patty’s and took control of the blonde’s pussy. Patty’s eyes were closed tightly; she may have thought it was her own fingers that were back in action. Alex dipped her fingers into Patty’s cunt for more lubrication and went to work at the base of her shaft, gradually moving toward the tip.
I don’t believe she planned what happened next. It was just the appropriate sexual thing to do, I think. My sister looked down at Patty’s head lying on her arm and smiled, and kissed her full on the lips.
Patty’s mouth reached up eagerly and returned the kiss, and she made little sounds of excitement. She was so far out of it, I think she believed it was her daydream she was kissing. Her eyes never opened. Alex raised her head as her friend’s pelvis and legs jerked uncontrollably several times. Then a brief spasm shook her whole body as she gasped and opened her mouth and curled her tongue. A final extended moan escaped her lips and then all her muscles seemed to relax at once and she lay loosely.
Alex combed Patty’s hair back out of her eyes with her fingers. The other girl had beads of sweat over her breasts and belly and she was still panting. “God, I didn’t know . . . it could feel . . . like that. . . .”
She turned over on her side to face Alex, who was propped on her elbow again. I knew my sister wasn’t going to mention the kiss. Let Patty think it was her imagination. I felt the wetness oozing down my leg; I had climaxed uncontrollably during that kiss.
There were teardrops on Patty’s lashes again, but this time for a very different reason. Her first orgasm had opened up a whole new world for her, a new self-image and new possibilities. And she realized it, too, because she slid both arms around Alex, her face pressed between my sister’s breasts, and hugged her tightly.
Alex held her closely and stroked her back, then put one leg gently over her hip. Patty’s reaction was automatic. She slipped her thigh between Alex’s and pressed it snugly up against her crotch. They lay together like that for perhaps five minutes, each floating back down to earth.
They finally unfolded themselves and sat up crosslegged on the bed, laughing quietly. Patty’s face seemed fundamentally changed, somehow, and it took a moment to see that she looked truly happy for the first time since I had known her. She was relaxed and excited at the same time, filled with new confidence, eager to try out her new red bikini on the male public. I was happy for her, too.
I turned and crawled back across the hall, being as quiet as possible. I felt as drained as though I had been responsible for Patty’s climax myself, and I didn’t even *attempt* to stand.
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My Cousin III

“Lets go inside Lucas,it’s getting dark out”,Aaron yelled from across the yard.
We had decided to play a little soccor befor it got to late, and we were enjoying ourselves. We started for the door when Aaron stopped
me and said,”Lucas, I really do love me. And I know this sounds big, but I want to spend the rest of my life with you, I want you to be
my boyfriend”
“Aaron, I love you too, and yes I will be your boyfriend”, I said happily.
He smiled and kissed me and for some reason, he started to cry. I thought about his”rest of my life” statment, and decided that we were
both “in the moment”, so I too would have said that. We started inside, and Aaron wiped away his tears. His mom had just finished dinner
and his younger brother and sister were helping to set the table. We went to wash our hands and then all sat down to eat. It was a yummy
dinner and a great coversation. A great start, to a great night.
After dinner we headed up to Aaron’s room. It was a comfortable size and contained multiple items of clothing, posters, and other things. He flipped on his tv and sat down on his bed. He motioned for me to join him.
After talking about things and playing video games for about 2 and a half hours,his father came in and told us it was time for bed, unless we wanted to start a movie. It was 12:50 already so we decided to watch a long movie. Aaron put in the DVD and we both relaxed on his bed. His door was closed, and we heard his dad yell,”goodnight boys, we are going to bed. Try to keep it down”
His siblings and parents were now asleep, so we could do whatever we wanted. We got under the covers and started to make out and take off each others clothes. When we were both naked and really horny, Aaron suggested we go into the bathroom that connected his room and his younger sisters room.
“I want to try some things Lucas”, he whisperd.
He led me into the shower, and told me to start sucking him. I did as I was told. I had been sucking him for a short while, and all of a sudden he pulled out of my mouth, and started to pee on my face.
I quickly stood up and whispered loudly,” what the hell?”
He looked at me, with pee dripping down my face and started to laugh.
“Lucas my dear, I said I wanted to try new things. But I probably should have warned you first. Just was your hair and face in the sink. It will be less noisy”, he said.
After about 10 minutes of washing my face and my long curls of hair, I walked out and joined him on the bed again.
“let’s stick to normal things babe”, I said.
With that he got into a 69 position with me. We sucked each others cocks for about 5 minutes, and then he stopped, and said,”Lucas I want you in me”.
I had never fucked anyone before. And when Aaron fucked me, it wast first. So I guess I was nervous but excited. He told me where the lube he had was and I went and retrieved it.
He lay on the bed, stomach down, legs spread. He obviously Didn’t want to wait. So I went slowly. I applied lube to his hole, and decided not to finger it, because he didn’t seem to want to wait. I put a couple squirts of lube on my cock, and put the bottle down on the bed. I lined up my cock with his hole.
“Stick it all in at once, fast and hard”, he moaned
He grabbed a pillow and sunk his face it and gripped it as hard as he could. I waited for a couple of seconds, then as hard as I could I rammed my cock at his hole. It finally sank all the way in.
I could tell he was in great pain because he was very still and moaning loudly into the pillow. I wasn’t sure, but I think he was crying. Why did he want it this bad? Is the pain worth it?
I started to fuck him pretty slow. I continued this to make the wonderful feeling last. It felt amazing and I never wanted to forget that feeling. After about 5 minutes, he reached his arms around me and grabbed my ass, and started to push me down into his ass faster. He didn’t move his head, but his moans sounded more like moans of pleasure than moans of pain.
I fucked him faster and faster, grunting and moaning in my own pleasure. I fucked him fast and hard for about 7 minutes when I felt his hole tighten and him moan very loudly.
I was certain he had came. The thought of him cumming pushed me over the edge, and I came deep in his ass. I collapsed on top of him and laid there for a minute before I pulled out. He turned over, and looked at me.
“You made the extreme pain worth it”, he said with a smile
He leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, and went to the bathroom. I put on my clothing and sat on the bed once again. About 5 minutes later, he came and laid down on the bed. We started watching the movie, which was about halfway over. I looked over and he was fast asleep. I was kind of tired, and wanted to sleep, but I decided to look around his room first. There was tons of posters. I went to his dresser, and the top was filled with stuff. His phone, his wallet, things like that. In a corner was a book. It didn’t have a title so I picked it up. Inside the front cover, was a picture of his family, and a picture of me. I knew this must be a private book, and even though I was very curious I decided it would be better not to look. I went over to the bed and pulled the covers over Aaron. I kissed him on the cheek and said,”I love you”. He had a couch on the far side of his room so I decided to crash on that. I loved Aaron more than anything, and right now, everything was perfect.

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My BestFriend’s Brother part 2

This is part 2. I’d recommend reading the first one before this one. Enjoy.
Before reading, this I would recommend reading the first story.
-We walked up the stairs then I realized how tired I was. “Austin, I understand if you say no but I was wondering… can I sleep in your room tonight? I just don’t want to sleep in the same bed as Kailyn” He smiled a devious smile and his eyes lit up. “Of course you can” he replied. I smiled at him. I couldn’t believe in anything that has happend. Im kind of glad Chaise tried to mess with me because it led to this. “Hold on a sec”. I walked into Kailyns room and grabbed my overnight bag. I pulled out short spandex shorts and changed into them then walked out to Austin.
-He was eyeing me up and down. Eager to go to his room, he grabbed my hand and we walked into it. I looked around in his room. He had a nice queen sized bed that looked so comfortable. He closed the door behind him and turned to face me.
-Again, he pulled me close and kissed me. The kisses got wilder by the second. My arms were wrapped around his neck. He grabbed both legs and picked me up. My legs wrapped around his waist. His hands were rubbing my ass and back. I realized how wet I was. He walked me over and pinned me up against the wall while we were violently kissing. I started grinding my pussy on him.
-He set me down and got quiet. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything or be to rough with you tonight especially after what just happened. We should just slow down. After all, you are my sisters bestfriend. I really don’t wanna hurt you.” After he said that I was shocked. My only response was “you’re not making me do anything I don’t want but okay.”
-I started walking towards the door. He grabbed my hand and said “You can still sleep in my bed” “Okay. Well I’m tired so..” He walked to his bed and asked “you coming?” I walked to him and climbed up and my body collapsed. I layed on the side up against the wall. He climbed in After me and turned his tv on. I was out like a light within minutes.
-I woke up about an hour later. I heard the shower running. I sat up and tried organizing my thoughts. Then the shower cutt off. I layed back down and pretended to sleep.
-Austin walked in the room in only a towel tied around his waist. His abs were incredibly sexy. Just as he was going to untie the towel I giggled. I sat up and he smiled at me. “Did I wake you up?”, “No I woke up a couple mintutes ago” I said while staring at the towel. He saw where i was looking. My eyes were thirsty to see under the towel. I wanted to go to him and take the towel off and blow him. I slowly got up and stoood infront of him nervously waiting his reaction.
-After a minute of me just looking at him, he walked over to his dresser, grabbed a pair of boxers, and left the room.
-“Dammit” I thought. I was getting really frustrated. He kept sending me mixed signals. Or maybe he wants me to make a move.. I just don’t know where to start. I layed back down with my leggs hanging off the
-He came back in the room… Finally, I spoke up. “Austin, I don’t know what you’re doing but it’s driving me crazy and it’s lightweight pissing me off.” He laughed lightly and sat next to me.
-I stood up and turned to him then sat on his lap straddling him. He put his hands on my back. His semi hard dick was pressing up against his boxers and my shorts . I kissed him lightly on his lips. He responded by kissing me back. We were in a heavy kissing fit.
-I was really wet and was grinding against his dick. He knew what I wanted and he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from the temptations much longer.
He layed back pulling me with him. He stopped kissing my lips then moved down to my neck and chest. I took off my shirt and tossed it. He unhooked my bra and started circling his tongue on my nipples and lightly bit them. I whimpered with pleasure.
-He rolled our bodies over to where he was on top of me. He looked me in the eyes and said “I’ll be gentle.” He must have known I was a virgin. Most guys assumed I wasn’t. He kissed my neck and worked his way down from my tits, past my ribs, and continued to go down further until he reached my most intimate area. I willingly spread my legs a little to give him better access. His mouth got really close to my clit I could feel heat from his hot breath. He inhaled deeply then blew. It gave me chills. After a while if teasing me I couldn’t take it anymore.
-“Austin, please.” You could hear how desperate I was. Finally his tongue made contact with my clit. It was so sensitive, as soon as he started licking, my body squirmed like crazy. He held my legs down and continued eating me out.
-I was dripping wet. His tongue danced in all different directions. This lasted for only a couple of minutes then sensations started buding up and I squeezed his head into my pussy with my legs and wouldn’t let go.
-Wave after wave of pleasures sent through my body causing me to moan loudly and claw my hands into the sheets.
-I loosened my legs and let Austin’s head free. I layed there weak and was frantically breathing. He sat up and laughed.
-I drifted off for a few minutes but Austin woke me. “We’re not done yet.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the bed. I was a little groggy so I let him lead me. He pushed down on my shoulders so I sat down in the floor on my knees. I knew where this was headed.
-Austin sat at the edge of the bed and motioned me to scoot closer. He pulled his boxers down his semi erect dick stared at me.
-This was my first time ever giving head so I knew it was gonna be a challenge. It was huge. Probably 9 inches long. I looked at him worried and he gave me a nod.
-I grabbed the shaft and stroked it a few times. I put the head in my mouth, swirled my tongue around it and licked down the sides. I slowly took more into my mouth until it hit the back of my throat.
-I looked up at Austin and his eyes were closed. I slowly bobbed my head up and down gaining speed and getting a rhythm. I heard a groan then Austin whispered “tighter”. I tightened my mouth and continued.
-More groans were escaping Austin’s mouth. I looked back up and watched his facial expressions change.
I decided to go faster and tried to take as much of him as I could in my mouth. I started gagging but didn’t want to stop and disappoint him. My saliva covered his dick.
-“Stop”. So I stopped and let him out of my mouth. He pulled me up to the bed then layed me back. This was it, I wasn’t gonna be a virgin anymore.
-He hovered on top of me then lowered himself. “Relax” he said. So I relaxed my muscles. I felt the head of his dick press against the entrance of my pussy. He slowly pushed himself in a little more then he came to a stop. He gave me a kiss then covered my mouth and thrusted himself into me.
-I screamed into his hand and clawed my nails into his back. Tears built up in my eyes and spilled over. It hurt like hell.
Austin slowly drew himself out a little then back in. His strokes were slow and soft. The pain started to subside and pleasure took over.
-His movements got faster and harder but he slowed down so I wouldn’t get hurt.
We were both really into it. I arched my back and started grinding along with him.
-It wasn’t long until the sensations started building up again. I started bucking my hips fast about to lose it. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Austin said. My legs wrapped around him and pulled him in tight. More waves of pleasure took over my body.
-Austin tore my legs off of him and pulled out just in time. Hot streams of cum came out all over my stomach.

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Forbidden Dream

Story is part of CAW 6 contest and required writer to write from opposite perspective- story is from female point of view though I am a male.
Libraries> Documents> Jessica> Private
July 19 2006 Tomorrow is the big day my party.
P. S. I love puppies and unicorns!! I hate people who steal stories from xnxx.com!
Libraries> Documents> Jessica> Private
July 20 2006 My birthday
Totally awesome day. Bunch of family drove all the way out here to the middle of nowhere from the city to celebrate with me because I am so wonderful. Yea me!
A lot of my girls made it – Cindy, Britney, Lisa, Annie and Katy representing! Plus my cousins Kerri, Susie and Ashley made it from the city!
Had a great day, listening to hot music, eating and drinking up a storm (Dad was rocking the grill), having fun hanging with my friends and cousins, goofing off. Everyone brought their bathing suits as we have a swimming pond and after my brother and his friend went in, I told everyone we should all change to our suits in my room. So we headed to the house en masse. On the way I saw my Uncle Mark had arrived. He is the best uncle in the world, as well as really handsome and in great shape. I ran up and gave him a big hug and he kissed me on the cheek.
“Hey birthday girl” he said “you’re getting so old, soon you won’t have time for your old uncle. You’ll be off with boyfriends and driving and worrying your parents even more than you do now.”
I stuck my tongue out at him then laughed.
“Don’t let my Mom hear you saying that, she worries too much as it is. Besides I’ll always have time for you. Any guy who wants to be with me will have to like you too, not that there’s a line forming as you can see. And you’re so not old.”
He smiled down at me as he is at least six feet tall and I barely come up to his chest.
“Don’t worry Jessica they will be lining up soon enough. Too soon for your father I think. By the way, where is my brother?”
“Oh he’s on the grill, you know he’ll have to be dragged away from that at some point. But where’s Aunt Diane, I don’t see her.”
I saw a look of annoyance cross his face before melting away into his usual good natured expression.
“She couldn’t make it due to a project for her job that has to be done by next week. So she’s working on it all weekend. She’s sorry she couldn’t make it and sends her love. I think your friends are getting impatient waiting for you though, they look restless.”
I turned and gave my girls a dismissive look before turning back to Uncle Mark.
“They have to wait for me as it is my day” I said only half kidding. “We are going to change to go swimming and after you say hello to everyone I expect you to come as well. As Aunt Diane hasn’t come I will graciously allow you to hang with the birthday girl. I hope you brought your swim suit.”
With that I rejoined my girls and we hurried to the house. I had deliberately made the comment about Aunt Diane to annoy him. Though she was nice I never thought she was right for him. She was older then him by a few years and though she was pretty, he was far too handsome for her in my opinion. And it wasn’t because of the small gap in their ages that made them seem mismatched but the difference in their whole beings. Uncle Mark wasn’t immature but he seemed to be at the age level of whoever he was with. My mother always said it was like he had a little boy in him fighting to get out.
As we headed to my room I heard some giggles from the rear of the group. I noticed my cousin Kerri was whispering to Annie and they were both looking at me. When we were all squeezed into my room I looked at Kerri straight in the eye.
“So what’s so funny?” I asked her.
Kerri is from my mother’s side of the family – my Irish relatives- and it showed as her face became beet red.
She looked down and shuffled her feet before mumbling her answer.
“I was just telling her about Cousin Joe’s wedding.”
I shot daggers at her. The nerve of her, on my day, to recount an old story from when we were five years old. Everyone was looking at us, not knowing what we were talking about.
“Jess it’s not a big deal, just a cute story is all” Kerri said. “Yeah it isn’t anything bad” Annie chimed in.
“So what’s the story?” Lisa asked butting her big nose into things as usual. Everyone stood around expectantly waiting for me to answer.
“Oh just a stupid story from when we were like five” I said trying to downplay it. When I didn’t say any more Lisa turned her face to Kerri who seemed more uncomfortable than I did.
“Go ahead tell them since they seem dying to know” I said. When she looked at me I just nodded.
“When we were five our cousin Joe got married and we were the flower girls. We had these pretty little dresses and everything. At the dinner everyone was talking about how cute we looked and how the bride’s dress was beautiful and stuff like that. Our Grandma asked Jess about if she got married would she like a dress like that one. And Jess looked at her with this grown up expression and said and I’m not making this up “Grandma I don’t know about the dress but when I’m older I will marry my Uncle Mark.” Some people laughed or thought it was cute but Jessica was so serious about it. Her mom was like you can’t marry your uncle and Jess just said why. Finally someone said it’s against the law to marry your uncle and Jess had a giant crying fit until her mom could calm her down.”
“Yeah big deal I was a little kid” I answered.
“Well” Lisa said ‘you were only five but you’re fourteen now and you looked like you’re still feeling it for him, uncle or not. But you do have good taste. He is hawt.” To this the other girls seemed in agreement, even Susie and Ashley whose uncle he was as well.
“You are so mad crazy” I told Lisa though my cheeks were redder than Kerri’s now. To prevent any further talk on the subject I lifted my shirt over my head and tossed it on the bed and unhooked my bra freeing the girls.
“Jessica is an exhibitionist” Katy joked and soon everyone was changing into their swimsuits. I put on my new bikini and I thought I looked pretty good. My stomach was flat and I thought my legs and butt were good, although I wished my chest was bigger. My top did push up what I had and I was grateful Mom had let me get it. She thought it was unnecessary but smiled and told me if that was what I wanted to go ahead.
Once everyone was changed we charged downstairs and headed to the pond. The nine of us descended like a plague of locusts driving away all unfortunate enough to be in our path. When we reached the pond I ordered my brother and his friend out or they would be splashed within an inch of their lives. Realizing the odds of nine against two didn’t favor them they beat a tactical retreat moving to the “beach” of our pond. Britney was the only one upset as for some strange reason she thinks my dorky brother is cute.
I went into the water right away and so did a few others but most didn’t want to ruin how they looked and my city cousins weren’t so sure about swimming in a pond. Lisa and Annie were with me and I told the rest in no uncertain terms that they had two choices: either come in the water however they liked, whether wading in or jumping in. Their other choice would be for us to kick up so much water at them that they would envy a drowned rat. That ultimatum gave them some clarity and they began to stream into the water.
It was a hot day with the sun beating down so the water was nice and warm. Most of the girls didn’t go deeper than their waists but just took it easy standing in the shallow end. I was like an otter on the other hand, swimming as well as diving underwater. Once I surfaced amidst the group sending them shrieking from my assault of water. Everyone was soon chilling, with me floating on my back when Lisa whispered in my ear.
“Your hot uncle is coming this way. I feel a cramp coming on and I think I might need rescuing.”
Slowly I opened my eyes and saw he was approaching the pond. He said hello to my little brother, or should I say younger brother as he is taller than I am, and was introduced to his friend Martin who is an even bigger dork. Uncle Mark showed again why he’s such a great guy by being nice to them and he made them laugh with a couple of jokes and shook their hands like they were his equals, as if.
I paddled my way to the shore near where he was and gave him a little splash. He was wearing blue swim trunks that came to his knees with flames on the side. His foot flicked at the water spraying my face with tiny droplets.
“Stop playing around and come in, the waters fine” I told him.
“Hmmm not as fine as you are” Lisa interrupted. “Hi I’m Lisa, Jessica’s more worldly friend.”
Uncle Mark’s eyebrow raised and a bemused smile spread across his face.
“Well worldly Lisa I guess you know I’m Mark and I’m pleased to meet you. Now I think you girls should stand back as I’m about to come in.”
He took a few steps back then started forward at a run like he would jump in full force. Squealing with delight we tried to put some distance between us when Uncle Mark slowed and just lightly entered the water before sinking in up to his neck. Lisa tried to maneuver past me but I managed to block her with my body. Susie and Ashley went over to him to say hello as he was their uncle as well. After that all the girls started to congregate toward him and I think he got a little embarrassed from the attention. He worked himself free and began to swim back and forth across the pond.
I swam up to him and demanded he give me a ride. He smiled and beckoned me forward. I clasped him around his neck and he started to glide through the water as I rode on his back. As he approached the other side he gracefully made a turn and started back in the other direction. When I caught Lisa’s eye I stuck my tongue out at her and did she look mad.
Uncle Mark again turned and headed in the other direction. I marveled at the feel of his muscles moving under his skin beneath me. When we again reached my girls Ashley asked if she could get a ride. Since she’s my cousin and I was feeling generous I slid off his back and let her take a turn. Meanwhile Kerri and a few others had managed to work the rowboat from the shore into the pond and pulled themselves aboard it and drifted along. I swam up to them and we kidded each other about things. Then Kerri looked past me and waved.
“Jessica your mother is coming here.” she said.
Seeing my mom I paddled over to the shore and waited for her to arrive. Mom looked over the scene and sighed.
“Jess are you girls ever going to eat? You haven’t eaten all day. And Jessica what is your friend doing to your uncle?”
I turned and saw Lisa was now riding Uncle Mark and not only were her arms wrapped around him but so were her legs. The little tramp’s legs circled his waist and her body was pressed against him. No doubt it made swimming harder although I doubt Lisa minded. I saw red and moved in their direction while hearing my Moms words in my ears.
“No more than 15 minutes young lady or I send down your Father.”
I caught up with them and pulled her off him dunking her for good measure. He took the opportunity to head in the opposite direction, leisurely backstroking towards the boat. Lisa surfaced sputtering and flailing. She glared at me when she saw me.
“What the hell was that for?” she demanded.
“You were assaulting him Lisa, he’s my Uncle. I was just defending him.”
“Believe me Jess, he didn’t mind. I think he liked me rubbing up against him if you get my meaning.”
With that she turned and swam toward the “beach”. I shook my head but I knew Lisa was just being herself, a slut, but didn’t mean anything against me. By this time Susie had convinced Uncle Mark to tow the boat with four of them in it. I dog paddled over and was again amazed at how easily he performed physical feats. He had the rope from the boat over one shoulder and was gliding the boat across the surface of the water.
“You’re not straining too much pulling these heifers are you?” I asked him while smiling sweetly at them.
“Be nice Jess. It’s not a hard pulling these trim young ladies I assure you. Besides the boat floats, I’m just guiding it.”
I snorted at his polite answer. Cindy at the least could lose a few pounds and Kerri’s ass was getting fat.
“Well all us trim young ladies have to go eat or my Mom will be sending out the hounds for us.”
Uncle Mark laughed and started towing the boat to shore. Since I was unencumbered I outdistanced him and was drying myself before the boat arrived. I made quick eye contact with Lisa.
“Friends.”
“Forever” she answered. Things were good. I noticed that Uncle Mark had stayed in the pond. No doubt happy to get some peace. After everyone dried off we headed up toward the house. We commandeered a table on the deck and went in shifts to fill up our plates. After eating our fill I suggested we shower off and change. As we proceeded to the door we passed near where Mother, Uncle Mark and some other relatives were.
“Mark at these girls age you shouldn’t do anything to encourage their silliness and in some cases worse.”
He shrugged before replying. “Everyone was just having fun and no one did anything inappropriate.”
He was so great and Mom could be so….. impossible sometimes. I showered first but was fast because a lot of girls had to go before the hot water ran out. I was sitting on the bed waiting when Lisa who had also already showered sat next to me.
“Jess you know I didn’t mean anything and I wouldn’t do anything with your Uncle, at least without your permission.”
“It wouldn’t matter anyway. He’s married.”
“He’s married, yeah so. And you know that’s why my parents got divorced.”
I hugged her because I knew it still hurt that her father had moved out and in with that bimbo. She pushed me away after a minute and brushed a tear away before attempting a wan smile. She whispered so no one else could overhear.
“I’m telling you though Jess, he is so hot. When I was riding him in the water I was so pressing against him down there I got all wet.”
“You did not” I hissed at her. I was shocked but also a little turned on. She nodded and smiled back at me.
“And if someone hadn’t pulled me off who knows what could have happened. I might have cum like the little mermaid with her Prince.”
We both had a giggling fit over that one and everyone else stared at us like we were crazy people. After a minute we composed ourselves.
“I’ll tell you this Jessica, tonight before I go to sleep your Uncle will be making an appearance in my fantasies. I’ll use my trusty hairbrush handle as a very inadequate stand in for him.”
I felt my jaw drop from that revelation. “You mean…”
“I plan on playing with myself while thinking of him. There’s no way I’ll be able to sleep without some relief. Not that a hairbrush can equal him but a girl has to do what she can.”
“That is so wrong Lisa, I forbid it” I said. I felt a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach from her confession. I knew I couldn’t really stop her but it bothered me deeply inside somehow. She looked at me and read the pain showing in my eyes.
“Forget about what I said Jess, we won’t discuss it any more. Nothing should come between friends.”
We didn’t talk about it again but I couldn’t stop thinking about things. Around 7:00 P.M. Uncle Mark found me to say good bye. Often when he came he would stay the night but since Aunt Diane was home he was leaving. He took me in his arms and hugged me tight and I locked my arms around him while burying my head against his chest. It felt like heaven to me and I didn’t want to ever let him go. Finally he broke our embrace.
“Don’t worry kid, we’ll see each other soon. It’s not for all that. Happy birthday again, your card from us is with the rest. Make sure you check in it before throwing it away. There might be something in it.”
I smiled at him. He was the only one who could call me kid without me becoming upset. I knew he didn’t mean it as a way of putting me in my place cause I was young but as a term of endearment. I rejoined my girls but I was definitely a little quieter the rest of the night. When people would ask I just said I was tired was all. As the guest of honor I stayed about longer than I felt like, but when my last friend left I said good night to the remaining guests and went to my room.
The words Lisa said whirled through my mind as I got ready for bed. I stripped to my panties before brushing my teeth and hair. I put on my Dad’s old t-shirt I used for pajamas, shut off the light and crawled into bed. I could faintly hear the music and the voices of the remaining people from a distance. Unable to sleep I tossed and turned for a while without luck. Even though I felt tired physically my mind refused to settle down and I knew why.
I pulled my sheet up to my neck and propped the pillows behind my head. Trembling my fingers crept to the bottom of my shirt hem and I inched it up until my breasts were uncovered. My fingers lightly brushed across my nipples sending a jolt of pleasure to my brain. I closed my eyes tight and imagined I wasn’t alone. In my mind it wasn’t my fingers that squeezed my sensitive nipples making me moan. The hands seized my tender and growing breasts roughly and pushed them together.
In my mind I pictured his hands on me, fondling my treasures hungrily. When my little hand burrowed under my panties toward my sex it wasn’t my hand but a larger, stronger male hand. It caressed me, exciting me more than I could alone. It found the crease between my lips and explored there, probing my moist little core. His hand became more demanding, spreading the petals of my flower open to his touch. His other hand now brushed over my silky hair searching for something. When it connected with my clitoris I gasped from delight. I heard his deep voice talking to me.
“Do you like that little Jessica? Does it feel good what I’m doing to you? Bringing you pleasure.”
“Yes it feels soo good” I whimpered.
“Lay back and relax Jessica and let the feeling take you” the familiar voice instructed.
In response I spread my legs wider and put my head back further. The hands continued their relentless motions. A finger was now inside me and was soon followed by a second. The other hand had built up a rhythm circling my button and I got a funny feeling in my tummy. It grew in intensity until I couldn’t take it anymore and then I felt it. My back arched as I felt the world shake around me. For a moment I wasn’t sure if I was dreaming and I really believed he was there with me.
“Uncle Mark” I said reaching out while opening my eyes. Of course that broke the spell and I found myself alone in my bed with a hand between my legs and the other clasping empty air. It had seemed so real for a time but a dream can’t last. My fingers felt sticky as I removed them from down there. So that was the great mystery poets had written about since time immemorial or at least a lesser aspect of it. For a fleeting moment it felt like I was one with the universe. And that was imagining myself with the man I loved. I suspected if it had been him my pleasure would have been greatly multiplied. But I also knew he was a man I could never have. It wasn’t fair and I wanted to scream at the unfairness of it all. However with my orgasm taking the edge off I was soon sound asleep.
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August 27 2008
Work totally sucks!! That assistant manager is such a perv! Not only does he ogle all us cashiers like the dirty old man he is, he’s always finding ways to make it worse. Today he told me to stock the bags on all the checkout lanes and he was like breathing down my neck the whole time. Every time I bent to a storage shelf he was checking out my butt. I know its fabulous (lol) but still. To be honest I’ve seen his wife and I understand him looking some, but show a little class.
Good news-the party is in a few days and He will be coming and spending the night. (Of course she will be here too but I’ll be happy with my crumbs of seeing and being near him. J )
P.S. Rainbows are pretty and mean people suck but not as much as people who steal stories from xnxx.com!
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September 1 2008 Labor Day / September 2 2008
Where do I start? I saw and did things this Labor Day and I am changed for life! I am now a Woman! I became one at sweet sixteen. Technically I turned sixteen in July but I will remember this day more.
First the barbecue on Monday. Mom and Dad threw their annual bash and people came from far and wide for the merriment. (Especially one devastatingly attractive Uncle.)
Since none of my friends could make it I was keeping a low profile. I knew when he arrived but I waited until he was alone and in the house to say hello. He had come into the kitchen to get more ice for the cooler when I ambushed him. Before he could react I launched myself onto him and showered him in kisses. When I finally stopped he laughed at me and then kissed me hello right on the mouth. It was just a quick peck but it made my heart beat faster and my insides even gooier than they were. He retrieved the ice bag and headed for the door.
“Coming Jess?” he called back.
“I’ll be out in a little bit” I replied trying to sound casual. After he left I realized I had to do something to “relax” myself or I wouldn’t be able to sit still. I went into my bathroom and locked the door. Fifteen minutes later my fingers and wicked imagination with an assist from close proximity to my desire had relieved me somewhat. I drifted outside and mostly kept to myself.
I had been drinking a soda sitting under the deck. It was deserted there and yet many people were actually in close proximity to me. There were people on the deck above me talking but I wasn’t paying attention until I heard my Mother’s voice mentioning me. Instantly my ears perked up to hear what she was saying. She was talking to her sister Elaine, my Aunt.
“You know Jessica is very responsible but this new friend of hers, Lindsay, is not a good influence. Totally boy crazy and a little wild. I heard a story from one of the neighbors about her.”
“Well you can’t believe everything you hear” a voice that I recognized as being Aunt Diane said.
“I know that but my source is unimpeachable. This girl Lindsay was behind the 7-11 giving one of the boys who worked there a blowjob.”
I almost dropped my soda when I heard this and some of the women gasped. I had heard this story from Lindsay but she was unaware she had been seen, not that she would care. The girl did what she wanted and to hell with the consequences. There was a babble of voices talking at once when a voice rose above the rest.
“I’m not defending this girl but I wonder who here at that age didn’t do some things they wouldn’t want known or discussed.” It was Mrs. Jackson, one of our neighbors. I was surprised as she is an older lady and a bit stout but she made sense to me and I guess some of the others as things quieted down. But now the conversation turned to sex and I found myself listening almost against my will.
“Her giving blowjobs is something for when she’s young anyway. When she gets older she’ll tire of that. My Ken gets one on his birthday if I’m in the mood and can count himself lucky” I heard my Aunt Elaine say, which was too much information as far as I was concerned and thankfully Kerri hadn’t made it to the barbecue to hear that. There was laughter and general assent when I recognized another voice. It was Aunt Diane, Uncle Mark’s wife.
“I let my husband know before we were married not to be expecting any of that. It’s something I won’t do.
If normal sex with a woman isn’t enough for a man, well I don’t know what to tell him.”
There was a hubbub after that statement when I heard my Mother speak.
“Diane you know I never pry into your marriage but I’m a little surprised. You two have always seemed so passionate together and I’ve heard that from when Mark was young he was always popular with the ladies.”
“Oh we’re passionate I assure you. I just feel a man should be happy with intercourse alone.”
“But don’t you want him to you know, return the favor” another voice said.
“Believe me he does and he’s excellent at it” Aunt Diane replied “but a man should pleasure his wife in all ways without expecting anything in return.”
There was general laughter as well as comments about how they would like to be able to control their men like that. I thought it was terrible of her. From what she said Uncle Mark did everything for her and she wouldn’t extend the same courtesy. I would love for a chance to please him in any way I could.
Lately I had been practicing with some advice from Lindsay. Mostly on things like bananas but one time Lindsay had obtained a willing volunteer for me. It was a guy from school who wasn’t bad looking either which somehow made it easier. He had been blindfolded as I didn’t want him to know it was me. She had directed me and gave me pointers and I had done all right at it. When he came it startled me for a minute but overall it had been a good experience.
I had heard enough and decided to slip away. Passing through the kitchen I liberated a couple of beers while heading out behind the garage. It was a two car garage with a second story that served as a guest loft with a half bath. It was off and beyond the house close to the tree line. Leaning against the back wall I opened a beer and took a swallow. It tasted bitter to me but I slowly continued drinking it down until I finished the whole thing. I opened the second one and took a larger drink from the bottle. I belched and for some reason I thought that was hilarious.
I was feeling very nice by now and I decided to slip back for one more. I tried playing it casual as I ambled toward the back door. Fate was winking at me as I encountered no one on my mission. I could hear the music drifting from the party to my ears. It was coming from an oldies station playing on the radio. Like the wind (in my own mind) I passed back towards the garage. I sat on a garbage can and put the bottle between my legs.
Faintly the music carried back to me like a distant echo from the past. I could hear two voices singing in tandem about love denied.
“Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream
Dream, dream, dream, dream
Dream, Dream
Whenever I want you, all I have to do is dream.”
That was the problem I realized. All I could do was dream but it made things worse instead of better. Because when Morpheus left all I had were phantasms. Laughing silently I chided myself. I was too young to be so morose, it’s not like I was some Goth girl wearing black lipstick smoking clove cigarettes. I lifted the bottle to my lips and drank. I had just climbed down from my perch when I froze. It was the sound of voices approaching my hidden sanctuary that startled me. There were two of them and I recognized both.
“Isn’t it a little early to leave the party for bed?” I heard Uncle Mark say.
“Only if we’re going to sleep and that’s the last thing on my mind” Aunt Diane slurred in reply.
I crouched down low and peered around the corner of the garage. They were standing about twenty feet from me in front of the building. Aunt Diane weaved slightly as she stepped up to embrace him. His muscular arm steadied her as he leaned down and kissed her hungry mouth. She responded eagerly and her hands reached around and grabbed his ass through his jeans. While they kissed Aunt Diane was grinding her pelvis against his slowly in a circular motion. Uncle Mark nibbled at her neck and I could hear her moan in response. As he continued she threw her head back, her auburn hair falling to her shoulders.
“Mark I can’t wait much longer. Lets get upstairs or you’ll have to take me out here where anyone can see.”
Uncle Mark bent down and scooped her onto his shoulder and started off toward the door. Unable to stop myself I crept after them. The garage door was open and I slipped inside. I could see them climbing the stairs and Uncle Mark slapped her skirt covered ass making her laugh. From the foot of the stairs I waited and watched until I saw a light go on upstairs. Downing the rest of my beer for courage I started to tiptoe up the stairs. I avoided the fourth step as I knew it squeaked. I bent down low as I neared the top of the staircase to minimize the chance of being seen. The murmur of voices came to me as I cautiously inched forward. The sight that met my eyes transfixed me. The second floor was an open loft and had a window in both the front and back wall. The bed and nightstand were by the front window and the half bath was located in the left back corner. There were three round pillars that held up the roof beams running down the center of the room and a rustic chandelier provided the illumination.
There at the pillar nearest the bed was Aunt Diane. She stood with her back against the pillar and her eyes closed. Her long, breezy summer skirt she held raised above her waist and one leg was lifted up and being supported by Uncle Mark’s shoulder as he knelt on the floor in front of her with his face buried between her legs. I could tell from his movement that he was licking her sex. Aunt Diane was making low, little moans of pleasure.
I was fascinated by this tableau. I’d seen sex scenes on the internet and once walked in while my brother and his girlfriend were getting busy in the living room one night but neither was like this. I could already faintly smell the odor of sex wafting with the breeze entering the window. One of her hands was stroking his short, dark hair as he continued to pleasure her. Before I realized it my hand had worked its way into my shorts and begun to stroke my wet little slit. I was rubbing furiously trying to catch up as I had started late.
Aunt Diane’s moans were becoming louder and more frequent now. This seemed to spur Uncle Mark on to greater lengths himself. His head was moving in a side to side motion and his left hand reached up and felt her breast through the clothing. I heard her gasp and call out “Yes Mark oh yes” before becoming a wordless moan.
My fingers pinched my clit as I joined my Aunt in orgasmic bliss. I saw Uncle Mark turn his head sideways and give Aunt Diane a love bite on her upper thigh provoking another moan from her throat. He then gently lifted and lowered her leg to the ground and stood. First he swooped in and bestowed a slow kiss to her lips before lifting her like a rag doll and carrying her to the bed. He carefully placed her down then removed his shirt and started to work down his jeans. I quietly and carefully adjusted my perch on the top stairs so I could obtain a better view.
Uncle Mark was nude now, a chiseled work of art, his back to me though at a somewhat sideways angle. Aunt Diane stood and joined him now and they embraced. She was as nude as him except for the strappy sandals still on her feet. He broke the kiss and turned her toward the bed and pushed her back down so that she was bent at the waist. Her hands pressed into the mattress and her breasts hung down. They appeared larger than I expected but she always did dress modestly.
I saw his hand go between her legs and after satisfying himself of something then reach between his own legs. He stepped forward driving his hard length into her with authority. She and I both gasped in unison although luckily for me hers drowned out the sound of mine.
Uncle Mark grabbed her hips and began to pound her. The sound of flesh meeting as their bodies collided filled the loft. Aunt Diane obviously loved it as she let loose with a series of moans intermixed with occasional profanity. Personally I was shocked by the language she used in private. She had always seemed corporate and staid to me but one never knows.
“Give it to me baby, fuck me hard! Fill me with your cock baby. That’s it don’t stop.”
He wasn’t stopping that was for sure. Aunt Diane’s breasts swayed back and forth in time with their coupling. He continued to fuck her hard without slowing for a couple of minutes when he abruptly ceased all movement.
“Come on Diane fuck me back” he ordered while giving her a slap across her ass. I saw her push her ass back into him and she was rewarded with another slap. She increased the tempo of her hips to a fast clip bringing Uncle Mark pleasure judging by his moans. He reached out and seized her arms right above her elbows and lifted them up and behind her back. He then began thrusting again making her torso fall forward until her head was resting on the bed. Aunt Diane was making little unintelligible sounds as he continued to slide in and out of her.
From my lower vantage point I could see between his legs as his erection slid in her. Even from this distance I could see her moisture on them both. Uncle Mark’s breathing became more rapid and he seemed to speed up his rhythm. He gave a few more rapid thrusts and then his body stiffened and I saw all his muscles tense.
“Oh fuck, I’m cumming” he gasped.
Her response was instantaneous “Yes fill me up baby, that’s it.”
Slowly they sank onto the bed. I realized I hadn’t breathed during his orgasm and I resumed my breathing again. I was trembling from desire from what I had just seen. I felt myself positively dripping. I saw Uncle Mark stand and roll Aunt Diane onto her side by the edge of the bed. He pushed her knees up towards her chest and positioned himself behind her, resting one knee on the bed and the foot from his other leg on the floor. I saw Uncle Mark’s cock was still hard. Aunt Diane had called it that and it seemed to fit better than penis (which I learned in health class) or dick (what I heard my brother and his friends use). It seemed proud like a rooster.
Well he then took his cock in hand and began to put it into Aunt Diane again. As he slid in she moaned appreciatively. Realizing they were going for a second round I unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down and off my legs. I pulled my panties to the side exposing my pussy. I then took the beer bottle and started to slide it against my soaked lips, running it back and forth. Looking at them again I saw Uncle Mark was going nice and slow now, putting it all the way in before pulling almost out.
He lifted one of her legs up to his shoulder and began to kiss it causing a gasp from Aunt Diane. Uncle Mark then reached his hand down and began to caress her clit all the while continuing to pump his hips steadily. I increased the speed of the bottle on the outside of my lips while wishing it was something as hard but much warmer there. Aunt Diane was making a series of low steady moans and I saw her place her hand on top of his as it continued its circular movement.
Sensing her needs Uncle Mark started thrusting faster and harder while still manipulating her clit with his hand.
“Yes, yes oh God I’m cumming again” Aunt Diane screamed and her body started shaking. He just kept going without slowing down in the slightest. She seemed to be in a daze lying there with her eyes and mouth open wide. Finally she recovered enough to reach her hand up and stroke his face gently. That little touch was enough though. I saw his body stiffen again and he pulled out from her. His cock started shooting onto her breasts and belly and seeing this pushed me over the edge as well. I came so hard that for a few seconds everything went dark. When I opened my eyes again they were both on their sides, him behind her with his now deflating cock between her legs.
Realizing my precarious position of being on the stairs partially undressed and visible from above or below I slowly started to work my way down the steps. When I was halfway down I pulled my shorts back on reluctantly when all I wanted to do was strip down and have him do those things to my virginal body. I continued down to the bottom and crept outside noiselessly. My orgasms had done nothing to reduce my ardor but had only increased it. Not feeling sleepy and not wanting to rejoin the party I put the now sticky necked bottle in the garbage and started walking down the driveway toward the road. I was hoping that a brisk walk might clear my head and tire me out.
I started off at a rapid pace on the edge of the road. From my house I could still hear the sounds of the remaining partygoers. By this time of the night there was no traffic along the road. It was a country road that only served our house, a few neighbors’ houses and a summer lakefront community at the end. There were only a few clouds in the night sky and the stars were shining but the celestial beauty did little for me.
I was still very horny and worse for me was that my mind was replaying the events from the loft. How he repeatedly pleasured her when it should have been me. The way he knelt at her feet licking her sex even though she wouldn’t return the favor. The way she had him every day and night and I never could. I wanted to scream out that the universe was unfair when a sudden voice broke my soliloquy.
“Hey Jessica how are you doing?” a pleasant voice spoke.
Startled I looked up and saw a figure astride a bicycle on the far side of the road. It was Jimmy Thomson a boy a year older than me who came to the area every summer. His family owned one of the lakefront homes down the road. His parents were friendly with mine and I was surprised they weren’t at the party.
“Hi Jimmy” I replied “what are you doing here?”
“My parents had to go to my Grandma’s house unexpectedly to take care of something. That’s why they weren’t at your parents’ party. I stayed here because school starts later this week so I’m enjoying my last days of freedom and I had nothing to do so I went for a ride. What about you?”
“Yeah I was bored you know, so I walked” I said with a shrug.
I started to walk again and Jimmy pedaled alongside me. Jimmy was alright. He wasn’t bad looking, not gorgeous or anything but not bad. He wasn’t fat or skinny either he was average, certainly no hard body. One time last year we had made out at my friend Britney’s pool party and it was ok. It didn’t give me goosebumps but at least he didn’t grope me or anything. Maybe it was the three beers or that I was horny although at best those are only part of the reason for what I said next.
“Hey you said your parents aren’t home. Do you want to go hang out there?”
He looked surprised by my offer but he quickly accepted. From there it was preordained what would happen. When we got there I asked if he had any beer. Jimmy looked nervous but came back with two. We sat on the couch while we drank them. He did the old stretch to get his arm around my shoulder and I had to fight to keep from laughing. But when he started to kiss me I shocked him with my response. I practically attacked him kissing back with a passion I didn’t know was in me. When I put my hand in his crotch and started feeling around he almost jumped.
In under five minutes the only thing I had on was my sneakers and bra. Jimmy’s shirt was still on but his pants were around his knees and wasting no time he was clumsily trying to put his small thing inside me. I reached down and guided him to my virgin entrance which was still wet. He pushed forward making me a full fledged woman. The pain wasn’t bad cause when I was young I had done a lot of gymnastics and after a few rough exercises on the beam my hymen was partially torn anyway. Once Jimmy was in me he made a few awkward thrusts and then I felt him stiffen his whole body.
“No Jimmy not in me” I yelled but he was oblivious in the throes of his orgasm. Only after I hit him a couple of times did he become aware and manage to pull out with his thing still dripping cum, I can’t call it a cock after seeing a real one.
We sat there a little while with neither of us knowing what to say. I just wanted to cry but I knew it was me who had messed up. I sat up and started to get dressed. He asked if he could do anything for me and I just gave him a cold stare. I was mad more at myself but I wasn’t in the mood. When I finished dressing I stood up.
“Jessica do you want me to walk you home?” he asked.
“No but you can do me a favor Jimmy. If you want to tell your friends back home that you bagged some country girl go ahead if you don’t tell them my real name but promise me you won’t say anything around here ever.”
“I promise Jessica and I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about, I’m the jerk not you. Really you’re a nice guy” I said as I didn’t need to hurt or confuse him further.
As I walked back home I could feel Jimmy’s cum oozing out of me. When I reached home I went straight to bed and I didn’t leave my room until I knew that Uncle Mark had driven home. After everything that had happened last night I couldn’t bear to look at him. I would see him in my dreams soon enough.
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The Nervouse Game

This is my first story yall. Constructive criticism is wellcome, but don’t be an asshole about it. Hope you enjoy as much as I did ;-).

Love for the Game

My childhood was a constant struggle of up and downs, being anything but ordinary. Never meeting my father who had left my mother and I, and my mother who was my whole world, died of cancer when I was only five years old. At the age of five, with nobody willing to take me into their homes, I was put into the system and was placed in a foster home. Moving into a a overly average 5000 square foot house that was secluded from others, occupied by a married couple and a daughter a year younger than me, I began my life in the city of Benham, Kentucky where the population barely exceeded 530.
Rick, my foster dad, a retired professional basketball player, was now the varsity basketball coach for the local high school team. Since he wasn’t blessed with a son, he ingrained in me the fundamentals of basketball. Teaching me how to dribble, perform a correct jump-shot, and maintaining a formidable defense. After many years of training, playing on a wide-range of teams, and traveling to many major cities for training camps,I began to sneak upon my freshman year where I attend the high school my foster dad coached.
The next year, I was a freshman, matriculating into the same high school my foster father both taught and coached at. By now I had hit my growth spurt and stood at six foot six and weighed approxiametely two hundred and ten pounds. It was prominent, as the son of the coach and hardcore training over many years, I would be playing basketball. Coaching twenty years at a perrenial losing school and obtaining two potientallly star quality players , my foster dad began to develop and new system for the varsity team. Since I wasn’t going to be playing any games my freshman year, Rick put me on a rigid weight lifting program and provided me with the essential supplements for my success. Not seeing any playing time my freshman year, I focused my attention on lifting weights, and if I was not working on fundamentals in basketball, I was spending every free moment in the weight room and using the weights to help me build more muscle. Initially my weight had dropped to a low of one hundred ninety pounds, but it slowly came back. By time freshman year was ending, I was back to my normal two hundred ten pounds, but now very little fat was visible on my body. I was bigger, leaner , and much quicker after just a year of being in the program. During the summer that year, My dad had paid for me to go join a summer basketball camp at University of Kentucky. Being a former University of Kentucky student athlete graduate, my dad had many colleagues and buddies who coached or were trainers for the sports teams. There I met a old college buddy of my father, who had played basketball with him and there I began my workout. Rick already had plans that as a sophomore, I would start at the small forward position along with the other guy, Blake, the point guard, the other potential star that came into the high school with me.
By time my sophomore year rolled around, people began taking notice on me. Girls who had once never looked towards my direction, were now taking second, longer looks and often smiling at me. I walked past my foster sister, Emily, and her friends and overheard one of her friends mentioning how muscular and hot I became. As nice as it was to receive attention i had not had before, my main focus was basketball and I had to remove those thoughts from my mind. After many workouts during the next couple of months, not to much longer the winter season came around and along with it came basketball season. Not really worried about not making varsity since I made it last year, I still worked to the extreme extent just in case they got a couple of decent recruits or transfer students. Everyday after practice, I would make my way to a newly built, secluded health club called Fitness and finesse. My first day there I was shocked to see , Blake, our starting point guard, there working out by himself. Seeing as we were teammates I offered to workout with him and ever since we had been working out together both in the club’s basketball court and weight room, developing good chemistry with each other.
Even though I tried to be oblivious to my surroundings if it was not related to basketball, but no matter how hard I tried I always seem my eyes always seemed to fixate themselves on Cara, one of Emily’s friends, and a competitor with Emily for prettiest girl in our year. She was in all of my classes this year and although we did not talk often, she still sat beside me in some of my classes. Saying she was beautiful would be an understatement. She stood close to six foot two and was the co-captain of both the varsity basketball and varsity volleyball team. She had an amazingly fit, enticing athletic body for a modest sixteen year old. Her facial features were a sight to behold, she could have put any famous super model to shame, her golden skin smooth, her large deep cool gray eyes, and dirty blonde hair that stopped just below her shoulders.
Around this time, we were having a hardcore practice a week before our first game and then injuries began to play games with me. When I was going to collect a rebound, I landed awkwardly and later found out I had rolled my ankle. This injury put me in a ankle brace for about eight weeks, and would end my sophomore season before it even started. Since he wanted me healthy for the next year, Rick had me sit and heal for the whole year. Since my injury, I had been working out light to maintain my body build and not let any muscle turn into fat. By the end of my sophomore year I had grown to six foot eight.
Early next year, Rick stepped into my room. He wore his stern “coach” face, and I knew this would be one of his many famous coach speeches. He sat at the edge of the bed and pondered about what to say.
“Son I want you to know, in order for this team to win more games, we need you on the court and healthy. Blake can’t play every team by himself he needs help from another star,” he explained.
“I understand, I’ll do my best,” I replied.
Since my injury had healed, once again I was back on my regiment training program at the health club, working on the fundamentals and weight lifting with Blake. I was going into my junior season and since I had sat out my freshman year and was injured during my sophomore year, I was determined to make a my debut this year. As of right now, I was now six foot eight, and two hundred twenty pounds. Since football season was coming to an end, we still had a month until our season started so we had work outs everyday after school from two to four. After three weeks of work outs, my verticle, speed, size , and basketball IQ were the talk of the school. Going one on one with our centers, small forwards, and power forwards, I dominated them all with ease, including the seniors. It came to the attention of a reporter who worked at UKP, a local news station, who was in charge of the sports section. Coming by the house, we had an thirty minute interview that was showed on the Friday night sports segment on UKP. Coming back from the weekend break, I was a celebrity at school, getting high-fives, chest bumps, and many jokes on my half of being nervous during my interview.
As a junior, my school was tried their best to put into our heads about our future, so I took an AP class on account of “preparation”. I grabbed a seat in the back hoping to keep myself out of view. I was a extremely good student, rarely having to study since I was blessed with the gift of a photographic memory. By now I was now the talk of the school, and as the local news station described me, the savior grace of Blaine High and the best player that the school has had since its first days. I had never dated any girls from school, in fact I barely had the time for anything social the only person I really associated with was Blake. But sitting next to me was the basketball,volleyball all-star was Cara. She was a girl in the “in-crowd” along with my foster sister , Emily, who seemed to be the center of attention and dictated how the school was ran. I had only spoken to her a few times when she would spend a night with Emily,but it we only exchanged a greeting and an occasional conversation about basketball. As she sat down next to me, I couldn’t help but glance at her, only to be caught by her and recieved a angelic smile. It began difficult to focus in class, as my mind began to wonder. Soon the bell rang and I was off to workouts.
After another month of school, our football team won the state championship as they were lead to victory by our quarterback,Phil Micheals, who was a top college prospect. Now we we upon the arrival of the basketball season. On Friday, the season started against our town rivals and past state champions, Winchester High. They were a highly skilled and depended heavly on their championship defense, led by their seven foot star center, Joe Edwards. This would be my first game as a starter, I had been waiting for this debut for the past three years. By time I was on the court, I silenced everything from my mind, but Blake and the sound of the ball dribbling. My goal was to score, get into their heads, and shut down Joe. It was only the half time, but we had a 41-39 lead on the State Champions. With my ability to score, the elite, precision passes and driving skills by Blake, we had them on their heels wondering how we had gotten so good. Coach had me and Blake sit out the third quarter to rest and I had to watch as Joe and his team turned the tides and took a 62-43 lead going into the fourth quarter. Coming back into the game in the fourth quarter, me and Blake’s chemistry exploded as we were throwing alley oops, behind the back passes, and set each other for three-point shots. Much to the chagrin of Winchester, they watched as their lead diminished from 62-43 to 65-63. Only making a three pointer off a bad defense play that left their shooting guard wide open. With 10 seconds left in the fourth quarter, the ball was back in my hands and I was at the the top of the key with their small forward guarding me. 10,9,8,7,6, I hit a quick double crossover on him easily getting past him, and spun on the incoming defender trying to help his teammate. 5,4,3,2,1. With the clock dwindling down on my way to the lane to make this game go into OT, I came face to face with Joe, who stood ready to block me at all cost, the star players going head to head. Coming to a stop, I pumped a jumpshot that got Joe into the air, and leaning into him, I through up a shot that miraculously went in, and earned a free shot as Joe was called for the foul. The crowd was silent as I stood at the line. Growing up, Rick told me free throws decide a game, so I was often practicing them. Bouncing the ball three times, flipping the ball in the palm of my hand, I bent my knees and let the ball soar towards the basket and watched as it hit the back of the net and signaled our victory. The crowd erupted into a deafening sign of applause and cheers as we took the win from the State Champions. I earned a few high fives from the guys, a fist bump from Blake, and a rare smile from Rick.
We were off on the right track. I had a decent game finishing with a double-double with twenty-six points, 10 rebounds, a block, and three steals. The newstation was kind to me the next day, calling me Saint Jay, the man who let his hand show his team the way to victory over the state champs. I stayed home on Sunday to rest and invited Blake over for some video games. The next day at school, I recieved applaused in my classes. Cara turned to me in class and congratulated me on a great game and told me she had enjoyed watching me play. Giving her a small nod, I thanked her.
We won our next four games by large margins, The teams were seeing a whole new Blaine basketball team that was dominating anybody they played. I continued to average a double-double with twenty plus points and ten plus rebounds per game. I was just getting home from the health club when Emily walked into my room.
“Someone I know has been talking about you lately and is often hinting that she wants you to ask her out,” Emily told me.
“Really? Someone told you about me?” I asked.
“Uh-huh, you interested in a date?” she asked a smile forming on her lips.
“Depends, who is she?”
“Well she’s very pretty, smart athletic, my friend and really likes you.” She replied ” She sits next to you in your AP World History class.”
“Cara?” I asked a little too eagerly.
“Bingo!” she smiled widely.
I looked at Emily like she was crazy. I didn’t really believe her because she would often try to play tricks on me so I quickly found out not to apprehend what she tells me. She went on to tell me, that Cara had wondered why I never spoke to her, was it because I already had a girlfriend. Knowing me to be oblivious to anything but basketball, Cara told her no , that my mind was just on basketball.
I thought about it the next couple of days, but my mind was on our back to back games on Thursday and Friday night. We played and beat a easy team on Thursday, but tonight we played against the runner ups of last year’s state championship, a certain playoff contender. This was of course another must win game to help boost our morale. My mind was completely focused on the game.
“Hey Devon, what are you doing after the game?” Cara asked approaching me.
“Just going home and resting,” I replied.
“Oh, well a friend of mine is having a party after a game, and since Emily was going with Brandon, would you like to…. you go…with me,” She said nervously.
“Sorry, I’m not the kind of guy to party,” I said quietly.
“Yeah I know, Cara told me all you think about is basketball, but I figured I should ask anyway,” she replied.
She seemed really disappointed and I thought back to what Emily had told me earlier. Before she could leave the classroom, I grabbed her hand.
“You going to the game tonight?”, I asked.
“Wouldn’t miss it, and neither will the rest of the student body,” she beamed.
“Lets see what happens after the game,” I told her.
She smiled instantly. “Okay!”
As we entered the court of the opposing team, we were instantly booed, letting us know we were not wanted here. Playing many years of basketball, I learn to drown out the noise of the crowd as they were irrelevant, however it is always better to know they are cheering for you. The home team’s starting lineup was called up, receiving applause from their crowd. Then in a disturbed tone, they named our starting line up, receiving repetitive boos.
We lined up at the center of the court, waiting for the opening tip. With the ball in the air, our center quickly tipped the ball to the back court towards Blake, who picked up the ball and through a pass to me while I was running in a open lane, easily scoring. Me and Blake went to work quickly at the beginning of the game, using our provided chemistry to use a bunch of maneuvers and passes to break down their defense. We were had a good eleven point lead of 28-17, at the end of the first quarter.
In the second half they tried bringing two people to guard me instead of one. I figured I’d see this happen eventually, so I was always prepared for this. We performed a three man weave with our teammate,James, the shooting guard. Blake passes to me, then I to James, James back to Blake, Blake to James, and me for the cut in to the lane for a score. This method was only effective enough to bring the lead up by six points. Everytime I got the ball they would bring to people on me, so I would have to pass it to the open man for assists. We went up to a 72-46 lead at the end of the third quarter. Coach Rick to the starters out the game in the fourth quarter to let the second string get playing time. We never relinquished the lead ending the game 84-68. I finished the game with twenty points, seven rebounds, and a career high of fourteen assists. Looking around, I found Cara standing with Emily and I guess the guy she was taking to the party, Brandon. She smiled and waved me over when she saw me.
“Hey Devon, nice game today,” she said.
“Thanks, it was a much needed win, now we can continue our undefeated season,” I replied.
“You want to go to the party?” SHe asked
“Actually, how about I take you to dinner instead?” I asked.
“Sure!” she replied.
“Good, can you wait until I take a shower and get changed.?”, I asked.
“Yes I’ll meet you in the parking lot,” she told me.
I walked into the locker room, jumped into the shower, satisfied with my now fresh scent, I got out and put my clothes on. Packing my game shoes, shorts, and jersey in my bag, I headed to the parking lot.
We walked over to my camaro. There was a few good things about having a former professional basketball player as a foster dad. Tossing my bag in the backseat, I opened Cara’s door for her, then walked to my side and got in the drivers seat. I was taking her to a new five-star resturant that just opened up a mile from where we were.
“Do you have a curfew?” I asked her.
“No, My parents trust me,” She replied.
We had a really good time, she ordered a roundhouse steak, and I just got a burger and fries. We talked about what I planned to do after high school, what college I was thinking about going to, where I was born, and just things about myself. Looking at my watch, I had noticed we had been in the resturant “for an hour and a half.
“You ready to leave?”, I asked her.
“Yes,” she replied.
Paying for the dineer, I slipped a ten dollar tip and we headed for my car. I drove her to her house, got out and opened her door for her. She told me she had a great night. STanding on her tippy toes, she gave me a quick peck on the lips before hurring inside her house.
We easily won our next nine games by a margin of twenty or more, our dynamic offense being the deciding factor. We held all of our teams under fifty while we managed to score more than eighty each game; breaching the hundred point mark twice. Rick was getting calls from recruiters asking him what college I planned on attending. He kept all options open by telling them all that it was my decision after all.It was quite ordinary to see me on the news as it was always how many great plays I made that kept our undefeated season alive.
Ever since the night we had dinner after the game, me and Cara dated many times over the past couple of weeks, going out to eat, movies, and eventually her dragging me to a party. Soon, I found myself looking forward to spending time with her. She helped take my mind off everything and give me a chance to live my teenage life. We began kissing, which gradually turned into making out, but it never went further than that. Rick instilled into me to be a gentleman and always wait for the lady.
We were playing the worst team in our division, they were winless in and out of the division. This was the last game before spring fling the following week that was a week of games back to back to back and so forth. The game was followed by the annual spring dance. Spring break was only two weeks away.
It was a blowout , by halftime I had thirty-two points , sixteen rebounds, seven steals, and three blocks setting the school record for points , rebounds, and steals. The score was a easy 74-12. As in not to embarass them, Coach sat us out the second half, and we watched as our secondary team, pushed the lead to 114-42 by the end of the game. After the game I walked to locker room, showered, changed, and went to the cafteria where the dance was being held.
I arrived at the dance ten minutes late. I was greeted with applause from everybody as I entered the cafeteria. Looking around, I found Cara in the corner standing with Emily and her boyfriend, Brandon. Seeing as I finally made it, she came rushing into my arms.
“Hey big shot, great game even though you only played one half,” she exclaimed.
“Thank you,” I replied.
A repitive tap on the mic caught everybody’s attention. Everybody turned towards the stage where our student council president, Leslie, struggled to turn the mike on. Banging on the microphone, resorted to a high screeching, that made everybody cover ther ears. After a couple of seconds, she got it working.
“Hey everybody and welcome to the Spring Dance !” she shouted into the microphone.
This earned a applause from the students.
“As you may know the results are in for Spring Fling Court.” She turned to where the band was playing. “Drum roll please.”
The drummer began a slow drum roll.
“Our Spring Fling King is….,” she paused to let the suspense in the air.” Devon Valentine!”
Everybody immediately turned to look at me. They began to clap enthusically. I held my head down in shyness and was gonna stand there had Cara not pushed me forward towards the stage. Walking up the stage, I stood next to Leslie who placed the crown on my head.
“Now for Spring Fling Queen…” She paused again to add the same suspense as earlier.”Please welcome to the stage, Miss Cara Robinson.”
Now it was her turn to blush, and act shy. Emily gave her a little nudge that caused her to make her way to the stage. She made her way to stand next to Leslie who placed the crown atop of her head.
“Now please congralute the Spring Fling Court!” she shouted. “May you guys take the honor of first dance.”
We recieved applause. I led her down the steps and onto the dance floor. Placing my hands on her waist while she locked her arms around my neck, we began a slow dance. Soon the other couples took our lead , and we were surrounded by dancing couples.
We spent the rest of the night dancing, especially to the slow songs. I loved how Cara’s body fit into mine. The warmth her body gave off onto my own. The band left around midnight, and everybody began to go home. I took Cara home, ending our night with a kiss.

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Cumlord Stories: School Orientation – Part 2

The second story detailing the Cumlord’s first visit to De Sade Secondary, in which he first meets the girls of Class 2A. This is a story written by an adult for consumption by other adults. How you respond to the content within is up to you.