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The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.

It contains frank and sexually explicit material. If you do not want to read of such things, or if it is against the laws of the area you are in, then please do not read it.

Transmitter’s Note:  I recovered this ‘Odyssey’ from the hard drive of my late Uncle Joe’s computer.  It was written using an obsolete word processing program and it has required considerable effort and time during the past year or so to reconstruct my uncle’s story.  A few chapters still resist reconstruction.  It is presented in his text as a true story.  I can’t vouch for that but I know well the village where he grew up and I can connect the names he mentions to people I know there (Sometimes I’ve altered the names to avoid embarrassment in the unlikely case that someone connects this tale to the village of origin.).  Needless to say, I haven’t asked any of them for confirmation.  I don’t know them well enough for that. Comments from readers will be appreciated and where possible, acknowledged.  Enjoy.

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My chronicle bears a cursory resemblance to 'My Secret Life' and other Victorian publications but the time frame of the story is more or less contemporary, beginning in the 1950’s. The events I've described herein are based on real experiences but, because of vanity and an imperfect memory, there is some embellishment of the dialogue and descriptions. Perhaps some day somebody will make my lustful (and lust-filled) chronicle available to other lechers in this great world.

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Chapter One

Blind Man's Bluff\

(How my non- solo sex life started)

There was a late August chill in the air that afternoon but we didn't notice it as we played boisterously on the lawn. I felt somewhat uncomfortable playing 'blindman's bluff' (or is it 'buff'?) because I was eleven years old but Eileen was playing too and she was half a year older.

Actually, I'd never liked the game much until that summer. I'm not even sure the game we played was blindman's buff (bluff or whatever) but the way we played it was always fun for me when I was 'it'.

The lawn where we played was almost next door to my home but on the opposite side of the road. It was a fairly large, grassy expanse broken by many mature shrubs, lilacs and the like. That day there were five of us playing, Eileen, Shirley, her sister who was about a year younger, their seven year old brother and one other boy whose names I forget. Remember, this was many years ago and the boys are incidental to my story.

The rules of our game were simple. The person who was 'it' was blindfolded and he or she had to 'find' and identify one of the other players who would then become 'it'. Our usual hiding places were in the shrubs on the lawn and the lilacs were the favourite locations because they were large with little tunnel-like passages from years of having kids crawling through them.

Finding someone was more difficult than identifying them because of the variation in size and sex of the players. Nonetheless, it was the 'identifying' part of the game that I liked. And I cheated when I was 'it'. I don't know if the others noticed but I never found the boys. Most of the time, it was Eileen but sometimes I'd find Shirley.

"Yer always it, Joe. That's not fair!" one of the boys complained as I put on the blindfold.

"That's not true" I protested, and I was right. Eileen and her sister were 'it' a lot, also, although only seldom were the boys 'it'. I guess I may not have been the only one who cheated because Eileen always found me but Shirley sometimes found someone else.

As I said, 'finding' was not the most fun. 'Identifying' was better because the only way to do that was by touch. I'd discovered, at the beginning of the summer, that I could do things blindfolded that I'd never have been allowed to do otherwise. (That may not be correct, but at that time I thought it was.)

My technique was simple. I was able to peek under the blindfold and see where the others hid. Then I would select my target, usually Eileen but sometimes Shirley, and blindly stumble to her location. Eileen, for sure and maybe even Shirley must have known what I was doing because it was the same each time. First I'd grab an ankle and then find her face. With one hand I'd examine her face while my other hand would go to her chest and, sometimes, between her legs. Then I'd announce the name of whom I'd found.

When Eileen was 'it' she usually stumbled to the same place that I did, the big lilac. It never dawned on me that she might be cheating the same way as I but, in retrospect, she likely did. Since I was a lot bigger than the other boys who played with us, she could have made identification just by that characteristic alone but every time I would watch excitedly as her hand made its way between my legs. And, every time, she'd find the same thing. My penis would be hard. And, by the end of the summer, she'd begun to give it a little squeeze, something like the way I'd squeeze her rapidly developing breasts.

I'd peeked under my blindfold and seen Eileen crawling into the biggest lilac, her cute, round bum wriggling as, on hands and knees, she moved forward. Once she looked back over her shoulder at me, as if she was making sure I saw where she went. I counted to one hundred and then, even though I was checking my course by peeking under the edge of the blindfold, I stumbled around, pretending I couldn't see.

Shirley was under a widespreading shrub of some kind and, so I wouldn't be too obvious in selecting Eileen as my target, I blundered into the shrub and got down on my hands and knees. I fumbled around as if trying to find someone but, by peeking, I was able to avoid touching the cute youngster. Once, when my hand was only a few inches from her ankle, I saw her move her foot closer as if asking me to find her. I wanted it to be Eileen this time so I avoided the offered ankle and got out from under the branches.

Getting to my feet again, I continued my apparently blundering course, hands out in front of me so I wouldn't run into anything, until I reached the big lilac. There were several of the little tunnel-like passages in the ancient shrub and, for my first try, I chose one of those that Eileen hadn't used.

I could hear childish giggles from the boys and was satisfied that my ruse was still successful. I backed out of the passage and, still on my hands and knees I crawled into the passage where Eileen had gone.

I lifted my head as a branch scratched my chin and I was able to see the girl. She was sitting, leaning back with her arms outstretched at an angle behind her, supporting herself with her hands. Her legs were apart, the light fabric of her skirt falling between them and clearly outlining their plump roundness right up to the mysterious vee at the juncture of her thighs and her hips. Even with the blindfold, I could see how her blouse bulged out in front as, like her skirt below, it molded to her body and showed off her developing bosom.

As I crawled forward, leaves tickled my nose and an occasional dead branch dug into me but I was not deterred. I had one thing only on my mind and that was to get my hands on the girl's nubile body.

It didn't take long to reach her because she was only in about six feet from the periphery of the shrub. I placed one hand on the ground between her knees, just below the hem of her skirt, which had ridden up to mid-thigh. Then I paused as if wondering if this was another wild goose chase. I scratched my nose with my other hand and managed to displace the blindfold enough that I could see my chosen prey better without making it too obvious.

Eileen looked tense, her red lips pursed, her eyelids only half open. What would she do if I reached under her skirt? The thought of that produced a strange feeling in my belly and then I made my move. I moved my hand forward and up, the back of my hand coming under the hem of her skirt as I seemed to lose my balance. To prevent myself from falling, or at least that's what I wanted it to look like, I put that hand down again only this time it came down on her body, at the juncture of her thighs.

"Oh...sorry" I said apologetically as I felt the incredible softness of her secret place. It felt hot, even through her panties, and I kept my hand there, savouring the forbidden intimacy but expecting her to push my hand away at any moment.

"Hee Hee" I heard her strained little giggle but she didn't move.

"I know you're either Shirley or Eileen" I said softly, moving my fingers on her pussy, investigating the pulpy softness as much as I could through her panties. Why wasn't she trying to stop me? Did she like being touched there? I didn't understand but, emboldened by my success, I moved my other hand upward across her belly until I felt the swell of her pubescent breasts. I cupped one of the round, firm mounds and squeezed it, puzzled by the projection of the hard nipple against my palm.

"It's Eileen, isn't it?" I asked in a choked voice while I rubbed the pliant flesh mound. She wasn't smiling but instead had an intense look on her face as if she wanted something real bad and it seemed like she was pushing her pussy against my hand.

"Uh huh. I guess you got me." Her reply sounded as strained as my question but she still didn't try to move away. I didn't know what was happening. She had to know I was doing this on purpose and not by accident like I'd always made the other times appear. And I'd never touched her for so long before. After what seemed like a blissful eternity but likely after only a few seconds, I reluctantly took my hands away from her body and announced to the others that I'd found Eileen.

"Hey, Eileen. C'mere." We heard the voice as soon as we crawled out from under the lilac.

Darn. It was Robert again. Quite a few times since school ended the sixteen year old had interrupted our play.

"Uh...OK" she replied as she looked over to where the older boy was standing in the driveway.

"I'll be back in a little while, Joey", she whispered to me, "He wants to get some ice from the icehouse. We'll just be a few minutes."

Her family cut ice from the lake in winter and sold it in the summer. There was a small building beside their barn where they stored the blocks of ice, insulating it with sawdust. Usually, by this time of year, the ice had either been sold or had melted so I was surprised that Robert wanted any. I watched, hurt and disappointed, as they walked to the icehouse and entered. I wondered why they closed the door behind them.

"I'm going home" I announced to the remaining children.

"Awww Joey? We can still play, can't we?" Shirley protested. Maybe if I’d stayed longer that day things might have happened differently?  Like Eileen, nine-year-old Shirley always kept her legs apart when I was in the process of identification and she never complained when I took longer than necessary before announcing that I'd found her.

"Naww...it's no fun with only four of us." And I left.

Much of my play that year was solitary and my favourite location was in the loft of my father's shed. It was quite large, about twenty by thirty feet, and cluttered with old, musty items that he stored there.

I had also accumulated my own items, mainly cardboard cartons that I'd arranged in the form of an aircraft fuselage. At least, in my active imagination, that's what it was. There was a war on and I expected, when I was older, that I'd be part of it. And I'd be a pilot. In my mock airplane I'd fly bombing runs while my crewmembers fought off the fighter planes. I'm not sure why I was a bomber pilot instead of a fighter pilot but that's the way it was.

The afternoon sun shone through the small, dirty windowpane, which was the only source of light in the loft. I was sitting in the cramped space of the imaginary cockpit and holding the control stick (a sawed off broom handle) as we made our run over the target. The dust-motes that drifted and sparkled in the sunbeam was flak and I shuddered each time a larger than normal speck drifted across the path. But flak meant that there were no fighters, which was good because my best friend, Don, had moved away so I didn't have anyone to be my gunner and protect us from fighters.

"Joey? Are you up there?"

Darn! It was Eileen. I didn't want to see her. I was still mad at her because she'd ruined our game. I didn't answer.

"Joey? Oh, good. I was hopin' you'd be up here."

I hated being called Joey but Eileen called me that a lot. I looked through the little 'window' of my cockpit to the square opening in the loft floor where her head was showing. Why hadn't I pulled the ladder up after me? Then she wouldn't have been able to get up here.

"Go 'way. I want to be alone."

"Don't be mad at me, Joey." She climbed the rest of the way up the ladder and made her way around the clutter to where I was sitting in my cockpit. "We can play with the other kids tomorrow."

She'd broken the spell. I crawled out of the imaginary airplane and stood up. Although it was a fairly cool day, Eileen's cheeks were flushed as if she was warm and, when she turned her back to me as she made her way over to where I stood, I noticed that her back had sawdust sticking to it and wondered why. Had she fallen in the icehouse?

"Go play with Robert. You coulda waited until later to get him his ice" I said, pouting. "I'd rather play alone."

"I'm sorry, Joey. It's just? Like? You know? I like you better'n him but? Like? He's older and..." I wasn't sure what his age had to do with it but I didn't say anything. She paused and looked down at her feet as if wondering what to say next. When she looked up at me again, there was an odd smile on her face. "Wouldja like to play like I do with him?"

"What's so special 'bout that?" I snapped. "Anyway, you said you were just gettin' ice for him." What had they done? Instinctively, I knew it was something special. I burned with curiosity.

"It's better'n the way we played today? Like, you know, when yuh found me in the lilac?" Wistfully, she was sort of pleading with me and I got a sense of satisfaction from it. "I'll let yuh do more'n just put your hands on me." Eileen faced me, moving in closer, pushing her hips forward until her convex belly was pressed against mine.

"Uh...I dunno?" She was almost as tall as I and her flushed face was only inches from mine and her eyes had an odd, glassy look. Why was she standing so close? Was she going to let me feel her there again?

“Wouldja like to fuck me, Joey?" Eileen smiled appealingly as her question exploded in my ears like a bombshell. "I'd rather let you fuck me than him do it."

I suspect my mouth dropped open in shock at her offer. I didn't really know anything about fucking except that it was a sin and only bad people did it, if they weren't married. Russell and Lewis, two of my friends, had bragged about doing it to Lewis's sister, Betty, in bed one morning. They said both of them fucked her but I hadn't really believed them. Especially when they'd said they put their cocks inside her somehow. But now Eileen, who went to Sunday School with me and came from a good family, not like Russell and Lewis, was saying that I could fuck her?

"Uh..sure? I guess so?" I replied uncertainly. What if my parents found out? I wanted to say no but she'd think I was just a little kid if I said that. I was suddenly scared. By saying what she did, by asking me to fuck her, Eileen had suddenly become, in my eyes, much older than I.

"Where, Joey? Where're we gonna do it?" There wasn't much open space on the floor and the girl looked around questioningly.

"Over there" I said, pointing nervously to a large, old steamer trunk. "You can bend over that." I led her over to the trunk.

"But? Like? How?" she asked as, compliantly, she let me push her shoulders down so that she was half-lying across it, face down. I lifted her sawdust-covered skirt up over her hips. Her round, white bottom was bare, the panties that I had touched earlier were gone. I dropped my pants down around my ankles and moved in behind her, nudging my immature penis into the crevice of her buttocks.

"How? What're yuh doin', Joey? Robert puts it in me in front?"

Eileen was suddenly timid and docile, not at all like the girl who had, moments earlier, offered to let me fuck her. I parted the bulbous cheeks of her lush, young ass with my hands and directed my erect penis to the tiny, brown, puckered aperture. Maybe this was the wrong way? (In later years, as I will tell you, I discovered that it is a pleasurable alternative.)

"Yeah...I guess the front's better." but I wasn't sure about that either. Did I put it in her pee hole? I kicked the fuselage of my plane aside to make room on the floor and Eileen quickly lay down there on her back, spreading her legs apart as she pulled her skirt up to her waist.

I didn't want to display my ignorance any more than I had already so, kicking off my pants, I knelt between her legs. Then, still afraid we'd be caught, I got up and went over to pull the ladder up and protect our privacy. Then I returned and once again knelt between her legs.

I was still very uncertain about what to do. I knew that she peed from the front but didn't have a penis to do it with. Where was I supposed to get into her? Her pussy, the first one I'd really seen, was a smooth, slightly bulging sort of mound between her thighs. It's whiteness was split by a vertical crevice and the sunbeam that had earlier illuminated the dust-flak of my imaginary bombing raid was now giving a glistening sheen to the wetness I could see on the puffy, pink slit.

"Don't be too quick, Joey. We got lotsa time" Eileen said with a strange, hungry expression on her face. She opened her legs wider and the fleshy halves of her adolescent sex gaped slightly but not enough to reveal what lay between. To my relief, she prevented me from displaying my ignorance of sex again as she grasped my fully erect but not fully-grown organ and drew it closer to her pussy.

I was surprised at how soft her cuntflesh felt, and how slippery it was. And then there was the most delightful sensation I'd ever known up to that time as I seemed to slide effortlessly into her, just as if some incredibly strong flesh-magnet was drawing my penis into her. I was being engulfed by a hot, soft moistness and, instinctively, I pushed.

"Yes...Oohhh yesss Joey...that feels good" I heard her sigh and her pelvis, which was already gaining the width of maturity, tilted up to me. I backed off a bit and plunged back in, her softly clasping inner flesh giving me incredible pleasure when I moved.

"Have yuh ever fucked a girl before?" Eileen asked breathily as she squirmed against me.

"Uh...sure...some" I lied. I was having difficulty in breathing now as strange, new sensations built within me. It was like the feeling I got when we played blindman's buff only much, much more intense.

"I betcha done it to Shirley, din'cha? I seen how she lets yuh feel her. 'N I seen how jealous she gets when yuh pick me."

Even if I could have continued the conversation, which at that moment was impossible because I was breathing so hard, I wouldn't have. Did all girls do this? I had a feeling of extreme urgency as if something momentous was about to happen and I was moving in and out as fast as I could. Eileen's passage seemed to be getting softer but, at the same time, it was holding me more snugly. I know now that the walls were swelling from the friction as her excitement grew.

"Yuh...yuh...hurry," she panted as if I wasn't already going as fast as I could. And then it happened. I felt as if my loins were on fire and I was almost paralyzed by the hot sensations that shot through me. Then I collapsed on her as she wriggled and squirmed under me.

"No! Don't stop! Not yet! Do it! Do it hard!" she panted. "Make me cum too!" I didn't know what she meant but I knew she didn't want me to stop. I forced myself to resume pumping on her although now it didn't feel as good. In fact, I felt like my penis was numb.

"Yuh...yuh...good," She was wriggling frantically under me, her hips jerking and bucking against mine as I pumped dutifully on her writhing frame. "Yuh...there...Oohhh Yyeeesss" she gasped as she stiffened beneath me and I hoped desperately that nobody came into the shed because, for sure, they'd hear her.

"Golly, Joey...that was good." Eileen stopped wriggling and lay there under me, motionless except for an occasional twitch of her hips. "Did'ja? Like? Was I good, too?"

"Uh.,,yeah...sure" I replied although I'm sure my words didn't come close to expressing how good I thought she, or it, was. I rolled off her twitching body, really afraid now that we'd be caught. "We better get dressed, Eileen. Somebody might come looking for us."

"Yeah...OK." She didn't really seem to want to leave and she came close to me again, her hand touching my groin. "Can we come up here again tomorrow? After we play with the others?"

"Yeah. I guess so?" I was more afraid of being caught than doing it with her again.

That was the only time it happened between us. The next day I had to go away to school in a different place and, by the time the next summer came around, she and her family had moved away.

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Erotic Odyssey I

                                              Chapter Two

                                             Seductive Shirley

After my experience with Eileen, I lived away from the village during the school year.  When we returned for the summer she was gone but the memory of our little session was still vivid in my mind.  I fantasized about other girls and masturbated often but the only girl in the village who was my age was not at all available for anything more than fantasy copulation. 

My days were easy.  Usually I would round up some guys and play baseball in the morning if the weather was OK, then read or something in the afternoon.

The ‘or something’ that I did most often was done in the loft of my father’s workshop which was behind the house, a bit out of the way.  Lacking an Eileen or any equivalent thereof, I built my own.  My buxom sex-doll was made of rolled up clothes and blankets that had been stored in the loft.  The centerpiece, both figuratively and literally, was a flower vase, a thick-walled, hollow glass cylinder with internal dimensions of about ten inches length and a bit more than two inches in diameter.  It was a very tight fit and it lacked the form-molding softness of Eileen’s real-life receptacle but, in the absence of a compliant female, it served the purpose.

My fantasy companions came mostly from the mail-order catalogue, mainly the stout models who showed off the latest styles in corsets and suchlike undergarments.  Magazines like Playboy and Penthouse were not yet invented.

It was raining the day of my next experience so I’d gone to my little hideaway early.  After a somewhat lengthy session with my glossy imaged harem I had chosen to finish by fucking the big, busty teller I had seen the day before when I went, with my father, to the bank.

I had just finished putting away the clothes and blankets and had hidden the vase when I heard a noise down below.  My father, I figured, and I went to lower the ladder in case he wanted to come up.  Thank goodness he hadn’t arrived ten minutes earlier.

“Joseph…Joseph…are you there?”

I didn’t recognize the voice.  It was a girl’s voice but that was all I could tell.

“Uh, yeah…who is it?”  I mentally kicked myself for answering.  If I’d kept quiet I could have stayed there and after a while maybe had the big teller again or another fantasy favourite, the buxom matron who modeled corsets.

“It’s Shirley, Joseph.  I’m back for a few days and I wanted to see you while I’m here.”

When I heard that I was doubly disappointed.  I remembered Shirley as the cute, little ten-year-old girl who played Blindman’s Bluff.  She was too young, I thought, for what I really wanted and I wished it were her sister.  I didn’t want to spend time with a snippy, little girl, even if she was kind of cute.

“Yeah…OK.  I’ll be right down,” I said grumpily as I lowered the ladder.

“Can I come up, Joseph,” and before I could answer I saw her straw coloured hair as she climbed the ladder.  “It’s still kind of rainy so we can visit together here.”

What I saw wasn’t what I’d expected.  Shirley wasn’t a little girl any more.  During the past year she had changed greatly and, except for her height, she wasn’t little in any way.

“Golly, Shirley.  You sure look different.”  She must have put on twenty pounds since I’d last seen her.  Then she’d been a skinny kid and now she was fat.  Round.  Her pretty face was round.  Her hips and ass were round.  Her belly was round.  And her short legs were thick and stocky.  And, on her chest, outlined under a blouse that seemed about to pop its buttons, her two tits were round.

“Hee Hee…you sure look s’prised,” Shirley giggled as she looked around the loft.  “I’m mad at Mike…he’s my boyfriend…so I came to see you,” and she sat on the storage box where I kept the blankets.

“Oh?  Who’s Mike?”  I felt a stirring in my groin even though I’d just emptied myself into my friendly vase.  She couldn’t be twelve years old yet but she looked older than Eileen had, last year.  Her skirt was short, the hem halfway between her knees and the top of her legs, the fabric stretched across her belly, hips and thighs.  She looked good.

“He’s my boyfriend…he’s in Grade Ten.  He’s Donny’s friend and he came with us.”

“Did Donny come too?”  Donny was her older brother.

“Yeah…and Mike and him went fishing.  Do you have a girlfriend, Joseph?”

“Not here…but I do in Bridgeville,” I lied, naming the town where I went to school.

“Do you miss her?  Do you miss Eileen?”  She looked at me kind of strangely as she played with the buttons of her blouse.

“Yeah…I guess so.  Boy, Shirley, you sure have grown.”

“Yeah…I’m bigger than Eileen was last year.  You know?  When she came up here and you done her?”

“Huh?”  Had Eileen told her what we’d done?

“You coulda done me, Joseph.  I wouldn’t have gone with Robert ‘stead of you.”

I looked around the loft, wondering if I was hearing right.  Was she telling me that I could fuck her?

“Do you?  Like?  Did you ever think of me that way?”  She was still fumbling with the buttons of her blouse but now the top three were undone and she was working on the fourth.  I could see, above where her hand now was, the white swell of her titflesh.

“Uh…no…yeah? Like.” I was wearing summer shorts, loose, terrycloth ones, and glancing down I could see the bulge where my swelling tool was beginning to push out.  “You seemed so much younger than me?”

“Hee Hee.  Robert didn’t think so.  Eileen got real mad at me coz I went to the icehouse with him like she done.  But I’d have liked going there with you better.”

She was looking directly at my crotch and she couldn’t help but see that I was getting a hard on.  Was she suggesting what it sounded like?  I still remembered when her sister had said, wouldja like to fuck me?

I sat beside her and put my arm around her, expecting that, at any moment, she’d push me away but she didn’t.  She turned to face me as the last button of her blouse opened and she tilted her pretty face to be kissed.

I didn’t have any experience with kissing but I pressed my lips to hers and as I did her mouth opened and she pushed her tongue into my mouth.  I don’t know if I liked it or not, at first, but the feel of her hot tongue probing in my mouth was tremendously exciting and I hugged her tight.  Instinctively my hands slid down and I felt the silky warmth of her plump thighs.

Shirley had her arms around my neck holding on to me while we tangled tongues and I pushed my hand up between her easily parting thighs.  I got my other hand between us and felt her bare breasts.  They were round and hard as cannonballs, and about the size of big oranges.  The nipples popped out like pencil erasers from the tips and as I rubbed and squeezed the firm globes, my big-little girl squirmed with pleasure.

“Is there?  Like?  Something we can lie down on?”

“Uh, sure.  Let me get some stuff out of the box.”  Shirley got up and I took two blankets from the box and spread them on the board floor.

“You better get the ladder, Joseph,” and while I was pulling it up, she sprawled on the blanket, lifting her short, fat legs and pulling off her panties.  There was no doubt at all now that she was planning to let me fuck her.

“Take off your shorts, Joseph.  I wanta see,” and as I knelt beside her, looking excitedly at the precociously developed, young girl who was eagerly offering her fat body to me, I pushed off my shorts.

“Golly, Joseph!  It’s big!” the nearly naked twelve-year-old girl gushed as her little hand reached out to grasp my outthrust penis.  Her words gave me an extra rush of pleasure and pride.  During the past year my cock had grown significantly although it was still smaller than its adult size.  “Oh Wow!  It’s bigger’n Mike’s.” she exclaimed as her stubby fingers tried unsuccessfully to span the girth of my cock.  “Maybe we better just… like…just sorta play?” and she slid her warm hands up and down on the smooth-stretched skin.

I guessed what she meant but I wasn’t about to settle for a hand job, even though it would be infinitely better than fucking my glass cylinder.  I lay on my side beside her and began to explore her plump nakedness.

For a fat girl, young Shirley was surprisingly firm.  Her ivory skin was stretched taut over its contents as if, when she’d grown quickly, the filling had expanded too fast for the outer covering to keep pace.  Her breasts, the size and shape of grapefruit, were firm and resilient, the nipples sticking out like little, pink cocks from the round crests of the succulent tit-mounds.  Her belly was round and convex and, as my hand traced its path down over the rotundity, she sucked it in, like she wanted to appear thinner.

“Do you think I’m too fat, Joseph?  I get teased at school all the time.”

“No Shirley…you’re just plump…and in the right places.”

“Do you like me better…now that I’ve growed?” and I remembered what a nuisance she used to be when she still lived nearby.  “I woulda been your girl ‘stead of Mike’s if you’d lived closer after I growed.”

I wasn’t really interested in having a conversation at that moment.  I was still afraid she’d change her mind and stop me and I didn’t really want her to keep on reminding me of how young she really was.  “When did Robert go to the icehouse with you?”  That’s what I asked but what I really wanted to know was when did Robert start fucking her.  And I was sure he’d fucked her or she wouldn’t be almost naked and letting me feel her all over.

“Uh…the day after you done it to Eileen.  But it coulda been you, you know?  I like you a lot.”  She fumbled with the waist of her short skirt and sort of wriggled her hips as she pushed it and her panties down and off.  Now she was naked except for her unbuttoned blouse and her socks and shoes.

My hand slid down over her belly, past a little depression and onto the fleshy bulge of her mons as she chattered away.  There was fine fuzz on her mound and I could see the top of her slit, two fat fleshrolls that peeked out between the plumpness of her thick thighs.

“I like that, Joseph,” she murmured as I stroked the incredibly soft, bulging flesh of her pussy.  “Golly…you sure are hard,” she added as she played with my throbbing tool.

Last year with Eileen it had all happened so quickly that I hadn’t really had time to explore her slimy vulva.  This time, though, little Shirley’s pussy hadn’t been just used by someone else and even though she was acting ready to co-operate with me, she was not yet aroused.  I fondled her hard-nippled breasts and fingered her soft, fat pussy while she squeezed and stroked my cock.  It was wonderful.  Very soon she became wet, an oily, slippery wetness that incited me to explore further and, as I slipped my finger into the snug clasp of her vagina, she opened her fat legs wider and squeezed my tool with a stranglehold grip.

“Go easy, Joseph.  I’ll letcha do it but?  Like?  Don’t put it in all the way?”

I rolled over on top of her but she held my tool away from her cunt.  She looked delightfully appealing, lying there with her short legs spread wide apart and her round, bare breasts naked to my gaze.  I was fully recharged by then and with youthful impatience, I pushed her hand away from my cock and directed it to the softness of her fat, fuzzy pussy.

There was an apprehensive expression on her pretty face and she bit her fat, lower lip as I pushed the tip of my cock into her cuntal slit.  It’s a good thing that I’d already used my glass receptacle to release my adolescent desire or I’d have gone off right then.  It was wonderful.  I felt her hot, soft opening clasp me like a marshmallow hand as I shoved into her.

It would be several years before I would take as much time entering a girl as I did with Shirley.  Because I’d gone off not long before and also because I had no worry that she’d try to stop me, I pushed into her slowly. The act of penetration was slow, sweet, utterly exquisite torture.  That may not be the right word but I can't think of another that describes the restraint I forced myself to use as I pressed my cock into her.  Her pussy was like a warm, wet fist closed tight around the glans; the direct sensation of it was almost more than I could bear.  For her part, Shirley flinched at the sudden pressure; but even as she did she rocked her hips back and forth, each small movement nestling me deeper into her tight entrance.  Ever so slowly her vagina opened, inch by grudging inch, the grainy wetness of her inner flesh hot against my cockhead, till suddenly the small opening seemed to loosen.  Shirley gasped.  I was inside!  She threw her head back and gasped.

"Eiaaaaaa!  Oh, Joseph...never...never...” She struggled to catch her breath, "never felt this...full before."  Her chest was flushed deep scarlet and her eyes reflected something between pure ecstasy and genuine pain.

“It feels good to me too,” I whispered, feeling as if I ought to say something.  She nodded her head and then with a nervous smile, began rotating her hips; slowly working my cock deeper inside.  It was sort of like with Eileen near the end of my first time but Shirley was moving slower and not breathing hard like her sister had.

After I got all the way into her I began to fuck her and Shirley never stopped

her slow, rhythmic grind.  With every downward thrust, she exhaled and softly moaned.  I don’t know how many times Robert and her new boyfriend, Mike, had fucked her but she sure knew how to do it.

I could feel the pressure building inside me when suddenly a voice called out from below.  “Joseph!  It’s Donny.  Can I come up?”

I froze and Shirley’s eyes widened in alarm.  She pressed a finger to her lips, signaling that I shouldn’t answer so I kept quiet.

“I know you’re there, Joseph.  Your father said you were and the ladder’s pulled up, too.”

“Uh…Yeah, Donny.  But I don’t want to see you.  I’m doing some work that I have to finish.  Later.  I’ll see you later.”

“Yeah, OK Joseph.  But, like, have you seen Shirley?”

“Yeah.  She was here a while ago but she went somewheres.”

“Uh…are you sure she ain’t up there with you?”  He sounded suspicious.

“I guess I’d see her if she was, wouldn’t I?  No, she’s not here.”

I don’t know if her believed me or not but I heard him leave as I felt fat, little Shirley sort of jiggle under me as she stifled a giggle.

“You’re an awful liar,” Shirley whispered and she began to squirm her soft hips against me again.  “But yuh better hurry.  He’s gonna look for me in a couple of places and then he’ll come back.”

I wrapped my arms around her then, letting one hand cup her soft, round ass and she got her hands up on my shoulders and began to move faster.  “Hurry Joseph.  Hurry so’s I can get away before he comes back.”

I didn’t need much encouragement.  I began to fuck her faster too and felt the heaviness build in my aching balls.  Shirley was grunting every time I thrust into her and it’s a good thing Donny wasn’t down there or he’s have heard her.

“Yeah…Oh yeah Joseph,” she gasped as I began the rapid, short strokes and felt the delightful, enervating heat in my lower body.  And then I was going off.  I stiffened, paralyzed by the ecstasy of orgasm but Shirley wriggled and humped under me, her juicy vagina sucking the gism out of me.  My flower vase didn’t compare to the slushy, snug softness that enclosed me and I felt the added heat and wetness as I spurted into my willing, young partner.

“Oh golly, Joseph.  I could feel you.  Was it good?”

“Oh yeah,” I mumbled as I rested on her plump frame.  I was too young and inexperienced to think about, or maybe even to know about a girl’s climax.  I rolled off her open body, worried now that Donny would catch us.

“Next time you gotta make me cum, too,” Shirley said as she began to put her clothes on.  “But it was fun anyways.”

I didn’t say much more and mostly now I just wanted her to go before we were caught.  And there never was a next time with her.

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Erotic Odyssey I

              Chapter Three

                                   Evening Games

It was another year before I had my next sexual experience. I was thirteen then and well into puberty with the raging hormones of most boys of that age. And, as with the first time, it was a kids' game that set up the occasion.

I had moved back to the little village, as had my cousin, a girl about a year younger than I.  That fall, with darkness falling shortly after supper, several of us played games in the grass beside her house. But it was not my cousin that attracted me this time. It was her friend, Esther.

Esther was a dark, pretty twelve year old (or maybe eleven, I'm not sure?) She was not from one of the establishment families in the community, (I was), her father being more or less the village drunk. To me, at thirteen, she was just a little kid even though she was older than Eileen and Shirley had been. 

I don't remember what the game was. Maybe it was just horsing around? Whatever it was, we got involved in tickling each other and I was soon remembering blindman's bluff and the touching opportunities that game provided. Anyway, I think there was some kind of game involved because the tickling happened every night that we played.

The opportunity was better than the one two years earlier because, with the struggles that go with tickling, I could pretend that the more intimate contacts were accidental.

"Don't, Joe. Don't do that," Esther said in a whisper, the second night that my hand slipped up under her skirt.

"Sorry, Esther...it was an accident," I replied with a grin. Then I put my hand on her breast, which wasn't very big but large enough to make it plain that she was female. "Ooops. Sorry about that, too." and I grinned again, hoping she wouldn't get angry and go home.

"You're awful, Joe. But I mean it. Don't do that!"

Our conversation was conducted in whispers because the other kids were right beside us. Esther straightened her skirt and, for the rest of the evening, I more or less stayed away from her.

The next night I avoided her altogether and concentrated my attentions on her ten-year-old (or was it nine?) sister, Verna. She didn't seem to mind it at all when I got my hand on her little pussy but, even at thirteen, I thought she was too little and too young. I noticed, however, that, more and more, Esther seemed to be putting herself in a position where she'd be the obvious target for more horseplay.

"You're mean, Joe. You know I don't like that," Esther whispered the next night when I got my hand between her legs. "Why don't you just play with Verna? She sure don't seem to object?" Good, I thought, she's jealous. She didn't twist away this time but I didn't press my luck, either. During that evening and the next, I continued to 'accidentally' get my hand on her body and, by the third evening I was able to keep it there for long enough that there could be no doubt she was permitting the intimacy. And I was playing with her little sister often enough that she wouldn't give any trouble. (Verna had her first baby at fifteen and I could have found out with her what a really young girl is like.  But, more about her later.) Anyway, I was going home with achingly swollen testicles every night and had to make love to the five-fingered widow for relief.

"Stop that, Joe" Esther whispered one Friday night as our playtime neared an end. "Let go of me." She was speaking in a low voice, as usual, so the others around us in the dark couldn't hear. I had my hand between her legs but I'd finally built up courage to slip my fingers under her panties, and I was playing with the pulpy, soft lips of her pussy. She was excitingly wet and slippery there so I knew it was giving her pleasure. And, despite her whispered objection, she made no effort to escape my venereal caress.

"C'mon, Esther. Let's go around back. I got something there you oughta see."

"You mean, alone? I ain't goin' nowhere alone with you!" She was young, but not stupid.

"Just for a couple of minutes? Please?" I was whispering too as my fingers were bathed by the oily nectar from her nubile body.

"I shouldn't...won't, Joe? I don't trust you?" Her resolve was getting weaker and her denial now had a note of uncertainty.

Probing gently I found what I was searching for. I'd done a lot of reading. Well, not really a lot because my access to the kind of books I wanted was severely limited, but I'd managed to learn something about sex and women. The small, hard bump I felt, just above the mouth of her hot, wet vagina must be her clitoris, I thought and, when I pressed it, Esther clamped her thighs tight on my wrist.

"Don't! Sssstopp that" she hissed in a frightened whisper. "I'm gonna go home if you don't stop!" The others, as always, were nearby but she still didn't resist me, physically.

"Not 'til you come around to the back of the house with me." I was sure now that I'd found what I was looking for because I could hear the way she was breathing now. It was like Eileen had sounded near the end when I was fucking her, only fortunately not as loud.

"Ssssstop...please stop" Esther whined and I was afraid she was going to start to cry. The other kids were nearby, ignoring us and having an argument about something. "I'm gonna scream!"

"Awww Esther...we're just playin'" I pleaded as I continued to rub my finger over the slick, hard bump and her thigh-grip on my wrist began to loosen. "You like it, don't you?"

"No...Yeah...sorta? But?" With her reluctant admission of pleasure, Esther's thighs opened more and it felt as if she was even pushing her pussy against my hand. "If I go 'round to the back of the house with you, willya promise to come right back?"

"Sure, Esther." I assured her, my hopes rising along with my adolescent libido. Was she going to let me do it?

"Yer not gonna try nothin' are you?" she asked, nervously. As I said, she was young but not stupid. "I ain't gonna let yuh do nothin' more'n this."

"I won't, Esther. I just wanta show you what the wharf looks like now that they got lights there." It was a stupid reason but I thought I had to say something. And, from the top of the bank behind my uncle's house there was a bird's eye view of the wharf where they'd just installed electric lights a few days earlier.

"OK? I'll go with you?" She still sounded nervous and doubtful and I'm sure it was a case of being aroused beyond the constraints of her better judgment. "But just for a minute, Joe. Then I gotta go home."

The others didn't seem to notice when we got up from the grass and went out of sight around the corner of the house. They were still arguing hotly about something. There was a full moon hanging low on the horizon and the house had blocked its light but here it was almost like daylight to our dark-adjusted eyes.

"I guess the means Daddy can work at night now." The wharf below us was brightly lighted but as for her Daddy working at night, that was another matter. He was seldom, if ever, sober enough to work by the time it got dark. Her voice sounded strained and, when I put my arm around her shoulders, she pulled away. Was she changing her mind? My hopes, so high when she agreed to go with me, were suddenly fading.

"Yeah...I guess so." I was already almost six feet tall and now my problem was how to get my hand between the much shorter girl's legs again.

"Let's sit for a minute. Maybe we'll be able to see him."

"Well...maybe for just a minute?"

We sat down on the grass, which was not yet dampened by the usual evening dew. Esther was about a foot away from me but I reasoned, she came with me so she must know that I'm going to finger her again. Or more.

"Is that him?" I moved closer and pointed to a man about the same size as her father who was leaning against the railing on the backside of the wharf. My other hand slipped up under her skirt.

"No Joe! Be good!" Esther protested, but she didn't pull away.

As my fingers pulled aside the elastic of her panty leg and found the soft slickness of her pussy, she looked at me with a funny expression on her face.

"Uh...uh, Joe? I really gotta go pretty soon?"

Her legs remained open this time and my hopes surged again. I was almost beside myself with lustful anticipation. Was she going to let me do it? I found her little clitoris and began to massage it.

"Would yuh like me to do somethin' fer you, too?" I almost jumped out of my skin with excitement when I felt her hand on my thigh. "But we gotta be quick 'fore somebody comes back here." And then her fingers were fumbling with the zipper of my fly.

I helped her, undoing my belt and opening my pants to free my erect, throbbing cock.

"I'll take these off too, so's you can feel me better" Esther whispered as I took off my pants and she quickly peeled off her panties.

"Mmmm...Yours is bigger'n Daddy's...I mean Winny's," she gasped, her younger brother's name added quickly after saying 'Daddy'. Her hand was exploring my penis, which had not yet reached its present, full length of more than eight inches. She lay back on the grass then, parting her legs compliantly and giving me unfettered access to her pussy.

It had been a year since I had felt Shirley's hot pussy engulf my cock and, since then, only my hand had caressed it. Esther seemed to know as much about it as I and her hands played with my stiff organ with a skill that, even now, surprises me, considering her youth. Her hands stroked and caressed it, her fingers gently exploring it from tip to base and even fondling my achingly swollen testicles.

It was the second time I'd had the opportunity to play, unrestrained, with a girl's pussy. Now, as Esther lay on her side beside me, leaning on one arm, she twisted her hips so that they were flat and she kept her legs compliantly spread.

"Tell me when yer gonna shoot, Joe. I don't wanna get yer stuff on my clothes." I felt like I might 'shoot', as she called it, at any moment and I concentrated on holding back. I wanted more than this.

"Not yet, Esther...It's not cumming yet." Her pussy, like Eileen and Shirley’s, did not yet have any noticeable hair on it. The lips felt thick and the twin fleshrolls surrounded my finger as I probed, first for her clit and then for the hot portal to her vagina.

"No...Don’t do that" she protested when I slipped a finger into the aperture, but she didn't try to stop me. The fleshy ring surrounded my finger with a hot, snug clasp and I was surprised by the fine corrugations I could feel there. I knew I had to feel that snug opening surrounding my cock no matter what she said. Her hands were squeezing my prick harder now. Would she fight if I tried to fuck her?

"I like the way you do that Esther." As I spoke, I turned and sprawled half across her, my left leg angled across both of hers and pinning them down.

"Joe? No? I don't want you on me" she gasped, her voice quavering as she released her grip on my cock and pushed at my chest.

"But Esther? It's better for me if I can move while you're...you know... holding me there." It was a weak justification but the best I could come up with, under the circumstances, and it seemed to work for, once again, her hands closed around my prick.

"Be careful, Joe...don't shoot now...you'll get yer stuff on my clothes fer sure."

"I won't, Esther" I assured her. She must have done this before to know that a guy went off. I had my index finger inside her up to the second knuckle now and my thumb was working on her clitoris. She was breathing hard and, with my other hand, I held her wrists because she had begun to pump me so hard I was afraid I'd go off before I reached my objective. 

"Why, Joe? Why're yuh stoppin' me? Daddy...Winny likes me to do it fast?"

This was the second time she'd called her younger brother 'Daddy' and I wondered, suddenly, if she'd actually done this to her father. The thought of it cooled me of, at least for the moment but, at the same time, I sensed that this was something I could use to my advantage.

"Have you done this to him? To Will?" As I asked her if she'd played with her father this way, I worked a second finger into her hot, snug cuntal orifice and began to finger-fuck her.

"Unh...a couple times...but it's OK. Mom sometimes don't want to so's he gets me to help him." Her ingenuous reply shocked me. What else had she let him do?

"Are you close, Esther? Do you feel like you're gonna cum?" I could feel a sort of tension in her now and she was almost gasping for breath as my fingers sluiced in and out of her vagina.

"Yuh...unh...unh huh" she panted. "Gonna happen."

It was the moment I'd been waiting for. As she answered me, her smooth pelvis tilted and, in a flash, I'd rolled on top of her between her short, widespread legs. This time wasn't like with Eileen. I knew what to do. Her hands went to my hips and futilely tried to hold them back but with a fierce thrust, I buried my throbbing shaft up to the hilt in her small body.

"Hunnnggh!" Hot breath exploded from her lungs with a grunt of shock. "No Joe...yuh can't!" Her thighs squirmed and wriggled around mine for a few seconds but then she became limp and docile beneath me. It was truly delightful. Her sheath was thoroughly lubricated by that time and I'd slid into her as easily as I had into Eileen, even though I was quite a lot bigger now and there wasn't the added lubrication of someone else's gism in her.

"Oohhh yesss Esther" I moaned, "It's alright."

"But Joe? Yer not gonna tell are yuh? If I letcha keep on? If Daddy finds out, he'll kill us." The thought of discovery cooled my ardour again but it was likely to good purpose since, in the hot, moist clasp of her juicy twat, I was on the edge of orgasm. "Yuh better hurry 'fore someone comes."

I was relieved. She wasn't mad because I'd sort of tricked her. But I was also burning with curiosity. She had definitely done this before and I wondered about it.  And it was even better than that first time with Eileen.  I was conscious of the warmth of her open thighs clasping my hips and her round, little belly pressed to mine as I fucked her.

"Does Will do this to you, too?"

"Uh...yeah...sometimes?" Her reply was hesitant and, looking down at her in the moonlight, I could see a guilty expression on her face. "But only when Mom can't. I hafta do it to help him."

I couldn't wait any longer. I began to pump on her small body, my throbbing tool sliding easily in and out of her passage, and, as I did, I felt her hips tremble against mine. I was much bigger than she and, as my passion grew and I drove into her with adolescent vigour, she uttered short, breathless grunts. Her firm thighs began to clasp my hips in time with my thrusts and her little belly bulged against mine as I neared my climax.

"Unh...unh...unh" her breathless grunts sounded in my ears. "Unhh… hunhh.. Haannhhh" she cried out and I felt the sudden compression of her sheath on my cock. My groin burned as my sperm coursed from my balls, out and up into Esther's cuntal corridor. Ecstasy. Rapture. The hot wetness of my ejaculation bathed my cocktip as I went off and slumped down on her softly twitching frame.

"Joe? Oh God, Joe?" she gasped after a moment. "Yuh went in me? I fergot. Yer s'posed to use a safe?"

"It's OK, Esther," I replied, hiding the sudden pang of guilt and fear that shot through me. "You're too young to get a baby."

"But? Like, Daddy always uses one? I never felt nothin' like that before, y'know? He never pumped his stuff in me like you done?" Esther was lying limply beneath me, motionless except for the occasional jerk of her hips and, despite her concern; she made no effort to get me off her.

"Yeah, but? Like, maybe it's because he's a lot older'n me?"

"We gotta go, Joe. They might come lookin' fer us."

My adolescent passion drained, I was more than ready to get away from her, as if in that way I could end any fear of having knocked her up. I dismounted from her laxly open frame and, quickly, we pulled on our clothes. Esther held my hand until we went around the corner to the front of the house. The others had left except for my cousin.

"Where'd you guys go?" She looked at us suspiciously.

"We were watching Willard, down on the wharf. But Esther's gotta go home so we came back." I don't know if my cousin suspected anything or not. Probably not. She was not much older than Esther and I was sure she didn't know much, if anything, about sex.

That night ended my participation in the evening game. I went home and read whatever I could find about making a girl pregnant. It wasn't much and it didn't quell my fears much, either.

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"Have you started having your period yet, Esther?" It was three days later and we were sitting under the wooden bridge over the brook that ran by her house.

"Yeah...I got my first one almost two years ago. I'm due next week." She looked pale today and it was obvious that she was as worried as I. "What're we gonna do, Joe? I mean, if yuh knocked me up?"

"It'll be OK, Esther." But at that moment I didn't really think so. I'd quickly figured the times and, according to what I'd read, we'd dome it during the most dangerous time.

"Fer sure I ain't gonna let yuh do again," she pouted. "Even if yuh get some safes."

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"Hi Joe. It's a nice day, ain't it." This was the first time I'd seen Esther smile in two weeks and a great sense of relief washed over me. If she was smiling, then her period had come. She was with her sister, Verna so we couldn't talk right then but I didn't care. Never again would I take a chance like that. At least, so I thought at the time.

"Boy, what a relief." We were on the wharf, sitting in the shadows away from the bright lights, and it was out first chance to talk since she'd signaled me with her smile. "Was you relieved too?"

"You better believe it, Esther." Glancing around to be sure we weren't being observed, I gave one of her breasts a squeeze. "You feel like you're getting bigger every day." 

"Don't get ideas, Joe," she said, brushing my hand away. I ain't gonna take no more chances." 

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Erotic Odyssey I

Chapter Four

                                      Daytime Despoilment   

Although, for a while, Esther had quelled my adolescent libido with occasional handjobs but that came to an end when she went to live with her aunt. The story that was in the village rumour mill was that she was pregnant but nobody could figure out who the father was. I, however, had a pretty good idea. I suspected that Will, in his frequent drunken state, had forgotten the safe, but I never did find out if my suspicions were correct.

The rest of the year I was thirteen and most of the next year the widow was my only source of relief. I dreamed a lot about Esther and I still had vivid memories of Eileen and Shirley but the only girl in the village who was my age, Ginny, had let me know, in no uncertain terms, that I wasn't going to fool around with her.

When it comes to sex, my judgment is still not good but, at fourteen, it was non-existent. My brain was between my legs. I'm lucky that I didn't spend time in jail, or at least a reformatory, for what I did that summer.

Barbara was a cute, little girl who was at least two years younger than I. Actually; she wasn't that little, just short. Her build was stocky and her bosom was becoming prominent, at least for an eleven year old. She was also extremely shy and timid which may have contributed to what happened.

My parents were away, gone to New York for a couple of weeks to visit my uncle, and they'd left me alone to take care of the house. I'd enjoyed the freedom but, after a few days, I spent most of my time trying to come up with a scheme to get a girl, any girl, in there alone with me. Barbara became, by chance, my opportunity.

It was a hot day in late August but thunderheads had been building up over the water all morning. I'd tried, earlier, to organize a ball game but my usual cronies either weren't available were to lazy to play so I'd given up in disgust and gone back to the empty house.

I was sitting in the shade on the verandah, reading. Soon the sun would dip low enough that I'd lose the shade but it didn't look like the sun was going to last that long anyway. Great. I liked thunderstorms. The book I was reading was one I had borrowed from Ginny and, as I read it, I wondered what she thought of it. It was a steamy, historical romance and its main fame was due to the sex scenes, which were not very explicit but rather shocking, at least by the standards in vogue at that time. Rapes, seductions and good, old-fashioned loose women were blended into a good storyline but, for me, it was the sex that occupied my attention.

When the clouds finally obscured the sun, I was a very horny fourteen year old who was about to go to bed in the empty house and have a session with the always available, five-fingered widow. Who was she going to be today? I sat there and deliberated as the sky darkened.

"Uh, Joe?"

I looked up, startled out of my erotic reverie. It was Barbara, a girl who lived down the road about half a mile away.

"Uh...Mom asked me to see if your mother left some stuff for her? It's about a meeting or something?"

"Yeah...yeah, I think she did." I knew then who my fantasy partner was going to be. Golly, I didn't realize she had grown so much. She couldn't be very old; I thought, as I looked at the way the short, stocky blonde filled out her blouse. Let's see, her brother Eddy is almost two years younger than I and she's younger than he? No. Eddy is almost thirteen so she can't be much more than eleven, can she?

As I was trying to calculate her age, I got up off the chaise, wondering if she'd seen the bulge in my shorts from reading the book. She stood there on the verandah, eyes shyly downcast and making no move to follow me into the house.

"C'mon in, Barbara. I'll look for it."

"Uh...OK...I'm sorry to bother you," she said meekly as she followed me to the kitchen. I'm sure she had no idea of just how she was bothering me. I studied her stocky, shapely body and pretty face, trying to fix the images in my mind. My eyes undressed her easily because she wouldn't look up and therefore couldn't see how I was looking at her.

"Here it is." There was a folder dealing with some church stuff and, when I found it, I remembered I'd been supposed to deliver it myself.  Barbara looked up at me then, her eyes darting about. Timid like a rabbit, I thought. My mind wasn't on the folder and, awkwardly, I dropped it, the papers scattering over the floor..

"Oh...oh, I'm sorry," she apologized although I was the one who had dropped the folder and then she was on her hands and knees, retrieving the papers. I could see down the front of her blouse now as the loose fabric fell away. God. She had nice tits for her age.  Not as big as Shirley’s but she wasn’t fat like Shirley so they seemed bigger.

"My fault, Barbara. It's OK. I can pick it up." And then I too was on my hands and knees, trying to get a closer look under her blouse. No brassiere either, I could see. Just then there was a loud crash of thunder and she jumped with surprise.

"You're going to get wet," I said as the sky opened up with a heavy downpour. "Oh well, it likely won't last long."

"Uh...I got the stuff. I won't get too wet." She was on her feet now but I definitely didn't want her to leave.

"Hey, Barbara. I got something for Billy. It's a baseball book he asked me for." My prick was throbbing as I looked at her full thighs under her short, summer skirt. "C'mon...it's upstairs."

Without a word, she followed me up to my bedroom, staying a good distance away from me. I knew I had lots of baseball stuff in the storage box in my room so I got down on the floor and opened the top of the wooden chest.

"Hold the top for me, Barbara."

"Uh?...Uh, OK." She had to lean over me to hold up the lid and, as she did, her breasts brushed my back. I wanted to push back against them but didn't. I pulled a baseball magazine from the box and, as I stood up, Barbara jumped back, trying to avoid contact with me. She stumbled against the edge of the bed and, when it contacted the backs of her knees, she sprawled flat on her back, legs akimbo.

On my feet now, I turned and what I saw was too much for my already overheated libido. Her short skirt was now up around her hips, revealing the delicious proportions of her thighs, her white panties so tight over the bulge of her pussy that they molded to the vertical slit. Under her loose-fitting blouse, her young breasts swelled out, pushing the material out in a twin range of hills with a depression between them. With no thought of consequences, I was suddenly on top of her, my hand roughly pulling aside her panty leg to cover her pussy.

I'd felt other pussies before but Barbara's had some kind of special feel. It seemed fatter and softer and, as my fingers clasped the puffy cuntal mound with its tight, pink slit, I knew I had to have her, willing or not.

"NO! Joe! Let me up?" Barbara's protest started out to be loud and angry and then, as if she was suddenly subjugated, it became timourous and pleading.

I was half on top of her, one leg over hers, pinning her to the bed so she couldn't move, not even to close her short, widely splayed legs. Her timid plea I easily ignored as I explored her smooth, fat vulva. It was incredibly soft, the folds of flesh yielding and pulpy as I found the narrow slit and pushed my fingers between. Barbara's was the fourth pussy I had fondled but, unlike Eileen's greasy, fresh-fucked twat and Esther’s, which I'd fingered first through her panties, this girl's doughy quim was more like Shirley’s and not oiled with the juices of arousal.

"Please don't," Barbara whimpered as she tried to close her legs, her big, blue eyes flooding with tears. "Let me go...I gotta go home." But I was beyond having pity for the frightened, young girl. I pressed my thigh down harder on her legs, pinning them firmly and completely preventing her from closing them to protect her innocent sex. Probing the squishy, velvety slit, I finally felt the small bump above her vaginal orifice and began to titillate it.

"Nahhh...whannhh" she cried out when I touched her there, as if, somehow, she divined that the still unaroused, little erectile was the Achilles heel of her untainted virtue. Her lush, young hips squirmed under my lewd touch but, pinned as she was by my leg, her struggle was to no avail. Was it getting bigger? Yes! She was getting an erection in the same way that I did but of course, not to any significant dimension.

I had my free arm across her chest, holding her shoulders down in the same way my leg immobilized her lower body. She clenched her eyelids close together as if to stop the flow of tears and she made tight fists of her hands.  The succulent folds of her juvenile pussy seemed, somehow, bigger and even softer now, half surrounding my finger as I continued to rub her little clit-nubbin. It was a hard, easily detectable bump now and, suddenly, I felt the slippery wetness of her unwillingly aroused desire bathing my fingers.

"Naaahhhh…dohhhnn't" Barbara whined and, even at fourteen, I sensed that her tremulous objection meant that she was losing control and was the prelude to surrender so her plea only exacerbated her peril. "Doh...hoh… hoh...hohnnn't" she panted and she began to tremble against me, her soft, warm flesh moving against mine.

I used my free hand to push down my shorts and undershorts and I heard the sound of her panties tearing as my hand stretched them beyond the breaking point. Now that flimsy barrier did not limit my access and I was able to better fondle the satiny flesh of her swollen pussy.

"No...ho...noo...gotta go...hoh.." she gasped, breathing now as if she'd run a marathon. "Mom...hom's...heh...hexpecting me...ho...ho...hoh home," she pleaded, and her plaintively panting entreaty was almost blocked out by another loud crash of thunder. I said nothing. She could have no doubt about what was on my mind and I knew I wasn't going to get her to yield just by talking.

When I'd pushed off my shorts, I'd moved my leg from hers but she hadn't tried to close her legs. My bare, throbbing prick was pressed to the naked flesh of her thigh but I know she was not aware of it. But I was. She felt so warm, her skin soft and fluffy, like velvet.

"Hoohh...hoohhh...staww...stawwwwppp" Barbara gasped frantically as I felt the soft flesh of her cunt bulge and palpitate against my fingers. "Nawww... hawwwhhh...hawwww" she panted and suddenly her thighs closed on my wrist and her lush hips squirmed and wriggled against my hand. I'd made her cum! She was orgasming.

Clamped tightly between the firm, warm flesh of Barbara's thighs, my hand couldn't move. My finger was still on her clitoris and, as her panting subsided to a soft whimper, her legs suddenly opened and she pushed my hand away.

"Nahhh...don't...don't touch me," she whined and then, as if she had regained her sanity after losing it to the abandonment of climax, she struggled to rise. "Let me go...Hannh...gotta go home."

"No Barbara, not yet!" In my excitement my voice was harsh and, when I pushed her shoulders she, like an obedient child, fell back on the bed into a half-sitting position, her legs again tightly closed.

"I wanna go home," she whimpered, her pretty lips trembling as tears coursed down her cheeks.  But, at no time had she threatened to tell on me.  Sub-consciously this may have registered because Barbara's tears did not deter me from my lecherous course as, roughly, I pried her thighs apart while I pushed her down flat on the bed.  Her fat, little pussy glistened wetly with the juices of her unwilled arousal and, holding her legs apart, I slid my hand up to that succulent, hairless juncture.

"Doh...dohhhnn’t...Haannhhh...not again." Her shoulders shook with heavy sobs but her thighs remained tensely separated as my fingers once more assaulted her pink, puffy cuntal slit.

When I'd first touched her sex-mound, there had been just a fine, dry crevice dividing it into two smooth, hairless halves but now, after Barbara's unwanted, forced stimulation by my fingers, the lips were parted, swollen and gaping slightly in reflexive response.

"Naaahhhh...Naaahhhh," the girl whined and her thighs strained inward as she attempted to close them, her rounded hips twisting away. Once again I pinned her small, stocky body to the bed, grasping both of her wrists with one hand and holding them down above her head while my legs was across her thighs which prevented her from closing them or twisting away from my probing fingers. Then, as she lay in helpless submission, I relentlessly resumed my lewd assault on her tender senses.

I suspect she'd been sensitized by the initial masturbation but, in any case, her sobs were soon ragged and indistinguishable from her heavy, gasping moans. I rubbed her little cum-trigger with increasing skill, finding the motion that seemed to evoke the most frightened noises of torment while I tried to get up courage to take advantage of her helplessness.

Barbara was no longer struggling. Cautiously, I lifted my thigh from her legs and she made no attempt to close them. Her pelvis, no longer immobilized, was motionless too, except for the tremors that shook her when I sometimes let my finger stray to the hot, finely corrugated portal of her swollen cunt.

My penis was throbbing against the warmth of her bare hip and the pain from my testicles had become unbearable. I placed one knee between hers and then, expecting at any moment that she would try to squirm out from under me, I wedged in my other knee, forcing her short legs farther apart. Her eyes were closed and her mouth gaped slightly, opening and closing like a fish out of water with her laboured, sobbing moans.

When I released her wrists, her arms remained above her head but separated and she lay there, naked from the waist down, unresisting. With one hand I guided my prick to the softness of her hot, swollen sex while I moved my other hand slightly higher to leave access to my objective.

She opened her eyes and looked up at me dully when I pushed against her pussyflesh. The touch of my cocktip was no doubt hotter than my fingers and, even in her aroused state, it triggered an alarm. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened to scream a protest but it was too late.

I pushed into her. It was different than with the other girls. The narrow orifice didn't admit me in a smooth lunge. Instead I felt resistance, as if the diameter of my tool was greater than the diameter of the channel I was trying to enter. Of course, it was. But, like an elastic band, the fleshy ring yielded and engulfed my cocktip with its delightful, moist heat.

"NOOOO! NOOOO!" Barbara screamed, her cry of fright drowned out by a loud thunderclap and her body was galvanized into action as she tried to twist out from under me. I dropped down on her, my full weight crushing her firm, upthrust breasts and driving the air from her lungs in a hot rush. Luckily I remained collared in the tight opening, helped no doubt by that wonderful tightness. My hands gripped her hips and held her down as I pushed again.

I'd read about virginity and hymens and I'd heard guys brag about 'popping cherries' but, until that moment, I hadn't given it much thought. Now, when my ingress was suddenly blocked, and not just by the strangling clasp of her cuntmouth on my cock, I realized that Barbara was a virgin and that's why I was not able to enter.

"Cahhh...cahhhnnnn't" she cried but, whether it was fright or the hopelessness of her situation or some more fundamental surrender to being ravished, she went limp beneath me. I backed off a fraction and thrust again and this time, although there was a momentary resistance, I felt something give way and I plunged into her tight, juicy sheath.

"Hurrr...hurrrttttsss" Barbara squealed as I speared her unfledged sex and rammed at least five inches of my larger than average organ up into her. Bliss. Rapture. Heaven. It was better than I remembered, almost as if I was experiencing my own first time all over again.

Her face was buried in my chest and her hips retreated as I pushed deeper into her glorious tightness. And then my hips were meshed with hers and I could feel her warm body trembling against me. I withdrew, and then plunged back in and this time it was easier. Her face was wet with tears and she sobbed hot, little gusts of breath as I screwed her.

"Nahhh...Nahhh...Nahhh," she moaned but she remained prostrate docile beneath me, her smooth, wide pelvis yielding as she sank into the mattress with each firm thrust, her hips rebounding slightly as I pulled back. I struggled to delay my climax as I slipped my hand between our closely meshed bodies and found her clit.

"Doh..dohhnn't," she whined, perhaps understanding my intent. "Let me up...let me goooo."

Between the squishy lips of her pussy I massaged the little bud, pausing as I fought to control myself. Her innocent senses had been assaulted already as never before and, as I fingered her clit, I felt the change. She was no longer limp but had, instead, become tense. I could feel her thighs quiver as I ground down into her velvet saddle and her sobs quickened to gasping moans.

"Hannnh...nannh...Hannh," she panted, and the tone changed as I began to fuck her again. "Unh...Hannh? Unh...Hannh?  Unh...hunhh…    haahnhh?" sounded against my chest, a soft grunt when I pushed into her, the a questioning sigh on my withdrawal. Her thighs were now clasping mine from hip to knee as I screwed her.

The pressure built in my swollen testicles until it could not be restrained. Pulling my hand from between us, I ground against her as I felt the paralyzing explosion begin. I know I'd never gone off like this in the others. The tightly surrounding softness of her passage was suddenly wetter and hotter as I pumped my semen into her quivering body.

"Whunnh? Hunnnh?" Her sharp cries rent the air as I blasted my pent-up sperm load into her. There was no doubt that she felt her tender, first-fucked cunt being flooded and it seemed to trigger her own orgasm.  Briefly, her hips jerked and wriggled awkwardly, her sheath contracting delightfully as I emptied my adolescent lust into her. And then, once again, she collapsed under me, her legs loosely relaxing their warm grip on my thighs, her firm breasts heaving as she panted from her climax.

I lay heavily on Barbara's small, trembling frame, sated and lethargic in the aftermath of my pleasure until, with a soft whimper, she pushed on my chest. I rolled from her body and, as soon as my weight was removed, she sat up.

"Are you OK, Barbara?" I asked, solicitously, as she gingerly sat up and then stood.

"Goin' home. Mom'll wonder where I been," she mumbled as she bent down to pick up her torn panties from the floor where I'd thrown them. Then, ironically, she picked up the book I'd offered for her brother. She didn't look at me at all as she went down the stairs and out the door.

I'd followed her, uneasy now with guilt and, mainly, fear. Was she going to tell? I went back upstairs and my fear escalated when I saw the red, six-inch diameter stain on the bedspread where the cherry juice from her ruptured hymen had leaked onto it.

Nothing happened. I suffered through two weeks of worry that Barbara would tell her parents what I had done to her. The first day was worst and I resolved that I'd never take such a chance again. Even after that first day, I was still scared. Maybe they were waiting until my parents returned. That scared me even more because I knew it would devastate them. On the day that Barbara's mother called on mine. I was finally put at ease. She was friendly and obviously did not know that I'd plundered her daughter's virginity.

My resolve regarding sexual discretion weakened but two weeks after my parents returned, I went away to finish high school. I was only home to the community on weekends after that except for the following summer, after my junior year in high school and Barbara was away all that summer so I didn't see her. In fact, I didn't see her again until last year, but more of that later.

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Erotic Odyssey I

Chapter Five

                                      Taxi Temptation

Leaving home at fifteen was difficult. I didn't actually leave home but I could not get grade eleven in my village school so I had to board with a family while I went to school in a nearby town. Every Sunday evening I would be picked up by a taxi and taken to my boarding house and on Friday, the same taxi would bring me home again. 

Barbara hadn't told anyone about what I'd done to her but there had been no opportunity to try again, either. Esther was back home but she’d lost interest in me and was playing the field, or maybe I should say, laying the field since she was putting out for any male that looked at her. Since that August day when I'd forced Barbara, I could only dream about the real thing. 

It was a few weeks after school started, probably October because the World Series was on. I'd listened to my favourite team lose in the afternoon and, after an early supper, my taxi arrived. We were leaving earlier than usual because the taxi had to do a pickup in another village in the opposite direction from our destination.  There were six of us including Mr. Brick, the driver when we started, three women, Verna, Esther’s younger sister and me.

Verna was eleven, or maybe twelve, a cute, plump little youngster who, I realized when she got into the back seat beside me, had developed significantly in the last six months since I'd last noticed her.  And much more than when we'd played the evening games that led to me getting into her older sister.  There were twin, almost handful sized cones outlined under her too-tight sweater and, as she squeezed in between me and the right side of the car, her full thigh felt warm and yielding against mine.  Our pickup was another woman who was, like those already in the car, somewhat oversized. Since three were already in front, this woman had to get into the backseat with us and the end result was that Verna was sitting on my lap. We were squeezed into the back seat, my arm around the girl's waist and her legs straddling my right thigh, one of her plump asscheeks pressed excitingly into my groin.  We were on a gravel road and, as Mr. Brown tried, but seldom successfully, to avoid the potholes, Verna bounced on me with the inevitable result. She must have felt the hard bump that developed under her bottom but she gave no sign except, maybe, a tensing of her buttocks when we went over bumps. My right forearm was getting cramped, jammed between her leg and the side of the car so I worked it free. When I did, my hand rested on Verna's thigh, her bare thigh since her short skirt had worked up when she'd had to get on my lap.  Verna's left breast was only inches from my face, the rounded cone that stuck out from her chest and, even though it was almost dark, I could see how it strained against her too-small sweater. I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra, either, for each time we were jolted by a bump, the pneumatic flesh cone jiggled and bounced freely. Then Mr. Brown swerved suddenly to avoid a pothole and her firm breast mound was mashed warmly against my cheek. Verna pushed herself away quickly and I knew then that she was aware of her vulnerability. I glanced to my left. The women were engrossed in a gossipy, animated conversation, ignoring us.

I slid my hand up Verna's bare thigh, under the hem of her skirt. She looked back over her shoulder at me, an alarmed expression on her cute face, but she said nothing. Encouraged by her silence, I moved my hand higher to the crease where her leg joined her hip. Had it been daylight an observer could have seen that my forearm was under the girl's skirt but, in the near darkness of twilight, the Black Watch tartan blended with the dark upholstery of the car and my intruding arm was not apparent.  Verna leaned forward, trying to trap my hand and prevent further progress, sandwiching my arm between the soft plumpness of her belly and the yielding firmness of her thigh. She grabbed my arm also but, although she managed to prevent me from getting my hand further between her legs, my fingers had room to maneuver.

Sitting astride my thigh as she was, she could not close her thighs and my hand was resting on the flange of her soft, young sex where the loose flesh escaped her cheap, cotton panties.  I began to press it rhythmically, wondering if I was creating any sexy feelings in her such as I was experiencing.  For a few minutes I did nothing more, afraid that she'd cry out but the continued bouncing of her lush, young bottom on my throbbing tool was still exciting me.

Apparently believing she had stemmed my advances, she seemed to relax and, taking advantage of this, I quickly wormed my fingers farther under the leg of her panties. Verna's reaction to this liberty was a tightening of her thighs on mine as, instinctively, she tried to close her legs but, sitting as she was, astride my thigh, she couldn't. Thrilling to the feel of her soft, pulpy cuntflesh and hearing only her soft gasp of surprise at my renewed attack, I probed the smooth, succulent fleshfolds with my fingers.  What was she thinking? Did she object to what I was doing? Except for that initial, alarmed expression and her ineffective attempt to pinion my arm, Verna had given no indication that she objected. I remembered how; when she was only about eight or nine, she'd let me sort of do this. And her sister, Esther, had probably been no older than she the night I'd fucked her the first time. Was Verna the same? Had her father already screwed her, too, like he had Esther?  While I, in a lust-fogged way, mulled over my pubescent lap load’s thoughts, I continued to play with her fluffy cuntflesh. I found the barely discernible little bump of her clit and then the hot orifice below it. Her legs were hugging my thigh and her back was now up straight and tense but she still wasn't squirming away from me. Of course, in the close confines of the backseat, she really didn't have much opportunity to move away, anyway. I don't think it was very long before I detected the first sign of moisture. That's how it had been with Barbara, hadn't it? She'd objected at first but, after I began to finger her, she'd surrendered and let me do it?

Verna's clitoris was bigger now, a hard bump under my finger, and when I rubbed it my finger slid easily over it, aided by the oily moisture that was becoming more and more evident.  Looking out of the window, I recognized a church we were driving by. We still had at least thirty minutes before I'd be at the place I was going. The road was still bumpy and now Verna was sitting with her legs loosely spread, leaning back against my chest. Little, soft, breathless whimpers were sounding from her but I was sure that I was the only one who could hear them. Just then we hit another bump and her bum jolted down on me. It was too much. My fingers dug into the slick softness of her swollen pussy as I ejaculated in my pants

I was disgusted by my loss of control and the sticky wetness in my shorts was unpleasant, I continued to play with Verna's now sodden pussyflesh. She was no longer giving any resistance to my lewd ministrations, her warm thighs loose and relaxed as she leaned back, snuggling against my shoulder. I was determined to make her cum, too as I massaged her clit and slid my finger lower, trying to insert it in the mouth of her vagina. Verna slid forward then, tilting her pelvis enough to allow this further intimacy and her apparent surrender aroused me again. Damn, I thought, if we were alone she'd let me fuck her.  We were driving on pavement now but I felt her bum begin to make little jumping, squirming movements. Was she going to cum? With renewed vigour I rubbed her clit as her back pushed against my chest and her legs seemed to open wider. Yes, I thought, she's cumming.  I don't believe any of the others heard it but Verna was uttering short, breathless gasps as her bottom squirmed astride my thigh. She rode me like a horny dog rides a leg and then her thighs compressed mine in a tight, trembling squeeze. Yes. I'd done it. I'd made her cum and now, more than ever, I wanted to fuck her. If she was old enough to cum, then she was old enough to fuck.

My boardinghouse was in darkness when we arrived and it had started to rain, a cold, drizzly autumn rain. I got out of the car and rushed to the front door. It was locked but there was a note stuck to the window. They had gone to their cottage at the lake and would be back at nine. Ordinarily I would have gone around to the back and waited in the porch which I knew would be unlocked but I immediately recognized that this was an opportunity to go back home and maybe get Verna alone.

"I guess I'll have to go home and come back tomorrow morning," I said to Mr. Brown. "They're away and it's too wet to wait outside."

"Alright, Joseph. I have to come back here early in the ¶_morning anyway."

"I don't want him sitting beside me!" Verna exclaimed when I went around to her side of the car to get in.

"It's the only way," Mr. Brown said in his soft voice. "I know it's crowded but it won't take long to get home."

Verna pouted angrily as; reluctantly she got out of the car to let me in. She tried to sit sideways on my lap so she could keep her legs closed but, when she did, there wasn't room for her feet. With a sullen grunt she again straddled my leg for the trip home.  During the half hour trip back Verna had tried, at first, to stop me from resuming the intimacy she'd acquiesced to on the longer trip out.

"I'll ssscreeaamm," she hissed in my ear as, emboldened by my earlier success, I forced my hand under her panties. She didn't scream, however, and I managed again to get my hand on her soft, slippery pussyfolds. But I was less optimistic now that I could get her alone with me and then get into her. I'd become nervous about it, anyway. She was too young for me, I worried.   Although I was only fifteen, the age gap seemed greater than three or four years. She was just a child. I forgot, for the moment, that her sister had been not much older than she when I'd had her the first time and Esther certainly had not been as developed as Verna. 

"I'll get out here, too," I said when we stopped to let Verna out. "I'm going to visit my uncle." Verna lived just across the road from my uncle's place; the same place where, three years earlier, I'd screwed her older sister the first time

"Leave me alone," Verna protested when, after the taxi drove away, I grabbed for her. But she didn't run for her house, which was only fifty yards away.

"Let's see if Esther is in the trailer," I suggested. The trailer, which was parked beside the house, was her father's latest acquisition, a rather battered but clean camping trailer. I knew that Esther and Verna had been playing there regularly and I suspected that Esther had been letting some of the guys fuck her there, too. Because it was so close to my uncle's place and because my aunt had let it be known that she believed some 'bad things' were happening there, I hadn't dared to try to continue my relationship with Verna's promiscuous sister. But tonight it was dark and we wouldn't be seen and, if Esther was, in fact, in there getting screwed, then perhaps Verna might be persuaded also.

"No...She ain't. I know she ain't," Verna said in a timid voice. "And Dad don't want us to play in there no more."

I took her by the hand and virtually dragged her the twenty feet to the trailer door. She hung back, resisting, but I was much bigger than she and, ignoring her tremulous protests, I got the door open and pulled her inside.

"Why won't he let you play here, Verna?" I'd been in the trailer a few times, sneaking a smoke with Fred, Verna's brother, so even in the pitch darkness; I was able to get to the bunk.

"Coz he caught her...Esther...in here with Russell. She was...you know.. .doin' it."

"Doing what, Verna?" I pulled her down beside me on the bunk."

"You know. Makin' out with him."

"Have you made out here, too?" She clamped her legs together when I slipped my hand up under her short skirt.

"No. Stop it!" the girl protested. "I'm not old enough." She tried to squirm away from me as I forced my hand between the yielding flesh of her thighs. "I ain't like her. Stop it!"

"But it made you feel good, didn't it? In the car? You liked it, didn't you?" She was still resisting but the tips of my fingers were now touching the slippery softness of her cuntflesh.

"Yeah...ungh...no...Don’t! It ain't right!"

"Awww...c'mon, Verna...let me feel you...just for a moment."

"I don't wanna...I'm scairt," she protested, but her legs loosened and suddenly I had my hand over the exciting puffiness of her juvenile twat. I hugged her closer, feeling her high, firm breasts dig into my chest as I began to probe the smooth fleshfolds. Esther had hair there the last time we’d done handjobs on each other but Verna's underaged cunt was still hairless, satiny, wet and swollen, like her sister's had been the first time.  Despite her whimpering protests, and she was still asking me to stop, Verna had become completely tractable under my exploring hands. I slid one hand under her sweater and the hardness of her nipples, sticking out like little bullets from the tips of her unbrassiered breasts, was novel and exciting to me. Hampered by her cotton panties, I hauled them down, eliciting a tearful objection from her but her legs moved together to allow the flimsy garment to slide over her thighs and then, when I pulled her panties completely off, her legs parted loosely, giving me unfettered access to her pulpy pussyflesh

Though Verna was on the verge of tears, I was sure now that I was going to get to fuck the cute, little sexpot. It was a wonderful feeling, knowing I’d overcome her objections, knowing that I’d soon be inside her nubile body.

Verna was on her back, legs apart, and she wasn't making any attempt to escape from my erotic exploration of her hairless, young quim. I sluiced my finger up and down in the crevice that split her juvenile pudendum, hearing her sharp intakes of breath when I rubbed her hard, little clitoris and sensing her tension when I pressed my finger into the hot opening below it.

From my experience, especially with Esther and Barbara, I had learned enough that I knew the effect of stimulating a girl's clit. Cupping Verna's plump, soft vulva with my hand, I inserted my middle finger into the snug, elastic mouth of her vagina, feeling the hot clasp and the fine corrugations of the juicy slot. Probing deeper until my digit was totally enclosed by her hot vagina, I pressed my thumb on the slick, smooth clit bump and massaged it. Her hips began to jerk and, recognizing the signals, I used my finger like a little cock, fucking the lust-oiled tunnel.

"Hanh? Anh? Hanh?" Verna whimpered and her thighs closed on my wrist. "Hanh? Unh? Unnhhh?", she gasped in the heat of impending  orgasm.

I rolled over on top of her, kneeing her legs apart and mounting her as I frantically pushed down my pants to free my throbbing erection.

"Nah….nah…cahhnn’t?" Her childish voice sounded quavering and uncertain, as if she was seeking reassurance that it was all right to do this. In the darkness of the trailer, I couldn't see her face clearly but I could make out her form as, on hands and knees above her, I pushed her short legs apart with mine and lowered my hips. Her skirt was bunched up around her hips and her twin tit-cones stuck up under her tight sweater. I thrust blindly, my cock bumping the hot, wet softness of her cunt as I sought the portal to her ripe, young body.  When, two months ago, I'd overcome Barbara's resistance, forcibly masturbating her to a state of helpless acquiescence, my attempt to enter her had caused a sudden, frantic attempt to escape and I'd had to pin her hips while I effected penetration. Esther, too, when I pushed into her cunt, had tried to stop me. Verna was smaller and younger and, on the basis of my experience with Barbara and Esther, I was expecting a similar, last minute rejection and I placed my hands on Verna's plump, naked hips to prevent her from twisting away. This time it was different.

"Dohhhnn’t...don't tell," she whined breathlessly and her pelvis tilted up to me as I felt the heat of her cuntal opening against the tip of my cock. She wasn't struggling. She was letting me do it. I felt the hot, yielding softness of the orifice engulfing the tip of my cock as I pushed in, her plump hips trembling under my hands but also tilting up to me in an unmistakable invitation to fuck her.  "Whuummmph!" Her breath exploded from her open mouth as I lunged and buried my cock into the hot tightness of her juvenile passage, her thighs cradling me warmly as my hips meshed with hers. I ground my pubis into the small girl's fuck saddle, the tip of my cock pushing against her cervix, her hairless labia softly surrounding the base of my tool.  Verna was my fifth girl, after Eileen, Shirley, Esther and Barbara and, perhaps because I had, less than two hours before, gone off in my pants, I was able to savour the delightful feel of her soft, squishy cuntflesh as it engulfed my throbbing tool. I squirmed against her and, as I did, her small hips wriggled responsively

"Don't tell...promise you won't tell Daddy I done this," she whined as she stretched her short legs out flat and pressed her hands against my chest. "He don't want me to do it with nobody 'cept him."

The old bastard, I thought. He'd fucked Verna as well as Esther. Incest was a common thing among some of the families in the village so I was not particularly shocked by the revelation. I began to fuck her then, moving slowly in and out of her moistly clasping channel.  Although none of the girls had been big, Verna was the smallest of the four. I felt like a giant lying on top of her short frame, her face barely level with my chest. She was uttering little grunts and whimpers with each thrust, her soft sheath clinging glove-like to my cock on the withdrawal, then gripping it like a mushy fist when I pushed back in. In spite of my earlier orgasm, the pulpy grasp of her close-fitting corridor quickly fired my lust and, in my youthful, self-centered lechery, I began to fuck her compliant, young body with selfish passion.

"Unh...ungh...unh...ungh," she grunted and I felt the hot pressure building in my adolescent balls. There was, for me, only the intensely thrilling caress of her soft, fleshily clinging tunnel and, when my lust reached its apex, I ground against her trembling loins. The hot thrill of orgasm suffused my lower body and, with a guttural moan, I exploded into her, feeling the thick, creamy fluid surrounding my cock as I pumped my gism into her juvenile fuckwell. 

Before, with Esther and even with unwilling Barbara, I had made my partner cum too. This time, however, Verna was merely a compliant receptacle for my wanton selfishness. Her hips jerked when she felt my cock jump inside her but I did not feel that glorious contraction that, with the others, had milked me so delightfully.

"Didja like me?" she asked in her childish voice when I rolled off her limp, open frame. Her fingers were on her pussy and I realized that she was masturbating. "Golly. Hee Hee, yuh sure messed me," she giggled breathlessly, her hand rubbing furiously between her legs. And then, with a panting gasp, her pelvis wriggled and arched and she uttered a short, sharp cry of completion. 

My passion sated, now I was suddenly afraid that someone might come. "We'd better get dressed," I said, "Before we get caught."

"Yer not gonna tell nobody are yuh?"

"No, of course not, Verna. And don't you tell, either."

"I ain't, fer sure. Daddy'd kill me. He beat Esther real bad when he caught her. But I ain't gonna be like her. I ain't gonna let guys do it...'cept you, acourse."

Verna did not, in fact, become as promiscuous as her sister but that may have been because she was pregnant and married before she was sixteen. Esther, on the other had, managed to avoid that fate until she was twenty and, the last I heard, she was with her third common-law husband and the mother of three kids.

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                                      Erotic Odyssey I

                                        Chapter Six

                                        Loving Landlaydy

In my final year of High School I boarded on a farm, just outside the town, with the married daughter of one of my mother's friends.  As in the previous year, I went home for the weekends.

Mrs. Haines, my landlady, was probably in her early thirties but, to a sixteen year old, this was pretty old. Nonetheless, during the first couple of months of living there in a big, rambling farmhouse, she became my fantasy partner during many of my nightly widow sessions.

Lou, her husband, was a heavy drinker and, coming from a home where there was never any alcohol, this was a learning experience for me. They had two young children, one a pre-schooler and the other in Grade 5, I think.  Often I was pressed into service to babysit. This was no inconvenience since I had to study and, as well, we were far enough out of town that I really had nowhere else to go at night anyway.

As I've already mentioned, Bonny, Mrs. Haines, was the frequent object of my adolescent, sexual fantasies. She was about 5'4" tall, dark complexion and pretty. She was always committing to go on a diet and, as far as I could tell she was in fact rather plump. There was something about her that aroused me, a mysterious look in her eyes when she looked at me that seemed to promise special delights. But the age difference was such that I never even considered the possibility that my fantasy could become reality.

"Did the kids behave, Joe?"

I was in my room reading a detective magazine, one of the many that Lou received from a friend with a newsstand who ripped off the covers of his unsold magazines and passed them on to Lou. I liked them because many of the cases dealt with sexual assaults and the stories included discreet but exciting descriptions along with pictures of pretty women.

"They were fine, Mrs. Haines. No problem."

"Can I come in?"

"Uh?... Sure." I pulled the covers up to hide my erection, wishing I hadn't taken off my pajama bottoms, as the door opened.

"Lou's a bit under the weather," she said as she sat on the edge of the bed. "What are you reading?"  She picked up the magazine that was open face down beside me.

"Uh...just one of Lou's magazines," I replied, embarrassed. I knew that 'under the weather' was her way of saying that her husband was falling down drunk.

"Hmmmm...I see. You like this kind of story, I guess?" There was a sort of odd look in her eyes as she commented. "Or is it the pictures?"

"No. It's not that. I just find the stories interesting." I blushed with embarrassment and, when she glanced at the sheet bulging up over my erection, I wanted to hide.

"Hmmm...Interesting, eh?"  Her hand, almost as if by accident, dropped onto the bulging sheet as she threw the magazine onto the bed.  "Do you ever think of assaulting women the way they do in these stories?"

I was mortified.  What must she think?

"Oh no! I wouldn't!"  I stammered.  "It's terrible!"

"It doesn't feel to me like you think it's terrible.  I think you secretly want those girls.  Do you have a girlfriend?"

Her hand wasn't just lying on me now, it was moving, rubbing me, and despite my humiliation, my erection grew.  But it still never dawned on me that she, an older married woman, had any thoughts other than to scold me for my prurience.

"Uh, no Mrs. Haines. Not right now."

"I think you need a girlfriend. To do something about this."  Her hand closed around my throbbing penis outside the sheet.  "And I bet you could make her very happy, too."   It was only then that I realized that she was possibly a bit under the weather, too.  But I didn't know what to say.

"Lou's passed out, Joe.  We're the only ones awake.  Does that give you any ideas?"  Her hand was tracing the outline of my penis through the sheet and her cheeks were flushed.

"Uh? Whaddya mean, Mrs. Haines?"  My groin was afire but I still couldn't believe what she seemed to be suggesting.

"Do you think I'm too old?  Am I just an old married woman to you?"  She smiled in an odd way when she said it.

"Uh, no...You’re not old, Mrs. Haines."  Was she suggesting what I thought she was?  "But? Like?  You're married?  You know?"

"Yeah...and a fat lot of good it's doing me right now.”  Her other hand was on my chest, slipping under the top of my pajamas. And then she began to play with my nipples, which added to my inner turmoil. I just lay there, tense but my loins afire.

"It's your bedtime," she said.  "It's lights out time."

I was disappointed when, as she said that, she got up from the bed and went to the door.  But boy, was the widow going to get a workout tonight.  I waited for the door to open but, instead I heard the click when she turned to key in the lock and then I heard the rustle of her clothes as she came back to the bed.  My eyes had not adjusted to the darkness and I waited, hoping against hope for what came next.

"It's my bedtime, too, Joe.  And I don't want to get in bed with that drunk upstairs."

I felt the cool air on my naked, lower body as the sheet was pulled back and then, before I could anticipate what was next, her warm, naked body was on the bed and pressed to my side.

"Have you ever thought about this?" she asked as her hand moved teasingly down over my belly.  "About me being in bed with you?"

"Uh...no Mrs. Haines."  I think I whimpered then when her hand closed over my upthrust prick.  Should I tell her the truth?  Should I tell her that I'd imagined, many times, that I was fucking her?

"I want you to touch me, too."  She took my hands then, placing on the breast that was so pliant and warm against my chest, and the other on the curly bush that covered her prominent mons.  "Have you ever made love to a girl...a woman, Joe?"

"Oh, Mrs. Haines? Oohhh," I gasped as she pumped my throbbing tool and angled her hips forward so that my fingers slipped into the fat crease of her hair-wreathed sex. "Yeah...sorta?" Immediately I regretted saying that. It was almost like confessing to my mother. And anyway, this wasn't like being with young girls like Barbara and Esther.

"Darn. I hoped I was going to get your cherry, Joe."   She pushed her furry pelvis against my hand and my fingers dipped into the soaking wet, slipperiness of her fat vulva.  It was very different than the others I’d felt.  There was profusion of coarse, curly hair and for me, at that time, it added to my arousal.  Mrs Haines rose up then and straddled me.

My eyes had adjusted to the darkness and, as the woman climbed astride my hips, I could see her large, heavy breastbags jiggling and swaying above me. Like fleshy magnets, those fat globes drew me and I reached up to grasp in handfuls her huge, hanging bosom.  The barely pubescent girls I had been with before her had been only modestly endowed in the breast category but my landlady was BIG.  The feel of her soft, malleable titflesh was wonderful and I mauled them, squeezed then, tugged at them.

"Oh yes, Joe.  Squeeze them!" she moaned as she positioned her open body above my throbbing staff.   "Aaaahhhh," she sighed as she slithered down on my upstanding cock like it was a greased pole.  "Oohhh Gawwd...I've never taken one as big as this before."

It was different than I remembered.  Somehow softer and wetter and, whereas Barbara's juvenile sheath had only reluctantly admitted my cock, Mrs. Haines's pussy swallowed my cock with a muscular, pulling action that was drawing at my balls. Squeezing her soft, fat titflesh, I lay back and let the older woman fuck me, her furry pelvis sliding up and down with a smooth, rhythmic action.

"Oohhh Gawwd, Joe. This is good."   She was riding me skillfully, her broad hips rising up with a spiral motion that imparted the most delicious sensations to my excited tool, then plunging down with a grunt of satisfaction until her padded mons bruisingly bumped my pubis. It was too much for me, the mass of indefinable loveliness, which was her wet, exciting cunt surrounding and eating my prick. I couldn't hold back.

"Joe...no...Not yet," the woman gasped urgently. "Oh no." She must have felt that telltale jerk of my cock within her that signaled my loss of control.  But then, accepting the inevitable, Mrs. Haines forgot, for the moment, her own satisfaction and, with long, slow strokes, she raised and lowered her hips, drawing my gushing gism up into her softly engulfing cunt.

"Cum baby...cum in me," she crooned.  "Fill Bonny's hungry cunt with your hot, young gism."  It felt to me as if I was surrounded by a soft, fleshy hand that was extracting the last drops of my adolescent cum-cream and I went limp beneath her.

"Was it good? Did you like that?"

"Oohhh yesss Mrs. Haines. It was wonderful," I sighed but, in the aftermath of my climax, I was suddenly worried that her husband might catch us.

"Can you?  Oohhh Gawwd, Joe.  I want more."  Her full weight was resting on my hips now and, even in my cum-numbed state, I could feel a gentle, nipping on my cock.

"Uh? But?  What about Mr. Haines?  He might miss you?"  I whispered.

"Not a chance, Joe."  My hands had fallen to my sides and she drew them back to her tits, the soft fleshbags weighing heavily in my hands. "Can you feel this?" and, as she spoke, I felt her squishy, cum flooded passage compress my wilting organ with an incredibly soft, exciting squeeze that sent hot thrills surging again through my loins.

"Oohhh...Mrs. Haines...Oohhh yesss," I moaned, my worries about being caught suddenly subordinated to this new and delightful sensation.

With the resilience of youth, my penis was fully recovered after less than a minute of her skillful ministrations and she began again to ride me.

"Yeah...oh yeah, Joe baby...love your big cock...fuck your old landlady, baby...make her happy.." the woman chanted as her wide hips writhed and gyrated above me. Hearing her lewd words added to my excitement and I as soon thrusting up into her, meeting her downward plunges with grunt evoking heaves of my hips. My climax had relieved the pressures of my adolescent need and I was able to savour fully the action of her educated cuntal corridor.

"Yes, baby...fuck me...fuck me with your big cock," Mrs. Haines gasped as her tempo increased. "Women need this, you know.  We need to be fucked.  Make me cum, Joe...make me cum."

I mauled her bouncing breasts and she pushed the juicy fleshbags down into my clasping hands. Now, at the end of her downstrokes, she was grinding against me as if to get the last millimeter of cockmeat up into her pussy. Her broad, meaty hips were washing like waves against my loins, her vaginal lips sucking my cock voraciously as she panted and moaned. Then the pitch of her gasps became higher and I felt a furious pulling at my penis, a squishy, milking action.

"Yeah...yeah Joe...cumming...cummminng baby," she cried out and, even in my own excited state, I wondered why Mr. Haines or the children couldn't hear her loud, lewd exclamations.

Bonny wriggled rapidly for a moment, then ground down hard on me and virtually vibrated.  Her plump, soft flesh jiggles and she uttered a series of breathless groans and then she fell forward, her large, soft breasts coming to rest on my chest.

“You didn’t…hanh…didn’t cum again, did you?”

“No Mrs. Haines.  But I did…like…at first.”

“I want you to cum again, Joe.”  My buxom landlady sat up again and I felt the delightful, squeezing pressure on my cock as she worked her inner muscles with a skill I’ve only rarely encountered.  “Just relax, Joe.  Let me fuck you like this.  It’s so good to have a big, young cock inside me.  I just want to make you happy.”

I didn’t relax.  The sensation her juicy passage was producing was not the sort of thing that would make me calm down.  Her fat ass slid back and forth over my thighs while I mauled her big breasts and, in the near darkness, looked up at her voluptuous body. 

The pressure in my own loins was becoming intense and, as the woman's muscular sheath worked on my penis I grabbed her hips and pulled her down even harder on my throbbing staff.

"Yunngh…like that...all the way, Joe," Mrs. Haines grunted in a guttural moan as she writhed against me.  "Cum, baby...cum in me...hurry," she panted and I felt my sperm begin its hot rush upwards. Her hips rocked, alternately tightening and loosening her cuntal corridor as I spurted into her, my hips arching off the bed in ecstasy.

I don’t know if she came again but at that moment I had no concern for her satisfaction.  I was conscious only of the hot, wet friction of her sheath on my bucking, spitting cock.  I felt as if she was drawing my very essence from me as she fucked me with mature skill.

"Myyyy Gawwwdd Joe.  You're going to have to fight off the girls if word gets around about you."  She had fallen forward and her large, soft breasts were mashed against my chest. Then, with a sigh, she rose up from my hips, a dribble of gism trickling out of her hairy fucknest as she unsheathed herself.

"I have to go, Joe.  I have to do something so I won't produce a little Joe in a few months."  She sat on the edge of the bed and began to pull on her clothes.  "Did you like it, Joe?  Are you disgusted with me?"

"No...Yes. I mean, it was wonderful, Mrs. Haines." I felt drained after cumming twice in such a short time and I was again nervous about being caught by her husband.

"You'll have to call me Bonnie," she whispered. "When we're alone, that is. When you're fucking me." She bent down and planted a quick kiss on my lips and quickly left the room.

I was asleep in seconds, I believe.  It was not until the next day that the possible significance of her words dawned on me.  'You'll have to call me Bonnie when you're fucking me.'  She must intend to let me fuck her again. And, by then, the thought had appeal.

Bonnie didn't exactly fuck me to death during the school year I boarded with her and her alcoholic husband, but she did it enough to quell the raging fires of adolescent lust that burned in my loins.  Not enough, however, to stop me from a despicable act, later in the year.  On her own, she would likely have been in my bed every night but fear of being found out limited our couplings to weekly, at most.

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                                      Erotic Odyssey I

            Chapter Seven

                                          Coupling Cousins

We were experiencing an April snowstorm, unusual for the area and that, it seemed, made it feel even colder.  I had been unable to go to my boarding place and, after a one week Easter break, I was more than anxious to return to my landlady's loving embrace.  My parents along with my uncle and aunt had been storm stayed in the town, a few miles away, and their daughter, Lucy, and I were staying together at my house, a house without central heating.

I was sixteen and Lucy about two years younger at fourteen. She was quite a pretty girl, quite tall and well developed and she had one especially noteworthy feature, for me anyway, her breasts. Still, she was my cousin so, even when I'd been playing at her place and attempting to seduce Esther, the thought of screwing my cousin never entered my head.  And at first that night, it still hadn't.

I had built a fire in the little stove in the upstairs hallway but so far it had been inadequate to warm up the bedrooms.  I had pulled a chair up close to the stove and, in the doorway to the bedroom Lucy was using, next to mine, she also had a chair to sit on. The heat from the little stove was sufficient, sitting close to it, to warm me.

"Boy, this is sure something, Joseph. I never dreamed it could be so cold here in April."

"Yeah...at least we don't have to be out in it."  I opened the heavy bathrobe I was wearing to allow the heat more direct access to my body.  "I hope my room warms up."

"Me too," and as if taking my lead, Lucy opened her robe, too.  Under it she was wearing a flannel nighty she had found in the bedroom and it was a few sizes too small for her, especially around her chest.  I looked at the way it was stretched across her breasts and unconsciously compared her with Mrs. H.  She wasn't as big but, somehow, they appealed to me more.

"Don't make it too hot," my cousin cautioned as I added some more wood to the fire.  "We don't want to burn the house down."

"It'll be OK," I said and, pointing to the heat-blistered paint on the wall, added, "It's been hot here before.  Hotter'n this."  Did she realize how appealing her tits were?  Did she ever get horny?  Had she ever guessed what Esther and I did that night behind her house?  All those questions ran through my head as I warmed by the fire and, remembering that night with Esther, I began to get an erection.  Dare I ask her any of those questions?

"You're going to Normal school next year, aren't you, Joseph?"

"Yeah. I guess so."  I got up again. "Just a minute, Lucy. I gotta do somethin'."  I went into my room and, with the door half-closed, I took off my pajama bottoms.  The robe covered me enough that she wouldn't be able to see anything and this way I'd be able to get the heat directly on my lower body.

"Will you be lonesome?  I mean, I know you've been away at school for the last two years but you won't be able to get home on weekends, like now?"  The fire was roaring from the extra wood and, as she spoke, she let her robe fall completely open.  Was she intentionally letting me see her tits better?  I didn't know and I still don't, but they jiggled under the tight-fitting nighty and, cousin or not, I began to imagine what it would be like to fuck her.  She was as big as Mrs. Haines and older than all the others had been. What would she say if I told her about fucking Barbara last summer?  Right here, in the room behind me

"Nanh...I'll be OK. There's nobody my age around here, anyway."   I could feel the direct heat from the stove on my groin and it added to my disturbed state. Esther’s father had fucked her so fucking a cousin wasn't that bad, was it?  Had Lucy ever though about fucking?  Did she know what a cock looked like?  I spread my legs and let the robe fall away a bit.  Not enough to be too obvious but enough that she could see me, if she was curious.  Maybe she was thinking what I was?

"Boy, it's sure getting hot now." Lucy looked back over her shoulder.  "I wonder if my bedroom is warm yet?"

"Prob'ly not yet."  Had she seen me?  I knew I was bigger than the other guys and if she looked down at all she couldn't miss what was there.  "But it's sure nice'n warm close to the stove."

"I guess I better go to bed pretty soon."  Her cheeks were flushed and it was then I noticed the little bumps on her breasts.  Not that little, either.  At the time I didn't consider that the bumps might be sending a message but since then I've wondered if it meant that she was having thoughts like I was.

"It'll still be pretty cold, I bet."  I moved again so my huge erection, and by then it was huge, would be almost impossible to miss.  If that didn't scare her off, then she must be willing, I thought.  Esther had protested but the guys said that was what girls did, anyway.  Even Barbara had given in once I got her started.

"Yeah, I guess so?"  This time, when Lucy replied, I was sure she'd seen me, my cock.  Her eyes had glanced down momentarily, and then looked up at me and, maybe thinking that I hadn't noticed, she'd looked down again.

"Maybe we could keep each other warm, in bed,"  I ventured.  If she agreed to that then I'd know for sure she was willing.

"Oh no," Lucy replied with a little chuckle.  "I don't think we can do that. It's not that cold."

"Well, I don't dare put any more wood in the stove," I replied as, making up my mind to try to fuck her, anyway, I stood.  "C'mon Lucy. Let's see how warm your room is."  I squeezed by her, my stiff prick brushing on her shoulder in a way she couldn't miss.

"It's OK.  You go to your room, Joseph," Lucy said in a tense, strained voice as she stood up.

With the impetuosity of youth I grabbed her hand and dragged her toward her bed.  "Let's see if it's warm enough, Lucy," and abandoning any pretense of innocent conversation, I pushed her down on the bed.

"Joseph! What are you doing?" my cousin cried out as I pulled up her nighty and lay on top of her, my knees and hips forcing her legs open as I pushed her farther across the bed.  My cock was bare, unfettered by any pajamas, but even more important, Lucy had nothing at all under her nighty.  And the most important thing of all was that, as my young tool pressed up between her legs, she was wet.  I know now that Lucy must have been thinking about the same thing as I was and her wetness betrayed desire, however unwilled.

"NO! NO! LET ME UP!"   She cried out, her panic stricken voice sounding loud even over the howling wind outside.  But I was excited beyond reason and Lucy's struggles were ineffective as she squirmed under me.  I got one arm across her throat and pinned her shoulders to the bed, my chest crushing the big, firm tit-pillows of her chest while, with my other hand, I directed my throbbing, young penis to the wet softness between her legs.

"I'll tell...nooo...don't...dohhhnn’t," Lucy protested but she wasn't really fighting now.  Her arms pushed at me to the extent they could but her hips and legs remained motionless, unresisting as I found the heat of her vaginal portal.

"Gotta, Lucy. Gotta do it!" I grunted and, with my throbbing cock collared in the slippery slot, I pushed in.

"Noooo...Josepphhh...oowwwww!" Lucy wailed as I felt the initial blockage of her hymen tear easily before my impassioned thrust.  And then I was engulfed; surrounded by her hot, wet cuntal passage.  I was drowning.  I was blissfully unaware of anything except the delightful clasp of Lucy's deflowered, cuntal corridor.  It was gripping me with an elastic softness that molded her vagina to my tool and caressed me more snugly than my landlady's mature fuckwell.  I began, fiercely, to fuck my cousin's big, young body.  Her arms, freed from my constraint, went around me and her big, pneumatic breasts rolled under my chest as I ploughed her tight, virgin furrow. 

“Unh. . Joseph? . . No. . We. . Unh. . You can’t? Unh. . You’re my cousin,” she grunted as I screwed her.  It was rape, as much as it had been in the next room where I’d taken Barbara, but that didn’t deter me.  Mrs. Haines had taught me well and I slipped a hand between our close pressed bodies to find my cousin’s fat, juicy twat.  Her pussy wasn’t as hairy as my landlady’s but it was not the smooth baldness of the other girls I’d had.  I found her clit easily and, as I rubbed the slick, hard nubbin, Lucy’s legs opened wider and her wide hips tilted receptively.

“Are you OK, Lucy?  Am I hurting you?”

“Nanh…Hanh…Not now,” she mumbled, her arms clinging tightly to my shoulders.

I ground against her, pushing in and freezing as I fought to hold off my climax.  Fortunately Lucy was completely motionless as I felt the burning heat in my loins.  I guess I had a sort of mini-orgasm then but if either of us had moved it would have been a complete one.  Suddenly I was in control of my body again and I pushed my upper body away from hers.

Lucy lay there and in the flickering light from the stove, just outside her bedroom door, I could see her.  She made no attempt to dissuade me as I worked the too-small nighty higher until it was bunched around her throat.  Supporting myself with one outstretched arm I began to squeeze and stroke her breasts.  They were larger than I’d thought, two smooth hemispheres that stood out proudly from her chest.  Unlike Mrs. Haines’ huge, soft mammaries, Lucy’s were firm and springy and, for a minute or so, I played with them while I resumed a slow thrusting into her tight-fitting cunt.

“You did this to Esther, didn’t you?  Two years ago?”

“Yeah,” I admitted.  “But it’s better with you.”  I lowered my bare chest to hers, enjoying the feel of her full, hard-tipped breast-mounds as again I slipped my hand down to finger her pussy.

I guess Lucy had decided it was OK to continue.  She sort of wriggled her hips and bent her legs so that the warmth of her thighs embraced me.  I sank into her a bit deeper and felt the hardness of her cervix against the tip of my cock.  My mini-orgasm had relieved the immediacy of my need so I was able to fuck her compliant body slowly and savour the delightful, all-encompassing clasp of her ravished vagina on my tool.

“Are you gonna cum?”  My cousin was breathing hard as I fucked her and her hips were making little twitching jerks that more or less matched the rhythm of my thrusts.

“Hunh?. . Unh. . Cum?.. Unh. . Whaddya mean?”

I didn’t try to explain.  Her arms were around me again, holding me closer, her hands clutching my bottom and instinctively urging me to greater speed.  The bedsprings squeaked and protested as I increased the tempo of my thrusts and Lucy was panting and gasping in a way that answered my question.  Remembering what my landlady had taught me I shifted higher on my cousin’s body so that as I thrust my shaft was sliding over her clit. 

Lucy lifted her legs higher then and, as I sank even deeper into her my achingly swollen balls nestled in the crevice between her lush ass cheeks and it all added the last nudge to take me over the top.  I felt the burning heat of my orgasm paralyzing my loins and I heard my cousin’s breathless grunts as I hammered her with short, fierce strokes.  The rush began as the tight softness of her inner flesh clung excitedly to my staff and, with a loud grunt, I ground against her hips and erupted hotly into the inner depths of her virgin cunt.

As my cock jumped and bucked in the elastic constraints of Lucy's vagina, her hips suddenly surged up at me and I felt the sharp pain as he nails raked my back. For just a moment, her legs rose and she jerked and bucked under me with short, little surges as I spurted hotly into the soft, secret confines of my cousin's snatch.

I slumped down heavily on her, guilt-stricken by what I had done. Would she tell? Would she berate me? What was she going to do? I felt the little twitches and jerks of her broad hips under mine and was vaguely conscious of her laboured, sighing breathing. For a minute, probably less, I remained cradled between her wide flung thighs, my cock soaking in the flooded depths of her cunt.

"Joseph? You'd better go to your room?"

I went but I'm not sure if that's what she wanted. Next day she said nothing and, to this day, we've never mentioned what happened. Now, with hindsight and experience, I rationalize that she wanted it as Much as I did and I suspect that, had I known enough, we would have continued that night. It's probably best that I didn't know

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                                      Erotic Odyssey I

                                           Chapter Eight

                                        Trainable Nymphet 

As I mentioned, Bonny had two children, Jimmy, who was five and Cindy who was not quite ten at the beginning of the school year. I was called into service to baby-sit quite regularly which worked out well for all concerned since I seldom went out in the evening anyway.

The children were quite different in personality although I got along well with both of them. Jimmy, although younger, was the serious one, a little old man, afraid of his shadow. Cindy was the live wire, an active, giggly youngster who was always poking at me and teasing me in one way or another.

On the nights that I babysat, we soon developed a go-to-bed ritual. The two of them would come to my room which was a made over utility room at the foot of the stairs leading to the second floor where their shared bedroom was. I would call out, 'abandon ship', and they would come running. My bed was the ship and we'd re-enact a version of their father's tale of abandoning a torpedoed ship during his navy service.  Our routine was simple but they seemed to get a kick out of it. The three of us would roll around on the bed, which was supposed to be the pitching and rolling deck of the ship. We'd grab at each other with a lot of tickling and such and, after a couple of minutes, I'd grab Jimmy and carry him upstairs to his bed, the imaginary lifeboat. Then I'd go back and, while we pretended the ship was beginning to sink, I'd carry Cindy to the lifeboat before going back downstairs to radio a mayday signal. 

Cindy was a very pretty little girl, dark hair and a peaches and cream complexion with a small, rosebud mouth. She would grow to be a beauty, I could see, even then.  Despite her youth the ten-year-old girl had begun to fill out.  There was a noticeable change in her little body from the start of the school year in September and beginning of spring but I didn't give it any particular thought.  Our horseplay continued as before however, even though now my hands were encountering the unmistakable swelling of her breasts whenever we horsed around.  After all, I had just turned sixteen and was, in my mind at least, an adult. 

Bonny came to my room regularly, that is, whenever Lou got drunk, which was a frequent occurrence, and I enjoyed our sessions with no feelings of guilt or apprehension.  My adolescent libido was kept well in check by her skilled ministrations and all went well.  In the spring, Bonny got a job as a waitress and Lou went away to work in the bush so, every second week, I babysat on a nightly basis.  But Cindy, by then as I said, was ceasing to be a baby.  Even though Bonny took good care of me, especially after Lou went away, I was becoming somewhat tired of her. She was, after all, twice as old as I, and I was pretending she was one or another of the girls in school when we coupled. I did not, however, think of the little girl, Cindy, in that way.  Not until about two months before school ended.

"What's that?" We were finishing off our evening ritual and I had carried Jimmy to his bed when Cindy grabbed at my crotch.  Unwilled though it was, I had an erection.  For the last month or more this had been happening during our horseplay, brought on by my discovery that her breasts had begun to grow and were now sticking out like little oranges.  Her thighs also had filled out, as had her hips.  She was not the little girl she had been a year ago but I still had no conscious thought of her as other than a child, which she still was, of course.

"Someday I'll tell you, Cindy, but not now." I grabbed at her as she wriggled away.

"I don't want to leave the ship yet," she giggled as I tried to get hold of her. "I'm ten now...I don't have to go to bed so early."  She was small, probably only about four and a half feet tall, but quick and agile and, as we sort of wrestled on the bed, my hand went between her legs.  As soon as I touched her there, she stopped struggling. It wasn't the first time it had happened but on the other occasions it had been no different than when I grabbed her ankles or her shoulders.  This time, however, Cindy was wearing only a short nighty and, fresh from a bath, she hadn't put on any panties so my hand was on her naked pussy. I pulled it back as if her sex was a hot stove.

"You have to, Cindy. Your Mom wouldn't like it if I let you stay up later."

"Awww...I won't tell her, Joe. And Jimmy's asleep so he can't tell." She grabbed my hand and pulled it back between her legs. "Hee Hee… that feels funny," she giggled.  "It kinda tickles. I like it."

"The ship is sinking, Cindy. I have to take you to the lifeboat," I protested but my fingers had a will of their own as they played on the soft, smooth folds of flesh. She was sprawled on her back, her legs open, her nighty up around her hips. The flimsy fabric molded to her small, hard young breasts, the twin hemispheres clearly outlined. She was small but delightfully formed, her white thighs full and padded with baby fat, as were her flared hips.  She looked up at me trustingly, a finger in her pretty mouth, as I fondled her soft, hairless genitals.

"Not yet," Cindy murmured, a serious expression on her face. "I wanta play like this.  It's funner than a sinkin' ship."

Could a girl, a child like her, have an orgasm?  I still believe that I acceded to her innocent request as much from curiosity about her childish sexuality as out of any desire for my own sexual satisfaction.  Anyway, whatever my motivation, I continued to probe between the pliant fleshrolls, finding the warmer inner lips and then the hot orifice.  At first I couldn't feel the hard, little bump of her clitoris but at about the same time as my fingers were bathed with the oily evidence of her juvenile arousal, I found the little button.

"Oohhh Joe...that feels good," she sighed and she tilted her smooth, young pelvis. "I like playin' this way."

What the hell, I thought. It won't hurt. Maybe I can make her cum? I continued to stroke and fondle her sex and slipped my other hand under her nighty to cup one of her hard, little breast mounds.  The nipple was small but definitely hard and erect and her big, brown eyes now had a dreamy look as she sucked on her finger. Her sex seemed somehow larger now, and softer, the smooth fleshfolds swollen and glistening with the slick effusion from her precocious body.

"Unh? Joe? Unh? Unh?" Cindy panted and she began to squirm her young hips.  Yes. I was making her cum.  I pushed my index finger into the snug opening, feeling the fine corrugations of her juvenile cuntmouth while I rubbed her clit with my thumb.  "Hunnhh...Haannhhh!" she cried out and her legs locked on my wrist as her hips jerked in the unmistakable throes of climax.  "Gawwlyy, Joe. I never felt nothin' like that before," the youngster sighed after her legs relaxed and I took my hand away from her pussy.  "I liked it. But I'm ready for bed now

"You didn't tell me what that is?" she said, seriously, touching my erection when I carried her up to the bed she shared with her brother.

"Maybe another time I will, Cindy."  I was in pain, my balls aching after seeing this beautiful child caught up in her innocent, juvenile sexuality. Later that night, as I ploughed her mother's hairy furrow I wondered what it would be like with a little girl. No. She was too young. And too small.

"I don't wanta play tonight, Joe. I don't feel good."  Little Jimmy climbed the stairs by himself but his sister looked at me with a satisfied expression.

"Yuh gotta tell me tonight." Cindy walked ahead of me into my room and sat on the edge of the bed. "I'm glad he went to bed."

"Tell you what, Cindy?"  I knew what she meant but I was afraid of myself. Even as she just asked, I felt the familiar stirring in my groin. 

"You know...that!" and she grabbed at my crotch.

"Not tonight, Cindy. You have to go to bed."

"No way, Joe.  Not yet.  You gotta...you know...play with me."

The fresh, innocent expression on her young face contrasted with the artless eroticism of her request and my resolve never to do again what I had done last night dissolved in a rush of teenage concupiscence.  Her nighty, the same one she'd worn last night, was up to her hips and, although she had not just come fresh from a bath, I could see she wore no panties tonight, either.  I sat on the bed beside her.

"I shouldn't, Cindy. Your mother would kill me if she ever found out."   But, even as I protested, I slipped my hand between her willingly parted thighs and she flopped back on the bed.

"I won't tell.  'Sides, I saw what you'n her done last night."

"What do you mean, Cindy."  I had a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Had she seen me in bed with her mother?

"I seen you doin' what Daddy does to her sometimes.  I bet Daddy wouldn't like it if he knew?"

"It wasn't...we weren't...but you're not going to say anything, are you?"   I had my hand on her pussy and she was pulling her nighty up to her shoulders as I spoke. 

"No...not 'less you don't tell me...show me that," and she reached for my crotch.  I got up and locked the door. Her mother wouldn't be home for four hours but I didn't want to take the slight chance that her brother might come downstairs. 

"Alright, Cindy. I'll show you."  I must admit that, despite the danger and the immorality of complying with her naive request, or perhaps because of it, my penis was throbbingly erect.  I turned off the overhead light so that only the bedside light was on, then took off my pants and sat on the bed beside the ingenuously prurient young girl. 

"Gawwlyy," she exclaimed and, tentatively, almost shyly, she reached out to touch my organ.  "It's sure a lot bigger'n Jimmy's?"  She pulled her hand away when, reflexively, my penis jumped.  "Did I hurt it?"

"No, you didn't hurt it," I grunted as I again began to play with her pussy. "Are you satisfied now?”

"No...I wanta play with it," she giggled cutely and this time her grasp was not at all tentative.  "Boy, is it ever hard.  How come it doesn't show when you're dressed?  How do you hide it?"  Both of her small hands were on my cock as she slid her fingers over the tightly stretched skin and a drop of clear liquid seeped from the tip and ran down the shaft.  "What's that?  Yer not gonna pee are you?"

"No, I'm not going to pee.  But if you keep on playing with it something else will happen."  Her juvenile clitoris was hard now and her cuntflesh had become wet and slippery under my fingers.  The child's rapid arousal helped me to think of even baser actions.  What would it be like, I wondered, to fuck her soft, smooth young sex?  Could it expand to take me or would I injure her?  She really wasn't much younger than Eileen and Shirley had been but she was a lot smaller? No, I couldn't take the chance. I might hurt her too much.

"Mmmmyyeeee," Cindy squealed and her thighs locked on my wrist as her round, little hips humped against my hand. As she wriggled through her climax, she squeezed my cock tightly, her fingernails digging into it, her fingers unable to span its girth.

"Ouch," I grunted and I pried her hands off my tool. 

Cindy's legs opened again and she looked up at me, a dreamy expression on her young face.  "I'm glad you're livin' with us, Joe.  I like the way you play with me.  This is fun."

"But it's our secret, eh, Cindy?  You know your mother would be mad at both of us if she knew."   I put her hands back on my throbbing cock, my testicles swollen and aching from the salaciousness of the young girl's response to my lewd assault.

"Yeah...whaddya want, Joe? Do you want me to do somethin'?"

"Like this, Cindy," I said in a lust-choked voice as I guided her small hands on my shaft, moving them up and down.

"You mean?  Like?  Does this make yuh feel good?"  She was on her knees beside me as, with both hands gripping my organ, she pumped it. 

"That's it, Cindy. Oh yes, like that," and I slipped my hands under her nightie to cup her hard, little breasts. "That feels sooo good."

It was incredibly erotic.  The ten-year-old girl was masturbating me while I fondled her budding tits, her pink tongue projecting from her red-lipped mouth as she concentrated on the task.

"I'm going to go off," I grunted.  "Don't stop until I say so, Cindy."  I arched my hips and held her hands, setting the tempo as I felt the pressure in my loins.  "I'm going to shoot some white stuff, Cindy, but don't stop."

I'd masturbated many times but never had it been as good as then. Her little hands were warm and, as my penis swelled in the moment before eruption, she instinctively grasped it tighter.  The first jet of gism spurted out and up, spattering on her cheek and, surprised by it, she tried to pull her hands away but I held them there.

"Oh! Oh, Joe!" she exclaimed, looking innocently sexy as the thick gob of creamy semen tracked down the side of her pretty face.  After her initial attempt to stop, Cindy continued to pump me, the secondary surges of thick gism escaping in gentler spurts and running down over her little hands.   "Gawwlyy," Cindy gasped.  "What happened? What didja do?"  She pulled away and wiped the backs of her hands on her nighty.

"I went off, Cindy.  Like...it's like what happens to you when I play with your ...down there."   I was now a bit afraid at what I'd done but she showed no sign of being bothered by it, other than childish curiosity.

"Is it? Like? Is it fun for you?"

"For sure, Cindy, but we probably shouldn't do it again."

"Aww…but yer still gonna play with me ? Won'cha?  I mean, like, tomorrow?"

"I don't know, Cindy? We have to be careful?"  It had been an exciting experience but it wasn't as good as being in her mother.  What had I started? God, she was only a child.  I'd have to find a way out of this predicament.

A day makes quite a difference and, by the following evening, my fear was subordinate to my prurience.  Jimmy had been in bed all day with the 'flu and, when Bonny left for work, I was more than ready for another session with young Cindy.

"Joe?"

"Yes, Cindy?"   She was completely naked, her smooth young body sprawled wantonly on my bed while I played with her pussy and her breasts and she, with growing assurance, stroked my penis.  She'd come to my room as soon as her mother left that evening and there'd been no doubt that the surprisingly sexy youngster wanted more of our obscene sex-play.

"What were you doin'?  Like?  When I saw you on top of Mom?  Was it? Like?  Didja have this inside her?"  She gave my cock a squeeze to confirm what she meant.

"Mmmmm," I replied, nervously.

"Didja? Like? Didja shoot that stuff into her, too?"

"Yes, Cindy. That's what grownups do."

"But?  Like?  It's so big?" She stopped pumping me and, her eyes wide and innocent, she continued, "Will I?  Like?  When will I be grown up enough to do it that way?"

"Probably in five or six years, Cindy...maybe sooner...when you're bigger. But..." and I paused, wondering what I should tell her. She was tremendously desirable even though she was so small and so young. Her pussy was fat and wet and slippery, the smooth, hairless flesh swollen, the slit gaping a bit now from my lascivious caress. God, it was tempting. But I couldn't, I knew. Not to a ten year old.  A little girl.

"But what?  What were you gonna say, Joe?"  Her plump hips were beginning to squirm as she responded to my fingering.

"We can...pretend...like...I can rub you with it?"

"Yeah...Oohhh yeah...I'd like that," she gushed with childish enthusiasm. "Are you gonna get on top of me like you did Mom?"

"No, Cindy.  You're too little for that.  You get on my lap."  I swung my legs over the side of the bed and sat up. With not the least hesitation, Cindy clambered up on my lap, straddling my thighs.

Cindy's pretty, young face was flushed, her big eyes bright and shiny as she hooked her legs under my knees, her heels digging into my calves. She was like an oversized Barbie Doll, her little, pink-tipped tits standing out from her chest like white apples, her plump thighs bulging, round and firm and opened almost at right angles to her hips.  I slipped one hand under her full, round buttocks and eased her closer.

"Do you really put that inside Mommy, Joe? All of it?"

"Mmmmm," I murmured as I pressed the purple knob to her pussy. Her juvenile vulva was a convex mound below the baby fat bulge of her tummy, the smooth labia pulled apart because her legs were so widely spread and the pink inner lips just visible to my lecherous gaze.  I rubbed my knob in the soft crevice, savouring the yielding, pulpy feel of her fleshy, young sex

"Oh! Oh, Joe, it's hot." she gasped and, as I pressed the slick, bulbous plum to her hard, little clit, her expression became serious.  "Mmmm...I like that," and, unaware of her peril, she tightened her warm thighs on mine as I titillated her juvenile senses.  I moved my cock up and down in the puffy, swollen slit, holding it against her sensitive clit-bump and rubbing it, then pressing the knob into the moist heat of her cuntal orifice.  The fleshy gap between her thighs was almost the width of my hand and my turgid tool was pushing the soft fleshrolls apart, the smooth folds opened now in an inverted vee.  Little whimpers of juvenile excitement escaped her pretty lips and, after less than a minute of this obscene arousal of her underaged senses, I could tell that she was close to a climax.  What would she do if I put the tip inside?  I was essentially masturbating by using her hot, soft pussylips and the lewd desire to have more of her young softness around me was overwhelming.

"Unh unh unh," she panted as her excitement grew.  I got my finger on her clit and rubbed it as I pushed my cocktip up more firmly at the mouth of her juvenile twat.  So far it had been easy.  The narrow orifice seemed to be expanding and the bulbous, purple knob was completely surrounded by the hot softness of Cindy's immature cunt.  Her eyelids were at half-mast, her mouth pursed in self-concerned concentration as I played on her naive, young senses.  My hand, holding and supporting her firm, round bottom, felt a trembling, a flexing of the muscles, as her climax neared. I eased her closer, trying to get more of her hot snugness around my throbbing cock.  I had, until then, had only one virgin, Barbara.  I knew vaguely about girls' virginities and had heard lots of lewd comments about popping cherries but it was only words and, in my lust-driven rape of Barbara, I had not paid much heed to the brief hindrance provided by her hymen.  Now, however, as I drew the little girl's body closer and felt my ingress halted by a barrier, I was suddenly aware that I'd have to pop her cherry, to break through the barrier to get deeper inside her.

"Do you like this, Cindy?" I asked, my voice raspy with desire, "Am I hurting you?"

"Nuh...unh...unh...nooo.  Don't stop!  Not yet!" she panted in reply, then she bit her lower lip and on the very edge of orgasm, her young body seemed to vibrate, her widespread thighs quivering astride mine.  "Haaaaannnhhh," she gasped and I heard the extended outrush of her hot breath as her juvenile vagina pulsated around the head of my cock.  It was too much, so incredibly sensuous that, with no thought of consequences, I pulled her small, round hips closer.

"Whannhh...whooo...hnneeee," Cindy squealed as I felt the fragile barrier yield inward, then tear as I pushed through her hymen.  Her mouth twisted in a grimace of pain and her eyes flooded with tears. "Hooo...Ohh Joe...you're hurting meee," she whined but half the length of my tool was in her and it felt as if her virgin vagina had peeled the skin back.

"Oh God, Cindy...I'm sorry," and, when I looked down and saw the blood from her ruptured cherry welling out around my cock, I was scared.  What had I done?  Was she going to tell?  "I couldn't stop...I didn't mean to," I said while I pulled her face to my chest, trying to console her.

"Doh...doh...dohn't...Oohhh...it hurts," she sobbed but, despite my fear of consequences, I didn't want to give up the delightful, hot clasp of her underaged passage on my throbbing cock

"It's alright, Cindy. You'll be OK," and I stroked her bare back and her heaving, little breasts.  Her little body shook briefly with choking sobs but then her hands pushed at my chest and, leaning back she looked down at me with her big, tear-flooded eyes.

"It's better now, Joe...it doesn't hurt, hardly atall," and already I could feel a change in the way I was gripped by her juvenile passage.  At first it had been almost painful, despite the fact that her cuntal corridor was well lubricated, but now it was just tight, deliciously, delightfully tight, better than anything I'd felt before.

"You're not mad at me?"  I fingered her clit, standing out nakedly now that the thickness of my cock had spread outer and inner lips apart.  Could I put more in her without hurting her?  Was a ten tear old's pussy able to expand like I knew an older girl's would?  Eileen and Shirley had not been much older but both of them were bigger.  And I hadn't been as big then.  I waited, watching her face for signs that she was getting aroused again.

"Nuh...no...But?" Cindy looked down. "Joe! I'm bleeding!  Oh Joe, what're you gonna do?  I'm scairt."

"It's alright, Cindy. It's OK."  I felt the tenseness in her when she saw the blood but, at that moment, my only worry was that she'd be too scared to let me continue.  "It's...you're not bleeding now. Just relax."

"I don't think you oughta be doin' this, Joe?"

"It's OK, Cindy...if it isn't hurting."  I sensed, from the special feel of her clit under my finger that her juvenile libido was becoming aroused again and I concentrated my attention on making her cum. If Cindy had been skinny, like many her age, I likely wouldn't have gone as far as I had but her legs were plump and shapely, her bottom was full and round and, combined with her budding breasts, she looked like a miniature woman, a woman with a child's pretty face.  The tears had stopped now and her immature passage was relaxing again.  Cautiously, and not letting up my stroking of her little clit, I eased her closer, a fraction of an inch at a time.  The walls of her tender, young sheath expanded and adjusted to each further penetration but I don't think she was really aware of what was happening until less than two inches remained unsheathed.

"Yannhh...Annh...Oohhh. JOE?" she cried out when her lust clouded eyes glanced down and she saw that most of my cock was in her.

"Is it close, Cindy? Do you feel like...are you cumming?"  The youngster didn't know what I meant, I'm sure, but my finger had achieved it's objective.  Her hips jerked, her pelvis squirmed and her eyes rolled back until only the whites were showing.  I felt a twitch as the muscles of her cock-stretched vagina contracted and the stimulation from her soft, glove-tight cunt took me beyond restraint.  I leaned back and she slid forward, unavoidably taking the remainder of my tool into the depths of her tender corridor as she jerked and wriggled orgasmically.

"Huuuunnnhhhh," her breath whooshed out as I exploded into the tightly clinging depths of her little-girl cunt.  I won't say that her juvenile sheath milked me, not the way her mother's did, but I'm sure I ejaculated as large a quantity as I ever have.  Her mouth gaped, her hot breath sounded in little panting gusts as I pumped my semen into the tightness of her underaged body.  And then it was over.  I was sick with fear.  But Cindy, little, ten year old Cindy, was breathing hard but now seemingly unconcerned.  Her hairless twat was mashed against my pubis as she made little trembles and jerks against me.  Her devirginated passage had expanded and adjusted to the never-known penetration and now, flooded with my gism, she was sitting astride me, supple and relaxed.

"Boy...Aahhh...golly...I sure feel stuffed."

"Are you OK, Cindy?"  I wanted to get her to bed as soon as I could and I eased her little body off of me.  I took her upstairs to the bathroom and washed the blood from her pussy, then went back to my room to check my bed.  Fortunately I had been sitting on a shirt that I'd thrown on the bed when I came home from school so the sheets were not stained.  I guess it was fortunate also that school was almost ended since my lechery didn't stop with just that one time.  Cindy, despite her youth, seemed to develop an appetite for sex but her mother began working days instead of evenings so our opportunities were limited.

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                                      Erotic Odyssey I

                                           Chapter Nine

                                                       Fat Franny

The summer after I finished High School was pleasant but uneventful.  It was also sexless but the frustration was offset in a way by the anticipation of a new experience.

I was scheduled to go to Normal School, which, in those days, was a one-year teacher-training establishment.  Teaching was to be the source of funds for a University education since my parents would have difficulty financing the four years without some help from me.

I was nervous and somewhat apprehensive when I arrived at my boarding house.  As a country boy I was a bit in awe of the other boarders who all came from towns or cities and as well, the town where Normal School was located was considerably larger than the one where I had gone to High School.

The students at the school were predominately female but I was a shy guy so, for the first month or so all I could do was fantasize about some of my shapely classmates.  It was frustrating because, with the limited privacy of the boarding house and because I shared my bedroom with another guy, I had little or no opportunity to relieve my frustrations with the time-tested, five-fingered widow.

One of my classmates was Franny, a local girl who came from a farm just outside the town and who lived at home.  Franny was a pretty girl but she was also somewhat overweight.  And I don’t mean just plump.  She was fat.  Corpulent. Obese.  But she was also very friendly and that was more than enough to offset any negatives her size might have engendered.

Actually though I liked fat girls.  At that age, seventeen, I liked all girls.  I still do.  As I said, she was pretty, a round-cheeked, full-lipped prettiness that invited attention.  Her bosom was impressive though ill defined under the loose-fitting sweaters and blouses she usually wore.  She was the proverbial four axe handles across the ass and her legs were like tree trunks, large and thick but also nicely tapered from her thick, fat thighs to her surprisingly dainty ankles.

As I said, I was a shy guy but after a while it became apparent even to reticent me that she liked me.  Every day she seemed to be at the coffee shop where my fellow boarders and I hung out and she usually ended up sitting at the same booth where we were.

Although as you know I was not sexually innocent but all of my previous experiences except for Mrs. Haines had been with girls younger than I.  Had I been more worldly I probably would have made a move earlier but nothing happened for several weeks.  My fellow boarders kidded me a lot, sort of making fun of Franny because of her obesity while telling me that she had the hots for me.  I didn’t believe them.  Not at first.  But I began to wonder if there was any significance to the fact that Franny somehow always managed to be sitting right beside me and that her thigh sometimes pressed more firmly against mine than the situation required.  Or that she often leaned across the table in such a way that her big, soft breasts were crushed against my arm.

It was Easter weekend and all of others had gone home.  For me, however, it wasn’t possible so I was stuck there.  As usual I went to the coffee shop and, also as usual, Franny was there.

“Aren’t you going home for the weekend?”

Franny was sitting close beside me even though we were the only ones in the booth.  Maybe there was something to what the guys were teasing me about?  “No.  Not enough time.  I guess I’ll go to a movie or something.  And start working on a term report.”

“Maybe we can work on the report together?”

“Uh, sure,” I replied and I guess then I finally was convinced that she was interested in me.  But I still wasn’t expecting anything more than maybe a bit of kissing.  Still the thought of kissing her full, soft lips was extremely appealing.  And I’d be alone in my room tonight so I could get some relief.  For most of the school year my nocturnal sessions had been inhibited by the presence of my room mate, another male teen.

“Do you know where I live, Joe?”

“Yeah, sort of.  But you’ll have to give me some directions.”

Franny opened my notebook and sketched the route to the farmhouse where she lived.  I was exquisitely conscious of the way her fat breast rubbed on my arm as she leaned across me to make the sketch.  I began to get that almost nauseous feeling in my gut as my cock swelled with the faint hope of getting to know her better.  Much better.  It had been a long time.

“Come on out this evening,” she said softly.  “My parents are going to a Church Social and this gives me an excuse to stay home.”

It took me the best part of an hour that evening to walk out of town to where she lived and I got there at about eight o’clock, after her parents had left.  Franny had a little study room in the back of the large, rambling farmhouse, well away from the kitchen where the rest of her family spent most of their time.  The other members of her family, an older sister and two older brothers, were also out so were alone in the big house.

The reports we were supposed to prepare were quite simple.  We were scheduled to begin practice teaching in a few weeks and one of our instructors had asked his class to develop an outline of how to present a lesson on our political system.  The lesson was supposed to compare the first-past-the-post voting system with proportional representation.  Not very difficult unless you’re trying to explain it to a bunch of ten year olds.

We had a collection of reference books that Franny had brought home from the library so we spread them out on the table in her study room and sat down, side by side, to begin.  And that’s about as far as we got.  As far as we got in preparing our outlines, anyway.

Franny was wearing a white blouse and a tartan kilt.  The blouse was loose fitting, like everything else I’d seen her wear.  Loose fitting and also open at the neck.  And below the neck.  In fact, the top three buttons were undone and on that particular blouse that meant that it was open or potentially open to a point lower than her breasts.  I sort of peeked although she was making her mode of dress (or should I say, undress) no secret and through the gaping opening I saw no sign of a brassiere.  As soon as we sat down she reached across in front of me to pick out one of the books from the stack to my left.

“Ooops,” she said with a funny smile as one of her big, soft breasts escaped its scanty confines and flopped almost into my lap.  “Hee Hee…Sorry,” she giggled as she started to stuff the floppy fleshbag back into her blouse.

I said I was shy (at least with girls my own age) but not too shy to make a move after what might have been an invitation.  It was an invitation of course but my experience to date had been with young teens and tweens (except for Mrs. Haines) and an invitation from someone my own age to fuck her exceeded my greatest expectations. 

“Don’t be naughty, Joe,” Franny murmured when I quickly slipped my hand into the opening of her blouse and grabbed a handful of malleable titflesh but she made no move to escape my fumbling fingers.  Her pretty face was turned up to mine and when my mouth closed over hers, her lips parted softly and her tongue thrust aggressively into my mouth.

If I’d had any doubts before, the wetness of her open mouthed, tongue-thrusting kiss dissolved them.  It was kind of awkward, sitting side by side as we were, but the discomfort from our positions was subordinate to the raging fire in my loins. 

Franny’s breasts were like warm, loose pillows and as we kissed I mauled them none too gently, squeezing and rubbing and tugging at their fleshy softness while I wondered how she’d react if I felt her lower down.

“Let’s sit on the sofa,” Franny murmured and I needed no urging.  The sofa was an old love seat without much padding and a hard, curving back and arms.  Definitely not a bed I thought as we moved crablike across to it, our arms around each other, our mouths meshed in a continuing kiss.

I didn’t notice her doing it but I guess, as we staggered across the short distance to the sofa, she must have unfastened her kilt because, by the time we sat down, the garment had dropped to the floor and she was naked below the waist.  And almost so above her middle, too.  No brassiere and no panties.  She’d definitely planned what was happening.

It was more comfortable on the love seat.  My fat friend sprawled, now sitting to the left of me, while I extended my exploration of her ample charms.  Fearing that at any moment she would stop me, I slid my hand down over the bulky roll of flesh that was her belly to the dark, furry nest below.  I pushed my hand into the softly yielding juncture where her fat thighs joined her broad hips and felt the mushiness of her sex.

Franny slumped lower and spread her legs wider apart as I explored the puffy, hair wreathed feast of fat cuntflesh.  She was wet, soppily so.  She must have been thinking of this before we kissed, I thought, to be this wet so soon.  I probed the soft crevice and my finger slid easily into the thoroughly lubricated receptacle and I felt her hand at my groin.

She knew what she was doing all right.  With no help from me she unfastened my belt and my pants and pushed them down to release my throbbing tool.  Her hand was warm and agile as it fondled me with a skill that could only come from experience.

“Have you got a rubber, Joe,” she mumbled into my mouth.

“Nah…no,” I panted with a sinking feeling.  Was I going to miss out because of that?

“C’mon…let’s sit on the chair,” the girl gasped.  “It’s a safe time for me,” and she struggled upright even as I continued to finger her sodden pussy.

I got up and kicked off my pants, which were down around my ankles, and we moved together to the low, armless rocking chair next to the sofa.  I’d never done it this way before but I easily figured out what she had in mind as I sat on the low chair.

Franny sort of waddled forward, straddling me, and then lowered her broad hips.  She bent forward slightly, her hand holding my erect tool, guiding it to the centre of her voluptuous body.  Her mammoth boobs swayed and jiggled and her pretty face was flushed with desire as she made the connection.

It was Heaven.  I felt her hot, wet cuntflesh surround my cock as her substantial weight came down on me.  She groaned and the wooden chair creaked with the combined weight of our bodies and then we were joined as closely as two people can be.

I was struggling to delay my climax.  My whole groin area was a cauldron, my balls aching and my belly almost nauseous with need.  Franny was a heavy lapful but at that moment I didn’t really notice it.  My mind was concentrated on only the wonderful feel of her hot, wet cunt enclosing my throbbing cock.

“Oh Joe.  That feels so good,” my conjoined partner moaned and her broad hips lunged as if to get closer, to get me in deeper.  That was all it took.  I felt an overmastering convulsion begin as my swollen balls released their load and my semen spurted up into the snug enclosure of Franny’s twat.

“No…NO…NOT YET” I guess she felt my cock jump inside her and, as I felt the hot wetness of my ejaculation flooding her vagina she began to ride me hard and fast.  She continued, her big tits flopping and bouncing, her sodden passage drawing my juices into her.

“Sorry Franny.  You’re too good.  Couldn’t hold it,” I apologized as she slowed down, seeming to realize it was hopeless.

“Yeah…I know.  But?” Her mouth covered mine with a sloppy, wet kiss as she sort of writhed on my deflating staff.  “Can you?  Like?  Can you try again in a while?”

“I need some time,” I replied.  “I’m really sorry.”  I could feel the hot fluid escaping from her pussy and trickling down over my balls as we sat, still coupled on the rocking chair.

“That’s OK Joe.  I understand.  It’s just…like…will you touch me?  Like, down there?”  She took my hand and drew it down between our bodies past her big, soft belly to the sopping wet, slippery mass of flesh that still enclosed my semi-hard cock.

I leaned back and began to finger her, easily finding her clitoris and using my other hand to fondle her oversized, fleshbag tits.  At that moment I must admit that her obese body did not appeal to me very much but I was embarrassed by my premature ejaculation and I wanted to give her some satisfaction.

“Yeah Joe.  Like that,” Franny gasped as I slid my finger over the slick bump.  “Do you think I’m too fat, Joe?”

“You’re lovely, Franny.  So big and soft,” I murmured and I meant it.  She was pretty and, as my finger aroused her, her ripe mouth took on an exquisitely sexy appearance and I felt a resurgence of my own desire.

“You’re nice, Joe…and you’re big and hard,” she said with a smile.  “Can I?  Like?  I’m close Joe.  Can I do it?  Fuck you?”

It wasn’t the first time I’d heard the word from a female.  Mrs. Haines said it often but it was incredibly erotic hearing a girl my own age say it.  I humped up at her as best I could sitting in the rocking chair but that was all it took to get my corpulent partner going.  Franny wrapped her arms around me, pulling my face into the smothering softness of her mammoth breasts and she began to move, causing the rocking chair to do what it was supposed to do.

My hand was getting cramped, caught between her soft, furry mons and my own pubis and I pulled it away.  “Unngh. . Yunngh,” she panted as I got the last inch of my resurrected tool into her and we rocked back and forth.  Fucking in that position has the advantage of achieving better contact between shaft and clit and it certainly worked.  For a minute or so Franny’s wide hips supplemented our rocking motion with a smooth rhythm and then she lost control.  She jerked against me erratically and I felt pain as her fingernails dug into my shoulders and I knew she was cumming.

The room was quite cool but our both bodies were now wet with sweat as she slumped heavily against me.  I pushed her away enough to get my face out from between her pillowing breasts and her mouth covered mine again.

“Oh Wow…I was scared it wasn’t going to happen, Joe.  It was wonderful.”

I was a bit uncomfortable and sort of cramped sitting there coupled with my fleshy friend.  Putting my arms under her big ass and with considerable effort I got up out of the chair.  Franny looked at me questioningly, her legs wrapped around my hips as, slowly, I eased down to my knees.  Then she got the idea and as I lay back on the hard, wood floor, she followed to sit astride just like Mrs. Haines had done on several occasions.

“You want to?  You still want to do it more?”

“God yes, Franny.  I’d like to do it all night.”  She eased into a slow; back and forth rhythm above me while I mauled her heavily hanging breasts and savoured the delightful friction of her cuntal passage massaging my cock.

“You like then, don’t you?  My breasts, I mean.  I saw how you always looked down at them every day.  Squeeze them, Joe.  Rub the tips and squeeze them.”  She definitely was not a novice.  I wonder how many guys she’d had?

“Are you close, Joe?  It’s getting late…they might come home any time?”

“Yeah Franny baby…close.  How about you?”

“Mmmm…doesn’t matter…I’ve been sort of having little cums all the time.  Do yu want to get on top?”

“No Franny…I just want to look at your beautiful body while you do it.”  My words seemed to strike the right chord.  She began to raise and lower her broad hips, lifting up until only the tip of my tool was inside the mouth of her cunt, then dropping down suddenly so that she drove the breath out of me and it felt like I was entering deeper than ever.

“Cum Joe…hurry up and cum…they’re going to be here any time.”

Franny’s soft buttocks were sinking down between my thighs on her downstrokes and, on the upstrokes, it felt as if her vagina had become tighter, drawing on my tool with a marvelous suction.  She sounded like a steam engine as she huffed and puffed with the hot tempo of her motions.

It was a memorable experience.  Except for my lusty landlady, all of my other girls had been young teens.  Franny was as old as I, probably a year older, and she was an uninhibited partner.  She leaned forward enough to place her hands on my shoulders and she rode me like I was a gymnastics horse, her hips rising and falling with experienced rhythm, her huge breasts swaying and bouncing and her pretty mouth opening and closing in time with her motions.

“Yeah Joe. . Oh yeah!” she exclaimed and I felt the pressure building in my balls.  My hands were allover her fat body, squeezing, tugging, pulling and there was an inexhaustible supply of flesh to grab onto.  I fondled and explored her thighs, the roll of flesh that girdled her belly and hips and, most of all, her mammoth, mammarial splendor.  As much as I’d enjoyed the timid acquiescence of my earlier conquests, this girl’s obvious delight in being fucked was exhilarating.

I saw the reflection of car headlights on the window and knew that someone, likely her parents, had entered the driveway and I almost panicked but the pleasure I was getting from her fractioning sheath was too much to stop me.  I felt that mind-blowing tightening in my groin and then I erupted. 

“Yunh. . .Yunh. . Yunh,” Franny panted as I discharged my semen up into her welcoming interior.  She leaned forward, her big, heavy breasts swaying and jiggling as she squirmed against me, draining me into her.

“Hurry, Joe.  Get dressed!” she said as she dismounted, a trickle of gism escaping her fat pussy and landing hotly on my belly.  “God, I hope I got my time right,” she added as she quickly put on her kilt.  “You sure did it a lot.”

I noted with interest that her mother knocked on the door and waited a moment before she came into the room.  Was this a regular occurrence?  Of course I don’t know the answer but I’ve always suspected that her family would not have been terribly disturbed if their daughter had to marry a guy with reasonably assured prospects as a teacher.  I’m not sure either that it was a safe time of month but, based on my experience, I’m not especially potent in the sperm category.  Fortunately.

There was no repeat session.  Franny showed up at the coffee shop a few times after that but that’s as close as I got.  I thought she’d enjoyed our little episode but, about two weeks later, she dropped out of school and I never saw her again.

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                                      Erotic Odyssey I

           Chapter Ten

                                     Tempting the Teacher

By the time I finished high school, my education not only included the usual book learning but, under Bonnie's expert tutelage, I had learned more about sex than most guys my age. My education in that respect was, however, far from complete for, despite her willingness to climb into bed with me, neither oral nor anal coupling was part of our itinerary. It was, in fact, due only to my own curiosity, along with some book-study, that I later experimented with cunnilingus and ass-fucking. Fellatio, however, was a different matter. The girl who first performed that sensual homage on me initiated it, herself.

My year attending what was then known as Normal School was, generally, an uneventful year with little need to study and not much social life except for my brief and very enjoyable fling with fat Franny. I certainly missed my live-in, occasional bed- partner (and her ingenuous daughter).

My teaching position was in a small one-room school in a farming village.  I was younger than most teachers anywhere and determined to do a good job.  The school had a bit of a troubled history and had gone through three teachers during the previous year so I was, understandably, apprehensive.

The November air had the chill of approaching winter and I added a small log to the stove that heated, except on very cold days, the small, one-room school where I was teaching. It was late afternoon and I really wanted to go home but discipline necessitated my continued presence. Not the discipline of my work ethic, which was questionable at best, but the discipline I, as a schoolteacher had to exercise over my pupils.

I returned to my desk which was on an elevated platform facing the four lines of students' desks. But there was only one student still remaining and she was sitting, head down, in the back desk of a middle row, writing in her scribbler.

Shirley had proven to be my only discipline problem, despite the fact as I mentioned that the school had essentially run off three women teachers the year before and I had been hired, an eighteen year old and inexperienced teacher, more for my size than any other reason. But the eleven-year-old redhead kept getting into trouble, fighting, mainly. So far I'd tried, in succession, canceling her recess breaks, making her write 'lines' and, in desperation, using the strap. None of these, which included three strappings in the past ten days, seemed to have a desirable effect. Now, as she did some more 'lines', I mulled over my options.

Corporal punishment was still an accepted method for maintaining discipline in schools and I myself had been the recipient of the strap on my hands on several occasions during my schooling. It did no damage, physically or emotionally, and made me a hero among my acquaintances. It was of dubious value, I thought.

"Shirley! Come up here!"  I'd made my decision. The strap was something that gave the recipients an opportunity to show off their toughness before the rest of the class. As I mentioned, I knew that well for I had done the same when I was in elementary school. For some, it worked, but for many, and that obviously included this girl, it didn't.

I watched as the short, stocky youngster marched up to my desk her big, green eyes glaring at me defiantly. She was a rebellious child; there was no doubt about that. But, I'd reasoned, if I spank her, she’d be embarrassed at being treated like a little child. So, therefore, I was going to take her across my knee and spank her.

"Whaddya want, sir?" Shirley was in grade six and, therefore, probably eleven years old. She stood by my desk, hands on hips and shoulders thrown back as if to say, 'you can't control me!' The twin hills of her developing breasts stood out proudly from her chest and her chubby, freckled cheeks were flushed. She was cute, I thought incongruously, as I surveyed her stocky form. No more than five feet tall, her hips were quite wide and, standing, as she was with her knee-stockinged legs apart, pelvis thrust forward, her defiance invited an angry reaction.

"You behave like an undisciplined little girl, Shirley, so I'm going to treat you like a little girl! I'm going to spank you!"

"No! I'm not gonna letcha!" she spat but her eyes squinted in alarm. She backed away, but not quite quickly enough. I grabbed her wrists and unceremoniously pulled her, face down, across my thighs.

"No! No! Yer not gonna spank me. I'm too old for that!" Shirley wasn't very big but she was strong and I suddenly found myself wrestling with her as she squirmed and wriggled on my lap. Her legs thrashed about and I felt the yielding firmness of her pubescent breasts against my thighs as she struggled but my size and strength finally won out and I was able to hold her down, my left arm across her shoulders and my right hand free to lift her short skirt and administer the punishment she deserved.

"No! Damn you! No!" Her firm hips, wide for her age, strained and squirmed against my groin and now, more than before, I could feel through her blouse, the twin mounds of her developing, young breasts. I lifted her skirt to see her prominent, bulbous buttocks, tightly encased in her flimsy panties.

I paused for a moment, holding her down as her arms flailed ineffectively. I could see the muscles in her cute little ass flexing under her tight, cotton panties as she writhed in a continuing attempt to squirm free. I don't believe I'd ever spanked anybody before that moment and I must admit, the thought of punishing the defiant, little girl this way was more appealing than the impersonal administration of a leather strap across her hands.

Smack. Smack! Smaacckk!  My hand burned as I spanked her firm, round bottom.  Slap! Slaappp! Smaaccckk!  The sounds of my hand striking her scantily covered bum were sharp and loud and I got a certain, strange satisfaction when, with each stinging blow, Shirley uttered sharp cries that were likely more of anger than pain.

"No...no...don't," the girl gasped and her struggles lessened. Her voice suddenly sounded uncharacteristically timid. I was accomplishing my aim, I thought, gloatingly. I'd found the secret to controlling my young, unruly pupil. Her stocky, eleven year old body seemed to settle down and mold compliantly to my groin.

"Are you going to obey me?"  Smaacckk!  The stinging feel and the sight of her panty-clad bum-flesh rippling with each blow, was perversely erotic. Slaappp!  I administered another openhanded blow to the youngster's cutely bulging bottom. I felt the familiar sensation of arousal in my loins and knew I had to stop. Embarrassed, I released my hold on her body. "Will you be good?" But Shirley didn't attempt to get off my lap.

"Maybe?" she said, looking back over her shoulder at me, a funny smile on her lips. Then, although no longer pinned down, she wriggled her pelvis against me. "You gotta hardon, ain't you, sir."

      "Get up, Shirley!" I commanded.  Shocked at her forwardness and afraid she'd tell someone, I tried to push her away, but she remained sprawled across my lap, her legs opening loosely as she ground her pelvis against my unwilled erection.

"You do! You got a big hard on!  You wanta fuck me, don'cha!"

"Don't be silly, Shirley. You're only eleven. Now, get up."  I could have pushed her away but I didn’t.

"I'll be good...I'll 'bey you if you do it. If you fuck me."

"My God, Shirley! You don't know what you're saying! You're too young!" But, was she?  I’d had other girls her age and they'd all been ready for it, hadn't they? And Cindy had been even younger? But I couldn't. I was her schoolteacher. I wasn't a kid any more. I could go to jail for it.

"I'm not too young. I done it lotsa times with Uncle Frank. He sez I'm good, too." She was still on my lap, writhing provocatively and pouting cutely as she looked back over her shoulder at me.

"But?" Damn! She was a cute, little piece. And I'd been using only the widow since June. "I couldn't, Shirley. I'm your teacher."

"So? What diff'rence does that make," Her timidity evaporated as quickly as it had appeared and in a flash, she'd slipped off my lap and her little hands were on my erection, through my pants. "Boy, you really gotta hardon, sir? It’s a monster!"

I was in turmoil. Would it really matter if I did it? It wasn't like she as a virgin. And what had happened already was enough to get me into serious trouble. I just sat there while my little, grade six pupil deftly unzipped my fly and extracted my hard, throbbing organ.

"Boy! You sure got a big one!" she exclaimed as she took my cock in her warm, little hands and caressed it. "This is how Uncle Frank got me started. I useta do this for him 'til last year. But now he fucks me." The pubescent youngster grabbed my hand and pulled it up under her skirt to her crotch."

"No, Shirley. Don't. We can't," I protested weakly but, despite my words, I slipped my fingers under the leg of her panties. God, she was wet! Wet and slippery! The spanking had aroused her precocious, pre-teen libido. Why not fuck her? I needed it and she was willing?

As soon as I began to peel down her panties, the eleven-year-old girl quickly finished the job, taking off her skirt, too. While she did that, I surrendered completely to my obscene lust and unfastened my pants, pushing them down over my knees.

I gently drew her closer, causing her to straddle my knees. She climbed up astride my thighs, facing me, holding my shoulders, her short legs spread wide apart, displaying her juvenile sex to my lecherous gaze.

      The smooth, hairless fleshrolls of her underaged pussy were shiny with the oily fluid of her juvenile arousal, swollen and slightly parted to reveal the pink, inner flesh. I slid my hands under her firm, full asscheeks and, as I drew her closer, her eyes squinted in sudden concern.

"Yer awful big, sir? I hope it don't hurt? Not like it did when Uncle Frank busted my cherry?" But, with the same look of bravery she had when I strapped her, Shirley acquiescently allowed me to ease her fat, young pussy up to my hugely throbbing tool. Holding her ass in my hands and supporting her, I rose from the chair and eased her down on her back on the cluttered top of my desk. Her legs wrapped around me and her arms clung to my neck as I stood up but, as soon as she was resting on the desk, her legs fell away and dangled over the edge.

She was lying directly in the glare from my desk lamp and her hairless, young pussy was clearly illuminated.  I'd never before had the opportunity to watch as closely as this when I entered. Bonnie had often straddled me but the hirsute adornment of her mature sex had obscured, somewhat, my view. This time, however, I was able to watch.

"Oh, golly, sir? Is it gonna fit?" Shirley raised her head to look down between her widely splayed legs, a worried expression on her freckled face. The fat, fleshy labia parted easily, the bulbous knob of my cock sliding slickly into the crevice and then I felt the burning heat of her vaginal portal. The circular orifice was snug but, as I pushed in, it expanded elastically to engulf the tip of my cock with a delightful, moist heat.

"I'll stop when...if you want me to, Shirley." An empty promise.  I knew, at this point, that I had to be in her, to have her hot, little-girl cunt surrounding me. She winced and bit her lower lip as I pushed in deeper, feeling the walls of her cunt spreading as the thick knob of my tool expanded them until two thirds of my shaft was enclosed by her tight softness.

"Unh...feels...like...yer...splittin'...me..open…" the girl said, each word spaced from the previous one, but she sprawled on the desk, compliant and unresisting, her head now resting on the cluttered papers as I continued to penetrate her tight, juicy young passage.

"You'll be OK, Shirley. I can tell that you've had it before," I said, softly, "It's almost all in." It was delightful. Not since I'd been in ten-year-old Cindy's virgin passage had I felt anything as good. Bonnie had compensated for her spaciousness with her superb muscular control but, even on my rather large tool, fucking Bonnie could be something like sticking my cock out of the window and fucking the world. Fat Franny’s cunt was tighter than Bonny’s but not like little Shirley's used, but juvenile corridor, which fit my cock like an undersized glove.

Holding her bulbous asscheeks, I kept her smooth, young pelvis tilted as I began to fuck her with slow strokes, still not burying my tool all the way inside the narrow channel. I knew I wouldn't be able to last very long and, to be sure I made it good for her too, I reached between our bodies to massage her little clit.

"Sir...Annh...sir...oh golly…what'cha doin'?" she asked, raising her head to look down at her pussy.

"Just making sure you cum with me, Shirley." I continued to thrust in and out with long, slow strokes.

"Uh?..oohhh..cum? Whaddya mean, sir?" I felt a tremor shake her hips as I gently but rapidly rubbed the slick, hard button.

"You know, Shirley...make it happen."

A puzzled look flashed across her young face but then  felt her pelvis quiver. "Golly...oohhh sirrr,” she gasped. "I never had it like this before..so slow..I like it. You fuck better'n Uncle Frank. Are yuh gonna go pretty soon? Like? Shoot yer stuff into me?"

"When you're ready, Shirley...not 'til then," I replied, hoping I'd be able to wait. I increased the tempo of my thrusts, driving the full length of my organ into her, bumping the mouth of her juvenile womb with each inward thrust. Her young breasts jumped under her blouse when my hips jolted hers and she uttered sharp, little grunts when I hammered her hips. She was breathing hard now and I knew she must be close to a climax. And this was a good thing, too, because the tight clasp on her hot, little pussy was rapidly bringing me to that state.

"Unh...unh? Hunh...hurry," the girl gasped as her legs began to jump and jitter. "Hanh...hanh...Haannhhh," she cried out and her sheath contracted on my cock with delightful, squeezing spasms.

I felt my explosion begin and I rammed my tool hard up into her jerking, jittering frame. My knees quaked as the ecstasy of orgasm engulfed me and my cock pumped my pent-up charge of semen into the girl's writhing, spasming passage, the tiny muscles of her sheath rippling around my cock and reflexively extracting my sperm.

"Sirrr...oohhh Sirr? I never felt nothin' like that before." The girl was limp now, her legs dangling over the edge of my desk and giving an occasional involuntary jerk as she struggled to get her breath. "Yuh musta pumped a gallon'a stuff into me, too."

"Are you going to be a good girl now, Shirley?" I asked with a lewd smile as I slowly fucked her flooded passage, using its still tight clasp to drain the last drops of cum into her.

"Oh yeah...fer sure...but? Like? What'd yuh do? Like? To make me feel so good?"

"You came, Shirley. You had an orgasm. That what it's all about. Haven't you felt like that before?"

"No...Uncle Frank..like...he just puts it in me and fucks me quick and then he shoots his stuff. He don't..like..do nothin' like you done."

I pulled out of her hairless, young quim and a dribble of creamy gism tricked out when the plug was removed, the white fluid slipping down the crevice of her vulva to make a puddle on the desk.

"Have yuh fucked any of the other girls yet?" Sitting up, Shirley looked down between her open thighs as she asked her question.

"Of course not, Shirley," I answered, surprised at her question. The only older girl in the classroom was a tall, rangy fourteen year old with a face like a horse.

"Oh." A look of satisfaction crossed her face. "Ain'cha fucked Janet? I thought yuh done her?"

"My God no, Shirley. She's just a child." Not that many wouldn't apply the same description to Shirley.

"She's old enough. I wasn't no older'n her when I got it first. 'N I still ain't as big as her. I bet if she talked to you the way she talks to me, you wouldn't say she's too young."

“Don't talk silly, Shirley. And I can't do it with you again, either."

"I don't know 'bout that, Mr. A.?" She reached down between her legs and slid her index finger along the crease of her vulva. "If yuh want me to be good, yer gonna hafta give me some more 'gasms, sir." She smiled then, and it wasn't the smile of an eleven year old.

While I was pulling up my pants my budding little sexpot put her skirt and panties on.  My knees shook as it dawned on me that somebody could have walked in while I was fucking my little discipline problem.  At that moment, my libido quenched by her hot, tight pussy, I had no idea of ever doing it again.

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                                      Erotic Odyssey I

                                                  Chapter Eleven

                                            Juicy Juvenile Janet

 My dictionaries define turpitude as 'inherent baseness, depravity' or, in a different dictionary, 'vile, shameful or base character, a vile or depraved act'. I, as well as the act described below, likely fits the definition perfectly.

Although Shirley had mentioned one of my other students, Janet, as a girl she thought I'd seduced, I'd given her comment no further thought, and correctly so. Shirley, although not sexually naive, was socially naive and she did not realize that her own incestuous experiences were neither common nor condoned. And what happened between Janet and me was certainly not the result of Shirley's provocative comment.

Despite my guilty feelings and my fear of being found out, whenever Shirley whispered "wanna fuck me again today?" which she did about once a week, I couldn't resist the temptation. It was extremely dangerous for, not only was she a minor but, as a schoolteacher, I had a certain responsibility and position and, should my lewd dalliance with one of my pupils, however willing she was, be discovered, I would almost certainly end up in prison. I felt some relief, therefore, when Shirley told me that she was being sent to live with her Uncle Frank. As it turned out, I may have gone from the risk of the frying pan to the hazard of the fire.

Janet was a very bright girl, my best student, with a beautiful, friendly smile and an inquisitive mind. Several months younger than Shirley, she was taller; almost two inches over five feet in height, plump but not fat, with hips and bum that had already begun to show the promise of her later voluptuousness.

"I like you, Mr. A. You don't treat me like a little kid like my parents do."

I looked up from the papers on my desk when Janet offered her unsolicited compliment. "Maybe that's because I'm a lot younger than your parents, Janet." She was looking at me with her usual wide-mouthed smile, as if waiting for me to say something more. She acted mature for her age, more so than Shirley, in fact, except for Shirley's precocious sexual behaviour. "I guess it's also because you're such a good student. Teaching you is a challenge."

"What do you mean, sir? How is it a challenge?"

"Because you don't accept what I say without questioning it, Janet. I know I have to be correct in what I say to you." I might have added that her question was an example of what I meant. "And you don't just recite back what I've taught you. You get extra information."

"When I grow up, I'm going to be a teacher just like you, sir. I'm going to treat my students like they aren't just little kids." She turned then and left and I watched the delightful roll of her prominent, well-rounded buttocks under her short, form-fitting skirt. Damn! I missed having Shirley available, dangerous or not.

I usually went home on weekends but, after Christmas, we had a severe sleet storm one Friday so I stayed at my boarding house for the weekend. The next day was better and the roads soon became passable, if not good. The Maxwells left around noon for their weekly shopping trip to town, inviting me to come with them and visit the tavern, another part of their weekly ritual. I declined the invitation, partly because I couldn't afford it but also because I was underage for the tavern and I didn't want to be embarrassed.

Shortly before noon it began to storm again. First it was snow but that quickly changed to ice pellets and then sleet. I looked out the front window and could see that the road was a sheet of ice. What would the Maxwells do?

At four o'clock, and by then the sleet had changed back to snow, the telephone rang. It was Mrs. Maxwell and, from the sound of her voice, they'd been in the tavern for a while.

"Hi...Joe? Yeah...well...I guess we're stuck here. The police say that the roads are impossible...impassible...something like that...so we're going to have to stay the night."

"OK, Mrs. Maxwell. That's probably the best thing to do."

"Yeah...we don't have any choice. But? I'd like you to do us a favour? If you will?"

"Sure Mrs. Maxwell. Anything." They didn't have any milk cattle, so I knew it wasn't that. And the maid had gone home for the weekend, so it didn't relate to her. What was it?

"The Kellys, you know....they live down the road. He's a school trustee? Well, they're stuck here like us."

 "Sure, I've met them. Is there something they'd like me to do? I'd be more than willing. I don't have anything to do except read."

"Uh....yeah....well, I kind of already committed you to do something. They have a little girl...you know...Janet? She's one of your students?"

 "Sure. She's a good student. Real smart." Mrs. Maxwell must be hammered? How couldn't I know Janet? I only had fourteen kids in the whole damn school.

"Well...like...they left her at home and...And...They don't like the idea of her being alone. She's only eleven. There might be a fire or a power failure or something. So...like? Well, I said she could come over and stay at our place. Like, that you'd take care of her. Is that OK?"

"Sure, Mrs. Maxwell. Do you want me to go over and get her? What if she doesn't want to come?"

           "No...that's all arranged. Mabel already called her and she should be at our place before dark. I knew you'd say OK. But thank you so much."

"I think I may hear her now, Mrs. Maxwell," and just then the kitchen door banged open and a gust of wind-borne snow blew around my ankles as Janet, bundled up in a heavy coat, came in. "Yes, she's here. Tell the Kellys not to worry. We'll be fine. I'll cook something for supper."

"Oh, thank you, Joe. You can...there's a tuna casserole in the pantry that you can just heat up. It's what I planned for tonight, anyway."

"Not to worry, Mrs. Maxwell. We'll do OK."

"Gee, Mr. A. I never had a teacher as a babysitter before." The girl dropped her snow-covered coat onto the floor. "Anyway I'm not a baby, either." Her chubby cheeks were red from the cold and, at that moment, she looked like just what she was, a cute, young girl. Everything would work out well, I was sure.

Janet, after she shed her coat and scarf, was wearing a bulky, wool sweater and heavy slacks. Just a chunkily-built youngster. She'd brought a small suitcase with her and, after I gave her directions to the spare room, I proceeded to find the casserole and begin getting supper. Although I hadn't gone with the Maxwells because I was too young to go to the tavern, I drank with them sometimes at home. While I was getting supper, I dug out a bottle of Mr. Maxwell's rum and poured myself a stiff drink. If I was doing this for them, I was sure they wouldn't mind if I drank some of their booze.

"This is fun, Mr. A," Janet gushed when she came back downstairs. "I'm glad they got stuck in town. Now I got you all to myself. It'll be sorta like you're my big brother instead of my teacher. I always wanted a big brother. Someone to tell me stuff my parents don't."

"OK, Janet. So tonight, you'll be my little sister and I won't have to be a teacher." What sort of stuff did she want me to tell her? I looked at my 'little sister' with curiosity.

Janet had changed her clothes and now she was wearing a white sweater and it looked like she'd outgrown it. It was the first time I'd seen her in anything other than the bulky, loose fitting sweaters she wore to school and I was a bit surprised to see that she wasn't a flat-chested little girl. Not that she was big there. She wasn't. It may have been the result of static electricity or just that the sweater was too small for her but, in any case, it clung to her body and molded to the delightful shape of her young breasts. Lecherously, I took stock of her body from those budding, young breasts, across her plump tummy to the full thighs that strained against her short, tight skirt. Maybe, I thought, Janet would be a good fantasy partner for tonight after I went to bed. Since Shirley's departure I'd had to turn again to the five-fingered widow for sexual solace.

"I hope the power doesn't quit on us," I said as I tried to collect my thoughts. Or, more precisely, divert my thoughts from what her appearance was provoking. "We can eat pretty soon."

Janet talked, non-stop, during supper and I drank more than I ate. I was studying her face and her body, fixing the image in my mind for later. I don't know if she noticed it or not but she was perceptive and intelligent and maybe my lecherous, clothes-stripping gaze provoked some sub-conscious curiosity in her juvenile mind.

"Daddy thinks you're a good teacher, too. Like I do."

"That's just because you're a good student, Janet."

"Yeah. But he thinks you're good because you have control. Last year Shirley was real bad and she gave the teachers a real bad time."

"Shirley's a good girl," I said. "Maybe the teachers just didn't understand her?"

"I don't know, sir? They strapped her lots. Like you did at first. But you don't do that now. Daddy thinks it's because you're not much older'n us and you play games with us and stuff." I wonder what he'd have thought if he knew the games I played with Shirley. For sure he wouldn't have entrusted his nubile, young daughter to my care.

We'd finished supper and were sitting in the living room. Janet was beside me on the sofa, her short skirt hiked even higher on her plump, white thighs and, as I looked down at her, I continued to imagine what she'd look like without clothes.

"Well, maybe that's part of it." Mr. Kelly likely had a point. I had played ball with the kids at recess and noon hour during the fall and now, in the winter, I sometimes organized games like twenty questions with them. "What do you think?"

"I like it when we play games, sir." She looked at me with a serious expression on her pretty face. "That way you don't seem old like the other teachers I've gone to. You're sorta like a friend as well as my teacher.

"I'm glad you feel that way, Janet." Damn. I wished she was older. The way I felt right then, after drinking half a bottle of rum, even a couple of years older would have been enough. My experience with the little redhead, Shirley had given me a different perspective. And not an admirable one, either.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Mr. A? I mean, back home?"

"Not really, Janet. Not a steady one, anyway."

"I don't think I'm ever going to have a boyfriend. Not while I still live here, anyway? There's nobody in school I'd want. 'Cept you, of course," and she smiled cutely at me, her face crinkling around her eyes. "Anyway, my parents say I won't be allowed to go out on dates until I'm sixteen. Why is that, sir? How old were you when you started dating?"

"I was probably sixteen, Janet. But there weren't many girls where I lived, either." I didn't add, of course, that I'd started fucking when I was twelve and that her parents should realize that she could get fucked without ever dating.

"Tell me about your first date, Mr. A. What did you do?"

"Not much. I took her to a movie and after we went and had a coke. I was pretty shy." God, she was a pretty girl. Such an open, innocent face. I wondered if she had any knowledge at all about sex.

"Sounds pretty boring, sir. I guess you haven't been dating for all that long anyway? Dad says you're only eighteen?"

"Yeah...that's right." Except I wasn't much older than you when I fucked my first girl. I didn't say it but I sure thought it.

"Do you kiss the girls you take out?"

"Hmmmm? Yes. Sometimes." What would it be like to kiss an eleven  year old? Even though I'd fucked three of them, kissing had not been part of the act, not even with Shirley. Mrs. Haley had been really the first woman I'd ever kissed. I remembered how, when she pushed her tongue into my mouth, I'd damn near fainted with excitement.

"What's it like, Mr. A? I mean, why is kissing s'posed to be such a great thing?"

"Well, Janet, it's kind of hard to explain?" Her questions were making me uneasy or, to be more precise, they were making me horny. "I guess you'll have to wait to find out for yourself."

"If you were my big brother, you'd tell me, wouldn't you?" She looked disappointed.

"Hmmm? Yes. I suppose so?"

"Well then? You said you'd be my big brother for tonight." She gave me another of her artless, appealing smiles.

I could offer to show her? No. That was too dangerous. This was not a girl like Shirley. I was sure that she didn't have any lecherous uncles like Shirley's Uncle Frank. She was just a nice, naive, young girl.

"Why're you looking at me like that, Mr. A?" Her question snapped me out of my lewd reverie. What was I thinking?

"I?...I guess I was remembering someone else, Janet?" That was the first response that popped into my head. How would she react? Her mouth was quite wide and her lips looked soft. Really, a kiss wouldn't be that bad. Not like what I'd done with Shirley.

"Were you thinking about a girl you kissed? Is there a special one you remember?"

"Sort of, I guess. Let's talk about something else." I got up then and went to the pantry to refill my glass.

"Can I have a coke, sir?"

"Sure, Janet. I'll bring you one."

"Why won't you tell me more about kissing? And dating?" She gave me another of her beautiful smiles as she added, "You're my big brother, aren't you?"

"Are you sure your big brother would tell you?" I wasn't feeling at all like her brother. I was beginning to have very dangerous thoughts.

"I think he'd either tell me or show me." She was looking up at me now with a serious expression on her face. There was no doubt in my mind that she was asking me to kiss her. And I was sorely tempted.

"Why are you so interested in kissing, Janet?"

"I don't know, sir. I guess it's just...like you told me in school the other day...I like getting extra information. I like to learn stuff." She might have chamged her mind if she'd had any idea of the stuff she was about to learn.

"Well...when you're on a date, kissing isn't like when you kiss your mother or father. But I don't think I can describe it more than that?" Should I tell her about 'french kissing'?

"Awww....you're not a very good brother, then. If you can't tell me about a simple thing like kissing." How had I got into this? It was really ridiculous, talking this way to an eleven-year-old girl. And, what was worse was that, as I said before, her questions were making me horny.

"Well Janet. There are some things you can only learn by doing."

"So?" She wasn't smiling now and her eyes were challenging me.

"So you'll have to wait." Her nipples were sticking out under her tight t-shirt now and I wondered if it meant anything. No. It was just from the friction of her tight sweater against them. She wasn't even wearing a training bra under it.

"But, Mr. A? You could just show me? Just once?"

I'm not trying to paint a picture of me being seduced by a cute eleven-year-old girl and maybe things didn't happen exactly the way I'm describing them but the girl definitely wanted to be kissed. Not because of any mature desire, I'm sure, but even though it was only childish curiosity, Janet was inviting more intimacy than was acceptable. But I was only eighteen. (I can rationalize anything.)

I bent down then and pressed my lips to hers. They were warm and soft and, as I moved mine against them, I put my arms around her and lifted her onto my lap.

"Is that all, sir?" she asked when I backed away. "Is that how you kiss the girls you go out with?"

"Didn't you like it, Janet?" God. I shouldn't have lifted her onto my lap. The feel of her firm, round bottom against my groin was going to give me an erection. Now that would really shock her.

"Yeah...sorta? But it wasn't like they say in books? Like, the room didn't spin or anything like that? There were no rockets. It wasn't any different than when Daddy kisses me?"

Lust was overcoming good judgment, a not infrequent occurrence in my life. I kissed her again, feeling her mouth quiver as I moved my lips on hers and then, tentatively, I opened my mouth and traced the outline of her lips with my tongue. Her lips were appealingly soft and, when my tongue began to caress them, I heard her sharp intake of breath.

"Golly. That was different. I'm beginning to understand, now. Is it? Like? Is it different kissing an older girl? I mean, do you like kissing me?"

"Yes, Janet. I like kissing you." My mouth covered hers again and I tongued her ductile lips, then slipped my tongue between them. Her mouth was still closed as I caressed the inside of her lips and then, when I pushed my tongue against her teeth, they parted. I slowly thrust my tongue into her hot, moist mouth and, after a moment, her own tongue became mobile, too and she put her arms around my neck. I moved one arm further around her then and cupped the swell of one of her budding, young breasts.

"Oh golly, Mr. A. That's more like what I read about." Her face was flushed when I broke off the kiss and she wriggled on my lap, her firm bottom sending shivers of desire through me. My hand was still on her breast, rubbing slowly over the hard, little nipple that was poking into my palm. She leaned back away from me but made no attempt to escape the caress of her breast.

"You're going to be a real heartbreaker when you grow up, Janet. Have you learned enough about kissing for now?" I still had enough sanity that I knew we had to stop before I did something we'd both regret but not enough sense to just push her off my lap.

"Mmmm...I don't think so, sir? It makes me feel like...you know? Like there's something more to being kissed?." She tilted her face up to mine, her lips parted receptively, and again I kissed her. I moved my hand under her t-shirt, too, and began to play with her bare breasts and hard, little nipples, rolling the rubbery nubbins between thumb and forefinger and feeling her push her firm tit-mounds against my hand.

"Do you do that, too, Mr. A? I mean, play with your girl's bubs?"

"If she likes it, I do. Do you like it?"

"Yeah...it gives me a warm, funny feeling in my tummy. I've done that to myself but it didn't feel near as good as when you do it." and then her soft mouth was pressed to mine again.

She must have been able to feel my erection under her bottom but she gave no indication of it. I moved my hand from her breasts to her thighs and, as I caressed the silky smoothness, progressing upward from between her knees, her legs opened compliantly.

"Are you? Do you? Like? Down there? Do you touch her there, too?"

"Yes, Janet. That's sort of the best part. But we're not going to do that." I took my hand away but I continued to play with her breasts and to kiss her soft, sweet mouth. What was she feeling?

I guess I got my answer when her hand took mine and drew it back between her legs.

"Will you? Just quick? Put your hand there? Just so I know what it feels like when you do it, 'stead of me."

"Do you touch yourself there, Janet?"

"Yeah, sometimes, but Mommy says I shouldn't. Why's that, Mr. A."

"Well, you're just not supposed to, I guess."

"That's no answer, Mr. A. I bet you said that because you don't agree with my mother, didn't you? C'mon. Put your hand there. Please?"

I don't know if it was just juvenile curiosity or whether I was arousing her immature libido and, instinctively, she was responding but, whatever the reason, I couldn't resist her ingenuous request. I slid my hand up under her short skirt, her silky thighs parting and causing the skirt to ride even higher. And then there was a window-rattling gust of wind and the lights went out.

"Oh Oh. I wonder how long that's going to be. I'll have to look for a lamp or a candle." But I didn't. Not then, anyway.

"Hee Hee, don't look yet," she giggled and she gave a little wriggle of her bum. "I'm sure glad I'm here and not at home alone." Her arms squeezed tighter around my neck as my fingers reached the warm flesh-crease where her thighs joined to her hips.

My qualms of conscience, (if I have a conscience), were lessened in the darkness and I worked my fingers under the elastic of her panty leg. God, her pussy was soft. But my progress was inhibited and I was afraid her panties would tear if I got more than my fingers inside. I moved my hand higher, to the waistband, and then pulled her panties down.

We were kissing again, her mouth opened slackly and compliantly under mine and she squirmed to assist me in taking down her briefs. Then, when the flimsy undergarment prevented her from opening her legs and, encouraged by her ready acquiescence, I peeled them down over her knees until they dropped to the floor.

Without interrupting our kiss, I leaned back on the sofa, dragging her higher so that she was sprawled almost horizontally on me. Her legs fell loosely apart astride my thighs and I felt some relief as my erection now had some freedom within my sweatpants. My neck hurt in this awkward position, my head turned to maintain the contact of our mouths, but I expected that, at any moment, Janet would become frightened so I continued to kiss her. And then the lights came back on.

I could see us then. My hand was hidden under the hem of her skirt at the juncture of her loosely splayed thighs. When I cupped her naked, smooth, vulva, her body tensed. Any moment, I was sure, she was going to come to her senses and make me cease this obscene assault but, except for the sudden tensing of her body, it was not happening yet. My hand nestled easily between her legs, the gap where her thighs joined her hips making extra space and then I became aware of hot moisture on my palm. God! Only eleven years old and she was getting wet with desire. I shouldn't have been surprised. Hadn't Esther been wet? And even Barbara, after I'd forced her to submit to my intimate caress. Even immature, little Cindy had lubricated. But, somehow, Janet seemed younger and even more innocent.

I drew my hand upward with my middle finger pushed forward and it slipped easily into the slippery slit of the youngster's cunt. I felt the burning heat of her vaginal portal and then the hard, little bump of her clit but, except for a barely audible intake of breath, Janet seemed to give no notice to my increasingly intimate caresses.

Although I was wild with desire by then, I still was not planning to do more than experiment with the young girl's budding sensuality. Her juvenile sex had begun to develop, like her breasts. The hairless bulge was fat and soft, a smooth, little mound and, as my finger rubbed on her hard, little clit, she looked at me in wide-eyed wonder.

"Do you like being touched there?"

"Yeah...oohhh yeah...it's super...fab" she sighed and she offered her pretty mouth to another kiss.

"Let's get down on the carpet, Janet. It'll be more comfortable there."

Unwary Janet, in the first blush of her juvenile arousal, let me move her to the floor and lay there compliantly on her back while we kissed and my fingers played in the fat, sensitive folds of her soft, young cuntflesh. My tongue was deep in her mouth when my finger again found and pressed her erect, little clitoris and her sudden gasp pushed her hot, sweet breath into my throat. I could feel her bare thigh tremble against mine as I teased the sensitive erectile and I worked her t-shirt up above her young breasts.

"Hunh! Hunh! Hunh!" Her short bursts of breath continued into my mouth as I explored her moist, oral cavity with my tongue. I was wriggling out of my sweatpants by then and, whether I was admitting it to myself or not, I was getting ready to teach her more than she'd even dreamed of.

"There's another way to kiss, too, Janet." Even though I was far from being inexperienced, there were still things I hadn't done and I had all night with this compliant, nubile youngster. I'd read some about cunnilingus and Mrs. Haley had probably subtly tried to encourage me to do that to her but the thought of putting my face on her hairy snatch had not been particularly appealing. But, with Janet, it was different. And, if I tried and I didn't like it, it would be easy to stop.

Janet's arms had my neck in a stranglehold as we kissed again, mouth to mouth. "What's that, Mr. A? How else can you kiss?" she gasped as she pushed me away.

"You may not like it, Janet? But I could kiss you here?" I pressed her fat pussy harder to indicate where I meant.

"Mr. A! You're kiddin' me, aren't you?"

I moved my head lower, first to her hard, little breast-mounds where I sucked on her nipples. They weren't big and fat like Mrs. Haley's but I could tell that Janet liked it when I tongued the rubbery, little cylinders. Then my mouth traced a path down over her convex belly to the delightfully smooth area between her legs. She must have bathed before she'd come to the house for there was a faint, soapy smell and, gaining courage from the girl's trembling acquiescence, I pushed my tongue into the narrow crevice.

This was the first time I'd had a close-up look at a cunt. I know know that there are definite differences that are not just dependent on age and experience but Janet's, pussy, although young and unused, was fatter than many. The lips, the outer ones, that is, were like twin hot-dog rolls that began at the undefined boundary below her rather prominent mons, extending down between her thighs. They were wet and slick from being fingered and, as I licked along the slit that divided them, I heard her gasp.

"Oh! Oh Mr. A!" Her legs closed on my head and I found my access to her juvenile sex hampered, not only because she had locked her thighs around my head but because of my awkward position, lying beside her. I moved away and slid lower until I could get my shoulders between her legs and then, pushing them apart with no difficulty, I was in a position that gave me perfect access to her pussy.

"Hanh...oh golly, Mr. A? I never dreamed anyone did stuff like this?" Her thighs were loosely parted and I got my arms under her knees, lifting her legs atop my shoulders as I began to stroke the bulging softness of her pussy with my tongue.

"Does it feel good, Janet? Do you like it?"

"Uh...yeah?...I like it lots?" She sounded a bit doubtful but, when I used my fingers to part her labia, she acquiesced without the least protest. Her inner labia were small and pink and I saw the little hood under which, I knew, was her clitoris. I flicked my tongue over it and Janet's hips gave a sudden jerk away from me.

"Oh? Did I hurt you?" I asked, knowing full well that her reaction was not from pain.

"Uh, no? But? What did you do?" she whimpered. It was probably about then that she began to change from a curious little girl into an aroused woman-child. for, when I lowered my head again and began to flick my tongue back and forth over the hard, little erectile, her breathing became laboured.

"Do you want me to stop, Janet?" I had waited to ask until I was quite sure that she'd be too excited to want me to stop and her gasping reply confirmed that expectation.

"Nuh?...hannh?...nooo....but?.hannhh...Don't stop...but? is it OK to...hannhh...do this?"

"We probably shouldn't, Janet? But It makes you feel good, doesn't it? And I like doing it." And that was both the truth and an understatement. Introducing this lovely youngster to the sensual pleasures of sex was giving me a huge thrill. I had my hands under her round, firm-fleshed bottom and was holding it up so that I had total access to her fat, soft pussy. Her legs dangled loosely over my shoulders and, as I continued my lewd assault on her juvenile senses, her whimpers became whining moans. Had she ever had an orgasm before? I hoped not. I wanted to be the one to give her the first one.

"Am I making you feel good, Janet?" I asked, raising my head from between her legs. "Do you like this?" The folds of her fat, hairless, young pussy pouted seductively and I licked the soft crevice from the tiny opening of her vagina to the top of the slit'

"Oohhh....oh, Mr. A? Now I know why girls like boyfriends. It's so good it's scary. Are you done?"

"Not yet, Janet. Not unless you want me to stop."

"No...don't stop...I love it, Mr. A. Keep doing it." God. I had her. This beautiful, little girl was going to surrender her innocence to me. I'd make her cum and then get her excited again after that and there was no way that she'd want to stop.

Two minutes later, it happened. "Uhh unh unh," Janet panted and then I felt her soft, wet vulva  sort of bulge out and the smooth fleshfolds made little palpitations around my tongue. "Eeeeehhh," sounded sharply from her and her pelvis jerked and pushed up at my face for a moment before her lush ass settled down again in my hands.

"No...annhh...no...no more," she gasped as she pushed my head away. I didn't know then that some women, after orgasm, don't like to have their clit touched and so I thought that Janet's rejection meant that I'd lost my opportunity to complete her seduction. My feeling of triumph became an aching of need, I moved up above her and kissed her soft, loosely parted lips as she panted hotly into my mouth.

"Didn't you like that, Janet? Didn't you get a special feeling?"

"Mmmmph...you face is all wet and oily," she gasped. "What was it? What did you do to me?"

"I made you cum, Janet. You had an orgasm."

"Cum? 'Gasm? What's that? I don't understand?"

"That's a special thing that happens....it's what people are hoping for when they kiss." She looked small and defenseless, lying on her back with her legs spread and my big body above her. At that moment, as she looked up at me, so young and trusting but curious, too, I had second thoughts about continuing with my lewd assault.  My balls felt like balloons, hot, heavy, aching balloons.  If I took her hand and put it on my cock I was sure she could relieve the pent-up pressure in my loins.  It would be exciting to feel her little hand jerking me off and to see her expression when I ejaculated.  That is what I ought to do, I thought, even though the temptation from her shapely, young body was almost irresistible.

"Oh golly, Mr. A? I'm sure learning lots tonight."  She looked up at me with a half smile, her eyelids drooping. If an eleven year old can look sexy and satisfied, Janet looked that way.  Oh God!  What was I going to do?

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                                      Erotic Odyssey I

                                             Chapter Twelve

                                       Pliant Pre-Teen Playmate

It wouldn't be the same as with Shirley. Somebody else had been responsible for Shirley's premature introduction to adult sex, and with the others (except Mrs. Haley) I'd been almost the same age. But Janet's nearly naked, nubile body and her artless acceptance of what I'd done to her so far signaled to my lust-clouded mind that this young girl, this child, was mature enough to be fucked.  I fought with my conscience but, as was usually the case, my conscience did not fight well.

"Would you like me to make you cum again?" As I asked, I slid down once more to plant a tongue-thrusting kiss on her fat, hairless young quim. Maybe I could still get her if I was careful?

"Mmmhmm," she murmured in assent. "Hee Hee..I bet the other kids'd be s'prised if they knew what you taught me."

"But you're not going to tell them, are you?" I was suddenly concerned again that my unprincipled lechery might be discovered.

"You're not supposed to do this to me, are you?" Her expression became serious and I was afraid, again, that she'd want me to stop.

"We'll just pretend that you're older and you're out on a date with me. It'll be our secret, Janet." The pink, inner folds of her swollen cuntlips were peeking through her hairless cleft and I worked my lips in between the slick fleshrolls so I could nip the little bud between them. Yes! Her gasp of pleasure told me that I could go farther, that I could completely possess this lovely youngster.

"Uh, Mr. A?...oohhh...do you get 'gasms, too?" Janet raised her legs as she asked her perceptive question, willingly tilting her smooth, young pelvis up to my mouth.

"Yeah," I replied, my voice muffled by her pulpy cuntflesh. How was I going to take her? Should I ask or should I bring her close to a climax and then just do it? I titillated her little clit with my tongue while I plotted my obscene course.

"Hmmmhmmm...Mmmhmm," she was whimpering as her juvenile passion increased. Unlike the first time, there was no initial reticence in her response to my intimate caress. I had done it before and now, I am sure, her only thought was to reach the same pleasure-peak.

"Ohhh God, Janet. I want to do something different. So I can have an orgasm, too." I didn't want to scare her but, if I could get my penis against her cunt, it would take only a minor adjustment to get in. While I pushed down my sweatpants to free my throbbing penis, my lips and tongue continued to play on her tender, young pussy.

Janet's eyes widened and she looked at me quizzically when I moved above her but, probably to my good fortune, she did not look down. My mouth closed wetly over hers as I arched my hips and guided my prick to the hot softness of her cunt.

"Huh? Uhh...what're you doin'," she whimpered into my mouth when I directed my knob between the fat, slippery lips and pressed it on her clit. Janet had a nice ass, not large but big enough that, lying as she was, her pussy was raised and its vertical cleft easily accessible

"Relax, Janet," I urged softly when I felt her body become tense, her thighs clasping mine in an instinctive attempt to close. "I'm going to make both of us cum this time."

Whether it was my reassuring words or just her innocent response to the sliding pressure on her clitoris as I moved my cock against it, the girl's defensive thigh-grip loosened. Her breath was panting hotly into my mouth as I teased her little cum-trigger but, although she was helplessly open beneath me, I was afraid to make that final, irrevocable thrust.

"Unh huh..unh huh..unh huh," she whimpered urgently, and it was almost as if she was saying, 'yes, yes, yes'. Her short, little cries were muffled by our kiss and then she must have begun to climax for her pelvis tilted and jerked up to me. When that happened the tip of my throbbing cock was suddenly below her clit and at the hot mouth of her unsullied, young vagina.

If I'd been a Saint, which I certainly wasn't, I couldn't have stopped after the sensitive, throbbing knob of my cock was suddenly and thrillingly engulfed by the hot, juicy mouth of the girl's vagina.  I pushed into the tight opening, expanding the narrow orifice and sliding into the soft, slippery flesh nest until my ingress was blocked by her still inviolate hymen. Her pretty mouth and big eyes opened in an 'O' of surprise as I felt the fragile, elastic membrane yield grudgingly. Then, like a rubber band stretched beyond its breaking point, her cherry burst and three inches of my cock was engulfed by the incredible tightness of her juvenile passage.

"Nyeeee," she squealed and twisted her mouth away from mine."Nyaannhh. Hurrttsss. You're hurrrttinngg meee!"

"Oh God, Janet. I'm sorry," I lied. I was scared, but not sorry. She was incredibly tight and her vestal blood, welling up around my partly buried shaft, added to the heat of her inner body.

"Sirr? Mr. A? What are you doing? You hurt me?" she accused in a timid voice.

I had raised up from her now and we could both see where my thick organ was in her, the fat, hairless cuntlips now spread apart in an inverted vee and the little hood over her clit visible in the gap. The sight was erotic and salacious and obscene. Tears welled up in her eyes, her pretty lips trembled and quivered and she looked like the young girl she was. I felt guilt for a moment for taking advantage of Janet's naive innocence but the soft squeeze of her tender passage on my throbbing tool made my guilt evaporate in the heat of lust.

"It's alright, Janet. Just relax. You'll like it." I gasped as I began to massage her little clit again.

"But? But, sir?" she whimpered as she remained; tractably open beneath me while my cock soaked in the wet heat of her deflowered vagina. I flexed my cock, giving the artless sub-teen time to adjust to the expansion of her juvenile sheath, watching her pretty face for signs of rejection but except for her initial protest when I'd first entered her, she continued to be docile and compliant. Gradually, I began to make short, fucking thrusts, going no deeper than I'd already been.

"Does it still hurt, Janet?"

"No..not exactly, Mr. A? Not like before? But? You're not s'posed to be doing this to me, are you?"

"I didn't mean to do this, Janet. I know you're too young for me. But you kissed so wonderfully that I got carried away." I continued to massage her clit, determined to bring her back to the same excited state she'd been in just before I'd lost control and broken her cherry.

Her pretty mouth quivered as she attempted a smile. "Did I really? Did I kiss like older girls?"

"Yes, Janet. You kiss fabulously" and I lowered my mouth onto hers. Her lips parted with alacrity and her tongue wrestled with mine in the hot wetness of her mouth. I could sense a relaxation in her body and a slight lessening of her tightness so I pushed my throbbing cock a bit deeper into her, then paused again when she uttered a faint protest.

I wanted to bury the full length of my tool up inside her ripe, young body but, afraid of hurting her more than I already had, I held back and just kissed her while I stroked her firm-fleshed flanks. Then, breaking off our kiss, I raised up to again survey the sight of her leg-spread, young form. The feel of her hot, underaged passage clasping my cock and the sight of her hairless labia stretched around the thickly veined cylinder was incredibly erotic. I pushed in and she flinched, a flicker of apprehension showing on her pretty, young face. Janet had her head raised enough that she could see down between her legs and her eyes shifted alternately from there to my face and back again.

"Uh..sir? Uh..are you going to put that all the way in me?"

It was, and remains, the most incredibly erotic thing anyone has ever said to me. This pretty, young creature was lying there in docile submission while I gradually penetrated her shapely, nubile body and she asked if I was going to completely ravish her. It must have been frightening for her to even contemplate it for the thickness of my tool, and at least four inches remained unsheathed, almost filled the space between her outflung thighs. Although I'd also been the first to enter Barbara I don't recall that her tender, young passage had skinned my cock the way Janet's did. I don't know it this was because my penis had grown somewhat in the four years since then or if Janet's vagina was just smaller but, whatever the reason, I felt as if I was locked in a soft circular vise and the sensations were exquisite. Since then I've had girls who were, initially, as tight as Janet, but none who were tighter.

"I want to try, Janet. If it doesn't hurt you." I shifted higher above her plump hips so that the shaft of my cock rubbed over her clit and I watched her face for signs of pain. I moved slightly from side to side, feeling my cock rub over her slick, little clit-bump and, millimeter-by-millimeter I pushed deeper. Her eyes widened, perhaps partly with surprise that she was able to take as much as she had but also, I am sure, with the resurgence of her arousal. She flinched when the tip of my cock bumped the hardness of her cervix and her legs gave a little jump but, by then, I was almost completely surrounded by the juicy tightness of her underaged sheath, and I rammed into her to the hilt.

"Whuummmph...sirrr?" she grunted loudly as I ground against her fat, hairless cuntflesh. "Oohhh Mr A?" Her eyes were wide with wonder, her mouth gaping but she no longer looked like she was ready to cry at any moment. Slowly and cautiously I began to fuck her.

"Oohh yesss Janet...oohh yessss," I whispered, kissing her soft mouth as I struggled to control my imminent climax. "You're fantastic!"

Janet began to whimper, soft, breathless whimpers that matched the tempo of my thrusts. As I withdrew, I could see the pink, inner flesh of her channel extruding outward, clinging to my shaft as if reluctant to lose it, then her soft labia sort of rolled inward with my inthrusts as if they, too, wanted to cling to it.

"It's almost over, Janet," I gasped as the eroticism of fucking her hot, young body brought me to a peak.  "You're making me cum!" I fucked faster then, unable to restrain myself as I felt the hot sensation at the base of my spine and my sperm began its rush through my bucking tool to explode up into the young girl's bulging, quivering belly. Her eyes widened when she felt it happen and, at almost the same time, her thighs suddenly clasped my hips and her hips made several involuntary, self-concerned jumps against mine.

"Oohhh...oh Mr. A? What did you do in me?" she asked in a faint voice after I'd pumped the last jet of hot sperm into her juvenile passage. Her bosom was heaving as she lay, still filled with my cock, her tender cunt flooded with semen.

"I had an orgasm, Janet. Did you cum, too?"

"Uh..yeah?...I think so?"

In the aftermath of my orgasm, the enormity of what I'd done filled me with fear and apprehension. God! If she ever told, I'd be demolished. My parents, my friends, everyone would know. My penis wilted and I rolled off of the girl's lax, young body.

"Are you OK, Janet?" I asked with concern as I helped her on with her clothes.

"Yeah, I guess so? But? I'm kinda? You know? Kinda sore down there? Maybe we oughta do something about the stain on the carpet?"

My worry lessened somewhat when Janet mentioned the small, dark patch on the beige carpet. I must not have done irreparable damage to her psyche if she was still practical enough to notice the stain. Fortunately it was due more to the wetness from our juices than her blood and I was able to clean it easily.

"Can I sleep in your bed, Mr. A? This house kinda scares me"

"Sure, Janet. If that's what you want."

Neither of us had said any more about what I'd done to her and we had returned to a normal, teacher-student discourse. Now, two hours later, she was asking to sleep with me. I don't know if her request was just an innocent, young girl's natural reaction to the trauma of the evening or if I had awakened her juvenile libido. Whatever the reason, the result was predictable.

When she'd crawled into bed with me, Janet was wearing a long, flannel nightgown and I, who did not own pyjamas, was wearing t-shirt and undershorts. She'd snuggled up to me and I went to sleep. But not for long. I don't know if she'd slept or not but, when I awakened, she was nestled, spoon-style, her bum against my groin, and I had an erection.

"Are you going to do it to me again?"

The youngster's sleepy-voiced question snapped me out of my semi-conscious state and I'd reached around in front of her to cup her groin.

"I don't know, Janet? We probably shouldn't?" The feel of her warm, flannel-clad body pressed to mine was exciting but I was still sane enough to realize the danger.

"I don’t mind, if you want to?" She wriggled her bottom invitingly and helped me pull her nightgown up around her waist.

"Is it going to hurt this time, Mr. A?"

"No, Janet. Are you sure you want to, again?"

"Mmmhmm," she whispered in assent. "Just for a minute or so. I wanta feel you inside me like before."

I was oozing pre-cum, wetting and lubricating her satiny flesh and my erection slid between her thighs from behind.  She uttered a soft whimper as I raised her upper thigh and drew it back over my hip so that she was open for another assault on her innocence.  She just lay there in docile compliance as I used my hand to press my hard shaft into the crevice of her fat, hairless labia, not yet trying to enter her but only working on arousing her nubile body.

Janet wriggled her lovely bum against me as I used my cock to titillate her clit and I got my other arm under and around her so that I could play with her budding, young breasts.  Her areola swelled and hardened, sticking out like little cones that culminated in stubby, rubbery nipple peaks.

“Mmmmm…Mr. A…that feels nice,” she murmured, acquiescing pliantly to my lewd advances.  Gradually her breathing changed from girlish sighs to soft whimpers and after very few minutes to gasps and breathless pantings.

The bedroom door was wide open and the hallway light was enough for me to see quite well.  I knew now how I wanted to have her next.

“Turn over Janet,” I said softly as I rolled onto my back and pulled her quivering body with me.  As she followed my direction I pulled her nighty off so that she was completely naked, lying on me, her bare belly pressed to mine, my erection gripped by her plump thighs.  I raised her upper body from mine, bringing her to a sitting position astride my hips.

“What are yuh doin’, Mr. A.” the lovely youngster panted as I slid my hand down to feel the softness of her pussy.  It was wet and slippery, partly from my juices but also from her own as I found her clit and began to rub it.  I don’t know if it was my idea or hers but soon her soft mouth was welded to mine, her mobile tongue showing that her earlier kissing lesson had been well learned.

Janet was completely compliant as I lifted her round hips with gentle pressure from my pussy-probing hand and my cock popped upward as if it was a steel rod drawn to the magnet of her cunt.  The feeling was Heavenly as I arched slightly and the sensitive tip of my tool pushed into the once-entered portal of her juvenile body. 

Slowly, ever so slowly I penetrated the tightness of her juicy sheath, her hot breath gushing into my mouth as if it was being forced from her by the cock that was filling her.  With my cock two thirds enclosed by the girl’s once-fucked, eleven year old passage I began to fuck her, still rubbing her hard little clit, our mouths wetly interlocked.

I lasted longer this time, perhaps fifteen minutes before I felt the inescapable pressure in my loins.  When I pushed her upright her hips rode me with surprising alacrity as she took all of me inside.  I could feel the inner hardness as my cocktip battered her cervix and then I erupted.  It was total bliss for me and her whimpering gasps indicated that she too was cumming.

When it was over she slumped down on top of me and went to sleep.  It wasn’t long before my cock slipped out of her and I pulled the covers over us and slept too.

I was too scared to try having my bright, little student again despite her apparent willingness.  Fortunately another girl came along who did not represent the same level of danger but more about that in the next chapter.

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                                      Erotic Odyssey I

Chapter Thirteen

                                       Oral Interlude

      Spring came and, along with it, came a new housemaid at the farm where I boarded. Her predecessor, a middle aged, disagreeable matron, had left, to nobody's regret.

"You're sure a quiet guy, Joe. How come you don't talk more?"

I was sitting on the front porch; reading and watching the occasional car pass on the dusty, country road when Fiorella, the new maid, came out to join me.

"I guess I don't have much to say, Fiorella." She was a slender young woman, about the same age as I. I'd decided, right after she came to work there, that I should keep hands off. It wouldn't be appropriate for the local schoolteacher to date a housemaid. Snobbish, I know, but that was the attitude of the community. She had, shortly after her arrival, begun dating one of the hired hands at a neighboring farm which more or less confirmed my judgment.

"That don't stop most guys. They talk whether they got somethin' to say or not." She sat on the step in front of me and I surveyed her slim figure. Long, slender legs, a narrow waist that emphasized the curves of her small but shapely hips and a cute little ass. She wasn't much in the tit department although tonight the open-necked blouse she was wearing left no doubt that she was not a boy. Fiorella's most attractive feature, however, was her mouth. Not overly large but her lips were thick and, when painted as they were tonight, they looked sexy and very kissable.

    "Tell me about yourself, Fiorella. Why are you working here?"

    "I quit school and Paw said I had to get a job. There's not a lot of jobs for girls, 'speshly when I didn't finish grade nine. So when I saw the ad, I wrote to Mrs. Maxwell for this job."

      "Hmmm..I see. But, like, how old are you?"

      "I'm seventeen...almost eighteen, sir."

      "Is this the kind of work you want to do? I mean, do you have any other plans?" She'd called me 'sir', as if she was one of my students and not a woman almost the same age as I? It surprised me but I have to admit, I kind of liked it.

"No, not really, Joe. I want most to get a job at the cannery. They pay real good. 'Cept you gotta have grade ten to get a job there."

      "Do you think you'll go back to school?"

      "Naw...I'm too old for that. But I'm gonna start studyin' by myself. Soon's I get some books."

      "That's a good idea, Fiorella." Yeah, sure. And about as likely to happen as for pigs to fly, I mused, cynically. She'd be married within a year, probably. "If I can help in any way, I'd be glad to."

      "Oh, would you sir? Can you help me get started?"

      Just then Luke, the hired hand she was dating, pulled into the driveway in his battered, old wreck of a car. Fiorella got up at once and went into the house. She hadn't even said good-bye to me, I mused, unconcerned by her lack of courtesy. She must really have the hots for that guy?

      I went back to reading my book then until, after a few minutes, the car which had been hidden from my view around the side of the house, suddenly departed, the spinning tires throwing pebbles on the lawn as it slewed, turning onto the road.

"I guess he's mad at me."

  I looked up, surprised, as the screen door opened and Fiorella came out onto the open porch.

"Oh? You didn't go with him?"

"Nah. I'd rather stay here with you." She sat down again, her tight skirt sliding up to mid-thigh and giving me a good look at her legs. "He don't know much. He ain't like you. I'd rather talk to you tonight."

      "I'm flattered, Fiorella. But, as you noticed, I don't talk much?" I made no attempt to disguise the way I was looking at her legs. They were nice. Maybe not as full in the thigh as I liked, but not at all skinny, and they had a silky appearance.

"Yeah...I know that...but I like the sound of your voice when you do talk." I looked at her face again and, as I did, her tongue slowly traced the outline of her heavily painted lips, making them moist and shiny and accentuating their appealing fullness. "You say things in such a nice...cultured way, sir. I ain't used to that."

      "Well, I hope I don't disappoint you, Fiorella, but I'm glad you decided to stay with me. I don't get much chance to talk to beautiful, young women." She wasn't shy at all but there was something about her, the deferential way she acted towards me, that intrigued me.

"Stop kiddin' me. I ain't beautiful." But she flushed with pleasure at my compliment.

"You certainly are, Fiorella. You make the spring flowers look drab in comparison. If I was a poet, I'd likely write an ode to you."

      "Awww Joe. I'm gettin' embarrassed. You don't really mean that?" She looked at me with her big, dark eyes and, once again, the pink tip of her tongue caressed her lovely lips.

"I don't kid about things like that. You really are beautiful."

"How? Like? What's beautiful about me. My nose is wrong and I'm not big enough..you know...where guys like a girl to be big."

      "You're just right," I lied, for I'd discovered with Mrs. Haley that I liked a bounteous bosom. "Your nose is cute and your eyes are fabulous...so big and dark," and I wasn't lying about that. "You're slender, Fiorella, but you're not skinny. I could say a couple more things too, but you might be offended?"

      "You're just sayin' that to make me feel good, ain't you, sir?" Fiorella smiled, as if waiting for my denial.

"I wouldn't say it if I didn't believe it, Fiorella. You really are a very striking young woman. You could be a model."

      "Do you really think so, Joe? I dunno if I believe you or not, but? Like? What else were you gonna say? I won't be offended."

      "Well...you have lovely legs, Fiorella. I can barely keep my hands off them." When I said that she sort of wriggled like a puppy and, if she'd had a tail, (other than that which I wanted a piece of), she'd have been wagging it. "And...You have the sexiest, most sensual mouth I've ever seen."

      "Hah. That's not what I been told. In school the other kids useta call me 'biglips' and even worse things than that."

      "Jealousy, Fiorella. And ignorance. You really are beautiful."

      "Have you got a steady girlfriend, sir?"

      "No. All the girls I want seem to be already taken." I put my book down. This was getting interesting. I hate to admit it but, despite the pleasure I continued to take from the compliant sub-teen, Janet, I was getting rather bored. And the danger also dampened my enthusiasm.

"Oh? Like? How 'bout me, Joe? I ain't taken?"

      "I thought you and Luke? Like? Isn't he sort of your steady?"

      "Nah..he ain't much. He's OK, I guess, but..."

      As Fiorella spoke she leaned closer to me until her luscious lips were less than a foot from mine and she looked directly into my eyes. The invitation was unmistakable and I closed the distance, my mouth covering hers. It was great. Her mouth was soft, softer than Janet's, her lips mobile under mine and they parted readily to admit my tongue. Just then, when the kiss was getting underway, we heard another car on the road and we separated.

"We better go inside, Joe. Or all the neighbours'll be talkin'."

      I stood and helped her to her feet. In the house, I led her up the stairs to my bedroom which was right at the top.

"Let's go to my room, Joe. Just in case the Maxwells come home early." My organ swelled with anticipation but I also had a moment of concern. I didn't have a condom. It was one thing to fuck eleven year old Shirley without one but this woman was something else. I didn't want to get trapped. My libido overwhelmed my better judgment, however. One time was likely OK.

"You're sure a big guy, Joe." We were standing, arms around each other, and kissing. I had my hands on her bottom, her firm ass-globes each a comfortable handful, her hips molded to mine. Fiorella was considerably taller than little Janet but nonetheless more than half a foot shorter than I.

      I worked her blouse out from the waist of her skirt as we moved, crab-like, to her bed. As I began to unfasten the clasp of her brassiere, Fiorella broke off our kiss.

  "Don't get too many ideas, Joe. I won't...you know...I'm not that kind of girl."

      "You're safe with me, Fiorella. You have a wonderful mouth. I love kissing you." I eased her down on the bed and, despite her words, she was doing nothing to stop me from getting ideas. Her breasts were small but the nipples were large and hard and, when I kissed them, she made little sounds of enjoyment.

"You're nice, sir...so gentle...you don't treat me rough like some guys do. I ain't never gone out with nobody like you." I was stroking her thighs and, as I did, her legs parted.

  "You're sweet, Fiorella. Sweet and beautiful." I was lying beside her, my erection pressed to her hip, as my hand progressed higher between her legs. I could tell that she too was getting excited, breathing hard and uttering soft, little whimpers as my mouth alternated between her soft, warm lips and her large, rubbery nipples.

"No, Joe. No." She pushed weakly at me when I rolled half on top of her, my leg going between hers as I pushed my thigh firmly up into her crotch. "I won't...you can't?"

      "It's OK, Fiorella...I just want to feel you," I gasped. Her skirt was up around her waist now and I was getting my hand under her panties. I could sense that she wanted more, her hips sort of rocking against my thigh as I rubbed it against her pussy.

"Joe...oohhh Joe...oohhh," she moaned as I ground my thigh into her groin and she suddenly locked her legs on my thigh and began humping her body against me like a dog in heat. "Hanh...annh...hah hah hah," her hot breath panted into my mouth and her hips arched up off the mattress.

      Fiorella fell back then, gasping for breath, her legs falling loosely apart. Taking advantage of her momentary incapacitation, quickly, I tugged her panties down over her thighs.

"No. No Joe. You can't," she gasped as she grabbed her panties to prevent me from removing them.

"Please, Fiorella...please...I'm hurting," I pleaded and that was true. My balls were swollen and aching and I dry-fucked her hip through my

pants. "Please let me, darling?"

      I don't believe I'd ever called anyone 'darling' before but I was prepared to swear undying love it that was needed to get into her.

"Ohhh sir...I can't...I just can't," she moaned and her hand moved down between our closely pressed bodies.

"Why, Fiorella? Please? Haven't you done it before?"

      "Oh Joe...it's not that...but...I'm sorry...I just can't," she said, pleadingly, and her hand worked its way under the waist of my pants. "Let me...I can ...I'll help you."

      At that point I was ready for even just a handjob and I rolled away from her onto my back, pushing down my clothes to free my painfully throbbing erection.

"Oh sir! My God! You're huge! It's so big" Fiorella's gasp of admiration, or at least I think it was admiration, was flattering even though it was an overstatement. She sat up beside me then, pushing off her panties as she did so. I felt a surge of optimism when she did that, believing she was going to give me more than a handjob. She did, too, but it was not what I'd expected.

"Let me feel you, too," I said softly as I stroked upwards between her thighs.

"Just that, Joe...no more," Fiorella acquiesced when my fingers reached the juncture and her own hands gently grasped my rigidly upthrust tool. "Is this what you like?" and she began to pump me slowly with a touch that could only come from experience.

      Fiorella's pussy contrasted significantly with the juvenile snatches I had been exploring since I moved here. My fingers tangled in the thick bush that wreathed her vulva. I could tell, just by the feel, that her cuntlips were large and fat and she was very wet from humping my leg. When I touched her clitoris, she gasped. It was large, bigger even than Mrs. Haley's and I caught the bud of flesh between two fingers and nipped it, drawing my fingers from its base up to its hard, little point. Fiorella jerked and pressed her thighs tightly over my hand, hindering my progress and her own hands squeezed my cock in a stranglehold.

"Ohhh God, Fiorella...let m.e..let me make love to you"

      "No Joe...I can't," she said in a sorrowful voice. Fiorella had been squatting beside me but now, to be more comfortable, she stretched out, her head towards my feet, almost falling off the narrow bed but still giving me access to her fat, wet pussy. Her head was resting on my thighs, looking past where she held my tool in her hands, her big, dark eyes moist, almost loving.  And then her face moved closer to my groin until I could feel her hot breath caressing my throbbing shaft. Was she? Oh, God. I don't think I'd ever wanted anything as much as that.

      She released my cock then and, her big eyes fixed on my face, she opened her mouth, her pink tongue tracing the outline of her fat, red lips. I think she knew I'd never had my cock sucked before and it was as if she was determined to make this a moment to remember. She succeeded.

      I watched, breathless with excitement, as she extended her tongue and pushed it against the underside of my cock, then slowly licked it all the way up to the tip. When her hot tongue contacted the sensitive, uncut flesh at the base of my glans, my penis jumped and she rose up over it.

      I can't describe the total sensuality of that moment. Fiorella's mouth opened, poised directly above the purple knob, and I could see drops of my colourless lubricant welling up from the tip and running down my shaft. Without breaking off eye contact with me, Fiorella lowered her head and the soft moistness of her red lips engulfed the tip of my cock. Her tongue gave a little swirl on its sensitve underside and I felt a sucking sensation, warm and moist and indescribably thrilling. It's a wonder that I didn't explode right then.

"Glanh," she gagged when the tip of my cock pushed too deep as I arched my back and thrust upward. "Too big, Joe...can't take it all," she gasped, releasing her oral grip for a moment. And then her marvelous mouth was around me again, her tongue playing a sexual symphony on my throbbing member. Although I didn't realize it at the time, I was getting the benefit of almost seven years practice and, even now, I've never had anyone better at what she was doing.

      Fiorella raised her leg, bending it to hold her thighs apart while I played with her pussy. Her clit was like a little cock and I worked on it gently but, when I tried to insert a finger in her vagina, she backed away so, afraid I'd do something to cause her to stop what she was doing, I concentrated on her cum-trigger. With the desired effect.

"Mmmph...phlummpph...phshlummph," the wet, slurpy sound of her laboured breathing sounded in the room. Fiorella had big, thick lips, but a small mouth and my cock was stretching it to capacity. When she went down I could feel her lips tightening firmly around the shaft like a circular vise and, as she raised her head, I could see the tiny ridges of soft, pimk flesh pulling from her ovalled lips. Moisture dribbled from her encircling lips and, sometimes, she sucked me so deeply into the hot, saliva filled cavern that it nearly choked her but, perhaps because my fingers were adding to any excitement she may have had from sucking my cock, she became even more daring.

      "Oh God, Fiorella..I can't hold it...gonna go," I gasped as she valiantly tried to engulf all of my prick with her hot, wet mouth. But she didn't stop. Her fingers were suddenly between my legs, hefting my heavy, aching testicles and, looking up at me with eyes that said, yes, it's alright, she gave my balls a gentle tug.

"Glannghh." A choking gasp escaped from her cock-stuffed mouth when I exploded into it but, as I spurted uncontrollably, her mouth remained tightly clasped around my bucking tool. There was a look of total submission in her eyes as she swallowed, her head raising and lowering slowly, sucking on my cock with her mobile lips and tongue. I felt as if she was draining every last drop of semen from me as she continued her oral vacuuming, her eyes never straying from mine. Little rivulets of moisture dripped from the corners of her mouth and ran down the sides of my pulsing cockshaft, a mixture of her saliva and my white semen. It was the most salacious thing I'd ever seen.

"Did you like that, Joe?" She raised her head, a stringy tendril of cum seeming to still tie her soft, red mouth to my tool.

"Oh yes, Fiorella..I've never felt anything like it," I gasped truthfully. My fingers, which had been immobile during my passion, again teased her clit and she began to hump against them. Twisting her body around to lie on top of me, she kissed me with her cum-slimed mouth as I worked my fingers in her twat to bring her to a climax.

      She knew she was safe at that moment and her slender body writhed and wriggled on my hand until, with a breathless gasp, she convulsed in climax, her slippery mouth still masked to mine.

"I hope you still like me, Joe," she sighed as she slumped down on top of me. "I don't...I only done that for one other man...and he...it was diff'rent with him...like...he was family."

I stayed with her a little while, then went to my own room feeling fully relaxed and sated.  Was she going to let me fuck her?  I wanted to even though what she had just done for me had been totally satisfying.

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                                      Erotic Odyssey I

                                      Chapter Fourteen

                                      Fiorella Fucks

      "Do you like me, Joe? I mean...like...not just coz of what we do but as a person?"

      It was two weeks after Fiorella had first sucked me off and we were lying in her bed. She'd done the same for me four more times by then and each time seemed better than the last.

"You're wonderful, Fiorella. Beautiful and sexy and sweet." I whispered. It was after midnight and, although we were some distance from the Maxwells' bedroom, we didn't want them to hear us. I fondled her small, hard breasts and stroked her silky thighs as our mouths meshed wetly.

"Mmmmm...yer not just sayin' that are you?" She was, as always, seeking reassurance that it wasn't just sex that I wanted.

      I had no qualms about lying. "You know I'm not, Fiorella. But I wish you'd let me...you know...I want to satisfy you, too."

      "I want to, sir," she murmured, reverting to calling me 'sir', as she always did when I showed any sign of aggression, "but it ain't safe. I had a bad scare once."

      "How, Fiorella? Tell me about it." She was wearing a flimsy, cotton nightgown and, as I urged her to tell me more, my hand covered her soft, thickly furred pudenda.

"It was...like...Johnny...Mom's brother but he's only four years older'n me...he...like...I wuz only thirteen and wuz alone with him a lot and..." Her voice dissolved into a gasp when my fingers found her prominent clit and began to stroke the slick, oily bump.

"So? How did you get scared?"

      "Oh sir...I like that," Fiorella moaned as she pushed up at my hand. It's all I want." She gently stroked my erection with her usual skillful touch.

"Tell me, Fiorella..tell me how you got scared."

      "He...like...he useta get me to do this and...He was the one...like, you know? He got me to do what I do fer you." She made a move then to go down on me but I restrained her, wanting to hear the rest of her story.

"But that wasn't enough for him, eh?" I wriggled my fingers in the sloppy softness of her fat cuntfolds, inserting a finger into the snug mouth of her vagina and feeling her responsive, upward surge.

  "He only done it...you know? Three or four times? He's the only guy ever done it to me. But...like...I missed...you know...my monthly...he was as scairt as me. I ain't never done it since."

      Fiorella's legs were wide apart, her nightgown up above her hips, and she lay there loosely as I rolled on top of her.

"Just once, Fiorella? Let me satisfy you? I won't go in you. It'll be safe."

"Oh sir? I want to b.but?" Her full lips quivered and her dark, moonlit face looked up at me in wide-eyed apprehension. "Are yuh sure you can stop? Promise yuh won't go?"

      Her hands as much as mine were guiding my pistol to her holster and I felt the moist heat surround the tip. "Yeesss baby...oohhh yesss," I moaned as I pushed into the snug, liquid softness. It wasn't like the cock-skinning tightness of Janet's virgin, little girl cunt but it was delightful, nonetheless. Fiorella's mouth gaped as I sheathed my tool in the clinging, velvety wetness of her pussy and it swallowed my cock with a muscular, pulling action that was drawing at my balls. Like a toothless mouth she engulfed me until I bumped the hardness of her cervical throat but, this time when I pushed deeper, she didn't gag at the intrusion.

"Haannnhhhh." The girl's long, drawn-out sigh complemented the expression of sensual delight on her face as her legs rose into the air and her trim hips arched up to mine.

"Big...sooo big," Fiorella moaned and I felt her pull her thighs back even further to accept my deepthrust cock. I suspect that Fiorella knew that men are thrilled to be complimented on their endowment just as I suspect that her claim to have done this with only one other man was false

      The bedsprings creaked as I began to thrust slowly in and out of her softly clasping sheath and, as I kissed her soft mouth, her tongue slithered in and out of my mouth, matching the rhythm of what was taking place between her legs.

"Is it good, Fiorella? Do you like it?" I asked as she began to turn her head from side to side and her slender body writhed against me in growing passion.

Hmmmm...mmm…Mmmm hmmm...mmm hmmmm," she murmured breathlessly as I grabbed her shoulders and pulled myself higher on her open, furry saddle.  "Hurry...hanh hanh hurry," she urged as her pelvis began to jerk and gyrate wildly under me and I suddenly felt the hot press of her orgasm squeeze around my cock.

"Cum baby...cummm," I grunted as I ground against her writhing body and then, with a deep, throaty groan her naked body began convulsing completely out of control as hot fluid passion oozed from her wetly spasming cunt. At the peak, her whole body seemed to quiver like a bowstring and then, with an outrush of hot breath, she collapsed to lie limply beneath me.

      I was still buried deep inside her gently palpitating vagina; my aching, sperm-swollen testicles nestled in the warm crack of her ass as I felt my own climax begin.

      Fiorella sensed it too and she tensed and, in alarm, protested, "No! Oh no!  You can't!" Her breathless protest added to my passion as the burning, paralyzing sensation of my orgasm suffusing my loins. I pushed deeper with relentless disregard as her panting chant, "No! No! No! No!" sounded in my ears and, her actions contradicting her words, the lithe, slender girl pushed up at me, tilting her pelvis and wriggling as my cock swelled and expanded inside the velvet clasp of her twitching channel.

      It was as if her thighs became disjointed from her hips and her slender body seemed to open completely to me, her legs twining with mine as the clinging softness of her inner flesh caressed my hugely throbbing tool. I felt the added heat of my gushing semen surround my cock as I exploded into the depths of her cunt, the tip of my cock pushing on her cervix and her body clung to mine tenaciously as I experienced even greater spasms in my volupuous climax.

"Sirr...oohh sirrr...what have you done? You promised..." Fiorella moaned tearfully even as she continued to squirm under me as if trying to drain me like she did with her mouth.

"It'll be alright, Fiorella...you don't have to worry." Many times I have uttered similar phrases in the same situation and, I suspect, my sperm are weak, which is definitely a good thing or I'd have been in much, much trouble over the years.

"But...b.but? What if we made a baby?" Real tears were coursing down her cheeks but, despite her professed fear of pregnancy, she made no attempt to get out from under me, her body remaining open and lax as my organ gave its final, spasmodic jerks inside her sperm-flooded fuckwell.

"It's alright, Fiorella..stop crying," I consoled her, hugging her as I rolled from between her widely splayed legs. But I too had a feeling of apprehension. I had to get some condoms, for sure.

      A week later she told me she was OK and, after another week, I visited her in her room. By then I had condoms but, that night, like the several others that followed that spring, she seemed no longer afraid of the consequences. Likely she believed that, if she got pregnant, I'd do the right thing and marry her. Maybe I would've? But it was not just the fear of knocking the girl up that made me, often, have her use her educated mouth on me. She was a superb and uninhibited cocksucker.

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Note:  This is essentially the conclusion of the first part of my late uncle’s memoirs.  He wrote about one other occasion near the end of the school year but I haven’t yet been able to recover it completely.  His predilection for pubescent pre-teens and other young girls had been offensive to some of the few readers who have given feedback.  There has also been negative criticism because he never seemed to accept that ‘no means no’.  In his more mature years he seems to have chosen older girls and women most of the time (although not always) but he still seemed not to believe that ‘no means no’.  Before I will publish the next part of his memoirs I’ll need a clear indication that his tales are enjoyed.  Please let me know one way or the other whether you want to read more.

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