The basement smelled of mildew, It was far below ground level and the moisture from the ground was constantly pouring through. The darkness and muggy feeling was ideal for what Jimmy had in mind.
The cellar was rarely, if ever, used by anyone but himself. His father would make a visit for some paint, or his mother would come down to look for a jar of preserves. Other then that no one bothered. It was unofficially Jimmy's place, for whatever he wanted to do.
It was in the basement that he worked on his model planes and so on and today where he was going to work on Irene.
Cautiously opening the door, Jimmy led Irene down the stairs.
"I don't want to go down there," Irene begged with Jimmy, as she togged at his sleeve.
"What's the matter?" he asked sarcastically, "are you afraid or something?"
"I'm not afraid. I just don't want to do anything down there."
"It was your idea," he reminded, pulling her hand from his sleeve and almost pulling her down the steps. "I know that, but...."
"I don't care about your 'buts'. You dared me to show you, and now you want to back out. I knew you were chicken."
"I'm not chicken!" she said, "but I...."
"Yeah, I know: 'You don't want to do anything'."
Irene .shrugged her shoulders and knew that she had very little choice but to go with him. It was her own fault, she reminded herself, and there was no way she could get herself out of this without appearing frightened.
The prospect of seeing Jimmy's cock didn't bother her, it was what usually followed that she feared. She should never have dared him to show her his cock in the first place. Irene recalled the whole conversation that got her into this mess:
She had asked Jimmy if she would be permitted to see his model planes. Irene had no interest in model planes, but she just wanted to get on Jimmy's nerves.
Jimmy absolutely refused to allow her entrance to his strictly male abode. For a long while she persisted; taunting him with calls of being a 'big baby' and so forth.
Jimmy, however, was trying his hardest to ignore her completely. He knew Irene was the neighborhood's biggest pest, and she would beg and plead until she got what she wanted.
"Are you afraid I might do something to you if you took me to your basement?"
"Are you kidding!?" he exclaimed. "There's nothin' you could do that could possibly bother me."
"Wanna bet?" she sneered. Irene was the type of girl that was tom-boyish. She went wherever the boys went, even if her presence was Ignored.
Now that she was fourteen, and beginning to mature physically, the boys played games by telling stories about her. Irene never heard these stories, and was, in fact, quite innocent, even though she rarely appeared to be so.
For a few minutes the argument continued until Jimmy sighed angrily. He stomped his foot on the ground and told her to go fuck herself. "Bet you can't do it," she whispered. Jimmy's eyes lit up. She was inviting him and all, he had to do was take her down to his basement and show her his model planes. His stomach turned over a few times, and he sensed himself becoming extremely nervous.
"All r-r-r-r-right," he muttered, "I'll take you down to my cellar."
Suddenly Irene was struck with the realization that he was bringing her down for one purpose: to try and screw her.
"He wouldn't really think I would let him," she assured herself nervously. "I hope," she added a few seconds later when she noticed the gleam in Jimmy's eye turning into something closer to passion.
"Well," he said happily, "let's go."
"Where?"
"Down to the cellar. You wanted to see the model planes and stuff. Remember?"
Irene nodded and felt the perspiration beginning to form on her brow. She suddenly felt sick and told herself that everything would have been alright if she Just stayed home and did her homework.
Jimmy pushed open the door and flicked the switch on the wall. A single light, in the middle of the room, went on and it was powerful enough to provide only his working area with sufficient light. Beyond the table everything was covered with a deep blanket of shadow. "Come on," Jimmy urged, pulling on her hand. Irene followed obediently, walking In step with the fifteen year old male a few feet in front of her.
They approached the corner of the room and stood there a few moments, silent.
"Well," Jimmy began, "this is it," referring to his collection of plastic and wood planes and cars.
"Yeah," Irene muttered, "they're nice ... I guess."
"Whaddaya mean 'I guess'? Those damned things took me a hell of a long time to make. I just didn't sit down one day and put those things together."
Irene smiled for a fraction of a second, attempting to give the appearance of agreement with Jimmy. She was, however, more interested in finding a way out of the dark basement. With each minute that passed, she could sense the impending night.
Every few seconds she would glance towards the door and peer through the window. The early winter sky was rapidly turning black, even though it was just five o'clock.
Irene hoped for a miracle. Perhaps Jimmy's mother would call that dinner was ready, and he would be forced to go up stairs.
"Ya know what you said before," Jimmy reminded her, "about what ... uh ... well ... you know."
She knew quite well what he was referring to and she realized she was praying for the ceiling to fall down upon them and kill them both.
"Was that true? What you said, I mean."
"It wasn't true at all," she assured him in whispered tones. Her throat was getting dry and she found it more and more difficult to speak.
Irene was interested in what it was like to have a male organ inside her-she had heard so much about it from her girlfriends, that it was natural she should be interested. But she didn't want to find out about it this way.
Jimmy extended his hand and rested it on her shoulder, making her entire body tremble for a second.
"Ya know, you got nice hair," he told her and he forced her long blond hair through his fingers.
"Thank you," she muttered cautiously.
"No, I really mean It. And you got a nice figure for a girl your age."
Irene wasn't impressed. She realized that Jimmy had been watching too many movies, and that he was groping for lines to throw at her to make himself look mature.
"A girl my age?" she asked in surprise. "I suppose that you've been around quite a bit and know what's happening."
"I didn't Jay that."
"You're just fifteen, right? Maybe you're a year older than me. Big deal."
"I think it is a big deal. How old are the guys that take you out?"
"They're a lot older than you."
"How old? Maybe sixteen if you're lucky. I'll make a bet that you've never been out with a boy before in your whole life."
"What kind of bet would you make on that?" she asked angrily.
Jimmy shrugged his shoulders, meanwhile, allowing his hand to fall to her shoulder again, just a few inches above her breast.
Irene pulled back quickly, making his hand fall to his side. "Don't try anything funny," she warned.
"Just as I thought," Jimmy laughed. "I knew you've never been out with a boy before. If you had been, you wouldn't have moved away that way."
Irene didn't know what he" was referring to. She had never been out with a boy, and had no idea how one was supposed to act with a male when he was making advances towards her. All she knew was what she saw on television and in the movies, and in both cases the girls was always ready and willing, to provide their male friends with some kind of enjoyment-usually in the bed.
"It's not that," she muttered. "It's just-just that I don't know you that well, Jimmy."
"Are you kidding me or something? I've known you all my life."
"Yeah, but you never took me out or nothin' like that"
"Whaddaya want me to do? Take you to a movie?"
"That would be nice, I guess."
"Okay, I'll take you to a movie if you want me to," he smiled as he returned his hand to her shoulder, this time just an inch above the spot that her young breasts were beginning to sprout.
"Cut it out, Jimmy. I know what you want and I'm not gonna fool around like that."
"What's the matter? You afraid I might rape you? I thought you told me you knew what was happening, but I guess you're still a little kid."
"Drop dead!" she exclaimed as she twisted her shoulders and turned around, attempting to head for the door.
"Hold it," Jimmy demanded as he grabbed her by the shoulder with a firm grip, "I'm not gonna do anything to you that anybody else wouldn't do."
Irene had no idea whatsoever to what he was referring, but decided to comply with his minor request. "What do you want me to do, for God's sake?"
"I don't want you to do anything. I mean, if you're still a little kid, that I couldn't even explain it to you, but if you're anything I think you are, that you know what to do."
Nervously, she allowed his hand to return to her shoulder and shuddered as it slipped down and touched her breast. She wanted to run and hide, but she was too frightened and too confused to make any decisions. Irene thought that she was feeling passion, but her emotions was too mixed for her to pull a single out and analyze it. Jimmy's hand worked expertly, slowly caressing the small mound of flesh, which was covered by her thin bra.
Jimmy, however, was feeling great quantities of excitement. He felt his organ fill with blood. This was the first time in his life that he had ever touched a girl, and the excitement was overwhelming. The organ, within moments, fully erect was pressing against his tight pants, and he knew that it was being outlined. But it didn't bother Jimmy at all. As his fingers rubbed around the breast he wanted to attract her attention to his stiff penis, by moving a foot further away from her, giving her a good view, if she were to look down.
Irene, however, wasn't Interested in looking at his pants. She was trying to find a way out of this mess she was getting herself into. Running away, she knew, would only make her look foolish and if Jimmy were to tell any on the other boys she would never get a date for the rest of her life. Standing there, as Jimmy fondled her breast, made her feel foolish, and she knew she would be forced to do something.
"Can you turn out the lights?" she whispered nervously, her voice cracking a number of times through the saying of the six words.
Jimmy nodded and looked above him. The light bulb, hanging from the ceiling by a single cord had a very short chain hanging from its side. With a sudden movement of his hand, he pulled on the chain and the basement was thrown into total darkness, except for the last few dying rays of sunlight which tried to force their way into the room, but found it impossible to penetrate more than a few feet. The corner in which the two youngsters were standing was black. They couldn't even see each other.
Irene, feeling reassured by the warm blanket of darkness, imagined that the darkness was enclosure of a dream, and that everything that was happening was unreal. Moving his hand from her breast with a quick slap, she moved close to him, pressing her small, young body close to his. A kiss, she knew, was legal, and hoped that that would satisfy the young man.
Wrapping her arms around him, she pressed her face close to his, and found his small lips with her equally small lips. Her lips were dry and she found It necessary to lick them before allowing them to touch his.
His lips were just as dry, but when he felt her warm wet lips touch his, he opened his mouth and allowed the saliva, which had collected between his teeth and inner lips to provide the needed lubrication to the parched, excited, quivering lips.
Almost instinctively, the two of them opened their mouths and allowed their tongues to touch for just an instant.
With the touch of the male tongue against her own, for the first time in her life, she jumped with excitement, feeling the pleasurable sensations coursing throughout her entire body.
For many minutes they stood there, with their lips pressed tightly against each others. Jimmy's hands, which were wrapped around her back, slowly slipped downward and found the two, tight cheeks of the young ass. With a gentle squeeze he pressed her groin against his own, feeling his stiff organ pressing hard against her. He knew that she also felt his stiff cock, she had very little choice but to feel it.
Irene, young and unknowing, thought she was being fucked by the young boy. She had been told by her friends only the barest essentials about the male organ, and she knew that when it was in its erect position, it could be dangerous.
Slowly, and rhythmically, Jimmy ground his hips in a circular motion trying to provide additional sensations to the bared head. He had never done this before, but occasionally he had laid in bed, pressing his stiff cock against the bed, until he finally shot into his cupped hand.
Irene, also feeling the excitement of the stiff cock, moved her hips In rhythm with his, trying to give herself some type of sensations. Slowly, and without realizing it, she had spread her legs, and pulled her pants tighter around her crotch. She tried to let the pressure of Jimmy's body excite her sensitive clitoris, but found it impossible to do so in a standing position.
Saliva was dripping down her face, and she let Jimmy's recently fuzzy chin wipe it away for her. Her breathing was getting heavier, and now she wanted not only to feel the organ through the cloth, but to go even further.
With her left hand, she pried apart their bodies, and slowly Inserted the small opened hand into the narrow crevice. The tips of her fingers were met by a small obstruction, and she knew it was his prick. Jimmy, further excited by her hand touching his cock, pulled his body away from hers and allowed her full hand to touch the stiff rod.
The young boy was shivering with excitement, and he knew that within seconds he would come. It would make a mess inside his pants, but his passion overcame caution.
Irene's long thin fingers caressed the full length of the organ, feeling it throb every so often, when she reached the tip of the head.
Excited, she pulled her mouth away from his and in a quivering voice asked that he touch her between her legs.
With a shaking hand, he reached between the two bodies and quickly found the crevice of the thin legs. He felt nothing where the male organ would normally be, but he knew he had touched a sensitive area by the sudden movement of Irene's body.
With a slow up and down movement he caressed the full length of her groin area, paying particular attention to where he assumed the vagina to be. The cloth of her pants was too heavy to allow him any sensations in his fingers as to what he was touching, but the picture he was receiving in his mind was sufficient to maintain his excitement.
With each stroke of her fingers against the organ he returned with a similar stroke between her legs. Jimmy knew that it would be seconds until he ejaculated, and he was torn between the decision of shooting into his pants or making her stop the pleasurable sensations.
A fraction of a second before he felt the hot milky sperm collect at the base of his organ, he decided it would be better to stop.
CHAPTER TWO
With a quick jerk of his hand, he pushed Irene's hand away from his stiff rod.
"What's the matter?" she whispered excitedly. "I almost shot," Jimmy stuttered.
"Shot?" Irene had just a vague idea of the process of ejaculation, but sufficient to know that with enough pressure of the right type on the male organ, it will involuntarily ejaculate. "What happens when you shoot?" she breathed heavily.
Jimmy didn't want to bother going into explanations of the ejaculatory process, and simply told her that "a lot of ... stuff comes out of my ... uh ... thing ... that can make a girl pregnant if I put it into her ... uh ... thing."
Irene felt happy that Jimmy did not have his 'thing' in her 'thing', and wanted to. continue caressing his cock.
As soon as her fingers touched the organ it throbbed and Jimmy was forced to pull away from her. "Not yet," he explained. "You gotta give it time to go down a bit before you can play with it."
Irene suddenly realized what she was doing, and quickly withdrew her hands to her sides and clamped her legs shut on Jimmy's hand
"What's the matter?" Jimmy asked in surprise.
"I don't want to do it anymore," she almost cried. She was sure If it was embarrassment or fright which made her withdraw, but whatever it was, it was finally strong enough to overcome her passions, which had been allowed to run free for the previous few minutes.
"Why not?" Jimmy demanded.
"Because!" she exclaimed. "Because I don't think it's right for us to be doing things like this."
"What's the matter with what we're doing?"
"I don't know, but I don't want to become pregnant," she replied forcefully.
"I'm not gonna screw you," Jimmy explained. "You know that the only way you can become pregnant is if I put my thing into you."
"Yeah," she agreed, "but what if you shoot into your pants and some of it gets into my pants and then I become pregnant."
"It's Impossible lor that to happen that way, and you know it."
"I know that it has to be all the way in, but I've heard of accidents happening and things like that."
"You really don't believe all that," he laughed. "That's a lot of bullshit. I'm telling you, the only way you can become pregnant is if I put it into you and shoot right into you. And that doesn't mean that every time I put it into you, you're gonna become pregnant. It only happens a few times out of a thousand. So there's nothin' to worry about."
The fear of pregnancy temporarily allayed, she tried to think of other reasons why she shouldn't continue.
"But people say that if you fool around when you're young, then you'll be a bad person when you grow up. You can go crazy or become a murderer or things like that...."
Jimmy had heard a number of such stories-all fabricated to prevent him from receiving any pleasurable sensations. He was assured by a number of older friends that they were pure fantasy, and that in many cases the opposite was true. They told him that when you always to try to stop yourself from having any fun, it can make something go wrong when you grow you. They called it 'unbalanced'.
"That's just a lot of bullshit," she assured her.
"Are you sure?" she groped.
"I'm not positive, but I don't think all those things you're thinkin' are true."
Irene felt slight quivers of passion surge through her body again, and decided to throw away all precautions, except pregnancy, and concentrate on having a good time.
Reaching out her hand until she felt Jimmy's body, she took his arm and directed it to her crotch. Jimmy knew what she wanted and immediately complied with her silent demand.
Again, he slowly pressed his hand in an up and down motion against her groin. For many minutes he played with the area, wondering when Irene would finally have her orgasm.
He didn't realize that the young girl was throwing up a mental block which affected her physically. She was so afraid of having her orgasm, that she forced the sensations of Jimmy fingers to remain in the area of her vagina, and did not allow them to reach her mind.
"Do you wanna touch my ... uh ... thing?" Jimmy asked cautiously, trying to say it in such a way that it would not frighten her.
Irene reached out her hand again hunted for the stiff organ, hidden within the confines of his pants. She touched It and found that it was much smaller.
"What happened to it?" she asked.
"It got smaller," he explained. They had wasted so much in arguing about the possibility of pregnancy that Jimmy had forgotten all about his own erection, and allowed it to shrink.
"But," he continued, "I didn't mean that way."
"What are you talking about?" she whispered.
"Do you wanna touch it outside my pants."
"You mean you're gonna take it out or something?"
"Why not?"
"I ... uh ... I don't know why not, but I don't think you should."
"Have you ever seen a man's thing before?"
She shook her head and realized he couldn't see her. "No," she told him.
"Well, there's always a first time. I won't rape you or nothin'. Besides," he continued, "It's killin' me bein' so cramped in there and everything."
"You can take it out if you want to, but I'm not gonna touch the thing."
"I don't see how come you won't do it. Nothin'll happen to you, and, besides, if you touch me I'll touch your thing, too."
The prospect of having her vagina and clitoris caressed by another's hand was inviting. Irene saw pictures of herself lying in bed or in the bathroom playing with herself and then she saw a picture of Jimmy's hand, and realized the second picture was much more inviting.
Without waiting for an argument from Irene, Jimmy was already in the process of pulling his pants around his hips. As long as it was black in the cellar, he didn't feel any embarrassment in exposing himself like that. If it was an inch from her eyes, he knew, she wouldn't be able to see it.
With a sigh, the stiff organ was released from the unbearable enclosure of his shorts and pants. Reaching down, Jimmy let his own hand circle the thin, long cock. He wiped away the perspiration caused by the heat of his body and felt the sticky droplet of liquid hanging from the eye of his organ.
Jimmy was impatient to have Irene caress the organ, but he knew that even slight pressure could frighten her away.
"I have it out," he told her in a matter-of-fact tone.
Irene was curious to feel it in her hand, and a number of times her hand reached out to find it, but always withdrew to safety.
"Can I touch you?" he whispered.
Irene didn't answer, but Jimmy assumed the answer was affirmative when he caressed the vagina through the heavy layers of cloth without any objections.
Jimmy, however, wasn't satisfied to touch her from the outside only. With both hands pressing against her belly, he found the snap of her pants. A quick tug, and the pants was open.
He waited a few seconds before proceeding further. When he waited a sufficient span of time without hearing any objection, he assumed it was safe to continue.
Slowly, while the other hand caressed the vagina through the cloth, his hand pulled on the zipper until it was down as far as it would go. Jimmy was tempted to shove his hand in at this point, but he was able to control his passion. He wanted to touch her without the confines of clothing and knew that it was just a few moments away as long as Irene didn't stop him.
With the zipper down, he had only to pull on the pants and it would rest around her thighs. Before he had the chance to pull on the pants In the slow, leisurely way he had planned, he felt Irene's arm reach out and rest on his naked hip.
Jimmy shuddered at the exciting feeling of her hand touching his naked skin and decided to move more quickly now. With a sudden pull, he had the pants around her knees, and a second later he had his fingers in the elastic band of her nylon pants and they, too, were resting around her knees.
He wanted to immediately reach out and stick his finger into the hole, but he was afraid that she might refuse him, and Jimmy decided to wait until Irene felt more courageous and moved her hand from the original position on his hip.
For what seemed like many minutes the two youngsters stood facing each other, in the darkness, with the other's hand, resting on the other's hip. Finally, Irene decided to make a move towards his groin.
Jimmy shuddered as her hand caressed the naked skin of his belly and slowly proceeded towards his stiff cock. His hand, meanwhile, was also moving down.
A finger of Jimmy's hand was slowly moving the erect clitoris. Moving a bit more quickly that Irene, Jimmy found a tiny mound between the thin legs, just a few inches above the vagina itself.
For Just a few seconds he played with the stiff little bump, not realizing that this was the most sensitive area of a female's body.
The light down of pubic hair slipped through his fingers as he moved the last few inches towards the love box. The heat and moisture was apparent even before he reached the opening itself. Irene was almost on the verge of her own orgasm, and pressed her body harder against Jimmy's hand, trying to increase the sensations.
Finally, with a quick thrust, Jimmy's fingers were pressing against the folds of the young labia. Irene sighed as she spread her legs even further apart, allowing his fingers more room to move;
Irene, meanwhile, was also excited enough to move her own hand and find his love stick. The coarse strands of pubic hair excited her, and made her proceed further. Finally her fingertips hit a solid obstruction.
The young girl realized she had reached the base of his organ and she became immediately curious as to the full length of the organ. Slowly, and with great care, not to possibly hurt this new toy she had just discovered, she moved her fingertips up the full length of the organ and felt the stiffness of the male animal.
Jimmy, driven on by Irene's fingers on his organ, found the tiny opening of her vagina-discovering that it was wet and warm. With the tip of his finger he pressed against the hole and managed to get the first inch of his index finger into the enclosure.
Irene didn't object, but her vagina instinctively clutched at the strange object attempting entry. When the muscles relaxed sufficiently, he pressed the finger in a little bit more, until he felt the muscles contract in a milking action.
Irene, excited by the finger inserted into her fourteen year old vagina, now clasped the organ in her hand and felt the strange strength of the male reproductive organ.
Jimmy, now that his finger was sufficiently lubricated, pressed in and out in a fucking motion.
Suddenly, and without any warning to either of them, Irene felt the spasms fill her body. They shot through her legs, and up into her body, concentrating all her strength on the area of her vagina. Her hips moved much faster than the finger, as she tried to force the thin penis-like object further into her cunt. Her breathing came heavy and she began to groan.
The girl became so excited that some of it was transferred to Jimmy. The boy knew that she was having her orgasm, and was now attempting to pound his finger deeper into her cunt.
Irene, while her body began jerking violently, was milking Jimmy's cock. Her hand moved up and down at the same pace her body was making.
The sudden orgasm of the young girl, and the increased movements of Irene's hand on his ready organ were all that he needed to come to his own orgasm.
The boy was straining his body to prevent the orgasm. He was to free the liquid from his system, but he wanted the hand to continue playing with it, and by the time he realized that it was Irene's hand around his cock and not his own, he felt the first spurt of milky, hot fluid stream through his organ and shoot out into the air.
By that time, he didn't care that he wasn't stopping the streams of semen, and allowed all of it to shoot out into the air.
Irene's hand was still around the organ after he had discharged. She was so excited with her own orgasm, that she disregarded the hot liquid which was trickling down her hand, and down her belly.
With a great sigh she completed her climax and released Jimmy's deplete organ. It was many moments later that she realized what she had all over her body: Jimmy's scum.
With the hand which was masturbating Jimmy's cock, she wiped her belly, and realized that the boy had ejaculated great quantities of semen all over her belly and against her groin.
She shuddered with the thought that some of it may have gone into her vagina, but she recalled that the only thing which was in her vagina was Jimmy's finger, so she was satisfied that she would not become pregnant.
Jimmy, too, was quite satisfied. This was the first time someone other than himself had masturbated him. The thought was still very exciting, and it was many minutes before the erection receeded. The organ still throbbed with each picture as it flashed through his mind until it could no longer force blood into the cock and allowed the blood to flow back.
"Are you alright?" Jimmy whispered with laboring breath, as he wiped his finger on his shirt.
Irene was still having difficulty breathing. Each breath sounded as if it was coming from an asthmatic, shallow and noisy.
"I ... I ... think ... so...." she mumbled.
Jimmy pulled his pants up around his waist, and realized that a few droplet of his scum had fallen onto his shorts. He tried to wipe it away, but found that he was only forcing it deeper into the cloth.
Irene was still trying to catch her breath, as well as slow down her pulse. She sensed the blood pounding through her body, and for a second she thought she might faint. She felt the sensations of fainting, but the usual lack of vision which accompanies a fainting spell, had to pass undetected in the bitter darkness.
Reaching backwards, she felt Jimmy's work table and allowed the full weight of her body to lean against the thin board, which was used as a top.
"Are you dressed?" Jimmy asked.
"No, not yet."
"I want to turn on the light."
"Wait a few seconds," she asked.
Irene reached down and grabbed her nylon pants and pulled it around her waist. A cold wetness touched her over-heated skin, and she knew that her body was covered with Jimmy's rapidly drying stickiness.
Ignoring the cold, wet, mass of sperm, she pulled her pants up around her waist and fastened the snap.
"Alright," she declared, "you can turn on the light now."
A second after her words, the corner of the cellar was filled with the blinding yellow light.
The two youngsters, for the first time in more than a half' hour, were now able to see each other again. Both stood apart, staring at the other, trying to guess what the other was thinking.
"Your face is all red," Irene noticed.
Jimmy's hand reached up and pressed against his flushed cheeks. "I guess they are," he told her. "Your's are pretty red, too."
Both avoided making reference to what had just happened, and tried to think of something else to say.
"Are you alright?" Jimmy asked.
"Yeah, I think so. Well, uh....I guess....I, uh ... had better be goin' home. I guess."
Jimmy gave her a weak smile, not knowing what to tell her.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" Jimmy volunteered.
Irene shrugged her shoulders, and said, "If you want to, I guess it's okay."
Jimmy glanced down at his crotch and then to Irene's. He noticed that there were no stains, and felt that the walk to her house and back would be sufficient to cool his over excited body.
"I'd better turn out the light. That way no one can see us leaving."
"What if they see us leaving?" she asked.
"I don't know. I just don't want anybody asking any questions."
Irene shrugged her shoulders and gave him a semi-nod of agreement. She couldn't see what difference if would make if anyone saw them leaving the cellar, but decided that Jimmy knew best.
"You go stand by the door," he ordered, "while I turn out the light. You won't be able to find your way out of here in the dark."
She complied immediately with his request and went to the door, putting her hand on the knob. The lights went out and she heard Jimmy's footsteps approaching. Within seconds he was behind her.
"Open the door," he directed.
Irene turned the knob and pulled the door fully open. The cold winter evening air hit them with all its force. They tugged on their jackets, trying to pull them closer around their bodies.
For a few minutes they shivered as their bodies adjusted to the cold. It was already night, now that they were outside. A half hour earlier, the sun was just going down, but now it was gone completely.
"Do you feel cold?" Jimmy asked.
"No," Irene whispered through chattering teeth.
Quietly and quickly they walked to the front of the house, passing beneath the kitchen window where Jimmy's mother was preparing dinner.
They reached the street and allowed the dull yellow light of the street lamps to guide them. Irene lived just a few minutes from Jimmy, but this evening they were in no particular rush to get there. They both wanted to let the cold night air cool their hot skin, and took all their time in reaching her house.
The entire walk was made in utter silence. Not once, after they reached the street did either address the other in any way. Both wanted to speak, but neidier could think of the right words.
Both felt embarrassment of what they had just done, and trying to ignore it, but they discovered that that was the only thing which was passing through their minds.
Finally, they reached the house, which was just three blocks from Jimmy.
He walked her to her back door and waited for her to turn the knob. "What time is it?" Jimmy asked as soon as she stepped into the house.
Irene glanced in at the clock on the wall and said that it was a quarter-to-six.
"Wow!" Jimmy exclaimed, "I gotta get home for dinner. I'm gonna eat at six o'clock and if I'm late my fa-ther'll break my head."
"Well," Irene muttered, "uh, good-bye, I guess."
"Yeah, good-bye. I'll see you at school I guess. Oh," he remembered, "You won't say anything to anybody,' I hope."
"Don't worry," she assured him, "I won't say a thing to nobody, and I don't want you to say anything either."
"I won't. Well, good-bye," Jimmy smiled as he turned to walk home.
CHAPTER THREE
"Where were you all night?" Irene's mother demanded when she saw her daughter enter the dining room.
"I was over at my friends house," she declared, mustering all her composure to sound as if she was telling the truth.
"You know dinner's been on the table for fifteen minutes. Take off your jacket and sit down to eat."
Irene did as she was ordered. She sat across from her brother, Micheal, and avoided his eyes all the while the family sat at the dinner table.
The young girl found it impossible to eat very much. Her nerves were in turmoil and she couldn't relax sufficiently to swallow a full mouthful.
As soon as her mother directed her to serve the coffee, the young girl asked if she could be excused.
Her father nodded and she immediately left the table and went to her room. A few seconds later Micheal asked if he could be excused. Again, Mr. Whittier consented and permitted his sixteen year old son to leave the table.
Irene was in her room, preparing her clothes for her bath, when Micheal knocked and entered the room.
""'Can't you wait until I tell you to come in? I don't see why you even bother to knock; all you do is come barging in here as if this was your room."
Micheal ignored the reprimand. "What happened to you tonight?"
Irene was immediately shaken by the question, trying to guess how Micheal had come to the conclusion something was wrong. "Why? Why do you ask?"
"You just seemed funny, that's all. You looked sick or somethin' when you came in tonight and you didn't eat a thing either."
"I just wasn't hungry, that's all. I have an upset stomach and I couldn't eat very much."
"Anyway," Micheal continued with a shrug of his shoulders, "who was that guy who brought you to the door?"
"What guy?" Irene asked nervously.
"That kid that was with you. Who was he? I never saw him before."
"How do you know someone brought me to the door?" she demanded.
"I was standing in the kitchen getting a clean fork when I heard him ask you something about the time and then you told him what time it was."
"He ... was ... uh ... uh ... just a friend of mine."
"Okay, but who was he?"
"His name's Jimmy Dinsmore. He's in the same school we're in, and I met him after school one day. There's nothing wrong with that."
"I didn't say there was anything wrong with anything. I was just curious about the kid. Have you ever been out with him before?"
"No, I haven't been out with him, and I wasn't out with him tonight, either. I was on my way home, and I saw him coming. We stopped to talk, and he walked me home, and I saw him coming. We stopped to talk, and we walked me home, and nothing else happened after that."
"How old is he?"
"Hey, man, you really are curious about a guy you don't want to know anything about. What difference does It make to you how old he is? Oh, well, I guess the only way to get rid of you is to tell you: he's fifteen. Are you satisfied, now? I'm going to take a bath and I don't want you to keep on bothering me, so get lost."
"Can I watch?" Micheal asked with a hoarse laugh.
Irene was accustomed to Micheal's warped sense of humor, knowing that even if she said yes, he probably would be too chicken to come into the bathroom with her.
"No, and drop dead, while you're at it."
"I don't see why you won't let me watch you take a bath, seeing I am your brother and everything like that."
"What would mom and dad think if they knew you were watching me take a bath? They would think we were both sick in the head."
Irene almost hated her brother. She considered him the world's biggest pest. Wherever she went, whatever she did he wanted to know all the details. Ever since she was twelve years old Michael had been bothering her. He almost acted like an over-protective parent-something which Irene despised with a passion.
"I don't care what they might think. Besides, how would they ever find out? Unless you told them, they would never know. I wouldn't tell them."
"I really don't care if you would tell them or not. I'm still not gonna let you watch me take a bath!" Irene was firm with the final statement, and Michael knew that he had lost again.
The brown-haired, tall, lean, muscular youth, left his sister's room feeling slightly depressed. He quickly went to his room, locked the door and stripped off all his clothing for his nightly session of autoeroticism.
Irene, meanwhile, had gathered her clothing and headed for the bathroom. Her major intention in taking this bath was to cleanse her body of Jimmy's, by now, dried semen. She felt it sticking to her body and clothes, and she thought it was one of the most comfortable feelings she had ever experienced.
Sitting on the edge of the tub, she ran the water until she found a comfortable temperature. As she sat, she thought: what she had done with Mm my-was it right?
As the water filled the tub she pondered the morality of the question, trying to decide if it was wrong or if she should continue doing whatever feels good.
Irene pulled oil her clothing, accompanied by sounds of tearing paper as she pulled the cloth from her belly. She remembered how warm it felt as it spurted all over her, and how warm she felt for a long time alter Jimmy had withdrawn his finger.
It was new and exciting. Something she had never even come close to experiencing. The only other way she was sexually relieved was with her own hands. Other than that, there was nothing.
That night was the first night she had ever been kissed by a boy, the first time a boy ever caressed her breasts, her vagina and finally ended by inserting his finger into the hole. It was also the first time she had ever touched a male organ before.
Climbing into the tub, she heard a knock on the door. "Who is it?" she demanded angrily, refusing to step out of the tub to see who was at the door.
"It's me," Michael answered. "What the hell do you want?"
"Mom and dad went to the movies, so there's no one in the house except you and me. Can I watch you take your bath?"
"Drop dead!" Irene exclaimed, letting her body slide into the tub.
Michael left the door and returned to his room to continue his masturbation. Irene, as she washed herself, tried to come to a final conclusion about boys, intercourse, and pregnancy.
She knew there were quite a few ways to avoid pregnancy. Precautions the male and/or female can take to prevent the unwanted child from being born. But the precautions were not the things which weighed upon her mind. Should she let a boy put his organ into her? She constantly asked herself.
At some times she decided that it was permitted, and then just as quickly she would determinedly declare she would never let a boy touch her again.
Finally, Irene realized that she would never come to a conclusion by herself and that she needed some kind of professionla help to give her an answer.
Her parents, she concluded, could never give her a totally objective answer. They would always take into account the fact that she was their daughter, and no parent would allow their child to engage in pre-marital intercourse. Her brother couldn't give her an answer. As far as Irene was concerned, Michael was inclined to be the first to fuck her if she ever asked the question.
Jimmy, she also knew, couldn't help. He might be the type who would say yes solely for the sake of satisfying his sexual needs. Irene finally concluded she had to go to some other adult. Someone she doesn't know, and who really doesn't care what she decides to do. He would be able to tell her straight whether it was right or not, and nothing else.
Happily, she dried herself. She finally came to a definite conclusion about intercourse. She was of the opinion that it was permissible-now she only had to find some adult who would either agree or disagree with her. Whatever he told her, he would have to prove with conclusive evidence, and not just opinion.
Dressing in her sleeping gown, she opened the door and walked the few steps to her room, making sure to lock the door, just in case her brother was still curious. Irene didn't care if Michael saw her in her sleeping gown, but she knew he would get that funny look in his eyes, that usually frightened the hell out of her.
Irene lay in bed thinking of possible adult males who could help her without trying to take advantage of her. She could think of no one she knew, and decided to let the problem go until the next day.
As she slept she dreamt of Jimmy's erect organ in her hand, and Jimmy's finger masturbating her. When she woke the next morning she found that she was dreaming quite heavily, because her vagina was wet. Instinctively, she massaged the sensitive area until the feelings of Jimmy's finger passed away.
As Irene went from class to class she tried to figure out who she could go to. All her teachers knew her well enough to tell her parents about what she was thinking. Irene knew, however, that her best bet would be a teacher from the school. There were enough teachers in the school to give her a pretty good choice of people.
At the end of the day, Irene waited outside the teacher's office. As they passed, she nodded to the ones she knew, and discarded most of the others. She found just two teachers who looked as if they might do.
One was a history teacher, she knew, but that was all she knew about him. He looked to the young girl to be close to middle age, but he was one of the few teachers who kept their hair a little longer than the national average. The other teacher was young, too young she considered, but he looked better than her other choice.
He was just out of college, which was obvious, she knew he had been teaching for just that year. She estimated his age to be under twenty-five.
That evening, as she ate dinner she played with the fork trying to decide which teacher to choose. The older teacher was on the left, and the young teacher was on the right Every few seconds she would let the fork move from side to side as she changed her mind.
She leaned more towards the new teacher because of his age. Irene felt that if anyone should know what's going on now, it would be he. The history teacher would be good, too, she decided, because of his maturity, but she was afraid he might be a bit behind with what the youth were thinking.
Finally, with a sharp stab of the fork into the tablecloth, she decided it was to be the new teacher. Now, she thought, all she had to do was find out his name, make an appointment, and he would settle all her problems.
Never did she think that he might Income a major problem.
CHAPTER FOUR
All the next day Irene spent trying to gather informating about the new teacher. She waited outside his classroom, that morning, and grabbed all the people she knew as they walked out.
Irene discovered that he was just twenty-two years old, that lie graduated from the State Teacher's College, he liked sports, cars, horses, sailboats, Europe, fried bananas, chocolate pudding, mod clothes-when he wasn't teaching-and long hair on anybody.
Irene felt, after gathering her biography on the man that he would definitely be the man who could help her.
After classes she went to the Dean's office to set up an appointment with Mr. Allen.
"For what reason?" the matronly Dean of Girls asked.
"It's a personal problem, and I think Mr. Allen can help me with it."
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather speak to a woman teacher? I think it's better for a girl to go to a woman with her problems and for a boy to go to a man with his problem."
"No, I don't think so. I think Mr. Allen can help me out."
"Alright," the Dean said with a shrug of her shoulders, "If you insist."
"Thank you."
The woman pulled out a thin book containing names and the hours the people owning the names had free for speaking with students.
"When are your study halls?"
"I only have one: at one o'clock."
"Ummm," she muttered as she bit her lower lip, "Mr. Allen is in class at that time. I guess you'll have to come and see him in the afternoon, alter your last class. What time do you get out?"
"Three o'clock."
"Yes, his last class is at two, so he gets out at three. I suppose you can see him tomorrow afternoon, if you wish. Shall I make the appointment?"
Irene nodded and smiled as the Dean filled out a line on the page. "What's your name?"
"Irene Whittier."
"Fine. He'll be waiting for you tomorrow afternoon at three o'clock."
"Thank you. Bye-bye."
"Goodbye, my dear."
Irene left the Dean's office feeling jubilant. Now, she hoped, she would get an answer to her problem. She was so happy, she made a point of going by Jimmy's house to see if he was around.
As she approached the house she saw the young man pulling out a garbage pail.
"Hello, Irene," Jimmy muttered. He was surprised to see her. He hadn't seen her since that late afternoon, two days ago, and her presence made him feel uncomfortable.
"Hi, Jimmy," she exclaimed happily. "What are you doin' now?"
"Nothin' much, really. How come you wanna know."
"I was just thinkin' maybe you can show me some of your model planes again."
Jimmy's eyes opened wide, and his face was covered with an almost daemonic grin. He was surprised and pleased and immediately agreed to 'show her his model planes'.
"Can we get into the cellar without no one seein' us?" Irene asked.
"I think so. There's no one home except my older brother and he's a sophomore in college. My parents are working, and they won't be home until five or so."
"Where's your brother?" Irene asked cautiously. She had no intention of having anyone barging in on her and Jimmy.
"He was up in his room the last time I saw him. You know what we do? You wait out here until I go into the house and find out exactly where he is. I'll be down in a couple of minutes."
Irene agreed to wait until Jimmy returned with the news of his brother's location. A few moments later the young man bounded from his front door and nodded towards the back of the house.
"He's in his room doin' some homework. He won't bother us. I told him I was goin' out and I wouldn't be back until dinnertime."
The young girl followed at almost the same speed Jimmy was leading. He was obviously excited about the prospects of having some more fun with the girl, and couldn't wait to get to his work room.
It was still early, and Jimmy knew that he would have at least an hour or more to play with Irene.
"Are you sure no one will bother us here?"
"I'm sure."
Irene shrugged her shoulders and accepted his word. She followed him down the steps and into the nearly dark cellar. The sun was able to penetrate only about halfway into the room, leaving most of the room, including the workbench, covered with dark solid shadows. The workbench was situated near the oil burner, providing the surrounding area with a little bit of heat, and light. Holding Irene's hand as he walked, Jimmy led her to the corner and turned on the light.
"Well, uh...." he stuttered, "here we are."
"Yeah," she laughed, "I guess we are. Do you, uh ... want to, uh ... turn out the lights?"
Jimmy shrugged his shoulders. He wanted to see the young blond's vagina, and he wanted to watch as she masturbated him, but he knew he would be too embarrassed to do so. With a second shrug of his shoulders he turned out the light.
Now that they were in darkness, he realized the difference between the first time he played with Irene and how it was at the moment.
The first time everything was by impulse. He didn't have to plan anything, nor did he know what would happen. Everything just seemed to happen at the right time. He recalled that she became more interested when he kissed her and decided to try that approach again.
Taking her by the shoulders he pulled to him and pressed her lithe body firmly against his own. As soon as they touched, Jimmy felt the first tinge of excitement coursing through his body, concentrating on his groin area.
He licked his lips, and Irene sensed Jimmy was getting ready. She tilted her head and moved it closer to his. She could feel his breath on her neck and she knew she was only a few Inches from his mouth.
The two youngsters exchanged kisses for only a few moments: Jimmy wanted more than just a simple kiss. After being excited to his utmost just a few days before, a kiss meant nothing to him.
He pulled away from her and stepped back a few feet. Irene questioned him and enquired about the strange noises he was making.
"I'm taking off my clothes," he said, his voice creaking several times. His throat was dry and he gulped a few times to moisten it.
"Why are you taking off your clothes? And what are you taking off?"
"I'm taking everything off because we're gonna have a good time, and it's hard when you have on clothes."
"You're crazy," Irene exclaimed, but not making any move to leave.
"Why am I crazy?"
"What if someone comes down here? That switch is right next to the door. All they have to do is flick it, and then we'll be in real trouble."
"All I have to do is take out the stupid lightbulb. Stop worrying so much."
Silently, Jimmy reached up and unscrewed the cold bulb.
"There," he exclaimed, "now no one will open up any light on us."
"I still don't think it's very safe for you to be taking off all your clothes. I mean, what if someone comes down here or something. If they find it dark they might light a match and when they do what are you gonna tell them when they see us without any clothes?"
"I don't know what I'm gonna tell them, and I don't really give a damn. No one will find us down here, so stop complaining and take off your clothes."
"I'm not taking anything off," she exclaimed in surprise.
"Why not?" he demanded.
"I have never taken my clothes off in front of any before and I...."
"What," Jimmy interrupted, "do you call what you did three days ago?"
"That was something else," she muttered meekly.
"How was that different? You dropped your pants and things, and you'll be doing the same thing now."
"And," she suddenly recalled, "what do you intend to do once I have my clothes off that you can't do while I have my clothes on?"
"Nothing different than what we" he replied, emphasizing the 'we', "did the other day. I'm not gonna force you Into doing anything you don't want to do. Besides, I didn't force you to come down here today, did I?"
Jimmy was dropping implications all over the place, and Irene was picking them up as quickly as he was stating them. The young girl was getting angry and thought she didn't want to do anything with the young boy, but she had very little time to make any decisions whether to stay or act mature and run out: Jimmy shuffled his stockinged feet across the floor and pressed up against Irene with the tip of his erect organ.
She knew what was pressing against her thigh, and the thought, the vision, excited her. Without thinking, she let her hand drop, unfolding it from the cross it made across her breast, and let it touch the organ.
As soon as Jimmy sensed the small, feminine hand touching the cock, he jumped and immediately shoved his hand between Irene's clasped thighs.
"Open up," he said. For some reason which neither of them could explain, they began whispering to each other, as if they were trying to hide from someone, while only a few moments ago they were almost yelling at each other.
Irene complied with his demand and spread her thighs, permitting Jimmy's firm, youthful hand to enter. He rubbed the area of her vagina through the cloth, hoping to excite her so she would be willing to take off her clothes.
Jimmy began to move around, while his organ still was being masturbated by Irene, and positioned himself directly in front of her.
"Where are you going?" Irene whispered.
"No place. I just wanted to stand in front of you."
Suddenly, Irene felt a hand, other than the one rubbing her vagina, grasp the top of her school dress and attempt to pull it down.
"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded.
"I want to take this stupid dress off. How the hell do you get this thing oil?" , The young girl sighed and realized that Jimmy would never be able to satisfy her as long as she was fully clothed. The sensations she was receiving were weak compared to the way, she knew, they should feel.
"I'll take the dress off," she surrendered, "but, I'm not taking the rest of my things off."
Jimmy removed his hands and felt the grasp of Irene's hand tighten just before she released it. Almost silently, Jimmy heard the muffled sounds of clothing being removed. He concentrated on listening to the sounds of more than one piece of clothing come off, but he heard only the dress being pulled down, off her feet, and then deposited onto the top of the bench.
"What did you take off?" he asked.
"Just my dress," she replied.
"Nothing else?"
"What else you want me to take off?"
"What about the underwear," he stuttered. He was sexually stimulated, but his bravery was still a million miles away. If she were to disagree or forcefully argue with any of his requests he was willing to back down.
Irene, however, wasn't planning to argue forcefully about anything. As long as it didn't make her pregnant, she was willing to do whatever he wanted.
Jimmy reached out and tried to find the area of her hips. He touched the body and felt the thin, filmy material still surrounding her. Slipping his fingers between the elastic band and her soft, warm skin, he tugged on the cloth until they were a few inches below her hips. With the assistance of his other hand, he pulled the pants down around her knees. Bending his body he managed to pull the cloth to her feet.
"Step out of them," he requested.
Lifting one foot at a time she let Jimmy pull the pants over the shoes and onto the floor.
"Take off your shoes," he told her, kicking her feet with his unprotected feet.
Bending again, she pulled off the tight shoes, sighing with the relief of freedom.
"Fin not taking off my socks," she told him, "the floor is too cold."
"What about, this?" he asked, cupping one of her breasts in his hand.
"What?" she asked, thinking he was referring to her breast.
"Aren't you gonna take all this other stuff off," he asked, Ignoring her previous refusals.
"It's too cold down here," she said.
"Are you kidding? We're only a few feet from the boiler. If anything, it's too hot down here. Besides," he added, "I can't even see you, so there's nothing to worry about."
"I'm not worried about you seeing, it's just that I've never had all my clothes off like this in front of a guy."
"But you can't see me, so just make believe that I'm not here."
Irene wanted to take everything off, but her conscience was bothering her. Suddenly, she came to the conclusion that it was her parents' conscience that was bothering her and not her own. She hadn't decided yet whether it was right or wrong to be here at all-she was going to wait until the next day when she saw Mr. Allen.
"Well?" Jimmy demanded, when he didn't hear any sounds except her breathing.
Without answering, she began to unbutton her blouse.
"The blouse is off," she declared.
Jimmy reached out and felt the bare belly, then moving upward until he felt the soft thin cloth of her bra and then her bare shoulders.
He moved a few inches closer and reached behind her. Finding the thin straps of the bra, he unclasped the hook, and, ceremoniously, held the straps out while he moved away, taking the bra with him.
Irene sucked in a deep breath, knowing she was now naked in front of a boy. Nudity, when she was alone, didn't bother her. She enjoyed looking at her body in a mirror. But this was something a little bit different.
She felt the fingers of her hands grow colder as she became more and more nervous. Fear that Jimmy would attempt to insert his organ into her vagina forced a good deal of the excitement that she should have felt simply pass away. She was waiting, expecting, him to force her down onto the cold, concrete floor, and rape her.
Jimmy, however, had no intentions of raping her. If she didn't want to have intercourse, he wouldn't try to force her in any way. He knew there were many ways, other than actual penetration, for him to orgasm.
Tentatively, Irene reached out and tried to find the erect organ. She did not want to touch any other part of his body, but found it impossible to find the organ. Finally, she realized it was gone, and knew she would have to touch his body in some place so she would get a bearing.
She reached out and pressed an opened palm against the side of his leg. Her hand caressed the hairless leg as it moved up and finally found the crevice.
"What's this?" she asked, realizing she was touching the small sac between his legs.
"My balls," he whispered, with a laugh.
"Can I play with them?"
"Shit, yeah," he declared excitedly.
With an opened hand, she moved under the sac, feeling the two small, round objects hidden within.
Jimmy's breath came harder: her fingers were tickling him and exciting the flaccid organ which hung a few millimeters above her hand.
Her wrist was bent so that it was almost parallel to his stomach. She felt something touch the wrist, throb, withdraw, then touch the wrist again.
Realizing that it was his organ, which was finally coming back to life, she ignored the sac and returned to the pulsating prick.
The stiff cock throbbed as her soft fingers encircled it.
"Do something," Jimmy muttered excitedly. He couldn't wait any longer and had to ejaculate.
"Do something to me, then," she demanded.
As soon as she spoke Jimmy had one hand on a breast, while the other was hidden between the legs. After a few moments of rubbing the labia while Irene jerked on the cock, Jimmy inserted a finger into the tight young hole.
Irene sighed and began moving the foreskin violently over the head.
Jimmy had heard so much about how people can make love to each other, that he knew he would have to discover all these strange things for himself.
Meanwhile, however, the excitement was building up inside the two youngsters. As Jimmy penetrated further into the cunt, she pulled harder on the cock.
As her orgasm approached, she grabbed his balls with an excited hand, and began kneading them while the other hand manipulated the cock.
Swaying her hips with the movements of his fingers, she released everything she was holding and grabbed Jimmy by the wrist.
"What's the matter?" he asked, worried that he may be hurting her.
"Um ... Oh...." she groaned, as she pulled on the wrist, trying to force the finger in, until it was touching the uterus.
Jimmy sensed the cunt milking the hand as Irene tried to sit on his hand. He knew she wanted it to be more forceful now, and he readily complied.
With a thrusting motion, he forced the finger in as far as it would go. Jimmy was feeling the excitement caused by giving Irene her orgasm, and his penis throbbed in rhythm with his finger.
Frustrated, Jimmy removed his finger and pressed his body close to the young girl's, attempting to insert his penis. In less than a second, he was holding his stiff cock, trying to direct it to the hole.
"Hey!" Irene exclaimed, "What the fuck are you trying to do?"
"Fuck you," he muttered under laboring breath. She wanted it, desperately, but the fear or pregnancy was too great to allow herself the pleasure. "Oh no you don't," she declared. "C'mon, Irene," he begged.
"No," she stated firmly. As an added incentive to Jimmy, Irene grabbed the loosely hanging sac and was ready to pull it oft if he didn't move his cock away from her opening.
"What are you doing?" Jimmy nearly screamed, sensing the fingers slowly closing around the sac, until they were on the verge of pain.
"Are you gonna move away?"
Reluctantly, he pulled back. "Well, let go o' my fuckin' balls, will ya'?"
Irene released the sac and heard the sounds of Jimmy's feet moving across the floor. She heard the sounds of a piece of cloth being moved and assumed Jimmy was getting dressed.
"Are you getting dressed?"
"Yeah," he snarled angrily.
"Why?"
"Whaddaya mean 'why'?"
"Aren't we gonna play a little bit more?"
"You mean you're not goin' home?"
"I'm angry and everything, and I guess I don't trust you that much anymore, but I want you to finish and I want to finish you."
Jimmy dropped his shirt onto the bench and returned to where Irene was standing. His penis was flaccid again, but as soon as her fingers touched it, it sprang to life once more, ready to release its load.
His opened palm caressed the groin as a thin finger was slowly inserted into the vagina. Irene took the organ into her hand and began to slowly massage it.
Within moments both children were sighing heavily with passion. Irene felt the organ throb again and again, making her realize that Jimmy was almost due.
"Don't ... shoot ... it ... all ... over ... me," she muttered, in time to the strokes of Jimmy's finger.
As the scum collected at the base of the organ, pleading for release, Jimmy's finger moved faster and deeper inside the vagina.
"Oh ... shit," he muttered, "I'm almost ready to come."
"Well ... catch ... it ... or do ... something ... I ... don't ... want ... it all ... over ... me."
Jimmy, however, didn't care what she wanted. A fraction of a second before he ejaculated, he grabbed Irene around the back and pressed her body close against his. The stiff cock was caught between the two abdomens, and with one final throb the scum came shooting out.
The milky fluid shot between the two layers of skin, forming a sort of cup between the two. Standing there, with his rapidly wilting organ withdrawing into his body, he sighed heavily, trying to regain his strength.
Irene, meanwhile was struggling to free herself, but to no avail. Jimmy was too strong for her, and in the heat of passion, his strength increased.
"What the fuck," she whispered frantically, "get the hell away, you bastard."
Either Jimmy was deaf or he was ignoring her demand. After the organ was a third of its original size he pulled his body back, allowing the freed liquid to slowly drip down his body and onto his pubic hairs.
As soon as the boy moved away, Irene passed her hand over herself, scraping the sticky fluid into her hand.
"Here," she declared, wiping the scum onto Jimmy's face. "This is yours."
"Cut it out," Jimmy demanded, "feeling the cooled liquid disturbing his hot face.
"It's yours, and I don't want this shit. I can't trust you at all, can I?"
"What's the matter now?"
"I told you I didn't want that stuff all over me, and instead you don't even listen."
"It didn't hurt, did it?"
"It doesn't hurt, but it's too messy, and I don't like the way it feels all over me."
Jimmy, while they spoke was attempting to wipe his own semen from his face, and inadvertently let a finger, coated with the liquid, slip across his slightly parted lips, and into his mouth.
Instinctively, he licked at the foreign object with his tongue, and felt as if he was going to throw up. He tasted it, and found that it was almost tasteless, slightly salty, but nothing very horrid.
"Do you want me to finish you?" Jimmy inquired.
"Go fuck yourself! I wouldn't trust you to do anything for me."
Jimmy, now, was becoming angered by her rudeness, realizing that although she argued, she didn't attempt to put on her clothes. He, therefore, wanted to get back.
Reaching over his head he found the light bulb, and slowly, silently, began to screw it back into the socket.
The lights flashed on for only a second. Jimmy had seen what he wanted to see, and unscrewed the light again.
"What the fuck!" Irene exclaimed, almost in a normal voice, "What were you trying to do?"
"I wanted to see what you looked like."
"I told you that I didn't want you to sec me."
"You got a real nice body, Irene," Jimmy stated, ignoring her remark.
"Didn't you hear me?"
"I heard you, but I still wanted to see you. Didn't you want to see me?"
"Why should I want to see you?"
"Aren't you curious about what a man looks like?"
"A man," she snarled, putting emphasis on the 'man,' "has at least a certain amount of respect for a girl. You don't have any respect for anybody. You're nothing but a pig. A big, stupid pig."
Jimmy knew that it was useless to argue with her; she had no intention of changing her mind.
"I'm going home," she declared abruptly.
"Are you sure," he began as he thrust a finger between her legs, trying to find the tiny opening, "you don't want me to finish you off?"
"I'm positive. Where are my clothes?"
"Come on," he begged, forcing his whole hand between the thighs and over the cunt, "I swear I won't try anything with you. Besides, I can't do anything for at least another hour."
The feeling of the hand, trying to find the hole, excited her, and she slowly relented. Relaxing the tension in her thighs, she allowed Jimmy to find the soft, tender lips of her labia, and finally insert the finger into the opening.
With slow, rhythmic strokes, he forced her to orgasm within a few minutes. As he finger-fucked her, Irene was playing with the soft sac. She took hold of the penis a few times, but found it impossible to raise it.
After she had her orgasm, Jimmy asked Irene to go steady with him.
She accepted.
CHAPTER FIVE
"What kept you?" Mrs. Whittier asked, when she saw her daughter enter the house a little before five.
"I went over to one of my girlfriend's house."
"Well," she said with a shrug of her shoulders, "go get changed and come set the table."
Irene went up to her bedroom, grabbed a change of clothing and then ran for the bathroom. Stripping herself, she realized that she actually did have a very nice body, wondering what it would be like to let Jimmy see her without any clothes. Also, she was just as curious as Jimmy about the appearance of the opposite sex.
Washing her belly of the dried semen, she thought what it would be like to actually have the stiff cock inside her cunt.
Shaking her head, as if she were trying to jar the thought from her mind, she told herself that she wouldn't even thing of it until she had spoken to the teacher about her problem.
Pulling on her dungarees, she pulled them high around her waist, letting the rough cloth rub her sensitive vagina.
Tomorrow, she told herself, I'll find out exactly what I can do or cannot do.
During every class, her thoughts wandered to the previous day as well as to the way she would approach the teacher. He would be shocked if she just walked up to him and asked, 'Can I let somebody fuck me or can't I?"
She knew it would have to be done gradually, so that one could put a little faith and trust in the other.
Finally, when the bell rang, ending her last class for the day, she knew she was only a few minutes away from what she thought would be the truth. Irene put a lot of trust in the recent college graduate and she hoped he wouldn't be dishonest with her as most males, as she was told, are.
A few moments later she was knocking on the teachers' room. A woman teacher, in her late twenties or early thirties opened the door and asked, with a fake smile on her face, what she wanted.
"Is Mr. Allen here?" Irene asked nervously, thinking that perhaps all this wasn't quite a great idea.
"No," she told Irene, "but he'd right behind you," she added with a laugh.
Irene turned around with a startled look on her face. "Oh!" she exclaimed, now that she was actually face to face with the man.
"You wanted to see me? Are you Irene Whittier?"
Irene nodded, all the while staring into his eyes.
"What did you want to see me about?"
Irene didn't answer. "God! He's big," she thought. "He must be at least six-two and a hundred and eighty pounds. He looks strong, too. And he's really good lookin', too."
"Well?" Mr. Allen asked, interrupting her thoughts.
"What? Oh! I wanted to talk with you, but in private," Irene said, saying the last word very slowly for the benefit of the latly teacher who was still standing in the doorway.
The woman turned and left, leaving the door open.
"What did you want to talk to me about?"
"I can't tell you here. Is there someplace where we can go so nobody'll hear?"
"There's a conference room down the hall. I guess we can go there." It was obvious that Mr. Allen didn't cherish the thought of having to spend any more time than was legally required with a student.
Reaching into the room, Mr. Allen pulled on the doorknob and closed the door. "Let's go," he muttered.
Irene followed obediently, watching as the man took one step for her two. The young girl was getting frightened of the ordeal she might have to go through. "What," she thought, "if he isn't as open minded as he appears to be?" , She was afraid that he might tell her parents, and that was the last thing she wanted. Irene felt as if she was going to confession, ready to tell the mean old priest, all the horrible things she had done.
Suddenly, the tall, muscular teacher stopped. Irene almost walked into him, stopping herself only a few inches from him.
"Go in there," he directed briskly.
Obeying, she walked into the small, carpeted room. A large table sat in the middle of the floor, with a dozen chairs packed close to each other. One wall was all window, made of fogged glass, while the three other walls were all painted a sickening green. A single picture hung from the wall opposite the window.
"Well, sit down," he instructed, noticing the girl was waiting for him to enter.
"If ... if," she stuttered, "if you don't want to talk or something, I guess I can come back tomorrow?"
"No, not tomorrow. What's the problem?" he demanded in a tone slightly above normal.
"I don't think I can talk to you today," she stuttered. The man was frightening her, and all she wanted to do was get out of that room as quickly as possible.
"What did you want to talk to me about?" he asked again, this time holding his head as he spoke.
"Do you feel okay?" she said.
"I feel fine. All I have is a little headache." He was lying. He had a phenomenal headache. Probably, he thought, one of the biggest in history.
"When," he told himself, "you go through a full fucking seven hours with all those little bastards, it's really a miracle you're not dead."
"You don't look too good," Irene noted.
"As a matter-of-fact," he told her quite agitated, "I don't feel good. I feel lousy. I have a miserable little headache, and the last thing I needed was another student to come around."
Irene stood up to leave.
"No," he begged, "wait. I'm sorry." The young man realized that lie was taking it all out on the young girl, even though she wasn't the cause of his trouble. "Can you wait here a few minutes? I want to run out and get a couple of aspirin before I the."
Irene nodded, watching as the man stood and left the room.
Mr. Allen trotted to the teacher's room and barged in. "Does anyone here have any aspirins?" he asked, not directing his question to anyone in particular.
"What's the matter?" a male teacher asked.
"I have a headache, and it's driving me out of my mind."
"I have some in my purse," a woman replied, "HI" get them for you." She stood and walked to the table, lifting her purse from it. Removing a small bottle she handed it to Mr. Allen.
"Thanks," he sighed, quite relieved. Taking out three aspirins, he returned the bottle and went to the fountain. Filling his mouth with water, he dropped the three tablets in, and swallowed.
With a great sigh, as if the headache was already gone, he walked from the room at a normal rate, and headed for the conference room.
Irene was still waiting for him, wondering what was going on. A few times she was tempted to just run out of the room and forget about the whole matter, but she was afraid she might see him in the hall. She jumped when the door opened.
"I'm okay," assured Mr. Allen, "I just had a headache, and had to get some aspirins." He was talking a bit more relaxed now, and calmly sat down across from the young girl.
"Now," he began, "you can tell me what's on your mind."
Silence. Irene had forgotten why she was there. "Well?"
Finally, she remembered. "I ... well, uh. You see...." She couldn't begin. The thoughts were in her mind, but she found it impossible to transform them into words and then let them out of her mouth.
"You're not in any of my classes, are you?" Mr. Allen asked. She shook her head.
"Then why did you want to see me? I don't know you, and I don't know what your problem is. Don't you have a counselor? She would be the one who would really be able to help you, not me."
"I have a counselor," Irene said, able to speak as long as it didn't concern sex, "but I don't think I could trust her. She's too old, and, I think, a little bit too conservative."
"Conservative about what?"
She wanted to blurt it out, but again the words would not form.
"Anyway," he continued, realizing the girl was having difficulty, "why did you pick me instead of any one of the others?"
"I saw you around school, and I liked the way you looked. You're younger than the other teachers, and I thought someone close to my own age would be able to understand my problem."
"Why didn't you pick a woman teacher?"
"I didn't like the way most of them looked. The others, I knew about. I wouldn't go to any of them."
"Okay," he declared, "so now you're here. You want me to help you with a problem, but you won't tell me what the problem is about. Is it a very delicate matter?"
She nodded.
Mr. Allen now had a vague idea what she was talking about. It had something to do, he assumed, with sex in some form. At first, egotistically he thought the girl had a crush on him, but she didn't show it in her eyes. It had to do with something else, but related to sex.
"Sex?"
Irene was startled at the word, but she managed to nod her head.
"Okay. So far we have a problem, and we know it's about sex. Does it have anything to do with boys?" Again she nodded.
His next thought was that she was pregnant, and she wanted him to find an abortionist for her.
"Are you going steady?" he asked.
Finally, Irene mustered up enough courage to speak. "Yes, sort of. Well, not really."
"Have you been having a very close relationship with this boy that you're 'sort of going steady with? I mean, have you been going out with him a long time?"
"No, it started Monday."
"What started Monday? You mean he asked you to go steady with him on Monday?"
"He asked me to go steady yesterday. On Monday was the first time we were ever together."
"I still don't understand," he said, frustrated. His headache was quickly disappearing, but her game was playing on his nerves. If he didn't get a few straight answers, and soon, he would kick her out. "Okay, let me start from the beginning."
"Finally," he muttered under his breath.
"I'm fourteen years old, and, well, I know a little bit about sex and stuff like that. I kinda fooled around a bit, nothin' much, really, but I wanted to know what was right and what was wrong."
"What was right and what was wrong about sex, you mean?"
"Yeah. My mother says that everything is either immoral or illegal. I don't believe most of the stuff my mother tells me, and neither do most of the friends I have-believe what their mothers tell diem, I mean."
Suddenly, the young man, realized what she was getting to. She wanted to know, from him, what kind of sex she could enjoy without breaking any rules. His face turned red, and he felt his throat parch.
"Are you sure you don't want to talk to a lady teacher?" he pleaded.
Irene shook her head.
Mr. Allen shrugged his shoulders, and extended his hand, signaling to Irene that she should continue.
"Anyway, I wanted to find out if I can do certain things with a boy, and if a boy can do certain things with me."
"What things are you referring to, in specific?"
"Things like ... uh ... uh ... well...." she stuttered. Mr. Allen decided to help her: "Things like kissing?" he asked.
Irene shook her head. "I know kissing is alright. If a boy kisses me it doesn't move me."
"If a boy ... uh ... touches you?" He knew he was getting into troublesome areas, but the girl seemed to want to know the answers.
"Yeah, sort of, I guess."
"Do you mean if a boy can touch your ... uh ... breasts?"
"Can he?" she whispered.
As far as he was concerned it was perfectly alright, but according to the school and the American Moral Code it wasn't. He picked a medium. "It's really up to the individuals involved. If the girl doesn't object, then it is perfectly alright, as long as it's done discreetly."
Irene lost most of what he was saying, but caught the 'all right' part.
"Some girls," he continued, "find it objectionable to have a male touch their breasts, others enjoy it."
"Well, can a guy touch a girl on the breast, without any clothes on?"
Again he was slightly shocked. Nudity was also enjoyable, as far as he knew, but he couldn't tell that to a fourteen year old ninth grader.
"Again, it's up to the individuals involved. Has a boy ever touched you on the breast, while they were exposed, that is?"
She nodded, and Mr. Allen felt a strange sensation run through his body. He imagined seeing the little girl without any clothes on, and realized that it was absurd to think about a naked fourteen year old girl. Nevertheless, Mr. Allen was becoming more and more Interested in her problem.
"When it happened to you did you feel it was wrong?"
"When he touched me I wasn't sure. I didn't think anything was wrong with it. I mean, it wasn't hurting anybody. It just made me and him feel good. That's why I'm here," she reminded, "to find out what's wrong and what's right."
"Wrong" and right are two very difficult concepts. What may seem right to us," he began, making sure she heard the 'us', "older people may find very objectionable. I feel it's up to the individual conscience; not to a book of rules made up a hundred years ago."
"I thought so, too, but I wasn't sure." she told him. Irene was getting restless waiting to get on to the most important area.
"What else is the problem?"
"Well, can a girl touch a guy?"
Mr. Allen knew there very few places that would be considered sexually stimulating to a man, the most obvious being the genital organs. Very solemnly he stood, and walked to the wall.
"On what part of the body?" he asked, noticing that his face was getting flushed again, and even more.
"Well ... uh ... you know ... I mean ... The place somebody would usually touch a guy."
"Do you mean down there?" he said, nodding his head towards his groin.
Irene's eyes followed the direction of his head and rested on his groin.
"Yeah, sort of ... I guess." Her face was turning a bright red. It was one thing to touch a boy's cock, but it would be embarrassing to tell someone about it.
"Again, it's up to the individual to decide whether it's right or wrong. Some girls I know will not touch me there, while others will do nothing else but."
His answer was startling to Irene. She had never expected him to be so blunt about it.
"Have you," he continued, "ever touched a boy's ... uh ... thing?"
Irene lifted her eyes from his groin and looked into his eyes. She whispered yes as she glanced over his shoulder and at the wall.
"Did you find it enjoyable?"
"I think so? But I was confused every time I did it that I wasn't sure."
"'Every time' she did it' he thought. Slowly, walking across the room he stood a few feet in front of the girl. His height was towering over her, and he presented a powerful figure to the little girl.
"Did you think it was wrong?"
"No, not really. But I remembered all the things people told me and...."
"Forget what people tell you. It's what you think that's important. If you want to do it, you do it. As long as you're not hurting society in any way, it doesn't matter. It's a problem for the personal conscience. That is, I don't mind when a girl touches me there," he told her, Indicating the place by resting a finger on his groin, "if she wants to. I respect her conscience. If you wanted to touch me here," again he emphasized the area by grasping the crotch of his pants with three fingers, "I wouldn't stop you."
Irene was feeling a mixture of fear and excitement.
The idea of touching him appealed to her, but she realized he was too old for her.
"I want to know if you would like to touch me, not if you would do it, but only if you would like to." Mr. Allen was having a bit of difficulty in keeping the erection from springing up. He was tempted to let his hand leave the area and just let the cock swell in his pants, leaving it outlined against the cloth.
"I ... uh ... guess I would like to, but I don't think I would do it."
"Why wouldn't you do it?"
"I don't know why, really. I guess it's because you're a teacher and I'm only a kid, I guess."
"Stop guessing, and tell me. Would you like to see it? Not that I would show it to you, but would you like to see it?"
"I suppose I would like to see it." Irene suddenly realized she was moving further and further away from her real reason for being there. However, she was becoming more and more excited by this conversation.
Bravely, she declared, "would you really show it to me?"
Mr. Allen was slightly startled. If he showed his organ to the girl, now that it was in a semi-flaccid state, it would quickly become erect, and he didn't know how he would explain that to the girl.
"Have you ever seen a man's penis before?"
"Sort of, just for a second, though."
"How old was the boy?"
"Fifteen," she declared.
"Fifteen," he thought, even if she had seen it when it was erect, it wouldn't even come close to this one I've got here.
"Have you ever seen an erect penis?"
"I haven't seen it erect, but I've touched it."
"Through the cloth, or without any clothes on?"
"Both," she declared, proudly, hoping the young teacher would think of her as a young, but mature girl, who really knows what's going on.
"Well, the erect penis of a fifteen year old boy is quite different, in size, that is, from the adult male. I mean, his may have been only an inch shorter than mine, but much thinner. My penis may seem huge to you. Are you still sure you would like to see it?"
Irene shrugged her shoulders. She was curious, but she didn't want to force the man into doing anything he didn't want to do.
"If you want to do it, I don't mind."
Mr. Allen, firm in purpose, turned from the girl and walked to the door. Opening it, he glanced through the crack and assured himself there was no one nearby. After closing the door, he locked it, and checked it.
As he approached Irene, his hand moved down to his groin.
"Are you really gonna show it to me?" she asked nervously.
Mr. Allen nodded, and began to slowly pull the zipper. The cock hidden within the pants was growing faster than he could pull on the zipper and by the time he had the fly opened, the organ was fully erect.
Reaching into his pants and then through the small opening in his shorts, he grabbed at the stiff rod, trying to bend it so it would come through the opening. Finally, he realized that it was too large to come through.
"I'm going to have to open my pants to take it out," he told her in warning.
Irene, meanwhile, felt flashes of excitement running through her body, concentrating around her vagina. She could feel the mass of flesh as it was outlined against the pants, and wanted to see it.
Without waiting for an answer, he pulled on the belt and then the top at the tab of the pants. His pants fell around his hips, exposing the clean white jockey shorts beneath, and also providing sharper detail to the erect organ. Grasping the top of his shorts he quickly pulled it down and around his knees.
Irene gasped at the sight of the huge male organ. It throbbed a few times, as it stood out straight, pointing directly at her face, and at the same level.
The young teacher felt the excitement growing within his groin and sensed the tiny droplet of mucus forming at the tip of the cock.
The stiff prick stared Irene in the face, with it's shiny head, and the fully distended foreskin. The head of the organ was a dark purple-red, while the length was a shade darker than the rest of his body. Following the length of the organ she saw, at its base, a mass of brown pubic hair, an enormous quantity of it, while the surrounding area of abdomen, and legs were relatively hairless, except for a down of light blond hairs.
"It's big," Irene whispered, almost to herself.
With a gulp, Mr. Allen asked if she would like to touch it.
Without answering, she lifted a hand and poked at the organ, testing to see if it was alive. At the touch of her finger, it throbbed twice, preparing for an eventual ejaculation.
"Touch it," he declared.
Finally, opening her hand, she let the stiff organ rest in her palm. A few moments later, she closed her hand around the organ and found that it was larger, much larger, than Jimmy's organ.
Mr. Allen sighed and moved closer, stopping only when the cock was just a few inches from her face.
"Can I touch you?" Mr. Allen asked.
Looking up, Irene nodded, and proceeded to open her blouse. Mr. Allen reached into the open blouse and grasped at one tiny breast. It was small, he thought, nothing to what most of his girls had, but, he thought, this was more exciting than having a woman.
With grasping fingers, he reached into the cloth of the bra and squeezed at the small mound of skin, trying to find the tiny, unripe nipple.
"Touch me, here," she muttered. Irene was still looking at the organ, but not doing anything to it.
Mr. Allen disregarded her request and continued playing with the tiny breast, meanwhile moving his body closer until his organ was almost touching her face.
Irene kept moving her face back until the length of her neck prevented anything further.
"Have you ... ever put a man's organ into your small mouth?" he stuttered, as he tried to press the organ closer to the tiny lips.
Irene shook her head. "Have you ever wanted to?"
"No.." she whispered.
"How do you know that unless you've done it before for a while and found that you didn't like it?"
Irene agreed silently, that he was right, but the thought of putting a man's organ into her mouth wasn't very appealing. Besides, she thought, it probably won't fit.
Mr. Allen knew she most likely would not attempt to fellate at this first request, and realized he would have to make the first advance.
Pulling away from her, he pulled up his shorts and pants and let them hang around his hips.
"Can I touch you there?" he asked, excitedly.
Irene nodded and spread her legs.
"Not like that," he said, grabbing her under the arms and lifting her into the air, "but like this," gently setting her down on the table.
"Now lie back," he instructed.
Irene, excited, quickly obeyed, pulling her skirt above her hips, waiting for the man to move in.
Mr. Allen lifted her ass off the table and pulled the thin nylon panties down around her knees.
Irene gasped at the expectation of feeling his finger playing with her, and could feel the orgasm approaching.
Mr. Allen, however, sat down at the end of the table and pulled the panties off her feet. He then pulled on her ankles until most of her legs were resting over his shoulders.
Irene didn't know what was going to happen, but she was so excited she reached down and began to finger the area herself.
The teacher stared at the small cunt, surrounded by only a light down of blond hair.
"You've got a very nice one," he told her, as he lifted her by the hips a few inches off the table. With her rear end elevated her pulled her ever closer, forcing her legs to spread, and letting her inner thighs caress his head.
"What are you gonna do?" she stuttered, lifting her head trying to see beyond he raised hips.
"Something that you'll find very enjoyable.
"What?"
"You'll see ... feel," he corrected himself, "in just a few moments."
The young girl waited expectantly for the man to begin. Suddenly, she felt the hot breath of the male animal against her cunt, and she knew what he was planning.
With a sigh, Mr. Allen lifted her hips a little bit more and forced the entire area onto his face. His tongue, sticking out, began lashing at the soft folds of the labia.
Irene was feeling flashes of color and lightning stream through her mind as the hot tongue whipped at the cunt, then up to the tiny vaginal opening. His hands moved around her hips, under her thighs, then into the crevice itself. The pressure of his hands on her hips told her to raise her legs and spread them ever further.
With her hips being aloft by the young teacher, she felt as the tongue washed back and forth between the vagina and the clitoris. Irene began to groan and sigh at the strange pleasurable sensations he was giving.
"Oh ... oh...." she muttered. Her legs pressed around his head like a vise, and Mr. Allen knew she was ready to have her orgasm.
Mr. Allen pulled his head from the tight enclosure and allowed Irene's knees to rest against his skull. "How ... how did you like that?" he asked excitedly, wiping the perspiration and saliva from his face.
Her cunt was still throbbing, even though he had ceased to lick her. "Oh, wow, ... it's great," she shouted. Her chest was moving up and down, very quickly, trying to force the needed oxygen into her lungs. "Are you gonna keep on doin' it?" she asked.
Mr. Allen smiled inwardly, knowing he was pulling the girl in. Without a word, slipping his hands under her ass and lifted her again until it was level with his face. With 'a sudden thrust he forced the hot, wet cunt against his face and began to lick fiercely.
The young student began to twist and turn. Her loud moans were heavy; she was trying to force them to stay in-just in case anyone was passing and heard passionate groans and decided to investigate.
The teacher's stiff cock throbbed violently with the expectation of soon having it in the girl's mouth or....
"Oh ... shit!" she exclaimed in a whisper, "I'm gonna come...."
Mr. Allen, feeling the nearness of her orgasm, moved his lips from the small vulva and went quickly to the erect clit. Licking fiercely he stopped only when Irene pressed her legs tightly around his head and thrust her hips forward, almost forcing her cunt into his mouth. His breath was temporarily cut off, while Irene twisted and turned on the conference table. Finally, with a great sigh, she relaxed her legs, allowing them to fall over his back.
Her breath came quickly. Never in her life had she experienced anything like that. The strangest sensations were passing through her, sensations she had never been able to give to herself.
Mr. Allen lifted her legs from his shoulders and gently lifted her from the table and onto her feet. "Are you okay?" he asked, noticing that her legs were still shaking.
Irene nodded, as she pulled up her nylon pants. "I'm okay, I guess, just a little excited. That was really weird."
"Did you like it?"
"Wow! Did I!"
"See," began Mr. Allen, "it's not as bad as you were thinking. Just because you've never done something before doesn't mean it's bad."
"I wasn't saying It was wrong or bad, it's just that I never did it before, that's all."
The young teacher shrugged his shoulders and let his hand move down the front of his body until it came to rest upon his erect organ.
"Do you want to try this now?" he asked, holding the stiff cock with its head pointing up at Irene's face.
Irene suddenly felt frightened. If he had asked her while he was eating her out she would have gladly obliged, she was that excited. But now most of the excitement and the passion had worn off and the thought of having a man's organ in her mouth didn't appeal to her. She could visualize the stiff dick in her cunt, but not in her mouth.
"Well?" he demanded as he waited impatiently for her to answer.
"I.. I don't know," she muttered.
Mr. Allen knew it would be definitely a mistake trying to force the girl into sucking his cock. He would have to be satisfied with something else.
"What would you like to do?"
Irene shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe I could just ... uh ... rub it for you?"
"Oh, well, if that's all you want to do now, I guess it She sighed happily, knowing she was out of danger. Sitting down, she clasped the adult male's hips and drew him towards her. The large rigid organ stared at her face. For just a moment she was tempted to taste it, but she overcame the feeling and took the iron rod-like cock into her hands. It was much larger than Jimmy's and obviously more exciting. With a slow rhythmic movement she pulled on the skin of the shaft, forcing it over the head. As the left hand pulled on the organ, her right hand reached down and clasped the large hanging sac.
Mr. Allen moaned as the small, sweaty? hand clasped around the sac and gently tugged. The organ throbbed with each thrust of her hand causing it to throb moie forcefully. The young teacher felt the scum beginning to collect at the base of the cock and knew that he would shoot within seconds.
"Hold it," he whispered, as he brushed her hand away from his cock.
"What's the matter?" she asked, still holding onto the sac.
Mr. Allen wanted to fuck her; he could never be satisfied with a simple hand job.
"You've never had a man put his thing into you, have you?"
Irene shook her head and said, "I don't know if it's right. What if I become pregnant?"
"Well," he began, in a very serious tone, "there are ways to prevent pregnancies. Prophilactics, for one. But I don't have any."
"I don't even know what they are," Irene noted. "Bags, you know."
Irene still had a quizzical look on her face.
"Scum bags," he exclaimed. "Things you put over a man's uh ... thing to catch the stuff with."
Irene watched realizing what he was referring to. She had heard about diem from friends, but had never seen one.
"Or," he continued, "a man can put it in and then take it out just before he shoots. That way the girl can't become pregnant. Would you like to try it?" he asked, gently lifting her from the chair and setting her on the edge of the table.
"What are the chances of becoming pregnant? If you don't pull out, I mean?"
"Very slim-maybe one in a thousand, if that."
The odds were heavily in her favor, but she was still slightly reluctant. "I ... I ... uh ... don't know how to do it," she told him.
"It's really very simple. All you have to do is let me stick it into you and I'll do all the work."
"Are you sure I won't become pregnant?"
Mr. Allen nodded, taking his still prick, which had been swaying proudly in front of her face, into his hand and squeezed the tube on the underside, forcing a small droplet of mucus to appear in the eye.
Irene noticed the shiny fluid. "What's that?" she asked. And she touched it with her finger.
"It's just a lubricant to make the cock move easily within you. You have the same kind of stuff coming out of your vagina."
She thought for a few seconds, trying to decide whether it was sale to let her body be subjected to genital intercourse. Her body, however, was forcing her to make an affirmative decision. The excitement was building up within her groin, and she would feel her whole body tremble with the expectation of receiving his cock.
"Well? Do you want to try it? I swear that if it starts to hurt you, even a little bit, I'll pull it out."
Irene sighed and pulled her dress over her hips.
"Okay?"
She nodded.
Mr. Allen smiled and immediately began to think of different positions which he could use. Irene, meanwhile, was pulling her pants down around her knees.
"You'll have to take them off," Mr. Allen commented.
"Why?"
"Because I'll have to get between your legs, and you won't be able to open your legs wide enough if you still have the pants around your legs."
Irene complied quickly pulling the pants off her feet, and letting the sheer cloth drop to the chair. "Now what do we do?"
"You just lie back and open your legs as wide as you can."
"Are you sure," Irene asked, watching as the male teacher climbed onto the table and knelt between her legs, "this is all right?"
"Like I already told you, if you don't think it's wrong and it's not hurting anybody else, then it's alright. I don't think there's anything wrong with what we're doing. I think we should do it."
Irene shrugged her shoulders and watched as the six foot man slowly lowered his body atop hers. Resting on his knees, allowing the stiff organ to sway back and forth between the outstretched legs, trying to find the opening. For many seconds, the head of the cock poked between her legs, but could not find the hole. Frustrated, Mr. Allen lifted his body back into the kneeling position and guided the organ to the hole with his hand. Pressing just the tip of the cock into the hole, he leaned forward again, almost touching Irene's face with his chest.
With slight gentle thrusts, he lowered his hips, until he felt the organ encompassed by the sweet tube. Irene groaned softly as the virgin skin was being stretched by the six and a half inch cock. "Does it hurt"
The young girl nodded, very slowly, as she bit her lower lip. It was exciting, but also painful. "I ... guess ... I'll ... be ... alright," she moaned.
Mr. Allen lifted his hips again and slowly allowed them to fall, pushing the cock in a bit further. The young teacher was going wild with passion. He had fucked before, but never with anyone so young and tender. The cock slid in and out, drawing her juices out with it.
Finally, the teacher felt the scum beginning to collect at the base of his cock and knew that it would only be a few moments. Instinctively, his hips moved faster, causing greater tension on the young cunt.
Irene, letting the passion overcome the pain, moved with the sudden, forceful thrusts of the male. Her own small, white hips moved upwards to meet the downward thrust of the teacher.
Her back and neck were hurting her because of the uncomfortable position in which she lay.
Without thinking, she wrapped her legs around his waist-at least she tried; he was too large to allow her legs to go around completely, so she was forced to simply lay there with her knees bent, and the legs outstretched as far as possible.
Perspiration dripped from Mr. Allen's forehead and each thrust was more forceful than the one preceding. With a final burst of energy, disregarding the virginity of the young girl, he pounded his hips into Irene's, roam-his cock in as far as the vagina would allow. For many moments he lay there, letting the great streams of hot milky sperm shoot from the cock and enter her belly.
Relieved, he could still feel the organ throbbing within the confines of the cunt. He still, however had to satisfy Irene.
Painfully, he lifted his hips and began to slowly continue the in and out movements. Within moments, Irene felt a growing sensation in her groin and knew that she too would soon orgasm. The thought of having the males sperm within her excited her. It was new and unusual, even though she never actually felt it going in.
Irene wrapped her legs around his waist once more, and forced them to remain in that position, as she tried to force the cock even deeper into her.
"Oh ... oh, shit," she moaned, twisting her head from side to side.
Mr. Allen knew what she was experiencing, and moved faster. His cock was hurting him from the constant irritation it was receiving from the insides of her vagina, but he continued.
Suddenly, the little girl went wild. She twisted her body from side to side, but found it impossible to move with the weight of the young man atop her. Her hips jerked spasmodically. She tried to extend the pleasurable sensations for as long as possible.
For many moments she twisted and turned until, finally, with a great sigh, she allowed her legs to slowly fall from Mr. Allen's back and hit the table with a thud. She lay there for many minutes, breathing heavily, trying to force the needed oxygen into her lungs.
Mr. Allen meanwhile, had pulled himself from her and wiped his semi-flaccid cock with his handkerchief. "Statutory rape," he thought to himself.
Irene totally exhausted, grabbed her dress and pulled it over her legs. "God!" she exclaimed. "What's the matter?" Mr. Allen asked.
"That was really weird...."
"But did you enjoy it?" he asked, quite solemnly.
Irene shrugged her shoulders, as she sat on the edge of the conference table, "Will you hand me my pants?"
Mr. Allen bent down and retrieved the thin cloth, handed it to Irene. With rapid movements, she pulled the pants back onto her hips.
The large clock hanging from the wall said four-ten It had been less than hour, yet in that hour she had cunnilingus performed on her, and was totally de-virginized.
"Are you feeling okay?" Mr. Allen asked, noticing the way Irene tottered around the room. "I think I'm okay."
"Well, did you enjoy that?" Without waiting for an answer, he went into the next question. "Do you feel any remorse, or pangs of conscience about what just happened?"
"I don't think I feel anything-except tired. All I want to do is go home and sleep for a while. I guess you've answered my questions."
"Personally, I think I've answered them quite well. As you can see, nothing has happened to you because of what you did. I doubt if you'll rot away because of it. I would say the thing for you is to keep on doing it."
It was the weirdest advise Irene had ever received, but it was the type of advise she liked to receive. Now, she knew, she would go and fuck with anybody she wanted to without feeling guilty about it.
Irene wanted to leave now, that her instruction period was over. "Thank you, Mr. Allen," she murmured, almost in a whisper.
"Hey, wait a minute. You don't really think I'm gonna let you leave after all that? I mean, I don't want you to just disappear and never see me again."
"You want to see me again?"
"Of course, I do. And the next time, I'll bring the bags with me-just in case."
She knew what the 'just in case' referred to, but wasn't too hot on the idea of letting him fuck her again. Once, to teach her, but not again. Irene had thoughts of a hundred different boys shoving their stiff cocks into yer cunt-especially Jimmy.
"Well, I'll have to see, Mr. Allen. I can't give you an answer now."
"Okay, tell me sometime next week."
"Good-bye," she nodded, unlocking the door.
"Good-bye," he returned, "and you can call me Carl whenever we're together."
"Okay, Carl."
CHAPTER SIX
Irene walked from the school, not knowing exactly how she should think. She had just gone through an experience which, to some girls her age, might have been traumatic, but not to Irene. She was confused, but felt little remorse over the incident. If anything, her feelings were mixed with happiness, and the realization that she was finally a woman: capable of satisfying a man.
Mr. Allen's invitation to return some other afternoon Interested her. The thought that a twenty-two year old teacher could really enjoy her sex seemed to prey on her mine. If she thought she was capable, she would immediately throw herself at him and become his mistress. Irene, however, didn't really think someone eight years older than herself could really be interested in a child!
Her immediate thoughts and concern were Jimmy. He was her only male around her age that showed any real interest in her. Besides, she thought, he was also the first male she had ever played with-sexually, that is.
Irene thought it imperative that she maintain Jimmy's interest in her, and decided she was willing to use any means of keeping him interested.
Exhausted, she thought it would be nice to pay Jimmy a surprise visit. Turning left at the next corner, she headed towards his house. She walked the four blocks to his house in only a few minutes.
When she reached the house, she knocked on the door, and waited a few moments. Jimmy's older brother then came to the door.
"Yeah?" he said, glancing up and down at the small young girl.
"Is Jimmy here?" Irene asked, moving closer to him in the doorway, trying to protect herself from the cold.
The young man, only seventeen years old, thought she was flirting with him and immediately eyes glistened with excitement.
"Who is it?" he asked, moving his body a little closer to her.
"I'm Irene. Can you call Jimmy to come down? I want to talk to him."
Carl, ignoring her request, asked her age, her school and a few other minor questions. Irene answered them all, quite dutifully.
After each answer she pursed her lips, trying to make him notice that she wasn't interested in his questions, but that she wanted to speak to Jimmy. Finally, Carl realized that she was about to explode with frustration, and turned to call Jimmy.
A conversation took place between the two brothers while each was at the opposite end of the house. Moments later Jimmy appeared through a doorway, buckling his pants.
"What were you up to?" Carl asked. "Nothin'," Jimmy answered with a wink, turning his head so Irene couldn't see.
Carl shrugged his shoulders as Jimmy invited Irene into the house. "What's up?" he asked, leading Irene into the living room.
"Oh, nothing much. I was just passing by and thought I should stop over and say hello."
Jimmy knew she lived in the opposite direction from the school and that she wasn't just 'passing by' like she said. He concluded that the young girl was up to something and he could take a guess what it was about.
"Would you, uh ... like to go downstairs and take a look at my models again?"
Irene smiled shyly, shrugging her shoulders. "Why?
What's down there that I don't know about?"
Her remark shook Jimmy. He hadn't prepared himself for a possible sensation even one as slight as this was. "Well," he muttered, obviously embarrassed, "I don't know. It was just a thought. I mean, it's been a couple o' days since you've been down there."
As they spoke, neither took into consideration the fact that Carl was listening. Standing in the hall, close to the kitchen, but close enough to the living room to hear every word that was spoken in a normal tone, he was making quick guesses about their conversation. He recalled that he had never seen Irene before, yet they spoke about going down to the cellar. Carl concluded that something was going on down that he knew nothing about-but which he intended to find out as soon as possible.
Carl Dinsmore, seventeen, was a senior at the same high school Irene and Jimmy attended. Tall, much taller than his brother, he looked like an adult from the back but from the front it was obvious he was still a youth by his almost total lack of facial hairs. His blond hair, hanging over his ears, typified the modern youth. In school he was a member of the track team (whenever he thought the weather was suitable), and ran in meets quite infrequently. The workouts however, were sufficient to provide him with a better than average build for the average seventeen year old male.
The conversation between Irene and Jimmy was filled numerous innuendos, sufficient to give Carl's imagination enough to work with. After listening for just ten minutes he was sure the two youngsters were enjoying each other sexually.
Finally, Jimmy asked Irene if she wanted to go into the cellar.
"All right," she sighed.
Beaming, Jimmy stood and lead her to the basement, assuming that Carl had gone to the room and wouldn't see them going through the door in the kitchen.
The seventeen year old, however, was still close at hand. When he heard them walking down the steps, he quickly ran out of the house and stood by the back door. He found it impossible to see into the darkness, which was hiding the two kids as they played in the corner of the room.
Frustrated, he ran back into the house and decided that he would have to take a chance and go down the steps. Percariously opening the door, he listened intently, trying to hear any unusual sounds they might be making. The only thing he heard was the sound of two people talking to each other.
The workbench was at the other end of the cellar and their excitement and paranoia made the kids hear every sound being made through the house. Even the footfalls of Carl as he walked into the kitchen were heard quite distinctly, making them stop their play.
When Carl opened the door the voices stopped a few moments later. When they thought they were free of danger, they spoke again, and Carl knew it was his cue to continue going down. Grasping the handrail, he quickly lifted his foot over the first step and slowly set it down, appling all his weight on the single foot. There was no sound from the first step, but there nine more steps to be taken care of before reaching the floor. Silently shifting his weight, he pulled his right foot over the first step and let it fall onto the second step. As the foot came down, he was clear of the door, and reaching behind him with his free hand, he swung the door closed.
Only a slight creek came from the wooden step; loud enough to make Carl stop, but soft enough not to interfere with Irene and Jimmy.
For many minutes Carl walked down the steps. Each movement making unheard noises in his mind. With silent sighs he reached the bottom step and touched the concrete floor.
Now, he thought, all that has to be done, is try to get as close as possible without letting them know any one was listening.
Irene, meanwhile, was trying to prevent Jimmy from finger-fucking her.
"Come on,'" Jimmy pleaded, thrusting his hand between her thighs.
"No, Jimmy. Not today. You'll have to wait a while until I'm good and ready."
Jimmy didn't understand her sudden reluctance and became infuriated with her attitude.
"Listen," he demanded, "I want to do it to you. What the hell's the matter with you all off a sudden? What do you mean I can't touch you? I touched you there the other day and you really liked it."
"That doesn't make any difference to me. I Just don't want to do it today."
With a sigh of frustration, Jimmy asked if she would touch his cock.
"I guess I can do that for you," she cheerily noted, as she grabbed his crotch.
Jimmy's cock, from the constant frustration, had now shrunk to its flaccid size; two Inches. But the touch of Irene's hand caused the first quiver and it was suddenly revived.
"Take your pants down," she whispered.
Carl, meanwhile, had removed his shoes and was silently tip-toeing to the work area. Boxes and crates were piled high against the wall over the bench, making it Impossible for Carl to see them, if there were any light available making them visible.
Crouching down, alongside the crates, he heard as they argued about something. Jimmy, he concluded, wanted to do something to the girl, but she refused. Making himself as comfortable as possible, he sat on the floor and listened.
Jimmy obeyed Irene's order; pulling his pants and shorts down around his ankles. His organ was still soft, but it was stiffening quickly.
Irene reached out, touching his hairless leg. Thin fingers moved up his thigh, finally resting around the area of his groin.
Jimmy shuddered with her touch, allowing his organ to throb in expectation. Irene clutched the thin organ, and immediately compared it in size, with the mature adult male cock of Mr. Allen.
Irene guessed that Jimmy's cock was no more than one-fourth the size of the organ she allowed to enter her small cunt. Fingering the full length of the cock, she slowly massaged the rod, feeling it throb in her fingers.
"Come on," Jimmy demanded, "do something with It."
Irene assumed that he was talking about jerking him off, but the smallness of the prick fascinated her. When Mr. Allen had asked her if she would like to suck on his big cock, she refused, but this little thing seemed ideal for her mouth.
Releasing the prick from her fingers, she allowed it to bounce back, slapping his belly just once, then swaying in the air.
Unable to see what she was doing, Jimmy called out to Irene. "What the hell are you doin'?"
"I've got a surprise for you," she laughed.
"What are you talkin' about?" Jimmy demanded, as his had inadvertently reached down to the stiff cock, and began to caress it.
"You'll see," she replied.
Jimmy shrugged his shoulders as he stood there and waited for her to make a move. When moments passed without any action from the girl, he became angry and confused. He imagined that she had gone away, but he could hear her breathing still.
Reaching out he grabbed at her breast, clutching one small mound in his fingers, and forcefully twisting it.
"Hey," Irene exclaimed in pain, "What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm waiting for you to do something. What the hell are you up to?"
"I ... I'm thinkin' about something," she muttered. Irene was confused and plagued with doubts about the idea of sucking on his cock. It seemed like a good idea, and she knew that even if he did blow, it couldn't make her pregnant like getting it in the cunt. After many moments of indecision, she finally conceded to her first impulse and agreed to blow him.
"What are you doin'?" Jimmy asked, startled at the sudden noises Irene was making. The young man was afraid Carl might hear something unusual going on from the basement and decide to investigate.
"I'm just trying to kneel down, that's all," Irene declared.
"How come?" Jimmy asked.
Irene didn't answer verbally. She was already kneeling on the hard concrete, with her jacket between the floor and her bare knees. The cock was perpendicular to her face, but Irene didn't know this.
She reached out with both arms and felt his lebs again. With both hands, she slid up his thighs until the hands formed a cup around the cock. The side of her hand rested on the down of pubic hair surrounding the stiff organ.
"Hey!" Jimmy exclaimed excitedly, "what the hell are you up to?"
His answer came in the form of an action. Irene's fingers surrounded the cock, causing it to throb-Holding the prick in her hand, she slowly moved her head forward until the tip of the organ was pressing against her face.
The sensations of a cock on her skin felt unusual, but still exciting. The nearness of the organ aroused the girl to further heights of passion, and with one movenient, she turned her head two inches, letting the head of the cock slip between her lips.
Jimmy suddenly realized what was taking place, am felt faint at the unusual shock.
Irene felt the head of the cock penetrating between her lips and waited for a few seconds trying to decide whether to proceed further.
Excited as the tip of the organ brushed against her teeth, Jimmy wasn't prepared to allow the girl at that time to make a decisions. Lightly pressing forward, the soft head was almost flattened against the hard teeth.
Irene had to decide whether to pull away or open her mouth. She chose the latter. Opening her mouth only a half inch, she felt the head quickly pressed into her depths of her throat. Opening her mouth only a fraction of an inch more, she felt the stem of his prick moved into her mouth. The stiff cock felt like a finger, but it was much warmer, and smoother because of the stretched skin.
The cock pressed deep into her mouth, reaching for the throat. Irene gulped, but let the organ slide into her. Finally, she felt the tip of her nose touch the tickling pubic hair. The organ was in too deep, and it was be ginning to feel uncomfortable.
Pressing her hands against Jimmy's belly, she pushed him back two inches until she could work on the tip of the cock with her tongue.
Jimmy, meanwhile, was insane with passion. The slight sucking sounds which Irene made, excited him to the point that orgasm would come within moments.
The cock had been in her mouth for only a few seconds, but Jim my was so excited that when she ran her hot, moist tongue around the head, lie found it impossible to withhold the ejaculation.
Spurt after spurt of the thick, seminal fluid shot into her mouth, as the cock throbbed again and again trying to force all the scum out.
Unknowingly, Irene let the sperm shoot into her mouth thinking that it was her own saliva. The great quantity of fluid filled the back of her throat, and the unusual feeling and taste she was receiving told her that it was more, much more, than saliva.
Instinctively, she pulled her head away and gagged a few times as she spit the mixture of sperm and saliva onto the cellar floor.
For many moments she tried to force as much of the fluid out of her mouth as she tried to keep herself from vomiting.
"Are you alright?" Jimmy asked, as he held his semi-erect cock in his hand, feeling the mixture of Irene's saliva and his own fluid between his fingers.
Irene couldn't answer, even though she heard the question. She was too busy trying to make it all come out.
"I ... I ... I'm sorry," Jimmy muttered, "that I let it come into your mouth."
Carl, crouched behind the crates, heard his statement and was now positive of what had happened. He had taken a guess when he heard the girl gagging, but now he was absolutely sure about what had happened.
Jimmy thought of a way to repay her for her services, but the only thing he could do that was equal was to eat out her cunt, which didn't quite turn him on. There had to be something he could do which wasn't quite so revolting as cunnilingus.
"Do you want me to finger you?" he suggested.
"No," Irene finally said, "but you don't have to do anything for me."
Jimmy was confused. After she had just sucked on his cock until he shot, she didn't want anything in return. He realized that he would have to make the suggestion to eat her out.
Irene was pleasantly surprised at his offer, but refused, causing great elation in Jimmy.
"Well, uh...." Jimmy muttered, "what do you wanna do now?"
"I don't know. What can we do? I think you've had it for the time being."
Jimmy shrugged his shoulders, trying to imagine what the feeling would be like if he allowed her to jerk him off again. It would be the first time in his life that he would ejaculate twice, only a few minutes apart, but, nevertheless, it sounded interesting.
"Will you ... uh ... do it again?" he asked, pausing after each word.
Irene, finally recovered after the first ejaculation, was tempted to go on, but decided to wait for a while.
"I guess we'd better be goin' then," he told her, as he pulled his pants back up.
Carl, meanwhile, was rubbing his erect organ through the cloth of his pants. His cock had stiffened when he heard Jimmy's pants coming down, and now the organ was on the verge of an ejaculation. Carl knew, however, that he couldn't take his cock out In that place. First of all, they might hear the zipper, and they would most likely hear his heavy breathing. He decided to wait until he got back to his room.
Frighteningly sudden, Carl realized that he hadn't even considered how he would make his way back up the steps. He was so worried about getting down, he had forgotten about getting up.
When Jimmy suggested they leave, Carl realized that he was just as good as caught. He thought about making a dash for the steps, but knew that even if he did, the two children would know who it was. The only thing he could possibly do was hope that they wouldn't notice him as they went past. As they shuffled around behind the thin wall, Carl was trying to position himself behind a few of the crates.
Suddenly, the lights went on, and the room was filled with a blinding light. Carl closed his eyes from the light, but with the hope that if he couldn't see what was around him, it, perhaps, wouldn't be there.
Irene and Jimmy moved around the workbench and glanced at the crates.
Jimmy's eyes opened wide when he saw his arms wrapped around his knees.
"What the fuck are you doin' there?" Jimmy exclaimed, realizing they were caught.
"Who?" Carl muttered, "I....I ... was lookin' for something....! think."
"How long have you been sitting there?" Jimmy demanded, kicking the crates away.
"Ever since you two came down." Carl didn't feel frightened any longer. He realized that even though he was caught, the two younger children were also caught doing something worse than spying. Feeling a bit more courageous, he stood up and wiped the dust from his pants.
"What did you hear?" demanded Jimmy. "I heard everything," Carl declared with a smile. Jimmy's face flushed with embarrassment and anger. "What are you gonna do now?"
"What do you mean?"
"Are you gonna tell anyone about what was going on down here?"
"Of course not," Carl declared with a wicked smile on his face. "But you," he continued, glancing at Irene, "gotta help keep me quiet."
Irene was slightly shocked and surprised at his remark and demanded that he say what he was referring to.
"If you do to me what you just did to him, then I promise I won't tell anything to anyone." Without waiting for an answer from Irene, Carl pulled on his belt and let his pants fall down around his knees. Standing there with just his shorts on, he smiled at Irene and nodded downward at his still soft cock.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked, feigning naivete.
"What ever you did to Jimmy," he stated angrily.
"And what if I say I don't want to do it to you?"
"Then I'll just tell my parents and your parents what's been goin' on, that's all."
Irene, and Jimmy, realized they were caught by the older brother. It disturbed Jimmy to be played for a fool, but it really didn't matter to him whether Irene blew Carl or not. Irene, however, was the one to put the cock into her mouth and suck on it until he shot. She had some reservations which told her not to conceed, but they were out of anger, and not for any distaste for the male organ. "Well?" asked Carl.
Irene shrugged her shoulders and nodded very slowly. Carl's face lit up with excitement, as the soft cock between his legs began to grow.
"How about the lights?" asked Jimmy.
"Turn them out," Carl commanded.
Jimmy reached above his head and pulled on the cord, throwing the room into darkness. Listening intently, he heard the soft sounds of a pair of shorts being pulled down around Carl's legs, and the sounds of Irene kneeling on the concrete, then putting her mouth over the cock, and sucking on it.
Carl's cock was already stiff when it went into Irene's mouth, and it throbbed violently as her tongue whipped around the head.
"Oh ... oh...." the young man groaned, reeling with the new sensations his cock was receiving. His excitement was great that within moments he could feel the scum collecting at the base of his cock, preparing to shoot out.
Without warning, spurt after spurt shot into the warm mouth of the young girl. For the second time within fifteen minutes she had a male organ in her mouth and found herself with a mouthful of scum.
Holding her head in place, Carl resisted Irene's efforts to push his body away so she could spit the sticky liquid onto the floor.
"Swallow it," Carl muttered through laboring breath pushing her mouth further onto the cock.
Irene struggled to free herself, but Carl was so excited thinking of the girl swallowing the scum, he fought until he felt the girl relaxing. With two or three gulps, Irene felt the strange fluid flow down her throat and into her belly. At first she thought she would be sick, but she was able to control herself. Her mouth still on the cock, she took in all the scum and suddenly began sucking on the cock, trying to force out every last drop of fluid.
For many moments she sucked, until the organ began to shrivel in her mouth. Carl removed his hands from behind her head and permitted her to stand.
"I want you to do something to me now," she stated. "What?" Carl asked, drawing his shorts and pants back up around his waist.
"Did you ever eat a girl out before?"
"No," he whispered. "Well, will you do it for me? Now?" Carl was still excited, and wasted only a few moments thinking about it. "Okay, I'll do it for you. Get down on the floor."
Irene was overjoyed. Here was her chance to get back at the boy. Her cunt was still dripping wet with the teacher's scum, and now Carl would lick it up.
Laying Hat on the floor, she positioned her legs, permitting the young man to shove his face into the crevice.
Carl found the cunt, and was almost overpowered by the strong smell. The mixture of vaginal and phallic juices created a strong odor. Nevertheless, Carl's tongue lapped at the slit with all his might.
Irene writhed in ecstasy as the tongue pushed her into orgasm after orgasm. After many minutes, Irene was satisfied with Carl.
CHAPTER SEVEN
When Irene reached home, she quickly ran to her bedroom and prepared herself for a bath. Her body was covered with juices of her own and three males, and the smell was almost unbearable.
As she washed the perspiration from her body she thought about Carl and Jimmy. The difference between Carl and Jimmy was immense.
The cock of the younger boy was nothing, she thought, compared to his brother's organ. At the age of fifteen, the boy still had a few years to develop in size, while Carl was almost completely developed and could give Mr. Allen a fight for cock size.
Suddenly, as she stuck a finger into her cunt, trying to clean it out, she realized that she was no longer attracted to the younger boy. Her attention was now turned to his older brother, and especially, Mr. Allen. The young girl decided to simply forget about Jimmy and turn all her attention to Carl. She realized it would be much easier to be satisfied by Carl than by Mr. Allen. It would be impossible for her to see the teacher as often as she liked and people would start getting ideas if she saw him even a few times a month. Carl, on the other hand, was not too much older than she, and if they went out together no one would really think too much about it. Therefore, she concluded, it would have to be Carl who would satisfy her whenever it was necessary.
As she walked from the shower she was confronted by her brother, Micheal.
"Can I watch?" he begged, following his sister from the bathroom to her bedroom door.
"Get the hell out of my life," she demanded angrily. "Why can't you go out and get yourself a girl or something and leave me alone?"
"Because I love your body," he declared, feigning passion.
"Well, that's too damn bad. Get the hell out of here," she said, pushing him away from her door as he tried to enter after her.
Irene laughed as she slammed the door in his face. His constant attention was gratifying and it made her feel like a real woman whenever he tried to get her. But the fact remained that he was still her brother, and it would be Impossible for her to consider having sex with him. Maybe, she thought, when a few years passed, sex with the boy might just possibly happen, but until then, he would just have to go out and get It for himself.
That week-end she avoided everyone. For most of the two days, she sat in her room thinking at her desk, drawing weird symbols as she thought about sex and her involvement with It.
She recalled that Mr. Allen had promised to see her on Monday, with a bag. Thinking about the adult cock inside her, excited her to the point that she would have to masturbate herself every few hours. By Sunday night she was exhausted from the constant orgasms: she counted seventeen in the two days alone, with quite a few more on the previous Friday. Irene was beginning to think and live for sex and sex only.
The next day, as she sat in her class, she squirmed In her seat, trying to relieve the Itching sensation she felt in her groin caused by the expectation of being fucked by Mr. Allen.
At exactly 3:05 she went down to the first floor and knocked on the Teacher's Room. She asked for Mr. Allen, and was told by the teacher he would be out in a few moments.
Mr. Allen smiled when he saw her standing in the door way, and told her to go to the conference room, stating he would be with her in a few moments. Irene did as she instructed and went into the small room, seating herself on the long conference table, where she was first devirginized only three days before.
Irene was tempted to take off all her clothes and be laying on the table with her legs spread wide, and she decided it would be unsafe if another teacher decided to enter the room.
A few minutes later Mr. Allen came into the room with a folder of papers under his arm.
"What's all the papers for?" Irene asked. "I took out your file. I needed a reason to be coming here to see you, so I told the other teachers you were having some school problems."
The young girl agreed that it was a good idea. She climbed from the table and went right to Mr. Allen. He put the folder onto the table and picked up the young girl, wrapping his arms around her. He kissed her passionately on the lips and face, letting his saliva pour onto her soft young skin.
Irene, meanwhile, was groping around his pants trying to find the area of his groin. With one arm wrapped around his neck, the other was grabbing the cloth of the crotch clutching at the soft cock within.
Finally, she had a firm hold on the organ, and began to quickly manipulate it to erection. When the organ was fully erect, Mr. Allen breathed harder. He let the little girl down and grabbed at her breasts. Irene didn't like him handling her two small mounds, but she put up with it to satisfy the teacher.
"Fuck me," she demanded in a whisper.
Mr. Allen stepped back from the girl and quickly pulled down his pants, Irene, excited at the sight of the stiff cock pressing against the thin cloth of his shorts, moved towards him and shoved her fingers into the elastic band. Pulling down the shorts with one quick movement, the still prick sprang out and slapped against her belly. Irene quickly took the organ between her fingers and manipulated it, causing it to throb.
"Suck It," he gurgled, tilting his head back and thrusting his hips forward. The big cock felt like a bat In her hand, much larger than either of the boys' cocks. Without thinking, she knelt on the soft carpeted floor and stared at the big cock. The head, with the skin pulled back, shone with its tautness. A tiny droplet of moisture hung from the eye of the cock, enticing her to put it into her mouth and taste it.
"Come on, Irene, suck it," he whispered.
Taking the organ into one hand, she directed her head to the club. Opening her mouth, she looked up and glanced into Mr. Allen's eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and shiny with excitement. "Go ahead," he murmured.
Opening her mouth to its limit, she put the organ to her lips and let her hot, moist tongue lick up the droplet of moisture.
Mr. Allen thrust his hips forward, shoving the cock deep into her mouth. Irene found it to be much larger than either Jimmy's or Carls, and she also found that she enjoyed it more.
Pulling the cock halfway from her mouth, she let the head and an inch of the stem sit in her mouth as she licked at it with her tongue. She rolled the organ in her mouth, letting the head rub against her inner cheeks.
It didn't take Mr. Allen very long to realize that he was ready to shoot. At first he thought it would be a bad idea to shoot in her mouth, but with each throb, forcing the cock to grow to its limit, Irene only sucked harder. She knew he was ready to shoot, and wanted to take it all in.
"Oh....shit!....Ummm ... suck! ... suck!!" Mr. Allen muttered, as he held her head in place, preventing her from pulling away even if she wanted to.
When the cock throbbed for the last time without decreasing in size, Irene knew he was ready, so she forced the full length of the cock into her mouth. The head was pressing against the back of her throat, and with sudden bursts of energy, the cock released its load of thick, smoky scum into her mouth. It shot into the back of her throat, and she gulped it down as quickly as it shot.
Mr. Allen almost collapsed from the sudden output of energy, but lie maintained his position as Irene sucked on the cock, trying to force every last drop of scum down her throat.
Satisfied there was nothing remaining in the cock, she let it slip from her mouth. Already it was beginning to soften, and Mr. Allen was preparing himself to give Irene a chance, but Irene wasn't finished quite yet.
Turning herself around, she knelt on his pants as they sat on the floor. Tilting her head up she was now directly beneath his balls.
The two large eggs, were contained in a big sac, covered with hair. The blond hair on the sac excited her and she quickly darted at it with her tongue.
Mr. Allen opened his legs, almost straddling her face. Irene let one ball plop into her mouth as her hand played with the perianal area. For many minutes she knelt there going from ball to ball, occasionally attempting to let both into her mouth, but finding it impossible to do because of their size.
Alter she was satisfied with the balls, she moved back and licked at the area between his balls and his ass. She licked hard, getting hair into her mouth, and almost licking at the hole itself.
"Do the hole," Mr. Allen muttered. His cock had grown again and was waiting to be released once more.
Irene did as he instructed, letting her tongue lap at the tiny asshole. Mr. Allen was writhing with pleasure as the hot tongue teased the hole, making his cock throb with each lick.
Alter a few minutes of allowing her tongue to play with his ass, Mr. Allen became so excited, he pulled the girl out from between his legs and lifted her onto the table. Pulling down her pants with rough movements, he mouthed the cunt for a few moments, licking away her moisture, which had come from her repeated orgasms.
He climbed onto the table and with one quick shove forced the cock deeply into her, hitting the tender uterus with the head of his cock.
It took them only a few moments before they both climaxed. Mr. Allen was almost exhausted from the double orgasm, but found himself still capable of going on. Pulling the cock from her cunt he sat on the chair and instructed her to suck on it once more.
Without thinking that the stiff prick was covered with scum and her own juices, Irene knelt on the floor and let the prick enter her mouth. The final orgasm came after a long while-the cock was nearly deplete, and Mr. Allen was going crazy from the mixture of pain and pleasure.
Breathing quite heavily, he slouched back into the chair, as the perspiration dripped down his face.
Irene was just as exhausted. During the twenty minutes It took to make the teacher shoot three times, she had orgasm after orgasm.
As the teacher lay on the chair and Irene lay on the floor, the breathing returned to normal after a few minutes.
Irene glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that it was twenty to four. She told the teacher she was going home, but promised to see him soon.
Mr. Allen dressed himself and just sat at the table as Irene walked out. He didn't even glance at her, trying to avoid her eyes. The young teacher was still having minor fits of passion, but was capable of controlling himself. It was the strangest experience he had ever had in his life, but it was still the most enjoyable.
After that Monday, Mr. Allen and Irene would meet whenever possible in the conference room. He wanted to take the girl with him to his apartment, but he knew it wouldn't be possible. She could never give a good reason in case anyone saw her going into his place, so he was forced to stay satisfied with the conference room.
Irene, for more than a month, wanted to be fucked by Mr. Allen only, and it was only his cock she wanted to suck. She avoided Jimmy completely, having no intention of ever doing anything with him. Carl, Jimmy's brother, however, was still on her list, and as soon as she felt Mr. Allen had satisfied her sexual instincts.
During that month, Jimmy couldn't understand what had happened to his girl. For only one week lie was getting almost everything from her, then suddenly: nothing.
Whenever he approached her in school, she would state she was busy, and walk away. Whenever he saw her on the street he would walk towards her, and then she would cross over to the other side.
Irene didn't hate the boy, but she didn't want to be constantly pestered by him and his demands. She knew what she wanted, but he couldn't satisfy her like Mr. Allen or Carl could.
Finally, after three weeks of constant frustration, Jimmy decided to go to her house. For four days he went to the house and asked for Irene, and each time she wasn't home. Micheal, Irene's brother, always sent him away empty handed.
On the fifth day, curious about Jimmy's constant attention to Irene, Micheal invited Jimmy into the house.
"Why don't you go sit in the living room?" Micheal invited.
Jimmy accepted and went in. Micheal walked in after him and sat down. He lit a cigarette, even though he wasn't permitted to smoke, but his parents weren't home, so it was safe.
"Why do you want to always see my sister?" Micheal asked.
"Why do you want to know?"
"I'm curious, that's all."
"I wanted to ask her out, but it seems as if she never wants to see me all of a sudden."
"Didn't you walk her home a few weeks ago? I remember seeing you bring her to the door," Micheal remarked.
"Yeah, I walked her home a couple of times, that's all. Then she didn't want to see me or something because every time I see her in school and ask her to come ... to go out she tells me she's busy."
"You wouldn't happen to know why my sister is always coming home late from school would you?"
Jimmy didn't have any idea why, and suggested that she might be going over to a girlfriend's house.
"....or a boy's house," Micheal added sarcastically.
"Well, it hasn't been me. That I know. I haven't seen her in weeks."
"Have ... uh ... have you ever done anything with my sister?"
"Whaddaya mean?" Jimmy asked, realizing his face was turning red with embarrassment.
"I mean like any of the things a guy might do with a girl. Like grabbing her tits or finger-fucking her, and other things like that."
Feigning shock, Jimmy shook his head, hoping he was convincing him.
It didn't work, however. "I don't believe you," Micheal laughed. "You've got a look on your face as if you're trying to hide something."
"You're full o' shit," Jimmy declared. "I've never touched your sister."
"Come on, man. You can't bullshit me. I know that you've done something to her. I mean if you tell me, I'm not gonna tell anyone else about it."
Jimmy didn't trust the boy and refused to divulge any information.
"If you tell me what you've been doin' with my sister, I'll tell you what I've been doin' with her."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jimmy stared at the boy, not believing what he just heard. "What have you been doin' with Irene?" he asked.
"I'll tell you if you tell me first. I've got a lot of nice stories to tell about that kid. She's a real wild one, right?"
Jimmy nodded.
Micheal realized the boy was close to telling him what they had been doing together. "I remember when we were both really young. That's the type of girl that can't leave a cock alone for a minute."
"I know," Jimmy laughed.
"Well, are you gonna tell me?"
"There's not much to tell, I guess. 'The first time we did anything was about a month ago. She jerked me off and I fingerfucked her. We did it a couple o'times after that, then at the end of the first week she blew me and my brother. That's all, really. Then all of a sudden I don't see her anymore. Now you tell me what you did with her."
Micheal, as he listened to Jimmy's story felt his cock grow bigger, and he knew it was outlined against his pants, but he didn't care.
He told Jimmy a number of lies, about the time when he and his sister fucked when they were two years younger, and the time when she first blew him. His own story was getting him more and more excited, causing his cock to throb with every sentence. Suddenly, Micheal felt the urge to masturbate himself, and was curious to see Jimmy's reaction to it
"Shit, man," Micheal declared, "I gotta jerk off."
Jimmy blushed, but realized that he, too, had an erection, but didn't care about telling Micheal.
"Did you ever see a guy jerk off before?" Micheal asked, as he rubbed his stiff cock through the layers of clothing.
Jimmy shook his head. He had never seen another guy jerking off, and wasn't too interested. "Wanna see me jerk oil?"
"No thanks. I don't really give a shit about your jerking off."
"Shit, man. What's the fuckin' difference. If my sister can blow you and things, then I guess seein' a guy jerk off won't bother."
Jimmy sighed and stood up to leave, but Micheal was persistant. "If you stay to watch me jerk off, I'll blow you."
Jimmy's eyebrows went up at the remark. "What's with you? You queer or somethin'?"
"I'm not queer, but I'm not prejudiced. I'll suck on anything: twat or cock, it doesn't make any difference to me."
Jimmy thought for a few moments about the idea of letting a guy blow him, and all in all he didn't really seem to mind it all that much.
"Suck me off first, and then I'll watch you jerk off."
Micheal shrugged his shoulders. "I don't care, but you gotta promise to slay and watch as I jerk off."
"I promise to watch."
"Good." Micheal pushed Jimmy back onto the couch. He grabbed his ankles and stretched out his legs. Pulling down the zipper, he grabbed at the erect cock hidden in the cloth. Jimmy lifted his hips, allowing Micheal to pull down the pants and shorts. Without wasting any time, Micheal pulled the cock into his mouth and sucked on it wildly.
Jimmy was going wild with sensual sensations as the hot male tongue whipped around the head of the cock. Within moments Jimmy felt the scum collecting at the base of the cock and knew he would soon shoot.
Micheal, however, sensed the impending orgasm because of the throbbing of the cock, and quickly pulled the organ from his mouth.
"What's the matter?" Jimmy demanded. "I thought you were gonna let me shoot into your mouth?"
"You will, don't worry, but first I wanna do some other things to you."
"Such as?"
"Let's go upstairs to my room. There we can fuck around all we want without anyone bothering us."
Jimmy shrugged his shoulders and pulled his pants up. He followed the older boy up the steps to his room and stood in the middle of the floor waiting for instructions.
"Well, take off you clothes," Micheal instructed. Jimmy did as he was told, and soon had everything from his body.
"Okay, man, get on the bed."
With his stiff cock swaying in front of him, Jimmy did as he was told: lying on the bed with his legs spread wide, waiting for Micheal to crawl between them.
Micheal, however, wanted something else than only sucking on the cock. Turning Jimmy onto his stomach, he knelt over Jimmy back and stuck his head into the crevice. Sticking out his tongue, he proceeded to lick at the tender underside of the balls and the area between the balls and ass.
Jimmy was going wild with the new sensations, but he still wasn't too sure about the whole business: if a girl was doing it, it wouldn't bother him, but a guy!
Micheal licked at the soft skin until he reached the balls again. Touching a ball to his lips he sucked on it until it was in his mouth. Opening his mouth a bit wider, he sucked again and now had both balls in his mouth.
Jimmy was pressing his cock into the bedsheet in a fucking motion as Micheal sucked on his balls. "Oh....shit. I'm gonna come...." he muttered into the bed.
Micheal let the balls slip from his mouth with a plopping sound and quickly turned Jimmy onto his back.
"Suck it, man," Jimmy directed.
But orders were unnecessary. Micheal quickly had the stiff, throbbing cock in his mouth and licked at the sensitive head with a fury that made Jimmy writhe back and forth on the bed.
With one sudden thrust upwards, Jimmy's legs tightened and his groin went into spasms as the cock ejaculated great quantities of scum into the boy's mouth. Sucking on the cock until it was totally flaccid, Micheal took in every last drop of fluid and swallowed it.
"Oh, man, wow!" Jimmy exclaimed through heaving breath.
"That was the "best blowjob I've ever had in my life," he told the boy, failing to mention that it was also his second blowjob.
"Did you like it?" Micheal asked. His eyes were glassy from the excitement of sucking the boy off. It was the first time in his life he had ever sucked on another boy's cock, and he found that he enjoyed it.
"Yeah, man, I really liked it. Will you do it for me later on, too?"
Micheal was excited by the thought he was giving pleasure to the boy and quickly agreed to suck him off.
"Well, are you gonna jerkoff?" Jimmy asked. "No," Micheal smiled. "I wanna suck on your balls a little bit more until you're ready to shoot again. Can I do that?"
Jimmy agreed, turning over onto his stomach.
"Why don't you like sit over the edge of the bed. That way I can get at it a hell of a lot easier."
Jimmy did as he was told, letting his legs hang over the edge of the bed, with the corner of his ass in midair.
Micheal knelt between the legs and found it impossible to reach the balls as he had hoped. He then lay on his back and lifted his head, just managing to touch the balls with his tongue.
"Give me the pillows," he told Jimmy.
Taking the two pillows, he placed them under his head and was now able to reach the hanging sac by moving his head only an inch. Grabbing Jimmy by the hips he pulled him down until he was almost sitting on his face. Micheal then took the balls into his mouth and sucked on them for more than fifteen minutes. His tongue lashed out on the soft skin, giving Jimmy strange sensations. Releasing the balls from his mouth, he moved his head down an inch until his nose was near the asshole. Smelling at the hole, he found that it was clean and decided to give Jimmy another new experience.
Finally, alter nearly an hour of sex play in that one area, Jimmy decided that his stiff cock was hurting too much to try and hold the scum in any longer.
"Okay, Mike, you can suck me off, if you want to."
Pulling his face from the hole, Micheal got onto his knees between Jimmy's legs and quickly put the cock into his mouth.
Within moments the boy had shot once more, releasing spurt after spurt into the back of Micheal's throat. The boy swallowed every drop of scum that flowed into his mouth with a relish.
Even alter two orgasm's, Micheal still wasn't ready to jerk himself oil. He wanted 'to play a bit more with Jimmy's body.
Micheal directed Jimmy to lay on the bed and spread his legs. The boy crawled between the outstretched legs and began to lick the area of his groin, occasionally taking his balls into his mouth, or licking into the asshole.
After about a half hour of licking and sucking, Carl decided he was ready to jerk-off. He climbed from the bed and stripped all his clothing from his body. Standing directly over Jimmy's head, he clutched the thick throbbing cock in his hand and began to quickly pull on the organ.
"Do you wanna suck it?" Carl asked.
Jimmy shook his head and said that it really didn't interest him very much.
"How about jerking it off, then?" Carl suggested.
Jimmy knew that the boy wanted something In return for two blow jobs, and a hand job wouldn't bother him too much. He nodded and took the stiff, hot cock in his hand and began to jerk on it.
Within moments, the prick began to thicken and Jimmy knew it would be very soon when it would shoot.
"Suck on it," Carl muttered, excitedly, pressing his hips closer to Jimmy's face, hoping to get close enough so Jimmy would take it into his mouth.
Jimmy ignored his request, but continued pulling on the cock. Suddenly Carl's legs stiffened and the boy's scum shot out. Spurt after spurt came from the organ. The first few streams of scum shot onto Jimmy, hitting his face and chest. When Jimmy realized what had been taking place, he pushed the cock away and let the last spurts shoot out into the room.
Breathing heavily, Carl pushed Jimmy back onto the bed and took the cock into his mouth for the third time. Excited at the sixteen year old's scum, Jimmy took only a few minutes before ejaculating. Carl swallowed every droplet of the fluid, squeezing the stem with his thumb and forefinger to force out every last drop.
After they were both finished, Carl climbed onto the bed with Jimmy and wrapped his arms around the boy, feeling every part of his body with his roving hands.
A few minutes before Carl's parents were due home, he suggested to Jimmy that he go home, but before the boy left lie extracted a promise from him that he would return on the Saturday and spend the whole day with him.
Jimmy promptly agreed. He thought that as long as he wasn't getting it from Irene, he might as well get it from her brother. It was better than jerking off by himself in his bathroom.
Irene, meanwhile, was still in school. The building was nearly deserted except for a few kids playing in the gym, and Mr. Allen and Irene in the conference room.
After more than a month of meetings in the room, without being caught, they let everything go. Each time would be a few minutes longer than the one preceding. And each time they would have less and less clothing. By this time, they were spending two hours in the conference room, and they both had removed all their clothing.
"Suck on my cock," asked Mr. Allen, as he lay on the floor.
Irene dutifully obeyed, taking the big cock into her mouth and sucking on the head. "Now lick my ass," he told her.
She did as she was told, spreading the cheeks of his ass until she could reach the dark spot with her tongue. Irene enjoyed her love-affair with the teacher and wanted it to last forever, and to make sure that it lasted, she would do anything the teacher wanted. She even obeyed when he told her to wash his body by licking on it.
After the two hours when Irene had eight orgasms and Mr. Allan was capable of three, they lay on the floor, with their arms wrapped around each other.
"Have you had your period?" Mr. Allen asked.
"No, not yet," she told him.
"When were you due?" he asked nervously.
"Almost a week and a half ago. I guess I'm late or something. Why? Is it important?"
"No," he lied, "not very. I was just curious." Mr. Allen, for the first time in a month of fucking the little girl, realized that he could be in trouble. The only thing he had in his favor was the naivete of the little girl, and the fact that she would believe almost everything he told her.
If she was pregnant, he would have to find a way to shift the blame from himself to someone else.
"Have you ever been fucked by anyone else besides myself?"
"No, never."
"Well," he began, lifting himself onto his side and resting his head on his elbow, "I think you should. It's really Important that a girl get it from a few guys, not having to do it with only one."
"I don't know about that," she told him. "I mean, I've never considered getting it from anyone else besides you."
"Why just me?"
"Because you've got the best cock around here. It's the biggest prick and It shoots the most scum than anyone else I know of."
"Well, thanks a lot, but I still think you should get it from another boy. Someone your own age and better yet, someone related to you."
"Related to me? Like who?"
"Don't you have a brother? or a male cousin?"
"Yeah, I got a brother. He's sixteen, and I got a few cousins, but I don't see them very much. They come over every so often."
"But you've got a brother that's only two years older than you. He would be the best bet"
"You mean you want me to fuck with my brother? Isn't there some kind of law about that sort of thing?"
"There's a law, but there's a law about what we're doing, also. Like I keep on telling you, if you enjoy it, then you should go and do it."
"Oh, man, wow! That's really something. I've never thought about letting my brother shove his cock into me before. Now that I think of it, itdoes sound pretty good."
"I thought you would see it my way. Why don't you go home now and talk to your brother. If he's anything like you, I think he'll want to do it, too.
"Well, if you think so."
"I know so."
Irene stood and quickly dressed to go home. She said good-by to the teacher by taking his cock into her mouth and sucking on it for a few moments. He said goodbye, by putting her on the table and licking her cunt until she experienced her final orgasm.
"Getting fucked by my brother," she thought as she walked home. "Then letting my cousins do it, too! It sounds like fun!"
CHAPTER NINE
Irene walked into the house only a few minutes after Jimmy had left. For the first time in her life she was feeling an interest, sexually, in her brother. Now all she had to do was convince him to do it with her, which, she knew, wouldn't be too hard.
She went up to his room, hoping to find him willing. Irene knocked on the door. Micheal told her to come in.
The young girl pushed open the door and found her brother sitting on his bed. He was fully clothed, except for his socks which he was just putting on.
"I....I...."
"You what?" Carl asked, disturbed by Irene's stuttering.
"I wanted to talk to you."
"About what? Well, don't just stand in the doorway, come on in."
Irene walked into the room and sat on the bed next to her brother. She put one hand on his kg, just above his thigh and spoke. "I wanted to talk to you about..uh ... well, you know all the times you said you wanted to look at me?"
"Yeah, what about 'em?"
"Well, I wanted to ... uh ... know ... uh ... if ... you wanted to ... uh...."
"Fuckln' shit! What the fuck are you talkin' about?"
Irene spoke quickly, letting the words fly from her mouth. "Do you wanna look at me now?"
Carl was stunned by her suggestion, and it took him only a few moments before he could answer. "Shit! Yeah, I wanna see you. Take off your clothes!"
"Well, not now. I mean, mom and dad'll be home in a little while, and I wouldn't want them to find out what we've been doin'. How about tomorrow?"
"How about after supper?"
"We can't," Irene explained.
"We can go up into the attic or something. Besides, it maybe'll be okay. They might go out or something."
"What if they don't? They might still catch us."
"Look, If you and that guy Jimmy can fool around, then I think we can do it in our own house."
"What!? When did you see Jimmy?"
"He was here this afternoon-looking for you."
"And what did he tell you?'
"Because I asked him."
Irene shrugged her shoulders and returned to the immediate problem: a place to go where she and her brother could have a little fun without being disturbed.
"Why don't we go up into the attic after supper. I don't think anyone'll bother us there," Carl suggested, as he sensed Irene's hand moving up his thigh until he knew it was going for his cock.
When her fingers touched the cock through the cloth, he jumped and told her not to touch the thing.
"Why not?" she demanded.
"Because ... because ... I just jerked off, that's why, and it hurts me a bit."
"How come you were jerkin' off?"
"Because I was thinkin' of you."
"Can....can ... I see your cock? I've never seen your thing before and I'm curious to know what it looks like."
Micheal was getting excited at the thought of showing his organ to his sister, and he could feel the prick throbbing with excitement. Within moments it was fully erect, painfully pressed the sensitive head against the rough cloth of his shorts.
"Well, will you show it to me?"
Carl nodded. "But you gotta promise not to do anything to it."
"What the fuck do you think I'll do to it? Cut it off or something?"
Carl shrugged his shoulders and stood up. He pulled the zipper of the pants down and freed his stiff prick.
The organ was still sweaty from the recent pulling he was giving it. The head was raw and red, and ultra-sensitive.
"Hey," Irene exclaimed, "dial's a really nice cock you got there." She reached out and took the stem into her hand, finding it was much smaller than Mr. Allen's.
Carl's cock throbbed when his sister put her hand around it, but he didn't make her withdraw. Slowly, she began to manipulate the organ, pulling the skin up and down.
Carl sighed with the extremes of pleasure he was receiving. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back.
Irene released the organ and bent her head until it was directly over the head of the cock. She put the head of the stiff, throbbing cock into her mouth and began to suck on it with a passion.
"Get the fuck away from there," Carl demanded.
Irene let the prick slip from her mouth and land against his belly. "What's the matter?"
"The fuckin' thing hurts too much. I told you I just jerked off, and it hurts me too much."
"Jesus," Irene said, feigning surprise, "when all the other guys I know do it, let me blow them, I mean, they can go for a couple o' times...."
"You let these guys shoot into your mouth?"
"I always do. It's more fun that way. Who wants a blow job without being able to shoot into the person's mouth."
"I always do. It's more fun that way. Who wants a blow job without being able to shoot into the person's mouth."
"I guess you're right, but listen: we can't do anything here. Mom n' dad'll be home in a little while, and my cock hurts too much. We can wait until after supper."
Irene agreed to wait until after supper. Besides, she thought, it would provide a sufficient period of time for her vagina to calm down, and enough time for her to take a bath and get rid of the scummy smell of the teacher.
As they ate supper, Irene and Micheal glanced at each other almost constantly. Each time their eyes met, they smiled, a wicked, child-like smile. Both children finished dinner many minutes before their parents and quickly ran upstairs to the second floor.
"Well?" Irene whispered.
"Let's wait a while. Maybe they'll go out or something. If they go out we can do anything we want right in the middle of the living room floor. If they stay home, they'll probably just sit downstairs and watch television."
Irene agreed to wait, but before they separated to go to their rooms, she managed to grab the crotch of his pants and give his cock a tender squeeze.
Micheal smiled and gave her a peck on the lips.
As she sat in her room, waiting nervously for something to happen she began to think about all the boys that would love to fuck her: her brother, Jimmy, Carl, Mr. Allen, and a lot of her cousins. She was slightly confused about Mr. Aliens suggestion that It would be good for her to fuck with her brother and cousins, but she didn't mind. As long as there was a cock attached to the body, she could do something with it.
After more than an hour passed, she stormed out of her room. Her parents were still in the living room, so she crept down the steps until she could see them sitting on the couch watching television.
She went to Micheal's door and opened it. Micheal was resting on his bed, recuperating from his experiences of that afternoon.
"Come on," she demanded. "They're downstairs watching TV. they won't bother us."
"Why don't we stay in one of the bedrooms? What if they come upstairs and can't find us? They might get suspicious or something."
Irene agreed, and suggested they use her room. "They won't think anything's wrong if you're in my room and I have the TV on."
Michael agreed and followed Irene into her bedroom. When he walked in, he realized it had been a long time since he had been in her room, and hadn't realized what his sister really liked.
On the walls were pictures, cut from magazines, of current rock stars and television stars. Most of the men were young: late teens and early twenties. "Who are all those guys?" Michael asked. "Guys I'd like to blow, that's who." Michael laughed as he closed the door behind him. "Well, take off your clothes."
"I can't take off everything. But I can show you a lot, too, just by lifting up my clothes."
"Well, let me see your cunt."
Irene lilted her dress and pulled down her shorts, exposing the slit covered with the light down of pubic hair. Michael's eyes widened at the sight of the female organ, and his cock instinctively Stiffened.
"Can I put my finger in?" he asked.
"Go ahead," she directed as she lay back on the bed outstretching her legs.
Michael sat on the bed, along side of her, and put his opened hand over the cunt. His fingers tickled the labia, then the clitoris, then went between the folds.
"Hey," Irene exclaimed, "Is the door closed?"
Carl nodded, shoving his finger even deeper into the hole.
"But is it locked?"
Michael shook his head and climbed from the bed. He locked the door and ran back to the bed, his arm outstretched, aiming at her cunt.
He found the mark, and began to finger fuck her for a few moments.
"Michael," Irene began, "do you want me to suck on your cock?"
Michael nodded tentatively as he opened his fly, freeing the still organ. Irene pushed him back onto the bed and knelt on the floor between his legs. She let the stiff prick slide between her teeth and immediately began to suck on the hot head.
Within moments Michael was twisting and turning around the bed. "Oh ... oh ... ummmmmmmm...." he muttered through clenched teeth.
"Fuck me, brother, luck me," she whispered as she freed the cock from her mouth.
Without hesitation, Michael climbed on top of her and began to poke at her groin. He couldn't find the hole with his cock and Irene was forced to guide the organ to the mark.
It easily slipped between the folds and entered to the hilt. Humping on her, the cock slid in and out, pounding against the tender uterus.
Within moments he began to spurt great quantities of scum into the tube, filling it beyond its capacities. As Michael withdrew with a sloching sound, drops of semen dribbled from Irene's cunt.
"Oh, man," she muttered. "That was really beautiful. You can fuck me a million times if you want to."
Michael pulled from her and rolled over on his back, breathing heavily. It was the first time in his life that he had ever experienced intercourse with a female, and he enjoyed it immensely.
"Suck on it for awhile," he demanded, as he put his arm under his sister's head and directed it to his dying cock.
Irene, with no hesitation, took the flaccid cock into her mouth, ignoring the smell and taste of cunt juice and cock juice.
She rolled the organ between her lips, causing it to grow to full size once more. Michael wanted to come again, but he knew it would be impossible. He had ejaculated twice that afternoon, and now once more. The cock ached from the constant erection he was forced to maintain and the head throbbed with a mixture of pain and passion.
"Stop!" he demanded, pulling Irene's mouth away from the organ.
"What's the matter?" Irene asked, as she played with his balls.
"My fuckin' cock hurts too much. I can't shoot any more today."
"How come?" she demanded to know, pulling at the sac between his legs.
"Because I shot a couple o' times this afternoon, that's why."
Irene accepted his excuse, but still wanted to play with him. She told him to sit on the edge of the bed so she could suck on his balls. Michael did as he was told and just lay there for many minutes as his younger sister licked at the soft pliable skin of the scrotum.
Suddenly, they heard the sounds of someone coming up the steps. Within seconds both children were fully dressed. Irene sat on the floor and Michael sat on the bed, acting as if they were simply watching the television.
Mr. Whittier knocked on the door and Irene told him to come in.
"Your mother and I will be going out later on this evening. I don't want you," he said, pointing at Irene, "to leave the house tonight. And I want you," he continued, pointing at Michael, "to be back home by midnight if you go out."
"I don't think I'll be going out tonight, dad," Michael told his father. "I'll just stay home and watch television for a couple o' hours and then go to sleep."
"Well, just remember what I said in case you do decide to go out," Mr. Whittier reiterated as he closed the door and went to his room to dress.
"Fabulous," he whispered to Irene.
Irene knew what lie was referring to and smiled at her brother. "I guess we can still have a pretty good time. When they leave we can do anything we want without being disturbed."
Michael tell a gnawing sensation in his groin at the expectation of making love to his sister for a few hours without any disturbance.
For an hour the two kids sat in Irene's room watching television, waiting for their parents to leave for where-ever it was they were going.
Finally, Mrs. Whittier opened the door and stuck her head through the crack. "We're leaving now," she told her children. "Don't go out, Irene, and Michael, I want you to be home by midnight."
Michael nodded and watched as his mother closed the door and listened for every footstep as they walked down to the living room and finally out of the house.
As soon as they heard the door closing, Michael was standing. When the sound of the car as it was being started, reached the upper floor, he began to undress.
"Well," he began, somewhat startled, when he saw that Irene wasn't making any move to remove her clothing.
"I was just thinkin', Michael," she said, quite seriously, "Do you think what we're doin' is all right?"
"Shit, yeah! I don't see anything wrong with it at all. Whatever makes you feel good is alright just as long as it doesn't interfere with anybody else, and I don't think we're interfering with anyone right now."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," she told him, as she stood up and pulled on the zipper of her dress. "Let's get everything off," she said, with a sudden change of mood, " and get goin'."
Michael smiled happily as he pulled off his pants.
Irene got on her knees and crawled over to him. She pulled down his shorts and took the soft cock into her mouth. Now she sensed the smell of both their juices, and she didn't enjoy it very much.
"Let's take a shower," she suggested.
Michael agreed, pulling off his teeshirt and socks. Now that they were both naked, and free to roam the house as they so desired, it didn't bother them to walk out into the hall and to the bathroom.
At any other time, doing that would have seemed an impossibility, but now that both parents were out, they had the house to themselves, and Michael was seriously thinking of fucking his sister on the living room floor.
"Do you know where mom and dad went?" Irene asked.
"Dad told me they were goin' to the movies," Michael explained.
Immediately, Irene did some figuring. If it took them ten minutes to get to the theater, and the movies took three hours or so, then they wouldn't be home until way after midnight, giving them more than three hours to have some fun. Irene also realized that three hours would be the most she would spend with any one guy. With Jimmy she was limited to no more than a half hour at a time, and with Mr. Allen, the most was just two hours. "This should be interesting," she thought with a smile.
They went into the bathroom and stepped into the tub. Michael turned on the water and they stood there as the clear clean water washed their bodies of the perspiration and sex juice.
They washed each other, both paying particular attention to the groin area of the other. After they were sufficiently clean, they helped dry each other and then returned to the bedroom.
"Which room do you want to use?" Michael asked.
"I don't care," she told him, leading him into her bedroom again.
Michael finally noticed his sister's breasts and when she climbed onto the bed he immediately put his mouth onto one nipple and began sucking on it.
Using his teeth, he bit onto the nipple until he made it harden. Irene was groaning from the pleasure and began humping her hips up and down, trying to tell Michael that she wanted something more.
Michael sensed the movements of her body and began to lick further down her belly. His tongue touched the light down of hair around her cunt and he could almost smell the hole. Touching her clitoris made her jump with pleasure, as she ground her groin into his face.
Acting instinctively, Michael moved further down until his lips were covering her cunt lips. Using his tongue on the opening, he forced it to spread and began licking at the soft skin within. Irene was writhing with sensual pleasure as her brother lapped at her cunt.
"Eat it out," she muttered. "Eat it out."
"Sit on my face," he told her, and she immediately did so.
Positioning her body over his face she sat down very slowly until she could feel the tongue whipping at the hole. She found it difficult to maintain that position, and was occasionally slipping down onto his face, cutting off his breath. She would quickly lift her hips, permitting his tongue to continue.
Finally, Irene felt her orgasm coming. She sat on Michael's face and squeezed her thighs around his head, twisting and rolling from side to side as the spasms rocked her body.
Michael went wild. Irene's cunt was over his mouth, dripping juice into the opening. The pressure of her body cut off all the air and he fought desperately to free himself from the vise of her legs.
Crabbing her by the hips, lie lifted her from his head and screamed at her to get off.
Slowly, painfully, she lifted one leg from his head and fell onto the bed. "That was really beautiful," she told him.
"You got your shit in my mouth and everything," he heaved, trying to force air into his lungs.
"What are you bitchin' about? I swallowed your scum and stuff. A little cuntjuice won't kill you."
"That's not what I'm complainin' about. You almost fuckin' killed me when you collapsed on my face."
"Well, you're okay now, aren't you?"
Michael nodded and went to put his finger into the opening.
"Don't do that," she advised.
"Why the fuck not?"
"That's why not," she laughed. "I want you to fuck me again."
Michael agreed and quickly mounted her, forcing the stiff cock into her hole.
Irene spread her legs as wide as possible, then threw her legs over his back and then formed a cross.
Michael's body moved up and down on hers as she moved in the opposite direction.
As Micheal fucked, he suddenly realized that there was a possibility of causing pregnancy in his sister. 'I don't think I should fuck you," he said suddenly as he stopped in mid-air, with his cock still inside her.
"What the fuck are you talkin' about?" she exclaimed, trying to pull his hips down.
"What if you get pregnant?"
"I didn't even consider that. Do you think I might get pregnant?"
"I don't know," he said, trying to keep her from pulling his hips down.
"Well, this guy I fu ... I know....told me about bags or something. Do you have any?"
Micheal never had any need of buy bags before, but told his sister that he had run out.
Irene realized that if he didn't have any protection, and if she still feared pregnancy, then she would have to make him stop, but she still wanted to feel the scum beating against her uterus.
"Forget about it, Carl,' she advised, "fuck me anyway. I don't think anything'll happen to me."
Carl agreed and slowly lowered his hips, forcing the stiff cock deeply into her. Slowly lifting and lowering his hips, the dick-head rubbed against the soft and moist skin of her vagina.
Within moments, the scum shot into her, filling the cunt with his scum. Micheal rolled from his sister and lay on the bed, rubbing his sore cock'.
For many minutes they lay on the bed, breathing heavily. Carl was experiencing the weirdest sensations he had ever had, never had he been engaged in Intercourse before, and especially with his sister.
He enjoyed it, but lie still had some qualms of conscience. And the fear of pregnancy still preyed on his mind. If there was some way to positively prevent pregnancy, he would quickly make use of it. Therefore, he knew, it was imperitive to buy some scum bags.
For the time being, however, he was still wanting to satisfy his body with his sister, and was willing to take part in anything she wanted to do.
"What else do you want to do?" Irene asked, as she slipped her hand between his legs and tickled the soft skin between his balls and his ass.
Carl, obligingly, spread his legs and permitted her fingers to enter. "How about eating out my ass?" he suggested.
Irene agreed, as she slipped out her hand and pushed Carl by his hips, making him roll over onto his stomach. She crawled from the bed and crept between his legs, as she let her mouth encompass the small hole. She licked at the tiny opening until her tongue and cheeks began to ache from the difficult position.
"Okay," Micheal declared as he closed his thighs around her head. "Now I want to do you."
Irene crawled from his legs and positioned herself Just as Micheal was recently placed on the bed. She felt as he crawled between her legs and spread her cheeks with his fingers.
A single finger poked at the opening, trying to force its way in, but the muscles contracted involuntarily, preventing him from getting any more than the tip of his finger in.
"Come on," she demanded. "Start licking it."
Micheal removed his finger and replaced it with his tongue, whipping at the tiny hole until he felt the rawness of his tongue.
"Now lick up into my cunt," she asked.
Michael removed his tongue from the hole and tried to force his way into her cunt
"Roll over," he whispered excitedly.
Irene did so, and felt as his tongue moved up her thigh and finally reach her cunt. His tongue lashed at the sore skin, forcing her to another orgasm. Irene felt spasms of light and color flashing through her brain as the sensations moved from her groin and spread throughout her entire body.
That was it, and Irene knew it. She could not withstand another orgasm. One more and she was sure to faint. The only thing she could do now was devote the last hour to her brother's body, trying to bring him to at least two more orgasms before their parents returned home.
For the final hour, Irene did nothing but enjoy the taste of her brother's cock in her mouth as she sucked on it, forcing him to three more orgasms.
The last orgasm drove him wild with passion. He crawled around the bed, scampering like a cat, as his cock throbbed violently, trying to force the scum from his sac, bur the scum would never come.
When the orgasm passed, he lay on the bed, panting heavily He was done. There was nothing left for him to give to his sister and they lay on the bed, wrapped in the arms of each other.
Sleep was trying to force itself upon the both of them, but they knew they could not succumb. Within an hour, their parents would be home and by that time they would have to have showered and act as if nothing unusual happened.
When they heard the sound of the car doors slamming, they were both safely in bed.
CHAPTER TEN
The next morning, Irene and Micheal acted as if nothing had happened the night before, but they both had signs of the strange night.
When Micheal went to urinate, his cock was screaming with pain. The head was raw, and felt as if it had cut by a razor blade.
Irene, as well, was having her own difficulties. Her cunt ached from the constant beating it received from her brother's cock and the beating which Mr. Allen had given it the afternoon before.
But Irene was still wanting more. She was seriously taking into consideration Mr. Allen's suggestion that she get it from her cousins as well.
The only problem, however, was that she would rarely see her cousins, and had only four people she knew of that she could fuck with: Mr. Allen, whom she couldn't see on Saturdays; Micheal, who looked as if he had it the night before-he couldn't even get a cockstand now; Carl, Jimmy's brother, was a good bet, and Jimmy himself, who, even though lie was the youngest of the bunch would also like to do it. .
"If," she thought, "only if some of my cousins would just come over, I would really show diem that I've grown up alright."
Mr. Allen, meanwhile, was in his bed, playing with his stiff cock as he thought about Irene. He wanted to have Irene again; to bring her to his bed and shove his cock deeply into her cunt.
His big prick stood upright and throbbed each time he imagined himself sticking it into the girl. He wanted so desperately to get his cock into that girl, but he knew it was impossible.
As he thought he involuntarily rubbed the cock with his hand, and unknowingly freed it from his pants. Throbbing violently, he pulled the sheet from his bed and began to masturbate himself with total abandon. Within minutes, the scum came spurting from his organ and began to shoot out onto his naked body.
Temporarily relieved, he climbed from bed and went to take his shower.
"Irene, Irene," he muttered softly to himself. If she were only a few years older, he would marry her immediately, if, he added, she wasn't so fuckln' promiscuous.
Irene, as Mr. Allen showered and thought about her, was thinking about getting fucked by someone-anyone as long as he had a cock big enough to spread the lips she could enjoy herself.
Alter breakfast, she approached her brother, but he refused, stating that his cock hurt too much. If she wanted to do anything, she would have to wait at least until the following day.
Irene, therefore, was forced to go to Jimmy's house and try him. Even though it had been more than three weeks since she last saw him, she knew she could get whatever she wanted from him.
She dressed quickly and left the house, hoping to find him at home. If he wasn't home, she could always to go his brother.
When she reached the house she was afraid of going to the door. If his parents came to the door, she would find it difficult to explain her reasons for being there. For nearly an hour she did nothing but walk back and forth in front of the house, hoping that either of the boys would walk out, or at least see her walking there.
Finally, she saw Jimmy standing at the window. She nodded to him to come out, and he nodded back. Within minutes he was out In front of the house with Irene.
"What are you doin' here?" he asked.
"I came by to see you. I've not seen you in a few weeks...."
"Three weeks," he interrupted.
"Well ... and I wanted to see you again."
"How come?"
"Because I want to 'play' with you," she said emphasising the word 'play'.
"Well, we can't do anything today. My parents are both home, and I'm expecting company. How about going someplace."
"Such as?"
"I don't know of any places around here that would be safe enough."
"What about your cellar?"
"Are you crazy!"
"Why?"
"What if someone came downstairs? They'd kill us if they found us fuckin' around."
"Oh, well," she muttered, quite depressed. "I guess we'll just have to forget about the whole thing."
"Listen, Irene, you can come into the house if you want for awhile. I'll just tell my parents that you're a friend of mine and they won't say a thing."
Irene agreed to go with him. She followed him into the house and saw Jimmy's brother in the doorway.
"Hello," he said.
She nodded to him, taking a quick glance at his crotch and making sure he followed her eyes. The three of them went into the living room and sat on the couch. Jimmy's parents came into the living room and said hello to the girl, asking who she was. The boys explained that she was a friend of theirs, and left it at that.
Both boys wanted to get her in some way. Jimmy was thinking about letting her blow him, but his brother was more interested in fucking her.
They both thought about ways of doing It, but realized it was impossible. They were stuck in the house because relatives were supposed to come, and couldn't take her downstairs and play with her.
For more than an hour they talked, until Jimmy's mother came into the living room and told the boys that their aunt was coming over and that she, his parents, and their uncle were going into the city to do some shopping, and that their cousins would be staying with them until they returned.
The boys nodded, knowing that soon they would have the whole house to themselves to play with the girl. A bit later the bell rang and Jimmy's mother went to let in her sister, her brother-in-law, and her newphews in. The boys entered behind the adults. One was seventeen and the other was only twelve.
The boys knew that Irene was willing to take anyone, and the prospect of having a seventeen year old boy, Pete, fuck her, made her juices start flowing.
The only problem was getting rid of the twelve year old. He might not understand, and he could prove to be a problem to them.
When the adults finally left the house to go to the city, Jimmy and his brother took Pete by the arm and led him into the kitchen.
"This chick sucks cock," Jimmy told Pete.
Pete stood there with his mouth open. "Are you kidding me?" he exclaimed.
Jimmy and his brother both shook their heads 'no' and took him back to the living room. As they entered the room, Pete asked Jimmy: "What the fuck are we gonna do with my little brother? We can't let him know about what's goin' on. He might get suspicious or something."
"Well, what the hell are we gonna do with him?" Jimmy's brother exclaimed.
"I don't know. Maybe we can get him interested in something in the basement while the three of us are upstairs with the girl."
The three of them agreed upon Jimmy's suggestion and then sat down on the couch. Jimmy whispered to Irene that his parents were gone for the afternoon, and that now he could really enjoy her.
She looked into his eyes and simply smiled. He knew she was giving him a 'yes' answer, and asked her to come upstairs with him. Irene followed him to his bedroom as Carl and Pete told Joel to go downstairs to the basement and play with Jimmy's model planes.
Joel saw Irene and Jimmy go upstairs and had a vague idea of what was taking place, but still said he would go downstairs. But in the back of his mind he had other plans.
He went downstairs and waited until the two boys closed the cellar door. As soon as the door was closed he ran up to the top of the steps and waited until he heard Carl and Pete climb the steps to the second floor.
The young boy opened the door and crept to the foot of the staircase, waiting for the opportune moment to go up.
In the bedroom, Irene and Jimmy already had their clothes off, with Irene's mouth around Jimmy's cock. The different sensations of having a small cock in her mouth made it even more enjoyable, and she sucked even harder on it until he shot into her mouth.
After he ejaculated, she continued sucking on it until it began to hurt.
"Take it easy," Jimmy demanded as he pulled his stiff cock from her mouth.
Irene released the prick and then moved to his balls. She sucked and licked them. The young girl was under the impression that the door was locked-she heard the click and assumed it was done, but Jimmy left the door unlocked so that Carl and Pete could come In.
As she sucked on both balls, the door opened and there was Pete and Carl, staring at the strange sight.
"What's goin' on here?" Pete demanded as he walked into the room.
Irene released his balls and crawled around the bed, trying to hide herself. Jimmy, however, didn't move. Instead he just sat there with his stiff cock standing upright.
She knew the whole thing was planned when she saw Jimmy smiling at the two boys, and decided to just take the whole thing in stride. Crawling from behind the bed she sat down, taking Jimmy's cock into her hand and manipulating it.
"What do you two want in here?" she demanded, giving the head of Jimmy's cock a hard squeeze.
"I heard some funny sounds," Pete exclaimed. "Like someone sucking on something," he laughed.
Irene ignored the two boys, and simply to irritate them, she knelt on the floor and took Jimmy's cock into her mouth and began sucking on it, quite loudly.
The boys stared at the sight, feeling their cocks stiffening. They wanted to have her suck on diem also, but didn't want to force her. If they tried anything, it would only cause a lot of trouble. Pete's brother might hear them and come running up, and even if he didn't she might go out and say she was raped by the three boys..
Jimmy lay back on the bed, thrusting his hips into the air which forced the cock into her mouth even further.
Moving her mouth in a fucking motion, she knew that it was getting the boys excited. Finally, she let the cock from her mouth and looked up at the boys. "Well, what do you want?"
"I ... I ... I....SHIT!!" Pete exclaimed, as he pulled open his pants, exposing a big, stiff cock.
"What about it?" Irene asked, referring to the big swaying organ.
"Will you ... uh....you know ... do it ... uh ... to me ... too....you know what I mean?"
"Why should I do it to you?" she demanded. "I don't even know you?"
"You don't know me, but I think I can enjoy it, too. I got a bigger cock than him, and a lot more comes out."
"Do you really want me to do it to you?" she asked, acting a little surprised.
Pete nodded and approached her.
"Good, then. If you want me to do that to you than you gotta eat me out first."
Pete looked at Jimmy and then at Carl, looking for some kind of assistance, but there was none to be found. Both brothers knew that if that was all that was required for a blow job, they would quickly agree.
Finally, Jimmy nodded to Pete to accept the offer. The seventeen year old shrugged his shoulders and quickly removed all his clothing. Carl followed and within moments there were four naked people in the room.
Pete lay on his back on the floor, with his head between Irene's legs, as she sucked on Jimmy's cock. Carl had nothing to do, so he took Pete's cock into his hand and began to rub it.
Irene removed her mouth from Jimmy's cock and told Carl to take his place. Within seconds Carl was on the bed, with his cock in Irene's mouth.
It took Carl only a few minutes of having his cock sucked before he blew his load into her mouth. She swallowed it all, squeezing the stem to get out every drop.
After she had her orgasm, she told Pete to change places with Carl. Pete went wild with excitement as his cock was being sucked by the girl.
Unknown to all of them was the fact that little twelve year old Joel was standing in the hallway, listening to them make all their sucking sounds.
Tentatively, he crept to the door and stood there for a second before pushing it open an inch. He peeked through the crack and saw Irene sucking on his brother's cock, as Carl was beneath her, eating her cunt.
His tiny cock immediately stiffened to erectness, and he pushed the door open a bit further, until his head was all the way in.
"What the fuck are you doin' in here!?" Jimmy exclaimed as he tried to cover his erect organ with his hands.
"I thought I heard something going on in here, so I came to investigate."
The four of them were running around the room, trying to find things with which to hide their nakedness. Joel was blushing from embarrassment, but he still walked into the room, trying to appear calm at the scene.
"What....what were you all doin' in here?" he asked.
Irene was the most composed of the bunch and simply said: "I was sucking on everybody's cock, that's all we were doing."
"Oh," he muttered, as he walked up to her. "Can....can....I ... uh ... watch?" he whispered.
Irene laughed. She realized she wasn't much older than the boy, and really couldn't see anything wrong with letting him watch, but the three other boys were quite embarrassed. They couldn't say anything, but only clutched the clothes tighter around their bodies, as their once-stiff cocks almost disappeared from view.
"Okay," he was told by Irene. "You can watch if you want to, but you're gonna have to take off all....all your clothes."
"Why do I have to take off my clothes?"
"Because when we're havin' an orgy, you just can't be sitting around with all the things on while everyone else is running around naked.
Joel suddenly felt even more embarrassed. He didn't like to take off his clothes when there were boys around, let alone a girl.
"If you don't take off your clothes, then you'll have to leave."
Joel, however, was too interested in seeing what was going on to worry about being naked. With a shrug of his shoulders, he began to undress, watching as Irene dropped the cloth she was using to cover her body. His eyes opened wide and his cock throbbed when he saw her breasts and the crevice between Irene's legs.
"Come on, boys," Irene demanded as she pulled the clothes from in front of them. "The little one won't bite you."
They dropped their clothes and slowly walked to the bed where Irene was sitting. Their organs were still flaccid, and they all knew it would take awhile before the embarrassment would bypass diem before they could get a good erection again.
The only one who didn't have any trouble with his erection was little Joel. His stiff little organ was swaying in front of him, as he stared at Irene.
Irene noticed that die three other boys were still soft and motioned to Joel to come to her. "As long as they can't do anything for awhile, I might as well do something with you."
Joel approached her and stood directly in front of her with his stiff little cock aimed at her face. His face was burning up, but he was still hard.
Irene took the stiff little cock into her hand, remarked that it was much smaller than the others, but could still serve her purpose. "Did you ever jerk off before?" she asked, as she took the head between her fingers and began to roll it around.
Blushing even more, she slowly nodded.
"Did anything ever come out when you did it?"
He nodded again.
"Fabulous," Irene exclaimed.
"What....why....how come you wanted to know?"
Joel stuttered.
"Didn't you see what I was doin' to your brother when you walked in?"
"Yah, so what?"
"Wouldn't you like me to do that to you, too?"
Joel nodded and allowed Irene to pull him by the hips until his cock was only an inch from her mouth.
"Well," she began, "you'd better get ready. This might feel strange until you get used to it"
Joel didn't know what to expect, but as soon as he saw the girl open her mouth, his organ went wild. It never reached her mouth.
Suddenly, and without warning to either of them, the cock began spurting scum all over Irene's lace. Alter the first two spurts, she grabbed the cock and shoved it into her mouth.
Joel ejaculated less, much less, than any other boy she had sucked, but, to Irene, it tasted sweeter. It was the scum of a young boy, and it was the first time he ever had it like that and lie couldn't control himself.
After the organ stopped throbbing, she pulled it from her mouth, and looked up into his glassy eyes. "Did you like that?"
"I....I'm sorry."
"What are you sorry about?" Irene asked.
"For getting my stuff all over your face," Joel was obviously embarrassed, and failed to mention that Irene had also let him shoot into her mouth, and then swallow it.
"Don't worry about it," she laughed. "I've got other things to worry about besides your scum."
One by one, all the boys were given the opportunity to shoot into her mouth.
After more than a hour of letting the boys stay with their cocks in her mouth, Irene decided that she wanted something more. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. With her finger, she pointed at the slit, and nodded at the boys.
"What me to eat it out?" asked Pete.
"I want you to fuck it," she said.
Without a word, the three oldest boys were lighting to climb up on top of here. Irene closed her legs to prevent diem from entering, yelling at them to take it easy.
They all withdrew and stood there waiting for her to decide which boy she wanted first.
"I'll take," she began, then paused for a few seconds, rubbing her chin with her hand. "I'll take Joel first."
The three boys looked at each other and then to Joel, giving him an angry look for being in her favor.
"What do you want me to do?" Joel asked.
"You mean to tell me that you've never fucked a girl before?"
"No. Never. I mean I've only started to jerk off a few months ago."
"I bet all these big boys have fucked lots o' girls before, haven't you, boys?"
The all nodded in unison, even though the only one who was telling the truth was Pete. Carl and Jimmy had never had a girl before, and felt really down knowing that a stinking little twelve year old brat would be de-virginized before them. When they were twelve all they ever did was jerk off, and nothing else.
"Well," Irene continued. "I want to teach Joel how to do it before I get to any of you."
She motioned to Joel to kneel between her outstretched legs. "Now come down on me and put your cock into the slit between my legs."
Joel lowered his body until the tip of his erect, aching cock was pressing against her pubic hairs. He poked about a few times, but couldn't find the hole and she was forced to take the cock into her hand and direct him to it. As soon as the tip of the prick was inside the opening, Joel instinctively pressed down and felt the full length, which was just about three inches long, slide into the cunt.
Irene directed him to hump up and down. As he did, the tip of the tiny cock pressed against the inside walls of .her vagina, exciting the cock even further. Within moments, the cock began to spurt. To Irene the sensation was almost nothing compared to the pounding feelings Mr. Allen gave her, or even the feelings which her brother gave her.
After he was finished she invited the three other boys to take care of her in the same manner, which they very obligingly did.
After all four boys had fucked her, each depositing his scum on top of the previous boy, Irene suddenly decided to stop.
"What the matter with you?" they asked, as they wiped their cocks clean of the scum.
"I want you guys to do something for me, now."
"Such as?"
"I want one guy to lick out my ass, another guy to lick on my cunt, and the other two to suck on my nipples."
For twenty minutes the four boys took care of the young girl, bringing her to orgasm after orgasm. On the last orgasm, the boys were forced to hold her down, as she kicked and twisted from the intensity of the orgasm.
"That's enough, boys," she told them, rubbing her sore cunt. She then took each boy and fellated him until one by one, they had all ejaculated into her open mouth. Jimmy was the only one who didn't want to shoot into her mouth. As soon as he felt the scum ready to pour out, he pulled the cock from her mouth and twisted her head around, putting the Up of his organ Into her ear. Lightly rubbing the head against her ear, the cock exploded, depositing spurt alter spurt of the milky white fluid into her ear.
Irene went wild with excitement at the unusual way of being fucked, and as the scum shot into her ear, she had another orgasm.
After the final ejaculation, the boys, as well as Irene was totally incapable of doing anything more. They were completely exhausted, and the only impulse they had now was to sleep. But it had already been three hours since the boys' parents left, and they were due to return home very shortly.
They all showered and dressed, returning to the living room just as the adults walked in.
"Did you have a good time?" Joel's mother asked.
"The best time of my life," he answered.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Irene returned home that afternoon to find a message from Mr. Allen. He found the number in the phone book and called Irene's parents.
The young teacher told her that Irene was supposed to come to his apartment to pick up some work for school, and that she had never arrived. He asked if Mrs. Whittier would remind Irene to come over and get the work. He gave her the address and told her mother to make sure she came over to get the work before it got too late.
Mrs. Whittier said she would definitely tell Irene, and left a message for the young girl to go to his apartment immediately.
Irene was overjoyed. She wanted to be lucked by Mr. Allen more than anyone else in the world, and hoped that it was for that reason he had called. She grabbed the address and ran from the house. She had to take a bus to his apartment and in just twenty minutes she was there. She ran up the steps and knocked on his door.
Mr. Allen opened the door, smiling when he saw Irene standing there. They said their hellos, then Mr. Allen picked her up, lifting her from the ground and kissed her passionately on the lips.
"I've missed you, Irene,' he whispered.
"Well, I've missed you, too." she told him.
"I called earlier this afternoon, but your mother said you were out. Damn, it's already six-thirty in the evening, and I've been going crazy waiting for you to return to me."
"Did you really miss me that much?" she asked in surprise that a man could really be so attracted to such a young girl.
"I experience an erection every time I think of you. This morning I was thinking of you and I had to jerk myself off."
"It sounds weird," she said, as she let her hands slide down his back and into his pants.
"Let's make love," Mr. Allen suggested.
Without any answer, Irene freed herself from his grip and quickly stripped. She stopped the teacher from taking off his clothes. "I want to do it for you," she told him. Removing each piece one at a time, she lingered for a long time on the area she exposed.
Finally, she removed his shorts, exposing the still cock. .She took it into her mouth and rested her body alongside of his. Irene sucked on the cock for a very long time, teasing it rather than trying to excite it. Mr. Allen was coining up very slowly, and after a half hour, the cock was begging for release.
"Finish it," he begged.
Irene began to work furiously on the head of the cock, moving her head in a fucking motion,, which caused the cock to rub against her tongue and the hard palate. Suddenly, the organ began to spurt and spurt and spurt. Scum poured from the cock, shooting faster than Irene could swallow. It seemed to the young girl that the cock would never stop shooting, as more scum spurted out. The salty, bitter taste in her mouth made her groin ache, but she could not have another orgasm. She fought it and was successful.
As soon as Irene released the cock from her mouth, Mr. Allen wished to fuck her. Although she didn't want to do it, she felt obligated to the man she loved.
After the ejaculation into her cunt, Mr. Allen rolled over, taking Irene with him. His cock was still inside her body, and they lay there with Irene on top of her teacher.
"You know," began Mr. Allen. "I really think I'm starting to fall in love with you."
She glanced into his eyes, and he looked as if he was serious.
"I really mean it, Irene. I do love you. I love you so much that all of a sudden I don't give a shit about anything in the world except you. I want to live with you forever and ever. I want to have you every day and make love to you a dozen times a day. You'll be mine, and no one else will have you, and no one else will have me.
"Yesterday," he continued, "when you told me that you hadn't had your period, I got scared and told you to luck with your brother and cousins and shit. I wanted you to get it from them, also. That way, if you really were pregnant, the blame wouldn't fall on me because I would tell you any time a girl fucked with a relative, she would automatically become pregnant. You would have believed me. I know you would have. Now I wish I hadn't told you that, and hope you didn't do it...."
"I did," interrupted Irene. "I did it with my brother all day yesterday, and then today I got it from four different guys between the ages of twelve and seventeen."
"But ... but did you really enjoy it with them?"
"I enjoyed it, I guess. It felt good and exciting and stuff, but it felt different then when I did it with you. Anyway," she continued, "your cock is a hell of a lot bigger and it feels better going in."
"My cock!" he laughed as he kissed her passionately on the lips. "I love you," he whispered. "I love you one hell of a lot."
"But there's nothing we can do about it. Not really. I mean, you're twenty-two and I'm only fourteen years old. I'd marry you tomorrow if I could, but it's impossible."
"It may be impossible for us to marry each other, but there's nothing stopping us from living together."
"How can we live together? My parents would never understand why I'm coming over here so much...."
"I'm not talking about having your parents know. The only way we can do it is if we run away together someplace and just live together.
"We can't do that. I mean, how could you explain it to people why we're living together? What could we tell them?"
"We could tell them that, that ... you and I are brother and sister or something like that."
"But where would we live? What would we live on?"
"I don't know where we'd live. Maybe we could move out to a small town out in the Midwest. I could easily get a job doing something, and you could keep on going to school, but that way you'd come home every night and find me there waiting for you and we could make love whenever we want. No one would ever bother us...."
"But I think they would. They would know your game and they would know what we look like. You'd never be able to get a job."
"Okay, then. We have to do it another way. If I only had enough money saved up we....Wait a minute!"
"What's the matter?" Irene asked excitedly.
"You know how those hippies live? On those communes? Everybody lives together, nobody asks any questions. Everything is Just natural. It'll cost very little money to live like that. Only a few dollars a week. All I have to do is save up whatever money I make in the next few months until the school year is over. Then I could sell everything I own and I bet we'd have a few thousand dollars. A few thousand dollars would to a long way on a commune. Maybe a few years. Then I could return, you'd be old enough to get married, and then everything would work out okay. How does it sound to you?"
"It sounds good to me, I guess. I mean, I don't really want to leave home and stuff, but I want to be with you. I want you to love me every day."
"I want it that way too, but the only way we can have it that way Is if we do like I say-especially if you're pregnant."
"Do you think I'm pregnant?"
"I don't know. We'll have to wait a while to see if you have your next period. If you don't, then we'll have to run away anyway, so we might as well make plans for it"
"I guess you're right," she said.
"Will you go away with me? We'll go in only a few months. By that time you'll know definitely whether or not you're pregnant, and we can work from there."
"Will you go with me?" he begged.
Irene didn't know what to tell him. She was confused and a bit scared. Within her, she could feel the soft cock starting to grow inside her. It strained against the sides of her vagina, making it taut.
Mr. Allen was getting excited over the prospect of living with this little girl, and his cock was showing the signs of excitement.
He asked again. "Will you go with me?"
As the cock began to slide in and out of her cunt she knew she had to give him only one answer.
"Alright...." she whispered. "Alright ... I ... I ... will go with you."
