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 Story Code: bf, cons, first, ped

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   Once in awhile in your life, the planets align and good luck smiles on
you.  That's what happened to me--it was Friday, June 30, 1961, and I was
12 years old.  It's a date which is forever stuck in my mind, because there
are some dates you never forget; it was the day I lost my virginity.  My
memory of the event is as vivid today as if it happened yesterday.

   I frequently reminisce about growing up in the early 1960's and that
date in particular.  Things were a lot different back then--nearly everyone
watched TV on black and white televisions--color TV didn't become popular
until the mid- to late sixties.  Instead of listening to our favorite music
on iPods, we listened to vinyl records on a phonograph or turned on the
radio.  The idea of landing men on the moon was just a science fiction
dream.  Home computers and mobile phones had yet to be invented.  Most
homes had just a single phone--you were limited by the length of the phone
cord in how far you could move from it.  Gasoline cost about thirty cents a
gallon; a twelve-ounce Coca-Cola was a dime, and it came in a glass bottle.

   Television programs of that era had parents sleeping separately in twin
beds.  Because of advertising rules, erectile dysfunction or birth control
advertisements wouldn't have been permitted in magazines or on TV in those
days.  The "Pill" wasn't generally available to women in 1961, since it had
been approved only a year earlier.  Men had to ask the pharmacist for
condoms, because they were sold from behind the counter.

   We didn't have sex education in the schools, and we certainly didn't
have the Internet to view porn images or watch videos like teenagers do
today.  The sex education most teens received was by word of mouth from
friends, and plenty of that was wrong.

   Back to my story--I was a scrawny kid, only a couple inches taller than
my eight-year-old brother, David.  I was also the smallest boy in my class,
so instead of playing organized sports, I spent a lot of time reading books
and building model airplanes.

   In my family, I led a sheltered life.  My parents never discussed sex
with me, so my knowledge of the subject was almost nil until I was nearly
ready for seventh grade.  I knew girls had a slit between their legs, but
I'd never seen one.  I think maybe I'd seen a topless female native in the
National Geographic Magazine, but that was the extent of my knowledge of
girls' anatomy.  Like many youngsters and teens of the time, I was curious
about sex and learned about it through (in a manner of speaking) hands-on
experience.

   Dad was a restaurant equipment salesman, and his sales area covered four
Midwestern states, so he traveled frequently.  Mom worked three days a week
as a bookkeeper at the local hardware store.  As a result, my parents hired
a teenage girl, Marla Simmons, to watch David and me after school and when
mom and dad weren't home.  Sometimes Marla watched us on weekend evenings
when dad and mom went out on Friday or Saturday nights.

   Marla had watched us so often that it was difficult to remember when she
didn't--I think she began watching us when I was about eight.  Both David
and I enjoyed Marla's company, because she played games with us and let us
get away with things that mom or dad didn't allow.  Besides that, she was
cute and smart.  I'd seen her grow from a tomboy with braces into a lovely
young woman.

   Marla always inquired about what David and I were learning in school. 
She said she wanted to become a school teacher, and we were her guinea
pigs. She tutored me in math, helped me with homework, and tested me on my
spelling words.  She also taught me to play chess.  When Marla watched us
during the evening, she read us a couple chapters from well-known classics
like Tom Sawyer or Alice in Wonderland before sending us to bed.  I
genuinely missed Marla when she went home.

   A couple months short of my thirteenth birthday, my hormones had just
kicked in.  I'd had a wet dream or two and didn't understand what the
sticky goo in my pajamas was all about.  I also began having spontaneous
erections that always seemed to occur at the most embarrassing moments. 
Marla liked to tease me, and when she noticed I had an erection, she'd
giggle and point, then say something to me like, "Bobby's got a boner
again." I tried hiding them the best I could, but the summer shorts mom
bought for me always seemed to be too small in the crotch.

   My body was being flooded with testosterone, I'm sure, because I started
to take an interest in girls.  Unfortunately, most of the girls my age were
flat-chested, had legs like soda straws, and weren't very sexy.  On the
other hand, Marla was sixteen, going on seventeen, and had a shapely female
figure.  Her voluptuous anatomy captured my attention, but she was far, far
out of my league.  That didn't stop me from developing a crush on her,
though.

   I don't recall specifically when I became infatuated with Marla, but I
remember having naughty dreams about her large, grapefruit-sized tits.  She
was a touchy-feely girl who frequently gave me shoulder or back rubs while
she stood behind me helping with my homework.  Occasionally, I'd feel her
tits press against my back when she leaned down to point out an error on my
homework.  Every once in awhile I'd make an intentional mistake just so
she'd bend down and I could feel those warm globes against my back again.

   Sometimes, she gave me a hug before she went home.  The fact that Marla
was much taller than me meant that one of her hugs would put my cheek on
one of her soft warm tits, which were huge for her slim body frame.  I'm
not sure if she did that on purpose, but anyway, I loved those, and they
made me feel all tingly inside.  Long after she was gone, I could close my
eyes and recall her touch, the smell of her perfume, her pretty face, her
painted toenails, her long silky hair, and the feel of her soft tits.

   In the 1960's, pop radio stations often played a song titled, "Earth
Angel." I'd listen to that song on my bedroom radio and imagine being alone
with Marla.

   My desire to share time alone with Marla unexpectedly came true when I
learned dad and mom were going to a reception and dinner in Chicago the
next weekend for dad to receive a regional sales award from his company. 
Mom told me while they were gone, Marla was scheduled to watch David and me
from Friday noon through Sunday evening.

   This was the first time she'd been hired to watch us overnight.  It
meant I'd be able to spend time with Marla nearly the entire weekend.  It
was the best news I could imagine, and Friday couldn't come soon enough.

   I sat by the front window most of Friday morning, anticipating Marla's
arrival.  A little after eleven, I saw her mother's Ford Fairlane pull into
our driveway.  I couldn't wait--I bolted out the front door and greeted
Marla as she stepped from the car.  She bent down and gave me a body hug
like I was a long-lost friend.

   Words just started tumbling from my mouth, "Marla, will you make us a
root beer float tonight?  Can you pitch the softball to David and me?  I'd
like it if you'd read us a couple more chapters of Through the Looking
Glass."

   "Calm down, Bobby," she said.  "We have all weekend."

   I helped her get her overnight case out of the car and carried it into
the house.  Marla also carried some clothing on hangers.  She waved to her
mom as she pulled out of the driveway.  Once inside, my mom met Marla in
the hallway and showed her where she could hang her clothing in the closet.

   While dad packed the car for their trip, mom had a meeting with Marla,
David, and me.  Mom said, "Boys, I want you to behave and do what Marla
says.  I don't want to hear that you disobeyed her while we're gone."

   She told Marla since it was summer vacation, David didn't have to be in
bed until 9 PM, and I could stay up an hour later.  Mom informed us Marla
was going to sleep downstairs in mom and dad's bed (we didn't have a guest
bedroom in our modest, Midwestern three-bedroom home).  David and I each
had our own upstairs bedroom with a single bed.

   While mom ran through a list of "do's" and "don'ts," like, "Brush your
teeth twice a day--Don't stay up beyond your bedtime," and so on, my
attention became focused on Marla.  I feasted my eyes on the cute, sexy
teenager.  Her long brunette ponytail hung several inches below her
shoulders.  She had a radiant smile, and when she smiled, there was a
dimple on her left cheek.  Her eyes were as blue as the summer sky; her
eyelashes were long and dark.  My eyes roamed over Marla's wide hips,
narrow waist, and large soft tits.

   Mom's instructions faded into the air as I daydreamed about Marla.  She
was athletic (she played tennis).  When I hit the softball she pitched, I
liked watching her tits bounce up and down as she ran to catch it.  I hoped
we could do that again this weekend.  I could feel an erection pushing down
the leg of my shorts.

   As I daydreamed, I recalled visiting the Simmons' house a about three
weeks earlier, playing chess on the kitchen table with Marla's younger
brother, Mike, who was my age.  While we were playing, the wall phone rang,
and Mike picked it up.  He yelled to Marla, who was sunbathing on the back
porch, that her boyfriend, Steve, had called.  Marla came in wearing her
bikini.  She had to slide between me and the wall to get to the phone, and
I felt her tit bump against my arm.  I'm sure she didn't do it on purpose,
but being an almost-teenager, the sexual side of my brain was on a
hair-trigger.  It took just a few seconds until I felt an erection expand
quarter-inch by quarter-inch down my shorts.

   Marla sat down at the end of the table, totally ignoring me, talking
with Steve.  I couldn't help but notice how her large, teardrop-shaped tits
nearly spilled out of her bra.  Her bikini was solid yellow, and the way
the light hit it, I could see bumps where her nipples pushed the fabric
outward.  As I sat there, I wondered how Marla looked naked.  That made my
erection even harder.

   Sorry, I digressed.  After mom finished giving us her instructions, we
had lunch, then dad and mom left for Chicago.  In the afternoon Marla
pitched the softball to David and me for awhile.  Marla's tits seemed to be
on springs.  I'm sure Marla couldn't jump rope, because if she'd tried,
she'd have killed herself with those big tits slapping her in the face. 
Watching Marla's tits bounce up and down was more fun than trying to hit
the ball.

   It was a sweltering day, and we didn't have air conditioning, so Marla
suggested we change into our swimsuits and cool off with the hose.  Marla
arrived outside first and turned on the faucet.  When I stepped out the
back door, she blasted me with a jet of cold water.  I saw she was wearing
her yellow bikini--the same one I'd seen her wearing three weeks before.  I
think the only reason I didn't get an erection was because of the cold
water.

   David and I cowered behind the rose trellis to keep from getting
sprayed. I whispered to David that if I ran to the left, and if he waited
for a few seconds, I could gain Marla's attention, then he could run to the
right around the trellis behind her and grab her bikini bottom.  That would
distract her, and we could take the hose away from her.  My plan worked. 
When David touched the bottom of her swimsuit, Marla screamed and dropped
the hose.  I picked up the nozzle and gave her a good soaking.  The cold
water really made her nipples stand up.  Marla called a truce, so we quit
spraying one another, dried off, and went back inside.

   Marla said since it was hot, we all could stay in our swimsuits the
remainder of the day.  David wanted to play Monopoly, so Marla set up the
game on the living room floor under the ceiling fan.

   Marla curled her ankles under her as she sat across the board from me.
The view from my position was superb.  Her perky nipples had stayed erect
since I sprayed her.  After a few minutes, her sitting position apparently
wasn't comfortable, because she loosely crossed her legs and leaned
backward against the sofa, facing me.  The crotch of her bikini caught my
attention.  It was the first time I had ever seen a camel toe (I didn't
know it was called a camel toe until several years later) and my cock
reacted instinctively.  When I thought she wasn't looking, I stole glimpses
of her camel toe.  It was prominent, just a little more than four feet
away. I wished I could see it uncovered, without the bikini bottom.  Then I
noticed a few stray, dark curly hairs peeking out the side of her swimsuit.
I had to readjust my swimsuit several times, and Marla gave me a knowing
smile.  I'm sure she knew she was causing my "problem," and I think she
enjoyed it.

   When I rolled the dice, I'd roll them so they stopped on my side of the
board.  That way, Marla had to lean forward to reach the dice, and I'd get
a good look at her tits.  The bumps on the front of her bra looked as if
she was hiding a gumdrop in each bra cup.  When she leaned back, I had
another excellent glimpse of her camel toe, causing me to have a nearly
constant erection.  I went bankrupt, but didn't care--watching sexy Marla
was worth it.

   Mom left a casserole meal for us, so all Marla needed to do was heat it
in the oven and make a salad for our dinner.  Mom would never have let us
eat dinner in our swimsuits like Marla did, nor to have an extra scoop of
ice cream in a root beer float.

   After dinner, we watched a John Wayne cowboy movie on TV.  About 8:30
PM, Marla told David it was time for his bath before he went to bed.  He
said he wanted to stay up to see the end of the movie, but Marla reminded
him that mom had set his bed time at 9 PM.  She filled the bath tub and
bathed him before she led him upstairs.

   Meanwhile, the movie was getting exciting.  Marla came downstairs and
said, "David's asleep.  I'll put your pajamas in the bathroom.  I'm going
to bathe now."

   "Okay," I responded absently.

   I really didn't care, since I was more interested in the movie.  John
Wayne was fighting off some stage coach robbers.

   About twenty minutes later, Marla came from the bathroom, barefoot,
wearing a short, white terrycloth bathrobe.  She was drying her long hair
with a bath towel.  As she passed by, I caught a whiff of mom's vanilla
bubble bath.  She dropped the towel on the floor, and when she bent over to
pick it up, I caught a quick glimpse of her from behind.  I saw the bottom
half of her bare butt cheeks and a hairy cleft just in front of them.  It
was the first time I'd ever seen a girl's slit.  Instantly, my cock
stiffened, and there wasn't anything I could do to stop it.

   I didn't dare tell her what I'd seen, because I really liked Marla, and
didn't want to embarrass her.  Dropping her towel really could have been an
accident, so I said, "Marla, you smell like a giant vanilla bean."

   Marla sat down next to me and I could feel the warmth of her thigh as it
pressed against mine.

   "I had to try your mom's bubble bath.  I like the smell of it."

   "I heard dad tell mom that when she smelled of bubble bath, it made him
horny."

   "Does it make you horny?"

   "I don't know what horny is, but you smell nice," I said.

   "Horny means you're feeling randy."

   'Randy' wasn't in my vocabulary any more than 'horny' was, so I didn't
think her explanation of 'horny' helped much.

   Marla looked down at the front of my swimsuit, smiled, and said, "Yeah,
from the bulge I see there, you're horny.  All boys are horny.  I saw you
had a boner nearly the entire time we played Monopoly this afternoon."

   So having a boner was what she called 'horny.' I could always depend on
Marla to learn something new.

   I glanced at her robe; her belt had loosened around her middle, and the
front didn't quite come together near the bottom.  I'd totally lost
interest in the cowboy movie, but I acted like I was still watching it.

   When a commercial came on, I continued looking at the TV screen, but now
that I knew Marla wasn't wearing underwear, I tried getting a peek at her
crotch.  I made several stealthy glances hoping to see her slit.  She had
spread her knees, and the front of her robe opened further.  The inside of
her thigh was visible almost to the point where her legs came together, but
my viewing angle was wrong.  My cock throbbed against the front of my
swimsuit and it became bent and uncomfortable caught in the crotch.  I
surreptitiously stuck my hand down the front of my suit to rearrange my
cock.

   Marla saw me and asked, "Bobby, are you playing with yourself?"

   I was embarrassed that I'd been caught.  "No," I said, "I had an itch."

   She rolled her eyes and gave me a disbelieving look.

   "I could scratch it for you," she teased.

   "No, it's OK now," I stammered.

   The movie came back on, and we watched it in silence.  Marla placed her
warm hand on my thigh and traced circles along the inside of it with her
fingernails.  The tickling of her fingernails kept my cock stiff.

   While we were sitting there, Marla sighed, then said, "I wish you were
Steve.  He went back home from college a couple weeks ago and won't return
until school starts.  I miss him a lot."

   "I'll be your boyfriend until then," I said.  "You're my earth angel."

   "Bobby, that is so sweet.  Besides Steve, you're my favorite boy."

   She gave me a gentle kiss on the temple and put her arm around my
shoulder.  Then she pulled me to her with my ear resting on her big soft
tit.  It reminded me of a cushy, warm pillow.  When I glanced down, I could
see a few dark curly hairs sticking out, but that's as much as I could see.

   With the arm she had around me, she gave me a hug.  We sat like that for
a couple more minutes in silence.  I really wanted a view of Marla's slit,
but was afraid I'd be caught.  Marla looked up at the clock on the mantle
and said, "Oh dear...  Look at the time.  Get up!  There's barely time for
your bath."

   Marla removed her arm from around me and stood up next to the sofa, "Get
going," she said, pulling on my arm to get me up.

   As I stood up, she retied her bathrobe and straightened her long
brunette hair over her shoulder.  Marla turned off the TV and grabbed my
shoulders, walking behind me toward the bathroom.  I went into the bathroom
and she followed me, closing the door after us.  She turned on the faucet
and began filling the tub with warm water.

   "Get undressed so you can take your bath."

   "I'm twelve years old.  I can take my own bath, thank you."

   "Not if you are going to be in bed by ten.  I'll have to help."

   She turned me so we were facing one another.  Then she knelt down,
grabbed the bottom of my swimsuit, and pulled it to the floor.  I looked
down and saw my cock was still stiff, pointing straight at her.

   Marla appeared surprised.  She looked at my cock for several seconds
with a deer in the headlights stare, but didn't say anything.  I realized
she hadn't bathed me for about three years, and my cock had grown much
bigger since then.  I turned my back to Marla, quickly stepped into the
tub, and sat down.  She lathered a washcloth with soap and gave it to me,
telling me to wash my face and neck.  She asked for the washcloth and
washed my shoulders and back.  My cock had finally calmed down.

   Reaching into the tub to wash my chest caused her bathrobe to open some.
One of her tempting tits was almost fully exposed to my view.  When she
leaned over to wash my legs, I could see a nipple.  It stood out at least
half an inch and looked like a big pink pencil eraser.  Surrounding her
nipple was a circular mound of puffy flesh that pushed her nipple outward
like a drawer knob.  Seeing her tit had an immediate effect, causing me to
have another full, throbbing erection.

   I totally lost control of it.  Within about fifteen seconds, it had
grown to its full length.  I tried covering it with my hand so Marla
wouldn't see, but she had already taken notice.

   Marla commented, "It's grown a lot since I last bathed you.  I think
it's bigger than Steve's, and he's eighteen."

   She added, "When you get a boner like that, it means you're horny.  I'll
take care of it for you."

   She grabbed the soap and gently pulled my foreskin back.  At twelve, my
foreskin was tight over the head of my cock, so when she pulled it back
over the ridge around the top of the swollen head, it gave me a sensation
that almost took my breath away as the foreskin flipped onto the rigid
shaft.  She rubbed soap on the glans and used her fingers to wash it all
around.  The tingling was so powerful, it sent shivers up and down my
spine. My cock became like one of those stiff spiral spring doorstops that
pops back to the same position when you flip it.  Then she wrapped her
thumb and forefinger around my cock and proceeded to lightly massage back
and forth along the shaft.  The warm water, combined with her hand, made my
cock harder than it had ever been before.

   "This is called a hand job," she said.

   I didn't care what it was called--I was having more pleasurable feelings
than any I'd ever had.  My stomach felt like it was going over a crest on a
roller coaster.  Butterflies were fluttering somewhere between my stomach
and crotch.

   Even though I had several erections a day, I'd never experienced
anything quite like that one.  Marla wrapped her entire hand around my cock
and began stroking it faster.  It didn't take many strokes of her soft hand
before waves of electricity flowed up and down my spine; my toes curled
under, and my mouth went dry.  I could hardly breathe.  A few seconds
later, I felt a number of sensations that grew stronger.  They radiated
from somewhere in the area of my groin throughout my entire body, and I
said, "I have to pee..."

   Marla said, "No you don't.  You're about to come."

   I didn't know what she was talking about, but the sensations kept
building.  Marla continued stroking my cock, and, second by second, it felt
even more exhilarating.

   Finally, my cock could take it no longer.  It started to throbbing and
convulsing.  The feeling was better than anything I'd ever felt--kind of
like Christmas, birthday, and the Fourth of July fireworks finale, all
wrapped into one!  It lasted ten seconds at most.  My whole body shuddered
and my chest heaved as if I had just run a hundred-yard dash.  My heart was
pounding against my rib cage; I could hear blood rushing in my ears, and I
thought I was going to pass out.

   Then I felt a twitching cramp in my left testicle, "Oww...  Oww... 
Oww..."

   Marla stopped stroking, "Bobby, what's wrong?"

   "My balls hurt."

   I reached down to feel what had caused the pain in my balls, and my
scrotum had pulled up so tight that it almost disappeared.  I yelled at
Marla, "My balls are gone!"

   She must have thought she'd hurt me and panicked.

   "Get out of the tub," she ordered.

   When I stepped out of the tub onto the bath mat, I was dripping water
everywhere.  Marla was on her knees and twisted to keep from getting wet.
As she twisted, it caused her robe to nearly come off one shoulder and it
parted in the front.  I could see almost all of one tit.  Marla's nipple
stuck out rather nicely, I thought.

   Without bothering to pull her robe in place, Marla leaned forward and
began drying me with a fluffy bath towel.  Her fully exposed tit swung back
and forth as she dried me and the nipple on it stood out like one of mom's
sewing thimbles.  I liked what I saw.

   "I don't think they're gone," she said.

   "Mom said if you play with your privates, they could fall off."

   "I think your mom was joking with you.  What happened?"

   "I had a cramp in my balls."

   "When you have a cramp, it feels better if you rub it."

   Marla felt under my cock, and gently massaged my scrotum.

   "Does this make it feel better?"

   "Oh yeah..."

   She massaged my balls for about a half-minute.

   "I'm sorry you had a pain," she said, as she rubbed my scrotum.  "When
you come, it's supposed to feel good.  That little dance your cock did in
the tub is called an orgasm.  Some people call it a climax.  It's about the
best feeling you'll ever have."

   The sensations of Marla's massage, and seeing her exposed tit, was
causing my cock to get stiff again.  My cock was bouncing with every
heartbeat.  Marla was pretty much face-to-face with it and watched it bob
up and down.

   "I see you've sprouted some pubic hair.  That means you'll soon be a
man."

   Little did I know how soon.  She put her index finger on the top of my
cock's head and pushed it down an inch or so and let her finger slip off.
It snapped right back to its original position.

   Marla giggled, "You'll make a lot of girls happy with that."

   A strange look came over her--I felt like a fat rabbit being stalked by
a hungry cougar.  She stood up and grabbed my hand.

   "Come with me.  Girls get horny too."

   I didn't understand how girls could get a boner, but before I could ask,
Marla led me naked across the hall into my parents' bedroom.  She slipped
her bathrobe off and tossed it on the back of a chair.  Illumination from
the street light streamed through the open bedroom window and cast shadows
of the lace curtains on the wall.  The hallway ceiling fixture also cast a
glow through the bedroom doorway, so I could see Marla's beautiful, slim,
naked body in the dim light.  I couldn't believe my good luck, seeing my
first real naked girl.  I got goosebumps--being naked with a naked girl was
naughtier than anything I could think of.

   Marla turned on the lamp on the nightstand and lay down on the bed.  She
scooted to the middle and asked me to lie down beside her.  As I was
getting in, she pulled my arm and I lost my balance.  I fell with my knees
next to her hip and my face next to her right tit.  I felt about as
graceful as a pig on ice, but no matter, lying next to a naked teenage girl
as cute as Marla was about as close to paradise as I could imagine.

   Marla helped me to my hands and knees, "Would you like to suck my
nipple?"

   At first, I didn't think I heard her right, but I realized I had when
she stuck her right tit in my face.  I licked it rather clumsily a couple
times and her nipple stood up like a hard pink gumdrop.

   "Mmm...," she said.  "Do that again."

   When I sucked on it, her nipple stood up just like my cock did when she
stroked it.  My good luck just continued to multiply.  I sucked on her
nipple again.

   "Oww--not so hard.  My nipples are tender."

   "Sorry, I didn't know."

   Marla drew in a deep breath through her teeth when I sucked more gently
on her nipple the next time.  She wrapped her arm around my head and pulled
it into her tit, "Bobby, that feels so good.  It makes my pussy hot."

   While sucking on her nipple, I felt her other hand slide along my belly
and it grabbed my cock.  Then she reached lower and fondled my balls. 
Paradise just ratcheted up another notch.

   She pushed my head away from her right tit and rolled onto her side,
offering me her left one.  "Tell me if this one is as good as the other."

   I gave it a try and said, "I can't tell any difference."

   Apparently my licking and sucking weren't enough for her though, because
she rolled on her back and started rubbing and pinching her nipples between
her thumb and forefingers of both hands.  Then she spread her legs and put
one hand in her crotch.  She asked me to get on my knees between her legs.
As I started moving, she moved her right leg around my butt so that now I
was on my knees facing her between her spread thighs.

   Looking down at Marla's crotch, I could see a triangular, dark brown
patch of curly hair with two puffy lips either side of a pinkish-purple
area of wrinkly skin and an upside down vee in the center.  She had a small
brown mole on the bottom of her right pussy lip.  My curiosity about the
slit girls had between their legs was a little closer to being satisfied.

   My eyes must have been as big as saucers, because when Marla saw my
expression, she asked, "Haven't you ever seen a girl's pussy?"

   I shook my head, "No, not before tonight."

   Marla lifted her knees toward her chest, spread her thighs wide, and
used her fingers to part her two puffy lips.  They separated, and between
them, the wrinkly flaps between her puffy lips appeared to be stuck
together, but then they slowly pulled apart, revealing the most amazing
sight.  I could see they were pinkish-red inside.  There was a pink wet
depression near the bottom where her inner lips came together, with a small
opening in it, just in front of her butt hole.  I figured that's where she
peed from.  Marla had little wisps of dark fuzz around her butt hole.

   "There.  Now that you've seen it, would you like to touch it?"

   Actually, I was too astounded with the view to say anything.

   "Oh, go ahead.  You enjoyed it when I touched yours, didn't you?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well, mine would feel as good as yours, if you touched it."

   I slowly reached out my shaky hand--I was about to touch a girl's slit.
My fingers finally reached her pussy lips.  Her pubic hair was a little
coarse, but her pussy lips were soft, and hotter than I expected--wetter
too--like she'd been sweating between her legs.  Marla placed her hand on
top of mine and moved a couple of my fingers into her slit.

   She let out a sigh.  "That feels nice.  You're really making my pussy
hot now."

   I had no idea what I was doing, but happy she liked it.  She moved my
hand over her pussy for maybe half a minute, then took my middle finger and
moved it deeper into her slit.  Marla let out a little moan.  I could feel
the inside of her slit was hot and wet.

   "Bobby, you can wiggle your finger."

   I wiggled it, and Marla let out a big moan.  "Yes...  Keep doing that."

   Marla's skin began to flush and I noticed a sheen of sweat breaking out
on her skin.

   "Would you like to fuck?" she asked.

   I'd heard a couple older boys laughing and talking about fucking, but
from the bits and pieces I obtained from their conversation, I really
didn't understand what it was all about.  I must have had a confused look,
because she asked, "You haven't done it before, have you?"

   "No."

   "Good.  Then I have a surprise for you.  I know you'll enjoy it."

   Who was I to argue with Marla?  Besides, mom said we should obey her.  I
couldn't imagine what kind of surprise she had.  There I was on my knees in
front of this adolescent love-machine who was rubbing a tit with one hand
and using my hand to massage her pussy with the other.

   "Let me be your teacher."

   She let go of my hand and reached down, grabbed my cock, and started
gently stroking it.  It was already at attention, so she said, "Lean
forward."

   Marla put her feet behind my butt and pulled me toward her, guiding my
cock toward her pussy.  I felt the head bump against her hot, wet pussy
lips; there was a little pressure, then it just popped into her.  She did
it so quickly I didn't realize the head was inside her until I began
feeling the heat and slipperiness inside her pussy.  Marla rocked her hips
several times, and each time she moved, my cock sank a little deeper.  What
an amazing sensation when my cock was fully seated in her carnal vault. 
Paradise had just been ratcheted up a couple more notches.

   Now what?  It had never occurred to me that this was something a stiff
cock could be used for.  So there I was, just a twelve-year-old kid with my
cock in the babysitter.

   Marla continued rocking her hips up and down.  Me, I was on my knees,
wide-eyed, enjoying the ride.

   She stopped moving and said, "Now slowly slide your boner in and out."

   My cock came out when I moved back.  Marla guided it back in, "Don't
rock back so far when you pull out."

   I was certainly taking delight in what we were doing and the feeling on
my cock was intense; it was nearly as hard as a hammer head.  Marla again
put her feet around my butt and used them to control my pelvis.

   "Just keep moving your boner in and out like that...  That's right."

   I couldn't believe the fantastic sensations I felt when I pushed my cock
between Marla's fat pussy lips.  When it was fully inside her, Marla
clenched her pussy muscles and it felt so very good--better than anything
I'd ever felt before.

   "This is fucking.  Do you like it?"

   I could only nod my head and smile down at her--I knew this was
something I wanted to do again and again!

   "You can move in and out a little faster."

   When I fucked her faster, the pleasure seemed to multiply tenfold. 
Shivers ran up and down my spine.  It felt even better than the sensations
when Marla gave me a hand job.  There was a surge in my balls, and I could
feel them tighten.  Again, there were feelings in my crotch similar to
those I had in the tub.  It seemed like only a few seconds for another wave
of electricity to flow through me and my cock as it jumped and throbbed. 
As I came, I could feel the muscles around my butt hole clamp tight each
time my cock throbbed.  I nearly fell off her.  I got another cramp in my
left testicle, but the feeling in my cock was so good, that I didn't cry
out from the pain.

   I don't think Marla realized that I had come; she kept groaning and
breathing hard while fingering her pussy.  I had stopped rocking, and my
cock had lost some of its stiffness (but when you are a pubescent boy, your
cock can still stay erect for hours, even if you've just come).

   My cock had fallen out of her pussy again, and she said, "Fuck me some
more."

   She slipped my cock back inside.  In another few seconds my instincts
took over and we were fucking like rabbits.  Marla's pussy was making
slurpy, squishy noises as we fucked.  Her tits bounced every which
direction as I plunged my cock into her.

   The bed squeaked and the headboard bumped the wall whenever I bottomed
out.  My bedroom was directly above dad and mom's bedroom, and those were
the sounds that I frequently heard from my bed at night.  Now I knew what
dad and mom were doing when I heard those noises.

   I felt Marla's pussy squeezing tighter on my cock.  Beads of sweat were
breaking out on her brow.  Her eyes were glassy and her breathing was
erratic--she'd take a deep breath and hold it for a while.  I felt her
stomach muscles tighten under me, and the muscles in her thighs quivered.

   She arched her back and whimpered, "I'm going to come."

   Her pussy started spasming on my cock.  What a splendid feeling!  She
was moaning and saying, "Oh god...  Oh god..." every time I felt her pussy
clench on my cock.  As quick as it started, it was over.  I had a feeling
in my balls that I was about to come again, but Marla just stopped and lay
there gasping for breath, with me nearly as breathless, on top of her.  We
were both as sweaty as if we'd run a mile.

   When I pulled out, I felt something wet on my leg.  I thought she'd
peed, because I knew I hadn't.  As I reached down to wipe the pee off my
leg, the back of my hand brushed against her pussy--it was hotter and
wetter than when I touched it the first time.

   "I think you peed on me," I said.

   "No, that's my love juice.  It leaks out when I have sex, or even think
about it."

   She opened her thighs and slipped a finger in her pussy.  Then she
surprised me by licking the same finger.

   "Mmmm...  I wouldn't have done that if it was pee.  Give me your hand."

   Marla grabbed my hand and closed it, then extended my middle finger and
slipped it into her hot hole.  When she pulled it out, a long silvery
string of mucous stretched from her pussy lips to my finger before it
broke.

   "Go ahead, sniff it.  You can taste it if you want."

   After seeing the mucous strand, I wasn't sure I wanted to put it up to
my nose; I knew for sure I wasn't going to taste it.  I hesitantly put my
finger under my nose and took a whiff.

   "Wasn't I right?"

   Of course she was right--it wasn't pee; it was slippery and slimy like a
raw egg white.  There's no other odor like a girl's love juice, and if
you've never smelled it, you have my sympathy.

   My finger was slick with her love juice, so I wiped it on the sheet. 
Marla hugged me to her, and her soft tits flattened against my chest.

   "Bobby, you made my pussy feel so...  good.  Did you come?"

   "Yeah."

   "Did it feel good for you?"

   "Yeah, but I got another cramp...  Not as bad as the first one, though."

   She rolled on her side, wrapping her arms around me, with her thigh over
mine.  Marla held me tight against her for a couple more minutes, not
saying a word.  I could feel her hot, wet pussy against my thigh.

   "Marla, your love juice is still running out."

   She lifted up on one shoulder and seemed to be looking for something. 
Finally she spied it--a box of tissues on mom's nightstand next to the bed.
She pulled several from the box and wiped her love juice off both of us and
tried drying a wet spot on the sheet.

   We both felt a cooling breeze as it came through the open window and hit
our perspiring, naked bodies.  We lay there together, skin touching skin
nearly the length of our bodies with Marla's arm around me and my cheek
against her sweaty tit.  With her other hand, she pulled the sheet over us.

   When Marla felt my heart still pounding, she asked, "Bobby, are you all
right?"

   "Yeah, I'm still a little out of breath."

   "Do you like fucking?"

   I stammered, "Yeah.  Yeah...  Sure."

   Inside my head, I was saying to myself, "Like you'll never know." I
couldn't have been more thrilled had I been the first man on the moon.

   She said, "I thought you'd enjoy it.  Why don't we lie here quietly for
a few minutes until you calm down?"

   Then she remarked, "You satisfied me as much as Steve," and gave me a
kiss on the top of my head.  "You're a man now, but that must be our little
secret.  Since you're a man, I think instead of calling you Bobby, I'll
call you Bob."

   While lying against Marla, my brain was a jumble of so many different
thoughts, I felt it would explode.  I was in awe of seeing a naked
girl--and a cute naked teenage girl at that, including a good look at her
pussy.  She had given me my first orgasms and they felt unbelievably good.
Marla let me suck on her tits.  She taught me what fucking was.  It
surprised me that fucking brought so much pleasure.  It was the first time
I'd ever smelled a girl's love juice.  And lastly, I recalled something mom
mentioned several years earlier when I asked where babies came from.  She
said the daddy put his seeds in the mommy, but she didn't describe how the
daddy did it.  I hadn't given it any thought before, but pieces of the
puzzle were falling into place.

   "Marla..."

   "Yes, Bob."

   "Is fucking what the daddy and mommy do to make a baby?"

   "Yes."

   "Are we going to have a baby?"

   "No," she said.  "Why do you ask?"

   "We just fucked."

   "Bob, what do you know about sex?"

   "Very little," I admitted.

   "Where do I start?"

   Marla cupped my scrotum with her hand and gave my balls a small squeeze.
"When you get older, your testicles will produce sticky white stuff, called
sperm."

   She moved her hand to my cock and jiggled it for emphasis, "Your penis
will squirt sperm into the girl's pussy when you fuck.  But everyone knows
a twelve-year-old boy like you doesn't produce sperm.  That's why we can't
have a baby.

   "If there's an egg that's ready inside the girl, the sperm will
fertilize it, and it will grow into a baby.  If there isn't any sperm
there, the girl will have her monthly period."

   "What's a period?"

   Marla went on to explain it.  She described how one of her ovaries
produced an egg every month and if it wasn't fertilized, her uterus
produced a bloody discharge for several days, which she called her period.
I had no idea girls had a monthly period, let alone that it involved so
much blood and gore.  During her period, Marla said she had to use a number
of sanitary pads to soak up the bloody fluid.  She also mentioned that she
felt bloated before her period started, and that she sometimes had cramps.
At the end of her explanation, I thought to myself, "I'm sure glad I was
born a boy."

   "If the baby grows inside the mommy, how does it get out?" I asked.

   "It comes through the same place you put your boner in.  It's called a
vagina."

   "No way--a baby couldn't come through that little hole.  Isn't that
where you pee from?"

   "You'd be surprised how much a woman's pussy can stretch," she said. 
"And no, I pee from another small hole just above my vagina."

   Marla gave me a short description about female anatomy and how her
nipples stood up and her pussy lubricated when she became sexually excited.
She said when she and Steve had sex, Steve always took precautions and wore
a rubber.  I didn't know what a rubber was (that's what many people called
condoms in the '60s) or what it was for, so she went on to explain that. 
She warned me to always use one after I started making sperm or I could get
a girl pregnant.

   "Bob, you have so much to learn about sex.  I'll be happy to answer any
more questions you have.  All you have to do is ask."

   I could always count on Marla to learn something new, but my head was
bursting with so much new information I'd just learned that evening, I
couldn't think of anything else to ask, so I said, "No, I don't have any
questions now."

   "Well, I think you've calmed down enough, and it's almost midnight, so
you'd better go to bed."

   When she pulled the sheet off me, she saw my cock was still stiff--she
hadn't worn it down at all.

   "You probably have to pee.  Go to the bathroom first, then put on your
pajamas, and go to bed."

   As I got out of bed, she smacked me on the butt, and said, "Good night,
my little man."

   Before I left the bedroom, I asked, "Can we fuck again?"

   "Not now, but tomorrow night.  Yes, I promise."

   I went into the bathroom and tried to pee.  The problem was that I
couldn't pee when my cock was stiff.  I strained to pee, but nothing came
out.  The reason my cock was stiff was because my foremost thought was
about fucking Marla.  It just stood up stiffly, mocking me.  I had lost
control of it again.  Finally, I grew tired of trying to pee, slipped on my
pajamas, and went upstairs to bed.

   It was impossible to go to sleep; I think every nerve in my body was
firing.  Thoughts of the past evening kept swirling through my head as I
replayed what had happened a few hours earlier.  My heart was still racing
at a hundred miles an hour, and my cock remained stiff.  Because it was so
rigid, I couldn't pull the foreskin over the head.  Several times I was
about to doze off, but my cock's sensitive head rubbed against my pajamas,
which kept me awake.  Finally, I reached down and was finally able to flip
my foreskin in place.  That made it feel considerably better.  I dozed for
a bit, but I woke up with a slight cramp in my left testicle.  When I
recalled Marla's promise for Saturday night, I had the biggest smile you
could imagine.

   Without thinking, I rubbed my nose with the hand that had Marla's love
juice on it.  The odor was arousing.  For me, I really had experienced
paradise--the world changed that night.  I'd learned things that I never
knew existed the day before.  It was the kind of sex education you don't
get in school.  It must have been almost morning before I finally fell into
a deep sleep.

   Saturday morning, I was awakened by, "Bob...  Wake up!"

   I opened one eye and saw Marla standing by the foot of my bed.  She was
wearing her short terrycloth bathrobe and the first thing I noticed was
that she hadn't tied it, so I could see her large tits with their fat
nipples sticking out like hard wooden pegs.

   "Get up, sleepyhead."

   I'd been lying on my side, so when Marla turned to sit on the bed next
to me, I rolled on my back so she wouldn't sit on my knees.

   "Don't wanna get up..."

   "You missed your breakfast, and it's nearly lunch time."

   "What time is it?"

   "Eleven."

   Marla tugged the sheet off me.  She laughed, "Oh look...  Bob's got a
boner again."

   My cock was stiff, just like every morning.  The root beer float I drank
the previous evening weighed heavily on my bladder.

   With a sly grin, she said, "I know how to get you up."

   She reached through the fly of my pajamas and fished out my cock.  It
felt exhilarating when she wiggled it around.  Marla wrapped her hand
around it and slowly retracted my foreskin.  Then she began gently stroking
it up and down.

   As she moved her hand, I grunted my approval every time she stroked it,
"Unnngh...  Unnngh...  Unnngh..."

   "I figured a hand job would wake you up."

   I was enjoying every stroke.  Then the thought of my brother being in
the next room hit me.

   "What if David sees us?"

   "Don't worry--David's gone.  He went to Jason's house to fly a kite.  I
told him to be back at noon."

   Marla leaned over and licked the end of my cock with her tongue.  I
jumped as if I'd received an electrical shock--but it really did feel good.
She flipped her tongue under the sensitive bottom of my cock several times.
It felt better than the hand job she had just given me.

   "Are you awake now?"

   "Uh huh."

   "I can taste myself on your boner."

   Marla pulled my pajama bottoms off and went back to flipping her tongue
all over the end of my cock.  Her long hair hung down and tickled my thighs
and scrotum.  Gravity pulled her tits down and I could feel her stiff
nipples brush my thighs every time she bobbed her head.

   All I could do was grunt and say, "Marla..."

   "Bob, you hit all my hot spots last night.  I don't think I've climaxed
so hard in a long time.  I woke up horny this morning and I'm going to get
your cock so hard it reaches all the way to my cervix."

   It was great to hear Marla wanted to fuck again.  She slipped her robe
off and tossed it on the floor.  Then she stood up, pushed her panties
down, and stepped out of them.  This was the first time I'd seen her naked
in the daylight.  She placed both hands under her tits and lifted them,
giving each one a squeeze.

   "Do you like them, Bob?"

   "Oh yeah," I said.  "I love to see them bounce and I like how your
nipples stick out."

   "I thought you did from the way you kept your eyes riveted on them."

   Marla climbed back in bed on her hands and knees.  She parted my thighs
and began running her tongue all over my cock and balls.

   "Ohhhh...  Marla, that feels so good."

   She moved higher on the bed and placed her hot body on top of mine so
that her right nipple was almost in my mouth.

   "You can suck on them again, if you want," she offered.  "It makes my
pussy tingle when you do."

   I sucked her stiff nipple in my mouth and flicked it up and down with my
tongue.  She pushed her tit into my face with such force that I felt like I
was being smothered.

   "Mmm...  Keep doing that," Marla sighed.

   She pulled away and twisted so her left nipple was in my mouth.

   "Do that again," she implored, in a low husky voice.

   I flipped her left nipple with my tongue just as I had flipped her right
one.  I could feel her love juice running across my scrotum and down the
inside of my thigh.

   "Would you like to fuck again?" she asked.

   "Oh yes," I said.  My cock stuck up hard like the end of a broomstick. I
was ready and willing.

   Marla straddled me and moved my cock into position.  She slowly settled
down on it until it was fully in her, then she began moving her pelvis up
and down.  Her tits swung back and forth as she rocked.  She closed her
eyes and had a sweet smile of contentment as she squeezed my cock with her
pussy.

   A few minutes later, Marla's breathing rate had increased and I felt her
love juice dripping off my scrotum.  She'd been rocking on my cock for
several minutes and I began feeling my balls tighten.  I felt the familiar
tingling in my lower abdomen that happened just before my cock throbbed.

   "I'm getting close," Marla whimpered.

   Just then we both heard the front door downstairs slam; two boys were
talking loudly in the living room.

   "Oh shit.  Put on your pajamas.  Quick!" Marla whispered.  She jumped
off me and grabbed her robe.

   I felt a frustration like when I had to sneeze and then nothing
happened. The cool air hit my stiff cock and it began wilting as I
considered David or Jason could be outside my bedroom in just seconds. 
Marla slipped on her panties and robe, then went to the top of the stairs
while I hurriedly put on my pajama bottoms.

   Marla called down the stairs, "David, why'd you come home early?"

   "Jason's kite broke so we came back here to watch TV for awhile."

   "Okay.  Go ahead.  I'll be down in a minute," she said.

   Marla came back into my bedroom and whispered, "I'm sorry Bob, but we
can't continue with the boys downstairs.  We'll have to wait until tonight.
Put your clothes on and meet me in the kitchen."

   I grabbed my shorts and a T-shirt and went across the hall to the
upstairs half-bath.  I peed, washed my hands, and put on my shorts and
T-shirt.  By the time I arrived downstairs, Marla had changed into shorts,
a halter top without a bra (that's the first thing I noticed), and sandals.
David and Jason were in the living room watching cartoons on TV.

   Marla made some grilled cheese sandwiches and grape Kool-Aid for lunch.
With lunch finished, David and Jason said they wanted to ride their bikes.
Marla said it was okay, but only if they stayed on the sidewalk and didn't
ride more than a block away.

   After the boys left the house, Marla suggested we play chess.  She
cleared off the kitchen table and set up the chess board.  We both made
several moves, but my mind wasn't on the game.  I guess I failed to see
Marla's last move.

   "Hello...  Earth to Bob, it's your move," she said.  "Daydreaming?"

   "Yeah, sort of."

   Since Friday night, sex had pushed every other subject out of my mind.
I'd had a nearly continuous erection ever since Marla sat on it earlier in
the day.

   "Marla, last night you said you'd answer any question I had about
sex..."

   "What's your question?"

   "You said every month your ovary produces an egg.  How big is it?  Like
a chicken egg?"

   She laughed, "Oh no, it's really tiny--probably no bigger than a pin
head.  I've never seen one."

   Marla continued, "I'm sorry Bob, I shouldn't laugh at you.  You're
trying to learn--it just struck me funny that if one of my eggs was that
big, it would hurt a lot to pass it."

   "Another thing I don't understand, you said a baby comes through the
hole down there."

   "You mean the vagina?"

   "Yeah, that's it.  A baby is a lot bigger than that hole."

   "Remember I said you'd be surprised how much a woman's vagina can
stretch?"

   I nodded.

   "Well, I didn't say the stretching isn't painful.  I've heard having a
baby is about the most pain a woman can have.  That's why it's called labor
when a woman has a baby.  If you want an example, stick your fingers in
your mouth and try pulling the corners of your mouth back to your ears."

   I tried it, then said, "I see what you mean."

   "Bob, do you have any other questions?"

   "Yeah," I said.  "When I sucked on your nipples, no milk came out."

   "Bob, you have to understand that a woman doesn't produce milk all the
time.  It's only when she's ready to have a baby that her breasts produce
milk, and it's for the baby."

   By now, our chess game was all but forgotten.  I was eager to learn as
much as I could from Marla about this new and exciting subject.

   "When you have a period, does it hurt?"

   "No, it doesn't hurt--it's more of a nuisance.  I have to remember to
carry sanitary pads, and I can't swim.  When I have cramps, it hurts, but I
don't have them every time.  In between my periods, sometimes I have a pain
in my ovary when I release an egg."

   "Where's your ovary?"

   Marla scooted around the corner of the table and said, "Give me your
hand."

   I reached out and Marla placed my hand on the front of her lower
abdomen. "There's one about here." Then she moved my hand to the other side
and said, "The other one's about here."

   "How big are they?"

   "Not quite as big as your balls."

   "How did you learn so much about sex?"

   "Remember, I'm in high school.  I took a biology course this past year.
I've read a lot, plus I have a few years more experience than you do."

   "I'm glad I have you as my teacher."

   "And I enjoy being your teacher.  Did you enjoy your first time last
night?"

   "Oh, yeah."

   "I thought you'd like it.  It felt good for me too.  I'm looking forward
to tonight." Then she looked at the front of my summer shorts, "You must be
horny again.  I see you've got another boner."

   At that point, David and Jason burst through the front door, both of
them hot and sweaty from riding their bikes.

   David was running for the bathroom.  "I gotta pee," he yelled.

   Jason asked if he could have a drink.  Marla went to the refrigerator
and poured both boys a glass of grape Kool-Aid.  They each drank down their
Kool-Aid like thirsty desert travelers and asked for a second glass.

   "Can David come to my house and play with my new Slinky toy?" Jason
asked.

   "Only if it's okay with your mom," Marla responded.

   "She doesn't care."

   "Well then, David, please be home by five-thirty for dinner.  Okay?"

   "Okay," David said, and both boys headed for Jason's house.

   After David and Jason left the house, Marla said, "I don't feel like
playing chess any more, do you?"

   "No, not really."

   "Since David will be gone for a couple hours, would you like to finish
what we were doing this morning when the boys came in?"

   "I'll race you upstairs," I said.

   "Why wear ourselves out by running upstairs?  Let's use your dad and
mom's bed."

   I didn't really care where we did it, so we went to the downstairs
bedroom, and Marla locked the bedroom door behind us.

   Our clothing was strewn from the door to the bed as we shucked it off. I
looked forward to seeing Marla naked again.

   "Lie in the middle of the bed and let me get your cock ready," she said.

   Marla sat on the side of the bed and leaned over so her tongue reached
my cock.  Then she began flipping her tongue over the end several times.

   She licked my scrotum and took each of my balls in her mouth and rolled
them around with her tongue.  Marla was making it feel better and better.

   I felt her tongue on the sensitive underside of my cock.  A few seconds
later she'd inhaled my cock nearly all the way to the base.  I couldn't
believe she could get that much of it in her mouth; I could feel it bumping
into the back of her throat.  She sucked on my cock and bobbed her head up
and down--the butterflies began fluttering again.

   She stopped and said, "That was a blow job.  I wanted to get you hard
enough so you can satisfy me again."

   "Why did you call it a blow job when you sucked?"

   "I have no idea, but that's what it's called.  Steve taught me how to do
it."

   She threw a leg over my belly and straddled my waist.  Then she reached
behind her and I felt her hand grab my cock.  Marla wiggled her butt a
couple times and slid backwards until she managed to get her pussy lined up
with my cock.  I felt her hot, wet pussy lips touch my cock, and she slowly
settled on it.  It took several seconds until I could feel my cock fully
buried inside her.  If there ever was a cock heaven, I felt like I was in
it when she fully impaled herself.

   Marla was now sitting on me, leaning forward with her hands on either
side of my chest.  Her beautiful tits were dangling just a few inches from
my face.  I saw her nipples were standing up stiff again.

   When Marla began slowly rocking back and forth her tits swung like
pendulums.  She tightened her pussy muscles on the up-stroke.  I couldn't
believe how good the milking action felt.  She did that several times, then
she began tightening her pussy muscles on the down-stroke which made the
feeling more intense.

   "This is what I do to Steve.  He loves it."

   "Marla, that feels good."

   "Bob, your penis is so stiff, it's almost like there's a bone in it. 
You hit all my sensitive spots last night, and I have another itch that
needs to be scratched."

   Marla sat up and began bouncing up and down; when she hit bottom, her
tits kept moving, so they seemed to go in the opposite direction to the
rest of her.  I watched in fascination as they flopped up and down.  After
a few minutes, Marla put a hand on each tit and pinched her nipples.  She
let out a big groan and stopped bouncing.  Her love juice was making my
scrotum wet and I could feel it dripping off my balls.

   "You don't know how good your hard dick feels in my pussy."

   Marla leaned forward, placing her hands on either side of my chest
again. She began rocking and milking my cock as she had before.

   "I'm getting close," she said.  "Suck my nipples."

   She moved so her right nipple was in my mouth, and I flipped several
times with my tongue.

   She tilted her head back and had a grimace on her face like she was in
pain.  The tendons in her neck stood out.

   "I'm coming," she whimpered.  "Oh...  Ahhh...  Ahhh..."

   Her pussy began spasming around my cock, and I grunted, "I'm coming,
too."

   The two of us spent the next few seconds in orgasmic bliss as my cock
throbbed and her pussy spasmed.

   After her orgasm, Marla said, "I needed that.  I was almost there this
morning when the boys came in."

   "Me too," I added.

   This coupling had been the best of all.  Marla sort of collapsed on me,
but she supported most of her weight on her knees and her elbows.  I could
feel her hot body pressing me into the bed and her tits flattened against
me with her nipples poking into my chest.  We lay there on the bed for
several minutes recovering from our climaxes, trying to catch our breath.

   Marla squeezed my cock with her pussy muscles several times and said, "I
can't believe your cock is still stiff.  Steve's wilts and pops out right
after he comes.  I wish he had the stamina you do."

   I basked in Marla's praise--to be compared with Steve made me feel more
like an adult.  We lay there quietly for several minutes and I could feel
more of Marla's love juice dripping off my balls after her pussy squeezed
my cock.

   Finally Marla said, "We'd better put our clothes on.  David might came
back early like he did this morning."

   Marla climbed off me and used some tissues to wipe her love juice off
both of us.  "Stay there," she said.  Then she went into the bathroom and
came back with a warm washcloth and cleaned me off.

   She walked into the bathroom with the washcloth and returned with a
spray can of deodorant, giving the bedroom a couple spritzes.

   "What's that for?" I asked.

   "Can't you smell the sex in the air?"

   I sniffed and realized the odor of Marla's sweet pussy surrounded us. 
"Yeah, I smell it," I said.  "It smells good to me."

   "Guys love the smell of a hot pussy, but most women don't, especially if
it's your mother smelling mine in her own bedroom," Marla said.

   I changed the subject and asked, "Can we fuck again tonight?"

   "Sure.  I hope it's as good as this one was."

   By the time we dressed and returned to the living room, it was nearly 5
PM, so Marla began heating up the second casserole dish mom had prepared
for us.  David came home half an hour later and we ate our dinner.

   David asked if he could have a root beer float like we had the night
before.  Marla said he could if he didn't fuss about going to bed on time.
I thought Marla had a brilliant idea.

   Since it was Saturday evening, we watched "The Honeymooners" on the
Jackie Gleason show.  Around 8:30 PM Marla bathed David as she had the
previous evening.

   Marla took David upstairs and was gone about twenty minutes.  She came
downstairs and said, "I read about three pages of White Fang to him and he
went out like a light.  Now it's bath time."

   I heard Marla running water in the bath tub and assumed she was going to
bathe.

   "Are you going to join me?" she asked.  "We can bathe together."

   It took me only seconds to head for the bathroom.

   When I arrived in the bathroom, a foot of vanilla-smelling bubbles were
floating on the bath water.  Marla closed the bathroom door, took off her
robe, and hung it on a hook on the back of the door.  I saw the tan lines
where her bikini fit her athletic body.  On her back, the tan lines showed
where her bra straps had been tied, and on her cute butt, her tan line was
just above her butt crack.  On the front side, I could see the bikini tan
lines just above the circles around each of her nipples, and just above the
hair on her crotch.  When she was standing, all I could see in her crotch
was a dark patch of curly hair parted by a little split.  I couldn't see
the pinkish skin of her pussy that I'd seen before.  Still, this view was
making my cock stand up.

   She undressed me and told me to get into the tub, then she joined me so
we were facing each other.  Marla was sitting at the end with the faucet,
and I was sitting at the other end.  We were a tangle of legs and I felt
her big toe wiggle under my balls.  Then she moved both her feet between my
legs and used her toes to massage my cock, and I let her because it felt so
good.

   She giggled, "I've never bathed with a boy before.  This is fun."

   "Marla, I like bathing with you, too."

   We fooled around in the bubbles for awhile.  I made Marla a bra of
bubbles (it gave me a chance to touch those beautiful tits of hers).  Then
Marla made me a bubble beard and a bubble hat.

   Eventually, the skin on our fingers began to get wrinkly and Marla
suggested we finish bathing.

   "You can bathe me, and I'll bathe you," she said.

   I used the washcloth to wash her arms, neck, and shoulders.  I asked her
to lift her arms and washed her armpits.  Then I washed her tits.  I rubbed
around and around her nipples until they stuck straight out.  I washed down
her tummy to her pubic hair.

   "If you turn around, I'll wash your back."

   She let me wash her back with the washcloth.

   "Can you get on your hands and knees?" I asked.

   "Why?"

   "So I can wash your butt."

   When she got on her hands and knees, I saw her tits hanging down like
water balloons.  She looked over her shoulder and had an impish grin,
"Enjoying the view?"

   "Yeah."

   What a view!  Marla lewdly wiggled her butt and moved her knees as far
apart as the bathtub would allow.  It caused her plump pussy lips to
separate--a very unladylike pose, but I really enjoyed the scenery.  Her
butt hole looked like a little pink star-burst, and her pussy lips reminded
me of hairy hamburger buns with a small pink patty between them.  I still
have the image of Marla's beautiful naked butt embedded in my head after
all these years.  I used the washcloth to wash her pussy and butt hole.

   When I slid a finger into her pussy, she said, "Now I think you're
playing around back there."

   She turned around and said, "I owe you one.  It's time for me to bathe
you."

   Marla grabbed my washcloth, and began bathing me.  I couldn't take my
eyes off her tits when they bounced around as she washed me with the
washcloth.  She washed me in the same places she had the previous night,
but on Saturday night she had me lean back against the sloping back of the
tub.  I couldn't wait for her to wash my cock again.

   She had to push a bunch of soap bubbles away to find my cock.  She
pulled my foreskin back and my cock pointed stiffly at the ceiling with
just the head out of the water.  As it throbbed, it looked like a drowning
man bobbing up and down in the ocean, waiting to be rescued.  As she
massaged my cock, I looked between my legs and saw the head had turned
purplish-red.  Normally the head was a very light pink.  The purplish-red
color concerned me, but not enough to ask her to stop stroking.

   Marla's interest mainly concerned my balls.  As she stroked up and down
on my cock with one hand, she put her other hand under my scrotum and moved
her fingers around my balls.  This made them retract even faster and they
seemed to disappear inside me.  Under my pelvis, I was almost as smooth as
Marla.  I felt the butterflies churning in my stomach and was on the same
roller coaster as the previous night.  All my muscles stiffened and I could
feel the sensations starting to radiate from my pelvis again.  Marla kept
one hand on my scrotum the entire time.  At last, my body shuddered and my
cock throbbed and jerked.  I had yet another cramp in my left testicle.

   When I came, Marla said, "It appears that your testicles pull up so
tight against your body that they're getting squashed.  That's probably why
you have pain."

   We got out of the tub and Marla knelt down and gently dried my genitals.

   Marla massaged my balls again with her warm hand--it felt really good.
Within about a minute, my balls had descended to their normal position in
their protective sack.  We both laughed about my 'disappearing balls.'

   After Marla dried me off, she asked, "How bad was your cramp?"

   "Not as bad as last night's."

   Marla was still wet, so I grabbed a dry towel and took great care to dry
her tits and between her legs.

   "Are you ready to do it again?" she asked.

   "Oh, yeah..." I didn't want to miss out on another chance to fuck Marla.

   I followed her to my parents' bedroom.  Her soft round butt cheeks
caught my attention as she walked--it was poetry in motion.  I would have
followed her for miles just to watch her cute female butt cheeks wiggle as
she walked.

   When she arrived at the bed, she lay down in the middle.  She asked me
to get on my knees between her legs like the night before.  I thought she
was going to ask me to fuck.

   Instead, she surprised me by asking, "Bob, would you like to lick my
pussy?"

   "I don't think so." The mucous thread I'd seen the previous night put me
off licking it.

   "Oh, come on.  You washed it when we bathed, so you know it's clean."

   Before I had a chance to respond, she said, "Just one lick.  If you
don't like it, you can quit."

   At first, I thought I would gag, but I stuck my tongue out and took a
lick like I'd lick an ice cream cone.  The texture was hairy, but the taste
wasn't as bad as I'd expected.  It was something between a scorched
metallic, sweet and salty taste.  The smell of her pussy was something I'll
never forget--a little musky mixed with mom's bubble bath.

   She asked if I wanted to lick her pussy some more.  I was more
interested in getting another really close look at her pussy.  Licking it
was about as close as I could get, so I agreed.

   "Lick it all the way from the bottom to the top," she asked.

   Her pubic hair was in the way when I first licked it, but then she
spread her legs and used her fingers to open up the grand canyon that ran
from her butt to the little button at the top of her crack.

   I pulled back to get a better look at her pussy.  I don't think I'd ever
seen a more arousing sight--her inner lips were all pink and wet.  Then I
went back to give her a second lick.  When I reached the top, I hit her
little button.

   "Right there...  That's it," she said.  "Lick it there again."

   She pointed to her little button and told me it was her clitoris, and
that it was the most sensitive part of her pussy.  It stuck out like a tiny
little cock.

   Marla said her clitoris was as sensitive as my cock's head (now that's
sex education in the raw).  I licked her crack the way she asked.  Then I
licked her clitoris again.  Obviously she liked me licking her clitoris a
lot, because each time I did, she moaned and pulled my head further into
her crotch.  She kept moaning and moving her hips around so much it was
difficult to keep my tongue on it.  I looked down and could see her love
juice slowly running out of her pussy to her butt hole and onto the sheet.

   Marla shivered, threw her head back, and let out a long sigh, "Ohhhh...
I'm coming.  Ohhhh...  Bob..."

   I was pleased at how my tongue could give her such joy.  I also liked
how the opening of her pussy clamped shut again and again during her
climax.

   "Bob, please fuck me."

   I was only too happy to oblige.  She spread her legs and wrapped her
feet around my butt.  My cock had by now recovered and was standing proudly
at attention when she pulled it into her.  We both started going at it
again.  It didn't take long until I came, but my cock remained stiff.  We
were both panting and sweating.  Marla didn't seem to notice that I'd come
and kept writhing and rubbing her clitoris while I concentrated on keeping
my cock inside her pussy.

   She had to put my cock back in a couple more times and in a minute or
two, her muscles tensed up and she was quivering, saying, "Oh...  Oh god...
Oh my god...  Oh fuck...  I'm coming again."

   It was over way too soon.  Only after we finished did I realize that I
had a couple of Marla's stray pubic hairs in my mouth.

   "Did you have a cramp this time?"

   "No, it felt really good."

   "You've learned fast.  I think you'll make a really good lover."

   Those were kind words to a twelve-year-old kid who didn't know anything
about fucking two days earlier.  She retrieved some tissues and used them
to wipe her love juice off both of us.

   "Bob, would you like to sleep with me tonight?"

   I could hardly believe my ears--the idea of sleeping naked with Marla
seemed better than getting a new bike for my birthday.

   "Sure, I'd like that."

   She asked me to lie on my side facing away from her.  Then she lay in a
spoon position on her side against my back and covered us with the sheet. I
could feel her warm tits against my back and her fuzzy, damp bush tickled
my butt.  She placed her arm over me, with her soft hand grasping my cock,
giving it a few gentle squeezes.  It was a wonderful way to prepare to go
to sleep.  She tenderly kissed the back of my neck and said good night.

   Both of us were exhausted from our lovemaking.  A little while later,
she lost her grip on my cock, and I could tell from her rhythmic breathing
that Marla had fallen asleep.  I tried to stay awake, thinking about sex
with Marla, but the next thing I knew, I awoke in the middle of the night
with the feeling I had to pee.  Marla was sprawled on her back with the top
of the sheet just below her belly button.  I slipped out of bed and
relieved my bladder in the bathroom.

   When I returned, Marla was still asleep, so I quietly climbed back into
bed and snuggled next to her on my side, placing one hand on her tummy. 
Her skin was so velvety smooth with a downy layer of peach fuzz on it.  As
I lay there beside Marla, I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have such a
sexy babysitter--my friend Billy down the street always had his old,
gray-haired grandmother baby sit for him.

   As I slid my hand further down her tummy, my fingers became entwined in
her pubic hair.  I inched my hand a little further down and discovered
Marla's pubic hair was matted and damp.  I used the tip of one finger to
part it.  As my finger slipped between her pussy lips, she let out an
audible moan.  My cock stiffened and throbbed as it pressed into her thigh.

   I must have spent ten minutes diddling Marla's pussy.  Her breathing
changed, and she began taking deep breaths.  I thought she was going to
wake up, but she didn't.  She rolled her head back and forth several times,
as if she was having a dream.  Her pussy quickly became wet and I could
feel her love juice covering my finger.  My nose picked up her aroused
scent and I figured she was becoming sexually excited again.  That made my
cock even harder.

   While I was playing with her pussy, in the dim light, I noticed her
beautiful tits rising up and down with each deep breath.  Her nipples were
standing up and pointing toward the ceiling.

   Teasing Marla's pussy and watching her tits caused me to think about how
much I enjoyed sex with her.  Those succulent globes seemed to be calling
me, so I removed my finger from her pussy and stealthily got on my hands
and knees next to her and began to gently suckle her right nipple.  Her
soft nipple swelled and stiffened in my mouth until it was nearly as hard
as my cock.

   About a minute later Marla's eyelids fluttered open, and she sleepily
asked, "Bob, did you want something?"

   I felt her hand on my shoulder, then it slid along my ribcage to my
stomach, and then to my stiff cock.

   "Up jumped the devil," she said.

   "Can we do it again?"

   "You mean you want to fuck?"

   "Yes, please." I wanted to sound polite after I'd rudely awakened her.

   She lay there silent for a bit and said, "Let me think about it."
Finally she said, "Okay, but you'll have to lick my pussy."

   We'd struck a bargain--I couldn't get between her thighs quickly enough.

   Spreading her pussy lips with my thumbs, I concentrated on flipping my
tongue up and down on her clitoris.  I could smell the aroma of her love
juice getting stronger as it ran down my chin.

   "Yesss...  Bob...  Right there...  Ohhhhh..."

   After a couple minutes, Marla began breathing hard, and I realized she
was about to go over the edge, so I redoubled the efforts with my tongue.

   "Mmm..." she sighed.  "You're a lot better than Steve.  He doesn't like
to eat pussy."

   A few seconds later, she cried out, "Bob, I'm...  Oh god, I'm coming..."

   Marla had a rousing orgasm.  I think it was bigger than the previous one
I'd given her.  Not only did Marla love it, but I gained a lot of sexual
enjoyment from making her come.  Eating pussy would eventually become one
of my favorite ways to pleasure a female.

   "Can we fuck now?"

   Marla spread her legs and guided my cock back into paradise.  I'd
learned enough the few times we'd had sex to know how to move my hips. 
Once we were fully coupled, I fucked her with youthful enthusiasm.  Marla
opened her thighs wide which allowed my pubic bone to bump against hers. 
Marla's tits bounced every which way as I thrust into her.

   Marla must have liked the way I fucked her, because she said, "That's it
Bob.  Keep it up.  Ohhh..."

   Marla was moaning and I was grunting.  Every time I bottomed out there
was a smacking sound of flesh hitting flesh.  The bed squeaked and the
headboard bumped the wall, but I didn't care.  We were both hot and
panting. Our mutual horniness led each of us to heights greater than we'd
experienced before.

   Between my thrusts, she said, "I.  think.  I've.  awakened.  the. 
satyr. in.  you."

   "What's.  a.  satyr?"

   "Well.  a.  satyr.  was.  a.  horny.  mythical.  creature.  that. 
liked. to.  fuck.  young.  maidens."

   "Yeah.  I.  think.  I'd.  like.  to.  be.  one.  of.  those," I gasped.

   After several minutes of steady fucking, I felt those same electric
feelings zip up and down my spine, and I could feel my balls tightening
again.  They ended when my cock throbbed and shuddered inside Marla's
pussy. This time I felt something that seemed to shoot through my cock.  I
hadn't noticed that before--this orgasm was the best I'd had--and I didn't
have a cramp.  Words can't describe how much I enjoyed fucking Marla.

   "I felt your cock swell and throb when you came," Marla said.  "It felt
even better than Steve's."

   So Marla felt it too.  After we finished, Marla rolled me off her, so we
were on our sides lying face to face.  She wrapped her arms around my neck
and pulled me close so our bodies were touching.  Then she gave me a hug.

   "Did I mention you're going to make a wonderful lover when you grow up?"
Marla asked.

   She reached down and grabbed my cock, still covered with her love juice.
"Your boner is as stiff as when we started."

   Marla gave me a kiss on the forehead and another big hug.  We cuddled
naked against each other until we calmed down, then both fell asleep again.
When I awoke on Sunday morning, I was alone in bed, covered by the sheet,
with a monster hard-on and Marla's dried love juice on my cock.

   Marla was in the kitchen making breakfast.  A few minutes later she came
into the bedroom wearing her short terrycloth robe.

   "Good morning, my little satyr."

   She sat down on the bed next to me, leaned down, and kissed me lightly
on the forehead.  Marla had an odd expression and sniffed my face a couple
times.

   "Bob, your face smells like my pussy.  When you get up, be sure to wash
it off--you wouldn't want your mother to smell my pussy on your face when
she gives you a kiss.  You'd better wash your boner, too."

   Marla pulled the sheet off my naked body and saw my cock was stiff
again.

   She grabbed it, "Doesn't your boner ever go down?"

   "Maybe if we fucked, it might," I said.

   "I wish we had the time, but breakfast is on the stove.  Now wash up and
put your clothes on before David comes downstairs.  Hurry up, because your
breakfast is almost ready."

   I washed my face and slipped on my shorts and a T-shirt while Marla woke
David.  Marla had made scrambled eggs and bacon, served with orange juice
and toast for our breakfast.  After breakfast, David asked if she would
read a couple more chapters of White Fang to him.  She said she would, if
he'd go upstairs and wait for her.

   After David was out of earshot, Marla sat on the sofa, patted the
cushion, and said, "Sit down here."

   I did, not knowing what she wanted.

   She put her arm around my shoulder, pulled me toward her, and gave me a
delicate kiss on the lips, "You'll always remember your first time."

   Then she leaned back, leaving her hand on my shoulder, looked me
squarely in the eyes, and said, "Bob, please promise you won't tell anyone
we slept together and had sex this weekend.  If our parents found out, we'd
both be in big trouble."

   "I promise.  Cross my heart, I'll never tell," I said.

   "You're a sweetheart--and neither will I."

   "And you're my earth angel."

   Marla smiled and gave me another kiss, then went upstairs to read to
David.

   Marla washed the sheets, her panties, and my pajamas before dad and mom
returned so they wouldn't smell her love juice or see the stains.  She
thought they might smell it on their bed and know what we had done.

   We were playing chess when dad and mom came home late Sunday afternoon.
Marla gathered up her things and dad paid her for watching us.

   Dad asked, "How did the weekend go?"

   I laconically replied, "It was okay.  We played Monopoly, some chess,
and watched TV."

   Marla just smiled and didn't say a word.  Her mother picked her up a
little later.  I wished dad and mom had gone somewhere for an entire week
instead of just for the weekend.  However, I was thankful for the sex
education Marla provided.

   When I went to bed on Sunday night, I had an abundance of sexually
arousing thoughts.  I couldn't keep my mind off my sweet, sexy Marla.  What
we had done was permanently etched in my brain.  Thoughts of my lips on her
nipples, the scent and softness of her skin, the heat of her wet pussy, the
hand jobs she'd given me, and the fucking we'd done, made my cock rigid. 
It took awhile to go to sleep, but I had the best dreams ever.  I woke up
on Monday morning with an erection that was almost painful.

   It didn't take long for mom to notice a change in my disposition.  At
breakfast, I was more cheerful--there was a bounce in my step--I was in
love.

   Mom asked, "Bobby, what's gotten into you?"

   "I don't know--I guess I'm just happy that school's out," I lied.

   "Well, you're a different boy than you were last week.  I don't think
I've ever seen you so happy.  Do you have a girlfriend?"

   "Naw, mom.  I'm just happy I don't have to go to school."

   I noticed that I still had the faint musky scent of Marla's pussy on my
hand for a couple of days afterward, and I sniffed it, thinking of Marla,
every chance I got.

   Just a few days after I lost my virginity, it was Tuesday, July 4th.  I
told mom I was going to the Simmons' house to play with Mike, but in
reality, I hoped Marla would be there.  However, "my Marla" was gone.  Mike
said she'd gone to a picnic and swimming at a local lake with several
teenage boys and girls in her class.  It was a big disappointment.  Mike
wanted to play a game, but I just hopped on my bike and rode straight home.

   Later in the afternoon, dad and mom said they were going to the
fireworks, but I said I wanted to stay home because I didn't feel well. 
Mom felt my head and said she didn't think I had a fever.  That evening I
sulked and pouted in my room.

   A few days later, I had time alone with Marla again when mom worked, dad
was on a trip, and David was playing at Jason's house.  Marla was sitting
at the kitchen table reading a magazine.  As I went to the refrigerator to
get a cold glass of water, Marla saw I had an erection.  "Bob's got another
boner," she laughed.

   Just being around Marla gave me a boner, thinking about the sex we'd
had. I was happy Marla saw it, because I hoped we could have hot sex again
and again the remainder of the summer.

   "Would you like to fuck?" I asked.

   She replied, "Sit down.  Remember the other night when you said you're
glad to have me as your teacher?"

   "Yes."

   "Well, I'm going to teach you some more about sex today.  When you get a
girlfriend, you can't expect her to say 'yes' every time you want to fuck.
You have to learn to be patient.  She may not want to fuck because she's
having her period, or she's in her fertile time of the month.

   "Girls like to fuck as much as boys do, but they don't want to get
pregnant.  So, if you want sex, it's your responsibility to insure they
don't have a baby.  Make sure you always wear a rubber.

   "Third, don't just ask a girl if she wants to fuck.  That's crude.  I'm
afraid I've been a bad influence on you.  Take the romantic approach--pick
one of her better features and compliment her on that.  For instance, say
'You have the prettiest blue eyes,' or 'Your hair looks lovely tonight.' If
you have a small gift for her, that's even better.

   "Next, you need to realize girls aren't ready for sex all the time like
boys are.  They need to be sexually aroused before they're willing to
spread their legs.  Start slowly--you can give her a hug or a kiss.  Nibble
on her earlobe or the side of her neck, then keep going with the kisses and
hugs.  Use a slow, steady pace.  Eventually, you might be able to place
your hand on her breast or her thigh.  If she pushes it away, she isn't
interested, but if she makes a little moan or leans into you, you can take
more liberties with your fingers.

   "If you're lucky, she might let you play with her pussy.  Even if she
does, keep going at a slow pace.  Girls don't like to feel rushed--they
like to savor each new touch.  I always have to remind Steve to slow
down--he always wants to rush into the final event.

   "It may take awhile, but when your girl is bubbling over with
arousal--she will probably be grabbing for your dick.  That's the time to
ask if she'd like to have sex.  But if she says, 'no,' she means 'no.'
Don't push her into something she doesn't want to do, no matter how much
you want it.

   "Lastly, if you want pussy for any length of time, make sure you take
care of your girl's needs.  She wants an orgasm as much as you do, so use
your fingers, tongue, or your dick to give her as many as she can take.  If
you do that, your girlfriend will make it worth your while many times over.

   "So instead of asking, 'Would you like to fuck?', I suggest you say
something like, 'Marla, you have the prettiest blue eyes,' and then I'd
say, 'Thank you, Bob.'

   "You might kiss me and fondle my breasts to get me heated up before you
ask if I want to have sex.  Do you understand?"

   "Yes," I responded.

   "Go ahead and try it,"

   I walked up to Marla and whispered, "Marla, your lips are as soft as a
cloud.  I enjoy kissing you." Then I puckered up and kissed her on the
lips, placing a hand under each of her tits, lifting them, using my thumbs
to tweak her nipples.

   "Thank you, Bob.  You're getting the idea," she said.  "David won't be
home from Jason's house for at least another hour, so there's plenty of
time.  Let's go to your bedroom and have sex."

   We went upstairs.

   "Take off your shorts and underwear, then lie on your back, and I'll
give you a blow job first," she said.

   I kicked off my shoes and dropped my shorts and underwear on the floor
and laid on the bed, while Marla pulled my desk chair next to it.  She
unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on top of my shorts, then unfastened
her bra.  Her large tits popped out of their fabric prison and swung under
the tug of gravity.  They'd fueled my dreams for the past few nights.

   As she dropped her bra on the floor, she said, "I know you like to stare
at my boobs.  I could feel your eyes boring holes through my blouse for
several months.  If I'd put on a Halloween mask, you'd have never noticed."

   I didn't realize I'd been that obvious looking at her tits.

   With my stiff cock pointing toward the ceiling, Marla slowly retracted
my foreskin with her hand.  She gave it a few strokes, and said, "Some
girls won't give blow jobs.  However, if you eat her pussy, you're more
likely to get a blow job from her in the future."

   Marla went to work with her tongue all over the end of my cock and up
and down the shaft.

   "Ohh...  that feels so good," I said, as Marla began sucking on my cock.
She ran one hand over my abdomen and used her other hand to roll my balls
around, tickling them with her fingernails.

   I watched as Marla flipped her tongue over the end, then let the entire
length of it slide into her mouth until it reached the back of her throat.
Marla's tongue was making the butterflies flutter in my abdomen.

   A couple minutes later, I said, "I'm getting close."

   She stopped for a few seconds and said, "It's always good manners to let
your girl know when you're about to come.  Many of them don't like the
taste of sperm and won't swallow it."

   She went back to bobbing her head up and down, running her tongue around
and around under the sensitive bottom of my cock.

   All of a sudden, without warning, my orgasm hit.  I felt a couple spurts
flow through my cock and out the end.

   "Mmmph..." Marla choked and swallowed hard.

   She was wide-eyed, "Bob, you just ejaculated sperm!  I wasn't expecting
that.  Oh Lord, I hope you didn't squirt any of that in my pussy when we
had sex.

   "Why didn't you tell me you were about to ejaculate?"

   "I'm sorry," I said.  "It just hit all of a sudden.  Before I realized,
it went off."

   "Well, our agreement for sex is off.  Since you don't have a rubber, I
can't take a chance.  At least you didn't ejaculate a lot of sperm.  By the
way, your sperm doesn't taste bad.  Sometimes Steve's leaves an unpleasant
aftertaste."

   After she'd calmed down some, Marla said, "Instead of sex, would you eat
my pussy?  I'm horny."

   "Do girls get a boner when they're horny?" I asked.

   "No, 'horny' is just a figure of speech.  When girls get horny, they
want to have an orgasm."

   I got off the bed and sat on the chair.  Marla took off her skirt and
dropped her panties on the floor.  She sat on the edge of the bed with her
feet on the floor, then she lay back on the bed and spread her legs.

   "It's all yours," she said.

   I didn't bother putting my underwear or shorts back on.  Instead, I got
on my knees and slipped my tongue between her pussy lips.  Marla placed her
legs over my shoulders.  She reached down and guided my head so my tongue
was on her clitoris.  "Right there, Bob.  Mmmm...."

   I knew exactly what she wanted, so I licked around and around, then up
and down her slit, eventually hitting her little button.

   "Oh, that's it," she moaned.  "Do that again--and don't stop."

   It took several minutes, but I could tell from her breathing and moans
that she was getting close.  Her love juice was flowing freely and I could
smell her arousal.

   Finally, she tensed up and exclaimed, "Right there, I'm coming.  Oh,
Bob..."

   Her hips were writhing, but I kept working my tongue on her pussy until
she pushed my head away.

   "Bob, you have a talented tongue.  Every orgasm you've given me has been
better than Steve's.  He hasn't ever given me an orgasm as powerful as
yours."

   After we finished, Marla and I put our clothes back on.  "Bob, go
downstairs to the bathroom and bring the deodorant back up--I'll open your
window.  Your room smells like my pussy."

   A couple weeks went by, and in late July, Marla watched David and me
again.  She was out of sorts when she arrived, and I could tell something
was bothering her.  Her usual bubbly personality had vanished.

   "What's the matter?" I asked.

   "You little shit, I think you got me pregnant the weekend your parents
were gone in June," she grumbled.  "My period should have started on the
14th, and now it's the 21st.  I've never been this late before."

   "I'm sorry, I didn't know I was making sperm."

   "My periods are normally like clockwork, but thanks to you, I could be
pregnant."

   She sat down at the table, put her head in her hands, and began crying.

   I walked up behind her and gave her a hug.  "You're still my earth
angel."

   Marla sniffled, then turned, with tears in her eyes, "Bob, it's not
really your fault.  I was the one who asked if you'd like to fuck.  I never
thought a twelve-year-old boy could make sperm."

   "I'm really sorry.  Will we be in trouble?"

   "Bob, I don't know about you, but you can't imagine know how much
trouble I'm going to be in."

   Marla's tears were flowing again.  I felt sorry for her, but didn't know
what to say or do that would cheer her up.  After she was done watching us,
she went home in the same mood as she'd arrived.

   Marla and I worried for several more days that she was pregnant. 
Neither of us wanted our parents to learn what we did.

   The next time she arrived, she was all smiles.  She took me aside and
whispered, "Bob, I started my period last night.  We're both very lucky."

   Until school started, we had oral sex several times when we were alone,
but we didn't fuck the remainder of the summer.  She told me her brush with
pregnancy had changed her mind about it, and I didn't have any rubbers.
Epilogue:
During that summer I grew like a weed.  In just a few months I grew a
couple inches, and by the end of summer, my cock was almost an inch longer.

Mom had to buy me a new set of clothes before school began.

   After I turned thirteen, mom said she'd pay me to watch David instead of
Marla.  Since Marla attended high school on the other side of town from my
junior high, I didn't see much of her after school started.  I remembered
I'd promised to be her boyfriend only until school began, but it didn't
stop me from thinking about sex with her nearly every waking moment.

   In the seventh grade, the boys had to shower after physical education
class.  It was the first time I'd had a chance to check out the other boys
in my class.  I was surprised that although I was the shortest boy, my cock
was longer than nearly all the others.

   A couple years later, Marla was in college when I reached high school. I
happened to be playing chess at Mike's house when Marla came home for a
weekend.  Marla came into the kitchen, wearing a sweatshirt with her
college logo on it.  When Mike left to go to the bathroom, Marla lifted her
sweatshirt and flashed her magnificent tits at me.

   "Do you still like them?" she asked.

   "Oh, yeah!" I said, licking my lips.

   "I figured you would," she laughed.  "But I'm engaged now, so you'll
only get to look."

   We heard Mike returning to the kitchen, so Marla pulled the bottom of
her sweatshirt back down.

   Incredibly, Marla's tits had grown even bigger than when she was in high
school.  The poor girl must have gotten backaches from carrying those
casaba melons around.  That was the last time I ever saw her tits, and I
don't think I've seen any other young woman whose naturals were that large.

   By the time I was a senior in high school, I'd grown to five feet-six
inches, but I was still the smallest boy in my class.  However, my cock had
grown another inch or so, and it was the biggest of all.  I think all the
other boys were envious of my equipment.  Somehow, I picked up the
nickname, "Big Dick," from them.  Word got around that my package was
large, and even some of the girls humorously called me "Dick."

   The knowledge of sex I gained from Marla gave me confidence.  I wasn't
shy around girls, and with my knowledge of their anatomy, I knew how to
please them.

   During my teenage years I never had a problem finding a date.  My
reputation as a master pussy eater spread among my female classmates.  Many
of the girls I dated didn't want to fuck--they just wanted their pussy
eaten or wanted to play with my big dick.  There were some, though, who
wanted to try it out.  Sherry, Rose, and Peggy, all rode it, but I don't
recall fucking them was quite as exhilarating as with Marla.  I always
followed Marla's advice and used a rubber.

   I occasionally get a cramp in my left testicle when I come, which my
doctor says has something to do with my cremaster muscle.  When I have that
cramp, I recall the first time I had it and smile.

   Now that I've become a senior citizen, I have the onset of erectile
dysfunction, but when I think how Marla introduced me to my favorite
activity, it usually stands up again.  I don't know where you are today,
Marla, but my cock and I stand up and salute you.

   Marla was right--I'll never ever forget my first time.

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