Author: Paco Andante
Title: Fairy Tales
Universe: Up-Goer Five Challenge
Summary: The Up-Goer Five Challenge is to write a story of any 
         length using only the thousand (ten hundred) most common word 
         roots (words all vetted with http://splasho.com/upgoer5/)
Keywords: mf gsolo anal 1st enem
Date: 31 January 2013
Size: 2417 words

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    Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to reality 
is completely accidental.  Be warned that this story involves explicit 
descriptions of sexual activities, including some that may be considered 
off the beaten track.  Do not read this story if you believe fictional 
stories should not depict unusual situations, are less than the age of 
consent in your social group or if such descriptions violate your code of 
ethics.  Batteries not included.
 

                Fairy Tales
                Paco Andante

"When they want to try to make a baby they do it in front. When they 
don't, they do it in back," so my ten-year-old friend told me. I was a 
year younger and I believed every word; she seemed to know everything that 
I didn't. 

One thing stands in her corner; when one of her facts of life turned out to 
be wrong, she would run to me and say, "Guess what?" and tell on herself. 
Of course, she'd share her new "facts" with an air of there being something 
that only we two girls knew. 

We had been talking - whispering really, about doing "it." I couldn't 
understand why any girl would want a boy to stick his "thing" into her. 

"Because it feels real good," she said. 

"How do you know," I asked, wanting to believe. 

She looked left and right, then over her shoulder before she whispered in 
my ear, "because I did it to myself!" 

"What? How?" 

"Well, I was taking a shower and got interested in down there and so I 
stuck a finger in." 

"Oh, wow!" 

"At first it didn't feel like anything at all, but after a while it 
started to feel really good." 

"What then?" 

"Well..." 

"Tell, tell!" 

"Well, actually I got scared and stopped." 

"Show me," I said.

I meant for her to show me what she had done, but she said, "Sure. Take 
off your shorts and lie back."

Not what I meant, but I did anyway and she sat down between my legs, took 
my hand in hers and put it down there on me. She helped me push my second 
finger in. It was very tight and I didn't think it felt so great, but then 
my hand brushed against something, a little sweet spot at the top where
my lips meet and that WAS GOOD! 

After that I rubbed myself down there often. One night maybe a year later 
while doing it something really great happened. Something seemed to snap, 
my body jerked and shook and I felt like my head would pop off, and I 
could barely keep from yelling out loud, it was so good.  God, was that 
something else! That was the first time ever that I came.

A few weeks later I found out I didn't have to stop after just one. From 
then on I rubbed myself every night, coming again and again until I was so 
spent that I fell asleep. 

But that was all I did. No boys or anything. Not until a couple of years 
more went by. Actually four years after that talk with my friend. By then 
I had become well built for my age. My figure had filled out and gotten 
rounded and parts of me stuck out in a really nice way both in front and 
in back.

My parents didn't think I was old enough to date, but I met this cool high 
school guy. He didn't mind my being so young. He said I was pretty, and he 
liked my green eyes and blonde hair. And that I had a cute, round ass.

We started to meet in the woods behind the ball field. We would sit on a 
fallen tree out of sight of any watching eyes and we would kiss and neck.
Then later we started to feel each other up. At first only through our 
clothes, but soon he was going inside my clothes, too. At first I shoved 
his hands away, but after a few times I let him, and later I actually 
helped. 

That was when I found out that it is much nicer if someone else rubs you 
off. And by playing with his "thing" through his pants I learned that boys 
can't come over and over like girls can, at least not without a rest in 
between.

Well, one time when we were making out, his hands went under my dress 
and were having a hard time getting at me between my legs. I whispered, 
"Let me make it easier for you," and I took off what had been in his way 
and stuffed it in my bag. Well, he sure liked that! And his hand got real 
busy on me down there. He made me feel really good, so I thought that I 
would make him feel good too, so I opened his fly and pulled out what was 
inside.

I had never seen one before, and I liked what I saw. It was bigger than I 
thought it would be from playing with it through his pants, and I sure 
liked the way it felt in my hand, hot and hard and live like a small 
animal. I pulled on it, very slowly and gently, because I didn't want him 
to come before me. He groaned a lot, and wanted me to go faster, but I 
went carefully and I actually came two times before he went off. And when 
he did let go, I loved to see his stuff fly out, and to watch the 
completely far away look on his face. I couldn't help giggling. 

Well, from then on every time I went to meet him I always took off 
anything under my dress that would get in the way. And the best part was 
that as long as I kept my outer clothes in order, everything would appear 
normal, and no one could guess there was just me - my bottom - without any 
cover under there. 

Well, like matters do, one thing led to another, and one afternoon he said 
he wanted to put it into me. Of course I said no, even though I wanted it 
as much as he did. But I was afraid of getting a baby. A girl that was a 
year older than I had gotten "in the family way," as my parents called it, 
a year ago, and it was definitely bad. She had to drop out of school and 
everything turned for the worse for her. 

So we just made out like we did before. 

But when I got home I thought about it, and I remembered what my friend 
had told me four years before. I decided to learn more about it, so I 
searched around the house and found a book my parents had. Without them 
knowing, of course. It was a real eye-opener! I learned quite a lot in 
just a few minutes! 

Reading about it got me all worked up. I could feel myself getting wet and 
I started rubbing myself through my clothes as I was reading. I came. 
Two times.

I decided to let him put it in me, but in back, not in front. 

The next day was no school, so while my parents were out I called my 
boyfriend and asked him to meet me at "our tree" that afternoon. 

Then I got ready.

The book had said things could get, well, not so nice the back way. After 
all, that's where you shit, right? I wanted to do away with of all that, 
so I found the bag and stuff my Mom had used on me when I was little and 
got sick and couldn't "go to the bathroom." And I used it with a lot of 
warm water to clean out my insides really well. 

The book also said it would hurt if it was done dry, so I took some of 
Mom's skin care stuff. It seemed to do the job on my fingers, letting them 
slip around really well. 

Then I put on a little sun dress with nothing under it and went to the 
woods to meet him. He was already sitting on the fallen tree, waiting for 
me. He got up and gave me a big hug and kissed me, his hands grabbing my 
ass to pull me against him. I kissed him back and put my arms around his 
neck. 

"I have a surprise for you," I said when he let me go.

"Oh? What?"

For answer I opened his pants and pulled them down to his knees. I grabbed 
his "thing," still kind of soft, and pulled on it just a little.

"I want you to put this in me," I said. His "thing" started to get bigger 
and harder right away.

"Only, I don't want to get a baby, so we'll do it another way."

"Other way? What do you mean?"

Then I turned around and lifted my dress up over my back, and put my hands 
down on the tree. I knew that he was staring at my bottom. He liked 
looking at it even with my clothes on.

"You mean..." he started to say.

"Yes!" 

"But... You want me to... to fuck you in the ass?" 

"They say it's good, and you can't get a baby that way, and I want you to 
do it, and I know you want to put it in me and so what are you waiting for?" 

"Oh, my God!" he breathed. "But won't it hurt you?"

"Not as long as we keep it wet with this stuff."

I took out my Mom's skin stuff and rubbed a lot of it all over his stick. 
His eyes got really big at that, and I could tell it felt good to him. I 
turned back around and lifted my dress onto my back again and I turned my 
head around to look. His face was all red, and his "thing" was big and hard 
and red, too, and all covered with hand stuff. He moved up right behind 
me and I felt him pushing it against me, but not quite in the right place.

"Just a little lower," I said, and he moved it down.

"Now push," I said when I felt it in position, at the right spot.

At first it kept popping away. I guess I was kind of closed up, but then 
on the third try I must have relaxed, and I felt it go in. At least the 
head of it did.

"Yes!" we both said at the same time.

"Oh God!" he said again, and started pushing. 

"Go slow," I said.

Little by little I felt it go in. It seemed like it was going to go all the 
way to my throat, though I knew he really wasn't that long. But at last, 
when I was feeling really filled up, his stomach was against my ass. He 
was all the way in me.

"God, it's all the way in you!" he said, as though I couldn't feel it 
myself.

"Don't move yet," I said, "I want to really feel it - OH!" that last was 
when my insides, all by themselves, had gripped it tight.

"Wow," he said. 

It had felt good for me, too. Weird but good, so I tried it again. And once 
again. Then he started to move in me. Slowly at first, but then faster. 
Oh, yes, that was good. And I started grabbing and relaxing with my 
insides in time to his moving, and it just got better and better.

It felt so good that I guess my insides gripped it really hard, because he 
stopped moving, but then he started again even faster. In a little while 
it began to hurt, so I said, "Wait. Pull out and put on more stuff."

So he did, and when he went to push it back in, it just went in with no 
trouble, and it felt better than ever. The feeling of him driving deep 
into my insides was so hot that before long I came. 

And then he was moving really fast, and I was pushing back at him, our 
bodies were making weird noises as his balls slammed against me, and then 
he came way up inside me. I was really close, so I helped with a hand 
between my legs and I came, too. We were both groaning and sort of jerking 
in place for a while. 

When it was over, we just stood there, feeling good, still joined together.

Then he started to go soft. I didn't want to lose the feeling of it 
filling me up, so I did that little gripping thing, up inside me. I was 
worried that I would push him out, but it felt so good. And, surprise, 
much quicker than ever before, he got hard again, all the time still 
inside my ass. It felt really cool, growing in me like that. 

So we started all over again. He didn't go as fast this time, staying 
deeper and moving less, and he lasted a lot longer, being the second time 
around. I came a lot of times, I'm not sure how many, and I only "helped" 
once. Of course his feeling up my chest didn't make it worse.

When at last he came again, deep up my insides, I came one last time, too. 
We tried to keep him inside again, but it was no good. It fell out with a 
funny sucking sound. His pants had fallen all the way down around his feet, 
and the top of my dress was open, but we were both totally spent and sat 
down without even trying to get dressed. We hugged and kissed and told 
each other how good it had been. I hoped he would get it up again, but he 
didn't, at least not before I had to go home to be ahead of my parents.

For a few days after, my ass felt funny, kind of empty and almost too 
relaxed. No, it didn't hurt, it just felt funny.

We didn't repeat what we did that day every time we met. Most times we 
just used our hands to get each other off. It always felt great, and we 
usually wanted to, but we were scared of getting caught. 

But then his Dad got another job in a different state and he moved away. 
We managed to do it a couple of times more before he left. But I never 
trusted another boy enough to do the back door thing with him. And thanks 
in part to that book, I learned other things to do, like eating and 
getting eaten. So through high school and college I didn't do any back door 
stuff, and I pretty much forgot all about it.

So now I'm married and have two little kids and a really good "bedroom
life" with my guy. 

But then I saw that movie...