T15 Young Love {Titmouse} (Mf,1st)
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WARNING NOTICE:
The following story is erotic fiction and includes
descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or
if such things may offend you, quit reading now.
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Young Love
by Titmouse
(C)1997, All Rights Reserved
"Mr. Mansfield?" Janice Cramer, a junior from my
5th period history class, is at the door of the
classroom. She's one of my favorite students, both this
year and last, when I taught sophomore history.
"Yes, Janice?" I ask.
"Could I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure," I say. "Come on in."
Janice is a pretty girl, about 5'6", with a trim
body, brown hair and green eyes. Today, she is wearing
a form-fitting top that doesn't quite reach her short
skirt, revealing a line of skin around her middle.
Janice walks over to my desk and sits down in the chair
at the side. She looks uncomfortable but determined.
"Yes?" I prompt, when she doesn't speak for several
moments.
"Mr. Mansfield... I need some help."
I push back in my chair and give her my full
attention. I try to be available to my students, and
Janice is worth helping. Plus, I like looking at her,
especially her young, firm breasts, which ride high on
her chest. They are not especially large, but large
enough. The tight top she is wearing today certainly
calls attention to them. I try not to ogle her too
obviously.
"Is something wrong?" I ask.
"Well, I guess. I need to talk to someone."
"You can talk to me," I assure her.
"Will you promise not to tell anyone?"
I think for a moment, then say "I can't say I'll
promise without knowing what you're going to say. But I
won't talk about what you tell me without your
permission unless it's really important, and then I'll
tell you what I think should be done and try to get you
to agree."
She thinks about that for a while. Then she sighs.
"Well, what I need to talk to someone about is my
boyfriend, Jimmy. He's sixteen, and... he's older
and... well, he wants me to have sex with him."
Several thoughts dance into my mind at the same
time. I know this is an important subject to kids of
this age. I know things have changed a lot since I was
that age. I wonder why she's asking me instead of one
of the women teachers. And the thought of some teenage
boy groping those marvelous tits, or sliding a hand
under that tight skirt to the treasures beneath it, or
rolling on top of her and pushing his little teenage
dick into her tight teenage pussy is highly erotic. I
feel my own cock stir in my pants.
"That's a tough one, for sure," I say. "The
important thing at your age is not to be pressured into
doing something you don't want. I know you've probably
heard it a thousand times, but you're still young, and
you've got lots of time to get around to sex. There's
no hurry."
"I know that," says Janice, glancing up at me.
"I've been thinking about it a lot, lately. Jimmy and
me... well, we've been getting pretty close, I guess.
He wants me to, sure, and sometimes I want to, too."
"Yes...?"
"Well, in fact, I think I've decided to go ahead."
My cock jolts into erection. This nubile girl,
scarcely more than a child, is talking to me about
having sex. I have no idea what to say.
"Uhhh... Maybe you should think it over carefully,"
I say, stupidly.
"I have thought about," Janice says. "It's not...
it's not a question of whether..."
"Do you really think Jimmy is mature enough?"
"Well," she says, looking me in the eyes, "no.
That's the problem."
"I don't understand."
"Jimmy's a great boyfriend, but, well, I think
making love the first time is something really, really
special. I want it to be right. And I don't think
Jimmy is the right one, not for my first time."
She is looking right at me. She sucks in a large
breath and then sighs, which makes her teenage tits rise
pertly and then settle back.
"What I want," Janice says, "is for someone to
teach me about making love. Somebody who knows what
he's doing and can show me." I can't say anything. My
mouth is open, but nothing will come out. "I mean, my
boyfriend wants to bad enough, but he doesn't know
anything. He's never done it either. And I want the
first time to be good and right, not some clumsy
fumbling foul-up in the backseat of a car."
In a sudden flash, I begin to suspect where she's
going with this. I try to stop her, to say no, but
nothing comes out.
"I've always thought you were a special person, Mr.
Mansfield. You seem to remember what it's like to be
our age. And when I started thinking about this, about
wanting it to be right, that's when I started thinking
that someone like you would be the right person to show
me." Her eyes finally leave my face. She looks down at
her hands. "Would you? Would you teach me? About
love?"
I am dumbstruck. As a teacher of high school
girls, I have had fantasies before, but I never had any
thought that they might really come true. I have
daydreamed, and I have even masturbated over visions of
sex with a couple of students, but I had never made and
would never make a move toward realizing it.
"Well, Janice," I say, clearing my throat, "this is
hardly appropriate..."
"Mr. Mansfield," Janice says, cutting me off, "I
know all the things you're going to say. But I've
thought it through, and this is what I really want.
I've got it all figured out so we won't take any risk,
and I'll never, never tell anyone."
The long, awkward conversation that follows would
take forever to relate, and it all goes for nothing. I
try to sidetrack Janice, offering many reasons why it's
a bad idea. I am scared, for one thing. Sex with a
teenage girl -- a student -- would be certain ruin,
maybe jail. But Janice counters everything I say. She
has it all planned. She knows where we could go, and
nobody would ever know. She's already taking birth
control pills, so there's no danger. She is determined.
If I won't do it, she'll find someone else. But she
wants it to be me. She likes me and trusts me.
Finally, I wear down. The truth is that my mind is
screaming "No, no!" but my cock is begging "Yes, yes!"
At last, hesitantly, I agree, and Janice rewards me with
a huge grin. We make plans to meet at her uncle's cabin
by Fisher Lake on Saturday.
We arrive at the cabin by the lake in separate
cars. I turn off the main highway, go down a side road
about three miles, and take the gravel road back into a
section where summer cottages are spread out at wide
intervals. At her parents' cabin, I turn in, drive into
the woods about 100 yards through several turns, and
pull up in front. Janice's car is already there. We
are completely hidden from the road.
As I climb out of my car, Janice comes out onto the
cabin's porch. She is wearing a t-shirt and tight, cut-
off shorts. Her arms are wrapped around herself,
hugging those precious tits.
As I step up onto the porch, she comes close and,
raising up on tiptoes, kisses my cheek.
"I wasn't sure you'd come," Janice says. "Thank
you."
"Is there any point in trying to talk you out of
this?" I ask, hoping she'll say no.
"No," she says. "Let's go inside."
The cabin is one large room, with a sofa and two
chairs clustered near the fireplace on one wall, an open
kitchen, and an alcove with a bed next to a door that
presumably leads to the bathroom. The bedspread has
been pulled off the bed and is lying, neatly folded,
across a nearby chair.
We stand awkwardly for a moment. I realize that
the time for passivity has ended. If I am going to do
this, if I am to show Janice what she wants to know, I
must take charge. After all, I'm supposed to be the
expert.
"Come here," I say, holding out my arms. Her arms
still folded under her breasts, Janice moves to me and
into my arms. I wrap them around her and give her a
reassuring hug. "How about a kiss?"
She tilts her face up and offers her soft lips to
me. I touch hers with mine, gently, savoring this first
kiss. With my tongue, I trace along her lips, and
Janice opens them to me. I slip my arm around her neck
and pull her to me. I slide my tongue into her
welcoming mouth; her tongue meets and plays with mine.
Her arms relax to her sides, allowing her breasts to
press against me. Then Janice throws her arms around my
neck and kisses me back eagerly, openly. She presses
against me, sucking my tongue, letting her entire body
flow against mine.
"Ummmmm," Janice says when we break the kiss, "you
kiss good."
"Thanks," I say, "but kissing takes two people.
You kiss good, too. I don't think there's anything for
me to teach you there."
Janice slides her arms down from my neck and takes
one of my hands in both of hers. Backing up, still
facing me, she begins to pull me toward the alcove
bedroom.
"But there are other things I want to learn," she
says. "Why don't we get started?"
Janice walks me into the alcove and to the bed.
She sits down and pulls me down alongside her. Turning
her face up to me again, she invites another kiss, and I
am happy to oblige. The kiss begins gently again but
soon heats up. I push my tongue into Janice's mouth and
she welcomes it eagerly. Then I pull my mouth away and
nibble down her neck with lips and teeth to the
sensitive area at the base of her neck, pulling her to
me. Her slim body seems small in my arms, but her firm
teenage titties press against my chest.
We fall back slowly onto the bed. I raise up over
her on one elbow and, looking into her eyes, slide my
hand under the bottom of her t-shirt and slip up over
her ribs to cup her breast. Janice presses up against
my hand, pushing her tit against my palm. I squeeze and
mold it. My thumb glides over the top of her tit,
feeling the nipple respond through the material of her
bra.
I move my hand to her other breast and fondle it
for a while. Then I pull my hand back to grasp the
bottom of her t-shirt and push it up and over her tits.
Her peach-colored bra is cut low, revealing the tops of
Janice's breasts almost to the nipples. I kiss and suck
on the tops and down into her cleavage, then run my
tongue under the edge of the bra cups to tease her
nipples. Moving from one to the other, I soon have both
nipples erect.
"Ummmm, that feels so nice," Janice says. "Boys
are obsessed with girls' breasts, but they sure don't
know how to treat 'em. They're always grabby, not
gentle and sensitive like you are."
"I'm obsessed, too," I say, "just a little more
reverent." I work my tongue into one bra cup and
capture a nipple, sucking it into my mouth. After a
couple of long, strong pulls at the nipple, it goes from
erect to almost hard, swelling in my mouth noticeably.
"Would you like me to take my bra off?" Janice
asks. That seems like a great idea to me. I pull back
to give her room and help her strip off her t-shirt.
Then I reach under her back, find the clasp, and quickly
release it. Slipping the straps off her shoulder, I
pull the bra away from her body, revealing her young
teenage tits to my view. Although Janice is lying on
her back, they are firm enough to flatten only a little
from gravity, thrusting up from her chest in proud
glory.
"Oh, honey," I tell her, "you're just gorgeous. So
pretty. Let me kiss them."
And I do, sucking each nipple in turn, then opening
my mouth and pulling as much of her firm tits into my
mouth as possible. After playing with them to my
heart's content (temporarily, at least), I move my
kisses back up her neck and onto her sweet, responsive
lips. We kiss passionately. I pull her against me.
Then, wanting to feel her naked tits against me, I strip
off my own t-shirt and press them against my own breast,
flattening her tits against me, the nipples burning like
hot pebbles on my chest.
After several minutes of hot kisses, I slip a hand
between Janice's knees and rest a palm on her thigh.
Her response is to relax her legs, allowing her knees to
drift apart. I move my hand down to her crotch by slow
degrees and cup her pussy through her jeans.
"Ohhhh," Janice moans softly. "Ummmm... yessss!"
She moves her pelvis up against my hand, pressing her
pussy to me. I press against her snatch, feeling the
warmth and faint dampness. I push my fingers into her
slot as best I can through her tight jean cutoffs.
Janice moves a hand down to my waist, then slips it
between us. Her fingers touch my erection through my
pants, and it swells up in response. Janice cups it in
her palm, slides up and down along my cock, then grips
in her slim fingers.
"Oh, honey," I say, "that's the spot. I like what
you're doing." I hunch my hips, stroking myself against
her clutching hand.
"I guess guys like to be touched as much as girls,"
Janice says. "Jimmy wants me to touch him, but if I do
it very much, he pushes my hand away. Says I'll make
him shoot in his pants."
"I can understand that," I say. "If you kept that
up very long, I might cum in my pants, too."
"Ooh, we don't want that, do we?" Janice says,
smiling up at me. "But... what should I do about Jimmy?
Should I take it out?"
I don't see how that would keep Jimmy from cumming,
although it might save his pants. But I very much like
the idea of Janice taking my prick out of my pants and
holding it in her hot little teenage hand.
"Well," I tell her, "it depends. If you're going
to make love, you're going to have to take it out sooner
or later anyway. And if you're not going to make love,
you can do other things that are a lot better than
making him cum in his pants."
Janice seems to like the idea of touching my naked
cock as much as I do. At least she wastes no time in
reaching for the button of my slacks. She fumbles with
it awkwardly for a few moments until I reach down and
help her release it. Janice grasps my zipper and tugs
it down. Then she puts her warm, moist palm on my
stomach and slides her hand under the elastic of my
undershorts. My rampant cock is right there, sticking
up along my stomach. She runs her hand down its length
to the base, then moves up slightly and wraps her
fingers around my prick. I moan in delight.
"Ummmm, you seem to like that," Janice says. "Does
that feel good?" She knows damn well it does, I'm sure.
"Oh, yeah, baby, I like it a lot," I tell her.
"That's right. Hold it like that, and move your hand up
and down."
She jacks me off inside my shorts for a while. My
hand is cupping and pressing against her pussy. I'm
eager to get my hand on her naked cunt, but I'd like to
get her mouth on my cock even more. Janice pushes my
shorts down, exposing my prick. She looks down as she
wraps her fingers back around it and jacks up and down.
"Uhhh... you said there are other things?..."
Janice says. "Like what? The girls talk about...
blowjobs... but I don't know what that really means.
Does it mean... kissing you... down there?"
"Yes, something like that," I say. "It's kissing
and a lot more."
Janice ponders that a moment.
"Well... would you show me how? I want to learn to
do it."
"Sure, if you want to," I say. I pull my arm out
from under her. "Here... Let me sit up." Our legs are
still draped over the edge of the bed, so when I sit up,
I'm back in my original position, sitting on the side of
the bed. "Let me see," I say, thinking. "I think the
best is for you to kneel on the floor between my legs."
Janice sits up, too. Her torso is covered in a
faint sheen of perspiration. Her firm tits jut out from
her chest, the nipples still enlarged, pouting out from
the tips of her breasts. As she slips down onto the
floor, I raise up and shuck my pants down to my ankles,
kick my loafers off, and drag both my pants and socks
off my feet at the same time. I am completely naked,
now. Janice still has on her shorts, but is otherwise
bare.
She kneels between my legs and grasps my cock again
in her right hand, stroking up and down on my hard-on.
She looks up at me.
"I... I don't know what to do," Janice says. "Tell
me."
I lean back on my hands.
"You take it in your mouth," I tell her. "You
don't blow on it. It's more like sucking on it. You
use your mouth like your hand, or like your pussy.
Slide up and down on it with your mouth, using your lips
to hold it."
Tentatively, Janice moves her lips toward my
rampant hard-on. She licks her lips and opens her
mouth. I feel her warm breath as she lowers her head
and then the feathery touch of her soft lips on the end
of my tool. Slowly, the pretty, brown-haired teenager
takes the head of my cock into her mouth.
"That's right," I tell her. "Now, suck on the end
of it." I feel the suction of her mouth as her cheeks
hollow. "Use your tongue," I say. "Move it back and
forth and rub the underside of my prick. It's real
sensitive there, just like your clit."
Experimentally, Janice slides her tongue from side
to side under the head of my dick. Then she does it the
other way, extending and retracting her tongue to rub up
and down along the length of it.
"That's very nice, Janice," I tell her. "That
feels good. Now, take a little more into your mouth.
But watch your teeth. Don't let them touch me. Use
your lips to cushion them."
She moves her head forward a little, sliding her
lips down my cock. They grip the diameter of my prick
like a soft, constricting band moving down the shaft.
The head slides along her tongue.
"Go farther," I say. "You can take more. With
more practice, you should be able to take it all, or
almost all."
Janice presses forward a little more. I feel the
tip nudge the back of her mouth. Suddenly, she gags,
draws back and pulls her mouth off of me.
"That's okay," I tell her. "You'll get used to the
feel. Wrap your hand around me, just in front of your
lips, and use it to control how deep I go.
Janice takes my prick in her right hand and uses it
to guide my cock back into her mouth. She holds her
lips tight and pushes her head down over my dick,
allowing the gradually increasing girth to push her
mouth open. I slide into her innocent, teenage face.
Her hand slips down my cock in front of her lips,
gripping me firmly but sliding in the slickness of her
previous effort. I touch the front of her throat again,
but she doesn't gag this time. She moves her head in a
small circle and my prick rolls around in her mouth.
Then she pulls back, sliding up my cock again until just
the head is still in her.
"That's right, baby," I say. "You want your hands
and mouth to work together. Your hand should grip me
like a tight pussy, sliding up and down. Your mouth
adds to it, something special no pussy can do. Work on
the head when it slides in, like you did before. Twist
your head from side to side, and turn your hand on it,
back and forth."
Janice keeps working on my prick, trying to do as I
tell her. She's awkward at first but grows better at it
with practice as she continues to mouth my stiff dick.
She slides her mouth and hand up and down it, twisting
her hand around each time she pushes forward to take it
in her. Watching this 17-year-old suck on my cock is
one of the sexiest things that has ever happened to me.
"That feels very good, Janice," I tell her. "It's
not just the way it feels, though, it's the way it
looks, too. You look very sexy. It's a real turn-on to
see my cock sliding into your mouth, to see your hand on
my prick and feel it sliding up and down. Does it turn
you on? Do you like the feel of my cock in your mouth?"
Janice looks up at me and smiles around the tube of
man-meat she is sucking on. She slips me out of her
mouth but keeps her hand on me, jacking up and down on
my prick.
"Yes," she says, "it really does turn me on. Look
at my nipples-- they're hard as rocks. I can feel them
tingle. And my... my pussy,too. It keeps twitching
inside-- kind of like your... your cock does when it's
in my mouth. It make me feel-- I don't know-- like
powerful or something. I can tell you like what I'm
doing to you. I can tell I'm turning you on, making you
sexy. I like that. And I like the feel of your cock in
my mouth and the feel of it in my hand. It's like hard
inside and soft outside, real soft and smooth."
I reach down to her pert, young tits and cup one in
each hand. Her taut nipple press against my palms. I
squeeze them firmly, then pinch her nipples and pull on
them. Janice closes her eyes and rocks her shoulders
back and forth. Then she opens her eyes and guides my
cock up to her mouth. Instead of taking it in, though,
she holds it up straight and licks at the underside.
"Oh, yes, you little honey," I tell her. "That
feels good. Suck me again." She slides her mouth over
my prick and pushes her head down onto it. "Oh, yes," I
say. "That's very nice."
Janice continues to give my cock a good working
over. Clamping her lips around me, she rocks her head
back and forth, sliding her lips along my prick. I
start pushing my hips up to meet her downstrokes, then
pulling back slightly to drag my cock out of her mouth
through her clutching fingers and sucking, licking
mouth.
"Are you getting real turned-on, Mr. Mansfield?"
she asks. "Would you cum if I keep doing this?"
I smile at her weakly. "Oh, yes," I say. "I could
definitely cum if you keep doing that. Do you want me
to?"
Janice cocks her head as she considers. Almost
absent-mindedly, she continues to move her hand up and
down my prick.
"I don't know," she says. "If you do, does that
mean you won't be able to... You know what I mean. You
know what I really want. If you cum in my mouth, will
we still be able to do that?"
"Well," I say, "I wouldn't be able to do it again
right away, but we've got lots of time. I'm sure we'd
find something to do in the meantime until I'm ready
again."
Janice leans down and kisses the head of my cock.
"Well," she says, "I'm really tempted. I mean,
I've never seen a guy cum before. Except for the time
Jimmy did it in his pants. But if I make you cum, what
happens... I mean, what about... you know."
I reach down and stroke her hair, then move my hand
down to caress a tit.
"Well," I say, "you know what's going to happen
then. When you make me cum, I'm going to shoot my seed
out of the end of my cock. What you do then is up to
you. Some women don't like it. They may put a hand
over the end to catch it, or just move away and let it
shoot out. But the best thing for me is for you to take
it in your mouth."
"Ewww," says Janice, wrinkling her nose. "What
does it taste like?"
"Oh, creamy, stringy, and a little salty," I tell
her. "You may not like it at first, but most women get
to like it. Most of them just swallow it down. Some
spit it out afterward. Swallowing it is real sexy,
though, for both of us. It's like you make me cum
harder by keeping on while I'm shooting, and if you
swallow it while it's happening, it's like I'm shooting
it right into you and you're taking everything I've got
to give."
"Is that what I should do with Jimmy?" Janice asks.
"If you want to do it the best way, yes," I tell
her. "A woman who drinks a man's cum is giving him the
best she's got. I can't explain, really, but in some
ways it's even more intimate than making love. You're
not getting anything yourself, you see. You're doing it
all for him, and making him cum as hard as you can.
It's sure as hell sexy, I can tell you."
"Then I guess I should learn," Janice says, after
thinking it over for a moment. "I guess I want to make
you cum in my mouth. Would you like me to?"
"Yes," I say. "Yes, of course. I want to cum in
your mouth, baby. Make me do it."
Janice looks at me and moves her mouth back down to
my prick. She licks the head and the underside, holding
me in one hand and lapping her tongue up it like it was
an ice cream cone. Then, raising up on her knees, she
pushes her mouth down onto my cock and begins to give me
a vigorous blowjob.
She bobs up and down on it, licking and sucking.
When she has me as deep in her mouth as she can take it,
she twists her head from side to side while pressing her
tongue up against my prick. Using her hand like an
extension of her mouth, Janice slides her fingers up and
down my pole, milking it, squeezing it in her hot,
slippery grip.
For an amateur, she has learned very quickly. It
feels incredibly good. And I'm turned on by this young
girl going to town on my cock, plunging up and down.
Her firm, young tits bob up and down with the motion,
her nipples standing out like hard buttons. My prick
slides through her clutching fingers and into her young
but eager mouth, which is stretched wide by the size of
my tool. When she pulls back, her lips are pulled
outward to drag along the stem, and her fingers rub
along the sensitive area underneath.
"Oh, that's really sexy," I say. "It feels really
good, Janice. Yes, baby, that's right. Suck my cock,
honey. Squeeze it. Yes... yesss. That feels so good.
Oh, your mouth is so hot, baby. Go down on me. Suck
my dick. Oh, yes."
Janice is really going after me now, sucking hard
on my cock and jacking up and down on the shaft. Her
mouth is making little smacking sounds as she pulls on
it. I can feel my cum start to build.
"Yes, baby. That's so good," I tell her. "You're
gonna make me cum, all right. Do you want it, baby? Do
you want my cum? Do you want me to cum in your mouth?"
For an answer, Janice increases her efforts,
twisting her head back and forth on my cock, her hands
flying up and down, her fingers gripping me tightly and
twisting around on my prick. She's making little
whimpering cries with the effort, urging me on, urging
me to shoot my load into her tender, young mouth.
"Oh, yes," I moan, the cum rising in me. "Yes,
baby, I'm going to do it. Oh, god, baby. Yes. Yes,
here it comes. Oh, oh, AHHHHH!"
The cum boils out of me. I shoot one, two, three
hard jets into Janice's eager, sucking teenage mouth,
followed by several more weaker spurts. Janice
hesitates briefly when the first shot of cum blasts into
her. She almost chokes, but then she swallows and keeps
on sucking and jerking on my cock, milking it with her
fingers, urging me to shoot more of my cum into her
welcoming mouth. She keeps on squeezing and sucking and
swallowing until I am completely spent, drained,
exhausted.
"Oh, god, baby," I tell her, "that was so good.
You really made me cum hard."
Janice lifts her head off my cock and grins at me
proudly.
"Did you really like it?" she asks. "Was it good?
Did I do it right?"
"You did beautifully, honey," I say. "It was
really sexy and wonderful. Did you like it?"
"I wasn't too sure at first," Janice admits. "That
first shot of cum, I guess I didn't know what to expect.
But it felt so sexy to make you shoot like that, and
there was more cumming, and so I just swallowed it and
kept on and it wasn't bad at all, just a little strange
at first."
There's a dribble of cum that has escaped from her
mouth and is running down her chin. I reach out and use
a finger to wipe it up, then offer it to her mouth.
Without hesitation, Janice opens her mouth and sucks my
finger in, licking the cum off it. She works her tongue
around inside her mouth, gathering up remnants, and
swallows again.
"It's kind of sticky," she says.
"Yes," I say, "but you'll get used to it."
"I think I already am," Janice says. "I liked the
way it felt. I liked making you cum and making you
shoot into my mouth."
I pull her up to sit on the bed beside me. We hug
and kiss for a while. I enjoy the feel of her firm,
young tits against me. Our kisses grow increasingly
passionate, and I lay Janice down on the bed, snuggling
her close to me. My leg slips between hers, and I press
it up against her pussy, still covered by her shorts.
Janice presses back against me, rubbing her still-virgin
cunt against my leg.
After a bit of this, I pull my leg away so that I
can unfasten her shorts and work the zipper down. Then
I slide my hand over her slim stomach and into her
panties. Her pussy hair is still somewhat sparse. My
finger finds her slot and slides along the lips, which
are slick and wet with her juice. Without trying to
penetrate, I work my fingers between the lips and stroke
her cunt, making sure that the base of my finger rubs up
against her clit.
Janice hugs me tightly, eyes closed. Her lips
part, and her breath is rapid. When my finger strokes
along her clit, she sucks in air through her teeth and
moves her hips in response. Carefully, I slip the tip
of my finger into the start of her fuck channel and work
it around, then push in a little farther. Now, as I
stroke Janice's cunt, my finger slides into her virgin
pussy about an inch on each downstroke.
But it's cramped inside her tight shorts and
panties. I withdraw my hand and start working her
shorts down over her hips and, after a moment, Janice
helps me. She lifts her hips and we gradually get the
shorts down onto her thighs. Then I push her panties
down, too, and drag both down her legs and off her feet.
Janice is trying bravely not to be shy. The
teenager keeps her eyes closed except to look up at me
once to see that I'm looking at her, not her pussy. She
has pulled her legs together. I put my hand on her
snatch and push between her thighs, beginning to stroke
her again. Gradually, Janice relaxes, letting her
thighs open to my hand. Before long, they're wide
apart, giving me maximum access. I slide my finger up
and down in her slot, push it back into her young pussy,
and then move up to the top to stroke and roll her clit.
She shudders with desire.
"Well," I tell her after a while, "I think it's
time for me to return the favor."
Janice opens her eyes and looks at me uncertainly.
"What do you mean," she asks. "I mean...Well, I
don't..."
"Relax," I say. "I'm going to kiss your pussy,
just like you sucked me."
"Uh...I don't know...I mean..." Janice stutters.
"Is that...?"
"Relax," I repeat. "I want to. I'm looking
forward to it. Trust me on this. You'll like it, too."
"Well...okay, I guess," she says hesitantly. "If
you think..."
"I think it's important for you to learn about," I
say. "Believe me, this is something that men and women
do in bed together. Technically, it's called
cunnilingus. I want to show it to you."
"But...Isn't it...dirty?" Janice asked.
"Yes," I say, smiling, "but not the way you mean
it. It's dirty as hell. Sexy as hell. But if you're
clean enough to make love, and I'm pretty sure you took
a bath to get ready today, you're clean enough for me to
eat your pussy. And I'm not kidding when I say I'm
looking forward to it."
"Well, okay, I guess," Janice says, but I wasn't
waiting. I encourage her to move up on the bed and then
shift myself down toward the middle. She has pulled her
legs together again. I kiss her knees, then push
between them and start kissing and nibbling my way down
her thighs. Janice can't figure out what to do with her
hands. They flutter down toward her middle,
instinctively wanting to cover herself from my view,
then finally come to rest, one on her stomach, the other
raised up on the bed near her head.
As my kisses move down her thigh, my head pushes
her legs apart, and her tender, young snatch comes into
view. Her bush is light brown, like her hair, and
trimmed up for summer into a small triangle. Below it
lies her crimson pussy lips, glistening wetly with her
juices and puffy with arousal. The top is gaping
slightly open, revealing the small bud of her clitoris.
I move my lips to her crotch, not kissing it
directly but nibbling all around it on both sides where
her legs join her torso, sucking and licking at the
tender skin. When I feel Janice relax and begin to
respond, I extend my tongue and, starting from the
bottom of her pussy, lick upward between the lips,
ending with a tongue-flick on her clit. I do that
several times more. Her thighs relax and spread wide,
allowing me full access.
"Ummmmm," Janice moans faintly. "Oh, gee..."
"Does that feel good, honey?" I ask.
"Oh, yesssss," she hisses, "oh, golly. I never...
realized... ooooh... it's... yes... it feels good...
oooooh"
I put my mouth down on the top of her cunt and
probe more firmly with my tongue, flicking back and
forth and then up and down and around on her clit.
"Ohhhh," Janice groans, "ohhhhhhh. That's so...
so... ummmmm... sexy. It makes me... ohhhhhhh... feel
so horny... ohhhhh"
Stiffening my tongue, I move my mouth downward and
push it into her virgin pussy, working it around in the
opening of her fuckhole as deeply as I can, then
returning to lick and press her clit again.
"Oooooh, Mr. Mansfield," Janice says. "I've
never... felt... anything like this. Ummmmm...
ummmmm... oooooooh... Yessssss... Lick it! Ooooooh,
yesss."
Janice can't seem to control her body. Her head
whips back and forth, and her hips jerk and twitch in
response to my probing, flicking tongue. I bury my face
in the center of her pussy and thrust my tongue as
deeply as possible into her cunt, using it like a cock
to stroke in and out of her. In reply, Janice pushes
herself up to meet my invading tongue. I put my hands
on her thighs and spread her legs wide open.
"Oh, jeez... oooooh," Janice whimpers. "That
feels so goood! Oh, your tongue... Yes, stick it in me.
Ooooh, yes. Don't stop. Lick me! Yes, right there!"
I can feel her quivering and shuddering
spasmodically. When I brush my tongue over her clit,
Janice snaps her hips up to my face, jerking
convulsively. I can tell she is getting close.
"Oh... oh... oh..." Janice grunts. "Oh, honey,
that's really... so good. Oh, don't stop. Oh, yes!
It's making me... making me... cum. Oh, I'm... I'm
gonna... yes... oh, my god... I'm cummmmmmming!"
Suddenly, she's over the edge. Janice cries out as
if she's in terrible pain and passion all at the same
time.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh, god! Yes! Ow! Oooooh! Oh, god!
Ah! Ah! Ah! Jesus, yes! Ohhhhhhhh!"
Her legs snap up to clamp around my ears. Her
hands fly down onto the back of my head to press my face
into her pussy. She presses her feet against the bed,
straining, pushing her cunt up to my licking probing
tongue. She freezes like that for a long, convulsing
moment, then collapses back limply onto the bed. I give
clit her a final lick, but it's too much.
"Oh, no, please!" Janice begs. "No more. Please,
stop."
Knowing how sensitive she is right now, I obey,
although I'm tempted to drive her crazy with more.
Instead, I keep my face on her pussy, nuzzling gently,
caressingly, while she tapers off. Janice lies there
exhausted, moaning fainting and sighing.
Finally, I pull back from between her legs and
crawl up beside her. I hug her to me, and Janice wraps
her arms and legs around me tightly.
"Did you like that, baby?" I ask.
"Oh, Mr. Mansfield," Janice sighs. "I never... I
mean... I never felt anything like that."
"You've cum before, though?"
"Yes," she says, "but never like that. It's not
the same when you... you know... use your fingers."
"I know," I tell her. "That's why I wanted to do
it for you."
"But... do you like it?" Janice asks. "I mean...
licking... a pussy?"
"Yes," I say. "Just like you liked making me cum.
It's real sexy when you do that to someone, make them
lose control, make them cum real hard. It's like you
said, it feels powerful. And it's also a real turn-on."
"Really?" she asks.
"Sure," I say. "Didn't you get turned on when you
were doing me?"
"Well, yes, but..."
"Can't you feel me against you?" I ask, because my
prick is hard again and pressing against her stomach as
we lie entwined together. "Here," I say, taking her
hand and moving it down to my cock. "Doesn't that feel
like I'm turned on?"
Janice grasps my prick eagerly and strokes it
fervently. I love the feel of her sweaty little teenage
hand on my cock. Her palm slides up and down along the
growing length of it.
"Yes," she says, "I guess you are. I guess, just
because it's different from what you have, that doesn't
make it... you know."
"A pussy is a beautiful thing to a man," I tell
her. "Just like you like cocks, especially because it's
different, because it's a man's sex organ. Most men
like to eat pussy, and I certainly do. And all men, I
think, get a charge out of making a woman cum. Just
like you enjoyed making me cum, didn't you."
"Oh, yes," Janice says. "I guess I know what you
mean. I didn't think your... cock... was, you know,
ugly or anything. I think it's beautiful."
"And I think your pussy is beautiful," I say, "and
I loved making you cum by licking it, especially since
this was your first time."
We're both quiet a moment, thinking about first
times. There's still a big first time to go. I let go
of Janice and push up onto one hand. "Let me show you
something else," I say, "and then it'll be time for us
to make love."
"What?" Janice asks.
I turn my body around so that my head is toward her
feet.
"Have you ever heard of sixty-nine?" I ask.
"Well..." she says, "I've heard of it, but I'm not
exactly sure..."
I smile. "I didn't think you would be," I say,
"since you had never sucked a cock before, nor had your
pussy licked. Sixty-nine is doing both at the same
time. The name comes from the position, sort of like a
six and a nine. Like this."
I stretch out beside her and roll her toward me
onto her side. Then I push against her top leg until
she raises it, opening her crotch to me. I nudge my
head between her thighs and lower my mouth onto her
cunt.
"Ooooh," Janice sighs. "Uh... I don't... I'm...
ooooh..."
She is stiff at first but then gradually relaxes as
I begin to nibble gently at her clit with my lips.
Extending my tongue, I lick her pussy, probing into her
channel. Janice's legs slacken as I work on her, and
she begins to respond slightly, moving her pelvis upward
and spreading her legs wider to give me better access.
I reach around her legs with both arms and use my hands
to spread the lips of her pussy.
Janice raises her head and looks down at where I'm
working on her. My erect cock is nearby, sticking
straight out from my body. She reaches across and takes
it in her hand, squeezing it and stroking it.
"Do you... do you want me to suck you?" she asks
hesitantly.
"Um-hmmm," I murmur into her pussy. I keep licking
her.
Janice shifts position slightly, ducking her
shoulder into the bed and moving her face in toward my
stiff prick. Her head grazes my thigh, and I open my
legs, letting her rest her head on the lower one. She
takes hold of me and bends my cock downward to point it
directly at her mouth. I feel her lips on the head of
my dick, then the wet, warm, sucking cavern of her mouth
envelops the end. She pushes forward and slides her
head down on it. My cock twitches and swells in her
mouth.
"Ummmm," Janice says, then "Yummm!" She throws an
arm over my hips and presses her hand against my ass,
using it to pull me into her mouth. The upward curve of
my straining cock matches better with the inner curve of
her mouth and throat in this position, and she takes me
deeper than before. I want to jam my dick down her
throat but restrain myself.
Breathing through her nose, Janice presses forward,
slowly taking more of me into the back reaches of her
throat. She doesn't get it all, maybe two-thirds, but
it's pretty deep for her inexperience. She pulls back
and presses forward again, not getting much farther, but
taking me as deep as she can. I hump my hips back and
forth gently, fucking her mouth slowly, careful not to
feed her more than she can handle. Meanwhile, I working
on her pussy, clutching her slick lips with mine and
pulling on them, sucking on her clit, probing into her
cunt with my tongue.
It doesn't take long to bring Janice back to a
state of arousal. She's whimpering around my mouth-
filling cock, sucking on it eagerly. She pushes her
snatch up to me, wanting my tongue, seeking the thrill
of it on her clit and in her pussy. When I flick her
little nub firmly, she jumps and cries out, spreads her
legs wider and presses her cunt up to meet my teasing,
tickling, probing tongue.
Reluctantly, I pull my face out of her crotch. I
look down at where her clutching mouth is wrapped around
my thrusting cock and slowly pull it away from her.
"Now," I tell her, "I think maybe it's time for the
main event."
I turn around again and lie down next to her, sliding
one arm under her neck. With my other hand, I stroke
her pussy and probe her damp slit, sliding my finger
into her love channel and occasionally moving it up to
roll and caress her clit.
Eyes wide, her expression solemn, this young
teenager looks up at me. She knows the time has come.
I lean down to kiss her, knowing she can smell and taste
herself on my mouth. She kisses me back passionately,
eager but not knowing what to do.
"I'm ready to put my cock in your pussy, Janice," I
say. "Are you ready? Do you still want me to?"
"Oh, yes," she sighs, turning her face into my
shoulder. "Oh, please. I want to do it so bad. I
don't care if it's right or not. I want you to love me.
Please."
"Okay," I say. I slide between her legs. Janice
looks down between her raised knees where my rampant
erection juts out toward her body. "I'll be as gentle
as possible, but this will probably hurt a little at
first."
"I know," Janice says, looking up at me. "I don't
care. I want you to do it. I think I'll die if you
don't. I'm ready. I want to get it over with. Please
do it to me. Please, fuck me."
Supporting myself on one arm, I reach down between
us and grasp my manhood with the other hand. Lowering
myself slowly, I touch her pussy lips with the head of
my cock and slide it up and down in her notch, wetting
the head with her fluids and locating the entrance to
her cunt. Gradually, I press forward, setting my cock
firmly in the channel.
"Ummmm," Janice murmurs. She spreads her legs wide
to give me better access. I push a little more and feel
her virgin pussy begin to stretch to accommodate my
tool. "Unhgh," she grunts, as the tight tube of her
cunt starts to open to the pressure.
"Relax," I tell her, "just relax and let me get
into you. This won't hurt, not yet. I won't go all the
way until you're ready."
Janice takes a deep breath through her nose and
lets it out, trying to relax. I push a little more, and
the head of my cock pops into her pussy. I pause for a
moment to let her get used to it. I back off, letting
it back out so that the head is just in the entrance,
then press forward again, getting about an inch into her
cunt. Backing off again, then pushing forward, I slide
in a little farther, then run into a barrier. It's as
if her pussy channel was less than two inches deep, but
I know it's just her maidenhead.
"That's the hard part," I say. "That's your
cherry, honey, a little flap of skin across your vagina.
If I break through it, you won't be a virgin anymore."
"I know," Janice says. "That's what I came for. I
want you to do it to me. Do it now. Please. I'm
ready."
I can feel her tense up, anticipating the pain.
"Relax," I tell her. "It isn't very much. It
won't hurt bad, just sting a little." I feel her relax
a little. Not penetrating any farther, I work my prick
in and out several times, getting it well lubricated.
"I'll wait until you're used to me..." And, then,
without warning, before she can tense up, I snap my hips
forward and plunge my cock into her pussy, breaking past
the resistance.
"Ow!" cries Janice, as much in surprise as pain. I
stop immediately, my dick about halfway into her cunt.
She tightens her thighs against me, trying to keep me
out, but I'm not trying to go deeper just yet. When she
senses I'm not pressing forward, Janice begins to relax.
"Was that it?" she asks. "Is there more? That
didn't hurt very much."
I kiss her forehead and then her lips.
"That was it," I assure her. "That's all there is
to it. You'll be a little sore afterward, maybe a
little blood, but that's all."
"Gee," Janice says, "I thought it would be worse.
They way they talk about it..."
"I know," I say. "They don't exactly want to
encourage you to lose your virginity, you know."
Janice smiles up at me. "If most girls knew how
little it hurt, I doubt there'd be any virgins," she
says, "at least not after about the sixth grade." She
moves her hips slightly beneath me, testing tentatively
to see if it hurts. "Ummm," she says, "it's a little
tender. Are you all the way in me?"
"No," I say, "look!" Janice raises her head,
looking down between our bodies. My cock is clearly in
her, but quite a bit just as clearly remains outside. I
back off slightly and push forward again, rocking my
prick in the outer part of her cunt.
"Oooooh," she says, "that's really sexy, to see you
sticking in me like that and feel your cock in my pussy.
It doesn't hurt much at all, just tingles now."
"Then it's time to give you the rest of it," I tell
Janice. "Watch me. Watch me put it all the way in."
I help support her head so she doesn't have to
strain to hold it up. She watches intently as I work my
cock in and out, gradually increasing the pressure on
the downstrokes and penetrating a little farther each
time.
"Oh, jeez," she says. "I can feel it going in me.
It's pushing me open. I never felt anything like that.
Oh, your cock is way up inside my pussy. I can see it
going in. Oh, honey, yes, put it in me. Please,
please. Don't stop. That's right. Yes, a little more.
Oh my god. Oh, yes."
Slowly, working in and out, I bury my cock into
Janice's cunt. As I go deeper, she raises her legs,
spreading them wide, letting me get all the way into
her. I push forward and feel the final inch go in. My
pelvis touches hers, then presses against it. I'm in
her to the hilt. Janice clasps her legs around me,
locking her heels and urging me deeper by pressing them
against my butt.
"Oh, Mr. Mansfield," Janice sighs, "that's so good.
I can't believe how it feels. I can feel the head all
the way up inside me. It's so deep! And, oh, it feels
so good. Does it feel good to you?"
There are no words adequate to describe how it
feels. The last (and only) virgin pussy I was in was
nearly 20 years ago, and I was too young and
inexperienced to appreciate it then. This young
teenager's tight pussy feels marvelous around my
engorged, straining cock. It grips my dick tightly from
base to tip. When it twitches, she squeezes me back,
making it even tighter. When I pull back, it clings to
my prick, letting it slide out only reluctantly, sucking
at it. When I push back in, it yields slowly, spreading
gradually before my penetrating member, opening little
by little to the pressure of my intruding cock.
"Yes, Janice," I assure her, "it feels good to me,
too. Your pussy is so tight and clinging, it's
wonderful. I like it with your legs around me, too.
I've always liked that. And you can sort of fuck
yourself that way, by pulling up. Try it."
Gingerly, while I hold still for her, Janice
tightens her legs and presses against my fanny with her
heels, pulling herself up toward me and impaling herself
on my cock. When she had it as deep as possible, her
weight is off her hips, and she rolls them around,
making my prick rotate inside her pussy.
"Ooooh, yes," Janice says, "that's nice. You're
right. It feels real sexy to do it to myself. Do you
like that, too?"
"Yes, honey," I tell her. "I think it's sexy, too.
But so is this."
And I press down on her, burying my cock all the way to
the bottom of her cunt, then grind my hips, rubbing it
around the inner walls. I slip my hands under her firm
teenage ass and give Janice several tight hunches in
that position, not really pulling out, just relaxing
slightly, then pushing deep again, pulling her up to me,
rubbing my cock against her clit.
"Ummmm, that feels so good," she says. "I never
dreamed it would feel this good. Your cock is sliding
in and out of me, and it's like it belongs there... has
always belonged there. Like my pussy has been waiting
for a cock all these years without knowing it. Oh, fuck
it into me, Mr. Mansfield. Feed it to me. Yes, like
that. So good."
I pork it to her a few more times, then I stop and
wait for her to look up.
"Would you like to try being on top?" I ask.
Janice's eyes widen. "Ooooh," she says. "That
sounds like fun." She pulls her legs down to the bed.
I could just roll over, but the bed we are on is narrow,
just a standard single bed. Reluctantly, I slowly
withdraw my dick from her cunt.
"Oh, no..." Janice cries in protest, but it is too
late. I rise up on my knees.
"Change places with me," I tell her. "Let me lie
down, and you get on top."
Eager to have me inside her again, Janice quickly
shifts to one side of the bed and clambers up to her
knees. Meanwhile, I lie down on my back and scoot to
the center of the bed. Somewhat hesitantly, Janice
straddles my thighs.
"Come on, baby," I say. "Let me have that pussy
again. Move up here." She shifts upward until her bush
is brushing my balls. My slick, blood-streaked dick is
standing straight up. "Now raise up and put me in you."
Janice leans forward on one hand and raises up so
that her pussy hovers above my cock. She waits there
for me to do something.
"No," I tell her. "You put it in. Take hold of my
cock with your hand and guide it to your pussy." She
does as I tell her. She is a little awkward but soon
has the head of my dick lodged at the entrance to her
cunt. "Now, sink down on it, honey. Fuck yourself on
my cock."
Slowly, Janice lowers herself. The angle is not
quite right at first, so I only go in about an inch.
She ships her hips, and I slide deeper up her fuck
channel.
"Oooooh, yes," she says. "Yes, that feels good.
I'm fucking you, now." Janice takes it slowly, savoring
the feel of my hard cock at it pushes into her pussy
again. She works her way down onto me, pausing several
times to ride up and down on my prick for a while,
enjoying the way it feels at different depths.
Gradually, she gets all of me up her tight young
cunt. Janice looks down between us to where our hips
join and watches as she draws her middle up, sliding
most of me out of her pussy, then slowly presses forward
and drops down onto my cock until our pelvises meet and
press together. She lets her arms relax and drops her
torso onto mine, pressing her firm, teenage breasts
against my chest.
"Oh, Mr. Mansfield," Janice says, "I love the feel
of your cock in my pussy." She begins to ride me
steadily, hunching up and down on my dick. "Am I doing
it right? Do you like the way I'm fucking you?"
"You're doing just fine, Janice," I say. "Fuck me
hard, if you want. You're in control. Give me that
pussy. Push it at me, honey."
Janice begins humping her cunt down on me with more
intensity, drawing back and then shoving her hips at me
in sharp, hunching moves, driving my cock deeply up into
her pussy. She does that many times, pausing
occasionally to grind her clit around against my pubic
mound at the bottom of her strokes.
She slows after a while, but continues to rock up
and down on me. She was growing increasingly passionate
as she rode me, rubbing her tits against my chest,
making little inarticulate cries, eagerly impaling her
cunt on my straining spike. I thought she was going to
cum, but now she has slowed down, letting herself cool
down, postponing the orgasm that was rising in her.
"My friend, Dotty..." Janice says, still panting,
"she says she and her boyfriend do it... other ways.
She says Rick sometimes puts it into her from behind."
"Would you like to try that?" I ask.
"I want to try everything," Janice tells me. "I
want to do everything."
"Well, climb off me then," I say. Janice pulls
back, and my cock slips out of her tight pussy. She
backs up, I crawl out from under her. I nudge her
toward the head of the bed. "Kneel down and put your
head on the pillow," I tell her.
Janice huddles down as if I was still under her. I
put my knees between her feet and move up closer. Her
slim back is bent, showing the bones of her spine. Her
firm butt is low to the bed. I place a hand under her
fanny and lift up.
"Raise up some," I tell her, "unless you want me to
fuck your ass."
Janice looks back at me, a surprised expression on
her face.
"Can you do that?" she asks.
"Yes, and maybe sometime we'll try that, too," I
say. "But right now, I want to get back inside your
sweet pussy. So raise up."
She rocks forward and pushes her ass in the air. I
can see the tight, rosy pucker of her anus, and I am
momentarily tempted to try it, but I don't have the
patience right now for breaking in another cherry,
especially one as difficult as a 17-year-old's asshole.
Taking my cock in my hand, I bend it downward and
slip it under her crotch. The shaft slides along her
pussy. Janice wriggles around, rolling her hips.
Placing a hand on her butt to steady her, I feel around
with the head of my prick until I find the notch, then
goose it forward. Both of us are still slick with
fluids from her pussy, and it slides in easily.
Pressing forward steadily, I bury my cock in her cunt
from the rear.
"Ooooh, yes," Janice says. "Let me have it, Mr.
Mansfield. Give me your cock, sweetie. Put it in me
all the way. That's it. Yes, like that. Oh, god,
please, fuck me."
I slide my cock in and out of her pussy, enjoying
the feeling of her firm ass against my stomach. Taking
hold of her hips, I pull Janice's butt back to me,
rooting around in her cunt. Using my hands, I drag her
back and forth, fucking her channel back onto my
straining prick.
I love this position, the way it feels and the way
it looks. My nuts tighten immediately, and I know that
I won't be able to do this very long without cumming.
Janice spreads her knees out, giving me maximum access,
and pushes her cunt back onto my cock. I slip one of my
hands around her waist and find her pussy, using a
finger to stroke her clit.
"Do you like that, Janice?" I ask. "Do you like
the feel of my prick coming into you from behind?"
"Oh god, yes!" she cries. "Give it to me. Oh!
Oh! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy from behind. Come on. Do
it! That's good. Oh, it feels so good! Yes... yes...
Ooooh, feel me. Play with my clit. That's it. Yes.
Oh god, yes, yessss."
I drive my cock into Janice from behind, smacking
against her butt. Her tight, teenage cunt is twitching,
clutching at me and milking my prick. Her torso presses
against the bed, pushing her tits out on either side of
her. Janice's eyes are closed, her mouth open. I'm
fucking her hard and fast, really throwing it to her
now.
"Oh, baby," I say, "I'm not going to last much
longer. It feels too good. Twist your butt, honey.
Dance on my cock. That's right. That's the way to do
it. Fuck me back. Give me your pussy."
I keep using my finger to stroke her clit, and
Janice is panting hard now, moaning each time I shove my
cock up her pussy.
"Ohhhh.... ohhhh... oh, god.... oh.... oh, yes, do
it to me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Push it in. Ohhhh. Oh,
you're gonna make me cum again. Play with me. Fuck me.
Yessss. Yes, like that. Ohhhh... ohhhh... Oh, jeez...
I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum... Just keep... ohhh... just
keep doing that... Ahhhhh.... AHHHHHHH. OH GOD I'M
CUMMMMING!"
Janice bucks and twists on my cock, crying out as
her orgasm hits. I was already close, and this is too
much for me. I feel my own cum boil over, and I start
spurting jets of cum into her tight, dancing cunt.
"Arrrrrrrrgh!" I shout, "I'm cumming too! Oh, god,
yes! Uhhh! Uhhh!" Grabbing her hips, I slam Janice
back onto my cock several times in a row, jerking her to
me and shoving my prick as deep as possible into her
cunt while my jism spurts into her depths. Then,
exhausted, I crumple forward onto her back. Janice's
legs slide out from under her and she collapses flat
onto the bed. I stay with her, keeping my cock in her
pussy.
We lay that way for a while, then I roll to the
side and wrap my arms around her. Although my prick is
starting to subside, it is still hard enough to keep it
in her cunt. Janice pushes her ass back against my
stomach to help me keep it in her, occasionally rotating
her hips to work it around inside.
Finally, we pull apart. Janice rolls over to face
me, snuggling into my arms. She buries her head in the
crook of my neck, nuzzling and kissing. I press her to
me, enjoying her firm, young tits pressed against my
chest.
"Well," I tell Janice, "you got what you wanted.
You're not a virgin anymore, and I think you're ready to
make love to Jimmy."
She raises up to kiss my cheek and then my lips.
"Yes," Janice says. "Thank you. It couldn't have
been better." She pauses for a while, kissing me. "But
I don't know if I'm ready for Jimmy, just yet."
I kiss her back, surprised. "Why not?"
"Well, for one thing, I think Jimmy has some
learning to do, too. I realize now how awkward he
really is. And..."
She doesn't say anything more for a moment.
"And...?" I prompt.
"And there are still some things you haven't shown
me yet."
"There's not much left," I say. "We did nearly
everything."
"Not... not in the back end," Janice says. "We
didn't do that."
"No, and we're not going to," I say. "I don't
think I could get it up again if I had a dozen girls as
pretty as you dancing around the room stark naked."
"It doesn't have to be today," Janice says after a
pause. "It could be... tomorrow."
"Oh, god," I say, "What have I done? I've created
a monster."
Janice laughs. "Not a monster. Just a sex fiend.
I waited a long time. Now I've got some catching up to
do."
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End of 'Young Love' by Titmouse.
Story 15
Author's Note:
This story is the inverse of Story 2 (Learning the Ropes) in which
a young man learns about sex from an older woman. In this case,
a young woman learns about sex from an older man. I think both
cases represent the best possible world. Of course, we wouldn't
want dirty old men preying on young girls. It should be voluntary
and based on a understanding that experience is worth something.
Interested young women should write to the address below for an
application form.
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