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 This story is a fantasy.  It involves pedophilia which is illegal in most
legal jurisdictions.  Don't try to act out these fantasies.  This story is
copyrighted by d_copperfeel.  ----

   Near the end of my eighth year in school, a friend revealed to me a most
wonderful secret.

   "Hey Rick,have you ever heard of beating your meat?" he asked me late
one afternoon in class.

   "No, what is that" I asked.

   He then related how he had happened upon an older boy, hiding behind his
garage, who was stroking his penis.  He was shocked and asked the boy what
he was doing.  The older boy then instructed him how to stroke his own
penis and make the sperm shoot out.

   "I saw Larry rubbing his peter.  I asked him what he was doing and he
showed me how to whack my cock.  AS you rub it, it gets long and hard and
it feels great.  Then this white stuff shoots out.  If feels great."

   I had never heard of such a thing.  In the fifth grade, the county nurse
had come to school and explained the difference between boys and girls and
how sex worked.  We all thought it was very funny and I really had no clue
what she was talking about.  But by the eighth grade, I had noticed that
things had changed.  The girls all wanted to have boyfriends and I,
personally, had no clue as to why.  But even I had been noticing the girls
for a couple of years and, even though I didn't know really why, I wanted a
girlfriend too.

   So that afternoon, the curiosity got the best of me.  After dinner, when
my parents were outside on the patio, I went in the bathroom and started to
stroke my dick.  I was amazed to see it get hard and grow longer.  I rubbed
on it for probably fifteen minutes.  As I rubbed it, I couldn't believe how
good it felt.  It gave me a buzz all the way to my brain.  Some clear fluid
started to ooze out of the pee hole and it felt really good, but it didn't
shoot the white stuff like my friend said it would.  After some time, my
Dad came and wanted in the bathroom, so I gave up and cleared out of the
bathroom.

   Even without the orgasm, it felt good enough that I knew I would do this
again.  The next day, after dinner, I decided to try again.  I went into
the bathroom and started stroking my pecker.  It felt wonderful, just as
the day before.  It is hard to explain the way it felt.  It was a pleasure
that was exquisite.  I stroked and stroked and my dick became hard and long
just as the day before.  But today the feeling was more intense.  As I
stroked I began to feel lightheaded, a high I had never felt before.  My
dick fairly burned.  I stroked it and stroked it with an urgency that I
couldnt understand, steadily and unconciously increasing the speed of my
hand.  My brain felt like it was electrified.  The sensation kept building
and building.  Then, to my total surprise, my dick launched a shot of sperm
that landed three feet away in the bathtub.  I couldn't believe what had
just happened.  That spasm was followed my another that arced into the air
and landed in between my legs, in my underwear, making a big mess there. 
Then another followed, landing between myself and the bathtub.  I was
totally out of control!  The sperm continued to surge from the peehole of
my cock.  After about six shots of various intensity, the sperm began to
run out on my hand and onto my balls.  I didn't know what to do.  It just
kept coming out.  Finally it stopped and I sat there exhausted.  My heart
was pounding and I wasn't sure of what had just happened.  The sperm was
all over my hand, my balls, my underwear, on the floor and in the bathtub.
After I finally came to my senses, I realized that I had to clean up the
area.  So I did, wiping up all the sticky white goo with toilet paper,
finishing just in time before my Dad came knocking on the door.

   After that day, masturbation became my new hobby.  Every day that I
could get a moment alone in the bathroom, I pleasured myself with
increasing intensity.

   At that time in my life, I lived with my parents on a dead end street
with a cul-de-sac at the end.  From the main road, my house was the seventh
house on the left.  My friend,Stephen, who was a year older, lived two
houses closer to the main road.  Marie, who was two years younger, lived
two houses past mine on the right.  Just past Marie's house the street
curved slightly to the left and there were 4 cleared but undeveloped lots
on each side of the street past the curve.  A retired couple, Mr.  and Mrs.
Davis, lived in the house just past mine.  In the second house from the
corner, on the right, lived the Harrison sisters and their parents.  There
were three of the Harrison girls.  Dana was the oldest at sixteen.  Then
came Kimberly, who had also just finished the eighth grade, and the
youngest was Karen,who, like Marie, was two years younger than Kimberly and
I.

   Stephen was somewhat a lady's man.  He was constantly flirting with any
attractive girl who happened to cross his path.  Unlike me, he wasn't a bit
shy and he seemed to understand things that I had no clue about.  He had
just moved into the neighborhood about a year before and both Marie and
Karen had had crushes on him.  He liked Marie and was constantly trying to
get close enough to touch her or kiss her.  Marie and all the other girls
on the street were considered "good girls".  Their Moms kept a close eye on
them and kept the boys at bay.  All these girls, like Stephen, seemed to
understand the difference between the sexes and they all had middle school
boyfriends.

   The Harrison sisters were all well mannered and popular in school. 
Dana, at three years older, was totally out of our league.  She was
practically an adult and, of course, she had a steady boyfriend.  Kimberly
did extremely well in school,always at the top of our class.  Like Dana,she
was pretty with blond hair and blue eyes.  All the girls had the common
characteristic of having small breasts and a well developed rear end.  At
thirteen, Kimberly was still basically flat chested but from the waist down
she was a grown woman.  Karen was a little different from her sisters in
that she had dark brunette hair and green eyes.  She resembled her father
while the other two were more like their mother.  The surprising thing
about the Harrison sisters was that their Mom, who was otherwise strict,
let them wear some really tight and revealing clothing.  Throughout most of
the summer they would be wearing tight, really short shorts that
accentuated every curve and crease of their developing bums.

   Our Summer days were filled with bike riding and playing pitch with a
baseball or football.  Usually, about dark, we (Stephen and I) would
usually end up at either the Harrison's house or at Marie's.  Stephen would
usually be flirting with them and talking suggestively, to which the girls
would playfully scold him and tell him that he was a perv.  But,at times,
Kimberly would correct some sexual fallacy that we might be discussing. 
During school term, Kimberly seemed to always have a boyfriend but seemed
to change boyfriends about once a month.  At one time or another,she had
gone steady with nearly every popular boy in our class.  But going steady
at that time usually meant a chaperoned date at the movies and holding
hands at recess.  I never really saw any indication that Kimberly was
sexually active, but in our evening conversations, I found out that she
knew a lot about the subject.  I'm sure she had learned things from her
older sister and her Mom probably warned her about teenage boys.  Karen, on
the other hand, was just a giggly eleven year old girl.  She had gone
steady with a couple of boys at school but her Mom wouldn't let her date. I
doubted that she knew much about sex, but she surely looked good and sexy
in those tight shorts.

   Of course Summer wasn't all just fun and games.  There was the despised
weekly ritual of mowing the lawn.  I didn't mind running and riding my bike
until sweat soaked my clothes, but having to do a chore just upset my
adolescent sense of entitlement.  But, in order to get my weekly monetary
allowance, I was required to cut the grass.

   One hot day I was in the storage shed behind our house, getting the
mower ready to work.  As I set down the gasoline can something under the
work bench caught my eye.  I looked closer and found a magazine.  When I
pulled the magazine from its hiding place my eyes were filled with a
wondrous and wonderful sight.  There on the cover was a beautiful blond
woman with her large breasts and nipples fully exposed and a big smile
exposing beautiful white teeth.  My penis was instantly erect.  I looked
inside the cover and found a fascinating story that unfolded more on each
page.  This blond woman was being kissed and caressed by a muscular and
swarthy man.  Each page showed something new.  The man was touching her
breasts and her crotch.  Between her legs was a patch of dark hair.  I had
noticed that I was actually starting to get hairy in that area, but I
didn't know that girls had that too.  As I turned the pages I saw things
that I couldn't believe two people would do to each other.  On one page,
she actually had the man's swollen penis in her mouth.  The caption of the
photo said something about a "blowjob".  I had heard Stephen mention
blowjobs, but, hiding my ignorace, I had never asked him about it.  Turning
to the next page, the woman was bent over the sofa and the man was behind
her with his penis sticking into her vagina.  So that was how it was done.
That is what the school nurse was talking about.  The man's thing goes into
the special hole in the woman.  Turning the page again and the woman was on
her back with her legs pulled up to her chest.  The man again had his penis
inside her.  Another turn and the man was standing over the woman with his
penis in his hand, white sperm was spread across her face.  The last photo
showed the woman with the penis in her mouth again, apparently sucking up
the last of the man's come.

   By now, my dick was so hard that it was throbbing and aching.  I reached
over and closed the door to the shed and quickly pulled my aching cock out
of my shorts.  It didn't take many strokes before my jism shot out under
the work bench.  Afterwards, I was breathless and so dizzy I could hardly
stand.  It took several minutes to come to my senses and then I just stood
there and scanned all the photos again and again.  Finally, I remembered my
chore and I went out and mowed the yard.  After that day my fantasies were
much more clear.  Every beautiful woman on tv was now subject to me
undressing her in my mind and having my hot sperm shot on her face.  Mixed
with the celebrity fantasies were the thoughts that, indeed, there were
real girls just a few steps away who also could perform those same acts.

   Summer slipped away quickly that year.  Soon I would be entering high
school and into a new world that both excited me and made me apprehensive
too.  I had heard how the senior boys would pick on the freshmen.  But I
still looked forward to the first day of school.

   About a week before the first day of school, I had just finished mowing
the grass again and I was sitting in the carport of our house while I
cooled down.  I had been sitting there about fifteen minutes when I saw
Karen walking up the street.  She smiled and waved and said hello.

   "Where are you going?" I called out to her.

   "I'm going to try to get some muscadines," she replied and walked on up
the street.  At the end of our street, at the cul-de-sac, there was a
heavily wooded area.  In several of the trees were muscadine vines and the
fruit was just now becoming ripe.  By yanking on the vines or throwing a
handful of rocks it was possible to make the ripe berries fall to the
ground.

   I sat and watched Karen as she walked up the street.  As usual she was
wearing her tight cutoff jean shorts.  She was also wearing a white halter
top that tied behind her neck.  Her full hips seemed to sway a little from
side to side, hypnotizing me and bringing that familiar buzz to my
privates. As she disappeared around the curve, I started thinking about how
great it would be if I could get Karen to give me a blowjob like I had seen
in the magazine.  But she was a good girl and I knew that was probably not
going to happen.  But the thought of cumming on Karen's pretty face
overtook my shyness and I decided to ride my bike up to the cul-de-sac and
try to pick some forbidden fruit.

   I waited a few more minutes to give her time to reach the woods.  As I
mounted my bike, I felt this shiver of excitement run through me.  I looked
around to see if anyone, like maybe her sisters, were anywhere around.  I
didn't see anyone.  I knew Stephen was gone to the mall for the day and
Marie and her Mom had left about a half hour earlier.  My Mom was busy with
her housework and watching her soap operas, so I knew I wouldn't be missed.


   I turned my bike towards the dead end of the street and rode slowly in
that direction.  As I rounded the curve, I could see Karen was already at
the cul-de-sac.  She was tugging on one of the vines and, apparently,
making some of the berries fall.  She picked up some berries and rubbed
them on her shorts to clean them,then popped them into her mouth.

   When I pulled up on my bike, she turned and smiled.

   "Are you having any luck?" I asked.

   "Yea.  There are lots of ripe ones and they fall easily.  Most of them
are ripe but some are sour."

   I got off of my bike and picked up a handful of gravels.

   "Can I help?"

   "Sure," she said happily.

   I took six gravels and flung them up into the tree.  Totally missed. 
Didn't bring down a single berry.  I tried again and got lucky this time. I
hit a big cluster of berries and they came raining to the ground.  There
must have been at least ten.

   "OHH," said Karen.  She scurried around picking up the fallen berries.
Each time she bent over my eyes fairly popped out as I ogled her rear and
her crotch through the skin tight denim of her shorts.

   She wiped off one of the berries and popped it in her mouth.  She then
came over to me, cleaned another berry and popped it into my mouth.  It was
sweet and juicy with just a slight sourness.  She giggled and popped
another in her mouth.  We finished that batch and tried to bring down some
more.  She went to another tree and pulled the vine loose from the trunk of
the tree and gave it a shake.  Several good berries fell and she gathered
them up as I watched the show.  I took aim at another tree and after
several tries my rocks brought down another cluster of the tart fruit.  I
picked them up and wiped them off of my shirt.  I then took the initiative
of feeding them to her.  As she opened her mouth I could see her gleaming
white teeth and her pink tongue.  She had full lips that spread into a
smile with each berry.

   "Mmmm.They are really good," she said.  "We better not eat too many or
we will get a stomach ache."

   "Yep.  I don't want a bellyache," I said.  This indicated to me that
time to act was running short.  How was I going to get this eleven year old
doll to wrap her lips around my already stiffening cock?  Then a thought
came to me.  What the hell, I had to come up with something.

   I watched her as she went back to her last tree and started to shake the
vine again.  I walked up beside her and gathered the courage to launch my
plan.

   "I have to pee," I told her.  I walked on past toward a pine thicket
that was deeper in the woods.  I stopped and looked back at her.  She was
watching me.

   "Would you like to help me?" I asked her.

   "What!?" she said.  I could tell she was a little shocked but bemused.

   "Would you like to help me pee?  You can hold it for me if you want." I
replied.

   "UH!  I don't think so.  Grow up!"

   I smiled at her.  I wasn't going to give up yet.

   "I am grown up.  I'm a big boy.  You want to see?  Come on and you can
hold it for me."

   She stuck out her pink tongue and started picking up some berries.

   "Hurry," I said.  "I can't hold it for much longer."

   I stepped behind the pine thicket and watched her.  She put a berry to
her lips and sucked out the sweet juice.  I noticed that she seemed to be
looking around to see if anyone else was around.

   "Come on, Karen.  I need you to help me," I called out.

   That must have been the magic words, because, much to my delight, she
started walking toward me.  As she approached I gazed at the smooth, sleek
curve of her body down to her privates.  I could see the outline of her
slit hiding behind the blue denim.  When she reached me, I took her hand
and led her a little deeper into the thicket.  I stopped and leaned against
a large oak tree.  She didn't say a word, but looked into my eyes and
smiled.  She watched my fingers as they lowered the zipper of my shorts.  I
reached in with two fingers and flipped my already erect penis out into
view.

   "Oh my God!" she gasped.  "It is big."

   I smiled at her.  I put my right arm behind her and pulled her close to
me.  Her body felt warm and soft.  The suntanned skin of her lower back was
smooth like satin.

   "It will get bigger if you touch it," I told her.

   She looked up at me with a questioning expression.

   "Just touch it," I instructed her again.

   She reached out and grasped it with her thumb and two fingers for a
couple of seconds.  She giggled and pulled her hand back.

   "Hold it for me."

   She looked up at me again then reached out and grasped it again with the
tips of her fingers.

   "Move your fingers back and forth like this."

   With my left hand I moved her fingers back and forth on my dick.

   "Will this make you pee?" she asked.

   "Yea.  In a few minutes.  It will also make something else happen."

   "What else?"

   "Just keep doing like that and you will see.  That feels real good,
Karen.  Just keep doing that."

   She did as I asked and the feelings coming from my crotch were getting
better and better.  Then I showed her how to wrap her fingers around it. 
The sensations got even better.  I leaned over and kissed her on the
forehead.  She looked up and smiled.  Her full pink lips seemed to be
drawing me to them and I kissed her, softly at first then more intensely.
Her lips parted and I felt her tongue moving out against my lips.  I moved
my tongue up and met hers then pushed it into her mouth.  My right hand
started moving up and down on her back.  Then I bravely moved my hand down
until it rested in the middle of her ass.  I couldn't believe how soft and
warm she was to my touch.I moved my hand slowly up and down on her shorts,
working my middle finger along her crack and over the curve of her
buttocks. With this she moaned loudly and broke the kiss.

   "No, don't touch there.  Please." she pleaded.

   I honored her request and started to rub her back again.  The kissing
resumed, our tongues working their magic against each other.  I noticed
that her body was getting hotter and I was starting to perspire.  I reached
up to where her shirt was knotted behind her neck.  I started trying to
untie it with one hand but I couldn't get it loose.  Her right hand was
still slowly stroking my bone hard cock.  My left hand then moved to touch
her.  I touched her stomach right on top of her navel and I started to
stroke her abdomen.  Her kisses and moans became even more intense.  I slid
my left hand up until I found the hem of her halter top.  She broke the
kiss and looked at me with an expression that said I was welcome to
continue.  As I started another kiss I slid my fingers up under her top and
found her right nipple.  The nipple was stiff and erect.  I rubbed it and
pinched it between my fingers.  I pushed the thin cloth up until I could
see her beautiful pinkish brown aureolas.  She was flat chested but her
breasts were soft and her nipples were maturing.  They were slightly puffed
up and the actual nipple was maybe a quarter inch diameter, about the size
of the eraser on a number 2 pencil.  I continued with my gentle stroking on
her back and breasts.

   "Karen.  Have you ever heard of a blowjob?" I asked.

   "Yes.  I know what that is.  I heard Dana and Kimberly talking about
it."

   "Have you ever given a boy a blowjob?"

   "NOOO.  Of course not."

   "Would you like to give me a blowjob, Karen?"

   "I..I don't know.  I don't know how."

   "It's easy.  You just have to put it in your mouth and lick it with your
tongue.  All girls do it," I told her.  Well maybe not every girl but I was
grasping at straws here.

   "I don't do it and my sisters don't." she responded.

   "I bet Dana does.  I bet she blows her boyfriend.  Why wouldn't she?"

   She thought about it for a moment.  She had stopped stroking my cock and
now held it loosely in her right hand.  I think that she knew that Dana
actually did blow her boyfriend and she was wondering if it would be okay
for her to do the same thing.

   "Just try it.  If you don't like it you can stop." I was practically
begging now.

   "Well.  Okay I will try it.  But you better not ever tell anyone about
this."

   "Don't worry.  You will love it.  Just kneel down in front of me and
lick it a little."

   She did as I asked.  She knelt down with her knees in the soft pine
needles at our feet.  As she moved into the kneeling position, I quickly
unbuttoned my shorts and let them drop to the ground.  I also slid my
jockey shorts down far enough to expose my balls to her.  I held my cock in
my right hand while she started by licking the tip.

   "God.  I can't believe I'm doing this for you, Ricky.  You better not
tell anybody."

   "It's okay," I tried to reassure her.  "Just lick the tip and then take
it in your mouth."

   She did as I instructed her to do.  She flicked her tongue all around,
over and under the glans, then took it into her mouth.  I could feel her
tongue rubbing the underside.

   "When you pull it out, let your lips drag on it.  But not your teeth. 
Like sucking a lollipop."

   She did as I asked.  She started doing that over and over.  I could feel
my balls swelling with cum.

   Karen looked up at me and said "You had better not pee in my mouth.  I
will tell my Dad and he will whip your butt."

   "No.  I'm not gonna pee in your mouth.  Don't worry.  Just keep doing
like that.  Try to take it all into your mouth."

   She gradually took more and more into her mouth until she was getting
nearly the whole length into her mouth.  I reached out and stroked her hair
as her head moved slowly back and forth.  Her hair was soft and smooth and
cool to the touch.

   "Go a little faster, Karen.  You are doing so great.  God, that feels so
good.  Yea, like that.  Just do that.  Yea.  Take it all in, Karen.

   She was working hard now.  I think she was really getting into it. 
Occasionally she would moan and then she would pull it out of her mouth and
stroke it fast and hard.  Then she would suck it deep into her mouth.

   My orgasm was coming fast now.  I reached back over my head and grabbed
the bark of the oak tree with both hands.  I closed my eyes and focused
only on the moist heat on my cock that was pushing me closer and closer to
ecstacy.  Then I couldn't stand it anymore, I had to let go.  I reached
down and pulled her head close to my fuzzy balls and fucked her mouth about
ten times before the hot jizm shot out down her throat.  She moaned loud
and pulled out of my grip.  She pulled back just enough for the second
spasm of cum to hit her right on the lips and drip off onto her chest.

   "OHH," she gasped.  Just as she opened her mouth another spurt went
right into her mouth, landing on her tongue.  She jumped back and started
to spit out the gooey,salty juice.

   I grabbed my cock and stroked it until the full load was dispensed and I
leaned against the tree feeling completely drained.

   Just then, Karen stepped up and took a wide swing with her right hand,
slapping me hard on my left arm.

   "Oww!" I said.  I grabbed her by her shoulders so she couldn't swing at
me again.

   "Why did you do that?" I asked her.

   "I told you to not pee in my mouth.  I'm going to slap you silly, you
sorry bastard!"

   "No, baby.  I didn't pee in your mouth.  That was cum.  You know, sperm.
Look here on your chest.  That isn't pee."

   She looked down at the stream of jizm running down between her breasts
and under her halter.

   "I don't care what it was, you shouldn't have shot it in my mouth."

   Her eyes were ablaze with anger, so I tried to calm her down.

   "Karen, I'm really sorry.  I just lost control and couldn't stop it."

   "Crap!  You were trying to shove it down my throat.  You could have
stopped!"

   She was so mad now that she was almost in tears.  I tried to pull her
close to me so I could hug her and calm her down.

   "I just lost control, Karen.  I'm so sorry.  Please forgive me."

   "I'll forgive you after I slap the shit out of you.  I should tell my
Dad what you did.  He will beat you up good."

   "No.  Don't tell your Dad.  Please.  He would beat me up, for sure. 
Look, I really am sorry.  How can I make it up to you?"

   "You can't.  You could have warned me but you didn't.  You wanted to do
it."

   "No.  I just didn't know it was going to happen so soon," I lied.  Of
course, I knew and I wanted to shoot off in her mouth.  But now I had to
smooth her over.

   I pulled her close to me and kissed her on her forehead.

   "Karen, I really like you a lot.  I wouldn't do anything to hurt you. 
Please forgive me.  And don't tell you Dad.  Please.

   "Okay.  I'm not going to tell anyone.  But I'm not doing this anymore. I
hope you liked it because it won't happen again.  It tastes awful.  I can
still taste it."

   "I'm so sorry I did that to you.  I would never do it again."

   "You will never do it with me again,"she said.  "I'm going home.  Look
at this, I have this stuff all over my chest."

   I pulled up my shirt tail and quickly wiped away the offending fluids.
She watched as I sponged up all the love juice that by now was all the way
to her navel.

   I smiled at her as she straightened up her top and fluffed up her hair.

   "You are a beautiful girl, Karen.  Thank you so much for coming here
with me.  I will never forget this.  I know you are mad now, but you will
see that this is just part of growing up.  I won't be the only one you
blow."

   "It won't be you again, you....you butt!" she said, then started walking
away.

   I pulled my pants up and watched as she stepped slowly from the woods.
She then started off down the street towards her house.  I was a little
nervous, afraid she might really tell her Mom or Dad, but I was pretty sure
she would keep it secret.  She knew enough about sex and boys to know that
it was natural for males and females to get together.

   I didn't see Karen again until the following week, the first day of
school, when she was at the bus stop with the rest of us.  She looked at me
and gave me a faint smile.  I could tell then that I had been forgiven. 
Then her school bus arrived and she and the other kids bound for middle
school boarded.  I saw her sit down beside a window and then she looked at
me and, as the bus pulled away, she stuck out her soft, pink tongue and
then smiled.

   It was a Summer that I will never forget.

   END

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