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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.  ---------

   This is a continuation of my previous story "Karen and Marie". --------

   On Monday morning, I reached the bus stop at about my usual time.  My
friend and neighbor, Stephen had walked to the stop with me that morning.
He was bragging to me about the girl he had gone out with on Saturday
morning.  She was sixteen years old and a junior at Westside High School,
which was our school's crosstown rival.

   "Man, she wore me out.  I've had pussy before but this girl is an
animal. She loves to fuck and sucks cock like a French whore," he told me
in his most animated style.  "I can hardly wait until this weekend.  My
dick is already getting hard just thinking about her."

   I had also had a sexual experience over the weekend, but I wasn't about
to tell stephen because the girls involved lived too close to home.  What
he didn't know was that I had gotten two delicious blowjobs from 11 year
old Karen Harrison and 12 year old Marie Anderson, both of whom lived on
the same street as Stephen and I.

   When we reached the bus stop, Stephen spotted one of his friends from
his tenth grade class.  He left me and went over to tell his buddy all
about his weekend.  I stood holding my books under my right arm and
daydreaming about soft preteen lips stroking my cock.  After about 5
minutes, I saw Karen and Marie coming down the street toward the bus stop.
When they reached the stop, I saw them smile at me and then stood away from
me, playing hard to get.

   I walked over to them and said," Good morning, girls.  Did you have a
good weekend?"

   "Pretty good," replied Karen.  "How was your weekend?"

   "I had a wonderful weekend," I said.  They both smiled and looked at
each other.

   "I'm having a birthday party on Saturday night.  Do you think you can
come?" asked Karen.

   "Sure.  I wouldn't miss it for the world," I told her.

   "Great.  I'm inviting about 15 people.  Tell stephen he can come too."

   "I will tell him."

   Marie took me by the arm and whispered in my ear,"Don't you dare tell
anyone what happened."

   "Me?  You will probably be the one to tell."

   "Tell what?" It was stephen.  He had overheard the end of our
conversation.

   "Oh.  Karen wanted to tell you about her party on Saturday night."

   "A party?  Great.  Can I come too?" Stephen asked.

   "Yes, you are invited but you had better behave or else,"intoned Karen.

   "I'm always a good boy.  Isn't that right, Marie?"

   Stephen had a major crush on Marie.  He wanted to date her but Marie's
mother kept chasing him away.  I'm sure he would want to be at the party to
try to get close to Marie.  He would probaby punch me if he knew what I had
done with Marie.  I hoped she wouldn't blab to him because Stephen was a
good friend and my only real confidant.

   The bus for the middle school arrived and Karen and Marie climbed aboard
with the other five kids who went to the middle school.  Karen sat beside a
window and waved goodbye as the bus pulled away.  That left me and Stephen
and a couple of other high schoolers waiting for our bus.

   The rest of that week was pretty routine.  The same old classes and same
old boring teachers.  On Friday night, the football game was played at a
school that was out of town, so I didn't get a chance to go.  On Friday
morning I asked my Mom to pick up a gift for Karen's birthday.  She bought
her a pair of earrings and wrapped them in pink crepe paper.

   At seven o'clock Saturday night, I walked down the street to the
Harrison's house.  There were already a few of Karen's guests sitting on
outdoor chairs in the backyard.  Karen met me at the gate and took me by
the arm.

   "Hi baby.  Happy birthday," I said and handed her the gift.  She took it
and thanked me.

   "Everyone, this is Ricky." she announced to her guests and then
introduced me to them one by one.  They were all seventh graders from
Karen's school.  Marie had already arrived, too.

   I sat down beside Marie while Karen went inside to put her gift with the
others.  Her Mom came out a few minutes later with some colas, lemonade and
chips.

   "Hi Ricky.  How are you?" said Mrs.  Harrison.

   "I'm just fine, ma'am," I replied in my most polite tone.

   "Is Stephen coming?" asked Marie.  "Or is he out with his whore?"

   "Uhhh, I think he is coming soon.  I talked to him earlier and he said
he would be here."

   "I bet he is screwing that bitch," she said.  I was a little shocked
that she even knew what screwing was, but, as they say, girls seem to catch
on faster than boys to sexuality.

   "Well, you know, Marie, he really likes you but he isn't able to see you
because of your Mother.  What's a guy supposed to do?"

   "If he really liked me he wouldn't be out with someone else."

   "Well you really like him, but......," I trailed off, letting her finish
the sentence in her mind, knowing that she had willingly tasted my cock
just last weekend.

   "That was different," she said.  "That was just .....That was just
different."

   "Yep, that was different, for sure," I said with a smile and hugged her
up against me with my right arm, teasing her.

   Stephen finally showed up and, after making some small talk with some of
the other kids there, he sat down beside Marie and they spent the rest of
the evening talking and dancing.  Also making a late arrival was Karen's
older sister Kimberly and her boyfriend, Daniel.  Kimberly said hello to me
but Daniel, who didn't really know me, just nodded an acknowledgement of my
presence.  They didn't stick around very long.  After just a few minutes
they went back inside the house and didn't return.

   The party was okay.  I danced with a couple of the other middle school
girls and flirted with them a little, but nothing serious.  I think they
enjoyed getting the attention of an "older man".  Finally, I got to have a
slow dance with Karen, the birthday girl.

   "So when can we get together?" I asked her.

   "I don't know.  I'm tied up with homework and cheerleading all week. 
And then next weekend, we are going out of town to my grandmother's for
Saturday and Sunday.  Maybe in a couple of weeks."

   "I really do like you, Karen,"I told her.  "You are a sweet girl and you
are so sexy.  Just looking at you turns me on like crazy, especially
knowing how you can make me feel.  You have such a beautiful body, too. 
Every night I lie awake and think about your beatiful face and how much you
excite me."

   She was loving the sweet talk and I could feel her pull me closer to
her. I wanted to kiss her but I was afraid her little friends might make a
big deal out of it.  But then she pulled me close and kissed me.  A long,
passsionate french kiss.  I could hear the catcalls from the kids dancing
around us.  It made my heart pound and my cock was stiffening fast, but
that was as close as I got to any satisfaction at the party.  Pretty soon
it was 11 o'clock and her Mom came out and said it was time to turn off the
music.  Her friends' parents started arriving and Karen gave each one a hug
as they parted.  I decided that I didn't want to be the last one there so I
gave Karen another hug and a quick kiss on the cheek and walked home. 
Before I got home, stephen came jogging up behind me.

   "I wonder why Marie's Mom dislikes me so much,"Stephen said, he was
serious this time and a bit melancholy.  "You know, I really like Marie and
it's not like I'm gonna force her to do anything.  I wish that old bitch
would just let me visit her without being on my ass."

   I could feel that stephen was sincere.  He really liked Marie and just
wanted to be near her, but her Mom didn't trust him.  The ironic part was
that she did trust me and I was the one pulling her daughter's ponytail as
I shot cum into her mouth.  Just weird, I thought.

   "Oh yea, I've got something for you,"he said.  He reached into his
pocket and brought out a couple of odd looking plastic packages.  They were
flat but I could see something round inside of the pack.

   "What is this?" I asked.

   "Those are condoms, dummy.  Rubbers.  Just in case you get lucky and get
some pussy, you will need them."

   "Cool.  So you put these on before you get laid?" I asked, genuinely not
understanding the purpose of these things.

   "Yea, man.  It keeps the girl from getting pregnant.  I know you don't
have a girlfriend but you never know when you might get lucky.  Even you
could get lucky someday.  There are three of them there.  You should try
one out when you beat your wanker."

   He laughed and turned into the driveway of his house.  I put the pack of
condoms in my pocket and walked on to my house.  When I was safe in my
room, I examined the pack and did as Stephen had suggested.  I pulled one
onto my hard cock and masturbated, thinking about Karen and Marie, until I
filled the pocket at the end of the condom with jism.  I felt that these
might indeed come in handy at some point.  The following day I took the
condoms out to the storage building behind my house and hid them under the
work bench so my Mom wouldn't find them.

   The next week at school was just more of the same boring routine.  The
only real highlight of my days was the morning panty show that was
presented to me everyday by the gorgeous Carla Benton.  Carla sat across
the room from me in History Class.  She would sit with her back against the
wall with her feet propped on the book shelf under her desk and, totally
unaware of my leering eyes, she would open her legs just wide enough that
I, and only I, could see straight up under her miniskirt to her cotton clad
pussy.  She usually wore just plain white panties, but occasionally they
would have some sort of flower pattern or maybe a different color.  At
times, she would cross her legs and let her foot rock up and down.  Later
in life I learned that a woman could stimulate her clitoris by doing that.
It's a good thing I didn't know it then or I would have shot a load into my
shorts.

   That was pretty much the way it went for several weeks.  On Friday
nights, I would go to the football game, except when it was away from home.
At night, in bed, I would think back to those two memorable days in the
woods at the end of the street.  I could almost feel Karen and Marie's soft
lips moving up and down on my hard dick.  I kept trying to dream up a
scenario where I could get one or the other alone for a short time, but
that was as close as I was getting to Karen or Marie these days.  They
seemed to always be busy with school or going shopping with their mothers.

   In our school, the grading periods lasted for six weeks at a time. 
After six weeks, we got our progress reports and then the classes moved
into another phase.  My final class of the day was Biology.  At the
beginning of the second grading period, the teacher announced that we would
be doing a rather unpleasant lab project - dissecting a frog.  Some of the
girls let out a loud groan and protested the prospect of cutting open a
dead frog.  We would be working in pairs to dissect the frog and then, by
soaking the frog in soda pop, we would dissolve its flesh and mount the
bones on a display board.  I sat at a lab table with my longtime friend,
David and I just assumed that we would be working together on the frog. 
But, at the end of class that day, I was approached by Kimberly Harrison
who asked me if I would be her partner.

   "Since we live so close, we could get together and work on the
skeleton," she said.

   "Well, sure.  That will be fine with me,"I replied, a little nervously
and shocked that she wanted to be my partner.

   I had known Kimberly since the first grade.  She was pretty and popular
and very intelligent, always at the top of our class.  She had natural
blonde hair, parted in the middle, that had grown out since the Summer, now
reaching down to her shoulder blades.  Her breasts were still very small
for her age, but her behind was maturing quickly and she had strong,
athletic legs due to her cheerleading workouts.  She was the captain of the
junior varsity football cheerleading squad and had been dating this guy,
Daniel, who was the top running back on the JV team.

   "Look, I know this is just a school project, but you don't think Daniel
will get mad at me for being your partner, do you?" I asked, knowing that
he was capable of roughing me up if he got jealous.

   "Don't worry about him, silly.  I will take care of it."

   So the next day, I informed David that I was going to have a new partner
when the frog project began.  He gave me a bit of a hard time, teasing me
about being with Kimberly, but he was cool with it and found another
partner.  The following Monday, the teacher presented us with our very own
dead frogs and we proceeded to slice them open and study all the internal
parts.  Over the next couple of days, Kimberly Harrison worked next to me
and pretty much did all of the important work.  It was all I could do to
keep from getting a boner as I felt the heat emanating from her soft,
lightly tanned body.  She wore just a dab of a wonderful smelling perfume
which, unfortunately, was overwhelmed by the smell of the formaldehyde that
preserved the frog.  While cutting on the frog, she never showed any
hesitation or squeamishness about the gruesome work at hand.  She seemed to
always have a good attitude and was friendly and easy to work with, even
though her smile and her girlish laugh were very distracting and even
exciting.

   On Wednesday, I took the frog home with me.  Kimberly had to attend the
junior varsity football game that night so I had to take care of Mr.  Frog
myself.  I poured some soda pop in a pan and put what remained of the frog
into it for an overnight soak.  The next morning the skin and muscles of
the frog were started to come off the bones.  I reported to Kimberly that
morning that the project was well underway.

   "Would Saturday afternoon be a good time to get together and put the
skeleton together?" she asked.

   "Yea, I think Saturday would be good.  Do you want me to bring it to
your house or are going to come to mine?" I inquired.

   "I can come to your house,"she replied.  "Do you have the board that we
need?"

   "Yep.  I have it ready.  I sanded it and put some varnish on so that it
will look good.  I will finish cleaning up the bones and have them ready by
Saturday."

   "Cool,"she said.  "Mr.  Frog will be looking his best then."

   She laughed and walked away.  I watched her walk away, her full hips
moving side to side under her denim miniskirt.  What I wouldn't give to
pull her skirt up and give that pussy a good workout!

   The football game that weekend was at Maysville High, which was in the
next county to the south of where we lived.  As usual, I wasn't able to go
to the game so I stayed home and made sure that the frog bones were
properly cleaned.  It all looked good and I made sure that we had all the
supplies that would be required.

   On Saturday morning, I got out of bed and put on my "lucky" sweat pants,
the same pants that Karen Harrison had yanked down to expose my throbbing
member.  I also put on a tight fitting jersey teeshirt that accentuated
what physique that I had.  After breakfast,Mom informed me that she and Dad
were going to visit my grandparents that afternoon and asked if I would
like to come along.

   "No, I have to get together with Kimberly and finish the frog.  Would it
be okay if she comes up here while you are gone?  We are going to mount the
frog's skeleton on our display."

   "Sure, that will be fine.  I don't trust you but I trust Kimberly," she
smiled and rubbed my hair like I was a little boy.  "I know you are good
boy but boys will be boys.  Especially boys at your age."

   "Aw, Mom.  It's just Kimberly.  Besides her boyfriend would beat me up
if I tried to mess around with her." And I meant that too.  I had no idea
at all that this would be anything more than a school project.

   At about 12:30, the phone rang.  It was Kimberly.

   "Hi, what are you doing?" she asked.  "Are you ready to work on Mr. 
Frog?"

   "Sure.  I think I have everything ready.  Just come on up when you are
ready," I replied.

   "OK.  I will be up there in a few minutes."

   About ten minutes later, the door bell rang.  I opened the door and
invited the lovely Kimberly Harrison into my abode.

   "I have all the stuff out in the shed.  We will work out there if you
don't mind.T"

   "Where are your parents?  Aren't they at home?"

   "No, they went to my grandparents' house.  If that is a problem, We can
get the stuff and go to your house if you would prefer."

   "No, it will be okay.  I trust you, Ricky.  At least, I think I trust
you."

   I smiled and acted like I was a monster about to grab her.  She laughed
and we headed on out to the shed.

   "Trust me?" I thought.  "If you only knew what I had done with your
little sister you would probably scream and run home to your Momma."

   I opened the door to the shed and let her go in first.  As always,
Kimberly was looking beautiful today.  She was wearing a fairly tight,
houndstooth pattern miniskirt that stopped just a little above mid thigh.
It was tight on her shapely, round ass.  She also wore a thin, white
button-up cotton blouse.  Her outfit would have been considered
conservative in those days.  I turned on the overhead light and started to
assemble our supplies.  There were a couple of padded bar stools in the
shed, so I pulled them up to the work bench for us to sit on.

   We started working on the frog, Kimberly sitting to my left.  I found
the spine and laid it out on the board and we began to fish through the
pile of bones, referencing our text book to identify and assemble each
bone. When we were sure we had the right bone in the right place, we would
glue it to the board.

   We were making good progress on our project, almost finished when
Kimberly dropped a bombshell on me.

   Without even looking at me, she said,"I know what you did with my little
sister."

   I felt a weird feeling run through my body.  Fear I suppose.  I couldn't
believe what I was hearing.  How could she possibly know?  Or did she know
anything?  Maybe she was just talking about the kiss at Karen's birthday
party.

   "What are you talking about?" I asked, trying to distance myself from
whatever she might know.

   "I know what you did with Karen.  And Marie." Now she was looking at me
with her sparkling blue eyes.

   "I don't know what you are talking about.  You know, all I did was dance
with Karen and SHE kissed me.  She made that move." I protested.

   "OH NO, mister.  I know that you talked Karen into giving you a blowjob.
And Marie, too.  Are you going to deny it?" she asked in a certain,
interrogative tone.

   "Where did you hear that?  I don't know what you are talking about," I
said, continuing to play dumb.

   "She told me.  I heard her talking on the phone to one of her
girlfriends.  I could tell that she knew what she was talking about, so I
pried it out of her.  She admitted it.  She said you talked her into going
into the woods and giving you a blowjob.  And Marie did it too."

   "Look, she must have been talking about someone else.  You know I
wouldn't do that with your little sister.  Or Marie.  Even though I would
love to do that, I'm, you know, not that persuasive."

   She smiled at me and said,"It's okay.  I'm not gonna tell my Mom or
anything.  I just don't want my sister to get in trouble.  Just be careful.
And don't try to take it any farther than that."

   "Oh, okay.  Yea, I will be careful," I said.  I wasn't sure just what to
say now.  I couldn't believe Karen would tell Kimberly such damaging
information.  But then I guess she didn't really see it as damaging if she
was bragging to her friends about it.

   "Then you admit it, huh?" she said.  "You got my little sister to give
you a blowjob."

   I was tired of lying and playing dumb, so I just let loose with the
truth.

   "Yea, I did.  Not once but twice."

   "Oh God!" she said.  "Twice?" She paused a moment, then said,"Well, tell
me.  Was she good?  Did she know how to do it?"

   "Hell, yea, she was good.  She didn't know how the first time, but the
second time she was great.  And the second time, she brought Marie along
and she did it too."

   We looked at each other then broke out in laughter.

   "Oh My God.  I can't believe Karen would do that with you.  And Marie
too.  What are you, a super stud?"

   "Well, I guess so," I replied.  We laughed together again."Look.  It
just happened.  It wasn't planned or anything.  There was just....an
opportunity, so I took it.  And then took it again with Marie."

   "Well, okay.  Don't worry, I won't get you in trouble or anything.  The
only thing that bothers me is that my little sister did it before I did."

   That statement really caught my attention.  I found it hard to believe
that this girl, who had gone steady with so many guys since the fifth
grade, had never given head to any of them.  I looked into her flashing
blue eyes and searched for the truth.

   "I don't believe you.  You always have a boyfriend, so you must be doing
something.  Not that it's any of my business, but...you know.  You must be
doing something to be so popular."

   "I will tell you the truth.  The only thing I have ever done....,"her
voice trailed off, and she hesitated.  She looked me in the eye and
said,"The only thing I have ever done with a boy was to jerk off Stephen.
That's the only thing I've ever done other than kiss."

   OH Shit!  She jerked off Stephen?  How did that happen?

   "You jerked off Stephen?" I asked, my mouth hanging open.

   "Yes, and don't you say anything.  It just happened.  Stephen is cute
and he is very forward.  It just happened."

   "Okay.  I'm shocked but I can see how that could happen.  But you don't
even do that with Daniel?"

   "No, I don't do anything with Daniel.  Not yet.  I like him and I don't
want him to think I'm a slut.  We go to church together."

   With that we went back to our project.  We had the head all assembled
and only had a couple of extra bones left over.  We looked at the book and
were stymied as to where the bones belonged.

   "So you are kind of upset that Karen has done more than you have?" I
asked.  "That would be easy to fix." I leaned close to her and whispered in
her ear,"We can fix that right now"

   She turned to look at me.  Our eyes were only inches apart when they met
and then our lips were suddenly pulled together.  We kissed softly and
warmly and the kiss just kept on and on.  She didn't offer to pull away.  I
turned my bar stool seat to face her and put my hand behind her head,
feeling her silky blond hair under my fingers.  I slid my tongue between
her now opened lips and was met halfway by her tongue.  I felt like
electricity came through her tongue and shot down to my loins.  My cock
started growing instantly.  We kissed and kissed and kissed some more.

   I stood up from my seat and turned her towards me.  I pushed her legs
apart with my own legs and moved in closer.  I put both arms around her
waist and pulled her to me.  I was now taller than she was and I was in a
dominant position, pushing my tongue deep into her mouth.  I rubbed her
back up and down and began to pull her shirt out of the waistband of her
skirt.  I moved my lips down her throat, letting her suck in some air and
giving her a chance to protest if she didn't like my approach.  She only
sighed and pulled me close to her soft body.

   I broke off the kiss and put my fingers to work on the buttons of her
blouse.  With each button that was loosened I would kiss her lips again.  I
couldn't believe this was happening with Kimberly Harrison, but she never
said a word about stopping.

   Soon her bra was exposed.  I continued to unbutton her blouse until all
the buttons were undone.  I pushed her blouse back and fully exposed her
lacy white bra.  I kissed and sucked softly on her neck and her ears.  She
was breathing hard and loud and her body was starting to feel very hot.  I
moved my hands from her back to the front and quickly pushed her bra up,
exposing the most beautiful, if small breasts, I had ever seen.  They
weren't very big, not even as big as Marie who was two years younger. 
Basically just plump mounds of babyfat, but her nipples and aureolas were
large and mature.  Her nipples were erect and ready to be sucked.  Her
aureolas were more pink than her sister's.  Karen's were darker but
Kimberly's were light pink, barely darker than the color of the surrounding
flesh.  I let my hands wander over her breasts, pinching and rubbing as
they went.

   "Oh my God, Ricky," she whispered into my ear.  "Please suck on my tits!
Oh God!  Mmmmmm."

   I did as she asked.  I bent over and sucked and licked her breasts to
the best of my ability.  She seemed to really moan when I would bite on her
stiff nipples.  My hands were busy massaging her back while I sucked on her
tits.  She had her right hand behind my head, pulling me closer and running
her fingers through my hair.

   "I think you are ready for some cock, girl," I whispered to her.

   She looked into my eyes and her expression said yes.  I looked over into
the corner of the shed and spotted a sofa cushion leaning against the wall.
I got loose from her and retrieved the cushion.  I pushed my barstool back
and throwed the cushion on the floor at my feet.

   I took her by the hand and told her,"Here, kneel down on the cushion."

   She stood up from the stool and kneeled down in front of me.

   "Pull my pants down, if that is what you want," I told her.

   she hesitated for a moment then grabbed the waist of my sweat pants and
briefs and pulled them both down to my knees.  My stiff, throbbing cock
sprang into view right at her eye level.  She looked at it and then took it
into her right hand.  She stroked it slowly and firmly.  I didn't even have
to ask her to take it into her mouth.  She began to lick the head, swirling
her tongue all around, making the sensations shoot up to my brain.  She
pulled the glans into her mouth and let her lips slide back off of it. 
Apparently it didn't offend her senses as she slid her lips back and forth
over the bell of my cock again and again.

   "Oh my God," was all she said as she massaged my cock with her right
hand.  She then slowly began to work more and more of the shaft into her
mouth.

   "Try to take it all in, Kimberly," I encouraged her.  She did as I asked
and pulled it deeper and deeper into her moist, warm mouth.

   She began to work her head back and forth, sliding my cock deeper and
then back out.  With each stroke she became more of an expert.  Soon she
was sliding her mouth up and down on my cock like a horny little cum
sucker. I had known Kimberly since she was six years old.  We had been
friends for most of our lives, but now we were suddenly more than friends.
She was the center of my universe and every move she made sent me closer
and closer to ecstacy.  I could tell that this girl had found something
that she would love for the rest of her life.

   "Kimberly!!  That feels so good," that was as creative as I could be at
the moment.  She acknowledged my compliment by sucking my cock in deeper
than before.

   "Kimberly, I want to put it inside you!" I blurted out.

   "Oh God, I can't do that, Ricky," she said, pulling my cock from her
mouth and massaging it with a passion to keep it fully inflated.  "I could
get pregnant.  And I don't want Daniel to know that I've already done it."

   "Oh, baby.  Kimberly, Kimberly.  Kimmie Kimmie!," I was almost
incoherent.

   I took her by her left hand and told her to stand up.  When she did, I
pulled her to me and kissed her lips and her neck and her ears.

   "Please don't give me a passion mark," she said.  "I have a date with
Daniel tonight and I don't want to lose him."

   "Kimberly, I want you so bad.  You know you want to do it,too.  Can't
you feel it inside?

   I pulled her close to me as I leaned back against the work bench.  My
cock was pushed upward against her at about the waistline.  I continued to
kiss her face and her lips while my hands wandered down to her ample ass. I
started slowly working her skirt up until it was up over her hips.  I
massaged her silky white panties with my right hand while my left hand
pulled her close.  I let my hand run over the curve of her behind and reach
down to her love hole.  Her panties were soaked with her pussy juice.  She
was moving her hips in and out against my body.  I knew she was coming
around to my way of thinking.

   She suddenly pushed me back and turned around.  I put my right hand
around her waist and pulled her back to me.  I parted her hair with my nose
and started kissing the back of her neck.  Both of my hands moved to her
breasts and I held her back as I pinched her nipples.

   "Oh God, Ricky.  I just can't.  It wouldn't be right.  If Daniel finds
out, I will lose him.  And I could get pregnant.  I would die if I got
pregnant."

   "Daniel isn't going to know.  And I have protection, so you won't get
pregnant.  No one will know except you and me.  I want you so bad,
Kimberly."

   "You have protection?  You have a condom?" I couldn't believe it but she
was really wanting to do it.  "Well, we can't do it here.  I am not going
to lie down on this concrete floor."

   "I have an idea how we can do it.  Just trust me, Kimberly.  I want you
so much, baby.  Just suck my dick just a little more to get me good and
hard, okay."

   "Okay," she said and complied with my request.

   She took my cock into her mouth and sucked it, slowly and smoothly,
taking it all in and making me stiff as a steel rod.

   "I can't hold back much longer, Kimmie!  I want to fuck your pussy,
Kimmie!," I was almost commanding her now.  "Stand up, baby."

   I held her left hand again as she stood up and I kissed her delicious
mouth.  I pulled the two barstools together and told her to bend over and
lie across the barstools.  She did as I asked, her feet barely reaching the
concrete floor.  I looked up under the workbench and found my prize
condoms. I quickly stripped one out of the pack as Kimberly lay patiently
across the barstools.  I pulled the rubber onto my twitching cock and
massaged it with my right hand, getting it bone hard.  I then pushed
Kimberly's miniskirt up past her waist and pulled her panties down,
exposing the most beautiful sight that I had ever seen.  Her buns were snow
white inside her tan lines and perfectly smooth.  As I slid her panties
down, I could see her pussy slit with its light covering of naturally blond
pubic hair.

   I pushed her panties down until they automatically fell to her feet.  I
told her to lift her foot while I freed her legs from the restricting
fabric.  With my foot, I pushed her feet apart and moved in to confront her
exposed cunt.  I massaged my cock until I knew it was almost ready to
explode.  It was as hard as blue steel.  Kimberly lay across the barstools,
anticipating the violation of her most private spot.  She looked back at me
as I spread her legs apart.

   "Oh God, Ricky, please be gentle.  I've never done this before" was all
she had to say.  Her virgin pussy was waiting for me to assault it.

   I moved in closer, my cock in hand.  I rubbed the tip of my phallus up
and down on her slit. I could see the moisture from her body accumulating
on the condom as I rubbed it just inside her labia.  I found what I thought
was the correct location and began to push into her.  The only thing I knew
about this was some pictures I had seen in a dirty magazine.  I could feel
resistance as I tried to push forward.  That made me all the more
determined, so I pushed hard and felt my cock enter her vagina.  I grabbed
her hips with both hands and pulled her back to me as I pushed deeper.

   "Owwwwwww,"she cried.  I thought maybe I had put it in the wrong place.
But then I pushed again and it slid into her tight, hot tunnel.  I could
feel her moist flesh all around the glans of my cock.

   "Ohhhhh," she cried out again.  I was afraid that I was hurting her, but
something inside me said to push deeper, so I did.

   "Ohhhhh, My Goddd, Ricky!," she cried.

   I looked down and saw that my cock was entirely inside her.  She was
panting and moaning like she was in terrible pain.  But the sound of her
protestations just made me all the more horny.  I began to slide my cock in
and out of her pussy, noting that each time I pushed in she would let out a
moan or groan.  I could already feel the sperm moving up my shaft and my
balls were working furiously to supply a massive load of the sticky juice.

   My hips began to move on their own, faster and faster, pushing my dick
deep into her juicy pussy.  I watched her as she grabbed the legs of the
barstool, holding on for dear life, as I punished her horny love hole.  I
reached up under her chest and grabbed onto her breasts.  She raised up off
of the barstools as I pounded her cunt.  Her nipples were as hard as my
cock, potruding down through my fingers.  Unfortunately, this couldn't go
on for ever.  In fact, it probably didn't last three minutes before I felt
my cock firing sperm into the waiting receptacle of the condom.  I kept
pumping,harder than before, as spasm after spasm shot my cum into the
rubber.  I felt like my legs were about to buckle and I held onto the work
bench for support.  My head was spinning and my heart pounding. 
Occasionally, I would pump my dick into her again, but I knew that I was
totally spent.

   I pulled my slowly deflating cock from her slick pussy, but Kimberly
just laid across the barstools, breathing hard and rocking her head from
side to side.  I pulled her limp body up to me and began to kiss her on the
neck while massaging her lovely tits.  I let her lay across the barstools
again as she tried to regain her balance and composure.

   It took her a few minutes to come to her senses.  While she was
recovering, I pulled the condom from my penis, found some paper to wrap it
and its wrapper in and tossed it into the trash can.  Kimberly got up from
the barstools and leaned against me as I softly kissed her lips and her
neck.  She then pulled her bra down and repositioned it over her plump
little tits and buttoned her shirt.

   "Oh Ricky.  I had no idea it would be like that.  It was sooo good.  It
felt so good when you were inside me.  I wish we had time to do it again,
but I have to go."

   "You were wonderful Kimberly.  You are so sexy, so sweet and soft and
hot.  I never knew anything could be so good," I told her in all
earnestness as I hugged her against my body, taking in the soft smell of
her hair and perfume.

   "You did it so good, Ricky.  I loved it.  Would you please hand me my
panties?" she said.

   I bent over and picked up her soggy panties from the concrete floor and
held them up over her head so that she couldn't reach them.

   "No," I replied.  "They are mine now.  My memento of my first time."

   "You can't keep my panties, Mr.  Perv,"she said, flashing her beautiful
smile.

   "Please, something to remember you by," I said.

   "Are you serious?" she asked.  She could see that I was serious.  "Fine,
keep them if you like."

   She finished straightening up her clothes and pulled me down to meet her
lips again.

   "Oh God," she said,"I have a date with Daniel tonight.  How am I going
to face him?"

   "Let him get lucky, I guess.  Don't you think he would love it?" I said.

   She just laughed a little.  "I think he would freak out.  I don't think
he is ready for the real thing."

   Unfortunately, it was time for her to go home and get ready for her date
that evening.  I pulled her against me and hugged her tight, giving her a
kiss on her left cheek.

   "Look, don't worry.  This is between me and you,"I told her." It's our
secret.  Don't worry.'

   She smiled and kissed me on the lips.

   "You are a good guy, Ricky.  I hope we can do this again.," she said,
though I knew that would be hard to do.

   "I can hardly wait.  Anytime you like, the sooner the better," I told
her.  Somehow I knew this would be our only opportunity, but I was hoping
this would be only the beginning of something really great.  "Look.  Don't
worry about the frog.  I will take care of it."

   She just smiled.  I think she had totally forgotten about the frog.

   After she was sure that her clothing looked neat and straight, I opened
the door to the shed and let her lead us out into the light of the day.  To
our surpise, there was Mr.  and Mrs.  Davis, my next door neighbors,
working in their yard.

   "Hello, Mr.  Davis," I said.  "How are you today?"

   "Not as good as you, I'm sure" Mr.  Davis replied.  Mrs.  Davis didn't
seem amused.  About a week later, my Mom came to me and said,"Mrs.  Davis
said that you and Kimberly were making weird noises in the shed.  Like
maybe something was going on that shouldn't have been going on."

   "Oh, it was just the radio,Mom.  We had it turned up pretty loud."

   "You had better not be getting yourself in trouble,"she said.  "But
Kimberly is a good girl so I believe you.  This time!"

   Monday morning I was standing at the bus stop when I saw Kimberly and
her older sister, Dana, drive past on their way to school.  I saw Kimberly
look at me and wave.  I gave a quick wave back.  When I arrived at school,
I went to my classroom and took my seat.  A few minutes later, Kimberly
came in with another girl.  She looked at me and smiled, but we didn't get
an opportunity to talk until later.

   That afternoon, I went into Biology class and sat down at my lab table.
When Kimberly arrived, she took her seat beside me at the table.

   "Hello, partner," I said.  "Did you have a good weekend?"

   She smiled and said," I had a wonderful weekend, how about you?"

   "The best ever.  I don't know how I could ever have a better weekend."

   The teacher came in and started asking for our frogs.  I took ours up
and laid it on the table with all the others and returned to my seat.  When
the class ended and we were about to leave, Kimberly looked at me with
those big blue eyes.

   "I've enjoyed working with you, Ricky, but I think I will go back to my
original seat after today.  I don't want anyone starting rumors that might
get back to Daniel."

   I was a bit disappointed to hear that, but I understood her reasoning.

   "It's okay.  I will talk to David and get him to move back over here. 
It was real pleasure working with you and you know that I mean that.  So, I
guess I will see you around."

   And I did see her around.  Usually always with her boyfriend who never
seemed the wiser that his delicate sweetheart was no longer a virgin
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