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Greg was my best friend, when we were in the seventh grade together, and
we remained best friends  until this day.  Our children play with one
another and our wives are close to each other.  My wife, Susan, is
Greg's sister, and I must acknowlege that Susan is the only female whom
I have ever known sexually.  My only other sexual partner was Greg, when
I was twelve and he was thirteen years old.  I had not yet masturbated
for the first time, but Greg had been doing it for a few months.  For
one magic week we were passionate lovers.  Greg gave me my first orgasm
with his gentle hand as we lay naked on his bed, kissing each other's
pretty face.  For eight unforgetable days we experimented with sex and
did what was possible between two guys.  To put it bluntly, we fucked
and sucked each other at every opportunity until we were utterly drained
and exhausted.  Then we stopped doing it.  We even ceased to kiss,
although we remained the closest of friends.  We had learned what we
wanted to know about boy love, so we then turned to girls.

Susan, Greg's sister, was then eleven years old.  Greg was very pretty,
but I found Susan to be absolutely stunning.  Like her brother she had
raven hair that shimmered dramatically, accenting the slight paleness of
her oval, childish face,  the features of which were so delicate and
symetrical.  Two braids hung from either side of her head, brushing her
slight shoulders.  She smiled readily, but she was most beautiful, when
she was lost in thought, her upper teeth on her lower lips as she
pondered a question..  When I first met her she was clad in a skirt and
a blouse, school clothes.  One of her knee socks had fallen a bit down
her shapely calf.  If one looked carefully, which I did, one could
notice that beneath her blouse there were breasts, probably small and
pale, with roseate nipples, like the hue of her lips.  I speculated
about it.

Susan was a delightful girl, bright and cheerful.  She appeared to be a
totally innocent child, and, she told me later, she had not yet
masturbated  for the first time.  She was very feminine, not at all a
tomboy.  She played with dolls.  After Greg and I ended our homosexual
experiment, I would think of him, of his lovely, hairless body, as I
masturbated.  But I soon began to fantasize about Susan as I pleasured
myself, which I did then two or three times a day.  At night I would
frequently masturbate remembering the shape of Susan's legs, her bare
knees and the soft flesh of her upper calves and lower thighs.  I would
think about the wonderful, unseen breasts, which poked slightly at her
blouse, and, at the moment of orgasm, I would visualize her pretty, pale
face, lost in thought.

Very soon I realized that I was in love with the girl, who was eighteen
months younger than I, but who, unlike myself, had not yet awakened
sexually.  It was a different kind of love than that which I felt for
Greg, whom, on occasion, I wanted to kiss again, but did not.  I felt
protective of Susan, who was, to me, a fragile treasure of inestimable
value.  Every day I found myself at her house, ostensibly to play with
her brother, but mostly to see her and  to talk with her.  Greg
understood and gave me sly grins of encouragement  He knew how I was
smitten, because he was then in eager pursuit of one of Susan's
classmates, who lived down the block.

Susan liked me from the start, and she made herself always available to
me.  She was a bold girl who could make me blush, when she openly smiled
into my face.  I remember the first time that I touched her and felt an
almost electric shock as my flesh came into contact with hers.  We were
in her backyard, behind the garage, playing with her puppy, which
scampered back and forth in the fragrant, freshly mown grass.  I took
her hand in mine, fearfully, expecting rejection.  Susan looked at me,
beamed a smile and squeezed my hand.  I so wanted to kiss her, but I
dared not, although she did not pull away from me.  I soon had to leave,
to go home and do some chores, but I went straight to my room and
masturbated, dreaming of the beautiful girl with whom I was hopelessly
in love.

It was impossible for me not to desire Susan sexually.  I had
experienced orgasms in her brother's mouth and ass many times during
that splendid week of our brief, homosexual affair.  I was not an
innocent virgin, although she was.  I wanted her so much, and I thought
about how I could have her, how I could persuade her to lie next to me,
naked on a bed and explore each other's body.

Later, on that day when I took her hand in mine for the first time, I
returned to her house.  We went again into the back yard.  Susan seemed
to be eager.  It was dusk, quickly becoming dark, and we found ourselves
alone, out of sight of the rest of the world.  We stood, facing each
other, behind the garage, our hands clasping.  I suddenly knew that she
wanted to kiss for the first time.  I moved my face close to hers and
she came to me.  We embraced and kissed.  She did it so innocently,
without a pucker.  I soon taught her and brushed her sweet lips with my
tongue.  We kissed for a long time.  Susan ventured her tongue out to
meet mine and we kissed with increased passion, my right hand stroking
her back and the top of her butt.  She pushed her body at me, clutched
me and must certainly have felt my hard penis poking at her lower
stomach.  Susan was half a head shorter than I.  We surrendered
ourselves to our passionate kissing, our saliva drooling down our chins,
our hands busy fondling each other's back.  I knew then that she was
there for me, if I would excercise some patience and control.  I dared
to move my hand to her left breast and feel a tittie for the first
time.  Susan did  not pull away.  It did not fill my palm.  It felt firm
and soft, pointy.  She wore no bra.  I moved my hand down to the bottom
of her t shirt and went under it, feeling the warm flesh of her
stomach.  I moved my hand up and cupped her bare tittie, so soft and
real.  I pinched her nipple gently and felt that I might have an orgasm,
which I didn't.  When I moved my hand down her body and sought to
penetrate her shorts, Susan pulled away.  She looked into my face
lovingly with a wan smile, palmed  one of my cheeks and said that she
had to return to the house.  She left me there, behind the garage,
alone.  I pulled out my engorged, aching penis and masturbated, spewing
my stuff on the closed day lillies.

The next morning I returned to Susan's house excited, in expectation of
resuming our fondling and kissing.  I was not disappointed.  Her parents
were away, and Greg, with a knowing grin and a squeeze of my shoulder,
left the house.  Susan, usually so bold and alive, stood in the living
room passively as I entered, staring at me with obvious apprehension.  I
could tell that she had decided  to go forward with our relationship,
but she was too innocent to know how far that would be.  She was just a
little kid, not quite pubescent.

Susan was clad in a t shirt and shorts.  She was barefoot.  Her bare
limbs were so shapely and looked wonderfully soft.  I wanted to lick her
body, as I had her brother's.  She sat with me on the couch, subdued and
available.  We clutched each other and kissed desperately as I stroked
the flesh of her bare thigh boldly, knowing that I could touch her
everywhere without resistance.  I ran my hand under the opening of her
shorts and found my way to her panties, which were moist.  I poked my
fingers inexpertly at her for awhile, until she reached down and pulled
my hand further up.  She taught me where to rub her, although she had
not done it yet to herself for the first time.  I masturbated Susan as
we kissed passionately.  She squirmed her pelvis against my hand,
breathing hard as she pushed her lips against mine, squeezing me with
her arms.  She began to moan in excitment and then eeked into my mouth
as her first orgasm ever overwhelmed her, convulsing her body.  I
smelled a new aroma coming from her, as she slackened against my body. 
I knew what I had done, and I was thrilled that I had accomplished it. 
I took one of Susan's hands and placed it on the bulge in my jeans.  She
did not resist, but fondled my hardness, evidently knowing that I too
needed relief.  I unzipped my fly and struggled to pull out my rigid
cock, so modest in my youth.  She gazed at it in wonder and played with
it.   She later told me that it appeared to be so marvelously ugly.  I
taught her how to stroke it, and I soon spewed forth as I sucked on her
soft neck.  I made quite a mess and we were quick to clean it up,
because we heard her parents returning.  I hurried out the back door and
went home, elated at the recent experience, knowing that Susan and I
were now devoted to each other.

For the next three days we could not find the time to be alone with each
other for more than a few minutes, which we used to eagerly kiss and
fondle.  Then, on a Saturday, my parents were gone for the day and Susan
was free.  She came to my house and we immediately went up to my room,
which I had picked up a bit in anticipation of her visit.  We fell
together upon the bed and began to kiss and fondle each other with
increasing passion.  I pulled on her t shirt and she lifted her body to
assist me in taking it off.  I then saw her naked from the waist up. 
She seemed to be so small.  Roseate nipples surmounted little mounds of
tittie flesh.  I leaned down and sucked on one.  Susan pushed at my head
and told me not to do it so hard, that they hurt.  I was then more
gentle with her, licking her titties and not sucking.  Her waist was so
narrow and her tummy so flat.  I tongued her belly button, which was an
inny.  Susan, who was again the bold person whom I knew, insisted that I
take off my own t shirt, which I did.  Then she set out to lick on my
upper body, to my delight, sucking on my own nipples, which were raised
on small cones of fless, like titties.  We played like that for a long
while, kissing and licking each other, but we both knew that we wanted
to experience orgasms.  Susan had already seen my penis, but I had not
seen her privates.  I told her so, and we argued about it for awhile,
until she let me pull down her shorts and take off her panties.  She had
no pubic hair, of which I had just a little.  Her vaginal lips were
slightly swollen, and I knew that I wanted to kiss them, to find the
place that gave her so much pleasure and lick it.  I pulled off the rest
of my clothes and we lay together naked, pushing our bodies against each
other, kissing with increasing passion.  I stroked the soft flesh of her
slender thighs and my fingers found their way to her slit as we kissed. 
I masturbated Susan to a marvelous orgasm, and once again she eeked into
my mouth, her body convulsing.

I was desperate for relief.  I rolled on top of her as we still kissed. 
Susan spread her legs and my cock pushed at her groin, not finding the
opening.  She reached down and positioned it, and then she thrusted
against me with force.  I pushed back and broke through.  Susan cried
out in pain and tried to pull me off of her.  I penetrated her fully,
however, and began to piston in and out of her warm tightness.  Susan no
longer resisted.  We looked into each other's face.  Her's was sweaty
and showed discomfort, yet she thrusted at my downstrokes and clutched
at me.  It did not take long before I felt my moment coming.  I looked
into the face of my beloved Susan and cried aloud as I spewed into her
spasmodically, draining myself and filling her up.

We had made a mess on the sheet, both blood and semen, which we later
washed in the basement, still naked.  We showered together and then
returned to my bed, where I licked on her slender thighs and then gave
her a marvelous orgasm with my tongue.  We cuddled for a long time, and
then we fucked again.  Susan did not experience an orgasm in fucking
until three weeks later, and then, until this day, she  felt pleasure
every time.

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