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Subject: {ASSM} Barbie Girl (Mf, teen) Chapter 1
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	Chatswood, Sydney. A nice place to work and an even nicer place to
live in my estimation. It was a shame I didn't live there. Alas, such
is life. Working there was good enough for me at this moment. I had
plans to move to the area but at the time, nothing had yet come to
fruition. Still, being the wage slave and squirreling away the bond
money for the next rental property was a sound course of action, to say
the least.
	One of the things I liked about the place was the fact that when you
crossed the Sydney Harbour Bridge north, you were in another world.
I'm familiar with the northern suburbs due to my time in the Navy at
the old submarine base in Neutral Bay. Milsons Point, just like
Chatswood, was just as beautiful and gentrified. The fringe benefit of
working north of the bridge was the females.
	It seemed to me as if no ugly girls dwelled north of the bridge, that
it was way out of their league. So in the morning and the evening,
Chatswood Railway Station was abuzz with female office workers with gym
toned physiques, the ground swell of young and lithe schoolgirls and a
sprinkling of glamorously dressed ladies and goth/rocker chicks. You
could almost say that it was a display of female beauty in various
guises. Ultimately speaking, it didn't matter what they wore on the
outside, it's what is underneath that counts. And it was on this
station platform that I found myself one afternoon, much like any
other.

	The Tangara train, a futuristic looking grey monstrosity, pulled up at
the platform and opened its sliding, yellow doors. As was the case, I
stepped on, walked up the stair to the top deck and took a seat on an
unoccupied double seat. The other commuters filed on in silence, almost
like a procession of condemned. Casting my glance over the carriage, I
could see that it was not long ago that school must have finished for
the afternoon. Catholic school children of around the age of 16 and 17
mulled around two sets of three seater bench seats. Unlike most Tangara
trains, this one was the rare type whose seats could be pushed to face
forward or back. I took a moment to observe them, noting that a couple
of the girls were quite attractive, before I reached into my bag and
pulled out my novel, "The Boat" by Lothar-Günther Buchheim.
	"Hi," said a young voice. Looking up, I saw it was one of the
schoolgirls from further up the carriage. Unable to resist, I gave her
a once over, lithe build, narrow waist flaring into hips I would
describe as delicious, large breasts, white skin, green eyes and long,
flaming red hair. She wore a white, collared shirt, blue skirt to
mid-thigh, white socks, black leather shoes and a blue jumper tied
around her waist. She sported classic Irish girl features coupled with
the red hair, a personal weakness. For some reason, Buchheim's
expression 'All temperament and tits' ran through my mind.
	"Hello," I replied, not sure as to where this was going.
	"Can I sit with you?"
	"If you like," I replied. It's here I noticed the shuddering
breath right before she sat on my lap, put her arms around my shoulders
and made herself comfortable. I wasn't exactly sure how to react, so
I tried to retain whatever composure I had lost over that moment.
"You're a little near-seated, aren't you? What's on your
mind?"
	"I want you to take me home and fuck me."
	I became consumed with maintaining my deadpan expression. It
wouldn't be the first time that something like this has been said to
me but it was the first time in recent memory. Something just wasn't
quite right.
	"I see. Question, how old are you?"
	"Seventeen. I'll be eighteen in June."
	"Are you a virgin?"
	This question caused her to squirm in her seat. The problem being her
squirming was causing my erection to rise. However, I started getting
the feeling of being watched. With a quick glance towards the bench
seats the other children were in, I found where it was coming from. One
of the boys, an archetypal pretty boy that could have been a gay
man's fantasy, was looking in our direction with a rather incensed
expression on his face. "I don't suppose the upset looking boy over
there is your boyfriend that you're trying to make jealous?" I
said, returning my attention to her. She squirmed in her seat again,
leading me to guess that I had hit the nail on the head. "I see.
Listen, do you really want to give your virginity to a complete
stranger just so you can make your boyfriend jealous?" I asked. I
could see the wheels in her mind turning, she obviously hadn't given
the idea much thought.
	"When it comes to your virginity, most young girls give it to
somebody they love and truly care about. I'm just a stranger on a
train. I'm probably not the best person to give it to." Her head
dropped and she started looking miserable, obviously not expecting to
be rejected. "However, you're a very pretty girl. Had the
circumstances been different, I would jump at the chance to take you
home. And... I think I can manage to make your boyfriend jealous
anyway." She looked up hopefully, her stricken expression not failing
to look beautiful.
	"Untie your jumper and spread it out in your lap."
	She slowly untied her jumper, hands appearing to shake a little. Once
she had spread her jumper over her lap, I gently eased my left hand
under the jumper then under her skirt. The feel of her smooth skin
under my hand was magnificent and caused my erection to harden. I heard
her catch a breath as my fingers sought out their destination, a pair
of cotton panties. Having her sit across my lap, her left shoulder to
my right, I snaked my right arm up her back and gently caressed the
back of her neck. I felt her relax then tense as my left hand began
softly stroking her labia through her panties, causing them to slowly
dampen. She purred in a low voice, closed her eyes and rested her head
on my shoulder. My fingers slowly found a way under the cotton crotch
of her panties and came into contact with her moist inner lips. Gently
running my middle finger up and down her slit, I found her engorged
clit and started rubbing it in slow circles. With her head on my
shoulder, I could feel her breathing grow heavy as her warm breath
washed over my neck. A quick glance over at the young boy showed me
that he was indeed slowly turning jealous.
	Deciding to go in for the kill, I slowly slipped my finger inside the
girl's warm pussy. I heard a gasp emanate from her lips but I was
brought up short. I had heard about being able to find it with your
finger but I had never done so until now, her intact hymen. I gently
slid my finger out and returned to slowly rubbing her clit. Damaging
her hymen in an act like this didn't feel right to me. Her chest
started heaving, making her breasts more pronounced and causing me to
become even harder. Finally, she let out a little squeak and I felt her
pussy gush as she came. The orgasm had left her face and neck with a
crimson flush. I waited patiently for her breathing to slow down before
removing my finger carefully. It was still moist with her juices and I
resisted the temptation to lick it clean.
	"What's your name?" she said, finally opening her eyes with a
new expression etched on her face.
	"Daniel. And yours?"
	"Sarah."
	"Well Sarah, from the expression on your boyfriend's face, it
looks like we succeeded."
	Sarah smiled broadly then gave me a warm hug, warmer than I had
expected. Looking up quickly, she noticed that the train had pulled
into her station and quickly jumped up. The other children watched as
Sarah walked back up the aisle with a little skip in her step.
Evidently the others were watching and knew exactly what had happened.
Slowly, they all stood and departed the train in Sarah's wake. Once
the doors closed and the train started again, I saw Sarah's boyfriend
berating her heatedly while she simply watched him with a smug smirk on
her face. As they left from sight, I slowly leaned against the window,
brought my finger to my nose and inhaled Sarah's scent of arousal.
The smell will stay with me for a long time, I thought. I'll chalk it
up to experience.


	Waiting on the platform the following Friday afternoon, I stared down
the train line expectantly. When is this fucking train getting here, I
wondered. I wasn't sure if it was late but I just wanted to get home.
It was at that point I didn't notice the person coming up behind me.
	"Hi!" I slowly turned around and there she was, the same
expression etched on her face that she wore after I had brought her to
orgasm.
	"Hello Sarah. This is a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe the
pleasure of this visit."
	"Ummm... I just wanted to talk to you," she said, looking very
unsure and timid. This struck me as rather unusual because to my way of
thinking, girls with the looks that she had were a vain bunch, assured
in their own superiority. Seeing an attractive girl looking as
vulnerable as she was caused me to be taken aback.
	"Fair enough," I continued, "How did it go with your
boyfriend?"
	"I dumped him. He was being a whiny pussy."
	"Alright, I'm sorry it didn't work out for you."
	"Nah, I just realised that I didn't like him that much. He was
cute but he was..."
	"A boy?"
	"Yeah, that's right." I saw a look of comprehension dawn on her
as if she hadn't made the connection until now. "Yeah, he was a
boy. He had no... something."
	"Spirit? Strength? Spunk?"
	"Balls." I laughed loudly, it sounded so humorous coming from her
lips. She gave a weak and timid smile in return.
	"Well," I continued, "You're more than welcome to sit with me.
You don't even have to sit on my lap this time."
	"Would you like me to?"
	"Oh, of course."
	"Then I will."
	"Why?" This question seemed to catch her off guard. She didn't
have time to answer as we realised the train had pulled in. We found
ourselves caught in the rush hour crush before we were able to find
ourselves a seat. Once again, she sat on my lap and lay her head on my
shoulder. Then a thought struck me... rush hour. Looking at my watch, I
realised that it wasn't long after 5pm.
	"What time does school finish for you, Sarah?"
	"Ummm... 3pm."
	"Then how did you know I was finishing at 5 and that I would be
here."
	"Ummm...." She clamped up and bit her lip. After a long pause she
murmured "I waited for you."
	"How come? Because I gave you an orgasm?" This deeply shamed her.
Her face turned pinkish with embarrassment, causing me to regret what I
said. "I'm sorry, Sarah," I said soothingly, "I shouldn't
have put it like that." I found myself gently stroking her hair,
which seemed to calm her.
	"Nobody's ever touched me... there. Y'know?" she said in a
weak voice.
	"I can understand that. You came across as inexperienced in that
regard."
	"Oh God, was it that obvious?" she squeaked in a quivering voice.
	"Not at all, Sarah. I just know what to look for," I murmured
soothingly. I was in danger of having this girl collapse on me and I
wasn't about to let that happen. "You go to Catholic school,
right?" She looked up, apparently this question caught her off guard.
She slowly nodded and I continued. "Well, I did too. And I know
how... severely that sexuality can be frowned upon."
	"You do?"
	"Oh yes. I remember one day, they brought a doctor into our school
to warn us against masturbation." This made her chuckle slightly. I
tried to smile as good-naturedly as possible. "Listen, as far as
sexuality and Catholicism is involved, the church has a very strict
view on it. Their viewpoint is that the act of intercourse,
consummation, fucking, whatever you want to call it, should be used for
procreation and to bring a loving couple together. I can see the logic
behind the viewpoint, what with the whole thing being viewed as a
sacred and wonderful thing that should never be debased as simple
pleasure seeking. Problem is that it also leaves people growing up in
this day and age to be naïve to the whole thing. Tell me, apart from
the other day, what's the furthest that you've ever been with a
boy?"
	"Ummm... I let a boy feel me up once, just my tits. That's all. I
mean, nothing like the other day. That was... wow. I was still thinking
about it that night and..." her voice lowered, almost
conspiratorially, "I did it to myself."
	"Ah... I see. So... let me get this straight. You touched yourself
last night and you were hoping that I'd like to do it again?"
	"Please?" her face looked stricken again, "I mean, I can do
whatever you like. I'll be your girlfriend if you want me to."
	"Girlfriend?"
	"Yeah. I mean, you said I was a pretty girl. I know you find me
attractive. All the boys want me. I'll be your girlfriend and I'll
do whatever you want me to."
	"All because I made you cum?"
	"Yes," she said in a quiet voice. I could see that I wasn't
getting out of this anytime soon. She was defying everything that she
believed to throw herself at my feet. I looked her over and at first
glance, I saw an archetypal North Shore girl. I was momentarily
reminded of that parody song written to the tune of "Barbie Girl"
by Aqua. I'm a North Shore girl / In a North Shore world. / Spending
daddy's plastic. / It's fantastic. However there was something
different about this girl, some quality about her that escaped me at
first glance. But looking closer, I could see what it was... innocence.
She was innocent, pristine, untainted and pure. I had to think, if I
refused her would she try to satisfy her new lusts with somebody else,
perhaps somebody who would abuse and use her? Probably. My heart went
out to her but I also considered, she's a young, lithe and beautiful
girl who has suddenly found herself infatuated by me. Does an
opportunity like this ever come across again? Probably not. I resigned
myself to the inevitable but did so with a glad heart.
	"Okay, I can... teach you about your sexuality. If you want to
please me in return then I'm more than happy to help you." She
gripped me in a tight hug and purred in delight.
	"Can we start today?"
	"Today?"
	"Please?" This girl was definitely eager.
	"Well, I don't see why not. Where should we do this?"
	"Your place. Daddy would have kittens if I brought you home. He's
always wary about my boyfriends."
	"I'm not surprised. And what about your mum?" She fell silent
and I realised that I had touched a nerve.
	"She's dead," murmured Sarah in a low and sad voice.
	"I'm sorry, Sarah"
	"It's okay. You didn't know. She died after giving birth to
me."
	"That's terrible, Sarah."
	"Yeah, but Daddy said that she was a beautiful woman, as beautiful
as an angel."
	"Taking a look at you, I'd say he wasn't kidding." Sarah
smiled softly as I raised my hand to gently wipe away an errant tear
that was trickling down her face.

	Dulwich Hill is not a lovely place to live. However, it was where I
resided. In spite of the beautification program started by Marrickville
City Council, the place had a dirty and unwashed look to it. The
residents themselves looked the same. I didn't like the place but, at
short notice, it seemed like as good a place as any.
	I led Sarah up the steps of the duplex I lived in and unlocked the
door. Pushing it open, she took her first look inside and gingerly
stepped in. She turned to me with a questioning look.
	"You live alone?" she asked. I nodded and proceeded in, shutting
the door behind me.
	"It's not much but it's home." I led Sarah to my room, ditched
my bag, wallet, keys and change. She took a look over my unmade bed and
gave a small smile, it was queen sized. I looked at her quizzically and
raised an eyebrow. "Something wrong?"
	"No," she replied with a smirk, "I'm just wondering what a
single guy is needing with a queen sized bed." That made me chuckle.
I pulled her to me and slipped my arms around her.
	"Why don't we find out?" Her eyes started to sparkle with
mischief. Somehow, I felt comfortable with her. I pulled her onto the
bed and lay her beside me. We lay on our sides looking at each other,
she on her right with me on my left side. Her chest started to heave
again and I could see a slight pinkish tinge starting to crawl up her
neck. I could have sworn that I could smell her getting wet.
	I lay on my side and reached over to slowly undo the buttons of her
white school shirt. She quickly pulled the bottom of the shirt out of
her skirt. With the last button undone, I slowly swept back the left
side of her shirt, exposing her chest and torso. Her skin was a
beautiful pale shade and she sported a flat stomach below a large bust
line.
	"What size bra do you wear?" I asked.
	"12DD." My eyes widened at the sound of that.
	"Holy shit! Really?"
	"Why do you think the boys all want me?" she replied with a smirk.
I had to admit that it was a valid point. I leaned in further, slipping
my hand over her back and finding the clasp to her bra. She looked me
in the eyes expectantly. Her face was a couple of inches away. Without
thinking about it, I closed the distance and kissed her softly. She
moaned softly as our lips mashed together. As our lips parted, I
slipped my tongue into her mouth to taste her. Moving on instinct, she
slid her tongue into my mouth and entwined hers with mine. With a pull
and a snap, her bra came free. Slowly drawing my lips from hers, I
smiled at her as my right hand came up and gently lowered the bra strap
from her shoulder. Her expression was anxious as I slowly uncovered her
left breast. I ran the palm of my hand down from her collarbone, over
her breast and onto her nipple. Giving her breast a gentle squeeze, I
watched her gasp and try to press her breast into my hand even further.
	"You're beautiful, Sarah," I whispered. Her anxious look was
replaced by one of relief. Leaning down, I gently drew her nipple into
my mouth, licking it softly and blowing air across it. I moved my hand
from her breast and proceeded to slowly remove her shirt and bra. She
momentarily sat up, shucked her shirt and bra then lay back down on her
side again. My right hand gently roamed over both of her large, firm
globes, caressing, squeezing and softly pinching. A smirk crossed her
face and she giggled softly.
	"Enjoying yourself, Daniel?"
	"Oh absolutely, Sarah. Well, now that we have you stripped to the
waist, my turn." I sat up on my side, removed my jacket and T-shirt.
My physique is nothing to write home about and I resemble Adonis less
and Ron Jeremy more. Still, if there was one thing I was proud of, it
was having developed pecs.
	"Sorry I'm not much to look at." She waved her hand in the air
dismissively.
	"If I wanted a pretty boy, I would have stayed with one. I need
experience, not looks." I had to smile at that. Well, I thought, if
Ron Jeremy can bang hot chicks then I can too. Sarah leaned over and
smiled down at me. Moving in closer, we kissed again as she ran her
hand over my chest. She gave my nipples a light pinch, taking the time
to make them erect. Giggling as she observed the areola crinkling and
the nipple extending, she proceeded to lick them softly in turn. I
became consciously aware of my erection trying to burst out of my
jeans. Giving my nipples small, tender, cat-like licks, she inched
herself closer to me. I moaned softly as she continued to play with my
nipples. Looking down, I could see the gleeful expression on her face.
She was completely at ease with me. I gently pulled her up to lay on
top of me, her breasts crushing against my chest. We shared another
kiss as I gently stroked her hair.
	"Okay Sarah, now we come to the waist down. I'll go first. What I
want you to do is to open my pants and pull out my cock. You think you
can do that?" Her look was anxious again but with a reassuring smile
from me, she nodded. She slid herself down and looked at the crotch of
my pants. There was an obvious bulge in the front when she gingerly
reached over to take a hold of my belt buckle. Slowly, she undid the
belt buckle and the snap at the front of my jeans.
	"Take your time," I whispered as she started to fumble for the
zipper. She took a deep breath and slowly drew down the zip, exposing
my boxer shorts. Her trembling fingers slowly slipped under the
waistband of my boxers before I felt her warm hand encircling my cock.
She caught her breath as she felt the hardness slowly increasing in her
palm. It was a bit awkward but she managed to carefully pull it free
and hold it upright. Blood filled the vessels in my penis, hardening
and lengthening it. She shuddered at the feel of it.
	"Oh my god, I can feel it getting bigger in my hand," she said
with a trembling voice.
	"That's fine, babe. That's what is supposed to happen." A
quick glance in my direction showed me she had no idea what to do next.
I gave her another reassuring smile. "Examine it, Sarah. Take a good
look at it. Don't be afraid." She gave a weak smile then started
moving her hand up and down the shaft. I moaned in encouragement which
seemed to embolden her. By this stage, my cock was fully erect and
harder than it had been for a long time. With a giggle, she released it
and watched as it stood up by itself. Then she started bending it to
one side and releasing it, watching it bob back into its erect position
like an obscene Punch-Me Clown.
	I had to laugh at her antics. A moment ago she was opening my pants
with the expectation that some kind of monster was living inside. Now
my cock was like a new toy for her. My cock is uncircumcised so I
watched as she gently pulled the foreskin open to see what was between
the head and the foreskin. There was a mixture of lust, curiosity and
mischief on her face as she looked over, moved, stroked and squeezed my
cock.
	"Enjoying yourself, Sarah?"
	"Oh absolutely," she replied with a smirk. Looking it over again,
she smile and slowly stroked it. "Can I make it cum?"
	"I'm sure you can, babe. Go right ahead." She looked back down
at my cock again and continued stroking it slowly.
	"Okay... so how do I do it?"
	"Start by slowly stroking it, Sarah. It's easy to start off that
way. As I start getting closer, stroke it faster. After I cum, slow
down because my cock will be really sensitive and it'll hurt if you
handle it too roughly during that time." She looked at my cock with
an intense expression and began stroking it slowly. It was a pleasant
sensation to begin with and started feeling better once she became used
to the idea. By this time, my cock was harder than it had been in a
long time, the head turning a reddish tinge. My legs started to tremble
as she became bolder and stroked my cock faster. I settled back and
shuddered as the pleasure seemed to flow through me. She started
stroking faster, the fact that my legs were trembling obviously not
escaping her notice. My eyes opened and I watched as she pumped my cock
earnestly, urging the cum out. I moaned in ecstasy as I felt myself
coming closer and closer.
	"Oh GOD, yes!" My cock erupted in orgasm. Sarah looked very
surprised to see my cum shooting out. She continued to stroke my cock
slowly as my orgasm subsided and eventually slowed to a stop. I let out
a sigh of relief then spied Sarah laying next to me with an
uncomfortable look on her face while she peered at her cum covered
hand. "Something wrong, Sarah?"
	"Ummm... what do I do with this?" she asked, indicating the mess
on her hand.
	"Taste it. Just lick a little bit of it and tell me what you
think." She gave me a look as if I had just grown a second head.
	"You serious?"
	"Oh yes. When you become more sexually aware, you come to love and
enjoy everything about sex. There are girls who would drink as much cum
as they could because they love the taste. Then again, there are some
girls who don't mind the taste and will swallow their partner's cum
because they love their partner. Here, just give it a lick and see what
you think." Sarah nodded and licked a drift of cum from her hand. The
cogs in her mind visibly ticked over as she considered the taste. She
then began licking the rest of the cum from her hand. "So I guess you
don't mind the taste?"
	"Yummy," replied Sarah with a smirk.
	"Well that wasn't so bad, now. Was it?" Sarah nodded with an
impish smile. "Imagine," I continued, "if you sucked my cock. You
could drink all of my cum and not miss a thing." Sarah appeared to
like that idea, agreeing with an enthusiastic nod.
	"Can I suck your cock, now?"
	"Patience, Sarah. You've only just made me cum. It takes me a
little while to actually have cum in my balls to shoot. However... I
believe that it's now your turn to strip from the waist down. Having
found new confidence, Sarah quickly shed her remaining garments,
tossing them over the edge of the bed. I proceeded to remove the rest
of my clothes and joined her on the bed, the both of us naked as the
day we were born. I gently pulled her to me and positioned her to the
middle of the bed. "Now, lay back and spread your legs, babe. I'll
do the rest," I said while positioning myself between her thighs.
	"Umm... what are you doing?" she asked with an anxious expression.
	"This," I replied with a smile, leaning in to take a look at her
pussy. Her slit was small and tender looking. Her hair was red and
stood out from her pale skin in a natural pattern. She obviously
didn't shave herself for any reason. Her inner lips were slight and
beautiful, which reminded me of a flower in bloom. I smiled, lowered my
head and gently licked her slit. The reaction was profound.
	"Oh my god!" Her hips surged up and her legs clenched around my
head. This wasn't entirely unexpected as this girl wasn't the first
virgin I had ever been with. However, I did have to bring my hands up
and slowly prise her thighs open.
	"Sarah... relax." Finally managing to open her legs again, I moved
up and try to use my elbows to brace against her thighs. I softly
licked her slit, still causing Sarah to jump but she managed to keep
her legs open. With a few more baby licks, she finally relaxed enough
to not jump when I licked her. I slid my tongue inside her and tasted
her sweet nectar which began to flow quite freely. I slid my hands
under her legs and hooked my hands onto her thighs. Pulling myself
closer, I feasted on her pussy, licking, kissing and sucking on her
inner lips. Casting a glance up at Sarah, I could see she had her eyes
closed and was gripping the bed while her chest heaved. She started
moaning and mewling like a kitten as I licked her. As my lips caressed
her slit, I felt her clit becoming hard and extending from the hood. My
tongue danced and played over her clit, causing her to cry out in
pleasure and grip her breasts. I saw her grip her breasts and begin
pinching her nipples between her thumb and finger. Her hips surged and
trembled, causing me to hold on tightly with my mouth latched firmly on
her pussy. As my tongue lapped at her pussy and clit, Sarah went wild.
She bit her lip as she neared the edge, my tongue still working on her
clit. With one final surge Sarah came, crying out in pleasure and
thrashing her head around. As I slowed my licking, I gently released
her. Sarah purred and mewled like a kitten while I slid up to lay
beside her.
	"Oh my god, that was... wow," breathed Sarah as she snuggled into
my side. She seemed to be oblivious to the fact that we were lying
together naked. I guess she's comfortable with me now, I thought. I
smiled and gently caressed her cheek as she lay her head on my
shoulder, her leg gently edging its way over me.
	"What time are you expected back home?" I asked.
	"I told daddy that I'd be going out with friends this afternoon.
Some of my girlfriends are covering for me."
	"Oh? They were comfortable with you coming to find me and spending
your afternoon naked with me?" Sarah giggled at that idea.
	"I think they were jealous. They told me after I first met you that
they were jealous. I guess they wanted to know how I felt when I...
y'know... came."
	"You sure they weren't just jealous of the fact that you had the
nerve to do what they wished they could do?"
	"Oh god, no. I reckon they're just as inexperienced as I was. One
of them asked me if I could introduce you to her so she could find out
what it was like." This caused my eyebrows to raise. For a fleeting
moment, I thought that what is said about catholic school girls must be
true.
	"So this girlfriend of yours wants me to... give her an orgasm? Why
me?" Sarah bit her lip timidly.
	"I told her what you said to me. She thought you were really nice
because you wouldn't just take me home and fuck me. The boys at
school, they'd fuck us in a heartbeat. It's easy to see. But not
you."
	"So now your friend wants you to introduce her to me because I'm a
nice bloke."
	"Yup, that's right."
	"And how do you feel about that?" Sarah bit her lip and looked
down as she visibly mulled it over.
	"I don't know," she murmured in a tone of confusion, "When I
think about it..."
	"Don't think about it, Sarah. Feel. Imagine what I would look like
with my hand in your friend's panties and imagine the expression on
her face when she came. Now picture all that and tell me how that makes
you feel." A shadow seemed to pass over her for a moment but then she
smile slowly.
	"Well, jealous at first. But you're not my boyfriend, are you? So
if you aren't my boyfriend I can't really say that you belong to
me. So... I guess I could be fine with it. But the thing is, do you
want me to be your girlfriend?"
	"I'd be a fool to say no but if you're willing to introduce your
friends to me then you have to think about what kind of relationship we
should have. I mean, will it just be you and me with nobody else or
it's you and me and you share me with whichever friends you want?"
This seemed to give her food for thought. It took her a while to digest
it all.
	"Well... if we're boyfriend/girlfriend, how do you feel about me
sharing you with my girlfriends?"
	"As long as your girlfriends are attractive, I'm happy with it."
Sarah chuckled softly and gave me an impish grin.
	"Don't worry, they are. I guess I'm okay with sharing you. Would
you mind so much if I brought them around?"
	"Not at all," I laughed.
	"So," Sarah replied with theatrical timidity, "Can I suck your
cock, now?"
	"Of course, Sarah," I replied with a smile.
	I lay back as she slid down again. By this time, my cock had grown
semi erect and grew harder as Sarah took it in her palm. She began
slowly stroking me, coaxing me to full hardness before rolling back the
foreskin. Looking up at me with mischief in her eyes, she planted a
soft kiss on the head of my cock. I chuckled softly and watched as she
started planting soft kisses up and down the shaft. The pleasure of
feeling her soft lips on my cock was fantastic. I squirmed a little and
watched as she softly made love to my cock. Sarah looked at my cock and
slowly licked the head. I gasped in pleasure, causing Sarah to look up
with a worried expression.
	"Good start, babe. Keep going," I assured. Sarah smile further and
started slowly licking my cock all over, her tongue caressing every
spare inch of my shaft. With my cock wet with her saliva, Sarah took a
deep breath and slowly inserted the head into her mouth. She gave an
experimental suck before taking more, engulfing my cock with her warm
and wet mouth. My head lolled back and I concentrated on the feeling of
Sarah's mouth on me. Awkward at first, Sarah seemed to get the idea
and started sucking me in earnest. Opening my eyes and looking down, I
saw her head slowly bobbing over my lap, my cock disappearing and
reappearing from her lips. I lay back again and moaned in pleasure.
	"Sarah, lick my balls, too. I love it when I have my balls licked
while you stroke my cock." The next moment, I felt her mouth leave my
cock to be replaced by her hand. She slowly stroked my cock as I felt
her tongue softly caressing my balls in turn. After a good amount of
licking, her mouth returned to my cock, sucking in earnest again. I
reached down and ran my fingers through her hair, surrendering to the
pleasure. My hips started to slowly rock as the pleasure increased. Her
mouth moved over my cock faster, sucking with eagerness. Gasping in
pleasure, I opened my eyes and watched Sarah as she sucked me. Her eyes
were fogged with lust as she sucked my cock eagerly, her tongue
caressing my shaft and urging the cum out. Groaning in ecstasy and
feeling myself pushing towards the edge, I found myself almost unable
to warn her of my orgasm. "I'm... gonna... cum!" My hips surged
and my cum exploded into her mouth. Her lips clamped down on my head,
determined not to miss a drop of my seed. My hips started to jerk and I
felt a sharp pain behind my scrotum as I started becoming
overstimulated.
	"Whoa whoa whoa. Easy Sarah, easy. That's enough!" With the last
drop of semen safely deposited in her mouth, I flopped back onto my
bed, my body releasing the tension. Sarah's head raised, a satisfied
smile across her lips. She audibly swallowed and gave a goofy grin.
	"Mmm... yummy," she giggled, "I think I could get used to that
taste." Looking up at her, I saw her in a very new light. There was a
part of her that wanted more and it showed in her eyes. But even though
she may have just had her tongue freshly bathed in semen, her face
still wore an expression of serenity, calm and... innocence. I figured
that perhaps she would still look like an innocent angel even after I
had taken her virginity. It was strange. She slowly worked her way up
beside me and snuggled into me, almost possessively.
	"So," I started, "you're fine with sharing me with your
girlfriends."
	"Yeah, on one condition."
	"What is it?"
	"Fuck me first?" she said in a small voice. I laughed and hug her
tightly.
	"Of course, babe. I'm more than happy with that. Did you want me
to fuck you now?"
	"Would you?"
	"Of course. I would like to fuck you but I'm not going to do so
until you're ready for it." She remained quiet for a while as she
thought it over.
	"Well, I think I am ready," she began. "I was always worried
about doing it and that boy Jason was always pressuring me to do it.
Jason was my ex that you saw on the train," she explained when she
saw the confused look on my face. "But the problem is that he was
pushing me for weeks and weeks. I let him feel me up once, hoping that
he would stop pressuring me but that only made him want to do it even
more."
	"That doesn't surprise me, babe. If you give a boy a taste, he's
going to want more. It's one of the more common mistakes. If you
start something with a boy, you have to finish it. In this Jason's
mind, letting him feel you up is like saying 'I'm eventually going
to fuck you'."
	"But I wasn't. I just wanted to stop him pressuring me."
	"I know that, Sarah. But with boys being physical in nature as
opposed to girls being emotional by nature, if you give him a little
taste of physical attention then it only has him wanting more. Think
about it, have you ever fallen for a guy who said 'I think I love
you' and he turned out to be a real prick?" Sarah looked up at me.
 From the look in her eyes, I guess that she had.
	"Yeah, once. He used to treat me really bad." I reached over and
caressed her hair.
	"Don't worry, babe. We all make mistakes when we're young.
It's part of growing up." Sarah smiled softly in return.
	"Well he was only using me to get in good with Daddy. He was after a
scholarship."
	"What does your Daddy do, Sarah?"
	"He's like this high flying investment broker or something. He's
loaded and he started this scholarship fun for promising students to
help them through university," she said, then snorted derisively.
	"Something wrong, Sarah?"
	"Yeah, he offers them only to 'Models of Christian Belief'.
He's donated tons of money to the Parish and tried to get more
priests to teach at the school."
	"Sounds like a big Christianity freak."
	"It's horrible!" I looked at Sarah in surprise. I suddenly had a
sinking feeling and fanaticism was its name.
	"Okay... tell me about it. What's wrong?"
	"I'm in the scholarship program and so is Jason. We're given the
Christian version of sex education and they make us wear Promise
Rings."
	"Aren't they rings where you promise to get engaged to somebody
when you come of age?"
	"Not these ones. These Promise rings are promises to not have sex
until we're married." Sarah lifted her left ring finger and showed
me the gold band around it. I could do nothing but shake my head sadly.
It was Christian fanaticism that caused the Crusades. Now it was making
sexually naïve adults.
	"So how many are there in this Scholarship program?"
	"There's 5 of us, including myself. None of the other kids have to
go through what we do in the stupid scholarship program. I only have to
go through it because it's Daddy's program." Sarah made a noise
like an angry cat and snuggled back into me.
	"Don't let it worry you too much, Sarah. I'm sure that he just
has your best interests at heart. Grown ups make mistakes and, sorry to
say, without your mother as a guiding influence he's had to take it
upon himself to raise you. I'm sure he's just trying to do the
right thing." This seemed to satisfy her. "Besides, what they
don't teach you in the way of sex-ed, I'll teach you." Sarah
grinned and snuggled into me. I had to say that I enjoyed the feel of
her body against mine. It was inspirational and... divine. I looked
over to my bedside table and noticed a set of rosary beads that I had
left there disused. And for a split second I thought I saw something.
	But no, the Jesus did not smirk.


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