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Subject: (corn53) Snowed In- Emily - on Couch (pre-teen, spnk) pt 2 of 2
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Warning: you must be at least 18 to read this somewhat erotic story about a
young girl who has to stay with her former neighbor overnight. Parts of this
story are TRUE and should not be read by those persons offended by erotic
content.
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SNOWED IN WITH EMILY part 2 of 2
FOOLING AROUND ON THE COUCH
I continued massaging her breasts and sliding my finger slowly in and out
while she laid across my lap on her tummy. Emily was making purring noises,
enjoying - but not talking. Several times she told me to stop a minute, but
when I took my hands away, she said, “No, just hold still a minute.” I could
feel her tummy muscles twitching against my bare leg. We did this several
times - I massaged and fingered her for awhile, stopped while she twitched,
then did it again. I was rubbing myself against her - pressing hard against
the side of her rocking hips. I felt ready to cum in my underwear. She seemed
to sense this and raised up on her hands and knees.
“Can I touch you, Bobby?” in a quiet voice.
As she began to feel me through my underwear I came. She grasped my
jerking penis in her hand - gently - through my underwear, as I continued to
spill my juice. She looked at the oozing wet area in my underwear. The
blanket slipped off as she stayed on her hands and knees, throwing light and
colder air on our play. My thing started shrinking. She let go and pulled the
elastic band on my briefs out so she could watch it. We both saw the gooey
mess in my pants.
Reality hit us - with the light and cooler air. We had been lost to our
game for some time. I noticed her natural reddish skin was now mottled with
darker red blotches, as if she had been really hot.
“Sorry Emily. I didn’t mean for...”
“Shhhh.” and she released the elastic band of my underwear.
Emily stayed on her hands and knees, sat back onto her heels and looked
into my eyes.
We just looked into each other for a moment, not knowing what to do or
say. Unity. Communion. Both of us feeling a mixture of joy and guilt,
embarassment mixed with the thrill of touching each other.
“You made a mess, Bobby. Don’t get any stuff on your mom’s nightie!
Maybe we should take a bath.” referring to our parents repeated reminders. It
seemed like whenever we were all thogether one of our moms mentioned that we
used to take baths together - as if to say, “Now, get along!”
“It’s been years, Emily.” agreeing, “This time we can wash each other.
I’ll run up and start the water.”
First I went to my room to change underwear. I would leave my wet briefs
under my bed for a day until they dried out. When alone, I smelled my finger,
to secretly enjoy the aroma of her pleasure. It was a new smell to me, having
never gotten that far with a girl before. “Different” I said aloud to myself
thinking it didn’t smell good or bad, just ‘different.’
I went in the bathroom and started the water, put in some bubblebath, and
‘whizzed’ again. before I was finished Emily walked in. My flow stopped
immediately and I turned away. “Bobby, let me watch you.” she asked. “Please”
as she knelt down beside the john.
It took a moment to start because I was so self conscious, and because her
attention was already making me swell - only a little, but enough to impede the
flow. Worried about accidently spraying her, I warned, “Sometimes it makes a
wider spray when I’m, umm, a little stiff. Better scoot back.” Then, to my
relief, in more ways than one, a single stream hit the center of the toilet.
“Mom says men should learn to pee sitting down, so they aren’t so
inconsiderate and leave a wet toilet seat. One of her biggest peeves is guys
who don’t lift the seat to pee. Mom has lots of peeves with men. I wonder why
she’s always trying to meet them?”
She was watching me closely. “Did you ever see a dick before?” I asked
her out of curiosity.
“No, not a ‘live’ one. But I watch them on videos when I baby-sit for the
Fredericks.”
She continued to look at me even after I finished. She noticed my clean
underwear as I pulled the elastic up over myself. She asked, “Why did you
change underwear? Why not wait till after our bath? I want to look at you.”
“OK. I want to look at you, too, Emily.” and I pulled off my pants and
shirt. The hot water was steaming up the window and mirror. As I stood there
near her, naked, my dick started to get hard again. She watched it grow.
“Can I touch it, Bobby.”
“OK.”
She touched it. Then held it, squeezed, tickled, pulled, watched it
spring back. I was enjoying her curiosity when she let go and said, “I have
pee.”
“Can I watch you, Emily?”
Giggles. She took off the nightie, hung it on the back of the door, came
back over and sat on the toilet with her knees apart. I knelt in front of her
and watched the yellow stream splash into the bowl. “I could do it standing
up, Bobby, if we were outside. I can even ‘aim’ it.” she bragged. “But, not
today!” and we laughed, hearing the cold wind howl outside.
We washed each other all over. The bubble bath smelled good. More hot
water every few minutes replaced what splashed out or went down the overflow
drain. We were warm and cozy, both glad now that our moms wouldn’t be back
tonight. We rambled on about lots of things, mostly related to sex, but also
school, boyfriends, girlfriends, fantasys, pimples, and so on. She confessed
to liking the spanking. She reviewed menstruation for me, making it much more
meaningful than our Health teacher did. We shared experiences and memories. I
enjoyed hearing about the time she camped out with three of her girlfriends a
year earlier and they all practiced peeing standing up. She liked hearing
about getting a driver’s license. We were both getting wrinkled from being in
the tub so long when we finally got out and dried each other off.
“You would like those videos at the Fredricks’ house. The people in them
tried lots of different positions. And the girls in one of them were shaved.”
“You mean their pussies?” I asked.
“Yes. Well, two were shaved completely and one of the girls had a little
patch at the top of her crack.” Tugging on her own small tuft to show me. I
knelt in front of her, looking closely. “They all shaved their lips, Bobby, so
they had that ‘little-girl’ look.”
“I can’t hardly see the light blond hair on your lips, Emily. Can I look
at the inside? I didn’t get to see it downstairs.”
“Sure. If you want.” and she laid down on the big towel, lifted her legs
and let them drop to her sides. I laid down with my face real close to her
pussy and put my hands on either side, pulling it open farther. While I
‘examined’ her, she asked, “Did you ever see a pussy?”
“Not a ‘live’ one!” copying her answer. We both laughed.
“You wouldn’t believe what they did in one of the videos, Bobby. The guy
was kissing the girl right there.”
“You mean here?” and I kissed her on her tiny, blond bush.
“No. He kissed the inside part. It looked pretty gross.”
“I’ve heard of that. Want me to try it?”
“OK, if you want to.”
Silence while I looked into her some more, still pulling this way and that
with my fingers, trying to distinguish the different parts and noting that it
didn’t exactly match the side-view diagram in our Helath book.
Then I kissed her. I put my tongue tentatively against her, tasting. It
didn’t taste bad so I opened my mouth and started licking over a bigger area.
She was slippery wet. For some reason Emily started purring again and I was
enjoying it too. We did that for a few minutes and then she put her legs
down. When she sat up I could see that her skin was getting redder in places
again.
“Oh, Bobby, that feels so good. I would have never imagined. Let’s go
somewhere else. I’m getting cold in here now.”
We straightened up the bathroom. I didn’t want mom to see all these wet
towels.
She put the nightie on and went back to Mom’s room. I went to mine and
decided to put on a robe. No pajymas, just a robe and ski socks. Emily
walked in wearing Mom’s robe and slippers. The robe came down to her ankles.
Sitting back downstairs on the couch we had some snacks and soda. We
talked almost an hour before Emily asked why I hadn’t turned the TV back on.
“Don’t you want to watch, ‘BARBIE’S FIRST TIME?’”
She was sitting on her heels, sideways to me. As she laughed her robe
opened to reveal her naked tummy and breast. She had removed the nightie
before coming downstairs. I found myself getting hard again.
"Want another back rub, Emily? Let's turn on the TV."
"Sure, Bobby. Want me to tell you some of the other things I saw in those
videos?"
"Tell me. Hey, maybe I could come over sometime while you're babysitting.
Want me to rub your back or your front?"
"Should I take my robe off first?" and after a pause to think, "Try
massaging my front this time. Maybe we could play with the vibrator thing.
Then I want to massage you." giggles
"Let me run up and get some more pillows, so you can lay on your back
across my lap with pillows under your head and legs. I'll get the thing while
I'm upstairs." As I headed up the steps I saw her take off the robe and snuggle
under the blanket.
We sellted in on the couch with lots of bed pillows and another blanket.
She was laying on her back across my lap, naked, with the comforter and a
blanket over us. Her fingers were interlocked behind her head, and the light
from the light was reflecting off her braces as she smiled at me. The TV was on
again, but we weren't watching it. My hands were under the blankets touching
her - all over - slowly up and down as if I was playing the piano.
Emily and I were looking at each other. The vibrator was waiting on the
endtable. I wasn't sure what to do next, so I just kept feeling her all over.
Out of the blue I said, "Since you liked having your fanny spanked, maybe I
should spank your front a little bit." and began tapping on her mound.
"You're silly." and she parted her legs a little bit as I continued to pat
her a little bit harder. She twitched when I slapped right in the center with
my fingertips. Her eyes closed in concentration, but she was still smiling. I
started tickling her between the 'spanks.' One hand concentrating on her buds,
my other hand tickling her slit. She parted her legs farther.
Since she didn't object when I 'spanked' her front, I slapped a little bit
harder. She twitched only when I hit right in the center. After each twitch
her legs were farther apart. Then she bent her right knee and leaned it
against me. I put my right hand under her knee and began stroking her slit.
It seemed to get wetter as I rubbed my fingers up and down.
My finger stroked over her anus and she said, "Oh." in surprise.
"Did that hurt, Emily?"
"No. It just surprised me."
I stroked over it again, this time I lingered there tracing little
circles. She uncrossed her hands from behind her head and reached down to her
own fanny - one hand on each cheek.
Her wetness was spilling down and I picked up still more on my next slide
down. As my finger passed over her anus this time and circled, she pulled her
cheeks apart with her fingers. I was suddenly more curious about her anus and
pressed my finger in about an inch. "Ohh, Bobby." indicated she was curious,
too. We played with her fanny for a few minutes with me eventually sliding my
right forefinger all the way in. While it was in her I took my left hand from
her breasts and tickled my way down to her slit and began stroking. When my
seft hand stroked down she bent her other knee outward. Her "Umm" told me she
enjoyed it.
"Go wash your hands, Bobby." as we finished playing that game. "Then we
can experiment with the vibrator." and, after some giggles, "Or maybe I can
massage your front."
"Or maybe we should both lay down at the same time and snuggle up." with a
laugh, so in case she objected I'd say I was just kidding.
"I want to look at you some more. Maybe we can cuddle in bed later."
I handn't even thought about bed. I didn't want tonight to be over, but
going to bed might be another adventure. We would have to be sure to be in
seperate beds before our moms got home!
I brought some more pop from the kitchen after washing my hands. Normally
I would have eaten one bag of snacks by now, but I wasn't thinking about food.
"Ready for some Checkers, Bobby?" she chuckled as I came back in the room.
She was sitting with her robe on in the middle of the couch surrounded by
pillows and had turned on the vibrator., brandishing it in the lare like a
sword.
"I've never had so much fun playing checkers before in my life." handing
her a pop.
"Take off your robe and lay across my lap."
Laughing at my consternation, she twisted off her 'light saber' and patted
her lap. "On your back, Bobby." another giggle.
"Yes, Mam!" dropping my robe on the floor and laying down. She put the
blankets over me up to my neck.
"You watch TV while I massage you." Her hands were rubbing my knees and
chest - teasing me - waiting to get to the prize.
"I'm going to play 'tent.'" and she lifted the balnket putting it over
her head.
Her delicate fingers played up and down me - toes to neck, under the
covers. My own sword was stiff of course, laying against my tummy, sometimes
lifting off on its own accord as she played close to it. Her delay was driving
me crazy. The covers flipped off her head and she said, without looking at me,
"I'm thinking of showing you something else they did in Mr. Fredericks'
videos." and disappeared back into her 'tent.'
She began lightly tickling my dick and balls with both hands - more
precisly - all her fingertips. It felt so good. The hill in the blanket that
was her head got lower. I felt her kiss the sides tentatively, while still
tickling. She was holding it straight up now with what felt like a hundred
tiny fingers, kissing and tickling.
I remember Mom describing her once as 'the-girl-who-never-stops-moving,'
Just as this unbidden thought struck me, a warm sensation enveloped the end of
my dick. Even though I had just cum about two hours ago, I was worried about
cumming again as her mouth slid up and down on my stiffness. Her left hand was
holding me at the base of my penis and her right hand still tickling my balls
when the realization hit. I was cumming already. I didn't have time to warn
her, paralyzed with pleasure. Her gentle squeezing assisted every drop from
me.
Her mouth held me captive during my slow descent, the last drops oozing
into her.
Unhurridly, she sat up and put the blankets back over me. "Give me some
pop." was all she said. Not upset.
"That tastes funny." after several sips of soda. "But it wasn't bad.
Anyway, that's one of the things they did in the video. Was it too gross?"
"I'll never play checkers again without getting a hardon, Emily." and,
"Thanks for not getting mad. I was going to warn you, but it just happened."
"It's OK."
Our attention returned to the TV, neither of us listening, just thinking.
"Roll over, I'll do your back for a little bit."
I rolled over onto my tummy. Her robe opend when I turned so that I could
feel my dick hanging down between her bare legs. The pillows kept my weight
off her. We were both comfortable as she began rubbing my back.
"Bobby, there's some stuff dripping between my legs." matter of factly.
"It feels kind of sticky."
"It won't hurt anything."
She was rubbing my back and legs and then playfully spanked my fanny.
"Bobby, you should be spanked, too, you know. What if your Mom knew you were
feeling me up?" and she slapped a little harder.
"You're right, Em. I probably do. But who would do it?"
SLAP! She had lifted the blankket with her left hand so she could get a
full swing with her right. The sting surprised me and I jerked. Of course I
couldn't admit it hurt, so I laughed.
SLAP! SLAP! then quickly, SLAP,SLAP, SLAP!
With each slap I twitched downwards, which rubbed my thing between her
soft legs. Unbelievable, I was getting hard again.
SLAP! SLAP! now with rhythm. I was humping her legs as she continued,
enjoying each spank.
She stopped suddenly and began tickling my fanny. Without thinking my
legs parted so she could tickle a wider area. As she began tickling the backs
and sides of my balls my thing finished hardening. She stopped spanking me
but I continued to 'hump' her legs. "Oh, Bobby!" she teased and smacked me
harder, "You're so bad!"
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They have the whole night - what else will happen? Please share your
suggestions. Thanks, corn53
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Author's note: please send any comments/suggestions/personal experiences to me
at corn53@aol.com. Parts of all of my stories are true. Some are composites
of memories which readers have shared with me. Thank you for your help with
this "literary research." - Corn53) My stories can be found at
www.mrdouble.com or at www.spiralzone.com - both are free sites.
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