Message-ID: <8534eli$9802171140@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/8534.txt> From: Sxjames@aol.com Subject: New Story by Emerson Laken Palmer: "Cori" (mf, teen, nc? ) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <89849417.34e8d98b@aol.com> I am not the author, just the posting agent for Emerson Laken-Palmer. Any comments should be addressed to sxjames@aol.com and I will see that he gets them. ------------- cut here ------------------------------------ -------------------------WARNING!------------------------------- THIS TEXT FILE IS INTENDED FOR ADULT READERS! IT CONTAINS GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF SEX AND SEXUAL SITUATIONS. IF THIS TYPE OF SUBJECT MATTER OFFENDS YOU, OR IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS TEXT AND DELETE THIS FILE. THE AUTHOR (AND THE ORIGINATING SOURCE OF THIS FILE) HAS MADE THIS TEXT AVAILABLE (FOR ADULTS ONLY) AS SHAREWARE AND CAN NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR ITS DISTRIBUTION. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Cori by Emerson Laken-Palmer Cori was the teenage daughter of my mom and dad's best friends Sophie and Stosh. Her mother named her Corinna after that song by Ray Peterson which was Aunt Sophie's favorite before Cori was born. She was practically a cousin in the way that I had known her and her family all of my life. And in the way that I called her parents Aunt Sophie and Uncle Stosh and she and her younger brother called my parents Aunt Vi and Uncle Harry. My folks went over to their house, in Hamtramck, a lot when I was growing up or they came over to our house, in Madison Heights, or we went on picnics or to the lake together in the summer. The grown-ups always played cards, in the dining room, while me and Gordy (their son who was my age) and his sister Cori (who was about three years older) watched TV or played board games or got into some kind of loud mischief. Gordy and Cori always seemed to have the latest board games and the best, most expensive toys. I liked going over to Aunt Sophie's and Uncle Stosh's a lot, as a kid, because it was just a lot of fun playing with Gordy and Cori and because of the great Polish food (especially the kielbasa and the stuffed cabbage) that Aunt Sophie always cooked for us. Part of the fun also was listening to Uncle Stosh when he got a snoot-full of beer (which he always did). Uncle Stosh was a big, jolly man who resembled Jackie Gleason in size and facial features. When he drank, he always said the most outrageous things in a loud, boisterous voice. But he had to keep himself under partial control because Aunt Sophie was such a devout Catholic (she decorated the dining room with little statues and shrines and pictures of the Pope) who tolerated her husband's drinking but not any foul language or blasphemies from him. "Kings?" We'd hear him yell loudly from the dining room. "You didn't say you had kings! You should have signaled to me!" "Yes, dear," Aunt Sophie's calm voice would reply. "I'm sorry." "Sorry?" he'd yell in his slurred voice, "What kind of partner are you? Why don't you just stick your finger up my geegee!" Me and Gordy and Cori would laugh, in the livingroom, at hearing Uncle Stosh's creative word for some unimaginable portion of his anatomy, and then go on playing our chinese checkers. One time (when me and Gordy were ten) Aunt Sophie took us to see the farm of a friend of her's from church. We all drove out to Milford in Uncle Stosh's station wagon which my dad had to drive because Uncle Stosh had been drinking beer since early morning. He was half asleep in the back seat while Aunt Sophie told us to be careful of her friend's son (a boy our age) who had a hearing problem. When we arrived at the farm, Uncle Stosh walked right up to the boy and (aware of what his wife had said but unaware that the boy wore a hearing aid) took his shoulders, leaned to his ear and loudly and slowly yelled, "HELLO! DO YOU HAVE A COW HERE?" Wide-eyed and startled, the boy jumped back from the large, drunken man and fell to the ground, holding his ear, while me and Gordy and Cori all doubled over with laughter. Aunt Sophie looked so embarrassed as her friend, a tired-looking woman in old clothes, toiled to make us all a huge, country-style chicken dinner while she repeatedly had to step over Uncle Stosh who had fallen into a drunken, snoring sleep, right in the middle of her kitchen floor. By the time me and Gordy were eleven, and finishing grade school, there was a big change in both Uncle Stosh and Gordy's sister Cori. Cori was fourteen then and a freshman in High School. She stopped joining me and Gordy in playing games and having fun and she started looking and acting strangely. She became taller and curvier and started wearing makeup and skirts and nylons and fussing over her long, light blonde hair and doing her nails and talking constantly on the telephone with other teenagers. She didn't want to be around us anymore and, if she spoke to me and Gordy at all, it was just to call us dweebs and to look at us like we weren't even worth her time. Uncle Stosh'd had a heart attack and had recovered but it had almost scared him to death. The doctor told him that there were two conditions to him avoiding another one and staying alive: He had to go on a strict diet and loose a hundred pounds and he could have absolutely no alcohol. Now this may sound like a good thing for Uncle Stosh (and maybe it was). With Aunt Sophie watching over him, he did loose 110 pounds. And he never did take another drink. But he was never the same, jolly, funny man anymore. Uncle Stosh became mean and surly and really swore now, at everyone and everything, all of the time. He was sullen and authoritarian and became strict in his treatment of both Gordy and Cori, not allowing them to go out and have fun with other kids their ages. It seemed as though he hated to see anyone having a good time because he couldn't do the things he liked to do any longer. Nobody liked to be around him (as much) anymore, and that included Aunt Sophie, his kids, and my parents. Mom and Dad stopped going over to Aunt Sophie and Uncle Stosh's and found new card-paying friends who lived closer to our house. Over a year had passed and, though Mom still talked to Aunt Sophie on the phone from time to time, I thought I would never see any of the Kopinsky family again. But a crazy thing happened. A mutual friend of my mother and Aunt Sophie's had a daughter who was getting married. My mom and dad and Aunt Sophie and Uncle Stosh were invited and were going to the wedding and reception. The crazy part, to me, was this: Seeing as how I couldn't go, my parents decided that I needed a babysitter. ME? A BABYSITTER? AT THIRTEEN-YEARS-OLD? And, if that wasn't crazy enough, they asked Cori to babysit for me! Cori? MY babysitter? That was absurd! I used to pal around with her! And she couldn't be much more than fifteen now herself! I was really pissed off about the whole idea and protested vehemently to my parents. "Stop complaining, Richard," Mom told me, "Cori's a nice, responsible, young lady now and we've already asked her and she's already accepted." "But MOM..." I continued. "Hush," she demanded. "Mrs. Furlough can't do it and Uncle Stosh and Aunt Sophie are already bringing her over, after they drop her brother off at his friend's house." I began my "sulk and pout" routine but I realized that it was too little and too late and that this humiliation (for me) was inevitable. At 6:30 the Kopinsky's car pulled into the driveway and Uncle Stosh and Aunt Sophie came in with Cori. "Let's go," Uncle Stosh yelled impatiently, as he came through the kitchen door, "I want to get this the hell over with!" I looked over at Cori, my babysitter. I guess she hadn't changed out of the uniform that she had worn to school that day because, instead of the jeans and sweaters I remember she wore around her house, she was wearing a white, cotton shirt (with the shirt-tail out), a pleated, light, blue-grey, plaid skirt (cut to just above her knees) and brown, oxford shoes with knee-length, white, cotton sox. I noticed, right away, how well the outfit seemed to set off the ashen tones of her long, blonde hair as I appraised the aloof, bored expression on her face. Dad came into the kitchen, tying his red necktie and with only one arm pulled into his pin-striped suit jacket. "Alright," he said, smiling at Uncle Stosh despite his being rushed, "you impatient bastard, I'm ready to go." Uncle Stosh was looking at his watch as Mom helped Dad with his tie and jacket and then, as Aunt Sophie, Dad and Uncle Stosh headed out the door, Mom looked back at Cori and said, "Anything in the refrigerator is yours, Cori. We'll probably be late. So, if you get tired, you can just stay the night and sleep on the couch and we'll drive you home in the morning." Cori, who still had that bored, indifferent expression on her face, smiled now, at my mother, and said, "Alright, Aunt Vi." "And," Mom added in a stern voice, "don't take any guff from Richard! YOU are IN CHARGE tonight." "Alright," Cori said. "I understand. And don't worry," she added, "I'll take good care of him." God, the anger and humiliation was building inside of me as I stood there and listened to this. SHE was going to take good care of ME? CORI? Who was only in her second year of high school? "Mom!" I whined at her. My mother looked sternly at me now, ignoring the honking horn of the Kopinsky's car. "I mean it, Richard," she said as she pointed her finger at me for emphasis. "I want you to listen to Cori and do everything that she tells you to do! She's in charge tonight and don't you forget it!" Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Cori as she stood up straighter and sort of grinned, as if she were enjoying seeing me placed in such a subservient role to her. Between what my mom was saying and how Cori was acting, I became suddenly angry and yelled, "Yeah! Right! Fine! Go!" "Don't you use that tone of voice with me, young man," Mom scolded back and I just turned from her and walked out of the kitchen. I could still hear them, from the dining room, as mom said, "Don't pay any attention to him, honey. Take charge of him and remember that you're the responsible adult. You're the boss, Corinna." "Alright, Aunt Vi," she laughed. "Go ahead and have a good time. I can handle Richard." "That's my girl," Mom said and then I heard her close the door and the house fell silent. I listened, with rising rage, as the car backed from the drive- way and then motored off down the street. So this was my fate? I was to play the child role to Cori's responsible adult? Dammit! No! I COULDN'T! I was no child! I was a half-a-head taller than she was! I was in Junior High, for God's sake! I had hair on my balls! Well... a little hair anyway. Some sparse, but thick, dark ones had sprouted, just above my dick. And my shaft was a lot larger than it had been a few months ago. I was well aware of what it was for and pretty sure of how to use it (if the opportunity ever presented itself). There were more than a few girls, at school, who liked me and thought that I was pretty good looking. I'd kissed a couple of them and they sure liked the way I did it. Patty Shelby even let me feel her up one time, a quick grope of her little tits, down in her basement. I had never had sex with a girl (of course) but I had recently discovered the thrill of jacking off and reeling from the immense pleasures of having orgasms, on my back, in my bed, alone in the dark. In fact, just a few week ago, I was surprised at the sight of my first, real, wet discharge when, just as I braced in the rigor of climax, I saw a thin stream of milky jizz erupt from the little hole at the end of my cock. I knew what it was, as I watched it drip down the head and over my jacking hand, and I was kind of bolstered by the fact that I was technically a man now and not just firing blanks anymore. I had to learn to be careful (from that day on) and clean up my mess, when I finished, so that Mom wouldn't suspect what I had been doing. And I had been doing it a lot! That thought made me even madder. A lot of good being a man was going to do me now! Mom didn't think of me as a man and neither did Cori. I was just some impudent, harmless, little kid to them. If only I could show them. If only there was a way... At that moment Cori came into the dining room. "Here you are," she said (but not as if she really saw me) and then, "Where's the phone?" I pointed to the end table, by the sofa, in the livingroom and Cori walked right past me and made a bee-line for it. I could see her rounded behind sway in her skirt and smell her perfume as she passed. It was a light cologne, like Heaven Scent. Something a teenage girl's parents (and the nuns at her strict, Catholic High School) wouldn't object to. Teenage girl. That's what she was, after all. I should be out popping the cherries of girls like her, I told myself, not being baby-sat for by one! "Hello, Becky?" I heard her voice now, from the sofa, and turned to see her sitting back and gabbing on our phone. "This is Cori. I'm babysitting tonight. No, it's not for the Jurczyk's. It's my Aunt Vi's little boy Richard..." Did she just say little boy? "...no, he's not my cousin. Not my real cousin anyway. They're like friends-of-my-parents..." Looking at her in anger now, I couldn't help but also notice that with the way she was casually sprawled back (with her head resting on the cushion, her feet out to her sides on the floor and her knees nonchalantly apart), I could actually see up her skirt and almost make out what was hidden in the shadows between her thighs. In spite of my anger, I could feel my dick suddenly harden to a stiff boner in my pants. That's how I was, back at that age. The slightest thing could make me go stiff like that. The sight of Cori's bare, creamy- looking inner thighs (up her skirt) was doing that to me right now and tempering my anger. Cori, still gabbing on the phone, noticed me staring at her and (not pausing in her conversation) brought her knees together and shifted her legs slightly to the side, placing her free hand over her lap. Then she sat upright and gasped, "No!" to the person on the phone, "I didn't know Chad was going with Angie! How do you know? Who did you hear that from? Did SHE tell you?" Still staring at her, I began to notice, for the first time, that Cori wasn't really such a bad looking specimen. She wasn't what you'd call a natural beauty. But the bit of make-up that she wore accentuated her pale, blue eyes, minimized her full, peasant nose and brought out the rosiness of her ample cheeks. She wasn't wearing any lipstick but I could see that her mouth, though small, was adorned with pillow-cushion lips that were very textured but soft-looking. I knew that her teeth were straight because, the last time I'd seen her, she had just had her braces removed. The overall effect was that, beneath her feathery bangs, and framed by the curls of her light, blonde hair, Cori had a pleasantly pretty face. And the large swells, under the thin material of her white shirt, revealed to me that she had developed a rather sizeable set of breasts since that last time I'd seen her. "This is serious, Becky," she was saying into the receiver, "If Angie's going with Chad then that means Kevin isn't seeing anyone right now. You KNOW I'm hot for him, Beck! I'd do anything he wanted me to! Does he know that? Have you heard anything? Do you think he dumped Angie for me? Can you ask him? Should I?" As I watched Cori talk, from my spot in the dining-room, a little germ of a devilish idea suddenly flashed its way into my brain. A plan that might turn the tables on everything and make this night a memorable one after all. I went back into the kitchen, for a time, to listen and to plot and to wait for my opportunity. I wanted the stage to be set just right in order for my scheme to work. I hadn't counted on a teenage girl's gabbing abilities though. >From my spot in the kitchen I could hear her voice going on and on and on... "...if you think I should call him, I will. At least, I THINK I will. Do you think I should? My father absolutely forbids me to call boys..." More than an hour had passed and it had gotten dark outside before Cori even showed any signs of ending her telephone conversation. Once she did, I went into the livingroom and turned on one of the lamps (softly illuminating the room with yellow light) and listening as Cori said, "...I'll see you on Monday then, Becky. I'll tell you what he said when we're in Biology class. That is, IF I call him and IF Sister Clare isn't being such a bitch again," she laughed. "Okay, 'bye Beck." After she hung up the receiver, I quickly moved to the front of the couch and sat myself down, right on her lap, draping my arm over her soft shoulder and looking into her pretty, astonished face as I said, "Okay, babysitter, what are we going to do tonight?" Cori's blue eyes seemed to blink in surprise as she looked into my smiling face (so close to her own) and said, "What are you doing, you little dweeb? Get'cher big butt off'a me!" I could feel her try to move her thighs, under me, as I replied, "I'm sitting on my babysitter's lap. Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?" "No," she said loudly, still trying to squirm under me but unable to really move. "Get off of me, you big horse!" "Big horse?" I mimicked her high voice. "But I'm Aunt Vi's little boy! You're supposed to take care of me tonight. It's your job! I'm afraid of being left alone, Cori! Aren't you going to act like the responsible adult and comfort me?" As I said those words, I put both arms around her shoulders and hugged myself to her. I could feel the cushy swells of her breasts against my chest now as I pushed my face to the soft hair at the side of her warm neck and whiffed the aroma of Heaven Scent. I could feel Cori's hands pulling at my arms now, trying to dislodge me from her, as she said, "You don't need comforting, you lummox! Get off of me! I've got people to call!" "Kevin?" I inquired, into the nape of her neck. "You're going to call a boy, on the phone, and ignore the job your Aunt Vi is trusting you with?" I could feel her stop squirming under me as I continued, "I don't think Aunt Vi, or your dad, would be too happy if I told them I didn't have a good time tonight because you spent the night yakking on the phone with boys." "Richard," she said quietly, "you wouldn't tell on me, would you?" I looked into her face now, putting a baby-like pout to my lips as I said, "Not if you're nice to me, Cori-worie. Not if you babysit for me real good and keep me happy and entertained. Then your big, old, mean daddy wouldn't ever have to hear that you've got the hots for some boy named Kevin..." I could see Cori force a smile for me as she said, "Of course I'll keep you happy, Richard. If that's what you want..." "Oh, goodie," I said, hugging myself to her soft body again and pushing my face to the nape of her neck. "But get off of me," she said, wriggling herself under me again, "before you cut off the circulation to my legs." "Sorry," I said as I reluctantly unwrapped myself from her and then slowly moved so that I was sitting against her, on the couch, pinning her between me and the cushioned arm rest. "Is this better?" Cori looked suspiciously at my sweetened expression, for a moment, and then turned her face toward the empty living-room, showing her pretty features in profile, as she said, "Yes. But do you have to sit so close to me?" "Well, yes." I replied, adding innocence to the quavering timber of my adolescent voice. "This is the way I always sat with my baby- sitters." She looked at me now. "And what did THEY do with you?" "They put their arm around me and told me stories." "Hmm," she said, pressing her soft lips together in thought. "You're too old for stories, Richard." "Aw," I pouted, slapping my hands on my knees in mock frustration. "Don't you know any?" "None that you'd be interested in." "How do you know?" I said, taking her hand from her lap and draping her arm around my shoulders. "Well," she said, "what kind of things are you interested in?" I was happy to notice that she had left her arm where I had placed it and I half-turned to her and snuggled closer as I began to playfully fiddle with the top, white button at the front of her shirt and said, into her soft-looking cheek, "I like cars. And I like football and basketball and baseball and hockey..." "I don't know any good hockey stories," she said. "...I like girls," I continued, "and I think that sex is very interesting." I felt her body stiffen slightly against mine. "Sex?" she blurted, and she turned her face to me and said, "What do YOU know about sex?" "Not much," I said, still innocently playing with her shirt- button but aware that my hand was between the swells of her breasts. "I'm still way to young to know about sex and girls but I'm interested in learning about things." Cori took her hand from her lap and used it to extract my hand from her shirt-button as she said, "What makes you think I know so much about it?" "Well," I smiled, "you're so mature, Cori. And I've always thought you were very intelligent. Even when we were kids." "You did?" "Yes," I said, grasping her smaller hand with mine now. "I'm so awkward and unsure of myself around girls, Cori. It really makes me feel so bad. If only someone smart and pretty, like you, could tell me about it and show me a few things..." "SHOW you a few things?" she said suspiciously and her eyes squinted at me. "Just what kind of THINGS are you talking about?" "I don't know," I said. "I just feel so... uneasy with a girl because I don't know anything about... you know... kissing and stuff." "Kissing?" she asked, and I could actually hear her start breathing in a more relaxed manner as she said, "You don't know anything about kissing?" "Well," I said, "a boy hates to admit things like this to a girl... I mean... I'm trusting you not to laugh at me..." Cori squeezed my hand with hers as she looked seriously at me and said, "I would never laugh at you, Richard. You can trust me with anything you say." "Well," I continued, looking shyly away from her but still holding her hand, "I know some girls at school who (I think) would like me to kiss them. But, like I told you, I'm so unsure of myself and so frightened of doing it wrong... and making a fool of myself..." I looked back at her sweet, concerned expression now. "Could you teach me, Cori?" Cori slowly licked her lips, her blue eyes locked on my pleading expression as she said, "Well... if it would help you..." I smiled at her now, putting as much warmth into my expression as I could summon. "Oh yes, Cori. It really WOULD help me!" "Alright," she said, "but you have to promise not to ever say a word, about this, to anyone." "Of course not," I said. "It would be our shared secret." "Okay," she said, taking her arm from behind me and pushing me back away from her. "You have to sit over a little," she instructed, "so I can show you." "Alright," I said, scooting a foot or so away from her and turning myself to her as she turned herself to me. "The first thing," she began, "is to have your eyes closed when you kiss someone." "Why's that?" "I don't know," she stated. "I guess it's so you're not distracted by anything but the feeling of each other's lips." "Oh," I said, "that makes sense." And I smiled at her with my best, most trusting expression as I said, "I'm so glad to have someone as smart as you teaching me. I feel more secure already." "Now," she said, placing her hands on my shoulders, "put your hands at my waist..." And I did, surprised at just how thin and warm Cori's waistline was. Even through the material of her shirt and her skirt, it felt as if I could almost wrap my hands around her middle and touch the tips of my fingers and thumbs together! "Alright," I said. "Now," she continued, "close your eyes and lean toward me... slowly... until our lips just touch." I closed my eyes and felt her lean toward me but then I opened them, thrilling to her sweet, closed-eyed expression and the soft appearance of her pursed, moist lips. "Just as second," I said and I watched as she stopped leaning and opened her eyes. "What do I do with my lips?" I asked. "Do I pucker up or what?" "Just relax them," she said. "Just feel my lips with yours." "Okay," I said, closing my eyes again and tightening the grip of my hands around her wasp-like waist, just above where it flared out to her wider hips. I leaned slowly forward, sensing her honey scented breath on my face for a moment before I felt her lips press gently against my own. My cock seemed to know what I was doing and I felt it jerk to life, in my baggy warm-up pants and boxer shorts, as if it were a sleeping snake and somebody had just kicked it. Cori's soft lips were as wonderful to kiss as they appeared to be. They were firm and warm and delicate and pillow-like and, after a moment, I pressed my lips more firmly against hers and let my tongue out to taste her. As my tongue darted between her lips and pressed against her smooth teeth, Cori seemed to exhale slightly and her teeth parted for me and I felt her tongue against mine in the sugary heat of her mouth. "Mmm," she moaned to me and, spurred by my sudden lust, I ran my tongue deeply over hers to almost the back of her throat. Cori pulled her mouth away and turned her face from me as she said, "Richard! You're not supposed to lick my tonsils!" "I'm sorry," I said, wringing my hands together in mock shame. "I did it wrong, right? I'm so ashamed of myself!" I turned my body from her, grinning so that she wouldn't see me but waiting for her response. After a moment, (as if on cue) I felt her little hand on the shoulder of my Pistons jersey as she said, "No, Richard. That was alright... for a first try. It started out real nice. You did it very well, in fact. It's just that... you can't try to lick the back of a girl's throat the first time you kiss her. Girls don't like that. You have to use a little finesse. But it was nice, at first, Richard. Really. I liked it." "You did?" I said, putting as much sincere uncertainty in my voice as I could muster. "No!" I shouted, folding my arms together across my chest. "You're just saying that to make me feel better!" "No, Richard," she said with sincerity, "it was really good. Honest! It was even better than I expected and very good for someone your age and a first try." "You mean... you'll let me try again?" Cori squeezed my shoulder tenderly and said, "Of course I will." I put the sides of my fists to my eye sockets now and twisted them so that she could see me removing my imaginary tears. "Come on," she said, playfully shaking my shoulder, "lets do it again, okay?" "Well," I said hesitantly, "you won't turn away from me this time, and make me feel insecure again, will you?" Cori rubbed my back reassuringly as she said, "Of course not. Please trust me, Richard." "Well... okay," I said as I turned back to her, putting my best "lost puppy" expression on my face as I placed my hands at her thin waistline again but this time down more at the curves of her hips. "Now," she said, as she put her arms to my shoulders and locked the fingers of her hands behind my neck, "this time I want you to just let me lead and I'll show you how a girl really likes to be kissed, okay?" "Okay," I said, closing my eyes and trying not to grin into her face. I felt her tilt my head and pull me toward her and then her lips against mine again but this time they were slightly parted and, as I parted mine, I tasted the sweetness of her tongue as it searched and then probed against my own. Following her example, my tongue began a tender wrestling match with hers and our lips opened wider and I tried to restrain my urge to suck her face right into mine. I found, to my satisfaction, that the way I was kissing her seemed to be having as much effect on Cori as it was having on me and soon our faces were undulating together as our noses bumped and she panted into my face and wrapped her arms tighter around my shoulders. I, for my part, wrapped my left arm around her waist and pulled her more to me as I used my right hand to explore her, up and down her side, toward her chest (but not quite to her breast) and back down to the curve of her hip, slowly, over and over again. Then, feeling all the blood in my body flood to my cock and bolstered my extreme arousal, I sucked at Cori's mouth harder, drawing her essence and her tongue to mine and moaning my lust into her heated face. My hand wandered upwards again until, this time, I felt the outline of her thin bra and then I was grasping her large, soft breast firmly in my hand, feeling its shape and its heat through the material of her shirt. Cori squeaked into my face, in protest, and then I felt her hand pulling mine from her chest and she was backing away from me. "Richard!" she panted, when her mouth broke free from the suction of mine, "you're going too fast!" "I'm sorry," I said, panting myself, "I guess I got carried away... You being so pretty and all..." "Me?" she said, putting her hand to her mouth, as if to hide some imaginary flaw. "You think I'm pretty?" "Oh, sure!" I said, laying it on thick. "Cori, you're beautiful! You really are! I never dreamed that a girl, as pretty as you, would actually let me kiss her... let me... touch her." Cori's flushed face went even redder and I watched her as she put the back of her hand to her cheek and said, "We went a little too far just then, Richard. You weren't supposed to do that." "What?" I asked innocently. "Touch your breast?" "Yes." "Why? What harm can it do? It's only a breast." "Easy for you to say," she said. "Boys don't seem to realize that a girl's breasts are very sensitive and that touching them can cause a lot of emotions to build inside of her." "Really?" I asked, staring right at the abundant, twin hills on her chest. "Just touching them can do that to you?" Cori nodded. "You know," I said, secretively, "I've never seen a girl's breasts before... I mean... I've seen them in magazines but I always wondered what they looked like... for real... in person." "Well," she said, clutching the buttoned opening of her shirt, "I'm certainly not going to show you mine!" "Why?" I asked. "Are you ashamed of them? Is there something wrong with them?" "No." "Are they misshaped or spotted or covered with hairy moles or something?" "No," she stated, "they're normal, I guess." "Well," I said, "I know they must be beautiful... being that they're yours. There's nobody here, except the two of us. What harm can it do to show them to me? I won't say anything to anybody and you were showing me things a minute ago. What harm can it do?" "Richard!" she scolded. "You don't know what you're asking me to do. A girl's breasts are very personal..." "And I would be so grateful if you just let me peek at one," I said. "That's all I want to do. Just see what one looks like." "But it could lead to something more," she said. "It could lead to trouble." "Trouble? What trouble?" When Cori didn't respond, I just stood right up and smiled down at her. "Look," I said, "I'll take off my shirt and show you my chest and all you have to do is just unbutton your shirt, a little, and take off your bra." "But..." "You can keep your breasts covered," I offered. "Well..." I didn't wait for her full response but quickly pulled my oversized jersey over my head, dropped it to the floor and (smoothing back my long, black hair) smiled widely down at her. "There," I said, standing in only my baggy, black, warm-up pants, the elastic band of my boxer shorts visible above the draw-string waistband. "What do you think of me?" I asked, smiling and flexing my arm muscles, in front of her, as I assumed poses like I was Arnold Schwarzenegger. Cori's face brightened up at me and she laughed loudly, covering her mouth like she used to do when she still wore her braces. "Huh?" I smiled at her laugher. "You're goofy, Richard," she giggled. "Yeah," I stated, "but how 'bout it? Are you going to keep your word?" "I didn't give you my word." "Yes you did," I said, still flexing and smiling down at her. "Just unbutton your shirt and take off your bra. I just want to see what they look like when they're not so confined." Cori shook her head and waved her hand at me in exasperation. "You're so bad, for a little boy," she laughed. "Little boy?" I said, thrusting my hairless chest out. "Is this the bod of a little boy?" Cori laughed again. "Stop it," she said. "Well?" I asked, dropping my pose and raising my eyebrows at her. "Alright," she smirked and I immediately sat down beside her again. I watched her closely as she unbuttoned each button of her shirt for me, going from top to bottom, very slowly and carefully. I could see her bra, through the open front of her shirt now. It was white with lace trim and the shadow of her cleavage showed between the cups. I could feel my cock, pulsating in my shorts, and I couldn't wait for the moment when she had to remove her shirt to take off her bra, just as I had planned it. But Cori had a trick up her sleeve as she grinned devilishly at me and reached up her back, with both hands, to unclasp her bra. Then she reached way up the arm of her shirt and pulled her bra strap down past her elbow. Smirking at me now, she reached up her other arm and, before I knew what had happened, she pulled her bra right out of the sleeve of her shirt and held it up in front of me. "There," she said, letting it fall to the floor. "I did it." "Gosh," I said, trying to hide my disappointment from her, "you're a regular Houdini, aren't you? " Cori, her pretty face radiant and blushing, smiled at me and shrugged, causing the front of her shirt to separate slightly and reveal the pale skin of her chest and the deep cleavage between her two, ample (still mostly hidden) breasts. I don't know why, but the sight of her (and not just my lust) compelled me to slowly lean forward, with my eyes still open, and kiss her, watching her blue eyes grow larger as my face approached hers. As my lips touched the tender pillows of her mouth, I saw her eyes flutter closed and we both cocked our heads as our mouths opened and our tongues met again in wet exploration. I wrapped my arms around her thin body and she put her hands to my naked shoulders and we both elevated our kissing to suction as well as tongue sparring. My cock went so hard, in my pants, that it caused me to moan into her face and she moaned in response as I felt her hands began to explore the flesh of my back and sides. It suddenly struck me, as I began to trace the curves of her sides with my hands and feasted on the sweetness of her agile mouth, that Cori was not just playing a game with me and acting as my instructor anymore. Cori, I realized (to my amazement), had actually WANTED me to kiss her this time. And, as I felt her soft lips play against mine and her tongue-tip dance along my own, I also began to realized that she was turned on. Not wanting to waste the opportunity, I moved my hands to the front of her open shirt, placed them directly on the warm flesh of her thin sides and then, as I kissed her harder and probed deeper into her mouth with my tongue, I ran my hands up her sides and over her ribs until I had grasped and captured both of her naked breasts against my palms. Cori again squeaked into my face but this time she didn't push me away from her and her little hands actually squeezed at the muscles of my back. As I continued to kiss her deeply, I began to play with the two, large, soft, fleshy orbs in my hands. Cori's breasts were more than just handfuls. And they were warm and firm and tipped with nipples that were very erect and pointed. Every bit as erect, it struck me, as the rigid cock that was dancing in my pants. Curious, I took those nipples between my fingers and thumbs and pinched them lightly. Cori moaned loudly and pressed her open mouth to mine as her kissing became even hotter and wetter, as if she wanted to devour my mouth with hers. My hands still under her shirt, I wrapped my arms around her and, not ending our kiss, pulled her body to mine, feeling the smooth flesh, of both those ample breasts, mesh against my naked chest now. The feeling was sensual and compelling. Cori seemed to grip me tighter and I turned and twisted the both of us until I had her laying on her back, on the couch, with me half on top of her and kneeling on the floor. Freeing my hands, I continued our kiss as I again squeezed the large, fleshy hills on her chest and deftly tweaked and pulled at her nipples. Cori turned her head to the side, breathing raggedly as I kissed her cheek and down to her neck. "Stop," she whispered, placing her hand on my shoulder but not pushing me away. I kissed my way back up her warm, fragrant neck (parting her scented hair with my nose) and over her soft cheek, squeezing her breasts a little harder, as she said, "Stop," a second time and turned her face up to me. Gazing down at her wide, blue eyes and trembling lips, and with the soft mounds of her breasts in both my hands, I placed my mouth to hers again and felt her immediately suck our tongues back together as her lips went urgently back to work at mine. My rigid cock, pressed between me and the couch cushion, felt as if it were on fire and ready to spurt its load at any moment. But, I knew now, it didn't want to do it into my shorts. It wanted to do it into Cori. And Cori (gripping my shoulders and sucking at my mouth) was conveying, to my dick, that this scenario wasn't beyond any possibility. Kissing her, but cocking my head so I could look down the couch, I could see that she was laying on her back with her flat stomach heaving and exposed in the open front of her white shirt. Further down, she had one leg up on the couch while the other draped over the edge to the floor. The hem of her grey, plaid skirt had ridden up to her mid thighs, exposing plenty of shapely leg to me. I wrapped one arm around her shoulders and cradled her upper body to me as our shared arousal heightened our kissing to just wet, open mouthed, tongue licking now. Removing my free hand from the firm flesh of her right breast, I caressed her down her flank and over the soft, pleated material her skirt until my hand came to rest on the bare skin of her left thigh. It was smooth and creamy feeling and I knew, at that moment what I had to do. I ran my hand slowly up the delicate skin of that thigh until my hand was under the material of her skirt and I came to the juncture of her legs and the soft, combed-cotton feel of the crotch of her panties. Trembling from my lust, I cupped my hand over her covered pussy and squeezed it. Cori's mouth turned away from mine and in a breathfull voice that trembled softly (and directly into my ear), she said, "Please, Richard. Don't." "It's alright," I told her, feeling the sensualness of that warm, flat, soft place between her open legs (so utterly different from the rigid shaft between my own), "I'm not going to do anything." Having just said that, my finger found the indention in the middle of the crotch of her moist-feeling panties and traced, up and down, inside its contour. "Please," she whispered again to me. "Don't do that to me." I could hear and understand her voice but, at the same time, a part of me was reasoning that, if she wasn't removing my hand or closing her legs together, she didn't really mean what she was saying. Deftly using my fingers to delicately trace around the outline of that compelling, hidden, forbidden area of her body, I pressed my cheek to hers and said, "I love you." I know I meant "I love IT" but those were the words my cock seemed to want me to say to her right now. Cori's soft face seemed to instantly go wet against my cheek and suddenly she was kissing my ear and the side of my face and then, as my hand gently squeezed her covered pussy, I turned my mouth to hers and her trembling lips opened and our tongues resumed their sexy duet. I could feel her moving her crotch up at my hand now as I kissed her harder and I opened my eyes enough to see the tear tracks that had streaked across her reddened cheeks. Gosh, I said (in awe) to myself, I can actually play these people like a drum! Bolstered by the evidence of my newly found abilities (and curious as hell) I continued to lavish Cori's mouth with mine as I smoothed my hand up past her pubic jut and over her soft, cotton bikini panties until I came to the warm flesh of her flat stomach, under the heat of her skirt. Then I moved my fingertips back down the luxurious flesh of her concave belly until I came to the lacy, elastic band of her underpants. Without hesitation, I pushed my hand slowly down into them until I came to the delicate patch of soft-feeling hair at Cori's pussy. Cori moaned something into my mouth but, not understanding (or caring), I pushed my fingers further down, over the fleecy bump of her pubic mound, until I found the deep groove of her sexual opening. Her pussy lips were twin, fluffy pillows, lightly veiled with (what felt like) a soft covering of moistened hair. Pushing my fingertip between those lips, I discovered that Cori's groove was awash in wet, slippery juices. There was a delicate-feeling, textured bump at the apex of her slit and, as my fingertips touched and pushed against it, Cori lurched her pussy upwards, wrapped her hand around the back of my neck, and forced my face harder against hers, thrusting her candied tongue deep into my mouth. Sucking her tongue now, I flattened my finger against that structure in her gash and pushed against it, using the tip of that finger to probe downward to her hole. That opening, deep in the groove of her pussy, was even hotter and wetter than the slit itself. And, as I pressed my fingertip a ways into it, I knew that Cori was just as aroused and ready as I was. I pulled my hand from her panties and, grasping the thin, elastic waistband at her side, began to pull it down, over her rounded hip. Cori didn't say a word this time, but I felt her move her hand down to mine and grab my wrist to stop me. With more strength than she had, I continued to pull her panties down, feeling the smooth flesh of her hip against my thumb knuckle as I overcame her hand and continued to tug the slight material downward. Cori let go of my wrist but grasped the waistband of her panties, just above her crotch, holding them firmly in place and keeping me from pulling them any further. I opened my eyes and took my lips from hers, looking at her expression as her eyes fluttered open. Cori's sweet face looked strangely serious, and intoxicated with lust, but she seemed to summon some resolve, from somewhere, as she looked into my eyes and simply said, "No." "Cori," I pleaded, "come on. You want it. I want it." "No," she said again, louder, her blue eyes piercing at mine to convey, to me, that she meant what she was saying. "We've gone far enough, Richard. I can't let this go any further." "But you want to do it," I said. "I can tell." Cori closed her eyes and then opened them again. "Maybe so," she stated. "But I can't. You can't." "Why?" I asked. "Because I'm just a kid? Because I've never done it before? Please, Cori!" "No," she said firmly again, "I just can't... I..." "Please," I begged, "I want you!" And I tugged down on her panties some more but she still clutched the waistband tightly and held them firmly in place. Now, feeling dejected and frustrated, I let go of her panties and said, "Alright. I understand. I'm not going to force you, Cori. I know that you're a nice girl and I respect you and your wishes." Cori's face softened, at my words, and she took hold of my ear and pulled my face down to hers so she could kiss me again. It was more of a gentle smooch this time and seemed more like a kiss of thank-you. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and hugged her warm, thin body to me, feeling her breasts against my chest, as I pressed my cheek to her own and rocked her upper body, in a gentle, comforting sway with mine. That would have been it. That would have been the end. But, as I reached up to pull her long, stray hairs from my face, my nose caught a whiff of the most thrilling, exciting fragrance I had ever encountered in my life. And it was coming from the finger that had been exploring in Cori's, teenage pussy. Hugging her, to keep her occupied, I put that finger directly to my nose and deeply sniffed that stimulating odor from it. It was sharp and stinky and yet sweet and intoxicating at the same time. It smelled a bit fishy but contained some sort of essence that seemed to send a compelling, primitive message right to the very root of my cock, which bucked in response in my pants. Turning my head slightly, and looking down the couch again, I could see that Cori's skirt was bunched at her waist and that her white, cotton, bikini panties were still up, but slightly askew, around her curvy hips. Her legs were still widely apart and her rounded crotch, between them, beckoned to me. I started to kiss Cori again. Little, feathery kisses all over her neck and cheek and ear and back down to her neck again. She, for her part, lay silent and pliant as I kissed and held her to me. Slowly, still kissing and holding her, I rose up on my knees, next to the couch and, using one hand, pulled my warm-up pants and shorts down far enough to expose my ass and my aching cock. Free of its confines, it sprang out before me, rigid as a pipe and bobbing in anticipation. Now, still kissing her and moving as carefully as I could, I reached to the back of the couch, with my free hand, and used it to pull myself up until I was half-kneeling over her. Then, as I moved my mouth to hers and gently worked our lips and tongues back together, I slowly lay myself down on top of her, my legs between hers and my naked cock resting firmly between my own loins and against the soft, little bump at her crotch. I was nearly there, I told myself. Only a thin wisp of cloth separated my cock from the warm sheath of her feminine body. Even now my sensitized rod could feel the heat of her pussy, as it baked between the two of us, and I felt the smoothness of her inner thighs against my trembling hips. It felt so good, laying fully on top her. Our bodies seemed to fit so well together and she was so soft and delicate feeling under me. Kissing her with even greater lust now, I began to churn my cock against her crotch, rocking my body in a gentle, up-and-down motion over her. After a few moments, I felt Cori responding, moving her pussy slightly under me, as if she were trying to direct the sensitive spot, in her gash, against the rubbing of my stiff cock. As her kissing again became more wet and urgent, I realized that this was my moment, and I deftly lifted just my middle from her and, reaching between us, took hold of my cock and guided down to her crotch. Then, using my tool as a tool, I worked it into the legband of her panties, forcing the frilly material to the side until my sensitive dick-head registered that it had found the heat and the moisture of her feminine furrow. Cori hadn't seemed to notice all of that. But, as I guided my cockhead into the slippery cleft between the soft lips of her pussy, she suddenly twisted her mouth away from mine and said, "No, Richard. Please! Don't!" My cock was way too close to its prize to allow me to stop now. Feeling myself pressing into her hot, wet gash, I put my hands to her shoulders and forced my loins forward. "No," Cori said, breathlessly into my ear. "Don't, Richard! Please don't!" God, it felt so wonderful! But, as I pushed harder, it still wouldn't go into her. "No, Richard. Please!" She pleaded under me, as she lifted her smooth thigh up against my hip and I pushed in harder, my rigid cock almost bending. "Please. Ow! No. Not there, Richard! Lower! It's a little lower!" Hearing those words, I again reached between us and took hold of my shaft, guiding the sensitive tip of it down within her slit, against the lacy edge of her panty crotch, until I felt the indention of the slippery pocket of her vagina and my cockhead instinctively rooted inward. Lifting my face and closing my eyes, to gird myself for the rush of sensations, I pushed my loins forward and felt my cock sinking deliciously into Cori's hot, juicy pussy. It was more thrilling and sensual than I had even imagined it would be. The sensation of slick, warm tightness, around the head of my cock, was a hundred times better than anything I had ever felt in my hand. Looking down now, at Cori's anxious, wincing expression, I pushed my cock still further, noticing that I had come to some obstruction, within her, that felt like my cockhead had entered a thin, elastic ring of some sort. Feeling it stretch, I pushed inward some more and, as Cori gasped, I felt that restriction vanish and my cock sink further into her body. Arms shaking, I lay myself back down on her, running my hands up and down the curves of her body as I pushed my cock the rest of the way in, feeling the soft, panty-covered bump of her pubic bone press firmly against the base of my shaft. I was really inside of a girl! All the way in! And oh, it was heavenly! Unable to remain still, I pressed my cheek to Cori's warm face, smelling the sweet fragrance of her hair at my nose as I gathered my arms to her thin sides and slowly began to fuck her. Strong sexual sensations seemed to grip my entire body as I worked my cock, in and back, in her tight, hot little hole. I could hear Cori panting, grunting and sniffling loudly as I panted too and felt and sensed and fucked her, my cock deep within her body, my pubic bone rubbing against hers, her smooth thighs caressing my churning hips, our bodies rubbing together and her bare tits pressing firmly against my naked chest. It was ecstasy. It was sensory overload. It was too much for me! I wanted a long, first ride but I couldn't hold out. I tried to slow my pace but feeling Cori press her pussy up at me was all it took to cause the feelings of orgasm to gather, all over my body, and head straight for my fucking cock. In a sudden blur of primal sensation, I thrust my burning rod deeply up into her and let myself go. My head snapped back and I think I screamed out as I started to climax, feeling my cock swell and shoot its first stream of sperm far up into Cori's pussy. Oh, how fantastic that felt! And then, fucking and climaxing hard, I ejaculated a second stream of cum into her, and then another and another, actually able to feel my little pee-hole open each time the pressurized semen shot out of it. It was definitely the best orgasm of my young life. Maybe my best orgasm ever. When it was over, I lay my head back down at the side of Cori's wet cheek, aware now that her body was shaking beneath me, in the throws of some kind of soundless fit. Lifting my head and looking down, I expected to see the rosy glow of satisfaction on her pretty face. But Cori's face was a wet mask of grief and she was crying, under me, as if something awful had happened to her. "Cori," I said. "What's wrong? What's the matter?" Her tearing blue eyes opened and with her lips wet and her chin dimpled and trembling she whimpered, "Don't you KNOW? Don't you have any idea what you've DONE?" Bewildered, I shook my head. "No. What did I do?" "I was a virgin, Richard. I had never done it before. Don't you understand? You've taken my virginity and I can never get it back." I shrugged. "So? So what's the big deal with that? It had to go sometime. Who's going to know?" "I'll know," she cried, wiping her face with her hand. "And my husband will know, if I find one." "Well," I said, trying to calm her, "nobody else has to know." "Why did you DO that?" she gushed loudly and sorrowfully. "Why did I let you? Why didn't you stop when I told you to?" "I couldn't." I said calmly. "It felt too good." "God, Richard! If my father found out, he'd KILL me! He'd kill YOU!" That thought caused my cock, still deep in Cori's pussy, to begin to shrivel. "I won't tell him if you won't," I stated. "So how's he going to find out?" Cori's wet eyes suddenly went wide in fright. "Merciful Mary," she gasped in breathless fear, "Richard, did you come inside me?" "Well... yes." "Oh God!" She put her hand to her mouth now and her eyes went even wider, as if they were seeing some horrible vision. "If you get me pregnant..." "Oh," I said, trying to calm her down, "don't worry about that. I can't get you pregnant. I'm not old enough to do that." "You mean, when you do it, nothing comes out of you?" "Uh... yeah," I said. "That's right. Nothing comes out. Don't worry about it." Now Cori began to wriggle under me, pressing her hands to my chest as she said, "Get off of me. Let me up. I've got to go to the bathroom!" Flustered, I withdrew my shrunken cock from her pussy and backed to my knees as Cori swung her legs to the floor and stood up. Her clothes were all disheveled and wrinkled, as she looked down at herself, and I could see her breasts, in her open shirt, as she broke down and started crying again. Before I could say anything, she ran for the bathroom. Women! Why do they take things so seriously? Looking down at my cock, I could see that it was drooping now but still shiny with Cori's sex juices on it. It smelled like heated girl in the room and I decided to just pull up my drawers and leave her secretions on it, a souvenir of the evenings activities (until the time came that I was forced to wash it off). Reaching for my Pistons jersey, I walked down the hall to the bathroom. I could hear Cori loudly crying in there. I'd had enough of her whining and tears so I walked into my room and fell on the bed. When I woke up it was morning and the room was full of light. I rolled over and grabbed my dick, thinking about what I had done last night and wondering if it had really happened. I pulled out the front of my pants and looked down. My flaccid cock looked filmy with Cori's dried fluids on it. I reached down and grasped it and then brought my hand to my nose. It still smelled like Cori's pussy! I smiled and then got up and walked to the kitchen. Mom was there, drinking coffee and looking at the Women's section of the Free Press. "Where's Cori?" I asked. "Your father took her home," she said. "How was your evening with her?" "Great," I said, opening the refrigerator and reaching for the milk, "she was fantastic." "See?" Mom said. "I knew you'd have a good time if you gave her a chance. She's such a sweet, lovely girl." Three months later, when I came home from playing basketball with the guys, Mom was on the phone, in the livingroom, as Dad sat at the kitchen table, finishing his dinner. She looked upset, as she listened to the phone, and we could hear her in the kitchen as she said, "Alright, Sophie. Please stop crying. It will be alright. I'll be there for you. Don't be upset, honey. Take that pill, the doctor gave you, and go to bed. Alright. Goodbye." I could hear her hanging up the receiver as I sat down at the table. When she came into the kitchen, her eyes were wet and her face was ashen. Dad asked, "How is she?" "She's in a bad state, Harry. How would you expect her to be after all this?" "What's wrong with Aunt Sophie?" I asked. Mom seemed to collapse heavily into her chair and she put her hand to her head and said, "It's Uncle Stosh, Richard. He's gone." "Gone? What do you mean? Where did he go?" Mom looked at me now and reached over and grasped my hand. "Cori got really sick at school today," she said. "She went white as a ghost and started to hemorrhage and they had to take her to the hospital. When your Aunt Sophie and Uncle Stosh got there, the doctor told them that Cori had a miscarriage and that she would be alright after a day or so. She hadn't told anyone that she was pregnant and Uncle Stosh got really angry and demanded to see her so that he could find out the name of the boy that did this to her." I swallowed hard. "Did he?" I asked, fearing the answer. "No. He got so angry, and turned so red, that Aunt Sophie made him sit down while she went to get him some water. When she got back, he was dead, right there in the hospital. He had another heart attack, apparently." I was stunned. Uncle Stosh was dead and Cori was in the hospital and it was kind of my fault, I guess. I felt really bad. But what's done is done and what could I do about it? I couldn't bring Uncle Stosh back and he had a bad ticker anyway. And Cori was going to be alright, wasn't she? I didn't go to the funeral. I pretended to be sick. I didn't want to see Cori and face whatever accusations she might throw at me in front of everyone. I really paced the floor, until Mom and Dad came home. But, when they said nothing, I reasoned that Cori hadn't said anything either. A few of years later, I heard from Mom that Cori had eloped with a sausage salesman and then later that they'd moved to Ohio. I hope I grew up a little in the years since that time. I did spend a stretch in the Marines (after high school) and, after getting out, I got a job selling real estate. I met Kathy (my wife) and I settled down and we had a daughter. I thought about Cori, from time to time, remembering what we did and wondering how she was doing and whether she was happy. Mom mentioned once that Cori had three children now. Last year, Gordy got married and my family was invited to the wedding. I worked that day but, curious about Cori, I went to the reception with Kathy. I looked for Cori and she was there. I could see her across the room, dancing the polka with a stocky, balding man with a moustache who (I assumed) was her husband. I know that she saw me but she never came over to say hello. She still had that pretty face but she must have weighed 180 pounds! She'd looked so good, back when I'd had her. I guess the rest of her body had just caught up with her chest. --------------------------------------------------------------- Dear Reader, You've just read 10,759 words that I pecked into my computer. I receive no money for these stories. 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