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I didn't write the following story. I have proofread it and I'm posting
it here with permission by the author.
The author is weedrow wilson <weedrowwilson@webtv.net>.
Please let him know if you enjoyed the story.


Subject: Renee (1st,mm/f,) 1st story
From: weedrowwilson@webtv.net (Sub Dude)
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I guess you could say I'd always known Renee. I mean when someone
is in your kindergarten class that must qualify as always. I never
really noticed her even though she lived just around the corner maybe
three houses away. Part of it had to do with the fact that she was the
shy quiet type, and I was, am, and I guess will always be the typical
Alpha Male. The other part of it was the fact that we were only 12 years
old.

Now, at 12 I knew a bit about sex. That year my 6th grade teacher and
the school gifted students coordinator had sent my test scores off to
Mensa and I was admitted. There was also a grade equivalency attached to
the results which stated that essentially there was nothing left to
teach me in the remaining 6 years of high school since I already tested
out at, or above the level of a graduating senior. I offer this
information not to brag, but to explain why my actions and understanding
of the psychology of situations might seem unusually mature.


Before I get on to Renee, if you'll pardon the pun, I should in the
interest of full disclosure and complete accuracy describe my first
brushes with sex and sexuality before describing my "first time".

My first overt sexual action happened when I was six. I found some
magazines in my grandfathers barn on his northern Minnesota farm. I knew
that they showed naked women but I didn't understand that they were very
graphic magazines he had acquired in Mexico showing women using large
foreign objects on themselves. All I knew was that they would probably
be very popular at school. So I smuggled them home under the back seat
of the car on the 2 hour drive home to the suburbs of northern
Minneapolis.

I brought them to school the next day and showed them around in the
bathroom before class. The bell rang and everyone started to leave
except one 6th grader who was absolutely paralyzed with fascination. I
tried to talk him into leaving or giving the magazine back but as a 1st
grader I didn't have a chance. The fuckin' idiot just stood there
looking at the magazine for 20 minutes until the teacher came looking
for him and confiscated it. It only took about 15 more minutes to track
its origin back to me.

I began to understand how freaky the magazines were when I saw the look
of horror on the face on my female teacher. I had never seen an adult so
shocked and I guess her intensity must have registered on my face
because when she turned back to me there was no more anger, she just
calmed me down and got my story, then sent me back to class. I expect
that she called my parents but I don't know since no one ever brought it
up again. I guess no one wanted to talk about old gramps being a bit of a
freak.


The second incident occurred about 2 years later when one of my mothers'
friends came over "for coffee" as the housewives called it, but in truth
they just got together to gossip and bullshit. As usual she brought her
daughter Nikki who was a year younger than me. On this day she was
wearing a dress and when we were sent outside to play I decided to
attempt the legendary "let me teach you how to do a handstand" ploy. I
don't know what I was expecting to get out of it, but to be honest I
never expected it to work. When it did however and her little yellow
skirt fell over her head and I saw those little matching panties I was
frozen as solid as the idiot with the magazine.

My hands were locked around her ankles holding her upside down and she
began to try to kick and get down but I just couldn't let go. I was
fascinated by her panties without knowing why. Eventually she got down
and ran inside and told her mother. My mom was embarrassed as hell but
Nikki's mother was fuming, I mean completely pissed. I hadn't figured on
that strong a reaction so it made an extremely deep impression on me. I
learned that mothers freak out when you try to see their daughters
goodies. Nikki's mom never brought her over again, as a matter of fact,
her mom never came over to our house again either, my mom always had to
go over there. And leave me at home of course. As a side note, I must
have made an equally strong impression on her too because years later
when there was a spate of garage burglaries in the neighborhood I heard
from other neighbors that she had made the rounds of those affected
trying to convince them that I must be the guilty party. I wasn't of
course, but the only reason I can figure for her to be so convinced is
that she too must remember that day in the back yard.


The third and final pre-coital incident of my youth occurred when I was
10. It also took place with one of the children of my parents' friends.
This time it was an older boy however. His name was Greg and he was 14.
He was a fucking geek. I mean in retrospect what kind of retarded 14
year old wants to hang out with little kids. But he was that type of
guy. Hanging out with little kids and playing GI Joes. Anyway, he had an
older brother who was 19 and had a large playboy collection. Greg had
stolen several and one day he offered to "give" me one if I would give
him a "blowjob". Luckily in his mind this meant putting my mouth against
his crotch through his jeans and blowing my hot breath on it. Strange in
retrospect, but what did I know, I was 10.

So, I got the playboy home and kept it for about a week. Sneaking
downstairs to stare at it a couple of times a day. Finally my mother
caught me and though I never told her how I got it, which I'm sure would
have really freaked her out, I was still met by the same look of horror
I had seen on my 1st grade teacher and Nikki's mother. By this time the
knowledge was deep set. Adults lose their minds when they catch kids
experimenting with sex. This was firmly imprinted on my brain and would
prove to be the primary factor in convincing me to act when I discovered
that this "law" was not universally enforced.


Now we come to Renee. As I stated before I had never really noticed her,
that is until her 12th birthday party, 2 weeks before the end of our 6th
grade school year. Renee's situation was unusual in our neighborhood in
that her mom was single and worked as a cocktail waitress at the local
pick-up bar. As it turned out, her mom, even though we were only 12, had
been not so subtly suggesting that she "find a boyfriend". She
encouraged this first by the party. At this age most of the parties
parents threw for kids were usually same sex and the parents never let
the kids out of their sight, hovering over them like vultures.

Renee's mom Linda however insisted that she invite the neighborhood boys
and the children of some of the parents she knew from the bar.
After the cake and a couple of games the kids were all herded into the
basement so the parents could sit upstairs and drink and bullshit.
Before closing the door to the basement Linda said slyly and with a grin
that she didn't want any hanky-panky going on. I was shocked because it
seemed to imply that she did in fact want that and wouldn't be too angry
if it did. This was the total opposite of the vibes I had picked up from
adults in my previous experiences and sure caught my attention.

One kid at the party was named Larry Boreen. He had always been the most
sexually aggressive kid in our grade. He had a big group of flunkies who
he would order to pull up girls' skirts and stuff. A couple of his
friends were also at the party and after about 10 minutes of weirdness,
that typical junior high dance thing with the girls on one side of the
room and the boys on the other, Larry sent one of his goons to the top of
the stairs to shut off the light.

Suddenly the basement was pitch dark and Larry and two of his friends
rushed across the room and began to tickle and feel up Renee and another
girl, her friend Julie. They immediately began a high pitched squealing
while the rest of the kids in the room sat there sort of shocked, what
with a bunch of adults right upstairs. After 30 seconds or so Linda
appeared at the top of the stairs and turned on the light. I waited for
the shit to hit the fan. I expected Renee to run to her mom and bust
Larry and his friends. It didn't happen. Renee just sat there looking
embarrassed, her face flushed with red. 

Her mom asked what was going on and Renee immediately replied "Nothing".
Her mom left and the same thing happened again. By this time I wanted in
on the action, but the situation didn't seem to allow it. Only Renee and
Julie continued to sit on the couch where the "assault" happened. It
seemed that staying on the couch was a sort of signal that it was ok.
There were too many guys for only 2 girls but my mind was already
spinning with the possibilities this new information could lead to.

After the third time she was drawn to the top of the stairs, Linda had
had enough. She called us all out of the basement and sent us out to
play in the back yard. The "damage", if you will though, had already
been done. I had OFFICIALLY noticed Renee. My initial feeling was of
jealousy. I was pissed that Larry had gotten a feel and I hadn't. I
realized however, that with Larry living across town and school about to
let out that she wouldn't see him again for 3 months and during that
time I decided that I would take my shot at "getting to know her a
little better".


Renee (Part Two)

At this point maybe I should give you a complete description of Renee,
especially since this is also the point when I began to notice. As I've
said earlier she was small and shy. These were her most obvious
characteristics. She had chestnut brown hair in a short schoolgirl type
cut and brown eyes. At our age some of the girls had grown well past the
boys in height and had begun to develop noticeable breasts. Renee was a
little under average height and her breasts were only just beginning to
show. 

I took notice of this on the bus during the week after the party. I
started to sneak looks at her on the way to and from school. One day she
wore a light T-shirt since it was late May and beginning to get warm
out. I was sitting to the side of her and I noticed the swelling of her
breasts. They seemed larger set against her tiny frame. It was a very
undercover type deal. I had seen enough movies to know that girls are
worried about what other people think and about their reputations and
stuff so I decided right off the bat that I didn't want anyone else to
know about what I was up to. 


The last week of school I put my plan into action. I took one friend,
Tim, who was also at Renee's party and was a year younger than us, and we
went around the block Monday morning and waited for the bus at Renee's
stop. It was a little weird and a little blatant but it was all part of
the plan. We didn't talk to her or anything since there were other
people around, but you could tell our presence made a stir. As I've
said, I'm the Alpha type. Not only was I smart I was also the toughest
kid in my grade. Since I was in 6th grade that made me the toughest kid
in the school and most certainly the toughest kid at the busstop. So I
sort of took it over, organizing games and basically establishing my
dominance over everyone before the bus came.

The idea was to sort of show her how cool I was. I found out later that
she had already been whipped on me for over a year. In 5th grade we both
had the same homeroom teacher which meant we spent most of the day in
the same classroom. The entire year of physical education in 5th grade
revolved around a series of tournaments between teams made up of all
three classes in the grade, three teams of 8 from each class. What
seemed unlucky for me at the time, Renee ending up on my team, turned
out to be very lucky indeed a year later. Renee was a terrible athlete.
Like many girls, especially at this time, ('81) she had no confidence in
her physical abilities. Often she wouldn't even try, in the feeling that
not trying wasn't as bad as trying and failing. This drove me nuts.

To minimize the damage she could do to the team I ALWAYS placed myself
right next to her so that I could cover her ineptitude if necessary.
I also was constantly reassuring her and encouraging her to try. Whenever
she did something right I praised her. To me it was no big deal. It was
just effective, I wanted to win. Some people I yelled at, some I
coddled, whatever worked. We did win the championship by taking 4 of the
7 tournaments and I didn't give it or her another thought. I found out
later that Renee did think about it, a lot. She had developed a major
crush on me.


So anyway, the day after school let out I talked to Tim. I told him that
I had scoped out the situation. Renee's mom left at 6 at night for work.
I knew that she was a waitress and that the bars closed at 2. Her dad
had moved out the year before, at the same time I was giving her a lot
of attention, and had taken her little brother to live with him so I
knew that she was alone in the house all night. I also knew that Julie,
who by the way was sort of fat and not nearly as attractive, had to be
in the house by 9:30 at night in the summer. They would be together
until then so I decided to wait until 10:30 before making our
appearance. I wanted her to have time to begin to feel alone, maybe even
lonely.

At 10:30 Tim and I walked up to her door. I told him to follow my lead.
To be VERY nice. Kiss her ass. Butter her up. If he freaked her out or
got rough or pissed her off I would kill him. We were going to take it
as far as we could. When I heard her tell her mother that nothing had
gone on after she had been felt up, she had become mine. My personal
goddamn property. When she said nothing happened, in a way, she had
protected those guys. No one and nothing was going to stand in the way of
my receiving that same protection, of my being accepted by her in that
way. I NEEDED her to accept my attentions.

I knocked on the door and Renee answered wearing jeans and a T-shirt.
She seemed a little surprised. I told her we snuck out and were  walking
around and saw a light on. I asked if we could come in to watch a little
cable. I said that there was a movie on HBO we wanted to watch. I knew I
was in for a good night when she said yes.  Renee led us to the living
room and sat on the couch and I sat next to her. Tim sat on the floor.
She turned the tv to HBO and we began to watch a movie called "Over the
Edge" about juvenile delinquents starring Matt Dillon. I kept glancing
at Renee out of the corner of my eye and she began to notice. Neither of
us said anything and after a few more minutes I reached over and tickled
her. 

She giggled and pushed my hand away but she also stuck her leg out,
pushing it against my chest. Even after I sat back she kept it on me,
bringing the other leg up onto the couch and stretching out full length
keeping both legs in contact with me and playfully trying to keep me
away. We had now begun to establish real physical contact for the first
time and my hormones were beginning to boil. Tim had now turned his back
to the tv and was staring at us.
Competitor that I am, I was not going to let Renee win this thing so I
grabbed her legs and held them down, then sat on them, pinning her on the
couch. She tried to push me off as I began to resume my tickling.

Her face began to flush like I had noticed before. She was telling me to
stop but in a playful, not serious or angry way. Then I began to tickle
higher up her chest finally with both hands giving her tiny breasts a
little squeeze. At this point my body was blocking Tim's view, and when
our eyes meet she seemed a little stunned but she didn't say a word. I
took this as yet another sign that she was ok with this. I took the
plunge. With both hands on her tits I leaned over her and pressed my chest
over hers, placing my mouth on hers and giving her a long kiss. My
first, and as I found out later her first too. We kissed for minutes, my
hands beginning to get to know her breasts.

They were small but then so were my hands. I supported their weight from
the bottom, hefting them in my palms, both thumbs rubbing circles over
the hard points of her nipples. Our tongues danced, both exploring,
figuring it out as we went along. After a couple of minutes of this Tim
was on his knees hovering over us, obviously feeling very left out. At
this point I stopped kissing her and gently pulled her off the couch and
onto the floor. She didn't protest much, but as she lay back I reached
for the hem of her shirt. She started to panic a little and grabbed my
hand to keep me from pulling it up but I just kept talking softly,
saying "Come on.. Please", "I just want to look" and other things.

Finally I just sort of pulled up harder than she was pulling down. She
was still saying no, no, but as they say, her eyes were saying yes, yes.
She could have stopped me at any time by threatening to tell her mom or
saying no like she meant it, but I guess she was going through the
motions of what she thought a "good girl" would do. 

As her shirt rose up her chest I was treated to my first glimpse of live
titties, in the flesh so to speak. They were small as I've said before
and dominated by large puffy nipples which were rock hard and pointed
off her chest more than an inch. The flush of her face I found out
continued down her neck and nearly to her now exposed breasts. I tossed
her shirt aside and lowered my mouth to her right breast. I sucked her
large nipple into my mouth and made slow circles over it. Tim now
scrambled around to the other side and took her left tit into his
mouth. Renee had given up fighting at this point and laid her head back,
closing her eyes.

Tim and I were completely focused on our respective breasts. Each of us
getting our first tastes both literally and figuratively of second base.
For more than 10 minutes no one said a word. Just the sound of slurping
and sucking. Renee brought her hands up to rest on our heads, running
her fingers through our hair, her eyes still closed and head laid back.
Now while staying active with my mouth I moved my right hand down her
body placing it over her pussy and squeezing it gently through her
jeans. She tensed a little but made no move or sound to stop me. After a
minute of rubbing, her legs relaxed and opened even wider to give me
better access.

She seemed to be warming up very well so I decided to attempt the next
step. Getting her damn pants off. I took my mouth from her breast and
started to kiss her deeply again. She placed her hands on my head and
pulled my face tightly to hers. While kissing I moved my hand up
slightly until I reached the button at the top of her jeans. Now she
really tensed up. Her hands left my head and reached down to grab mine.
"No don't", she said, for the first time sounding as if she meant it. I
kissed her again. 
"Please, come on, I promise I'll be nice, we can stop anytime you want".
She shook her head but I opened the snap anyway, stopping her protest by
kissing her long and deep again. While kissing her I gently placed my
hand into her jeans and against her panties, just cupping her and
rubbing softly with the heel of my hand.

Her pussy was hot in my hand, the heat growing with each moment. I was
overcome, I had to go for it. I sat back and turned to her legs, Tim
still with her little tit in his mouth and sort of holding her down with
the pressure. I took hold of her shoes and removed them one after the
other. She was saying "No don't" again, also with more emphasis but
still well short of angry or totally serious. I didn't respond this time
or even meet her eyes, just reached up and began to pull her pants off,
pulling them down and off even as her hands struggled to keep them on.

As they came off I saw that she was wearing little cotton panties with
yellow and orange flowers on them. Marigolds? I can still picture those
flowers today. My first panties, the first of what would prove to be
many, but memorable because they were the first. They were tight on her,
like a bathing suit but much lighter and more sheer. Showing a great
deal more detail. I could see the outline of her beautiful pussy, and I
do mean BEAUTIFUL!!! It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in
my life. I knew then that her pussy and I would become great friends. I
gazed upon it lovingly.


Renee froze up. She pulled her legs together under her and sat up,
crossing her hands over her chest. Looking up into my face and shaking
her head no. I stood up and said "It's ok we won't do anything you don't
want to do, look we'll get into our underwear too."  Strangely 
this seemed to calm her down a bit. I guess as kids to be the only one
in their underwear felt strange but if everyone was it was no big deal.
Tim and I both stood and stripped off our shirts and jeans. Our little
dicks poking tents into the front of our tighty whiteys. We both again
knelt beside her and began to gently push her back down to her back,
resuming our respective places stimulating her warm shaking body.

I knew that I wasn't home free yet. I turned my attention to Renee, the
person attached to my new best friend. I stepped up the attack, adding a
little diverse stimulation, alternately kissing her and her breasts,
lightly pinching her erect nipples when they weren't in my mouth. My
hand now came for the first time into direct contact with a steaming
snatch. I extended my middle finger and slid it down the wet crease
between her swollen lips, finding the little hole at the bottom and
caressing softly over the top and up again, finding a little bud at the
top which caused her to jump a little when I touched it. I kept all of
this up for a while.

Tim was still where he was when he began. His mouth locked on her left
tit. It hadn't left it. He hadn't said a word since I first touched her
breast. He was eleven and he had a hold of the breast of a nearly naked
twelve year old. He was fuckin elated. He was just trying not to piss
anyone off. She hadn't tried to stop him from  sucking on it so he
stayed with that.

I, on the other hand, had been consciously moving the encounter
forward. I had a plan I had been putting into effect for more than two
weeks. I had seen enough movies, "Pretty Babies" I think was one with
Matt Dillon in it also. Him and Kristy McNicole and Tatum O'Neill. I
knew it was a race. Try to get sex as early and as often as possible. I
was the obnoxious kid waving his arm because I knew all the answers, the
kid who was faster and more aggressive than the other kids at sports.
This was another step in keeping ahead of the pack and filling my huge
appetite for knowledge.

Two minutes of soft fingering had brought Renee to a VERY relaxed state.
Her body lay limp. Her eyes were closed and her face was relaxed, her
color seemed to have almost returned to normal. Watching her face with a
nipple in my mouth I could see she was past fighting. She seemed to be
really enjoying this. The stories in Penthouse Forum weren't lying. They
had set out the game plan. I knew that kissing was first and then you
touched the breasts. R-Rated movies showed this, but they left off
there. Forum filled in the blanks, telling what to do with the breasts,
saying that the next step was to finger the pussy, supposedly this would
get her hot. It did. The next step was always to eat the pussy.

I left her breast and moved back down her body. I hooked my fingers in
the top of those little panties and began to pull them down. Her legs
jerked a little in reaction but then fell down and relaxed. She lifted
her hips a bit to help me ease them off. They were completely soaked by
this time and there was no denying the fact that she was turned on. As I
removed them I saw another in a long night of firsts.    

Her pussy which had looked so nice through the panties and felt so
welcoming and warm to my hand kind of scared me. There was much less
hair than on the girls in magazines but I didn't have much hair either.
No, what really looked strange to me was its coloring. It was absolutely
ENGORGED with blood. It looked like it hurt. She didn't seem to be in
pain though so I decided it must be normal and dove in. I mean almost
literally.


This was what I had been looking for. I didn't expect her to let me fuck
her but I had hoped she would let me eat her pussy. Like I said I was
pretty smart for my age. I looked at this like I was getting the
opportunity to learn how to drive a car. The chance to learn a skill
which would come in handy for the rest of my life. I wasn't looking to
get anything out of this for myself other than the chance to get up
close and personal with a real live pussy. I knew even then that if I
learned how to tame it I could put this knowledge to use over and over
again for the rest of my life.

I buried my face between her thighs, which immediately locked around my
head. She also let out her first moan. A drawn out "Ohhhh". I grabbed
her under her ass with both hands and pulled her even tighter against
me. My tongue found her hole at the bottom while the bridge of my nose
rubbed against the bud at the top. I lapped enthusiastically, tasting
her juice. It was strange but exciting. She began to respond fiercely
both hands now pressing on the back of my head. Tim by now felt free to
begin playing with and sucking on both of her breasts. 


Suddenly Renee nearly snapped my neck. She moaned loudly "Uhhh Uhhh Uhh"
and began to convulse. Forum had told me about this, she came. She
collapsed and lay limp, spent. This however only made Tim and me more
bold. With her relaxed like this we had unrestricted access to her body.
We could pull back a little and attack with more precision and less
overwhelming force. We kept up the action and after only a minute or so
she was ready for more, gripping my head tightly between her thighs and
now moving Tim's head back and forth over her breasts at her whim, and
now that I notice not allowing Tim to try to kiss her.

I rode that pussy for over an hour and a half, trying dozens of
variations of technique, reading her beautiful box like it was my
favorite book. I learned to read its reactions, judge its various
moods and stages. I almost forgot there was a person attached, I was so
fascinated by it. Renee seemed to be having similar feelings. Her eyes
stayed shut and she seemed like she was in some kind of a trance. No one
had spoken for over an hour, the only sounds the ever more vocal moans
leaving Renee's lips as orgasm rolled over orgasm. I counted 12 as I
knew that the number of orgasms the girl had was a direct comment on the
performance of the male.

By now my jaw was getting sore and Renee was like a rag doll. After her
12th O I stopped and moved up her body. Her head came up and her eyes
opened for the first time in a long while. She looked exhausted as her
face came for mine, a look I was later able to identify as that of
totally blissed out love. We kissed passionately, she tasting her own
juices, unashamed, from my mouth. I backed off and reached down pulling
my briefs to my knees. Renee's eyes locked onto it as my little pecker
hit the air. They stayed there as I lifted my knees and took them off. I
sat down on my ass and reached for her. I put my arms around her and
pulled her toward me. She slid forward still watching my cock as she
inched her pussy toward it.

It was pointed almost straight up so as she slipped her legs over the
top of mine and sat tightly in my lap facing me. My dick was pressed
firmly between our bodies rubbing up and down the slit of her pussy the
way my finger and tongue had before. The feeling was fantastic. My dick
had been rock hard the whole night but it hadn't been touched, even by
me. Now here I was rubbing it all over the very wet and hot pussy of a
hot young girl. I was at the edge of 4th base, almost a home run. It was
more than I ever expected. For Renee though it seemed to be a little
less than she was willing to offer. Because suddenly she reached down
and took my dick in her hand. Leaning back she bent it down and aimed it
at that little hole I had been paying so much attention to. Apparently
it was still hungry.

Renee I found out later had had her first orgasms that night and enjoyed
them A LOT! She too knew that there was one step left to accomplish. She
knew that fucking was supposed to be the ultimate thing to do and she
figured that if there was ANYTHING out there that felt as good as what
she had felt earlier she was going to damn well find it.

When little Johnny slid in he knew he was home. It became quite clear
what people were talking about and what those movies kept suggesting but
never showed. This is what all the fuss was about. You know what? They
were right. All those kissing scenes and sly references were leading
somewhere. Here. The tight slick wetness of her body gripped my cock. It
felt so perfect, so right. But just past the entrance there was
something blocking further access. Again, thank you Forum, this was
obviously her "cherry". I knew from the stories that this would hurt
her, but I sure didn't want to stop either. I gripped her waist more
tightly and I was prepared to stab into her when she pulled back hard.
She wasn't joking this time, she was serious.

I knew that this was an extremely delicate juncture and I didn't want to
spook her but as I've said I didn't want it to stop either. I must have
looked crushed because she kissed me again and then leaning over
whispered in my ear "When Tim leaves then we can take a bath together
and try it in there" then kissed me again and sat back glancing toward
Tim who had watched raptly as I put my dick in her, and then back into
my eyes. I immediately turned to Tim and said "Get dressed and get out".
I mean he was one of my best friends, but damn, there was no way he was
getting in the way of this. He started to complain but I gave him a look
which must be hardwired into the brain of every male of every species on
the planet.

This is the look that one stallion gives to another or one bull elephant
to another or one bighorn sheep gives to another before he begins trying
to bash the others' brain out. It's a look that says "If I have to kill
you to get to that pussy I will." It took a second but then Tim
understood it. Renee had chosen and that's the way it was unless he
wanted to make something of it. That wasn't going to happen so he stood
up and after dressing quietly left in a pout. I didn't fucking care one
bit. Renee and I just looked at each other, then got up and walked naked
hand in hand back toward the bathroom.

After entering the bathroom she closed the door behind us, then went
over to the bathtub and began running the water. She reached onto a
shelf and took a bottle and turned it over under the spout. In seconds a
perfume filled the quickly steaming room and the bath began to fill with
fragrant green bubbles. We stood silently and kissed a while as the bath
filled. Then I got onto my knees on the soft bathrug and pulled her
toward me again. Again licking her but also kissing around the insides
of her thighs. Soon her legs began to weaken and she leaned heavily
against me. I stood and picked her up and stepped over the edge of the
tub, slowly lowering us both into the soapy water.

We sat for a long time like we had before. Kissing and enjoying the
feeling of our chests and other parts rubbing against each other,
enhanced by the slickness provided by the bubble bath and enjoying
considerable freedom of movement due to the large tub and our small bodies.
The sweat from our bodies coaxed out by our exertions and the hot water
tasted sharp on our tongues as we took turns licking and sucking on
shoulders and necks and nipples. My hands slid effortlessly over her
whole body, not an inch escaped my attention. Her tiny ass, her thighs
so thin but so surprisingly strong as they lock around my waist. Each
detail committed to memory. The taper of her waist, the feel of my
fingers gliding over her ribs as they traveled yet again back to her
breasts. 

Eventually after another long kiss she hooked her left hand around my
neck and leaning back reached down once again for my straining dick.
Her right hand briefly cupped and caressed my balls then took my cock at
the bottom of the shaft and aimed it back toward where it wanted to be,
her sweet warmth. It slipped back in like it had never left and never
wanted to leave again. This time though she kept her hand on it and 
slowly moved herself onto it. I was willing to let her take it at her
own speed. It slid deeper until it was again perched at her cherry. Here
she hesitated. She wanted to do it but couldn't make herself. She would
bump me against it a little harder each time, but never with enough
force to punch me through. Finally on about her 7th attempt I decided to
help.

As she moved forward again for another attempt I suddenly pushed
forward while pulling down on her hips. It worked. She squealed and
tried to pull off me but I held her tight and kissed her deep. We stayed
there for a minute while she recovered and I attempted to come to grips
with what I was feeling. I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to ram my dick
into her over and over again, but the small part of my brain which
retained thought independent of that which originated in my penis told
me that this was the most important moment of the night if I wanted to
be able to repeat this. So I didn't move, I just sat there enjoying her
tightness.  

After a while she began to move on her own. Experimentally, she rose up
and down on my lap, feeling us slide together and apart then together
again. She developed a rhythm of her own and then let go of my dick and
began to massage herself with her right hand, then leaned back holding
herself up with her left arm around the back of my neck and my hands
supporting her at the waist. The water began to splash as her movements
grew more frenzied, now she put both hands around my neck and began
pounding violently against me. I watched from up close as her head rolled
back and she convulsed, shaking and gripping me tightly as her orgasm
subsided.

Eventually her eyes opened again, and a little worriedly, feeling my cock
still inside of her, she asked "Did you come in me?". We were both worried
about pregnancy but had managed not to think of it. At this point I had
to explain to her as I guess I have to explain to you the reader. You
remember I was only 12 and this was my first time with a chick.
I had NEVER cum. I had never really tried.

She asked if I wanted to try. I said "Sure, maybe you could suck on it".
She hesitated, then I guess thought of what I had done for her and said,
"Promise you won't tell anyone, even Tim". And so I learned a valuable
lesson. If I could keep my mouth shut I could get all kinds of favors
I wouldn't get if the girl thought someone else might find out.
This would later turn into my greatest advantage, the fact that I could
keep my mouth shut. I earned lots of return engagements because no one
ever found out about the first. The sex was guilt free because only
we knew about it.

So I sat up on the edge of the tub and she haltingly brought her mouth
onto my cock then closed it and began to suck at it awkwardly. I put my
hands on her head and held it still, moving it slowly in and out.
Allowing her to focus on just the head for a while. She kept at it like
a trooper for 10 minutes or so and while I felt a strange feeling in my
groin and my balls felt like they would burst nothing happened.

I pulled her up and thanked her for trying and convinced her it was no
big deal, that I just wanted to be with her. It didn't matter if I came
or not. We dried off and went down to her bedroom. It was almost time
for her mother to get home. We lay in her room in the dark and I went
back to work. She came a couple more times, I had lost count by this
point, then we just lay together and kissed and fondled. I left around
dawn, I crawled out her basement window and arrived home and went to bed
triumphant. I had gotten my first piece of pussy. Whether I had come of
not was irrelevant, I had broken my first cherry and planted my dick to
the hilt in a hot willing chick. I knew I was on my way and it wouldn't
be the last.

Now for the sticklers among you I should add, I came about 3 weeks
later. In Renee's mouth as a matter of fact. I had been over at her house
every night her mother worked and had eaten Renee to another 50 orgasms
in that time. We sort of mutually agreed that in exchange for my doing
what she liked, my pleasuring her orally to multiple orgasms, we would
afterward do what I liked, namely fucking and getting blown. We were
both surprised the first time I came. It was the same building sensation
and tightness in the balls, but accompanied by another absolutely
overwhelming feeling. Suddenly grabbing her head tightly I pushed my
dick all of the way into her mouth and held her there as I began to
hunch forward and spurted my cum into her shocked mouth. 

I apologized afterwards and she was a little shaken but I convinced her
I was sorry and talked her into trying again. I didn't reach climax
again that night but I resolved firmly to keep trying. The next
day I began shoplifting. A lot. I needed condoms and no one was going to
sell them to me, hell we were fucking so much after that that I could
have never afforded the amount of condoms I used. I learned to hit big
busy pharmacies just after 5 pm and always stole the large boxes to give
myself a little cushion.

I have to be honest, though I still took care of Renee first, after I
could come myself I didn't put in as much time downstairs, but by now
Renee was hooked and she became a constant secret partner until she
moved away two years later. And even though she found out later that I
was seeing other girls she never complained or was jealous. Every time I
came to her window at night she let me in gladly and without question.
She was a cool chick and taught me a lot and gave me a lot of confidence
which soon came in handy.


       weedrow wilson


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