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Childhood Story: Anya
by Y.G.Hen (yodgimelhen-1@hotmail.com)
***
This is the continuing story about my younger years and the sex I
was lucky enough to have at an early age. (Fb, ped, inc, nc, preg)
***
When Rosa left me, Anya was very sympathetic. The romance must
have appealed to her. Anyway, she told me I could always come to
her and cry on her shoulder, if I want a sympathetic listener. She
didn't actually use that idiom, it would be silly. As I have told
you, Anya was an 11 years old girl, about one year older than I.
She was my height, and of slender built and by far the most
beautiful girl that I had seen by then, and one of the most
beautiful that I have ever seen since. She had a cherubinic face,
as if painted by Rafael, with big and deep blue ponds as eyes,
full rosy lips and a bright, almost white complexion.
All this beauty was surrounded by flowing waves of golden blonde
hair, and sitting on a fragile looking stem of a neck, which made
you, I mean me, want to hug and protect her from the evils of this
world. Did you notice that I haven't mentioned her boobs? Well,
she hadn't had any. Well at least I wasn't sure if she had some or
it was only the padded bra that she was wearing.
As for the rest of the body, well she had a hint at a rounded
bottom that made one painfully aware that she was a girl, but no
more. What would you expect at her age? I was flattered that she
considered me worthy to keep her company-swear to god I thought on
these lines! – so I did use her invitation quite often.
I found that Anya, like Rosa, did like to day-dream, only her
fantasies weren't about becoming an Hollywood star-she was
pretending to be a princess! She insisted that I call her Ann and
'invited me for a five o'clock tea" and such. Well, Anya was so
beautiful that I was ready to accept even this bore.
What more, unlike Rosa, Anya agreed to go with me to buy ice-
cream! To go out in the open, holding hands with me! WOW!!! My
chest expanded, and I felt ten feet high! For this boost of my
pride I was ready to accept any kind of game, acting or make-
believe.
This Princess pretense was quite boring for me and, being a kind
of bookworm, I did my best to enliven it by acting on different
stories about princesses and knights. Anya took liking to this,
and soon was asking me for plots of stories for her pretenses.
Anya confided in me that what she disliked in America was that
there had been no princesses here, so I dug out and told her the
story of Pocahontas, a little embellished by me. I made it a love
story between Smith and Pocahontas-on the line that later the
Disney people did too. Anya bought it, line and sinker, and loved
to act Pocahontas with me as Smith. I have to admit that when the
Disney people published their movie, I was deeply disappointed
that Pocahontas wasn't a golden haired angel!
Well this way I got what I wanted, kissing and petting with Anya.
She had such a sweet taste and scent! And she loved to kiss! After
I had first kissed her, with the tongue, I mean, she told me that
Rosa had told her that I was a "wonderful kisser" and that had
made her mind to go out with me. I sure liked kissing her,
entwining my tongue with her sweet one, savoring the sweet taste
of her angelic lips.. but when I attempted to "get a feel" on her
breast she flatly refused.
I tried different heroes-copying them mainly from western style
movies- but to no avail. And Anya clearly didn't like the blatant
"boy meets girl" attitude of these stories, so I turned to
classics. I found that Anya loved to be the "damsel in distress"
so I went one day to the ultimate story of this kind The story of
Perseus and Andromeda. You know, Andromeda, the princess of Nubia
was sacrificed to the sea monster and tied naked to a rock for
being devoured by it. Perseus, the hero on the flying horse killed
the monster, saved her, and married the gal.
Anya liked the story very much, and adopted it for her make-
believe, She being Andromeda and I was to play the hero. We
usually played at her home, twice or three times a week, when my
aunt Gina skipped her "duties" with me, and sneaked away to her
own pleasures.
Anya's parents being away in their store until late gave us full
freedom of using her house. I swear to god that the idea to
increase the veracity of the acting by playing it in the bath-tub
was hers! Well Anya stripped off her blouse and skirt, and
remained only in her underwear in the tub and we got wet from the
"waves" in the tub. I kissed the rescued beauty and offered her my
gown-the towel- to keep her from shivering and while drying her I
couldn't miss the impression of her pussy through her wet pants-
and I kissed it fervently.
Anya let me slip off her panties and I was exposed to the most
beautiful sight in my life. Her pussy was a pink smile in the
white space of her crotch, with the red tongue of her inner lips
and her clitt protruding out!! I kissed her enticing cunt and
licked it, savoring it's sweet taste, I swear she smelled of roses
too. Anya responded with small, happy moans, spreading her thighs,
pushing my head into her crotch.
Having been well trained by aunt Gina, I sought her clitt with my
tongue, which made her writhe and squirm, and soon she was humping
vigorously my lapping tongue throwing herself against my head
pressing my face into her-until she exploded with uncontrolled
hopping and skipping of her pelvis, hissing and moaning... she
came. Her adorably smelling juices flooded my face and I lapped
and drank them like they were the best nectar. Indeed they were!
While aunt Gina had accustomed me to lapping her, one just
couldn't compare Anya's sweet/salty taste with it's rosy aroma
with Gina's.
I was in heaven, and I insisted on licking Anya dry-which luckily
enough failed utterly sine my licking and sucking only made her
flow more and she started again to heave against me, spreading her
legs to their utmost to gain me an easy access ... Anya came
several times and the story of Andromeda and Perseus became her
favorite. We repeated the act every time, in her room as often as
not, and she even went so fsr as to "kiss my heavenly weapon".
Oh what a wet, hot feeling it was! Engulfed by that warm little
Eden, I thrust and I heaved and I shoved my dick as far as I could
and... my hips started heaving on their own and my pelvis rotated
and jumped and what not as it had while fucking Rosa, until I felt
that my balls were going to burst, and I erupted with an yet
unknown vigor! The sight of Anya's angelic face upturned to me,
with her luscious, sweet lips engulfing my shaft, with my jism
trickling from the corners of her adorable mouth! It was almost as
rewarding as the hot heavenly feeling of fucking her mouth! And
that was a heavenly feeling indeed!
I fucked Anya's mouth and licked her cunt obsessively, and she
made my chest expand in pride when we walked hand in hand in
public, myself thinking that everybody must have realized that we
are "doing it", but she adamantly refused to "go all the way" with
me. She said that since we acted princess and a knight we should
stick to the roles and "princesses just don't do it". In vain I
had brought newspaper cuttings about the behavior of the British
crown princess. She dismissed her as being a disgrace to the
class. I had tried to find a different story, from the tales of
the round table, without success.
Anya even went so far as to say that there was no reference there
to the princesses and damsels in distress being naked! Luckily she
still preferred to stay with the Andromeda story! She even
dismissed Guinevere's obvious infidelity with Lancelot as
"unproved" and that "queens were different" ( well we both knew
only too well that married women did cheat on their husbands!)
Then I encountered the tale of Tristan and Isolde. When I told it
to Anya she was amazed. Blushing she said "they really made love?
So it is written? " she couldn't get over the fact that the story
openly admitted to the heroes having sex and what's more, a
clandestine sex. She asked me repeatedly to read her the story
again and again and at last she said, "Lets do it!"
She ran out of her room, and returned with a bottle of slivovic (a
strong alcoholic beverage) claiming that that was the love potion
and that we must drink it –like Tristan and Isolde.
We did drink some. It made my throat contract, my eyes tear and I
almost chocked coughing, but it warmed my tummy and made me
cheerful and amorous-and Anya too. We started kissing and rapidly
shed our clothes. Anya even let me touch and kiss her non-existent
boobs! She had only small puffed nipples, that now were red,rigid
and swollen and very, very sensitive. When I rolled them between
my lips Anya moaned softly, and when I started sucking on one and
fondling the other she went berserk heaving and sighing and
rotating her hips, clutching me between her thighs- she actually
came just from handling her nipples.
Now I was already hot as a furnace. I stuck my rigid cock between
her spread thighs and started pushing it into her cunt. Anya's
legs went straight around my hips, clasping me so tightly, that I
could scarcely move. I still managed to, and directed my dick's
bloated head into it's rightful opening. And I shoved!
My goodness, she was tight indeed! It took some vehement shoving
on my side to make progress but at last I bottomed, inserting my
dick into her up to my balls! Anya was all that time squirming
under me, kicking and screaming but now she was just screaming and
weeping motionless, crying that it Hurts! I was killing her!!
My GOD! I realized suddenly that she was screaming in pain, not
for lust! She wasn't enjoying it at all! What a flop! I had
actually raped her!
Anya's vagina was still clamping me hard and since that hurt even
me,I realized how much more it must have hurt her. I hugged her
apologizing, comforting her, kissing off her flowing tears. So we
passed some time that seemed as an eternity but in fact took not
more than ten minutes. Then the clamped hold of Anya's vagina on
my dick took it's effect and I spurted in her, I couldn't help it.
All I could do, and did, was to refrain from humping and I only
jerked some small, timid jerks. The lubrication of my spunk must
have done it, and I now slid out of Anya's vagina, my dick going
rapidly limp. I still kept hugging Anya, caressing her, kissing
her contorted face but I couldn't calm her. After some time she
asked me to please go away, and I did.
The next day or two Gina was at home with me and I couldn't visit
Anya, but a couple days later, I did. With a thumping heart I
knocked on her door, dreading her response. To my big surprise she
did receive me, she even kissed me! But from that day on our
relations took a different form. We did kiss, but she wouldn't let
me touch her boobs, nor her thighs., he pussy was totally out of
bounds.
To tell the truth, I didn't insist very much on love making. I was
very happy to be accepted at all! We stopped our make believe
plays and Anya mainly talked with me about day to day affairs in
school and such. But she kept going out with me, which for me was
a source of consolation and pride. That was going on for about a
couple of months and than one day Anya told me that our relations
were going nowhere, that she wanted a more mature boyfriend and in
short she was dumping me for some two years older boy. I was
devastated, of course, but I had to admit that she was right, that
her new boy friend was a much better catch that I had been.
So I was left under the close supervision of aunt Gina.
Strangely enough, that wasn't the last of my affair with Anya.
About couple of months after the fiasco of my relationship with
aunt Gina we left that neighborhood. I was very sad to leave all
the memories and above all, I felt pangs of bad conscience about
my relations with Rosa and with Anya. I'd tried to apologize to
Rosa for taking her virginity-and make atonement, but I didn't
find her. Apparently her family had moved out, and no-one new
where. But I did find Anya, who's virginity I also took away-and
forcefully at that. With thumping heart and pangs of a bad
conscience I knocked on her door, dreading her response. Will she
slap my face? Will she, god forbid, call for help against her
rapist?
To my surprise she did neither, and invited me politely in. I told
her that we were going to move the next day, and she said that she
was very sorry about that, that I had been " a good friend " and
that "she owed me a lot"! Well, this was a very pleasant surprise
for me, and I asked her, very hesitantly, if, for old times sake,
I might kiss her. She agreed, and responded to my kiss with a
gusto. She clung to me and her tongue darted into my mouth.
I gathered courage and pulled her to me, letting my hands roam
over her body, caressing, fondling. I evened dared to touch her
non-existent boobs, finding her nipples erect and hard while my
other hand was pinching and squeezing the round, resilient mounds
of her butt. Anya drew back a little, and anxiously I awaited a
slap in my face. To my surprise Anya's hands went to her hips and
her skirt slid elegantly to the floor...
In seconds I was kneeling between her spread legs, devouring her
so beautiful cunt. Anya's legs buckled under her and she dropped
on her bed, spreading her thighs to their utmost pulling my head
into her. I was beside myself, lapping excitedly her juices
devouring greedily her clitt, while spreading her lips with my
fingers I shoved one deep into her vagina. Anya's juices started
flowing, her pelvis hopping, heaving against my drenched face and
her vagina was clamping my exploring digit. I couldn't withhold it
any more. I crawled up Anya's body, loosing my clothes on the way,
but Anya stopped me. "Put a condom on!" she whispered and from
under her bed she offered me a packet.
After I pulled one on my erect, bloated dick, Anya eased the way
for me, pulling her legs to her chest and I finally lodged my hard
cock into her expectant cunt. Anya's legs went around my hips,
clasping me, pulling me into her while I thrust and heaved and
pushed, with Anya heaving and squirming against me... We came both
together, our pelvises hopping and dancing wildly.
We kept on fucking all that afternoon until suddenly Anya looked
at the clock and said, "Ooh, that was nice. I'm so sorry that you
are leaving. Be a good boy and lock the door behind you."
I tried to prolong our time together, to no avail. Anya just said
that it was already quarter to five and her parents are due soon
and she has to wash and be ready for them and be reasonable and
things-and shoved me gently but decisively out.
That was the last I have seen or heard from her until our meeting
in Boston the last summer - a meeting which started my
reminiscence. We did have some good sex, as I've already told,
and, since we both have grown up kids in Boston, we promised to
make a regular affair of this. So, you see, one does always return
to one's childhood experiences, don't I?