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My First Penis (m/f, pedo)
By Anon NIXPIX Author

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Doesn't the word penis sound just yummy?   I hear people use the word
cock, and dick, and tool and fuck stick and shlong,  but penis makes me
feel yummy.  Like I have to kneel in front of the penis and worship it.

It's so strange that boys have their sex on the outside of their bodies,
not all neat and tucked away like us girls.  Can you imagine having
something between your legs swaying back and forth as you walk.  Not to
mention (but I will mention, won't I?) that soft sack of balls dangling
underneath.  Penis' are so yummy no matter what size they are,  even
though its much easier to get one in my rosebud if its not too big.  I
haven't met a giant penis yet, but I'm sure it would be interesting to
hold one with two hands and still not get all of it.   I don't think I
want a really big penis to fuck me though,  it would probably  hurt my
poor little puss,  and none of you would want to do that to me, would
you?  

My friends and I  always talked about penis'.   Especially when we had
slumber parties and got really rowdy.  We dared each other to check out
the boys' dicks in the locker room.  Nobody had the nerve to sneak in. 
We  used to practice on substitutes, you know, cucumbers and bananas.

I made love to a banana once and oh did I get juicy.  We were fooling
around and trading dares, when Beth sneaked into the kitchen and
returned with a nice ripe banana.  Beth sauntered around the room,
slowly stripping the skin off the banana.  When it was clean she got in
my face and dared me to show everybody how to suck.  Well..  I did have
a reputation for blowing my dates,  you remember,  I only lost my cherry
to Coach recently.

 I gently slid the banana past my nose, caressing my cheek with its soft
yet firm texture.  I brought my tongue out and tentatively licked the
tip.  Slowly I opened my mouth spreading wide my jaws and with both
hands slowly pushed the banana past my teeth.  I moaned as I slid the
first quarter in me trying to appear as lewd as possible.  The room got
very quiet as I pushed and pulled the banana in my mouth.  I started
groaning, trying to imagine this was a boys nice warm penis I was
licking.  Oh!  Such a nice warm penis,  all hot and ready to serve me my
gift of cream.  I was really getting carried away and I think I forgot
all about my friends for a minute.  With one hand I pulled my babydoll
nighty up and yanked my white cotton panties down, exposing my whispy
blond puss.  I pulled the banana from my mouth and with one hand spread
my puss lips just a little.  With my other hand I carefully guided the
tip into my puss , slowly going in and out a fraction of an inch at a
time so as not to break the banana, I began to fuck myself.  I had
forgotten the other girls as I stood there frigging my puss.  I couldn't
stand on my feet anymore.  I dropped to my knees and leaned back on my
thighs.  I spread my knees and with both hands brought the banana back
to my puss,  sliding it up and down my now very gooy lips.  Oh!  I could
feel the soft fruit rub my little clit.  I had to masturbate  to a nice
yummy climax and I didn't care who saw.  As I became more aggressive
with my love fruit it started to disintegrate.  The tip was turning to
mush as I pushed it hard on my clit.  Oh! Yummmy!! fruit!!!  My clit
loves this yummy fruit.  I mashed it all over my puss, spreading my lips
and getting banana in my little cunt, working my clit around and around
in its protective hood.  It was time!!  I reached for my clit and pulled
its hood back and jammed my banana on it hard .  I squashed the whole
thing right on my bare shiny clit.  Oh!!!! My cum was so good,  so gooey
good,  so fruity fucking yummy!!! 

 
Don't you just love our friends in the plant kingdom,  they make me feel
so  nice.  The subject though,  was the penis and I'm getting away from
my topic.   My first penis was such a surprise.  It took me unawares one
day after school.  I always practice my sprints during the spring on the
school track.  Womens track has really come on strong since Flo Jo
became popular after the last Olympics.  Not only do I admire the
strength and agility of female runners, I think those six inch nails are
just bitchin.  

I like to hang around the mens track.  I get to see lots of yummy boys
sweat as they pump around that field.  Just think, in the days of the
ancient Greeks,  male athletes competed in the nude.  I'd love to watch
some of these guys run and high jump without any clothes.  That's how I
met my own Greek god,  Alan.  Alan has got the tightest bod,  especially
his butt.  I think he wears his gym shorts a size or two small, just so
the girls can scam on his hard butt.  I'd love to kiss it and fondle it.

 I'd trace every little muscle from his waist down to the crack of his
ass.  Oh! yes. I just love thinking about licking and kissing his butt
and oooh, rubbing my ass cheeks on his, kind of a reverse Eskimo kiss. 
Just think of that!

Well.. leaning on the fence drooling over Alan became my favorite
pastime.
 I was just so obvious, no tact or discretion, just a salivating  wanabe
slave to his gorgeous ass and pecs.  I could tell the equipment in front
must be nice.  At least he was big enough soft to make quite a bulge
packed into his jock strap.  Oh that lucky strap, cradling his penis and
precious jewels.  I was really working myself into a penis frenzy.  (Oh
Dr. Freud.  are you listening?)  Ha! Ha!

I had most of the guys on the track squad drooling over me too you know.
 In my first story I told you how I had cut down my suit to show off my
bod,  and I do have a bitchin one.  I like to wear my sports bra and
shorts when I run.  The legs are cut really high and this shows them off
to perfection.  Being tall I make every use of my legs and feet when I
want to attract a boy.  You know what drives them nuts?  I take my shoes
and socks off when I'm on the field and do lots of stretching exercises
and bicycle pumps on my back to show off.  I'll grab my feet and put
them back over my head,  showing off my butt and puss hard up against my
shorts.  It was a display just like this that attracted Alan's
attention.

 I was running around the field in my bare feet.  Even my sports bra had
a hard time containing my tits.  They moved up and down a little  as I
easily jogged.  I knew I was turning the boys on and that made my puss
feel yummy.  I guess its almost like being a stripper.  One of my older
brothers friends told me about the strip clubs, how the girls parade
nude and show every bit of cunt tits and ass.  There wasn't much
separating me from this at the moment.  I'm so naughty, and such a
tease.  It's displays like this that got me into trouble and for teasing
those boys I deserved to have my tush wacked.  As I was making my way
around the track I passed Alan a couple of times.  On my third pass he
suddenly jumped out in front of me,  scared the shit out of me.  Without
shoes,  my bare feet had no traction and I slid on the grass and landed
on my butt at his feet.  Alan smiled down at and offered me his hand.  I
was a little pissed but I grasped it and he hauled me up on my feet as
if I were a rag doll.  My, but he was strong.  Alan wasn't wearing a
shirt and I got quite a close look at his hard chest.  We were only
inches apart and I my tongue was tied, I couldn't think of a thing to
say.  I'm so shy.  Luckily, he began apologizing for making me fall.  I
went into my coy routine and told him it was all right.  Well,
 we started the most outrageous flirting,  not too tough when you're
this close and only a few scraps of clothing separated us from nudity.

We each got a very good look at the others bod.

 I could see the outline of his penis in his shorts.  Oh gosh!  Maybe he
wasn't wearing a jockstrap.  Maybe his penis was only a fraction of an
inch away from my gaze.  This thought really thrilled me as I pictured
myself reaching down and grasping that yummy penis in my hand through
his running shorts.  Oh course I resisted, what with all those other
boys around.  I was getting so hot, my nipples grew till they were
outlined in my bra and it became obvious he couldn't take his eyes off
them.   Doesn't that piss you off when guys look at your chest while
they talk to you and not in your eyes.  Wake up guys,  all the pleasure
I can give you originates in these two hazel orbs.  Don't worry, you get
plenty of tits later.  ( Gosh!  I have to do this soap box every once in
a while.)    

Well... Alan and I had lots in common with track and we made a date to
do cross country running to help our endurance.  Gosh! What an excuse to
be alone together in the woods!  I'm so naughty!    The school has a
special trail for cross country and its a pleasure running through the
woods all alone.  Alan set a fast pace and I was really pushing to stay
up with him.  After about half an hour I couldn't keep going anymore.  I
collapsed on a rock panting and trying to catch my breath.  Alan saw I
had quit and came back kidding me and poking me, telling me I had no
endurance.   I looked up at him trying to make up my mind whether to
swat him one or grasp that penis jiggling in his tight shorts,  The
latter won.    Alan turned into a statue as my hand wrapped around him.

 You know statues don't move or speak and that was just the way I wanted
things.  I wanted to concentrate on this penis without any uncomfortable
words getting in the way.  I used both hands to get the feel of what he
had hidden in his shorts.  It was packed in there and seemed to be
enlarging quickly.   I was going to see now what I had been dreaming of.

 I reached up to his waist band, grabbing hold of it firmly and slowly
pulled.  I was going to tease myself and him.  I took a quick look up at
his face while I lowered his pants.  The expression of shock was just
too cool, he couldn't believe what I was up to.   I rolled his shorts
down his ass, exposing more penis as I went.  He had hair at the base
but as I went lower his penis and balls were nice and bare.  Tugging the
rest of the way the head of his penis popped out in my face.  He was
very hard and it stood straight up almost touching his belly button.

the head looked like this funny shaped mushroom sitting on the end of
the stalk.  His balls hung very low and I could see both of them playing
in his pouch.  Gazing at him, I couldn't believe how beautiful he was.

His hard defined body left my mouth dry .  I raised my eyes to his
bringing my finger to my lips in a hush.  The only thing on my mind was
to worship my Greek god.  Feeling hot and sweaty I reached under my bra
and pulled it over my head.  I stood for a moment to get my shorts off 
then knelt again at his feet.  I was so obsessed with the object of my
desire that I left the rest of his body for later.  Oh,  this wasn't
easy.  I wanted to drag my breasts and puss over every square inch.  The
first few moments all I could do was gaze at his penis.  I took my
breasts in my hands and massaged them.  Pinching my nips and teasing
myself with the sight and feel of him.   I began by gently stroking the
length of his penis,  feeling its firmness and being careful not to
stimulate him too much.  My girlfriends told me stories of  boyfriends
who shot their cum almost as soon as they were touched.  I wanted as
much time as possible with my Adonis.  Weighing his balls in my hand, 
moving them up and down, separating them and then gently squeezing them
together, I grasped the base of his penis.  I worked the skin of his
shaft up and down with my finger tips watching the skin bunch and
tighten.  My puss was leaking like a sieve.  I felt little drops slide
down my inner thighs.  I took a couple of fingers and stroked from the
base to the top of my puss.  Bringing my wet fingers up to his gaze, I
slowly placed them in my mouth and sucked my cream off them.  His eyes
grew wide in disbelief.  I was his naked Aphrodite, his nude Greek
huntress, offering her ripe body for his pleasure.  Nothing was required
of him but that he should give me his gift of cream.  My mouth and
breasts were offered for his pleasure.   My lips could resist no longer
the joy of his penis.  I let the head of his penis force its way past my
lips.  My mouth became my puss.  My lips closed but my teeth parted to
allow the entry of his wonderful manhood.  I pressed my face closer to
him, taking more penis in me.  I moved my head forward and back letting
him part my lips over and over.  His taste was so male,  so powerfully
male.  Something wet came into my mouth as I sucked.  Only a small drop
and I knew it was the first taste of his gift.  Not so sharp as salt on
an egg but a creamy saltiness I rubbed across my teeth.  Now I had to
possess all of him.  I moved my mouth further against him letting him
travel to the back of my throat.  I choked for a moment and stopped,
getting used to the feel of him in me.  I needed to see his face before
his moment came.  I looked up and beheld this god in pain.  That's the
only way I can describe it.  As if he were being strangled and the
sounds coming from his mouth made me think I was killing him.  Since he
hadn't moved from the grasp of my mouth I hoped it was unbearable
pleasure and not pain he was feeling.  I knew his time was soon and I
used every part of my mouth to bring his gift to me.  I bobbed my head
up and down laving every inch of him with my tongue.  I grasped his butt
and squeezed his hard cheeks to hold on to him so none of my present
would escape.  The head of his penis seemed to swell in me and I knew my
gift was near.  Oh! Yes!  Wonderful cream.  Feed me, Give me my gift of
life my Adonis.  My mouth is full,  you fill me up.  His strangled cry
broke our silence.  I pulled away as he shot the last drops into me.  I
opened my mouth to show him his gift and then I swallowed.  Licking the
last drops from my lips I squeezed my breast as I came, crying out my
pleasure in serving my Greek god.