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Zarah was
sore and bled for the next couple of days. I was pretty angry that she hadn’t
told me she was a virgin. In fact she’d told me the opposite. If I had known I
wouldn’t have had sex with her so easily. But I also recognized that I probably
would have had at some later point.
Now there
were a bunch of problems I had to deal. Sometimes you do things that you know
are going to mess up you life, but you do them anyways. I found out that Zarah
wasn’t using any kind of birth control and thought, or believed the sexual
myth, that a virgin couldn’t get pregnant the first time. So I had to sweat out
a couple of weeks to find if something irrevocable had germinated. Luckily it
hadn’t. And Zarah was able to get on contraceptives without her mother knowing
about it (praise real healthcare) so that soon ceased to be an issue.
I also had
to contend with the emotional angle. I liked Zarah a lot and didn’t want to
hurt her. But I couldn’t have her going all puppy-eyed and hanging on. June
would have caught on in instant. I was lucky again that Zarah didn’t react that
way. Sex was a new toy for her. Actually some things about sex weren’t all that
new. She’d been giving blow jobs since she was eleven and had rubbed sex parts,
naked, with two or three boys bringing each other off, but had never, as she
said, “let them put it in.”
She just
wanted to have to sex. She also got some status for having fucked someone
older. Her best friend, Belinda, had already lost her virginity and slept with
other boys their age, but it hadn’t been a good experience. They came too
quick. That’s why Zarah picked me. She figured I knew about sex because I was
older and from
Still it
was difficult to keep things from her mother. Zarah was impetuous and, as she
put it, randy 24 hours a day. She wanted to have sex pretty much all the time
but it was too risky if her mother was about. Just a quickie, she’d implore.
The trouble was that most of the times when Zarah was not in school June tried
to be home. A couple of times Zarah snuck up to my room in the middle of the
night but there was the danger that we’d fall asleep afterwards and then get
caught. That almost happened one time and I bundled Zarah under my bed in just
the nick of time.
We only
got an opportunity to do it once every week or two. One afternoon we got to
spend at Belinda’s house. That was made really strange because we were in a
bedroom that Lindy shared with her two sisters in this little kid’s cot. Zarah
was straddling me and riding up and down like there was no tomorrow. She liked
being on top—it was her favorite position. Covering the walls were all these
boy band posters and cutesy kid stuff like stuffed animals were all over the
room. Zarah was covered in a film of sweat screaming like there was no
tomorrow. She was always loud when we had sex.
It was the
second or third time that afternoon that we had made love. As soon as we were
naked Zarah wanted to measure my cock. She had a little wooden ruler but mine
was bigger than its six inches. She dug around the girls’ school desk. I loved
watching her little naked ass; it was so tiny I could encompass each buttock
easily in the palm of my hand. Even so my erection died down a little by the
time she found a larger ruler. She measured the semi-limp penis—it was now a
little less than six inches—and then gobbled it up in her mouth.
I was hard
in an instant. Zarah’s experience had given her a great deal of expertise. The
head slid easily in her mouth while her tongue massaged the underside. Even
though I was bigger than any cock she’d sucked before she was a mistress of the
art. Just like in
It was a
tad over seven and a quarter inches. Apparently she had some bet with her best
friend. Tossing the ruler across the floor she sat in my lap, legs hooking
round my waist and covered my face with kisses. My hard-on was cushioned
between out bellies. I twisted her nipples and made her squeal.
“Come on,”
I directed and lifted her easily—she only weighed a hundred pounds or less—so
we faced in the same direction. Her buttocks clenched my dick. I lifted her
hips and she pulled my prick between her legs where it rubbed against the mouth
of her sex. She leaned forward and implanted the tip in her. I was still
sitting on the edge of the bed, with her weight holding my hips down, so she
had to do all the work. In this position I easily grasped her breasts and bit
her neck and shoulders.
I guess I
had stretched Zarah’s cunny a little. She was no longer as tight as the first
time. Whenever we fucked it always felt like her opening was a clamp on my cock
and I could grind against her pubic bone which had no padding. Zarah was rising
up-and-down and beginning to get off. The angle of entry was constricting me so
I rose, with her still impaled on me.
We turned
so we both were standing and she could lean over the bed and lean on the
mattress while I stood upright and fucked her. The clamp of her opening was
less constricting and the angle was better for me. I was sliding in-an-out of
her and her sloppy juices spilled over my thighs. Zarah was so lithe and
flexible we were always trying new ways to fuck. And I guess her anatomy, or
the way it worked with mine, meant that she always seemed to get off in
minutes. It didn’t take long before she started the progressively quicker and
longer-lasting orgasms that ended in her collapsing on the cot, pulling me down
on top of her, when I drove into for the last couple of thrusts and exploded.
Just lying
there, beneath the window, holding onto her while my prick deflated inside her
I felt woozy. Zarah kind of dozed off for a few minutes. My hands ran over the
front of her torso feeling her scrubby pubic patch, and slight swell of her
tummy with its dimple of a navel, the budding breasts with their nut-hard
nipples. Zarah began to stir from her sleep as I did inside her.
“Mmmmmm,”
she murmured, “get hard in me.” I did. Only half my length was in her but I
twitched my penis so it pulsed against her vaginal walls.
“Get bigger,”
she urged, “get bigger in me” with more urgency. We were lying on our sides
with me still entering me from behind. She pushed against me so I was lying on
my back on the cot. Zarah was lying on top of me now with her shoulders pushing
into my chest. I began to thrust into her, and she pushed against each one
until I was buried to the hilt. When I tried to withdraw she pushed so I stayed
engulfed in her. She took my right hand and placed it over her pubes, guiding
my index finger to her clit. Silently she directed me on how to rub it.
I began to
play with the little pleasure button. I wasn’t thrusting into her, just pulsing
and relaxing my penis, like it was breathing, inside her while I rubbed her
sensitive clit lightly. I could feel her body twitching both against and around
me. Whenever I tried to thrust in and out Zarah made me stop though I could
feel that it brought her close to the edge. I must have quivered inside her
like that for fifteen minutes when she exhaled a sigh, her body racking in pleasure.
Trickles of sweat dropped from her hair onto my face as she recovered,
breathing deeply. I guess it was a Tantric experience though maybe not as
prolong as the real thing.
I was
still hard—I hadn’t come. Pressure was building up in my balls and I sought to
release it. Zarah was still lying atop of me and stirred as I began
mini-thrusts into her. The little fourteen year old lifted herself off me,
holding my cock in her small hand while repositioning herself. She straddled me
and aimed the swollen head so that it easily pierced into her as she lowered
herself. Her torso was erect, the tiny globes of her buttocks facing me.
Grasping her waist I directed her rhythm; she wanted me to pump hard and deep
and leaned forward so my dick pressed harder against her love spot. My thumbs
pressed against into the soft flesh of her buttocks while I strained not to
come.
Eventually
I succumbed and sperm shot into her. Her urgency sped as she bounced harder
until she orgasmed in a minute later before by hardness totally dissipated. Our
sticky juices, blended from our exertion inside her, dribbled hot onto my
crotch. Without letting go of my semi-hard-on Zarah swiveled 180 degrees and
faced me, collapsing on my chest, still gasping from her pleasure. I held her
tight as we cooled. My shrinking penis slid out from her with a slight ‘plop’.
“Mmmmm, I
feel all empty inside,” she murmured. But no matter what we tried I couldn’t
get it up again that afternoon.
* * *
As I
started playing more with the first team my schedule began to differ from June.
When I was with the academy team we ate and studied around a fixed routine and
our meals and other aspects of her lives that were her responsibility. While I
still had to go to my classes my schedule now revolved around the first-team.
This gave me more freedom and with a little creativity Zarah and I could spend
time together outside of her mother’s supervision. Still, it was only once or
twice a week that we could swing it to be alone together.
On one of
those occasions I was waiting expectantly in my room waiting for Zarah to get
out of school. Zarah would pop off to the community center, sign in and then
sneak out to see me. Before her mom came home she’d go back to the community
center and would come home at the scheduled time. The only problem with this
arrangement was one of the neighbors noticing Zarah about, but she’d probably
get away with saying she was sick or needed something from home.
I was
lying on my bed when Zair came in and flopped on the bed beside me. I was just wearing
a pair of shorts and horny, my hard-on making a big tent. I pawed her breasts
and undid a button so I could feel her tender flesh under her bra. Zarah
slobbered kisses on my neck and ear and pushed back when I pressed my hardness
against her. I reached down and massaged a knee and then slowly moved up her
thigh.
“Don’t,”
she said.
My fingers
crept under the elastic of her panties.
“Don’t,”
she said more emphatically.
“Why?”
“You won’t
like it.”
“Come on…
“
“It’s that
time of the month Holden.”
Frustrated
I pushed my boner against her back.
Zarah
reached for it. I was still wearing my shorts. Her small hand gripped my
hardness through the nylon fabric.
“Here,”
she said. She pulled at the waistband peeping the shorts over my hips. My prick
flopped onto my belly. Zarah scooted down the bed so her mouth was level with
my groin. I felt her heavy breath on my penis and gonads. Pursing her lips she
direct a hot stream of air that made my hair curl.
I’d had
one blowjob before, in
She
examined my length minutely without touching it. I could feel her warm pants
and quivered in anticipation. I watched as she poked the tip of her tongue
between her full lips. A drop of saliva fell and felt cool on my skin. Her
tongue darted and pushed the tendon from the mushroom to the length of my penis
almost painfully. Zarah ran her tongue down the underside pressing against the
tubular vein till it reached my balls and then coursed up my length to the
piss-hole. A glob of pre-come oozed which she sucked.
“Mmmm,”
she said softly, “salty.”
Quickly
she gobbled up the purple head. Her lips pressed the underside of the helmet
and her tongue swirled over the dome picking at my pee-hole. Electricity tingled
through my body. Even though I resisted the temptation to push deeper into her
mouth I could feel my come welling up.
“Uh-uh.”
Zarah felt it too. She released me and grabbed my balls.
“You’re
not going to come until I say,” she stated emphatically and pushed two tiny
knuckles under my scrotum. Instantly my impending climax subsided under the
pressure and slight pain.
She made a
ring with her thumb and forefinger at the base of my penis. She had to stretch
to make it all away around the circumference. She jerked hand over up-and-down
over the root and pointed the tip toward her mouth.
“This
looks good enough to eat.”
After
lapping the head once with the flat of her tongue she lowered her mouth onto my
cock. Surprising me she nipped the head with her teeth. The back of her tongue
pressed the hole as she bit the underside of the head. It was both sensational
and painful. Another drop of fluid escaped and I could feel her swipe it away
with the underside of her oral organ. Her digits still massage the foundation
of my penis, gently pushing the pre-come emissions into her mouth.
“It’s so
salty,” she opined after freeing me from her mouth. With the back of hand she
wiped saliva from her lips.
Experimentally
she wrapped her whole hand around the base of my prick and jerked me off. Each
upswing drew my ball sac tight. It wasn’t like the lower part was as sensitive
as the tip but nevertheless Zarah’s hand seemed to be milking a huge load from
my testicles. Every time a tear of transparent liquid seeped she cleaned it
with a quick swipe of her tongue. The pressure was building up but her palm
held me hard and constricted me from exploding. My balls started feeling
bruised as they backed up.
Gently
relaxing her grip more pre-come drooled from my opening. There were specks of
white in the translucent liquid. She lapped it away.
“You feel
like coming?”
I nodded.
My balls were swelling. She unclenched my penis and immediately pressed her
fingertips in the soft patch of skin between my scrotum and anus and compressed
my prostate. Her digits needled the fleshy area and my need to explode ebbed
while the desire grew.
Once I
started to relax she engulfed the top half of my prick with her mouth and
pumped her head up-and-down. Her teeth scraped the taut skin while her lips
pressed but slid over half-length. This friction produced a different kind of
pressure but one that just wanted me to explode. Just I was about to she let me
go from her mouth and grasped my prick just beneath the head. The ball of
Zarah’s thumb pressed harshly against my shaft and held my sperm at its base.
She pulled the head away from my belly and yanked it so it pointed to my knees.
This cut off circulation and the need to come dissipated.
She kept
teasing me like this three or four more times. Each time she felt my climax
brewing she’d either pressure my prostate or shift my prick to awkwardly. My
scrotum seemed heavy as each near-climax added to the pool of come in me. Thus
I found the true meaning of blue balls.
“You wanna
come?” She was stroking me lazily without much intent.
“Uh-huh.”
I was tired from the manipulation.
“Okay.”
She was
holding my member disinterestedly, like a toy she had gotten tired of.
In instant
it hit the back of her throat and she gagged when she tried the head passed her
throat. Her cheeks bulged as she literally tried to blow my cock up. When she
let go strings of saliva strung from her lips to swollen member. She dove down
on it again and her lips pressed against the sulcus massaging the tender
under-skin while her teeth occasionally grated the glans.
Her head
moved piston like up and down. I counted the strokes and felt my climax coming
on the tenth one. Zarah felt it too and doubled the pressure and speed. On the
fifteenth downturn I started coming. Zarah quickened again and gagged as first
blasts of come hit the back of her throat. Four, five, six globs exploded, the
seventh oozed and then two more trickling spurts fell into her mouth.
Even
though there was nothing left to come out she continued to massage by erection
with her lips and mouth. I could see her swallowing my sperm. I wondered how
much there was—it felt like there was enough to fill a glass and Zarah seemed
to be drinking two or three mouthfuls.
“Ummmm,”
she said appreciatively, “tasty.” She rested her head on my chest and while I
drifted off to sleep she played with my balls.
* * *
The next
Saturday I was awake and lying in bed. It was early but I had a game at three
and was going through the game plan. I knew I would be starting because the
team had an injury problem. It was going to be a tough match: we needed to
reach sixth place to get into the play-offs but were in eighth. The team we
were playing was in third but if they could beat us—and they were in a good run
of form—they could be in second and be promoted automatically, avoiding the
play-offs where four teams competed for one spot.
Zarah
tapped on the bedroom door and let herself in. She slid under the covers and
held body against mine. She only wore a tee-shirt and panties.
“Mum’s
gone to the ground and won’t be back till after the game.”
“I’ve got
a team meeting at ten-thirty.”
“We’ve got
an hour then.” She held my hardening penis in her hands.
“I’ve got
to get my kit together.” I kissed her full lips and started fumbling with and
in her clothes. She lifted her body so I could pull her briefs down, steadying
herself by holding my cock with both hands.
“Holden,”
she asked, “can you do something for me?”
“Sure.”
“Go down
on me.”
I looked
at her quizzically.
“Eat me
pussy.” She pecked my neck. “Like I ate your cock the last time. I bet you eat
pussy good.”
I sucked
on a nipple. I’d never gone down on a woman, or a girl since that was what Zarah
was, before. She had this illusion of my sexual expertise and experience when I
was more of novice at oral sex than she was. She’d sucked cock and been eaten
out before she met me. I was afraid I wouldn’t know what or how to do it.
“Let’s
just fuck… we don’t have a lot of time.” I grasped for an excuse.
“Come on,
Holden. You owe me.”
Even if I
didn’t do it then I’d have to expose my ignorance sometime. I sucked on the
other nipple making it perky like its mate. Zarah started pulling my shoulders
down so my face was in her tummy. My tongue lapped her navel but after a minute
or two she pushed me down farther. There was a trail of soft down, so light in
color it was almost transparent, the my mouth slithered over leaving a trail
like snail scum. The micro hairs got longer and thicker as my face moved closer
to her sex. The stubble on game face scratched against the tuffs of Zarah’s
pubic hair. She was very scrawny and wiry and I felt it cut my tongue.
Zarah
through off the bedcovers so she could watch me. Tentatively I placed my face
between her legs. Her nether lips curled slightly open in excitement. I could
smell her sex, kind of briny and sweet at the same time. Her thin labia were
rosy with excitement.
Tentatively
I ran my tongue across her hip and through the thatch on her mons. She squirmed
but raised her pelvis and spread her legs slightly. I probed the edge of her
serrated lips. Zarah thrust her sex into my face. She was tropical down
there—hot and humid. I plowed my tongue into her furrow and she twisted with
joy. Juices flowed from her pussy over my face while she grasped my head and
firmly held it against her pelvis.
What can
one say about eating pussy for the first time? The taste of woman, or girl in
this case, varies… Zarah was salty and almost acidic but instinctively I lapped
her dew. My tongue probed her vagina which I expected to smooth and seamless,
but ended up exploring the ripples and dimples of her passage. Zarah’s thighs
locked around my ears and her hands twisted in my hair pulling me higher.
Instinctively my lips pursed around her bud-like clitoris and she shrieked with
delight.
My tongue
pushed past the folds of her prepuce and curled around her love button. At
first I stroked it hard but Zarah pulled my face back, directing me to caress
and tingle her clit. She raised and lowered her hips, thrusting her opening up
and down against my face, fucking it. With each orgasm more fluid erupted and
dribbled into my mouth and over my cheeks.
“Fuck me,
fuck me,” Zarah implored, “Fuuuccckkk me with your mowwwwth… “
I lapped
in earnest struggling to keep my union with her shuddering body.
“Ohhhhhh,”
she screamed, “… Gaawwdd,” as she came.
Her body
relaxed into the bedclothes and I lay there with my head resting on her bony
thigh. I kissed her inflamed lower lips and occasioned after-shocks in her
ravished body.
“Mmmmmmm,”
she cooed, twisting my hair between her fingers. We lay like that for a few
minutes. I breathed the odor of her cooling sex and felt her secretions drying
sticky on my face.
“You have
to go,” she announced. I looked at the alarm clock. I was already late. I
rushed to dress and noted that all that time I sported a huge erection. Putting
together my kit it bloomed against my tracksuit causing Zarah to giggle. Only
when I walked a few blocks and neared the ground did it finally die down.
* * *
“Ummpphh!”
Zarah squealed, “I’m gagging on your thingy.”
It was the
next morning and I was sitting on the toilet in the cramped bathroom. For the
last twenty-four hours I’d been thinking about Zarah’s cunny. Unconsciously I
kept getting hard, in the showers and even on the pitch hugging the near post
for a corner. A couple of my teammates had noticed and I got a fair amount of
ribbing. We’d won the game in dramatic fashion after going two goals down and
because of other results had moved from eighth to fourth place. There were just
a few games left in the season and while we had an easy schedule all our rivals
were set to play each other in a deadly round of attrition.
After the
game the team celebrated at a pub with the club staff and many of the
supporters. It was a pretty rollicking time as we knew we’d make the play-offs
and had a good chance at an automatic elevation. Zarah and Belinda were both
there, not drinking of course, and Zarah kept teasing me that she’d give me a
blowjob because we’d won. I got a little drunk and tried to sneak into her room
when I got home, but her mom heard me. She didn’t suspect anything thinking
that I was a little to inebriated and had lost my way up the stairs.
The next
morning June Evans had gone out to visit her sister. I was shaving when Zarah
came in behind me. She reached around my waist and pulled down my shorts before
I even noticed her. When I turned to face her she was already on her knees and
gobbled up my rapidly hardening prick. I urgently wanted to fuck her face. My
balls felt heavy and constricted.
The little
fourteen-year old had just woken up and her blonde hair was disheveled. Her
lips curled around my glans and she bit the tender underside. I was urgently
trying to push my whole length into her mouth but Zarah backed away when I
tried to, concentrating on the purple head.
Then she
suddenly broke away and started kissing my balls. My prick felt as huge as a
baseball bat and smacked her face. Her hands grasped my buttocks and pulled me
toward the commode. I sat down and Zarah sat in my lap with my penis erect
between our bellies. She started smothering me with kisses.
All she
was wearing was a tee-shirt. Her mons pressed scratchily against the base of my
prick. I pinched her nipples through the cotton fabric. She slithered so my
cockhead pressed into her crenellated furls. She was moist and I easily slid
into her. She started bouncing up and down while I sucked her titties through
her shirt. Her arms drooped over my shoulder. Her pelvic bone gripped half my
length and I could feel the head press against her vaginal walls. Zarah body
started quaking; looking down I could see that her clit rubbed against my
hardness with each jounce. I felt huge inside her and felt her come.
“Mmmmmmmm,”
she said dreamily. Her head rested on my shoulder and I kissed the nape of her
neck. “Now for breakfast.”
She
shifted off me and knelt on the linoleum floor. She licked her juices from my
erection. My gonads felt full of lead and I wanted to come urgently. I held the
back of her skull and pushed my length into her mouth. Zarah’s hot breath
soothed my urgency and soon the mushroom head pressed against the back of her
throat. I pushed deeper into her and felt the head press past her gullet.
She
started choking and broke free of my hold.
“Ummpphh!”
Zarah squealed, “I’m gagging on your thingy.”
Long
strands of saliva shimmered from her mouth to the length of my prick. More
bubbled around her swollen lips in a patchwork of mucus.
“I can’t
take all your thing,” she explained and kissed its tip. Her lips suctioned in
the helmet head and her tongue swirled by cockhole.
“Belinda
could,” she said breaking away for a moment. She breathed deeply and examined by
sticky erection as if it was some kind of school project. She bit her lip and
then enveloped me again. I tried to thrust my whole length into her again but
her throat constricted.
“Lindy can
deep-throat,” she proudly testified on her next pause to breath.
Then she
started nibbling my cock. I could feel my juices welling up. With her mouth
Zarah started coaxing my climax. The underside of her tongue would press
against my pee-hole. I couldn’t hold back and exploded. Jets of come cascaded
into her mouth and then across her cheeks. It was thick and stringy and some
caught on her eyebrows and hair. In the mirror I noted I still had shaving
cream over my face.
Zarah gazed up at me. She opened her mouth and pushed some
of my come between her lips with her tongue and then swallowed it. I took my
towel from the rack and wiped the scatters of spunk from her face.
“You want Lindy to give you a
blow-job?” she asked conspiratorially.