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Zarah and
I talked about me fucking her best friend. Belinda was almost a year older and
a lot more developed. While Zarah was still gawky and child-like her friend was
well padded with puppy-fat. She was shorter and rounder, with an impressive
bust for a young adolescent. Zarah wanted me to “do” Belinda; she wasn’t a virgin
but had only slept with boys her age. I wanted to know that since Zarah had
fooled me about when I deflowered her. I did know Belinda gave blow jobs.
“They’ve
got little dicks,” Zarah explained “and that don’t get Lin off.”
I thought
Belinda was cute. It also seemed like a good sign that Zarah wanted me to sleep
with her. I was afraid that Zarah might become too attached—fall in love—to me.
Kids her age could get overly romantic and while I liked Zarah it wasn’t in
that way. I wasn’t going to elope or do anything that might jeopardize my
career in football.
“It’d be
fun,” Zarah cajoled, “you could give her a good fucking. She’s so disappointed
she sez she’s going to give up boys completely.”
Zarah
talked to Belinda about it. Lindy was a little more reticent. A couple of days
later I was walking the girls home from the community center when Zarah made a
joking reference about us “doing it” and Belinda turned crimson and huffed off
alone.
I was
getting interested in the idea. As I said Belinda was more mature. She stood
only about five one and had darker almost mocha color and black hair. I never
did find out but I suspect she had some African or maybe Indian blood flowing
through her veins. She lived a couple of streets over with her mother, who was
divorced, and was the oldest of three girls. She was on the pill—in fact Zarah
was getting her birth control from her—and her mother knew about it some and
didn’t mind her daughter being sexually active, so long as she behaved
responsibly.
Through
Zarah I found it Belinda wasn’t reluctant to sleep with me in general but was
worried about my size. Zarah had measured my erection and it was almost seven
and a half inches. I really didn’t know that it was bigger than normal but the
girls did. Six inches was the standard dick according to their research.
Belinda had had sex with boys with average equipment and they had hurt her; on
the other hand she had curiosity and wanted her carnal needs satisfied.
One night
I was picking up the girls from the neighborhood center and Zarah had forgotten
her gloves or something and had to dash back inside. Belinda and I waited
awkwardly, shuffling. I broke the silence.
“I promise
I’ll be gentle… I won’t do anything you don’t want me too.”
She looked
embarrassed and wouldn’t look me in the eye.
“I mean
it,” I continued. “If it starts to hurt I’ll stop. All you have to do is say. I
know what stop means.”
Belinda
nodded. Zarah came out with a bunch of other kids and we set off homeward. When
we got to the corner of Belinda’s street the girls whispered secretively before
parting. Zarah and I waited at the corner until Lindy let herself into home
halfway down the block.
“You can
do it Friday,” Zarah announced. “Mum’s taking me to the shops and dinner and a
film right after to school. You’ll be all alone for hours.”
* * *
I got back
from training a few minutes after four. Belinda was loitering near the Evans’
house.
“Is Z
home?” she asked for the benefit of the neighbors.
“I don’t
know, come in and see.”
As I
locked the door behind me Lindy grasped my waist.
“I’m so
excited,” she said. She took my hand and dragged me up the stairs to the top
floor of the house and my room. I dropped my gear and led her to the bed where
we sat down. I stroked her cheek and look into her eyes.
“Do you really
want to do this?” I asked. She nodded her assent.
“You’re a
very pretty girl.”
I kissed
her forehead gently and then around her large brown eyes.
“If it
starts to hurt or you want me to stop, tell me.”
I kissed
her on the mouth. I probed between her lips with my tongue. Hesitating at first
and then with more enthusiasm she responded, so that within a couple of minutes
our tongues were viciously dueling. Her tiny hand started rubbing my thigh
close to my hardening penis. I caressed her breasts through her top and bra.
They felt marvelously gooey. Zarah’s were small and hard but kneading Lindy’s
felt like soft dough.
I started
unbuttoning her shirt revealing a red, satiny bra with a little white rose
between the cups. I nestled my face in her cleavage and tried to peel back the
cups with my lips.
“Here,”
she said and unclasped the garment and pulled the straps from her shoulders. It
dropped in her lap.
I dove
into her breasts. She had huge chocolate aureoles and soft chips of nipples at
their centers. I licked and sucked them. Belinda smelt nice, a little of talc
and something flowery. I started kissing on the mouth again and kicked off my
shoes. My hand started rubbing her plump, jean-covered thighs. She was feeling
my hard-on.
“Can I see
it?” she asked.
“Let’s
take off our clothes,” I suggested. I started by standing and pulling off my
shirt and unbuckled my belt. I kicked off my pants and boxers. Belinda was
still sitting on them bed at looked at me awe. She had only taken off her shirt
and was had on her jeans and shoes. My hard-on swung like a dock-side derrick.
“It’s so
huge.”
I knelt
before her and untied the laces on her sneakers and pulled them off her feet. I
kissed her navel and unbuttoned her jeans and gently eased down her zipper.
When I pulled on the waistband she lifted herself. I tried to pull her panties
down with her pants but she wouldn’t let me. Once I got her pants off I lifted
her knees and laid her out across the bed. Still on my knees I started kissing
her all over, starting on her face, then her neck and swelled breasts, across
her stomach. The crotch of white panties was shadowed by her pubic hair and
tufts of it curled under the elastic.
Her aroma
was tantalizing. She was rich and musky, with a hint of spice. Lindy pulled me
toward her and lay down beside her on the narrow bed. She reached down and
clasped my erection while I kissed her neck.
“It’s so
big. It can’t fit inside me.”
“Yes it
can.”
I massaged
her breasts. Her nipples never became hard but the aureoles seemed to inflate.
I ran my hands over her belly and peeled back the waist of her panties. This
time she didn’t struggle but guided my hands over her hips and then kicked them
off her ankles.
Belinda
had a thick patch of wiry, black pubic hair. I ran my fingers through it and
lifted them to my nose. The pungent smell of her sex wafted through my
nostrils. I placed them between her legs and stroked the top of her thighs.
Reluctantly she spread her legs. While I couldn’t see I could feel thick
rubbery labia with my fingertips. She was moist and her lips parted. I wondered
what she tasted like. I probed her gash delicately till I felt my digits
moisten and then placed them in my mouth.
She was
salty like Zair, but there was a richness to her secretions.
“You taste
so good.”
“Do I?”
I stroked
the opening of her vaginal cavity again and this time pressed my fingers to her
lips. She sucked on them.
I kept on
massaging her sex. I placed an index finger all the way into her, then did the
same with two fingers. Her vagina was smooth and dilating with my touch. I
started kissing her again and then rolled on top of her. Belinda spread her
thighs and my prick rubbed against the cleft of her sex. I held the helmet at
her opening and slow eased it in.
Belinda
gasped when the swollen head pierced her nether lips. I waited a few seconds
for her to accommodate me. I could feel her relaxing around me and gradual I
pushed deeper into her. Half my cock was in her before I started to withdraw
and then pushed back into her.
“You feel
so big,” she whispered huskily.
“Does it
hurt?”
“A little…
but it feels so-sooo good.”
I marveled
of how it felt to me. Belinda’s cunt gripped me. It was hard to describe but it
felt entirely different than any I’d been in before. While she firmly clenched
the top half of my prick she was also soft in hold of me; for some reason I
think of over stuffed velvet cushions.
I started
fucking her slowly. At any moment I felt I could come but I wanted her to be
pleasured too. Belinda was relaxing from the initial nervousness and her vagina
was getting less constricted. She felt silky wet and I gently pushed more of my
length into.
“Aaarghh”
she groaned. I asked if she wanted me to stop. Her eyes were closed and her face
locked in a grimace, but she palmed my buttocks and pulled me in deeper. My
cockhead hit her cervix. Only the bottom inch of my erection wasn’t in her.
Belinda
used her grip on my ass to time my strokes. She wanted short little jabs—I only
withdrew an inch or so before she clutch my backside and plunge into her. Each
thrust ended with the head of prick bruising against her cervical rib. Her
hands conducted me into a faster rhythm and I was soon pummeling into her.
Lindy’s cheeks grew rosy and she started panting. I knew she was close and this
excited me even more.
“Ohhhhhhhhh…
Ohhhhhhhh… Yeaaaaaaaaaah…” Her body convulsed in a fit of passion and relaxed
beneath me. I slowed my thrusting but lengthened my stroke and came in her
luxurious folds. Her arms clasped round my waist holding me inside her, my
prick shrinking.
* * *
We dozed
off afterwards. I woke as Belinda was trying to out from under me.
“I have to
pee,” she said.
I rolled
off her. It was five thirty. I watched Belinda put on her shirt and then went
downstairs to the bathroom. She had smooth milk chocolate skin that was
unblemished. And a very shapely behind. June and Zarah wouldn’t be back until
at least nine. I set the alarm for eight-thirty and waited for Lindy to come
back. I couldn’t help thinking about what had just happened and the other women
I had sex with. I really couldn’t remember too much about how the girl in
“Hmmmm, is
that for me?”
She was
standing over the bed examining my erection. Her bush was just above my face, a
tangle of black wiry curls. I leaned up and kissed her thatch of hair.
“I’m still
a little gooey.”
My tongue
patted down her pubic hair and then around her labia. Lindy stepped back.
“I could
clean you up.”
She turned
up her nose.
“It’s just
our juices.”
“And I
want to fuck again.”
She lay
down on the bed beside me and reached for my hard-on.
“It’s so
big,” she observed. She pulled the foreskin back to reveal the head. I reach
over and palmed an ass cheek, pulling her closer. Lindy rolled on top of me and
her tits were in my face. I licked her nipples which perked up at my touch. My
hard-on pushed between her thighs between her buttocks.
Then Lindy
sat up and straddled me. She rose from her knees so my prick escaped the cleft
of her ass and flopped on my belly. Once again she peeled the foreskin back to
expose the purple glans, and then held it against her belly. Rising again she
placed the head between her labia and impaled herself on it. She was slick and
wet. Half of it easily entered her when she stopped lowering herself on to me.
“Push up,”
she ordered. I lifted my pelvis and my prick moved deeper into her. The head
clashed against her cervix and I stopped. An inch and half of my prick was
still outside her vagina.
“I can’t
fit all of you.”
I pulled
out a couple of inches and then slowly poked back till I hit the wall.
“Does it
hurt when I get all the way in?” I asked.
“It
tingles, kinda.”
She poised
rigid above me while I slowly humped her. Her cunt enveloped me but I slid in
and out easily. My prick was bent back which sort of desensitized it. I felt I
could fuck all day without coming.
After a
while Belinda leaned forward and placed her hands on my sternum. “Lie still.
I’ll fuck you for a while.”
Which she
did. She rode me faster using my chest as leverage to grind down on my dick.
Her breasts bounced above my head and I reached for them and pinched each
nipple between my thumb and index finger. She squirmed with delight and told me
to squeeze them harder. She fucked harder and faster.
“I… I… I…
think… I’m… I’m… ka… ka… cum… cum… ming,” she gasped and collapsed on top of
me. I stroked her back and held her tightly. Slowly she regained her breath. I
was still hard and inside her. I could feel her vagina relaxing around me.
After a
few minutes I clasped a buttock in each hand and sat up, lifting her. Getting
my feet on the floor I stood, carrying her with my prick pressing against her
cervical ridge. Gently I lay her ass down on my dresser. She lay on her back
across its width with head pressed against the wall. I pulled almost completely
out of her and then plunged my thing as far as I could. And then again, and
again. Hard and fast.
“Oh yeh!...
oh yeh” Lindy repeated.
The height
of the dresser was just right. Lindy’s head banged knocked against the wall
with each thrust. She didn’t seem to care. She was sopping wet and fluids oozed
around my cock and stuck to curly hairs on my thighs.
“Harder,”
she urged between pants.
I was
about to come, and told her so. Her thighs locked around my waist and her
ankles kicked my backside. Her public patch glistened and I started to climax,
creaming her insides. I could feel my come blasting into her.
I was
stupefied for a few seconds and then pulled my gooey cock out of her. It slid
out reluctantly and with a faint plop when the bulbous head exited. Belinda was
covered in sweat and glistened, and she quivered on the dresser top. I picked
her up and lay her on the bed and nestled down beside her.
Stroking
her face I asked “How do feel?”
“All gummy
inside… kinda of queasy but in a nice way.”
“I love
the way I feel inside you.”
“I love
the way you feel inside me… I feel so full with you in me.” She reached down
and pulled my languid dick. “Can we do it again?”
I looked
at the alarm. It was barely six o’clock so we still had a couple of more hours.
I didn’t know, however, whether I could get it up so quickly.
“Why don’t
we take a shower?” I asked.
“Together?”
She looked incredulously.
“Sure.”
We were
both sweaty, and juices and come splattered all over us. I led her down the
stairs to the bathroom. It took a couple of minutes for the hot water to start
running and while she ran her hand through the stream I stroked back her matted
hair. She was a curvy nubile young think, just a little plump in a nice way.
When the
water was warm we got in the bathtub. I soaped up a washcloth and started to
clean her, starting with her face, over her shoulders and her plush back. I
placed her under the shower and rinsed of the suds.
“Turn
around,” I directed her and started washing her front. Her heavy breasts were
taut with youth. When the cloth ran over them they quivered. I soaped her arms
and then rinsed her again.
“Now the
bottom.”
I soaped
up the washrag and started at the front. Carefully I cleaned our secretions
from her pubic area and the top her thighs. I washed all the way down to her
feet and made her turn around so I could soap the backs of her legs and
glorious ass. I pulled apart her buttocks and admire her perky arsehole.
Daringly I ran the cloth over it and inserted the tip of finger. Startled she
jumped back under the shower head. Still on my knees I followed, kissing her
backside on both cheeks. She revolved and now her thick thatch of public hair
became the object of my lips. I kissed the top of her sex and flicked my tongue
over her clitoris.
“Your
turn,” she said.
She had to
get on tippy-toes to reach my neck and shoulders—I’m kind of tall and lanky.
First she washed my back from top to bottom and had me turn around. Then she
cleaned my front. She was particularly thorough with my groin. She weighed my
balls in one hand and cleaned the area behind them. Then she peeled back my
foreskin and scrubbed the skin. I started to harden with her touch and Belinda
giggled. My stiffening penis was white with soap suds and bubbles. Belinda
wiped down my thighs and shins and was methodical in cleaning between my toes.
While she was doing this my semi-erection swung over her head. She directed to
rinse off.
Still on
her knees she checked her handiwork.
“Mmmmmm,”
she judged, “I think it needs more cleaning.” The she swallowed my prick. All
of it in one fell swoop. It easily fitted in mouth and down her throat. Her
lips pressed into my pubes and her eyes beamed up at me. Her mouth and tongued
pulsed along the rapidly growing length of penis. She hummed for a few seconds
and the vibrations reverberated through my piece of meat. She breathed deeply
through her nostrils and hummed again. How she didn’t gag was beyond me but I
was hard in minute.
Her mouth
released me and she stood up and leaned against the stall wall. Her round
buttocks faced me. I pressed my hard-on into the crease between them. Reaching
between her legs Lindy directed the tip to her pussy lips. I slid into her as
far as I could. Her cheeks seemed to squeeze my balls when I pounded into her.
I gripped as much of her tits that I could in each hand. As I fucked she pushed
back into me. I guess it was the angle but I didn’t hit her cervical bone in
this position. I glided smoothly in and out of her. Our movements syncopated so
that I was almost completely out of her when we push our bodies back together.
Her labia seem to unfurl my foreskin.
Then
Belinda started playing with her clitoris. I could feel her fingertips brushing
against my thrusting cock. She quivered and spasmed with orgasms. I could feel
my own climax swelling up from my balls. I started biting her neck and shoulder
trying to hold back. Lindy started to slip on the wet tile but I held her up by
squeezing her boobs. Spurts of semen exploded from me and she let out an
anguished cry as she felt the hot seed spill inside her.
We slipped
down the cold porcelain floor of the tub and collapsed into a heap. As we did
so my cock slid out of her. The water from the shower head turned lukewarm and
then frigid; we’d used all in the hot water tank. Both of us started shivering.
I reached up and turned off the taps.
While we
toweled each other off gook dribbled down Lindy’s thigh. She started to dab it
with the corner of her towel.
“Let me do
that,” I offered.
“What?”
I was
already on my knees pressing my face between her legs. I swiped the streak of sticky
fluid with my tongue and traced it to the source between her plump thighs.
“That’s
sick,” exclaimed Lindy, “It’s so… dirty.”
Pausing
from my work I said, “It’s just our juices.” I pressed my face back into her
muff.
Her scent
was rich and musky and her pubic hair thick and twisted. I could feel her lips
part with excitement as I kissed them and probed between them with the tip of
my tongue. I could taste her the saltiness of her newfound arousal mixing with
the richer brine of my own come. I began to lap the exterior of her sex and the
excess that seeped from it.
“Sit
down,” I asked her. Belinda was already weakening at the knees and sat on the
lid of the commode. Now her sex presented itself directly to my face. I hooked
her short thighs over my shoulders and dove into her labia and licked slowly up
her cleft. Her thighs locked around my ears holding me against her sex. I
reached her clit and began to tongue it. She squirmed on the toilet seat.
“Put your
finger in.”
I placed
my left thump against her lips and pushed. It slid in easily. While still
swishing her button I rotated my thumb around the inner circumference of her
vagina. Belinda shook slightly when I inserted an index finger which probed
deeper into her. I felt a ridge on the roof of her canal and honed in on it.
When I touched part of it the area seemed to… exhale.
“Do you
like that spot?”
“Yeah… rub
it some more” she replied between gritted teeth.
I
continued to focus on the sensitive spot with my fingers while continuing to
tease her clit. Every time I reach the highest point of the ridge Belinda would
shake rapturously and more fluid would gush over my digits.
“More
fingers,” she urged.
I abided
to her request, first adding my middle finger into her cunt. My fingers and
thumb formed a vertical wedge the slotted into her cleft. The top of my index
finger ran along the ridge and she trembled as each time I extended all the way
in. I gave my mouth a break and just fucked her with my hand for a while.
Experimenting
I squeezed my ring finger into her. The wedge got wider as my thumb pressed
against the back of middle finger. I could bend my thumb knuckle engorging my
presence inside her. Lindy’s hips started rising in time to my hand’s movement
in-and-out of her. She was starting to have mini-orgasms and her torso was
flushing beneath her mocha skin. I pressed my lips around her clit and started
toying with the button. She gripped my hair holding me firmly against her and I
stroked and bit her clitoris faster and with random abandon while my hand moved
quicker and rhythmically.
“Ohhhhhh…
Ohhhhhh… Ohhhhhh…” she panted, “Aaaaaah… Aaaaaah… Mmmmmm… fukkkkk... fukkkkk..
kkiinn… cummmm… cummmm… ENGGGG!”
She shoved
me away and I almost fell back over my heels.
“FUCK,”
she shouted, “Fuck you Holden. You make me come so fucking good.”
She
wrapped the towel around her exposed body.
“Should I
say I’m sorry for making you feel good?” I asked.
Belinda
stood up and looked like she was about to cry. I got up and stood behind her,
wrapping my arms around her waist just under her towel-clad bosom.
“What’s
the matter?”
She
sniffled. “You make me feel so good…” she tried to explain.
“I don’t
get it.”
“Zair
said…” Lindy paused. “Zair said I could only be with you this one time.”
“Zarah
doesn’t own me.” I thought for a second; I didn’t want to create a schism here
between the two teenagers. “Anyways, there’ll be other boys…”
“Not like
you. You the only one who’s every made me feel good.”
“Other men
will Lindy, others will too.”
I kissed the
nape of her neck. I squeezed by limp cock against her buttocks. I wanted to
fuck her one more time to make her feel good, but I couldn’t get it up. Belinda
was still upset—hormones!—and left for home shortly afterwards. I watched some
t.v. and waited for Zarah and June Evans to get home. I knew I needed to talk
with Zarah alone the first chance I got.
* * *
It wasn’t
until a couple of days later that I was able to corner Zarah and have a talk
with her. She got upset when I told her I wouldn’t mind sleeping with Belinda,
or someone else for that matter. It was a delicate situation: I didn’t want
Zarah to get overly-attached to me, nor did I want to get her so upset that she
did something rash like tell her mother about us. Luckily she had talked to
Belinda, and also believed me when I told her I wanted to keep fucking her;
that made her smile. Truth told I loved the feeling of having my dick deep
inside her friend, but in some ways Zarah was a more enthusiastic lover and had
a better personality. Lindy was a bit moody.
As it
turned out things got a little more complicated. I did fuck Zarah two or three
more times when she got out of school and her mother was still out of work. We
couldn’t risk Zarah sneaking upstairs in the middle of the night ‘cause she got
pretty loud having sex. I also got to spend a couple of hours one evening with
Belinda. I fucked her twice on her little cot surrounded by a herd of stuffed
animals. The image of her straddling me, her heavy firm tits swinging from side
with dick stuffed into is indelibly etched in my memory.
But the
interest in my playing ability was growing and Zarah’s sister came home from
university so it was harder for us to be alone. But it also meant that I had
more time around the house with Zarah’s older sister Claire.