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Thank you for your consideration. ------------------------------------------------------ I Don't SWIM Out To Troopships Anymore By W.R. Jenkins (wrjenkins@hotmail.com) *** More Stories by this author can be found at: ftp:/ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/WRJenkins/ *** Okay. That's a misnomer. I never did seek out the troops. But it captures the spirit of my tale. Once upon a time I had to make the effort to find men, but now all I have to do is stand still. But enough of this gossip, let me tell my story. My friends tell me I was never an awkward teenager. If that is their perception, I'm glad I was able to pull it off. I felt like an awkward teenager- unsure, always sure someone would see through my front, always watching the others to get a clue how to behave. I think they were just lost in the same confusion and, like me, tended to think everyone else had the answers they were trying so desperately to find. I think I was just more afraid of seeming awkward and that made me seem aloof and scornful. That was certainly the reason the boys saw me as a challenge. Boys have it so much easier. They don't have the decisions. Maybe it's harder to adhere to the code, but they all know what it is. And it is the same regarding girls and sports-score. I think the boy's pecking order made it easier on me. I was lucky that the first boy to seriously pursue me was a junior, successful athlete and cool guy with a car. Billy was probably the best catch a freshman girl could land. At least in that narrow world of high school. He was a blue chip on the social scene and surprisingly patient with my 14-year-old nervousness. I realize now that he was probably as nervous as I was and probably as virginal. He didn't even try to touch my emerging breasts until the third date and then it was just a tentative rub over my sweater as we kissed goodnight. I was ready for more. I had been wrestling with the decision to go all the way since he first asked me out and I was ready to surrender everything else but willingly until I decided whether he would be my first. At that point my sexual imaginings hadn't included oral sex. The thought that we would put our mouths- down there- hadn't been in the facts of life book I was operating from. As it turned out, that was all that Billy was willing to risk. He said it was a matter of respect for me, but I think he was afraid I'd get pregnant and make him marry me. Once he saw I wasn't going to fight him, he accelerated his attentions. After our fourth date we parked and I let him work his way from over sweater to under sweater and then capped the evening by unsnapping my bra so he could touch bare tit. He didn't seem interested in me touching him and as a lowly 14-year-old I just sat and kissed and let him touch me. I didn't know the prevailing code at my school required going steady to give up bare tit, but Billy took care of that on our next date. He gave me his ring when he got to my house so I could have it on a chain around my neck for our date. This was a BIG Friday night date and he wanted me to be able to show off my trophy before we got down to our now legitimized groping in his car later. This was the big compliments, swearing love date with a plea to go in the back seat. I didn't know any better. I was still waiting for him to want to go all the way and now I had the ring I felt kind of obligated to say yes. But I was way ahead of Billy. He just wanted to take my sweater off and pull my bra up so he could look at my tits while he touched them. He did lay over me so I could feel his hardness between my legs, but we just necked as he manipulated my breasts. He did break new ground by kissing my breasts tentatively just before he sat up with a harried, confused look and said he better take me home. Better for whom? I was ready to DO IT. I was frustrated. Even his pathetic attempts at kissing my nipples had me on fire and his hardness just a few layers of clothes away had left a wet spot in my underpants. I had my hand on myself as I scampered up the stairs and it took me about half a dozen strokes of my fingers to give me release after I flopped on my bed. Maybe I was different- strange. Some girls said they didn't like it. Some girls despised boys for trying. Here I was afraid of being a slut because I wanted to hurry Billy up and I knew that only a slut would give more than the boy wanted. But I wanted more. Billy had left me uncomfortably agitated. I didn't know what to do, but I knew I wanted more. My friend Terri came to my rescue. She didn't tell me what to do, but she gave me an idea. When I talked to Billy, I played the frightened freshman. I told him how jealous my friends were of the ring he gave me and that I was afraid that they would try to win him away from me. I told him I was just a kid and he was so much more experienced, but I wanted to make sure I was as good to him as anyone else could be. He assured me he was happy with me and that I could trust him. I really couldn't push it, but I hoped that I had planted a seed. Every time I could work it in our conversations the rest of the week, I told him I wanted to give him something special. During the week, we didn't have enough time alone for more than a little petting, but I was hoping that this Friday would be the big day. I think Billy got a little help from 'the guys' during the week. And from what I know about boys, that entails a report back. I know Billy looked a little hunted on our date. Expectations were hanging heavy on his shoulders and I hoped that would work in my favor. Taking me to a school dance worked for me, too. The guys got to encourage Billy all night with their adolescent rude comments and I got more ammunition for my claim that I had to move quick to keep my man. Really, it was touching that Billy was so concerned about me as a person, but as a person I wanted this- I wanted it bad. I guess that makes me the one treating him like a piece of meat, but at least I gave him, the person, chance after chance to be my piece of meat. It was still a world where only the most confident girl felt she could choose her men and that wasn't me. Billy chose me and I tried to get what I needed from him. I was at least that loyal. After the dance I was expecting great things. I still couldn't picture how the whole sex thing should go, but I thought this was the night I would fill in the holes in my knowledge. Billy was more nervous that night than I have ever seen him before or since. We cruised the parking spots like he was afraid to stop. I think the guys had told him they were going to watch him tonight. I asked him what he was doing and he said the places were too crowded. Well, I had the answer for that one. There was a little dirt road by my house. It went between houses and had little spurs off it to some of the houses on my block. We had a shed in the back and his car would nestle right up there out of sight of everyone. He relaxed a little when he saw how secluded it really was, even being in my back yard and all. He still looked scared to touch me, but I think he felt safe from discovery. I wanted to go right into the back seat and Billy wanted to talk. We compromised by talking on the lawn beside the shed. He said he liked me a lot but that he felt bad going so fast with a girl so young. He knew the other boys were jealous too, just like I had said the girls were. He thought it was wrong to feel so nervous about it and would like to just do things that felt comfortable. If (if?) it felt right we could do stuff, but he wanted it to feel right and not just be what other people expected. I told him how I had felt that last Friday and he was silent. I think I shocked him with my honesty. I told him that was uncomfortable too and he laughed and confided that he did the same thing when he got home. Then why can't we do that together, I asked. This was one of the first times we had talked person to person and Billy really relaxed. He told me he liked me even more right them because I was so 'neat'. I figured that was a good time to strike. I told him how much I still wanted this night to be special and that we could just make up a story to tell everyone else. We could do whatever we wanted together and then tell people whatever we wanted. It was like us against them. He liked the privacy of that. We went in the shed instead of his car. It was dark inside and we could block the door from the inside. There was even a big old chair for us to cuddle in. I felt safe enough to take off all my clothes but my shoes and socks and I talked Billy into taking off his shirt and pulling his pants down. It was finally the kind of necking I had dreamed of. We fit together in the chair, barely, pressed together along our lengths of naked skin. He was afraid to turn and face me unless his dick would somehow find its way inside me, so I turned sideways to him as we kissed and he fondled my breasts. He jumped when I finally got my hand on a real, live actual boy's dick for the first time, but I wasn't about to give up my prize. When he tried to move my hand, I put his in my crotch and went right back to it. It seemed like he had fingered a girl before. At least he was good at it. I was hoping that I was doing right by him as I explored his cock with my fingers. "You'll have to show me how to do it," I told him, admitting it was the first male organ I had ever held. "You're doing fine," he encouraged, "Just keep touching it and it'll be great." Our kissing had disintegrated from our need to pant, but the real mutual genital stimulation was more than a good substitute. I was taken aback when Billy said he wanted to kiss me. I was confused when he started moving away from me after he said it. He laid me in the chair and moved down my body, taking away my toy. That was my introduction. As I said, it was something that hadn't occurred to me. I was going to protest his kissing me where I pee, but before I could get the words out, his lips touched me. Then his tongue. That froze the words in my throat. I wanted more. I liked it. It made me cum. It made me cum better than I could do it myself. At first he was afraid he was hurting me, but I breathlessly assured him that stopping him was the last thing on my mind. I begged him to keep it up and thanked him endlessly as he used his mouth on me. I asked him to do it to me then, but he declined. I asked him how I could return the favor and he tried to get me to jack him off. I had no objection to that, but I felt like I owed him more for introducing me to oral sex. When I got him to sit in the chair, I took the same approach as he had and knelt to kiss his dick. When he saw I was set on this course, he began to suggest how I could better please him. He was timid suggesting I take it in my mouth, but once I had tried it I saw my course at once. It was an interesting feeling to have his largeness filling my mouth. He was warm and an exciting mixture of soft over solid. He was a living thing in my mouth and my enjoyment was only increased by his sighs and moans of pleasure as I played with his cock in my mouth. I sucked it by blind instinct, slowly like a popsicle. He urged me with fingers gentle in my hair and I moved faster at their guidance. He made a cry of warning, but I didn't understand. The first spurt was disgusting-I had the instant impression of him spitting into my mouth. It gagged me and I was still frozen from the shock when the next spurt came hard on the heels of the first. I was pulling away when the third flood shot into my mouth and I that one didn't seem so bad. His semen was beginning to pool and run down along my tongue to my lips and I found I could contain his eruptions as long as they didn't hit the back of my throat. I didn't want to seem like a quitter, so I opened my lips to let the pool leak out and sucked him again. There wasn't much more shooting out. He was calling me all sorts of nice things as he relaxed flung back in the chair and then he tried to lift me up. I asked him if that was okay and he said it was more than that- it was great. He told me that most girls take their mouths off before the sperm shoots out and just jack it off. He liked it better the way I did it. I told him how it gagged me at first, but that I thought I had figured out a way that I could do it better the next time. He said we should try to do it to each other at the same time, but another night. He was worried someone would miss us and come looking. We were pretty much naked but I felt safe in the shed. If anyone came to the small window it would pretty much block out the only light that seeped inside and they wouldn't be able to see anything- besides giving us a warning. But his car was outside and there was no need to tempt fate on this night. I did have him go outside- after he dressed of course- and try the window. I posed in the chair with my legs spread wide towards the window and waited for the light to black out. I gave him a minute and then pulled on my clothes and met him outside. "That's spooky," he said, "I knew you were in the chair, but I still couldn't make out anything I could recognize. I moved around trying to trick the light, but I couldn't make anything out- not body part, not nothing." We decided that made it a perfect meeting place, but we'd have to find some place to put his car that would confuse the issue. I think we were both excited for our own selfish reasons, but our selfish reasons had to do with each other. I was glad I had a guy to do me and he was glad he had a girl to do him. It was a real chaste kiss at the door, considering how we were kissing before, but somehow that felt so grown up. We said good-bye quickly and then each rushed off to their own reliving of the night. I fingered myself to the memory of kissing his cock and came as I recalled the feel of his seed choking me. I only told Terri what had happened and I didn't tell her every detail- like where we went. I did tell her all about him kissing me down there and what it felt like to have a boy's thing in your mouth. She told me she'd heard about that from some of the older girls. They said boys liked it better than sex and it was easier to do it to them. She had been thinking about trying it herself to keep from having to go all the way with her boyfriend. She asked me all about how I did it and we promised to compare notes every time either of us did it again. We'd try stuff and trade secrets until we were the best. Looking back, I am amazed at my fortune to be chosen by Billy. There were no untoward looks in the halls from boys or the other girls. No rumors reached back to me that Billy had been boasting his luck. In fact, the 'hot girls' still treated me like a little girl, which I took with a knowing smile. Billy and I decided that we didn't have to wait until Friday to get together again. We could still go out on dates, but we could meet for half an hour or so to try out our new treat during the week without any one suspecting. He came over that night and we snuck out to the shed. We tipped the chair over and put its cushion in line with its back already naked and ready to play. Billy laid down first and told me to squat over his face. When I bent over to kiss his dick, he slid his tongue way up inside me. I didn't think anything could get so deep inside, but my wonder quickly dissolved in the incredible feelings his tongue was giving me. In a strange way it made me want his dick in my mouth all the more. He made me cum twice before he pumped his semen in my mouth. I swallowed it this time and we quickly dressed, kissed good-bye and went home like nothing had happened. Billy never did want anything more than to eat me and have me suck his dick. And, as these things happen, we finally decided to break up. It was a good split. It made both sets of parents happy and we never forgot our friendship. And we never told anyone about the shed. That was because Billy never stopped coming over for a quick naked half hour with me until he graduated, not matter who we were seeing at the time. It didn't count. It wasn't a relationship, we were reliving memories- old friend stuff. I know I never felt guilty, but that would have been easy no matter what I was doing behind Will's back. Will was a jerk. I think he was having some kind of contest with Billy that Billy didn't know about. Will came on nice as pie, but from our first date he kept trying to get me to go all the way with him. I had been looking for someone to relieve me of my virginity, but I immediately knew it wouldn't be Will. It would make him too proud and he was a jerk. I let him grope me and I think I gave him one hand job, but as soon as Eric seemed interested I dropped Will like a bad habit. Eric was a smoothy as well, but at least he was classy about it. I talked to Billy about him and Billy said he really was a nice guy, he just got all these ideas about how to treat women from men's magazines. I even asked Billy if I should do it with Eric and he said Eric would be noble about it and it would probably be okay. He didn't think Eric would keep it a secret, but he thought he'd be too cool to release details. Keeping Billy as my friend was one of the (few) smart things I did in my life. The trump card for Eric was that his parents were too snooty to run around checking on him and they had a pool house where we could sneak off and be alone together. I really wanted my first time to go smoothly and by now I'd given up the romantic notion of picking someone special to be my first. I was hooked on practicality after my first two tries. Of course, nothing went as planned. Eric had this champagne seduction planned with me dressed in one of his mother's peignoirs and he got busted. His dad noticed the champagne was missing about ten minutes after Eric had lifted it and he went looking for it. He knew a seduction den when he saw it- after all they were his men's magazines- and he took away Eric's toys. Fortunately I wasn't there yet and when I arrived Mr. Foster took us aside and told us he knew what was up. He didn't want to trouble his wife with it, but he thought it best if he took me home and we had a talk. It is the only time I can remember my parents having good timing. They were out for the night, so I listened to Mr. Foster knowing he wasn't going to be able to tell my folks. Of course that was a short term solution, but it was better than none. But Mr. Foster wasn't threatening to tell my parents. He was having a calm discussion about the perils of teen-age sex and precautions. It seemed his favorite point was that teenagers were inexperienced, clumsy and prone to mistakes. A girl shouldn't evaluate sex based on them, it could be quite fine when done properly. His real point didn't even occur to me until there was an awkward pause after he had seen me into my house and found no one home. Then I knew what he was telling me. If I wanted it done right, he knew how better than Eric. He was very smooth about it and I could have just ignored him, but his little talk had me thinking. I asked him to stay a moment until I checked the house to give me a minute to think. As soon as I did that, I didn't need the time anymore. This was ultimately practical. I didn't pick Eric because of any special affection I had for him, I picked him because I thought he would finally do it with me. Now all I had to find out was if Mr. Foster was really ready to do it or just a talker. I asked him to help me look around and got him up to my bedroom. Then I put my hands on his chest and told him what I was thinking. I think I scared him at first- like I had stepped out of a fantasy and startled him. I told him he could trust me- I couldn't very well tell Eric I had let his old man be the first and I hadn't given up on Eric. He didn't say yes and he didn't say no. But when I opened his pants and took out his penis, he started to undress me. He was a careful and considerate lover, making sure I was very aroused before he even proposed putting his dick in me. He seemed surprised and then impressed when I asked to suck his cock and then did. He told me I was very good at it, but seemed pretty anxious to put his dick in my other end. He lay down and then told me to climb over him so I would be in control of how much I wanted to do and when. His cock felt soooo good as it forced my lips open and got that little bit inside, but then it hit the resistance and I got ready for the pain everybody told me about. It wasn't a big deal. Maybe older men do know how to make it easy or maybe I was just ripe. I'm not saying it didn't hurt, but not much more than a shot does- you know one prick and it's over. It was more uncomfortable to feel him fill me up as I slid down on his dick. You have to get used to that feeling. I didn't have long to get used to it because Mr. Foster took his dick right out of me. I was crushed. Billy made me feel better than that. But when he saw my disappointment, Mr. Foster quickly explained he was going to put it back in me. He had put his naked prick in me so I would have the real feel the first time, but he had to put on a rubber now before we had some of those complications he had told me about in the car. That was a relief. He let me put the rubber on for him and then asked me how I wanted him to do me. Did I want to be on top or in the normal position or on my hands and knees or side or what? I knew I wouldn't be too good at being on top because I would forget to move when I came. Other than that I had no opinion. He said maybe we should start at the beginning with the basics and had me lay on my back. It wasn't that much easier for him to get inside of me without that troublesome hymen in the way. He still felt way big for my tiny pussy and the rubber made him seem all the huger. But at some point he hit something in there that made me think of other things. It was like a warmness spreading through me from my pussy out to the rest of my body. I still had this feeling of fullness- like after Thanksgiving, but I was getting warm and juicy. Then he fucked me. That other stuff was nothing. I had been wasting 90% of my concern on 10% of the fucking. When he started moving that thing in and out of me, everything changed. All the subtle little feelings of warmth and fullness disappeared behind the big feeling of him rubbing that dick in and out of my cunt. I didn't have to pay close attention to the nuances- my pussy was beating me over the head with big, twitching feelings. And I got used to that full feeling about a second after he started to pull his dick back. I missed it immediately and wanted it again and again and again. I know that his filling me up was just as important as the rubbing on my clit he was doing as he fucked me. Or what I thought was fucking me. Mr. Foster changed the whole landscape again when he really got into it. He had been giving me this long, slow, steady stuff creeping up a little in pace as he went, but then he broke into really giving it to me. His butt was a bobbin' up and down as he rammed in and out of me like a piston. I wasn't taking notes on the experience anymore. My thoughts were like- Oh god! Jesus, oh my, unh unh unh, as he pumped into me and made me come. It was a real blast of an orgasm and I was twitching and flailing and bouncing all over the bed as he kept feeding me this dick. It seemed to last like a hundred times longer than one I gave myself and he was still fucking me when I was done. I think that was for show. He had been making some pretty loud noises while I was kicking and bouncing my way through my climax, so I think he came sometime in there. But he fucked me a while and then slowed down and slowly, grudgingly pulled his dick out of me bit by bit until it fell out. I think he was realizing it was the last time he'd get his dick in that pussy and was trying to make the most of it. I told him that he had been right and that it was a good experience with him and he seemed really complimented. He told me he had been happy to do it. Before he could remind me to keep quiet about it, I told him I knew the score and that Eric wouldn't like it any more than his wife- or my father- would. Maybe Eric couldn't do anything, but I had no reason to tattle. He decided that Eric would have to plan his seduction another night and that he would have to talk to the boy. Then he asked me to tell him how it went with Eric. Like when the kid got the balls to try again and if he had any idea what he was doing. Eric began to pale at that moment. He wasn't as impressive a catch as Billy had been to my inexperienced eyes. He was still a good pairing, socially, but I had already gotten what I really wanted from him. I began to wish I could get rid of him now. That was not possible. It would raise too many questions. I might be able to tell him his dad scared me off, but then I would make an enemy. I decided I had to go through with it with Eric at least once. He asked me how it went at school the next day and I gave him the short version. His dad wasn't real preachy but he talked my ear off all the way home. Eric smiled and told me that was the way his dad was. He had gotten the 'ruin your life' speech about getting girls in trouble. He said we had probably burned out the pool house for a while. Maybe sometime when he was sure they would be out, but for now we had to think of something else. That was music to my ears. I knew Eric despised people that humped in the confines of their cars, so I figured I wouldn't have to do it for a while. I knew I wasn't going to tell him about the shed at my house. I had sold Eric short. He was a pretty resourceful guy and a lot of guys owed him favors. He apologized for not being able to 'do it right', but one of his friends had a sister that was grown and in college and her playhouse was still in the backyard. We could go there and be alone. That was his story. The playhouse was nice enough. I liked the way Jamie's sister had decorated it. It was too small for adult to stand in, but there was enough floor space to lay down. I was a little nervous because it was pretty close to the house, but Eric and I sat there and necked for a while and I began to relax. He was far from the lover his dad had been, but he was patient and went slow from touching my breasts and pussy through my clothes to undressing me piece by piece. He got me totally naked before he undressed and let me see his penis for the first time. I had stroked him through his pants, but he hadn't wanted me to put my mouth on it before he had 'done it the regular way'. He rubbed my pussy with his fingers, letting the middle one slide up and down my slot until he thought I felt wet enough and then he got over me to put his dick in me. I don't think he was a virgin either. He opened me with his fingers so he could put his cock in the right place and made sure it was going in my vagina before he leaned over me to fuck me. He told me how special it felt to slide inside me for the first time and said he would remember that forever. He held it all the way in me for a time like he was memorizing it and then kissed me before he started to move. He started up pretty fast and I suddenly realized he was riding me bareback. I asked him about protection and he said he'd take care of that before he came. That scared me stiff and he got grumpy that I wasn't responding and pulled out to put on a rubber. I told him I was sorry, but I was scared and he said it was all right, he understood. I tried to make it up to him by being active when he put it back in me. Maybe that was the problem, because grunted and came just as I was getting excited. He didn't fuck on like his dad and I tried to pretend he had been good for me when he pulled his dick out. That was when I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. Eric was pretty proud of himself, so it was easy to tell him it had been good. It was also easy to watch the window out of the corner of my eye to see who had been peeping at us. We got dressed right away, but Eric want to neck some more. I guess it was something the magazines recommended- post-coital tenderness. While we were kissing I got a glimpse of Jaime at the window. It made sense since it was his yard and it wasn't much of a leap to think Eric might have made a deal that Jamie could watch if we could use the playhouse. Eric did get better. We probably succeeded in fucking four or five more times and he made me come most of them. After the first time he also let me suck him off whenever we couldn't find a place to be alone. He never put his mouth on me, but he was good at satisfying me with his fingers, and that was all right. But now I had a reputation. Eric would allow that he had 'tagged' me and of course Jaime was spreading it around. The 'bad' girls were treating me with some respect and the boys thought I was a hot property- freshman and all. The situation pointed up one of the deceits of high school. I was marked as a girl 'who did' but there wasn't a big line of boys waiting to take me out. They all said they wanted it, but they were pretty shy about going where they knew they could get it. I had to finally break out of my passive mode and go after them. I still can't explain why I felt the need, but maybe it was expecting to be mobbed and then getting no one. And maybe I felt a little like a hunter in view of their timidity. I got Jamie first. I was real subtle indicating that I knew he was watching, but he got the message. I was just as subtle with the blackmail, but he got that message as well. For someone getting what boys said they wanted, he was sure nervous. I let him pick a time when his parents were away even, but it didn't calm him down. I could only surmise he was afraid of me. I know now he probably hadn't ever done it and he knew I had and was afraid I'd unmask him somehow. I made him get undressed first since I was in control and then I showed him what a naked 14-year-old looks like from inside the window. His nerves didn't affect his ability to get a hardon, fortunately. I was afraid to play with it much for fear it would go off, but I had to for Terri's sake. After all, fair is fair and if Jamie got to watch me get laid it was only fair my friend should get to watch too. I was afraid to kiss his dick, but I promised him I would after he 'did it'. Then I made him kiss my pussy. I told him to close his eyes and stick out his tongue and I would take care of the rest. I wanted his eyes closed so Terri could get a good look at him licking my slit and I gave it to her. I smiled at her as I grabbed Jamie by the hair and worked his tongue up and down my crack. She smiled back. It was pretty good and I was ready for something more when I told Jamie I was ready for him to do it. He shouldn't have been so nervous because he was lucky I knew what we were doing. I had my knees up to guide him between them and I reached down to make sure he found the hole. He pushed in real slow like he was still scared, but once he was in all the way he smiled. He had gotten that far- he had done it. I told him he was real big and not to move a lot at first until I got used to it. It was all lies, but I was trying to keep him from cumming right away. I didn't expect him to last long enough for me to cum, but I did want the feel for a little bit before he shot his wad. That was because Jamie was luckier than he knew. I was letting him fuck me bareback. It would be the first time I felt a real dick fuck me right to the end and the first time I felt the cum squirt out inside me and then seep out afterwards. I was real regular with my period and I knew this was a safe day- for sure I would know in a day or two when my period should start. Jamie was real good and just moved the slightest bit until I told him I was ready. Then he was a little awkward until he found the stroke. They don't call it doin' what comes naturally for nothing. As he got more and more excited, his strokes got better and better, straighter and straighter and then harder and harder. I had been wrong about Jamie. Maybe his nerves slowed him down. I threw my legs over his back and pulled him to me as he started to fuck me faster. I came even before he got to top speed. I was trying to help him the way he was helping me as I thrashed though my climax. I was done before he came, but I was still glowing and glad to feel his injection in my heated cunt. I almost forgot to notice how it felt, but afterwards I remembered pretty well anyway. Jamie wasn't nervous then. He was so pumped up that he wanted to chatter. I made him get off me so I could feel the cum leak out of me and then let him talk. Generally he was pretty pleased with the way it went. He said that about a hundred ways in his enthusiasm and I finally decided I would have to shut him up. I reminded him I had promised to kiss his dick and he quieted down to watch me do it. It gave Terri a good view too. She had gone to the other window to watch his butt drive his dick into me and now that was the right view for her to watch me crouch over Jamie and suck his dick. He and she were facing the same way and it was unlikely that Jamie was going to look over his head while I was doing this fascinating thing to his dick. I used all my tricks as a demo for Terri and Jamie didn't complain once. I made him cum again, but I pulled off after the first spurt so Terri could see the geyser. I kissed it a little afterwards in apology, but Jamie had no complaints. He liked me a lot after that. He didn't try to follow me or beg me to do it again, but he hung around and watched me and I was sure he wouldn't be shy if I asked him again. I thought I'd fuck him again sometime, but it just never happened. I guess we just never had the right timing. That's a shame because he was one of the good ones. Of course, I didn't feel the least bit guilty in having Terri watch. It wasn't a biggie. Eric dried up in the summer, going off on vacations and camps and the like. That let me scour the city for more boys that might give me what I liked. I was pretty comfortable in the role of hunter now and I had learned how to stalk guys and then make it seem like it was their idea to go after me. My problem was I was still considered jail bait even though I had turned 15. That was a good thing (I guess) when I met Robbie. Robbie didn't go to my school. I don't think Robbie went to any school. I think he was 18 because he was real interested in how old I was. I told him the truth because I looked like a kid even if I was getting to be pretty well-developed. He told me the only way I could get away with a lie was if I dressed like a whore and told people I was 15. They'd figure I was scamming them and was really older. He was full of stuff like that which was fascinating to a little white girl from a middle-class suburban school. He wasn't sure he wanted anything to do with me, but he was interested. I think the thing that put me over the top was I was honest with him. I didn't give him a lot of bullshit about who I was or what I wanted him for. He was honest right back. He didn't need problems. I was trouble, but at the same time I was interesting. How many little rich kids were going to want to fuck him in his lifetime? All things being equal he'd do me in a minute, but he had to consider possible repercussions. I talked him into letting me blow him as a test drive and I guess he liked that enough to take the chance. Now I mentioned that my youth was a good thing. That's taking in the broad picture. My summer wouldn't have been as memorable if I was18 like Robbie. Because I was a kid, he said he couldn't take chances. Not even chances on a rubber. There had to be no possible trace no way of anything that could prove he had been fooling around with jail bait. I thought he was just trying to 'get over on me' for the blow job because it sounded like he was saying he wasn't going to fuck me. But then I was just a kid. I wasn't getting what he was driving at. He just smiled at that and told me there was more than one way to skin a cat. I had pretty much made a scene when I thought he was going to wimp out on me, so when he told me what he wanted to do I felt like I had to try. But, Christ, I had never even been fucked in the pussy from behind. And I had seen his dick- it was big. And I was afraid I might embarrass myself. And... and... and... I was more scared than with Mr. Foster, but I kept it to myself. After all, Robbie had made it seem like I forced him into this corner. I had wanted something and he was offering me the best he could. I analyzed that over and over in succeeding years to get the hang of that reversal. But I felt obligated. Then I felt invaded. Robbie at least opened me up with his finger first as let me get his dick slippery with spit. But he didn't have no grease or nothing. I think it was part of the charm for Robbie to put his dick up the dry back hole of a downtown white girl. Oh Jesus God it hurt! I wasn't real exciting or anything. He was just scraping me as he pushed his big dick in a place it wasn't designed to go. I felt like some kind of jungle prey being skewered when he shoved it to the end and pushed against my butt. My asshole ached as he began to fuck in and out. I wasn't having any feelings except a desire for survival. When I realized that I was probably going to live, I did sense some sympathetic response to the familiar in-out that usually took place in that region. I may have even been grunting in time with his thrusts. But this was only sexual in the most vague psychological terms. I was furnishing him with a place to have sex. I was being a receptacle. There was a connection to sex in that role, but it was a mental connection. My other end wasn't getting anything like excited. I figured it might be an acquired taste, but I figured I could exhaust a lot of other possibilities before I acquired it. His cumming in my ass wasn't that bad. It was creepy at first because it took a minute for me to figure out what had happened. When he shot another wad I was pretty sure he hadn't punctured my bowel and that was just his come. Otherwise it was stimulating. Those kind of jerks felt better and the come squirting up my ass was definitely tingly. Also, it meant it was over. Taking his cock out of my ass was necessary, but it still wasn't that pleasant. I felt like everything inside me was going to fall out for hours. My asshole didn't seem like it was ever going to recover, or close. I told Robbie I would see him around. I meant that- I didn't tell him that he wouldn't see me if I saw him first. But it was still a good thing to learn. It wasn't a good way to learn it, but it gave me something to think about. It gave me a new understanding and another chapter in the sex manual in my head. I met a couple of other guys in the summer. Summer was the perfect time to mingle and sprinkle in a few brief and incidental encounters. I met one at the city swimming pool and jacked him off right in the water. Of course he wanted to follow up on that and I let him fuck me behind the bushes in the park. The only thing worthy of note was that I was taken from behind for the second time that summer. I was on my hands and knees for the second time, but this was the first time I had normal sex in the position. Then there was a kid my age that just wanted a friend. His older brother was riding him pretty hard about being too young to hang around with and he needed to hear that it was his brother's problem and that there was nothing wrong with him. Sometimes the obvious stuff is hard to keep track of. Like being 15 isn't anyone's fault. Everyone that makes it to 18 was 15 once. But in a way I also understood the older brother when I got to know the kid. He was more like 12. I think he was living the leftovers of his brother's life and had never really been just himself. I had my own reasons, of course, but I thought I could give the kid something he needed while I got what I wanted. He was different because it was the first time I had been in charge. Not manipulating the actions of others behind the scenes, but in charge. I pretended we were exploring this stuff together, but I was the one who told him what to do. I give him credit for not being scared. He wasn't real quick but he was willing to practice. He even wanted to take the time to get the pussy licking right. And that was before I had even blown him. He wasted a whole day that I had planned to eat each other by practicing eating me- to two real good orgasms- and not giving me time to suck him at all. I think he silently crossed over to being a man when I did give him that blowjob. I think he saw for the first time where Peter Pan went wrong. He wanted to lick me again afterwards and when I told him the best was yet to come, he gazed up at me over my fuzzy little mound with wonder in his eyes. After a whole lifetime of having a shadow, his older brother was beginning to wonder what had broken the spell. The kid hadn't even seemed interested in following him- like he had something he was looking forward to somewhere else. I had known that was good for the kid, but I hadn't foreseen how it would affect his relationship with his brother. Anyway, older brother began scouting around for where his little brother went. That happened to coincide with our 'big day'. I had dressed specially for this meeting. Instead of my normal T-shirt and shorts- with all normal underpinnings, I had left off the bra and worn a tank top that was more revealing than concealing and I had put on my baggiest pair of shorts so he could look up the legs and see my lack of underwear. I was dressed for convenience and seduction and I was lucky to get out of the house without being seen even with the loose shirt I had thrown on as a wrapper and planned to use as a blanket. It was all too evident what I was out for. My breasts had blossomed into mounds I could no longer fully cover with my hands and the curve protruded past the sides of my top. Not that it mattered in the thin knit that sculpted itself to me and outlined my breasts and nipples as if I had been naked. From the look on his face, I was afraid the kid was going to blow his wad in his shorts when he saw me. He told me I looked so grown up when I dressed like that and I told him it was just me and he was about to be just as grown up as I was. He really liked the tank top and refused to let me slip it off right away. He could have jumped me when I first laid down and done me right, he was that ready from just looking, but I wanted to make it a better memory than that. I made him slide his hands up my shorts to play with me while I got his shorts down and then I took my shorts off. For the first time my pussy being naked didn't make him want to burrow his face between my legs. He was too involved in paying homage to my tits until there were huge wet spots on the fabric. He finally let me slip the top off, but he went right back to my flint-hard nipples like they were somehow different today than before. Not that it was bad. His passionate dedication to my tits was having all the right effect on my pussy and I reached for his dick and started stroking it. He had got me hot without the benefit of pussy licking and I saw no reason to break the spell. It was a little tricky getting the rubber on him without seeing what I was doing, but I managed and then I pulled at him. He didn't want to stop moving his mouth over my tits, but he moved up and I got him set to the opening of my cunt. I pulled at his butt with my other hand and told him to push it in. His eyes opened wider the farther he sank into me until he looked totally startled at full insertion. I pulled him down to kiss him and moved under him to give him the idea. The kiss wiped the silly expression off his face, but the urging of my hips was lost on him. I had to tell him to move it in and out and I gave him hints on how far and how fast as I nibbled along his shoulder. "Something's happening!" he said in a panicky voice as he followed my instructions. "If you feel like you're going to blow up, that's the point." I explained, "It's just like jacking off or when I did you with my mouth- it just feels different like this." I told him to just do it the way it felt. Fuck me hard and fast or deep or whatever seemed like it was what his dick wanted. His dick knew what it was doing and it couldn't do it wrong. It was much nicer when I could just pay attention to my end of the screw. He obviously had just been feeling the 'I'm getting ready' tightening of his balls because he jerked his dick in and out of me frantically for some time before he started yipping and jerking over me. It was almost enough time for me to cum. He certainly got me to the 'pretty near' panting stage before he started flopping like a fish out of water. I knew he wouldn't have sense enough to know what to do while he was cumming so I took over again, throwing my pussy at him and fucking him while he was out of control. I worked him a little when he collapsed on me and then waited. He just lay there with his eyes squeezed shut like he was afraid to do anything. I told him to he had to get off so I could breathe, but to push himself up on his hands first so I could take care of things. It was a little frustrating with a novice, but the feeling of power was incredible and I still felt- deep down- like this was some sort of sacred duty. I got a hold of the rubber and made sure it stayed on while I pulled him out. I got to show him how to squeeze the rubber as you pull it off to scrape the cum off inside and then how to tie the thing at the top. He was still affected by what he'd just done, but this was back to the being friends thing. I think that was why he pulled up his pants so quick, because we'd switched gears back to the kid part of our relationship. I pulled on my clothes- cold, wet top and all because we heard his brother calling him. I had time to get the tank top on, but I was reaching for the shirt to throw over my now too obvious breasts when his brother found us. He saw what was happening. Hard nipples, big wet spots on my top, hastily arranged shorts and a used rubber next to us. He didn't say anything- he was stunned for a moment. It was just enough time for me to tell the kid I had to go- right now- and I'd see him later. I didn't leave him hanging. If we would have had time to talk longer that day, I might have just disappeared from his life, but that didn't feel right because of the way I left him. When I met him again he was as happy as I'd ever seen him. And it wasn't just being glad to see me. He knew he wasn't a kid anymore- his brother had promoted him. I could have felt slighted that my role wasn't more prominent in his thinking, but I understood that the thing with his brother was life-long and all-consuming. Far from wanting to use his discovery to torment his brother, the older boy was suddenly the student to the kid. I could take my pride from the way the kid said his brother reacted to me. It was typically aimed toward their relationship as relating to what his brother could attract, but the kid said his brother was instantly, achingly in lust with me. I still wasn't getting a lot of credit, but we weren't having that kind of day. It was an arm around your buddy day. We never were really lovers, the sex wasn't real sex, it was just something like watching bugs, an shared interest. I'd showed him how to do it for when he did have a girlfriend. But that was something his brother never had to know. He had learned by doing and I was guessing that put him ahead of his brother. I had wanted a student and I'd found one. He had wanted respect and he'd found it. I told him what to say about me to impress his brother- how he broke it off gracefully since he'd gotten what he wanted- and we said good-bye- like buddies. Stepping back into the school scene was kind of tough after the freedom I had during the summer. I wasn't comfortable in either my old submissive freshman role or as the bold bitch I had been all summer. That made it a bright spot when Eric dumped me, saying we had grown apart during the summer, because it meant I could start the year clean. Billy was moving around free again and we dated a couple of times while I was figuring out who I was going to be this year. I should have made Billy marry me. So what if he works in a gas station now? He was my best friend, even over Terri, and always gave me his most thoughtful counsel. I guess we just never had that spark. Like that's a reason. Anyway, Billy said it was up to me. It seemed to him everyone changed over summers and it was only normal that I might be different as a sophomore. People might notice, people might comment, but that wasn't necessarily criticism and what if it was? He could break it down so clear. And he used visual aides. He slid his hands up under my breasts and held them out for me. These aren't the same, he said, they're a cup size bigger, easy. Why should you take the same old tiny part at school? I asked him if he had noticed how they had grown before or after he had seen me naked and he smiled. He told me I was hiding it pretty good with the clothes I was wearing, but he had been aware there had been a change. He also said I could definitely make an impact if I wanted to show them off. They were already as big as most girls' were going to ever get and he could tell they were still going to swell. I might as well be blonde, I thought as I considered parading my rack for the boys. But it was a possibility. Guys that found out- unlike Billy- were likely to spread it around, so it wouldn't be a secret. But it was a long haul from having this fine set to banking on them. Billy's words did make it seem a little silly to try and hide them, though. He was right about the clean slate thing. Everybody used the summer break as an excuse to reinvent themselves. I decided to just be me and let the bold bitch out whenever it seemed she was called for. I dated a series of guys around the couple of times I dated Billy, but no keepers. They were nice enough, but there was no spark. I let them get away with about half what they wanted, so the ones with the biggest expectations made out the best. And as I figured, legends of my rack began to precede me. But I was still 15 and that was an image problem for some of the high rollers at school. Sure, there were guys that wanted to sneak around on the sly for a happy hump, but I wasn't 14 any more. And now that I'd dated a few guys I didn't fuck, my 'easy' tag was being edited. Greg told me he waited because he was still 'getting over' Kim, but I think he was sniffing a few others before gave up his freedom again. I wasn't a real bear on that issue, but it was widely considered a matter of respect that a guy could only be seriously trying to roll one girl at a time. It could have been his standard line with the others, too. Maybe he stuck with me because I seemed so promising after the first couple of dates. I pretty well had it down now. You could squeeze my ass while kissing me pretty much anytime, but don't get funny. You could get tit off me on a second date if you were casual about it and if I liked your style, I might let you under my blouse. By the third date- a real dividing line for getting serious, you could pretty much handle me anywhere over my clothes, maybe over my panties and probably get some bare tit. Fourth date was the monkey wrench. You either were frozen back at third date until you got it right or I got friendly with Mr. Wiener while you could do pretty much anything that didn't involve taking off my clothes- at least not all the way off. After that it was officially serious and I started coming across with the big stuff- necking topless, hand jobs, finger fucking and maybe a blowjob if you made me feel right. Fucking was a delicate balance of how much he wanted it and what he had done to make me think it would be a good experience. Greg knew the drill and was at the top of the class through the preliminary dates. He said he didn't want to rush me, and then went as far as I'd let him. But he never whined when I stopped him or got sullen. I like to think that was because he wanted to be with me and didn't mind waiting. Of course it could have been that he had nothing better to do. I gloss over the rest of our time on dates, not because it was meaningless, but because it was typical. Learning what men want by first finding out what boys want were the only real lessons I was getting. And Greg wanted it all. He thought he was clever, playing the game and manipulating my feelings until he could get in my pants. I don't think he ever once thought that girls could be playing the same games, in fact setting the rules he was following. He certainly never indicated in any way that he knew I was willing to fuck him, but I was going to stall him just for my own pleasure. When I finally 'surrendered' I think he assumed he had broken down my 'resistance'. Maybe he thought I wanted it, but thought I shouldn't or wasn't sure I wanted it, but he talked me into it. He did me for my first time in a car. It was his dad's Buick and the back seat was pretty big. I was still kind of bunched up and couldn't have helped a lot if I had wanted, but Greg liked to be the guy in control. I wondered what Kim thought about when he had been doing it to her. At least Greg brought his own rubbers and used them out of his own noblisse oblige. And he took his time- but I think that was to stretch his enjoyment rather than any attempt to satisfy me. He did satisfy me from time to time, when I could get aroused enough from his slow thrusting to be ready when he made his dash for the finish line. But even those times I think he thought I was faking and I don't think he cared in any case. He was real gracious about it. He stopped short of thanking me for giving it up, but he did stress how much it meant to have someone 'special' to 'share' those moments with. I guess this was his idea of appeasing that intimacy thing women wanted. There was no connection- no connection at all. It was like I, and all girls, were some foreign species and you did your business with them and went back to real life. He was pretty much a gentleman when we broke up. I just told him the lack of spark story and he took it all right. I like to think he was a little sad to give me up- he did try a couple of times to ask me how we could fix it up and stay together. He even asked me to keep an open mind about trying again later. But I think his sense of loss was tempered by his chance to claim some new territory and widen his swath through the school. If he'd been a little more broken up, I was prepared to say good-bye with nice sloppy blow-job. But I think I decided that with a little devil sitting on my shoulder. Greg had never seemed interested, preferring what he could do to me. I think I was thinking payback when I thought I would tease him with that new treat the last time we had sex. But Greg never got sucked off by me. Jason did. Jason was the first boy in my own class I dated. I liked guys in my class, but as freshmen they were too shy and even as sophomores they labored with the transportation problem. You can have a sweet little date when one of your moms is driving you around, but it's not very conducive to relationships. Jason made it easy. We met places close to our houses. Eat at fast food restaurants and then go for long walks. Other than Billy, Jason was the first guy to make it seem he wanted to be with me. Me, not the body, not the social mannequin, but the person. That was nice even if the biggest thing we discovered was that we didn't have much in common. But we also discovered that wasn't a bad thing and we could like each other even if we didn't coincide very much. That led to a mutual respect. We didn't just talk to each other, we discussed things between ourselves. Except when I held forth on dating and social organization or he explained parents and the prevailing politics of being a child- our particular areas of expertise. We even talked over what kind of sexual things we wanted to get involved in. That was a real interesting first- for both of us. And I'm not talking he asked if he could kiss me and I told him. I asked him what kind of things he'd like to do with a girl and he said he was really interested in seeing one naked. If I wouldn't mind, he'd like to look at girl parts. He wasn't sure what kind of sex stuff he would like. His honesty was refreshing- and his best defense. I would have been totally disappointed in him if he had tried to fake some big experience. It would have been a too obvious lie. His kissing alone would give him away. I had to show him how to relax and take it slow- having a tongue rammed down your throat wasn't exciting. But when he tried it without panicking, he got the concept quick. Give and take he was good at- when I made him feel like he had an equal footing. I thought that would make him a very fine lover, but he wasn't quite ready for that yet. He still had to learn the playing field. And that was really what he wanted. He wasn't after some thrill of taking my clothes off me. He just wanted to look and he was really happy I didn't mind letting him. Since our meetings tended to be in the open, I didn't get naked. I would pull up my top for him to look or lift up a skirt. One general area at a time and showing that in a way that was easy to cover quickly. I let him look as much as he wanted and then finally told him he could touch if he wanted. He said he didn't know how to touch them and I said, not like that. I meant, you know, feel what they're like- explore things and all. He said, oh. I thought the whole process was pretty radical- but very practical. It was kind of weird being examined like a lab rat, but it was like being worshipped at the same time. I let him look everywhere he wanted- pull open my vagina, feel the resilience of the lips, identify my clitoris. When he was looking at my breasts, the best moment of the whole examination came in his look of wonder as the nipple he was touching came erect under his finger. However he came to me, he knew the topography of a woman by the time we were through. I demanded equal opportunity. I had done extensive examinations before, of course, but it didn't seem fair to show him mine without seeing his. But I only got to look at his penis in the active mode, since showing it to me aroused him. That gave me the idea that I might be able to make his eyes pop out of his head if I gave him a blowjob. When I suggested putting my mouth on him, he demurred. He wasn't ready for that concept yet. But he remembered it and asked me about it later. He knew I couldn't tell him how it would feel for him, but he wanted to know what it was like for me. Did I really like it? Did it excite me? I told him the upsides and the downsides of blowjobs and again asked him if he'd like to try one. He finally gave in, but he said a thing that touched me. He told me he wanted to make it special. And he didn't want it to be a lesson, he wanted us to mean it. We set it up as a special date at a real restaurant and then went back to his house. His parents would be out and we'd be in the basement out of the way. Jason was a little more polite that night, not stiff, but kind of formal. When we slouched on the couch together, he told me that I was the best girl he had ever known and he'd had more fun with me than with a girl ever. He didn't think he loved me, but he didn't think loving me would mean as much as the kind of friendship we had. In the years past, I've thought on that strangely stated sentiment and found no better way to explain how some friendships are just more binding than mere love. I also think Jason was wrong. He may not have felt the giddy, silly love that was foisted off through television and movie propaganda, but I think we did love each other in the more serene sense of baring our vulnerabilities because we knew we could trust and be understood. Lord knows I melted at the sentiment. Jason had made me really want him. And this wanting was beyond the sexual. I wanted to freeze the happiness and merge with him at the same time. I guess that was the first time I understood sex as something other than an end in itself- as a poor representation of an urge to more truly merge. I felt like I was attacking him when I kissed him, but he held his own in level of passion. I felt like I was molesting him, but his response was as frantic as mine. This time his touching was to arouse me and this time he was getting a sexual pleasure from taking my clothes off me. The way we were going, I thought Jason might give it all up and have sex with me. We did reach a mutual nudity in a short space of time, but that may have been from our relative feeling of security. Even if we strayed to the far side of the basement, the lights of his parent's car would alert us in plenty of time to be dressed before they could get halfway across the kitchen, let alone to the basement steps and down. It was that closeness we felt, Jason said, that let him feel comfortable lying on the couch with us both naked. With or without clothes I was the same friend and he didn't feel threatened. But he would feel pressured if he had to try and have sex with me. He wasn't sure he was ready for that, but he was ready to explore me with prurient intent. He didn't say 'prurient intent' of course, but that was his meaning. The last time he was learning. This time he wanted to touch me for effect. I could see this as a progression and I knew what he meant about sex being a leap. Parents made it out to be such a big thing and that might be best to conquer a little at a time. And his blowjob was going to be enough to digest this time. If he got a little experience in pleasing a woman on top of it, it would be a full night. He was certainly an interested and apt student. He did trust me and coupled with his total lack of loathing for the female body it led to a pretty good evening for me. He wasn't Billy in the oral sex department, but he was eager and that made it heartwarming- if not quite as hot elsewhere. And he wanted to work alone under my direction. I think women in general like to lay back and be pleasured, just like men do. I certainly felt special or queenly or something as he lay between my legs and licked my pussy. I may not have been able to cum like gangbusters because I had to keep instructing him, but Jason did give me the need. I was wet and wide and would have fucked just about anyone at that point. Jason got the result of that enthusiasm. I made him sit up and knelt between his knees because I think you can give the best head like that. Guys will crank their butts around to every position you need if it comes to that. And it gives me the freedom to move and turn without having to cramp myself in an awkward position or get a crick in my neck. Jason thought he was going to cum when my mouth first covered him. I took it as a compliment, but I knew he'd feel like he was going to cum a lot of times before they all ran together in a constant need that would then finally top out much later than he thought, much earlier than he hoped. I was sensitive to his trigger. I took it real slow starting out, sucking a little, sucking more, finally sucking it all. When I let him absorb all those sensations, I licked him under the head and talked to him a little bit. I told him I wanted it to last so I could let him feel a lot of different tricks. I explained the only point was sucking it in and bobbing up and down until he came, but if I added some of the other stuff it made the process more of a cooperation and more of an event. I don't think he was listening. He may have filed it to digest later, but this cocksucking thing had him beyond mental processes. I licked his balls while I jerked him off slowly and I sucked the head while I ran my fingers up and down his shaft. I put my lips around him sideways like an ear of corn and fucked one side at a time. I wriggled my tongue in little circles along the underside of his cock to slow him up a little, but I was up against a novice with a need that was increased no matter what I did. I sucked him down a few more times and then licked around the head before I suggested that he fuck my mouth. Some guys like to have it taken out of them and some like to deliver the mail. I figured I had one chance with Jason, but I also knew I had given him a sample of me doing it. He was timid at first, barely moving forward and back. I cured him by demonstration. When he made his baby thrust, I swooped down and took him all and then pulled back as he pulled back. He got the message, but never did test my limit. I supposed he was getting what he needed and let him alone when he was pushing at least half of his prick in and out of my greedy mouth. Then he stopped and trembled. What a nice guy. I told him that it was okay. I knew what I was doing and it was all right for him to shoot off. I sucked him some more and the shaking increased, but he still didn't resume his thrusting. I asked if he'd like me to take over now and he stopped shaking just long enough to nod enthusiastically. His orgasm (impending) had given him vapor lock. He was so near he couldn't make himself move. He might get over that with experience- or not, I didn't care. I had a cock to suck and a virgin load to swallow. For someone so obviously on the edge, he survived being swallowed to the root quite a few times. But when I sensed he was actually going to cum, I pulled back and worked him hard to make it an ejaculation that he would not only remember forever, but have a hard time topping in his life. When the first spasm filled my mouth, I dove down to suck at the base of his cock. He shook and jerked as I bobbed short and deep and fought the gagging and nausea his continued spewing was triggering. I gave him some full length sucking as he trailed off into puppy sounds and then pulled back to lightly run my tongue around his knob inside my mouth as I swallowed a few extra times to clear my throat. I closed down on him so his cock would leave my mouth with a wet pop and then looked up at him still cradling the shrinking organ in my hand. I might have been an angel for the look of grateful serenity and peace on his face. I bet he was in love with me then. I didn't let him scramble into his clothes and we sat together on the couch holding each other's naked bodies and practicing our kissing. We dressed when we had cooled off in both senses and talked for a while before he walked me home. I came to know what Jason meant about the not being in love thing, however. He had seen juvenile passions cool and then the couple was pretty much forced to stop seeing each other. They said they were friends, but that usually meant they weren't mad about the break up. They still couldn't see each other, really. And the love thing was about mystery and unraveling the unknown. Once that was over it there was nothing but for the passion to cool. He was smart for a 15-year-old. I could see my relationships in there- except for the passion part. I had been pretty cold-blooded about wanting something and getting it and moving on. But that part about being trapped by a break-up fit me and Billy, too. Not in every sense, of course, but the fact we had to keep our friendship alive in secret proved the point. Jason said we were pretty much close to the line, because he felt deep emotions about me, but they were person emotions and not wrapped up in the sex stuff. And we'd unwrapped mysteries, but- except for that once- they were total sex mysteries- as in the total female sex and not personal. Jason had a way of saying things that could piss you off if you weren't trying to follow him, but I guess it was part of that friend thing he kept talking about that I was trying to see his meaning rather than taking offense at his way of expressing it. But even giving him that, it sounded like he was breaking up. I asked him right out. He said he was trying to say we were never going together so we couldn't- didn't have to break up. We could stay as this close-knit pair, but he was thinking about asking another girl out on a date. We had to talk about that because of our teenage obsession with rules and in the course of that talk, he calmed me down about giving him the tools to use on another girl. I guess I still get huffy too quick, and that was my problem with Jason. I really did have the same emotions as he, I just didn't separate them objectively as well. And I hadn't given it as much thought. No, I didn't want to marry Jason, I was reacting like a child that sees another child playing with its toy. And I wasn't thinking about the toys I could play with at the same time. But I will tell you it is confusing. Since it was nothing official with Jason, and, more importantly, we never went to school functions together, I was seen as still on the market. That was when William H. Huntley III called. He was from a family richer than Eric's and he: wished to inquire if it would be convenient to meet with him, as a time to become somewhat familiar with each other's dislikes and habits, preceding his intention to escort me to the Thanksgiving affair at school. If such an invitation did not offend me, of course. Whew. I gathered he wanted to meet me before we went to the school dance and was asking if I wanted to go in his own backward way. Why, sure. I couldn't think of anything wrong with dating a rich kid- other than that language problem. I didn't even care that his probable interest was my bust size. And I liked the 'find out what to expect' meeting ahead of time. I went to his house in his car. It was driven by his driver. I was met by the family's 'man' and escorted to a drawing room to wait. Veddy veddy proper, it was. I was expecting William to be dressed in a blazer and a beanie, but he looked normal, if a little irritated. He told me with a wry look that his mother was standing behind him when he called, prompting in that little speech. They wanted to meet the girl he was taking to the dance. I asked if he thought I'd do and he looked me over and passed me. I hadn't taken any unusual care in dressing and I still didn't use makeup, but I had put on one of my nicer little girl style dresses. I asked him if I had to curtsey or wear gloves or anything and he laughed. The meeting with his mother was a little stiff, but came off pretty well. His father was a scream. He treated me like a little girl a little too much, but he seemed much more the regular guy than William's mother. He told me that I was sharp. His dad did try to act the regular guy even if he had gone to all the proper private schools and colleges and could be as stuffy as anyone if he wanted. His mother thought she would lose her standing if she didn't act her status every moment. (Except she snores, William told me in an aside that I could only take as one of the deepest family secrets.) He just didn't know whether he wanted to be a part of the upper crust or not. It wasn't like he was rebelling, he just wanted to try it out for himself and see how it fit without his mother hovering over him at every turn. That was why he was in public school in the first place. Oh well, breeding will tell, he said his mother sighed when they made the decision, but she didn't think it could hurt to give the breeding little shoves in the right direction. Then I hit him with the big question. Why me? He wasn't ready for that one. I told him I wasn't saying I wasn't happy, I just wondered what attracted him to me. If I didn't think it'd be fun, I would have said no. He still hesitated and I asked if it was my tits. He busted up over me saying 'tits' and admitted they had attracted his notice on more than one occasion. But it was something deeper, but related, he said. I had hit on it all ready. I was the 'sort' who could say no and if I said yes, he wouldn't feel he was imposing. Heavy hangs the crown, I thought. But then I thought it was pretty smart and he didn't have to mention that he didn't think I was a money-grubber. So I opened the can with the sex in it. He told me I had it backwards. He wasn't looking for me to conform to his family's standards. He wanted me to treat him like any other guy. He certainly found me very attractive, but he had no idea how far he could get with me. I told him he had the wrong friends, because 'scouting reports' were available on just about every girl in the school. He turned that on me, asking what he'd hear about me. Widely varying reports, I said, there are rumors I've gone all the way, but some of the guys claiming that have never been seen with me and some that have been seen with me won't talk. I hear I'm pretty hot, I told him, but what that means usually has to do with the experience of the guy saying it. He asked if I was easy and I said: sure! all the girls are based on the guys' reports. He said, no really- and I laughed at him. I told him a certain amount of openness was refreshing, but it wasn't the same without the mystery. He'd have to do to find out. I hoped I was coming off as slippery and sure of myself rather than brash, brazen and bitchy, but William wasn't exactly clueless. It stood to reason that a kid that rich would have no trouble getting adoring girls- girls that would do whatever he let them to try and turn his head. I was pretty sure he had the mechanics down, he was just adjusting to new rules of play- like moving to the NFL from Canadian football. But even after we had discussed the ground rules in the new league, I had the feeling he was waiting for me to make the first move. Ha. I had hormones on my side. I didn't know how deep breeding could bury them, but he was a teenager and I knew you couldn't stop them, you could only hope to contain them. Not that I didn't keep my cologne in his nose and keep swaying against him as we walked to prime the pump. He did choose a pretty romantic setting in the garden behind his home to kiss me the first time. And he was all I could want in the self-assured male department. He pulled me easily into his arms and swept away a lock of hair as he looked in my eyes. Then he bent naturally and kissed me. It was a little practiced, but it was nice to have someone so smooth- and accurate. His lips on mine was actually the first contact and he left them there a moment before they parted and opened mine beneath them. He was a regular kisser. A good kisser, but no personal flair or excess of passion. It was a good starting kiss, but not one that instantly made me ache for his body inside mine. Maybe he started slowly or maybe this kiss was an exploratory one before the real one like our meeting before our actual date. He hugged me pretty warmly, but he didn't try to grope my tits. I guess he was as good with the mystery as I was. I left his place still wondering what he was going to expect after our date. For my part, I set him no limit. But I wasn't granting him any prize, either. I wasn't going to tear off my clothes and his and pull him down on me. He was going to have to earn everything he got from me. I was pretty comprehensive in my acceptance of techniques, but he'd have to do something to get anything off me. He was a perfect- and I mean flawless- gentleman at the dance. Proper-just so- but with an easy manner. He was friendly to me but we weren't getting to know each other. He saved that for later. Do you like that, he asked as he got his first handful of my breasts. Do you like it like this? he asked as he pressed his finger firmly in the cleft of my pussy. Or is this better? he questioned as he lightly stroked my clit. It wasn't exactly my favorite foods or colors, but it was some personal information we were exchanging. I was amused with the verbal level of his lovemaking. I hadn't asked him a thing and I'm sure he was enjoying the way I was kneading the lump in his pants as much as I was enjoying his finger. Then again, it wasn't as though they were questions of permission. He didn't ask if he could slip his hand into my pants. He asked if I liked to have a finger inside me. He didn't ask to push my bra out of the way. He asked if I would like him to bite my nipples harder. By the time I realized that, he was well on his way to quizzing me naked. We were laying on a padded chaise lounge in a dark corner of the pool in the back yard and he abruptly looked up from where he had been sucking on my nipples and asked if I'd like to go for a swim. I guess he had discerned that we were going to fuck and thought that would be an easy way for us to get mutually naked before we got back to business. Since I had discerned the same outcome to the evening, I thought to myself, why not? But first he would have to take his finger out of my pussy. When I agreed, he did remove his finger and I sat up to undress. The swim also had the benefit of giving us an excuse to fold our clothes carefully out of the way so they would not be mussed by our coupling. Given his careful correctness, I suspect that held a charm for him as well. The night was cool and made the water seem warmer, especially when we were wet. But it still was not warm enough to make our naked hugs neck deep in it really sexy. William was aroused but he must have sensed I was not. Perhaps that spoiled a plan to take me in the water, I don't know. Instead, we stayed in the water only a few moments before climbing out again and returning naked to the chaise. He told me he was glad I was his date and he didn't think the night could have been any better. Then he fucked me competently and with a great deal of tenderness. He didn't want to get dressed right after, so we lay naked together on the chaise, covered by a huge beach towel. That was the best part. Laying together and exchanging small talk made me feel very much a woman. William was so old for his years and we were casually talking, still naked, like we had the right to be ourselves. I knew it wouldn't last and truly wouldn't miss being a part of the stiff, ordered life that William had to lead. He was nice about it, though, telling me his parents, even his father, didn't think his getting involved with one girl at a public high school was a good idea. We did remain acquaintances, which I think was as close to friends as William ever had. But now I was a marked woman. Even Terri seemed a little more distant as she reacted to the confusion of the other girls. They didn't know how to take me. I had been the 14-year-old slut choice of the jock elite. Then I developed into real competition as my chest grew and now I had been with the richest kid in town. Still I hadn't tried to take a place among the social leaders and I didn't even run with their clique. But the boys didn't see me as a loose cannon. They saw me as unapproachable. I was going to have to hunt all the harder as I became more of a catch. I found that so weird. On the other hand I found it so easy. Guys were becoming afraid I'd ask them because now they were afraid to say no. In the weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas that year I was a nun. Even Billy was too busy to trade a mutual munch in those weeks and I didn't know what I was going to do. The break was okay, but the timing was bad. The holiday vacation would be a long time to go without having anywhere to go. I guess other 15-year-olds make it months without dates, but I was beginning to panic a little when Christmas vacation came up with no prospects in sight. I was thinking about grabbing the first sophomore that came along, but fortunately my good sense prevailed. I wasn't thinking about it as good sense then, but it worked out. I would have had a lousy vacation anyway. My mother had invited her brother and family to visit for Christmas. I wasn't going to be able to get away even if I had someone to get away with. I was looking at it as the ultimate bummer until Uncle Gill arrived. Somehow you never think of relatives as aging. I remembered Todd and Josh as squirrely little kids. Now Todd was 16 and Josh was 15, four months younger than me. And they weren't so squirrely any more. I bet you're guessing I had a great time screwing my cousins all through the visit, and you're right. With Todd having his license, it was easy and both our families were glad we were getting along so well together. They just didn't know how well we got along. When I got back to school, another chapter had been added to my legend by a couple of girls that had seen me with my cousins. Now she's taking them on in bunches. No one man is enough, went the story. I was seriously considering that- organizing some team party gang bang as a couple of more weeks went by without male attention. Then another Todd showed up, no relation. He was a junior, but not one of the jocks at school. Just a nice, normal guy not into anything very heavy. He said he had started out in school joining everything and then just lost interest. More likely, he had fallen in with the dope smokers and didn't like adult supervision any more. Terri found out about his rep after he asked me out. He didn't impress me as a doper, and he didn't try to get me high. So I asked him right out. He said, sure, he smoked dope, but he wasn't that into it anymore, either. The guy was just coasting, waiting for something to grab him that he could get into and then not find boring. I guess sex would have fit that category for him, but sex isn't a job description. He was a good guy, though and eventually did get into aeronautics in a big way. That was nice, because he wasn't lazy, just rudderless. And that wasn't for lack of searching. He had given a lot of things a try, including in the sex department. He was the second guy to ever put a dick in my ass. It was my suggestion, I guess. I was the one that was putting on my 'bored with the same old thing' act to balance his own apathy. He asked if I had tried it and I told him, of course. Then I felt kind of trapped to go through with it again. But this time it was better. Todd knew what he was doing. He was only timid about suggesting that I try marijuana as a way of relaxing. He had no reason to be so careful. I had long since come to the conclusion that dope was pretty harmless. I knew there was a strong correlation between dope smokers and sluggish, stupid behavior, but I had concluded it was more the fault of the smokers than the weed. After all, Todd wasn't that way. If he could take it or leave it, I certainly could. I'm just glad I was comfortable with Todd before I went into the smoky dreamworld. Everything seemed to loom larger after I smoked the joint and though I may have been more relaxed, I didn't feel that way. It would have been easy to panic if I had tried to act on the wave of paranoia that ate at the corners of my mind because of my prime inability to act in my stuporous state. Todd quickly got my mind off such musings by tugging at my clothes. Another reason for Todd's lack of direction might have been his lack of supervision. He was undressing me with no fear since his parents were never home. It wasn't the first time he had seen my body, but it was the first time he had rolled me naked on his own bed. I was relaxed when he pulled off his own clothes and cuddled up to me. Kissing seemed to take me to a new land. He stroked and kissed me so far into that dreamscape that I had forgotten our purpose when he rolled me on my tummy. Even his dick resting in the valley between my cheeks as he lay over me to kiss the back of my neck didn't alert me. It only came back to me as he pulled at my hips and told me it would be much too tight and much too deep unless I got to my knees. He did nothing to quiet the swirling fears and questions in my head when he rubbed a slippery finger over my anus. Robbie hadn't been considerate enough to lubricate my asshole and I didn't know what he was doing. It did feel very interesting when he pushed the tip of his finger into my ass to rub the lubricant inside. I remember thinking that it was a shame his dick was so much bigger than that finger because it felt pretty nice. On the heels of that thought came Todd's instructions to get ready and push my ass up in the air as high as I could. He had me reach back and spread my buttcheeks with my hands and then he put his dick against my sphincter. I was still bracing for the pain as his glans opened the ring of muscle and popped inside. I was so amazed at the ease with which he penetrated me that he slipped halfway in before I recovered. I must have jerked back to awareness because he asked if he was hurting me. I encouraged him to go on. I was pretty full, but I didn't want him to stop because I had just realized what Robbie had done to me. I felt constipated when he finished pushing his dick up my ass, but his entry had been one of discomfort, not pain. And as he rocked slowly, barely moving, most of the discomfort went away. I was so totally my asshole at that time, I could feel my whole being expand as my asshole adjusted to the cock invading it. And my being felt pretty good. With the pain removed. having something that big forced in my tiniest hole was pretty stimulating. It just got better as he felt my ass relax and began pumping in and out of me. Pretty soon I wanted more. Remembering what he had said as he lifted me up, I started to slide back down to the bed. He was right. He went very deep and as my legs closed so he could straddle me easier, I became very tight. He liked it and transferred that enthusiasm to me by fucking me harder and faster. But even when he used his weight to pound his dick as deep as he could drive it, I felt only an exhilaration. It was not exactly sexual, but somehow related. Whatever my drug-dream had me thinking, I knew I was enjoying it. It went beyond merely not hurting right to stimulating. I told Todd I liked it and he told me he was coming. That was an interesting sensation of its own as was feeling the fluid seep from me when Todd and I were back to hugging on his bed. Even though I liked it, Todd and I never got around to having anal sex again. We only got high one more time and had one of the longest sex sessions of my life because we kept breaking out in giggles every time we were getting into it. Then Todd drifted away from me, too. I noticed more dopers eyeing me after that, but I really didn't want to hang with that crowd. But it was spring and a girl with a reputation and a nice chest wasn't going to be lonely long. Dick tried to whirlwind romance me in a high school idiom- notes in my locker, calls every night, longing looks when we talked. So I did him. He wanted a high school romance. I gave him a high school fuck. He was torn between terror and lust when I pulled off my sweater at the back of the stage. Lust won. He didn't want to do more than pull down his pants, but I got naked. I pulled him down on a pile of curtains that were draped over a riser back in the dark and he forgot that classes would be changing just a few feet away in a few minutes. Dick's dick wasn't hesitating when I rolled the rubber on it and I was ready enough from the excitement of having sex there in school. I pulled him into me and he pumped into me furiously for a minute or two. Even though he came, I don't think he felt it until we were hugging safely clothed again. But he did like it. I never even went out with him, but I did fuck him in the pool room and on the stage again. It was an interesting spring. Kevin became the flame he hoped would last the summer through. I subjected Kevin to most of the ritual stages of dating, but I broke down and blew him on the third date. After that, it was hard to convince him to screw me. He knew he had to sometimes, but he tried to stretch those times thin as he stuffed as many blow jobs between them as he thought he dared. If he would have eaten me out in return, I think I could have lived with it. Given the confines of his car, where we carried out our sexual gropings, mutual oral sex would have been a good alternative. But if I wanted any release at all, I had to make him scrunch me up in the back seat and fuck me. When I got my license, Kevin was history. It wasn't so much I was free, but that I could be. My parents were pretty tough about lending the car and I knew I didn't dare fuck in it. But on special occasions, I could get places on my own. So I turned around and started going out with Tom. I admit I played Tom like a fish, but, hey, I could be hunting on my own- in a perfect world. Perhaps it was a little revenge for not having my own car or negligent or understanding parents. Anyway, I made Tom grovel for everything he got. Not literally, but he had to please me before I would do anything for him. Of course I'm not talking shallow tokens like gifts, flowers, compliments or even entreaties, I mean I got hot or he didn't. I made him wait to touch me and I wouldn't do anything until he had touched me enough. By the time I pushed his head down between my legs and told him to lick it, he was eager. He knew this new intimacy was going to get him something pretty good. I left it open and he fucked me for the first time that night. I didn't suck him off for almost a month because he never brought it up. After the first one, he told me he didn't know if I did things like that. I told him as long as he got me off, I didn't care how he wanted me to get him off. From there on we split screwing and sucking pretty evenly. That was pretty good because Tom could rarely make me come by screwing me alone. Hmmmm. That must be some Freudian thing. I had contemplated it in moments of extreme hornyness almost a year before, but being screwed in any way but alone was only a faint dream then. With Tom it came true. I still have trouble thinking of Tom as anything but the wimp for all seasons, but he asked me one night what I thought about having more than one guy. He was good about it, bringing it up as a topic of relaxed after-sex conversation. He picked up on everything positive I said about it and then worked those angles on successive nights. From a sex standpoint it was interesting, but I feared social disaster. When Tom finally made me express my fears, he asked me if I would feel the same if it were guys that didn't know me. By now I knew I was slipping down a long, greased tube and lobbied for at least a veto when these guys showed up. Tom said he could do better than that and show them to me before I gave a final okay. I don't think they knew why I was there, because I didn't get that 'meat in the showcase' feeling. But they were all right guys and they seemed to like me. We confirmed that four days later when we met in a motel room out by the highway. Not one of them said he didn't like me either before or after he had stuck his dick into me. I guess apprehension about the way it would be perceived has dampened my feeling for that night because it was pretty exciting. Five guys fucked me and I must have come four times while they were doing it. They even ate me after they had washed me out and in general treated me like a prize possession. One of them even had the presence of mind to lube me with jelly constantly as the guys proceeded to fuck me most of the night. It was an experience. I'm sure the guys are more proud than I am, but it was another thing I could scratch out of my to-do book. And it was a positive experience even through the - well, I'm not that sore- soreness of the next day. Tom knew he wouldn't last the blazing beginning to my junior year, and he faded away after jamming as much sex as he could into our last couple of weeks. That left me primed for the new year in many senses. I knew this would be a big year. Billy had been right about my bosom. It had been swelling slowly and after the summer vacation I was going to suddenly be a big girl in the eyes of my peers. And with my new dimensions came new tricks. I was right about the heads turning when I walked down the halls with my new 'improved' chest. It had moved me to more than a higher ranking. It had moved me into a new class. I wasn't a compact anymore. I was a full-size, on my way to luxury model. I had my pick of the guys for once. I guess I did all right taking Ed. I had long ago gave up on picking guys for status. I remembered what a dweeb Willie was and my time with Eric. I wanted human qualities and whatever vibe I could detect of sexual proficiency. Ed was polite, if a bit quiet. The only indication he might be good in bed was that he was 6'4" and I hoped that would hold true all over. You might detect a lack of enthusiasm about Ed. But there is also a lack of regret. Ed was just medium. (That went for my hopes about his dick size, too) But he did baptize me into my new full-size classification with the sacred ritual of the pearl necklace. At 6'4", he was not a car lover. But he was a senior and always seemed to be able to find a place where we could be alone together. I went to a lot of parties with Ed and we seemed to end up screwing in someone's bedroom a lot. One night we thought someone was going to walk in on us and ended up on the floor, hiding behind the bed. When the threat retreated, we climbed back up on the bed and Ed looked down at me and smiled. He bent down and licked all over my chest, getting me wet between my breasts. Then he straddled me and put his cock where he had been licking. He took my hands and had me close my breasts over his dick and then he leaned over and put his hands beside my head and fucked my tits. It took me a minute to grasp what was going on. By that time Ed seemed to be having such a good time, I decided to watch. It was mildly stimulating but it would never substitute for having my pussy licked. I think I appreciated my tits being wet the most. He moved easily between my breasts and then he got ready to cum. The first spurt flew up onto my face and then I could feel his hot seed hit me under the chin as he finished cumming on my chest. He told me about the string of pearls thing then and I thought it was really stupid, but probably the best excuse you could make for cumming on a woman's chest. Ed didn't prefer it or anything, but from time to time, and for various reasons, he would climb over me and fuck my tits. I learned to lick the head of his dick when he pushed it up to me and trained Ed to let me suck the head of his dick when he was cumming. It kind of negated the nick-name, but all in all, I think we both liked it better. Because we did it in beds more than any other guy I had been with, Ed and I also explored a real range of sexual positions. Ed favored positions that would allow him to be in more or less a sitting position and I found myself twirled this way and that, on my back, on my belly, on my side to bring me to his cock in that position. And I don't complain, because Ed knew himself. Jerking back and forth with his legs doubled under him came naturally to him. He could do it for long stretches, even sheathed in a nice wet, hot pussy like mine. That meant that I came more often than not in those positions and only catch as catch can in any other way. Ed was memorable for one other thing. He was the first boy I was cheating on. That doesn't count Billy because I always had Billy and I didn't count him as cheating. But there was this kid in my neighborhood that went to Catholic school. He was always on me about my 'big bazooms' and when I'd hold them against him. It wasn't like a romance thing, it was one of those rivalry things. It was a back-yard rivalry with a little battle of the sexes thrown in. I wasn't even thinking about Ed as I traded insults with the kid. It wasn't like I was going to date the kid. We just got around to the question of who did and who could and can you prove it. I admit I helped him bring the subject around to a sexual dare. As we traded cat-calls and names, I was getting a little hot. Some of the things he alleged about me turned me on. And I figured I could shame him if I got him into a real sexual situation. There was no way he could have as much experience as me. It turned out he didn't mind being shamed if it meant he got to see mine. It was dark in the shed. (The nearly identical shed in his yard, not mine.) He had to get right between my legs to peer into my pussy, but he accomplished that by volunteering to suck my twat. He was mechanical, but there was no containing his enthusiasm. He rooted right in and slobbered all over me eagerly until I couldn't help myself. Even then he didn't pause, and threatened to lick me right through one orgasm into the next. I toyed with the idea of seeing how long he would keep it up well past my climax, but then I decided I was establishing no advantage by letting him eat me until I died from cumming. I pulled him up by the hair and told him it was time for him to show me his stuff. He got his dick into me pretty easily, but then I imagine just rubbing a hardon between my sopping pussylips would have resulted in slipping into my hole at that point. I was so wet and wide I barely noticed his dick. His belly bumping on my crotch did me some good, but I think it was the obscene sucking sounds his cock were making as he pumped in and out of my pussy that made me cum. I know he came just before me even if he tried to disguise it. He kept pumping on, however, for some time after, but if he was trying to fuck into another erection, he fell short. When he conceded defeat, I offered to blow him. We weren't fighting anymore. I think we were willing to let it go now. I kneeled next to him while he lay on his back to blow him. He liked that because the whole point for him had been to play with my tits. He hadn't been able to with his face in my crotch and I gave him no rest between that and fucking me. So he had what could be called a complete sexual encounter without once getting to do what he was there for. He got plenty of tit-playing as I took my time sucking him off. When I made him cum, he whooped his head off so loud I thought someone would investigate. We met in the shed a few more times until I got bored with his obsession with my breasts. Afternoons I was getting tit massages and evenings I was being twirled around the squatting cock. From the being the queen of sex angle, it was a good time. On every other count, it was a little too much sex at the cost of the rest of my life. I like sex. I think I'm making that obvious. But I like other things too. I mean, fucking all day and all night doesn't leave much time to wash your hair. It was ironic that Ed accused me of cheating with Gary. He must have felt vindicated when I started going with Gary. It was okay that Ed felt vindicated. After all, I had been cheating on him, just not with Gary. And that was the interesting thing about Gary. We fucked once a week. He'd lick me and have me suck him as foreplay and then we'd fuck. Satisfying, but a routine that was easy to look for more from. We had a few laughs when it wasn't sex night, but that was it. If we have to assign blame, I come in for as much as Gary, since I couldn't think of anything new to spice up our lives either. It was getting hard to believe there were new horizons to conquer. I had been fucked in every opening and between the tits. I had old guys, young guys, multiple guys. I had been twisted into every position imaginable. I just couldn't imagine there was any more than that. Kids are silly that way. I had yet to try the major variation that was right under my nose. I'm sure neither of us knows when we turned the corner. It was either when Terri pushed her crotch in my face or when I bit it. But that moment in time was the crux. It was so natural after that watershed moment for me to crawl over her head and each of us start gnawing on each other's femininity. It had started out in an innocent wrestling match at a sleep-over. Then she arched and I bit, playfully, and we started out in a whole new direction. Once we had our faces in each other's crotches, there was no hesitation. We licked panties, pulled panties off and licked bare pussies. She slid fingers into me and I slid fingers into her. We came. We came again. And when we rolled away exhausted, we giggled. There was no looking back. For my part, I was glad Terri had no uncertainty about what we had done. I looked at it as opening the door on a new land to conquer. It got us off. What could be wrong with that? We kept up with our respective boyfriends. I was in the waning weeks of Gary and Terri was still- 16 months!- going with Mike. We found time between dates to be together. And we pushed the envelope. I might be the one with the experience, Terri, for instance, had never even been fucked in the ass, but Terri was the one with the information. She got us a dildo and later came up with the holder for it so we could pretend to be boys and fuck each other like our boyfriends fucked us. Looking back, I wonder how she missed the double dildo. But we carried on in new and devious ways, in what was an oasis in a desert of samness for me. And having once been proved wrong when I thought I had done it all, I knew better that to think there would ever be a cap on novel ways to enjoy sex. I just had to be open for opportunity. And by unleashing Terri, it seemed I had uncorked opportunity. She told and showed me pictures of bondage, which looked hot and S&M, which turned me off. There were various fetishes, which I figured you had to be there for and exhibitionism. And then all those things concerning bodily secretions other than the sex ones. It sure was a wilder world than even I had imagined. The proof of that came when Terri started asking me if I'd ever considered having a girl and a boy at the same time. I knew her too well to think this was some idle chat. I thought she was thinking of doing it herself. As it turned out, I was right, but she was thinking of me being the one that would be doing it with her. I guess it had never occured to me that Mike might actually be a sexual entity. Sure Terri told me about their sex lives, but it always sounded tamer than mine. I thought of Mike as some steady kind of guy that Terri stayed with because he was convenient. It never occured to me that he and Terri stayed together because they had a similiar bent of mind. After I was confronted with it, it made sense that they would both be researchers. And now they had gathered enough facts to want to be doers as well as knowers. Terri maintained that the idea just grew. I have to believe her, because she only sticks to stories that are true. After we had our girl-girl action, it kept popping into her head while she was screwing Mike. What I could be doing and she could be doing as Mike was pumping away. She talked about it in a general way with him and he added ideas in a way that made Terri think he might like to actually try it. As far as jealousy went, Terri explained it to me this way. How can I be jealous of Mike or you fucking what I have just or am about to fuck? I'll know what you taste like when he eats you. I'll know what he tastes like when you blow him. I'll know how it feels to push a dick in you when he does and how it feels to have him in you. It'll be as if I was doing it with you and I will be, trust me. Perhaps what she shouldn't have done was trust ME. Now that sounds awfully ominous, but I didn't steal Mike or anything. I just tried to come up with my own twist on this affair. Mike was great about the whole thing, but how much of a stretch is that? I think I mean he was good watching Terri and I make love because he liked that too. Otherwise I would be complimenting him for enjoying having two women to stick his dick in. And only a twisted mind could turn that into something undesirable. Terri was less desirous when I held her on top of me for Mike to introduce her to the world of anal sex. But I had a scissors hold on her head and my arms wrapped around her waist, so there was little she could do about it. I also instructed Mike throughout in the manner Todd had taken me, so I knew I was doing them both a favor. She got over her struggling pretty quickly once Mike got his dick in her and started stroking. After all, she had me eating her pussy while he fucked her ass and that had to be a pretty fine feeling. Or, it was a pretty fine feeling, as I was to find out as Terri demanded that I give it up if she had to. I still think Todd was great with the care and expertise he showed in ass-fucking me, but how can one man compete with one man and a girl? It was better for Mike, too. He admitted that a girl cumming on your dick was the best part and he and Terri decided they would save that treat for when we had threesomes after they tried it successfully, but less so, on their own. I felt like I had made more progress, sexually, in a month than I had in the first two years. It was a lot to assimilate. It was so neat and varied, I didn't think it would ever go stale. And stale never became the problem. I was the problem. It was such a nice feeling being with them. They talked. They shared. They were having fun. They made it fun for me. It just began to gnaw away at me that they continued with that relationship when I wasn't around. It wasn't that I wanted Mike exactly. I guess I just kept wishing I was Terri. It was so strange being jealous as hell and not having any one to be jealous of. When I sensed that it was changing my feeling toward Terri, I tried to explain it to her. She understood. She always either understood or went and found out why so she could understand. I was jealous not of a person, but of a relationship between two people. Unfortunately, understanding didn't help her think up a solution. I already knew that having Mike for myself wasn't the answer. It wasn't Mike and me that had the relationship I was jealous of. We had to cut out regular threes and just get together on special occasions. But I kept Terri. That was the good thing. Gary was long gone when I suddenly had these big blocks of free time again, but spring was coming on and I wasn't too worried. I was pretty confident that a big- titted girl that did wouldn't be lonely too long. It was another Eric this time but there was no comparison. This Eric was much more mature at the same age than the last. He had ideas of his own, not limited to the pages of a men's magazine. Not that Eric introduced me to any new twists in sex. He did know where the joy hole was and how to fill it. And he did it in his own way. It was pretty direct, but I didn't need a lot of window-dressing particularly. In Eric's case it was fine to get to it, get into it and get it done. He was above my basal 50% average for cumming while we fucked and I could get him to finger me the times he wouldn't go down on me. Fingering may have been Eric's best move. He was more into it than any other guy I had and because of that, he had developed not only techniques, but scripts for using them for their best effect. No surprise he became a carpenter so he could work with his hands. He learned quickly that our sex was better when he fingered me to orgasm before he put his dick in me. And I rewarded this insight by showing him I could suck his dick while he fingered me. And he was gentleman enough not to ask me to suck him off every time we were together. He may have even preferred sliding inside me and fucking the daylights out of me. But all told, it was a mediocre feeling going to the junior prom with Eric. I know he felt it too. What was the mystery for two people that had been screwing for two months? Was he going to get lucky? Ha. In fact he got drunk on spiked punch instead. I put him in charge of a couple of the guys who said they'd get him home and then I took his car to Fern Grove. I wasn't on my way there to find a boy, but I wasn't going there not to find one either. I was just going to see what was happening with the parkers. That was my mystery for the evening. Who was getting lucky and who was getting shut out. Of course, I wasn't the only one cruising the lot. For a private exchange, parking was a pretty social event. You could plan on someone peeking in during the evening and sometimes you even got a little conversation in the middle of your sex. I ran into the Rod Squad, a group of guys that kept tabs on who was doing who and who was claiming more than they were getting. They tried to give me a hard time, but I was ready for more than they could hand out. I parked Eric's car and pushed my way into theirs with a challenge to put up or shut up. It was more than their adolescent minds could understand. It was also an offer too good to pass up. They were very generous with me. The first one held my breasts up for all of them to see when he pulled the top of my prom dress down. They were much more private with their own privates. I was covered in the skirt of my dress as my panties came off to reveal me to their gaze, but the skirt somehow kept falling down to drape the coupling. They didn't even stop to pull off the rubber I insisted they wear before they pulled up their pants. This time the rubber protected more than me. I escaped wrinkled but with no semen stains on my dress after they had each had their turn with me. The sex was rudimentary, but the way they used me as a toy excited me. Except for the moments they were thrusting frantically inside me, I was the poster girl for split beaver. Each one seemed to be more interested in twisting my pussy into shapes and faces than they were in exciting me. But being the center stage and main prop of this show was enough for me. After that, they had to follow me to Eric's so I could drop off the car and then take me home. The gap in the time Eric arrived home and the time his car was returned turned out to be a big problem. Eric's parents didn't like either him coming home drunk or his 'lending' me his car. And it was all my fault in their eyes. Eric wasn't pleased with the way the evening ended and the rumors that were going around made it easy for him to give into his parent's suggestion that he stop seeing me. Oh, well. I just hoped his pride made him cum as hard as I did. I was at the point of infamy where I could have gone from man to man from week to week, but the school boys were just a little slower on the uptake than that. If I wanted more than tantalized looks, I would have had to start making the first move and I wasn't ready for that, yet. I wasted some time trying to pick off members of the Rod Squad, but they couldn't be lured away from the group even with the promise of more sex. I was in neutral for a while. I took to cruising the ave. whenever I could finagle the car but guys usually went in pairs and wanted girls in pairs too. And Terri wasn't interested- at least wasn't willing to go out on Mike. A few times with guys I'd never seen before I offered to take them both on and a couple of times they took me up on it. I adapted some of the things I had learned with Terri and Mike. I had had multiple partners before, but only with Mike and Terri had they been at the same time. I found I liked having one dick in my mouth and the other in my pussy. And it was absolutely the best way to have sex in a car with two guys. It eliminated the Chinese fire drill of one guy finishing and then having to go sit in the front while the other joined me in the back. They both got in. They both dropped trou and they both stuck their dick in a hole. The first pair were so energetic that they asked me to wait for them to get hard again so they could trade places. Of course I said yes, because I made them eat me while I was waiting. The one was a teaser. He just flicked his tongue over my pussy lips and occasionally let it rub my clit. It was maddening, but it really got me going. It was the perfect prelude to the second boy who wanted to shove his whole face up my snatch. I came on that tongue and came again as I made them sit together and sucked them back and forth until they were ready to take me front and rear again. I think this was the awakening of possibilities for me. My search broadened and my repetoir expanded over the years, but this and the threesome with Terri and Mike were the starting points that let me branch out from the ordinary, dull path most are stuck on. But this hit and miss wasn't the way I wanted to go. For every wildly successful trip around the block, there were five disappointing no actions. This was no way for a honey like me to live. But I couldn't get caught begging. That would do nothing for my standing and would have a disastrous affect on my chances in my senior year. So I went back to the inner city to answer my curiosity- and to keep them starbursts coming, I have to admit. I also have to admit that I did that by hooking. Not all the time or out on the street or anything, but I knew this woman that had me meet guys in a hotel room she paid for. I did start spending more and more time in that room, but I don't think I ever fucked more than seven guys in any five-day span. I could still cruise the ave on weekends and be taking care of business steadily during the week. And the money was no little incentive to get what I wanted at someone else's expense. But first and foremost, it did much to satisfy my curiosities. It seemed all men that wanted particularly young women had bizarre fantasies about costumes and non- sexual play followed by a blow-job. They diapered me, I diapered them- baby-doll clothes and no underwear, evil leather gear and a harsh tone, many rationales that led to me squatting between their legs and sucking them off. The ones that weren't so particular about my youth expanded my horizons by showing me what a confident, maybe even rough man was like between my legs. I charged an extra $50, twice what I made on a trick, to fuck me in the ass and that scared off most of them. They still showed me a variety of ways of taking me, from hanging upside down off the edge of the bed to hanging from straps above them, right through all the human pretzel positions you can be twisted into. I didn't like the knees up by your shoulders one because it seemed the ones that wanted it just wanted to ram into you until they bruised you. I did like pulling up my top leg while they fucked me on my side. Even guys that were trying to fuck me as hard as they could were good like that. They kept slapping against that top cheek instead of my cervix and I got that sensation of brutality without the pain and bruises. I found I liked it rough within certain limitations. Being mauled and plowed was great as long as they only went to the edge of pain and weren't just out to hurt me in the first place. I liked the feeling of being in the control of a strong, confident man and being used. Being the vessel for their pleasure made me feel very womanly. It was only the ones that wanted to hurt me that made me feel degraded. As for the fetish kings, I thought they were funny. I realized the reason they paid me was so that I wouldn't laugh and would play along with their twisted needs, but it was hard to keep a straight face in front of a man clad only in a diaper, sucking his thumb and making baby noises. By the end of summer, I was well on my way to affording a car of my own. The only catch was that I couldn't explain where I got the money. I had to suffer through one more year before I would be out on my own and this windfall would be nobody's business but my own. Still, it was senior year and a lot of other things retreated into the background as I went through my turn as top dog at school. Senior girls could ask guys out on dates. They could demand good sex and they could lead boys around on a leash if the boy let them. It was the most level playing field so far and I planned on getting my share of loose hunks with my newfound permissions. Though I didn't have the problem, some girls also learned to deal with rejection because of this permission. I was ready for it but I was out to 40's now and my ass wasn't spread to match. I guess I just stumbled on the kind of guy that wanted to fuck me- the still breathing kind. Not that it was any treat. It did assure me that there is no external way to tell if a guy is good in bed. Some of the best came as mercy fucks that turned out dynamite, but it was more common for all the indicators to still yield a dud in the sack. If proud is the word to use, I'm most proud of the sophomore boys I let take me out. In the high school world I was stooping low to even acknowledge underclassmen, much less go out with them and fuck them. There are, I guess, some good reasons not to rush youth into sexual activity, but there's also something to be said for experienced instruction. I'm sure a lot of young girls were better off because of the things those boys learned from me. And boys like Petie could make up for any hits to my reputation all by themselves. I was thinking of him when I said that thing about great 'mercy fucks'. He was awkward and shy at first, but inside there was a totally different face. I got to it by talking tough to him. I faced him up to the realities first thing. What have you got to lose, I asked. Whose reputation is on the line here anyway? Why would I need to let you get this far to mock you? Who else has to know anything about you to put you down? I bet you can't fly a helicopter either, I went on, subtly shifting his attention to more personal fears. But you aren't going to learn until you get in one. What's the downside. I must have sensed his need to be challenged to get in his face that way because it was the perfect way to goad a performance from him. I think I wounded his humble act with my straight talk. Whatever the cause, once past the hesitation Petie turned in Olympic performances. He was different from the rest. He was different from all the others. I don't know if it was a problem or a gift, but Petie could screw like a machine deep into the night. One of the pluses of getting the first blushes of excitement in boys is their rebound ability. Petie had no need of that. He could fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck as hard as I wanted, as fast as I wanted and keep going and going. One night he fucked me not only through Us and Them, but though the entire Dark Side of the Moon. And he picked up and slowed down with the music. I came about four times that night. I came every time but the first time with Petie. He was the only one who had made me come every time just by fucking me. He learned to eat me too and I blew him, but I could only get him to come in my mouth if I let him fuck me for ten minutes or so before I sucked him again. I would have fucked Petie all year if he hadn't found out about ass-fucking. It was one of those situations where you know what's going to happen, but you have no control. He had heard about it somewhere and asked if I had ever done it. Then I got that feeling. I wanted to lie because I knew what would happen, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. It wasn't horrible or anything, but it was just like I feared. He was still ramming it up my butthole long after it had lost its meaning for me. It was just that much more irritating and the pain was just that much longer lasting. It also took longer to get over after Peitie had fucked your ass. And of course he fell in love with it. He wanted to fuck my butt more and more and I began to see less and less of Petie. On the other end of the spectrum from the sophomore boys were the teachers. As a senior girl, they seemed to look on me more as an equal. Well, I'm sure that was bullshit. I think what they looked on me as was fresh meat. A pretty good bet not to tattle and only a few months from being out of their hair and no longer a danger. They were really smooth at it too. They didn't come at you at all. They dropped hints like fishhooks and made you bite before they reeled you in. You not only had to go to them, you had to suggest it. The cynicism you hear is my recent rethinking of what happened. At the time I thought it quite adventurous and exciting- me, the part-time whore and all-round party girl. I felt that fucking a teacher was an achievement- another page in my book of accomplishments. Call it a problem of perspective. Mr Gilbert was the chemistry teacher. The other girls were swooning over Mr. Jennings, the English teacher, and I wasn't going to be one of the crowd. Mr Gilbert was every bit as handsome as Mr. Jennings, he just didn't advertise in the same way- flashy suits, current hairstyles and all that. Okay, he was a schlub. But he was an attractive schlub. And he didn't wield the innuendo and double entendre of a Mr. Jennings. I just caught him trying to look down my top a lot. It may have been a little more of a leap of faith with Mr. Gilbert, but I was going to do and say the same things as any girl trying to seduce her teacher. He didn't resist much. He didn't do much. He listened to my offers and didn't run away. That was his contribution- not making me stop. When I finally got him to fuck me it was like that too. He was not hot, not cool. He was lukewarm. Thoroughly mediocre. I guess that was a brush with sex for status. I didn't get it.. Petie was a lot better than Mr. Gilbert. Why should I condemn myself to Mr. Gilbert sex? I now know that was a defining moment. Not that I had a great realization in a Zen inspiration- it was just a moment that expresses the decisions I had made in my perception of the world. It didn't occur to me that sex could lead to anything better. I understood that you could get things out of sex. I just didn't think they were as rewarding as good sex. If you were going to fuck someone for something, I reasoned, getting a good fuck was the best reason there was. I have only recently discovered the naivet‚ of that belief. Not that my way of thinking was wrong. I have just realized how much my search for good fucking has coincided with having the right dick in me at the right time to open the door for me. Of course, another part of me is shouting that my course was in pursuit of the good sex and the doors I chose were for that reason and not any master plan of where I hoped to go. Indeed, I was following not a dream, but a lust. Where I've ended is just the last stop on the path of where I was going. But having the big gazongas has certainly made it easier to choose the path to follow. I can see how some girls see the attention as a burden, but I've always thought of it as power. It's the power to never have Mr. Gilbert sex again and still reap the benefits of getting what I really want- good sex. That's my story. So what'll it be sailor? THE END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 13