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Archive name: games2.txt (MF, reluc)
Authors name: Joe Moose (joemoose@altavista.com)
Story title : Blindman's Bluff 2: Evening Games

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Evening Games - Part 2 (MF, reluc)
by Joe Moose (joemoose@altavista.com)

***

Childs' play leads to some mature recreation as Joe and 
Beulah get to know one another.


Chapter Two: Evening Games

It was two years later when I had my second sexual 
experience. (I'm not counting the 'I'll show you mine if 
you'll show me yours' with a cousin when I was six.) I 
was thirteen then and well into puberty with the raging 
hormones of most boys of that age. And, as with the first 
time, it was a kids' game that set up the occasion.

I had moved back to the little village, as had my cousin, 
a girl about a year younger than I. (The 'I'll show you 
mine' girl.) That fall, with darkness falling shortly 
after supper, several of us played games in the grass 
beside her house. But it was not my cousin that attracted 
me this time. It was her friend, Beulah.

Beulah was a dark, pretty twelve year old (or maybe 
eleven, I'm not sure?) She was not from one of the 
establishment families in the community, (I was), her 
father being more or less the village drunk. To me, at 
thirteen, she was just a little kid. At first.

I don't remember what the game was. Maybe it was just 
horsing around? Whatever it was, we got involved in 
tickling each other and I was soon remembering blind 
man's bluff and the touching opportunities that game 
provided. Anyway, I think there was some kind of game 
involved because the tickling happened every night that 
we played.

The opportunity was better than two years earlier 
because, with the struggles that go with tickling, I 
could pretend that the more intimate contacts were 
accidental.

"Don't, Joe. Don't do that." she said in a whisper, the 
second night that my hand slipped up under her skirt.

"Sorry, Beulah. It was an accident," I replied with a 
grin. Then I put my hand on her breast, which wasn't very 
big but large enough to make it plain that she was 
female. "Ooops. Sorry about that, too." and I grinned 
again, hoping she wouldn't get angry and go home.

"You're awful, Joe. But I mean it. Don't do that!"

Our conversation was conducted in whispers because the 
other kids were right beside us. Beulah straightened her 
skirt and, for the rest of the evening, I more or less 
stayed away from her.

The next night I avoided her altogether and concentrated 
my attentions on her ten-year-old (or was it nine?) 
sister, Verna. She didn't seem to mind it at all when I 
got my hand on her little pussy but, even at thirteen, I 
thought she was too little and too young. I noticed, 
however, that, more and more, Beulah seemed to be putting 
herself in a position where she'd be the obvious target 
for more horseplay.

"You're mean, Joe. You know I don't like that," Beulah 
whispered the next night when I got my hand between her 
legs. "Why don't you just play with Verna? She sure 
doesn't seem to object?" Good, I thought, she's jealous. 
She didn't twist away this time but I didn't press my 
luck, either. During that evening and the next, I 
continued to 'accidentally' get my hand on her body and, 
by the third evening I was able to keep it there for long 
enough that there could be no doubt she was permitting 
the intimacy. And I was playing with her little sister 
often enough that she wouldn't give any trouble. (Verna 
had her first baby at fifteen and I could have found out 
with her what a really young girl is like. But, more 
about her later.) Anyway, I was going home with achingly 
swollen testicles every night and had to make love to the 
five-fingered widow for relief.

"Stop that, Joe" Beulah whispered one Friday night as our 
playtime neared an end. "Let go of me." She was speaking 
in a low voice, as usual, so the others around us in the 
dark couldn't hear. I had my hand between her legs but 
I'd finally built up courage to slip my fingers under her 
panties, and I was playing with the pulpy, soft lips of 
her pussy. She was excitingly wet and slippery there so I 
knew it was giving her pleasure. And, despite her 
whispered objection, she made no effort to escape my 
venereal caress.

"C'mon, Beulah. Let's go around back. I got something 
there you oughta see."

"You mean, alone? I ain't goin' nowhere alone with you!" 
She was young, but not stupid.

"Just for a couple of minutes? Please?" I was whispering 
too as my fingers were bathed by the oily nectar from her 
nubile body.

"I shouldn't...won't, Joe? I don't trust you?" Her 
resolve was getting weaker and her denial now had a note 
of uncertainty.

Probing gently I found what I was searching for. I'd done 
a lot of reading. Well, not really a lot because my 
access to the kind of books I wanted was severely 
limited, but I'd managed to learn something about sex and 
women. The small, hard bump I felt, just above the mouth 
of her hot, wet vagina must be her clitoris, I thought 
and, when I pressed it, Beulah clamped her thighs tight 
on my wrist.

"Don't! Sssstopp that" she hissed in a frightened 
whisper. "I'm gonna go home if you don't stop!" The 
others, as always, were nearby but she still didn't 
resist me, physically.

"Not 'til you come around to the back of the house with 
me." I was sure now that I'd found what I was looking for 
because I could hear the way she was breathing now. It 
was like Eileen had sounded near the end when I was 
fucking her, only fortunately not as loud.

"Ssssstop...please stop" Beulah whined and I was afraid 
she was going to start to cry. The other kids were 
nearby, ignoring us and having an argument about 
something. "I'm gonna scream!"

"Awww Beulah...we're just playin'" I pleaded as I 
continued to rub my finger over the slick, hard bump and 
her thigh-grip on my wrist began to loosen. "You like it, 
don't you?"

"No...Yeah...Sorta? But?" With her reluctant admission of 
pleasure, Beulah's thighs opened more and it felt as if 
she was even pushing her pussy against my hand. "If I go 
'round to the back of the house with you, willya promise 
to come right back?"

"Sure, Beulah." I assured her, my hopes rising along with 
my adolescent libido. Was she going to let me do it?

"Yer not gonna try nothin' are you?" she asked, 
nervously. As I said, she was young but not stupid. "I 
ain't gonna let yuh do nothin' more'n this."

"I won't, Beulah. I just wanta show you what the wharf 
looks like now that they got lights there." It was a 
stupid reason but I thought I had to say something. And, 
from the top of the bank behind my uncle's house there 
was a bird's eye view of the wharf where they'd just 
installed electric lights a few days earlier.

"OK? I'll go with you?" She still sounded nervous and 
doubtful and I'm sure it was a case of being aroused 
beyond the constraints of her better judgment. "But just 
for a minute, Joe. Then I gotta go home."

The others didn't seem to notice when we got up from the 
grass and went out of sight around the corner of the 
house. They were still arguing hotly about something. 
There was a full moon hanging low on the horizon and the 
house had blocked its light but here it was almost like 
daylight to our dark-adjusted eyes.

"I guess the means Daddy can work at night now." The 
wharf below us was brightly lighted but as for her Daddy 
working at night, that was another matter. He was seldom, 
if ever, sober enough to work by the time it got dark. 
Her voice sounded strained and, when I put my arm around 
her shoulders, she pulled away. Was she changing her 
mind? My hopes, so high when she agreed to go with me, 
were suddenly fading.

"Yeah...I guess so." I was already almost six feet tall 
and now my problem was how to get my hand between the 
much shorter girl's legs again. 

"Let's sit for a minute. Maybe we'll be able to see him."

"Well...maybe for just a minute?" 

We sat down on the grass, which was not yet dampened by 
the usual evening dew. Beulah was about a foot away from 
me but, I reasoned, she came with me so she must know 
that I'm going to finger her again. Or more.

"Is that him?" I moved closer and pointed to a man about 
the same size as her father who was leaning against the 
railing on the backside of the wharf. My other hand 
slipped up under her skirt.

"No Joe! Be good!" Beulah protested, but she didn't pull 
away.

As my fingers pulled aside the elastic of her panty leg 
and found the soft slickness of her pussy, she looked at 
me with a funny expression on her face.

"Uh...uh, Joe? I really gotta go pretty soon?" Her voice 
was soft then, kind of hesitant, as if she knew what she 
should do but didn't want to.

Her legs remained open this time and my hopes surged 
again. I was almost beside myself with lustful 
anticipation. Was she going to let me do it? I found her 
little clitoris and began to massage it.

"Would yuh like me to do somethin' fer you, too?" I 
almost jumped out of my skin with excitement when I felt 
her hand on my thigh. "But we gotta be quick 'fore 
somebody comes back here." And then her fingers were 
fumbling with the zipper of my fly.

I helped her, undoing my belt and opening my pants to 
free my erect, throbbing cock.

"I'll take these off too, so's you can feel me better" 
Beulah whispered as I took off my pants and she quickly 
peeled off her panties.

"Mmmmm...Yours is bigger'n Daddy's. I mean Winny's," she 
gasped, her younger brother's name added quickly after 
saying 'Daddy'. Her hand was exploring my penis, which 
had not yet reached its present, full length of more than 
eight inches. She lay back on the grass then, parting her 
legs compliantly and giving me unfettered access to her 
pussy.

It had been two years since I had felt Eileen's hot pussy 
engulf my cock and, since then, only my hand had caressed 
it. Beulah seemed to know as much about it as I and her 
hands played with my stiff organ with a skill that, even 
now, surprises me, considering her youth. Her hands 
stroked and caressed it, her fingers gently exploring it 
from tip to base and even fondling my achingly swollen 
testicles.

It was really the first time I'd had the opportunity to 
play, unrestrained, with a girl's pussy. Although I'd 
touched Eileen there many times, it was always through 
her panties and always hastily, not counting that one, 
glorious time I'd been inside her. Now, as Beulah lay on 
her side beside me, leaning on one arm, she twisted her 
hips so that they were flat and she kept her legs 
compliantly spread.

"Tell me when yer gonna shoot, Joe. I don't wanna get yer 
stuff on my clothes." I felt like I might 'shoot', as she 
called it, at any moment and I concentrated on holding 
back. I wanted more than this.

"Not yet, Beulah...It's not cumming yet." Her pussy, like 
Eileen's, did not yet have any hair on it. The lips felt 
thick and the twin fleshrolls surrounded my finger as I 
probed, first for her clit and then for the hot portal to 
her vagina.

"No...Don't do that" she protested when I slipped a 
finger into the aperture, but she didn't try to stop me. 
The fleshy ring surrounded my finger with a hot, snug 
clasp and I was surprised by the fine corrugations I 
could feel there. I knew I had to feel that snug opening 
surrounding my cock no matter what she said. Her hands 
were squeezing my prick harder now. Would she fight if I 
tried to fuck her?

"I like the way you do that Beulah." As I spoke, I turned 
and sprawled half across her, my left leg angled across 
both of hers and pinning them down.

"Joe? No? I don't want you on me" she gasped, her voice 
quavering as she released her grip on my cock and pushed 
at my chest.

"But Beulah? It's better for me if I can move while 
you're...you know...holding me there." It was a weak 
justification but the best I could come up with, under 
the circumstances, and it seemed to work for, once again, 
her hands closed around my prick.

"Be careful, Joe...don't shoot now...you'll get yer stuff 
on my clothes fer sure."

"I won't, Beulah" I assured her. She must have done this 
before to know that a guy went off. I had my index finger 
inside her up to the second knuckle now and my thumb was 
working on her clitoris. She was breathing hard and, with 
my other hand, I held her wrists because she had begun to 
pump me so hard I was afraid I'd go off.

"Why, Joe? Why're yuh stoppin' me? Daddy...Winny likes me 
to do it fast?"

This was the second time she'd called her younger brother 
'Daddy' and I wondered, suddenly, if she'd actually done 
this to her father. The thought of it cooled me of, at 
least for the moment but, at the same time, I sensed that 
this was something I could use to my advantage.

"Have you done this to him? To Willard?" As I asked her 
if she'd played with her father this way, I worked a 
second finger into her hot, snug cuntal orifice and began 
to finger-fuck her.

"Unh...a couple times...but it's OK. Mom. sometimes she 
don't want to so's he gets me to help him." Her ingenuous 
reply shocked me. What else had she let him do?

"Are you close, Beulah? Do you feel like you're gonna 
cum?" I could feel a sort of tension in her now and she 
was almost gasping for breath as my fingers sluiced in 
and out of her vagina.

"Yuh...unh...unh huh" she panted. "Gonna happen."

It was the moment I'd been waiting for. As she answered 
me, her smooth pelvis tilted and, in a flash, I'd rolled 
on top of her between her short, widespread legs. This 
time wasn't like with Eileen. I knew what to do. Her 
hands went to my hips and futilely tried to hold them 
back but with a fierce thrust, I buried my throbbing 
shaft up to the hilt in her small body.

"Hunnnggh!" Hot breath exploded from her lungs with a 
grunt of shock. "No Joe...yuh can't!" Her thighs squirmed 
and wriggled around mine for a few seconds but then she 
became limp and docile beneath me. It was truly 
delightful. Her sheath was thoroughly lubricated by that 
time and I'd slid into her as easily as I had into 
Eileen, even though I was quite a lot bigger now and 
there wasn't the added lubrication of someone else's gism 
in her.

"Oohhh yesss Beulah" I moaned, "It's alright."

"But Joe? Yer not gonna tell are yuh? If I letcha keep 
on? If Daddy finds out, he'll kill us." The thought of 
discovery cooled my ardour again but it was likely to 
good purpose since, in the hot, moist clasp of her juicy 
twat, I was on the edge of orgasm. "Yuh better hurry 
'fore someone comes."

I was relieved. She wasn't mad because I'd sort of 
tricked her. But I was also burning with curiosity. She 
had definitely done this before and I wondered about it.

"Does Willard do this to you, too?"

"Uh...yeah...sometimes?" Her reply was hesitant and, 
looking down at her in the moonlight, I could see a 
guilty expression on her face. "But only when Mom can't. 
I hafta do it to help him."

I couldn't wait any longer. I began to pump on her small 
body, my throbbing tool sliding easily in and out of her 
passage, and, as I did, I felt her hips tremble against 
mine. I was much bigger than she and, as my passion grew 
and I drove into her with adolescent vigour, she uttered 
short, breathless grunts. Her firm thighs began to clasp 
my hips in time with my thrusts and her little belly 
bulged against mine as I neared my climax.

"Unh...unh...unh" her breathless grunts sounded in my 
ears. "Unhh... hunhh...haannnhhhhh" she cried out and I 
felt the sudden compression of her sheath on my cock. My 
groin burned as my sperm coursed from my balls, out and 
up into Beulah's cuntal corridor. Ecstasy. Rapture. The 
hot wetness of my ejaculation bathed my cocktip as I 
drove into her with the short, fierce strokes of 
completion, pumping my sperm up into the depths of her 
young body. And then I slumped down on her softly 
twitching frame.

"Joe? Oh God, Joe?" she gasped after a moment. "Yuh went 
in me? I fergot. Yer s'posed to use a safe?"

"It's OK, Beulah," I replied, hiding the sudden pang of 
guilt and fear that shot through me. "You're too young to 
get a baby."

"But? Like, Daddy always uses one? I never felt nothin' 
like that before, y'know? He never pumped his stuff in me 
like you done?" Beulah was lying limply beneath me, 
motionless except for the occasional jerk of her hips 
and, despite her concern, she made no effort to get me 
off her.

"Yeah, but? Like, maybe it's because he's a lot older'n 
me?"

"We gotta go, Joe. They might come lookin' fer us."

My adolescent passion drained, I was more than ready to 
get away from her, as if in that way I could end any fear 
of having knocked her up. I dismounted from her laxly 
open frame and, quickly, we pulled on our clothes. Beulah 
held my hand until we went around the corner to the front 
of the house. The others had left except for my cousin.

"Where'd you guys go?" She looked at us suspiciously.

"We were watching Willard, down on the wharf. But 
Beulah's gotta go home so we came back." I don't know if 
my cousin suspected anything or not. Probably not. She 
was not much older than Beulah and I was sure she didn't 
know much, if anything, about sex.

That night ended my participation in the evening game. I 
went home and read whatever I could find about making a 
girl pregnant. It wasn't much and it didn't quell my 
fears much, either.

"Have you started having your period yet, Beulah?" It was 
three days later and we were sitting under the wooden 
bridge over the brook that ran by her house.

"Yeah...I got my first one most two years ago. I'm due 
next week." She looked pale today and it was obvious that 
she was as worried as I. "What're we gonna do, Joe? I 
mean, if yuh knocked me up?"

"It'll be OK, Beulah." But at that moment I didn't really 
think so. I'd quickly figured the times and, according to 
what I'd read, we'd dome it during the most dangerous 
time.

"Fer sure I ain't gonna let yuh do again," she pouted. 
"Even if yuh get some safes."

"Hi Joe. It's a nice day, ain't it." This was the first 
time I'd seen Beulah smile in two weeks and a great sense 
of relief washed over me. If she was smiling, then her 
period had come. She was with her sister, Verna so we 
couldn't talk right then but I didn't care. Never again 
would I take a chance like that. At least, so I thought 
at the time.

"Boy, what a relief." We were on the wharf, sitting in 
the shadows away from the bright lights, and it was out 
first chance to talk since she'd signaled me with her 
smile. "Was you relieved too?"

"You better believe it, Beulah." Glancing around to be 
sure we weren't being observed, I gave one of her breasts 
a squeeze. "You feel like you're getting bigger every 
day."

"Don't get ideas, Joe," she said, brushing my hand away. 
I ain't gonna take no more chances.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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