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Allison
by Rubber Duck (address withheld)

***

A preteen girl learns about the power of sex. (bg, 
youths, 1st, oral, mast)

***

Twelve-year-old Allison Keith had already given one 
blow job. By force. The eight grade boy had pulled by 
the hair to his crotch on the back of the school bus, 
holding her there while spilling, what seemed to 
Allison, almost a gallon of foul tasting semen in her 
mouth. Then everyone had laughed. 

She had been so humiliated that she had ridden a 
different bus for three weeks, walking an extra six 
blocks to get home. And even now, two months later, the 
thought of the boy’s cum in her mouth made her gag. 
Stupid, she thought, I was a stupid, dumb cunt not to 
tell. But of course, in her young mind, she couldn’t 
tell. Too many repercussions.

And now Alex Andrews, the boy next door, the boy her 
age, the boy she’d had a crush on all of her life, was 
asking her for the same thing. But it wasn’t the same 
thing, she rationalized. He was asking, quite nicely as 
a matter of fact.

"You could take your mouth away when the stuff comes 
out. Allison, come on. I won’t tell anyone."

They were in the play house Allison’s father had built 
for her when she was six, behind the barn, out of 
sight. Where she and Alex had played for years. Where 
they had even played doctor, inspecting each others 
genitals at length.

Allison felt her face flush with embarrassment. This 
couldn’t be happening. No, not really. But still...

"That’s a bit of a leap, isn’t it Alex? I mean..." 
Allison stalled. Thinking. "I mean from friends to 
that!" She couldn’t help seeing the bulge in his pants.

Alex shrugged. "I guess I asked because we are 
friends," he said. "I wouldn’t know how to ask any 
other girl."

A leap of her own. "Why couldn’t I just use my hand to 
make the stuff come out?" There is was, a commitment 
and Allison felt her face flush and burn even more.

Alex grinned, probably the biggest grin Allison had 
ever seen from the boy she had know all of her life.

"Okay," he said immediately. "Okay! I thought you would 
hit me or something, tell me to go to hell, tell my 
parents. But using your hand would be great."

"I won’t know what to do," Allison said. "Maybe I sort 
of know, but..."

"I’ll show you!" Alex was already unzipping his pants 
as Allison squirmed. "Can I touch you too?" Alex asked, 
seeming made quite fearless by Allison’s acquiescence 
to give him a hand job.

"Jesus Christ, Alex. I’m not about to get naked for 
you!"

"Don’t have to," Alex countered. "Just maybe take off 
your underpants then I could reach under your dress. 
Won’t see a thing."

Thinking again. Already the familiar tingle between 
Allison’s legs had made itself present. The tingle that 
had increasingly asked for attention. Don’t touch 
yourself down there her mother had told her on more 
than one occasion, mentioning infection, not being 
lady-like, how God wouldn’t approve. But still... 
Allison could already feel a moistness down there? Did 
she want Alex to feel that she was sort of wet. Did she 
want him to touch her at all? Yes!

"Okay," she said in a near whisper. "But you have to 
stop if I tell you. Okay?"

Alex had his pants and shorts down to his knees, was 
lying on the floor, and had his tee shirt pull high on 
his chest.

"For sure. Honest. If you say so, I’ll stop." 

Reaching under her dress, Allison pulled her panties 
down over her hips, letting them fall to her ankles, 
then pushed them aside. Her eyes were riveted to Alex’s 
penis. Of course she had seen it before, but that was 
years ago. It was about four inches long, arched like a 
banana high on his stomach. Allison thought it would 
have stuck out straight. It sort of gleamed she 
thought, as if there was an aura about it. Fascinated 
she knelt beside him, her eyes still glued to his boy 
thing. 

"What do I do?" she asked.

"Kinda turn so you are facing away from me, so I can 
reach under your dress, then just put your hand around 
it and move your hand up and down, sort of slow at 
first."

Doing as Alex instructed, Allison moved into position 
on her knees. Her butt was near Alex’s shoulders and 
almost immediately she felt his hand under her dress on 
her inner thigh. The tingle had become a need, and the 
need accepted the hand in anticipation of more. She saw 
her hand reach for and encircle Alex’s penis. 

She saw him arch his back slightly. She felt his hand 
pressure against her thigh and she instinctively opened 
her legs giving him access to the tingle. Oh yes, the 
tingle. The hell with being lady-like she thought. So 
God wouldn’t approve -- so what. Alex’s finger traced 
along the slit between her legs before slipping inside 
the folds to find her clit and the tingle. It was more 
than likely an accidental find. But oh, sweet Jesus. 
Yes.

But she hadn’t moved her hand more than a dozen times 
on Alex’s boy thing when he moaned, became rigid and 
exploded his cum in a long trailing geyser that landed 
high on his chest. Three more spurts flew in the air 
before the remaining semen escaped like bubbling lava 
to run hot down his cock to her milking hand.

The tingle. The tingle. Still there. If she had only a 
moment to work on Alex’s cock, he likewise had only a 
moment at the tingle. Still, watching Alex come was 
definitely awesome. Not knowing what else to do, 
Allison continued to hold Alex’s penis while it 
softened somewhat. "What now?" she asked. I was an 
insane question. One that just popped out without 
thought, but with the almost conscious reality that she 
wanted more. More of Alex’s cock and more of his hand 
under her dress -- at the tingle.

Silence. Allison was aware of the silence as Alex 
flushed with embarrassment, lying on the floor with 
semen splattered on his chest, stomach and groin. She 
looked at the sticky mess of his stuff pooled in the 
hollow of her thumb and forefinger, then she answered 
her own question: "Clean up, I guess."

There was a small sink in the playhouse, with running 
water and several dish cloth size towels. It didn’t 
take long to clean themselves, each avoiding the others 
eyes. Alex had pulled his shorts and pants back up, but 
Allison’s panties still lay in a blue bundle on the 
floor.

"That was so cool, Allison, you know, what you did." 
Alex said finally, leaning over the small sink, eyes 
still averted. "So cool."

And that seemed to break the tension in the playhouse. 
A small grin eased onto Alex’s face, then the grin 
became a full smile and he turned to face the girl who 
had just jacked him off.

Allison smiled as well. "Boy, that stuff came flying 
out of you like a rocket," she said, making an rainbow 
arch motion with her finger. "Clear up on your chest. I 
loved it. Loved watching it. Loved that I made it 
happen."

"Really! Really, Allison? You liked doing it?"

"Yeah, for sure. I want to do it again." Everything 
Allison had just said was true, mostly the part about 
making Alex come. There was a power there, the power to 
withhold or give. Awesome. Even at twelve, Allison was 
already aware that boys would do almost anything for 
almost any aspect of sex. She knew they would promise, 
and plead, and beg for a chance to feel a girls’ 
breast. And to get their hands in a girls panties, well 
for that, the sky was the limit. A girl only had to 
know how to manipulate them. Boys! A strange bunch 
indeed.

"You want to do it again right now?" Alex seemed near 
to some kind of internal explosion. His face was bright 
red, his hands twitched at his side, and he couldn’t 
stand still. Twice he grabbed his crotch as if he had 
to pee. "We could do it again now, Allison. Please. 
Please."

"Wait a minute, Alex. I said I wanted to, but I didn’t 
say when." She had the plan. Maybe Alex would like what 
she wanted him to do, and maybe he wouldn’t. Didn’t 
matter. For another jack off he was going to have to 
lick her cunt. Sure, boys always wanted blow jobs, but 
never once had she heard of a boy licking a girls’ 
cunt. Alex might not want to, but she was sure he would 
-- for a jack off. And Allison figured she would sure 
like it. Maybe it would take care of the tingle.

She told him what she wanted. "I’ll just lay down here 
on the floor and you can do it. I’ll tell you what to 
do."

Alex was stone silent for a full minute. "But that’s 
where you pee," he said finally. "I don’t know."

"You were trying to get me to put your thing in my 
mouth, Alex, and that’s were you pee." 

The words had just slipped out. There wasn’t a need, 
Allison knew it. She also knew as sure as anything that 
she had him. Of course she had him. "That’s the deal, 
Alex, take it leave it."

He took it. In less than another minute Allison was 
lying on her back on the floor of the playhouse with 
her dress hiked up above her waist. Letting Alex see 
her naked sex took a modicum of inner persuasion, but 
the tingle had a need far beyond any modesty Allison 
felt at the moment. No doubt. Logistically, it took a 
bit of maneuvering to get Alex in a good position to 
approach her. Especially when he seemed transfixed with 
her bald cunt. Speechless, stunned, nervous, 
mesmerized. Still, a small pillow beneath Allison’s 
hips did the trick, and as Alex wiggled on his stomach 
between Allison’s open legs his face aligned perfectly 
with her slit.

"Okay," Allison directed. "Go ahead."

Almost immediately she felt Alex’s fingers slip through 
the lips of her cunt, through the inner folds and press 
against her vagina. Her mother’s words flooded into her 
mind.



You have a hole down there, Allison.

Don’t ever put anything in it. Never.

And For Christ’s Sake, Allison,

Don’t ever let a boy put his finger in there.

They call that something dirty.

What do they call it, Mamma?

Of course she knew now what they called it, and she was 
having none of it. Alex wasn’t about to finger fuck 
her. No way.

"No!" she shouted, pushing his hand away at the same 
time. "Don’t use your fingers. Just you tongue. Just 
lick me there." Perhaps, she thought, he didn’t have 
real access to the tingle, maybe she needed to spread 
her legs further. She did. Wide, even though the 
reality of what Alex could see there pained her. 
Christ, she’d seen the, pink inner anatomy of her cunt 
with a mirror, and thought it disgusting. Still, boys 
seemed to value a girls’ cunt almost more than life. 
They were a strange bunch indeed.

She felt his tongue then like a velvet feather tracing 
the sides of her open slit. Up one side to the top, 
then down the other side to the entrance to her vagina. 
He even pressed his tongue into her there. But of 
course it didn’t go far. Back up the other side to the 
top again.

Not the sides, fool, Allison thought, the middle. High 
up in the middle of that mess. The tingle. The little 
nub there. The seat of the tingle.

And when Alex finally found it, by accident or not, 
Allison tensed, instinctively moved her hips upward to 
the sensation. One hand moved to the back of Alex’s 
head, holding him at the spot in her slick cunt.

"There," she said in a near whisper. "Right there."

Alex swirled his tongue around her stiffening clit and 
a moment later pulled it into his mouth like a piece of 
spaghetti, sucking, sucking.

The tingle became an immediate flutter, like 
hummingbird wings beating inside her belly, radiating 
to her groin, down her legs, to the pucker of her rose 
bud asshole. And, of course, to her clit. To that 
marvelous bud of sensations beyond description. She’d 
arched her back further without knowing it. Held Alex’s 
head to her crotch with an iron grip as the flutter 
turned to something that trembled inside of her like 
seismic waves, rolling through her abdomen from belly 
button and beyond the slit between her legs. 

Holy Mother Of Christ, she thought, as a twitch seemed 
to launch a thousand minor tsunamis in the fluids 
rolling inside of her and seeping from that hole 
between her legs. The first spasm hit a minute later 
with a force that took Allison’s breath away, another 
followed and several more in quick succession. She felt 
her vagina and ass hole constrict, release and 
constrict again as the spasms roared through her body 
like a freight train.

It seemed to go on forever, even though she knew it was 
only moments in time. Fading, fading and the sweet 
ecstasy of her first orgasm left her weak and limp. It 
took a moment longer to realize she had Alex’s head 
locked between her clamped legs, a moment longer to 
release him.

See, Mamma, I didn’t touch myself down there.
See, Mamma, I didn’t let a boy put his finger in there.
Just his tongue, Mamma.
Maybe a half inch, Mamma.
It was so good, Mamma.
Why didn’t you tell me?
Damn you, Mamma, damn you.

Alex was talking to her, of course he was. She heard 
the words, but didn’t comprehend what he was on about. 
He was sitting between her open legs, staring, alarm 
etched in his eyes and face.

"What happened, Allison?" She finally understood. A 
smile inched across her mouth. "Are you alright, 
Allison. I thought maybe you’d had a fit or something."

"A fit! Christ Alex. No. I came, like you did when I 
made the stuff come out with my hand."

"Nothing came out of you, Allison, except maybe 
something like juice that was all slippery."

"Girls don’t need to have stuff come out, just boys. 
Christ, Alex, do I have to tell you about the birds and 
bees? About sperm and eggs?"

Alex shifted his eyes to the floor. "No, you don’t." 
Then as an afterthought. "Could you get pregnant, 
Allison? Could you?"

"No, not yet anyway. I haven’t started my periods."

"Then sometime maybe I could put my thing in you?"

"Hardly, Alex. Come on now, get real. I’m not going to 
let you do that. No way." But her words didn’t mesh 
with what was in her mind. Maybe you can, she thought. 
Yes, maybe I’ll let you. We’ll see.

"Thought I would ask," Alex grinned. "No harm asking. 
But did I do what you wanted good? Did I do it good?

"Oh yes, Alex, you did it real good."

"Then maybe you’d put my thing in your mouth, like I 
did to you?

"I’ve got to give it to you, Alex. You are persistent. 
But that wasn’t the deal. I said I would make the stuff 
come out again with my hand. Remember?" But she 
wondered if it might be wise to at least let him have a 
reward. Maybe a ten second blow job. Give him reason to 
suck her again. Maybe. "But I’ll think about it, okay? 
For now take your pants and shorts off."

When Alex stood to drop his pants, Allison knee walked 
to where he stood, and when his penis sprang free from 
his shorts she took it in her mouth. Ten seconds. Ten 
seconds that almost made him collapse, as his legs 
buckled and he held her shoulders for support. Reward 
enough. He’d stand on his head and sing the Star 
Spangled Banner to have her do it again. For sure. 
Allison had him.

She carried the reward a bit further as she ministered 
to his cock for the second time. Reaching between her 
legs she took the juice there to make his boy thing 
slick and slippery, then slowly worked him, bringing 
him close, then backing off, close again then backing 
off. When Alex did finally come he was as weak and 
exhausted as she had been with her climax.

Cleaning up again, Alex asked. Of course he asked. "Can 
we do this again, Allison? Please!"

"Don’t know, Alex. You get to be a pain, always asking 
for stuff. Wanting to put you thing in me.

He was quick to answer. "Okay, I won’t ask anymore. I 
will just leave it up to you what we would do. Okay, 
Allison? But give me an idea if you want to do it 
again." He looked hopefully at the girl who only 
recently had been his chum, his pal, his equal and who 
now, without his knowledge had become his master. "Huh, 
Allison."

After absently toying with the hem of her dress, as if 
in deep thought, and after retrieving her panties from 
the floor, Allison had a single word for the boy she’d 
had the crush on all of her life.

"Maybe," she said.

As Alex followed her out the door of the playhouse he 
whispered in her ear. "You tasted so good, Allison. So 
good. I’d do that to you anytime you wanted, and you 
wouldn’t even have to do anything for me if you didn’t 
want to."

Later that night as Allison worked her fingers around 
her swollen clit and finger-fucked her virgin hole she 
sent a mental note.

This one’s for you, Mamma.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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