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(MMf-teens, 1st, inc, oral) *** Little sister don't you kiss me once or twice, say it's very nice And then you run Little sister don't you do what your big sister done... Being a younger sister is great when you're little. Jenny was two years older than me, and she was my protector, organiser and friend throughout my childhood. Then when she turned sixteen, everything changed. That was when boys became the focus of her life and I was suddenly the annoying younger sister who was in the way whenever her friends came round. They would huddle in her room to talk about boys and bands and surf the net – I know because I was in the next room with a glass against the wall, listening. That's where I was on the Sunday afternoon when she had a boyfriend round for the first time. His name was Steve, he was in her year, and they had dated for the first time the evening before. Mom allowed them to go to Jenny's room to use the computer provided the door was left open. They obeyed that to the letter, leaving the tiniest crack in the opening, and I went next door to spy. I should tell you about Jenny and me. We were both medium height with long dark hair, and years of tennis and field hockey meant we were trim and tanned. I thought she was prettier, but that is not to say I wasn't good looking - my class voted me top three in the homecoming queen. It's just that Jenny was a bit more developed than I was – being frank, I envied her her bigger tits. Funnily enough, although she was older Jenny was the shy one. I was always the one who tried out for the school play or stepped up for karaoke, while she stayed quietly in the background. I was pretty certain that Steve was her first date – mom did not allow us to date one on one until we were sixteen – while I had already snuck out to movies a couple of times with a guy and made out. Jenny and I used to share everything – there were no secrets. I remember once we were looking at porn on the net, a girl hardly older than us sucking a cock. I thought it was gross, but Jenny surprised me. "I think that's hot," she said. "Imagine the feeling of turning on some guy that much. Look at her – she seems to be enjoying it." I looked again at the picture and then the rest in the series. Jenny was right – I could feel a dampness between my legs as my imagination went to work. We bookmarked the site and revisited it often. We even made up a name for the girl – Samantha – and I would have to hold back fits of giggles when Jenny would tell mom she was going to her room to call Samantha. Jenny and I used to go to the mall together, either in a group or just the two of us, and we always seemed to like the same clothes and rate the same boys. As I say, all this changed when she turned sixteen. Now I had to eavesdrop if I wanted to know what was going on in her life. Now it was her friends who decided which boy was hot and what music was cool: my opinions didn't count any more. The real end came when she announced that she wouldn't be coming to my fifteenth birthday outing – I was going skating with friends – as she had 'a previous engagement'. I heard her through the wall telling her friends how she narrowly missed out on having to spend a whole afternoon with the kids. I had never been so hurt and upset in my life. I vowed that I would get her back, get her to see how it felt to be let down. That's what brought me to my room on a Sunday afternoon with my ear pressed against the wall. Steve was talking. "I'm sure your breasts are nicer than hers. If you let me have a look I can be certain." Jenny giggled. "Are you sure it would stop there? It looks like she's turning you on enough already. I call her Samantha." I was furious. She was showing him Samantha. And not we call her but I call her… "If you really want to see me turned on you could try doing that to me." Steve's voice sounded a little hoarse. "Maybe some day," said Jenny. "Let's concentrate on kissing for now. I like taking things slow." I heard a lot of sloppy slurpy sounds for about ten minutes, and then Steve said "put your hand here. Just hold it." "Slow down," said Jenny, "I'm not ready for that stuff yet." There was more noise of movement, then Steve, sounding angry, said, "I can't take this. You show me porn and start to get heavy, and then you stop. I need to go and take care of myself." "Don't be like that," said Jenny. "Weren't you enjoying kissing me?" "Sure, but I'd like some other things more. I gotta go." The door opened and I heard Steve walking away. An idea popped into my head, and before I had time to think it through I was out the door and following him. I caught up with him in the drive. "Steve, do you want me to hold it?" He stopped, startled. "What do you mean?" "I heard you and Jenny. Do you want me to do it?" "Yeah sure. Are you sure?" Instead of replying I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the back of the garage. "Show me what to do," I said. He unzipped his pants and freed his penis so that it stuck out about six inches. It was the first one I'd seen in real life except my dad's, and the first erect one outside of Samantha. Steve took my hand and wrapped it around the girth. "Squeeze it a little," he said, "and move your hand up and down a bit." I did alright for my first time. Steve began panting and making little moaning sounds, and in about thirty seconds he began to shoot white come all over the garage floor. I wasn't sure if I should take my hand away so I left it where it was as Steve's penis softened. Some of the come stuck to my fingers and I was not sure if he would be insulted if I wiped it off. We might have been frozen in immobility if it had been left to me, but Steve abruptly pushed my hand away and tidied himself up. "Thank you," he said awkwardly, "that was great. You were great." "I could do it again," I said. "Or I could give you a blow job." "You could? You would?" "Sure," I said. "I could come round next Saturday. I could even show you my breasts." "You got it," he said. "What time?" "You can choose the time," I said, "after you split up with Jenny at school on Monday. You have to do it publicly so I get to see it. Then we can arrange Saturday." Steve looked as if he wanted to say something but thought better of it. He half bent to kiss me and then changed his mind, gave me a sort of pat on the arm, and left. I went back to my room to think over what I had done. No problem, I could always back off. I thought about that penis, that cock, shooting off, and Steve's intensity. I remembered the come on my hand and sucked my fingers, tasting it and imagining a cock filling my mouth with the stuff. I thought of the look on Samantha's face. And I thought how pissed Jenny would be on Monday if Steve went through with the dumping. I really didn't know if Steve would do it come Monday. After all, Jenny was popular and a good catch. And she was in his year. He had to weigh that up against a promise of a blow job from a fourteen – nearly fifteen – year old. I should have known that for a seventeen year old guy hormones win out every time. He did it at lunchtime in the cafeteria. Jenny had gotten her lunch and came over to join him and some other classmates at the table. She touched his cheek and said "Hi Steve. Tracy was asking if we wanted to make up a foursome with her and Randy to see The Fall next Saturday." Steve looked at her. "Tell Tracy," he said, in a loud, clear tone, "I wouldn't mind making up a foursome, but not with you. Tell her that if she has other friends who don't come on and then behave like a twelve year old, then I might be interested. Meanwhile, Jenny, why don't you leave me and my friends to talk privately. We might say things that embarrass you. Perhaps you'd prefer to be on the elementary section table." Jenny looked as if she had been slapped. Her face turned bright red, and she gathered up her books and ran from the cafeteria. You could hear her strangled sobbing as she ran. It was exquisite. Steve turned to me and smiled and mouthed the word "Saturday". By the end of Monday everybody knew that Jenny had been dumped for being a tease. Nobody knew the details but that didn't stop them speculating. The best story was that Jenny stripped down to her bra and panties and wouldn't let Steve even touch her. It was even said that she showed him nude pictures of herself on the net – well that was half true. In any case, Jenny's reputation was shot. That was finally what made me decide to go ahead with my promise for Saturday: I didn't want both Harper girls to be branded teases. I was going to go and suck Steve Wilson's cock while he came in my mouth and while my sister sat at home because nobody wanted to be seen with her. I did have one slight problem. The only thing I knew about blow jobs came from eleven pictures of the lovely Samantha. Other than the fact that I had to open my mouth I didn't have a clue what to do. However, I had almost a week and access to the internet which makes everything possible. I googled 'blowjob' and got almost two million hits. This was going to be easy. Well = maybe not. BeeCee's blog told me that 'experience and practice are the only ingredients needed to give a sensual blow job.' Right. How do you do it before you have the experience and practice? Then I had my moment of inspiration: if I couldn't practice on a cock I could try a carrot or a cucumber. I snuck down to the kitchen and found a cucumber which seemed much bigger than my memory of Steve's penis. I decided on a carrot and took it back to my room. I followed BeeCee's instructions: "Close your mouth onto his cock and flick the underside of his corona with your tongue. Talk to him, tell him his cock is wonderful and that you are not going to stop until he cums in your mouth. Keep your tongue, mouth and hands active. Cup his balls and gently scratch with your finger nails the area between his anus and balls. Cup his balls in your hand: you will fell them tighten as he is about to come." With the carrot and a lot of imagination I managed to follow the instructions. I also found lots more pictures of girls taking cocks in their mouths. For a blow job the rule seemed to be that the guy came in your mouth or on your face and you swallowed all the come you could. One of the sites told me you should always be naked when you give a blow job. I decided to compromise and be topless: after all, I had promised him a look at my tits. I really wished I could have shared all this with Jenny, and I almost felt sorry for her, but she hadn't come to me for support after her public humiliation, preferring to sulk alone in her room, so I let her stew. I was practicing with the carrot on the Thursday when there was a knock on my door. It was mom. "There's a phone call for you," she said. "Someone called Steve. That's not Jenny's Steve is it?" "No, of course not," I said. "Just a guy at school." I took the phone. Steve was very brief. "Are you still going to go through with your promise Saturday or are you like your sister? I'd hate to have to tell about another Harper girl." "No," I said. "I'll be there Saturday afternoon." "Good. Make it before three. I'm at 2024 West Nightingale. I'll be waiting." He hung up and I went back to my practice. Saturday I was so nervous I dressed and redressed about six times. Should I wear a bra? I didn't need one and the only ones I had were quite padded, so when I took it off he might be disappointed. Should I wear a skirt or jeans – jeans were safer. I decided on no bra and a crop top with a tight pair of jeans. At lunchtime even mom noticed I was not my usual self: Jenny was too self-absorbed to notice. I set off at about two fifteen to catch the bus to West Nightingale. I got to Steve's house and he opened the door before I had a chance to ring. "I wasn't sure you'd show up," he said. "A promise is a promise," I said, and then there was a long silence with neither of us knowing quite what to do or say next. "Do you want something to drink?" he said eventually. "Sure," I said, "a coke lite or something." I watched him as he went to the kitchen. He really was good looking. He was wearing baggy black linen pants and a black tee shirt, and he obviously played sport or worked out. He was seventeen, and he had chosen me over my sister. I decided now would be a good time to take off my top. When Steve came back he almost dropped the drinks in surprise. He managed to put them down on the table before crossing over to me and putting a hand on each breast. Then he bent down and licked and sucked each nipple in turn. This wasn't part of the bargain, but what the hell – it felt good. He moved his hand and started rubbing the front of my jeans between my legs. I was getting hot. He bit my nipple and it felt like an electric shock directly in my pussy. He kept on licking and biting while his hand was rubbing me faster and harder. I came with a screech that must have been heard by most of the neighbours. Steve clamped his hand over my mouth and smiled at me. "You liked that?" he asked. "God yes," I gasped. "Good," he said, "because now it's my turn." He led me over to the couch, undoing his pants as we walked. When he sat down his cock was already hard, standing up almost vertically from his body. "Kneel down between my legs," he said, "and take it in your mouth." I knelt and bent over his penis. It seemed bigger than I remembered, and certainly bigger than my practice carrot. I wondered how I could fit it in, and if I could do it right. I was desperately trying to remember what I had read, and then I thought 'just go for it' and kissed the tip. It was wet and a little sticky, but it tasted good and I sunk my lips over the head, licking with my tongue and sucking softly as I did so. I was supposed to tell him that I wasn't going to stop until he came, but it's hard to talk with a cock in your mouth. Steve didn't seem to miss the talking. He was making lots of grunting noises and thrusting his cock harder into my mouth. I felt him grow even bigger and then he shot a load of come deep into my mouth and throat. He must have spasmed about twenty times, too fast for me to swallow it all. I swallowed some, which tasted okay, like a salty mature French cheese, and the rest dribbled down my chin. The whole thing hard lasted less than a minute. Steve was holding my head so his cock was still filling my mouth even as it softened, and he kept repeating "yes, suck my cock" over and over. Eventually he let me go, and I sat back on my heels and looked at him. "Julie, that was amazing. You were great. You look great." "Thank you," I said. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." I went to get my top and Steve stopped me. "Don't rush off. Sit down and have your drink and talk to me. And keep your top off – it'll help me get ready for next time quicker." "There's no next time," I said. "I promised you a blow job and you've had it." "Listen," said Steve, "I gave you an orgasm which was not part of the deal, so you owe me. Give me thirty minutes to recover" As arguments go, it was pretty weak, but I wasn't hard to convince. As they said, practice and experience are needed, and here was my chance to add to mine. And I had loved it. I loved the way I could turn him on so much with just my mouth. I loved the taste and feel of a penis as it grew harder and then softer in my mouth. And I loved the sluttiness of it: I wished I could see a picture of me like Samantha. So I sat down with my coke and talked to Steve. He was easy to talk to and I found myself telling him all about how it was my first blow job and my practising with a carrot. That broke him up, and he said that the carrot deserved congratulations for doing such a great job. He said he thought I must have done lots of them. I told him about practice and experience, and he unselfishly offered to provide both for me any time. I even told him that was very special because he had given me my first orgasm with another person, which made him grin in a very smug fashion. Then he really surprised me when he said it was his first blow job as well, and he was pleased it was such a great one. WE also talked about Jenny. Steve asked me a lot about what she was like. I told him about her being the shy one, and how she had dropped me, which was why I'd come on to him, which was why I was here now waiting to suck his cock again. "That's a good idea," he said. "This time take off the rest of your clothes and come here and blow me." I shook my head and crossed the room to kneel between his legs again. This time was longer. I leaned over and took out his cock. It was only semi-hard, and I could take the whole thing into my mouth. I started sucking and licking at the head, tasting the sharpness and the moistness. I thought I was doing well, but Steve was demanding and kept telling me what to do. 'Suck me harder. Use your tongue more. Use it to flick the slit at the head of my cock. Put more saliva in your mouth, I want to feel and hear you slurping as you suck. Take it all in your mouth. Hold my balls with your hand while you suck. Squeeze them gently. Gently. Make me come in your mouth. Let me feel my cock fucking your mouth.' He went on, and my world was focused on his cock filling my mouth and my hands squeezing his balls. When he came, pulling my face hard onto him, I felt almost delirious. Practice was fun. When I was dressed again – a simple matter of pulling on my crop top – and Steve was once again decent, he said "will we do this again next Saturday?" I thought of how much I would like to, and of how difficult it would be to keep this a secret, and of my parents and of Jenny. I had had my revenge, but I was thinking less about that and more about how good sex felt. I shook my head again. "No," I said. "It was good, but this was a one off. I kept my promise and you kept yours. If you want, call me when I turn sixteen and we can start again." I smiled and touched his cheek, and walked to the door. "All right," he said, "but give me your email address so I can contact you when you turn sixteen. Oh, and you'd better add your birthday." I wrote them down and went home. How much I wanted to tell Jenny. How much I wanted to tell her that I was now a Samantha, and that someone (a boy!) had given me an orgasm. Tell her how good it felt. Instead I went home and had a long bath and watched reruns on television while Jenny stayed in her room. It was Tuesday when I got the first email. It just said "Think again about Saturday" and had three attachments. They were pictures of me. The first was me sitting topless, drinking a coke. The next two showed me with a cock in my mouth and with come on my chin. My god, the bastard had been filming me. I had wished for a Samantha picture – be careful what you wish for. On Wednesday, I got a second, and it was explicit. "If I can't have the real thing, I'll have to share the pictures. Maybe Jenny would like a set" and there were another six shots. I emailed back: "See you Saturday." I have to be honest about this – I was not too devastated about being coerced into a rerun of last week. The email took the decision making away from me so I could do it without having to be responsible. Sex – they always tell you how you have to be careful. The boy won't respect you; True Love Waits; teenagers don't need the pressure. Well, tell that to Juliet: she was what, thirteen? when she met Romeo? They don't tell you how great sex feels. They don't tell you how much you are going to enjoy it. And they don't tell you how it gets better with practice. So that Saturday I got on the bus feeling pretty good. Home was still a gray zone, but I liked having a secret one-up over Jenny even if I couldn't tell her. One day maybe I'd get to teach her. I got to Steve's house and once again he opened the door before I could knock. I went in and stopped suddenly: there were about eight of Steve's classmates sitting drinking. I turned to Steve. "What the hell is going on?" Steve smiled, not pleasantly. "I told my friends about your need to practice blowjobs and they were all kind enough to volunteer their services. Since you were coming here today, we thought we should all be available. Now, do you want to do one at a time or in groups?" I looked around the room and saw nobody who was going to save me. I also saw video cameras set up and a lot of digital cameras: obviously the guys wanted their souvenir snaps. "Let's everyone get our clothes off and start then," said Steve. "You've got a lot to get through this afternoon." The guys were naked almost before he had finished speaking. Nine teenage boys with their cocks already hard, hard for me. I sighed and took off my top, and went over to the couch. "Everything off today," said Steve. "It's more fun to watch when you're naked." I had no choice. I peeled off my jeans and my panties. There were a few whistles as I stood exposed in front of the guys. Steve came over and patted my ass. "I can tell you from experience that she goes better after she comes," he said. Then just like last week he began to lick my nipples and rub my pussy. The difference was that this week I had no jeans and I had an audience. My body didn't seem to care. My whole being was in my clitoris and as Steve thrummed at it I exploded in total ecstasy. If Steve hadn't been holding me I would have collapsed in a heap. When I could focus again I saw all the boys staring, probably they'd never seen a girl come before. Steve took me over to where he had put some cushions on the floor and told me to kneel down. Within two seconds his cock was in my mouth and he was talking at me, telling me what to do. My lips circled the head of his cock, and I swirled my tongue around, warm and wet. Steve moaned and began running his hands through my hair. I speeded up, my lips lightly touching the shaft, and began pumping him quickly using only my mouth. The feel of it crossing my lips, filling my mouth, was sending more tingling feelings through me. I could taste him as he was getting close to coming. Soon I felt the cock twitching a little inside my mouth, felt it growing more rigid, its flesh stretching tighter. Steve's grip in my hair tightened as well and he began to pump his hips in time with my mouth. He was groaning quietly, sighing and breathing heavily. I realized that he was getting ready to come. He was staring down at me, watching his cock steadily fucking my mouth. He returned her look ands smiled happily. "Mmmmmmmm," I whimpered. "Suck it baby," he sighed. "Suck it and swallow my cum." His hips jerked rapidly a few times then, he pushed my face more firmly on to his cock and held it there, hard. I felt his cock throb in her mouth and a second later I felt the first jet as it blasted from his cock and washed across the back of my throat. "Swallow it," he hissed. I felt his come filling my mouth and heard his words as I swallowed. I tasted the salty texture as blast after blast filled my mouth until the cock stopped jumping and twitching. Now it simple dripped a few drops while I sucked on it and licked the head with my tongue. "Aahhhhh," Steve sighed. He held my face forward for a minute while I cleaned his cock then pushed me away with the fingers in my hair. "That was great," he chuckled. "Who's next?" I didn't have to wait to find out. There was another cock in my mouth before I could draw breath, and all the other boys were standing around watching. Some of them were masturbating as they waited their turn, and suddenly one came over and began to rub his cock over my face while I was sucking off his friend. Then he pulled back and with a gasp sprayed his come all over my face. It was amazing. All of a sudden it hit me that I was responsible for all this sexual energy, all these guys were so turned on because of me. I could feel my excitement grow as the fact came to me and the cock in my mouth developed the tell tale swelling. I increased my rhythm and as he prepared to come I could feel the kick inside me reached its highest point. I came again. It was an eruption and lava poured through my body. The need to scream was overwhelming and when the rod made one last thrust into my mouth I lost it and shouted, "FUCK!" My eyes were clenched shut and my whole being was lost in an orgasmic explosion. The rest of the afternoon was a blur. When everyone had had enough after two or even three goes in my mouth my throat was sore and my knees were sore but I felt terrific. All the guys said great things about me and when I looked in the mirror on the way to the shower my face and hair were covered in come. I loved it. I thought I looked so hot. I thought "if one of these guys wanted to fuck me now I'd probably say yes", so I hurried to the shower before I was tempted. When I got back to the living room the guys were watching the video. It looked even better than I would have imagined. I was pretty non-stop. At one stage I had two cocks in my mouth – I didn't remember that part – and the part when I came I was actually strumming my clit as I was sucking. Everyone was saying how they wanted a copy. Then Steve spoke. "Listen guys, that was great, but remember we need to be real careful. Julie isn't even fifteen yet, so if this leaked out we could all be in serious trouble. Julie isn't going to tell, because if her folks saw this they'd probably put her in a nunnery or something. And is school saw it, that's the end of her school career." "How about you lot?" I said. "Your school career too." Steve looked at me. "Don't be stupid. The camera was set up to capture you on your knees. None of our faces are shown. But don't worry – we'll keep the copies safe." I was starting to get worried. Pictures and movies have a habit of breaking free – look at Paris Hilton. Then one of the guys spoke up. "Are we going to do this again next weekend?" "No," said Steve, "this was a special occasion." There was a general chorus of groans at that, but no real dissent until Jeff spoke. Jeff was slightly older than the rest and was a big football player. "Listen. We've got the pictures that Julie doesn't want to be shown. How about she does something for us in exchange?" I thought, "Wasn't today something in exchange?" but he had other ideas. "I mean, we can't fuck her because she's only fourteen, so why not get her to bring her sister, that Jenny? If we get Jenny next Saturday then I'll be happy to guarantee the pictures don't get out." I hardly heard Steve's response but it was clear that the group were all in agreement. Bitch. I got into this because Jenny wouldn't play, and now they wanted her instead of me. Steve must have remembered my talk from last week. "It's okay. You bring Jenny next week – I don't care how you have to do it – and she'll be the one we fuck. You'll still get to practice your blowjobs. I told you – I'm available any time" I traveled home on the bus in a real down mood which was only slightly improved as I ran the video back through my mind. I'd think about the Jenny problem later. Right now I should celebrate my arrival as a fully fledged blow job queen. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 57