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Tommy, A Story About A Young Boy
by Tom (tje@mail.nls.net)

***

A boy and girl are best friends, then girl hooks up with 
an older boy who she loses her virginity to and first 
boy (the best friend) is devastated, but after another 
attempt at a relationship with another boy, the young 
girl finally sees the light and gets with her "best 
friend" again, only now, taking their friendship to 
another level. (mg, bg, youths, 1st, oral, anal, coa)

***

The air of the cool morning was crisp and fresh. The low 
Sun cast long shadows of trees and branches across the 
street and the lawns of the modest neighborhood. The sky 
was dark blue, cloudless. A clump of lilac in the vacant 
lot between Tommy's house and the Reiley's shouted forth 
its beauty and caught the boy's nostrils all of a 
sudden, bringing a slight smile to his pretty face.

Tommy was on a sad quest. The day before he had found a 
dog and brought it home, much to his mother's 
displeasure. He wanted to keep the dog, now that Tippy 
had died, and his mother relented. It was a little, 
mixed- breed mutt, a bitch that yapped and jumped about 
so delightfully as Tommy played with it in his back 
yard.

He stood on the sidewalk that morning, in front of the 
vacant lot, calling for the dog, which he had dubbed 
Toby, a name that he liked, even though it was 
inappropriate for a female dog.

"Tobeee, Tobeee," he yelled, but not too loudly, because 
he knew that people were still asleep. It was a 
Saturday. The dog was gone. She was probably miles away, 
Tommy decided, sniffing garbage, shit and God knows 
what. It was sad for the boy, but not a tragedy, because 
he and the dog, although they had played joyfully 
together, had not yet bonded.

* * *

Tommy was twelve years old. He was still innocent, but 
he knew a lot of naughty things, boy things that he 
could not tell to his mother or to his pal, Sara.

For example, Ricky Johnston, who was a little older than 
the other boys in the sixth grade, had jerked off in the 
shower room in front of Tommy and some other kids and 
shot his stuff clear across to the opposite wall. Ricky 
nagged the other guys to try it, but only Jaimie did, 
and nothing happened. Jamie was then very embarrassed 
and urged the others to give him some more time, but 
everyone had to leave for their next class.

The young boy looked about, after giving up his attempt 
to find Toby, he became very conscious of that morning's 
still beauty. He breathed deeply the fresh air, which 
was not at all moist, and he looked forward to a 
splendid Saturday, his favorite time of the week. He 
walked across the street to Sara's house and rapped 
lightly on the window of her first floor bedroom. Tommy 
waited patiently and was soon rewarded by the appearance 
of her pretty, young face, always perky, even early in 
the morning.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi," he responded to his pal. "Do you want to go up to 
the sand hills?"

"OK, but I have to get something to eat first."

"OK, I'll meet you in front of my house later."

[This is an example of the usual banality of their 
verbal interactions. What else can one expect from kids 
their age? I shall spare the reader and employ dialogue 
infrequently.]

Tommy re-crossed the street, along which only a few cars 
were parked. He went to his house and sat on the front 
steps. With his feet on the step below, his knees rose 
up and his shorts pulled tight, displaying his upper 
thighs almost to his crotch. He did not know that he had 
lovely legs, limbs that some men ogled surreptitiously, 
wondering at their smooth sleekness and hairless sheen. 
His arms were just as beautiful. He was a blonde boy 
with curly hair and the face of a pretty, Nordic child.

As he waited for Sara - probably the best friend he had 
- to come over, he thought about her. She was a few 
months younger than he, not yet twelve years old, but 
she was just a tad taller than he, and over the Winter 
she had grown tits. True, they were small ones, but they 
did poke at her t-shirt and he did notice them. 

Tommy wondered about Sara's tits. He had tried to touch 
them once, but she had socked him in the chest and sent 
him sprawling onto the ground. He wondered about Sara, 
who could run faster than he could, who dared to climb 
trees higher than any boy, and who was a wicked pitcher 
at softball. She seemed to be more grown up than he was 
and she frequently treated him like a younger brother, 
even though he was older than her.

Tommy knew her face. He could not remember a time in the 
past when he had not known it. He took her prettiness 
for granted, not realizing just how incredibly beautiful 
the girl was. If some men stole looks at Tommy, both men 
and woman ogled Sara, the paleness of whose lovely face 
was accentuated by her lustrous, raven black hair, which 
was usually dressed in braids. 

She was five feet tall, and she always stood proudly and 
confident, unafraid of the world, which she was 
determined to conquer. Her limbs, still so young, were 
well formed, soft looking and alluring. We cannot avoid 
the observation that the eleven year old girl was 
extremely sexy, although Tommy would become aware of 
that only later, during the Summer, when his hormones 
began their inexorable rush, tormenting him; when he 
masturbated for the first time and lost his innocence.

* * *

The two of them ventured up the railroad track toward 
the hills of sand at the concrete company a mile north 
of their houses. Sara walked along a rail without 
teetering, while Tommy strode to step on each tie. 

They hurried past an old outhouse that still reeked of 
shit. Construction companies and factories lined the 
track, a spur line along which traffic was so infrequent 
that children stood and watched the trains, when they 
did appear.

Once they reached the two sand piles, each of them 
perhaps thirty feet in height, the two children looked 
carefully about, and, not spotting anyone, scampered up 
the sand, using both hands and feet to climb to the top. 

They were delighted at their feat, which was so 
innocent, yet so naughty to them; they had been chased 
away many times in the past by burly adult men. They lay 
atop the sand, their heads near to each other, but their 
bodies angling away. The eleven o'clock Sun burned down 
on them.

They climbed the other pile of sand and frolicked at its 
top, until a man came out of a small wooden building and 
yelled at them. They then tumbled down the sand hill, 
rolling to its base and hurried off toward the rail 
line, giggling as they ran. When they were safely away, 
they stopped and looked into each other's face, without 
self consciousness, knowing each other intimately, and 
they snickered at their victory over the adult world. 
Tommy took hold of Sara's hand, the one closest to him; 
he did not know why. Sara shook him off, also not 
understanding fully.

The two of them retreated back down the track, and half 
way home they left the rails and turned into a vast 
acreage, much of which was a dry dump. There were heaps 
and mounds of trash, an unusual amount of which seemed 
to be bathroom tile. 

Their destination was certain: a copse of willow trees 
two hundred yards in front of them. The limbs of the 
trees fell to the ground, providing a private space 
inside, where the air was more dense and the dust 
tickled one's nostrils. They had played there often, 
pretending it to be the headquarters of buccaneers, 
highway men and mission control. 

They approached the copse of willow trees, which seemed 
to have taken on the desolation and squalor of its 
surroundings. When they came up to the first tree, they 
heard a sound, a human sound. They looked at each other, 
unsure of what they should do. So, they did what any 
normal twelve year olds would do; they tip-toed forward 
and peered through the branches.

Sara drew in her breath quietly at the scene that they 
beheld. Two older kids were lying naked on a blanket, a 
girl and a boy, the girl on top. They had their heads 
between each other's legs. The boy had his face in the 
girl's pubic hair and he was obviously licking on her. 
The girl, moaning, had the boy's stiffy in her mouth and 
was moving her head up and down on it. 

Tommy was fascinated watching the other boy's slick cock 
going in and out of the girl's mouth. He sprouted his 
own stiffy, the hundredth one of the day so far. 

The girl's moaning increased. It was a brief, repeated 
sound, starting low in register and then rising higher. 
It grew in tempo and loudness. Sara grabbed Tommy's hand 
tightly. He looked down and saw that the fingers of her 
other hand were scratching at her groin. She was 
breathing irregularly. 

Tommy turned his attention back to the older kids having 
sex, when the girl pulled her head up from the guy's 
cock, arched her back and cried aloud as though she were 
in some horrible pain. It lasted for just a few seconds. 

Sara was panting beside him and Tommy could feel her 
rubbing herself quickly between her legs as she grasped 
his hand. 

Soon the girl quieted somewhat and returned her head 
back to the guy's cock and sucked it into her mouth. 
Sara then made a noise like a small animal in distress, 
alerting the girl, who turned her and stared at the two 
young voyeurs. Her scream was frightening. It was so 
angry and loud. 

Tommy pulled on Sara and they ran down the dirt track as 
fast as they could, Sara outdistancing the boy. They 
heard an outraged male voice shouting behind them, but 
they dared not turn to look back until his yelling faded 
behind them. Then they stopped to catch their breath. No 
one was pursuing them.

They walked on towards their homes. Tommy was 
embarrassed to have witnessed that scene with Sara. She 
appeared flushed and was very quiet. The humor of it all 
then came to the boy and he chortled, but Sara did not 
share his mirth. She was very solemn.

"They won't make a baby that way," Tommy observed with a 
snicker.

She looked at him with an annoyed expression on her 
face. "That was the whole purpose, stupid," she sneered.

* * *

The month of June arrived and soon school let out for 
the year. Summer stretched before Tommy endlessly, as is 
only possible when one is twelve years old. He played 
with Sara, now full time. They spent days digging an 
earthen bunker and covering it with timbers, which they 
dragged from the dump. Once finished they hunkered down 
in it and wondered what to do next. 

Tommy noticed a change in his friend's demeanor. Sara 
began to spend a lot of time just staring vacantly, 
thinking of something, perhaps, but definitely leaving 
Tommy out of her thoughts. He felt her slipping away 
from him. Then she went off to camp for four weeks and 
Tommy had to endure an entire month of boredom. 

He became listless and wouldn't keep his room tidy, 
about which his mother complained. He would lay upon his 
bed for hours and dream of Sara. He would clutch his 
pillow and think of kissing her, which he had never 
done, not even a peck. He thought of her tits, then 
larger than before, about how he wanted to feel them. He 
wanted to lick her bare arms and legs. 

One day, as he dreamed of Sara, he pulled down his 
shorts and played with his modest boycock, pulling on 
it. Feeling excitement, he dreamed of Sara's pretty 
face. He dreamed of licking it, kissing it all over. He 
dreamed of sucking and licking on her entire naked body, 
her soft flesh. He continued to pull on his cock and 
dreamed these things until he was surprised by his first 
orgasm. His body stiffened all on its own and jerked 
again and again as lovely sensations flashed through him 
like nothing he'd ever experienced before.

* * *

In the middle of July Sara returned from camp, her skin 
lightly tanned, although her face was still a bit pale. 
She was exuberant for some reason, and she did not 
communicate clearly with her friend from across the 
street. 

Soon Tommy was faced with the enormity of his loss, when 
he saw Sara walk down the street hand in hand with a 
fourteen year old boy, who was as pretty as she. They 
were headed for Warren Avenue, where there were shops, 
restaurants and a movie theater. He looked at her and 
his throat ached. He felt as small as a bug at that 
moment.

The next day, early in the morning, he went over to 
Sara's house and tapped on her window. He had a serious 
purpose. He wanted to tell her that he loved her. After 
a while he tapped again, but she did not come to the 
window. 

For the rest of the day, until dusk, Tommy sat on his 
front porch and waited for Sara, but she did not appear. 
He wanted her to love him the way he loved her. He 
wanted her to know his feelings. When it became dark, 
Tommy's mother called him inside, wondering about the 
boy. He did not sleep well that night, often getting out 
of bed and looking out the window at Sara's house, which 
remained dark.

The next day, after sitting on his steps for hours, he 
finally saw Sara come out of her house. He ran over and 
demanded to know where she had been, perhaps too 
forcefully. She did not look him straight in the face, 
but told him that she and her parents had visited her 
aunt the previous day. Tommy knew that something 
remained unsaid, because the girl shuffled her feet and 
would not look at him. 

Tommy practiced a speech in which he would tell her that 
he loved her, but he could not get a single word out. 
They parted awkwardly and Sara went back into her house. 
Later that day Tommy saw her and the fourteen year old 
boy walking hand in hand down the street toward Warren 
Avenue. He wanted to kill himself.

For the next week Tommy was in extreme misery. His 
mother worried about him, but he would tell her nothing. 
Then Sara came over to his house, looking shabby. She 
had been crying. 

She went with Tommy up to his room, where they sat 
together on his bed. He wanted to touch her, to kiss 
her, but she looked so despondent he was afraid to. 

Then Sara leaned against him and he was excited by her 
touch. Then she told him, choking the words out between 
sobs, that she had "given herself" to Calvin Riges, who 
was trying to make the Guinness Book Of Records by 
taking the most virgins of anyone. That he kept score on 
his bedroom wall with pencil strokes, that she was 
number thirteen. 

Tommy was depressed by the news. He had come to think of 
Sara as his girl, that the two of them would experience 
sex with each other for the first time. He was seething 
inside, but he said nothing. Sara let him put his arm 
around her, but she didn't cuddle, as he would have 
liked.

* * *

A month or so later Sara then took up with another boy, 
a sixteen year old, a high school football player as 
large as an adult. Tommy was outraged. He avoided seeing 
Sara and would shun her when they met by accident. The 
girl looked at him with pain in her face, once opening 
her mouth to say something, but then leaving whatever it 
was unsaid. 

After a few weeks Sara again came over to Tommy's house 
to confess tearfully that she had been dumped by her new 
lover. It seems that she was just too forceful and 
independent. The boy wanted her to be meek and giggly 
all the time. The stupid lout didn't realize the 
exquisite beauty that the twelve year old girl was, whom 
he had repeatedly humped without foreplay.

As Sara and Tommy sat together on the couch he asked her 
why she had let those two guys do what they did to her. 
She was suddenly very defensive and a bit irked at his 
question. But then she looked into his face and said, in 
a low voice, almost a whisper, which Tommy strained to 
hear, that she had wanted to learn about sex and that 
when the first boy had hit on her, she offered him no 
resistance. Sara continued, telling Tommy more about her 
first time than he really wanted to know.

She said that she had found the boy, Calvin, to be 
especially pretty and that she was flattered that he 
paid any attention to her. He had taken her to his 
basement, when his parents and brother were away. She 
let him undress her and touch her all over. Then he got 
undressed. 

Sara went on to inform Tommy that Calvin had a very 
large penis with a lot of hair around it. She had aid 
naked on the basement couch, she continued, and the boy 
had gotten on top of her, shoving himself inside of her, 
hurting her awfully. She had bled, she later learned, 
staining the old couch. 

She had not enjoyed it at all that first time, nor did 
she feel pleasure, when they "did it" for the next 
several days. Then it began to feel better, although 
Calvin was always too rough with her and she had never 
felt the "big" pleasure with him. She had wanted to stay 
with him and to be his girlfriend, to be his steady, but 
she saw that he was growing tired of her. 

He stopped seeing her and took up with another girl, a 
seventh grader who had large breasts. As for the other 
boy in her life, Timmy McDermott, Sara confessed that 
she was the one who started it. She thought that he was 
so big and handsome and that she was so lonely.

"Wait a minute! I have always been here for you. There 
was no reason to feel lonely." Tommy's voice quavered 
with anger.

Sara ran her hand through the boy's blonde hair. "I have 
never thought about you like that Tommy," she whispered. 
"We're just good friends, buddies really."

Sara's words visibly hurt the young boy, who seemed to 
be on the verge of crying.

Sara, not knowing the pain that she was causing her 
friend, went on to describe Timmy's penis, how much 
larger it was than Calvin's, how he was able to give her 
the "big" pleasure, how she loved the feel of his 
muscled body pressed against her.

"Shut up! I don't want to hear this shit! You should 
have waited for me! I'm the only guy who really loves 
you." Tommy got up and left the parlor hurriedly, going 
up the stairs to his room. 

Sara heard him slam the door shut, the loud sound 
telling her that she was no longer welcome in his house. 
She bit her lip, realizing that he had spoken the truth. 
Suddenly she realized that they had loved each other for 
so long that she had taken it for granted. Her eyes 
became moist and she cursed herself bitterly for what 
she had done. She lay upon the couch and sobbed 
convulsively, fearing that she had lost Tommy.

* * *

Tommy's mother knew that something bad had occurred 
between her son and Sara, because the boy would not 
leave the house. He just lounged about, read mysteries 
and watched television. She did not pry, however, 
because she knew that the situation was delicate.

He was full of a furious anger at what Sara had done, 
yet he still loved her. He thought of her as he 
masturbated three and four times a day, but he refused 
to go to her.

Sara's mother also realized that her daughter and the 
lovely Tommy had had a serious spat. She too did not 
bother her child with questions. For three days Sara 
scarcely left her bed. She looked haggard and her eyes 
were red from crying.

Sara was full of anger and shame at herself for having 
let those other boys have her, while she had turned her 
back on the only guy who really loved her and needed 
her.

* * *

About a week after Tommy's incensed outburst Sara went 
over to his house and called him out. "TOMMY!" she cried 
out in her little girl voice, looking at the window of 
his room on the second floor. She saw his face, briefly, 
looking out, but he did not come down to her. 

After lunch Tommy heard Sara calling to him again, 
"TOMMY!" The sound was muffled slightly by the distance 
and the walls of the house, but the intent of her voice 
was clear: she wanted to make up. 

The boy was ready for it. He would accept Sara no matter 
what the conditions. He scooted downstairs, rushed for 
the front door and then stopped, sliding on the rug. He 
then opened the front door and went onto the porch 
slowly, hoping that the eagerness he felt was not 
apparent. 

Sara came to the foot of the front stairs as Tommy 
descended them. She smiled shyly at him, demurely. Tommy 
was still angry at the girl, but he was also hopelessly 
in love with her.

[Kids this age can be very annoying and outrageously 
stupid at times, but their emotions can be as powerful 
as those of a mature adult.]

Tommy knew that she had fucked a couple of dozen times 
by now, but she still looked fresh and sweet, not like a 
whore, a word that had crossed his lips many times over 
the past week. Eventually he had become ashamed to think 
of her like that. All that she had done was experiment 
with sex, and she hadn't chosen him to be her lab 
animal. 

Then he would become angry again for awhile. His cock 
was small; like a boy's and he couldn't really fist it 
that well, but had to use just his fingers. He had no 
hair down there either. He felt so inadequate and 
thought that perhaps Sara had done the right thing in 
her experiments. 

At the foot of the front stairs he just stood and looked 
at Sara. She was so close that he could smell her Ivory 
soap and shampoo. His head was full of jumbled thoughts, 
some of them still bitter, some of them forgiving, full 
of love for her.

Sara had never looked at him like this before, he seemed 
so lovingly and gentle. She took his hand in hers and 
urged him to follow her, with her eyes and a soft tug, 
all anger and bitterness flowed out of the boy. He 
smiled at her, as he had done for all his life, except 
for the past week. They crossed the street hand in hand, 
heading for Sara's house, and any observer would have 
overheard happy, animated words and giggles. Just to 
young kids having fun.

* * *

They went through the front door of Sara's house, as 
they had done since they were toddlers, but this time 
Tommy knew that they were not going to play board games 
or cards. Sara's mother was downtown shopping. They were 
alone in the house. Sara shut the door behind them and 
looked sweetly at her friend, and Tommy realized that 
the scarcely experienced Sara was soon to give him 
lessons. 

This was going to be something new in their friendship. 
It would not be rough housing, not playful wrestling. 
They wouldn't play tag. Tommy could hardly believe the 
enormity of what lay before them because he did know 
what was going to happen, he could see it in Sara's 
eyes. 

They still stood near the closed front door, Sara very 
close to Tommy, their bodies lightly touching. She would 
not cease gazing into his face, and Tommy could not turn 
away hers. Then Sara put her arms around the boy's 
waist, exerting the slightest pressure, not quite a hug, 
but she leaned on to him. 

Tommy grasped her tightly and emitted an emotional gasp, 
almost a sob of joy. He held her head with one hand and 
licked a pale cheek. Then they kissed for the first 
time, the more experienced girl teaching the virgin boy. 
They kissed for a long time as they fondled one another. 
They had to stop, to catch their breath at least. 

Tommy held Sara's cheeks in his hands as he gazed at her 
beauty, something that had always been there, but which 
he really appreciated at that moment for the first time. 
But best of all for him was the expression of purest 
love that beamed from her face.

Tommy didn't know exactly what they would do with each 
other that afternoon. He really didn't know what was 
possible, beyond the obvious, which they could not do, 
because Sara could become pregnant. They clutched to 
each other as they went into Sara's bedroom.

It was an awkward moment for the two of them, standing 
beside the bed, knowing that they would have to find a 
graceful way to become naked. Tommy nervously took the 
hem of Sara's t-shirt into his hands. She raised her 
arms and grinned encouragement at the boy. He pulled it 
up and off, and he beheld tits in the flesh for the 
first time. 

Sara, of course, didn't wear a bra, because she didn't 
need one. Her breasts were small and clung to her chest. 
Her brown nipples stood forth, excited, atop soft mounds 
of perfectly formed pale flesh, which Tommy palmed with 
his two hands, looking into the girl's face and finding 
no objection. The touch was electric for the boy. Sara 
leaned her head forward and kissed his lips as he 
fondled her tits. 

When Sara tugged at his t-shirt, Tommy raised his arms 
and she pulled it off, revealing a lovely, boyish chest. 
They stared into each other's eyes as they undid their 
shorts and took them off, not smiling, but extremely 
excited. They then lay upon the bed clad just in their 
under pants. They rolled together, kissing and fondling 
each other. 

There is no inane dialogue to report. They did all of 
this in complete silence, communicating with just their 
eyes, their hands and their lips. There were, of course, 
sighs, groans and gasps, as they really got into it. 
Tommy set out to realize the day dreams that he had had 
of licking and sucking on Sara's exquisite body. 

It was marvelous for him to suck on her tits, to slaver 
her tummy, to nibble on the soft flesh of her thigh. He 
took each of her ten toes into his mouth. It became too 
much for Sara, who desperately needed relief.

"Take off my panties," she grunted, and he did so 
quickly, revealing a totally hairless groin. Her bare 
vaginal lips were puffed up and inviting. She spread her 
nether lips with her fingers and pointed at her clit.

"Lick on me there. It will be so marvelous. No one has 
done it to me before. You'll be the first."

At that particular moment of extreme sexual excitement, 
Tommy would have eaten her shit. He went down on her.

"Not so rough! Lick it gently. Yes, yes. Just like that. 
Don't stop. Pleeeze! DON'T STOP!"

It took about ninety seconds of licking, during which 
the girl uttered the above dialogue, along with many 
more oral sounds, for Tommy to bring Sara to a crescendo 
of an orgasm. She arched her back off the bed, bucking 
up at Tommy's mouth and squeezed the boy's head between 
her clenched thighs as she shuddered and gasped in 
ecstasy for many seconds.

Then finally, she quieted somewhat, catching her breath. 
Tommy was so enflamed by Sara's display of pleasure that 
without a word he climbed atop her - unmindful of the 
consequences - and desperately tried to penetrate the 
girl. 

Sara, still a bit larger than he, shook him off and 
clasped her thighs tightly together. But she was still 
sexually aroused and was eager to give him the same 
pleasure and relief that he had done for her, if only 
with her mouth.

"I've never done this before Tommy," she murmured as she 
licked down his slender body. "It will be the first time 
for me." 

She licked on Tommy's engorged penis and then took it 
into her mouth. It was scarcely four inches long and not 
as thick as a pealed banana. She savored the taste and 
texture of his soft hardness, sucking on him, and she 
was determined to go all the way. 

Sara was quite unprepared for his explosion. Tommy 
suddenly yelped and spewed his spunk into her mouth. 
Gagging, she coughed violently, almost vomiting.

They had been on the bed, naked together, for less than 
thirty minutes, during which time they had satisfied 
each other sexually. For the next thirty minutes they 
cuddled and kissed, getting aroused again. Tommy wanted 
to penetrate her, but she refused, because of the 
obvious risk. They kissed and fondled instead, but 
becoming increasingly excited.

"You can put it into me... from behind... you know," 
Sara suggested when she was finally so horny that she 
was tempted to do almost anything with him. "I've never 
done that before either," she continued, rolling onto 
her stomach.

Tommy was eager for more, but he knew that it would hurt 
Sara, a girl he loved and didn't want to hurt. He wanted 
to do it. He was suddenly desperate to do it, but he 
knew that he needed lubrication. He jumped off the bed 
and ran out of the room to the bathroom, where he up-
ended bottles and jars in his search. He then found a 
tube of Vaseline and opened it, slicking his hard cock 
as he rushed back to the bedroom, where 

Sara lay, perplexed by his actions. Tommy got onto the 
bed and looked expectantly at the pale, perky butt of 
the girl. Her legs were spread in invitation, lovely 
legs, legs which he had explored with his mouth. He 
climbed between them and positioned his slimed cock. 

He pushed forward, slipping all the way in until he 
could feel the soft butt flesh against his loins. The 
penetration caused Sara discomfort, but not as great as 
the loss of her virginity. She endured it, wanting her 
lover to pleasure himself, although she hoped that he 
would do so quickly. 

Tommy fucked the girl's butt in ecstasy, reveling in the 
novel feel of her, knowing that he was inside her, 
thrusting, thrusting...

"Hurry, hurry," Sara urged, enduring more than she 
wanted.

Tommy relished the feel of the soft body beneath him, 
the touch of Sara's flesh against his. He felt it coming 
and couldn't stop it if he wanted to. Then suddenly her 
was spewing into Sara's ass with a yowl which he did not 
seek to restrain. His body exploded in intense pleasure 
with each pulse of cum forcing its way into his lover's 
bowels.

Finally, Tommy collapsed on top of Sara's back, both 
children gasping for breath, covered in sweat from their 
exertions, totally spent.

After a while they got up and showered together. Sara 
seemed very submissive and Tommy felt very much the man. 
He held his girl in his arms as the two of them were 
pelted by the comforting, warm spray and sudsy soapy 
hands. 

* * *

Tommy knew that Mickey Jacobs had a stash of condoms; 
his father owned a pharmacy. Tommy planned to visit 
Mickey that afternoon and trade some of his stuff for 
condoms. He whispered his plans to Sara, who was very 
pleased with the idea and kissed him back eagerly.

END

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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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