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Renee 
by Sub Dude (weedrowwilson@webtv.net)

***

Suddenly the basement was pitch dark and Larry and two 
of his friends rushed across the room and began to 
tickle and feel-up Renee and another girl, her friend 
Julie. They immediately began a high pitched squealing 
while the rest of the kids in the room sat there sort of 
shocked, what with a bunch of adults right upstairs. 
(bbgg, youths, 1st, coming-of-age)

***

I guess you could say I'd always known Renee. I mean 
when someone is in your kindergarten class that must 
qualify as always. I never really noticed her even 
though she lived just around the corner maybe three 
houses away. Part of it had to do with the fact that she 
was the shy quiet type, and I was, am, and I guess will 
always be the typical Alpha Male. The other part of it 
was the fact that we were only 12 years old.

Now, at 12 I knew a bit about sex. That year my 6th 
grade teacher and the school gifted students coordinator 
had sent my test scores off to Mensa and I was admitted. 
There was also a grade equivalency attached to the 
results which stated that essentially there was nothing 
left to teach me in the remaining 6 years of high school 
since I already tested out at, or above the level of a 
graduating senior. I offer this information not to brag, 
but to explain why my actions and understanding of the 
psychology of situations might seem unusually mature.

Before I get on to Renee, if you'll pardon the pun, I 
should in the interest of full disclosure and complete 
accuracy describe my first brushes with sex and 
sexuality before describing my "first time".

My first overt sexual action happened when I was six. I 
found some magazines in my grandfathers barn on his 
northern Minnesota farm. I knew that they showed naked 
women but I didn't understand that they were very 
graphic magazines he had acquired in Mexico showing 
women using large foreign objects on themselves. All I 
knew was that they would probably be very popular at 
school. So I smuggled them home under the back seat of 
the car on the 2 hour drive home to the suburbs of 
northern Minneapolis.

I brought them to school the next day and showed them 
around in the bathroom before class. The bell rang and 
everyone started to leave except one 6th grader who was 
absolutely paralyzed with fascination. I tried to talk 
him into leaving or giving the magazine back but as a 
1st grader I didn't have a chance. The fuckin' idiot 
just stood there looking at the magazine for 20 minutes 
until the teacher came looking for him and confiscated 
it. It only took about 15 more minutes to track its 
origin back to me.

I began to understand how freaky the magazines were when 
I saw the look of horror on the face on my female 
teacher. I had never seen an adult so shocked and I 
guess her intensity must have registered on my face 
because when she turned back to me there was no more 
anger, she just calmed me down and got my story, then 
sent me back to class. I expect that she called my 
parents but I don't know since no one ever brought it up 
again. I guess no one wanted to talk about old gramps 
being a bit of a freak.

The second incident occurred about 2 years later when 
one of my mothers' friends came over "for coffee" as the 
housewives called it, but in truth they just got 
together to gossip and bullshit. As usual she brought 
her daughter Nikki who was a year younger than me. On 
this day she was wearing a dress and when we were sent 
outside to play I decided to attempt the legendary "let 
me teach you how to do a handstand" ploy. 

I don't know what I was expecting to get out of it, but 
to be honest I never expected it to work. When it did 
however and her little yellow skirt fell over her head 
and I saw those little matching panties I was frozen as 
solid as the idiot with the magazine.

My hands were locked around her ankles holding her 
upside down and she began to try to kick and get down 
but I just couldn't let go. I was fascinated by her 
panties without knowing why. Eventually she got down and 
ran inside and told her mother. My mom was embarrassed 
as hell but Nikki's mother was fuming, I mean completely 
pissed. 

I hadn't figured on that strong a reaction so it made an 
extremely deep impression on me. I learned that mothers 
freak out when you try to see their daughters goodies. 
Nikki's mom never brought her over again, as a matter of 
fact, her mom never came over to our house again either, 
my mom always had to go over there. And leave me at home 
of course. 

As a side note, I must have made an equally strong 
impression on her too because years later when there was 
a spate of garage burglaries in the neighborhood I heard 
from other neighbors that she had made the rounds of 
those affected trying to convince them that I must be 
the guilty party. I wasn't of course, but the only 
reason I can figure for her to be so convinced is that 
she too must remember that day in the back yard.

The third and final pre-coital incident of my youth 
occurred when I was 10. It also took place with one of 
the children of my parents' friends.  This time it was 
an older boy however. His name was Greg and he was 14.  
He was a fucking geek. I mean in retrospect what kind of 
retarded 14 year old wants to hang out with little kids. 
But he was that type of guy. Hanging out with little 
kids and playing GI Joes. 

Anyway, he had an older brother who was 19 and had a 
large playboy collection. Greg had stolen several and 
one day he offered to "give" me one if I would give him 
a "blowjob". Luckily in his mind this meant putting my 
mouth against his crotch through his jeans and blowing 
my hot breath on it. Strange in retrospect, but what did 
I know, I was 10.

So, I got the playboy home and kept it for about a week. 
Sneaking downstairs to stare at it a couple of times a 
day. Finally my mother caught me and though I never told 
her how I got it, which I'm sure would have really 
freaked her out, I was still met by the same look of 
horror I had seen on my 1st grade teacher and Nikki's 
mother. By this time the knowledge was deep set. Adults 
lose their minds when they catch kids experimenting with 
sex. This was firmly imprinted on my brain and would 
prove to be the primary factor in convincing me to act 
when I discovered that this "law" was not universally 
enforced.

Now we come to Renee. As I stated before I had never 
really noticed her, that is until her 12th birthday 
party, 2 weeks before the end of our 6th grade school 
year. Renee's situation was unusual in our neighborhood 
in that her mom was single and worked as a cocktail 
waitress at the local pick-up bar. As it turned out, her 
mom, even though we were only 12, had been not so subtly 
suggesting that she "find a boyfriend". She encouraged 
this first by the party. At this age most of the parties 
parents threw for kids were usually same sex and the 
parents never let the kids out of their sight, hovering 
over them like vultures.

Renee's mom Linda however insisted that she invite the 
neighborhood boys and the children of some of the 
parents she knew from the bar.  After the cake and a 
couple of games the kids were all herded into the 
basement so the parents could sit upstairs and drink and 
bullshit.  Before closing the door to the basement Linda 
said slyly and with a grin that she didn't want any 
hanky-panky going on. I was shocked because it seemed to 
imply that she did in fact want that and wouldn't be too 
angry if it did. This was the total opposite of the 
vibes I had picked up from adults in my previous 
experiences and sure caught my attention.

One kid at the party was named Larry Boreen. He had 
always been the most sexually aggressive kid in our 
grade. He had a big group of flunkies who he would order 
to pull up girls' skirts and stuff. A couple of his 
friends were also at the party and after about 10 
minutes of weirdness, that typical junior high dance 
thing with the girls on one side of the room and the 
boys on the other, Larry sent one of his goons to the 
top of the stairs to shut off the light.

Suddenly the basement was pitch dark and Larry and two 
of his friends rushed across the room and began to 
tickle and feel-up Renee and another girl, her friend 
Julie. They immediately began a high pitched squealing 
while the rest of the kids in the room sat there sort of 
shocked, what with a bunch of adults right upstairs. 
After 30 seconds or so Linda appeared at the top of the 
stairs and turned on the light. I waited for the shit to 
hit the fan. I expected Renee to run to her mom and bust 
Larry and his friends. It didn't happen. Renee just sat 
there looking embarrassed, her face flushed with red. 

Her mom asked what was going on and Renee immediately 
replied "Nothing".  Her mom left and the same thing 
happened again. By this time I wanted in on the action, 
but the situation didn't seem to allow it. Only Renee 
and Julie continued to sit on the couch where the 
"assault" happened. It seemed that staying on the couch 
was a sort of signal that it was ok.  There were too 
many guys for only 2 girls but my mind was already 
spinning with the possibilities this new information 
could lead to.

After the third time she was drawn to the top of the 
stairs, Linda had had enough. She called us all out of 
the basement and sent us out to play in the back yard. 
The "damage", if you will though, had already been done. 
I had OFFICIALLY noticed Renee. My initial feeling was 
of jealousy. I was pissed that Larry had gotten a feel 
and I hadn't. I realized however, that with Larry living 
across town and school about to let out that she 
wouldn't see him again for 3 months and during that time 
I decided that I would take my shot at "getting to know 
her a little better".

At this point maybe I should give you a complete 
description of Renee, especially since this is also the 
point when I began to notice. As I've said earlier she 
was small and shy. These were her most obvious 
characteristics. She had chestnut brown hair in a short 
schoolgirl type cut and brown eyes. At our age some of 
the girls had grown well past the boys in height and had 
begun to develop noticeable breasts. Renee was a little 
under average height and her breasts were only just 
beginning to show. 

I took notice of this on the bus during the week after 
the party. I started to sneak looks at her on the way to 
and from school. One day she wore a light T-shirt since 
it was late May and beginning to get warm out. I was 
sitting to the side of her and I noticed the swelling of 
her breasts. They seemed larger set against her tiny 
frame. It was a very undercover type deal. I had seen 
enough movies to know that girls are worried about what 
other people think and about their reputations and stuff 
so I decided right off the bat that I didn't want anyone 
else to know about what I was up to. 

The last week of school I put my plan into action. I 
took one friend, Tim, who was also at Renee's party and 
was a year younger than us, and we went around the block 
Monday morning and waited for the bus at Renee's stop. 
It was a little weird and a little blatant but it was 
all part of the plan. We didn't talk to her or anything 
since there were other people around, but you could tell 
our presence made a stir. As I've said, I'm the Alpha 
type. Not only was I smart I was also the toughest kid 
in my grade. Since I was in 6th grade that made me the 
toughest kid in the school and most certainly the 
toughest kid at the bus stop. So I sort of took it over, 
organizing games and basically establishing my dominance 
over everyone before the bus came.

The idea was to sort of show her how cool I was. I found 
out later that she had already been whipped on me for 
over a year. In 5th grade we both had the same homeroom 
teacher which meant we spent most of the day in the same 
classroom. The entire year of physical education in 5th 
grade revolved around a series of tournaments between 
teams made up of all three classes in the grade, three 
teams of 8 from each class. 

What seemed unlucky for me at the time, Renee ending up 
on my team, turned out to be very lucky indeed a year 
later. Renee was a terrible athlete.  Like many girls, 
especially at this time, ('81) she had no confidence in 
her physical abilities. Often she wouldn't even try, in 
the feeling that not trying wasn't as bad as trying and 
failing. This drove me nuts.

To minimize the damage she could do to the team I ALWAYS 
placed myself right next to her so that I could cover 
her ineptitude if necessary.  I also was constantly 
reassuring her and encouraging her to try. Whenever she 
did something right I praised her. To me it was no big 
deal. It was just effective, I wanted to win. Some 
people I yelled at, some I coddled, whatever worked. We 
did win the championship by taking 4 of the 7 
tournaments and I didn't give it or her another thought. 
I found out later that Renee did think about it, a lot. 
She had developed a major crush on me.

So anyway, the day after school let out I talked to Tim. 
I told him that I had scoped out the situation. Renee's 
mom left at 6 at night for work.  I knew that she was a 
waitress and that the bars closed at 2. Her dad had 
moved out the year before, at the same time I was giving 
her a lot of attention, and had taken her little brother 
to live with him so I knew that she was alone in the 
house all night. I also knew that Julie, who by the way 
was sort of fat and not nearly as attractive, had to be 
in the house by 9:30 at night in the summer. They would 
be together until then so I decided to wait until 10:30 
before making our appearance. I wanted her to have time 
to begin to feel alone, maybe even lonely.

At 10:30 Tim and I walked up to her door. I told him to 
follow my lead.  To be VERY nice. Kiss her ass. Butter 
her up. If he freaked her out or got rough or pissed her 
off I would kill him. We were going to take it as far as 
we could. When I heard her tell her mother that nothing 
had gone on after she had been felt up, she had become 
mine. My personal goddamn property. When she said 
nothing happened, in a way, she had protected those 
guys. No one and nothing was going to stand in the way 
of my receiving that same protection, of my being 
accepted by her in that way. I NEEDED her to accept my 
attentions.

I knocked on the door and Renee answered wearing jeans 
and a T-shirt.  She seemed a little surprised. I told 
her we snuck out and were  walking around and saw a 
light on. I asked if we could come in to watch a little 
cable. I said that there was a movie on HBO we wanted to 
watch. I knew I was in for a good night when she said 
yes.  Renee led us to the living room and sat on the 
couch and I sat next to her. Tim sat on the floor.  She 
turned the tv to HBO and we began to watch a movie 
called "Over the Edge" about juvenile delinquents 
starring Matt Dillon. I kept glancing at Renee out of 
the corner of my eye and she began to notice. Neither of 
us said anything and after a few more minutes I reached 
over and tickled her. 

She giggled and pushed my hand away but she also stuck 
her leg out, pushing it against my chest. Even after I 
sat back she kept it on me, bringing the other leg up 
onto the couch and stretching out full length keeping 
both legs in contact with me and playfully trying to 
keep me away. We had now begun to establish real 
physical contact for the first time and my hormones were 
beginning to boil. Tim had now turned his back to the tv 
and was staring at us.

Competitor that I am, I was not going to let Renee win 
this thing so I grabbed her legs and held them down, 
then sat on them, pinning her on the couch. She tried to 
push me off as I began to resume my tickling.

Her face began to flush like I had noticed before. She 
was telling me to stop but in a playful, not serious or 
angry way. Then I began to tickle higher up her chest 
finally with both hands giving her tiny breasts a little 
squeeze. At this point my body was blocking Tim's view, 
and when our eyes meet she seemed a little stunned but 
she didn't say a word. I took this as yet another sign 
that she was ok with this. I took the plunge. With both 
hands on her tits I leaned over her and pressed my chest 
over hers, placing my mouth on hers and giving her a 
long kiss. My first, and as I found out later her first 
too. We kissed for minutes, my hands beginning to get to 
know her breasts.

They were small but then so were my hands. I supported 
their weight from the bottom, hefting them in my palms, 
both thumbs rubbing circles over the hard points of her 
nipples. Our tongues danced, both exploring, figuring it 
out as we went along. 

After a couple of minutes of this Tim was on his knees 
hovering over us, obviously feeling very left out. At 
this point I stopped kissing her and gently pulled her 
off the couch and onto the floor. She didn't protest 
much, but as she lay back I reached for the hem of her 
shirt. She started to panic a little and grabbed my hand 
to keep me from pulling it up but I just kept talking 
softly, saying "Come on.. Please", "I just want to look" 
and other things.

Finally I just sort of pulled up harder than she was 
pulling down. She was still saying no, no, but as they 
say, her eyes were saying yes, yes.  She could have 
stopped me at any time by threatening to tell her mom or 
saying no like she meant it, but I guess she was going 
through the motions of what she thought a "good girl" 
would do. 

As her shirt rose up her chest I was treated to my first 
glimpse of live titties, in the flesh so to speak. They 
were small as I've said before and dominated by large 
puffy nipples which were rock hard and pointed off her 
chest more than an inch. The flush of her face I found 
out continued down her neck and nearly to her now 
exposed breasts. I tossed her shirt aside and lowered my 
mouth to her right breast. I sucked her large nipple 
into my mouth and made slow circles over it. Tim now 
scrambled around to the other side and took her left tit 
into his mouth. Renee had given up fighting at this 
point and laid her head back, closing her eyes.

Tim and I were completely focused on our respective 
breasts. Each of us getting our first tastes both 
literally and figuratively of second base.  For more 
than 10 minutes no one said a word. Just the sound of 
slurping and sucking. Renee brought her hands up to rest 
on our heads, running her fingers through our hair, her 
eyes still closed and head laid back.  Now while staying 
active with my mouth I moved my right hand down her body 
placing it over her pussy and squeezing it gently 
through her jeans. She tensed a little but made no move 
or sound to stop me. After a minute of rubbing, her legs 
relaxed and opened even wider to give me better access.

She seemed to be warming up very well so I decided to 
attempt the next step. Getting her damn pants off. I 
took my mouth from her breast and started to kiss her 
deeply again. She placed her hands on my head and pulled 
my face tightly to hers. While kissing I moved my hand 
up slightly until I reached the button at the top of her 
jeans. Now she really tensed up. Her hands left my head 
and reached down to grab mine.  "No don't", she said, 
for the first time sounding as if she meant it. I kissed 
her again. 

"Please, come on, I promise I'll be nice, we can stop 
anytime you want".  She shook her head but I opened the 
snap anyway, stopping her protest by kissing her long 
and deep again. While kissing her I gently placed my 
hand into her jeans and against her panties, just 
cupping her and rubbing softly with the heel of my hand.

Her pussy was hot in my hand, the heat growing with each 
moment. I was overcome, I had to go for it. I sat back 
and turned to her legs, Tim still with her little tit in 
his mouth and sort of holding her down with the 
pressure. I took hold of her shoes and removed them one 
after the other. She was saying "No don't" again, also 
with more emphasis but still well short of angry or 
totally serious. I didn't respond this time or even meet 
her eyes, just reached up and began to pull her pants 
off, pulling them down and off even as her hands 
struggled to keep them on.

As they came off I saw that she was wearing little 
cotton panties with yellow and orange flowers on them. 
Marigolds? I can still picture those flowers today. My 
first panties, the first of what would prove to be many, 
but memorable because they were the first. They were 
tight on her, like a bathing suit but much lighter and 
more sheer. Showing a great deal more detail. I could 
see the outline of her beautiful pussy, and I do mean 
BEAUTIFUL!!! It was the most beautiful thing I had ever 
seen in my life. I knew then that her pussy and I would 
become great friends. I gazed upon it lovingly.

Renee froze up. She pulled her legs together under her 
and sat up, crossing her hands over her chest. Looking 
up into my face and shaking her head no. I stood up and 
said "It's ok we won't do anything you don't want to do, 
look we'll get into our underwear too."  Strangely this 
seemed to calm her down a bit. I guess as kids to be the 
only one in their underwear felt strange but if everyone 
was it was no big deal.  Tim and I both stood and 
stripped off our shirts and jeans. Our little dicks 
poking tents into the front of our tighty whiteys. We 
both again knelt beside her and began to gently push her 
back down to her back, resuming our respective places 
stimulating her warm shaking body.

I knew that I wasn't home free yet. I turned my 
attention to Renee, the person attached to my new best 
friend. I stepped up the attack, adding a little diverse 
stimulation, alternately kissing her and her breasts, 
lightly pinching her erect nipples when they weren't in 
my mouth. My hand now came for the first time into 
direct contact with a steaming snatch. I extended my 
middle finger and slid it down the wet crease between 
her swollen lips, finding the little hole at the bottom 
and caressing softly over the top and up again, finding 
a little bud at the top which caused her to jump a 
little when I touched it. I kept all of this up for a 
while.

Tim was still where he was when he began. His mouth 
locked on her left tit. It hadn't left it. He hadn't 
said a word since I first touched her breast. He was 
eleven and he had a hold of the breast of a nearly naked 
twelve year old. He was fuckin elated. He was just 
trying not to piss anyone off. She hadn't tried to stop 
him from  sucking on it so he stayed with that.

I, on the other hand, had been consciously moving the 
encounter forward. I had a plan I had been putting into 
effect for more than two weeks. I had seen enough 
movies, "Pretty Babies" I think was one with Matt Dillon 
in it also. Him and Kristy McNicole and Tatum O'Neill. I 
knew it was a race. Try to get sex as early and as often 
as possible. I was the obnoxious kid waving his arm 
because I knew all the answers, the kid who was faster 
and more aggressive than the other kids at sports.  This 
was another step in keeping ahead of the pack and 
filling my huge appetite for knowledge.

Two minutes of soft fingering had brought Renee to a 
VERY relaxed state.  Her body lay limp. Her eyes were 
closed and her face was relaxed, her color seemed to 
have almost returned to normal. Watching her face with a 
nipple in my mouth I could see she was past fighting. 
She seemed to be really enjoying this. The stories in 
Penthouse Forum weren't lying. They had set out the game 
plan. I knew that kissing was first and then you touched 
the breasts. R-Rated movies showed this, but they left 
off there. Forum filled in the blanks, telling what to 
do with the breasts, saying that the next step was to 
finger the pussy, supposedly this would get her hot. It 
did. The next step was always to eat the pussy.

I left her breast and moved back down her body. I hooked 
my fingers in the top of those little panties and began 
to pull them down. Her legs jerked a little in reaction 
but then fell down and relaxed. She lifted her hips a 
bit to help me ease them off. They were completely 
soaked by this time and there was no denying the fact 
that she was turned on. As I removed them I saw another 
in a long night of firsts.    

Her pussy which had looked so nice through the panties 
and felt so welcoming and warm to my hand kind of scared 
me. There was much less hair than on the girls in 
magazines but I didn't have much hair either.  No, what 
really looked strange to me was its coloring. It was 
absolutely ENGORGED with blood. It looked like it hurt. 
She didn't seem to be in pain though so I decided it 
must be normal and dove in. I mean almost literally.

This was what I had been looking for. I didn't expect 
her to let me fuck her but I had hoped she would let me 
eat her pussy. Like I said I was pretty smart for my 
age. I looked at this like I was getting the opportunity 
to learn how to drive a car. The chance to learn a skill 
which would come in handy for the rest of my life. I 
wasn't looking to get anything out of this for myself 
other than the chance to get up close and personal with 
a real live pussy. I knew even then that if I learned 
how to tame it I could put this knowledge to use over 
and over again for the rest of my life.

I buried my face between her thighs, which immediately 
locked around my head. She also let out her first moan. 
A drawn out "Ohhhh". I grabbed her under her ass with 
both hands and pulled her even tighter against me. My 
tongue found her hole at the bottom while the bridge of 
my nose rubbed against the bud at the top. I lapped 
enthusiastically, tasting her juice. It was strange but 
exciting. She began to respond fiercely both hands now 
pressing on the back of my head. Tim by now felt free to 
begin playing with and sucking on both of her breasts. 

Suddenly Renee nearly snapped my neck. She moaned loudly 
"Uhhh Uhhh Uhh" and began to convulse. Forum had told me 
about this, she came. She collapsed and lay limp, spent. 
This however only made Tim and me more bold. With her 
relaxed like this we had unrestricted access to her 
body.  We could pull back a little and attack with more 
precision and less overwhelming force. We kept up the 
action and after only a minute or so she was ready for 
more, gripping my head tightly between her thighs and 
now moving Tim's head back and forth over her breasts at 
her whim, and now that I notice not allowing Tim to try 
to kiss her.

I rode that pussy for over an hour and a half, trying 
dozens of variations of technique, reading her beautiful 
box like it was my favorite book. I learned to read its 
reactions, judge its various moods and stages. I almost 
forgot there was a person attached, I was so fascinated 
by it. Renee seemed to be having similar feelings. Her 
eyes stayed shut and she seemed like she was in some 
kind of a trance. No one had spoken for over an hour, 
the only sounds the ever more vocal moans leaving 
Renee's lips as orgasm rolled over orgasm. I counted 12 
as I knew that the number of orgasms the girl had was a 
direct comment on the performance of the male.

By now my jaw was getting sore and Renee was like a rag 
doll. After her 12th O I stopped and moved up her body. 
Her head came up and her eyes opened for the first time 
in a long while. She looked exhausted as her face came 
for mine, a look I was later able to identify as that of 
totally blissed out love. We kissed passionately, she 
tasting her own juices, unashamed, from my mouth. I 
backed off and reached down pulling my briefs to my 
knees. Renee's eyes locked onto it as my little pecker 
hit the air. They stayed there as I lifted my knees and 
took them off. I sat down on my ass and reached for her. 
I put my arms around her and pulled her toward me. She 
slid forward still watching my cock as she inched her 
pussy toward it.

It was pointed almost straight up so as she slipped her 
legs over the top of mine and sat tightly in my lap 
facing me. My dick was pressed firmly between our bodies 
rubbing up and down the slit of her pussy the way my 
finger and tongue had before. The feeling was fantastic. 
My dick had been rock hard the whole night but it hadn't 
been touched, even by me. Now here I was rubbing it all 
over the very wet and hot pussy of a hot young girl. I 
was at the edge of 4th base, almost a home run. It was 
more than I ever expected. For Renee though it seemed to 
be a little less than she was willing to offer. Because 
suddenly she reached down and took my dick in her hand. 
Leaning back she bent it down and aimed it at that 
little hole I had been paying so much attention to. 
Apparently it was still hungry.

Renee I found out later had had her first orgasms that 
night and enjoyed them A LOT! She too knew that there 
was one step left to accomplish. She knew that fucking 
was supposed to be the ultimate thing to do and she 
figured that if there was ANYTHING out there that felt 
as good as what she had felt earlier she was going to 
damn well find it.

When little Johnny slid in he knew he was home. It 
became quite clear what people were talking about and 
what those movies kept suggesting but never showed. This 
is what all the fuss was about. You know what? They were 
right. All those kissing scenes and sly references were 
leading somewhere. 

The tight slick wetness of her body gripped my cock. It 
felt so perfect, so right. But just past the entrance 
there was something blocking further access. Again, 
thank you Forum, this was obviously her "cherry". I knew 
from the stories that this would hurt her, but I sure 
didn't want to stop either. I gripped her waist more 
tightly and I was prepared to stab into her when she 
pulled back hard.  She wasn't joking this time, she was 
serious.

I knew that this was an extremely delicate juncture and 
I didn't want to spook her but as I've said I didn't 
want it to stop either. I must have looked crushed 
because she kissed me again and then leaning over 
whispered in my ear "When Tim leaves then we can take a 
bath together and try it in there" then kissed me again 
and sat back glancing toward Tim who had watched raptly 
as I put my dick in her, and then back into my eyes. I 
immediately turned to Tim and said "Get dressed and get 
out".  I mean he was one of my best friends, but damn, 
there was no way he was getting in the way of this. He 
started to complain but I gave him a look which must be 
hardwired into the brain of every male of every species 
on the planet.

This is the look that one stallion gives to another or 
one bull elephant to another or one bighorn sheep gives 
to another before he begins trying to bash the others' 
brain out. It's a look that says "If I have to kill you 
to get to that pussy I will." It took a second but then 
Tim understood it. Renee had chosen and that's the way 
it was unless he wanted to make something of it. That 
wasn't going to happen so he stood up and after dressing 
quietly left in a pout. I didn't fucking care one bit. 
Renee and I just looked at each other, then got up and 
walked naked hand in hand back toward the bathroom.

After entering the bathroom she closed the door behind 
us, then went over to the bathtub and began running the 
water. She reached onto a shelf and took a bottle and 
turned it over under the spout. In seconds a perfume 
filled the quickly steaming room and the bath began to 
fill with fragrant green bubbles. We stood silently and 
kissed a while as the bath filled. Then I got onto my 
knees on the soft bath rug and pulled her toward me 
again. Again licking her but also kissing around the 
insides of her thighs. Soon her legs began to weaken and 
she leaned heavily against me. I stood and picked her up 
and stepped over the edge of the tub, slowly lowering us 
both into the soapy water.

We sat for a long time like we had before. Kissing and 
enjoying the feeling of our chests and other parts 
rubbing against each other, enhanced by the slickness 
provided by the bubble bath and enjoying considerable 
freedom of movement due to the large tub and our small 
bodies.

The sweat from our bodies coaxed out by our exertions 
and the hot water tasted sharp on our tongues as we took 
turns licking and sucking on shoulders and necks and 
nipples. My hands slid effortlessly over her whole body, 
not an inch escaped my attention. Her tiny ass, her 
thighs so thin but so surprisingly strong as they lock 
around my waist. Each detail committed to memory. The 
taper of her waist, the feel of my fingers gliding over 
her ribs as they traveled yet again back to her breasts. 

Eventually after another long kiss she hooked her left 
hand around my neck and leaning back reached down once 
again for my straining dick.  Her right hand briefly 
cupped and caressed my balls then took my cock at the 
bottom of the shaft and aimed it back toward where it 
wanted to be, her sweet warmth. It slipped back in like 
it had never left and never wanted to leave again. This 
time though she kept her hand on it and slowly moved 
herself onto it. 

I was willing to let her take it at her own speed. It 
slid deeper until it was again perched at her cherry. 
Here she hesitated. She wanted to do it but couldn't 
make herself. She would bump me against it a little 
harder each time, but never with enough force to punch 
me through. Finally on about her 7th attempt I decided 
to help.

As she moved forward again for another attempt I 
suddenly pushed forward while pulling down on her hips. 
It worked. She squealed and tried to pull off me but I 
held her tight and kissed her deep. We stayed there for 
a minute while she recovered and I attempted to come to 
grips with what I was feeling. 

I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to ram my dick into her 
over and over again, but the small part of my brain 
which retained thought independent of that which 
originated in my penis told me that this was the most 
important moment of the night if I wanted to be able to 
repeat this. So I didn't move, I just sat there enjoying 
her tightness.  

After a while she began to move on her own. 
Experimentally, she rose up and down on my lap, feeling 
us slide together and apart then together again. She 
developed a rhythm of her own and then let go of my dick 
and began to massage herself with her right hand, then 
leaned back holding herself up with her left arm around 
the back of my neck and my hands supporting her at the 
waist. 

The water began to splash as her movements grew more 
frenzied, now she put both hands around my neck and 
began pounding violently against me. I watched from up 
close as her head rolled back and she convulsed, shaking 
and gripping me tightly as her orgasm subsided.

Eventually her eyes opened again, and a little 
worriedly, feeling my cock still inside of her, she 
asked, "Did you come in me?". We were both worried about 
pregnancy but had managed not to think of it. At this 
point I had to explain to her as I guess I have to 
explain to you the reader. You remember I was only 12 
and this was my first time with a chick.  I had NEVER 
cum. I had never really tried.

She asked if I wanted to try. I said, "Sure, maybe you 
could suck on it."

 She hesitated, then I guess thought of what I had done 
for her and said, "Promise you won't tell anyone, even 
Tim..."

And so I learned a valuable lesson. If I could keep my 
mouth shut I could get all kinds of favors I wouldn't 
get if the girl thought someone else might find out.  
This would later turn into my greatest advantage, the 
fact that I could keep my mouth shut. I earned lots of 
return engagements because no one ever found out about 
the first. The sex was guilt free because only we knew 
about it.

So I sat up on the edge of the tub and she haltingly 
brought her mouth onto my cock then closed it and began 
to suck at it awkwardly. I put my hands on her head and 
held it still, moving it slowly in and out.  Allowing 
her to focus on just the head for a while. She kept at 
it like a trooper for 10 minutes or so and while I felt 
a strange feeling in my groin and my balls felt like 
they would burst nothing happened.

I pulled her up and thanked her for trying and convinced 
her it was no big deal, that I just wanted to be with 
her. It didn't matter if I came or not. We dried off and 
went down to her bedroom. It was almost time for her 
mother to get home. We lay in her room in the dark and I 
went back to work. She came a couple more times, I had 
lost count by this point, then we just lay together and 
kissed and fondled. I left around dawn, I crawled out 
her basement window and arrived home and went to bed 
triumphant. I had gotten my first piece of pussy. 
Whether I had come of not was irrelevant, I had broken 
my first cherry and planted my dick to the hilt in a hot 
willing chick. I knew I was on my way and it wouldn't be 
the last.

Now for the sticklers among you I should add, I came 
about 3 weeks later. In Renee's mouth as a matter of 
fact. I had been over at her house every night her 
mother worked and had eaten Renee to another 50 orgasms 
in that time. We sort of mutually agreed that in 
exchange for my doing what she liked, my pleasuring her 
orally to multiple orgasms, we would afterward do what I 
liked, namely fucking and getting blown. 

We were both surprised the first time I came. It was the 
same building sensation and tightness in the balls, but 
accompanied by another absolutely overwhelming feeling. 
Suddenly grabbing her head tightly I pushed my dick all 
of the way into her mouth and held her there as I began 
to hunch forward and spurted my cum into her shocked 
mouth. 

I apologized afterwards and she was a little shaken but 
I convinced her I was sorry and talked her into trying 
again. I didn't reach climax again that night but I 
resolved firmly to keep trying. The next day I began 
shoplifting. A lot. I needed condoms and no one was 
going to sell them to me, hell we were fucking so much 
after that that I could have never afforded the amount 
of condoms I used. I learned to hit big busy pharmacies 
just after 5 pm and always stole the large boxes to give 
myself a little cushion.

I have to be honest, though I still took care of Renee 
first, after I could come myself I didn't put in as much 
time downstairs, but by now Renee was hooked and she 
became a constant secret partner until she moved away 
two years later. And even though she found out later 
that I was seeing other girls she never complained or 
was jealous. 

Every time I came to her window at night she let me in 
gladly and without question.  She was a cool chick and 
taught me a lot and gave me a lot of confidence which 
soon came in handy.

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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