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Unusual circumstances lead Mark to his first sexual experiences. Mark writes about them in his journal. This is a continuing series of journal entries. Codes for the entire series are (mf, mff, 1st, oral, anal, creampie) *** Author's Note: This is entirely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons or real events is pure coincidence. Don't read this if you feel you might be offended by a story of this nature. *** Mark's Journal September 1 This was the best day ever! I still can't believe it! Today was the last Saturday of Summer. School starts again on Monday. I went over to Annie's house at eleven this morning. It was a big job, and I wanted the extra cash. Annie's mom wanted her lawn mowed and trimmed, as usual, but also wanted the weeds pulled. I wheeled my lawn mower down the street to Annie's, with my weed trimmer, extension cord, and broom stacked on top. It was a really hot day. I decided to begin with the front yard. As soon as I started my mower, I noticed a person appear in the front window of the house. It was Annie. She was wearing a tee shirt and boy boxer underwear. Annie waved at me. I lifted my hand and waved back, which caused the lever to release and the mower to shut off. It was a stupid move. I could see Annie laugh. I smiled. She walked away from the window. I shook my head in embarrassment, and restarted the mower. I finished mowing, then trimming. Next was the hard part - getting on my hands and knees and pulling weeds. It was really hot, and I was sweaty. I probably should have worn long pants, because my knees were getting ground with dirt. But, then again, it was hot. I thought a lot about Annie while pulling the weeds in her front yard. Annie is, by far, the prettiest girl at school. Some girls are beautiful, especially some of the cheerleaders. Others are really cute. But Annie is both. She has a super cute face, green eyes that are almost fluorescent, a million dollar smile with big teeth, dimples on her cheeks, and medium length curly light brown hair. Annie also has a great personality. She's a little bit shy, but likes to laugh. Annie is really smart, gets good grades, and has lots of friends. Then there's Annie's body. The only thing that's not perfect is that she's kind of short. But she's got a great body. Thin, with a tiny waist, and a perfectly shaped small rear end. Annie has small breasts, but they are perky, and perfect for her body. Annie is in my grade. We are starting our Sophomore year in a couple days. I've had a crush on her forever. So has every other boy I know. I've always wanted to talk with her more, but I'm pretty shy, especially when it comes to someone of Annie's beauty. Besides, she's always had the most popular guys after her. Last school year, Annie hooked up with Luke, one of the varsity football players. She was just a Freshman, and he was a Junior. It didn't end well. Luke was a jerk. He told his friends about having sex with Annie, and the rumors went around school like wildfire. Annie was embarrassed. She hasn't had a boyfriend since. I felt bad for her. I was still on my hands and knees, pulling weeds and daydreaming, when Annie's mom pulled up. She was on a lunch break. Annie's mom looks like an older version of Annie, but with a harder edge. Annie's mom owns a body piercing and tattoo shop, and has many tattoos and body piercings on her own body. I don't mind a few body piercings, but I don't like tattoos on a girl. Because she gets good grades, Annie's mom let Annie get some body piercings, but no tattoos until she's eighteen. Most girls at school have their ears pierced, and a few have nose or dimple studs, or a belly ring. But Annie's the only girl at school that has all of those, plus a tongue piercing. The tongue piercing was a bit controversial when she got it, but Annie's mom owns a body piercing and tattoo shop after all. Annie has tiny gold balls in her piercings, so it's not distracting. Actually, they're kind of cute. Annie's mom is divorced, and Annie doesn't have any brothers or sisters. So it's just the two of them living at their house. "Hey, Mark," Annie's mom said, getting out of her car. "That looks great!" "Thanks," I replied, pausing from my weed pulling. "It's pretty hot out here," she said. I nodded. "Do you want to come in for a break?" she offered. "No, I think I'll just get this done first," I said. "Okay," Annie's mom said with a smile. "Just come on in if you want something to drink." I nodded as she went in her front door. About thirty minutes later I finished pulling the weeds. So I started sweeping and gathering up the mess. Annie's mom came back out of the house, and headed toward her car. On the way, she paused, complimented me on the good job, and promised a big tip. I thanked her. I wheeled my mower and equipment around the side of the house and into the back yard. By this time I was a sweaty mess. I immediately noticed Annie. She was laying on a lounge chair on the concrete patio, reading a magazine. Annie had changed out of the tee shirt and boy boxers, and was wearing a form-fitting white top with spaghetti straps, and tiny cut off blue jeans. Topping it off were oversized black rimmed sunglasses. Cute as can be. "Hi Mark," she said, looking up from her magazine with a big smile. "Hi," I said back meekly. "Is it okay if I stay out here while you do the back yard?" she asked. "Sure," I said. Annie went back to reading her magazine, but I could tell she was glancing over at me occasionally. I did the same. It was hard not to. I tried to not stare at her, or look like a klutz. Thankfully, Annie's backyard is all grass and concrete, so all I had to do was mow and trim. When I was nearly done, Annie got up and walked into her house, leaving the back door open. I watched closely as she walked in, admiring her tight little butt framed by the skimpy cut off blue jeans. Through the window, I could see Annie sitting at the bar in her kitchen, facing out toward the backyard. As I gathered the last of the trimmings, Annie stuck her head out the open back door. "Hey Mark," she called out. "After you're done, come on in. I've made some lemonade." I looked over to her and nodded. A few minutes later, I stacked up my equipment and headed to the back door of Annie's house. I walked in. Annie was sitting on a stool at the bar in the kitchen area at the back of her house. She was still reading her magazine, but looked up at me and smiled. She had a large glass of lemonade next to her magazine on the bar. "You must be thirsty," she said. I nodded. Annie got up and walked over to the cupboard on the other side of the kitchen. I admired her body some more as she retrieved another tall glass from the shelf. Then she went to the refrigerator and got out a pitcher of lemonade and filled the glass. She put the pitcher back in the fridge, returned to her seat, and placed the fresh glass of lemonade on the bar across from her. "Have a seat," she directed. I sat down on the bar stool opposite Annie. "Thanks," I said, picking up the lemonade and downing nearly the entire glass. Annie laughed. "You were thirsty," she said. "It's hot out there, isn't it?" "Yeah," I confirmed. Annie and I chatted for a while, mostly about school and the classes we were taking, starting next week. The conversation was comfortable, and I got more at ease. "You want more lemonade?" she asked. "Sure," I said. Annie got up and walked over to the refrigerator. "Gosh, you're tiny," I said, for whatever reason. It was an awkward thing to say. She looked back at me with a sideways smile. "Yeah, I wish I was taller," she said. Annie brought the pitcher back and filled up my glass. "How tall are you?" I asked. "Four eleven," she said. "How tall are you?" "Five seven," I said. "But I'm still growing. I'm sure you are too." "I doubt it," she replied. "Have you seen my mom?" "Yeah," I replied. "But you never know. Besides, you look great. So does you mom. You don't need to be any taller." It was another awkward moment. "Yeah, I guess," she said. "But I still wish I was taller. I'd like to be about five seven, like you." I nodded. "So you think you're going to get taller?" she asked. "I hope so," I replied. "And maybe not so skinny." "Oh, I don't think you're skinny," Annie said. "I think you're just about right. What do you weigh?" "Um, I think about one forty," I replied. "What do you weigh?" Annie smiled. "You're not supposed to ask a girl how much she weighs," Annie said. Annie was right. I got embarrassed. Annie laughed. "About ninety," she said. Just then Annie perked up, listening intently. I could hear the sound of the mail truck stopping at houses on Annie's street. Annie got up. "Wait here," she said. "I'll be right back." Annie walked out of the kitchen. I saw her go through the living room and out the front door. I sipped on some more lemonade. A minute later Annie came back in through the front door. She returned to the kitchen holding a small stack of mail. She had a big smile on her face. "It's here," she said with excitement, placing the mail over to the side of the bar, except for one padded thick envelope. I watched as she tore open the end of the envelope. "What's here?" I asked. "Some stuff I ordered," she said. "I've been waiting for it." Annie was almost giddy. She poured out the contents of the envelope onto the bar. Out came a bunch of small clear plastic sealed bags. Each contained a piece of gold jewelry. They all looked somewhat alike, with gold balls on the ends, but in different shapes. Annie picked one up and looked at it close, with a big smile on her face. Then she looked at another. I just watched, fascinated with her delight. Annie started grouping and lining the items up on the bar. There were nine all together. "So these are for you?" I asked. "Mmm hmm," she replied, still shuffling the items around. "There's a lot of them," I commented. "Yeah," she said. "I saved up all Summer for these." Annie works part-time at her mom's shop on Sundays, and sometimes Saturdays, answering the phone and making appointments. "What are they?" I asked. Annie looked up at me with an odd look. It was a stupid question. It was obvious what they were. "Well, I know what they are," I said. "But why are they special?" "Well, they're solid gold," she said. "And they all match, with a small cubic zirconia stone in each ball. I wanted a complete set of matching ones that are solid so I can wear them all the time." "Oh," I said, as Annie returned to carefully looking at her new jewelry again. I watched as she examined more pieces. She gave me one to look at. It looked to be an earring. A thin stud with a small gold ball and clear diamond-like stone at the end of the ball. "Why so many?" I asked. "One for each piercing," she replied. "But there's nine of them," I said, somewhat confused. Annie looked up at me. At first she didn't say anything. "I have nine piercings," she said finally, then went back to looking at her jewelry again. I thought about the math. It didn't add up. I could account for six. Two ears, dimple, nose, tongue, and belly. "You have nine?" I asked. "Mmm hmm," she said. A few moments later, still confused, I asked another question. "Where?" I quizzed. "Where what?" she asked, looking up at me again. "Your piercings," I answered. "Oh," Annie said, with a somewhat concerned look on her face. There was a long pause. "If I tell you Mark, will you promise not to tell anyone?" Annie asked. "Sure," I said. "No, I mean really," she said sternly. "You can't even tell your friends." I nodded. "Do you promise?" Annie asked. "I promise," I pledged. "I won't tell anyone." "Okay," she said. Annie asked for the item I still held in my hand. She put it with another identical item, and laid them down on the bar between us. "These are earrings," she declared. That was obvious. Next was a small stud with a small flat back. She laid it next to the earrings. "This is for my dimple," Annie said. Next was one with an odd twisting bar. "This is for my nose," she said. Next was one with a ball on both ends. I noticed it didn't have any stones. Just solid gold balls. "This is for my tongue," Annie declared. Next was one with two balls, but a longer, slightly curving connecting rod. One of the balls was larger than the other. "This is for my belly button," Annie explained. Those are exactly what I figured. So what about the other three? Annie picked the remaining three and laid them down at the end of the lineup. "These are for private areas," Annie declared. I was stunned. I didn't quite know what to say. My mind raced. I looked up at her. She looked nervous. "Like where?" I asked. Annie swallowed hard. "You promised not to tell," she reminded. I nodded. There was a moment of silence as Annie considered what to do next. Then she seemed to resolve things in her mind. Annie picked out two from the pile of three. They each had two gold balls, connected by a long rod. "These are for my nipples," she said. I'm sure my mouth must have dropped open. "You promised you wouldn't say," she quickly added. I nodded. "Your mom let you get those pierced?" I asked. Annie nodded. "Yeah, but only if I got straight A's last school year," Annie explained. "Which I did. So I got them done last month." "Wow," I said. "That's hot." Annie giggled. "Didn't it hurt?" I asked. "Mmm hmm," she answered. "But only for a little bit." "So what about that one?" I asked, pointing to the last item. It looked a bit like the belly button barbell, with a curving shaft between the small gold balls. But the balls were both small. Annie hesitated. "That's for my clit," she finally said. My mouth dropped open again. I looked up at Annie. "Wow," I said. "That had to hurt." "It did," she said. "But not as much as some of the others." I must have looked confused. "It doesn't actually go through my clitoris," Annie explained. "It goes through the skin that covers it." "Oh," I said, remembering what little I knew about a girl's anatomy. It was then I realized that the thought of Annie's private piercings was starting to give me an erection. I felt embarrassed, and didn't know what to say. "You don't have to be embarrassed," she said. I realized that Annie might have thought I was embarrassed about the body piercings. I wasn't. I was embarrassed about the swelling penis in my shorts. "Oh, I'm not embarrassed," I said. "I think it's cool. Actually, it's hot." Annie laughed. "I promise," I reassured. "I won't tell anyone." Annie gathered up her new jewelry. "I think I'll go sterilize them and put them on," she declared. "Yeah, I should probably go home and take a shower," I replied. "I'm a sweaty mess." The truth was I wanted to go home and take a shower for two reasons. One, to get clean. Two, to take care of the fact that I was horny and wanted to cum. "Oh, don't go," Annie said. "Hang out with me for a while. You can take a shower here." "Yeah, but I've got to get clean clothes," I replied. "I can wash them for you," Annie said. "I've got a load going in anyway. We can hang out and watch TV for a while." "Um, I guess," I said meekly. "Good, I'll get you a towel," Annie said, getting up and heading off to the short hallway that leads to the bathroom and two bedrooms in her house. I followed Annie and watched her retrieve a bath towel from the hall closet. She handed it to me and ushered me into the bathroom. I closed the door, still a bit stunned by the events. I set the towel down on the counter, and headed over to start the shower. As I did, I heard Annie walk by in the hallway and say she was going to put on her new jewelry. I turned the shower on, and waited for it to get warm. Then I stripped down. My cock was still fluffed, and I gave it a few tugs, just to relieve some pressure. Just as I was about ready to get into the shower, I heard a knock on the door. It startled me. I instinctively covered my cock and balls with my hands. "Mark," I heard Annie call out through the door. "I need your clothes." "Oh, okay," I called back. "Just open the door a crack and hand them to me," Annie instructed. I gathered up all my clothes from the floor, except for my shoes. I opened the door a foot or so, then handed the bundle of clothes around the front of the door with my left hand, concealing my body behind the door. Annie grabbed the bundle. "Thanks," she said. But as I closed the door, I saw Annie's walking away in the reflection in the large mirror on the bathroom wall. I realized that Annie probably got a good look at the side of my naked body in the mirror when I opened the door. After I got out of the shower and dried off, I realized I had no clothes to put on. So I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door. "I'm in here Mark," I heard Annie call out. Her voice came from down the hall. I walked down the hall and saw Annie sitting at a small desk against the far wall in her bedroom. She was looking into a large circular mirror at the desk, fiddling with her earrings. "Do you feel better now?" she asked, not turning to look at me. "Yep," I said. "But I don't have any clothes to wear." "Oh, yeah," she said. "Why don't you just put on my boxers until your clothes are clean and dry. I've got them in the washer right now. My boxers are over there on the floor next to my bed." I looked. Sure enough, I saw a small pile of clothes that included the boy boxers and tee shirt I saw Annie wearing earlier in the day. I walked over and retrieved the boxers from the floor, setting aside the skimpy light blue g-string panties that were resting on top. "I won't turn around," Annie reassured. "Just put them on and give me the towel." I turned and faced Annie's closet and unwrapped the towel from around my waist, letting it drop to the floor. I put on the boxers, which had a plaid checkered pattern. I picked up the towel, turned around and approached Annie. I could see her smiling face in the reflection in the mirror. I suddenly realized that she probably had just seen my naked backside in the mirror a moment earlier. Oh well. Annie got up from her desk and turned around to face me. I handed her the towel, which she set on the chair of her desk. "So what do you think?" she asked. I didn't know what she meant. "What do you think?" Annie said again. "You know, about my new jewelry?" Annie twisted her head to the side, and pulled her hair back, exposing a new small gold earring in her left ear. "Looks good," I said. "And see here," she said, pointing to the matching small gold ball on the left side of her nose. "And here," Annie continued, pointing to the small gold ball on her right dimple. "And here," she said, opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue, and showing me the small gold balls on the top and bottom of her tongue. "And also here," she concluded, looking down at her belly and pulling up her top a bit to expose the gold barbell in her belly button. "What do you think?" she asked. "They're great," I said enthusiastically. "And they all match." "Mmm hmm," Annie replied. "I like them." I nodded. "But I can't show you the others," Annie said with a big smile. I laughed. Annie picked up the towel from her chair and started to head toward the door of her bedroom. Then she paused. "Well, maybe there's a way I can show you without showing you," she declared, turning around. She came back over to me and set the towel back down on the chair. She looked at me and pondered. I had no idea what she was thinking. "Mark, go out of my room for just a minute," Annie said. I nodded, and walked out of her room. "Close the door," she said. "It'll just take a second." I closed the door and waited. Less than a minute later she called me back into her room. Annie had a big smile on her face. "Come here," she said. I walked over to her again. I didn't understand what was up. Everything seemed the same. "Well?" she asked. "I don't understand," I said with a confused look on my face. Annie rolled her eyes. "I took off my bra," she said, pointing to the small white cotton bra sitting on top of the towel on her chair. I immediately looked down at her small perky breasts. They were covered by the form fitting white top she had been wearing, but now it was clear what Annie wanted me to see. At the tip of each of her firm little breasts were the bulges from two small balls. I could clearly see the outline of Annie's new nipple barbells. Between each ball I could also see the outline of her nipple poking out just a small amount more than the gold balls. I stared, and swallowed hard. "What do you think?" Annie asked. "Wow," was all I could muster. Then Annie did something I didn't expect. She cupped both of her breasts with her hands and used her index fingers and thumbs to gently pull and twist her nipples through her top. "They feel good too," Annie declared as I stared at the action. "Wow," I said again. "Do you want to feel them?" Annie asked. I looked up at her, and nodded. She removed her hands from her breasts. I nervously moved my own hands to her chest. My heart was pounding. I gently pinched her nipples with my index fingers and thumbs, feeling the soft flesh in the center and the hard balls on either side. "That's nice," Annie said. "I think you like it too," Annie giggled. I instantly realized what that comment was about. We were both looking down at my fingers on her nipples, but further down was a huge tent in the boxers I was wearing. I had a partial erection. "I think it's better if you hold them," Annie said. "Here, let me turn around." I let go of Annie's nipples and she turned around. I took the opportunity to adjust my cock so it pointed straight up. "Here, hold them from behind," Annie instructed, lifting her arms to give me access. I scooted in behind Annie, my hard cock pushing against her back just above her butt. I reached around and cupped her breasts. They felt great. I gently resumed squeezing her nipples as I held her breasts. "That feels nice Mark," Annie said. "Have you ever felt a girl up before." "Mmm hmm," I said. "Molly?" Annie asked. "Yeah, how did you know?" I asked. "Just a guess," Annie replied, as I continued to massage her boobs and feel her nipples and gold barbells with my fingers. "Have you ever had another girlfriend?" "No," I admitted. "Just Molly, and we were only together for a short while last year." "Did you ever do anything more with her?" Annie asked, leaning back into me. "Just kissing," I said. "Hmm," Annie said. "You can kiss me if you want." "I can?" I said, with some surprise. "Mmm hmm," she replied. "I've had a crush on you for a long time." "You have?" I said with more surprise. "Mmm hmm," Annie confirmed. "But you are so shy." "Oh," I said. "You can kiss my neck if you want," Annie said, twisting her head to the left, exposing her neck. I nuzzled in and gave her gentle kisses as I continued to play with her covered breasts. "Mmm," she mumbled with pleasure. "That's nice." "Have you had any other boyfriends?" I asked between kisses. "No," Annie said. "Just Jake, and that didn't go so well." I nuzzled over to the other side of her neck, and she leaned her head over to the right. Annie moaned some more as I kissed her neck. Annie turned around, breaking my contact with her breasts and neck. She looked up and me and smiled. "Kiss me," she instructed. For the next few minutes we kissed. At first it was awkward. But then we got into it. "Here," Annie said, stepping back. She pulled her top off, exposing her naked breasts and new nipple barbells with small gold bars. I couldn't help but stare. But only for a moment. Annie moved back in to kiss again, our bare chests now touching. We held each other and kissed for a few more minutes. Annie broke it off again, and stepped back. "Do you want to feel them again now?" she asked. I nodded. Annie turned around and we resumed the position with me at her back, holding her breasts. The skin felt so soft, as I played with the nipples and gold balls with my fingers. I started kissing her neck again, as she gave quiet moans of approval. "Do you want to suck on them?" Annie asked. "I hear that feels good." "Jake never did that?" I asked. "No," Annie said. "I only got them pierced earlier this Summer." Annie turned around again. I leaned down and sideways, awkwardly, so I could take Annie's left nipple into my mouth. I held onto her sides, and placed my lips around the perky nipple and gold balls, sucking it all gently into my mouth. Then I played with the soft nipple flesh, and gold balls, with my tongue. The gold balls occasionally knocked against the back of my front teeth. Annie moaned with approval. "Do the other one," she said. So I moved over and worked on Annie's other nipple. "That feels good Mark," Annie declared. "Come here," she urged, lifting me back up. We kissed again. This time Annie was more aggressive. My hard cock, covered by the boxer shorts, pressed against her belly as we embraced. "Do you want to see the last one?" Annie asked. I knew exactly what she meant, and nodded. Annie took a step back. "Well, you probably want to get down on the floor so you can see," Annie suggested. I sat down on my knees in front of her. I watched from close-up as Annie peeled off her tiny cut-off blue jeans, exposing skimpy light blue cotton panties, like I'd seen in the clothes pile earlier. Annie used her hand to pull one side of the cotton triangle to the side, exposing her pussy mound and the very top of her pussy slot. At the top of the slot was a small gold ball. "Wow," I said. "I can see it." "Mmm hmm," she said. "You don't have any hair," I remarked. "I shave," she confirmed. "Can I touch?" I said, looking up at her. She nodded. I used the tips of my right index and middle fingers to gently rub Annie'spussy mound, as she continued to hold her panties to the side. "It's so soft," I said. The skin was bare and smooth. "Mmm hmm," she confirmed. "I just shaved this morning." I touched the little gold ball at the top of her pussy slot. This caused her to twitch. "Careful," she said. "It's sensitive." "Oh, sorry," I replied. "It's okay," Annie assured. "I have to work up to touching my clit. It takes a while." "I can't really see the whole thing that well," I said. "Where's the other ball?" "Oh," Annie said, still looking down. She used her other hand to pull up on her pussy mound, just above her clit. It exposed the other gold ball, as well as the little button of sensitive flesh that had been previously covered. I was looking straight at Annie's exposed clitoris from about a foot away. "Wow," I said. "It's beautiful." Annie laughed. "You can't really see my pussy though," Annie added. "No, not really," I confirmed. "I have an idea," Annie said. "I think you'll like it. Have you ever seen a girl's pussy?" "No," I said. "Not in real life. Just pictures." Annie let go of her panties and leaned back up. "Stay right there," she instructed. Annie turned around, confirming that her panties were g-string, like the ones on the floor. I admired her beautiful bare butt. She peeled off her panties, leaving her completely naked in front of me, still on my knees. Annie leaned over, putting her hands on her desk. Then she spread her legs. What was directly in front of me was stunning. At the top was Annie's beautiful butt, with a tiny puckered anus in the center. Just below her ass was the base of her pussy slot. Her inner lips were slightly pink, narrow, and stretched tight. They joined at her clit, and a gold ball appeared above and below the sensitive little button. Her outer pussy lips were slightly puffy, the same color as the rest of her skin, and shaven bare and smooth. It was an erotic sight. "Is that better?" she asked. "Can you see now." "Mmm hmm," I said. I stared for a moment. Then another. "Well, now you've seen them all," Annie said, starting to get up. "Can I kiss it?" I blurted out Annie froze. "What do you mean?" she asked. "You want to kiss my pussy?" "Mmm hmm," I said. "Um, okay, I guess," she confirmed. I leaned in, putting my hands on her upper hips. I kissed her pussy on the lips. Then I kissed it again. The smell was incredible. I was already super horny. Now I was even more horny. On the next kiss, I let my tongue slide up and down an inch or so of her pussy slot. My tongue explored the crack between her lips. I savored the taste of Annie. She started to moan softly again. I ran my tongue and mouth up and down Annie's pussy, avoiding her clit, remembering her caution that it was really sensitive. Up near the base of her pussy my tongue glided in deeper. I figured that was her vagina, and pushed my tongue in as far as it would go. Annie moaned again. "That feels good Mark," she said softly. I explored her tight pussy with my tongue, probing her inner depths as best I could. The taste got stronger. "Lick my clit Mark," Annie instructed, after another minute or so. I moved my mouth down along her wet pussy slot until I reached the two gold balls and soft flesh in between. I wrapped my mouth around the gold balls and Annie's clit. Her body twitched. I began to gently lick at her clitoris and the gold balls with the tip of my tongue. Annie moaned some more. I could also sense her breathing harder. "Go faster Mark," Annie said. I licked faster. She moaned some more. "Uhh," Annie hissed. "Mark." Annie's lower body began to twitch in a rapid series of spasms. It caught me by surprise, but I was able to keep my mouth planted and my tongue working her clit. A few seconds later, Annie twitched away from my body, extending her arms and breaking my contact with her body. I watched as her butt muscles contracted in a series of a clenches. "Uhh," Annie moaned. Then she turned around. She leaned back against her desk and held her own breasts in a tight clutch. Annie looked down at me, smiling, and still breathing hard. She laughed. I looked up at her, wetness still covering my mouth. "Come here," she said. I stood up. We embraced. "Well, that was good," she said, laughing again. "I wasn't expecting that. It felt really good." "I'm glad," I said. "I wasn't sure what I was doing." "Well, you did a good job," Annie said. "You made me cum." I smiled. I thought that she had an orgasm, but I wasn't sure. "I think it's your turn," Annie said. I looked at her, not knowing exactly what she had in mind, but ready for anything she wanted. Annie let go, and got down on her knees in front of me. She put her hands on the sides of the boxer shorts and carefully pulled them down, exposing my raging erection. I stepped out of the boxers as she held them to the floor. We were both completely naked. Annie stared at my cock for a moment, smiling. She put the palm of her right hand against the shaft and wrapped her fingers around my erect penis. Annie gently stroked up and down the shaft, softy touching the skin with her hand. I felt a bolt of pleasure, watching the whole thing from above. "Nice," she said, looking up at me with a smile. "You have a nice dick," Annie said, looking back down at her stroking. She moved her hand to the base, leaned in, and licked the upper shaft with her tongue. I felt another jolt of pleasure. Then Annie did what I was hoping for. She bent my cock down, opened her mouth, and placed the swollen head of my hard penis into her warm and wet mouth. Annie proceeded to move her mouth up and down a couple inches of the shaft, causing continuous pleasure. I watched as her tightly wrapped lips moved back-and- forth on the end of my cock. The blowjob had lasted on a few seconds, but I was ready to explode. Then I got nervous. What if I came in her mouth? "Annie, Annie," I blurted. "You're gonna make me cum." She kept going. "Annie," I called out in warning again. She kept going. I lost it. I went into full blown orgasm. My cock pulsed jets of semen into Annie's mouth. She gagged at first, but kept going, until I was drained and could take no more. I gently pulled back. She got the hint and released my cock from her mouth. It was still hard, and leaking globs of thick cum. She carefully licked them up, still holding the shaft with her right hand. "Wow," I said through heavy breaths. Annie looked up at me and smiled. My cock started to shrink in her hand, as I took in the amazing sight. Annie let go of my penis and stood up. We embraced again, and she leaned in to kiss me. We kissed, and I could taste the remnants of my cum in her mouth. I wondered if she could taste her pussy wetness in my mouth. "That was really good," she said, as we parted, my penis nearly deflated. I nodded. "Will you lay with me for a while?" she asked. I didn't know exactly what she meant, but I nodded again. She smiled. Annie turned to her bed and pulled back the covers. "Come on, climb in," she instructed. I got into her bed, and scooted over near to the wall, sliding my feet under the pink sheets and white blanket. I laid on my side facing Annie, holding my head up with my elbow and hand. Annie slid in next to me and pulled the covers over us. She turned on her side, away from me. "Cuddle me," she said. I knew what she wanted. I spooned against Annie. She moved my left hand between her breasts, then and then placed it on her right breast. I cupped her boob and held her tight. We talked about how much fun that was. Annie told me she had never had anyone lick her pussy. Apparently, all that she and Jake ever did was one blow job, and had sex twice. Annie said it wasn't good, and the rumors of more than that were just wrong. She got on birth control just to have sex with Jake, as he'd been pressuring her. But then when it happened, it wasn't good. They tried again and it still wasn't good. Then he became a jerk. Annie said it felt different with me. She liked the way I touched her. She said it felt electric. That it felt right. She said she also liked giving me a blowjob. Giving me that much pleasure. After a while, it got too hot under the covers. Annie turned over on her back and pushed off sheets and blanket. "Too hot for covers," she declared. "Yeah," I agreed. Annie looked over at me and smiled. I softly touched her belly with my left hand, circling around her new belly button gold barbell. "I guess we should get up and get dressed," she declared. "Mmm, not yet," I asserted. "Let me touch you for a little while." Annie took a deep breath, and pushed her head back, closing her eyes for a moment. I softly moved my hand up Annie's body, circling around her breasts and nipples, and then up to her neck. "That feels nice Mark," Annie said softly. I admired her gorgeous body as I continued downward with the tips of my left hand fingers. I gently played with her nipples again, and pulled lightly on the gold barbells. Moving back down to her belly, she breathed deep again. I moved my hand down further, touching her pussy mound softly, then her upper thighs. I moved my hand along the slot where her two thighs touched, hoping she might let me touch her pussy again. It worked. Annie moved her right knee out, giving me access. I rubbed softly along her inner left thigh, and then along the area between her thigh and her outer pussy lips. I moved slowly and lightly over her outer pussy lips and then even lighter along her inner pussy lips. I could feel the heat and wetness. Annie glanced over at me. "What are you doing?" she asked. "Just touching you," I said. "Is that okay?" She nodded, turning away and closing her eyes again. "It feels good," she declared. After a few more minutes, I decided to make another move. "Can I lick you again?" I asked. "You mean my pussy?" she asked. "Mmm hmm," I confirmed. "You want to?" Annie asked. "Yeah," I said. "I really liked doing that." Annie didn't respond, as I kept softly touching her. "Okay, but be gentle," she said. "It's sensitive." I sat up in bed and moved down along Annie's beautiful naked body. I positioned myself on my hands and knees between Annie's legs. She spread herself to accommodate me. I smiled at her and she smiled back. I scrunched down, facing Annie's crotch. Moving my head in close, I gazed and the wonderful sight. The smell was the same as before, only stronger. I slid my hands under and around her hips, and moved in. I started the same way, by kissing her pussy. I moved slow and gentle, wanting to make it last, and remembering that she said she was sensitive. I licked up and down Annie's pussy slot between her inner lips. Then I explored her vagina with my tongue again, savoring the soft texture and wonderful taste. "Mmm, that feels nice," Annie said quietly. I kept at it for another five minutes or so. Annie occasionally gave a big sigh. I glanced up at her. Her head was back on the pillow. She wasn't looking down at me. Annie was just taking in the pleasure. "Lick my clit Mark," Annie said. "Just be gentle." I moved my mouth up and surrounded her clitoris and the two gold balls again. I flicked her clit with my tongue. She didn't jerk, so I figured I was doing okay. I kept a slow and steady pace. "Mmm, that's good," Annie moaned. Then she did something I didn't expect. Annie placed her hands on the back of my head. After a few moments, she started to apply pressure, grinding my mouth into her. Next I noticed she was slightly gyrating her hips. I glanced up, as I continued to work on her clit with my tongue. Annie's head was still back against the pillow. But her mouth was open, and she was breathing hard. Then she suddenly lifted her head, looking down at me with an open mouth and wide eyes. They looked as fluorescent green as I'd ever seen. "Uhh," she moaned. Her hips spasmed and twitched as she held my head tight against her crotch. I recognized it as orgasm. "Mmm," she moaned, continuing to twitch as I worked on her clit with my tongue. Annie applied lots of pressure to the back of my head, holding me tight, as she worked through her pleasure. Then, just as suddenly, she pushed my head away from her crotch, breathing hard. I could see her entire pussy clench in a couple more orgasmic contractions. Her pussy was glistening with wetness, as was my mouth. "Come here," she directed. I crawled up Annie's body until I was hovering above her face. Her mouth was still open and breathing heavy. Then I felt her right hand. It touched my cock. It was rock hard. I hadn't realized that until Annie touched it. I had gotten lost in pleasuring Annie. Annie wrapped her hand around my cock and looked up at me. "Put it in, Mark," she directed. I was confused. I wanted to have sex with Annie, but I was nervous and didn't know what to do. The situation snuck up on me. I think Annie could read my mind. "I'm still on birth control," she said calmly. "It's okay. I want you inside me." I nodded. As I maneuvered above her, Annie worked the swollen head of my cock up and down her wet pussy slot. When she had it lined up with the entrance to her vagina, she moved her hands to my hips and urged me down. I pushed forward, penetrating Annie with the tip of my cock. A surge of pleasure filled my body. I looked down at her. Her mouth went open again. "Go slow," Annie whispered. "You have a big dick." I nodded. I pushed deeper into Annie, feeling the warmth, wetness, and tightness. I pulled back slightly, then forward again. I worked about half of my cock in and out of Annie's pussy. I was surprised that I hadn't cum already. I guess it was because I had already cum earlier. With her hands on my hips, and by using her own hips, Annie urged me deeper and deeper on each stroke. A minute later, my hard penis was buried in Annie to the hilt. The look on Annie's face was priceless. I couldn't hold back. I pumped jets of semen into Annie, keeping my cock pressed as deep as it would go. I moaned with the surges of pleasure. Annie gripped my back and held me tight. I nuzzled into her neck as my orgasm continued. "Cum in me," Annie whispered. I grunted again, as the last surges of pleasure filled my body. I stayed in place, feeling the deep penetration. Annie rubbed up and down my back. "That was good," she whispered. "Mmm hmm," I agreed. A few moments later I got worried that I was crushing Annie. "I guess I should get up," I said. "Mmm hmm," she agreed. I pushed myself up from Annie and prepared to withdraw my penis from her body. My cock was still partially hard. As I pulled out, Annie looked up at me and opened her mouth again. I could feel the slickness of the semen in her pussy as my cock glided out. When it pulled all the way out, Annie sighed. I rolled over to her side, my cock sloppy with cum and her wetness. "Stay right there," Annie instructed, as she slid off the bed. She retrieved the bath towel that I had used earlier for my shower. Standing up next to the bed, she leaned over and carefully wiped up the wetness from my cock and balls. She was smiling the whole time. I smiled back. "Stay right here," she said. "I'll be right back." I watched as Annie walked out of her room and down the hall, holding the towel in her hand. I admired her gorgeous naked body. A few moments later, I heard the toilet flush. Then Annie returned. She got dressed, and I got up from her bed and put her boxer shorts back on. We spent the rest of the afternoon together, talking about many things, including what we had done. After my clothes were dry, and it was getting close to the time her mom would be coming home from work, I got dressed in Annie's room. Annie watched, with a smile on her face. She watched me take off her boxers, and put my clothes on. "You have a nice body, Mark," she said. "So do you," I replied. Annie laughed. "Can I see you again?" I asked. Annie got up from her desk chair and stood in front of me, smiling, but not saying anything. I wasn't sure what to do. "I mean, I really, really, like you," I said. "And I'd like you to be my girlfriend, but I understand if you..." "Shh," she said. "I like you too. And maybe I'd like to be your girlfriend." Annie embraced me and kissed me on the mouth. She asked me to call her tomorrow. What an amazing day! I can't believe I'm going out with the prettiest girl in school! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 76