I’d known Mary since we were five, I think. She moved into the
cul-de-sac I lived in when her dad came to work for the same company as
mine did. Most of the people in our town were connected in some way or
another to the mine, either as a labourer or an administrator, though
there were a great deal fewer of the latter to be found. But Mary’s
father and mine were both managers, and so it was inevitable that we
would be thrust together as friends.
That didn’t turn out as badly as it could have done, though. Mary was a
good friend to have – we were only a few weeks apart in age (she was
older), one letter apart by name (I’m Mark), and very similar in the
things we liked to do. We always ended up playing quite boyish games,
but that wasn’t a problem for Mary. In fact, I don’t ever recall her
having any dolls, or My Little Pony, or anything like that. She was
very much a tomboy. There were the inevitable comments that we could
have been twins, especially with the way that Mary always dressed like
a boy and acted like one. It was only her eyes that gave it away, very
feminine even before she grew into herself properly.
Week in, week out for years we were best friends, always together at
home, then at school. The friendship extended to the rest of our
families, too, bonds becoming strong enough that we would all go on
holiday together, chipping in to rent a huge villa somewhere sunny for
a couple of weeks a year. We even went as far as bathing together a few
times a week for several years, one mother looking after both the kids,
sharing the responsibilities. As such, I was under no illusions as to
what lay between a girl’s legs. Mary was always more than happy to let
me have a look, spreading herself for me. I wasn’t allowed to touch
(that, for some reason, was deemed naughtier than looking), but I was
allowed to look all I wanted, and that was good enough back then.
Life continued like that until we were almost ten, and then suddenly,
overnight it seemed, Mary’s attitude changed. She no longer wanted to
take a bath with me, and wouldn’t even let me catch a glimpse of her
without a top on. I was given the excuse that she was growing up and
needed her privacy now, but it didn’t make any sense to me – I knew
nothing about the impending changes of puberty, which wouldn’t hit me
for another couple of years anyway.
We drifted quite a way apart then. Mary wanted more female friends,
wanted to play the games that little girls were meant to play. I just
wanted to continue building forts in the woods, so we went our separate
ways, with new friends, all of the same gender as ourselves. It got to
the point, when we were 12, that I didn’t speak to Mary for several
months. It wasn’t as though we no longer liked each other, it was just
that we didn’t have an awful lot in common.
Then, one day, when we were both about 12 ½, she turned up at my door
one Saturday morning, totally out of the blue.
“Hi, I saw your parents going out, can I come in?”
I was a little bit surprised that she thought she had to ask, but
nodded my head and turned away, expecting her to follow. A couple of
seconds later the door shut behind me, but there had been a slightly
weird pause before Mary actually came in. I didn’t think anything of it
at the time, though looking back I suppose she must have suddenly grown
nervous. I headed into the kitchen, where I’d been in the process of
getting myself a drink when she knocked, and held up the carton to
offer her some orange juice.
“Please,” she said in response to the unanswered question. I smiled and
got another glass from the drying rack and poured her some.
We drank in silence for a few moments, until I had to say something to
dispel the awkwardness.
“Want to watch TV?”
She nodded, so we went into the living room and sat down on the sofa. I
picked up the remote and flicked the TV on, running through the
channels until I found something worth watching. It was a music
channel, not the most exciting thing in the world, but better than the
little kid cartoons that were on because it was a Saturday. The music
videos were what we needed to break the tension, giving us something
other than the gap between us to concentrate on.
Suddenly it was like we were younger again, when we still played
together lots, laughing at each other’s lame impressions of the acts on
the TV. We could always wind ourselves up into almost unstoppable
giggles watching music videos, and the same happened now. We were soon
all over the sofa, holding our sides, ribs hurting with the effort of
laughing so hard.
Then it happened, just like that. One minute we were laughing, the next
Mary had leaned right in and kissed me. I can’t remember anything in
between, any preamble. Our mouths were squashed together in a rather
innocent, naïve kiss for as long as Mary pinned me to the couch, which
was about 20 seconds. As soon as she pulled away, she started blushing,
then giggled at me, and ran.
I didn’t see Mary for another two weeks, other than passing glimpses
now and again, usually at school. We weren’t in any of the same
classes, but we would see each other in the playground, or in the
canteen at lunch. I caught her looking across at me one lunchtime, but
she quickly looked away, and I could see her cheeks colouring again.
When I did finally see Mary face to face, it was two weeks to the day
after the first incident between us. Once again my parents went out
shopping on a Saturday morning, and once again Mary turned up at my
door fifteen minutes after they’d gone. This time, though, she didn’t
wait to be asked in, she just barged past me and sat down on the sofa
in the living room, flicking on the TV like she owned it.
There was a mischievous look in her eyes, and she was grinning
wickedly. Then she did something which has stayed with me to this day
as one of the most surprisingly erotic things I’ve ever seen – she
gently patted the sofa next to her, inviting me to sit, all the while
devouring me with her eyes. I don’t know where she learned how to
behave like that, but I wasn’t about to refuse the possibility of a
repeat performance, and so I eagerly went to her.
There was no messing around this time, though. Almost as soon as I was
seated she turned round and heaved a leg over, sitting on my lap,
pinning me to the sofa with her hands on my shoulders and leaned in to
kiss me. In that moment, she was the most beautiful, powerful woman in
the world, and she was only 12. I kissed back this time, ready for it,
and eventually we got the idea that our mouths should be open. The kiss
lasted much longer, and I had to force myself to breathe through my
nose so I didn’t suffocate. I could hear and feel Mary doing the same,
her breathing somewhat ragged as she did so.
As we were kissing, with her jeans-covered crotch right on top of mine,
she started to grind into me. I’m sure you can imagine the effect this
had on me. I knew all about erections, I’d even discovered the pleasure
of masturbation, but all my solitary exploration paled in comparison to
what I was feeling just then. My dick was a steel rod, four inches
long, pointing straight to my belly-button, and Mary was getting
herself off on it.
Eventually, we broke the kiss, and Mary sat back. I could see her
glance down to where there was a significant bulge in my jeans and
smile to herself. For the first time I took a proper look at her,
noticing the slight bulges of her just-forming breasts (no training bra
on today!) beneath her t-shirt, and I could feel the heat radiating
from between her legs as she sat on my thighs. Shyly, as though she
hadn’t just attacked me, Mary smiled and pushed a stray lock of hair
behind her ear, biting her bottom lip. When I recovered from my stupor
enough to grin up at her, she grinned back and jumped off my lap to sit
at my side, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers as we sat
there watching cartoons together.
I struggled to understand what had happened, but as I lay in bed that
night wanking to my memory of it, I hoped that wasn’t the end for Mary
and me.
Life got strange for me when Mary came back into it. I wasn’t sure
exactly what I should be doing as her boyfriend. Oh, she left me in
little doubt that that’s exactly what I’d become, her boyfriend. I
wasn’t entirely sure how much I liked the idea, to be honest. All my
mates took the mick out of me because of it.
But there was an upside, and that was the fact that Mary loved to kiss
me, and her favourite place to kiss me from was sitting on my lap,
grinding her crotch into mine. She really used to get hot that way, and
I could feel the heat radiating from her most private place through her
jeans and into my lap. I wasn’t exactly a model of self-control myself,
popping a hardon almost the minute she walked through my door, knowing
that wherever we ended up, she would be on my lap before long, our lips
locked together.
The third or fourth time we did it was the first time that Mary
actually came. She had been on me for only a few minutes, grinding her
crotch against the four inches of achingly hard dick in my pants,
really getting a rhythm going. We were in my bedroom this time, my
parents only downstairs, unaware of what we were doing. My mum would
have definitely stopped us, she was always really proper about
everything, and sex was a totally taboo subject. She probably didn’t
think I was even having impure thoughts. Little did she know...
As I said, Mary was grinding up and down against me, and to be honest I
was getting quite close myself. I was still only having mostly dry
orgasms, just a tiny drop of clear fluid emerging at orgasm, so I
wouldn’t have flooded the place, but I was a little scared at how Mary
might react to me getting there right underneath her. But I had little
to fear, as not thirty seconds before I would have come myself, she
stiffened and pulled away from the kiss, gasping. Her legs were
shaking, alternately clamping and releasing around mine, and I could
feel her tense and relax on top of me a few times.
The heat had become incredible, and when I looked down there was a very
slight damp patch right where her most private parts would have been.
Somehow I instinctively knew it wasn’t piss, so I wasn’t worried, just
intrigued. By the time she had stopped shaking, Mary was leaning right
back, gripping my shoulders to prevent herself falling over backwards,
with her head tilted right back and her eyes closed. In this position,
I could see the tiny mounds sprouting on her chest pushing against the
fabric of her t-shirt. Right on top of the little protuberances were a
couple of still-tiny rock-hard nipples, and I savoured the sight,
making sure I remembered it for later.
When Mary finally came down off her high, she grinned at me, and hopped
off my lap, making sure the length of her left leg ran along my
erection, making me gasp slightly. She giggled at the reaction, and
leaned in to kiss me briefly on the cheek, then sat back and left me to
my torment. I had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom, which brought
a further riot of giggles, as I worked my way out of the room, hobbled
over in a vain attempt to make my problem less obvious.
For some reason, Mary was never really shy about the way she came onto
me. She had the utmost confidence that I would do her bidding, and I
think she was right. I was totally enthralled by her, by everything she
did. I was bowled over by her confidence, and it showed in the way I
followed her around like a puppy, doing everything she suggested. Mary,
for her part, revelled in the power she had over me. Whenever she
wanted to show me off to her friends I was paraded in front of them,
the big catch. What I didn’t know at the time, and something I was only
told by a friend of mine years later, was that actually I was a bit of
a catch. I was quite big for my age, although I hadn’t really started
puberty yet, and apparently I had model good looks. So the attraction
wasn’t all one way, even though I didn’t realise it at the time.
I can vividly remember the time our sexual play moved to the next
level. Mary and I had gone to the local swimming pool in the morning,
and then returned to our own homes to shower. I was just getting out of
the shower when I heard my mum shouting up to me that she and my dad
were going out shopping, and then adding something else that I didn’t
quite catch. I wasn’t worried about it, assuming she’d said something
about me staying in while they were out, like she always did. So I just
forgot about it and carried on towelling myself down, before wandering
along the hall to my room, towel wrapped loosely around my waist. I
didn’t bother closing the door – I was an only child, and with my
parents out there was no-one in the house to see me drop the towel
before bending down to get a pair of pants out of my drawers. I was in
the middle of hunting for a particular pair when I heard a gasp from
behind me.
I wasn’t a stupid kid. I knew instantly who was there. I recognised
that gasp, and I knew Mary had seen the back of me. Unfortunately, this
wonderfully clever insight meant nothing to me, as my hindbrain took
over, making me spin around to face the intruder. I just about had the
presence of mind to cover my genitals, but that still left me standing
there with just my two hands for modesty, facing a rather
shocked-looking Mary. She had always been so confident, that it was a
bit of a surprise seeing her taken aback like this. Quietly, in a
mouse’s voice, she said,
‘Can I see it?’
I didn’t have to ask what ‘it’ was, I already knew. For a few agonising
seconds, which seemed to stretch out into eternity, I weighed up my
options. The sums I was doing involved values like the quantity of
embarrassment I would feel offset against the probability of seeing
naked flesh in return, and in the end I realised the maths wasn’t that
hard to do. I desperately wanted to see Mary naked.
I’d seen her so many times when we were growing up, but this was
something different. Now there were hormones involved, and besides Mary
had grown. I wanted to see the new bits, see if she had any hair down
there like the sex ed movies had said. I knew I didn’t, which I thought
was a source of acute embarrassment, though in hindsight I was only 12,
which isn’t too bad to be bald still. And the price for possibly seeing
these things? All I had to do was drop my hands and let her have a look.
My mind made up, I slowly started to remove the only cover of my
nakedness. Mary rushed into the room and knelt down in front of me to
look, peering at the tube of flesh, a few inches long, which hung down
between my legs, nestling on my taut scrotum. She stared at it for long
moments, until, to my horror, it started to inflate. Mary, though, was
not horrified, she was fascinated. She gasped in delight as it made its
way skywards, ending up pointing to the ceiling in the way only young
erections can manage. Then suddenly, without asking, she reached out
and grasped it in her hot little hand. The sudden rush of pleasure was
almost too much for me to bear, and I bent double, pulling my dick free
of her hand.
‘What’s wrong, did I hurt it?’ Mary asked, concern mirrored in her
features.
I shook my head.
‘No, it felt too good to take, that’s all.’
Mary smiled at that, and when I straightened up again, still as hard as
ever, she reached out and gently grasped it once more. This time, ready
for it, I withstood the assault of pleasure, and closed my eyes,
savouring the feelings. Mary just held my dick for a while, bending it
this way and that, though not enough to hurt me. Even without being
properly wanked, the feelings were amazing, and I was very close to
coming. So close, in fact, that when she started up a little
up-and-down motion, I came almost instantly, falling back against my
chest of drawers with the force of the pleasure. I had my eyes closed,
and my legs were barely able to support my weight. I was just conscious
enough to hear Mary giggle and then say,
‘I’ll see you downstairs when you’ve got some clothes on.’
By taking charge of the situation, Mary had managed to regain a little
of her own control. Only for a few seconds had I seen the nervous side
of Mary. Now she was back and charge, and I could feel it immediately,
being ordered around as soon as I got downstairs, getting snacks and
drinks for us both as we watched TV. I was in no mood to complain about
the treatment I was receiving, still buzzing as I was from the best
orgasm in my short career. Yes, it was true that there weren’t that
many to compare to, but your first at the hand of a another person is
always going to be something entirely different.
Mary and I sat on the couch, arms, legs and hips touching. Eventually
the novelty of watching cartoons once again wore off, as it did every
week.
‘Want to go into the woods?’ she asked.
The woods! We hadn’t been in there in years. Of course, my new friends
and I still went in there every week, and knew every hidden corner.
Well, except for one. There was one hidden corner they knew nothing
about. I don’t think anyone other than me actually knew about the
place, to be honest. An old abandoned shepherd’s croft near the edge of
farmland, so overgrown that its brick structure had all but disappeared
into the turf, but empty inside save for a few dry leaves. It was quite
a way from home, but not so far that I didn’t visit it once a week at
least, when I wanted to get away from everyone else. I don’t know why I
never told my mates about it, but now I was grateful for the decision,
because I knew that’s exactly where I wanted to take Mary, and with any
luck we wouldn’t want disturbing.
‘Sure, I know a place, let’s go.’
Mary was intrigued, but I wouldn’t let on about the croft. For those of
you who don’t know of shepherd’s crofts, they’re small buildings, most
often stone, that offer a little protection from the worst of British
weather. And it can get pretty bad up on the moors in the middle of
winter. There’s not enough room for a whole flock to shelter, but if
there’s a young or injured animal that might not make it through the
night the shepherd could take it up to his croft so they could both
survive. The crofts hadn’t been used in decades for the most part, but
they were built to last and they did.
It took us half an hour to get there from my house, scrambling over
hills and through gullies, gradually getting deeper and deeper into the
thick woodland that surrounded the mining town we lived in. Mary even
admitted at one point that she missed running through the woods with
me, playing in forts, but she had an image to maintain now and it just
wasn’t the done thing. Even then she was way above me. Still is to this
day.
The croft was as dry and warm inside as it had always been. The slate
roof had actually grown its own turf, which was utterly watertight, and
the glass in the single tiny window had never been broken by vandals,
so there was no reason that it shouldn’t still be intact. The door
still shut, though I’d at some point in the past had to nail a few
extra boards to it as it rotted away. That wasn’t the limit to my
modification, though. A few months previously my friends and I had
stumbled across an old mattress dumped in the woods. They had had to
leave before we could claim it and move it to one of our hideouts, so
we agreed to hope that it was still there in the morning and come back
for it then. But I didn’t have to be home, and circled back on myself.
It took an hour to drag the mattress by myself through the woods to my
croft, but it was well worth it to have the soft covering on the cold
earth floor of the hut. When my friends had returned in the morning, I
managed to act as though I was surprised and disappointed, and they
never knew any better.
Mary wandered around the croft inspecting everything. Not that there
was a lot to inspect – the floor area was about 6 by 8 feet, and the
mattress occupied most of that. There was a little wooden shelf on the
back wall, which held a collection of things I had found in the woods,
including, to my embarrassment, about half of a porno magazine I had
scavenged and didn’t dare take home. Mary gasped when she saw it, and
grabbed it immediately, holding it up as if I didn’t know what she had
found.
‘Can we look at it?’ she said, her voice strangely breathy.
I wasn’t expecting that. Not at all. But I my girlfriend wanted to look
at porn with me, I was more than happy to oblige. It was hardcore, too,
imported from Holland (I was particularly pleased with the amateur
sleuthing which led me to that conclusion), and pretty much every
conceivable act was portrayed somewhere within the pages I had. Mary
looked over the mattress and decided it was clean enough for her, so
she sat down, legs cross, jeans pulled tight across her crotch, and
beckoned for me to sit across from her.
We sat there for fifteen minutes, watching the scenes getting more and
more intense, delving into things I don’t think even Mary knew about. I
knew all about it, though, and had longed to try some of it out. Mary
gasped at some of it, especially the page of close-ups of a man going
down on his partner, her legs spread wide open and the lips of her
pussy being obscenely spread by his tongue. At that point, Mary’s hand
went instinctively to her crotch, and started rubbing lightly on the
outside. I had been hard for ages, even if it had taken me a few
minutes longer than normal because Mary was there with me. I watched,
mesmerized, as she worked her fingers up and down. After a couple of
moments, she realised what she was doing and looked up at me, noticing
of course that I had been watching her. That didn’t stop her, though,
she carried on as lewdly as ever, eventually going to the extent of
pulling down her zipper and leaning back slightly so she could slip a
hand under the waistband of her panties. I noticed they were white,
with a little pale pink lacy trim around the top, bulging with the
shape of the backs of her knuckles as her fingers moved up and down. I
wasn’t going to be left behind, and leant back myself, pulling down my
own zip and shoving a hand in to grasp my hot, hard dick. We sat there
for a moment, watching each other, getting hotter and hotter, until
Mary broke the spell.
‘Would you do that to me?’ she asked, looking at the magazine. For a
moment I didn’t know what she was asking me to do, but when I looked
across at the magazine, it was still lying open on the page showing the
oral sex scene. Mary wanted me to lick her down there! I couldn’t
believe my ears, she was actually asking me to do that! I was in so
much shock that I just sat there dumbly for about 30 seconds. Mary must
have been nervous about asking, because when I didn’t respond she said,
‘Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked, you don’t want to do that, we can stop
doing all this stuff if you want…’
Suddenly I was jolted into action, mostly by the fear of letting the
opportunity pass.
‘No, I’ll do it, I’ll do it!’ I said, eagerly.
Mary smiled, a shy smile that mirrored the one she had given me in my
room a few hours previously. Then, without ceremony, she rolled onto
her back and lifted her arse up off the mattress, slipping her jeans
and panties down past her knees to bunch around her trainers. When she
put her legs down I saw, for the first time in several years, Mary’s
vagina. That was the only word I really had for it, so that was the
word I used in my head. I didn’t think ‘pussy’ or ‘cunt’, just vagina.
It had changed a little since I had last seen it. The lips were
slightly fuller, and certainly very pink rather than the pale
complexion of her tummy. There was the lightest dusting of hair at the
top of the ravine that led between her legs, but it didn’t extend as
far as the lips themselves. I was treated to an even better sight when
she bent her knees and let her legs fall apart, spreading herself in
front of me. Immediately I was on my stomach between her legs, lying on
top of the bundle of jeans and panties that was still holding her
ankles together.
I was hit by a dual blow of sight and smell. The smell was like nothing
I’d ever experienced, pungent, musky and a total turn-on. If I could
have bottled that scent I would have wanked off smelling it every day.
The lips were parted and glistening, much deeper red on the inside. I
remembered the second set of lips, much bigger now than when we had
played in the bath as children, running up to hood her very prominent
clitoris. I’d known for some time, from Mary’s confession as an eight
year old, that that was the most sensitive part, and stuck out from
between the lips if she got excited. Well, it was certainly sticking
out now, proud and large. Further down, the source of the fragrance, a
deep, deep crimson colour, was the hole into her body. I knew what it
was, knew what it was for, but still couldn’t believe my eyes. It was
so wet! I brought a hand up and slowly ran my finger from the top of
the lips down to the bottom, eliciting a gasp from Mary. She moaned out
loud when I pressed a bit harder at the bottom, pushing my fingertip
into the tight little hole, feeling the intense heat and the soft
wetness of it. I didn’t go further than my first knuckle because the
pressure was so intense and I didn’t want to hurt her, but it was
enough to make Mary writhe in pleasure. I sat there moving my finger in
and out for a minute, watching Mary squirm, until she barked an order
at me.
‘Lick it! Lick it!’
I wasn’t about to refuse, and, leaving my finger where it was, I leaned
into to lick her clitoris. That, too, was the word I used at the time,
that was the way I thought of it, in terms of an anatomy lesson. I knew
that little bump at the top was the most sensitive part from seeing how
much attention was paid to it in the porn magazine, so I concentrated
my efforts there. The effect on Mary was electric. Her knees came up to
clamp by head in place, and I could feel her hips pushing harder into
my face. I licked up and down, pointing my tongue like the pictures had
shown, and it wasn’t long before Mary started to shudder
uncontrollably. I knew from experience that this was a good thing, and
so I pressed harder with my tongue and was rewarded with a proper yelp.
My finger was still up to the first knuckle in Mary’s hole. When she
came, I could feel the muscle pulsating around my fingertips, and then
something weird happened. As I pulled my tongue off her clitoris, she
lunged her hips upwards, impaling herself on me, my finger plunging
deep inside the hottest, tightest thing I had even felt. It was then
that I spontaneously came.
Mary held herself rigid for a few moments, hips pushed up towards me,
my finger still buried as far as it could go into her, her lips
pressing into the backs of my knuckles. Then, with a sigh, she slid
back down to the mattress, pulling herself free. I saw the hole hold
itself open for a second before closing tight again, disappearing into
the folds of her inner lips. I moved off her so she could put her legs
together, which she did immediately. Whilst she was pulling her pants
and jeans back up, self-conscious now, I sniffed my finger, smelling
stronger than ever the scent I had recently feasted on. I had loved
licking her, and so, tentatively, I stuck the finger into my mouth and
dragged it back out, wiping it clean and savouring every bit of the
flavour. Mary was still acting shyly, not meeting my eye for a while,
and then giving a self-conscious smile when she finally did. I was
still hard, I’d stayed that way after I’d come in my pants. But there
was something different there now, something I’d not noticed before.
Rubbing against the inside of my pants, I could feel the head of my
dick was wet, and when I slipped a hand into my pants to check it out,
my fingers came out glistening. Forgetting about Mary being there for
the moment, I pulled down my jeans and looked at the front of my
briefs. I’d worn blue ones that day, and there was actually a wet spot
on the front. I’d spurted! I couldn’t believe it! I showed Mary and she
was impressed too, even though the liquid on my fingers was thin and
clear, like pee but more slippery.
‘We’ll have to be careful when we do it, then,’ she said rather
mysteriously, and by the time I’d figured out the implication, she was
out of the door and on her way home. I rushed to catch up with her, but
didn’t ask any of the questions I was thinking.
Mary’s family was planning to go for a holiday earlier than normal that
year, right at the start of the summer holidays. For the last few
years, my family hadn’t been holidaying with them, having decided to
have some time apart after several years of going to the same place at
the same time every year. I’d expected the same thing to happen again,
and was prepared to lose Mary for two weeks, when I found out I didn’t
have to. Behind my back, my mum and hers had been plotting, and I was
booked in to go on holiday with Mary and her parents! I didn’t even
consider the possibility of Mary having put the pressure on her mum,
but a few years later I found out that she had planned the whole thing
herself. At the time, though, I was just in a little bit of shock,
until I thought of the implications of it, and immediately got a boner,
which I had to curl up on the couch to hide until it went down, which
was quite some time later.
Mary was excited about the prospect of the holiday, and did a great job
of acting as though it was a complete surprise. We started planning all
the fun things we could do while we were away – Mary’s family had been
to the Greek resort for the previous two years running, and so she knew
all the places we could go to, including a water park that was
apparently the biggest in Europe. The beginning of summer couldn’t come
fast enough. I usually got excited enough towards the end of the school
year, but the prospect of two weeks away with Mary had me pretty much
permanently hard. I sat in lessons dreaming of all the things we could
get up to, and had to be really careful that no-one saw my boner making
a big tent in my uniform trousers. I never understood why they made
those trousers so close-fitting, but they certainly weren’t a pubertal
boy’s best friend.
Finally the day came. I’d been so excited that I spent several hours
the Friday evening before we were to leave packing, and had been
through the bag several times, making sure I had everything. Mary’s
family had been busy all evening, so I hadn’t seen her, but I was in
for a pleasant surprise the next morning when she knocked on my front
door to tell me we were going. She stood there in a very tight t-shirt,
definitely more girly than the others she owned, and an even tighter
pair of jeans, so wrapped to her skin that I wondered if she was
wearing any pants underneath. I certainly couldn’t see any lines. Then,
as she turned her back on me to walk down the front path, I go the
shock of my life – her t-shirt had ridden up slightly at the back, and
I could see the tell-tale little triangle of fabric that hinted at a
thong beneath the denim. I could barely believe my eyes. She was only
twelve and she was dressing sexily! I knew what thongs were all about,
I’d seen the women on page 3 of the Sun (Google it if you’re unaware of
the phenomenon) wearing them, and knew what they were like. I was a bit
too shocked to get hard instantly, but when I thought about it a little
later on the plane journey, I had to make a quick trip to the toilet.
I turned back into the house and picked up my bag, only to find my mum
standing there, smiling very strangely at me.
‘My little boy’s first holiday with his girlfriend. How sweet!’
I was mortified. Ok, if I was honest, I would have admitted that it was
obvious Mary and I were a couple, immature as we were, but it was still
painfully embarrassing to hear my mum put it into words. Fortunately
Mary didn’t hear what she said, otherwise I wouldn’t have lived it down
for the whole fortnight. I was grabbed into an overly tight hug by my
mum, who then had to turn away from me, seemingly dabbing at her eyes.
It was all a little bit overemotional for me, though I have to admit my
dads’ behaviour freaked me out almost as much as my mum’s. He came up
to me with a very serious look on his face and grasped my hand in a
handshake, something he’d never done before. When I pulled my hand
away, there was a slip of paper in my hand, which I instinctively
glanced down at before my dad shook his head briskly and mouthed the
word ‘later’. Luckily, my mum hadn’t seen a thing. I left them standing
there on the doorstep, my mum’s eyes still a little red, and my dad
with an arm around her.
The resort was amazing. Mary’s parents always splashed out a bit on
their holidays, and this was no exception. It was an all-inclusive
resort, and the rooms were self-contained in little huts. It certainly
wasn’t the average place. We all got a little wristband, mine and
Mary’s blue and her parents’ ones red, which we had to wear when we
wanted food or drinks, of which we could have as much as we wanted. I
was a bit surprised to find that I was booked in as Mary’s brother, but
I guessed it had something to do with needing to be a family to get a
discount or something. We’d had something like that before, so I
imagined it was the same deal.
I was in for even bigger shock when it came to the rooms, though. For
some reason, I hadn’t thought about the arrangements, but when we got
to the first room, Mary’s parents pointed to another hut about five
along.
‘That’s your room down there, kids, go and get settled in.’
Mary was as shocked as I was at the revelation we would be sharing a
room, and we would be away from her parents. Mary took the key from her
dad, and we made our way down to the hut, dragging our bags behind us.
The room was pretty cool. There was a mini-bar, which had carefully
been emptied of anything alcoholic, save for a little bottle of red
wine. I’d occasionally drunk wine with my parents on holiday – people
in Mediterranean countries never had a problem with it, so my parents
would let me indulge once or twice while we were away. There were two
beds, both singles, but they were pushed close enough together that
they looked like a double, which was in direct contrast to the
alcohol-free vibe of the mini-bar. The en-suite was massive, taking up
about half of our hut, and I was exploring the cupboards in there when
the phone rang in the main room. Mary answered it – it was quite
obviously one or other of her parents, and she chatted for a few
moments, saying mostly ‘yes’ and ‘no’. When she hung up, she came into
the bathroom to find me.
‘My parents are really tired, they’re going to go to sleep for a few
hours. They said we could go and find the pool if we wanted, and have a
look around the rest of the complex.’
I nodded my assent, and went into the main room to rifle through my bag
in an attempt to find my swimming shorts. I had to undo the padlock on
it first, and dug in my pocket for the key. It was then that I
remembered the note my dad had given to me, shoved hastily into my
pocket. I supposed it was time to have a look at it, and unfolded the
paper. On it, in my dad’s typical scrawl, was a short message which
read:
Mark,
Have a great time with Mary and her parents. Be a good boy.
I’ve slipped a couple of extra things into your washbag that your mum
doesn’t know about.
I’m sure you’ll understand what to do with the money, and if you don’t
know what to do with
the other things, don’t worry. If you do, good luck. You’re becoming a
man, now.
Love,
Dad
I couldn’t understand what on earth my dad was talking about, so I
frantically dug through a pile of clothes to get to my washbag. When I
unzipped it, all I could see were the usual things you’d expect. But
there, underneath everything else, only visible if you took the shampoo
out, was a little money clip with quite a decent amount of money in
Euros (they’d just come in when we went), and sitting next to them, in
a box I immediately recognised from sex ed lessons, was a box of
condoms!!! I couldn’t believe it, and even though Mary was digging
around in her bag and couldn’t see what it was, I blushed bright red
and hid them again immediately. Why on Earth would my dad think I would
need those?
I didn’t have time to think about it, though, because Mary had found
her bikini. It was really rather small, I thought, certainly not
appropriate for a girl her age, my mum would have said. I expected
either Mary or I would go into the bathroom to get changed, but instead
she just smiled across at me as I stared and started to peel off her
jeans right there and then, snagging her panties and pulling them down
at the same time as she worked her clothes down to her ankles. When she
got there, she looked across at me and grinned at my wide open mouth
and transfixed eyes. She still had her trainers and socks on, so
dropped back onto the bed and undid her laces, kicking the shoes off,
before leaning back and pulling the jeans and panties the rest of the
way off, taking her socks with them. Then she stood up again and
quickly whipped off her t-shirt, revealing a training bra which she
reached around and unsnapped, shedding it in a second.
There she was, naked as the day she was born, except for, and this
turned me on very greatly, a little silver ankle chain on her left
ankle. I’d not seen her totally naked in all the time we’d been messing
around, and so to see her that way so casually, whilst not even in sex
play, was a dream come true. I was hard instantly, and forgot about
looking for my swimming shorts. Mary smiled at me again, shaking her
head slightly, then picked up her bikini and starting to paste it into
her body. When she was done, she was just about as exciting a sight,
hard nipples crowning the A-cup breasts which pushed against her top,
and a hugely erotic bulge as her mons pushed on the fabric of the
bottoms. She cleared her throat loudly, suggesting that I get on with
finding my shorts, and sat down on the bed, crossing her legs.
I went back to hunting for my shorts, and came across them a few
seconds later. As quickly as I could, I stood and got out of my
clothes, standing naked for a moment to let Mary see me as I’d seen
her, even though she’d seen me that way before, and then got into my
trunks, thanking the Lord that I’d got a really baggy pair that just
about hid my still-hard dick. A few minutes of thinking about anything
other than Mary and I was soft enough to get away with leaving the hut.
The pool in the resort was a pretty amazing place, surrounded by palm
trees and with a beach at one end, made of sand imported from the
proper beach. There weren’t many people around, and few of them were
kids. Most of the voices we heard were speaking foreign languages, and
Mary informed me that most of the people who used the resort were
actually from Germany. For a couple of hours we played like normal
kids, acting as though we really were brother and sister. There were a
couple of moments where I nearly lost control and got hard, but I
managed to stay decent for the time we were there. The closest call was
when Mary went to stand beneath the fake waterfall that splashed into
one side of the pool, and the pressure of the water pushed one cup of
her bikini top to the side, and a nipple popped out before Mary could
rescue it.
Finally, we tired of the games, and went to sit at one of the tables. I
waited while Mary went and got cold drinks and some hot chips from the
nearest bar. Chips really are the best thing to eat after swimming,
there’s just something so right about the combination, and we sat there
at the table under the shade of a parasol sharing them for a few
minutes.
When Mary looked at her watch, we realised it was nearly dinner time,
and her parents would be wondering where we were. We stopped at their
hut on the way back to ours, to find that they were just waking up, and
were going to shower before we went to dinner. They suggested we did
the same and then make our way to their hut when we were ready.
Back at the hut, I graciously said Mary could go first, an offer she
laughed at.
‘We can both go at the same time, silly. There’s plenty of room.’
With that, she started walking to wards the bathroom, unclipping her
top and throwing it over her shoulder at me. I caught it and stared at
her retreating back, before throwing the flimsy material aside and
dropping my shorts. I was very hard, and it wouldn’t be so easy to get
rid of this time.
Mary was right. The shower really was big, and we could probably have
fitted a couple more people in it. The showerhead was a huge dome that
hung over our heads and dumped truly enormous amounts of water on us.
Mary started washing herself, shampooing her hair and rinsing it out,
before taking a bottle of shower gel and handing it to me, asking me to
soap her up.
I was in no mood to disagree. I poured a healthy amount of gel into my
hands, and went to work. I started on her back, as she’d turned away
from me, and watched in delight as suds ran down her back and into the
crack between the beautiful globes of her arse. I rubbed down the
smooth muscle of her back, tracing the little bumps of her spine as I
went, and ended up with a hand on either cheek. I rubbed them for a
moment, then let my left hand drift between them to wash right up to
her arsehole. She gasped when I made contact with it, and spread her
legs slightly, bracing herself against the shower wall. I took that as
a sign to continue, and let my hand drop down towards her hole.
‘Don’t get any soap in me,’ she cautioned, at the same time telling me
just how far she was letting me go. I rinsed my hand and her crack free
of soap, then went back to my rubbing. I found her hole, tight and wet
and very hot, and worked a finger into it from behind. It went all the
way in first time this time, and I revelled in the feeling, before
starting to push my finger in and out. I knew that would get Mary hot,
it was described in the porn magazine I’d hidden in my shepherd’s
croft, and it worked, too. Mary started moaning and pushed herself back
at me.
I was horny as hell, and with her vagina pushing back at me at about
waist height, I started to get ideas. I pulled my finger free, making
Mary sigh, before grabbing her by the hips and guiding my very hard
dick towards her hole. Just as it made contact with her outer lips,
Mary came to her senses and pulled away from me slightly.
‘No, not now, not here.’
I was disappointed. I’d been really close to really having sex with a
girl. The playing around we did was fun, but real sex was something
altogether different. But Mary didn’t want it, so I was to be
disappointed. I was still horny, though, and needed relief quickly, so
I grabbed myself and started to wank.
‘Hang on, I think I owe you something,’ said Mary, turning to face me.
‘Get out of the flow of the water.’
I did so, wondering what on earth she was on about, and she pushed me
backwards, leaning in and kissing me strongly, rubbing my dick between
our bellies. I thought she was going to get me off like that, and would
have been quite happy with the feeling, but she had one more surprise
in store for me. Moving away from my mouth, she started to kneel down,
and when finally her knees were on the floor of the shower she opened
her mouth and took my dick straight in, peeling back the foreskin with
her lips.
I couldn’t believe the feeling. I certainly couldn’t describe it. It
was like nothing else I’d ever felt, and I loved it. Mary was new to
it, she told me later, but had learned what to do from an older friend
of hers. She sucked up and down for a couple of minutes, performing an
act on me I’d only dreamt of. It wasn’t long, over-stimulated as I was,
before I was ready to come. I tried to warn Mary, but my voice had gone
completely, and she got a mouthful of my semen. Ok, maybe not a
mouthful, but it would have been enough to give her a good taste.
She pulled her mouth away and spat my semen out into the flowing water,
watching it as it washed down the drain.
‘Sarah said I should swallow it, but not yet. Do you mind?’
I couldn’t believe what my ears were hearing. Did I mind? Was she
kidding? I’d just had the best orgasm of my life by a huge distance,
and she was asking if I was bothered by her spitting out my load,
something that had just come out of my dick. I shook my head and smiled
down at her reassuringly. It was then that we heard the phone ringing.
Grabbing a towel, Mary ran into the main room, leaving me leaning on
the shower wall. Mary returned about thirty seconds later.
‘That was my mum. My dad’s nearly done with his shower, so they’ll be
ready in about five minutes. Better hurry up and get clean.’
She disappeared back into the main room, towel around her waist and
immature breasts proudly displayed. I couldn’t respond, though, my dick
was finally spent. Carefully, slowly because it was so sensitive, I
pulled the skin back over the head of my dick from where it had sat
bunched up behind the head. Grabbing the shower gel, I washed myself
down and wondered what else could possibly happen on our holiday.
Mary: Part Five Back to Top
When I made my way into the bedroom, Mary was almost dressed, just
pulling a t-shirt over her head to complete her outfit. She wasn’t
wearing a bra underneath, and I revelled in the sight of her nipples
making an impression on the soft blue fabric. She was in those jeans
again, and I thought she was wearing a thong again because there was
still no visible panty line.
I dropped the towel and rummaged around for some underpants, coming up
with a blue pair. When Mary saw me with them, she shook her head.
‘Don’t put them on, just put your shorts on.’
I was a little unsure at first, but the naughtiness of going commando
won out in the end, and I just picked up my shorts and put those on
instead. I grabbed the nearest t-shirt and my sandals and we were ready
to go.
While we’d been inside, the sun had gone down, but the temperature
outside was still breathtaking, made worse by the humidity. Mary’s
parents were waiting for us at their hut, and rather than going to the
dining room at the hotel, Mary’s dad told us he was going to take us
all out to dinner.
The taverna we ended up in was fairly typical, but quite out of the way
and as such mostly clear of other tourists. Mary’s dad actually spoke
enough Greek to get by, so he took our orders and then gave them to the
waiter, who left looking relieved that he hadn’t had to try taking our
orders in English. Mary’s mum was quite a lot like mine, and was
similarly of the opinion that a little wine on holiday never hurt a
kid, so Mary and I ended up with a generous glass of local red each.
Needless to say, by the time the meal came to an end we were both
rather tipsy – one large glass is quite a lot in a
nearly-thirteen-year-old body. We chattered excitedly to Mary’s parents
all the way back to the resort, and I think they were rather relieved
to drop us off at our hut. They were going to go on to the hotel bar
for a while, but we were informed that it was too late for us to be up
and about, and that we should try to get some sleep.
Sleep, though, was about the last thing on our minds. We both flopped
down on the bed and tried to think of exciting things to do while still
somewhat under the influence. First of all, we checked out the TV, and
were both rather disappointed to find that the porn channels had been
disabled. We weren’t quite comfortable enough to just strip off and get
down to it, which I can only attribute to the wine we’d drunk. Normally
it lowers inhibitions, but for some reason it had made us a little more
nervous around each other. Eventually, we came up with the idea of
playing a few card games. It all started off innocently enough, but it
wasn’t long before the reason we needed to get naked came to us both at
almost the same moment: strip poker, that old staple of kids the world
over looking for an excuse to look at each other with no clothes on.
Mary jumped up and locked the door before we started, then returned to
the bed, giggling at what we were about to do. We’d messed around a lot
before, and seen each other naked now, but there was still something
very exciting about playing the game.
A few stories that describe strip poker go through each and every hand
in great detail, and I always find that detracts from the excitement,
so I won’t bother with all of them here. What I will tell you is that
by the time Mary was down to what I thought were her last two garments,
her jeans and panties, I was sitting there in just my shorts, and there
was a noticeable bulge in the front of them. I watched mesmerized as
she dealt the cards, A-cup breasts bouncing very slightly with the
motion of her arms. I knew that if I lost I would be naked, and
although that didn’t bother me, I’d rather Mary had to at least get
down to her pants before we finished, and so I was determined to win
the hand. When the cards were dealt, I had a low pair (threes, I think)
and three other cards, all spades. For a moment, I nearly contented
myself with the pair, and was about to throw the other cards away,
looking for another three. Instinct stepped in at the last minute,
though, and made me throw down the pair. And my reward? Another two
spades – I’d made a flush! I was almost certain that Mary wouldn’t be
able to beat that, and I was right. She was proud of herself for
turning up two pairs, but when I laid my hand down a rather shocked
look came over her face.
I was relived that I had managed to level the playing field, with Mary
down to just one item of clothing like myself, and sat there wondering
what she would look like in a thong. When she rolled onto her back to
remove the jeans, though, I was in for a bit of a shock. I wasn’t going
to see what a thong looked like on her, because Mary wasn’t wearing any
pants! I’d won! Mary was naked, and glorious with it. Her skin
glistened slightly with sweat, reflecting the dim lighting in the room.
She sat back across from me, her legs crossed underneath her, her lips
pulled wide because of her spread legs, and the nub of her clitoris in
its hood poking out proudly from between the lips.
And she was dealing again.
‘What happens if you lose again?’ I asked, unsure what there was left
for Mary to take off, wondering if that little silver anklet counted
for anything.
‘If I lose,’ she replied, ‘you get to make me do a dare, anything you
want.’
I grinned at that, and waited expectantly for her to finish dealing the
cards, all the while wondering what I would ask her to do. My
confidence was misplaced, however, as I managed to not only lose the
next hand, and my boxers, but also the hand after that. Mary got to
choose what I would do, and I sat there like a man on death row,
wondering what she was going to come up with.
The dare, as it turned out, wasn’t so bad after all…
‘I want you to lick me again, like you did before,’ said Mary, lying
back and stretching languorously on the bed.
I was actually looking forward to the dare now, rather than dreading
it. Pushing the cards out of the way, I knelt over Mary and put my
hands on her knees, pushing them up and apart, spreading her most
private parts in front of my eyes. She closed her eyes and ground her
head into the pillow in anticipation.
I’d learnt a thing or two from my porno, and rather than going straight
for the kill, I licked up the inside of her thighs first, edging closer
and then backing away. After about the third time I did this, Mary
pushed her hips up impatiently, slamming her overheated vagina into my
face, gasping when my nose bashed into her clitoris. I decided not to
prolong her agony, and snaked my tongue out into the folds of her
vulva, prying apart her inner lips to lick at the entrance to her hole.
I’d had my finger in there the last time I went down on Mary, but this
time there was no obstruction to my tongue entering the tight ring of
muscle. It was so tight, in fact, that I had a hard time getting my
tongue in until I made it into a small point and pressed hard. When the
tip penetrated her, Mary’s hips flew upwards again, trying to force me
deeper, and her hands gripped the sheets of the bed, knuckles turning
white with the effort. She was trying to keep quiet, her teeth clenched
and a sort of hissing sound coming from between them. All the time my
tongue was buried in her vagina, Mary’s clitoris was rubbing back and
forth over the end of my nose, adding to the stimulation.
I didn’t know how long Mary wanted me to lick her for, but I was
determined not to stop until she came. My dick was rubbing on the
sheets, making a little damp patch, but it was nothing to the juices
coming out of Mary. My chin was soaked, and it was beginning to drip
down into the crack of her arse. I’ve never since been with a woman who
got quite as wet as Mary did when we were messing around.
Another couple of minutes of stimulation with my tongue, and I could
feel the muscles in Mary’s vagina begin to quiver and convulse around
my tongue, as she built up to orgasm. When it finally hit her, Mary’s
body went rigid and her legs came up and over my shoulders, clamping me
in place as she really ground herself into my face. For a few seconds I
couldn’t breathe, but if I’d suffocated there and then I would have
died a happy man.
When she had come down off the high, Mary’s legs unclamped me, and her
arms came out, asking for a hug. I always liked hugging Mary, there was
something comforting about her warmth, and so I was quite happy to move
on top of her and wrap my arms around her. Doing so brought my rock
hard dick into contact with her vulva, causing her to shudder slightly,
before she was still.
We lay that way for a few minutes, Mary silent, holding me tightly.
Then her grip started to loosen slightly. I thought she was falling
asleep, but when I looked down at her face, she was gazing up at me. We
looked into each other’s eyes for a few moments before leaning in at
the same moment and kissing. It was slow and loving at first, but
increasingly passionate, concluding in Mary’s hips starting to move
once more, pushing her hot, wet privates into the underside of my dick.
She did this a couple of times before pushing me over onto my back and
climbing on top.
The heat from her vagina on the underside of my dick was an amazing
feeling, as was the sight of my hardon pushing her lips wide and
squashing her engorged clitoris to one side. She slid back and forth a
couple of times, testing the friction, before stopping and smiling down
at me.
‘You know, it’s a shame you don’t have a condom, we could try something
new.’
I nodded my head, agreeing that it was a shame. It took about ten
seconds for the part of my brain that was shouting at me to be heard by
the rest, and then my eyes flew wide open. I grinned up at Mary.
‘Hold on a second,’ I said, rather roughly pushing her off to one side
and jumping up. I went straight to my washbag and dug around, coming up
with the box of condoms. I don’t know where my dad had got them, but
the box said ‘Slimmer fit for teenagers’, which was a good thing. I’d
managed to get a condom from an older friend before, and it had turned
out to be far too big for my immature dick. I tore the box open,
spilling several on the floor, and grabbed the nearest one to me,
wrapped in purple foil. Turning back to the bed, I proudly held up my
trophy. It was Mary’s turn to go wide-eyed, but the shocked expression
soon changed into a naughty grin. She patted the bed, and I hoped up,
lying back down on my back.
Mary grabbed the condom from me, and sat on my thighs. She was careful
about ripping open the foil, then delicately placed the rolled-up
rubber on the head of my dick. As if she was an expert, she rolled the
condom down my shaft to my hairless pubes. I gave her a questioning
look, to which she answered,
‘My friends and I practised once, on a banana. It’s a good thing you
managed to get slimline ones.’
I was just thankful that it fit so snugly, and that Mary hadn’t asked
where I got them from. I think she would have freaked if she knew my
dad had planted them. When it was in place, she stroked up and down a
few times, which made me lift my hips in anticipation, and then moved
forward to lean over me.
I knew what was coming next, it was just a little hard to believe it
was actually happening to me. I kept feeling like I was watching
someone else doing this, that it wasn’t my young body underneath Mary
at all.
Carefully, ever so slowly, Mary lowered herself down onto me. At first,
the head of my dick bumped into her right behind her clitoris, and sort
of lodged in place. It was pretty obvious it needed guiding in, and
Mary reached down with her right hand and pushed the head backwards,
sliding between her lips, until suddenly it was engulfed in tightness
and raging heat. I could feel the entrance to Mary’s vagina gripping
tightly around my shaft, just below the head, and as she sank lower I
could feel the ring of muscle all the way down. Eventually, with a
sigh, Mary sunk the last inch, and all four and a little bit inches of
me was inside her. I don’t think it would have gone nearly as smoothly
if she wasn’t still soaking wet from having me lick her to orgasm.
Mary sat still for a while, occasionally moving her hips from side to
side, feeling me inside her. At one point I could feel her tighten her
grip, which brought a gasp from me and a grin from her. Eventually,
though, we remembered what having sex was all about, and Mary started
to rise and fall on top of me. This was my new favourite feeling. It
was exquisite, the feeling of the glove of hot flesh tightly gripping
my erection and moving up and down, up and down. Mary, too, was
enjoying it, judging by the look on her face. As she really got into
it, her eyes closed, and a deep frown creased her brow, almost as
though she was concentrating very hard on something. I was so tense I
knew I wasn’t going to last long, but fortunately nor was Mary. Still
stimulated from her first orgasm, another, softer one rippled through
her only a few minutes later. I’d been trying desperately not to come,
to hold off and enjoy having sex for as long as I could, but when
Mary’s vagina started gripping and releasing my dick as she came, I
couldn’t help but explode into the condom.
We slept well that night, the two of us, and made love again in the
morning, this time with Mary on her back, begging me to go harder and
harder. There were 18 condoms in the pack, and I had a feeling we might
run out before the end of the holiday.