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MARIE2


     If you read MARIE1, you know what to expect and if such things 
offend you for any reason, this is a good time to erase the file. 
This is based on interviews from a woman recounting almost a 
quarter-century of sexual experiences and she's not an old woman; 
you figure it out.
     Some names and a few locations have been changed and some 
editing has been done for the sake of smoothness. Other than that, 
this is what she had to say, based on her recollections and the 
extensive and detailed diaries she's been keeping for many years.

CHAPTER TWO

     The basement was divided into three sections. The main part of 
it was sort of a rec room, with an old sofa and some old armchairs 
and an old TV and stereo, et cetera. Off to one side was the 
laundry room, which contained pretty much what you might expect in 
a laundry. In the corner of the laundry room was the cinderblock 
shower stall. I grabbed the soap, turned on the overhead light -- 
it was set up so you couldn't reach the switch from inside the 
stall -- checked the floor of the shower for nasty little 
multileggers and stepped in for my shower. I adjusted the spray so 
it was like needles pounding down on me, hot and sharp. I stepped 
right into the middle of it and closed my eyes and just savored the 
feel of the water sluicing over my flesh. I damn near came again 
just from the sheer, sensual pleasure of it.
     After a while I stepped out from under the spray long enough 
to pour some K mart baby shampoo directly onto my head. I worked it 
into a thick lather in my thick, dark hair, then stepped back into 
the spray and let the water pound the soap out. Then I stepped out 
of the spay again and grabbed the big, industrial size bar of Ivory 
from the soap dish. I worked it into a thick lather all over my 
skin and savored the slick firmness of my own body. I tried to grab 
my nipples, but the soap made my fingers slip off them -- and I did 
it over and over again, simply because it felt so good. Naturally, 
one thing led to another. 
     In moments, I was leaning back against the wall with the spray 
adjusted to hit my pussy. I had my legs open and used my fingers to 
spread my pussy lips. The spray hit my clitoris and I shuddered and 
shook. I was so close to cumming, it was almost unbearable. I 
finally slipped one finger inside my pussy. It was just the 
slightest bit uncomfortable -- but the good feeling more than made 
up for that. I was right on the verge of cumming when the curtain 
was pulled back.
     Jerry.
     "Can I finish that for you?"
     I practically dragged him into the shower. He got on his knees 
and kissed my tits and sucked my nipples. The hot water was 
pounding both of us. He probed my pussy with one finger and it felt 
awfully good.
     But not good enough.
     I pulled his head away from my breasts and stood straight. I 
reached for a towel as I stepped out of the stall. My other hand 
was tugging his to follow me.
     He didn't need a lot of encouragement.
     We barely made it into the recreation room. I dropped to my 
knees and sucked the head of his hard dick into my mouth. I kept my 
hands on his lean thirteen-year-old hips to restrain his natural 
impulse to jam the whole thing into my throat and after a minute or 
so of that, I kind of pulled him down next to me and urged him to 
lay back on the towel. 
     I straddled his hips and trapped his cock between his belly 
and my cunt lips. I stroked along it a few times, more for my 
pleasure than his. The underside of his dick, turned upward, 
dragged over my swollen little clittie. He pulled me down so my 
face was against his neck and my tits were scrunched against his 
lower chest, I reached around behind my little butt and held his 
steel-stiff cock steady while I slithered backward. 
     Both of our bodies were wet from the shower and it was hot and 
sweaty in that little recreation room, so we slid against each 
other. I felt his dick's head pressing into the furrow of my cunt 
lips. As soon as it was settled in place, he hunched his hips up 
and began pushing it into me.
     His cock wasn't very thick, but I was only ten-and-a-half and 
wet as I was, it was still a tight fit. It went in slowly, very 
slowly, bit by bit. My little cunt was so tight that if he hadn't 
had all that teenaged rigidity and enthusiasm, it never would have 
gone in at all.
     But he did and it did.
     I loved it.
     Feeling his dick slide into me was like having an itch 
scratched before you knew it was itchy. His prick was spreading and 
opening me, filling a void that somehow hadn't existed until it 
entered. The cavity of my cunt was so narrow that I hadn't really 
imagined it could be in need of this until it happened. I 
certainly had never imagined it could feel so damn good.
     Jerry had little in the way of style. He just put his hands 
over the hard little mounds of my ass and pressed down while his 
hips rammed that stiff, throbbing young cock up, relentlessly up.
     I was so little that my pussy lips were stretched tight and my 
clitoris was fully exposed -- it might have been anyhow, since it's 
always been a bit prominent -- and the feeling of his dick invading 
me and my clit being rubbed by my stretched cunt lips and...
     Well, it all rolled up together inside of me and I started 
cumming. And I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. My pussy went into 
spasms and all I could do was press down as hard as I could on him 
and feel his cock sliding slowly into me, spreading and filling me. 
I planted my mouth against his collar bone to stifle my own screams 
and just gave myself over to it.
     By the time he'd gotten his dick all the way into me -- and it 
must have taken a good five or six minutes -- I had already had 
about a zillion orgasms. When he finally hit bottom and that scrawny 
thatch of pubic hair was pressing against my clit, I was totally 
lost in my cumming.
     But when he started moving inside me, it was all over. I came 
so hard and so long that I was afraid I was passing out. I might 
have gone unconscious, in fact, but I wasn't aware of time or space 
or place. All knew was the shattering, shredding pleasure ripping 
through my little body. My pussy was tight to begin with, as you'd 
expect of a near-virgin cunt, and even tighter, considering how 
small and young I was. Add the clenching spasms of my orgasms and-- 
     Well, it only took a couple of minutes of that and Jerry was 
cumming, too. His dick swelled inside me and then he was throbbing 
and jerking in there and groaning about how hot and tight I was and 
how good it felt and we were cumming together. 
     Again, it seemed like he would never stop cumming, but when he 
did and his dick shriveled and even my tight twat couldn't hold him 
inside, enormous quantities of juice poured of me and drenched his 
thighs and the towel beneath us.
     For a long time, we just lay there with me sprawled and 
crushing across his hard young body. My hips kept jerking and 
rolling as little aftershock orgasms rocked through me. We were 
both still moaning and panting when we heard the car in the 
driveway.
     I lifted my head and we stared into each other's eyes for a 
moment. Then the realization and panic hit us. We were like a pair 
of wild mice, scurrying and running. Jerry somehow stuffed himself, 
all sweaty and drooling, into a pair of shorts from the clean 
laundry and I ran back into the shower and started it running. By 
the time Lisa and her Mom were in the house, I later learned, Jerry 
was looking through the fridge and I was standing under the hot 
shower, again trying to make my knees work as the water stung my 
flesh. Their Mom told him to go take a shower before he did 
anything else.
     That was great. In the twenty-five years since then, I've 
only met a few women who'd done it that young -- ten-and-a-half -- 
and none of the others enjoyed it. For most, it was an unpleasant 
thing that was done TO them. I was really lucky to have had so much 
fun -- lucky and rare. Part of it was that I had as much control 
over what was happening as the guy, and that made a difference. But 
I'd learned that it could be lovely and pleasurable -- oh so 
pleasurable! -- and that was a revelation.
     Anyhow, with the exams over for me and the carnival going on, 
I was pretty much on my own and at loose ends for a couple of days. 
Lisa's exams were still going on and there were all these other 
things the public schools did, so I took advantage of it and Jerry 
and I fucked away three afternoons of the next week. Then Lisa was 
free and home too much -- I mean, she was my best friend, but I 
wasn't about to confide to her that I was fucking her brother. She 
was still a ten-year-old herself and would've said something to 
him, even if she didn't' do it out of jealous spite for me. 
     Then we were well into June and Lisa's Mom's routine kept her 
home most of the time. Jerry and I had less and less opportunity 
for fooling around and he got very interested in this girl his own 
age. She had big hooters -- the kind he'd admitted fantasizing 
about -- and I was forgotten. What he learned with me wasn't 
forgotten, though. She benefited from his practice on me when it 
came to cunnilingus. Or so I learned, later.
     In the meantime, another carnival was approaching -- the 
town's, this time, rather than the church's -- and my civic-minded 
Mom and Dad started spending most of their free time at that. It 
was much the same story as with the church carnival. 
     [Sure, I'm a little bitter. I understand now -- I may have 
understood then -- the importance of it. For Dad, it was contacts 
for part-time work as an electrician. For Mom, it was social 
contacts, widening the circle of acquaintances beyond the inbred 
little crowd at the church and on the block. I understood some of 
that; it didn't ease my resentment.]
     So I went to the carnival -- it was only four streets away -- 
and there was this really cute guy working one of the hot dog 
stands. He was fourteen and even though he was cute, he wasn't 
really popular because he had a reputation as a -- well, nowadays, 
we'd call him a "nerd."  His name was Marty. It so happened that 
Marty and I had a common interest: amateur radio. To me, it was 
something mysterious and far away. To Marty it was very real and -- 
     [What fascinated me about it? The idea of being able to press 
some buttons and throw switches and be able to talk with people in 
far off and mysterious places. Okay?]
     Anyhow, he said he had a rig and I wanted to see it so he 
invited me to come by his place after he finished his turn in the 
booth and he'd show me the works. And I agreed. And he hardly ever 
stared at my tits or anything like that, so I figured it was okay; 
it being Saturday and all, his folks would be home.
     Well, his folks weren't home, just his brother, Phil. Phil was 
nineteen and home from college. Their parents were over in Port 
Clinton visiting someone. But Phil didn't seem interested in 
anything except this ballgame on TV -- the Indians and the Tigers; 
I remember it clearly -- and drinking beer. He just grunted when we 
came in, didn't even look at us.
     We went up to Marty's room, which was very tidy. I took that 
as another good sign. His rig was set up on shelves against one 
wall. He powered up and while we were waiting for the tubes to warm 
up, he asked me about school and stuff like that. 
     When the rig was ready, he invited me to sit in the chair and 
run the set. As he got up, I accidentally -- I think -- brushed his 
arm with my breasts. His eyes widened and he stared at my chest as 
if he'd just noticed it. I was all sweaty -- that room was hot up 
there under the eaves in summer -- and where I'd brushed him, the 
tee-shirt was soaked right to my bra. Which wasn't concealing much, 
because my tits were still growing and the bra was still much too 
small. 
     [The bra? No, not for support -- not at that age! --but too 
keep them from bouncing all over the place.]
     My nipples were getting hard -- visibly, right through the bra 
and tee-shirt.
     I looked up at him -- he was about five-foot-seven and I was 
still only four-foot-four -- and he said, simply, "Wow."
     Then he blushed and grinned like a nut and gestured for me to 
sit. And I realized I was enjoying the way he blushed and the way 
he seemed a bit intimidated. I noticed the hard bulge in the front 
of his shorts and I liked the fact that I had done that to him. 
     I sat down at the rig and followed his instructions, all the 
time my nipples hard as rocks and the sweat pouring off me. I asked 
if he had a fan or something and he said no, and he was sorry it 
got so hot up there and peeled off his shirt. It was soaked, too. 
He didn't have as nice a built on him as Jerry, but he was okay.
     "Well, that's not fair," I said. "If you can do that -- " And 
I peeled off my shirt. It was a helluva lot cooler, not having that 
hot cotton plastered to me and it was a helluva lot hotter, sitting 
there with my breasts all shiny and swelling up around the sides 
and top of that pathetic bra.
     He was staring at them. 
     "You don't mind, do you?" I asked.
     "They're beautiful," he said. "I never saw such big, beautiful 
breasts on such a little girl..."
     It was sheer flattery, I thought, but: "Thank you."
     "Can I -- "
     "Touch?"
     "If."
     "If what?"
     "If you promise to be gentle and if I can touch, too."
     He frowned, obviously puzzled. So since I was obviously more 
experienced than he was at that stage, I put my hand over the 
steel-hard bulge in his shorts.
     He jumped as if I'd burned him, blushed even more furiously 
and then stepped forward. I squeezed the lump and he gasped. 
     "Take it out."
     He fumbled at the zipper and finally drew it down. The white 
Jockey's underneath were strained by his 14-year-old's rigidity. I 
unfastened the waist-snap of his shorts and then pulled the shorts 
and the briefs to his knees. His dick sprang up and throbbed right 
in my face. It was about six inches long and thoroughly average in 
every way.  His balls were tight and firm in their wrinkled little 
sack and looked so cute -- !
     I put my hand around his cock and squeezed again. The 
throbbing doubled. He groaned softly. 
     He said, "Now, your turn ..."
     I reached around and under with my other hand -- I was always 
very limber, almost double-jointed -- and pried open the snap of my 
bra. It felt so good to have the pressure off! I shrugged and 
pulled it off, releasing his hard young cock just long enough to 
remove the straps.
     He reached down with one finger and rested just the tip 
against my left nipple. He pressed carefully. My breasts were so 
firm that it hardly gave at all. He put his whole hand on my tit 
and squeezed carefully and the sensation sent a rush right through 
my body to my pussy. I had learned how pleasurable it could be to 
fuck, and I was turned on by the prospect of doing it again. 
     With him standing next to the chair, his dick was almost level 
with my nose. I pulled him close and bent his prick down slightly. 
I turned in the chair to face him and rubbed the silky flesh of the 
red, throbbing glans against my right nipple. 
     "You're gonna make me shoot my stuff," he gasped.
     "Wouldn't you like that?"
     "It'll get all over everything!"
     "Can't have that." I kept rubbing and squeezing and when he 
started to spasm, I raised his dick, brought my mouth down and 
sucked the head into my mouth. His juice was very thick and a 
little vinegary. And there was a lot of it. I knew how to suck and 
swallow -- I'd had some practice with Jerry, remember -- and how 
use my tongue a little. I kept my lips locked around his shaft and 
kept jacking him with my hand. I think he came for about a half a 
minute. I had to swallow twice. His hips kept flailing away even 
after he stopped shooting and his dick hardly lost any of its 
stiffness.
     I realized then that I had my free hand between my legs and I 
was squeezing and rubbing my pussy. I was getting very, very turned 
on. The fact that he wasn't pressing me or forcing me, that I felt 
in control of the situation -- that had a lot to do with it; I felt 
comfortable and unthreatened.
     I let go of his prick and pushed his shorts to his ankles. He 
stepped out of them and I stood and stripped. My white cotton 
panties were absolutely soaked.
     "Can I just -- look at you for a minute?"
     "Look all you want, honey." I caught sight of my reflection in 
the mirror on the closet door. Let me tell you, I was damn foxy 
looking! My complexion is almost swarthy and ample time sunbathing 
had darkened it to a kind of smoldering shade. My hair was long and 
straight in those days, down to my shoulders, and my face was round 
and had a lot of baby fat then. I had good legs -- not great -- but 
they were nicely shaped and in proportion to my hips. My tits were 
very firm, of course, and looked big and my nipples were hard as 
pebbles. My belly was flat and my waist and hips were exactly right 
for a healthy almost-eleven-year-old. I had no hair on my pussy 
yet, so I was all sleek and shiny with perspiration and all lithe, 
with hints of the curves to come. I got turned on even more just 
looking at myself.
     I raised my arms over my head and slowly turned in front of 
him. When I was facing him again, he just stood there with his 
mouth hanging open. But he was standing there naked and with a 
rock-hard erection, too. 
     "I want you to do something for me," I told him, sidling 
closer.
     "Anything," he breathed.
     "I'll let you do it to -- with me, but first I want you to 
kiss me ... down there."
     He frowned. "You mean -- down there?" 
     This sounded familiar, but I knew how to deal with it, now. I 
stepped closer and let my tits press against his stomach. His cock 
was jabbing my stomach.
     "Yes."
     "Is it clean?"
     I nodded and began turning back and forth, slowly, so my 
sweat-slicked breasts were rubbing against him.
     "I don't know how -- "
     "Do what I tell you and you'll learn. You may even enjoy it. 
Besides, I'll suck you again."
     He seemed dubious, but I grabbed his dick and pulled him with 
me toward the narrow bed. I sat on the bed, still holding his 
prick, and pulled him close to me. I leaned forward to kiss his 
cock. Then I let go of his dick and laid back, my legs a little 
apart.
     "Start by kissing my tits," I told him and boy, was he eager! 
He was trembling when he crawled on the bed and bent his head down 
to my tits. He kissed them all over. His breath was hot, even on my 
warm flesh. He kissed them, pressing his lips against the firm 
curves. He kissed my nipples as gentle as a fly landing and then 
got a little adventurous and sucked one lightly into his mouth. I 
couldn't stop my gasp of pleasure or the little shiver that went 
through my hips. I took one of his hands and put it on the breast 
he wasn't kissing at the moment. I led his thumb and forefinger to 
my nipple.
     "Now very gently, pinch it -- ah!" The sensation was 
maddening. He was a quick study and very attentive and quickly got 
the knack of drawing the pads of his thumb and forefinger up from 
the base, barely grazing the hard little spike until they reached 
the tip -- and then tugging lightly on it. It didn't take too much 
of that before my hips were rolling and my legs were opened.
     I pushed his head down over me and he kissed and licked and 
nibbled his way down past my ribcage, down over my flat ten-and-a-
half-year-old's belly and abdomen, down to where the fever was. I 
swear, I could feel my pussy pulsing with eagerness.
     I held his head in both hands and directed his mouth right 
there, to the top of my little mound. When his lips pressed my 
clit, I came. Damn! I just lay there and shuddered with the 
pleasure of it. By now my legs wee wide open and my hips wee 
rolling around and rubbing my cunt all over his face. He didn't 
seem to mind the taste too much! 
     I tasted blood and realized I had bit my lip, trying to stifle 
any noise. I let go of his head and he looked up and said, "Are you 
alright? Did I hurt you?"
     "Honey, I am totally right and you did it right! Lick me a 
little, will you?"
     I didn't have to ask twice. He plunged in eagerly, lapping 
away at my bald little cunt like a puppy with water. He even tried 
pushing his tongue inside a couple of times, but I was too tight. 
At one point, he pulled my legs up and over his back, so my thighs 
were on his shoulders and my vagina was aimed right up into his 
mouth. 
     He was holding my little butt. His hands almost covered my 
cheeks. He pulled my cunt up to his mouth and gobbled. And let me 
tell you, it didn't take him long to find the most important place. 
He got the tip of his tongue on my clitoris -- it felt like it was 
swollen as a big as a marble -- and played with it and I was lost.
     I reached back and pulled a corner of the bedspread up to 
stuff in my mouth and then all hell broke loose. I came and came 
and came. It was like some kind of seizure. Even though he later 
denied it, I could tell that the pressure of my thighs on his ears 
had hurt, because his ears were all red.
     I finally had to drag his head away from my little pussy; I 
simply couldn't take any more. It was almost hurting from that 
direct manipulation. 
     I pulled him up on that skinny bed next to me and rolled him 
onto his back and sprawled on top of him. He was gasping and I was 
panting and we were both absolutely covered with perspiration, 
which made us all slippery against each other. 
     "Have you ever been inside a girl before?" I asked him. He 
shook his head. I rolled on top of him and straddled his waist, 
kneeling. I reached back and found his cock, hard and hot, 
throbbing just behind me. I leaned back a bit so I could feel it 
press into the upper separation of my ass cheeks. He groaned a 
little bit.
     I leaned forward onto him and gave him a big wet kiss right on 
the lips and we tongued each other a bit. His hands had come up to 
stroke and caress my back and slide down to squeeze my ass.
     "You just lay there a minute and I'll get this under wy," I 
told him. I knelt up and moved back, then crouched over him. His 
dick was standing up so stiffly it was at maybe a forty-five degree 
angle to his stomach. I grabbed his prick in one hand and lowered 
myself till it was against my cunt.
     My pussy was all red and swollen and I was incredibly wet. 
Still, it was a good thing he was so hard, or it never would have 
gone into me. As it was, the fit was so snug that when maybe a 
third of him was inside me, I stopped and tried to relax.
     "I don't think I can hold it," he groaned.
     Well, I wanted him to hold it, because it felt so good going 
in -- but I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel, so I 
said, "Honey, you just relax and let it shoot."
     He sighed and I pushed down and back, thrusting more and more 
of his dick into me and he started cumming. His hands pulled my ass 
down and I had almost all of him in me before he stopped shooting. 
I could feel his spasms, but I was already so wet I didn't feel his 
jism in me. 
     But he stayed mostly hard and when I finally got the last of 
his dick in me, I started sliding around. I let myself fall forward 
onto him, so my titties were pressed into his upper stomach and I 
just let my hips go, rolling and rocking and sliding up and down.
     In no time at all he was hard as a rock inside me again and I 
was starting to cum again. Unlike the orgasms when he was eating 
me, this one built and built and built, like a wave coming in, and 
when it started, I could feel my little cunt close even more around 
him. He was jerking his hips up, thrusting into me crazily. I sat 
up and back and let all sixty-four pounds of me press my cunt down 
hard onto his stiff dick. I glanced down, past the barely jiggling 
mounds of my hard tits and the swollen-to-bursting points of my 
nipples and I could see his dick stretching into my little pussy, 
my cunt lips pulled wide to accommodate his shaft. 
     I just kept cumming and cumming and then he whispered that he 
was going to cum again. I grabbed my nipples and squeezed and 
ground my cunny down till my clit was mashed into the little pubic 
mat around the base of his cock. I felt his dick flex as he creamed 
inside me and each throb sent me deeper into my orgasm.
     I toppled forward onto him as he finished and lay there with 
his dick, finally shriveling, still clamped in my puss. I thought I 
would pass out; he had.
     I pulled myself off him. My cunt held onto his limp prick and 
stretched it out till it popped free and flopped back onto his 
belly. A thick mixture of juices, his and mine, seeped out of my 
tight slit. His dingus looked cute now, all curled up and shriveled 
like a little boy's. 
     I put my panties back on, mostly to keep all that stuff from 
draining down my legs, then my shorts and my bra. My breasts were 
still swollen and very tender. My tee-shirt was too drenched -- so, 
for that matter, was the bed -- so I rummaged through Marty's 
dresser and took one of his. It was way too big, which was just 
fine by me.
     I let myself out of his room and walked slowly downstairs. 
Phil was still in front of the TV, now with a sandwich and potato 
chips in front of him, along with the beer. The game was still on.
     "Who's winning?"
     "Indians." For the first time he looked at me. "Who're you?"
     I told him. He shook his head and looked back at the game. 
"Funny. I thought you were eleven or twelve."
     "I'll be eleven in a couple of months."
     He looked back at me, staring quite openly at my figure. 
"Damn. You have one hell of a figure for a kid your age."
     "You don't have to sound sad about it."
     "I wish you were old enough for -- never mind." He laughed. 
     "For what?"
     This time he gave me an appraising look. "Where's Marty?"
     "Upstairs. I asked him to show me his ham station. You still 
didn't tell me what you wish I was old enough for."
     "Nothing a kid like you should be hearing." He turned his gaze 
firmly back on the TV. "I'll be seeing you around, Marie."
     "Be seein' ya'," I said and let myself out of the house.
     So I had made this discovery, see? I could find and be close 
to and even have sex with nice men and I could turn men on and 
still have them treat me right and it could be fun and sweet and 
pleasurable and not hateful or hurtful or scary. All the way home, 
five blocks on the East Side of Toledo on a hot summer day, boys 
would stare at me and some men, too, and most of them would look 
away when they saw my face and realized how young I was, and it 
didn't scare me. That was important: It didn't scare me.
     And since it could be fun and didn't scare me and felt awful 
nice, I determined to do a lot more of it.
     When I set my mind to something, I do it. This was no 
exception. I had just been warming up, so to speak.

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