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A Close Call

  Whew!  Was that a close call last night!  I almost got caught
in a MOST compromising position!  And if we'd been caught, all
hell would have broken loose.  Actually, we did get caught, and
it turned into the hottest night of sex I've ever had!  My name
is Doris, and I'm nineteen years old. I'm writing this on my
girlfriend's computer, with her help.  I'm five foot eight inches
tall, and I have a nice, but slim, 34C-20-33 figure, what a lot
of guys call sexxxy! I am very proud of my sexy legs, and love to
show them off.  I have long dark brown hair that reaches my
waist, and greenish-grey eyes.  I have some freckles that run
across my nose and cheeks, and many guys tell me that this makes
me look "sweet & innocent"...little to THEY know!  Anyway, I was
at my friend's house in the afternoon, and we were talking about
our boyfriends and such.  Kim is a gorgeous blonde, and we both
keep or hair about the same length.  She has startling green
eyes, and a nice shape, but a bit "curvier" than mine.  Kim
measures 38D-25-36, and she has very dark and large nipples that
drive her boyfriends nuts.  Kim loves to show off by putting
rouge on her nips and wearing thin blouses without a bra.  A real
flirt!  Her mom came in and said that she was going to meet Kim's
dad in the city for dinner, and they wouldn't be home until late. 
She reminded Kim to get her homework done (we  both go to a local
college), and that there was dinner in the refrigerator. Her mom
said I could stay and eat with Kim, and since I had my own
apartment, I figured "why not?"  Her mom got all dolled up, and
we saw her off.  Then we got into talking about the really GOOD
stuff. You know, how big this guy is, or how good, or the way he
sucks pussy, and on and on.  This went on through dinner, and we
were both laughing and having fun.  We went back into Kim's
bedroom and started to tell each other some fun fantasy ideas. 
Kim said that she wanted to ride in her boyfriend's van, in the
back where there aren't any windows, and take off her clothes and
get herself off while he drove down the freeway at night!  Neat
stuff huh?  Mine was just as wild, and I told her that I wanted
to suck off my current boyfriend, but I wanted to do it while
hidden under a table in a posh restaurant.  We laughed and
wondered if our boyfriends ever had these wild ideas (I know you
guys do -- so exciting!) Kim asked me if I had ever wondered what
guys saw in kissing girls, and I said yes, I had wondered about
it.  We'd both seen a porno tape at my place one night, one  that
my boyfriend rented, and it had two girls going at each other hot
and heavy.  I never told Kim that I got turned on by that scene,
even though I thought of myself as straight.  Then Kim almost
floored me.  "You know the  scene in that porno tape with the two
girls?" Kim said.  "I got really hot watching that and I've
wondered about kissing a girl ever since."  I couldn't beleive
it!  I told her that I too got a bit aroused, and we just looked
at each other.  "Wanna try it?" I asked her.  "What?" She said,
and she looked shocked.  "Kissing each other." I said.  Kim
looked relieved and then said yes.  We sat there for a long
moment or three, then nervously leaned into each other.  I was   h)         surprized at how soft her lips were, and how warm she seemed.  I
closed my eyes as our lips met and we kissed for about two
seconds, but it seemed a lot longer.  "Soft." Kim said.  "Sweet
and soft." I could see that she was blushing.  "Hmmm.  Yeah, and
warm too." I said.  I was really getting hot, and I could feel my
pussy getting wet. I just figured that this was a little
"naughty" and let it go.  "Let's try again." Kim said.  "Do you
mind?"  In reply, I leaned forward and we kissed again.  My heart
raced and pounded in my chest.  Our lips met, and I suddenly felt
Kim's lips part.  For no reason  my tounge slipped out and
stroked her lips, and then I felt hers meet my tounge.  I was
breathing heavily, just like Kim, and my pussy was soaking my
panties.  We brushed each other's tounges, and then I let her
enter my mouth, like a guy would.  I felt my nipples harden, and
instinctivly I reached my arms around her neck.  Kim moaned and
we fell onto our sides on the bed, kissing each other with hot
passion.  Kim's hands slid up my waist and I was so hot all I
wanted her to do was pinch my nipples.  At last, we broke our
kiss, but our faces were still close together.  "Jee-zus!" I
breathed softly.  "I want you!"  I was shocked at my own words as
they came out of my mouth by themselves.  Kim looked at me, and
then she kissed me again, this time, rolling me onto my back and
laying on me.  Both of our tounges chased each other, and we
kissed until we started grinding our hips against each other. 
Kim pulled back and whispered to me.  "Let me love you, please?"
That's all I needed to hear. "Oh, yes, please!" I said.  Kim and
I knew each other from sixth grade on, and we were very close
friends for years.  Now, this felt natural, as we loved each
other in almost every other way.  Kim slid her hands over my
breasts and pinched my nipples.  "Ohhh, yes, KIM!" I moaned. 
"Pinch them for me-eee." Kim knew I liked that from conversations
long ago.  The next thing I knew, she had my blouse open and she
was sucking my bare tits, circling the areaola with her tounge. 
I floated lightly on a cloud, relishing her touch.  Kim sucked
and licked, teasing the undersides and licking my neck. 
Nervously I reached up and pulled her T-shirt off.  She wasn't
wearing a bra, and her full breasts hung down, the large, dark
nipples hard and sexy.  I pushed Kim up and sucked one of her
nipples, running my hands all over her lovely tanned body.  Her
long blonde hair sent electricity through me when it brushed my
skin.  Both of us were breathing hard, and feeling very sexy.  My
hands found the edges of her pants and the fasteners.  I unzipped
her pants and slid my hands down onto her beautiful behind,
cupping her cheek and then squeezing them softly.  I still sucked
her wonderful nipples too.  "Yes.  Squeeze my ass. Lift them,
alternate each side." She said breathily.  I did, and I could
hear her pussy making wet noises thru the fabric of her pants and
underwear!  She really was that wet!  Her hands found the zipper
of my jeans, and she slid them off of me, leaving my panties on. 
I got her out of her pants too, and she tossed her underwear
aside, kneeling nude right next to me.  I'd seldom seen her
naked, and never from the front.  Now the blonde hair on her
pussy fascinated me.  I reached out and touched it, and Kim
rocked her pelvis forward, forcing my touch to her mons.  It felt   h)         soft, and silky, not as coarse as mine.  I ran my nails up her
belly and then pinched a nipple.  Kim knelt there, eyes closed,
and she moaned softly.  She reached for my panties, and I stopped
her.  Our eyes met, and I know I blushed.  "Do you want to stop?"
She asked me.  No, I didn't but that wasn't the problem. 
"Promise you won't laugh or get mad?" I asked her.  I was a bit
sheepish about showing her.  Kim promised and I stood up, facing
away from her. I took off my pink panties and turned around.  Kim
looked, no, stared, at my pussy, in all it's shaven glory.  "I
did it for Roger." I said sheepishly. Roger had suggested it last
week, and I did it, and it made me feel sexy.  Kim's reply? 
"Ohhh, Doris!  It's beautiful!" Kim was beaming at me, and then
she leaned forward and pulled me onto the bed.  "Let me lick
you?" She said. It was sort of a command, but with an implied
question of permission. I layed back and let her.  Kim's tounge
found my bare mons, and I jumped.  Her tounge was hot, and wet,
and I knew I was soaked too.  She traced a heart on my mons with
her tounge, and then she started kissing the insides of my
thighs.  Each touch, every kiss made me hotter and wetter.  Kim
took her long blonde hair and flipped it up onto my stomach and
pulled it over me.  God that felt soooo sexxxy!  Especially when
it slid between my legs, over my bare pussy!  I moaned and arched
on the bed.  Kim flipped her hair away, and then leaned forward,
her tounge out.  She looked at me and I watched her lean down and
felt her tounge touch my now sopping wet pussy. I was so excited,
my juice was making my ass wet.  She licked and then tasted. 
Then another lick, and another.  Each touch sent waves of
electric pleasure through me.  I was panting hard, watching her
with her eyes closed lick my pussy.  Kim pushed her tounge into
my vagina, and now I wanted her to suck me until I came.  I'd
never been this excited by any of my boyfriends eating me!  She
raked her nails down my thighs, and I shivered.  Then, magic! 
Kim's tounge found my clit, and she tounged it lightly, making
circles all around it.  I don't remember, but Kim said I  bucked
and thrashed on the bed, moaning and making high pitched noises
while I came.  What I do remember is sheer orgasms, one after
another while she sucked me.  I remember pushing my pussy into
her face and feeling her wet lips and tounge all over me, and
loving each second of it!  Exhausted, I layed there, sweating and
panting.  Kim came up and held me, telling me that I tasted sooo
good, and stroking my hair.  When I recovered, I wanted, REALLY
WANTED to do her too.  Kim lay back, resting on the pillows, and
now I loved her.  I sucked her nipples and tounged her breasts
all around.  I licked between them too, enjoying their soft
warmth.  I kissed my way down her stomach, kissing her sides and
down the outsides of her hips and thighs.  Kim's breasts sag just
a bit, and they're really sexy that way, showing how full and
lovely they are.  I used my long hair on her, the way she did to
me.  Kim sighed and toyed with her nipples while I kissed and
licked the insides of her thighs.  Kim's pussy gave a wonderful
fragrant and sexy aroma, and I plunged right in.  I licked her
creamy juices from her entrance up to her clit.  I even sucked
her labia into my mouth, and their soft-ness and silkiness felt
sexy and erotic.  I licked the full length of her slit, and then   h)         sucked on her clit, circling it with my tounge the way she'd done
me.  Kim arched up and her legs locked around me, and I felt her
pussy pulsing against my lips.  Her spasms triggered another,
albeit small, orgasm in me, and we both rode over our waves of
pleasure.  I kept sucking, her tasty cream was soo good, so warm
and slick that I wanted it all over me.
  Kim came again, and I was struck with an idea.  When she
recovered, I suggested it.  "I want you to rub your pussy all
over my nipples." I told Kim.  She sort of smiled and then rolled
me over, swinging her leg over me.  Kim lowered her still soaked
pussy onto my right nipple, and pulled her pussy open.  I felt
her slick cunt slide over my nipple and I almost came right away! 
Ohhhh it was so warm and slick! Quickly I pressed up against her
puss, and then we were both rubbing back and forth.  I rolled the
other way, and shoved my left nipple up against her clit, and Kim
started to come.  She was rubbing her pussy on me and fingering
her clit too.  My breasts were slick and wet from her pussy and
then I lay flat on my back, Kim rubbing her slippery juices right
on the middle of my chest. It felt so erotic and hot!  Kim's
chest was flushed and so was mine.  I slid down and let her sit
on my face and mouth, sucking her delicous cunt.  Kim came over
and over, shuddering and moaning loudly each time.  Kim rolled
off of me and we held each other, kissing tenderly.  Kim didn't
seem to mind tasting her own juices, nor did I mind tasting mine
on her lips.  We were both warm and happy.  A bit later, I was
sucking her tits and finger-fucking her hot pussy, and Kim was
rocking her hips up and down.  That's when we both heard, from
the doorway, a very deliberate "Ahem!".  Startled because we
thought we were alone, we turned around to see Kim's older
brother, Rick, standing at the door, and he had his cock in his
hand.  And WHAT a cock!  Rick was twenty-five and very good
looking.  We both scrambled around, blushing, stammering, and
trying to cover up.  Both of us were staring at his massive meaty
cock though, and its purplish head.  "Don't try to cover up
girls." He said. "I've been watching for about five minutes and
I've seen both of you already."  Kim was pissed, and screamed at
him for sneaking in, and invading our privacy (we'd left the
bedroom door open though).  Rick had his own place, but he often
came home to visit, and this was one of those times!  Kim was
still mad, and yelling at him.  "What're you gonna do?  Tell
mom?" Rick said sarcasticly, and I noticed that he was looking
Kim over lustily.  His words hit Kim hard, and she shut up,
knowing that if she said anything, her mother would hear about
our lesbian play. "You girls are really something to watch!  I
got hard in two seconds!"  Kim looked down at his cock (so did
I).  Then I walked over and looked him right in the eyes, and
unfastened his pants.  "DORIS! What're you doing?" Kim said,
shocked.  I didn't say anything, but I took a hold of Rick's
pants and pulled them down.  Rick's cock was about nine inches
long and really thick.  Thicker than any cock I'd ever seen.  I
was practically drooling over it.  So  I opened my mouth and
sucked.  His thick cock forced my mouth open wide, and I looked
up his five foot eight inch body, and saw him rock his head back,
his brown hair looking like a halo (snicker) in the light.  Kim   h)         watched me suck his cock, and I took about half of it into my
mouth.  I could taste his salty come, what was leaking out, and
it excited me more.  I cupped his heavy balls in my hand and used
my nails on his ass and balls.
  Rick must've been watching for a while, because he moaned and
shot a gallon of his thick creamy cum in my mouth.  I swallowed
some, then slid off his cock, smiling. "Mmmmmmm" I moaned.  I
looked over at Kim, and she was sitting on the bed, watching.  I
decided to give Rick a real show (I learned one or two sexy
things from that porno tape!).  I went to Kim and pushed her down
on the bed.  Then I kissed her and she was a bit shocked when she
felt and tasted her brother's cum flowing into her mouth.  Then
she started to lick and I lifted up, letting it dribble onto her
tounge and lips.  Rick watched, stroking himself.  As soon as
most of his sperm was on Kim's tounge and lips, I kissed her
passionately, being sure to lick her lips visibly with my tounge
so Rick could see.  Kim went a bit crazy too, licking my face and
lips.  "Jee-zus H. Kee-riiste!" Rick said. "You babes are fucking
hot!" I'd just sucked him off and then I felt his thick cock at
my pussy, pushing its way in.  I was so wet and slippery, my
pussy let him in, even though it stretched me quite a bit.  It
felt huge going in, and every time he thrust, I thought he just
might split me in two.  I was kneeling on the bed, and Kim slid
up and I started sucking her hot pussy.  Rick pumped his cock in
and out of me, and I started to come in huge waves of intense
orgasm.  All I could do was pant, moan or make some sort of
noise.  Kim slid under me in a 69 position and started licking
and sucking my clit.  Her brother's cock started to swell inside
me and I could feel him gettting ready to shoot.  I slammed back
into his thick meat, and begged him to fuck my hot
cunt...litterally saying "Fuck my hot cunt you fucking stud!"  I
was really hot and wild!!  Rick came again, and it felt like a
flood inside me.  He rammed deep into me and filled me with his
sperm.  I came again too, with Kim's help.  I was now beginning
to float along when Rick pulled out and pressed my hips down onto
Kim's face.  Kim sucked and licked the flowing juices from me,
and I seemed to rocket into orbit.  I was grinding my cunt
against her face an shouting in a loud voice "EAT ME! OHH EAT
ME!"  Kinda crude huh?  Kim sucked her brother's cum from my
pussy, and I collapsed on the bed, drifting for a while.  I could
hear her talking to Rick, but my brain was really fried from all
of this.  I must've dozed or fallen asleep, because I woke up to
the bed shaking.  Kim was on her back, and I could see that Rick
was pumping her pussy.  Kim's legs were flung wide open and Rick
was sucking her tits hard.  I just watched for a bit.  Rick
pulled out and said he was going to have some fun.  Kim was so
hot then that she'd have let him fuck her in the front yard! 
Rick straddled her and slid his slippery wet cock between her
tits.  Kim pushed her tits together, letting him tit-fuck her. 
"I've fantasized about this for years!"  Rick said.  He started
pumping his cock and after a bit, Kim's pussy juice wasn't
enough.  I was fingering my own pussy by now, so I started using
my wet fingers to rub my cream on his cock and her tits.  Rick
pumped and fucked her tits, and then I started fingering Kim's   h)         clit to get her off too.  Rick shot his thick sperm all over his
sister's face, then rubbed his cock on her tits.  Kim was licking
her lips and I sucked Rick's cock until he got hard again.  Now
it was my turn again.  Rick started pumping my pussy, and I sat
there feeling like I was floating on his cock.  Kim's cunt was
easy to get too, and I licked and sucked her juicy pussy.
  After a few minutes, Rick stopped, I guess he was getting
tired, and pulled out of me.  "I've got an idea" He said, and he
had us follow him into the living room.  Rick had me sit on his
cock, while he sat on the sofa, and Kim knelt on the floor and
licked my clit and his cock while we fucked.  His thick cock was
so heavenly the way it stretched me open.  Kim's tounge had me
floating miles high in a lusty haze.  Kim was lapping my shaved
cunt, and Rick was using his cock like a piledriver, each thrust
filling me.  I was facing away from Rick, and he was squeezing my
tits and shaking them, which felt sexy.  A few minutes of this
and I was coming like a broken dam, my juice flowing freely down
his stiff cock. Vick licked and sucked us, and when I looked down
she had one of Rick's balls in her mouth, sucking it.  Rick
moaned and I felt him swelling up inside me.  "I'm gonna CUMMMM!"
he shouted.  I rose up and Kim pulled him out of my pussy.  His
sperm shot against my cuntlips and all over my clit and mons.
Some even reached my stomach, and all of it felt soooo warm and
creamy!  I was just beginning to enjoy the feeling when Rick
slipped out from under me, leaving Kim to tounge me off.  Kim was
lapping his sperm from my clit, making me come again.  I was weak
and shaky so Kim was holding my legs wide apart and high in the
air, with my ass almost off the sofa.  I started to sit up and
saw Rick fucking his sister Kim from behind.  Kim was sucking my
cunt hard too.  Both of us started moaning when Rick launched
into his final lusty talking.  "Suck that beautiful bi-slut's
cunt."  He told Kim while he pounded her.  "Suck that juicy sperm
covered twat!" Kim was incredibly hot with the way she sucked me,
and I was getting ready to come again.  Then I found out why she
was so hot.  "Suck that bi-slut's cunt juice." Rick told Kim
again. "Lick that cum off her hot slit.  Suck your bi-slut friend
while I fuck your asshole my sweet sister!" Kim moaned into my
cunt, and Rick's words echoed in my ears, taking me the the very
edge.  He kept it up, and both Kim and I came, moaning and being
the sluts he said we were.  "Spread her legs and suck her cunt. 
Lap that cunt juice Kim.  Lick your girlfriend's slit.  Lick her
slit while I fill your butt with hot, thick, Cum!"  Both of us
were moaning, me from Kim's tounge, and her from her ass fuck.
"I'll fuck her tight ass while she sucks your dripping wet slit."
Rick said and then "I'll cum in her tight asshole while she's
drinking your slut-juice!"  I felt totally wanton and ready for
anything!  I was coming and panting, and every word from Rick
seemed to make me wilder.  I could feel how hard he was pounding
Kim's ass, each thrust pushed her face against my pussy.  Rick
was thrusting hard and fast, and then he moaned and shoved his
thick cock up Kim's butt, shouting
"I'm....CUMMMMMMMmmmmmmmiinnnng!" Kim gasped and she came too,
shoving three fingers deep inside my cunt and making me come with
her.  We were all sitting there, sweating and wet, the only   h)         sounds were our heaving breathing, and our hearts pounding.  Then
we heard it -- HONK HOONNNNNK!  It was fifteen to midnight and
now Kim's parents were coming home!  Rick had parked in the
middle of the drive and his mom was honking for him to move his
car.  Rick pulled out of Kim's ass, and we all dashed into her
bedroom.  Rick threw his clothes on, leaving his shorts and socks
on the floor, and slipping into his shoes, he dashed out to move
his car.  I looked at Kim, and I knew there was no way for her to
look presentable.  She was trying to get into a pair of shorts,
but her face was sopping wet from my cunt juice and Rick's cum.
Her hair still had big globs of his cum in it, and I knew her ass
was full too.  I told Kim that I'd slip out the back door and see
her later, and that she should run the shower in the bathroom
adjoining her room.  We kissed and I licked a bit of Rick's cum
from one of her tits, squeezing it as I headed out the back way. 
I stopped dead in my tracks.  Kim's father had gone around into
the backyard to do something to the pool-filter system, and was
coming across the yard to the back door.  I dashed back into
Kim's bedroom, and told her and then we BOTH went into the
bathroom.  She turned on the shower and locked both doors to the
bathroom (her bedroom door and the hall door).  She stripped and
then jumped into the shower to clean up, and I sat on the toilet
worrying about us getting caught here!  I could hear voices, but
not clearly in the kitchen, and I wondered if my pussy had left
wet spots on the dark sofa.  Worry, worry, and more worry.  The
back door slammed and I almost screamed out loud, covering my
mouth with my hand. I could hear Kim's dad walk down the hall,
and then his voice added to the noise in the kitchen.  They all
seemed to be arguing, but I couldn't tell who was doing what. 
Worry, worry, worry.  Then a knock at the bathroom door and I
almost lept out of my skin.  "Kim!?" Her mother shouted.  "Kim!" 
"What d'ya want mom?! I'm in the shower!" She yelled back.  "Did
you know your brother was here?!" Her mother asked.  Don't blow
it now kid, I thought, worrying about what Rick had said.  "Yes!"
Kim shouted back.  Long silence.  "Well he's leaving, do you want
to say goodbye?" "Not at the moment mom!" Kim said managing to
laugh a little.  "Ok dear.  Your father and I are going to bed
too. Good night." "G'nite mom!" I was sitting with my knees under
my chin, trying to be small and unseen (as it were).  We heard a
door close and then her parents walked by and went upstairs.  Kim
stayed in the shower for a bit, then she turned off the water and
stepped out.  Even wet, ESPECIALLY wet, Kim was lovely I thought. 
She grabbed a towel and made a face that said "W*H*E*W!" and we
both suppressed our giggles.  I stood up and started toweling her
off and she kissed me.  I wasn't at all presentable, as the
crotch of my pants were wet and the steamy bathroom made my thin
blouse cling to my tits.  I bent to dry off her legs, and then I
found my tounge flicking over her clit, and her hands on my head. 
Kim sighed and then she shook a little and moved back.  "This is
CRAZY" I thought as she slid my pants to the floor and I stepped
out of them.  She sat me on the cold countertop, and she sucked
my pussy until I came. When she looked up at me, I giggled a bit,
telling her that she might have to shower again.  Kim looked in
the mirror and saw her wet face. "Sexy" was her quiet reply.  I   h)         felt her tits all over and sucked each one, fingering her pussy
too.  After a few long minutes, I dressed again, and Kim crept
into her bedroom, and locked the door.  She started putting on an
overly long t-shirt and panties, her normal bed wear, and we were
about to sneak me out when we heard loud footsteps come down the
stairs.  Her father was shouting something about "...don't need
this crap!" and he stormed down the hall and we heard go to the
den.  Kim's house is laid out such that the hallway from den goes
right past her bedroom door, and you can see clear to the living
room and kitchen archways.  This meant that we'd be visible going
down the hall from the den.  Add to this that the den was the
only way to the back yard that was easily accessed from her room. 
Kim had already turned out the lights in her room, and now we
heard her mother come downstairs and go to the den to argue with
Kim's dad.  What a comotion!  We moved away from the door.  I
picked up Rick's shorts and socks and tossed them under Kim's
mattress, thankful that they hadn't been found.  "What if they
want to talk to you?" I asked. "The door's locked."  "I lock it
all the time."  Kim said. "I'll tell them I'm getting up early in
the morning."  She made sure the bathroom door was locked from
inside the bedroom, and unlocked it to the hallway.  This was to
prevent her father from getting even madder if he wanted to use
it.  We made plans, at my insistence, of what to do if she was
badgered into opening her bedroom door.  My first thought was the
bathroom, but that was out -- to vulnerable.  Closet?  Same
thing, and besides, she had too much junk in there.  That left
under the bed.  I tried it out for size and found I had plenty of
room.  Finally we waited and her mother went upstairs, saying
"..go ahead then, sleep in the goddamn den! SEE if I care!"  That
dashed our hopes of sneaking me out of the house.  We sat and
whispered quietly, talking about our evening of adventure.  Rick
had turned out to be a pretty good stud, and both of us were
surprized at how much he'd turned us on.  And we'd turned EACH
OTHER on for that matter!  We were sitting on her bed, very close
so as to be quiet, and then we were kissing again.  My hands
found her breasts and caressed them and hers ran down my back. 
We could hear her dad busily working on his computer in the den,
and then we started enjoying the "naughtiness" of our situation. 
Kim layed back and I pulled her panties off and sucked her pussy
while she pulled up her shirt and pulled on her nipples.  Kim
came quietly, and we cuddled and kissed.  Then she removed all of
my clothes, and she ate me until I came.  We cuddled some more,
and heard her dad enter the bathroom.  The faint glow of the
light came under the door.  Kim wiped my juice from her face with
the bath towel, and then I did the same.  Her dad returned to the
den, and again her mother came down and argued with him.  The
argument was short. Only to be followed by a knock at Kim's door. 
I jumped and Kim held me still with her hand on my thigh. 
"Yeah?" Kim said, trying to sound sleepy.  The doorknob rattled,
and her mom paused.  "Kim, I need to talk to you." She said. 
"Can it wait mom? I have to be up really early for school." Kim
said.  I was collecting my clothes, and trying to see enough to
put them on.  This was very fortunate as it turned out.  "No. 
Now open this door." Her mother demanded.  Kim tried "just a   h)         second "as she slipped her underwear on and I fumbled looking for
mine.  Then we heard her father come down the hall and say "I'll
open the goddamn thing!" Naked and clothes in hand, I slid under
her bed, and tried to hide in the least visible area.  Just as
Kim reached the door, her dad poped the lock from outside and the
door opened.  The light snapped on, and I felt like a spotlight
had been turned on me!  Kim's mom asked her to come to the
kitchen, and everyone went down the hall.  I hesitated, stuck
between thinking I could get out and dress, then sneak out the
back, or back under the bed, or waiting this all out until Kim
came back.  I spent too many minutes debating my options, when I
heard Kim saying good-night to her parents and come back down the
hall.  She closed and locked the door, then turned out the
lights.  Her hand found my arm under the bed and I slid out.  I
no sooner got to my feet than Kim kissed me very passionately.  I
wasn't sure what was going on in her head.  I mean, here I am,
standing naked in her bedroom, with her parents just down the
hall, after they've already made her open the door, and she's
giving me a hot, wet kiss, and sliding her fingers in my pussy! 
I pulled away, and started fumbling into my panties.  Kim pulled
them out of my hands and tossed them carelessly aside.  "You
won't need them tonight," she said, caressing my ass.  "What? 
What's going on?" I whispered.  Kim explained that the argument
was over her, and if her mom and dad would still help pay her
college fees AND let her have an apartment.  Her dad had said no,
but finally caved in when he realized that Kim would have to pay
for her apartment, food, utilites, phone, and so on (cheap
s.o.b.!).  They had talked in the kitchen about it, and Kim said
that she "just MIGHT" convince me to let her be my roomie.  Her
parents were upstairs and we heard them close their bedroom door. 
We both hopped into bed and celebrated until very early in the
morning.  Kim got dressed and about five a.m., we snuck out and
drove to my place.  Once there, we showered together and went to
our early classes.  Later that day, we skipped our afternoon
classes and went to "our" place for some more bedtime fun.  Now,
I can't wait for her to move in!  We're going to have so much fun
together, and maybe we can convince Rick to fuck my asshole this
time!  What do you think.

  I'm sitting up in the bed, covered with perspiration, breath
coming in gasps.  A dream?  Maybe a dream inside a dream.  Rising
from the bed, I make my way to the bathroom.  Turning on the cold
tap, I wet a cloth and hold it to my face.
  As I look at my reflection in the mirror, I try to recall the
dream and the man in it.  Oh, yeah.  I remember.  It was that
hunk who just moved in down the street with three other guys. 
Must be university students.  In all honesty I must admit that
his good looks had not gone unnoticed by me.  Still, I'm
surprised that he would pop up in a dream.
  Making my way back to the bed, I sit down and open the
nightstand drawer.  After the dream, I must admit that the sight
of the revolver makes me feel better, but the sight of the
vibrator just makes me feel lonely...and horney.
  Retrieving the ivory colored electronic marvel, I hold it in my   h)	          hands looking at it as if I don't know what its for.  Then I
laugh softly as my mind drifts back to the time I learned that a
vibrator was for more than just a massage.
  I was 14 then.  I had been on the athletic field with the other
cheerleaders going through our routine for the homecoming game. 
We were in the process of building a human pyramid.  Since I was
the smallest, standing only 4' 10", I was on the top tier. 
Consequently, when one of the girls in the anchor slipped, I
found myself pinned  between thrashing limbs and bodies. 
Unfortunately, my body fell in one direction while my right leg
was twisted almost backward as the pyramid collapsed.
  At first I seemed to be O.K., but the next morning I could
hardly move my right leg.  The doctor said I had a severly pulled
muscle in my thigh and that it was probably my excellent muscle
tone that prevented my femur from snapping.  The verdict was that
I should stay off it for the rest of the week.  I was devastated
about not being able to participate at homecoming, but my parents
would hear none of my argument.
  Mom and Dad both worked, so I was left home alone for those
three days before the weekend.  On the third day, Friday, I
became bored, but was too sore to do anything but lay around. 
Tired of my room, I managed to go downstairs to my parents room. 
They kept the best TV and VCR in their room.  They also had one
of those adjustable beds.  They bought before such things were
fashionable.  So, with all the proper amenities, I was soon very
comfortable watching one of thier more private movies.  It was
rated "R" which I was normally not permitted to see.  It just had
the normal everyday violence, profanity and sex.  As a 14
year-old I was rather fascinated by it.
  Furthermore, my sex life at 14 was nil.  I hadn't really dated
very much except when a bunch of us kids would get together or at
some heavily chaperoned school event.  if any guy had ever
touched me I would have knocked his head off.  Of course, my mom
had had the usual conversation with me about "things" when I
began my periods, and the 9th grade Health teacher was telling us
about reproduction and the human body.  The class was taught by
the girls' phys. ed. teacher and she gave us a lot of information
that we probably wouldn't have heard in a co-ed class.
  On the other hand, I had never had a fixation on sex and had
never really been interested in boys in that way.  All I really
grasped was that one day I would get married, have babies, and
live happily everafter.  No one had ever sat down and talked to
me about the sex act in terms of pleasure.  Oh, it had been
intimated, but it was relegated to "something mysterious" that I
had noticed in movies and that some of us girls would giggle
about when there was a "sleepover."  Actually, I didn't think
about sex very much at all which is probably why I didn't know
more than I did.  What happened to me on that day changed all of
that for me forever.
  As I lay on the bed, I began to fiddle around with the bed's
control module.  When I tried to pull it out of its holder, the
cord seemed to be stuck.  Leaning over the side of the bed to see
what was wrong, I noticed an electrical cord trailing from the
wall socket to somewhere under the bed.  Leaning over the edge,   h)
         almost losing my balance, I reached down and pulled on the cord. 
Instead of freeing the control I heard something sliding across
the floor.  What I retrieved really surprised me.
  It was a vibrator- the kind that had interchangeable rubber
cups, etc.  When I flicked the switch on the handle, the
resulting vibration startled me so that I dropped it on the
floor.  Then the thing began bumping and dancing very loudly
across the hardwood floor.  I grabbed it and switched it off.  I
pressed the red rubber cup which looked exactly like a miniature
toilet plunger against the palm of my hand and turned it on
again.  This time, there was only a gentle hum.
  I can still remember wondering what it was for.  As it hummed
its low-pitched tune I brought it down to my ace-bandaged thigh
and pressed it very lightly there.  The immediate feeling was
marvelously pleasant and even though my thigh was still very
sore, the sensation seemed to make it feel somewhat better.  So
there I lay watching the movie on the TV screen, rubbing the
vibrator in light circles over my injury.
  Since I was home all alone, I had not bothered dressing except
for a long t-shirt and a pair of cotton panties.  So when I was
lulled by the very boring movie and the gentle vibrations into a
semi-doze, I dropped the vibrator.  It fell, still humming away,
between my thighs, landing so that it was leaning against my
panty-clad crotch.  I was so startled, that I grabbed it and
turned it off.  There was an awareness that the vibrator, even
though briefly, had felt strange against my private area.
  I don't know why I did what I did next.  I suppose you could
call it "experimenting."  I flipped the on switch and put the
device to my thigh again.  This time, as I rotated it over the
bandage, I let it drift closer to my pubic area.  Pretending that
I was doctoring my injury, I let the vibrator get closer and
closer to where it had been dropped just moments before.  There
was definitely a very pleasant feeling that was generated as the
device came closer to the edge of my panties at the top of my
thigh.
  Each circular motion of the vibrator found it closer and closer
to my crotch.  Emboldened by the fact that I was alone, and
driven by the brand new sensations, I Tentatively lifted the
device from the surface of my thigh and pressed the head flat
against my panty covered pussy.  I wasn't sure what it felt like
at first, but as I alternated applied and released pressure, I
began to feel something bruilding in my loins.
     You have to understand that I had never masturbated before. 
Even at 14, I was very naive in many areas and I had never heard
of self-arousal.  So I thought that I had discovered something so
secret that only I knew about it.  The more I did this, the
harder I pressed the rubber cup to me.  After a while, I could
tell that my panties were wet in the crotch.  I knew that I had
not peed on myself, so I became frightened, thinking I had pehaps
injured myself.  Maybe I had instigated my period early, and I
was bleeding.
  Quickly pulling the vibrator away and turning it off, I sat up
and looked down at myself.  Panic subsided into relief when I saw
no blood.  I pushed my hand inside my panties and felt around.  I   h)         was soaking wet down there.  Even at 14, I had enough dark pubic
hair that it lay in damp ringlets.  I looked at my fingers and
saw no blood.  Exploring with my fingers again, I inserted one in
the top of my slit
  I jerked the hand back as if I had been burned, because when I
touched myself there, it did something that sent a jolt through
me.  It had not been unpleasant.  So I felt again.  This time I
began to rub myself there.  The intensity had faded, but it still
felt very good. Asscociating what I felt with the vibrator, I
turned it on again and pressed it against my crotch once more. 
This time, I had a finger on what I later learned to be my
clitoris.
  My hand had pushed the crotch of my panties aside and the
vibrator now rested directly on my pussy.  As I pulled the
vibrator upward, the finger on my clitoris was displaced. 
Evidently, the finger had exposed the little nub by pushing back
its fold of skin.  This brought the vibrator into direct contact
with that extremely sensitive area.
  The feeling frightened me at first because it was so intense. 
I pulled the vibrator away for a few seconds.  When I replaced
it, my clitoris was once more covered by its hood which had
slipped back in place, so the contact, while not as electric, was
nonetheless overpoweringly wonderful.  Getting used to the
vibrations, I began to experiment by pushing and turning the
vibrater this way and that.  I soon found that the most sensitive
area was at the apex of my slit beneath the fold of skin there.
  Then, totally unexpected, and without warning, I felt my pussy
begin to pulse and throb.  I wanted to take the vibrator away
because I thought something was wrong, but my hand, as if
paralyzed, only pressed it harder against me, intensifying the
feeling.  I felt heat pass through my body.  My breasts began to
tingle.  Lifting one hand to one tit, I could feel the nipple
standing rigidly outward.  I couldn't help the moaning and
groaning that followed as something totally unexpected, yet
wonderful, was happening to me.  It was like nothing I had ever
felt, but wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me.  It was
butterflies in my stomach accompanied by an exhilaration that was
pure delight.  Then it began to fade.  I was exhausted, but I
didn't want it to end.  I pressed the vibrator harder, but the
feeling was gone.  Soon, my pussy was so sensitive that the
vibrator began to cause a little pain, so I pulled it away.
  I felt like I was in another world, a world where secrets are
kept from me.  I thought, "Oh, my gosh.  I could die from this." 
I tried to recount the experience in my mind.  It had been was as
if my whole body had begun to radiate heat from the pit of my
stomach.  I had felt goose bumps on my arms and legs, my face had
seemed on fire.  Also there had been that strange tingling
sensation in my breasts as my heart pounded as if it had wanted
to leap from my chest.  The blood had throbbed in my temples and
I could hear it rush in my ears.  For a frightful moment I had
even thought I could be having some kind of heart attack.  But
remember as I could, the feeling was a fleeting one and could not
be recreated in my mind.
  I was stunned by what had happened.  Not sure of just what it   h)          was, and not knowing if I had done harm to myself, I just lay
there trying to collect my thoughts.  There was no doubt that it
was rather a good feeling, and I'm sure I would have enjoyed it
even more, had I not been so frightened.  I recall that I tried
to associating it with a girl in school in the fifth grade who
had had some type of siezure and they had to carry her from the
room...but no, this had not been the same thing.
  By this time I had calmed down sufficiently to think about
other things...like food.  It was almost noon and I had not had
any breakfast.  Getting up from the bed, careful with how I
turned my leg, I decided I should put the vibrator away.  Since
my injury would not allow me to bend over, supporting myself with
my arms on the bed and the wall, I let my feet slide over the
waxed floor until I was seated beside the bed.  Pushing the
vibrator under it, my hand ran into a box.  Curiosity, getting
the better of me, I pulled the box out and opened it.  It was the
home of the vibrator.  I could tell because the indentation in
the box matched the L-shape of the device.
  But there were other things there also--other attachments. 
There was a rubber cup, much larger than the one I found on the
vibrator; a 4" round flat rubber attachment; a scalp massager
with little rubber fingers all over it; a hard rubber piece that
looked like a wheel in a wheel, joined by spokes; and most
interesting however were two white cylinders of 2" and 5"
respectively.  Each was made of a soft smooth vinyl or rubber.
  In the bottom of the box was an owner's manual.  Flipping
through it, I knew that this was an "adults only" thing.  It
showed how to use the vibrator to "lessen tension," "give
soothing relief," and such.  But the pictures were of very
scantily clad women with georgeous men holding the device on
certain areas (or near) of their bodies.  One picture was of the
2" white rubber attachment being applied at the top of the
woman's thigh.
  Dropping the book, I took the 2 incher and put it on the metal
shaft of the vibrator in place of the red one that looked like a
suction cup.  So there I was sitting on the floor between the bed
and the wall, which was about 4' away, my legs parted and
outstretched toward the wall, my head and back against the bed.
  As I contemplated the altered device, I let on hand move to my
vee and pushed the crotch of my panties to one side.  The cotton
of the panties had seemingly soaked up all my moisture because
when I felt my pussy again, it seemed to be mostly dry.  Then as
I did something that I only do when bathing, I slightly parted
the lips of my pussy and found that there was still plenty of
slick moisture there.  I think my heart actually skipped a beat
when I touched my clit.  (Remember, I was ignorant of my anatomy
and did not know that this was a normal reaction to clitoral
stimulation.)
  With one hand holding the panties to one side, I used the other
to hold the vibrator which I turned on by sliding the switch with
my thumb.  It leaped to life in my hand and my breathing became
labored in  anticipation.  Very carefully, I touched the white
rubber appendage to the ace bandage on my thigh.  After all, I
didn't want to seem too anxious.  After a few perfunctory twirls   h)
         of it there, I brought the vibrator directly over my cunt again. 
This time, however, instead of rubbing it around on the surface,
I wanted to try something else.  It occurred to me that what I
was about to do would be sort of like doing it with a boy, but I
wouldn't get pregnant (That's how they taught it in Middle School
sex ed.).
  Cautiously, I brought it closer with my right hand as my left
hand used my forefinger and middle finger to try to spread my
pussy.  As I brought it closer, I got nervous.  I bit my lip and
closed my eyes so I wouldn't have to look.  As it touched me, it
was too intense and I had to jerk it away.  I was not aware that
moving it so slowly toward me, made me get a lot more vibration
than if it were dead against my flesh.  I had not known this, but
what I did next taught it to me.
  I turned it off and brought it to my cunny again.  This time I
was able to insert just a fraction an inch into my pussy.  I knew
about my hymen and I didn't want it broken.  I turned the
vibrator on, but had to turn it off again right away -- still too
much, I removed my fingers and pulled my thighs tight around the
vibrator and lifted my knees slightly to "trap" it.  When I
turned it on this time I was able to cope.  It was heavenly.  I
just held it there barely inserted as it vibrated wonderfully
against my clitoris.
  Somehow, I thought this would be better if I were on the bed. 
Also I was having second thoughts about whether or not I should
be doing this.  In any case, I, turned it off, got up, laid down
on the bed, drew my left knee up  and spread my legs as far as my
injury would allow.  It was far enough.  Finding my opening with
one hand, I pushed the extension into myself again.  I forgot
about the hymen and let the full two inched in.  I didn't get
much of a charge out of the entry, but this time when I turned it
on, all I can say is that it was wonderful.  I closed my eyes and
pretended it was one of those men in the book.
  My imagination, however, was not of sexual intercourse.  All he
was doing was holding the vibrator for me just like he was doing
for the  woman in the picture.  Without being consciouly aware of
it, my hips had begun a rocking motion pushing and withdrawing. 
I let out a moan and a gasp as the waves of pleasure hit me
again.  My thighs closed tightly in an involuntary reaction as I
kept the vibrator tight against me, wanting to wring every last
drop of goodness from this feeling.  I don't know how long I let
it run, but it was far beyond the extent of my pulsings and
throbbings.
  After about 20 minutes, (I think I dozed again) I became aware
that my juices had dried arount the probe.  It was stuck yo my
skin and was a little painful as I pulled it away.  But in just a
moment, I had a finger in my box to see if I had done any damage. 
I'm not sure, but I don't think I even had a hymen when the day
started.  I've decided over the years I probably lost it doing
such innocuous things as riding a bicycle.
  Anyhow, not finding a barrier, I soon had my middle finger
inside me as far as it would go.  I wasn't sure what to do, but I
began pulling and pushing it out and in over and over until I was
wanting to feel something, but after a good while of this, all I   h)         had succeeded in doing was to irritate my vagina.
  Starting to feel another urge, I got off the bed and walked to
the bathroom attached to my parent's bedroom.  I rarely ever went
in there unless we had company or the other two bathrooms were
occupied.  Pulling my panties down, I sat down and let my bladder
empty itself.  I patted myself dry with some tissue, stood and
pulled up my panties.  Returning the bedroom, I lay back down and
watched the rest of the movie.  There was now an acute awareness
in my mind of every little innuendo of sexuality on the screen. 
Then in the midst of a particularly steamy love scene where the
couple are obviously nude under the sheets and the guys chest is
rubbing all over the woman's visibly naked breasts, I began to
feel aroused again.  Then a particular movement he made led me to
know that he was putting his penis inside her (whether they do
for real or not, I don't know) and I immediately associated that
with what I had done to myself with the vibrator.
  Knowing what I would find, I looked over the edge of the bed
and saw the 5" attachment just laying there in the open box. 
"Why not?" I thought.  Hanging over the edge of the bed, I
retrieved it.  After examining it for a few moments while I
watched the woman on the screen having an experience that I was
sure was the same thing that happened to me, I removed the 2"
piece and replaced it with the longer one.
  I began by pushing the end of it against my slit and finding no
ready opening, began to let it slide up and down the front of my
pussy until the tip penetrated the outer lips.  I closed my eyes
and tried to imagine the guy on the screen putting his thing in
me, but all I could see on my eyelids was the hunk from the book
holding the vibrator for me.  As I continued to let it slide up
and down my slit, I could feel my opening being spread further
apart.  Then with both hands on the device, I pushed the full 5"
into my vagina.
  As soon as I flipped the "on" switch, my vagina spasmed around
the rubber extension imbedded in my cunt.  I had noted such
spasms earlier, but this is the first time anything was inserted
into my vagina that the vaginal walls could grip.  With only a
thirty second or so delay, it happened again.  As this orgasm
(I'll use the word, though I did not know it when I was 14. 
NOTE:  I had heard other girls talk about the BIG O, but of
course that had no meaning to me.  I just giggled when they
giggled, acting as if I knew all about it.  I seriously doubt if
many of them, if any, knew what it was.) almost literally grabbed
me, I began to huff and puff just like the Big Bad Wolf.  My
breathing became voiced and I made strnge sounds ranging from
soft mewlings to heavy sighs of breath growing into moans.  I
though that it was never going to stop.
  And I didn't want it to stop,  but after a while, just as
before the vibrator again became more of an irritant than a
stimulant and I had to turn it off.  I knew that as good as it
was, I should probably stop.
  So I finally got up and began to put the thing back like I
found it, including the box.  I suppose that nothing could
surprise me now, but as I glanced under the bed, I found a couple
of other interesting things in another box.  Reaching for it, I   h)         pulled it out.  In it I found a large rubber replica of a man's
penis.  "A teaching aid, no doubt," is what I really thought.  I
could not think of any use for it except to teach someone about a
man's anatomy.  I thought that until I noticed a slide switch on
the base of it.
  Silly me, I had to flip the switch.  Guess what?  That's right
another vibrator.  As I write this, I'm smiling as I recollect
the smile this amazing discovery brought to my adolescent face. 
Not pressing the issue, I turned it off and went back to the box
of goodies.  There was a tube of something called "Wild
Strawberry Sex Lube."  I couldn't imagine what that was for.  I
opened it, sniffed, and found that it actually smelled like
strawberries.  I think I giggled.
  Next was a book entitled, "A Woman's Sexuality" and one
entitled "Everything You Always Wanted to Know...etc."  Then
there was a slick covered magazine that offered "(something)
(something) Sexual Positions."  As I thumbed through it, I felt
myself getting smarter.  I couldn't believe what those people
were doing.  There were pictures of guys with their penises in
girls pussies, mouths and assholes.  I couldn't imagine wanting
to put one in my mouth (YUK!).  And no one could ever get one of
those things in my tiny little pussy, let alone, up my rear.
  Gathering up what struck my fancy, and the artificial penis of
course, I went to the kitchen and had a peanut butter and banana
sanwich (don't knock it if you haven't tried it) and a Pepsi
while I continued my education.  By the time I finished, I knew
that both men and women were able to have what is called a
"climax" when they have sex.  I also learned the "O" word, but
mis-read it as "organism" at first.  There were whole chapters
devoted to "oral" sex.  At first I thought that meant talking
about it, but the graphic description of how to perform it on a
man and on a woman was given in lurid detail...and I had pictures
in the magazine that showed all the positions.
  Then my eyes fell on the most fascinating picture of all. 
There was a naked man lying on his back on a couch.  A woman,
completely nude, was lying face up on him.  One of her legs was
draped toward the floor as she straddled his middle.  Her other
leg was raised to rest along the back of the couch.  The man's
left arm reached around her so that his left hand appeared to be
pinching her left nipple and his penis was in her "back door," if
you know what I mean.
  I found all this very interesting, but what I found downright
fascinating was something else.  In his right hand, he is holding
the twin of the artifical penis that I had found under the bed,
and he is pushing it, with her assistance, into her pussy.  The
picture showed insertion of only an inch or two, but my
imagination could see it going all the way in.
  Imagine my surprise when I turned the page and found out that
that is exactly what he had done.  All you could see was the base
of it, and it had a little black on/off switch just like the one
in my possession now.
  Oh yeah.  I also found out about lubricants.  They are
recommended even for manual stimulation of a womans sex organ to
avoid "undue irritation."  I wished I had known /about it   h)         earlier.  Also the hardback books told about the use of
vibrators.  I really had taken in a lot of information in only a
couple of hours.
  By this time it was 3:00 and my parents would not be home until
after they had gone out for dinner.  They usually did that on
Friday night, and I usually went with them, but since I was not
supposed to be up and around, and since they really look forward
to Friday night, I told them that I would be O.K. by myself. 
They said they would probably be home by 8:30 at the latest.
  I continued to look at the pictures in the book showing all the
variations in positions.  Some of the made me laugh, others made
me think that the pictures had to be some sort of hoax - - some
of them, anyhow.  Still, I kept coming back to the picture of the
woman laying face up on the man, with the artificial cock in her
pussy.  By now I knew from some of the ads in the book that such
a device is was called a dildo.  What a funny name for something
like that.  Still poring over the books for more information, I
cleaned off the table, washed my plate and silverware, poured
another glass of Pepsi and went back upstairs to my parents room.
  Wanting to know more about all these new discoveries, I lay
down on bed again, but not before I pulled off my panties. 
Before I dropped them on the floor I held them to my nose.  The
odor was quite unlike any that I had ever noticed on them before,
not unpleasant, just different.  I presumed it to be the natural
lubricant mentioned in the book.
  I had the soft rubber dildo in my hands and I was rubbing and
stroking it trying to pretend it belonged to the guy in the
picture.  It was rather large like his and I wondered if all men
were the same.  Examining it, I could see that it had what looked
like veins running the length of it from its base to the
mushroom-cap-like head.  I flipped the switch on its base and it
began to hum, sending waves of motion through my hand.  It had a
different feel from the other one I had used earlier.
  Getting up from my prone position, I reached down and retrieved
the box from the floor.  A piece of paper that had a picture of
the cock on the front and directions about how to replace
batteries.  It even came with a one year limited warranty against
defects in material and workmanship.  Neato!  There were no
directions on how to use it, only a warning about prolonged use
on sensitive tissue and membranal areas of the body.
  I wanted to put it inside me so bad I could hardly stand it,
but there was a warning in the back of my mind that I was being
bad.  Laying back down with the box now beside me, I picked up
the book on women's sexuality and held it with outstrtched arms
overhead to read it.  The book sort of slipped out of my right
hand and as it dropped on that one side a pamphlet of some sort
fell out.  I hadn't really looked at this book as much as the
others and didn't notice that it had anything inside the back
cover.
  "FORUM," it declared on the cover.  A woman in very skimpy
lingerie was on the front with a dreamy expression on her face. 
She was in one of those round chairs and her head was sort of
thrown back exposing her throat.  Her head was covered with a
generous amount of black hair that seemed to spread out around   h)         her head.  I could see her nipples through the sheer white of her
garment that opened in a long vee to below her waist.  There
seemed to be a hint of pubic hair that could be seen at the
juncture of her thighs.  I felt my face flush hot at I stared.
  Then my eyes saw the word on the cover where the highlights of
the issue were listed.  DILDOS.  I looked in the table of
contents and found that the article was on page 43.  I almost
tore the cover getting there.  The article as not an article but
a series of long letters.  There was a picture of a woman holding
a different kind of dildo against her pussy but not insertewd. 
This one was about six inches long and looked like white plastic. 
I think I liked this nine inch one that looked like the real
thing better.  I started to read.
  As I read, I found that I was being turned on as both women and
men talked about their experiences with dildos.  One letter was
about some guys who pushed them up their asses.  I skipped over
that quickly...how disgusting.
  By this time, I was holding the book in one hand while the
other began to finger my private area.  The more I read, the more
excited I became.  I was now pushing my forefinger into my slit. 
I was real wet by now.
  It was as I read a letter from a girl named Kelley, that I let
myself get iunto the story.  She was telling how she was alone in
a ski chalet, while all the others were out skiing.  She had a
broken leg.  Now I had somone I could really identify with.  I
placed a sympathetic hand on my own right thigh as I continued to
read.  She went on about how lonely and horney she was.  Horney? 
What's that? Anyhow, she reached into her overnight bag and
pulled out a gag gift her roommate had given her for Christmas. 
It was a penis shaped vibrator- a dildo- and she had never used
it.  Oh my Go-o-od!
  She told how she held it up and looked at it and rubbed.  Then
she put it in her mouth and sucked on the tip.  Yuk!  After a
while she began to play with her cunny and rub the tip of it
against the outside of it.
  I was really into the article by this time.  I picked up the
dildo in my free hand and brgan to rub it against my dark
covering of pubic mound.  As I continued to read, I tried to do
everything she did.  Then she got some K-Y jelly and rubbed it
all over the dildo.  I quickly looked for the strawberry
lubricant.  Carefully, I opened it and squeezed some of it on my
dildo.  In order to continue to mimic her actions, I had to roll
over on my right side and lay the book down on the bed with me
looking down on it.  I cocked my left leg at the knee and pulled
my foot up behind my other leg.  This left my crotch wide open.
  I could now use both hands to oil the dildo.  I even put the
tip in my mouth and sucked, sort of trying to catch up with
Kelly.  Hmmm.  Not bad.  Just like strawberries.  I sucked on it
again.  As I read on, it was obvious that Kelly was sort of just
as I was.  Her right leg was in a cast and she was lying there
with it stretched out and her other knee drawn up.  I suppose she
was on her back, however, since I don't think she was trying to
read "FORUM."
  Now with both our dildos greased, she put it at the door of her   h)          love nest -- honest, that's what she called it -- and began to
rotate it against her pussy.  As she was introducing the head of
it2 nto her vagina, I began to do a little rotating of my own. 
God, it was huge.  But I just kept turning and turning it until
it began to sink in.  I now understood the word, "screw."  That
was literally what we were doing- screwing it in.  When I thought
I had completly shoved the dildo in, I looked down and was
disappointed to find only about an inch and a half had made its
way inside me.
  If I thought the small diameter doodads from the other vibrater
were large, this thing was humongous.  Then Kelly, in the story,
put the heel of her hand on the end of the vibrator and pressed
it inward.  Copying her, I did the same thing.  The size of the
thing made rough going and there was some discomfort, if not
pain.  It felt as if the walls in my vagina actually tore, then
with almost no pressure, the thing sank in about three more
inches.  I realized that I had just "broken the cherry" that I
thought I didn't have.  It was deeper than I realized, or else it
stretched considerably with any previous onslaught, whether
bicycle, horses, or vibrator.
  When my magazine heroine had it in as far as it would go, I
decided I had reached my limit.  She started to move it back out
of her and then push it back in,  I did the same, the natural
upward pull of my hand, dragging the irregularly veined surface
across my clitoris.  The feeling was one of ecstasy and my breath
caught in my throat.  Then both of us pushed our toys back in and
I slowly exhaled.  There was still some pain but I was determined
to do it.
  The girl in the letter had not mentioned turning her vibrator
to the "on" position, and I had all but forgotten about it.  I
had mine planted about six inches deep and my small right hand
was wrapped firmly around the portion still outside.  My thumb
rested on the base of it.  Without giving it much thought, I
flipped the switch with my thumb.  There was about a half-seconds
delay which was long enough to make me think that it wasn't going
to work; and then it caught.  I forgot all about Kelley and what
she was doing in her letter.
  It felt as if my insides were being flipped inside out.  Taking
the initiative, I began to pump the artificial penis in and out,
still gripping the end in my right palm.  As my excitement began
to build, I pumped faster and faster until I gave up some of the
handhold, and on the next inward thrust, I went deep enough to
bump something inside.  It hurt like hell and I stopped moving. 
I was not aware that I had just banged the mouth of my cervix. 
It was not really as deep as I had been going, but I had
evidently failed to bypass it on that one particular pass.
  I recovered enough to allow myself a few shallow strokes and
then as I went deeper, I probed around until I found what I had
hit.  By raising my left leg a little more and shifting my hips,
I found I was able to go past the obstruction.  So I plied the
tool a little deeper the next time.  Now I was going much slower. 
The vibrations were great, but I was enjoying the pure thrusting
also.  I contemplated turning the vibrator off, but before I
could really consider it, my vagina began its explosive   h)         contractions around the dildo as I experienced my strongest
orgasm yet.
  As I lay there in the warm afterglow, I smiled as I extracted
my toy from the still pulsing cavity.  I looked down and watched
my pussy turn inside out as it clung to the soft rubber surface. 
My left hand traced the outline of my sexually stimulated
nipples, adding to the pleasure of the moment.
  My reverie was interupted by the ringing of the phone. 
Flipping over on my stomash and reaching to the nightstand, I
picked up the phone, "Hello."
  A strained voice on the other end asked, "Shirley?"
  "No.  It's Cindy.  Mom's with Dad."  I paused as I thought I
heard a sob.  "Is that you aunt Kathy?  Is something wrong?" 
Kathy was married to my Mom's brother Malcom.  They lived
somewhere in Cincinnati, Ohio where uncle Mal had a dental
practice.
  "Oh, Cindy.  Mal's g-gone.  He had a heart attack this
afternoon and...and.. the ...the  d-d-doctors ---c --c 
ouuldn't...."  She broke down and began to sob uncontrollably.
  "You mean he ... died?" I asked incredulously.  Why, they had
just been here for Labor Day weekend.  Uncle Mal had even played
softball.  I didn't need to wait for her answer.  "Oh, aunt
Kathy.  I'm so sorry."
  "I know you are Cindy.  Mal thought a lot of you."  She was
obviously trying to regain her composure.  I heard her take a
long breath and say, "Can you get in touch with Shirley somehow
and let her know...Oh, and ask her to call."
  "I can probably catch the right now, I we hang up right away."
  "O.K., baby.  Tell her to call me."
  "I will.  I love you, aunt Kathy."
  "I love you too, honey.  Bye."
  "Bye," but she was already gone.
  I immediately punched in my Dad's office number.  "Good
afternoon. Anderson, Billings and Marshall.  May I assist you."
  "Mrs. Morrison?  This is Cindy.  Is my Dad still there?"
  "Why, Cindy, I haven't seen you in months.  How are you doing? 
Oh, I heard you had been hurt at school.  Are you better now?"
  "Much better, thank you," I lied.  "Is he still there."
  "He certainly is.  Your mother just went in.  Hold a sec and I
put you through."
  "Sid Marshall," my dad's deep baritone answered.
  "Daddy?"
  "Cindy?  Are you O.K.?  Is anything wrong."
  Swallowing, I began, "Dad, Aunt Kathy Called...uh...It's about
Uncle Mal....you see, he had a heart attack this afternoon...and
he died."
  There was stone silence from the other end.  Then I could hear
my father whispering to Mom.  "Oh, no!..." I hear her exclaim.
  "Dad?  Aunt Kathy wants Mom to call her right away."
  "O.K., baby.  We'll be on our way home as soon as she gets off
the phone.  You sure you're O.K.?"
  "I'm O.K., daddy."
  "Bye, sweetheart"
  "Bye."   h)          Ԍ  I was almost overcome by an all-enveloping sense of loss as the
reality of the moment began to sink in.  Pappaw had died when I
was only 8 years old, but I hardly remembered him.  There hadn't
been a death in our family since then.  Now, Uncle Mal was gone. 
I would never see him again...never hear his silly little
jokes...never see the funny way he ate watermelon with a spoon. 
Tears began to roll down my cheeks.
  Very carefully and dutifully, I began to put my parents' room
back in order.  All the books, the newly discovered toys, the VCR
tape were all returned to their proper places.  I straightened
the bed covers and gave the room another once over.
  Then I went downstairs and tried to think of what I could do to
help but my thigh was trobbing painfully, and I knew I shouldn't
be walking around on it.  Stepping very gingerly, I made my way
to my bedroom and lay down on top on the bedspread.  My mind
raced as it wrestled with the events of the day.  I just closed
my eyes.  When I opened them, my mother was sitting on the bed
beside me.  The room was dark except for the light filtering from
the hallway.
  Mom's cool hand was on my cheek.  "How's my baby?"  It wasn't
so dark that I couldn't see that she had been crying.
  "Still sore, I'm afraid.  I thought it would be better by now."
  "Now you know that Dr. Adams said that these soft tissue
injuries take their own good time in healing.  Have you stayed
off it like he told you?" she asked with mock accusation.
  "Honest, Mom.  I only got up to eat lunch...and...I went
upstairs and laid on your bed to watch TV."
  "And what's wrong with the TV in your room?"  her eyebrows were
up.
  Giggling, I responded, "Yours is better.  Besides, my bed isn't
adjustable," I added.
  She laughed with me.  "Want some supper?  We stopped for
Chinese."
  My stomach lurched.  "Not now.  Maybe later."
  "Whatever you say, but you know Daddy.  He thinks he has to eat
anything that doesn't go on the first pass."
  "Let him.  I don't care that much for Chinese anyway," and as
an after thought, "Are there any eggrolls?"
  "Of course."
  "Well, save me just one.  That's all I want."
  Mom patted my knee, "Whatever you say."  She stood and started
to walk out of the room.  "Cindy, your father and I are going to
have to leave tonight to drive to Ohio.  Do you think you'll be
alright here by yourself if we have Bob and Edna keep an eye on
you and the house?"
  I was surprised.  "You mean I can't go with you?  What will
Aunt Kathy think?"
  The overhead light in my room flipped on.  "Aunt Kathy already
knows and she understands.  She knows you loved your Uncle Mal. 
We've thought about it and feel that you would do better to stay
off the leg until you go back to the doctor.  O.K.?
  "O.K."  I tried to soud disappointed, but the truth was that
even though I dearly loved Uncle Mal, I really dreaded going to
his funeral.  There was no doubt in my mind that the experience   h)         would be unbelievably sad.
  Before she left my doorway, she said, "I'll call Bob and Edna
and make sure they'll be available if you need anything.  Then
I'll bring your eggroll.  Pepsi to drink?"
  "Sounds good," my voice following her down the hall.  I reached
over the edge of my bed and picked up my Notebook and my Algebra
I text and began to work on my makeup homework.  Sometime during
this effort, Mom brought me an eggroll and a Pepsi which I
consumed as I labored over my assignment.  I had been an A-B
student all the way through school- never making straight A's,
but always above average.  It was good enough to put me on the
Honors Roll, and it seemed to please my parents.
  I had heard my mother telling one of her friends how that I had
never given my parents any trouble.  I suppose you could say that
I was a "good girl."  I had never been sent to the principal's
office, never received less than an A for deportment, never cut
classes.  It made me feel very special when she told her friend
that.  I never wanted to cause my parents unhappiness ever.
  At about 8:00 that evening, my parents came in to tell me bye. 
Our next-door neighbors, Bob and Edna had offered to let me stay
at their house, but thankfully, my parents declined the offer and
told them that they would appreciate it if they could just be
available in case I needed something or if there were some kind
of emergency.  Dad gave me three twenty dollar bills for "just in
case." Then came the instructions about the electricity and the
plumbing for the umpteenth time....be sure the freezer door
closes, and all the usual.
  "We love you, honey," came from Dad with a hug and kiss.
  "We sure do."  Mom gave me her hug and kiss.
  "I love you too," I smiled.  
  Just as the started out of the room, Mom turned, "Oh, Cindy.  I
forgot to tell you that Robbie will be here in the morning to do
the lawn.  Didn't want him to frighten you."
  "O.K.  Bye." I answered.
  Then they were gone.  I felt a strange sense in being alone
when I realized that this was the first time that I had been away
from them overnight all alone.
  I glanced at the clock.  8:15.  The game!  I forgot about the
school game.  It had already started.  I turned on the radio and
tuned in the local station that carried our games.  We were ahead
in the first quarter 7-0.  Yeahh, TEAM!  When I finally drifted
off to sleep sometime after 9:00.  The last score I remembered
was 27-6.
  The next sound I heard was that of a loud thump as if something
had hit the house.  I jumped out of bed and almost fell on my
face when the pain coursed through my still tender thigh. 
Limping, I made my way to the window.  I didn't see anything but
I could hear something.  It was a lawnmower.
  The sound of the mower made me glance at the clock on my radio. 
It was 8:30 in the morning.  I knew right away that it must be
Robbie, the neighborhood boy who mowed our lawn on a regular
basis.  Looking out the window, I caught a glimpse of him as he
walked briskly behind the roaring machine.  I could see that he
was dressed only in swimming trunks, t-shirt and tennis shoes.    h)         He seemed to enjoy his work in the warm early morning October
sun.  It wasn't odd for folks in this part of the country to have
to cut grass right on up until Thanksgiving.  Indian Summer had a
lot of staying power in Jackson.
  I hobbled down to my regular bathroom and took off my panties
and t-shirt.  I couldn't believe I had slept in the same outfit I
had worn all day the day before.  Then very carefully, I removed
the bandage from my thigh while I let the shower water warm up. 
With a definite goal in mind, I took a liesurely shower and
washed my Dorothy Hammill haircut.  Not in any particular hurrly,
I turned off the shower, closed the drain to let the tub begin to
fill.  Mom always kept some of her own bath salts, bubble bath
and oils in this bathroom because the master bath only had a
shower.  She enjoyed a long soak every now and then, herself.
  I poured a little of the best smelling bubble bath and matching
bath oil in the water under the streaming faucet.  Huge billowing
bubbles began to be formed as the water worked on the ingredients
I had poured in.  The feeling as I slid into the warm bath was
wonderful.  The heat felt good on my injury and I was enjoying my
idea of luxury.  As I bathed, I imagined myself as a georgeous
model doing a soap commercial.  I posed and turned until my
breasts showed above the bubbles.  I squealed as if embarressed
and slid all the way under the water.
  When my game was finished, I meticulously washed every square
inch of my body.  I felt that I must be ultra clean.  I washed my
hair again and used Mom's most expensive creme rinse, not a
"conditioner," but a real creme rinse.  The bath oil made my skin
as soft as a baby's behind.  I must have been in the bathtub for
at least 30 minutes.  My fingers were all wrinkled, but I knew
that would pass.
  I let the water drain, then used the shower head to wash away
the residue of soap and bubbles, cleaning the tub as I went. 
Then I dried myself on the big soft beach towel making sure I
left no wet spots even between my toes.  Standing clean, dry and
naked before the mirror, I used my blow dryer as I brushed out my
hair.  When I was finished, I appraised my reflection in the
mirror.  I remarked, "Not bad."
  Limping to my bedroom, I put on some fresh undies.  Today,
instead of cotton, however, I donned my best lacey nylon bikini
panties.  The bra I picked was the one my mom called
"impractical."  It was also very lacey, low cut and it fastened
in front.  I talked her into it for a formal occassion.  We had
to arrive on a compromise between a "low cut" or a "strapless"
evening gown.  Mom won on the "low cut," so I got the bra.
  In bra and panties, I sat at my vanity and began to work on my
toenails.  First I trimmed them, then using a cuticle spoon, I
worked on each toe until the little "half moon" shone at the base
of each nail bed.  A rich coat of Flamingo Pink polish finished
the job.  While they dried, I did the same to my fingernails. 
Mom wouldn't let my use the fake ones, so I tried to extra
careful not to break a nail.  Most of the time,  had at least one
oddball nail, but this past week on just laying around had let me
get a little growth so I could trim them, but leave a respectable
length.  Flamingo Pink was once more the finishing touch.   h)         Ԍ  The lawnmower was silent, so I assumed that Robbie had finished
that part of the chore.  Just as the thought ran though my head,
I hear the gas-powered weed eater start.  It was now 10:00a.m. 
Sneaking a peek out my window, I could see him using the weed
machine as an edger as he worked along the border of our patio. 
Robbie had removed his t-shirt and was now bare-chested.  There
was a sheen of perspiration on his well-tanned upper body.  His
legs had a lot of hair on the thighs, but his chest seemed void
of any such growth.
  By the time my nails were completely dry, it was 10:30.  I
heard the banging of the garbage cans as Robbie pulled them to
the backyard for the clippings.  I had timed it just about right. 
I'm not sure for what but for some reason I wanted to be friendy
(in a nice girl way) with Robbie.
  I slipped a knee length pink dress over my head.  It was
nothing special.  It had buttons running down the front to the
waist and the skirt portion was pleated all around.  Mom said it
"flounced," whatever that means.  I left the top three buttons
open so that a little lace would show.  If I had had more in the
breast department, I suppose there would have been a little
cleavage too.
  Rarely do I wear make-up even at school, but I quickly used a
pink lip gloss and gave my eyelashes a swipe with some mascara. 
No eye shadow or liner.  I couldn't resist just a touch of blush,
however, as I applied the brush softly to emphsize my cheekbones. 
Giving myself a nod of approval from the mirror, I started toward
the patio door.
  I had been right.  Robbie had finished the front and was now
just about through with the back.  Next week he would have to be
raking leaves, but that day the autumn colors were at their peak. 
When the mower died, I slid the patio door open.  "How about some
lemonade when you're through."
  Robbie seemed startled, "Oh.  Hi, Cindy.  I thought I would get
an early start.  I wanted to get it done before the temperature
got up today."
  "I would have come out to help but...my leg, you know."  I
offered.
  "Oh yeah.  Sue told me about it.  How's it doing?"
  "I'm supposed to stay off it for a while, but I'm getting
pretty bored with it.  Want to come in?"
  "Sure.  Just give me a minute to put things away and get my
shirt.  Lemonade sure sounds good."
  I turned and went to the refrigerator and frantically looked
for some lemons.  There were two very old looking ones that were
a little shriveled.  I grabbed them and the bottle of Realemon. 
Reading the instructions for lemonade on the Realemon bottle, I
moved as fast as I could...cold water...sugar...slice the
lemons...ice...glasses.
  "Now where's that lemonade."
  I caught my breath as I turned, tray with pitcher and glasses
in hand and limped to the table in the center of the dining area. 
Robbie had his t-shirt on now, but was bare-footed -- evidently
so he wouldn't track grass in the house.  He pulled out a chair
and ploped down as I poured.  For the first time, I noticed how   h)         sweaty he was from his outdoor exertion.  I also noticed how cute
he was.  Robbie was my best friend Sue's brother.  They had lived
next door for about three years.  Sue was on the cheering squad
with me, but Robbie was 18 and a senior in high school.
  Sitting across the table from each other, we sipped our
lemonades in silence.  He sort of glanced around the room as I
looked at him.  When I would look away, his eyes would be on me
when I  looked back; then he would look around the room some
more.
  Finally, "Sorry to hear about your uncle.  Mom and Dad told
me."
  "Yeah, it was a real shock."
  "My parents talked to yours last night, so if you need
anything, just let us know.
  "I really appreciate it," I sort of sighed, feeling very selfconscious and a little uncomfortable.  
  "So, how's the leg?" he asked just to make conversation.
  "It's still awfully sore and I have to wear this awful
bandage," I replied as I slid my chair around to my right to show
him the bandage.  It wasn't until I had pulled my dress up to the
top of my right thigh that I remembered that I hadn't put the ace
back on.  I just sat there looking at my bare thigh and so did
Robbie.  My first thought was that I should have at least put on
a pair of hose.  Color rose in my face and I pushed the dress
back down.  When I looked up, Robbie was red too.
  "Anyhow, I'm supposed to wear the stupid thing.  I-I guess I
forgot to put it back on."  Oh how I wanted to die right then and
there.  It was at that thought and at that very moment, I
realized that I was thinking of Robbie as a sexual being.  I knew
that I wanted to either seduce or be seduced.  Oh, it wasn't as
sophisticated as all that, but that was the underlying motive of
me getting dressed and inviting him in even if it was only in my
subconscious up until now.
  "Sue said you fell from a pyramid and that your leg was pinned
back by someone falling over you."
  "I guess that's the way it happened.  At least it seemed that
way," I replied, trying to restore my composure.
  "I had the same thing happen to me in football last season. 
That's why I'm not playing this year.  I have to wear a bandage
in basketball still."
  "Yeah, I wondered why you weren't on the team this year," I
commented.  "Oh, did we win last night?"
  "Nah.  They beat us 28-27 in the last quarter.  We had 'em 27-6
in the third.  They missed an extra point in the second period. 
Then in the fourth, it all fell apart.  Rodney Gooding sprained
an ankle as the quarter opened and we were essentially without a
quarterback.  Then Gus Martin was ejected for fighting.  Next
thing we knew, Central was in the end-zone and had a two-point
conversion.  Bert Beasley fumbled the next kick-off and Central
scored on the next play from scrimmage.  They faked a kick and
passed for the two points.  That made the score 27-21.  We
marched down the field and Beasley got into the end-zone on a
fantastic screen pass and go.  It was called back for an
ineligble man downfield.  With two minutes left, we had fourth   h)         down and three on their 12 yard line so we attempted a
"sure-fire" field goal.  The snap was bobbled and Mike Forntney,
instead of covering the ball, tried to pass to the end-zone. 
Central intercepted and ran it back 100 yards for the touchdown. 
Then their kicker who missed his first attempt in the first
quarter, put it away with an extra point 28-27.
  I didn't understand a waord he said.  I was a cheerleader, but
all I knew about football was that on team has the ball and the
other team tries to take it away before the first team scores. 
But I sat there wide-eyed, taking it all in, pretending to know
what he was talking about nodding in agreement.  When he
finished, we were back to the awkward silence that ruled only
minutes before.
  Trying to change the subject, "So how is your leg getting
along?"  Somehow the question wasn't worded right and I felt sort
of stupid.     
  "Coach gave me some good exercises for it, though.  And I went
in to the gym for some special treatments that seemed to help,"
he added.
  "Really?  What kind of treatments?" I asked, genuinely
interested.
  "Theraputic massage mostly.  They did a few sessions for me and
then taught me how to give them to myself since it was on my
thigh," Robbie explained.
  Caught up by the prospect of an early return to the squad, I
asked, "Do you think you could teach me?"
  "Uh...yeah, I guess so," he said haltingly.
  Honest, up to this time, until his reaction, my thoughts had
been purely therapeutic.  Only now did I feel a stirring of
butterflies in the pit of my stomach.  I know now that he was
aware of the eroticism of the moment. 
  Not knowing what else to do at that point I softly asked,
"Where should we do it?"
  "The couch in the living room?"
  I thought for a moment.  "No, lets go to the couch in the rec
room downstairs."  The excuse in my mind was definitely that the
rec room would be more intimate.  How wicked I had become after
just one short day.
  In the basement he suggested that I sit on the couch as he
pulled up an ottoman.  Sitting on the ottoman, he reached for my
right foot as I lifted it to lay on his left knee.  My bottom was
lower than my leg, so I had to push my dress between my thighs to
keep him from seeing my panties.  Robbie scooted the ottoman
forward so that my right leg draped over his left one, my foot
now hanging toward the floor.  His movement placed his right knee
between my legs pointed directly at my crotch.
  He put both his hands on my right thigh about 3 or 4 inches
above my knee on the outside of my dress and began to squeeze
gently.  I squinted my eyes with the pain.  
  "Hurt?" he asked
  "A little," I responded.
  He kept up the massaging motion running both hands up and down
my thigh.  He would let the one on the outside of my leg move
higher than the inside hand, always stopping well below my   h)         crotch.  I could see him swallow to hide his nervousness.  The
bottom of his shirt was hanging low enough to cover is bathing
trunks, so I could not see his crotch.
  "This would work a little better on your bare skin," his voice
cracked.
  "O.K."  My simple reply was followed by me carefully baring my
thigh up to the hem of my panties.  But no panty showed.  I was
careful of that.
  When his hand returned to my thigh on my bare skin, I was
surprised at the heat I felt.  Not only were his hands very warm,
but the warmth sort of passed through my body as the butterflies
took flight and rose within me.  The gentle hands just kept up
their ministrations to me.  As I glanced up at him, I found him
looking straight into my eyes which I quickly averted to watch
his attention to my thigh again.
  "Do you have a girlfriend?" I blurted.  Oh my God, how
dumb..dumb..dumb!  Of course he has a girlfriend -- Diane, the
drum majorette.  What a fool I must have looked like.
  He didn't seem phased.  "Well, sort of.  Diane Contento and I
have been dating sort of steady like.  Nothing serious I suppose. 
How about you?"
  "What?"
  "Do you have a boyfriend?"
  "Uh," I thought about lying, but thought better of it, "No."
  He smiled as he massaged, "You mean a pretty girl like yourself
doesn't have a boyfriend?"
  Boy, was I ever slain.  If his smile had been flame, I waould
have been butter.  "Do you really think I'm pretty?" I asked,
blushing.
  What happened then startled me so bad that I almost lost it. 
His face was getting closer and closer to mine and he was
standing to turn to sit on the couch.  I tried to lean away from
him, but my back was against the arm of the sofa.  Before I knew
it, his mouth was on mine and he was kissing me.  The major
problem was that as he stood and turned, I turned with him so
that I had my injured right leg behind him, between his body and
the back of the couch, and my left foot was still on the floor. 
  So there I was, lip to lip with Robbie, and I didn't even know
how to kiss.  Oh, I knew how to use a dildo and a vibrator with
various attachments and such things as that, but I didn't know
how to kiss.  I just sat there with my lips pressed against his. 
Then, gentleman that he was, he shifted so that I could turn to
sit properly on the couch with my legs together.  Both of us were
breathing a little hard.
  "I'm sorry, Cindy.  I shouldn't have done that."
  "Why not?" I asked, disappointed that it had ended so quickly. 
I was worried that I hadn't done it right.
  "For God's sake, you're just a kid."
  That cut me to the quick.  I put a hand on each hip and let him
know in no uncertain terms, "I'm almost 15, so don't call me a
kid."
  "I didn't mean to offend you.  It's just that I'm...I'm...
well, I'm sorry I called you a kid."  Then he was just staring at
me again.  Not my eyes, but just at me, in general.   h)         Ԍ  I let my eyes followed his gaze.  Looking down at my body, I
noticed that a fourth button had popped loose and the tops of my
breasts were now plainly visible.  My fingers came up and quickly
buttoned the guilty fastener.  "Are you sorry you kissed me...I
mean really...sorry."  I searched his eyes.
  "If you mean did I like kissing you, then no, I'm not sorry.  I
said I was sorry because of the difference in our ages."
  I could feel my eyes cloud as I looked up from lowered eyelids
and restated through almost clenched teeth, "I'm not a kid."
  Robbie's expression softened as he whispered, "No, I guess
you're not a kid."  He sighed and pulled me to him again.  This
time he had both arms around me and when he kissed I just went
limp.  I noticed that his kisses were not exactly what one could
callk "dry," so I surmised that his mouth was open.  I opened
mine.  When I did, his tongue went straight between my teeth.  I
was appalled, so I pushed his tongue away with mine.  The
surprise was compounded when he literally sucked my tongue from
my mouth into his.  About that time I decided that it wasn't so
bad after all.
  Up until then, I wasn't sure where all this was going.  It sure
was enjoyable, but I still could feel something on the inside
ringing an alarm.  I kept seeing pictures in my mind of the
people in the magazine doing things with their bodies that
intrigued me.  I had a flash of the couple in the VCR movie.  I
thought about the vibrator, the dildo and then I could see a
picture of Robbie and me naked under the sheet with him making
that move to put it in.
  What brought me back to reality was his hand pushing my bra cup
off my right breast.  Not resisting what happened in any way, I
closed my eyes and savored it, feeling my whole world go
topsy-turvy.  I felt I was on a high speed turntable and had to
open my eyes to make sure we weren't actually moving.  "This is
wrong," a voice in my head spoke.  I brought my left hand up and
took hold of Robbie's wrist.  Pulling downward to remove his
hand, I discovered that his fingers were hooked over to top of
the lacy cup so that all I accomplished was the baring of one
breast.
  Just as I was about to speak to tell him to stop, his hand
abandoned my breast, and  was just as quickly replaced by his
open mouth.  The hot wet feeling as he opened wide enough to take
the whole of it into his mouth was overwhelming.  I was melting
all over again.  My whole frame went suddenly limp in his arms. 
Each of us knew that I was his to do with as he pleased.  At 14,
I just couldn't call up enough resolve to fight it.  It just felt
so good.
  Half expecting him to push me into a prone position, I was
surprised when Robbie shifted so that both of his feet were flat
on the floor, his left side against my right.  He slipped his
right hand under my right thigh and shifted it so it draped
across his left leg.  My left foot was flat on the floor so that
in this position my knees were almost a foot apart.  I felt his
right hand slip under my dress and move up along my injured
thigh, giving it a gentle massage.  It hurt when he squeezed, but
yet, it didn't hurt.  Each time he reached the top of my thigh,   h)         he paused and squeezed, his thumb on the outside of my thigh, his
fingers at the edge of the crotch of my panties.
  Robbie leaned into me and pressed me back against the cushioned
arm of the couch, his lips once more seeking mine.  Then both of
his hands were opening the rest of the buttons to my waist.  I
heard him "Hmmmm," as he discovered the front clasp of my bra. 
Gently opening it, he proceeded to push it away until it was sort
of stuffed under my arms.   Once again he was lip to lip with me,
his tongue swapping visits with mine, each of his hands on one of
my breasts.  My nipples were still "little-girl" tiny, but he
brought them to erection, pulling and twirling them between his
thumbs and forefingers.  I had sucked in my breath and held it
there so many times that I was starting to get dizzy, but I
thought it was love.
  With his left hand on my right breast, his mouth left mine and
bent to the task of my left breast.  I brought both my hands up. 
One to press his head to my breast and the other to assist his
left hand.  I was sure I knew what was coming next.  He was going
to "go all the way" with me, but I didn't know when or how Robbie
would accomplish it.  I still had the very erotic picture of us
naked in bed under the sheets running through my brain.
  I was wrong, but what happeneds was so natural that it caught
me totally off guard.  My right leg was bent at the knee draped
over his left leg.  My thigh rested directly atop his.  The hair
on his leg tickled the underside of my smooth thighs.  Although I
hand a generous amount of pubic hair for a 14 year-old, my legs
were covered only by a very light downy softness that did not yet
call for shaving, or any other depilatory for that matter.
  So Robbie merely let his now free right hand lay lightly along
the inside of my right knee and he just slipped it along the
smoothness of my inner thigh until he laid his palm flat on my
crotch.  I was so startled by this turn of events that I sort of
jumped.  Then he began a gentle stroking of that area by rubbing
his figers from the bottom of my pussy to the top.
  Since I was wearing bikini briefs, he was not hindered by the
waistline of my dress.  After about 15 or 20 strokes from bottom
to top and top to bottom, he had worked up far enough that on a
return trip to the bottom, his whole hand slid smoothly inside
the waistband and his fingers were stroking my hairy mound.  This
time he stayed at the bottom, not rising again.
  I wanted to raise my bottom off the couch and remove the
panties, but I feared that he would judge me to be some kind of
"slut".  I mean, I was ready to be screwed right then and there. 
Robbie did not seem disturbed by my panties, he just continued to
stroke the hair over my slit very lightly while his mouth claimed
mine again.
  While we kissed, I felt a finger separate my pussy lips.  The
attempt at entry was very gentle and the feeling was unbelievably
erotic.  I went totally limp again and my arms felt so weak that
my hands fell to my lap.  Actually, we were so close that my
right hand fell in Robbie's lap.  That's when I discovered that
his own sex organ was not dormant.  I started to pull away but he
stopped kissing long enough to whisper, "It's O.K.," while his
left hand pressed my hand palm down over the bulge in his swim   h)         trunks.
  I just let my hand lay there at first, but Robbie quickly
returned to his kissing and feeling.  A finger very pleasantly
insinuated itself between the folds of my pussy and began
stroking the moisture that had begun to accumulate.  At the same
time that I felt the finger sink slowly into my body until it was
buried to the knuckle, Robbie sucked my tongue into his mouth and
twisted my left nipple.  I let my hand squeeze his sex.  As the
finger eased inward until it was palm deep, I began to stroke the
material of his swimsuit.  I felt it throb under my touch.
  The finger inside me began to withdraw and I hunched my hips
forward to stop its escape, but to no avail.  I thought he was
stopping so that we could get on with the "real thing." 
Actually, he knew exactly what he was doing.  I could feel
something larger going in and then I felt his thumb and forfinger
feeling in the top of my slit for the little nub I had discovered
earlier.  Evidently he had two fingers in my vagina as he began
to do the same thing to my clitoris that he had done with my
nipples.
  My hips began an involuntary rocking motion which, to my
delight could regulate the both the pressure on my clit and the
depth of his fingers in my vagina.  My hand also increase the
pressure of its rubbing on the ouside of his garment.  Both of us
were breathing rather rapidly and loudly by now.
  Just when I began to wish for my vibrator so that I could have
another "organism" I uttered something like, "Uuhhnngg," as my
private world exploded around me once more in a kaliedescope of
color and delight.  I moaned out my newest release into his mouth
and I could feel my pussy thobbing itself around his digits.  I
seemed to last much longer this time and in comparison to the
other times.  It seemed better just because Robbie was the one
doing it.
  I put both my arms around his neck and hugged him to me.  It
was as if I wanted to take his whole body into myself and become
one with him.  I've never had that same feeling about anyone
since that time.  I just closed my eyes and luxuriated in the
feelings that were bathing me.
  As the aura subsided, I opened my eyes and found Robbie looking
at me as if I were someone he had just seen in a different light. 
"Gosh, Cindy, you're something else."
  Not knowing what to say, innocently (if that's possible) I
asked, "Are we going to do it now?"
  Robbie looked puzzled.  "Do what?"
  I looked for the words.  "You know,"  quickly discarding screw
and fuck, then settling on, "go all the way."
  "My god, Cindy.  Are you crazy?  Do you want to get pregnant?" 
He seemed aghast.
  I thought he hated me.  I began to cry and tried to say, "Of
course not," but I couldn't get it out.
  "Cindy, you haven't scr...uh...gone all the way with some other
guy, have you?" Robbie asked.
  "N-no!"  I answered still crying, "and I never let anyone d-do
those o-other th-things that y-you j-just d-d-did."  I didn't
think it proper to tell him about my electronic friends.   h)         Ԍ  His arms went around me and he let me cry against him until it
finally subsided.  "Cindy, I want to make love to you, but it
wouldn't be right.  I'm afraid that what we've done here tonight
could have a bad effect on you because of your age."  He paused
as he looked down into my upturned face.  "But I'm not going to
say I'm sorry, 8because I'm not."
  I know I smiled when he said that.  and then he kissed me
again...very softly, very slowly and much too sweetly.  When he
looked at me again he asked, "You had an orgasm, didn't you?"
  His question shocked me, "Orgasm? (hmmm...organism) Oh yes. 
Yes, I had an ... uh ... orgasm."  Not knowing what to say, I
went further, "Did you have one?"
  "Well, no.  At least not this time."  Robbie's face turned beet
red.
  "Didn't I do it  right?"  I didn't know what "right" would be
anyway.
  "Well, not exactly, but don't worry about it," he responded.
  "No," I blurted, "I want to do it right.  Show me."  I know I
sounded a little imperious, and to prove it, I reached for the
waist band of his trunks.
  His hands stopped mine, but I looked up at him and saw his
resolve (if he really had any) weaken.  "O.K., Cindy, if you're
sure."
  "I'm sure.  After all, you did it for me.  It's only fair,
isn't it?"  I know I rolled my eyes at him when I said that. 
Since that time and over the years, I've been left wondering if I
fell more into his plan than he did into mine.
  That's all it took.  Robbie stood up and stripped of his
bathing suit and I just stared, mesmerized by his sex organ.  I
was surprised that it was just hanging there.  It appeared to be
about 4 inches long and had a bushy nest of pubic hair that
encircled the base of it and ran down to cover his sack.  It
looked smaller than when I touched it through his clothes.  I was
not an expert on the male arousal process and didn't know it was
about to grow.  I could have sworn that it raised its head
slightly even as I looked at it.
  A churning feeling ran through my stomach as I remembered
pictures in the magazine showing women sucking on these things. 
I wasn't sure what I had gotten myself into, but I was determined
that Robbie would have an orgasm.  Besides, I'd never seen an
orgasm before.
  Robbie sat down beside me and stretched his legs out on the
ottoman.  Then he leaned forward and pulled his t-shirt over his
head so that he sat there totally naked beside me.
  Nervously I asked, "O.K., what do I do first?"
  Robbie licked his lips.  He was nervous too.  "Just take it in
your hand like so."  He wrapped his right palm around the length
of it, then removed his hand.  I reached over with my right hand
and wrapped my fist around it just like he showed me.  "Now, with
you hand around it, just move your fist up and down on it."
  It had grown visibly since I first laid eyes in it.  The head
of it took on a similar appearance to the one on the artificial
penis, only Robbie's was almost purple.  I knew he had been
circumcised because I had seen little babies that had been.  His   h)         penis jerked in my hand and I looked up at him questioningly.  He
just looked back at me and said, "Like that.  Just keep going."
  I had thought that the spasm I had felt was his orgasm, but I
had been wrong.  So I continued to stroke up and down his shaft. 
I noticed that the head of his penis was getting a darker reddish
purple, the more I pumped on it. Robbie drew in a deep breath and
exhaled slowly, groaning slightly.  This caused me to slow down
again, but he nodded for me to keep going.  My arm was getting
tired, so I swapped hands.  His hips began to pump just like mine
had on his fingers.  Soon my other arm was tired.
  "When do I put it in my mouth," I asked bravely.
  An anguished look came over Robbie's face and he stuttered for
a few seconds and sort of muttered, "Oh, just anytime now."
  "Is now a good time?" I asked impatiently, yet fearful of the
experience.  I knew I would throw up.  But I guess I had sort of
promised him.
  He coughed and cleared his throat, "Uh..yeah.  Now."
  Bending over his lap, I closed my eyes and guided the end of
his cock into my mouth.  Since I had never tasted anything like
whatever it tasted like, I did not know how to describe it.  It
was a little salty, but other than that I didn't know that the
rest of it was a residual taste of urine.  Well, I'd never tasted
urine before.
  "Lick it." he said, or rather groaned.
  So I did.  I'd never licked one before, so I swathed this one
good.  I got it it coated with lots of my saliva and soon there
was not much
taste at all.  I did notice, however that the thing was much
larger now.  It was only about 6 to 6 1/2 inches long, but is was
as big in diameter as my penis shaped dildo.
  "Now suck it while you use your hand," he moaned again.
  So I sucked it, and as I sucked, I let my hand continue pumping
up and down.  The reason I kept pumping was that he didn't tell
me to stop.  His body seemed to flutter in the midst of all I was
doing and suddenly the penis jerked in a spasm and simultaneously
I had a mouthful of liquid.  My hand also felt his penis flex
accompanied by a suitable moan from Robbie.  Before I could
react, the was another distinct throb and my mouth was even
fuller so that in order not to choke, I had to swallow.  I jerked
my head away, the stuff running out of my mouth onto my chest 
and down to my dress when his member jerked again and a glob of
the liquid hit me in face.
     "No don't quit," Robbie said as his hand wrapped around mine
and continued to pump it up and down the length of this rod that
had suddenly taken on a life of its own as it kept on jerking and
spitting its offering at me.
  By the time it had stopped, my right hand was covered with a
cloudy looking liquid that was also all over my face, my chest
and the front of my dress, not to mention inside my mouth. 
Robbie was in no condition to help just now.  He just sort of
leaned back and collapsed.  I was furious.  "What is this stuff. 
Get it off!"
  Robbie looked surprised, "That's my cum," he said as if he were
surprised that I hadn't known that all along.  Then he saw my   h)          confusion and consternation and reached behind me for a box of
Kleenex on the end table.  I started to calm down as he very
meticulously began to wipe all of it away.  First he cleaned my
hands, then my face.  I don't know what happened to the stuff in
my mouth.  I suppose that some ran out and that I swallowed the
rest.  Then he wiped what he could off my dress.  By the time he
was cleaning the dab that went on my chest, I was giggling and so
was Robbie.
  "So that's how boys orgasm?"  I laughed.
  "That's it."
  "Well it's not fair," I said still laughing.  "What can we
girls do you guys to get back at you?"
  Robbie quit laughing, "Drive us crazy."
  We looked at each other for a few moments, aware that we had
shared in something, although forbidden us, also very special. 
His arms went around me and he held me close very tightly for a
long time.
  I looked at the clock.  It was nearly 2:30.  I couldn't believe
that it had been three hours since I had invited Robbie in.  I
took a kleenex and began to clean his now deflated tool.  It was
much smaller than it was when I first saw it.
  "I better be going," he said at last.
  A little apprehensive, I asked, "Will you be back."
  "You know I'll be back."
  "Why," I asked, suppressing a smile.
  "You're my girl.  That's why."
  "What about Diane?"
  His forhead wrinkled, "Diane who?"
  My laughter fairly tinkled like little bells as I threw myself
in his arms and we kissed once more.  "Can't you stay just a
little longer?  I'm all alone here all day with nobody to even
talk to."  I tried to sound just a little pitiful.
  "O.K., but only if you feed me some lunch.  I'm starved."
  "It's a deal," I said as I stood.  I'll have to put on some
other clothes.  Are you going to wear your trunks and t-shirt."
  "I better," he laughed, "I can't go around like this."  He
began to dress as I went upstairs to find another dress.  When I
came back down, Robbie was looking in the refrigerator.  When he
turned, he let out a low whistle.
  I'm not sure why I did it, but instead of putting on something
sensible, I stood there before him wearing only a long t-shirt
that barely covered my bikini panties.  It couldn't escape his
notice that I was no longer wearing a bra either.
  Mimicing the movies,  "I thought I would slip into something a
little more comfortable," I said in my most sultry voice and then
giggled.
  Robbie got a very serious look in his eyes as he walked toward
me.  At first I thought he was angry, but when he kissed me I
knew he had been pushed to his limit.  I didn't know anything
about "teases" and will power.  I was just wanting to be grown
up, now that I had discovered sex.  What I didn't know was that
neither of us were really "grown up."  We just thought we were.
  So right there in the middle of the kitchen, his hands were all
over me again and before I knew it, he was carrying me into my   h)!         bedroom.
  "Cindy, I don't have any protection to keep you from getting
pregnant, but I'm going to show you something that my uncle told
me about.  He said if he knew at my age what he knows now, he
could have driven any girl in school crazy."  Then looking my in
the eyes, he added sensually, "I'm going to try it out on you."
  I didn't know what Robbie was talking about except "going all
the way," but it sounded exciting.  He stood me beside my bed and
took my t-shirt by its bottom hem and pulled it up so that my
arms raised with it until it was gone.  Almost reflexively, I
crossed my arms in front of my breasts, then dropped them to
permit his eyes to savor their pert shape.
  I felt a shiver of delight run through me when Robbie said,
"You're beautiful."  He hooked his thumbs in the waist of my
panties and pulled them down my legs to my knees.  I raised each
foot, first the left, then the right, to leave the garment in a
heap at my feet.
  Robbie discarded his t-shirt, but kept his trunks on.  He
pulled me close and bent down to kiss me, then guiding me
backwards laid me across the bed.  Somehow, I felt that we shold
be under a sheet, but it really didn't seem all that important. 
When Robbie stretched out on the bed beside me, I began to feel a
little scared about what was happening.
  In a little girl voice, I asked, "Robbie, what are you going to
do to me?  It won't hurt will it?"
  He smiled.  "I'm going to eat you."
  My eyes widened.  "Come on.  What are you really going to do."
  "I already told you," he answered as he came closer, "and I
promise it won't hurt, not even a little bit."  His mouth covered
mine.
  My arms went around his neck as his hands began to explore my
body.  Robbie's right hand was stroking up and down the outer
part of my left thigh.  I raised the knee to give him access to
my pussy, but he did not seem to notice my offer.  Instead he let
his kiss trail off my mouth until his face was buried at the base
of my throat.  This was a new sensation as he let his tongue lick
and probe in the tender junction of my neck and shoulder.
  He shifted his body so that his left hand could work on my
right breast.  His tongue began to lick wetly from my neck around
to my ear his tongue dug deeply there.  I felt goose bumps raise
up on my my arms and breasts.  These sensations were definitely
new and my body began to squirm in response.  I closed my eyes
and was horrified at the picture that came to my mind of Robbie
doing this to Diane Contento.
  My body stiffened, but for just a moment as the tongue bath
continued.  I wasn't sure what he wanted when he put a hand under
me and tried to roll me over, but I relaxed and allowed my body
to be turned so that I was laying face down.  Robbie's breath was
warm on the back of my neck as he began to kiss be there, the
kisses turning to playful nips with his teeth.  He lifted me so
his left hand could slide between my body and the bed to cup my
left breast.
  As his kisses and licks left my neck to continue downward to my
shoulders, his right hand began to stroke my rounded butt.  Even   h)"         I knew that I had what guys call a "nice ass."  I remember when
my breasts were an early disappoinment, that my Mom patted my
bottom and said, "Honey, I know women who would kill for a tush
like yours."  I was pleased, but even more so when I finally
filled out in the chest department.  Of course, I still had a
little way to go.  I would have been extremely happy to know then
that I would even increase in stature by more than two inches, as
well as, go from an A cup to a C cup.
  The hand on my ass moved downward to stroke the back of my left
thigh, then it slipped to the inside of my left knee and pulled
my legs apart.  When I had been turned over, I had allowed them
to close.  Shifting my body a little, I moved my legs even
further apart so there was a little more than a foot of distance
between my knees.  The hand came back up to my ass and squeezed
each cheek separately while the mouth continued to roam over my
back.
  I wouldn't have wanted Robbie to know, but this had turned into
more of a massage than any kind of so-called love-making.  That's
what I was thinking right up until the hand on my ass, made a
detour to my pubic area.  I must have been soaking wet down there
because, I felt a finger make a single backstroke along my slit
and it was buried inside me.  Before I could even let out a
suitable moan, It was withdrawn and replaced by two fingers.
  The two fingers left and I could tell that his thumb was now my
slit's sole occupant.  Robbie let it stroke in and out as his
kisses began to dance lightly across my tight rounded ass.  He
was not touching my clitoris, but it was still powerfully
stimulating.
  The thumb eased its way out and the two fingers went in as
relief.  My body reacted next to the thumb tip placed directly at
the opening ofmy anus.  I felt the thumb press inward, but I
tightened my hole and whispered, "No, Robbie, not there."  The
thumb was gone instantly.
  My body was set in motion again as the left hand under my left
breast lifted and caused me to turn on my back again.  Robbie
tried again to swallow one of my tits whole and as he did so, I
felt the thumb at my pussy again.  Going in from the front with
his thumb brought the second knuckle across my clitoris with each
thrust.  I felt myself climbing toward a release once more.  But
it wasn't to be.  As the thumb withdrew, I actually moaned in
disappointment and uttered, "Please, Robbie."
  Robbie paid no attention to me, but rather began a trail of
licks and kisses down from my breasts to my belly.  He paused
briefly to lick and suck at my "insy" navel.  I wasn't too
pleased with it because stimulation of any kind to my navel had
always caused me to feel a little nauseous...sort of seasick, but
somehow this was different and I survived.
  Next he licked a line down my belly from my nave to the top of
my pubic bush.  I was a little alarmed when he pulled at my hair
with his lips.  A great relief came over me as he bypassed that
area and began to kiss and lick my thighs.  I felt just a twinge
of pain in my right thigh as he turned my thighs so that they
splayed outward and lay flat on the bed.  The kisses here were
like tiny flames and I shuddered with pleasure at each of them.   h)#         Ԍ  My wish was, however, that Robbie get back to fingering or
thumbing my pussy.  That was the best part.
  I felt my lower torso being shifted as, Robbie lay face down
between my legs.  He worked his arms under my thighs and had me
lay them across his shoulders.  What was he doing?  Then I felt
his thumbs as they were evidently working to get back in.  I sort
of shifted my bottom a little to lend some assistance to the
effort.  The thumbs very plainly peeled me open.  The next thing
I knew, Robbies nose was buried in my sex hole.
  I tried to pull away, but my lkegs over his shoulders would
find no leverage for the maneuver.  I cried, "No, Robbie.  That's
nasty...Ahhh..Ooohhh...hunnnhh..Ohhhhh," and his tongue was
pushing deep into my pussy.  Somehow, when he sucked my clitoris
between his lips, I knew that this was the most natural thing
ever.  It was just like what I had done to him.
  Both my hands found his head and pushed his face tighter to my
sex.  His tongue never stopped whipping and dancing up and down,
in and out.  Then he would pause to suck at my clitoris again.  I
wasn't sure how he did what he did next, but I felt fingers
entler my vagina and begin to wiggle and thrust.  Then, I'm sure
he trapped by clitoris between his lips and began to rapidly
stroke his tongue back and forth across it.  I bit back of my
hand to keep from screaming.
  I realized that he had perhaps two fingers of his right hand
and the thumb of his left hand inside me.  It was extremely close
quarters there and was stretching me as much as my big dildo had. 
Then the thumb was gone.  This time when it tapped at my anus, I
was too occupied with the sensations that were running through me
and Robbie became a liar.
  Even though the thumb was covered by my lubricant, it hurt like
hell when he slid it past my sphincter.  But I didn't care,
because at that moment, the most intense orgasm I had felt to
this point slammed into me like a freight train.  My hips came
off the bed hunching wildly at his face.  My hands, one on the
back of his head, the other at my mouth were fluttering almost
uselessly.  My eyes rolled back and my toes cured downward.  I
remeber saying things through my heaving breaths like, "Yes, Oh,
Robbie.  Oh yes."  and every now and then I hooted out a
,"hooooomm...mmm ...ohhhh..." and such as that.
  As the throes of release began to fade, Robbie continued to
lick as I just stroked his head.  The hand over my mouth was now
in repose across my eyes to shut out the light which seemed to
have become somehow too intense to look at.  The thumb was the
first to go.  My backdoor hole sort of assisted in expelling it. 
Next he lifted his head to look up over my body to my flushed
face.  I could hear his fingers being removed from my squishy wet
vagina.
  "Like it?" Robbie asked.
  "Love it." I affirmed.
  Robbie crawled across my naked body until he could lie down
beside me.  I lifted my head so he could slide his arm under it. 
He was on his back, so I turned onto my right side and began to
rub his chest.  He was just staring at the ceiling.  I was amazed
when his nipples stood up as I let my fingernails trace over   h)$         them.  "I didn't know that boys did that to." I exclaimed,
laughing.
  "I don't think you know much about boys at all," he answered.
  "But I'm learning, aren't I?"
  Robbie just looked at me and smiled.  After a few seconds of
thought, he commented, "You're not a kid."
  "Robbie, what about you?  Do I need to do you again."
  He laughed, "Not hardly.  But I am going to need a change of
clothes."
  "Why?  What happened?"  I asked, concerned.
  "It seems that in all the excitement, my horse was in such a
tight barn, that he went off all by himself."
  I had to think about it for a little while, but when I caught
on, I put both hands over my mouth to suppress my giggles, "You
mean...?"
  "Yep."
  When I had recovered from that round, I began to think a little
more seriously.  I was afraid to ask him, but I needed to know. 
"Robbie, please promise not to get mad, but I want to know
something.  If you don't want to tell my, it'll be o.k."
  "Sure, what is it?"
  I didn't know quite how to phrase it, but I went on anyway,
"How do you know all this stuff...I mean, you know, about girls,
and all... about sex and how to do it?"  Before he could answer,
I went on, "You talked about being safe...what I did to you in
the rec room...and," I blushed, "what you just did to me.  How do
you know about all that."
  I could tell the question disturbed him, and I sort of wished
that I hadn't asked.  It was as if I has spoiled everything.
  "If I lied to you, you would know it's a lie," he started. 
"I've done some of these things with Diane.  We've been dating
since we were sophomores.  By the time we were juniors, we were
into pretty heavy petting.  One thing just led to another until
we had experimented with just about everything there was to do. 
I mean, it was mostly just feeling and touching along with lots
of kissing."  He stopped and looked at the ceiling again. 
"Everything that I did to you down in the rec room, I've done
with Diane.  What I did to you here was the very first time I've
done that.  I got it from my uncle and a book he gave me."
  I was pleased that he'd never "eaten" Diane, but was a bit
jealous of all the other.  "Did she do what I did to you in the
rec room?"
  "No."
  There was more but I wasn't sure.  I decided to be direct,
"Robbie, did you and Diane ever ... ever... go.. all the way?"
  It was as if I could hear the ring of the hammer on the nail
when he turned his head to look at me.
  "Once," he replied, "just once, this past summer...just once."
  "What happened?" I asked.
  "What do you mean 'what happened'?" he asked looking puzzled.
  He misunderstood my question.  Robbie thought I wanted a blow
by blow description of what they did.  "I mean, why did you break
up."
  The pause again, "We didn't use anything and her period was   h)%          late.  She thought she was pregnant and wrote me a note in
school.  I stuffed the note in my pocket, planning to read it
later, but forgot all about it.  My Mom found the note."  He
inhaled deeply, then went on, "She called Mrs. Contento and
everyone went a little crazy.  It's almost funny.  Diane got her
period that same afternoon after scholl.  We haven't dated
since."
  "Do you want to?"
  "No."
  I was satisfied, but needed one more reassurance, "Are you mad
at me for asking."
  "I'm glad you asked.  You're the only one who knows besides
Diane, our mothers and me.  We didn't even let our fathers know."
  Kissing him on the side of the face, I sort of cuddled up
against him, "Robbie, will you go all the w... make love to me?"
  "Now?" he asked in a surprised tone.
  I whispered, "Not now, but sometime...will you?"
  "I don't think there's any question about it.  I'll make love
to you...sometime."  His kiss was warm and very sweet.
  I'm not sure I ever really knew Robbie, now that I think back
on that time of my life.  Sometimes you want to believe in
someone so badly that you accept too much at face value.  Robbie
never made love to me, as in "go all the way."  For the rest of
the weekend, however, until my parents returned, it was his
picture I imagined as we labored against each other under the
sheet, my faithful dildo in hand.
  I was able to use the vibrator and dildo for several weeks
thereafter when no one else was around.  Then one day, they were
gone.  I searched high and low, but never saw them again.  But I
know that they were around somewhere because I could hear her and
dad at play.  The sound a vibrator makes when it touches a  bed
frame is unique.  Many was the night that I could hear them
giggle in the confines of their bedroom when the toys would
inadvertently "burp."  And they still seem to be going strong
today.  After all they're only 42 and 43.  I'm glad it's like
that for them.
  As to Robbie, he and I never found ouselves in a situation that
could so easily lend itself to our youthful desires.  After he
graduated, he and Diane went all the way at least one more time. 
This time she didn't get her period and they were married in an
small civil ceremony with just a few close friends and their two
month-old son.
  It's amazing what a dream can do to jog your memory.

The Coming Storm
 
It was hot that day, like dog's breath in your ear. The sun sat
squarely above us as we walked hand in hand down the dirt road
that bordered Hank's field. Off to the west came the distant
rumblings of an approaching storm. "How much further is it?" I
panted. We'd been walking for nearly an hour and I was ready to
drop. "We're almost there shooga," she replied. This girl was
something else, country born and country bred.  Her yellow halter
top and cutoff shorts did everything but hide the luscious body   h)&         under them.  I had to have her, I was hopelessly in love.   She
stopped beneath the overhanging limbs of an old live oak and sat
on one of the drooping branches.  I sat next to her and felt her
slide ever so slightly in my direction. Sherry was her name and
she was truly fine. Beautiful through and through with a gorgeous
personality to match that incredible figure. I watched her pull
up her hair and fan her neck. A little drop of sweat tiptoed down
her neck and stood just above that first hint of cleavage.
Another joined it and then another until together they ran into
that moist valley beneath her top. She saw me staring and
giggled, goosebumps rising from her flawless skin. "It's just
around the corner shooga, why the fuss?" "I'm so hot," I spat,
"let's get the hell outta here and go swimmin', O.K.?"
  She stood up and stretched, then pulled the denim shorts away
from her thighs. Without a word she walked on without me.  Where
she got this energy I'll never know but all it did was make me
love her more. The storm rumbled again closer now.  Maybe it
would cool things off. I followed her down that dusty road toward
a distant grove of trees.
  I'd been seeing her now for about a month. We had a lot of
things in common and our sex life was coming along nicely
although we hadn't yet gone all the way. She was a paradox. So
eager to get things going, so passionate and warm at first and
then suddenly cold like the cold wind before a storm. My hands
knew her every curve and my lips knew her secret places. I could
only hope that I wouldn't have to wait much longer. As it came
nearer, so it faded away.
  She reached the trees long before I did and by the time I
stumbled into the shadows she was undressed. Her skin was fiery
red with the heat, her long hair stuck to her skin in the wettest
places. I tossed of my shirt and collapsed to the ground,
exhausted. You see, I'm from the mountain states and have never
learned to deal with the heat. She knelt down beside me and
asked,"Are you O.K.?"
  Was I O.K.? I guess you could say it was possible. I mean I'm
alone out in the country with this centerfold come to life. She's
sitting beside me buck naked ready and willing to go. But how
far? If this is another replay of my last flame I don't know if I
can stand it. Kim was just a bitch but it took time to find it
out. I did everything I could think of to please her but the
harder I tried the more apathetic she became until we just missed
the mark somehow.  I guess I shouldn't say she was a bitch. That
comes from a part of me I'm trying to improve but missing with
her hurt me so bad that I'm still full of anger. Sorry, Kim.
  "Are you O.K.?" she asked again. I closed my eyes and leaned
back on my elbows. "Yeah, better now." A sudden breeze ran
through the branches above us. She touched my shoulder lightly
and traced a path out across my chest giggling with childish
excitement. "Is that all you're going to take off?" she asked. 
Before I could reply, her fingers drifted downward to the buttons
on my jeans. With a quick tug the first came free. I began to
harden as the remaining buttons fell open. She took me in her
hand and sighed. "You're really hard! Can I do something for
you?" she asked in that little country girl voice that she uses   h)'         for me at times like this. Somehow the fatigue and exhaustion I
was feeling just moments ago evaporated into thin air. A sudden
flash of light and we both jumped. The dark underside of the
storm cloud sent another cooling breeze. Her nipples suddenly
hardened and her breath came in short little pants. "We don't
have much time, Bill. The forecast is for a coming storm."
  I couldn't get going fast enough. She was everywhere at once.
The lightning flashed again and again and the air was suddenly
full of flying leaves. Her soft lips parted with an impatient
moan as she pulled me down next to her and began a slow trail of
wet kisses from my neck downwards.  Her tongue explored my navel
and I wrapped my hands in her hair. Pushing gently downward I
guided her to my groin.  She kissed the head and then looked up
to me. "I love you and I want to know that this will be my first
time," she whispered. As she did her magic my gaze drifted
upwards to the treetops swaying in the wind. The charcoal grey
clouds boiled their way eastward and cooling breezes pushed the
suffocating heat away. Feeling the wave of pleasure begin, I let
go of her hair and dug my fingers into the soft mossy floor
beneath us.  I was losing control and didn't want the end to come
so soon.  But the roll of the stormcloud could not be stopped and
the only thing I could do was to let myself be swept away,
forever, hopelessly lost in the soul of the one I loved.
  "I'm sorry," I said as she snuggled up to me, "I wanted to wait
for you." Her eyes were soft with desire and she took my hand
between her legs and rolled her hips passionately. Her warm lips
pressed into the hair of my chest while that rich hair spread
gently over my shoulders. "You can go again, I know it," she
urged. We'd always started this way but something in her tone
told me that we were now on the brink of discovery. I wanted to
know her, to please her as she did me. I wanted to love her
completely. My lips began their usual business but before I had
gone down too far she stopped me. "I can't wait," she gasped,"Do
it now!" I shook my head, she didn't really know what she was
capable of and I set out to show her. Her pert breasts melted to
my touch, my fingers strummed a love song between those thighs
that soon pressed wildly upward bearing the gift that she had to
offer.  The first raindrops began to pelt us like tiny ice cubes.
"Hurry," she wailed, "It's coming fast." She rolled her head from
side to side slowly at first then faster as my lips discovered
her womanly treasure. The patter of raindrops became more regular
and the cool water washed away any hesitancy that she had left.
The sky flashed, the trees bent before the coming storm and the
hot stillness that had existed moments before gradually
transformed itself into a frenetic orgy of naked power. She let
the power take her away time and time again until she could
barely breath. "I love you, I really love you."  I raised up and
looked into her eyes. "Now?" I asked.