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Marie (m/f, f/f, cons/nc, ins), Part 2
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
MARIE
CHAPTER TWO
The basement was divided into three sections. The main part of
it was sort of a rec room, with an old sofa and some old armchairs
and an old TV and stereo, et cetera. Off to one side was the
laundry room, which contained pretty much what you might expect in
a laundry. In the corner of the laundry room was the cinderblock
shower stall. I grabbed the soap, turned on the overhead light --
it was set up so you couldn't reach the switch from inside the
stall -- checked the floor of the shower for nasty little
multileggers and stepped in for my shower. I adjusted the spray so
it was like needles pounding down on me, hot and sharp. I stepped
right into the middle of it and closed my eyes and just savored the
feel of the water sluicing over my flesh. I damn near came again
just from the sheer, sensual pleasure of it.
After a while I stepped out from under the spray long enough
to pour some K mart baby shampoo directly onto my head. I worked it
into a thick lather in my thick, dark hair, then stepped back into
the spray and let the water pound the soap out. Then I stepped out
of the spay again and grabbed the big, industrial size bar of Ivory
from the soap dish. I worked it into a thick lather all over my
skin and savored the slick firmness of my own body. I tried to grab
my nipples, but the soap made my fingers slip off them -- and I did
it over and over again, simply because it felt so good. Naturally,
one thing led to another.
In moments, I was leaning back against the wall with the spray
adjusted to hit my pussy. I had my legs open and used my fingers to
spread my pussy lips. The spray hit my clitoris and I shuddered and
shook. I was so close to cumming, it was almost unbearable. I
finally slipped one finger inside my pussy. It was just the
slightest bit uncomfortable -- but the good feeling more than made
up for that. I was right on the verge of cumming when the curtain
was pulled back.
Jerry.
"Can I finish that for you?"
I practically dragged him into the shower. He got on his knees
and kissed my tits and sucked my nipples. The hot water was
pounding both of us. He probed my pussy with one finger and it felt
awfully good.
But not good enough.
I pulled his head away from my breasts and stood straight. I
reached for a towel as I stepped out of the stall. My other hand
was tugging his to follow me.
He didn't need a lot of encouragement.
We barely made it into the recreation room. I dropped to my
knees and sucked the head of his hard dick into my mouth. I kept my
hands on his lean thirteen-year-old hips to restrain his natural
impulse to jam the whole thing into my throat and after a minute or
so of that, I kind of pulled him down next to me and urged him to
lay back on the towel.
I straddled his hips and trapped his cock between his belly
and my cunt lips. I stroked along it a few times, more for my
pleasure than his. The underside of his dick, turned upward,
dragged over my swollen little clittie. He pulled me down so my
face was against his neck and my tits were scrunched against his
lower chest, I reached around behind my little butt and held his
steel-stiff cock steady while I slithered backward.
Both of our bodies were wet from the shower and it was hot and
sweaty in that little recreation room, so we slid against each
other. I felt his dick's head pressing into the furrow of my cunt
lips. As soon as it was settled in place, he hunched his hips up
and began pushing it into me.
His cock wasn't very thick, but I was only ten-and-a-half and
wet as I was, it was still a tight fit. It went in slowly, very
slowly, bit by bit. My little cunt was so tight that if he hadn't
had all that teenaged rigidity and enthusiasm, it never would have
gone in at all.
But he did and it did.
I loved it.
Feeling his dick slide into me was like having an itch
scratched before you knew it was itchy. His prick was spreading and
opening me, filling a void that somehow hadn't existed until it
entered. The cavity of my cunt was so narrow that I hadn't really
imagined it could be in need of this until it happened. I
certainly had never imagined it could feel so damn good.
Jerry had little in the way of style. He just put his hands
over the hard little mounds of my ass and pressed down while his
hips rammed that stiff, throbbing young cock up, relentlessly up.
I was so little that my pussy lips were stretched tight and my
clitoris was fully exposed -- it might have been anyhow, since it's
always been a bit prominent -- and the feeling of his dick invading
me and my clit being rubbed by my stretched cunt lips and...
Well, it all rolled up together inside of me and I started
cumming. And I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. My pussy went into
spasms and all I could do was press down as hard as I could on him
and feel his cock sliding slowly into me, spreading and filling me.
I planted my mouth against his collar bone to stifle my own screams
and just gave myself over to it.
By the time he'd gotten his dick all the way into me -- and it
must have taken a good five or six minutes -- I had already had
about a zillion orgasms. When he finally hit bottom and that scrawny
thatch of pubic hair was pressing against my clit, I was totally
lost in my cumming.
But when he started moving inside me, it was all over. I came
so hard and so long that I was afraid I was passing out. I might
have gone unconscious, in fact, but I wasn't aware of time or space
or place. All knew was the shattering, shredding pleasure ripping
through my little body. My pussy was tight to begin with, as you'd
expect of a near-virgin cunt, and even tighter, considering how
small and young I was. Add the clenching spasms of my orgasms and--
Well, it only took a couple of minutes of that and Jerry was
cumming, too. His dick swelled inside me and then he was throbbing
and jerking in there and groaning about how hot and tight I was and
how good it felt and we were cumming together.
Again, it seemed like he would never stop cumming, but when he
did and his dick shriveled and even my tight twat couldn't hold him
inside, enormous quantities of juice poured of me and drenched his
thighs and the towel beneath us.
For a long time, we just lay there with me sprawled and
crushing across his hard young body. My hips kept jerking and
rolling as little aftershock orgasms rocked through me. We were
both still moaning and panting when we heard the car in the
driveway.
I lifted my head and we stared into each other's eyes for a
moment. Then the realization and panic hit us. We were like a pair
of wild mice, scurrying and running. Jerry somehow stuffed himself,
all sweaty and drooling, into a pair of shorts from the clean
laundry and I ran back into the shower and started it running. By
the time Lisa and her Mom were in the house, I later learned, Jerry
was looking through the fridge and I was standing under the hot
shower, again trying to make my knees work as the water stung my
flesh. Their Mom told him to go take a shower before he did
anything else.
That was great. In the twenty-five years since then, I've
only met a few women who'd done it that young -- ten-and-a-half --
and none of the others enjoyed it. For most, it was an unpleasant
thing that was done TO them. I was really lucky to have had so much
fun -- lucky and rare. Part of it was that I had as much control
over what was happening as the guy, and that made a difference. But
I'd learned that it could be lovely and pleasurable -- oh so
pleasurable! -- and that was a revelation.
Anyhow, with the exams over for me and the carnival going on,
I was pretty much on my own and at loose ends for a couple of days.
Lisa's exams were still going on and there were all these other
things the public schools did, so I took advantage of it and Jerry
and I fucked away three afternoons of the next week. Then Lisa was
free and home too much -- I mean, she was my best friend, but I
wasn't about to confide to her that I was fucking her brother. She
was still a ten-year-old herself and would've said something to
him, even if she didn't' do it out of jealous spite for me.
Then we were well into June and Lisa's Mom's routine kept her
home most of the time. Jerry and I had less and less opportunity
for fooling around and he got very interested in this girl his own
age. She had big hooters -- the kind he'd admitted fantasizing
about -- and I was forgotten. What he learned with me wasn't
forgotten, though. She benefited from his practice on me when it
came to cunnilingus. Or so I learned, later.
In the meantime, another carnival was approaching -- the
town's, this time, rather than the church's -- and my civic-minded
Mom and Dad started spending most of their free time at that. It
was much the same story as with the church carnival.
[Sure, I'm a little bitter. I understand now -- I may have
understood then -- the importance of it. For Dad, it was contacts
for part-time work as an electrician. For Mom, it was social
contacts, widening the circle of acquaintances beyond the inbred
little crowd at the church and on the block. I understood some of
that; it didn't ease my resentment.]
So I went to the carnival -- it was only four streets away --
and there was this really cute guy working one of the hot dog
stands. He was fourteen and even though he was cute, he wasn't
really popular because he had a reputation as a -- well, nowadays,
we'd call him a "nerd." His name was Marty. It so happened that
Marty and I had a common interest: amateur radio. To me, it was
something mysterious and far away. To Marty it was very real and --
[What fascinated me about it? The idea of being able to press
some buttons and throw switches and be able to talk with people in
far off and mysterious places. Okay?]
Anyhow, he said he had a rig and I wanted to see it so he
invited me to come by his place after he finished his turn in the
booth and he'd show me the works. And I agreed. And he hardly ever
stared at my tits or anything like that, so I figured it was okay;
it being Saturday and all, his folks would be home.
Well, his folks weren't home, just his brother, Phil. Phil was
nineteen and home from college. Their parents were over in Port
Clinton visiting someone. But Phil didn't seem interested in
anything except this ballgame on TV -- the Indians and the Tigers;
I remember it clearly -- and drinking beer. He just grunted when we
came in, didn't even look at us.
We went up to Marty's room, which was very tidy. I took that
as another good sign. His rig was set up on shelves against one
wall. He powered up and while we were waiting for the tubes to warm
up, he asked me about school and stuff like that.
When the rig was ready, he invited me to sit in the chair and
run the set. As he got up, I accidentally -- I think -- brushed his
arm with my breasts. His eyes widened and he stared at my chest as
if he'd just noticed it. I was all sweaty -- that room was hot up
there under the eaves in summer -- and where I'd brushed him, the
tee-shirt was soaked right to my bra. Which wasn't concealing much,
because my tits were still growing and the bra was still much too
small.
[The bra? No, not for support -- not at that age! --but too
keep them from bouncing all over the place.]
My nipples were getting hard -- visibly, right through the bra
and tee-shirt.
I looked up at him -- he was about five-foot-seven and I was
still only four-foot-four -- and he said, simply, "Wow."
Then he blushed and grinned like a nut and gestured for me to
sit. And I realized I was enjoying the way he blushed and the way
he seemed a bit intimidated. I noticed the hard bulge in the front
of his shorts and I liked the fact that I had done that to him.
I sat down at the rig and followed his instructions, all the
time my nipples hard as rocks and the sweat pouring off me. I asked
if he had a fan or something and he said no, and he was sorry it
got so hot up there and peeled off his shirt. It was soaked, too.
He didn't have as nice a built on him as Jerry, but he was okay.
"Well, that's not fair," I said. "If you can do that -- " And
I peeled off my shirt. It was a helluva lot cooler, not having that
hot cotton plastered to me and it was a helluva lot hotter, sitting
there with my breasts all shiny and swelling up around the sides
and top of that pathetic bra.
He was staring at them.
"You don't mind, do you?" I asked.
"They're beautiful," he said. "I never saw such big, beautiful
breasts on such a little girl..."
It was sheer flattery, I thought, but: "Thank you."
"Can I -- "
"Touch?"
"If."
"If what?"
"If you promise to be gentle and if I can touch, too."
He frowned, obviously puzzled. So since I was obviously more
experienced than he was at that stage, I put my hand over the
steel-hard bulge in his shorts.
He jumped as if I'd burned him, blushed even more furiously
and then stepped forward. I squeezed the lump and he gasped.
"Take it out."
He fumbled at the zipper and finally drew it down. The white
Jockey's underneath were strained by his 14-year-old's rigidity. I
unfastened the waist-snap of his shorts and then pulled the shorts
and the briefs to his knees. His dick sprang up and throbbed right
in my face. It was about six inches long and thoroughly average in
every way. His balls were tight and firm in their wrinkled little
sack and looked so cute -- !
I put my hand around his cock and squeezed again. The
throbbing doubled. He groaned softly.
He said, "Now, your turn ..."
I reached around and under with my other hand -- I was always
very limber, almost double-jointed -- and pried open the snap of my
bra. It felt so good to have the pressure off! I shrugged and
pulled it off, releasing his hard young cock just long enough to
remove the straps.
He reached down with one finger and rested just the tip
against my left nipple. He pressed carefully. My breasts were so
firm that it hardly gave at all. He put his whole hand on my tit
and squeezed carefully and the sensation sent a rush right through
my body to my pussy. I had learned how pleasurable it could be to
fuck, and I was turned on by the prospect of doing it again.
With him standing next to the chair, his dick was almost level
with my nose. I pulled him close and bent his prick down slightly.
I turned in the chair to face him and rubbed the silky flesh of the
red, throbbing glans against my right nipple.
"You're gonna make me shoot my stuff," he gasped.
"Wouldn't you like that?"
"It'll get all over everything!"
"Can't have that." I kept rubbing and squeezing and when he
started to spasm, I raised his dick, brought my mouth down and
sucked the head into my mouth. His juice was very thick and a
little vinegary. And there was a lot of it. I knew how to suck and
swallow -- I'd had some practice with Jerry, remember -- and how
use my tongue a little. I kept my lips locked around his shaft and
kept jacking him with my hand. I think he came for about a half a
minute. I had to swallow twice. His hips kept flailing away even
after he stopped shooting and his dick hardly lost any of its
stiffness.
I realized then that I had my free hand between my legs and I
was squeezing and rubbing my pussy. I was getting very, very turned
on. The fact that he wasn't pressing me or forcing me, that I felt
in control of the situation -- that had a lot to do with it; I felt
comfortable and unthreatened.
I let go of his prick and pushed his shorts to his ankles. He
stepped out of them and I stood and stripped. My white cotton
panties were absolutely soaked.
"Can I just -- look at you for a minute?"
"Look all you want, honey." I caught sight of my reflection in
the mirror on the closet door. Let me tell you, I was damn foxy
looking! My complexion is almost swarthy and ample time sunbathing
had darkened it to a kind of smoldering shade. My hair was long and
straight in those days, down to my shoulders, and my face was round
and had a lot of baby fat then. I had good legs -- not great -- but
they were nicely shaped and in proportion to my hips. My tits were
very firm, of course, and looked big and my nipples were hard as
pebbles. My belly was flat and my waist and hips were exactly right
for a healthy almost-eleven-year-old. I had no hair on my pussy
yet, so I was all sleek and shiny with perspiration and all lithe,
with hints of the curves to come. I got turned on even more just
looking at myself.
I raised my arms over my head and slowly turned in front of
him. When I was facing him again, he just stood there with his
mouth hanging open. But he was standing there naked and with a
rock-hard erection, too.
"I want you to do something for me," I told him, sidling
closer.
"Anything," he breathed.
"I'll let you do it to -- with me, but first I want you to
kiss me ... down there."
He frowned. "You mean -- down there?"
This sounded familiar, but I knew how to deal with it, now. I
stepped closer and let my tits press against his stomach. His cock
was jabbing my stomach.
"Yes."
"Is it clean?"
I nodded and began turning back and forth, slowly, so my
sweat-slicked breasts were rubbing against him.
"I don't know how -- "
"Do what I tell you and you'll learn. You may even enjoy it.
Besides, I'll suck you again."
He seemed dubious, but I grabbed his dick and pulled him with
me toward the narrow bed. I sat on the bed, still holding his
prick, and pulled him close to me. I leaned forward to kiss his
cock. Then I let go of his dick and laid back, my legs a little
apart.
"Start by kissing my tits," I told him and boy, was he eager!
He was trembling when he crawled on the bed and bent his head down
to my tits. He kissed them all over. His breath was hot, even on my
warm flesh. He kissed them, pressing his lips against the firm
curves. He kissed my nipples as gentle as a fly landing and then
got a little adventurous and sucked one lightly into his mouth. I
couldn't stop my gasp of pleasure or the little shiver that went
through my hips. I took one of his hands and put it on the breast
he wasn't kissing at the moment. I led his thumb and forefinger to
my nipple.
"Now very gently, pinch it -- ah!" The sensation was
maddening. He was a quick study and very attentive and quickly got
the knack of drawing the pads of his thumb and forefinger up from
the base, barely grazing the hard little spike until they reached
the tip -- and then tugging lightly on it. It didn't take too much
of that before my hips were rolling and my legs were opened.
I pushed his head down over me and he kissed and licked and
nibbled his way down past my ribcage, down over my flat ten-and-a-
half-year-old's belly and abdomen, down to where the fever was. I
swear, I could feel my pussy pulsing with eagerness.
I held his head in both hands and directed his mouth right
there, to the top of my little mound. When his lips pressed my
clit, I came. Damn! I just lay there and shuddered with the
pleasure of it. By now my legs wee wide open and my hips wee
rolling around and rubbing my cunt all over his face. He didn't
seem to mind the taste too much!
I tasted blood and realized I had bit my lip, trying to stifle
any noise. I let go of his head and he looked up and said, "Are you
alright? Did I hurt you?"
"Honey, I am totally right and you did it right! Lick me a
little, will you?"
I didn't have to ask twice. He plunged in eagerly, lapping
away at my bald little cunt like a puppy with water. He even tried
pushing his tongue inside a couple of times, but I was too tight.
At one point, he pulled my legs up and over his back, so my thighs
were on his shoulders and my vagina was aimed right up into his
mouth.
He was holding my little butt. His hands almost covered my
cheeks. He pulled my cunt up to his mouth and gobbled. And let me
tell you, it didn't take him long to find the most important place.
He got the tip of his tongue on my clitoris -- it felt like it was
swollen as a big as a marble -- and played with it and I was lost.
I reached back and pulled a corner of the bedspread up to
stuff in my mouth and then all hell broke loose. I came and came
and came. It was like some kind of seizure. Even though he later
denied it, I could tell that the pressure of my thighs on his ears
had hurt, because his ears were all red.
I finally had to drag his head away from my little pussy; I
simply couldn't take any more. It was almost hurting from that
direct manipulation.
I pulled him up on that skinny bed next to me and rolled him
onto his back and sprawled on top of him. He was gasping and I was
panting and we were both absolutely covered with perspiration,
which made us all slippery against each other.
"Have you ever been inside a girl before?" I asked him. He
shook his head. I rolled on top of him and straddled his waist,
kneeling. I reached back and found his cock, hard and hot,
throbbing just behind me. I leaned back a bit so I could feel it
press into the upper separation of my ass cheeks. He groaned a
little bit.
I leaned forward onto him and gave him a big wet kiss right on
the lips and we tongued each other a bit. His hands had come up to
stroke and caress my back and slide down to squeeze my ass.
"You just lay there a minute and I'll get this under wy," I
told him. I knelt up and moved back, then crouched over him. His
dick was standing up so stiffly it was at maybe a forty-five degree
angle to his stomach. I grabbed his prick in one hand and lowered
myself till it was against my cunt.
My pussy was all red and swollen and I was incredibly wet.
Still, it was a good thing he was so hard, or it never would have
gone into me. As it was, the fit was so snug that when maybe a
third of him was inside me, I stopped and tried to relax.
"I don't think I can hold it," he groaned.
Well, I wanted him to hold it, because it felt so good going
in -- but I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel, so I
said, "Honey, you just relax and let it shoot."
He sighed and I pushed down and back, thrusting more and more
of his dick into me and he started cumming. His hands pulled my ass
down and I had almost all of him in me before he stopped shooting.
I could feel his spasms, but I was already so wet I didn't feel his
jism in me.
But he stayed mostly hard and when I finally got the last of
his dick in me, I started sliding around. I let myself fall forward
onto him, so my titties were pressed into his upper stomach and I
just let my hips go, rolling and rocking and sliding up and down.
In no time at all he was hard as a rock inside me again and I
was starting to cum again. Unlike the orgasms when he was eating
me, this one built and built and built, like a wave coming in, and
when it started, I could feel my little cunt close even more around
him. He was jerking his hips up, thrusting into me crazily. I sat
up and back and let all sixty-four pounds of me press my cunt down
hard onto his stiff dick. I glanced down, past the barely jiggling
mounds of my hard tits and the swollen-to-bursting points of my
nipples and I could see his dick stretching into my little pussy,
my cunt lips pulled wide to accommodate his shaft.
I just kept cumming and cumming and then he whispered that he
was going to cum again. I grabbed my nipples and squeezed and
ground my cunny down till my clit was mashed into the little pubic
mat around the base of his cock. I felt his dick flex as he creamed
inside me and each throb sent me deeper into my orgasm.
I toppled forward onto him as he finished and lay there with
his dick, finally shriveling, still clamped in my puss. I thought I
would pass out; he had.
I pulled myself off him. My cunt held onto his limp prick and
stretched it out till it popped free and flopped back onto his
belly. A thick mixture of juices, his and mine, seeped out of my
tight slit. His dingus looked cute now, all curled up and shriveled
like a little boy's.
I put my panties back on, mostly to keep all that stuff from
draining down my legs, then my shorts and my bra. My breasts were
still swollen and very tender. My tee-shirt was too drenched -- so,
for that matter, was the bed -- so I rummaged through Marty's
dresser and took one of his. It was way too big, which was just
fine by me.
I let myself out of his room and walked slowly downstairs.
Phil was still in front of the TV, now with a sandwich and potato
chips in front of him, along with the beer. The game was still on.
"Who's winning?"
"Indians." For the first time he looked at me. "Who're you?"
I told him. He shook his head and looked back at the game.
"Funny. I thought you were eleven or twelve."
"I'll be eleven in a couple of months."
He looked back at me, staring quite openly at my figure.
"Damn. You have one hell of a figure for a kid your age."
"You don't have to sound sad about it."
"I wish you were old enough for -- never mind." He laughed.
"For what?"
This time he gave me an appraising look. "Where's Marty?"
"Upstairs. I asked him to show me his ham station. You still
didn't tell me what you wish I was old enough for."
"Nothing a kid like you should be hearing." He turned his gaze
firmly back on the TV. "I'll be seeing you around, Marie."
"Be seein' ya'," I said and let myself out of the house.
So I had made this discovery, see? I could find and be close
to and even have sex with nice men and I could turn men on and
still have them treat me right and it could be fun and sweet and
pleasurable and not hateful or hurtful or scary. All the way home,
five blocks on the East Side of Toledo on a hot summer day, boys
would stare at me and some men, too, and most of them would look
away when they saw my face and realized how young I was, and it
didn't scare me. That was important: It didn't scare me.
And since it could be fun and didn't scare me and felt awful
nice, I determined to do a lot more of it.
When I set my mind to something, I do it. This was no
exception. I had just been warming up, so to speak.
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