Message-ID: <5190eli$9710271006@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: duhsquarej@aol.com (DuhSquareJ) Subject: "My SO-Called Sex Life" parody - all 8 parts Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971027023301.VAA03725@ladder02.news.aol.com> The following MSCL parody was posted anonymously to alt.fan.teen.starlets in 8 parts. Below are all 8 consolidated into 1. If you are a prude, READ THE DISCLAIMERS FIRST. You have been warned. **************************************************** My So-Called Sex Life REDUX A Very Naughty but Affectionate Parody by Tino and The Cat PART 1 DISCLAIMER 1: IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 DO NOT DOWNLOAD OR READ THIS STORY. The following story contains adult subject matter, strong language and explicit descriptions of sexual acts including oral sex, sodomy, and lesbian acts, and sex between adults and minors. Do not read or download this story if explicit sexual content or strong language offends you, or if you are under the legal age to read such material in your locality. The following story is entirely a work of fiction and the characters contained within are completely the figment of the author's imagination, although based on characters from an obscure television program. Please do not read this if you are under the age of 18 or if it is illegal in your community. (Can't you just see a horny twelve year old zipping up his pants and hitting the back button at this point. I should live so long.) Copyrighted 1997 by the author. Permission is granted to re-post this in any non profit archive, home page, news group, or bbs. In fact you are ENCOURAGED to repost this BUT: Please do not change it if you repost. DISCLAIMER 2: I **SAID**, IF THE ABOVE-DESCRIBED TYPE OF MATERIAL OFFENDS YOU, WHY ARE YOU EVEN READING THIS!! GO BACK TO SUNDAY SCHOOL, YOU BIBLE-THUMPING IGNORANT HYPOCRITE! DISCLAIMER 3: This story is an adult parody of the defunct TV series "My So-Called Life." You will enjoy it more if you have seen the show or if you get a chance to see it when occasionally run on MTV. Note that this story bears no relationship to the "My So-Called Sex Life" series previously posted on the Net by another author. It is just an attempt to do something in the same vein, namely to answer the question: "What if the characters from this great but short-lived show about teenagers became involved in absurdly exaggerated sexual activities, depicted with as little regard for common decency as possible?" ************************************************************** Part 1 It was a late Saturday morning in Three Rivers. A warm May breeze wafted through Sharon Cherski's window, and the she began to awaken. Sharon should have been happy on this day. She was, after all, one of the most popular sophomores at Liberty High. The girls liked her because of her sweet and friendly disposition; the faculty liked her because she got excellent grades and joined in so many school activities; and the boys liked her because... Well, because she was a stunning beauty. Barely sixteen, she had the body of a grown woman - and the libido of three. She had long auburn hair, limpid blue eyes, and smooth, flawless skin. Her full, sensuous lips frequently broke into a smile that could charm even an old grouch like Mr. Foster, the principal. Her breasts were so well-developed that the football team had voted them "Best Hooters" in last autumn's "Sophomore Girls - the Top 40" list. Sharon had been embarrassed by this attention at first, but by the time she turned sixteen, she had gotten over her self-consciousness, largely thanks to her newfound friend, Rayanne Graf. Rayanne, a tough babe who had been awarded "Most Slut Potential" on the jocks' list, had found herself friendless a few months ago. One drunken evening she had screwed Jordan Catalano, a boy beloved by her best friend, Angela Chase. And not only Angela, but her whole crowd, had stopped speaking to Rayanne. The one exception was Sharon. Her sweet heart had compassion for everyone, and she had offered her friendship. And so Rayanne had become Sharon's inseparable buddy and advisor... ***************** "Don't let those jocks bum you out, Cherski. If you can't beat 'em, fuck 'em !" Rayanne had urged. "I mean, not actually FUCK 'em, but like, flaunt them, or something." "You mean I should actually like show off my, um...?" "Ex-fucking-actly, girlfriend. Show off your UMS!" "Yeah! I have a right to even, like, dress like a SLUT if I want, Raynie." "More like an obligation. And quit calling me 'Raynie,' for chrissake. You sound like my god-damned mother. The fucking trollop." "Ray-ANNE!" Sharon , who loved her mother very much, was sometimes shocked by her trash-mouthed friend. "Well she is. Like mother, like daughter you know. Hey, let's get Tino to drive us to the mall! Let's get you something outrageous-looking!" And so the girls had made an expedition to the mall. First they selected a tight little belly shirt in hot-pink cotton, with a low scoop neck. The top exposed a generous amount of cleavage, as well as Sharon's flat, milky-white tummy. Their next purchases - an ultra-short blue denim miniskirt and a pair of black over-the-knee stockings - made a nice contrast. Rayanne picked a sexy black velvet choker as an accessory, and even talked Sharon into buying a tiny removable skull tattoo. "Where am I supposed to put THAT?" Sharon wondered. "Just leave it to me. Let's book!" They'd returned to Rayanne's place, where Sharon had tried on her new outfit. Rayanne adjusted the choker while Sharon put on pink lip gloss to match her new top. For the finishing touch, Rayanne knelt and straightened Sharon's stockings and applied the skull tattoo to Sharon's left thigh, just above the stocking top. During these operations, Sharon thought maybe Rayanne's hands lingered a bit longer than necessary. But she didn't complain; in fact she closed her eyes and rather enjoyed her friend's soft touch. When the tattoo was complete, Rayanne looked up appraisingly. "Just one more thing. Lose the bra." "As IF! I can't go to school without a bra!" "When the hell did you rejoin the Girl Scouts? Let the guys see your nips! Just do it! And get on with your life!" Sharon complied, blushing. When she looked in the mirror, she had to admit Rayanne was right. She didn't really need a bra; her ample breasts were extremely firm. And the sight of her erect nipples beneath the pink top would bonerize the whole male population of Liberty High. Involuntarily, Sharon ran her hands over her breasts and fingered her nipples for a moment. Rayanne watched Sharon with a fiendish grin. "Voila!" she cried, suddenly hugging Sharon around the waist. "The all-new Sharon SLUTSKI!" "Oh, bite me!" laughed Sharon. And that is what Rayanne did - she gave Sharon a sharp nip on the inner thigh, followed by a tender, lingering kiss. "Graf!! Shut up! I mean, cut it out or whatever..." Sharon protested, flustered by the pleasure she felt. "I guess you're not ready for me yet, Cherski," sighed Rayanne, getting up. "Besides, I was just kidding around." But both girls knew she wasn't. Rayanne, as usual, recovered her cool quickly. "Anyway, you look wicked now!," she exclaimed. "Especially with that skull. What genius though of that, huh? We should sneak into Let's Bolt tonight or something. We could have a time!" Sharon, feeling a surge of affection for her girlfriend, put her arms around Rayanne and kissed the top of her head. "Thanks for helping me shop and everything. Like, I don't know what I'd do without you. You're such a good friend." Rayanne, smiling, closed her eyes and nestled her head on Sharon's shoulder. "Duh squared," she murmured, giving Sharon's hair an affectionate tug. ****************** Rayanne's "Slutski liberation campaign" soon boosted Sharon's self-confidence enormously. Before, Sharon had favored long floral-print dresses and had concealed her chest under baggy sweaters. Now, she enjoyed tormenting the boys with her luscious figure and long legs. Especially the jocks, who had humiliated her with their "Top 10." If she caught one of them staring down her cleavage or up her skirt, she'd sneer: "Keep that wood in your pants, pal!" and stalk off, hips swaying, with Rayanne snickering at her side. But, although Sharon dressed like a slut and acted like a cockteaser, she didn't follow Rayanne's example in all things. She still worked on the yearbook, and she was still sweet to all her old friends. And unlike Rayanne, she didn't go down to the Liberty High boiler room for a makeout-and-blowjob session with any boy who asked. Instead she stuck with her football-playing boyfriend, Kyle Voinovitch. Sometimes she asked herself why, and she always came up with the same answer: "Brad Pitt." Kyle was a rather dim bulb, but he had figured out that a Brad Pitt movie - especially "Thelma and Louise" - was a foolproof aphrodisiac as far as Sharon was concerned. After spending a small fortune renting tapes, he'd finally bought video copies of several Pitt movies, and had watched them over and over until he knew Pitt's every scene and entrance. Their dates were always the same: Sharon would come to Kyle's place, where he would be waiting with popcorn and a tape cued up in the VCR. The popcorn was just for show though; Sharon would usually just seat herself on Kyle's lap, grab the remote, and start the tape. Kyle would then attempt a few kisses, but Sharon would fend him off until the name "Brad Pitt" appeared on the credits. At this point she would turn her head and begin Frenching Kyle passionately. First she would thrust her tongue down his throat until he could barely breathe; then she'd switch gears and suck his tongue as if it were a cock. This would continue until Kyle sensed that Pitt was about to appear. "Let's watch awhile, babe," he'd suggest. And while Sharon turned her attention to the flick, Kyle would turn his attention to her breasts. They were a lot more accessible now that Sharon had taken to wearing skimpy little tops with no bra; in a few seconds he would have her right nipple in his mouth. While he sucked on it, he'd use his left hand to squeeze her other breast, and his right would move down and caress her belly. "Ohhh... Brad, um, Kyle," Sharon would moan, not taking her eyes off the screen. Usually she would rewind and watch the same scene several times, while Kyle's hand slithered down her belly, down to her knees, and back up her thighs and under her tiny skirt. The tape would run some more and they would kiss again, Kyle caressing and squeezing Sharon's soft, warm inner thighs until her hips began to undulate. She would bite his neck and thrust her hips upward, desperately trying to bring her twat into contact with his hand. But Kyle would keep his hand just below crotch level, biding his time until Brad's next scene... "Let's watch some more, honey." They seldom got past Pitt's second scene. At this point Sharon would usually grab Kyle's hand and practically force him to put it inside her soaking panties and thrust two fingers into her hot pussy. If he refused - as he sometimes did just for a tease - she'd lose all control and shove the remote up her snatch and use it as a dildo, bringing herself to near-orgasm before he relented and fucked her vigorously with his rather large cock. But fucking wasn't Kyle's favorite sport. More often, Kyle would grab the remote and demand sexual favors: "No more Brad for you, you cunt! Not until you suck me off!" Kyle knew that Sharon would do almost anything when she got to this stage. What he didn't know was that Sharon liked to play this game too - she wanted to be ordered to do something and then pretend she was doing it to Brad. And so, Sharon happily dropped to her knees and kissed Kyle's balls, sucked his cock, and licked his asshole, sometimes for half an hour, before he'd finally command her to jerk him off and take the load in her face. He wouldn't give her theremote until he'd soaked her mouth, eyes, and hair with sticky cum. Then, while the satiated Kyle nodded off, Sharon would turn back to Brad and finger-fuck herself to multiple screaming climaxes. But there was one thing Sharon wouldn't do for Kyle, no matter how long he teased her. She would not let him fuck her up the ass. "I'm saving that for Brad," she thought secretly, but she wouldn't explain it to Kyle. Every time he made the request, she would absolutely refuse, and there would be a huge fight.... ******************** PART 2A The couple had had the same old fight on Friday night. And that is why Sharon Cherski, a lovely girl in the springtime of her sixteenth year, was not so happy. Sharon didn't want to get out of bed, even though it was past 10:00. Indifferent to the sweet-smelling breeze, she pulled the covers up to her chin and closed her eyes. There was a knock on the door, and Sharon's mother Camille warned: "Sharon! You'd better get a move on! Clarinet lesson this morning!" Sharon, deep in thought, did not respond. "Kyle is being a butthead again," she pouted. Maybe I should just dump him. He's so selfish and immature...." After hours of foreplay, Kyle had demanded she let him in by the rear door. She'd refused, but as a compromise had allowed him to give her a prolonged rim job. Sharon had rimmed Kyle often, but he'd never returned the favor before. The novel sensation of a hot, wet tongue probing her poop chute drove her wild. And she'd nearly creamed herself as he tongue-fucked her virgin anus. But Kyle had withdrawn his tongue just before her climax and insisted again on sodomizing her. "Babe, you're ready!" he'd insisted. "Not EVEN!" she'd replied. And the situation had deteriorated from there.... Sharon sighed and tossed in frustration. She was not only furious with her boyfriend, but extremely frustrated and horny. "I'm sick of immature sophomore BABIES!" she thought. I need an older guy... if Jordan walked in right now, I'd fuck him silly!" But she knew that Jordan Catalano, though 18 and a dreamboat, was off-limits. He belonged to Sharon's oldest and best friend - Angela. It was pleasant to think about him though. Sharon fingered herself gently as she considered her boyfriend dilemma.... She'd already talked to Rayanne about the problem, but for once Rayanne's advice had been unsatisfactory: " Just take it up the ass and get on with your life, Cherski! It only hurts the first time you know. Brad's never coming to Three Rivers, and even if he did, how could he tell if you had a virgin asshole? Besides, maybe Brad doesn't even like fucking girls up the ass... not that I know any guys like that..." Rickie Vasquez hadn't been very helpful either. " Are you kidding? I'd LOVE it if some jock fucked me in the ass! Do you think he'd take me on...?" Sharon had rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. I'll be sure to ask him, Vasquez." There was only one person left to confide in: Angela. Maybe good old Chase-face would be home this afternoon; Sharon could drop by after her lesson. "Hell," muttered Sharon, dragging herself out of bed. "Can't sleep, can't come, might as well get dressed." She opened her closet and eyed her wardrobe. "What would an older guy like?" she wondered, still thinking of Jordan in spite of herself. "I know! The schoolgirl look!" Sharon had an actual Catholic schoolgirl uniform, handed down from an older cousin who had graduated from St Catherine's School. It consisted of a green plaid jumper with a pleated skirt and buttons up the front; a white cotton blouse; and a striped school tie. Sharon always wore white cotton knee socks and black mary-jane shoes with it. Sharon grabbed some skimpy white cotton panties and put them on. Then she tried on her uniform. Gazing at the mirror critically, she was pleased with her appearance. True, the jumper was about a size too small - but guys seldom objected to extra-tight dresses or ultra-short skirts. She wasn't sure why, but Sharon knew her schoolgirl getup drove certain older men wild. She remembered how the ultra-cool Vic Racine, substitute English teacher, had broken out in a cold sweat and started stammering the first time she'd worn it to his class. Even Mr. Katimski, who was known to be gay, had been unable to refrain from trying to get a peek up her skirt. The memory made her smile. Sharon noted that she looked a bit tired around the eyes; a little makeup would fix that. Her depression lifted as she put on her mascara, pink lipstick, and a dab or two of perfume. Making herself pretty always cheered her up. "Shar-RON!" Camille yelled from downstairs. "You're gonna be late!" "Chill, Mom!" Sharon retorted. "I'm like, almost ready!" She combed her hair energetically, put on some tiny pearl earrings, and gathered up her sheet music, clarinet case and purse. Then she ran downstairs to the kitchen and gulped some coffee. "I'm going to see Angela after my lesson," she told her Mom. "OK. Say hi to Patty and Graham for me. And don't skip lunch!" replied Camille. Sharon kissed her mother goodbye, and bustled out the door. She didn't notice that three minor traffic collisions took place during her 15-minute walk. The Three Rivers police logger thought it odd, though. "Three collisions in 15 minutes on a Saturday morning, all in the same neighborhood? What are they smoking over there?" **************** Graham Chase, a man in the middle of life's journey, found himself unexpectedly alone and at loose ends on an early Saturday afternoon. His wife, Patty, had informed him that her Dad was in the hospital for tests again, and she'd hurried off to her mother's place for the duration. She hadn't even nibbled at her lunch. His daughters had buggered off too. Danielle had declined lunch and gone off to play with her friends, informing him she was having lunch " at Ryan's." Graham admonished her to return right after lunch to do her chores, and she'd given him her "Stop nagging me" look as she tore off out the kitchen door. He'd never had a chance to ask who Ryan was. "He's her so-called boyfriend, " Angela informed him. "I'm going out,or whatever, too." "Where to?" He regretted asking as soon as he'd spoken. "Like, OUT, Daddy!" she had replied, with some asperity. And she'd grabbed her Walkman and flown out, slamming the door. "Probably going to bang that ... (he failed to find an appropriate obscenity) ... Jordan." he fumed. "A little slut at fifteen." Graham wandered back into the kitchen and sat at the table, staring at the omelettes he'd prepared for his female household. "At least Angela ate half of hers," he thought. He sighed and started cleaning up. Graham, a gourmet cook, felt most unappreciated. The girls were always dissing him, and cooking for them could be a thankless task. Patty, who suspected that Graham was having an affair with his restaurant partner Hallie, had lately turned a cold eye upon his cooking. (And a cold cunt toward his cockin'.) Hallie, meanwhile, was thoroughly pissed at Graham, who regularly refused to fuck her, although she begged him for it almost daily. He wouldn't even let her suck him off. Life at the restaurant was getting to be a nightmare. "Maybe I should just do it," Graham mused. "Get her over here right now and screw her inside out.... at least then maybe she'd shut the fuck up...Nahhhh..." Hallie was very attractive, but Graham couldn't get it up for her. He didn't care much about Patty's coldness either. Their sex life had become routine and mechanical long ago. The truth was, neither woman was to Graham's taste; somewhere along the line he'd developed a yearning for younger females. He'd almost had his way with a 22-year-old recently, but his brother Neil had talked him out of it. What he hadn't told Neil was that what he really wanted was pussy even younger than that. "As young as... oh say, maybe 15 like Angela... or 12 like Danielle, even..." "SHUT UP!!" Graham screamed at himself, trying to block out an obscene vision of his daughters on their knees, licking his massive hard-on. He substituted Rayanne Graf for the girls and continued the daydream with less guilt. Rayanne liked him, he felt; he still remembered how hard she'd hugged him when he gave her and Angela his Dead tickets. Graham wished that Angela would make up her quarrel with Rayanne. Otherwise he'd never see Rayanne again. He considered calling the girl up. Then he considered having his head examined. "What, I'm going to call up a highschool kid for a date? I must be cracking up." Thoroughly confused and frustrated, Graham did what he always did when he wanted to stop thinking: he started cooking. Not even consulting a recipe, he started assembling the ingredients for a cake. "I think I'll start with the icing," he thought, grabbing a mixing bowl. A few minutes later, he'd whipped up a delicious bittersweet chocolate confection. Then, to Graham's annoyance, the doorbell rang. "Oh, fuck..." he muttered, hurrying to the front door. He opened it with a frown. It was Sharon Cherski. ********** PART 2B Graham's frown turned to a salacious grin as he looked the girl and her uniform over. His eyes lingered on her cute kneesox and her well-exposed thighs. Catching himself, he twisted his face into what he hoped was a welcoming expression. "It's the famous Sharon Cherski! Did you transfer to parochial school or something? Come looking for Angela? Or maybe Danielle?" Sharon smiled bashfully, disconcerted by Graham's facial spasms. She hunched her shoulders and hugged her music to her lovely bosom. Graham found the gesture charming. "Hi, um, I was just um... I mean, is Angela home?" "Well, actually... Angela left awhile ago, for an undisclosed location, if you know what I mean Danielle should be back soon though.. " "Oh. " Sharon looked crestfallen. "Mr. Chase? Do you think I could, like wait for Angela or something? I have to ask her something important." Graham was beginning to get an idea (as well as a hard-on.) "No problem. Actually, I could use some help in the kitchen. Know how to bake a cake?" Sharon brightened. "Sure, Mr. Chase! I got an A in Home Ec, y'know!" "Call me Graham, dear." And Graham ushered her in. He motioned toward the kitchen, then politely followed her, enjoying the rear view . He was so absorbed that he forgot to close the door. Graham began humming a tune. Sharon put her stuff on the counter."What's that song, um, Graham?" "It's called 'Good Morning Little Schoolgirl.' It's an old blues thing... it's on the Dead's first album: Good morning little schoolgirl, Can I come home with you? Tell yo' mama and yo' papa, I'm a little schoolboy too." Sharon giggled. "Oh... I guess you like my outfit or whatever?" "I like the outfit AND the whatever!" Sharon, unaccustomed to such pleasantries, giggled again. "My boyfriend never says things like that!" "Is he gay? Or just a dullard?" "Not even! I mean, he's real straight, but he is, like, kind of slow... and he's IMMATURE! We just had a big fight, too." Sharon pouted. (Things are shaping up, thought Graham. A teenage honey who's unhappy with her boyfriend... this should be easy.) "What about? If I may ask." Sharon blushed. How could she explain - to Angela's Dad of all people - that they had been fighting over the pros and cons of sodomy? "It's kind of hard to explain," she answered evasively. Graham didn't press. "So speaking of quarrels, do you think Angela will ever make up with Rayanne?" he asked. " I wish..." sighed Sharon. "They're both so unhappy sometimes..." Her eyes got a little misty. "Don't be sad, honey." said Graham in the tenderest tone he could manage. "How about trying out my chocolate icing over there?" he asked, glancing at the bowl. "That usually cheers people up." "Oooh, I love chocolate!" squealed Sharon. She grabbed Graham's mixing spoon and licked it with visible pleasure. "Mmmmmmm... this is so delicious! Can I have some more?" This reaction pleased Graham. Everything about Sharon pleased him, actually. "Help yourself, sweetheart," he replied. Sharon turned her best 150-megawatt smile on Graham. "Actually, I know how to make this taste better." "Oh? How?" "Icing is always better if you, like, eat it off your finger? Or even... someone else's finger." She giggled again. "Hmmm. Is that so? Someone else like who?" Graham dipped his finger into the icing and looked at it thoughtfully. Sharon gently took his hand and guided the chocolate-covered fingertip into her mouth. She quickly sucked all the icing off it, and swallowed. Then, closing her eyes, she took the entire finger in, with a soft sound of pleasure. "Mmmmmmm..." Sharon moaned, sucking like a baby at the bottle. Graham watched in amazement as her head bobbed back and forth, deep-throating his finger. He stroked her cheek encouragingly. Then (being Graham) he began to worry. "Sharon honey ? How old are you?" he asked. "Sithteeb," she replied, her mouth full of finger. He relaxed; sixteen was the age of consent in Pennsylvania. Graham couldn't believe his good luck. A lovely girl of legal age, and apparently horny, had walked into his kitchen and into his life! Overwhelmed, he removed his finger from Sharon's mouth, pulled her into his arms, and passionately kissed her face and neck. Sharon's back arched with pleasure and she hugged him back, making sure to press her breasts into his chest. Graham kissed her on the mouth; his lips tasted her juicy sweetness. Her fingers caressed the back of his neck, and she kissed him back fiercely. Her teeth nipped at his tongue. He squeezed her breast gently with his left hand, while the right slid down the front of her jumper and under her pleated skirt. Sharon broke off the kiss and gasped for breath. "Ohhhh, Graham," she panted. "Touch me anywhere, anywhere you want.... just don't stop." "I don't intend to, you little angel," he said, moving his other hand under her skirt and caressing her inner thighs. Sharon, eyes closed, clung to him for dear life, alternately kissing and biting his neck. Graham suddenly dropped to his knees. Without interrupting his caresses, he ducked his head under her skirt and rubbed his face against her soft cotton panties. Sharon moaned and grabbed the back of his head, pressing his face into her crotch. Her grip was rather strong, but Graham didn't want to escape. He just grabbed her buttocks, which encouraged her to hump his face. He began to lick her rapidly moistening pussy lips through the cotton. Soon her crotch of her panties was soaking with a mixture of her sweet girl-juice and Graham's saliva. Graham pulled Sharon's panties down to her mid-thighs, like a starving man would peel an orange. He thrust both his tongue and his middle finger into her teenage pussy. Sharon squealed with pleasure as his tongue approached her clit, and humped his finger with wild hip thrusts. Her breath was coming in short, rapid gasps now, and Graham knew she'd come soon. He removed his soaking finger and gently caressed her asshole. Hearing her moan in response, he thrust his finger in up to the first knuckle. Sharon, on the edge of orgasm, could barely utter her plea: "Graham... ohhhh please, Graham, put your finger in there... all the way.. please, Graham..." Brutally, he shoved his finger up her tight little anus as far as it would go. Her sphincter spasmed, the muscles gripping his finger so tightly he thought it might break. Sharon, now way over the edge, screamed in ecstasy, digging her fingernails into his neck and pulling his hair. She came for several minutes, as Graham continued his relentless tonguing and ass-fingering.. As her orgasm subsided, Sharon began to cry uncontrollably. Graham slowly removed his finger from her anus and gently kissed her thighs. He arose from his kneeling position, not bothering to pull her panties back up, and put his arms around her. Softly, he caressed her hair. This wasn't the first time Graham had seen a girl cry after a climax. And he hoped it wouldn't be the last. "Hold me please," Sharon wept, burying her head in his shoulder. "Just hold me..." Graham held his tearful teen angel. " I'll hold you all day if you want, little one," he whispered. He covered her tear-stained face with tender kisses, and soon her crying ceased. Sharon raised her head and gazed at Graham with adoration. "That was like, so wonderful," she sighed. "I wish I could do something that would make you feel that good." Graham grinned. "Well, honey, now that you mention it... Sharon managed a little smile. "There is something you might like to try..." Sharon giggled. "And what might that be?" "Get down on your knees, close your eyes, and open your mouth, and I'll give you a hint. As if you didn't know already." Sharon complied eagerly. *********** PART 2C Graham took his time. He wanted to savor this moment, to remember it always. It might never happen again: here was a sixteen-year-old honey, dressed like a schoolgirl, on her knees before him with her panties down. And she was ready to perform anything he asked, like a slave. He gazed down at the young beauty and, with deliberation, unzipped his pants and whipped out his fully erect schlong, an organ of considerable magnitude. Sharon, hearing the zipper, tilted her head back a little and opened her mouth wider. But Graham didn't just shove his prick in. Instead, he grabbed her by the back of the head and pulled her toward him, pressing his dick into her face. Slowly and sensually, he rubbed his cock against her chin, then her soft, smooth cheeks. As he moved his wang up toward her forehead, his balls dangled over her mouth , and Sharon stuck her tongue out and tried to lick and suck them. He let her do so for awhile, as he gently spanked her forehead with his boner. Graham pulled his scrotum out of her mouth and began to rub the shaft of his penis against her soft, full, lips. "Lick it," he ordered, and she did, with a whimper of pleasure. "Now suck it!", he commanded, plunging his rock-hard prick into her warm, wet mouth. Her full, pink-painted lips closed expertly around the head, and she took half his shaft in without nipping it with her teeth. "She's good!" he thought. And, grabbing her by the hair, he began to hump her face in earnest. "Let's see how much she can stand... take that! and THAT!" Sharon, even though she gagged occasionally, happily accepted his most powerful thrusts. In fact she grabbed him by the ass and pulled him closer, as if to encourage his roughness. "Mmmmmmm.... " she moaned, as he rammed his cock further and further down her throat. She sucked him fiercely each time he pushed it in, and fluttered her tongue (a most agile tongue, due to her clarinet studies) against the head each time he pulled back. Soon Graham began to feel himself building up to a spasm. He slowed down and held Sharon's head still, continuing a slight humping rhythm. "Now listen," he gasped. "I'm gonna come soon. Here's what I want you to do..." "Mmmmm.." Sharon replied. " I'm gonna come in your mouth, and you're gonna swallow every drop, and love it! Got that?" "Mmmmm-hmmm!" Sharon assented. "Then I'm gonna pull out and blow my wad all over your face. And you're gonna take it like a woman!" Sharon answered as best she could with a mouthful of rock-hard cock. "Yeth, Gwahab." She couldn't wait to taste his sperm. Graham let his last inhibitions go. He fucked her face brutally, as though she were a ten-dollar whore. "If only Andy and Camille could see what I'm doing to their girl!" he thought. "Andy would be back in the cardiac ward..." The thought that he was being blown by the child of Patty's best friend, a kid he'd known since infancy, a girl he'd thought of as almost a third daughter, drove Graham wild, and he began to pump out his load. "Unnnngghhh!!" he groaned, as his first hot jets of semen spurted into Sharon's mouth and down her throat. His thrusting almost stopped, and he let his sperm flow. He watched Sharon's sweet face as she gulped his sticky cum. She tried to keep up with the flow, but Graham shot so much sperm so fast that her mouth overflowed. A trickle of cum dribbled out of her mouth and fell upon her white blouse. Graham pulled his dick out of Sharon's mouth. She turned her face upward to receive his load; he could see a gob of white, unswallowed semen on her tongue. Aiming at her forehead, he began to jerk himself off. He missed. "Ooooh!" she cried, as the first white droplets hit her right in the eye. "Give me more! Please!!" Soon he was uncontrollably shooting thick wads of spooge all over Sharon's cheeks, eyes, hair, and chin. Feeling his orgasm die down, Graham chucked her under the chin and tilted her head way back; then he ejaculated upon her tender white throat. He finished by soiling the bosom of her blouse and jumper with his last few spurts. Graham sighed with satisfaction and leaned back against the kitchen table. "Let me clean it for you," begged Sharon. So he stuffed his slowly-shrinking pud back into Sharon's mouth, and she sucked and licked it, desperately wanting to prolong the moment. He stroked her hair and watched as a few rivulets of cum dribbled off Sharon's chin and fell onto her pleated plaid skirt. Despite Sharon's attentions, his erection withered in a few minutes. He pulled out of her mouth and tucked his dick back into his pants. "Now where the hell did a young thing like you learn to give head like that?" Graham wondered. Sharon, still on her knees, wiped a blob of sperm from her eyelid with her finger, then slowly sucked her finger clean. "Two words: Brad Pitt." was her reply. Graham was puzzled, but he let it pass. "Maybe you should wash your face, he suggested. You can use the girls' bathroom...it's up the..." "I know the way," said Sharon. She pulled up her panties and stood up, steadied by Graham's hand. "Oh! I almost forgot!" exclaimed Sharon. "Mom said to say hi to you and Patty!" Grabbing her purse, she bounced out of the kitchen. "Give her my best..." Graham replied mechanically. ********************************* Part 3A Brian Krakow was in the habit of riding his bike in circles on the street in front of the Chase house. He claimed it was for "exercise," but in fact he chose this cycling spot in order to spy upon Angela (his not-so-secret love) and perhaps snag her in conversation . Today he'd been out for an hour or so, circling like a vulture - and all the while picturing Graham's older daughter naked. Brian noticed a small figure in the distance, approaching rapidly. His pulse quickened for a moment; then he saw that it was only Danielle. Oh well, maybe she'd tell him something about Angela.... Danielle Chase sprinted down the street toward home as fast as her cute little legs could carry her. She had forgotten she was supposed to do her chores, and she was way late. "Omigod!" she thought. " I have to feed the cat, and change his litter box, and tidy my room, and..." Danielle sped up. "Hey Danielle!" yelled Brian. She whizzed past him into the Chase front yard. "Danielle! Wait up! Hey, where's Angela?" he yelled. Danielle did not break stride. "If she was up your ass, you'd know where she was!" she taunted. Brian was used to being addressed in this manner at school, but he was stunned to hear such talk from a little kid. He wondered why Angela kept insisting that Danielle had a crush on him. He figured it was probably a cruel joke. Which was unfortunate, because the little girl had a really cute ass. "Angela is like, heartless." he thought. Dejected, Brian wheeled his bike home. "There's just something about my life," he muttered. " It's like totally unacceptable." . Brian was wrong about Danielle, who was actually madly in love with him. But she hid her feelings by dissing him at every opportunity. At least that got his attention. Danielle, overshadowed by her big sister, felt she never got enough attention. If anyone ever did pay her any mind, they might have noticed that she was growing up a bit too fast. Between Christmas and April she'd had a 2-inch growth spurt - her head now reached Sharon Cherski's shoulder. Less than a month after her 12th birthday, she had begun menarche. Her chest wasn't exactly flat anymore. And recently she had grown a little pubic peach fuzz which matched the color of her shiny blond tresses. Danielle, always a sassy girl, was becoming more rebellious as her hormones kicked in. She sneaked cigarettes whenever she could, and she had taken to shoplifting eye makeup and lipstick. She put them on when she left the house. This made her look sexier than a 12-year old had any right to, and sometimes she got into trouble if Patty caught her at it. She was also working hard at acquiring the vocabulary of a stevedore. Her speech was often laced with superfluous obscenities, many of which she did not fully understand. Danielle stopped in her tracks in front of the house. Once again, she'd left her makeup and lipstick on. Now she'd have to sneak in and remove them. "Motherfucking copsupper!" swore Danielle, who needed more practice. Luckily, the front door was ajar. Danielle removed her sneakers and stole up the front steps. She poked her head through the door. Seeing the coast was clear, she tiptoed into the hall. But as Danielle headed for the stairs, she heard some odd sounds from the kitchen. "What the fuck is that?" she wondered. The sounds from the kitchen resembled what she heard when she listened through the rents' bedroom door. She knew they were lovemaking sounds, but she'd never seen the actions that went with them. Danielle was adept at spying and eavesdropping on people. Perpetually ignored, she could stand in a corner playing some boring game and listen in on entire conversations, as if invisible. She knew a lot more about her family than anyone realized. She knew, for example, that Mom was jealous of Hallie, and hadn't been putting out for Daddy lately. Were her parents making up now? In the kitchen? But wasn't Mom at Grandma's ? Danielle, growing suspicious, edged toward the kitchen. A female voice moaned her father's name. "Ohhhhh, Graham..ohhhhh, don't stop! Ohhh.... Oh! Ohhhh, Graham...." the moans turned to whimpers, then to a long scream. Then there was quiet for a moment, followed by weeping: "Hold me please... Just hold me..." "That voice is, like, SO not Mom!" thought Danielle. Pressing her back against the wall, she sidled closer to the kitchen door. The voices conversed softly for a moment; then there was a female giggle and a silence. Danielle was right by the doorframe now. She heard a zipper sound. That must be Daddy. It sounded just like when he unzipped to go to the bathroom. Soon there were slurping and gagging sounds, mixed with male grunting. Danielle figured the couple would now be fully occupied - it would be safe to take a look. Slowly and carefully, she craned her neck and peeped through the kitchen doorway. Danielle's lovely brown eyes nearly popped out of her head. There, by the kitchen table, stood her Daddy, with his pants down around his ankles. Before him on the floor knelt some girl in a school uniform that was too small for her. Her skirt was hiked way up, and her panties were pulled down to her knees. Graham had the girl by her long auburn hair, and the girl clutched Graham by the butt, digging her nails in. Her head bobbed back and forth, while Graham's hips gyrated wildly. The girl's hair obscured her face, and Danielle couldn't quite make out who she was or what she was doing. Danielle ducked back from the door and tried to think. She was shocked, but also strangely excited. "That bitch must be sucking Daddy's hog!" she reasoned. "If Mom ever finds out, she'll divorce him!" The thought made her very scared. Graham's was saying something in a soft but commanding tone. The girl's voice murmured in reply; then silence; then some loud male grunts and groans. Danielle peeked again. Now she could see the girl's face. It was Sharon, Angela's best friend! Sharon knelt, mouth open, eyes closed, with some gooey stuff on her lips and chin. Daddy was rubbing his prick in a funny way, sort of like churning butter. White stuff was squirting out of his dong and getting all over Sharon's face. The little girl stared, transfixed, as Graham finished shooting his wad at Sharon. Then she heard Sharon beg to clean his prick. Danielle watched as Sharon took the rod back into her mouth. Then Danielle tiptoed, as quickly as she could, back across the hall and up the stairs. Danielle sat down on the top step. Without even knowing she was doing it, she slid her hand under her black denim miniskirt and caressed herself. She was very wet. Quietly, she waited to see what would happen next. Soon she heard Daddy say something to Sharon about using "the girls' bathroom." Danielle scampered off, ducking into the bathroom she shared with Angela. Assuming a nonchalant air, she began fiddling with her lipstick. ********************************* PART 3B Danielle studied herself in the mirror. She wasn't crazy about what she saw. "I wish I was as pretty as Sharon. Or Angela..." she thought. "At least I have nice hair. And eyes." Danielle, low on self-esteem, failed to appreciate herself. She was an adorable budding beauty, the type of girl of whom it is said: "Soon she'll be breaking hearts!" Her golden-tanned skin, still free of pubescent blemishes, complemented long, shiny blonde hair trailing halfway down her back. Long bangs framed her big, liquid brown eyes. Her lips, naturally red, didn't really require the lipstick Danielle liked so much. Her pretty little ears were pierced and held tiny gold circle earrings. True, her figure wasn't much yet, but it was developing. Her legs were shapely enough to look good in a miniskirt . Rayanne had told her so! Her little ass was a mortal temptation - even geeks like Brian noticed it. Danielle removed her white sneakers and socks and sat on the edge of the tub, stretching out her legs to see if they needed shaving yet. They didn't; they were baby-smooth, tapering to slim ankles and tiny, graceful feet. Danielle inspected her pink toenail polish and tried to make sense of what she'd just seen downstairs. She loved Daddy and adored Sharon. Sharon and Rayanne were the only big girls who had ever been nice to her. Especially Sharon, who'd gone trick-or-treating with her last Halloween. Sharon always had time for Danielle, even when she came over to hang with Angela. So should she be happy if Daddy and Sharon were in love? But were they? And shouldn't she be mad at Daddy for cheating on Mommy? And then shouldn't she also be mad at Sharon? Danielle felt hopelessly confused. Sharon chose that moment to walk in. She was wiping cum off her face with a hankie. "Dan-iYELL!" she gasped, deparately trying to conceal the gooey remnants of her blowjob session. "I...I wasn't... Graham, I mean Mr. Chase said you weren't...like..." "Your face is like, a mess! " Danielle, suddenly angry, interrupted Sharon's babble. "So's your hair. What the fuck *happened* to you?" She smiled with mock innocence. Sharon's mind went blank. "What *did* happen to me?" she asked herself. She dropped her purse, sat down on the john and slumped over, face in hands. "Are you gonna cry or something?" asked Danielle. Her heart softened. Danielle stepped close to Sharon and put a hand on her shoulder. "No, honey, it's just.... look, if I tell you what really happened, will you promise to never ever tell anyone, not ever? Because, like do you realize how *over* my life will be if anyone ever finds out? " "OK." "I mean, you can't even tell your husband when you get married." "Angela says nobody would marry me 'cause I'm too weird." "She didn't mean it, Dani. She loves you, even more than I do." Danielle was overjoyed to hear this, but concealed her feelings. "Yeah, fuckin' A. Anyway I *promise*. And besides, I *saw* what you were doing in the kitchen., so you don't have to tell me." "You Whaaat??!!" Sharon sat bolt upright. "You were giving Daddy a SNOW JOB!" said Danielle brightly. Sharon burst out laughing. "Dani, it's not called a....sn-sn..." She was overwhelmed by giggles. "What's so funny?" asked Danielle, looking a little hurt. Sharon suppressed her mirth. "I'm sorry, sweetie. You got it a little mixed up and it sounded funny! It's called a BLOW JOB. " "Oh," said Danielle. She thought for a moment. "But why is it called a 'blow' job if you're sucking the guy's... you know." "I don't know," answered Sharon. "That's just what people call it." She got up and went to the mirror. "Eeewww!" she exclaimed. "I *am* a mess! My face, my hair, my dress...my mascara's like, wrecked! " She reached for the soap. Danielle got her a washcloth. "Here, use mine." she offered. Sharon washed her face and neck, and painstakingly scrubbed the cum stains from her jumper and blouse. Then she dabbed at the half-dried splotches of jism in her hair. "You missed some," Danielle pointed out helpfully. "Maybe I should fix your hair. I can see it better." Sharon sat on the john again and let Danielle scrub the globs from her hair. "This is so cool, hanging with Angela's cool friend," she thought. She combed out Sharon's hair, lovingly running her fingers through it.. "That feels nice," murmured Sharon relaxing. She let herself bask sensually in her young friend's attentions. "Can I do your makeup too?" "OK. Look in my purse." Danielle applied Sharon's eye makeup with a steady hand. Then she fished out Sharon's pink lip gloss and painted it on. She put the makeup things back in the purse. "Now you look beautiful!" exclaimed Danielle. And without thinking, she threw her arms around Sharon, kissing her right on the mouth. Nothing would have surprised Sharon at this point. She not only went along with the kiss, she responded passionately. Hugging the girl to her soft bosom, she caressed Danielle's neck and thrust her tongue into the 12-year-old's mouth. "This must be, like, a French kiss!," thought Danielle, her breath quickening. "This is so cool!" She sucked on Sharon's tongue and squeezed her harder. Sharon lost herself in the naturally-sweet smell and taste of the little girl, the baby-softness of her skin. She kissed Danielle's forehead, her eyes, her cheeks, the nape of her neck, her sweet little ears. "Dani..." she whispered. "My little Dani..." She licked the hollow of Danielle's throat. Feeling her heart would burst, she came up for air. She pulled the kid onto her lap and circled her with her arms. The girls clasped hands. "Am I going to fall in love with the entire Chase family?" Sharon asked herself. Danielle sat sideways on Sharon's lap. Her head was in a whirl, and she was a little frightened. "Am I like, a lezzie or something? " she wondered. She looked up at Sharon's face. "Does it feel this good when a boy kisses you?" Danielle asked in a small voice. "Sure...better, even, if it's a boy you like a lot. If it's a boy you don't like, you're like... YUCK." "Yuck!" echoed Danielle. "Sharon...are we like, bi? 'Cause we like boys but we like to kiss each other and stuff too?" "I don't know," Sharon answered, quite truthfully. "Why worry about it? Rickie is bi, and he's cool, right?" "Yeah! Rickie is cool!" Danielle sounded relieved. "So... do you give your boyfriend snow... I mean, blow jobs?" "Like, constantly! Or at least I used to, but I'm dumping him." "So how d'you do it? Give a blow job, I mean." "Well...it's sort of like sucking a lollipop. Or a popsicle. Except it gets *bigger* when you suck it! And, you have to be careful not to bite it, 'cause it's totally sensitive. And also, you have to, like, move your head up and down..." Danielle looked confused. "All at once? How the fuck d'you ..." "Wait, I'll show you! Put your finger in my mouth. And watch what I do with my lips." Sharon drew her lips in so they covered her teeth. Then she sucked Danielle's index finger in, moving her head back and forth. She wiggled her tongue aagainst the finger. Danielle wriggled with pleasure. "That feels nice!" she sighed. "See how I covered my teeth so I didn't nip you?" Danielle nodded. "Can I try now?" "OK," said Sharon, offering her finger. Danielle sucked, in perfect imitation of her mentor. Sharon caressed Danielle's hair. "That's awesome!" she said. "Now try moving your head reeaaally slow, back and forth....baaack and fooorth... that drives them wild!" Danielle obeyed, slowing her head motions to a sensual slow grind. "Now, gradually speed up until you're going as fast as you possibly can!" Danielle accelerated her rhythm. The sight of her sweet little head bobbing up and down excited Sharon. "Sometimes I wish I was a boy," she thought. Danielle was moving so fast that her neck hurt a bit, and she was out of breath. Gamely, she kept the pace up. Sharon grabbed Danielle's head and began to thrust and pull her finger in and out of the child's mouth. "This is what they do when they get real excited!" she panted. "Ohhhh, ohhhh! I'm coming! Ohhh!" She did her best to simulate a male orgasm, then gradually slowed down and pulled her finger out. Danielle gasped for breath and rubbed her sore neck. Sharon grunted, imitating a male voice: " 'Did I tire you out, honey?'... that's what they usually say afterwards." "I'm tired, but it was nice." Danielle said. "My neck hurts like shit." "It's more fun with a real guy. A real one would actually, like, come in your mouth. It's totally exciting! " said Sharon. "We should find one for you to practice on... but who?" She pondered the question. Danielle shrugged. But her mind turned to Brian Krakow, her major crush. "I know!! " Sharon exclaimed. "Perfect! He'll do whatever we want! YES!!" "What? Who?" asked Danielle, hopefully. "KRAKOW! Brian Krakow!! He's right across the street..." Danielle blushed. "Sometimes big kids can turn, like, psychic." she thought. " ...And his parents are away all week, I happen to know. They're at a psychiatric conference." "Like, really? " asked Danielle, still blushing. "He probably hates me, you know. I really gave him a lot of crap today. " "Just apologize nicely and let me do the talking. That guy is so horny he'd fuck a duck, or something!" Danielle and Sharon hit a high five, laughing. Danielle jumped off Sharon's lap and freshened her lipstick, smeared from all their kissing. Sharon joined her at the mirror. Soon, the two girls were bounding down the stairs. Danielle was so excited she forgot her sneakers and socks. They continued to the kitchen, where Graham was putting two cake pans into the oven. "I'm gonna hang with Sharon for awhile," Danielle announced, trying to sound cool. "OK, pumpkin. I'll have a chocolate cake for you later!" Sharon picked up her things, giving Graham a naughty wink. And the two girls skipped out the kitchen door, hand in hand. Graham noticed that he had a boner again. *********************************** Part 4A Brian Krakow lay on his bed, shirtless. He leafed listlessly through a photo album with a well-worn spine. This album, which he kept under the bed, contained photos he'd surreptitiously snapped at Liberty High. Brian was the yearbook photographer, and was entitled to carry a camera about in school and shoot pictures whenever he liked. He was adept at photographing one thing while appearing to aim at another. As a result he had a priceless collection of closeups of teenage girls' body parts - thighs and knees, breasts, shots up the skirt and down the blouse. He also prized photos of Sharon Cherski and Kyle Voinovitch making out on the schoolbus - he especially liked the one with Kyle's hand up her skirt. His favorites, though, were his pictures of Angela Chase. A photo of Angela - even if it revealed no skin at all - was enough to quicken Brian's pulse. He had filled half the album with her pictures alone. Brian felt a boner coming on. He unzipped his pants and began playing with his pecker. "I *must* stop obsessing about Angela Chase! " he thought. "I sicken myself..." But he knew he couldn't stop. Once he delved into his pictures of the beautiful Angela, it was only a matter of time before he had to beat the meat. Sighing, he thought about Angela's luscious mouth. What wouldn't he give to kiss it? Her lips were not as full as Sharon's, but her mouth was rather wide, and could probably accommodate an average-sized dick such as Brian's. He imagined his cock sliding between her soft red lips and down her throat.... At the sound of the doorbell, Brian nearly jumped out of his skin. Hurriedly he stuffed his prick back into his pants and ran downstairs, panting for breath. "Omigod!" he thought. " What if it's Angela?" He paused for breath and ran his hands through his hair, trying to regain some sort of poise. He didn't notice that he'd forgotten his shirt. Brian opened the front door. He was astounded to see Sharon Cherski. Usually, Sharon bossed him around in her capacity as yearbook chairperson. But today she was beaming at him in a way she usually reserved for her boyfriend. And standing timorously behind her - almost clinging to Sharon's skirt - was the foul-mouthed Danielle Chase. Danielle's expression was penitent, her eyes downcast. "Hey, Krakow!" Sharon said cheerfully. "Hi.... hey." responded Brian. There was an awkward pause while Brian gaped at the girls, trying to figure out what on earth they were up to. Sharon was dressed as if she wanted to look way younger than she was. By contrast, Danielle - sexy as hell with her mascara, pink lipstick, and miniskirt - looked at least 14. "So, Cherski, is this about yearbook, or something? I like, told you those photos from the dance wouldn't be ready till next week..." "No, it's something else. Invite people in much?" "Well, you can come in but I don't know about your little *friend*, the way she talked to me today...", huffed Brian. "Danielle?" prompted Sharon, pushing the youngster forward. "I-- I'm sorry, Brian... I'm really sorry, I didn't mean it... please don't be mad at me." stammered Danielle. She looked up, her big brown eyes beseeching him. Brian couldn't resist her gaze. Besides, she sounded like she actually was sorry. "Well... OK." he relented. "You can come in too. But don't, like, swear at me anymore." "I won't!" promised Danielle. The girls stepped into the hall, and Brian shut the door. "Like some cookies ?" he offered, smiling at Danielle. "Awesome!" said both girls in unison. They giggled. Brian tousled Danielle's hair, and was rewarded with a winning smile. He headed for the kitchen, followed by the girls. "You sit, Brian," said Sharon, touching his bare shoulder. "I'll find the cookies and stuff. Danielle, sit over there and keep Brian company... got milk?" Brian sat at the kitchen table. Dumfounded, he watched Sharon bustling about . He couldn't remember her ever calling him anything but "Krakow." Now she was serving him milk and cookies!!?? "So Brian..." said Sharon, setting out a plate of chocolate-chip cookies. "Remember you promised to give Danielle a lesson?" "You mean, like, a saxophone lesson or something?" "Yeah. She wants to play your saxophone." Both girls snickered. Brian looked at Danielle suspiciously. "Well... OK or whatever.." Danielle approached Brian with a saucy smile. "Hey Brian, she asked, "how come you don't have a shirt on?" She ran a hand slowly up his chest to his shoulder. Brian shivered with pleasure at her touch, and blushed. "I... I guess I was in a hurry, or something. I mean, I forgot. R-running downstairs." He was embarrassed to notice his growing erection. "Danielle, Brian's cold!" said Sharon, with mock concern. "Better keep him warm!" At this, Danielle climbed sideways onto Brian's lap and snuggled up to Brian, leaning her head against his chest. She wiggled her little bottom against his boner. Her soft hand snaked up and down his chest. Without thinking, Brian put his left arm around Danielle's shoulder and pulled her closer. He rested his right hand, tentatively, on her bare knee. In response, the 12-year-old gave a little moan and moved her legs ever so slightly apart . Brian, with more assurance, moved his hand up toward her inner thigh. Danielle raised her head a little and gazed up into Brian's eyes. "Are you warm now?" she asked softly. She closed her eyes and parted her lips. "Yes," he whispered. He kissed her gently on the mouth. Danielle kissed him back enthusiastically, her little tongue darting into his mouth. "This is so cool!" she thought. "My dream is coming true!" Brian was now completely inflamed. He hugged Danielle with all his strength. Forgetting that he was embracing a little girl, he mashed his mouth onto hers so hard that their teeth ground together. He sucked Danielle's tongue into his mouth as far as it would go, and thrust his hand all the way up her skirt, where he could feel her little slit -lips opening under her soaking wet panties. Danielle wiggled her hips, trying to hump his hand. Brian caught her rhythm, gently pressing down on her crotch as she thrust upward. Sharon - never so happy as when matchmaking - nibbled a cookie and watched the passionate couple with a smile. "I guess they've lost interest in milk and cookies," she thought. Brian withdrew from the kiss and looked at Danielle's sweet face, now twisted into a grimace of passion. Inexperienced though he was, he knew that Danielle would come soon. He stroked her pussy faster and listened as her girlish moans and sighs escalated. Abruptly she bit his neck, and screamed as if in agony. Then she went still, lying limply in his arms. Brian held her soft, warm body gently, as if she were a kitten. He kissed the top of her head over and over. "Way to go, Krakow," said Sharon approvingly. "I mean, like, well done." Brian looked up, startled. He had utterly forgotten Sharon's presence. "You... you think so?" he asked. "I'm like, not that experienced or anything. I mean with girls. But I have a strong theoretical foundation..." Sharon rolled her eyes. "Yeah, bet your strong foundation's under your pants." ****************************** Part 4B Danielle, sighing with contentment, sat up in Brian's lap. "I'm really hungry!" she exclaimed. "Have a cookie," offered Sharon. Brian grabbed the cookie from Sharon's hand. "Yes, sweet one, have a cookie," he murmured. And he held the cookie to Danielle's mouth. Slowly, she nibbled at it. When she had finished the cookie, Danielle jumped off Brian's lap. "Hey Brian, Sharon taught me something today. Want to see ? " "OK. What'd she teach you?" "How to give a SNOW JOB!! " Danielle replied. She sank to her knees and crawled between Brian's legs. Sharon chuckled. "Go ahead, show him! And remember, start slowly..." "A 'snow job..?' " Brian looked puzzled. Awkwardly, but with determination, Danielle fumbled with the button of Brian's pants. She got it open and quickly unzipped his fly, then pulled down the waistband of his shorts. Brian's raging hard-on flopped into view. Brian raised hit butt a bit as Danielle pulled his pants and shorts down to his knees. Danielle took Brian's tool in her little hand and studied it, fascinated. "It's so *hard!* " she thought. She closed her eyes and kissed the tip gingerly. Encouraged by Brian's sigh of pleasure, she kissed the head more firmly, then pressed her lips to the shaft and rubbed her mouth against the shaft, moving slowly downward. When she reached the root she stuck her tongue out and licked her way back up to the tip. Brian moaned as he watched her . He could barely prevent himself from blasting his load all over her little pink tongue. Danielle let go of his pud; she lowered her head and rubbed her cheek against his right thigh, moving slowly downward. When she reache his knee, she switched to the other thigh, covering it with long, lingering tongue-kisses. Slowly, she kissed and licked her way up to his crotch. Grabbing his cock again, she stroked it while licking his balls. "I'm probably breaking like 14 different laws," thought Brian, smiling to himself. Danielle raised her head, took a deep breath, and drew her lips in over her teeth, as she'd been taught. Slowly, she swallowed the head of Brian's boner, wiggling her tongue against the shaft. Brian, grabbing the back of Danielle's head, couldn't believe what was happening. Danielle, responding to the pressure of Brian's hands, did her best to cram his whole erection into her small pre-teen mouth. She loved how hot and hard his dick felt in her mouth; she loved how it tasted; and she loved Brian. Her soft lips moved ever further down the shaft; she didn't stop even when she felt the tip of his pud poking into her throat. She was a stubborn child. Brian's hands pulled her back, just as she was about to gag. Slowly, she withdrew until the tip almost popped out of her mouth. Brian thrust upward, and she began to slowly suck him in again. Soon she learned to follow his rhythm. Her head bobbed up and down, guided by his hands, faster and faster. Danielle's hands moved up and down his body as far as she could reach - up his thighs, over his hips and belly, back down, over and over... Sharon watched with interest. After all, she'd never seen a 12-year old virgin on her knees, sucking off a 15-year old virgin. Sharon was getting a little wet between the legs. "Krakow actually has a fairly good body..." she thought. Catching Brian's eye, she smiled. Brian smiled back dreamily, then resumed watching the 12-year-old who knelt before him, cheeks caved in as she sucked his cock with abandon. He'd never felt this good on his pathetic life. Soon he'd lose control.... "Danielle..." he panted, "I'm going to come soon...can I come in your mouth?" Brian was always polite. "Mmmmmmmm.....hmmmmmm." assented Danielle. And she began to move her head back and forth furiously, as Sharon had instructed her. "I wonder what it tastes like?" thought Danielle. She felt Brian's fingers digging into her scalp, and heard him scream. Seconds later, she had her answer. She felt a throbbing pulsation in his shaft, and suddenly a stream of hot, sticky goo spurted onto her tongue. It had a salty, yet sweet taste. She liked it. "This is awesome!" she marvelled, as Brian's semen continued to shoot into her mouth and down her throat. She wanted to swallow every drop, but Brian had a huge load to drop, and he overwhelmed her small mouth. Soon a steady trickle of jism was leaking from her lips. Cum dribbled down the little girl's chin and splashed onto her knees. Brian, feeling his orgasm peak, rammed his wang into Danielle's sweet mouth one last time, making her gag a little. But she kept right on sucking. He sank back into his chair, his spurts now coming slower and growing weaker. He watched his semen drip down the chin of his newfound sweetheart, who continued to suck worshipfully as his pecker shrank. As Brian's climax ebbed, he relaxed his grip on Danielle's head and tenderly ran his fingers through her long blonde hair. "Finally..." he thought, . "An orgasm from actual female suction...." Danielle didn't want it to end, though. "Maybe if I keep sucking it will get big again," she thought. She sucked harder, but the boner in her mouth grew smaller and softer. Fianlly she gave up and let his dong pop out of her mouth. Tired but happy, she laid her head on Brian's knee. "That felt *so* good," said the satiated Brian. "I didn't tire you out, did I?" Sharon and Danielle both cracked up . "See? I *told* you !" laughed Sharon. "What?" said Brian, once more the clueless geek. He got up clumsily, pulling up his pants. "Never mind, Brian." Danielle murmured soothingly. Still on her knees, she hugged his leg and kissed his hand. Brian grabbed her hand, pulled her to her feet, and hugged her. Kissing her mouth, he tasted his own cum. He liked the taste, so he licked her lips and chin clean. "That tickles!" tittered Danielle. "I love you, Danielle." he whispered in her ear, very softly. "Me too," she whispered, euphoric. Sentimental Sharon's eyes grew wet. But she also noticed her pussy growing wet. "Hey Krakow..." she purred. "Do you have any good videos? Like maybe a Brad Pitt movie?" ****************************************** STAY TUNED FOR MORE "My SO-Called Sex Life!" from TINO & the CAT -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /