Message-ID: <5912eli$9711281519@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "ass.reposter" X-Good-Total-Length: yes Subject: RP: The Block (Best stories from my archive) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: gmezey@cms.khvm.hu MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; name="THEBLOCK.TXT" Content-Disposition: inline; filename="THEBLOCK.TXT" 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: <347D5DEC.73CE@hotmail.com> Subject: REPOST - Block (mff, teen, cons) Date: Mon, 11 Nov 1996 13:27:52 GMT From: ridge@ea.net (The Cruiser) THE FERRY DOCKS of the town of New Shoreham bustled with the latest wave of passengers to debark from the big, white boat from Point Judith. Gulls hovered overhead, their cries mixing with the noises of the busy, little harbor. The smell of the sea, blended with the enticing aromas from the many local, seafood establishments surrounding the port of entry wafted our way. The waterfront of Old Harbor, now littered with hundreds of young sailors and their brightly colored gear, received a steady stream of flashy, regatta, support vans which issued from the deck of the big ferry as she sat tugging at her mooring lines. Taxis circled the wharf area like barracuda, searching for fares to the many hotels and historic inns on the tiny island. Block Island Race Week had begun. My good friend, Bill, and I, sea bags slung over our shoulders, strolled up the pier. Almost at once we spotted a group of people we recognized as 'Race Committee types' from our home town of Baltimore. "Hello, Geoff," I said jovially as I walked up to an old friend and extended my hand. "Good to see you up here. How the hell have you been?" "Can't complain," Geoff replied with a grin, taking my offered hand. How was your drive up?" "Smooth sailing," I said. "Seven to seven and a half hours tops, with no traffic to speak of. Hey, it sounds like we're in for a great week." "Sure does," Geoff said. "Weather reports are quite favorable." Geoff was to be our regatta meteorologist. "That's welcomed news," I said with a sigh of relief. "I understand the fog up here can be a real bitch when it wants to be." "Gentlemen, what's shakin'? Hi, Geoff," my buddy, Bill said as he joined the two of us. "Not a lot, Bill. It's been quite awhile. How have you been?" Geoff answered cordially. "Great, Geoff. Thanks. Hey, it looks like the local 'scenery' is out in full force," my buddy said nodding in the direction of a tight set of buns attached to two great looking legs. "Easy does it, William," I chided good naturedly. "Remember, we've got work to do." "Oh, you stodgy, old, race officers are all alike," Bill feigned protest. "Always work, work, work. You must be getting old, Rick," My friend said with a shit eating grin. "I'm not over the hill yet," I countered with a chuckle. "But on a clear day, I can see the summit." We all guffawed knowingly. If the truth be known, my blond hair and medium build belie my forty-six years of age. At five feet, eleven inches tall and one hundred sixty-six pounds, I have never been anything other than fit. I spend a lot of days on the water, running championship, sailing races around the world. Consequently, I have a solid tan from many hours in the sun. All in all, not bad for an 'old fart', in my humble opinion. "Well, gentlemen, let's go find the Regatta 'HQ'. Bill, will you see if you can hail us a cab. I expected the regatta organizers to be good enough to meet us at the boat, but it appears we are on our own," I shrugged, casting my gaze about at the general melee going on around us. "No problem. Be right back," Bill replied with a smile. Bill is a great guy to have on your team in an event of this caliber. Not only is he a good and trusted friend, but he is also an extremely, capable race officer in his own right. Bill managed to secure a cab in short order, and soon the crew was headed for the regatta headquarters at Payne's Dock on the other side of the island. THERE WAS NO QUESTION in our minds that we had arrived at the right place as we climbed from the old station wagon which served as a taxi, into an even greater degree of bedlam than we had recently left behind at Old Harbor. Payne's Dock was absolute pandemonium. There were hundreds of people hauling sundry pieces of sailing gear in every conceivable direction while trying not to interfere with the crews who were attempting to set up several large tents. Then there were the sailors themselves, each equipped with the requisite bottle of Heinekin, all suitably smashed and ready to hunker down and get rowdy. Intermingled with the competitors were the women. Some were there to sail, but the vast majority were there to party. "Bow Bunnies", we refer to them as in the trade. "Come along, William," I said as I was forced on more than one occasion to take my good friend by the arm to steer him back on course as he strayed after first one cute babe then another. "Jesus! I'm in heaven!" Bill said laughing as he leered after one particularly luscious little number who seemed, by her glance, to have taken a casual interest in him. "Later," I said in a mock tone of exasperation. "There will be more than enough time for fun and games after we check in with the 'Grand Poobahs'." "Oh, alright. Lead on, my captain," my buddy said with big grin. "But I'm comin' back for that one." We managed to thread our way through the tumultuous crowds and soon found ourselves in the main, regatta office. After numerous introductions and lots of general bullshit, we were finally able to get started sorting out our assigned equipment. Most of my staff had yet to arrive, so Bill, Geoff and I were left to ourselves to inventory the huge assortment of radios, hand-held GPS receivers, flags, course boards and various other signaling devices. After what seemed like hours, we finally had most everything in order. I indicated to my compadres that I needed to have words with the Regatta Chairman and would meet up with the two of them in an hour or so. Geoff mentioned that he was going over to the meteorology room to do some preliminary work ups for tomorrow, and Bill would no doubt be heading for the "Mount Gay Rum" tent and the blond he'd spied earlier. We parted company. After a brief search of the busy, office area I managed to find the "Head Honcho." "Scott," I called over the crowd to the regatta chairman, who was at the moment fending off some 'press types'. "Got a minute?" "Sure, Rick," he replied with a grateful raise of his eyebrows. He politely disengaged himself from the two local news persons and scurried my way. "What can I do for you? And if I haven't mentioned it before now, my apologies, but I want to tell you how much we appreciate you and your crew traveling all this way to help us out." "No problem, my friend," I replied with a smile. "Glad to do it. It's always a pleasure." "So, what can I help you with?" Scott asked as he glanced over his shoulder at the mass confusion going on in the crowded room. "Well, first off, I'd like to see my committee boat. Then I'm going to need assistance in getting all the gear distributed to the various support boats, and will probably need some help rigging the main boat once I've had a chance to look her over." Scott's brow furrowed slightly as he began to reply. "Whoa!" I said with a smile. "Don't get yourself all worked up. I know you're busy as hell, so just point me in the direction of my boat, and we'll worry about the details later." "Great," Scott said with a sigh of relief. "Your boat's name is 'Venturer', and she is currently tied up on 'C' Dock, just past the biggest tent. "No problem," I said. "I can find that." "Wonderful," Scott replied, glancing anxiously at the big, paper strewn counter behind him. "And I promise to get you some help with the rest of your gear in the next hour or so." "No sweat, Scott. Go take care of business, and I'll see you later." I shook his hand, then left the jabber and noise of the busy office behind as I strolled once again out to the docks, feeling very grateful that I was not in charge of this rodeo. I FOUND "C" DOCK without a problem. As I walked out the long dock, I found myself admiring the many beautiful, thoroughbred, racing machines that bobbed in their slips like race horses in the starting gate. These were "Rich Boys Toys". Several boats I passed, I'm sure cost in excess of 'half a mil'. I strolled on, when suddenly, my eye was torn from the spectacle of the expensive, racing boats by a lovely set of long legs swinging aimlessly from the overhead deck of a large sport fisherman. "Hey, sailor. New in town?" a melodic voice chimed as I looked up to see an extremely attractive, young girl sitting at the aft end of the bridge deck of the big boat. She gave a clear, sweet laugh as I glanced quickly around in an attempt to discover who this lovely, young creature was addressing. I looked back her way with a quizzical smile, then pointed to my chest and raised my eyebrows as if to say, "Me?" "That's right, I mean you. Looking for something?" "Uhh, yes, I, uhh..." "My name's Weatherly," the young girl said as she swung those lovely legs around, then climbed down the nearby ladder to the cockpit. "Uhh, Hi. I'm Rick and I'm, uhh. I'm looking for the, uhh, for the 'Venturer'. I could barely speak I was so stunned by the beauty of this young girl. Again, the clear laugh. Then, with a coy smile, the young beauty pointed down to the stern of the boat. "Venturer" The name was emblazoned in big, gold letters on the wide, mahogany transom. "Looks like you found it," she said with a little giggle. "Yeah, I guess so. Permission to come aboard?" I asked as my wits slowly returned to me. "You bet," the young girl replied as she jumped gracefully up on the narrow stern deck and stepped across to the dock. "Let me give you a hand with your stuff," she said as she took my canvass brief case. I swear, I felt an almost electric sensation race up my arm as her hand touched mine. Once we were both safely aboard, I turned to the young girl and said, "So, Weatherly is it? That's an unusual name, but very pretty." "My Dad named me after a boat he once owned," she said with a shy smile. "Some of my friends tease me about it, but I don't let it bother me," she continued with a little shrug. "Well, your friends should know better than to tease such a lovely, young girl. I think your name is very becoming. Your father obviously has a good eye for beauty in both boats and women." Weatherly blushed, then said excitedly, "You really think so?" She reached out and took my arm in both her small hands. Again, electricity. "Absolutely," I said giving her a warm smile. A moment of silence followed in which I managed to take in the beauty of the young girl before me. Weatherly had large, dark eyes set in a majestic, oval face, framed by shining, dark, brown hair that hung nearly to her hips. Her complexion was smooth and tan. She had obviously spent time on the water, because she had that healthy, mariner's glow about her. I estimated her age at eighteen or nineteen. I then found myself gazing, transfixed into her deep, dark eyes. "Hello?" I heard her voice. "Are you still with me?" the young girl chided playfully as I slowly came back to Earth. "Yeah, I, uhh." I fell silent. Weatherly gave me a discerning smile, then said, "Come on, I'll introduce you to my Dad." As she gave my arm a little squeeze, then playfully bumped me with her shoulder, I caught a whiff of her intoxicating scent, causing my head to swim. 'What was it about this girl?' I asked myself, not for the last time. Weatherly released my arm, then turning quickly, she walked into the main, cabin door, but not before my eyes locked onto her swaying hips. Weatherly was a tall girl. I estimated about 5'- 9" approximately. She had a beautiful figure with broad shoulders, an incredibly slim waist and wide hips with a perfect, little ass. Her breasts were on the small side, but filled a more than adequate amount of space behind her white polo shirt. Weatherly's most attractive feature, other than her stunning face, in my opinion, were her long, slender legs. They seemed to go on forever. "Coming?" she said turning back toward me with a smile. Caught gaping again. 'Damn!' I thought. 'I really need to get past this distraction and concentrate on the job at hand.' That would not prove to be easy. Then my day dream was once again broken, this time by a man's voice. "Welcome aboard! Name's Ben Lewis," the big man said as he stuck out his hand. "Rick Gordon," I said lamely, taking his offered hand, my eye followed the lovely, young Weatherly as she took a seat on the settee along the starboard side of the big cabin. "I see you've met my daughter," the man said as he followed my gaze. Weatherly gave us a big smile. "Yes, we've met," I replied as I attempted to return to business. "Weatherly is first mate aboard 'Venturer'," Ben Lewis said. "She was actually born on this boat and knows her from stem to stern. Don't hesitate to call on her if there is anything you want." I glanced from her father to the young girl to catch what appeared to be a wink and sly smile. "Great," I replied with a gulp. The three of us spent the next couple of hours getting our gear squared away and equipment set up. Weatherly was indeed a capable crew person, and proved to be an enormous help. I couldn't help but notice, however, that during the course of our preparations, she kept bumping into me, seemingly by accident. Each time this occurred, the beautiful girl gave me a cunning, little smile. When all was in readiness, I bade Captain Lewis good evening. As I stepped across to the dock, I heard Weatherly's voice from above. "See you in the morning, I hope," she said smiling down at me from her perch on the bridge deck. As I looked up, I was once again taken captive by her beauty. "Y...yeah, see ya!" I stammered. I turned and walked away down the dock, slowly shaking my head. I WAS UP AT DAWN the following morning and charged with a nervous excitement as I considered the week to come. After a hearty breakfast with Geoff and Bill at Aldo's Bakery, the three of us headed to Payne's Dock. 'Let the games begin,' I thought as our taxi pulled up in front of the regatta site. "OK, gentlemen, let's have at it. Bill, would you please make sure the weather mark boat is fueled and ready, and let's be sure to do a radio check before we leave the dock." "Done," Bill said as he hurried away. "Geoff, I suppose you'll need to get the latest from the weather boys?" "I'm on it, boss," Geoff said good naturedly as he headed off into the crowd that was already forming. "I'll be on the main committee boat," I called after them. "If you need me, call me on the radio on bravo freq.." I saw Geoff raise a hand in affirmation before I turned for "C" Dock. "Ahoy, 'Venturer'," I called as I stepped down into the cockpit of the big cruiser. "Good morning," Ben Lewis said looking down from the bridge. "You can stow your personal gear in the main saloon. If you need me for anything, I'll be up here for awhile." "Thanks, Ben," I said as I crossed the deck to the cabin door. I stuck my head inside and looked around quickly, feeling strangely nervous for some reason. Seeing the cabin empty, I stepped in and proceeded to stow my stuff under the nav table. "Good morning," a soft voice said from directly behind me. Startled, I rose quickly and turned. There stood Weatherly, dressed in a shear night gown that came about halfway down her thighs. My mouth dropped open, but I was totally lost for words. Before I could react, the beautiful, young girl stepped forward and gave me a big hug, pressing her warm body against me and nuzzling her face against my shoulder. I became dizzy as the warm scent of the sleepy, young girl washed over me. "Weatherly, I don't think..." I stammered as I raised my arms over my head to avoid touching her. "Your father might not..." "Hushhh," she cut me off as she hugged me tighter. "But your father is right up above," I persisted, nervously looking around the cabin. "I know," Weatherly said softly as she turned her lovely face up to me. "He'll be up there for hours unless we call him down." I could feel her warm breath against my lips as she moved closer still. As I slowly lowered my hands to my sides, Weatherly took my wrists and pulled my arms around her waist. She held my hands against the small of her back as she gazed up at me with those intoxicating eyes. I felt her firm, warm skin through the flimsy satin-like material of her nightie. "Weatherly, I think we, mmmmppphh!" Without warning, the young girl locked her warm mouth over mine. My eyes flew open, and I began to struggle weakly as I felt her tongue play over my lips and teeth. Because she was a strong, young girl, coupled with the unexpected nature of her advance, I was unable, for a time, to break her hold on me. Finally I managed to bring my hands to her shoulders, then pushing her way, I said breathlessly, "Weatherly, please! If your father catches us like this, he will surely throw me off this boat, and that would not go well with the regatta organizers, I can assure you." Weatherly said nothing. She simply gave me a devilish, little grin, then turned and disappeared down the companionway to her cabin below. I stood, shell shocked, for quite awhile before finally getting my shit together enough to step back out into the cockpit. I glanced up to the bridge fearfully, expecting to come face to face with a very angry father, but noticed that Ben Lewis had his back to me, and appeared to be concentrating on his navigational equipment. 'Thank god!' I thought as I wiped a hand across my face and mouth. 'Get a hold of yourself, Rick,' my scrambled brain prompted. Then I was jolted back to reality when someone jumped down heavily into the cockpit of 'Venturer'. "We're all set with the 'Weather gods'," Geoff said with a grin. "I put in an order for ten to fifteen knots of wind out of the north west." "Great, I'm glad to hear you still have some pull with the deities that matter," I said as my wits returned. "Where are the rest of the inmates?" "Bill was over on the weather mark boat a minute ago. He told me to let you know that we have been assigned ten volunteers to put wherever we need them." "Hallelujah!" I said raising my hands to the sky. "Let's get them assigned and get outta here. The warning signal is at 1000 hrs." ALL WENT WELL out on the race course that day. We managed to get in the required number of races with no undo delays and no serious problems. Throughout the day, Weatherly kept close to me. Every time I turned around, it seemed the lovely, young girl was nearby. She was very attentive to my needs with regards to race management. She also strove to care for me personally during the day, by bringing me soft drinks, or food, or whatever I desired, within reason. She did not, however, even hint at the intimate incident we had shared earlier in the day. It was during the trip back to the beach that Weatherly began to maneuver herself closer to me at every opportunity. When I took a seat on the long settee in the great cabin, she sat right next to me, making sure that her leg pressed against mine. I looked around nervously at my team mates, hoping that they would not become aware of the young girl's advances. As we all chatted about the events of the day, Weatherly never missed a chance to laugh at one of my witticisms, placing her hands on my leg or arm and leaning her warm body against me. Besides making me extremely self-conscious, the young beauty's attentions were beginning to turn me on. I found myself becoming more and more aware of her scent. The smell of her sweet breath. The feeling of her soft hair when she leaned her head against my shoulder. Her hands burned right through my clothing when she touched me. That was one giddy boat ride! AS CAPTAIN BEN backed the 'Venturer' into her slip, I noticed another young girl waiting on the dock, a backpack slung over one shoulder. "Hi, Kate," Weatherly called from the foredeck as she expertly handled the bow lines. The young girl on the dock waved happily. Kate was a bit shorter than Weatherly and appeared to be a few years younger. She had dark, blond hair which framed an attractive, somewhat impish face. Her small figure was nicely displayed by her blue jeans and tight, little, tank top. Her smallish breasts were well defined beneath the smooth cotton of her blouse. I noticed Kate was not wearing a bra. The captain shut down 'Venture's' engines, and silence reigned for a brief moment. The majority of my team debarked almost immediately, anxious to get to the rum tent. I was left standing in the cockpit when suddenly Weatherly slipped up beside me and placed her arm in mine. "Kate, this is Rick," Weatherly beamed up at her little friend. "Rick, meet Kate." Weatherly pressed her body against mine as she hugged my arm. "Uhh, Hi, Kate," said a bit uncomfortably as I quickly glanced over my shoulder to the bridge above. Ben Lewis was nowhere in sight. "Hi," Kate said shyly as she stepped across to the stern deck. I instinctively reached my hand to help her as she stepped aboard. The little blond blushed hotly as she placed her tiny hand in mine. Weatherly's arm circled my waist. As her friend jumped lightly down into the cockpit, Weatherly gave me a hug, then leaned her head against my shoulder. "Isn't he a dream?" the enchanting, dark haired girl at my side said to her little friend. Kate stared at the deck, saying nothing. "Kate's always been a little shy at first," Weatherly offered. "But once you get to know her, she's a great kid." "Kid!" Kate countered in a hurt voice. "I'm only two years younger than you Weatherly!" "And how old are you, Kate? If you don't mind my asking." I queried. "I'm thirteen and a half," the young girl answered proudly. 'Oh my God!' I thought as my mouth fell open. I glanced down at Weatherly who stood smiling happily beside me. 'That makes Weatherly only fifteen!' my brain shouted. Thoughts of hard jail time, and possibly becoming the constant companion of a large, black man named Bubba raced through my head. "Ahhh, I think I'd better get up to headquarters," I said hoarsely as I pried Weatherly off my arm. "Nice to meet you, Kate." Without another word, I grabbed my brief case, jumped over to the pier and walked quickly toward the office building, one phrase resounding in my mind, "Oh shit, Oh shit, Oh shit!" THE PARTY under the big tent that evening went on until the wee hours, but being a reasonably responsible race officer, I called it quits at around 10:00 PM. I consumed just enough Mount Gay to effectively anesthetize the panicky feelings I was experiencing over the incident with Weatherly. So when I arrived at my hotel, I had plans to go straight to bed. When I reached into my trouser pocket for my room key, I found it missing. 'That's funny,' I thought through the rum buzz. 'I know I had it this morning. I think?' After a quick trip to the front desk, I secured another key, let myself into my room, somehow managed to get undressed, then crashed. I awoke with a start. Had something touched my face? I held my breath and listened in the pitch, dark, hotel room. Nothing. I was about to drift off again, when the bed creaked. "What the fuck!" I shouted as I leapt from the bed, knocking the lamp off the bed stand in the process. "Who the hell's in here?" I hissed, my heart pounding in my chest. I thought I heard a familiar giggle. 'Oh no!' I thought. "Weatherly? Is that you?" I heard the bed creak once again, then the soft sound of bare feet hitting the floor. I stood very still, not really certain what to do next. "Weatherly, if that's you, then say something!" I insisted. I caught a whiff of her sweet scent just before her arms circled my waist and her warm body pressed against mine. "Weatherly. Jesus Christ! What in the hell are you doing here?" I whispered as I tried to peel her arms from around my waist. "I want to be with you," she murmured as she fought to maintain her hold on me. "What?" I said in shocked disbelief. "Weatherly, I'm forty-six years old!" "I don't care," she whined softy. Then, before I knew it, her arms were around my neck, and her tender mouth covered mine. Her warm tongue shot into my mouth when I opened it to protest. I put up a brief, half-hearted struggle, but the next thing I knew, my arms circled the young girl's narrow waist, and I began to kiss her back, chasing her supple tongue with mine. I was forty-six, not dead, so almost immediately, my dick began to get hard. Being dressed only in my jockey shorts, I became self-conscious right away and tried to push Weatherly away. "Weatherly, we can't do this! Listen, sit down on the bed, please." I guided her in what I hoped was the direction of the bed. When I felt her sit, I knelt and began to feel around on the floor for the downed lamp. I managed to return it to the bedside table, then switched it on. The lovely, young girl sat before me dressed in jeans and a baggy, grey sweatshirt. "Why don't you want me?" she insisted. "Don't you think I'm pretty?" "Of course, Weatherly. I think you're beautiful, and I'm very flattered that you would want me, but you're only fifteen years old." "Fifteen and a half," she countered immediately. "OK, fifteen and a half. But Weatherly, there are laws against this kind of thing. If we're caught, I'll go to jail in a heart beat." "But no one has to know," she persisted. "My dad was sound asleep when I left the boat, and he sleeps like a rock when we're at the dock. He won't wake up until sunrise, and that's hours from now. No one will know," she said confidently, pleadingly. "But I'm a grown man," I countered, my resistance beginning to crumble. "Wouldn't you be happier with boys your own age, Weatherly?" "No way!" she said vehemently. "They're just boys. They're all hands and feet, and they're so clumsy. I want my first lover to be experienced and gentle." "Your first lover?" I gulped around the big lump that suddenly formed in my throat. "You mean, you're a virgin?" I asked, feeling my heart rate increase. "Well, yeah," she replied defensively. "I mean, I'm not totally uncool, though. I've had boys feel around a little, and I've touched a coc... a penis before." She blushed hotly with that admission. Then she glanced down at the bulge in my jockeys and smiled impishly. "It looks like part of you likes me anyway." "Jesus, Weatherly! This is crazy!" I said turning away, trying to hide my partial erection from the young girl's gaze. Then I sat down on the other end of the bed. "No it's not," she giggled. The next thing I knew, Weatherly bounced down the length of the bed and ducked her head under my arm. She flicked her hot, little tongue over one of my nipples causing me to gasp, then began to kiss my chest softly, her long hair spilling onto my knees like a warm blanket. "Weatherly," I cried taking her by the shoulders and sitting her up beside me. "If you keep this up, we are both going to end up doing something we might regret." "Do you really think so?" the young beauty said smiling at me as she flipped her dark hair over her shoulders. "I really want you to make love to me. I want you to teach me. Show me everything you know about sex," she said enthusiastically. "But Weatherly, I..." Just then, my heart stopped as the beautiful, young girl grabbed the tail of her baggy sweatshirt and pulled it quickly over her head. Her long, dark hair spilled down over her shoulders to frame her bare breasts. My mouth fell open once again as I gazed at those two perfect mounds of flesh not two feet in front of me. They were firm and white and tipped with tiny, dark nipples that pointed at me with a slight, upward angle. "Like 'em?" Weatherly asked with a giggle, causing her little breasts to jiggle enticingly. I looked up into her sparkling eyes and said, "Oh, Weatherly, they are indeed magnificent." Smiling, she got up from the bed and stepped in front of me, her thighs pressing against my knees. "Please teach me," she asked softly, her big eyes deep and sexy. My resolve crumbled as I stood, taking Weatherly by the shoulders. Her skin was incredibly soft and warm, and she shivered slightly at my touch on her bare skin. I held the young girl out at arms length and gazed into her innocent, dark eyes. "We shouldn't do this," I repeated softly as I brought one hand to her cheek. Weatherly's eyes sparkled as I softly rubbed my thumb across her tender, pink lips. Her hand came up to her other cheek, and she blushed hotly, forcing a shy smile. Although she was trying to act bold and grown up, Weatherly was still just a little girl. I would have to remind myself of that fact on more than one occasion before this night was through. Carefully, I applied just a tiny amount of pressure, causing the tip of my thumb to slip between her lips. I rubbed side to side across her smooth, white teeth once or twice until they parted slightly, allowing me access to the warm interior of her mouth. Weatherly's hand flew to my wrist as the tip of my thumb entered her mouth. A startled expression crossed her innocent features as she inhaled quickly. I said nothing, but smiled reassuringly as slowly the young teen's lips closed around my exploring thumb. I moved it in and out of Weatherly's mouth as she began to suck gently, the tip of her supple tongue beginning to explore my intruding digit. I continued to gaze into her dark eyes, as I slipped my thumb from between her lips, then moved my hand behind her neck, pulling her slowly toward me. As our bodies drew closer, Weatherly brought a restraining hand to my chest to prevent her breasts from meeting my skin. An anxious look from her, another warm smile from me, and her hand dropped to her side as I pulled her warm body against me. Weatherly's dark eyes quickly searched mine as I moved my lips toward hers. She then willingly parted her soft lips as my mouth covered hers. Her tongue was first to enter my mouth. "Mmmmmmm," sighed the young beauty as our mouths and bodies pressed together for the first time. I closed my eyes and kissed the young girl slowly and gently, my head spinning as her fresh scent invaded my very soul. I was, at that moment, well beyond reason. All plans and worries drifted away as my senses were consumed by the heat radiating from Weatherly's body and by the soft power of her mouth against mine. My arms circled her shoulders as I felt hers move around my waist. We remained locked in a strong embrace for several moments, until at last, I pulled my mouth from hers, saying breathlessly, "Wow! I had forgotten what a kiss could be like." Weatherly's eyes had been closed, but they fluttered open as our lips parted and she gazed up at me, her white teeth sparkling between slightly parted lips. I noticed immediately that her face and neck were flushed a deep shade of pink. Without a sound, the young girl glanced down then placed her forehead against my shoulder. I felt her small breasts against my chest, her tiny nipples firm against my skin. A moment later, Weatherly looked up at me once again. "Teach me," she said. I barely knew where to begin. Many moons had passed since I had last been with a virgin, let alone a fifteen year old virgin. I suddenly felt very old and clumsy, and began to falter. Weatherly, somehow sensing my discomfort, brought her tender lips to mine once again. Her hand circled behind my neck and she pulled me close, kissing me passionately. The fire in my loins was renewed almost instantly, and I proceeded without further thought or hesitation. I disengaged myself from Weatherly's warm embrace, then sat down on the bed, pulling her forward until her thighs again touched my knees. "You're sure?" I asked softly as I gazed up at the sweet teenager. "Uh huh," Weatherly replied with a shy smile, nodding her head in confirmation. Without further comment, I reached for the button at the waist of her tight, blue jeans. Instinctively, Weatherly backed away slightly as her hands flew to my wrists. I paused looking up at her questioningly. She smiled nervously, then pressed her thighs back against my knees as she released her grip on my wrists and allowed her hands to fall back to her sides. Carefully, I unfastened the bronze button of her jeans while maintaining full eye contact with the trusting, young girl. My finger tips grazed the top of the elastic waist band of her panties as I reached one hand just inside the waist band of her jeans, feeling the smooth, hot skin of her tender belly against the backs of my fingers. With the other hand, I slowly unzipped her zipper. Next, I grasped the waist of Weatherly's blue jeans with both hands and slowly drew them over her hips, down her slender thighs to come to rest in a pile on top of her bare feet. Weatherly shivered once again, then instinctively placed one hand on my shoulder as I leaned down to help her to step out of her pants. Glancing up, I asked, "You OK?" "I.. I guess so," the young girl said. "I'm a little nervous, though." Weatherly gave a fleeting smile, before lowering her gaze. "If at any time you want me to stop, just say so, OK? I promise I won't ask you to do anything that you are uncomfortable with." I assured the slightly anxious, young girl. "I'm OK," she replied gamely. "I trust you." My gaze left Weatherly's shining, dark eyes and slowly traveled down the length of her magnificent, young body. My mouth watered as I contemplated how her erect, little nipples would feel beneath my tongue. My eyes continued down across Weatherly's firm, flat abdomen to her tummy which bulged ever so slightly between her prominent hip bones. Strung over those hip bones were two tiny strings of her white, bikini style panties that connected to a small patch of satiny material covering the enticing bulge of the treasure that lay hidden beneath. I placed my hands on Weatherly's warm hips, then turned her slowly to face away from me. She glanced back over her shoulder as I began to rub my exploring hands over the smooth satin that covered her plump, little butt. The young girl smiled down at me sweetly, then began to sway her hips, pressing her ass against my hands. I squeezed and kneaded her little ass cheeks with my hands while studying her facial expressions for any signs of anxiety. Seeing none, I moved my hands to her hips and continued to massage gently. "Still OK with this?" I whispered. "Uh huh," Weatherly said somewhat breathlessly. "You feel really nice." She smiled again, her eyes sparkling with a sexy luster. "So do you, Weatherly. Remember, stop me if I go too far." She nodded. Slowly I moved my hands down the outsides of Weatherly's firm thighs, softly caressing her smooth, warm skin. Upon reaching her knees, I slipped one hand between her legs, then began the trip up the inside of one of her thighs. When I felt her begin tremble and become a bit unsteady on her feet, I stopped. "Have you ever been touched like this before, Weatherly?" I asked. "N.. No," she stammered anxiously. "Do you like what I'm doing?" "I.. I think so. It's just that it makes me feel so strange right here." She placed a hand on her tummy just below the waist band of her panties. "Don't worry," I told the innocent, young girl. "It get's much better. The sensations you are feeling may seem foreign at first, but I promise you, Weatherly, they are perfectly natural. It's OK for you to feel a little scared. Just remember, I won't hurt you. I promise," I assured her sincerely. "I know," the sweet girl said. "I'm sorry if I'm a little tense. This is all pretty new to me, being almost naked with a man and all." "That's OK, honey," I said with a warm smile. "Just try to relax as best you can. You'll really like what I am going to show you. I promise." Weatherly nodded gamely. "I'm going to be touch your pussy now, OK?" The young beauty blushed hotly, then looked away. I began once again to stroke the inside of Weatherly's firm thigh as I slowly moved my other hand to her hip to steady her. "Does it bother you when I talk about your pussy, Weatherly?" I asked as innocently as I could. "A little," she replied. "Look at me, sweetheart," I said. "I need to see your pretty face, so that I'll know if I'm pleasing you." As I continued to massage her inner thigh, Weatherly slowly looked back my way, then tried to smile. She looked pretty nervous. "Just try to relax, Weatherly." I prompted. "We will need to be able to refer to our body parts without embarrassment if we are going to tell each other what feels good and what doesn't." I explained. "Earlier you told me that you had touched a boy's penis, but you started to call it something else. What was it you started to say, honey?" I asked. Again, Weatherly blushed and looked away. "Look at me, honey, and tell me what you call a penis. I know you know the word I'm looking for." Weatherly looked back at me hesitantly, then said almost inaudibly, "A cock." "What, baby? What did you touch?" I paused my rubbing momentarily. "I touched his cock," Weatherly replied hesitantly. "That's right, honey," I said smiling as I went back to rubbing her thigh. I inched my hand up ever so slightly. "You touched a boy's cock. That's what we are going to call it from now on, OK?" She nodded. "Good. Now, as I mentioned earlier, in a minute, I'm going to touch your pussy." Weatherly tensed up immediately, pressing her thighs together on my hand. "Don't you want me to touch you?" I squeezed her thigh gently. "I.. I guess." "OK then, baby. In order for me to do that, you're going to have to spread your legs a little. Do you think you could do that for me, Weatherly?" "Now?" she asked nervously. "Well, yeah, honey. If you want me to continue. If you want me to stop, just say so." "N.. No," she stammered. "But..." "But, what, honey?" I asked as softly as possible, considering how aroused I had become. My blood was hammering in my ears, and my cock could have punched a hole in a cinder block just then with no trouble at all. "Is it gonna hurt?" Weatherly whined plaintively. "No, baby. It's not gonna hurt. You'll like it, I promise. Now spread your legs a little for me." Gingerly, young Weatherly Lewis moved one of her feet to one side, releasing the lock she had on my hand with her thighs. As they parted, I felt her moist, female heat radiate down to my hand. My heart raced as I moved my hand slowly up Weatherly's inner thigh. Ever so gently, I allowed the side of my hand to contact the smooth, warm satin covering her pussy. Weatherly jumped noticeable, but I carefully restrained her with my other hand on her hip. I held my hand perfectly still saying soothingly, "Relax, baby." The young teen was very hot down there. "Has anyone else ever touched your pussy before, Weatherly?" I asked as I applied the slightest pressure up against the warm bulge in her panties, then allowed my thumb to slide up and rest over the crack of her ass. "Uh uh," she gasped shaking her head as she again began to tremble. "Relax, honey. Everything's gonna be just fine. I plan to make this night wonderful for both of us, OK?" "Uh huh," she nodded. Slowly I began to rub the edge of my hand back and forth between the young girl's thighs, feeling the soft rasping of her pubic hair against the inside of the satin panel of her panties. I marveled at the resilience of her full, pussy lips as they pressed back against my hand. I pressed my thumb slowly between her ass cheeks and said, "Look at me, sweetheart and tell me how that feels." "It... ohhhhhhhhh," Weatherly moaned as a big shiver ran the length of her taught frame. "That's right, honey. Just relax and concentrate on how good it feels down here." With that, I pushed my hand a little farther between her legs, pressing two finger tips up against the area where I knew her budding, little clitoris was hiding. Immediately, Weatherly's knees began to shake uncontrollably. Her thighs suddenly clamped tightly against my hand and she moaned repeatedly as her hips jerked spontaneously. "Ohh.. Ohh.. Ohh.." the sweet virgin cried softly as she fell back into my lap, gripped in the throws of her first orgasm. As Weatherly sat, I was forced to remove my hand from between her thighs, but I quickly reached around her waist, then forced my fingers between her tightly closed thighs to once again find the area of her pussy that brought her so much pleasure. As I rubbed her clitoral area through the soft satin of her panties, my other arm circled her narrow waist hugging her warm, trembling body against mine. Her little ass ground instinctively against my rock, hard cock, driving me totally nuts with lust. I pressed my face into the fall of her warm, fragrant hair inhaling her heavenly, young scent. When I felt Weatherly begin to relax, I carefully slipped from under her, then lay her back on the bed, her legs dangling off the edge of the big bed. After smiling briefly down at the adorable, young girl, I lay down beside her on my side, my head resting on my hand. "So, what do you think?" I asked with a soft smile. "Wow! What was that?" Weatherly asked innocently, her face and neck still hot and flushed. "You mean, your orgasm?" I replied, not believing what I was hearing. "Was that an orgasm?" the young virgin asked wide eyed. "Yeah it... You mean that was your first orgasm ever, Weatherly? You never touch yourself - touch your pussy, I mean?" The young girl looked away and said, "Well yeah I... but just a little. It never feels like that, though. I always get scared and stop." "Well, sweetheart," I said tenderly as I placed a hand to her soft cheek. "I will make sure that you experience as many orgasms as you want. Will that be OK with you, do you think?" I gave her a playful smile. "Kiss me again," young Weatherly asked, her eyes once again on fire. As I leaned over the beautiful teenager, I innocently placed my free hand on her warm tummy above the waistband of her panties. Our mouths met. I thrilled to see that Weatherly kept her eyes open as I began to kiss her passionately, my tongue making rapid sorties into the sweet interior of her mouth. One of Weatherly's arms was trapped between our bodies, but she quickly brought the other up around my neck. I felt her gentle fingers toying with the hair on the back of my head, what little there was left, as our mouths danced together, her clear, brown eyes blazing. "Mmmppphh," Weatherly puffed through her nose as I brought my left hand up to cup one of her firm breasts. Her tits were indeed as wonderful to touch as they were to look at, her tiny, erect nipples like soft steel beneath my exploring finger tips. Reluctantly, I pulled my mouth from hers, then leaned farther down to take one of those magnificent, little buds between my lips. At first I rolled her nipple from side to side between my lips, then sucked practically her entire little breast into my mouth, my tongue taking over at her nipple where my lips left off. "Ahhhh, yeah. Ohhh!" the teenage girl gasped. I suckled first one firm breast, then the other, swirling my tongue around the small, silky, smooth areolae. Weatherly arched her back up off the bed, pressing her chest against my hungry mouth. Meanwhile, my left hand was far from idle. Ever so slowly I moved it down her firm body, softly caressing her smooth skin as I went. At last I felt the soft, elastic band that marked the top of her panties. Carefully, I allowed my hand to venture out onto the smooth, warm satin. I raised my head up onto my supporting hand, then smiled down at my sweet, young companion. Weatherly's eyes widened a little when I first cupped her warm pussy, squeezing her gently. Her lips parted slightly exposing her perfect, white teeth, as a slightly quizzical expression graced her lovely face. I couldn't take my eyes away from the gorgeous, young girl beside me on the bed as I slowly rubbed her full, little pussy through the soft satin of her panties, gently tracing with one finger, the slight indentation between her vulva. Then slowly I moved my hand back to the waist band of her panties and pushed just the tips of my fingers beneath it. "Ready?" I whispered. Weatherly shivered, but gave me a little nod. I slipped my hand into heaven. "Ohhhhhhh," she sighed, then buried her face against my chest. Weatherly's pubic hair was as soft as down as my finger tips began their exploration. "Let me see your pretty face, baby," I whispered as I leaned down and kissed her on the cheek. Weatherly turned her face from my chest and looked back up at me, her eyes hazy and confused. Each time I pressed my finger tips against her pussy, she moaned softly. "Spread your legs a little for me, sweetheart. Weatherly rolled her head away, staring at the wall momentarily, then she looked back into my eyes and finally nodded pensively. She spread her legs. I leaned down, gave her a soft peck on the lips, then propped my head back up and gazed into her eyes as slipped my middle finger between the firm lips of her pussy and down into that magical, moist area we have all come to know and love. I noticed the teenager's tummy heave as my finger pushed between the delicate tissues of her labia. When I looked back to her lovely face, it was contorted as if in pain. "Are you still with me?" I asked as I slowly wiggled my finger over her soft, inner petals. "Yeah, I guess, but your finger's so rough," she whined softly. Now that she mentioned it, I noticed that young Weatherly was not very wet at all. I figured that her young age coupled with her natural anxiety over this first time experience with a man was the cause of her dryness. "I'm sorry, Weatherly. You'll have to forgive me at times too. It's been awhile." I smiled apologetically and was rewarded with a shy, return smile from the sweet girl beside me. I slipped my hand from inside her panties, then, licking my finger, I was about to return it to Weatherly's pussy when I noticed a look of disgust on her face. "What's wrong?" I asked. "You just licked your finger," she said. The same one that you just had in my..." "In your pussy?" I prompted. "Yeah," she said, wrinkling her pretty nose. "Say it, Weatherly. Where was my finger?" She hesitated, looking away. "In my pussy," she said finally. "That's better. Yes, my dear, you're right. I had my finger in your pussy and just now I pulled it out and licked it. You taste really good, Weatherly, I might add." The young girl's expression changed to one of disbelief. I had to remind myself once again that Weatherly was only fifteen and apparently completely inexperienced. I would need to proceed slowly so as not to alarm her. There was plenty of time left before dawn, although I expected to be one tired puppy the next day. The fact that young Weatherly was lying beside me in my bed almost completely naked, and that she would allow me to touch her at all was enough to send chills up and down my spine. We would warm each other up again later. "Weatherly, haven't you ever seen a girly magazine or an x-rated movie?" I asked the innocent, young girl. Her pretty face clouded over as she once again buried her face against my chest and whined, "You must think I'm a silly child who doesn't know anything. I just knew you wouldn't want me when you found out." She sobbed softly. "No, sweetheart," I responded tenderly as I stroked her smooth, dark hair. "That's not it at all. I just want to know what you do know and what you don't. Frankly, Weatherly, I find your innocence to be a real turn on." "You do?" she replied with a little sniffle as she looked up at me, and 'the sun came back out'. "Well," she replied shyly. "I did find a dirty magazine in a drawer in my Dad's cabin on 'Venturer' once," her expression more hopeful. "But I didn't really have much time to look through it. What I saw were mostly pictures of people... you know?" "People what, honey?" "You know, people together. Guys and women, with the guy on top. You know..." she looked up hesitantly." "People making love, Weatherly?" I asked with a gentle smile. "Uh huh," she said as she rolled toward me and snuggled against my chest. God! She was adorable! I rolled her back onto her back, then asked flatly, "Did you see any pictures of people doing things to each other with their mouths?" She became flustered, then answered, "Yes, I... I saw... I..." "It's OK, Weatherly. It's a perfectly natural thing to do," I said as reassuringly as I knew how. The young girl really didn't know much for a fifteen year old. 'Ben Lewis must be a little over protective of is beautiful, young daughter,' I mused. I really couldn't blame him. "When a man and a woman pleasure each other with their mouths it's called oral sex and trust me, Weatherly, it is quite pleasurable for all concerned. What a man does to a women is called cunnilingus, but we are going to call it eating pussy. What a woman does for a man is actually called fellatio, but for tonight and later on, we will refer to it as cock sucking. OK?" My instruction must have peeked the young girl's interest, because she quickly nodded her pretty head as she gazed up at me. "Good. Now, shall we get started again?" Again, Weatherly nodded. "Do you have any questions, so far? Any thing you are unsure of or want to ask me?" "Are we going to fu.. going to fu..." She took a deep breath. "Are we going to fuck tonight?" Weatherly asked wide eyed and excited. "Oh, I hope so, baby," I said with a warm smile. "I hope so." I leaned down and kissed Weatherly on the mouth. Immediately, I felt her supple, young body responded as she pulled me down to her, her tongue searching the interior of my mouth. We kissed fervently for several minutes, both of us quickly warming to the occasion. Weatherly seemed to have gained some confidence and took the lead for a time in our innocent love making. I fell over onto my back, pulling her on top of me. Her warm, wonderful, young body pressed down onto mine, causing fire to shoot through my loins. My head spun as I embraced her tightly, her warm, fragrant hair spilling over my face and shoulders. After several minutes, I paused. She raised her mouth from mine, her eyes sparkling as she asked, "What is it? Am I doing OK?" "Oh, Weatherly, honey. You are a wonderful lover," I told her. She smiled brightly at that. "But, I want to taste you again, honey. Is that OK with you?" Weatherly raised up on her elbows and gave me a serious look, her smooth brow slightly furrowed. "I guess so. You sure you want to?" she asked. "It looked kinda gross in the pictures." "I'm real sure, sweetheart. You just crawl off me for a minute and lie back on the bed." With a nervous, little giggle, the young teen rolled off me and onto her back where she lay staring at me expectantly. "What do I do?" she asked innocently. "First, we have to get rid of those pretty panties you're wearing," I said as I rolled off the bed and stood. Without hesitation, I leaned down and grasped the tiny, elastic band at her narrow waist. Without thinking, Weatherly raised her little butt up off the mattress so I could slip the small, satin garment over her hips and down her long legs. Weatherly Lewis lay naked in my bed. Blushing hotly, the teenager tried to cover herself with her hands, but I took her wrists and pulled them away. Slowly I brushed the back of my hand over her soft, brown, pubic hair which began in a small "V" shaped puff on the top of her pubic arch and ran down between her thighs in a narrow band only just covering the edges of her pussy slit. Weatherly was lovely. I looked down at the blushing, young girl and said, "You have a very, pretty pussy, Weatherly." She turned an even deeper shade of red. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, sweetheart. Just relax and let your body go with the flow. I want you first to ooch over here closer to the edge of the bed and spread your pretty legs, OK?" Weatherly nodded. She looked a little anxious again, so I asked, "Are you still OK with this?" "I guess so," the young virgin said with a bold, little smile. "Good. Here, let me help you," I said as I leaned down to guide her butt toward the edge of the bed. As Weatherly scooted her sweet, little ass across the bed, her legs naturally fell apart, and since I was leaning down to help her, I was rewarded with a brief whiff of her musky, female scent which wafted up from between her thighs. "Mmmm, that's nice," I said as I looked up from Weatherly's pussy to her sweet face. She blushed once more. "What do I do now?" she asked innocently. "Well, honey, you can simply lay back and enjoy the ride, or if you want, you can prop yourself up on your hands and watch what I do." "I think, I'd like to watch at first," Weatherly said with that devilish, little smile, as she heaved herself up to her hands, her natural curiosity peaked. "Great," I said. "Now remember, Weatherly. If at anytime you want me to stop, just say the word, OK?" "OK," she said. "I don't think you'll want me to, though," I said with a smile as I knelt at the side of the bed, then leaned my face slowly down between her spread thighs. Her scent tweaked my senses first, followed quickly by the warmth which radiated from the young virgin's spread pussy. Although her legs were spread pretty wide, Weatherly's pussy lips were still closed together slightly. I wanted the first tongue to touch her to touch her where it counts, so with my thumbs, I carefully spread her labia open. Weatherly gasped when my fingers first touched her down there, and her legs instinctively began to close together. "Easy, sweetheart," I soothed as I released her resilient, pussy lips, then moved my hands to restrain her strong thighs, keeping them spread. My chin was practically touching her inner thighs, and her musky scent filled my head, causing my blood to boil. I glanced up at her over her tummy and asked, "Ready?" Weatherly nodded nervously. I slid my hands slowly down her inner thighs. Then I placed my thumbs on her pussy lips and spread her open again. Before either of us could change our minds, I leaned down and pressed my tongue into the warm, tasty slit between the young virgin's tiny, pink labia. "Oh my God!" Weatherly gasped as her head rocked back and her tummy heaved. Again she tried to clamp her legs together, but now that my mouth was fully on her, I was free to use my hands to keep the her spread. I ooched my knees closer to the bed, then leaned forward, pressing my shoulders against her thighs, holding them apart. Then I circled my arms around behind her ass and pulled her forward against my hungry mouth. I moved my tongue slowly up and down in Weatherly's sweet pussy, flicking it teasingly over her tender, pink petals, causing her to grunt and her butt to rise off the mattress. Then I pressed my lips against her vaginal opening and kissed her, carefully probing her. Finding her intact hymen with the tip of my tongue, I applied gentle pressure. "Owww," the young virgin whined softly. Quickly I licked my way up her tasty slit, kissing her as I went, until my mouth came to rest over the tiny hood which shrouded her adolescent clitoris. I nibbled Weatherly carefully as I looked up at her. "Ohhhhh.. Mmmmmm.." she moaned as her hips began to move. Weatherly had been watching me intently. Her pretty, young face was flushed, and her eyes were glazed in passion. Soon, however, young Weatherly lowered herself back. When she did, I took her by the ankles, placed her long legs over my shoulders and began to feast on her. Sticky, slurping noises filled my hotel room as I sucked the young virgin's vagina, tasting her sweet nectar which slowly began to run from her opening. From time to time, I probed her again with my tongue causing her hips to buck up off the bed. Her little ass was completely open to me now, so I moved the tip of my tongue down to her rubbery, little anus. Slowly I wormed my tongue into her tight, anal opening. "Ohhhh.. Ohhh, God!" Weatherly panted, her ass cheeks flexing together against my face. I placed my hands on the tops of her thighs to hold her still as I continued to tongue her tight ass hole, reveling in her slightly bitter taste. After a moment, I moved my attentions slowly back up her slippery slit until once again my mouth arrived at her clitoral area. I noticed that her little, love button was beginning to protrude from its sheath. I went back to nibbling it, occasionally flicking the tip of my tongue across its tip. This sent shivers throughout Weatherly's young body. After just a few minutes of this treatment, the young girl's hips began to buck more furiously. Weatherly's breathing came in ragged gasps, and her tender belly heaved regularly in time to my licking. The time was ripe. I continued to lick her sweet pussy as I carefully rubbed my middle finger up and down in Weatherly's slippery pussy, rolling my hand over to coat my finger completely with her sticky juices. I glanced over Weatherly's heaving tummy, then moved my finger tip down to her anal entrance. In one fluid motion, I pushed my middle finger all the way into the young girl's tight rectum until my knuckles pressed against her quivering ass cheeks. "Ugghh," the startled teenager grunted as she attempted to pull her ass off of my impaling digit by arching her back. I held her tightly with an arm across her thighs as I began to slowly fuck my finger in and out of her clenching, spasming ass. I leaned back down and continued to suck on her clitoris, flicking at it furiously with my tongue. Then suddenly... "Ohh.. Ohh.. Ohh.. It's happening. Ohh God! It's happening again. Ohhhhhhhhhhh.." I paused from my licking just long enough to say, "It's OK, Weatherly, sweetheart. Cum for me. That's right, cum for me, Weatherly, baby." I jammed my finger deep into her rectum. She exploded in my face. I sucked her hungrily as her juices flowed freely from her virgin opening coating my cheeks and chin, content in the knowledge that I was the first man to bring the young girl off orally. Weatherly trembled for several minutes in the clutches of her second orgasm of the evening. "Did you like that, baby?" I asked softly as I began to move my finger in her tight, little ass. "Uh huh," Weatherly replied in a husky, little voice. "But do you have to keep your finger in there?" She shifted her little hips on the bed. "In where. Baby?" I lifted first one of her legs then the other off of my shoulders, then stood, bending over her as I pushed my finger up into her again. I bent down and kissed her tummy just above her little bush. Weatherly didn't answer, but looked away uncomfortably. "In where, baby?" I repeated. "You know. Uuhhgg," she grunted as I moved my finger inside her. "In my butt," she sighed. "You mean in your ass, Weatherly. I have my finger up your tight, little ass," I coached. "Now tell me again, honey. Where do I have my finger?" "Why?" she asked. "Why do you want me to talk like that?" As I slowly moved my finger in and out of the young virgin, I moved my thumb up into her pussy slit and began to massage her budding clit. "Ohhhh," Weatherly moaned. "Because talking dirty makes you hot, Weatherly, and I want you nice and hot for the next couple of hours. Do you want me to stop?" "No, but..." she whined. "Then tell me where I have my finger," I insisted. "Ok," the young girl said in a slightly exasperated tone of voice. "You have your finger in my ass." She lay pouting for a minute while I continued to manipulate her sex. "But do you have to leave it in there?" she asked again. "Yes baby, I do. I want you to get used to having me inside you. Do you want to move on, or call it a night? Are you tired yet? After all, you've cum twice already tonight." "Oh, I wanna stay," Weatherly pleaded. I felt her anus tighten around my finger. "OK," I said. What would you like to do next? Do you want me to show you how to suck cock?" She wrinkled her nose up again. "OK, maybe later then. So, Weatherly, what would you like to do?" I asked as I knelt between her legs again, then gave her a kiss full on her pussy lips. "Mmmmmm," the hot, little teenager moaned. I kissed her pussy again, dipping my tongue into her juicy slit. Weatherly struggled up to her elbows, then gazed down at me with a serious look on her flushed, young face. "What?" I asked as I licked her. Her head rocked back, then she looked back at me and asked huskily, "Will you make love to me now?" "I am making love to you, baby," I said before I buried my nose in her pubic bush, my lips sucking at her vaginal opening as I gazed up at her across her heaving tummy. "Ohhhhhhhhh.. Gnnnnnn.. No, I mean.. Ahhhh, God!" Weatherly panted. "What, baby? What do you want me to do?" I pushed my finger all the way up her ass until my palm lay flat against her trembling ass cheeks. "Ohhhhh.... Uuuggghhhhh," she grunted. Then, "I want you to fuck me!" the frustrated, young virgin blurted out. I looked up from my eating. "Are you sure, Weatherly?" I asked her in all seriousness. "Once done, it can't be undone, you know." "I'm sure, she said." Her eyes glowed hotly. I moved onto the bed beside young Weatherly, keeping my finger inside her. "There are lot's of ways to fuck," I explained as Weatherly lay back on the bed. She appeared to have relaxed some, growing more accustomed to my finger in her ass. "What do you mean?" she asked. "I mean, there are lots of positions that a man and woman can assume while they fuck. Didn't you notice that in the magazine you looked at?" "Yeah, I guess so," she said her expression brightening a little. She was becoming curious again. "Did you see anything that you think you might like to try? First let me tell you that an awful lot of people think that the standard, missionary position is the only way to do it. That's where the man lays on top of the woman. Personally, I find the missionary position to be pretty boring, but I'm willing to do anything you want me to do." "Well," Weatherly began with her devilish, little smile. "It looked like the people who were doing it with the girl kneeling and the boy kneeling behind her were having pretty much fun. Is that a good way?" the young girl asked innocently. I smiled warmly at my young companion and said, "Yes, Weatherly. That's a very good way to fuck. As a matter of fact it is my favorite position. It's called 'Doggie Style'." Weatherly blushed hotly at that, and once again, I felt her anal muscles clamp down on my finger. "Will you fuck me doggie style?" Weatherly asked me in all sincerity. "I'd love to, honey. Do you think you're ready now?" "I guess so," she said. "Will this hurt? When you did something with your tongue down there earlier, it kinda stung a little." "Weatherly, I'll be honest with you. It is going to hurt a little, right at first, because I have to pop your cherry, before I can enter you." "My cherry?" she cocked her head to one side. 'Didn't these kids get sex education any more?' I asked myself. 'Well, no matter. Let the lesson begin.' "Yes, sweetheart. It's actually called a hymen. It's a thin membrane just inside the entrance to your pussy. Here, let me show you." While Weatherly watched, I used my index finger to apply very gentle pressure to her vaginal opening. I watched her face as my finger tip disappeared into her. She winced. "Owww!" "That's your cherry, honey. We need to break that in order to fuck. If you want to stop now, I'll understand, but eventually, somebody is going to have to do it, if you want to become a woman." Weatherly thought for a moment, then she said, "I guess if I have to do it, then I want you to be the one to pop my cherry." I smiled broadly and said, "I promise I'll be as gentle as I can. We'll go slowly, and I'll stop whenever you want, OK?" "Alright," the trusting, young girl agreed. "Let me help you then," I offered as I slowly extracted my finger from inside her rectum. Then I stood up and brought Weatherly's long legs together. "Roll over, baby and get up on your hands and knees. She cooperated fully. Once she was kneeling in front of me, I said, "Weatherly, honey, you are going to have to separate your legs a little more, particularly for this first time." "Can I see your peni... your cock now?" she asked with a shy smile. Christ! I'd almost forgotten. "Sure, I said. I guess it's about time that I got naked too." Weatherly's eyes grew wider as I stripped off my jockeys, allowing my erect cock to spring up in front of me. "It's so big," she said. Are you sure that'll fit inside me? I mean your finger felt big enough." she said anxiously. "Don't you worry about that, baby," I reassured her. "It'll fit. It might be a bit tight at first, but that's part of the fun. Your pussy will grow accustomed to me slowly. Soon we'll be fucking just like the people in the magazine. Are you ready?" I asked taking my cock in one hand. "OK, but please be careful." "I will, honey. I promise. Now spread those lovely legs of yours a little bit more." As Weatherly moved her knees apart on the bed, she looked back over her shoulder at me with a slight look of worry on her lovely face. Before proceeding any farther, I placed one hand on her hip then pushed the same sticky, middle finger deep into her ass. "Ohhh, God! Uugghh!" Weatherly grunted in surprise. "Yes, baby. That's it. Mmmmm, what a tight, little, ass you have, Weatherly." I began a regular fucking motion with my finger as the young girl dropped her head down between her arms. I watched her little anal ring suck on my finger when I pulled out, then fold inside as I pushed back into the young virgin. I leaned over her and whispered, "You need to crawl forward a little, Weatherly, so I can get up on the bed behind you." "OK," she panted as I finger fucked her, twisting my finger deep inside her ass, feeling her anal tissues move around it. Once Weatherly was in position, I removed my finger from her ass, then leaning down, I spread her cheeks with my hands and brought my mouth to her pussy which bulged from between her firm thighs. I was happy to find that she was still very wet, as the sweet taste of her love nectar once again filled my mouth. Nothing like a finger up the ass to keep a young girl hot, I always say. I ate her pussy for several minutes licking the full length of her warm, wet slit. As I did, I dipped the tip of my tongue into her vagina until I heard her whimper softly. Then I moved to her ass. I worked the tip of my tongue in and out until I felt young Weatherly begin to push back against my face. She was ready to mount. Weatherly looked back over her shoulder when she felt me crawl onto the bed behind her. I pushed my finger back into her ass then asked, "Are you ready, baby?" I felt her rectal muscles tighten. "Uh huh," she said pensively. "OK, just bear with me, baby. I want to finger fuck on your little ass for just awhile longer." I brought my other hand up between her thighs, cupping her wet pussy from behind. As I gradually increased the tempo of my finger fucking, I rubbed her pussy firmly with my other hand. Soon, the young girl was unconsciously humping as I worked on her ass. Her little hips swayed from side to side, as she pressed her ass back against my massaging hands. "Ohhh.. Ohhh.. Ohhh.." the teenager moaned as she began to ramp up toward another climax. I'm not sure if Weatherly noticed or not when I brought the tip of my cock up to her wet, pussy lips. I continued to finger fuck her ass in long, slow strokes, as her head dropped down between her arms, her hips swaying in time. All I had to do was hold the head of my cock against her and let the rhythm of her swaying hips spread her lubricating juices over it. "Ohh, God.. Ohh God.. It's coming!" I heard Weatherly cry. Without hesitation, I pulled my finger from her ass, placed the broad head of my cock against the young virgin's opening, then pushed forward slowly. Weatherly's suddenly, froze, her breathing deep and rapid. She looked back at me over her shoulder as I pushed forward a little more. Then her lovely face contorted in pain as she cried out, "Ohhh, owwwwwwww! Stop, please. Stop!" I hated to hurt her, but at this point, there was simply no way I was going to stop. As the head of my cock popped into her tightly, stretched vaginal opening, I held Weatherly with both hands around her narrow waist and pushed my hips forward slowly but inexorably. "Ohhhh God, Please no. It huuurrrrttttssssss," Weatherly wailed, practically breaking my heart as my cock pushed against her maidenhead. Her hymen was tough, but I persisted. Suddenly she screamed, threw her head back and arched her strong back as I felt her barrier give way, allowing my cock to pass slowly into her spasming, young pussy. Weatherly Lewis became a woman there in my bed in that hotel room on Block Island, a moment neither of us would ever forget. "Owwwwww," she whined as she dropped to her elbows, trembling uncontrollably. I held perfectly still, allowing Weatherly's vaginal muscles to adjust to my penetration, then moving one hand from her hip, I softly stroked Weatherly's back. I leaned forward and rubbed my hand between her shoulder blades, attempting to relax her a little. She sobbed into the bed covers as her trembling began to diminish. I felt her tight vagina contract and relax a few times as she tested her muscles. Her young body was slowly becoming familiar with the cock inside her. "Are you OK, Weatherly?" I asked after a minute or two. "I'm really sorry if I hurt you too badly." "Why didn't you stop, like you promised?" I heard her sob, her face still buried in the blankets, her voice hoarse and muffled. "Because, sweetheart, you told me that you wanted me to pop your cherry. If I had stopped when you first cried out, we wouldn't be doing any fucking tonight. I really didn't want to hurt you, but it was necessary if you want to go any farther. It's all over now though. From now on, Weatherly, you won't notice anything at all other than our love making." Weatherly started to rise back up to her hands. As she did, I moved my hips gently forward, pushing another inch of cock into her. "Owwww," the young teen cried out as her strong, vaginal muscles clamped down on me. "Shhhh," I whispered. "Try to relax your muscles, baby," I said as I began once again to rub her back and to massage her firm hips. "If you let yourself clamp down like that, it will make it hurt more. Just relax and let me try to get all the way in, OK?" "You mean it's not in all the way yet?" Weatherly asked in a panicky, little voice as she glanced back over her shoulder. God! She looked great just then, an innocent, worried look gracing her pretty, flushed face. "No, baby. I'm only about half way in. Now try to relax your muscles for a minute. Will you do that for me, Weatherly, honey?" "I.. I guess I can," the sweet teenager replied with a little sniffle, her trust and confidence slowly returning. "Good, sweetheart. I'll be very gentle," I tried to assure her with a warm smile. Weatherly nodded her head, then looked away, dropping her head down between her arms. Soon I felt her vagina relax ever so slightly. She was still extremely tight, but seemed to be well lubricated, so I proceeded slowly. I pushed another inch into her. "Ohhh.. Ugghhh.." Weatherly gasped as her head came up quickly, her strong back arching as her pussy once again hugged my cock in a firm, warm grip. "Easy, baby," I soothed. "We're almost there. Just relax your muscles and try not to arch your back yet." "OK," came her breathless reply. Weatherly took a deep breath then exhaled a long sigh as I felt her relax again. She slowly lifted her waist, straightening her back. As I felt her vaginal grip ease, I gave one firm shove forward with my hips. I felt Weatherly's fabulously resilient, vaginal muscles resist at first but finally expand around the head of my cock, allowing me to push the remainder of my eight inches into her tender, love canal. "Ohh.. Ohh, God!" my young sweetheart gasped as she instinctively arched her back once again, no doubt sensing the broad head of my cock push against the back of her birth canal. We were perfectly mated. "Oh, God, baby! I'm in you now, Weatherly. You're so perfect and tight, sweetheart," I groaned as I leaned down and kissed her between her shoulders. Then I gave her several soft kisses on her neck and cheek as she turned to look back at me. I held still inside her once again, reveling in the feel of her young muscles as they shifted and moved around my throbbing cock. Then I took her by the hips and pushed the head of my cock against her cervix causing Weatherly to groan deeply. "Does it feel good, baby?" I panted softly as I leaned down near her ear, inhaling a deep draft of the scents of her arousal. "Ohhhhhh.. Mmmmmmm," young Weatherly Lewis moaned softly, obviously very much enjoying the new sensations that spread rapidly through her nubile, young body. "I'm going to fuck you now, baby." "Uh.. Huh," she sighed, looking back at me sensuously. I felt her pussy tighten around me, sending me further confirmation that she was ready to participate. "I want you to tighten up your muscles just like that when I pull out, then try to relax a little when I push back in. I'll go slowly so you can get the rhythm. Just follow my lead, don't worry and let your body go. It knows what to do, OK?" "OK," Weatherly replied softly. I leaned down and kissed her, then straightened up and took her by her firm hips. As I slowly withdrew my throbbing cock, Weatherly's tight vagina closed down behind me, hugging the head of my cock all the way out. The long pause in our love making had served more than one purpose. Besides allowing me to assure the young teen and to give her time to relax, it also allowed me to cool down a tiny bit. Weatherly looked so wonderful, and her tight vagina felt so incredibly good, that without that brief respite, I would more than likely have cum right then. As it was, I was able to hang in there as I extracted my throbbing member, leaving just the head inside the young girl. Weatherly let out a long, shuddering sigh as her vaginal opening slid down the length of my cock, gripping me tightly like a steely, soft vice. I paused briefly, then holding her tightly, I eased back into her tight, warm tunnel. "Ohhhhhhh," my young lover moaned deeply as she arched her back and brought her head back quickly, flinging her long, dark hair over her back like a soft cape. Weatherly's vagina rippled and squeezed as my cock invaded her womb for the second time in her young life. "Relax Weatherly, sweetheart. You're doing just great, baby. You feel so wonderful and you look so sexy. I love making love to you, baby." I paused only briefly this time as my cock reached into the deepest part of her vagina, then I pulled out in a continuous, fluid motion. I began a slow rhythm, pushing all eight inches of my rock, hard cock firmly into young Weatherly with each thrust. Not wanting to frighten her, I took care not to ram her just yet. Weatherly caught on very quickly. I felt her begin to relax her vaginal muscles as I thrust into her, allowing me to penetrate her fully with each slow stroke. Then, as I pulled back, she flexed herself inside, clamping down on me, stretching my cock, firmly milking me. I wanted to see her pussy. I wanted to watch while I fucked her. I moved my hands from around her waist and grasped her warm, round, ass cheeks. The next time I pulled out of Weatherly, I spread her cheeks wide and looked down to see the shaft of my cock, glistening with her juices. As it withdrew from her pussy, her labia pulled outward as they clung to me. When I pushed back, her tiny, swollen lips folded into the young girl's vagina, then disappeared from sight. It was time to start really fucking this young beauty. I placed my fingers around the fronts of Weatherly's firm thighs just below her hip bones, holding her firmly. With my thumbs, I held her little ass cheeks open wide, enjoying the sight of her sweet pussy as my cock slid in and out. I increased my tempo. "Ohh.. Ohh.. Ohh.. God..dd..dd!" the young beauty cried as I began to administer her first serious fucking. I grabbed a handful of Weatherly's think, brown hair and tugged her head back, accentuating the arching of her back and causing her tight pussy to exert even more pressure on my pistoning cock. I increased my tempo. Soon the room filled with the wet sounds of sex coupled with the slapping of my thighs against Weatherly's fine, little butt. Each time my thighs made contact with the young teenager's ass, the head of my cock hit the back of her vaginal canal, so perfectly were we matched for each other. Weatherly began to slam back against my legs as she responded to my thrusts, her panting breaths deep and primal. At one point, I held my hips still and thrilled as young Weatherly continued to fuck herself on my hard cock. Suddenly, she stopped, my cock buried deep in her womb. Without a sound, she arched her back hard and began to tremble. She whimpered softly as she started moving her waist up and down with the fluid motions of a belly dancer, thrusting her cunt up and down on my cock. 'My God!' I thought. 'She's getting ready to cum!' Quickly I grabbed Weatherly's gyrating hips and began to thrust deeply into her as her pussy clamped down on me. At the same time I spread her ass cheeks, then pushed my trusty finger deep into her rectum. I could actually feel my cock pumping in and out of her spasming pussy through the thin tissues separating Weatherly's two love channels. I was rewarded with a soft grunt, but for the most part, Weatherly's first orgasm around a cock was a tender, quite event. The sweet, young girl moaned softly, punctuated by innocent whimpers. The fireworks inside of young Weatherly Lewis is what finally sent me over the edge. I have always wondered what it might be like to stick my cock into one of those automatic, milking machines the dairy farmers use on their livestock. That night on Block Island, I believe I found out. Weatherly's vaginal muscles contracted in sequential order, beginning at her vaginal opening, then squeezing in order down the entire length of my shaft, finally hugging the head of my cock tightly as Weatherly pushed herself onto me, driving my cock against her cervix. A veritable flood of hot cum rose from my groin, blasted down the length of my cock and filled young Weatherly's vagina full to overflowing. It was all I could do to keep from screaming as my vision blurred and my blood pounded in my ears. I managed to remain more or less silent, however, for the first time in my life. Later, as I thought back on the occasion, I found our quiet coupling to be a rather poignant experience. "Huuuuuuuuuuuuuggggghhhh.. Uuugghhhhhh," the teenager grunted as my hot cum sprayed into her, the only audible evidence of our mutual climax. Losing track of time, I gazed transfixed at the sweet girl kneeling before me on my hotel bed. Weatherly's hips continued to sway slowly from side to side as her sweet pussy continued to milk my slowly shrinking cock. Meanwhile, I slowly moved my probing finger in her tight ass, causing the young teen to moan softly. Soon, we were both spent and satisfied as my cock slipped from the warm sheath of Weatherly's pussy. I fell forward on top of the young girl, pushing her down to the bed where we lay cuddling for several long, peaceful minutes. I kissed her back and neck, nuzzling my face against her neck and nibbling her ear lobes. Weatherly giggled playfully, saying, "Hey, that tickles." Then, as I kissed her cheek, she whispered, "You were wonderful, Rick." "You were pretty wonderful yourself," I chuckled as I rolled off Weatherly's warm body to lay beside her on the rumpled bed spread. "So, what now?" I asked. "It's getting pretty late," I said looking at my watch and seeing it was 4:20 in the morning. "Sun's gonna be up in two hours, and you should be back on your boat before then." Weatherly rolled onto her back and gazed at me. God, how I wanted her to stay. She was a truly lovely, young girl, and I vowed right then, that I would see more of her, one way or another. "I don't wanna go," the sweet teenager whined as she cuddled against me. "I don't want you to go either, baby, but I think you'd better, or we'll both be in trouble. I do hope you'll want to come back again before the week is over, though," I said with a playful grin. "Oh, you can count on that," Weatherly said as she propped her pretty head up on one arm then gave me a peck on the lips. "And you might have a hard time concentrating on your sailboat race tomorrow too," she went on with a devilish, little smile. "I have plans for you. Kate and I have been talking." She gave me a wink then laughed at my puzzled look. Before I could ask her what she meant by that, Weatherly bounced off the bed and headed for the bathroom. I lay back and stared up at the ceiling, feeling totally warm and relaxed. After several minutes, the bathroom door opened, and Weatherly walked back over to the bed. She was once again dressed in her jeans and baggy sweatshirt. Her long hair was combed and shining. There was absolutely no evidence of our recent, fervent love making, except for a slight glow about Weatherly's face and neck. No one would ever suspect that just over thirty minutes ago, this beautiful, young girl had lost her virginity. She leaned down, kissed me tenderly, then rose saying softly, "I'll see you in a few hours." Then she turned, let herself out of my room and disappeared into the night. "IT LOOKS LIKE you nailed us another pretty one, Geoff," I said to my meteorologist buddy as he leapt over to "Venture's" cockpit. "Yeah, well, it took me a long time to get God's e-mail address, but now that I have it, I can put in my orders for fair weather a lot more efficiently," my friend replied while maintaining his best poker face. Captain Lewis gunned the big Detroit diesels as we left the mooring basin, and we were off for yet another day of recreational yacht racing. So far this morning, my little lover was nowhere to be seen. I climbed the stainless steel ladder up to the bridge deck to have a chat with our captain and to "feel him out" to see if he was aware of the fact that his young daughter had been away from the boat for a good long while the night before. "Morning, Ben," I called as cheerfully as I knew how to the big man at helm as I stepped into the wheelhouse. I was very relieved when Ben Lewis turned, gave me a smile and replied, "Mornin' to you, and pretty one she is." "Yes, sir. It certainly is. I haven't seen your daughter this morning. Did she decide to remain ashore today?" "No, she and her little friend, Kate, are sleeping in this morning. They must have stayed up half the night jabbering. I couldn't tell ya for sure though. I was dead to the world at 9:00. You know how young girls are." I almost choked, but managed to reply, "Uh, yeah, I do. I guess." Feeling rather awkward, I quickly changed the subject. "The race organizers tell me that they are seriously considering running the around-the-island race today," I said to Ben Lewis. "That'll sure make our day easy. All we'll have to do is get the starts off. Then we simply follow them around, and let the leeward mark boat take the finishes. It might be kinda nice to be a spectator for awhile." "Roger that," Lewis replied with a smile. "Well, I think I'll run below and grab a cup of coffee. Can I bring you anything, Captain?" I asked. "Nothing for me, thanks," Ben answered as he guided his big boat through the busy channel entrance to New Harbor then out into the deep, blue waters of Long Island Sound. Most of my crew were chatting happily in the cockpit, enjoying the cool, clear morning as I steeped onto the main deck. "Hey, Geoff. Where's Bill?" I called to my friend who was leaning against the transom staring off into space. "Huh? Oh, I think he's up on the bow. Guess he just likes gettin' wet," Geoff replied with a smile, then went back to his meditation. "OK, thanks," I said. "I'm going below for a cup of java. You want anything?" "No thanks." I stepped into the big cabin, pausing for a moment for my eyes to grow accustomed to the dim light. All of the shades were pulled, so I carefully felt my way over to the door to what I hoped was the galley. I got lucky and quickly stepped into the spacious cooking area. I found that Mr. Coffee had been up since dawn and was still half filled with a rather strong looking batch of dark, brown brew. Having been up until almost daylight, I really needed a good caffeine buzz to get me going. I found a cup, filled it then stepped gingerly back into the dimly lit, main saloon. As I did, I heard a quite rustle, then felt a pair of soft, warm arms circle my waist. Immediately my senses were overwhelmed by the sweet smell of Weatherly as she nuzzled her head against my back and hugged me tenderly. "Good morning," the young girl murmured softly. I glanced quickly around the great cabin to be certain we were alone. Then raising my hands over my head, I turned to face my young lover as she relaxed her hold around my waist. Carefully setting my coffee mug aside, I dropped my arms around Weatherly's shoulders, then pulled her against my chest. After a brief, tender embrace, I released her, then, with a finger under her chin I raised her lovely face up and kissed her. "Good morning, sweetheart," I said softly. "How do you feel this morning?" Weatherly again snuggled into my arms and purred, "Just wonderful." She looked wonderful this morning. I had very much missed waking up with her in my bed. As it was Weatherly was still wearing a long, sleeping style tee-shirt. Her long, dark hair framed her sweet face, and she wore a sleepy, sexy look. The wonderful scent of sleepy woman filled my head as I cuddled her close. Suddenly she pulled away, then taking me by the hand she said with a devilish, little look, "I want to show you my cabin." She began to pull me forward toward a small door at the far end of the main cabin. "No, Weatherly, I..." "What's wrong now?" she replied with a playful pout, as she forcefully pressed her body against mine. She moved her hand quickly to my crotch and began to rub me through my khaki pants. "Weatherly! Not here! Someone could step into the cabin at any moment!" I said as I nervously glanced over my shoulder in the direction of the companionway. I'll get into serious trouble if I'm caught in a compromising position with a young girl like yourself." "Woman!" she instantly corrected me. "I'm a woman now. You said so yourself last night. You said that you made me a woman." Her dark eyes flashed. Taking a deep breath, I managed to relax a little. Then I pulled young Weatherly against me once more. I stroked her shining hair and said to her, "You're right, Weatherly. I'm sorry. I just have to be careful, that's all. I do very much enjoy being with you, but after all, I do have a job to do out here. Would you please try to be patient with me?" "Oh, alright," Weatherly said in a slightly exasperated tone. "But I'm going to keep after you," she said with a smile. That devilish look was back in spades as she wiggled from my arms then disappeared forward. 'Whew,' I breathed. 'This little girl was going to be hard to handle.' Little did I know... Shortly after I returned to the crowd in the cockpit, things got busy. The Race Organizers called on the cellular phone to say that they indeed wanted to run the around-the-island race, and that we should try to get the starts off as soon as we could get set up. The starting sequences went off without a hitch and soon, Captain Lewis had "Venturer" up on a plane just ahead of the lead boats in the "A" Division. About half way around the island he slowed to idle speed as we began the approximately two hour wait for the trailing boats to catch up. From time to time, during the course of the morning's routine, Weatherly and her pretty, young friend, Kate could be seen puttering here and there around the boat, or simply sunbathing in their eye catching bathing suits on the fore deck. I for one found the two beautiful, young girls to be rather distracting, but somehow managed to keep my mind on the business at hand. Occasionally, whenever Weatherly caught my eye, she would smile sweetly or, when she had the chance, she would make a point of brushing against me. Then she and Kate would move away giggling. At first I wrote it off to an overly active imagination, but as the morning progressed, I began to notice that young Kate also tended to remain in close proximity to me. When I needed something or asked a question, it almost seemed that the two young girls would compete to see who could serve me the fastest. I was happily flattered, but wondered nervously if any of my friends had noticed the attention I was receiving from Weatherly and Kate. Meanwhile, our stomachs had begun to complain, so one of the crew was dispatched to rustle up some chow. After a leisurely lunch, folks drifted off to one corner or another of the big boat and began to doze off in the warm, afternoon sun. It would be at least an hour before the last place boat passed our position. I found myself once again in the main cabin where I was pouring over a chart of the northern end of the island, when I heard a "Pssst" come from the forward end of the cabin. I looked up to see young Weatherly motioning with her hand for me to come hither. "What?" I said. "Can't it wait? I'm busy right now, Weatherly." "Oh, come on," she whined. "Just for a minute. I've got a surprise for you." I smiled guessing what kind of surprise she had in mind, but at the same time I worried about being discovered. "OK," I capitulated at last as I rose from the settee and made my way forward toward the lovely, young girl. When I got within reach, Weatherly took me by the hand and virtually dragged me into her cabin. "Weatherly, we need to be very careful about this, you know. Hey, what the?" Before I knew what was happening, Weatherly dropped to her knees in front of me and began to fumble with the zipper of my trousers. Then she quickly unfastened my buckle and pulled my pants down around my knees. Being effectively hobbled now, I had to make a quick grab for a bulkhead when "Venturer" took an unexpected roll. As Weatherly reached a warm hand into my jockeys, I just had to ask her, "Are you sure you want to do this right now?" With a rather sexy, little shrug and a determined look, the young girl said, "I want you to show me how to suck your... your cock," she replied after a slight hesitation. I leaned over a little and stroked her long, dark hair allowing my hand to stray to her soft cheek. "OK, Sweetheart, if you're sure you want to." Weatherly nodded with a shy smile. Then without prompting, she slipped my shorts down to my knees, took my stiffening cock in one small hand and gave the underside of the tip a tentative lick. "Like that?" she asked with the most innocent expression on her lovely face that you have ever seen. I practically melted. "That's a good start, honey. Here, take your hands away for a minute and open your mouth," I said encouragingly. At first Weatherly gave me a quizzical look, but soon she dropped her hands to her sides. Then as she slowly opened her mouth, I put one hand on her cheek, took my now erect cock in the other, and carefully placed the head between her tender, pink lips. Weatherly's eyes widened a bit but she did not try to turn away as the head of my cock slowly entered the warm, wet interior of her virgin mouth. "Oh, Baby, that's so nice. Open a little wider, Weatherly and stick your tongue out along the bottom of my cock, OK?" "Mmm Hmm," she hummed as she opened wider admitting more of me into her mouth then closed her sweet lips around my shaft. I felt her little tongue move against the underside of my cock as her big, dark eyes locked onto mine. I was in heaven. Then, after a glorious few moments, Weatherly pulled her head back and asked, "Is that better?" "Sweetheart, that's much better," I said softly as I rubbed the head of my cock slowly across her tender lips. "Try sucking on me a little," I coached. My head involuntarily rocked back as the sweet girl brought her mouth over my cock once again, enveloping me in a warm, wet glove. Then she began to suck gently. "Ohhh, God, baby!" I groaned. "Your mouth feels like heaven!" I instinctively started to rock my hips slowly back and forth moving my throbbing member in and out of Weatherly's willing mouth. She picked right up on that action as if she had been doing it for years. I suppose some girls are just born cock suckers. With each slow stroke of my hips, I moved my cock deeper into Weatherly's mouth until soon I felt the tip of my dick contact the back of her throat. At that, she gagged, backed off and glanced up at me with a worried look. "Don't worry, honey," I said as I softly stroked her forehead. God, she looked great with the glistening shaft of my cock protruding from her mouth, her big, moist eyes shining in anticipation. "That's just your natural gag reflex kicking in. With a little patience and practice, you'll learn how to control that. Are you OK, otherwise?" "Mmm Hmm," the young teen nodded gamely. "Good," I replied with a smile. "You are really doing well for your first time, sweetheart." As I resumed the slow, stroking motion of my hips, a partially opened door to a hanging locker, which had gone unnoticed before, moved ever so slightly. As I stiffened, Weatherly brought her hands up to my hips and began to move her mouth more vigorously on my stiff prick, hoping to distract me. "Is there someone there?" I asked in a husky voice as I placed a hand to Weatherly's shoulder, attempting to stop her. A giggle. "Oh shit!" I cried out, instantly regretting my volume. I pulled my dick from young Weatherly's mouth with an audible 'splop'. "Who the hell's in there?" I demanded more quietly this time. Slowly the locker door opened and out peeked the hotly blushing face of little Kate. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed looking from Kate, then down at Weatherly then back. "It's OK," Weatherly insisted as she stood up. "Kate just wanted to watch. She won't tell anyone, I promise. Will you Kate?" "Uh uh," young Kate replied meekly from the confines of the hanging locker. "No way, Weatherly!" I said as I stooped to pull up my trousers. "This is getting too nuts for me! I can't afford to be caught fooling around with you, let alone with a thirteen year old." "Thirteen and a half," said Kate. "Whatever!" "But Kate wants to learn about this stuff too," Weatherly pleaded. "Weatherly, I just can't do this. I'll end up in prison sure as shit if we keep this up!" "No you won't," she said as she took my cock in one hand and began to stroke it smoothly. "Stop being such a baby and relax. No one's gonna find out." My erection, which had lost some of its vigor due to the shock of the moment, quickly began to respond to Weatherly's manipulation. With a wicked, little smile she glanced down, then back up saying, "You see. I can always count on at least one part of you to cooperate." "I promise I won't tell anyone," Kate said as she stepped timidly from the small, hanging locker and moved closer to Weatherly and I, her eyes locked onto my erection. "I just want to watch, if that's OK. My brother let's me play with his boner, but I won't touch yours if you don't want me to," the young blond said innocently. As Weatherly knelt back down, her best friend joined her, gazing up at me shyly. Kate, was absolutely lovely in her little strapless tube top which tended to accent her tiny breasts. Her tight jeans closely hugged the rest of her slim figure, making the young girl practically irresistible. Meanwhile, Weatherly continued to stroke my now fully erect cock with her hands. Needless to say I was not thinking too clearly when I said, "OK, Kate. I suppose you may watch if you wish." I followed this statement with a long, low moan as Weatherly once again placed her warm mouth over the head of my cock and began to tease the tip with her tongue. I again grabbed for the nearby bulkhead to steady myself since my knees had begun to weaken. Slowly Weatherly started moving her head up and down, sliding her sweet mouth on and off of my cock. With each dip of her head, I felt my cock hit the back of her throat. Young Weatherly was beginning to get the hang of sucking a cock. She gagged much less frequently now. I closed my eyes and let the young girl suck on me to her heart's content. It was then that I felt a small hand take hold of my shaft just ahead of Weatherly's lips. I opened my eyes and looked down to see that young Kate had decided to join in. She looked up at me innocently as she slowly moved her little hand over my shaft. I was speechless. All I could do at that moment was to watch as the two young girls worked on me. Kate soon moved her other hand to my testicles and started to rub. "Oh God, Kate!" I groaned. "Is that OK?" she asked softly. "Oh, baby, that's great. Did your brother teach you how to do that?" "Yeah," she said. "He let's me do this to him whenever I want." "I'll just bet he does," I replied with a chuckle then a sigh. It was just seconds later that Weatherly gave one particularly forceful lunge forward, forcing my cock all the way to the back of her throat. Before either of us knew what was happening, I felt my balls tighten, and the first salvo of cum fired down the young teenager's throat. "Gawk!" Weatherly croaked as she quickly drew her head back, causing the second spurt of viscous, white semen to strike her on her right cheek and ricochet into her hair. "Oh, Yuck!" giggled Kate as she released my heaving cock allowing the third pulse to hit Weatherly on the lips, then dribble down her chin. Weatherly was speechless for a moment as she looked up at me in shocked disgust. Then between coughs she sputtered, "What was that?" I knew that Weatherly had led a somewhat protected life, but surely she knew what an ejaculation was. I was about to explain when her friend Kate piped up. "It's cum, Weath. My brother always cums when I play with his boner. When he does, though, I try to point it the other way." The young girl began to giggle again. After a second she continued, "I sure never let any get in my mouth!" "Thank you, Kate. That'll be enough out of you for the moment," I said smiling as I noticed the distressed look on Weatherly's pretty face. "It's OK, Weatherly," I said trying to reassure the young teen, but she withdrew from me further when I tried to touch her face. I knelt down in front of her. Slowly I placed a hand on her shoulder, then lifted her chin with the other, but she would not raise her eyes. "It's OK, sweetheart, really. It is a perfectly natural thing. It happens when a man has an orgasm." I had a difficult time controlling the urge to laugh. The young girl looked so unhappy kneeling there with cum dripping off her chin and cheek. I really couldn't believe that at almost sixteen, she had never heard of cum! What were they teaching these kids in school these days? However, in deference to Weatherly's feelings, I maintained a concerned look as I continued, "You don't think I 'd ever do anything to hurt you, do you?" After a long pause she murmured, "No, I guess not, but..." "But, what, Honey?" I leaned my head to one side and tried to look into her eyes. "It was so slimy," she whined softly. "Yeah, I know, Sweetheart. But lot's of girls enjoy it. It didn't taste too bad did it?" "No, I guess it didn't." "Tell you what," I said as I tried once more to raise her sweet face. This time she cooperated reluctantly, then looked at me with her big, puppy dog eyes. "Next time that happens, I'll warn you first. That way it won't startle you so much, OK?" I didn't want to bring up the fact that I had also cum inside Weatherly the night before for fear of letting Kate know too much about our newly budding relationship. "OK, I guess," she said with a little shrug, then the faintest glimmer of a smile. "Good. Kate, would you mind grabbing me a towel from the head?" As Kate left the compartment, I gently wiped a drop of semen from Weatherly's chin, then smiled warmly at the young girl. "You sure you're OK?" Weatherly nodded. "You were really magnificent, you know?" I said with a smile. "You don't think I'm dumb cause I didn't know what was happening?" Weatherly asked shyly. "Oh, God no, Sweetheart. I don't think that being innocent is dumb." Just then, Kate slipped back into the cabin and closed the door. "They're looking for you outside, Mr. Gordon," Kate said as I reached for the towel. "Thanks, Honey. I appreciate it." I wiped the rest of my semen from Weatherly's face and hair then stood up and pulled up my pants. Then I leaned down and helped Weatherly to her feet. With young Kate gazing wide eyed, I pulled Weatherly close and kissed her deeply. After a prolonged embrace, I held her at arms length saying, "I gotta go, baby, OK?" Weatherly nodded but said nothing. I turned, placed a hand softly on Kate's cheek and said, "See you two later." THE REMAINDER of the day was reasonably uneventful compared to the morning. I was very happy when after a few hours, I was joined on the bridge by Weatherly and her young friend. The two sat unabashedly on either side of me on the big, bridge settee. During the next two hours the two young girls shamelessly cuddled against me, once again vying for my attention. I began to get a little anxious after awhile, because Weatherly's father was standing, thankfully with his back to us, not six feet away, piloting "Venturer" home to New Harbor. Not to mention the fact that several of my colleagues strayed up to the bridge from time to time to take in the sights. I was terribly uncomfortable. Later, Bill would inform me that he thought it was pretty cute the way the two "youngsters" behaved around me. If he only knew! By the time we reached our berth at Payne's Dock, I had begun to realize just what a thin line I was treading. The truth of the matter was glaringly obvious. I was flirting with two counts of statutory rape, not to mention disgrace before my friends and colleagues. 'Rick,' I said to myself as I leapt ashore upon our arrival. 'You had better figure out a way to distance yourself from these two little ladies, or your ass is goin' to jail!' Soon the party started under the Mount Gay tent. After several hours of ragee coupled with several rum and tonics, I had finally started to relax and get a grip; or so I thought. Midnight rolled around and I had seen neither Weatherly nor her young friend, Kate since I had left the boat. 'Good!' I thought. 'Those two should be kept under lock and key!' By that time, I had a pretty good buzz going, but knew that we all had to rally by zero-dark- thirty. So, after bidding my friends a pleasant evening, I called a cab and headed back to my hotel. I FUMBLED my key into the lock, opened the door and fell into my room. Apparently I had left a light on in the bathroom. Good thing! So, like a moth to a flame, I stumbled into the head and went about preparing myself for bed with reasonable success. After fifteen minutes of peeing and tooth brushing, I toddled barefooted into the darkened bedroom wearing only my jockey shorts and a muzzy smile. I cursed under my breath after almost knocking the lamp off the bed stand again. I seemed bound and determine to destroy that lamp. Finally, I located the switch and turned it on. My heart stopped. Beneath the sheets of my bed were two long, wiggling lumps. The lumps giggled. Suddenly one of the lumps grew as Kate pulled back the blankets, sat up leaning on her elbow and smiled demurely. The second lump remained still for the time being. Now, if you think for one minute that all of my previous self-admonishment about distancing myself from a potentially "sticky" situation rushed to the forefront of my thinking, causing me to, without hesitation, order the beautiful, thirteen year old from my bed, you would be dead ass wrong! "Kate, what are you doing here?" I asked lamely as I sat heavily on the end of the bed and dropped my head into my hands. Then Weatherly surfaced with a giggle. "Hello, Rick," she said with a sexy smile. "Oh, Jesus!" I sighed. "What am I going to do with you two?" "Make love to us," Weatherly replied without hesitation. "Oh, yes! Please make love to us, Mr. Gordon," Kate added sweetly. "Oh God!," I moaned in semi-feigned exasperation as I lay back across the end of the bed, my forearm over my eyes. Weatherly quickly bounced to the end of the bed, then leaning over me, planted a big, wet kiss on my mouth. It startled me at first, but I soon began to kiss her back. I groaned as I felt her hand venture down my stomach then under the waistband of my jockeys. My cock responded to Weatherly's warm touch, becoming instantly erect. 'Here we go,' I thought. 'Thinking with the little head again!' Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed young Kate gazing lovingly at Weatherly and myself. "Weatherly, stop," I managed to say when I could tear my mouth from hers. "This is going to get us into serious trouble. It's bad enough that I have allowed myself to corrupt you, but what about little Kate here? Surely she doesn't realize what she's asking." Kate remained silent and simply smiled even more enticingly. "Oh, I think she does," Weatherly countered as she winked at her little friend. "Kate, maybe if we show Rick how pretty we are, he won't want us to leave so soon. Would you mind taking your clothes off for Mr. Gordon, so he can see what a big girl you really are." "Now wait a minute, Weatherly. Kate, wait! You shouldn't listen to Weatherly. We shouldn't be doing this." But Kate wasn't about to wait or to listen to my pleas. Weatherly's hand went back to work stroking my cock beneath my jockeys while young Kate slipped from under the blankets, got to her knees and slowly began to remove the pretty, little, lace collared nightie she wore. It was then that I first noticed that both girls had taken great care to make themselves look beautiful this evening. They both wore a slight amount of makeup and even though they had both been under the blanket when I arrived, I could tell that their hair was freshly brushed and shining. I watched silently as Kate's little nightie slipped over her head then fell to the bed beside her. Young Kate was indeed a splendid, little girl at thirteen and a half. She smiled proudly as she displayed her body before me. Her skin was white and flawless. Her tiny breasts were slightly rounded and topped with two tiny, pink nipples. As my eyes traveled down past her narrow waist I first spotted the sexy, little, lace, garter belt arrangement she wore, no doubt an attempt to look older and more experienced. Then my eyes became riveted to the junction of her narrow thighs. Kate's pussy was completely devoid of pubic hair. Or at least from where I lay, I couldn't see any. Her perfectly shaped, little vulva were smooth and plump and curved deliciously into a tight, little slit which disappeared between her legs. My mouth began to water as I mused about how that sweet, little pussy might taste, and how her smooth vulva might feel beneath my exploring tongue. Suddenly my revery was broken when Weatherly gave my crank a yank. "Hey, big boy. Don't forget about me. First you have to make love to me, then maybe I'll let you play with Kate for awhile if you still have the strength. I think I still look pretty good for an older woman. Don't you think?" With that, Weatherly released her hold on my cock. Then she flopped back onto the bed, pulled up her night shirt and slipped her little panties down to about mid-thigh. She was certainly no less lovely than I remembered her from the previous night. Thoughts of Kate drifted away for awhile as I rolled over then crawled up to the gorgeous, dark haired teenager. Weatherly's eyes sparkled with nervous excitement as she smiled sidelong at me. "I'm going to show you something new tonight, little girl," I said with a devilish grin of my own. Starting at her ankles, I began to kiss my way up the insides Weatherly's firm thighs, alternating from right to left with every other kiss. This drew sighs of pleasure intermingled with giggles from the hot, young girl. When I reached her little, cotton panties I took one side in my teeth and drew them down her leg, stretching the material. Then I switched to the other side, and soon I had drawn the tiny garment down over her ankles. Then I proceeded to work my way slowly back up her inner thighs again, softly kissing and licking as I went. Weatherly began to squirm as my kisses approached her most tender area. I could smell the sweet scent of aroused female long before my lips met with Weatherly's pussy lips. I quickly flicked my tongue a couple of times over the entrance to her vagina, teasing the young girl, before I plunged my tongue into her. This certainly achieved the desired effect. Weatherly's little ass virtually leapt off the bed as she gasped in surprise. "You like that, don't you little girl," I said as I gave her sweet pussy a long, slow lick. Before she could answer, I clamped my mouth on her like a lamprey eel and began to probe her tight vagina repeatedly. "Oh, God!" the teenager cried out in ecstacy. "What?... Oh, God, yeah!" "Mmmm," I hummed as I shook my head quickly from side to side, my lips sucking on her vagina. Weatherly began to hump her hips up and down, fucking my face. I glanced over her heaving belly to see her face contorted in extreme pleasure. I moved my tongue to her clitoris. Weatherly Lewis exploded instantly into an orgasm of seismic proportions. I sucked the tiny bud of her erect clit between my lips, teasing the tip with my tongue while Weatherly's little ass danced against my face. Meanwhile, I brought one hand up between her legs and started moving a finger slowly around her vaginal opening, coating it with the warm, sticky juices which now flowed freely from her. Then, without warning, I moved the tip of my finger down to her anal opening and slipped it inside the young girl. Weatherly's tight rectum took me in as she groaned in pleasure. Then I began a slow fucking motion with my finger while I continued to suckle her little clit. Another orgasm soon followed. I looked once more over Weatherly's tummy and asked, "Do you like it when I eat your pussy, baby?" I gave her another long, slow lick. "Ohhh, yeah," the teenager cooed as she clamped her thighs tightly against my ears. I felt Weatherly's hands move to the back of my head, then her fingernails raked through my hair as she pulled my mouth hard against her pussy. I obliged the young girl by flicking my tongue rapidly over her little clit until she howled with delight. After a few more minutes, I figured Weatherly was ready to fuck. I pushed her legs apart then got to my hands knees and crawled up between her legs, my thighs pressed against hers, my hands on either side of her shoulders. As I gazed down from above her, I was again struck by Weatherly Lewis' ravishing beauty. I was indeed a lucky man. "Are you ready, Sweetheart?" I asked the gorgeous, young girl lying beneath me. Not for the last time I marveled at the fact that this beautiful creature was only fifteen years old. Her attempts at making herself look older and more experienced had certainly paid off this evening. At the time, I didn't give her age a second thought. I wanted nothing more than to burry my cock deep inside this luscious, young vixen. Weatherly gave me a most penetrating look, then simply nodded her head. I leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. Then rising up over her once again, I dipped my hips, and without using a hand as a guide, I placed the tip of my rock, hard erection against the soft, inner petals of Weatherly's spread pussy. I watched the young teen's expression intently as I brought my hips forward, easing my cock slowly into her. She rolled her head back slightly on the pillow but continued to gaze directly into my eyes as we both felt my cock slide into the tight, warm interior of her vagina. We both groaned softly together as Weatherly's strong, vaginal muscles rippled around my cock as it made its way deeper and deeper into her belly. As I mentioned earlier, the two of us were perfectly matched. When the head of my cock pushed against the very back of her love canal, Weatherly closed her eyes and uttered a soft, shuddering sigh. We were again completely coupled. For the longest time, I was unwilling to move at all, content to simply gaze down at the beautiful, young girl. Her lovely face was flushed and her forehead graced with a light sheen of perspiration. As I allowed my eyes to travel down Weatherly's young body, I saw her firm tummy heave as her interior arranged itself around the presence of my cock. "Are you OK?" I asked her tenderly. The beautiful teenager opened her big eyes, gave me a timid smile, then nodded whispering, "I'm fine. You feel so wonderful inside me." "I'm glad," I whispered in return. "I love making love to you, Weatherly." Weatherly smiled up at me, then brought her hands to the backs of my arms and moved her hips slowly from side to side, working the head of my cock against her cervix. When she did, I gave here a little jab. She rocked her head back, shutting her eyes tightly, then grunted, "Ohhhh!" As she opened her eyes and looked back up at me, I gave her another jab, then another shortly after the first. These short, hard jabs really seemed to turn her on. Each thrust elicited another gasp, followed by a sensual smile. I kept the pace slow but continued with the short thrusts of my hips, each time driving the head of my cock against the back of Weatherly's birth canal and my pubic bone against her erect clitoris. After just a few moments, she dug her fingernails into my triceps and began to raise her hips up quickly to meet my hammering thrusts. "Open your eyes, baby," I said breathlessly. "I want you to look at me while I fuck you." Young Weatherly didn't answer, but with some difficulty, opened her eyes and managed to stare at me while I continued to deliver my short, hard thrusts to her tight, young pussy. Soon, however, she once again drifted off into ecstatic oblivion as she rolled her head to one side, panting in time to my thrusts. I had all but forgotten about Weatherly's little friend, Kate, I was so wrapped up in fucking the sweet fifteen year old. I looked toward the other side of the big, hotel bed and was met with a very desirable sight. Young Kate, lay there on her tummy with her pretty face cupped in her hands, gazing intently at Weatherly and me as we went about our love making. "Do you like what you see, Kate?" I asked the young girl. "I... I guess so," she replied hesitantly. "It looks a little scarey really. Does it hurt, Weath?" Kate asked her friend during a pause in my fucking. "Huh? What? Ohhhh," Weatherly moaned as she tried to gather her thoughts. I smiled knowingly then wagged my hips slowly from side to side, moving my cock inside Weatherly's tight cunt. I doubt if I was helping her to focus. "No it doesn't hurt, does it, sweetheart?" I asked as I gave Weatherly a good, hard jab. "Uugghh!" she grunted forcefully. "N..no. Ohhh, uugghh!" Weatherly grunted as I jabbed her again. Kate looked worried. "Trust me, honey," I said to her. "Weatherly is in heaven and so am I. Nothing feels better than making love. You just lie right there and watch what happens, then later if you think you want to try it, I'll show you what to do, OK?" I then gave Weatherly a few long, slow strokes, pulling my glistening shaft almost all the way out of her clinging, young pussy each time before sliding smoothly back into the beautiful teenager. This had the desired effect. Instead of grunting, Weatherly moaned deeply, rolling her head from side to side as she held on tightly to my arms. "I'm going to fuck Weatherly properly now Kate, so neither of us will feel much like talking for awhile. Tell you what. Before I get started, why don't you slide over here and give me a little kiss. I've been wanting to kiss you ever since I met you." "I don't know," Kate mumbled. She dropped her cheek down to the bed cover and gazed at me coyly. "What's wrong?" I asked tenderly. "I thought you were a mature, young girl. You sure seemed to know what you were doing the other day," I continued with a smile. "Haven't you ever been kissed by a man?" "Well, yeah, but," young Kate answered with a blush. "Your brother again, I suppose?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. "Uh huh, but only once," she explained. "It felt kinda weird, though, so we stopped." "Hey, what about me?" Weatherly whined as she rolled her hips. "Just a second, sweetheart." She gave me a little pout. "You never let your brother fuck you, did you, Kate?" I asked the thirteen year old pointedly. "No way!" Kate said indignantly. "He tried, a bunch of times to touch my.. Touch my.. You know." She blushed hotter still. "Your pussy," I offered. Kate hid her face and mumbled into the covers, "Uh huh." Then she looked back up and continued, "But I wouldn't let him." "Will you let me?" I asked hopefully. "Riiiickkkk!" Weatherly whined. I ignored her for the moment and asked Kate again, "Will you let me touch your pussy, Kate?" "Well, maybe," she answered in a mortified, little voice. "Then slide over here and kiss me," I ordered somewhat forcefully. "I won't touch any girl who won't kiss me." Young Kate gave me a perplexed look, then slowly wiggled her way closer to Weatherly and myself. I gave Weatherly one slow thrust, causing her to inhale sharply. Kate watched closely. "Kiss me, Honey," I said to her, then leaned closer to the nervous thirteen year old. I could understand her anxiety. After all, here she was in a hotel room with a strange man who was in the process of fucking her best friend right in front of her. But if I had any chance of getting the two girls involved in a little menage a trois, then Kate would have to get over her apprehensions about group sex. I wondered if at her young age she would be able to overcome her parental conditioning and natural prejudices. My worries were alleviated slightly when suddenly, Kate leaned closer and gave me a timid, little kiss. "That's nice, baby," I said to Kate as I began to slowly extract my throbbing cock from the confines of Weatherly's tight vagina. When just the tip remained inside her vaginal entrance, I pushed back into her in one smooth motion until my thighs met hers. "Mmmmmm," Weatherly moaned. "Kiss me again, Kate." "Huh?" "I said, kiss me again." Slowly Kate leaned closer. As her tender lips pressed against mine, I placed one hand behind her head while balancing over Weatherly on one arm. As I began a slow rhythmic fucking motion with my hips, driving my stiff cock smoothly in and out of young Weatherly, I held Kate's mouth to mine and kissed the young girl deeply. "Mmmph.. Mmmph!" Kate puffed from around my hungry lips. She struggled weakly, but I held her lips to mine as I forced my tongue into the sweet interior of her tasty mouth. Slowly I fucked one young teenager while kissing the other. Kate began to relax. Her struggles abated and soon I felt her little tongue begin to toy with mine. After a second, I leaned back, dropped my hand back beside Weatherly' shoulder and said to Kate, "Look down there," I nodded toward Weatherly's tummy. "Can you see my cock as it moves in and out of Weatherly's pussy?" Young Kate looked down nervously. I followed her wide eyed stare as we watched the glistening shaft of my cock slipping slowly in and out of her best friend's pussy. I raised up a little to give Kate a better view. I could see the pink, inner lips of Weatherly's young pussy cling to my shaft as it withdrew, then fold inward as I pushed back inside. Weatherly moaned softly while her little friend watched her pretty pussy being fucked. "Wadaya think, Kate? Pretty neat isn't it?" "Yeah! That looks really cool," Kate answered enthusiastically. "Well, honey, give me one more kiss, then I want you to lay back and watch while I make your friend have an orgasm." "What's an orgasm?" "I'm going to make Weatherly cum, Kate. Just like the two of you did for me earlier today." "You mean girls can cum too?" she asked innocently. "Sure they can," I answered with a warm smile. When Weatherly and I are finished, I'll make you cum too, if you want." "Sure!" Kate answered brightly. "OK, then. How 'bout that kiss." Kate smiled sweetly then leaned forward and kissed me unabashedly. Things were looking up! I kissed her several times before I said, "Lie back now, honey and watch." I smiled at the cute, little girl as she resumed her position beside us on the bed. Then I looked down at Weatherly. "Are you ready to cum, baby?" I asked Weatherly as I pushed the head of my cock up against her cervix." "Ohhhhh," she groaned. Then Weatherly opened her big, moist eyes, brought her fingers shyly to the corner of her mouth, and said, "Please, fuck me. Make me cum, Rick." I needed no further encouragement after hearing that sexy plea. I immediately began to fuck the hot, young girl with slow, measured strokes while I watched her facial expressions intently. Weatherly was indeed lovely to watch. She gamely attempted to maintain eye contact, but as I gradually increased the tempo of my fucking, her eyes closed then her head rolled back on the pillow as she arched her back. Soon, I dropped down onto my elbows bringing my face to within inches of hers. I felt her warm, moist breath on my lips as she panted in time to my fucking. At that point, I increased the rapidity of my thrusts once again. Weatherly's pussy felt wonderful, her firm muscles gripping my cock as it moved smoothly in and out of her well lubricated, love canal. "Ohh..oh..oh, Mmm..mm..mm" Weatherly Lewis moaned as I gazed into her eyes from only inches away. She then lifted her legs up off the bed, instinctively altering the angle of her vagina to better accept my pistoning cock, as she hugged my hips with her strong thighs. "Oh, God! Fuck meee..ee..ee..ee..ee!" Weatherly cried as I hammered away at her hot, wet pussy. The room soon filled with the scent of aroused female. I could hear the sticky sounds of love coming from between Weatherly's thighs mixed with her cries of passion. I was grateful that the bed was against the outside of the building, when the headboard began to bang against the wall. I'm sure, however, that other guests in the hotel got quite an earful that night. Suddenly Weatherly's strong body stiffened. She dug her finger nails into my back and shoulders as her pussy began to contract rhythmically around my cock. I paused briefly, enjoying in the feeling of her young cunt as it massaged me. I knew she was ramping up to climax and that soon her pussy would begin its incredible, sequential, milking action. "Oh! Oh, God!" Weatherly cried suddenly as she began to tremble. Kate, who had been watching closely piped up, "What is it Weath? What's wrong?" she asked in an alarmed voice. "Nothing's wrong, Kate," I assured her as I rose up on my hands once again. "Weatherly's getting ready to cum." "How do you know?" "Because I can feel her pussy inside. It's getting hotter and tighter. Put your hand on her tummy and you'll feel her muscles as they contract," I instructed young Kate as I began to stroke slowly once more. Kate looked at me hesitantly. "Go ahead," I instructed. "Weatherly won't mind one bit." Kate moved closer and put her little hand on her best friends heaving belly. "Wow!" Kate exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. "I can really feel it." "Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" Weatherly groaned. She was really close now. "Yeah, I know, Kate. Listen, Honey, if you really want to make your friend feel great, you could move your hand down and touch her pussy a little. I'm sure she'd really like that." "Oh, I couldn't do that," Kate said as she jerked her hand away. "Sure you can, Kate, honey. Weatherly will really like it. You want her to feel good don't you?" "Well, yeah, but.." "Then go ahead and touch her down there, just like you touch yourself when you want to feel good. I know you know how, Kate." The young girl blushed hotly as she slowly reached her hand down toward Weatherly's pussy. Weatherly gasped deeply when she felt her best friend's hand touch her then slowly begin to rub. "That's right, Kate," I said. Just keep doing that. "Rub Weatherly right at the top of her pussy crack. That's where it feels best." "I know that," Kate said somewhat indignantly. As I began to pick up my tempo once again, I looked down to see Kate's little hand rubbing Weatherly in her most sensitive area. The results were practically instantaneous. Weatherly suddenly arched her back high off the bed as she cried out, "Oh, God! I'm cummmmminnngg!" "Yeah, baby," I grunted as I began to hammer away at her with short, rapid jabs. When Kate moved her hand away, I said, "Don't stop, Kate. Keep rubbing her down there!" Kate quickly returned her fingers to her best friend's pussy. Meanwhile, I felt Weatherly's vaginal muscles begin to move. With one final heave of my hips, I plowed into her and held fast just in time for the fun to begin. I have never found another woman in my travels who's pussy could do what young Weatherly Lewis' pussy could. It is almost impossible to describe the feeling. The closest I can come is to say that her pussy felt like someone sliding a tight rubber ring back and forth along the length of my cock while immersing it in a warm, oil bath. It was unbelievable! "Cum, for me Weatherly!" I coaxed. "Cum, Baby! Oh, God you feel so great, sweetheart!" Then I turned to Kate, "Kiss me, Kate," I ordered. "But.." "I said, kiss me, Kate!" As Kate leaned forward, I grabbed her by her hair and planted my mouth over hers. "Mmmeee!" she squealed through her nose as I pushed my tongue deep into her mouth. The combined stimuli of burying my cock in the spasming pussy of one young, teenage girl while french kissing her best friend was simply too much. The damn broke and for the second time in two days, I flooded Weatherly's womb with wave upon wave of hot semen. The young girl had never asked. Perhaps she really didn't know anything about human reproduction, but fortunately for her, I had undergone a vasectomy several years earlier so there was no chance that I would impregnate Weatherly. Oh, my Jesus, God!" I cried as I shook all over. Instinctively I pulled out of the tight teen, then rammed her firmly. "Uugghh!" Weatherly grunted as her brown eyes flew open wide. Reluctantly I pulled my mouth from Kate's then gazed down into Weatherly's eyes and said, "You're wonderful, Weath." I gave her another thrust. "Mmmm," She groaned. "And Kate was wonderful too. Did you like it when she touched your pussy?" "Mmm, hmm," Weatherly cooed as she reached out and placed her hand tenderly on her little friends cheek. I leaned over and kissed Kate, then dropped down to my elbows and kissed Weatherly deeply, enjoying the feeling of my cock slowly softening inside her. Her young pussy continued to milk me long after her orgasm subsided. The sweet teenager brought her arms up around my neck and kissed me passionately. It took all of my will power to slowly extract my cock from its warm, wet sheath. "Ohhhh," Weatherly whined softly as I rolled off her. "I've got to use the facilities," I said as I got up from the bed. As I turned to head for the bathroom, I glanced back to see Weatherly gazing at me with the prettiest "freshly fucked" look I have ever had the privilege to witness. WHEN I WALKED BACK into the bedroom, Kate was propped up on one elbow. Weatherly dozed quietly beside her. "Well, wadaya think, Kate? Do you think you might like to try making love?" I asked the young girl as she looked up at me expectantly. Kate hesitated, but finally answered timidly, "I think I do, but I'm a little scared." "I know, honey, and that's OK. It's perfectly natural for you to be a little scared. I'll make you the same promise that I made to Weatherly the other night. I promise to go very slowly, and if at any time, you want me to stop whatever it is that's scaring you, then you just say the word and I'll stop right way, OK?" "OK, I guess." "Remember, Sweetheart, I'll understand if you don't want to go through with this. You're a very, young girl and it might just be a bit too soon for you to be thinking about making love to a man." My last statement got the expected response out of the proud, young girl. "I'm not that young!" Kate exclaimed. "I'm only two years younger than Weatherly, and if she can do it, then so can I," she said bravely. Kate was trying her best to act grown up, but I could tell she was scared. My conscience began to nag me. I started to wonder if I might hurt young Kate if I tried to fuck her. I really didn't want to do that, but as I gazed down at the naked, young girl, I began to rationalize that she would let me know if things got to heavy for her. I decided to proceed slowly. "OK, Honey, if you're sure you want to go on." "I'm sure," Kate said gamely. "Then roll over and we'll get started." At first, Kate flopped onto her back, but as I crawled onto the big bed, I said, "Why don't you roll onto your side, sweetheart. Let's face each other, and we'll just kiss for awhile, OK?" Kate perked up a little with that, a noticeable look of relief spreading across her lovely face. She really was pretty nervous, and I thought that maybe a little light petting might go a long way toward relaxing her. Weatherly stirred, then slowly got up and headed into the bathroom as her young friend rolled onto her side, propped her head on one hand and looked at me with just the tiniest hint of a shy smile. "You're awfully pretty, Kate," I said to the teenager as I slowly moved up beside her. I placed one hand tenderly on her cheek and kissed her on the forehead, inhaling the scent of her shining hair in the process. Then I moved my hand slowly behind her head, sliding my fingers into her warm, blond hair as I began to kiss her eyelids and cheek. Kate giggled softly at first, but when my lips finally found hers, she became silent, parted her tender, pink lips and allowed me to kiss her softly. I proceeded very slowly with her, as I kissed the perimeter of her little mouth, then carefully sucked on her lower lip. I moved my hand down her neck to her shoulder. Kate kept her head propped up on a hand as my left hand began its exploration of her body. Kate returned my kisses with soft, little kisses of her own. I can't think of anything as tender as the kiss of a young, teenage girl. As she did, I allowed my hand to stray over her shoulder then down to her tiny breasts. Kate gasped into my open mouth when my fingers first touched the tiny, erect bud of her right nipple. I let my fingers toy with her firm nipple for a moment before I began to carefully massage her small breast. I could feel the hard lump of her undeveloped mammary gland beneath her soft, warm skin. After a few pleasant moments, I again moved my hand up to her right shoulder. While I continued to spread soft kisses over Kate's face and neck, I gently pushed her over onto her back, then moved my body against hers. Kate whimpered, and her little body stiffened as I felt her soft, warm skin against my chest. "Are you OK?" I asked softly. "I think so," she said, smiling timidly. "You're doing just fine, you know," I told her, then I kissed her softly on the lips. "Shall I continue?" Kate nodded her pretty head. I smiled warmly then pulled her warm body against mine. At first she stiffened, but soon I felt her begin to relax as I slowly moved my hand under her narrow back and waist. Again, I took my time, slowly massaging young Kate, feeling her muscles relax beneath my touch. I began to kiss her a bit harder and was pleased to note that she responded in kind. Kate's little tongue stole into my mouth and danced over my teeth and gums. She tasted wonderful. Carefully, I allowed my hand to slip down her flank. Sensing no resistance, I moved my hand down between us so that the backs of my fingers slid softly over Kate's firm, flat tummy. I felt the young girl's belly tighten beneath my touch. The time was ripe. I kissed Kate deeply, pushing my tongue into her tasty mouth as I rolled my hand over, then slipped it down to cup her small, hairless pussy. "Mm..mm," Kate squeaked as she instinctively grabbed my wrist with one hand and jerked her hips back against the mattress. Then she pulled her mouth from mine and looked at me with a panicky expression. "It's OK, Honey," I said smiling. "That was a perfectly natural reaction. Am I the first man to touch you down there?" I asked her as I moved my fingers against her plump, little cunt once again. Kate half-heartedly resisted, trying to hold my hand away as she blushed then answered, "My brother touched me there once when I was sleeping, but when I woke up, I hit him good." I really didn't take much force to overcome Kate's mild resistance. I pushed my finger tips against her vulva feeling their plump resilience. Then I looked her straight in the eye and said, "You're not going to hit me are you, Kate?" I gave her a warm smile. Kate studied my face for a moment before lowering her gaze and replying softly, "Uh uh." I felt her grip on my wrist slowly relax, so I began to rub her gently. "What, Honey?" I asked, pretending not to have heard her. "I'm not gonna hit you," she mumbled under her breath. "That's good, baby, because I think you'll like my rubbing after a little while. It just feels strange at first, but you'll get used to it." I slipped my middle finger between her firm vulva, happily feeling just a hint of moisture. "Oooo," Kate squealed as she again grabbed my wrist, her eyes wide open and staring. "Mmm, my little girl's getting wet," I murmured. "That's nice." As I slowly worked my finger back and forth in Kate's tight, moist slit, she once again relaxed her grip, on my wrist but continued to gaze at me intently. "Doesn't that feel good, baby?" I cooed. "Why don't you spread you legs a little for me. Will you do that for me, Katie?" Without a sound, Kate lowered her gaze then slowly spread her legs just a bit. "That's right, honey. Now you just relax and let me make you feel really good, OK?" She nodded. I rolled closer to her and began to kiss her face and mouth as I slipped my finger farther into her pussy slit. Kate sighed softly as my exploring finger tip found her soft, inner petals. I removed my hand from her warm, little pussy just long enough to lick my finger. As I did, I caught a whiff of her tangy, young scent. Then I covered young Kate's mouth with mine and returned my moistened finger to her pussy. Kate's little hips jumped and she gave a little squeak as the cool, wet tip of my finger made contact with the soft tissues between her plump vulva. Her breaths came in little puffs against my cheek as I kissed her deeply. Kate's hips began to move slowly as I continued to move my finger in her pussy slit. I searched with the tip of my finger for her little, love button. When I finally found it hiding beneath its tiny shroud, Kate shivered violently. "Mmmmph!" she puffed into my mouth. "That's it, baby," I murmured as I pulled my mouth from hers. "Just let go and relax." Kate's hips began to move more in time to my petting as I concentrated all of my efforts on her clitoris, rubbing it in small circles. When I sensed that the young girl was responding to my attentions, I began to slowly kiss my way down one side of her soft neck, then down over her shoulder blades until my lips finally found one tiny, pink nipple. "Ohhh, "Kate moaned softly as I began to swirl my tongue in tight circles around the satiny smooth skin of her small areola. Then I flicked the tip of my tongue across the tiny nipple causing it to harden. I continued to move my finger slowly back and forth in Kate's pussy, feeling her become wetter by the minute, as I moved my lips to her other little breast. Kate had turned her face to one side, but she looked at me when I said, "I want to taste your little pussy now, honey, like I did for Weatherly. Is that OK with you?" After a pause she replied, "Uh huh. I guess so." "OK, Sweetheart. You just relax," I said as I got to my knees then moved down even with Kate's knees. She looked a little apprehensive so I again tried to reassure her. "You just lie still now, Kate and let me do all the work, OK?" She nodded timidly. "I'm going to spread your legs a little more, now. Just relax," I said as I carefully placed my hands under her knees. "Remember, baby, all you have to do is say the word, and I'll stop at any time." I gave Kate a warm smile then slowly lifted her knees and pulled them apart, spreading her firm, young thighs. Oh, what a sight opened before me. As the sweet, young girl allowed me to spread her thighs, I feasted my hungry eyes on her little, hairless pussy. I continued to pull her knees apart until I was able to make out Kate's tiny, pink labia, glistening delicately with moisture. Then I let her knees drop back to the bed. "You have such a pretty pussy, Kate," I whispered. Are you ready, sweetheart?" "Is it gonna hurt?" the young teen asked plaintively. "No, Kate. This won't hurt at all. It might feel a little strange at first, but I promise you'll like it a lot. Just relax and give it a chance. I'll go real slow. I'm gonna start by kissing the insides of you legs, OK?" Young Kate looked a little less frightened as I lay on my stomach and dropped my head down between her legs. I placed one hand on each of her knees in case she decided to close her legs prematurely, then leaned down and kissed the inside of her left thigh. Kate squealed and tried to close her legs together, but I maintained a gentle pressure on her knees, holding them apart. "It's OK, Honey," I murmured as I kissed her again, this time about two inches closer to the junction of her thighs. My lips were several inches away from her pussy, but non-the-less, I could smell her tangy, young scent. It really turned me on and it took all of my self-control not to move to quickly and frighten the trusting, young girl. Next I switched across to her other inner thigh, kissing her softly twice. Just then, Weatherly returned from her prolonged trip to the bathroom. When she saw what was happening, she quietly took a seat on the bed near her little friend's shoulder and gazed down at her tenderly. When Kate let out an unexpected little cry, Weatherly was quick to place a soothing hand to her friend's cheek, whispering, "Shhh.. Don't worry, Kate. It's gonna be just fine. You'll see. Mr. Gordon is very gentle." She smiled down at me. I kissed Kate's left inner thigh where it curved outward below her tender, young pussy. My left cheek actually touched her plump, little vulva. "Ohh!" Kate moaned. "Shhh, Baby," I whispered as I turned my head to the left and planted a kiss on Kate's pussy lips, just below the tiny hood which shrouded her immature clitoris. She froze. After a second or two, I kissed her again in the same place, this time followed by a little nibble with my lips. That got a reaction. Kate squeaked in surprise, then brought her hands quickly down to my face and tried to push me away. At the same time she pressed her thighs together much harder, attempting to prevent any further incursions into her most private place. I was grateful to see Weatherly reach down and take her young friend by the wrists, pulling Kate's hands away from my head. I, in the mean time, struggled to keep the young girl from clamping her legs together. Weatherly held Kate's hands while she tried to calm her. Meanwhile, I held perfectly still until I felt Kate ease the pressure on her thighs and relax. Finally, I asked her, "Are you OK, Kate?" "Ohhhhhhh,"she whined. "I'm scared. It feels so weird when you kiss me down there." "Don't be frightened, Kate. I won't hurt you. I promise. Just ask Weatherly. I thought you wanted to be a big girl." My last statement provoked the answer I was looking for. "Yeah, I guess I do," Kate added after a minute's thought. "But it feels so funny in my tummy when you do that." "That's what it's suppose to feel like, honey. It feels kinda good though, doesn't it?" "Yeah, I guess." "That's right. You just aren't used to being kissed down here," I said as I gave her sweet pussy another soft kiss. She inhaled rapidly. "You'll get used to it, though." I gave her a little lick." "Ohh, Gosh!" Kate gasped as the tip of my tongue slipped over her tiny labia. Her little hips pushed up off the mattress. She was ready to eat. I covered her little pussy with my mouth then dipped my tongue between her petal-like labia, tasting her salty, tangyness. This time when she tried, I allowed Kate to bring her knees up beside my head, then I quickly slid my arms under her legs and wrapped them around her thighs, pulling her pussy against my face. Weatherly let go of her friend's wrists and Kate's hands immediately flew to the back of my head. At first she pulled at my hair, trying to pull my mouth away from her pussy, but as I continued to lick her slowly and evenly, her struggles quickly diminished. Soon, she stopped pulling and simply let her hands rest on the back of my head. Kate's pussy was a joy to eat. Her's was the first I had ever experienced that was totally devoid of pubic hair. Her plump, little vulva felt wonderfully smooth and springy beneath my tongue as I licked up one side of her pussy, then the other, nibbling softly as I went. Her sweet scent filled my head as the young girl sighed softly, her little hips now rolling from side to side in time with the movements of my mouth. Suddenly, Kate's moaning became muffled, and her young body stiffened. As she pulled her hands from the back of my head, I looked up across her tummy to witness a totally unexpected turn of events. Weatherly, who had been quietly watching our love making, had slid her body down alongside Kate's and was at the moment, kissing her young friend full on the mouth, Kate's hands entangled in her dark hair. As Kate began to struggle weakly with Weatherly, trying to turn her head to the side, I pushed the tip of my tongue into the tight entrance to Kate's little vagina. She squealed into her friend's mouth as her hands left Weatherly's hair and returned to mine. For the next several minutes, Weatherly and I kept little Kate preoccupied first at one end, then at the other until the young teenager resigned herself to being handled at will. Kate soon melted into cooperation, as the two of us had or way with her young body. I locked my mouth over Kate's little clitoris and rolled it between my lips, sucking gently on the hard, little nub. Kate instinctively pushed her pussy against the source of the strange but wonderful feelings that radiated into her belly and down her legs. I again looked up over Kate's flat, little tummy and thrilled to see that she and Weatherly were kissing passionately, all their inhibitions seemed to have slipped away. For several minutes, Weatherly and I amused ourselves with the writhing, young teen. Then I raised my mouth from Kate's pussy and whispered to Weatherly, "I'm going to try to fuck her now, baby. I might need your help at first, Weatherly." "Mmm, wha... what?" Kate panted as Weatherly stopped to look at me and nod knowingly. "I said, I'm going to fuck you now, Kate. Your little pussy is nice and wet, and I think you're ready. What do you think, sweetheart?" I gave her sweet pussy a lick. Kate propped herself up on her elbows and stared down between her legs at me. A worried look spread over her pretty face as she furrowed her brow in thought. "I don't know, Mr. Gordon," she said. Will it hurt much, Weath?" she asked plaintively as she looked to her older friend for reassurance. Weatherly smiled tenderly and placed her hand on Kate's cheek. "It'll hurt a little at first, Kate, but Mr. Gordon is really gentle. He'll make it as easy as he can for you, I promise." Weatherly smiled first at her nervous, young friend then at me. "That's right, sweetheart," I assured young Kate as I kissed her inner thigh softly. "Tell you what. Let me show you kinda what you can expect. Until then, I had refrained form exerting any pressure on Kate's vaginal opening, but decided I could now risk a slight amount of probing. "Raise your knees up, honey and spread your legs really wide. I'm going to put just the tip of my finger into your vagina so you'll know how it feels to have something inside you, OK?" Weatherly nodded her approval to her young friend when Kate gave her a questioning glance. "Well, OK. I guess," the nervous teenager agreed as she lay back, raised her knees and slowly spread her legs for me. I scooted back on the end of the bed, then very carefully touched Kate with the tip of my index finger. She jumped at my touch, but soon calmed down as I slowly moved my finger up and down her wet, little slit, pausing to swirl the tip over her little clit. "How's that feel, baby?" I murmured. "Pretty good, I guess," the young girl whispered as she squirmed slightly beneath my touch. When I saw Kate begin to relax a bit, I decided to make my move. Slowly I moved the tip of my index finger to the entrance to her virgin opening, then after pushing her tiny labia aside, I entered young Kate to the first knuckle of my finger. I withdrew my finger slightly when Kate whined, "Owwww!" "Sorry, sweetheart," I murmured then continued to caress her tiny, pink labia. Soon she was sighing softly, so once again I carefully entered her. This time Kate gasped and tried to close her legs on my exploring hand. "No, baby," I said grabbing one of her knees quickly. "Don't close your legs, Kate. That'll make it hurt more." I held my finger perfectly still inside her until I felt her relax her thigh muscles, then I leaned down and began to lick her pussy just above my finger, slipping the tip of my tongue between her small labia, spreading them open around my finger tip. Carefully I began to move my finger in and out of the young girl while I continued to lick her. Kate's young body responded to my probing as her natural lubrication began to seep from inside, coating the entrance to her tiny vagina with silky, smooth fluid. The taste of the young girl began to change as well, switching from a salty taste to one of musk and arousal. Her little vagina was extremely tight around my finger, and again I found myself wondering if I might be attempting the physically impossible. Kate's narrow hips jerked, and she gasped when the tip of my exploring finger made contact with her maidenhead. She began to squirm and whine when I applied a little more pressure to the intact, little barrier. Getting Weatherly's attention with a glance, I nodded toward Kate while making a kissing motion with my mouth. Weatherly got the message and quickly leaned down to her young friend and began to kiss her. I had made the decision at this point that it would be better if I were to tear Kate's hymen a little with my finger first since she was so small. I went back to my licking and gentle probing of Kate's tiny hole while Weatherly distracted her with passionate kisses. When Kate's narrow hips once again began to roll slowly and one hand returned to the back of her best friend's head, I moved one arm around Kate's right thigh, holding her leg against my left shoulder as I continued to suckle her little pussy. Once I felt that I had a pretty good hold on the unsuspecting, young girl, I carefully moved my finger between Kate's soft labia, coating it as best I could with her slippery juices. When it was well lubricated, I spread her pussy lips wide with my other hand, then pushed my finger up into her vagina, piercing Kate's cherry in one quick motion. Kate's hips shot up off the bed as expected as she howled into her friends mouth in surprise and pain. I held her by one thigh as I pushed my finger all the way into her spasming, little vagina feeling her internal muscles clamp and release, adjusting to the unfamiliar presence inside. Weatherly threw an arm across Kate's chest and held her down as the young blond began to struggle weakly. Thankfully, Kate's cries were muffled by Weatherly's mouth or the occupants of neighboring rooms would have heard. As it was the young girl cried out several times as I pushed my finger deep inside her. When my knuckles finally came in contact with Kate's little ass cheeks, I held still for a minute, hoping she would settle down enough for me to talk to her. Her tight, little, pussy muscles continued to squeeze my finger for several minutes. 'She was going to be a good little lay if I could get my cock into her,' I thought absent mindedly. Finally I felt Kate begin to relax both inside and out. "Are you OK, Sweetheart?" I asked softly. "I.. I don't know," she whimpered. "I think so, but it stings a lot." "I know, Sweetheart. I'm sorry if I hurt you, but it's all a part of growing up. The worst is over now, though. Isn't it Weath?" "That's right, Kate," Weatherly assured her younger friend. "Mr. Gordon had to pop your cherry for you so you can be a woman like me," she said proudly. "Now it's just a matter of practice. It gets easier every time you make love, Kate. I promise." "Weatherly's right, honey. It only gets better from here on. Your pussy is very tight, because you are so young, but I think if we go slowly, you'll be able to make love. That is if you still want to." "I guess I do," Kate answered hesitantly. "But I don't know what to do." "That's why I'm here, baby. I'll show you everything you need to know. Tell you what. I think it might be best to start off with you on top. That way you can control how far we go. If it hurts too much, or if you want to stop for any reason, I'll understand. How's that sound, baby?" Young Kate pondered her situation. "Go ahead, Kate, you'll really like it," Weatherly coaxed. I looked up at Kate expectantly from between her smooth thighs and smiled. Finally I was rewarded with a smile from the sweet teenager. "OK, she whispered, but you'll have to show me what to do. "I'll show you, honey. Don't you worry about that," I offered as I slipped off the end of the bed, walked over to one side then lay down beside the two young girls with my head propped against the headboard. Kate eyed me suspiciously as I reached out and took her by the hand. "I want you to stand up on the bed, Kate, honey, step over my legs and face the foot of the bed." Kate gave me one final quizzical look then allowed me to help her up. I gazed entranced at her lovely, little butt as she gingerly stepped across my prone body and faced the foot of the bed. Then looking back at me she asked, "What now?" I smiled warmly at her saying, "All you have to do now Kate is squat down. I'll hold my dick for you, so go ahead and bring your little pussy down on top of me. Understand?" "Ohhhhh," she whined. "What is it, sweetheart?" "I'm scared," the young girl moaned. "Don't be afraid, Kate. I won't hurt you. Weatherly, why don't you see if you can help little Katie. Maybe hold her and help her balance." "OK," Weatherly said with a smile. "Here, Kate, let me help you," she said as she knelt beside her young friend and took her by her narrow waist. "Just squat down, and I'll guide you." Kate glanced from me to Weatherly, then slowly began to lower her little butt down toward my waiting cock. I reached down and pointed the tip of my cock toward young Kate's little ass as it slowly descended. Both Kate and I uttered and audible gasp as her pussy lips made contact with the smooth head of my dick. "Mmmm, that's right, baby," I murmured as I moved the head of my prick slowly back and forth against Kate's tiny labia coating myself with her juvenile juices and spreading her open. "OK, Weath, you can let go of Katie now. I think she can handle things from here. Kate, honey, just push down now. It might feel a little sore at first, but that'll pass. Go slowly and let your little pussy stretch around me, OK?" Kate looked over her shoulder at me and nodded. I noticed the exertion register on her pretty face as she began to push down. As expected, she was incredibly tight. I held my cock tightly with one hand as the sweet, young girl bore down on me. Kate's knees started to shake and she grunted deeply as her tight, little opening slowly stretched to accept the broad head of my cock. For a moment, I had my doubts that I would fit. Then suddenly, I popped inside. "Owww!" young Kate cried as she lost her balance and toppled backward catching herself with one hand. My cock slipped into her about two inches. She began to struggle, trying to regain her balance. Kate cried out again as her struggles caused a little more of my hot meat to move into her warm interior. "It's OK, baby," I whispered hoarsely as I reached up and grabbed her around her waist. "Push your feet out in front of you and sit back on my tummy." "No," Kate cried. "It hurts!" "I know, sweetheart, let me help you," I said as I pulled Kate back on top of me. I wrapped my arms around her chest and hugged her against me, holding her until her struggles began to lessen. By pulling Kate back on top of me, I transferred her weight to my belly and chest, drastically reducing the pressure my cock exerted against her tender vagina. "Shhhh, little one," I whispered as I held her tightly. Then I began to kiss her softly on her neck and shoulders. Kate's little cunt clutched at my cock as her virgin muscles fought with foreign object inside her. She whimpered pitifully as I reached down with one hand and started rubbing her tummy. I could feel the muscular spasms through her soft skin. I moved my hand lower on her abdomen, gently kneading her lower belly, hoping to reduce the cramping and pain. I had never experienced a girl of Kate's age, and once again my conscience nagged at me, insisting that I was doing irreparable harm to the sweet teenager. Ever so slowly, I felt Katie begin to relax as I continued to whisper softly in her ear and to rub her tummy. "That's it, sweetheart," I murmured. "Just relax and let your pussy get used to my cock. I can feel you beginning to stretch a little already. Don't clamp down on me, Katie. Try to relax your muscles inside, baby." The two of us lay there for several minutes. I just couldn't believe my luck. For the second time in as many days, I was breaking in another virgin. This is not something that happens to me all the time, mind you. I was in heaven. Young Kate lay in my arms, breathing deeply. After a moment or two, I said, "Why don't you try to sit up again, honey." Katie rolled her pretty face toward me and whispered, "I love you, Mr. Gordon." I smiled warmly then replied, "I'm glad sweetheart. You feel simply wonderful. Are you OK, do you think?" She nodded, then kissed me on the cheek. "OK, let's sit you up then." Kate moaned deeply as I helped to push her up so that she was again sitting on my stomach. Then I placed my hands on the tops of her thighs and carefully pushed up with my hips. Another inch or so of my cock slipped inside the tight, young teenager. "Nnnoo, Ohhh, Owww," Kate cried. "Stop, please, it hurts." "OK, Katie, OK! Don't panic, baby. We'll hold real still for a minute." Again I felt her strong vaginal muscles clamp down on me. "Don't flex your muscles inside, Katie. Try to relax your little pussy, sweetheart. I pulled out just a little, feeling her tight vagina close down behind my retreating cock head. When I felt Kate's next contraction begin to ease, I gently pushed back into her. This time I was rewarded with a little gasp rather than a cry. I pulled out about two inches. The next time I pushed Kate forward onto my waiting cock, I was pleasantly surprised to see that she spread her legs a little wider helping to take me in. "That's it, baby," I coaxed. Katie looked back over her shoulder at me and asked in a breathless little voice, "Am I doing OK?" "Oh honey, you're doing just fine. Keep moving back and forth just like that, sweetheart. You can go as slowly as you like, OK?" Kate nodded then slid her little hips forward, pushing her tight pussy onto my cock. "Ohhhhh," she moaned as her head fell back, showering me with fragrant, blond hair. I moved my hands to Kate's narrow waist and applied a gentle, guiding pressure, helping her to develop a rhythm. As I did, I softly coaxed the young girl. "That's just right, Katie. Fuck me, sweetheart. You feel so good, Katie." She was wonderfully tight. Her virgin interior enveloped my cock in a warm, moist grip. As Kate gradually gained confidence, she began to apply just a bit more pressure each time she pressed forward onto my cock. Not wanting to rush matters, I held absolutely still, allowing the young teenager to fuck me at her own pace. It took all of my self-control to keep from cumming as Kate's strong, vaginal muscles rippled around the length of my shaft each time she came down on me. Kate soon began to hump her little hips up and down in a more vertical motion, causing the head of my cock to push ever deeper into the unexplored areas of her sweet interior. She started to pant in time to her thrusts, and I heard the first sweet, wet sounds of our love making emanating from between her thighs. I looked over at Weatherly who was watching our love making intently. "Come here, Weath," I said with a smile as I reached out to her." As she moved closer, I reached out and placed a hand behind her head, pulling her down to me. A groan escaped my lips as our mouths met. Weatherly then fell down beside me on the bed as we kissed passionately. The experience of kissing one young girl while being slowly fucked by her best friend is one that I would very much like to repeat. Weatherly pressed her tender breasts against my chest and hugged me tightly as her tongue danced over my teeth. Suddenly Kate cried out and tried to raise up off my throbbing dick. Pulling my mouth away from Weatherly's I asked, "What is it, baby? What's wrong, Katie, honey?" "I don't know, I... Something's happening. I feel so strange. It feels so... I'm so scared, Mr. Gordon!" she whined. "It's alright, sweetheart," I tried to assure the young girl. "Hop up for a second, Weatherly, OK?" Weatherly quickly moved aside allowing me to take hold of young Kate just below her rib cage. "Don't climb off, baby. You're cumming, honey. It's good to cum, you'll see. Let me help you a little, OK?" I guided Kate back until she was once again lying back on my belly and chest. Next I wrapped my arms around her chest and hugged her to me tightly. I turned my face to hers and whispered into her little ear. "Here we go, sweetheart. We're gonna make you cum real hard." "But..." "Shhhh," I whispered, then kissed her behind her ear, nuzzling my face into her fragrant hair. At the same time I jerked my hips up rather forcefully, treating young Kate to her first good cock ramming. "Ugghhh," she grunted as she wrapped her arms over mine. I felt her dig her little fingernails into my wrists as she fought weakly to free herself from my grasp. Quickly, I rammed her again. "Ohh... nnno!" Kate cried. I rammed her once more. Then again several times in rapid succession, each time causing Kate's little butt to lift off my pelvis then slap back down with my next thrust. Katie's cries were cut off as she gasped for air. Each gasp was followed by a deep grunt as I fucked the young girl relentlessly. Soon she cried, "Ohh.. Ohh God.. Ohh Mr. Gordon, no, I... Uugghh!" She jerked her head side to side on my shoulder. When I heard this, I quickly moved one hand to cup her pussy. I slipped one finger into her hot slit and began to rub her tiny, erect clitoris in rapid circles. Suddenly Kate's strong, little body tensed. She dropped one small hand down to mine at her pussy and pushed my hand against herself. At the same time, she arched her back, pushing her little ass down into my lap and my cock deep into her quivering vagina. Then Kate came for the first time in her young life. As she did, I began to give her rapid, shallow thrusts, pressing down on her pussy with my hand and driving the broad head of my cock up into her until I "bottomed out" at the very end of her virgin passage. I was beside myself with ecstacy. My mind wandered from the immediacy of Kate's passion to muse idly over the fact that I had provided another young, teenage girl with her very first orgasm. Then I was drawn back to reality as young Kate began to move her hips up and down. As she did, I felt her flex her strong vaginal muscles, milking my hard cock and sending herself into an even higher level of climax. This was the crowning blow. The intensity of my resulting orgasm surprised even myself, not to mention the young teen who's pussy was suddenly filled to overflowing with hot, sticky semen. "Ohhh... ugghhh..!" Kate grunted. "Ohh, Mr. Gordon! I can feel your cum inside me. It feels so warm and nice. Mmmm.." she purred. I hugged her tightly as young Kate slowly moved her sucking pussy up and down on my pulsing cock. I could feel the cum squeeze out of her around my cock shaft to dribble down my throbbing nuts. "Oh, Katie, honey, you're so wonderful," I murmured into the young girl's ear. Again I nuzzled her behind the ear, smelling the sweet scent of her shining hair. Suddenly I felt a warm hand on my scrotum. Weatherly had unexpectedly reached down to cup my throbbing testicles. She slowly rubbed me, giving me a big smile when I looked up at her in surprise. Without warning, she moved around on the bed, slid her hand up the wet shaft of my cock which protruded from her little friend's pussy, then quickly pulled me from Kate's vagina. Before I could even begin to protest, Weatherly leaned down and popped my cock into her warm mouth. "Ohh God, Weatherly," I groaned. "Mmmmmm," she hummed as she sucked my slowly softening cock into her mouth and down her throat. Weatherly returned her warm hand to my balls and continued to rub me as she slowly milked me dry with her talented mouth. I placed a hand softly on young Kate's cheek and turned her pretty face toward me. Weatherly continued to administer to my cock as I began to kiss young Katie deeply. The sweet, young blond, still in the clutches of her recent orgasm, kissed me back fervently. Soon I lost track of what was happening to me. Even now, the memory of the events that followed that evening are a blur of feverish, wet love making. I remember cumming in Weatherly's mouth, but after that it all runs together. I'm pretty sure I fucked both young girl's at least once more before the dawn sky began to brighten. Kate and Weatherly just barely made it back aboard "Venturer" before Weatherly's dad awoke to go about preparing his boat for the day's action. For the rest of the week, I was treated to frequent oral sex while under way. My two little lovers seemed to be virtually insatiable in their desire for my affection. ON THE FINAL EVENING of my stay on Block Island, I was visited by young Kate alone. Weatherly had gone back to the mainland with her step-mother that day and was not due back until the next morning. Without going into detail and making an already long tail longer still, I will say that sweet Katie and I made love all night long that night. The sweet thirteen year old seemed to have almost unlimited energy, and an appetite for sex that I was hard pressed to appease. I must confess, I taught the young girl a lot that evening. Kate managed unknowingly to really boost my confidence in my own abilities, for which I shall always be grateful to her. The night passed with a blessed slowness and our sweating bodies remained entangled in passion until the dawn once again found us still in a gentle embrace. Weatherly returned to the island the next day and rushed to my hotel room to find me preparing to leave for home. When I let her into my room, she flew into my arms and hugged me tightly. Tears sprang from her dark eyes as she cried, "Will I ever see you again?" "Shhh, sweetheart," I murmured into her ear as I held her tightly and stroked her soft, dark hair. "I don't know, Weatherly. I sure hope so." She looked up at me with a shy smile then kissed me. Several tender moments passed as we embraced and kissed. Then there came a soft knock on the door. It was Kate. Soon I found myself being held by two teenage girls, kissing each one alternately. Both girls switched between tears and smiles as we embraced. Our parting was not a happy one. No matter how much we tried to assure ourselves that we would someday be together again, we all three knew that that possibility was highly unlikely. Several weeks later, I received a letter from Weatherly. She was doing just fine. She said she was back in school and happy, but that she missed me terribly. I wrote her back right away, but felt the need to be careful what I said in my letter, fearing that it might fall into the wrong hands. I haven't heard from her since. Kate, on the other hand, e-mails me regularly. I hear from her sometimes twice a week. We trade stories of our day-to-day lives. So far, neither of us has mentioned the events of our passed encounters. We have toyed with the idea of trying to get together, but that may prove to be quite difficult. Both of us know that. At times the memories of Kate and Weatherly are so fresh that I can almost smell their sweet scents. 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