Message-ID: <11361eli$9805171213@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: cmndr@nym.alias.net (Commander Jameson) Subject: {ASS} RP "Poppy" by the BEAR (Mf, teen, cons) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <355ed1d4.23099146@207.14.113.10XCJ> From: al-bear@ix.netcom.com (the BEAR) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: REPOST BEARsatory f/M - poppy.txt [01/01] Date: 10 Sep 1995 01:46:51 GMT Message-ID: <42tg2b$m3h@ixnews6.ix.netcom.com> -------- BEGIN -- Cut Here -- cut here Welcome to the BEAR's story-time, again, good friends and story-philes. This one is rather unusual in that it is all comes from a dream. The character of "Poppy" is based on a lady character of the same name who appeared in a movie titled "X-Rated Starlets", and then later made a guest appearance in a very nice and cozy dream out of BEAR's subconscious. The BEAR is sure that the actress who played Poppy would have been very pleased to play this role. He enjoyed being her co-star. As usual, if you don't like sex, love and tenderness, Or if young sex bothers you, or if you prefer strong language, skip to another article. The BEAR thanks you. And all you Younguns kibitzing on this group, go tell your parents that they need to watch you more closely, okay? Come back later when you are older. BTW, all comments appreciated. E-mail, please. ************************************************************** *** Copyright (c) 1995 by the BEAR. Duplication without *** *** changes or omissions is permitted for personal, *** *** non-profit use. All other rights are reserved. *** *** [Permission may be available.] *** ************************************************************** ***************** *** POPPY *** ***************** My Name is Poppy, and I am fifteen years old. I want to tell about my Bill, and how we first met, and how I managed to get him to see me as a woman, so we could be together. My family was having a big holiday party and my oldest sister had invited the guy she had been dating. My parents kind of liked him because he was so nice, but had said they were a little concerned because he was a lot older than her. Not long after I'd met him, I decided he was for sure nicer than she deserved. Of course I couldn't tell him that. Or my parents either for that matter. She never treats her boyfriends right, always getting lots out of them and then dumping them when she finds someone she likes better. I'd sat and talked to him for maybe an hour or two while the rest of the women in my family were working on dinner. I didn't get to help because they consider me a kid, even now. Even now, - especially now - they don't know what I do when I disappear for a weekend, they just put up with it. If they knew, they'd just die. The men in my family were all in the TV room watching football, which Bill didn't care much for. He talked to me instead. I found that he was very smart, and very sweet, with a great sense of humor. He didn't talk down to me at all, but kept me laughing and interested til we were called to dinner. It seemed to me as if he must be at least a little interested in me too, because he really talked to me, not at me. Bill is really tall, and a big man. He has very short clipped dark hair, pale blue eyes, a muscular build, and a wonderful smile. He is not really handsome I suppose, but he looks real good to me. I am fairly short, have dark red hair, blue eyes, and a body that Bill says is very nice and getting nicer. He claims I have great legs, too. While we were eating, I got an urge to play around. Sis has said that I always act crazy when I am horny. How would she know. She's frigid. Anyway, he was sitting directly across the table from Sis and me, and I could feel his feet under the table. Something made me do it. I slipped my shoes off, and began to play footsie with him. Before long I began to feel really turned on. Especially when he began to play back and moved his foot way up my leg. I put my hand in my lap, edged my dress up and waited til his foot was in reach. I grabbed it and moved in to my inner thigh, and then - I don't know why - I moved it directly up, as far as it would go, until his toes were touching my panties. Then I suddenly looked directly into his eyes and smiled. He was looking very surprised, and I knew then that he had thought it was Sis he had been playing with. He hesitated quite a while and then finally wiggled his toes and tickled me in the most wonderful way and in all the places he could reach. I though I was going to have a fit right there at the table, but I kept my cool. I looked him right in the eye and talked about cranberry sauce as if it were the most important thing in the world, when I was really thinking and dreaming of how I could get him alone, and what I'd like him to do. After dinner he and my Brother wound up sitting and talking in the living room while the rest of the family worked on the kitchen cleanup. I convinced Mom I didn't feel good, which was easy, because she could see I was flushed and looked feverish. She thought I was sick, not that I was horny. Thank god. Our house has been rebuilt many times, and what we call the "living room" is really just another room outside the dining room which is outside the kitchen. It is shaped like a fat capital "L" with two doors to the kitchen and dining room at the top, several odd shaped areas along the sides and doors to other rooms and so on. But what's important is this. My room is at the bottom right end of the L with a door at the top of the bottom right bar of the L, right near the bend. Bill was sitting in a chair at the bottom of the L in such a way that he could see into my room, but that no one else could without coming directly into the area where he was sitting. Especially my brother. I went into my room and laid down, trying to look seductive, I guess, but not really sure what to do. He told me later that to him I looked very pretty, very sweet, and decidedly healthy. I lay sideways, leaned on my left elbow, and watched him, thinking and imagining all sorts of wonderful things that just made me feel hotter. He says I was smiling like an angel the whole time. Of course my actions at dinner really had his attention, and he was intrigued, if not attracted yet. My brother was seated further up the left side of the vertical part of the L so that he couldn't see into my room. I'd checked where he was very carefully as I'd gone by him. I don't remember and didn't care what they talked about. I just watched Bill, and every time he looked away, I'd reach down and pull my dress up a little bit, just to see how he'd react. He looked. And looked again. And kept looking, both at my legs and at my face. I just kept watching him back and smiling just as if I had no idea he was getting a great view. Finally, my dress was so far up that my panties were exposed all the way and he could see bare skin above up to my waist. I could feel the cool air on my tummy above my navel. I found I was moving my hand around on my panties, just as if I was going to get myself off. I was surprising myself, as I never knew that knowing someone special was watching you could turn you on. I guess it depends on the person. He says that by now I looked like the hottest pinup he'd ever seen. Each time Brother moved now, I'd pull my blue checked gingham dress down real fast, because I'd never want him to see what I was enjoying showing Bill. As soon as I could tell where Brother was by the sounds he made, I'd pull the dress back up, and I'd start playing with myself again. Finally, Brother made a joking comment, laughed aloud, announced to all that he was going to go upstairs and watch football and left the room. I was so glad. I was so hot! As soon as I was sure Brother was gone, I stood up, pulled my panties off and lay back down. This time I lay so that I knew Bill could see between my spread knees and legs. I was spread and open, and I began to finger my hot spot - my clitoris - with my right index finger. I was so turned on! I was looking him straight in the eye the whole time because his watching made it seem ten times better than it had ever been before because I could watch him watching me as I was doing it. He looked away for a moment. He said later he was checking out the family in the kitchen, and that they were happily chatting and laughing away, unaware of what I was pulling on him. I was afraid he was going to leave, so I spread my legs even wider, and as soon as I was sure he was looking again, I put my finger inside my slit and began to move it in and out. Believe it or not, that was the first time I ever did that, but somehow I just really wanted to, so I did. He says that by then he was erect and hard and very turned on, and that I was by then the most desirable woman he'd ever seen. At first it was hard to put my finger in all the way, but I did it. He watched me for a moment more and then stood up. I wasn't sure what he was going to do. He wasn't sure either at that point he says. He was turned on, but he hadn't yet got to the point where he didn't care that I was still considered a little girl. He checked out the kitchen, and nothing had changed. He looked back at me, and I had laid back further on the bed and was deliberately aiming myself at him. I was moving my finger in and out rapidly and pushing up off the bed with my hips, feeling incredible inside, and not having the slightest idea what was happening to me, just that it was incredible! He hesitated for a moment and then took the three steps necessary to walk into my room. He looked down at me, seeing all of me from above my navel down. He just looked, and didn't say a word. His eyes were wide, and his mouth was open a bit. If I had thought to look I would have seen a huge erection in his pants. I just lay there and slowly and deliberately masturbated myself and smiled up at him. Hungrily. Finally I said, "Well, what do you think?" Very softly because I wasn't sure I could trust my voice. "I think " He started, and then cleared his throat. Even so he sounded hoarse. His voice was failing too! "I think that you just had a full meal, but are still hungry for something else." He finished. "Are you going to give me what I want?" I asked. I moved my finger from my insides back to my erect clitoris and began to masturbate it in slow deliberate circles. I moaned softly from somewhere deep inside. I felt so good! He says my mound was raised and blushing pinkly red, that my little lower lips were gaping open moistly, and that my insides were so pink and hot that they seemed to glow. I was so aroused, that he could feel the heat coming from me. The sweet odor of my desire seemed to fill the room. I just knew that I felt wonderful and was feeling better every minute. I wasn't sure what I wanted, but I was sure that this nice, sweet man was going to take me somewhere very, very special and that I really wanted to go there with him. He made his decision, turned and quietly shut the door to my room, and clicked the latch. He turned back to me, but I was already reaching for him. He came down onto the bed with me, between my legs, and kissed me on my naked stomach, just about the middle of my tummy. Then he kissed his way up my body, kissing even the gingham on my chest, then through the cloth, my breasts, and finally my neck and face and lips. He spent some time kissing me, and showing me some of the wonderful things that two mouths can do together, meanwhile moving his hands all over me. While this was going on, I was trying to get his pants open and working his erection out of his underwear as best as I could. I knew at least that much. Soon, for the first time, I had a man in my hands, and I was checking it out and getting a thrill doing so. Before too long, he kissed his way back down to my stomach again. I got a thrill from his kissing and his caressing of my breasts through my dress. His hands also roved over my bare legs and lower body. When he'd kissed back down to my stomach, he kissed me once more in just the place he had started. He looked me directly in the eyes for a moment, and decided I was ready - and I was, oh I was! He leaned down again and kissed and nibbled around and on my clitoris until I was crying (still softly) "Now, please! Do it now". I knew that I was about to learn for sure all about everything that I had ever guessed or read or heard about and more about the mystery of what happens during sex. It was going to be demonstrated to me first hand, and I was so glad! He rose, placed his erection near my slit and then took my hand to it. I knew he wanted me to put his erection into myself, so that there would never be any question that I wanted what I was about to get. I took his erection in my hands, and placed it in just where my finger had been earlier. Then I gave a little hip push and felt the end of it go inside me. He pushed, I felt the pressure increase and I locked my legs around him and pulled. I felt a stretching sensation, then a sharp sensation, over as quickly as it had begun. Then the resistance was gone, and he was slowly sinking himself deep into me. I was so willing, and wanted it so bad, and it felt better than anything I had ever imagined in all my dreams and fantasies. He pushed as deep in me as he could get and then stopped. I opened my eyes and looked and I couldn't see it because it was all the way inside me. I looked him in the eye, and before he could say anything, I said, "Oh thank you, thank you! That feels so good, so good. Is there more? Oh I hope so!" Then he pulled it out, pushed it back in and pushed and thrust, and I wiggled, moaned, and pushed back, for five or ten minutes. And it got better! Neither of us has ever been able to figure exactly how long it really took. It was so good time didn't matter. Then I started to feel more new feelings churning and building up inside me. Things began to happen. He says I started acting like a milking machine and that my interior muscles began to clinch on his erection so that before he could do anything about it he lost control and exploded his sperm out deep inside my body, time after time, until he was drained. I was still very dizzy, almost dazed, from my first real orgasm. A real blast of an orgasm. Things took a while to come back into focus. When I could see, I realized that he was still lying there, as close to me as he could get, but without weighing me down. Our arms and legs and bodies were still firmly entwined and entangled. He put his lips to mine and began to kiss me again and we kissed for several minutes. Before I could do much more than let him know how happy I was, mom's voice called out from the living room, asking me to come outside to the patio, where the evening festivities were about to continue. He pulled out of me, rose, and began to pull his clothing back together. I slipped my panties back on quickly. He stopped me from dropping my dress back in place for a moment, and tucked several folded tissues from my bedside tissue box into the crotch of my panties. He kissed me gently on the lips and told me "That'll catch some of the juice." Then I unlatched the door and checked the living room. As soon as I was sure no one was there, I reached back for him. He took my hand and we went together out to the back yard. If anyone noticed us coming out together they must have assumed it was nothing to think about, because no one ever said anything. Who was I to complain about that? That night, he slept over as had been planned because our party ended so late. About two in the morning I got out of bed, and slipped into the guest room, where he was staying. I thought he was asleep, so I dropped my robe off my naked body and slid into bed with him. He wasn't asleep. In fact, he was naked too, and had been hoping I'd come. And I did, too. Several more times, as a matter of fact, as he made love to me. This time it was even better, if that is possible, because his whole body was touching mine, and his magic hands could glide over my entire body, wherever he wanted. I was able to caress him, too, and was amazed at how much pleasure I was getting out of feeling him, holding him, and knowing that it was me arousing him, and not Sis. When I climbed atop him and pulled his erection toward my entrance, he slid it directly and deeply in. Then he held it there, deep inside me, unmoving, and began to tell me how beautiful and desirable I was. I could feel his heart beat through the pulsations of his organ. Then he talked to me, and wouldn't move inside me until I would answer a question. Then he'd stroke slowly and gently inside me for a while. I could tell how my answers affected him, because I could feel it in his erect and hard organ. When I admitted I had been a virgin, it seemed to swell up a little more. He froze again, holding my bottom firmly to keep me still too. Then he resumed. When I finally admitted that I was only just thirteen, his organ pulsed so hard I was afraid he was going to come dispute his stillness, and I didn't want to quit yet. When I told him of the feelings I had been having, and how he had become my inspiration, he really began to move inside me. Then he told me how much I had moved him, and that he had - in a few moments - lost all interest in my Sis. When he said he was trying to figure ways we could be together more often, it was my turn to loose control. I came. I surprised myself, it happened so fast. He just held on to me, and waited it out and then after a bit of a rest we talked some more, as his wonderful organ stayed hard and deep inside me. He told me about all his past and that this was all nothing compared to me, and how much he wanted to keep me. If I got pregnant from yesterday and tonight - we hadn't taken any precautions due to how fast things had happened - to not worry. I wasn't. I was feeling too good. Somehow I knew he'll stand by me always. I will always feel that way. After another long bout of intermittent talk and lovemaking, - by now he was on top again - I locked my legs around him. I felt another surge of emotion coming on, and buried my face in his shoulder so I could scream out my fulfillment without waking anyone. As soon as I felt it begin to happen, I warned him. I told him that he was the most wonderful thing that had ever happened to me, and that he could come in me anytime he wanted, because I liked it that way. He redoubled his efforts moving in and out of me so fast I couldn't believe it, but I kept up. Then he went rigid, and I did too, and together we pressed against each other, vibrating in our ecstasy, trying to hold onto the moment as long as possible. Until we came crashing back down to earth. We lay there, sweating, gasping for breath, and holding each other close, rolling sideways on the bed, but trying to stay as close as possible. As his organ shrank out of me, I whispered "Is this all?". "For this moment, yes. For this night, maybe. For this life" - and here he again kissed me - "no way is this all. Now that I've found you, I want to keep you. Somehow, we'll find a way. That is, as long as that's the way you want it." "Oh God, Yes!" I said. "If I had known sex could be this good! ... Oh, Hold me." So we hugged up to each other and kissed and caressed and talked quietly for a long time. He told me how he had been completely won over by my actions, that I had in the fullest meaning of the word "seduced" him. That I held his heart and soul in my hands as well as his body. So far as he was concerned, no other woman could ever appear desirable to him now that I had so completely taken over his mind and body. I explained to him that I had heard and read a lot, had seen a little and had guessed more, but had been totally surprised at the intensity of the emotions he had made me feel. And that if I had satisfied him and had his heart, then the same was true of him. No movie star or teen idol would ever be attractive to me again. Unless they made me think of him. He wanted to know how I could know that, when he knew that he had been my first and only love. I had no answer except to snuggle my head deeper into his shoulder and say that somehow I just knew, and enjoy the sensation of togetherness I felt with him. After a long time of this sweet gentleness, which alone would have been worth it, I felt his penis began to stir against my thigh. I reached down to confirm it and it continued to slowly grow. "Well I'll be damned!" He said. "I didn't know I had it in me." "Maybe not," I giggled, "but I sure know I've had it in me. And I want it there again." When we made love this time, it was different. It was done very slowly, very deeply, with infinite patience and love. Endlessly, slowly, in and out, back and forth. Regular as the tick of a clock, and slowly as a drop of water running down a frosty window. I think it must have taken an hour or so, and I must have come a dozen times before he finally spilled inside me for the final time that night. We fell asleep, wrapped in each others arms, and didn't wake up til the alarm went off. There's a bathroom with a shower next to his room. It's shared from the hall and from the room on the other side of it. We latched the doors and enjoyed a long leisurely loving and caress-ful shower together until some of my family began moving around. I got my robe and went back to my room, where I changed my bedspread which I had completely forgotten. It still had the marks and stains from the night before where he had taken me for the first time. I folded it and put it away and kept it. I still have it and I have no intention of washing it. It's too valuable of a souvenir to me. I played footsie with Bill again at breakfast. Just like the night before no one noticed but the two of us. Except Sis. She somehow realized that he was no longer interested in her and tried to charm him. He was immune to Sis's beauty, thanks to me. She hasn't yet figured out what happened. She got a little unpleasant eventually. I enjoyed watching her loose her cool. I figure it will be good for her and maybe next time she gets a nice guy she'll treat him right. Maybe someday I'll let her know what happened and that it was me that stole the best man she ever knew from her. We had to chill out all that morning, but before he left, he gave me his address and phone number, and made sure I knew how to get to his apartment. We knew we'd have a problem trying to continue our relationship, but I was determined to continue seeing him. I phoned a girl friend and arranged for her to call back and ask for me to come over for the rest of the weekend. She just happened to live just a few blocks from Bill's place, and I just happened to go to the wrong place. And she just happened to be willing to cover for me. So he and I just happened to spend the rest of that Saturday, all day Sunday and Sunday night exploring each other and getting to know each other better and better. When I left for school Monday morning, I was an experienced woman, not a little girl. All those boys that I had been so giggly over just the previous week were suddenly shallow and boring. We've been together for better than a year and a half, now. We've made our plans. When I'm old enough, we'll pretend to meet again and fall in love, and we'll be married somehow no matter what people think. I don't care that Bill's older than my dad. Just that he is a wonderful and skilled lover who satisfies me completely. He has a wonderful firm body that I love to feel against my own, without any of the slackness I've noticed in other men, but at the same time, he isn't so obviously muscular that it looks funny. I don't care that we have to be super careful that we don't get caught, and that I can only get away with him one or two weekends and maybe half a dozen nights a month. I just care that those times are worth it. I don't care that my girlfriends have to help me, and cover up for me, and that it gets harder each week to keep my family from finding out. I will keep my secret, and will spend every moment with him I can steal until I am old enough that no one can stop us. Then we can quit hiding and let our love out into the light. In the meantime, we will make passionate love every time we can steal away together. We went camping together several times last year, sometimes for a week or more at a time. I get grounded every time I disappear, but I just smile, say "Okay." and act just as sweet as I can until I get off being grounded. Then I sneak over and sleep with him again. My folks have just about given up. They know I'm not doing drugs, or drinking, just that I insist on vanishing every so often. And that I don't even seem to mind being grounded. Why should I? There's nothing I want to do anyway, unless he's there to do it with. They just can't figure it out. It's almost funny. They also can't figure out why my grades, which were always good, are getting better. I'm not about to tell them who is helping and encouraging me. They must assume I have a lover, or at least a boyfriend, but they can't figure out who, and they can't seem to get up the courage to discuss it with me. They never will, either. We've been using birth control since that first wild weekend together. I can't wait until the time comes that we can stop taking precautions. I've missed taking precautions several times without telling him, but only when temperature and the calendar says it's most safe. There's something about taking his seed deep inside me and my knowing and holding it there that turns me on so much! I seem to come much harder when I know I'm taking a risk with him. *** END -- Cut Here -- cut here -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- the BEAR quotes Teihard de Chardin: "Someday after we have mastered the winds, the waves, the tides, and gravity, we shall harness the energies of love. Then for the second time in the history of the world, man will have discovered fire." -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Author: the BEAR (email address not valid anymore) -- CJ I don't write any stories. 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