Message-ID: <11921eli$9806061356@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {FriarDave}JDR"Gwen 2"( Mf cons )[2/3] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6laia1$alm$1@sparky.wolfe.net> JOHN DARK REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. You should be aware that the story might raise other matters that you find distasteful. You read at your own risk. 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If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ===================== GWEN By Friar Dave (Copyright by the author, 1993) ============================================================= This is fiction. All the characters are fictional. None of this really happened. It's made up, Invented, not documentary. This story contains explicit descriptions of sex acts between an adult male and a minor female. There is no violence, drugs, bondage, discipline, sado-masochism, water sports, projectile vomiting, piercing, humiliation, mutilation, bestiality or dwarf tossing. If the absence of any of these turns you off, read no farther. Please don't show this to those unable or unwilling to consent to reading it. Never eat anything bigger than your head. ============================================================= ============= GWEN By Friar Dave Friar_Dave@mhbbs.com CHAPTER TWO I finished cutting the last box and grabbed the kitten-proof plastic bag containing my spool of heavy twine. Keeping my eyes on the task before me, I carefully said, "Gwen, Heidi is being very, very foolish. Aside from getting pregnant, she could get all kinds of diseases -- " "I know," she interrupted me. "So does she. She said she always makes them wear a waddyacallit." "Condom." "Yeah." "That's good, but they're not foolproof. They can break or leak --" "She said one of them did, once, and she was really scared till she got her period. Here." I looked up and took the piece of cardboard she held toward me. "I don't get mine yet," Gwen said matter-of-factly. "I think it's because of all the sports." "Probably." I tried to concentrate on tying the cardboard into a bundle. Gwen supplied a helpful finger while I knotted the twine. Drat and Scat immediately attacked the excess and Gwen reached in to grab the string. Drat swatted at her with tiny, kitten claws. "Ow!" Gwen jerked her hand away. A drop of bright scarlet was beading on her fingertip. She stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked on it. She managed to look innocently sexy like that. She saw my gaze and winked. Exit Innocence, stage left. I tried to ignore it. "Let's wash that right away." I stood and drew her to her feet, then marched her into the bathroom. A little peroxide foamed, and I saw it was just a small puncture, not a tear. She giggled. "Did you like that?" "Huh?" She stuck a different finger in her mouth, sucking on it, and winked again. "Heidi says that makes the guys really hot." Heidi was starting to sound like the kind of girl I'd searched for all through my adolescence. I again recalled Keiko, teasing me at a corner table in The Magic Crepe. Throb-throb- throb... Gwen glanced down at my crotch, just a flicker of her eyes, and giggled again. "I guess she was right." "You just made me remember -- something else. Stop it." She giggled again, this time more knowingly. "You made me remember Keiko. *Stop it*." I guess my tone got through to her, because she stopped the game and sighed heavily. I again noticed those bumps in the tee-shirt. "Okay," she said, moping. "What now?" "Put the towels and stuff on the shelves in the linen closet?" I nodded toward the door across the narrow hallway from the bathroom. "Sure!" She scurried out of the bathroom and came back with the box cleverly labeled BATH LINEN. I stepped past her and went into the bedroom, where I dabbed the condensate from the mattress, switched on the heater and began putting sheets on the bed and cases on the pillows. While Gwen was occupied in the hallway, I also stowed the adult "toys" in the storage compartment at the foot of the bed. We finished our respective tasks simultaneously. "Mission accomplished," she announced. "Now what?" "Well, I'm starting to think about lunch." "Good -- I am positively famished." "You can't be famished," I protested. "Less than an hour ago you ate a half a grapefruit and -- " "I know, I know," she said. "But I'm hungry again." "Amazing." I shook my head. "I can order us in something. Do you like Japanese food?" She shook her head, then blushed and giggled. "Now what?" "I know *you* like Japanese food." She giggled again. It took me a moment to catch on. Then I was a bit stunned. A year ago she was jumping up and down with joy because she'd gotten Astronaut Barbie for Christmas; now she was making veiled allusions to cunnilingus with Keiko. (Her tasty, dripping little snatch with those fine, reddish hairs all matted down while she arched her taut ass off the bed, cumming and screaming...) "I guess I was right." Her whispered words shook me from my memories. She was staring pretty openly at my crotch, and I knew why and regretted being bare under my jeans. Still, bare or not, nothing was going to hide an eight-inch erection, especially on a guy who hadn't gotten any relief (other than a date with Rosy Palm and her Five Sisters) in almost three weeks. "Gwendolyn Theresa O'Hara!" I barked. She jerked back as if I'd slapped her. "If you don't stop this stuff right now, you'll have to leave." "Awwww..." "I mean it. You're making me damned uncomfortable." Not to mention, horny, I thought. "You mean it makes you hot to remember Keiko," she said sullenly. "Gwen -- Stop!" I put my hand under her chin -- her small, perfectly shaped chin -- and turned her face up toward mine. I was surprised to see tears in her eyes. "Hey, what's the matter, cuty?" She tore herself away from me and ran into the living room -- sending kittens scurrying for cover -- and threw herself on my (new) sofa. She huddled there, sobbing onto the leather. I went to her and stood, awkwardly, in front of the sofa. She was curled up in the corner, the tee-shirt and jeans drawn tight by her posture. Nice jeans. Nicer butt. Stop it! I ordered myself, watching her back shake as she quietly wept. I finally sat on the edge of the cushions and drew her to me, nestling her back against my chest. She was still sobbing. Her hair was terribly fine. She was incredibly small and warm. "What's the matter, baby? C'mon and talk to me." "I didn't want to make you m-m-m-maddd," and she resumed weeping. "That's okay, baby. I was really more mad at myself for letting myself get turned on around my favorite little cousin." The crying redoubled, and she fell back into the corner, weeping harder than ever. What had I said? I'd told her I wasn't mad at her, and it was (almost completely) true. What was setting her off? "Come on, Gwennie, I said I'm not mad at you, so why are you crying now? Please? Pretty please?" Huffing and snuffling, she finally turned her reddened, tear-streaked face to me and said, "B-b-because you said, you said you were mad at you bu-because you were getting turned on remembering K-K-Keiko!" She sniffed loudly. "So? I don't get it." "Bu-bu-because you were getting turned on remembering her and her big t-t-tits from four years ago, not because of what I w-w-was doing!" Oh, shit... "So all that stuff you said before was j-j-just to make me feel better! It wasn't true!" Great; now she was getting mad at me. "And I really can't turn anyone on because I'm so flat!" I grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her, forcing her to face me. "Now you listen to me!" I snapped at her. "I happen to think you're one of the cutest girls I've ever seen and -- " She started bawling again. "*Now* what?" "Everybody says I'm cute. Mom says it, Dad says it, Jerry and Bob say it, you say it! I don't want to be cute; I want to be sexy!" Oh. "Baby, I was just looking at you while you were sitting here and thinking what a sexy little butt you have." Again -- my mouth and heart were outrunning my alleged brain. Oh, well, I thought, I've said it and maybe it'll at least help. (Right, dope. You just told a 13-year-old girl -- a relative, to boot -- that you think she's got a sexy ass. Gonna get yourself a National Pedophile Association pin next?) The crying slowed -- almost stopped -- and her eyes grew wide. She wiped her hand across her face. "Really? That's what you thought?" I nodded. "I swear." "A sexy butt?" Another mute nod. I was keeping my mouth shut now. I was getting smart. "Do you think I'm pretty?" That one seemed safe. "Very pretty. If I was younger and you weren't my cousin, I'd want to take you out on dates." "Really?" "Really." "And kiss me and mess around and stuff?" (Danger -- danger -- danger -- ) "Sure." "You'd really and honestly want to kiss me and stuff even though I don't have any t-t-...bosoms yet?" "If I was younger, and we weren't related. But I'm not and we are." She nodded slowly. "But -- you mean I could really make you hot?" (Sexy little ass...) "Ye-esss..." "Wow." The tears had stopped, her hair was a mess, and she was still flushed. She looked gorgeous. (Danger -- danger -- danger -- ) "Really?" I nodded. (Danger -- danger -- danger -- ) Everything went into super slo-mo. I was unable to move as she slithered toward me, smooth and sinuous and graceful as an eel. Her arms were around my neck and her face was inches from mine. She pressed those sweet, soft, innocent lips to mine. After a moment, she pulled back and looked at me. Our eyes hadn't closed. "Please -- I want to know what it's like to be really kissed -- really really kissed...?" She kissed me again and I kissed her back a little, just a little -- and then a little more. (So much for smart.) My arm went around her back, and I kissed her a little more, and then I felt her lips open, and her little tongue was dancing on my lips. I resisted for all of two seconds before kissing her back in like manner, and then I had both arms around her, holding her to me. She pulled herself around so she was straddling my thighs and pressing her torso to my chest. She ground her lithe, athletic young body against me, kissing me hungrily. Her hands were at the back of my head, her fingers in my hair. I was getting an aching erection. I finally mustered the will to put my hands under her armpits. I lifted her away and up, until she let go with her arms. Her eyes were still closed as I set her, standing, on the floor in front of me. Her mouth hung open, her lips slack. She was brightly flushed. Those little bumps on her tee-shirt were very, very prominent. Still holding her under her armpits, I stood. I turned her, sat her on the sofa, settled her back against the cushions and tried to get my breathing -- and my gonads -- under control. Her eyes opened and focused on me. "Why'd you stop?" she breathed. "You, uh, wanted to find out what it was like to be really, really kissed. Now you know. Okay?" "But -- " Her gaze alighted on my crotch, which was (stupidly) right at her eye level. "Wow, I really do turn you on, don't I?" "A little bit too much, Gwen. I think you better head home. I'll get you a cab to Penn Station, and what the hell do you think you're doing?" Which was a really stupid question because we both knew precisely what she was doing: running her fingers over the length of my fully erected cock through my jeans. "Oh, wow," she whispered. "Really neat. Can I look at it? I've never seen a grownup one -- " "Stop it." I was almost sure I'd said it aloud. "Please..." She unzipped my jeans and reached inside. "Wow." "Stop it." I gulped, then I groaned when her hand, her cool little fingers, found my dick. "Wow, it's so hot..." She struggled a bit and finally figured out she'd have to undo the waist of my jeans. I, of course, was not wearing a belt, either. She pushed my jeans down and there was Mr. Dork, hard, throbbing, pink and topped with the familiar purple mushroom of my glans. "Is this the right way?" she asked, grasping it in her hand, slowly stroking. I moaned. She said, "It's so big and thick and hot! I never knew it could be this hot or hard! Are they all this thick?" "...no..." "Is this what Keiko did?" "A little." My voice -- and knees -- were shaky. "And this fit inside her without hurting? I can't believe it -- she was so small and this is so big -- " "She...practiced a lot. Gwen, you better stop -- " "And she -- she even...put it in her mouth?" My throbbing grew. "She did, didn't she? I thought so. I don't know if I can fit -- " She leaned forward and kissed my glans, then opened her tiny mouth wide and stuffed the head inside. "Oh, geez, oh, Gwen, stop, please..." I felt her tongue move just a little, and then she started to suck my cock. I bit my lower lip for a moment and fought the urge to let loose in her mouth; I was that close to cumming already. "Gwen, stop it -- I -- " I managed to take her small, blonde head in my hands and pulled her gently off my dick. "What? Wasn't I doing it right?" I shook my head and gently disengaged my cock from her fingers, which could barely encircle it. "You-you were doing it exactly right, especially for a beginner." I stepped back and pulled my jeans up, trying to stuff my aching dick back inside. "Didn't you like it?" "Very much, but we can't do this." "Why not? I like it; you like it. I want to; you want to. Why not?" "For one thing, you're my niece." "I know," she said, "but I know you can't pregnant this way, and that incest thing is just to keep people from inbreeding and making one-eyed babies." "For another thing, you're barely 13!" "So what?" She had me, there, for a minute. "Well -- it's illegal!" She actually giggled. "You gonna call the cops on me?" I couldn't completely suppress a smile. "Come on, Mike..." She stood and walked over to me, putting her arms around my waist -- -- pressing those stiff little nipples into my stomach through my shirt -- -- and looked up at me. "Please?" She batted her eyes. "I don't want to be a teaser and leave you with blue, uh...balls." "Gwen --" "And then you can touch me and make me feel good, too, please? Please please please with sugar on top?" Spoken as she slipped her hands between us and again unfastened and unzipped, and this time she pushed my jeans to my knees. She bent at the waist and again stuffed my dick into her mouth. "Oh. My. Goodness." I gasped as she started sucking again. "Oh. My. Yes." I caressed her face, felt her jaws and cheeks bulging. I ran my fingers through her fine hair. I guided her face up and down a bit until she caught the idea and began to bob on her own, as much as she could; my dick is a bit longer than the "normal" range -- a little more than eight inches -- but it's very fat. At seven inches in circumference, it's almost two inches thick. Frankly, as small as her mouth was -- even for her age -- I was a bit (and very gratefully) surprised that she could even get the glans inside. The other inch or two was gravy. Good gravy. And her hand was still stroking my shaft, trying to get the gravy. I bent and ran my hand over her back and down to her butt, which butt I did thereupon cover with one paw and squeeze thereunto. She wiggled that perfect little butt. I slid my hands under her arms again and lifted her from the floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck and those soccer-volleyball-basketball- left fielder legs around my hips and hungrily kissed me. I had one hand cupping and nearly covering her tiny butt and the other around her back. I stepped out of my jeans and sneakers. With my cock bobbing beneath her denimed crotch and her nipples pushing through the BLONDE AMBITION shirt and gouging into my chest, I carried her into the bedroom and lowered her to the waterbed. She grabbed my hand and jammed it between her legs, rubbing her cunny against my fingers. "Come on, touch me, make me feel it, come on!" "I'll do more than that, little girl," I growled, thoroughly out of control. I fumbled at the snap of her jeans and she pushed my hands away to open them herself. I pulled her jeans down and she pulled her legs back to hurry the process. She was wearing plain green panties and the crotch was soaked to her, making them nearly transparent. She pulled her legs back and stripped the panties off faster than I could reach them. "Don't look at me, please," she whined. "Huh? Why not? You're beautiful!" "But I don't have much -- much -- " She gasped when I dropped face-down between her legs and started licking her. She'd been embarrassed because there was only the tiniest of downy blonde mats there, all but invisible and easily overlooked; she'd been ashamed of that. I reveled in it. Her cunt was minuscule and perfect. It was the sweetest, freshest, cleanest, tastiest pussy I had ever encountered. Her labia were tiny and superb, swollen and eminently lickable. Lick I did, all around that delicious morsel. She arched and rolled her hips. I grabbed her high up on her lean thighs, my thumbs meeting in the crease of her little ass and my fingertips reaching almost to her pubis. I feasted on her, using all the skills I'd learned through years of diligent research. Her clitoris astonished me. As I licked her, it swelled until it was as fat as one of her fingertips. I teased it by trilling my tongue around it and finally let my lips close lightly on it. I brushed just the tip of my tongue ever so lightly back and forth across it, very slowly, and little Gwen had a big orgasm. She locked her thighs around my head, gripped my hair in her fingers and furiously ground my face into her cunny. She didn't make a sound, but she came and came, furious orgasms that didn't seem to stop. Her asscheeks clenched so tightly that they trapped my thumbs! She began to arch up and down, very slowly. Her thighs would tighten on my head as she went down and then slowly open wide as she pushed up. She was still cumming, only now she was making a kind of moaning noise, like far-off wind, in time with her archings -- which were gradually speeding up. In moments, it seemed, she was hurling her thighs wide and her hips up and then slamming her butt -- and my hands -- down into the rippling waterbed as her thighs clamped my head. Finally, through sheer strength, I held her pussy against my mouth and whipped my tongue across her clitoris until shudders went through her taut frame. She made a noise like dry fingertips rubbing across a balloon and finally fell back to the undulating surface of the bed. I twisted sideways on the bed, my tongue still working around her swollen labia. I slid one hand up between her trembling thighs and pushed it into the copiously drooling crease of her engorged little pussy lips. I applied just a little pressure. She bent her knees, feet flat on the waterbed, and hunched her hips forward. My finger slid into the tightest, hottest, wettest little cavity I've ever encountered, right to the second knuckle without obstruction. Where the hell was her hymen? I wondered -- and then I knew: ballet class. "Unnnnnh -- unnnnnn!" she grunted, and I pumped that one digit slowly and carefully in her little vagina. Her lithe hips were already humping in an unmistakable fucking motion. She was moaning continually now, and I put the tip of my tongue on her clitoris, making contact but not moving. I turned the hand that was between her legs so my palm was facing up. I could feel, on the upper wall of her vagina, the swollen nodule of nerves. I began to massage that little G spot as my tongue barely moved over her clitoris and little Gwen seemed to have a seizure. Her body went rigid -- all but motionless. Every muscle and tendon in her athletic 13-year-old frame was tensed and bulging. Perspiration formed all over her pale flesh. Her abdomen bulged and contracted and inside her cunt, my finger was being massaged and squeezed by the spasms of her paroxysm. Her eyes were wide open and bulging, staring without seeing. Her mouth opened as if to scream -- and all that came out was a throaty gurgle. I kept doing it until I was afraid she wasn't breathing. She was sobbing for breath, wheezing and coughing. Her taut little abdomen still contracted and her narrow young hips were rolling slightly. Her pussy was very swollen and wet. Juice was visibly trickling out of those lips. She reached out blindly with one hand. I took it and crawled up next to her, rolling her on top of me and into my arms. She buried her face against the side of my neck. I could feel her steaming breath and hot tears as she clung to me. I held her with one arm, keeping her pressed tightly against me. My other hand gentled down over her back to her fabulous little butt, lightly caressing her perfect buns. Her legs were spread and I could feel the heat and syrup of her all- but-hairless little cunt against my thigh, and there was no mistaking the swollen nodule of her clitoris. ================================================================= All comments and criticisms are very welcome via Email or in public posts, but posts should only be made in alt.sex.story. DISCUSS -- not here. Please don't ask me to Email or repost missed segments. The folks providing access for me are just a small group of dedicated amateurs, not a big, well-funded institution. ================================================================= =============================================================== This is an original story from a caller to The Abbey, part of MHBBS (212-683-1448). Feel free to repost it as is, without editing or changing anything in it, including this tag. 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