Message-ID: <16044eli$9810042022@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sarahf878@aol.com (Sarahf878) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Louise's Story/PT 1 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Authentication-Warning: philabs-gw.philabs.research.philips.com: smap set sender to using -f 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: <19981002163541.28296.00009242@ng89.aol.com> WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age (Under 18 years old) PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW! LOUISE'S STORY PT 1 Tommy and Martin and Louise got together about three times a week after work. They were all single, all in their thirties and each looking for a partner, though not with each other. They all worked for the telephone company. Louie was tall, with dark auburn hair cut about chin length. Tommy was shorter but powerfully built, his gingery hair pulled back in a ponytail. Marty was a medium built angular sort of guy, with graceful, but powerful forearms and thigh muscles. He moved like a dancer. The three were close friends, had been since they met on the job in their twenties. They had dated various people in the small city where they lived, but there seemed to be an unspoken agreement not to touch each other. Tragic and not so tragic romances came and went, but nothing interfered with the magic circle that these friends had created. August 17th was a night they were all to remember for a long time. They ended up at Louie’s house after a long night of drinking. They arranged themselves on her living room couch and huge chairs for a final beer. It was somewhere around one. The evening breeze cooled them as it wafted through Louie’s generous old windows. They had been talking about her family, and Marty asked how she lost her virginity. A sad look passed across her expressive face. “Seems like the night for confidences,” Louie said softly. She raised her head and her hand tightened around her beer. “Marty, what time is it?” Marty looked at her, a puzzled expression came into his sensitive dark eyes. “‘Bout 1 am, why?” “I have a long story to tell, and I don’t know if you’re up for it.” She smiled, sadly. “Travel on, babygirl, “ Tommy said in his inimitable way. He raised his head from the cushion where he was lying and gave her a gentle smile to encourage her. “We got nothing but time.” “OK,” she said hesitantly, “There once was a young girl...” “She was about four months away from 15. She had four brothers, Axel, Charly, Frank and Stevie. They ranged in age from 18 to 14. Her father was 38 years old, her mother had died when they were all under 10. It was up to Louise to run the house and take care of the domestic chores and make sure the boys got fed. It was a hard, unfair job for a seven year old, but it was a long time before she knew any different. Her father, Randy, worked two jobs to make ends meet. He worked hard and played hard, he was a vital, handsome man in the prime of his life. He was also strict, demanding and hostile when he was tired. The brush or broom handle was always in reach, and beatings were common in a large rambunctious family like their own. They all learned to mind early. One weekend she had a friend stay over. She was about thirteen at the time. Her friend, Sally Lorton was about 14. Sally was an early developer, with high fat breasts tipped by long coral nipples. Her hips were generous and her legs long and coltish. The house was hot and empty and Sally and she were watching cartoons. The boys were off at a soccer game. Her father had been sleeping upstairs and came down in his shorts. He came into the room, still tired and growly from just having woken up. He snatched the remote from Louise, with a snarl and slumped on the couch, switching to the football game. Louise gave a warning look to her friend who had a wary look. Sally stared at the screen, and then sat back on her elbows. Randy’s restlessness filled the room as he shifted on the couch. Louise tapped her friend on the elbow and stood up. “Go to the market, Louie, and get me some cigarettes,” Randy growled. “Now.” “Yes, Daddy,” she said softly, not looking at him. This was not going to be a good day. Sally started to stand, but Randy stopped them, his voice gentler. “Now Miss Sally, y’all don’t have to go.” She looked at her father. He was sitting straight up on the couch, eyeing her friend in a sharp, analyzing way. Sally was looking down, her face reddening into a blush. Unconsciously, she smoothed her loose t-shirt over her short shorts. Fear started to coil in Louie’s belly. A hot shameful flush painted her own skin. What did her father want here? “G’wan kid, “ her father growled, “get going.” Louie was half paralyzed by fear, but she started to move stiffly to the door. Sally shot her a last appealing look. Louie turned her head, tears blurring her eyes. Outside, the noon sun was hot and the air was stifling with late summer humidity. Louie moved to the side of the house. She wanted to protect her friend, but she didn’t know how. Her first instinct was to hide. She chose a window of the living room where she would have a good view of where her father sat. She was well protected by the dark leafy shade of some forsythia bushes, and she moved through them silently, crouching down in a kneeling position. The air was silent and cooler among the leaves and branches. Inside Sally stood where she had left her. Randy sat, legs open on the couch, scratching his shoulder. She could not see her friend’s expression in the watery low light of the room, but she could see Sally was deeply anxious by her posture. Her father spoke, “C’mon over here,” he said softly, his powerful bass filling the room,”I won’t bite. Just want to talk.” His tone was innocent, carressing. Sally moved over to stand in front of him. Her hair still hung about her lowered face, but Louie could see her hands twisting in nervousness. Her father sat up straight and said something softly with a grin. Louie couldn’t catch it, but she saw her friend relax and reply in a low monotone. Again the low murmur from her father, and Sally tossed her head to the side and laughed. She shrugged in a helpless gesture. Randy laughed too. Louie strained to hear and caught the conversation’s flow. “You’ve grown up,” he said, and Sally smiled tentatively and shrugged. “Any growing pains?” he said. “What d’ya mean,” Sally looked quizzical. “Well Louie has some, I mean,” he smiled. “Her little titties are sore. I mean she has a long way to go. Not like you.” Sally giggled,”I know, she’s like... so small.” She straightened and thrust her breasts forward. “Do they hurt sometimes?,” Randy’s eyes gleamed in the dark room. His hands were folded and resting on his stomach. “Sometimes, yeah.” she smiled. “What part?” Sally twisted her fingers in her hair and looked downward. “Sometimes, well you know, my nipples.” “Oh well you know what to do about that, don’t you?” Sally looked at him curiously. Randy’s dark eyes were half closed and he looked relaxed. Louie sat rigid, breathing hard. “No-o-o-o...” Sally replied. “Why don’t you let me see ‘em and I’ll show you how to make them hurt less.” “Well, mmm-kay” “Take your shirt off sweetie, and let me see.” Randy’s voice took on the low caressing tone again. Sally slowly took off her t-shirt. Her hair tumbled down over her white bra straps. She stood in front of Randy, her firm ripe curves outlined by the demure bra. He sat forward. “Let’s just lower these and take a look,” he said in a firm, no nonsense voice. Sally leaned forward to help him lower the straps of her bra. Breasts tumbled out, the nipples large and pert and dark rose in color against her pale young skin. Louie saw her father’s chest rise and fall in a subdued and excited breath. “Are your nipples sore now?” He reached out a gentle finger and circled her nipple with it. The nipple immediately contracted at his touch. Sally jumped slightly. She bit her lip. “Mmmmm, a little.” “Do you want ol’ Randy to make ‘em feel better?” His index finger still moved in a circle over her aureola gently. Sally nodded. “Well you got to let me do this,” He leaned forward and touched her nipple with his tongue. He sat back and looked up at her, “Now doesn’t that feel good?” “Sorta, “ Sally smiled down at him. “Again? See when I suck on ‘em it reduces swelling, which makes ‘em hurt.” “Sure, yeah.” He leaned forward again and fastened his lips to her left nipple. He sucked on it hard and the nipple popped out of his mouth with a wet sound. Sally breathed hard and trembled. He leaned over and put his hand under her right breast and brought the nipple to his lips. He sucked on this one harder and longer, and began to tease it with his tongue between sucks. Sally moaned and put her hands to his hair, arching toward him. Her father sat back against the cushions of the couch. His dark hair was tousled from Sally’s hands. He smiled reassuringly at her. “How do you feel now?” “Sorta warm, and tingly.” “That’s good, baby. Show me where.” “Well here,” Sally pointed to her nipples, “And....” “Where?” His voice was soft. “Here.” Sally pointed to her crotch. “Ohhh. Uh-oh.” Randy’s face grew serious. “we have to do something about that.” “What do ya mean?” She said, alarmed. “Well that can get painful later on...I’ll have to rub you there to make it better.” He sat up again. “But you have to take off those shorts.” Quickly, Sally took off the shorts. She stood in front of Randy, trembling, her little panties bunched up in the crack of her firm, plunp buttocks. He raised his big hand and placed it caressingly against her young belly. “Have to get down in there, baby, and sort of feel around to see what’s swollen. Open your legs a little, there, good girl.” His hand inched below the band of her panties. “Mmmm,” he said softly, “you’re so swollen and hot down there...” Louie gave a quiet gasp as she saw his fingers move between her friend’s legs. Sally’s buttocks clenched as Randy turned his palm inward and rubbed beneath the cotton panties in the v of her crotch. Sally swayed a little and caught herself by placing her hands on Randy’s shoulders for balance. “Ohhh, we’re in trouble.” he said. Sally looked down at him. She seemed to return from a place miles away. “Why?” her voice was a slow sigh in the stillness. Randy looked up, “I’m going to need to cool you down baby.”He pulled at the girl’s cotton panties. She allowed him to pull them down around her ankles and off her soft tanned feet. Sally now stood before her father completely naked, her body coltish, with heavy breasts, and a firm, high ass. Small baby tufts of new pubic hair covered her mound. Randy’s hard palm moved in small circles between her thighs and his probing index finger disappeared into her narrow slit. “Owww.” Sally yelped and her hips jerked. Randy grabbed her hard around the waist. He looked up at her, his eyes narrowed. “Listen, baby, this is so important!” he growled at her. “You’ve got a serious problem.” “Mr. Andrus, that hurt.” Sally’s features showed a mixture of fear and concern. “What’s wrong with me?” “You need help.” Randy continued to caress her slowly and Louie saw her friend relax in his grip. “You need to be opened. Every young girl your age has a man to help her do this.” “Can you help me?” Sally asked, “will it hurt?” “Didn’t that feel nice before, Sally?”He smiled reassuring her. His hand still moved between her thighs. Sally’s hips began to sway with his movement. “Ohhhh yesss.” “Well, I’ll kiss it and make it feel even nicer for you. But it will hurt for maybe 5 seconds. You and I will count it together.” He bent and kissed her belly. Sally moaned softly. “Mmm-kay.” “Now I’m going to kiss that hot place for you baby. Just open up a little more, there.” Sally stood, her legs splayed open. Randy pressed his mouth against her mound and began to lick her clit. She threw her head back and groaned. His hard hands pressed her ass forward to his probing mouth. He buried his face between her soft young thighs and licked the slick folds of her pussy. The girl thrust her hips forward against his face. Randy drew back and stood up. He pushed Sally down on the couch. She sat straight up looking at the huge lump tenting his shorts. He smiled down at her. “Now, Sally,” he grinned caressing the hot lump. “we’re going to play a game. You’re going to lick the lollipop. It looks like a big red snake, but I want you to pretend that it’s a big piece of candy.” “Ok,” Sally smiled. Then Randy stripped off his shorts and her look turned to disgust. He held onto his huge penis, red and marble veined, and rising from a thick fluff of black pubic hair. It pulsed and jumped in his hand and stood straight forward. “Touch it, Sally,” he said. Sally drew back and reached out a tentative finger. She touched the tip of his cock and it jumped. She drew back again, giggling nervously. “Touch it baby, it’s ok.” She reached out again and circled it with her forefinger and thumb. She slid the tip of his penis through the ring of her fingers. Louie’s father sighed. “Feels good. Don’t you want to make me feel good, Sally?” “Sure Mr Andrus.” She looked up at his rapt face. This time she held his cock in her small hand. It jumped and pulsed against her damp palm. A small drop of come glistened at its red tip. Sally leaned forward and licked the drop off. Randy sighed and looked down at her. “Good girl.” “Tastes salty, “ Sally made a face. But she leaned forward again and lapped at his huge tool. She began to lick it like an ice cream cone. Randy moaned and tightened his muscles to keep from thrusting into her mouth. She then pushed him in further to her mouth and began to suck avidly, her eyes closing. “Ohhh sweet girl,” he moaned. He reached down and caressed her hair. He began to thrust forward in tiny controlled movements as she continued to suck him inward. His cock emerged from between her soft full lips more engorged than ever. Randy stopped her movement with a firm push on the top of her head. “That was nice.” Sally said. Randy reached down and pulled a blanket and a cushion off the couch. He spread the blanket on the carpet and placed the cushion in the middle. “Now we’re going to help open you up, Sally, lie down here.” He took Sally by the hand and guided her down to the blanket, with her hips on the cushion. She lay facing him, her shoulders and head slanting downward, her legs slightly open and upward. She looked up at him guilelessly. Randy pulled her legs apart and knelt between them. He bent and kissed her gently. He gripped her jaw and pulled her mouth open and thrust his tongue down into her hot mouth, that had give him so much pleasure moments before. She squeaked in protest and then responded with her own tongue, sucking back avidly. His hand caressed his thick pole as he kissed her and he began to tease her slick folds with the tip. Sally’s hands clenched on his back. Randy pulled up and looked down at her. “Now, little Sally.” He panted. She bit her lip with her teeth nervously as Randy raised himself into position and spread her thighs wide. “Noooo, Mr Andrus,”she began to protest as he held his thick pulsing pole against her virgin hole. “Count with me.” He said. “One-oww” He pushed the tip of his penis into her cunt and held it there. He bent and suckled her nipple. “Two,” she breathed. “Three.” He pushed in another inch. She moaned quietly. “Four,”he bent and bit her bottom lip gently. He placed a steadying hand on her belly, and thrust hard. “Five!” he said loudly and Sally screamed in pain. He pulled out almost all of his nine inch length. Blood dripped from his pole. Sally began to scream and he clapped a hand over her mouth and thrust again, hard. She fought him, her eyes wide with pain and fear and her nails raking over his chest. He kept thrusting laved by the hot juice and blood of her narrow slit. They both breathed heavily in the hot room. Louie trembled in horror. He bent over her and thrust harder and faster than before, his hands leaving dark marks in her tender thighs. She stopped fighting him and began to meet his thrusts, her screams lowering to fevered moans of pleasure. His buttocks clenched hard. She began to come, shaking and crying against his hot mouth and body. She hardly knew where she was as she arched against the hard muscles of his length. He turned her over and fucked her from behind. She bent and writhed under his weight, her dark hair swinging as he rammed himself into her. Finally he came with a huge roar, and squirted hot ropes of come onto the soft flesh of her back. Louie got up from where she was. She ran. All that afternoon, she ran and walked to nowhere in particular, her mind a dull whirl of horror and despair. When she returned, her house was empty. Her father had gone to work, the living room was cleaned up, and her friend was gone. She never saw Sally again. Before school started, Sally and her family left the area, moved away. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----