Message-ID: <20701eli$9903210444@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: al_steiner@hotmail.com Subject: {RP} Lizzie by Al Steiner (Fm, preg) (My first story) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <7d1t1n$kb2$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> Post comments to al_steiner@hotmail.com LIZZIE By Al Steiner Though I grew up in a fairly middle class family, in a house on a pleasantly middle-class street, with parents who instilled in me typical middle- class values, it developed that I established certain friendships with kids who were most definitely not of the middle-class. I suppose this happens to many kids in the Junior High School and High School years, they are drawn, undoubtedly, by the differences between the life-styles that they are accustomed to. Kevin was one such friend I had in the eighth grade. This would have been 1983 when we first started to hang out. Our home-lives could not have been much different. While I was raised in a four-bedroom house with a swimming pool; a house that was the property of my parents and not of some landlord, Kevin and his family lived in a three-bedroom rental that stood behind the parking lot of a local grocery store. While I was a member of a so- called nuclear family; my Mom a housewife, my Dad an accountant, both on their first marriages, both me and my sister unquestioningly the products of their marriage; Kevin and his older sister Elizabeth, or Lizzie as she preferred, were sired by different fathers, neither of whom had any part of their respective lives. While my parents were very strict in regards to what time I came in at night, where I was going, what I was doing; Kevin and Lizzie both had free rein. They went where they wanted, when they wanted to go there, and they stayed as long as they wished at wherever they were. Kevin was one of the school troublemakers. Though he wasn't a bully; he was very short and unable to beat anyone up; he was always the class clown, finding his defense in life through comedy. He told me most of the dirty jokes I heard during that point of my life. His grades, in sharp contrast to mine, were horrible. His demeanor towards school was that it was a joke. I will never forget the first time I spent a Saturday over at Kevin's house. I rode my bicycle over there about eleven o'clock on an autumn morning at Kevin's request. My parents, of course, thought I was going over to my friend Robert's house, a much more respectable friend that my parent's knew of. I knocked on the door and it was immediately thrown open by Kevin, who was grinning ear to ear. "What's up Marky?" He enquired, addressing me by a nickname that only he used. "Not much." I told him. "C'mon in." He said, standing aside and letting into the living room area which was it's usual disheveled mess. "I got some fuckin' aye good news today." "Yeah," I said, shutting the door behind me. "What's that?" "Mom's gone for the day and Lizzie just scored herself a dime bag." "A dime bag?" I asked, confused. "What's that?" He looked at me like I was a total idiot. "I thought you told me you smoked pot all the time." He accused. "A dime bag is a ten dollar bag of pot." "Oh," I said. "A dime bag. Of course." While it was true that I had told him that I smoked pot all the time, it wasn't exactly the truth. In fact I had never even seen pot before. I wouldn't have known it if someone had dropped an ounce in my lap. But in previous conversations, Kevin had told me that he smoked it all the time, courtesy of his sister, whose boyfriend was a dealer. Not wanting to seem a square, I assured him that I too smoked it regularly. It had of course never occurred to me that Kevin really did smoke it and would eventually want to smoke some with me. It wouldn't be the first or the last time in my life that my mouth had gotten me in trouble. He grinned. "She said she'd get us stoned if we want. She don't have nothin' to do today anyway. Isn't that fuckin' bitchin?" "Yeah, bitchin." I reluctantly agreed, nervous at the thought of smoking pot, which I had been assured by my parents would leave me a heroin addict within a month. I was trying to figure out a tactful way to get out of this experience. Maybe I could feign sickness and leave? Just then Lizzy entered the room from the hallway. Lizzy was, I believe, nineteen then. A ninth grade dropout, she lived at home with her Mom and half-brother Kevin, didn't work, didn't do much of anything but party until all hours of the night. A heavy-boned blonde like her mother, she was, on that particular day, about six months pregnant with her first child. The father, Kevin told me, had been some rock band member that she had slept with for a few weeks. While not exactly fat, she was chunky, with thick, meaty legs and enormous breasts. She was wearing a pair of yellow shorts that were very short and very tight and a stained white halter-top that barely restrained her huge mammaries. Her bulging belly was bare from the bottom of her top to the top of her shorts, revealing a few stretch marks and her navel, which was currently an outie. Her face, which while somewhat dull-looking, was actually sort of pretty, sported no make-up that I could detect and her hair was somewhat disheveled, leading me to believe that she had only recently awakened for the day. Later in life I would learn a word, a not very pleasant word, for women such as Lizzie: Skank. In her hand she carried a strange device, the likes of which I had never seen before. It was a dark blue plastic tube, semi- transparent, about the thickness of my wrist. It had a stand on the bottom, obviously so it could sit upright, and a round metal fitting protruded from the bottom of it. She smiled when she saw me, flashing her crooked teeth. "Hey Cutie." She haled with uncharacteristic friendliness towards me. "You ready to get lit?" "Uh..." I started hesitantly, intimidated by her. She was after all an older girl. Surely I couldn't bow out of there now. "Sure." I finally squeaked. "Way to go." She said, wobbling her swollen belly over to the couch and sitting down. She set the strange device down on the coffee table after pushing a few beer cans and the remains of a TV dinner out of the way. "Hey Kevvie." She said, "How about you go get a glass of water for this thing?" "Fuckin' aye." Kevin answered, dashing towards the kitchen. She reached inside the tube and withdrew a small plastic baggie of the sort that my father's fishing sinkers were packaged in. It was filled with a leafy green substance that I correctly assumed was the pot. She noticed me still standing there and patted the couch next to her. "C'mon an' sit down." She said brightly. "Don't be shy." I placed myself to her right, sinking into the tired couch. "You ever smoke out before?" She asked me, opening the baggie and taking a whiff. Her eyes lit up, apparently liking what she smelled. "Oh sure." I lied. "Lots of times." She gave me a knowing glance. "You ever use a bong before?" "A bong?" What the hell was a bong? I wondered. "I don't think so." Her smile widened. "This," She said, pointing to the blue device she had carried in. "Is a bong. It's the best way to smoke out." "Oh." I said, nodding wisely. "I see. No, I've never used one of those before. I usually do it in, you know, the normal fashion." "You mean joints?" She asked, setting the baggie down and picking up a pack of Marlboros that had been sitting on the table. "Yeah," I agreed. "Joints." "Well, joints are okay in a pinch." She said, sparking up a cigarette with a disposable lighter that she had produced from seemingly nowhere. "But there's nothing in the world like a nice, smooth bong hit of some killer greenbud. It's better than sex. You'll see." I nodded wisely again as she exhaled a plume of acrid smoke into the room. I had of course never experienced sex before, of any kind, so I figured I would just have to take her word on the comparison. Kevin returned with a glass of tap water, which he handed to Lizzie before taking up position on the other side of her on the couch. "You're the greatest fuckin' sis in the world Lizzie." He proclaimed cheerily. "I ever tell you that?" "Every time I get some pot." She said, pouring about six ounces of the water into the neck of the bong. She noticed my confused stare. "It's to cool the smoke." She told me, pointing at the metal protrusion. "You see, the smoke gets drawn through the water before it goes into your lungs. That way, it isn't so harsh and you can take a bigger hit." "It gets you fuckin' aye stoned." Kevin added happily. "I see." I said, nodding, although I didn't. She opened up the baggie and took out a pinch, holding it carefully between her stubby fingers. She crammed it into the bowl of the bong and packed it down. "Here, hold this for me." She said to Kevin, handing him her cigarette. He took it, taking a few quick drags off of it. She picked up the bong and the Bic lighter, striking a light with the latter. She applied the flame to the bowl of pot and began to inhale. The sound was like nothing I'd ever heard before, a gurgling, slurping noise. The pot in the bowl grew red hot and shriveled up. I could see smoke filling up the interior of the bong, above the waterline, and I could see quantities of it disappearing into Lizzie's wide-open mouth which was protruding through the top of the pipe. All of a sudden the pot, burned out, disappeared down the hole in the bowl. A second later, Lizzie inhaled sharper than she had been and the smoke, which had been whirling inside the bong, all shot into her mouth in less than a second. She pulled the bong away from her lips and leaned back on the couch dramatically, closing her eyes as if in pain. "Lizzie can take some killer fuckin' hits." Kevin remarked, obviously impressed. She held her breath for about thirty seconds and then let it out in a great exhalation of air. I saw that there was hardly any smoke ejected from her. "You see that?" She asked me after breathing heavily for a moment. "Almost no smoke. That means I absorbed almost all of the pot." She shook her head, smiling. "Whew." She breathed. "I can feel it already. This is some good shit." She set the bong back on the table and re-opened the baggie, withdrawing another, smaller pinch. After stuffing it and tamping it down, she handed the bong to me. "Here, let me help you." She said, twisting her large body towards me. "Put your mouth on it and hold your thumb over the carb here." She pointed out a small hole in the side of the bong, above the waterline, that I hadn't noticed before. I dutifully put my thumb over it and applied my mouth where instructed. She leaned forward, bringing the lighter near the bowl. "Now when I light it..." She instructed, saying further which I didn't hear because my attention became immediately distracted by the fact that when she'd bent over to help me, it allowed me to look straight down the top of her halter. Her breasts, as I have previously mentioned, were enormous, made even bigger so by the fact that she was pregnant. They were large globes, paler than the exposed skin on her body and they jiggled in a fascinating way, like Jell-O. She wore no bra and I was able to clearly make out the aureole of her left nipple, though not the nipple itself. Her aureole I could tell was large, about the size of a silver dollar. Suddenly I was seeing Lizzie in an entirely new light. I had never thought of her in a sexual way before, though at that stage of my life I was masturbating at least once and sometimes as many as three times a day. The fantasies which accompanied this frantic jerking off usually involved the more attractive of my female schoolmates at Junior High and occasionally Mrs. Lear, the attractive twenty-something year-old married neighbor across the street from our house. Lizzie, though not exactly ugly, was not exactly attractive either. Certainly not attractive enough to waste a precious jack-off fantasy upon. But now, looking at more forbidden female flesh than I had ever seen before outside of smut magazines, I had a feeling that all of that would change the next time I had opportunity to apply hand to penis. "...okay?" She finished up. I looked up at her face, startled out of the daze I'd been in. "Huh?" I finally stammered. She looked at me for a moment and then glanced casually down at the view she was providing before looking up again with a knowing smile. "I said," She repeated patiently. "That you need to hold your thumb over the carb until it's all burned up and then you let go and suck in hard." "Yeah," I said, embarrassed that she'd caught me looking at her breasts but also noticing that she'd made no effort to cover them up. "Sure." "Okay." She told me, scooting closer so that her thigh was touching mine. "Here we go." She flicked the lighter to life, applying it to the bowl. "Inhale." She told me. I did so, but weakly, not even getting the water to gurgle. "Oh come on." She admonished, like a patient teacher. "Suck hard." I did, finally getting the water to roil violently and the small ball of pot to flare to life. "Good, good." Lizzie encouraged, keeping the lighter applied while the pot shriveled and shrank. I could feel a warm sensation entering my lungs but it was nothing violent. This isn't so bad, I thought as I continued to inhale. Finally, after an eternity, the pot disappeared down the hole in the bottom of the bowl. "Now let off the carb and inhale hard." Lizzie instructed. I let my thumb off and sucked as hard as I could. It immediately felt like someone had sprayed a can of mace down my throat. I coughed violently, expelling an incredible plume of smoke that smelled like burning leaves. I continued to cough, my gag reflex in overdrive while Lizzie gently removed the bong from my hands. I saw that tendrils of bluish-white smoke were rolling out of the top. Kevin started cracking up, laughing derisively. "Fuckin' aye." He chuckled. "Did you get a good hit?" "Shut up." Lizzie admonished, setting the smoking bong down on the coffee table again. "He's new to using a bong. He'll get used to it." Finally the coughing spasms disappeared and I felt as if I could breath again. "You okay?" She asked me, smiling gently, her left hand rubbing her belly button. "Yeah." I nodded, finding myself looking at her fingers and her bare, bulging belly. For some reason it struck me as erotic, the fact that she was rubbing herself there. "Good." She said, smiling in a motherly way. "Maybe we'll give you a little smaller hit next time." "Right." I replied hoarsely. She loaded up the bong for Kevin, who expertly took almost as a big a hit as his half-sister and than she loaded up another large hit for herself. Finally it was my turn again. She removed a pinch that was about two-thirds the size of the first one she'd given me. She leaned forward again to help me, again giving me an exciting view down the front of her halter. This time I could make out what appeared to be the beginnings of her left nipple but surely, I thought, I must be mistaken. If my eyes were seeing correctly, the total diameter of the exposed nipple would have to have been the size of a dime at least. That was impossible, I thought. All of the nipples I'd seen in porno mags had conditioned me to believe that they were roughly the size and shape of a pencil eraser. Once again, Lizzie noted where I was looking and smiled knowingly, making no effort to conceal the view. This was confusing to me. Surely she wasn't deliberately letting me see down her shirt. After all, she was six years older than I was. I was just a kid. Why would she let me look down her shirt? This hit went better than the last one. I inhaled slower and managed to hold the hit for nearly ten seconds before coughing it out in a violent spasm. Already I was looking forward to the next one, not for the therapeutic effect of the marijuana, but for the view of Lizzie's tits. I found that she was becoming more attractive to me by the minute. We took four more hits, my technique improving with each one. By the last I was able to hold it in until no smoke emerged when I exhaled. Lizzie proclaimed me an expert. Each time I looked down her shirt. Each time she didn't seem to mind. Finally Lizzie declared that she was "obliterated" and called a halt to the bonghits. Kevin, who was actually giggling at things, wholeheartedly agreed with her. I was slightly disappointed. Not only did I not feel like I was "stoned", but I would have no further opportunities to look down Lizzie's shirt. "How do you feel Cutie?" Lizzie asked me in a voice that was thick and slow. I noticed that her eyes were very red and only half-lidded. "Fine." I replied, honestly believing myself unstoned. "Isn't this some good-ass shit?" Kevin enquired, staring at an issue of TV Guide. "Yeah," I agreed, thinking anything but. "It sure is." As we sat there, watching a Bugs Bunny marathon on Channel 13, I found myself staring intently at the television. I'd seen these Bugs Bunny cartoons a thousand times, I'd grown up with them, but suddenly they were taking on a new light. I still remember the one I was watching. It was titled, "The Rabbit of Seville". In it, Bugs is chased into an opera house by Elmer Fudd and takes on the character of the Barber in the famous opera. It had never been one of my favorite cartoons but suddenly I was riveted by it, finding it hilarious. The music struck me as particularly amusing. "DO DO DO DOO IT." It went, "DO DO DO DOO IT, DO DO DO DOO IT, DO DOO IT, DO DO IT DOO." I started giggling, hardly realizing I was doing so. When Bugs began putting hair cream on Elmer and flowers sprung up from his pink scalp, I went into hysterics. I looked up to see that Kevin and Lizzie were looking at me with amused expressions on their faces. "You're fucked up, aren't you?" Kevin asked, giggling. "No," I replied slowly. "I'm just..." I trailed off, not even realizing I'd done so. Suddenly I really took account of the sensations that were assaulting me. The first thing I noticed was that time seemed to have slowed down to a snail's crawl. Hadn't the "Rabbit of Seville" been playing for about an hour now? The next thing I noticed was that I could concentrate with severe intensity on any one thing in particular, but that I couldn't concentrate at all on more than one thing at a time. While I'd been perusing Bugs Bunny, for instance, I'd completely forgotten about seeing Lizzie's breasts, something that ordinarily would have preyed on my mind for days. I remembered seeing Mrs. Lear, dressed in short shorts, bend over in her front yard one time, allowing me a two second glimpse of the bottom of her pink panties. This had happened about two months ago and for two weeks afterwards, the bottom of those panties had been all I could think of. I'd masturbated an average of three times a day during that period and I'd been unable to fantasize of nothing but Mrs. Lear and what would possibly be under her pink panties. The image of what her butt and her pubic hair (brown, like her hair, I imagined) looked like, what her vagina would feel like wrapped around my five inch penis, dominated my every thought. Wasn't it strange that, having witnesses something less than---an hour, two hours, five minutes---ago, something that had been much more revealing than what Mrs. Lear had allowed that it shouldn't dominate my thoughts? I tried to picture Lizzie's breasts in my mind, as I had seen them and was surprised to find that I could see them perfectly. They were beautiful, undoubtedly jiggly, soft and warm. Was there milk in them? I wondered, realizing that she was pregnant. If you placed your hands on those warm globes and caressed them softly, would milk express from them? Would it run warmly over your hands, down your forearms, and drip softly to the floor? Would it squirt through the air? Would... I suddenly realized that I'd been focussing intently on Lizzie's breast for an indeterminate amount of time and that my dick was as hard as a rail spike. Guiltily, as if she'd been reading my mind, I looked over at her. She had lit another cigarette at some point and was smoking it thoughtfully while staring at me. I offered her a weak smile and then looked over at Kevin, who was completely lost in the Bugs Bunny cartoon which, I now saw, had finally changed. "You ever smoke cigarettes?" Lizzie asked me quietly, taking another drag. I looked at her for a moment, processed what she had said, and finally was able to come up with a reply. "Uh, no." I answered. "Let me teach you." She said, with a twinkle in her eye. "The best way to start is to have someone else do it for you." "Huh?" I said dumbly, not at all getting what she said. "Here." She said gently. "Let me show you." She took a drag off of her smoke and then set the cigarette down in an ashtray. She gently placed her hands on either side of my face and then brought her face forward until her lips were touching mine. It was the most sensuous thing I'd ever felt and it took me completely by surprise. Her lips were warm and wet and incredibly soft, the essence of femininity. She blew softly into my mouth, filling my lungs up with bitter smoke. I suppressed a cough while feeling my hard penis take a tremendous lurch in my pants. She pulled slowly away, a queer smile on her face, and removed her hands. I exhaled and a slight plume of smoke issued from my mouth. "How was that?" She asked, leaning back slightly on the couch. "It was... uh... good." I squeaked, trying not to look down at my crotch and the bulge I knew had to be there. "Here," She said, picking up the cigarette. "Let's do it again." "Okay," I said, taking a sideways glance at Kevin, who glanced back at me for a moment, gave me a mysterious smile, and then went back to watching the TV. She inhaled a hit off of the cigarette and then grasped my face again. Pulling me forward, looking deeply into my eyes the whole time, she placed her lips on mine and gently blew. I felt the tip of her tongue, wet and exciting, briefly flick across my upper lip before withdrawing back into her mouth. She withdrew, looking me in the eye. "Nice?" She enquired. "Yeah." I said dreamily. "Good." She said stiffly, and then leaned back on the couch, taking her cigarette with her, leaving me to wonder if I'd really felt her tongue briefly enter my mouth or if I'd imagined it. All I knew for sure was that my dick was hard as a rock and all I could think about was Kevin's half-sister Lizzie. For an indeterminate time we sat on the couch and watched cartoons. Kevin and Lizzie talked to each other, the subjects varied and fast changing. I felt myself on unsteady ground, I had never been stoned before and I wasn't sure how long the sensation would last, but I laughed along with the two of them without contributing much to the conversation. Every now and then Lizzie, in a fit of laughter would slap her hand down on my leg and then quickly withdraw it back to her own lap. It seemed to me that she was feeling my leg each time she did this but I dismissed this notion as the pot talking. Kevin seemed to take no notice of this. Presently she lit another cigarette, after passing one to Kevin, who also sparked up. She asked me if I wanted another hit off it. "Sure." I answered with what I hoped was nonchalance. "Okay Cutie." She said, taking a deep drag and leaning forward. This time there was no mistaking what happened. Her lips touched mine and as she gently blew the smoke down my lungs the tip of her tongue slid slowly and sensuously across my upper lip. As it returned to her mouth she softly sucked my upper lip between her two lips and let it go. "Mmmm." She sighed, pulling back with a saucy smile on her face. "You're getting good at this." "It looks like it." Kevin said, shaking his head in amusement. He suddenly stood up. "I'm thirsty as a motherfucker." He proclaimed. "Anybody want a coke?" "Bring me a beer." Lizzie said, leaning back into the couch. As she did so she opened her legs a little. Unable to help myself, I looked down and saw that I could see under the crotch of her shorts. She was wearing white cotton panties. A few stray hairs, light brown in color, poked out from under the elastic band over her vaginal area. Her pussy is under there, I thought with a shiver, unable to drag my eyes away from those pubic hairs that were revealed. "Hey dipshit." Kevin barked from the doorway to the kitchen. I realized he was talking to me and jerked my gaze away from Lizzie. "Huh?" I said guiltily. "I said, 'do you want anything to drink?' A coke or something?" He was shaking his head sadly at me. "Oh yeah, sure." I said, my face turning red. "A coke is fine." "Got a little dry mouth?" Lizzie asked knowingly. I nodded, wondering if she knew I'd been looking at her crotch. If she did, she wasn't saying anything about it, nor did she seem disgusted by it, which was how I assumed a woman would feel upon catching a thirteen year-old doing such a thing. She sat up again, leaning towards me, taking my face in her hands again. "Let's see." She said, placing her lips once more against mine. Her tongue slid against my lips, licking them softly until they opened of their own accord. It then slid into my mouth, sliding softly against my own tongue, which was dry as the Sahara, up over the roof of my mouth, along my teeth, returning to my own tongue. She twirled our tongues together, letting me feel the rough upper surface and the silky smooth under surface. My penis, which had never gone much below semi-hard, sprang back to life again. "You're right." She murmured, breaking the kiss and withdrawing, a teasing look in her eyes. "You do have dry mouth." Her hands pulled away from my face. As they did so the right one trailed softly down my neck, across my chest and abdomen, and finally across the rock hard protusion of my dick. I had never been touched there by another person before and I jumped as if an electrical shock had been applied. "Jumpy, aren't we?" She teased, sitting back against the couch again just as Kevin returned, his hands full of cold drinks and a bag of Doritos. He tossed the chips on the table and distributed the drinks. While he tore open the bag of Doritos, I cracked my red and white can of coke and took a huge drink, trying to quell the severe thirst I was experiencing. Lizzie took a single sip out of her beer and then stood up. "God I hate being knocked up." She proclaimed. "It makes me horny as a fuck and I have to pee all the time." She sauntered out of the room towards the restroom and I looked at her wide ass until it was out of sight, fantasizing what it would look like unclothed. When she was gone, Kevin nudged me with his elbow. "Lizzie been flirtin' with you?" He asked slyly. "What do ya mean?" I asked guiltily, assuming that he would be angry about this. "You know," He said, grinning. "Kissin' on you and showin' you her tits. Lettin' you look between her legs. Did you see her pussy?" "No." I shot back immediately. "Too bad." He said, shaking his head sadly. "She's got a big old hairy one. She shows it to me all the time. You could prob'ly fuck her you know?" "Fuck her?" I said, shocked at this conversation I was having. I couldn't imagine having such a discussion about my own sister. "Yeah." He nodded. "She ain't shittin' when she says she's horny. She'll fuck anyone when she gets like this. She even tried to get me to fuck her one night." "You?" I asked, appalled. "Yeah." He said. "But I wouldn't do it. She is my half sister after all." "Of course." I replied. My mind was spinning. Was Kevin being serious, or was he screwing with me. My stoned mind simply could not decide. "If you wanna fuck her," He offered. "Go ahead and do it. I ain't gonna get in the way." "Well I don't know." I said doubtfully. "I don't think...." "Aww, ain't nothin' to think about." He assured me. "I'll help you. Wait'll she comes back." "But..." I started, feeling things were moving a little fast. "Don't worry." He said, winking at me. When Lizzie returned and assumed her seat next to me, Kevin suddenly stood up. "These Doritos bite the big one." He said. "I'm gonna run over to the store and get some cupcakes." "Yeah." Lizzie said, her eyes lighting up. "And get some of those little Vienna sausage things too." "All right." He said, turning to me. "I'll be back in a little bit." I was suddenly scared. He was going to leave me alone with her! "I'll go with you." I barked. "No no." He shook his head firmly. "Why don't you stay here and keep Lizzie company. I'll be right back." "Yeah." Lizzie smiled at me. "I hate being alone. He'll be right back." My heart pounding with fear and arousal, I finally squeaked, "Well, okay." "Cool," Kevin said, tipping me another wink as he trotted out the door. Once the door shut behind him, Lizzie wasted little time. I felt her chubby hand caressing the back of my neck. "You wanna kiss me some more?" She asked, pulling me towards her. "Okay." I said weakly, allowing myself to be drawn into her embrace. I applied my lips to hers and our tongues began their duel. Her arms went around my back as she slumped down into the couch, pulling my body atop her. I felt the press of her breasts against my chest and the bulge of her belly against mine. Her hand slid down along my back and into the waistband of my shorts. I felt her cool fingers caressing the cheeks of my ass. "Ooh, you have a nice ass." She said, her breathing quickening, as was mine. We kissed for a few more minutes and then she abruptly withdrew, pushing me off of her. Before I had a chance to wonder what this new development was, she grasped her halter-top from the bottom and pulled it off. Her large breasts bounced free in my face. I saw that my earlier impression had in fact been correct, her aureole, the color of coffee with heavy cream in it, were the size of silver dollars and her nipples were the diameter of a dime. They were very erect, standing out nearly a half an inch. "Suck my boobies." She told me, putting her hand on the back of my neck and pulling me towards her right breast. I obeyed, fastening my lips on the large nipple. I had never experienced anything like this before. It was warm and pliant within my mouth and I suckled like a baby. There was no milk expressed from it, much to my relief. After a moment, I switched to the other one, taking a few experimental licks with my tongue in addition to the suckling. Lizzie moaned softly as I did this. Her hands were caressing the back of my neck and my lower back. My dick, which was so hard it was painful, was rubbing against her leg and I started to involuntarily hump against it. "Eager aren't you?" She whispered, trailing her left hand down to feel my thrusting buttocks. I mumbled something in reply, not removing my mouth from her breast. She grasped my shoulders and pushed me slightly away, her nipple popping from my mouth. I looked up at her, staring into her eyes. "I want you to fuck me." She said matter-of-factly. "Okay." I said, my voice trembling, as was my body. "But I think you might shoot off too quickly." She said, "Before I have a chance to come." I was speechless, figuring she was probably right but knowing of no counter-argument that was likely to work. Was I about to lose my first fuck because of inexperience? "But I know a way to help that." She said softly, pushing me off of her. "You do?" I asked, since some reply seemed needed. "Yeah." She nodded. "I'll give you a blow job. How does that sound?" "Uh... okay, I guess." A blow job! My wildest dreams come true. But how was that supposed to help me from shooting off too soon. It seemed to me that I would just shoot off quicker. "Okay, you guess?" She said sternly. "You don't sound very sure about it. Maybe we should just forget the whole thing." "No!" I protested quickly. "I want one." She smiled again. "That's better." She told me. "But if I blow you and let you come in my mouth, you have to do something for me while you're recharging." "What's that?" I asked, willing to agree to pretty much anything. I probably would have killed her mother if she'd asked. "Eat me." She said. "Eat you?" I said doubtfully, having only the vaguest idea of what she was talking about. "My pussy." She said. "After you come, I want you to lick my pussy and my clit until I come in your mouth. By then, your dick will be hard again and you can fuck me. How does that sound?" "Okay." I said, sounding surer of myself than I really was. What in the hell was a clit? I'd never heard that particular term before. Was it near her pussy? Was it on some other part of her body? I wondered if it some term that I wasn't aware of for asshole and this gave me a start. While the idea of licking her pussy was kind of exciting, the thought of putting my tongue on her asshole was far from appealing. "Good." She said, smiling again. "Take off your pants." "Okay." I agreed, sitting back on the couch. Slowly I began to undo the buttons on my Levi's. "Hurry up." She said impatiently. "Kevin's not gonna be gone forever." "Right." I replied, ripping my jeans open. I pushed them down, allowing my rock-hard, five-inch penis to spring free. I was acutely embarrassed to be exposing myself in this way. Nobody besides me had ever seen my dick before and, since I had never really seen the dicks of others before, I was under the assumption that mine was very small. After all, I'd read for two years in Penthouse and Hustler that the average dick size was between nine and twelve inches. Mine was only five inches (and would only grow another inch when I achieved adulthood). But Lizzie didn't seem the least bit put off by my size. "Very nice." She said, licking her lips in a nasty way. "Sit down right there." She pointed to the center of the couch. Breathing rapidly in anticipation, I sat where told. She slid over a few inches towards me and then leaned over my lap. I felt her heavy breasts against my leg. I felt her warm breath suddenly blowing against my cock. She licked slowly up the outside of the shaft, twirling her tongue around the head when she reached the top. I groaned, very nearly shooting off right there. I had never felt anything like that before. Next her rough hand grasped me around the base and I felt myself engulfed in her warm mouth. "Ohhh." I exclaimed softly, paralyzed by the sensation. I looked down and saw her mop of blonde hair in my lap. She hummed slightly around my cock and then went to work in earnest, moving her head and her hand up and down and sucking gently. This action made short work of me. Within a minute my hips began to thrust up and down and I felt a tingle running up my spine. "Ohh God." I cried, my thrusting increasing, as did her pace. The tingling expanded to a full-blown crescendo of sensation that emanated from my groin and spread throughout my body. With the effects of the marijuana still upon me, it seemed to take forever. Finally, after an eternity, I reached the peak and felt myself shooting gob after gob of cum into her still-sucking mouth. Her mouth worked, simultaneously sucking and swallowing. She didn't spill a drop. Once I was finished, she lifted her head from my lap, leaving my slightly deflated dick to flop against my thigh. She licked her lips again. "I love the taste of cum." She said, sighing. I was, for the moment, speechless, savoring the experience, but Lizzie turned quickly to the next order of business. She stood up and, in one quick motion, pushed off her shorts and panties, offering me my first view of a human female vagina. Though the bulge of her belly cast a shadow over it, I could plainly see that Kevin was right, it was very hairy. I'd never imagined that women had so much pubic hair, again drawing my comparisons from porno mag pictures which I didn't realize were mostly of trimmed women. She had a veritable rug there, made up of a nest of light brown hair, several shades darker than that on her head, which stretched from the top of her pubis well into her perennial area. I could vaguely made out the outline of her slit peeking from the center of this. And then there was the smell. It hit me several seconds after she'd shucked her clothes, a strong, musty smell that made my nostrils flare. Once again my only previous source of information on this matter had led me astray. Based on the stories in the pornos, I'd been led to believe that a vagina smelled exquisitely sweet, like a combination of fresh ground coffee and vanilla extract, with perhaps a hint of honey. Instead, it was nearly a gutter smell, almost overpowering in character. It was a smell that should have been classified as noxious but which instead caused my deflated dick to give a lurch. Despite the negative connotations of the odor, I found myself eager to bury my face into the source. Lizzie lay down on the couch, propping her head against the arm, putting one leg over the back, the other on the floor. This opened her entire crotch area to me. The odor increased with this action, making me slightly dizzy. She took her left hand and spread herself open, showing me the moist pink lips and the opening between them. "Get to work Lover." She told me softly. Obediently I twisted my body around on the couch and laid down between her widely spread legs, my face now only inches from her pussy. Tentatively I leaned forward and licked slowly between her spread fingers. The taste was tart and strongly so, but far from unpleasant. She sighed softly, removing her fingers and allowing me to continue my ministrations. I thrust my tongue experimentally inside of her, noting that she seemed to like this. I licked up and down her slit a few times, getting some of her pubic hair in my mouth until I figured out how to spread her open with my hands. "Very nice." She told me, a smile in her voice. I tried to look up and see her face but the bulge of her belly prevented this view. After licking her up and down and thrusting my tongue in and out for a few minutes, she told me, "Now start licking my clit a little, just a little at first." I felt lost, having no idea what a clit was. I still semi-suspected that it was another name for her anus and I wasn't about to stick my tongue there, even if the penalty was a sudden cessation of our activities. I continued to lick her up and down, trying to figure out a tactful way to ask her what her clit was when she solved the problem for me. "C'mon, quit teasing." She admonished breathlessly. "Lick my clit." With her left hand she reached down between my face and her slit and spread herself open again. "Right here." She commanded, rubbing a small protusion at the top of her vagina. So that was a clit, I marveled, touching it tentatively with my tongue. The reaction of Lizzie when I licked it was dramatic. I felt her body give a lurch on the couch. "Yes." She sighed. "Lick it some more, gently at first." Abandoning the rest of her vagina, I began to concentrate wholly on this protusion, licking it gently and swirling my tongue slowly around its perimeter. I could tell Lizzie was enjoying this immensely. Her pelvis began to gently thrust and her breathing audibly quickened, it's ebb and flow punctuated frequently with pleasurable moans. "Suck on it now," She moaned. "Gently." Taking it between my lips, instinctively knowing not to touch it with my teeth, I began suckling it as if it were a nipple. The effect was startling. She began to moan constantly now, her pelvis thrusting up and down rhythmically, making it difficult to keep my mouth on target. Quickly I learned it's location by feel and each time her thrusts threw my mouth off, I was able to rapidly re-acquire my target by running my tongue up to the top of her slit until it encountered the very erect clit. As her thrusts became more violent I locked on and began to suck harder, at first just to help me maintain my grip, but I quickly realized that the increased pressure was a good thing for Lizzie. "Ohh yess, Ohhh yess." She began to continuously moan. Her legs came up and wrapped around my back. Her hands came down and grasped the back of my head. Her pelvis began mashing faster and harder into my face, making it difficult to breathe at times. "Ohh yess, Ohhhhh yessss! Suck harder." She cried. I did so, sucking now with a frenzy, taking gasping breaths through my nostrils whenever they were not pressed against her pubis. Her thrusts became frantic. My hands, which were holding on to her chunky upper thighs felt a sheen of sweat developing, making it hard to maintain my grip. "Ohhh God, take it!" She suddenly cried and her entire body began to tremble and gyrate as if she were having a seizure. She pulled me harder into her crotch, completely cutting off my air. Her legs tightened around me, squeezing almost painfully around my neck. At last, she let out one last sigh and her entire body relaxed. Her hands dropped off of me, as did her legs. "Oh God you eat pussy so good." She cried, inserting her hands into my armpits and pulling me upwards. I came willingly enough, shortly finding myself lying atop her, my outer thighs resting against her sweaty and larger inner thighs, my stomach pushed upwards by her pregnancy, my chest mashed against her large tits. I was worried about putting my weight on her stomach because of the baby but Lizzie apparently had no such concerns. She pulled me tight against her, mashing her lips against mine and thrusting her tongue deeply into my mouth. I was amazed that she was willing to kiss me after I'd just put my mouth on her pussy but if anything she seemed to enjoy the kiss more. She sucked on my tongue and lips, she licked across the outside of my lips. My dick, which was indeed hard as a rock once again, was touching her wet pubic hair. I could feel it tickling the head and moistening it. She slid her hands down to my ass and grabbed a cheek in each one. Using this handhold, still kissing me madly, she guided my pelvis until I felt the head of my cock resting against the smooth, wet, warmness of her slit. With a tug on my ass, Lizzie pulled me sharply into her body. My dick slid into her wetness, all the way to the hilt, in one quick motion. I cannot begin to describe to you what that felt like, sinking into a hot, wet, pussy for the first time. Though I'd imagined many times in my fantasies what such a thing might feel like, I found that the fantasies didn't come close to doing justice to the sensation. It was undoubtedly the finest thing in the world, even the blowjob I'd received earlier didn't compare. She broke our kiss long enough to shout, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Right now!" I began to thrust in and out within her, feeling the sheath of her caressing every inch of my cock. With each thrust she would squeeze her vagina around me, adding to the sensation. My balls, which were quickly dripping with moisture, began slapping against her. Her hands began squeezing my ass. The smell of us, the thick, wet smell of sex, rose thickly into the air, turning me on further, making me thrust faster. I heard the springs of the couch crying in protest at our movements upon it, I heard the moist squish of our union emanating from between us. Sweat formed on my forehead and began to drip onto Lizzie's forehead. She broke our kiss and began sucking on my neck and my ears and encouraging me to do the same to her. Her pelvis suddenly began to thrust against me with greater urgency, her mouth against my neck began to moan again. When she cried out I felt her pussy contract tightly around my thrusting cock, doubling the sensations I was feeling. This was quite enough to send me over the edge. I felt the tingling begin once again in my nether regions, quickly spreading throughout my body, my thrusts began to pick up speed until they were a practically a blur. Lizzie felt the increase of my thrusts and cried. "Yes, yes, come in me! Come in my pussy! Let me feel it!" I groaned and began to spurt my seed deep within her, sending wave after wave of hot sperm splashing against her insides. My thrusts slowed down gradually, finally coming to a stop and I lay against Lizzie, my first lover, catching my breath, my face tucked into the hollow of her naked shoulder, her breasts mashed against my chest, which was still covered by my T-shirt, my wilting, soaked dick still inside of her. Presently she gave my ass a little slap, indicating that I should climb off of her. I did, pulling my now deflated dick out her pussy. It was followed by a small flood of sperm and juice from our copulation. She offered me a warm smile as she picked up her clothes from the floor, her bong and her pot from the table. "Better get dressed." She told me. "Kevin'll be back pretty soon. I'm gonna go take a shower." With that, she strolled naked out of the room, heading for her bedroom. It was a somewhat anti-climatic end to my first sexual experience. It was another fifteen minutes before Kevin returned from the store. During that time I sat silently, staring at the TV but not seeing it, recalling what had just happened. I had actually been laid. I couldn't believe it. Already I was looking forward to my next encounter. Unfortunately my next encounter would not be for another two years and it would not be with Lizzie. On the few occasions that I saw her again over at Kevin's house, she would treat me as she always had, with kind, quiet, indifference. She never mentioned what had happened between us although Kevin took great delight in describing it to all of our friends in such detail that I knew he'd been watching us, perhaps through the front room window. By the time I entered high school, Kevin and I had gone our separate ways and I was to never see his sister Lizzie again. Except of course, in my masturbation fantasies, where even to this day, she still makes frequent appearances. -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----