Message-ID: <26469asstr$969739801@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Reply-To: "fifebert" From: "fifebert" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.00.2314.1300 X-Original-Path: 216.188.11.8 X-Original-NNTP-Posting-Host: 216.188.11.8 X-Original-Message-ID: <39ccd503_1@news3.calweb.com> X-Original-NNTP-Posting-Host: news.calweb.com Subject: {ASSM} Amy (Mf) Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2000 16:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, newsman She was 12 years old and a seventh grader. Jack had seen her around the neighborhood for the last several years and she was growing up. Her name was Amy. She had shoulder-length dark-auburn hair. She was a bigger than the other 12 year old girls, but in no way fat. She just wasn't one of those wafer thin girls common for girls her age. He'd seen her recently out on the sidewalk of this quiet neighborhood. She and two of her girlfriends had gone swimming and they were still in their swimsuits. They were talking and being girls. He'd noticed the small growth of her early puberty breasts underneath her swimsuit. Just the beginning of her change over the next few years into a woman. He wondered how big her breasts would eventually grow. He'd never seen her mother, so he couldn't give a good guess. He fantasized about her when masturbating. He wanted her. If Jack was three years older, he'd be 3 times older than her. You do the math. *** On Thursday evening, she came to his door. "Hi!" she said smiling through his screen door when he answered the doorbell. He definitely noticed she was in her black one-piece swimsuit. It was still slightly damp from an afternoon of swimming at her friend Colleen's house. She had shorts over the bottom part of the suit. "I'm trying to earn some money. If you have a dog, I could walk it. Or I can babysit if you or someone who needs a sitter. Or I can do some chores around your house, like wash the dishes or vacuum or clean." She paused for breath. "We'll I don't have a dog," he said as wheels started turning in his head. He tried not to stare at her "tits" even though by most guy's standards, she didn't have much there to look at yet. "And I don't know too many people with babies and I keep my house pretty clean all by myself." He saw her face start to fall. She'd probably been turned down too many times already going door-to-door to the many neighbors. "However, I have a way you can earn ten dollars in just ten minutes right now and if you come back Saturday you could earn ten more dollars. You could make twenty dollars in just a couple of days!" He sounded excited. He saw her eyes grow at the thought of ten then twenty dollars. "So would you like to earn ten dollars right now?" The BIG question. The moment. The decision. A beginning? "You mean it?!?" she said smiling, but slightly reserved. She must have been turned down more times by the neighbors than he thought. "Oh, yeah. I mean it." "Yes! Yes!" she said, matching his excitement. He briefly thought of sending all the neighbors a "thank you card", but quickly dismissed the silliness of it. Soon, he knew, the KEY question would be posed. "Please come in then. My name is Jack." "Amy," she replied He opened the screen door for her. He noticed she was tall for her age. He estimated her as almost 5 and a half inches tall and yet so many more years left for puberty to change her into a woman. She briefly shook his offered hand. He closed the front door behind her. He wanted as little chance to be overheard as possible. He sat on his sofa. "Please get on your knees in front of me please." She got down on her knees. Straight up in front of him. "You can sit back on your legs if you want," he said. She sat back, a little more relaxed. His head was racing, his pulse was pounding, he was trying to breath regular. He wanted to come off as calm to her and "every day" as possible. But the moment was here. The time was now. "Amy," he said. He paused. She became extra attentive when spoke her name. He continued. "I wouldn't ask you to do what I'm going to ask if I didn't think you could do this. In fact I KNOW you can do it. And you can do it very well. You just have to decide if you want to do it and do you really want the ten dollars. What I'm going to ask may sound strange, but since you are almost a young woman, this SHOULD be no big deal. You just do it. I give you ten dollars and then you go on home" He saw the mild confusion on her face. Had he goofed up already, he wondered. He continued. "This is what I would like for you to do. All I'm going to do is sit here. I want you to take the top of your swimsuit down, so I can look at your young woman breasts." He saw her eyes turn away. To the door, perhaps? Before she could say something, he continued. "It'll be very quick. No more than 10 minutes. Remember, all I do is sit her and look at you. Okay, maybe we talk a little." He laughed and got a little smile out of her. "For 10 minutes you get ten dollars. It would take you two hours babysitting a bratty kid to get ten dollars or a whole lot of house cleaning. It is SOOOOOO easy for you." His "speech" was nearly over. "If you say "no", I'll understand. However, if you say "yes" we'll both be very happy. I'll get you the ten dollars right now, if you want. What will it be, "yes" or "no"?" Her mind was spinning. For ten dollars, all he wanted to do is look at her with her swimsuit down. Yet, should she do it? Is it right to let this guy look at her? "Isn't it wrong to do that?" she asked. He was a little surprised by the directness of her question. But she didn't just right out say "no". "Well," he replied, "is it wrong for people to get what they want? You'd get ten dollars for just sitting where you're sitting right now. Pretty easy, huh?" He felt his best approach was to keep hammering on how simple and easy it was for her to make some money. "And I get what I want. Seeing a beautiful young woman who I can tell already has a beautiful young body." Flattery never hurts, he knew. "How wrong it that?" he asked. She sat there quietly, listening and thinking about what he said. "Now," he continued, "I wouldn't go tell ANYONE. Not even my dog." She gave a mid-sized smile at his joke. "Some people would think it is strange. I don't know why. My mom, she's not going to know. My dad, no way. My best friend, not a chance. These are people I love, but no one needs to know everything I do." An appeal to teenage freedom. "And as you already know, you won't tell anyone. Not even a bird in a tree." She gave a little smile again. "Amy," he said, pausing on her name deliberately. "You're smart for asking such a smart question." Again flattery. "If I hit you on the head, that would be wrong. Or if I stole your scooter, that would be wrong. I don't think making ten dollars is wrong. What do you think?" He felt like he spoke forever, but he kept it short like he wanted to do. "Um.." she said, formulating her thoughts. "I think it would be okay," she said slowly. Was a first inhibition falling? he wondered. There was a brief silent and awkward moment. "Amy," he said as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. "To show you how much I already care for you. To show you how much I care for you and I want to make you happy." He pulled out a five and 5 ones out of his wallet. He folded the bills and dropped them in front of her. "Amy." he felt it was a good strategy to repeat her name at the moment. "That's ten dollars right there. It is yours no matter what you choose to do. I give it to you because I know it will make you, Amy, very, very, happy. You can choose to take the money and walk right out the door right now, if you want. I know you will be happy. Or you can choose to let me look and see you as the young woman you are and are becoming." Further appeals to being grown-up. "Whether you think it is wrong or not, you can go ahead and leave. Or you can stay for just ten minutes. "Amy," he paused on her once more. "I would really like you to stay." His final plea. His face felt warm and he was nearly sweating. She looked up at him and then looked back down at the carpet. What he said seemed to make sense. Why did people think it was wrong? Well, if those people would make him keep it to himself, then she could do that too. He seemed to already care for her. He'd give her the money no matter what. What was the harm? It WOULD be very easy money. Maybe he'd want to look at her again and she could make ten more dollars? She decided. "Okay," she said, quietly, shyly. She reached up to her right shoulder strap and slowly began to pull it down her arm. "Thank you, Amy," he said, giving her a genuinely warm smile. "You have made me so very happy. Thank you, thank you, Amy." She glanced up at him in response to his kind words. He truly was very happy. With her head looking at the floor. He watched her slip the strap past her right arm and then she slid the other strap. The slightly-damp fabric still clung to her body. She looked up at him and into his eyes. She pushed down her swimsuit to waist-level and his eyes got big and his smile even bigger as her chest came into view. She was thrilled inside how her simple action made him so happy. As her tits came in view, he felt so giddy and dazed. In the coolness of the air, her nipples pointed straight out from her body. She didn't have enough tits to "sag" yet. "You have very beautiful tits," he complimented her. "And still growing." He saw her mild reaction to the word "tits". "The best word is tits," he told her. "Breasts is such a boring word. Doctor's use it. Tits is a happy and fun word. Tits!" he said enthusiastically lingering on the "s". "Tits," she said. "Great!" he replied. His eyes lingered on her tits for a couple of minutes and then gradually moved down her body. He could just barely see her belly button where her suit bunched around her waist. His thoughts briefly imagined what she might look like farther below. His eyes moved backed up over her tits and into her face. She seemed proud and excited. Time for a compliment? "Thank you, Amy. You have made me very proud of you. You are smart enough to know that it is not wrong if we want to make each other happy. Little girls are not smart. You're not a little girl. Little girls don't have tits, yet." Non sequitors can be useful. Hearing his kind words, she beamed a smile back at him. His eyes roamed over hers young tits again. His purchased time was almost up. He'd thought deeper than just looking at her tits, however. "Do you like me looking at your tits?" he asked. She looked at him, unsure how to answer. He thought quickly on what question to ask. "You know you are no longer a little girl, right?" "Yes," she said nodding her head "You know you're body is going through changes and you will be a woman soon?" "I had my first period two months ago." she replied. Not what he really wanted to know, but her answer answered his. "So does it make you happy that you are still very young , yet you already are very beautiful and that you make a man like me want to see your beautiful body? She thought about it briefly. "Yeah," she said shyly. It wasn't a concept she had considered previously. "Amy, I see you walk by and you force me to look at you. You have so much power in your body. I'm just a man. I want to see what is beautiful." She smiled up at him with a tilted head. She wasn't sure what he meant, but she liked the idea. She'd have to find out how this power worked. "Well, Amy. Time is almost up. I really appreciate how much you've done for me. You've made me so happy, I'll be happy all night, no matter what happens. I was wondering however if you like to make ten more dollars for ten more minutes? "I'm getting tired and I think I should go...Jack," she answered. She paused on his name. It was the first time she had used his name. "I know, I know," he said excited. "That why I thought you'd lay on your back on the sofa. I want you to be comfortable. It's just I want ten more minutes of happiness. Would you do it for me? You leave my house with twenty dollars and you didn't do anything. Except make each other happy of course." She quickly thought about it. To have twenty dollars would be way cool. Think of what she could buy at the mall. Mom and Dad didn't expect her home for at least another half hour anyway. "Okay," she said shrugging. She didn't completely understand why he liked to look at her tits, but if it made him happy, why not? It didn't harm her. "Great!" Jack said, smiling. "I'll pull you up." He grabbed her wrists and pulled her on her feet. They stood only a foot apart. He looked down at her tits in close proximity. She felt uneasy standing topless, so close to him. She looked down at the floor, away from his staring. He sensed her discomfort, but he couldn't help looking at her tits. Her bellybutton was now fully exposed also. "It's okay, Amy. You have so much to learn, but you are doing great. You are already a fast learner on using your power to make me happy. Thank you for being so smart." "Here," he said, turning around and patting the sofa. "Lay here." He motioned the length of the sofa and then stepped out of the way. She sat down and then laid back as he said. Her right side was toward the back of the sofa. The sofa was cushy and comfortable. She could probably fall asleep here if she closed her eyes. He got down on his knees next to her. He smiled big as he gazed at her tits. Seeing his happiness made her happy and she gave a warm smile back. "Amy..." he paused, fumbling for words. "Amy, it is so hard to believe just how very, very, VERY beautiful you are." He stared at her tits, her body, her legs, her face for a few minutes. He then brought his left hand up and stuck out the index finger. "You even have a very, very cute bellybutton," he complimented as he touched her, lightly tracing his finger around it. She briefly shivered as he touched her. She thought of saying something, but seeing the big smile on his face, she decided not to. Besides, it felt okay. He noticed her shiver. He wasn't sure how he would reply to her if she said something, so he was very grateful that she didn't seem to mind his touch. He placed the palm of his hand flat on her belly above her bellybutton and slowly and gently rubbed her. "Does the little massage feel good, Amy?" he asked. He also felt he had to name what he was doing. Massage would probably have a better ring to her ears than "feel you up". She thought about his question. "Yes, it does feel pretty good," she answered. With that answer, he decided to take one more step this evening. He placed the palm of his right hand over her left breast and slowly began to "massage" it. He is touching my tits!, she screamed inside. What should she do? She didn't want to disappoint him or make him sad or angry, but he hadn't say anything about touching her. "Um...um," her voice finally stammered out. "Shh...Shhh," he quickly interrupted her. He didn't want her to reason. "Just be quiet and enjoy it. Think down into your body and see what you feel. I think you'll find you really like it." He paused and rubbed her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. It grew more erect and hard under his touch. "Look, Amy. Your beautiful body says that it likes to be touched. Now you just have to tell your thinking." He knew that only half of all woman are actually stimulated by breast-play. He really, really hoped she was one of them. It would make things so much easier. He subtly adjusted his hard cock in his pants. She felt his other hand slide up to her other tit. Both his hands were now slowly circling over her tits. Occasionally, he would give a slight squeeze. Or he would play with her nipples and they would get hard and erect. She felt a little confused. And a little warm. She discovered it felt pretty good. In fact she was surprised how good it truly felt. She felt herself slightly leak from between her legs and suddenly felt embarrassed. She should mention it to him, but she had trouble thinking straight. He heard her breathing become slightly more rapid. That excited him and he took it as a good sign. He decided to find out through the direct approach. "Are you alright, Amy? Does it feel okay?" "Uh..." she said, distracted. She hadn't expected this sensation. "It feels good." That was a good enough answer for him. He took his hand off her left tit and placed his mouth over it. He sucked her nipple into his mouth. She didn't resist but welcomed his warm mouth. She felt his tongue dart and probe at her nipple. And when he sucked, she got an even more intense feeling in her body. He placed little soft sweet kisses on her tits. Why did this feel so good? She tasted so good to him. He ran his tongue along her soft young skin. He kissed his way over to her other tit and then licked circles around her nipple. He then sucked her nipple into his mouth and gently pulled on it. He felt her nipple get firmer and more erect from his actions. She had developed a mild sweat on her body and he licked it up from around and on her tits. He wasn't sure, but he thought she gave a slight "pelvic thrust" in bodily response. He lifted up. "Time's up," he said. It had been fifteen minutes. She wanted him to continue, but she was glad he stopped too. She had leaked again and was feeling totally embarrassed. What was wrong with her? Couldn't she control herself? They just stayed there breathless for a moment. "Are you happy, Amy?" he asked, breaking the silence. "Yes," she replied huskily. That felt very good, Jack. Thank you." "Your welcome. And I thank you again Amy. You've made me so happy, I've decided to give you fifteen more dollars instead of ten. You get $25 dollars today." "Thank you," she replied, pleased. "Here, left me help you up." He grabbed her arms and pulled her to a sitting position. "Uh...," she said. He noticed she was suddenly feeling bashful. "What's wrong, Amy?" "I...I...I think I peed a little on your sofa. I don't know what happened. I couldn't help myself. You can keep the money if you want, if it stained, to clean it up." "I bet that's not what happened. Stand up and let me see." She stood up and turned facing the sofa, but remained topless. She seemed to have lost that inhibition. He saw a very small wet spot and placed his finger in it and sniffed his finger. She wrinkled her nose in disapproval. "This is not pee. This is your pussy juice," he explained to her. "When you are feeling good like that, it is normal for you to release some juice. I am happy for you. And Amy..." He pressed his hands over his heart. "...I am honored that you responded to me in such a fashion. That means so much to me. You have made me feel very special." Her face expressed her relief that her embarrassment was okay. In fact, the embarrassment turned out to be good. "Go ahead and put your top back up and I'll go get your money. I need to go into my bedroom. I don't have enough in my wallet." She put her arms back through the arms of her swimsuit as he went to the other room. She made $25 dollars and had a great new experience also. All that in just about 45 minutes. She was feeling very good about herself. He came back. "Here you go," he said handing her a ten and a five. She picked up the other ten dollars off the floor and put it all in her shorts pocket. He guided her to the door. Just before he opened it, he said, "Now, Amy, if you want to make some more money come back over Saturday afternoon. All we'll do is make each other happy." He leaned over and kissed her softly on the cheek. "Bye, Amy and thank you, " he said lovingly. "Bye," she said, and opened the door and off she went home happy. She had $25 dollars in her pocket. *** On Friday, Jack didn't get much done at work. He reflected on the previous evening and was amazed how well everything went. He had done everything he wanted to do that evening. No more, no less. He felt fairly confident she would come back Saturday whether she wanted the money or not. The money was an extra enticement. He killed time at work until it was time to go home. When he got home, he went to bed early. Saturday couldn't come soon enough. Amy was also distracted Friday at school. She wanted to feel those sensations again. An unknown pleasure had been awakened in her. She wanted Jack to massage her tits and suck her nipples into his mouth. It was a great arrangement. Jack would pay her to do something she wanted to do. Maybe she'd go to the mall with Colleen after school to get her mind off things. *** Saturday came. Jack cleaned up his place and also made sure a little towel was nearby to clean up any "leaks" Amy might have again. He hadn't expected her to lubricate Thursday evening. He hoped Amy would be willing to release a few more inhibitions today. If she wanted to re-experience the sensations she felt Thursday again, he might use it as a "bargaining chip" to see more of her. Overall, he was content to take his time over the next few weeks or so with her, but if there are little ways to move this relationship along without scaring her away, he was willing to try it. Afternoon came. His doorbell rang. She greeted him with a big smile. He smiled back. She looked absolutely great to him. She had her hair pulled back in a too short ponytail. There were two small stud earrings in each ear. She wore a fishline necklace with two small jewels. He thought those necklaces always made it look like the stone was pressed into the skin because he could never see the thin line. She wore an everyday blue and white shirt. Her brown eyes seemed to sparkle and she had bounce in her steps. What really caught his eye as she came in and passed by him was the blue jean shorts she wore. Her little ass already was forming the right curves in those shorts. The shorts accentuated her ass and told him that she had legs too. Since she wasn't the typical twig, he hadn't noticed her legs before. Not even when she stood right next to him two days ago. Nor stretched out on his sofa. Guess his mind was focused elsewhere. He closed and locked the door and went into the living room. She stood in the middle of the room, seemingly hesitant on what to do. He sat again on the sofa and she turned and faced him. "Go ahead and get undressed, Amy. Do it slow and sexy. That would make me happy. I want to see your beautiful body again." She was unsure what it meant to "do it sexy" so she slowly started lifting her shirt up with both hands. He recognized the uncertainty on her face. "Dance a little. Move your body. Move your hips. Have fun," he encouraged. He watched as she tentatively started to sway a little and gave a pleasing smile as she started to get into it. Seeing his happy smile, she became more confident. In his eyes, she was dancing quite sexily. Sexy dancing was just something that was natural to a woman. It didn't take training. It just took encouragement. Her belly was completely exposed now and he felt his cock harden as he anticipated seeing her tits again. She was enjoying herself and watched him watching her. As her shirt came up, he was disappointed to see that she was wearing a light-peach colored bra. A new idea hit him! He didn't like it when new ideas hit him. It was safer to have everything planned out and more importantly everything THOUGHT out, but this seemed like such a good idea. "Stop!" he said in a commanding tone. She immediately did. Did she do something wrong? she worried. "I think we can make this even more fun. Go ahead and put your shirt back down." She pushed it back down and straightened it. "First, go ahead and take off your shoes and socks. It's fun to go barefoot." She sat down and proceeded to do as he asked then stood back up. She had cute little toes with the toenails painted girlish pink. She would grow out of that little girl aspect, he contentedly knew. He stood up and walked behind her. He put his hands around her waist and rested them on her belly and pressed his chest up against her back. "We'll dance together," he informed. He began to sway back and forth and slowly lift her shirt back up. They were clumsy together at first, but soon began to move together in complimentary fashion. His right hand, warm and soft, rubbed her bare belly again and he once more explored her belly button with a gentle finger. He then slid both hands from her bare belly, around her waist, and up her back to her bra clasp. Her shirt was held up by his wrists providing enough view to undo it. He fumbled to undo the little hooks. He hated all types of bra catches, but after just short seconds, which seemed forever to him, he undid her bra. He reached into her shirt sleeve and started to pull the bra strap down. She figured out what he wanted to do and helped him take off her bra without taking off her shirt. It's one of those odd things that women can do that completely amazes men. Once her bra was off, his arms again encircled her waist and his hands roamed up from her belly and enveloped her tits. Oh, how she had longed these last two days for his hands to rub her tits again. She released a happy breath. Within himself, he felt satisfied caressing her young small breasts again. Her nipples became erect under his touch. He fondled her for a good five minutes. She slowly writhed to him and pressed back against him in sensual instinct to be closer to him. He took hold of her shirt and lifted it up. She raised her arms to help him and he took her shirt off and dropped it next to her bra. She was topless. He put his hand over her tits again and squeezed them and held her body tight against him. He so badly wanted to pull his own shirt off and hold her in skin-to-skin contact, but it was too early. At this time, there would be a feeling of safety for her with his clothes on. He had to spend the time to build her trust in him. Sometime in the future he hoped there would be that feeling of trust and safety when they both were naked. She felt little kisses on the back of her neck and on her shoulders as he held her tight. She felt protected and cared for. She discovered she sometimes ground her butt back at him only when he responded by grinding back at her. She wasn't sure why she did that and felt embarrassed when it happened. But he didn't seem to mind. She felt happy. His kisses didn't bother her. Adults kiss, don't they? She wondered what it would be like to kiss. Maybe he would want to kiss her? His hands slid down her front, over her belly, past her bellybutton, and rested on the top of her shorts. His hands moved to the middle and unbuttoned her shorts, then found the zipper and pulled it down. He felt her barely tremble within his arms. "Are you okay, Amy?" he said preemptively, whispering it in her ear. "I really would love to see your beautiful body completely naked. You excite me and make me happy." "I...I'm okay," she responded quietly. She wasn't quite sure if she just lied to herself. Why couldn't he just rub her tits? He moved in front of her and sucked on each of her nipples for a few seconds. She closed her eyes in bodily response and arched her back slightly which pushed her nipples further into his mouth. She just wanted to do this. "I just want you to rub and suck and lick my tits, Jack," she finally told him. "I want to do that to and I will do that today. I just know we can make each other even happier." She looked at him with uncertainty in her face. He sunk to his knees in front of her without waiting for a response from her and began to pull her blue jean shorts off. She felt resigned that Jack wanted to do this. He heard her sigh. "We already made each other very happy, right? Trust me. I just want to see your entire body today. I'll sit on the sofa just like before and then I'll have you turn and bend so I can see different views of you. Sort of like a fashion model." He smiled inside. He was very pleased with his "fashion model" adlib. "Since that's what you look like, " he added. She pondered his statement. He thought of her like a fashion model?!. They were all so pretty. She knew she could act like a fashion model. It might be fun. They were all practically naked on TV or in magazines anyway. They didn't care if they were naked. And they were in front of hundreds of people. So why should she care! She wiggled a little to help him get them over her hips and then he pulled them all the way down. She stepped out of her shorts and his hands came back up to the elastic of her lace-trimmed white panties. He started to pull them down. He was breathing hard. She wondered why. He slowly pulled her panties down. He tried not to shake. He reached behind her and pulled them off her behind. He then focused on her front. "Could you open your legs a little wider, please?" he asked. "That would help me a lot." She did. "Just a little more," he asked. She did a little bit more. "Thanks, Amy." He didn't really need her legs any more open, but she didn't need to know that. He just wanted to improve the impending view of her pussy. Her panties went down and he stopped when they reached her knees. He subconsciously licked his lips when she came in view. He gazed at her beautiful little clit and her sweet looking pussy lips. He wanted to kiss them and taste them. She still had soft peach fuzz hair over her cunt. It hadn't gotten wiry yet so he imagined it would be very soft to his touch. He exhaled hard in admiration. She suddenly felt his hot breath on her private parts. It made her feel tingly. That surprised her. He was stopping too long, he realized. He snapped out of his euphoric daze. His raging cock had temporarily controlled his mind. He finished undressing her. He stood up and then he walked around her. He walked gingerly. He had a serious case of blueballs. "Wow!...Wow!...Wow!," he said, as he looked at her. His mouth hung open. "Wow, Amy! Wow! What a beautiful body you have. Gorgeous, beautiful, amazing." He looked her over up and down. "Wow! Wow!" was all he could say. She had the biggest smile on her face as he slowly circled around her. She felt proud. He moved over to the sofa and sat down. "Fashion model time?" she asked. "Yes, fashion model time," he said smiling. His adlib had worked! But it was best not to rely on them. It is better to plan, plan, plan. "Why don't we start with you facing me," he told her. She followed his guidance. "Okay. Bend to the right. Yes. To the left. Very nice. Arms up to the sky. Oh, yes. Squeeze your nipples. Very sexy, Amy!" She blushed. "Turn to the left. Oh, wow!" On her twelve-year old body, her tits even with erect nipples, barely gave a better feminine profile than a stick would, but he was oblivious to it. "Turn to the other side now." Her other profile wasn't any better, of course. "Turn and face away from me." He looked at her soft cushy ass. He so wanted to run his hands over it and squeeze those cheeks. In due time, he told himself. Take your time, win her trust, and she'd let him. Otherwise, she'll bolt and you'll ruin it, if you don't follow the steps. She looked back at him waiting for the next instruction. "Legs farther apart. Bend over. How close can you come to touching the floor without falling over?" She bent over and her pussy and her asshole came into clear view. He lovingly gazed at her pussy. He felt his cock pre-cumming like a middle school water fountain that doesn't shut off. He so badly wanted to just stand up, grab her hips and thrust his cock as hard and as deep as it would go into her pussy. "You have a nice pussy," he told her. She knew some people called a girl's privates "pussy", but she never used the term. "You just don't know how beautiful you truly are, Amy. You have a wonderful body, excellent tits, and a perfect pussy. It's so perfect, it makes me just want to stare at you. Wow! You're going to be a fashion model one day, aren't you? She just shrugged. She hadn't really thought much before about her privates (or pussy as he said). It was for going pee and just recently was a monthly sign that she was becoming a woman. And that was bloody and gross! But if Jack liked it, what was there to say? "Okay, Amy. Time for your massage." He stood up. He hated to end the afternoon, but he knew it was right when he looked at the bigger picture. "Why don't you lay on the sofa on your belly first? I'll rub your back first and then..." He trailed off on purpose. "...and then where should I rub...hmmm?" "My tits, silly!" she said laughing. It was the first time he heard her laugh. He liked it. He hoped to hear it more. She practically dove on to the sofa in excitement. "Oh yes, that's right. Rub your silly tits." She gave him a bemused look regarding his weak humor. He pulled his shirt off and sat down on his knees in front of the sofa. It was the first time she had seen his chest. She noted that he had some hair on his chest, but not too much. He seemed a little sweaty too. He must have been hot and that was why he took his shirt off. He began the "massage" by rubbing his hands over her back. He then started to place little kisses all over it and then trailed his tongue down her spine. It tickled. She squirmed. He slowly ran his hands down the outside of her legs, played gently with her toes, and rubbed up the inside of her legs. His hands moved back to the outside of her legs before they became too close to her pussy. Another time, he told himself. He repeated his hand motions about five times. He wanted her to become entirely used to his touch on her body. He would skip an important area today, but he felt confident that they would have future days together. His hands went onto her ass cheeks. She flinched, but then quickly relaxed. He softly squeezed them and then surprised her by kissing each cheek. She always thought of butts as being so dirty. "Okay, Amy. Roll over. You have a whole other side to massage." At last, she thought. She was disappointed however when he started with her legs again. However, his gentle hands did feel pretty good, she had to admit. Outside, inside, break off before reaching the pussy, he repeated on her legs several times. Finally, he brought his head down and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She tasted just as sweet and wonderful as before. She wanted this. She intuitively laid her hand on his head to encourage him to continue doing what he was doing. She didn't understand why it felt good. She just knew it did. He suckled on each of her nipples and kissed and gently licked all over her tits. He heard her breath slightly quicken once again. He enjoyed her for nearly ten minutes and then broke off. He had to think of his long term goal. Time WAS on his side. Time helped him determine how much she wanted to continue or not. "I'll go get twenty dollars," he told her staring into her eyes and face and glancing at her tits. "Go ahead and get dressed." He walked out. One day he hoped the sensations and feelings would be more important than the money to her. He'd still pay her if she wanted it, of course, but it wouldn't be the reason why she came over. When he came back out, she was just pulling her shirt back over her head. She already had her panties, shorts, and bra on. She then sat down on the floor and put her shoes and socks on, but not in that order. He went over to the sofa and picked up the little towel. She watched him as he surveyed the sofa and lightly rubbed it. "This is our 'honor towel'," he declared. He felt it was important to use the word "our". "This is for when I make you happy and you honor me with your pussy juices. And one day, Amy, I will show you how I release my juices. I have been honoring you and your beautiful body, also." His cock drooled enough pre-cum that he knew it was a sticky mess in his briefs. She looked at him with a question mark on her face. "I'll explain and show you on another day." She stood up and he handed her the twenty dollar bill. She shoved it into her pocket. He put his hands on each shoulder and softly kissed each cheek. She stood statue-like. He then softly held her cheeks in his hands. He turned his head and moved forward and kissed her lips firmly, but without pressing. His lips lingered, so she tried to kiss him back. She had no experience and it was awkward for both of them and they soon separated. He felt confident she would learn and she hoped he would be patient as she tried to learn. If he wanted to kiss her, she wanted to do it good. "When can I come over again?" she asked with anticipation. "Friday evening." Her eyes became sad. "I have a lot of work to do. I really want to see you before, but I just can't. I'll be thinking of you all week. "Okay," she said, poutily. They walked to the door. Just as she reached for the door handle, he stopped her. "Can you do me a favor, Amy?" "What?" "Don't wear panties when you come over here. Just wear shorts or better yet a skirt with nothing underneath? "Nothing underneath?" she said, her face in surprise. "I'm only asking for you to do it when you come over. You live close, it's no big deal. No one will know. No one will care. Except me and you. We care to make each other happy." She didn't say anything. He opened the door. "See you Friday," he said, happily. "Okay," she turned her head and smiled back. "I love you," he charmed and then closed the door. She walked back to her house thinking, "He loves me"? Do I love him? I like him and I know he cares about me and wouldn't hurt me. How do I know if I'm in love? How do you tell? Should she ask someone? No. It's best not to tell anybody. It's okay if he loves me. He makes me feel so good with these new sensations, after all. Jack hated...absolutely hated...to tell her Friday. It would be a whole week without seeing her. Without sucking on her tits. Without viewing her pussy. It was for the best, however. He had time to consider if he really wanted to go any farther. Re-look at the risks and variables of possible inadvertent discovery. Review his plans to see if he should slow down or speed up. He walked into his bathroom after she left, stood in front of the toilet, pulled down his pants and briefs, grabbed hold of his cock which was sticky and messy from his pre-cum and jacked off. He fantasized about her being on the floor on all fours and he ramming his cock in and out of her succulent pussy. He had poor control of his cock's aim when he came and he splattered his cum, getting very little into the toilet bowl. He sighed and grabbed a towel to clean it up. *** It was a fast week for Jack. He stayed busy with his work to keep his mind off her. In the evenings, he evaluated their previous two meetinga and what he hoped the future held. He felt it was going very well. After this Friday, if all went well, she would want to come over often. After the meeting after that, if all went well, he would let her. But he still knew they always had to be very careful. If she was over too often, it would soon be discovered. He saw what Amy's mother looked like during the week. She was a big woman with small breasts. As genetics go, Amy would probably end up the same way. But right now Amy looked just fine to him. He certainly wouldn't be with her forever, after all. For Amy, she tried to put her mind on other things, but she was only partly successful. She didn't do very well on the school tests this week, but no one noticed. Every time the TV was on and there was a couple kissing, she paid extra attention and tried to pick up any pointers. She tried to rub her tits like he did, but it didn't feel the same. Her parents noticed she was unusually quiet this week, but chalked it up to almost being a teenager. *** Friday finally arrived. His doorbell rang just 5 minutes after he got home from work. She must have been watching for him. He had wanted to eat dinner first, but eating up her body immediately became his first priority. "Hi, Jack," she said smiling with excitement when he opened the door. He could tell she was genuinely glad to see him. After he closed the door behind her, she greeted him with a kiss on his mouth. She opened her mouth like she saw on TV and he responded by opening his. She recoiled back when his tongue probed into her mouth. "I'm...I'm sorry", she said. "It's okay. How would you know if you haven't done it before?" He wrapped his arms around her protectively and kissed her. He felt her relax and she let him french her deeply. She learned to dance her tongue with his tongue and felt tingly. When their mouths parted, she thought it was a pretty good experience and would like to try it more. He held her hand and they walked into the living room. She wore a simple green wraparound skirt that stopped at her knees. He wondered if she had granted his request. Was she without panties? Could he reach right under her skirt and touch her pussy? He'd know soon. "Well, you might as well go ahead and get undressed," he said with a fun little laugh. He stood watching her as she kicked off her shoes and then while standing on one leg took off her sock and switching legs did the other. She took her shirt up, over, and off and then reached behind and undid her bra. He just briefly admired her tits this time. His mind was salivating on what was underneath her skirt. She undid the wrap and let her skirt fall to the floor. And there she was! Her virtually bald pussy exposed between her legs. She had taken his advice, no panties! He walked a slow circle around her and looked her up and down. "You are just so incredibly beautiful," he said, admiring. He moved in and gave her a short, passionate kiss, but broke off before she thought to respond to him. "It seems unfair that you are the only one without clothes. I should be like you. Don't you think so?" "I don't know," she said, looking at him. But she had to admit, she was curious. "Well, Amy, I know my body isn't as beautiful as yours, but if it's okay with you, I'm going to take my clothes off to be like you. But only if it's okay with you." He used the phrase "to be like you" to make her think she was advanced. The second phrase let her think she had the power. "It's okay with me," she said. And it genuinely was. "Great! Thanks!" Again implying her power. "Why don't you sit on the sofa and watch me take my clothes off." She went over and did. He stood facing her. He was still in his office clothes. He kicked off his shoes and took off his socks in the same way she had. He undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off. She had seen his chest last Saturday. She watched him undo his belt, unbutton his pants, and then lower the zipper. He pulled his pants downward and they quickly fell to his ankles. He stepped out of them. He just wore his undershorts and his dick pushed them outward. He turned around with his back to her and lowered his shorts. His butt came into view and he bent over to pull his shorts all the way down and then stepped out of them. Slowly he turned back around, her eyes grew big as she saw how big his dick was. She had never seen a dick so big! It was sticking straight out from him and pointed straight at her. She scooted to the sofa edge to get a closer look. She hadn't seen her father's dick or even a boy's dick since she was a little girl. Any man's would look big. And she certainly had never seen one erect. The truth was his cock was 6 inches long which made him an average man. He watched her expression of surprise as he turned around and she saw his cock. He laughed internally from her reaction. "Amy, just as you honor me with your pussy juices when I make you happy, I honor you with my cock juices when you make me happy." He rubbed the pre-cum on his cock for effect. "You make me happy just by letting me be in the same room with you." "Cock?" she said. "My dick," he explained. "But the adult word for it is 'cock'. 'Dick' is for calling people names, like 'dickhead'." She chuckled. "Cock sounds better." "Does it hurt?" she asked "What?" he said, genuinely confused. "Your cock. When it sticks out when you wear pants?" "Oh!" he said, smiling. "Normally, it is soft and not as big, so I'm okay. But another way a man shows how much he likes a girl is that his cock gets hard, it gets longer, and it sticks out. It's called an erection. When I'm around you, I get an erection. You're so beautiful. "Amy, I won't lie to you. Sometimes it does hurt. The happy juices build up inside a man's cock and they just need to come out, and the juices are called cum. In fact I had to release some cum after you left last time. I was in pain. But it feels so good to cum. There are many ways to cum. How about I show you one way I cum just before you leave? Would you like to see that?" "Yeah," she said, nodding her head excitedly. She was very curious. He sat down in front of her on his knees. "Just lay back right where you." She reclined back. It was fairly comfortable for her. He put his hands on the inside of her knees and pulled her legs apart. He had a fantastic view of her pussy, but there was time for that later. He straightened up on his knees and leaned over her. He placed his hands on opposites sides of her and then took her right nipple into his mouth. She exhaled in happy acceptance of him. His right hand came over and played with her left nipple between thumb and forefinger. He had his partial weight on her now. He wanted her to feel that. To see if she would safe or feel trapped. He hoped that even if she felt trapped at the moment, she'd forget it later in the midst of his sensual plans for her this evening. He moved his head up and kissed her. His tongue probed into her mouth and to the back of her throat. She felt a little suffocated and her hand quickly came up to his face. "Sorry," he apologized. "It's okay," she said sheepishly and then pulled his mouth back down to hers. He didn't push his tongue so deep this time. It's just that he so wanted to be deep in her. He moved his head down to her other nipple and began to suck on it. His left hand came up to finger her now wet right nipple. He kissed his way over to between her tits and then slowly licked up and down between what would one day be some form of cleavage. For now it was just the center bone for her rib cage. But one day - cleavage! He kissed downward and briefly probed her "inny" bellybutton with his tongue and then continued to kiss lower. His body slid downward off her body until he sat back on his knees. He lightly kissed her on the upper regions of her pussy which was covered with soft new pubic hair and meticulously worked downward. He reach her clit and instead of kiss, he licked it. She didn't know why he wanted to kiss her around her pussy. It seemed so dirty. She went pee from there and sometimes it would dribble. And now she had started having periods. She was glad her period was two weeks ago, but still. His kisses became slower and lingered longer as he got closer to her pussy and suddenly his tongue touched her clit and she jerked back as she felt a sensation surge through her body. He kissed her there next and then went lower and kissed the folds of her pussy. She closed her eyes. What he was doing really felt good. She had never imagined it so. It blew her mind's paradigm discovering that when he touched her privates, it felt so good. Not that she used words like "paradigm". His face was just inches from her cunt and she tasted just as sweet as he thought she would. He heard her breathing hard and slow as he began to eat her out. He brought his hands up and spread her legs further and then he spread her pussy lips. He shoved his face into her and probed his tongue into her opening. "Unnh", he heard her moan as he lapped up her nectar. Her back arched, pushing her cunt into his face, as he continued. He briefly raised up to look at her. Her eyes were closed in concentration. Her body was now shiny, beaded with sweat. He dove back into her. "AAAAHhhhh," she cried out. He licked her pussy lips and sucked them into his mouth "Ohhhhh, OOOOO," she said. She was almost there he knew. With fervor, he dove deeper into her and with fury he tongue-probed, licked, kissed, and sucked her pussy. From her came an "AH...AHH...AHHH" and then a hard "UNNNNNNHHH" and she collapsed down and gasped for breath. She couldn't believe what she had just experienced. It was fantastic. She could just feel this...this energy building inside her and then suddenly, POW!, it explodes in every part of her body. What a great thing Jack had done to her. She wanted to experience it again. "Do it again!" She tried to sound commanding and then said "Please?" "I'd love to eat your pussy again, my young and horny lady," he said, out of breath himself. His face was covered with her juices. "Unfortunately, we don't have time tonight. I really enjoyed it too, so I will definitely eat you out again." "Okay," she said sadly. Sometime he was too much like a sensible parent. He grabbed the "honor towel" and began to wipe her pussy off. She suddenly realized how wet she was down there. She must have leaked a whole lot. But she did enjoy it very much, so she was glad she had honored him so greatly. He had done such a wonderful thing to her by "eating her pussy". The towel became wet fast and she reached her hand down and pushed the towel in wet areas she knew he missed. "You greatly honored me by releasing your pussy juices when you came. This is pussy cum. I would like to now honor you with my cum. I'm going to show you the way I cum when I'm alone. In the future, I'll show you how you can make me cum. Why don't you lay back on the carpet? That way you will get a good view." She discovered that her legs were still spread wide apart. She began to close them and found she was a little stiff and she felt mildly sore around her pussy. She gingerly stood up and then laid down on the carpet. He got down on his knees on her left side near her tits. She looked up at his long erect cock. She saw him wrap his hand around his cock like a loosely clenched fist. He began to slowly move it up and down the length of his cock. She saw the head pop out when he stroked inward to his body. He began to breathe hard and grunt sounds sometimes. He now moved his hand fast on his cock. "Unnhhh!" she heard him groan. He pushed his cock downward and suddenly it shot his cock juices...his cum...on to her tits. First, a hard small shot landed on her right tit and then a second and a third large quantity shot spewed out and landed between her tits. It was warm. She saw him deliberately aim his cock at her left tit as he came with smaller fourth and fifth shots. She saw his cock spasm a couple of more times, but cum just dribbled out. Wow, she thought. She was amazed how much juice..."cum", she told her self again...came out. She felt cum start to slowly run down her chest, some of it pooled in her bellybutton. When his hand let his cock go, it was smaller and floppy. "Quick, Amy!" he said, excited. "Rub the cum all over your tits," He sounded panicked to her and she hurriedly responded. "That's it! Get every part." When cum started to run off, she scooped it back up and covered her tits. She found it sticky and gooey to her touch. He looked down at her. Her tits and nipples were creamy white. She'd done a good job at covering herself. "On the news, a couple of months ago," he spoke, "I saw a story about how a guy's cum on a gal's tits help make them grow. You have to spread the cum over tits right away like within the first two minutes or it doesn't do any good." He hated to tell her such a stupid, stupid lie, but he really wanted her to let him cum on her. "Really?" she said, wide-mouthed with excitement. "I didn't believe it either," he replied. "But they talked to this 13 year old girl and I think it was a 15 year old too and how their tits had grown. The 13 year old tits weren't very big yet, but you could tell they had grown in just a few months. And the 15 year old had been doing it for 2 years and they were really big" He put his hands out as if he had a large pair of tits. "I'd like to have bigger tits." she said. "For you." "Why, thank you. That means a lot." he was genuinely touched by her statement. He hadn't expected her to say such a thing. She cared for him. He was her friend. "Well, we have to stop tonight. We'll make more happiness again soon." He noticed his cum was starting to dry on her body. "You'll want to shower soon after you get home. I'd let you shower here, but it might be suspicious for you to come home with wet hair. You know how parents are!" He knew his "parents" comment didn't make sense, but it appealed to her "rebellion" age that she was getting into. "Yeah," she replied, thinking she knew what he meant about parents. She started to rise up. "Here," he said, handing her shirt to her. "Just wear your shirt. Cum is harder to get out of your bra. You can leave your bra here and get it later, since you'd be seen carrying it when you go home. She nodded acceptance to what he said. She pulled her shirt on over her head. In places, her shirt stuck to her cummed body. Some cum trickled out of her bellybutton as she stood and provided a brief tickle. He waved a twenty dollar bill to get her attention and put it in her shoe to let her know where it was. She finished dressing. Her foot hid the money in her shoe. "Wednesday's my birthday!" she said cheerfully. "Oh really?" he replied a little warily. "Yeah, I'll be thirteen. How about I come over and you eat my pussy and cum on my tits again?" "Aren't you having a party or something?" "Yeah, but I'll come over before." "No, Amy," he shook his head. "But it's my birthday," she interrupted. "If you came over here on your birthday, some bad and stupid person is going to find out and tell us that what we are doing is wrong. You know that is true. Be with your parents and your friend on your birthday. You know, I'd like to be with you. But it would be suspicious if you weren't home. We'd be found out for sure. You'll have fun without me." He sounded a little scared to her. It brought back doubts in her mind on whether she should be doing things with him. "I thought we'd be able to get together during the week," he said. "It looks like we won't be able to until next Saturday. Sorry, Amy" "It's okay," she sighed. These full weeks between get togethers were too hard for her. She felt like crying. She felt like he was rejecting her. "Let me give you an idea what we'll do so you can be thinking about me." He reached his hand under her skirt and fingered her clit. His hand felt nice. "I'm going to eat this beautiful pussy again." She gave a half-hearted smile. It was still 8 days away! "And you're going to help me cum next time." He grabbed her left wrist and closed the hand around his cock. It throbbed to her touch and began to grow and harden in her hand. Her eyes grew huge at the sight. "Well, look what YOU did! Unfortunately, no time tonight." She stood there holding his cock. He pointed to the door. She still stood there. She was in a daze. He finally had to take her hand off his cock. "Next time," he said, and kissed her cheek. "Okay," she said, absentmindedly. Her thought were focused on his cock. He was still naked, so he stood behind the door as she left. "Remember to shower," he called out. He then headed to the shower himself When she got into her shower, she noticed how dried and crusty the cum already was on her tits and body. She washed thoroughly. She decide to try something new when she went to bed. Instead of wearing the big nightshirt, she slept in the nude. She had a very erotic dream. In it, she had big tits and Jack ate her pussy. In the morning, there was a small wet spot on her sheets. *** On Sunday, he jacked off twice. He filled each of her bra cups with his cum. If you could call them cups. On Monday, he did it again. On Tuesday, he thought he'd better stop and ran her bra through the wash three times. The bra came out cum-free. *** On Wednesday, as he pulled his car in, he saw Amy down the street. He remembered today was her birthday, but he didn't get her anything. He knew if he had, she would wear it proudly and then she'd have to try to explain where she got it to her parents. This was a dangerous time. His rewards were almost at the highest level, but the dangers were high too. He knew she loved him now. And she wanted to tell the world. He needed her to know that if their "love" was to continue, she needed to listen to him and not her own heart. She was walking his way. Maybe this was a good time to just talk. He walked into his place and waited and indeed she was came over to see him. "Come on in, Amy," he said, smiling, "But only for a few minutes." She sat on the sofa and he sat next to her. His arm came over her shoulder and he pulled her closer. He leaned over and gave her a deep kiss. She responded back in longing for him. "Can I stay?" she asked, hopeful. "Amy, you know you shouldn't." She drooped her head. "Amy?" She looked up. "I love you." "I love you, too!" She returned a weak smile. Her response was weak, but her words were important to him. "If you love me more than your parents, more than your friends, more than anyone, then you need to listen to me. We need to keep our love quiet for a long time. But for two people in love, a long time seems like a short time." He knew in reality, it was usually just the opposite. "One of the best ways we show our love for each other is to protect one another from harm. If you let someone know about us or did things that helped people discover us, I'd know you didn't truly love me because I'd be in pain because dumb and stupid people would beat me up for loving you. And I'd feel the biggest pain since I'd never see you again. Do you understand?" "Yes," she nodded. She was newly determined that no one would ever find out about them. He leaned over and kissed her again and they petted heavy for a few minutes. He placed his right hand on her shirt and rubbed her tit through it. His hand then went down to her pussy and he rubbed it through her pants. Her breathing soon became short, so he stopped. "Sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to get you hot before you had to leave." He stood and escorted her to the door with his arm around her waist. He handed her a small brown bag from a table by the door. She looked in and saw her bra. "Happy birthday, my beautiful thirteen year old.! I love you!" "Bye!" she said. She had a great time at her party. She received nice clothing and charms and bracelets which she was eager to wear for Jack. Overall, she didn't think too much about him that night. She just had fun with her girlfriends. When talk went to which boys they thought were cute, she kept her mouth closed. Even when asked directly, she just shrugged. That night, she had a dream that her mom found out and she locked her in her room and she never saw him again. She woke up and her heart ached. *** Saturday came and she was over at his place soon after breakfast. She decided not to wear a bra this time and liked seeing his surprise when she took her shirt off. They both quickly undressed and she laid back on the sofa and spread wide her legs. He got down between her legs and commenced eating. "Ohhhhh!" she moaned as his tongue slathered her pussy. He drove her wild for a few minutes and then backed off. He took his right index finger and slowly inserted into her passageway. She flinched when she felt his fingernail scrape her insides. He felt sorry for that. As much as a guy tried to be gentle, it wasn't uncommon to cause a little pain with fingers. He eased his finger in all the way and probed around. He didn't feel her hymen. He wasn't surprised. Most girls lose it naturally by just by being energetic or by inserting a tampon He pulled his finger out. It was slightly red. "You just finish your period?" he asked. "Yeah," she said, sounding disappointed. "I understand if you don't want to eat my pussy today." "I didn't say that." He dove his mouth down onto her clit and sucked and licked hard. Within minutes she was moaning hard "Oh, oh, oh!" Her back arched insanely. "UNNNNNHHHH!" she moaned as she came and collapsed down motionless. For a moment, he thought she had passed out and he worried. But she began to stir and smiled at him. "You make me feel so good. I love having my pussy eaten." "Is it better than Disneyland?" he asked. "Way better" "You rest a moment. I'm going to get a drink of water and then we'll try something new." He came back from the kitchen with a water bottle in his hand. She was sitting up wiping her pussy with the "honor towel". He placed the mostly full bottle on the rug next to her legs. "You ready?" he asked. "Sure!" she said enthusiastically. Oh, to have the unbounded energy of youth, he thought. "We need to switch positions." She stood up and he sat down on the sofa and opened his legs. His erect cock pointed out. She got down on her knees. This was her closest view of his cock yet. "Do you like popsicles?" he asked "Yes" "So you know how to lick it. Sometimes you take your tongue and lick up and down the sides of it. Sometimes you try to put it in your mouth as far as it will go. You let it rub on your lips. You suck on it. What you are going to do is "suck my cock". You take it into your mouth. You lick it. You kiss it. You suck on it. Hold it in your hands when you need to. Sucking my cock is going to make me feel so happy. Just try not to bite me please." "Okay." She scooted closer and tentatively took his cock into her left hand. His cock head had some juice on it that had leaked out of the hole. It was weird that both pee and cum came out of the same hole. He didn't smell like pee, so she lightly tasted the juice with her tongue. His cock twitched and she smiled and was encouraged that she caused that. She began to lick all over his cock head while holding it steady in her hand. She moved her head forward and took his cock into her mouth. "Mmmm," he moaned. She was starting off so good. Her hot little mouth was ecstasy. She pushed as much of his cock as she could into her mouth. Her wet hot tongue pressed against his cock and he loved it. She pulled back with her lips rubbing his cock. He moaned. She began to pull completely off his cock. He responded by placing his hands on the back of her head and he gently encouraged her mouth back down upon his cock. Without reservation, she took it back into her mouth, He kept his hands loosely behind her head and she just continued to go up and down on his cock. He had wanted to take it slow, but now he just wanted to cum. She learned that when she paused when she was all the way down and teased the side of his cock with her tongue, she drove him wild. As she sucked his cock, she heard his breath get faster and she liked how he moaned more and more, so she went down on him faster and faster. She never knew she had so much power. "Oh, yes, Amy! Take my cock. What a good cock-sucker, you are!" Those words in her ears made her happy. She must be doing it right! She heard him moan more and more. "Oh. Oh, Oh, Yes! Oh, Yes, Oh, Yes. You're so good. Yess! Your doing it. Oh, Yes. You're going to make me cum for you. Unhhh! Unhhh!" His cock was feeling even harder in her mouth. "YESSSSSSSSSSSS!" he yelled out and he pushed her mouth down hard and fully upon his cock. Suddenly, she felt his cock jerk in her mouth and a hard spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat. Before she had a chance to react to the first spurt, his cock jerked again and again and poured a large amount of cum into her mouth and some of it slowly began to trickle down her throat, but most of it was pooling in the back. She tried to pull her head backward, but he held her mouth tightly against his cock and it spasmed a few more times draining his cock of cum and adding to her mouthful. She felt like she was going to choke and that she couldn't breathe. She desperately swallowed a load as she tried to pull away from him. And then quickly swallowed another load and then she felt better as the amount of his cum reduced in her mouth. She felt a need to swallow one last time as more cum drained to her throat. When he had felt he was about to cum, he held her head down on his cock, so he could feel himself cum fully rammed into her mouth. He looked down at her face to watch her reactions. When his first shot went off, she started to look up at him. When his big load of his second shot which was quickly followed by his equally big load of his third shot dumped cum into her mouth, he saw her eyes become panicked and felt her try to pull away, but he held her tight on his cock. She grew more panicked as his cock expended itself with lesser cum shots, but it still added to the quantity in her mouth. She finally saw her swallow and then quickly swallow again and just a little bit later, she swallowed again. He finally released her head. She pulled away. His limp cock popped out of her mouth. She tried to stand, stumbled, and fell on her bottom. She panted hard. Her head was spinning. "Here," he said and handed her the water bottle. She took it and drank it down. She wanted to wash the stickiness out of her mouth. She drank nearly half the bottle. There was still some stickiness, but it was much better. "You are awesome, Amy. You did so good for being a first time cock-sucker. It's wonderful for me to think you'll just get better the more times you make me happy by sucking my cock." She wasn't sure she wanted to do it again. She was feeling afraid of him, betrayed. He recognized a change in her countenance to him. He needs to assuage her fears. "You're probably wondering why I held you and didn't let you move, aren't you?" he asked. In fact, that's what she was thinking. She nodded her head 'yes'. She didn't want to speak to him. "We had to do it this way first. You did it perfectly. You probably thought you were choking and couldn't breathe, but think about it. You were breathing through your nose." That seemed to make sense to her. "I needed you to swallow all my cum, so you would know you could do it. And Amy...I need to know that you truly care about me, that you really love me" She wasn't sure she still did at the moment. He continued. "I want you to like swallowing my cum. When you suck my cock in the future, I won't hold you like I did today." If there is a future, he wondered. "But right now, you already know you can take it all. You were scared and that's okay. Now you know there is nothing to be afraid of. That's why I held you. I'm sorry I scared you. But just a little bit because I know you are good. You know...you KNOW I would never hurt you, Amy. You know it's true, right?" "Yeah," she said, slowly bobbing her head. She felt foolish and sheepish. "So, will you be willing to suck my cock again, sometime?" he asked, hopefully. "Yeah." It wasn't so bad after all. Her recent "choking experience" already was fading in intensity in her memory. He felt relieved. Time to focus her mind elsewhere. "Guess what?" he said excitedly. "What?" "We can make each other happy this Tuesday! We don't have to wait a whole week again! Isn't that terrific?" "Yes!" she was very happy now and her faced showed it. He would eat her pussy again and she would get better at sucking his cock. "I can't wait!" "You can't wait?" he teased. "It's only three days. You've waited eight days before." "You know what I mean." "Yeah, I do. I can't wait to see you too." She went home with twenty dollars more. She used the money to buy popsicles so she could practice at home. She made sure no one ever saw her practice. *** Over the next three and a half months, Amy came over on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, though a couple of times Thursday was unavailable. They were able to make one up with a Friday. He ate her pussy and she would cum every time. Sometime she'd sit on his face when he ate her pussy. She sucked his cock when he was laying on his back, when he was standing, when he was sitting on her chest. She swallow all his cum and licked his cock clean after he told her he'd like that. She'd pretty much didn't mind the stickiness, messiness, or taste of his cum anymore and even thought she sort of liked the flavor now. He'd cum on her tits to "make them grow" at least once a week. They had grown some over the last four months. Of course, the cum had nothing to do with it. At least she had some true cleavage now. Just barely. She finally had some justification for wearing a bra. After a couple weeks, he had stopped paying for her. She didn't mind and figured she could ask him for money when she needed it. At the end of the time period, on a Tuesday, after they greatly enjoyed their "happiness" that evening, he spoke to her. "I have some things I have to take care of out of town. I'm going to be away until a week from Friday." Her face fell. "Yeah, I know, Amy. I'm sad too. But I'm going to make it extra special when I get back. I want you to spend the whole night here. Tell your parents, you are going to spend the night at a slumber party. They'll, of course, be nosy and want to know where you are going to be. Just tell them, there's a new girl at school named Anne and she's invited a lot of the girls over. You can give them my phone number and I'll pretend I'm Anne's dad if they call to check up on you. Can you do that?" "Yeah!" she said, excitement racing through her head. That sounded so fun. "Wonderful, I'll see you in a long week and a half at our "slumber party". I don't think there will he much sleeping though." He winked at her after his joke. She smiled big. She felt the anticipation would kill her. "And remember to put some clothes in a bag to make it look like your going to a slumber party. Not that you'll need to wear any of them." He winked again. She gave him a big passionate kiss. *** He didn't go out of town. He paced his house thinking about Amy and if he really wanted to take the next step forward. On a couple of nights, he woke up in a cold sweat. He dreamed about being in jail and he was the boyfriend to Bubba, the axe murderer. When he woke up the second time from the dream, his asshole was sore from clenching all night. Funny, how dreams can effect you physically. Amy told her parents the story. It worked perfectly. *** The long anticipated Friday. It was nearly 6 months since that first fateful day when she came over trying to make some money. He felt energetic and he felt confident which was more relevant. Amy arrived at 6:30 that evening with an overnight bag. She wore sweats and slip-on sandals and as soon as she came in she shed all her clothes by the door and gave him a giant kiss and squeezed his cock through his pants. "Are you ready to party or do you want to slumber?" he said, enticingly. "I'm ready to party!" she yelled. "Everything okay with your parents?" "Yeah, no big deal." He noticed a disdain in her voice for her parents. "Then let's party!" He ran into the living room and she chased after him, both laughing. He quickly spun around and caught her up in his arms. He carried her to the sofa and sat her down on it. He got down on his knees and spread her legs. He never tired of looking at her beautiful pussy no matter how many times he had seen it. When her pubes began to really come in, he talked to her about the beauty of the pussy and how it looked best shaven. She trusted him enough to let him shave her the first time and from then on she shaved in the bathtub. She locked the bathroom door when she shaved, like he suggested. Parents! He quickly shed his own clothes "I am sure hungry!" he said. He spread open her pussy lips "Woo-eee, what do we have here?" he said with a fake drawl. "My pussy." "It sure looks tasty," his drawl continued. "May I eat it?" "Yes." His tongue dove into her pussy and she fell into joyful bliss. "Yummy," he said in regular voice after a couple of minutes. She noticed he probed just inside her with his fingers more often this time and he used almost all tongue, with little sucking or kissing. He didn't play much with her clit this time either. But, of course, every time he ate her pussy was a little different and it always felt great. He kept checking how much sexual juice she released and he kept using his tongue to try to make her moister and moister. When she started to get close to cumming, he would slow down a little and let her sensations drop back down. He wanted her to last as long as possible so her cunt would get juicier and juicier. He brought her up and down in sensations several times. Her pussy looked about as sloppy as it was going to get. It was time. He brought his lips to her clit, rolled it around and then sucked on it. He continued to push her sensations higher until she was moaning and arching up. He abruptly stopped. He straightened up on his knees and took his cock in his hand. He placed his cock head in between her pussy lips. He adjusted his cock's line up to her hole and then slowly thrusted forward. Her pussy felt plenty juicy, but she was still so very tight. Sometimes, his cock barely moved forward into her pussy, but he never came to a full stop. As he heard it said somewhere, 'Retreat is not an option'. Something like that. Finally all six inches of his cock where inside her pussy. He looked up at her. He had been so enthralled in watching his cock enter her cunt, he hadn't noticed the small amount of liquid escaping the corners of her eyes. She was almost to the point of cumming when he stopped sucking her clit. She hadn't noticed when his cock was placed in between her pussy lips. She'd been focused on her cumming. But she did feel his cock enter her. She first thought it was his tongue and then two fingers in her haze, but it got too big inside her too fast. Her mind cleared and she saw him push his cock into her pussy. It was already part way in her. As he pushed his cock into her, she felt his cock spread the insides of her pussy wide. It was way bigger than her tampons. His cock became uncomfortable. As he went deeper and deeper inside her, she felt her pussy stretch like it had never had before. It hurt. She didn't want to yell out or cry. She trusted him, so there must be a good reason he's doing this. But some tears still escaped her eyes. Finally he stopped and she felt a fullness inside her that she'd never felt before. He was sorry he had caused her some pain. He hoped it would stop soon. But he wasn't going to pull out. They were solidly together. He stayed motionless to let her get used to the feel of his cock inside her. He hoped to have it inside her quite often over the next few months. His cock was so big and her insides throbbed in dull pain. She was glad he stopped moving. It would probably hurt when he pulled his cock out. She'd have to deal with that. For now she was glad. She got to rest. Neither one said a word for the next few minutes. Their breathing slowly synchronized. The pain began to subside and she began to "study" the feel of his cock inside her. It was long. It was hard. It seemed to fill her pussy perfectly as if she and Jack were made for each other. This idea made her happy. His cock twitched inside her and her brain felt like it exploded. The sensation had been so powerful. What new sensation was this? She felt him slowly started to turn his cock left and right inside her and she soaked in the feeling of his cock rubbing the insides of her pussy. This was fantastic! He knew she was okay when she started to react to his little cock movements inside her. She was ready to fuck. With his cock still rammed fully in her, he scooted their bodies so they were laying flat on the sofa. He was on top of her. Her legs were still split wide open only like a young 13-year old could. He felt even deeper inside her with him on top of her and she felt him slowly thrust his cock in and out of her pussy. His strokes gradually got longer and longer. Sometimes there was a little pain, but the good rubbing sensations almost immediately replaced it. He slowly pulled his cock just a little bit back and then he thrust back into her again. She was such a wonderful tight pussy. No matter how lubricated she was, he couldn't just go full thrust on her, yet As time passed as he continued to thrust, her pussy began to retain the diameter of his cock instead of reverting back to smallness. When he was able to thrust half of his cock in and out of her pussy, she surprised him by suddenly cumming. He rammed his cock back down deep into her pussy. He wanted to ride out her wave. Her powerful cumming almost made him come too. When he rammed his cock down, his body pressed hard against her clit and the feeling pushed her even higher into a new wave. Once her cumming subsided, he began to stroke inside her again. Her cumming loosened her pussy some and she released additional juices for more lubrication. She looked wiped out to him, but she was young and would be active again soon. He now full thrusted into her and she was alive and moaning. He was close to cumming and his thrusts were hard and fast. He was surprised he hadn't come already, considering how tight this pussy he fucked was. He pounded her cunt now. Probably too hard, but she was young. The sofa bounced and bounced with each hard thrust. If they were on the carpet, he'd most likely cause her pain. He felt the fullness in his cock and homed his cock fully deep into her pussy. His cock spasmed and his infertile cum shot into her and then his cock spewed the insides of her with his larger loads from second and third spasms. Finally his cock exhausted itself and laid limp and shorter, but still inside her pussy. She'd been rearoused when he starting to thrust his cock faster and faster inside her pussy. He would make her cum again so soon, by doing this. Eating my pussy was great, but this was way better. She found herself thrusting right with him. She could get used to this, She felt herself cumming closer and closer and suddenly he rammed his cock in hard and to the deepest yet inside her pussy. She ground her pussy and clit at him. She felt his cock jerk inside her and she came when she felt a quick hard blast of cum hit deep inside her where even his cock didn't reach. Then she felt herself filled with his warm cum and her head felt like it was swimming. Swimming in a pool of cum, perhaps She was underneath him and she could hear them both breath hard. She didn't mind his weight on her. And she didn't mind being essentially pinned underneath him. She just had the most incredible experience and it was all because of Jack. She hadn't been over an hour yet and it already was the best night of her life. Eventually, she felt a need to move and she pushed on his shoulders. He stirred and pushed himself up on his arms. Her eyes grew large as she felt his cock suddenly grow hard and long inside her pussy and she developed a big smile. She was ready. It looked like he was too. She was sad when he got up off of her and took his cock with him. "I want to fuck you from behind this time," he said. Fuck? she thought, briefly. Isn't that a bad word? Wasn't that the BADDEST of the bad word? He had her get on her knees facing the sofa and had her bend over with her belly and tits pressed again the cushions. He got on his knees behind her. He aligned his erect cock to enter her pussy from this new angle. It was a time like this that he was so glad his wife left him those many years ago because he had no sperm. For Amy, no one had ever talked to her about sex. She had no idea that there often are unwanted results from such activities. He nuzzled his cock in between her pussy lips. When she felt his cock touch her pussy, she pushed back to welcome his cock . With a strong firm push he eased forward and returned his cock into her pussy. The only discomfort was a little grunt from her when he was half way in. His mind reveled with the feelings of his cock inside her steamy, tight, juicy pussy. He stayed pushed deep inside her for a few minutes. He loved the feeling of being deep inside her. He didn't want to go straight into thrusting because he knew he'd come to fast. However, she kept squirming as she enjoyed the renewed feeling of his cock deep within her and so he couldn't help but begin to thrust into her. And it certainly didn't help to prolong cumming when she thrust back either! He thrusted deep, long strokes and she moaned in pleasure. He thrusted faster. He again pounded hard his cock into her pussy. Her body pushed forward on the sofa, but her pussy stayed since he held her hips tight in his hands. He could feel himself about to cum. "Oh, Amy! What a great woman you are!" he said purposefully for her to think about. She smiled deep inside when she heard his words. She was a woman to him. She was a woman now! "I want to fuck you every time you're over now," he said. She could easily agree to that. And since the brain is the primary sex organ, his words pushed her over the edge and she began her hardest cum ever and then immediately she felt her pussy filled again with his warm cum. When he heard her cumming, he came too. He collapsed backward. His cock falling out of her pussy with a sloshy sound. He stood up and pulled her up. As he stood behind her, he wrapped his arms around her tightly and held her tits in hands with his arms crisscrossed to get a tighter feel. Their sweaty bodies pressed together. They stood there for a few minutes, quiet, basking in the afterglow. "Let's clean up by showering together," he said. In the shower, he fucked her while holding her up with her arms and legs wrapped around him and with her pressed against the shower wall. She also gave him a fantastic cock-suck before they got out of the shower. They had a little snack to eat. Actual food. Then he got some sheets, blankets, and pillows and laid them on the floor. He didn't want her in his bed. He felt that once she was in his bed, she'd feel like she belonged with him and might come over too often and ruin everything for them. She had thought nothing of it. It hadn't occurred to her that it was odd that she had never been into his bedroom or that they didn't fuck on a comfortable bed. They laid down and she snuggled into his arms. She liked that protected feeling. She hoped they'd fuck again soon, but he fell asleep. She reflected on the evening and the joys she discovered and experienced for the first time and then fell asleep herself a half hour later. In the morning, she woke up to a tickling sensation in her pussy. She opened her eyes and saw that he had spread her legs wide and was licking her pussy. "Good morning, sleepy one" he said when he saw her awake. "Good morning." She reached down and pulled his head and tried to pull him forward. He helped her by crawling forward. She reached down when his cock was within reach and tried to insert it in her pussy. "Is this what you want for breakfast?" he asked. "I want to fuck you," came her reply. It sounded odd coming from someone her age. And from someone with a minimal understanding about sex. He pulled her legs upward and pushed her feet back toward her head. He moved over her. His arms loosely trapped her legs underneath them and enforced her bent position. Her pussy aimed toward the ceiling. He lowered his cock into her. His weight and gravity help push his cock quickly and fully deep down into her. She grimaced as her insides felt a little sore during his entry. He gently pushed down. Not thrust, but push. He wanted to spend some extended time inside her before he couldn't control his cock and felt compelled to pound inside her pussy. The only bad part of cumming is that it's over. Cumming was great and he wasn't knocking cumming. It's just sometimes all he wanted to do was have his cock stay inside her warm tight pussy and lay there and thrust and thrust and lay there more and thrust some more and not cum for hours. But that's not how life is. Eventually, even the gentle pushing give way to thrusting, and thrusting give way to---pounding. Once the fullness arrived in his cock, he held her tight and pounded his cock as deep into her pussy as he could. "Unnnhh," he cried, as his cock spilled its content into her pussy and his cum slid down into her. *** For the next 3 more months, they met regularly on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Every other Friday was a "slumber party". One evening her mom called, but since Amy was there and able to come to the phone right away, she never called again. They tried other positions, but mostly stuck with the first two, him on top of her of him behind her. It was not as good for her when she was on top. He came too fast for her. He wasn't convinced that was his entirely his fault. He liked to hold her tits, especially now that she started to get some, as she rode his cock. But he certainly didn't mind being on top of her or sticking his cock in her pussy from behind or blowing his load in her throat and watching her swallow it all. And she had no trouble reenergizing his cock for another fuck. *** Then one day, it all came to an end. It was nine months to the day from when she had first entered his place, sat topless for his view, and let him rub her tits. She came over and didn't undress or even let him kiss him. She'd met someone else. Amy started to see this 17 year old high school senior who she instinctively hid the knowledge of from her parents also. Who was this guy?, he thought What was this 17-year old thinking? He should no better than to date a 13 year old. He was too old for her. He took it hard, but not too hard. Two months ago, without Amy suspecting, he started to see Amy's friend Colleen, a skinny blonde twig, on every Wednesday. This twig had bumps though. Colleen's already had B-sized tits. He loved to fondle those bumps. He first ate her pussy out a couple of weeks ago and gave her a massive orgasm. She was coming over tomorrow. She was ready to learn to suck his cock. *** With Amy no longer in his action, he accelerated his timeline with Colleen. In two more weeks, he slathered up Colleen's pussy with his tongue, just like he had with Amy's pussy, and he stuck his cock into her pussy. Major emphasis on the word "stuck". She was a tight pussy and she cried for ten minutes when he forced his cock through her hymen. Her hymen was slightly thicker than typical, but the emphasis is "was". When he fully pushed his cock into twig girl's pussy, he found he was literally stuck in her. The arrowhead-shape of the cock helped push into her, but it prevented him from pulling back out without ripping his cock head off. With Colleen, he finally received his fantasy of having his cock stay a long time in a pussy. He could barely move his cock in her pussy, but nevertheless after thirty minutes stuck together, sensations built and built and Colleen came. All he could do is ride her body wave and hope it didn't hurt him. Even after, his cock was stuck in her as tight as ever. Twenty minutes later, she came again, and this time when her body rocked it set him off too and he filled her pussy with his cum. Colleen was too tight a pussy and his cock stayed stretched and could not exit, so he hardened back up in a short time. His cock stiffened inside her and she surfed back up the waves and twenty short minutes after the last cum, she came again. Once again, her cumming caused him to cum and add another load to her pussy. Inside her pussy, his cock was still long and it firmed again in five minutes within her tightness. He adjusted his body to get more comfortable and felt his cock slip. He soon discovered he could do long thrusts in and out of Colleen. She began to moan in pleasure like a banshee and her body shook as she received her most powerful cumming. A few minutes later, he came again. His load was empty after two recent fillings, but his pleasure was fulfilled. Colleen was more knowledgeable and wiser about life. She was concerned about pregnancy when Jack filled her pussy with his hot cum. She talked condoms to him. Jack had to actually show his medical documentation of his infertility to Colleen before they fucked again, though he thought he could have fooled her with any medical information. In contrast to Amy and maybe in carelessness, he let Colleen come over to fuck and suck as often as she could and he also decided to open up his bed to her. He was in love. *** Amy started fucking her new boyfriend within the first week of going out with him. She liked it much better with her new guy. Unfortunately, she was still ignorant of unwanted results and her boyfriend just liked to get between her legs. Even after her period went away for six months, she thought it was just a convenience since her boyfriend didn't like to fuck her when she was "on the rag" as he called it. But when she was 14 and would be a ninth grader in just two weeks, she and her mom went shopping for clothes. Mom had noticed her daughter had gained some weight, but Mom was a big woman herself. However, in the changing area of a department store, she recognized the distinctive shape of pregnancy. Mom hadn't even known she had a boyfriend. Things, of course, hit the fan. Amy told her parents "all I've been doing is fucking my boyfriend. It just makes us feel happy. What's wrong with feeling happy?" Needless to say, her parents didn't react well to that. She felt alone. She had pushed Jack out of her life, her boyfriend suddenly decided to go to college out of the area instead of locally, her best friend Colleen was too busy for her, and her parents didn't understand her. For Amy, it doesn't end so sad. She made the right choice by placing the baby for adoption. She wasn't ready to be a mother. She receives a picture of the baby girl once a month from the parents. She studied hard in school and her grades came back up after a two year slump. During the summer, she went to the mall and met a cute boy who just turned 15 year old. She'd turn 15 next month. She introduced him to "happiness". And condoms too. They were together all school year. Her parents never found out about him either. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+