Message-ID: <29485asstr$985345802@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: NiteSweats@aol.com Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Original-Message-ID: Subject: {ASSM} T15 Young Love {Titmouse} (Mf,1st) Date: Fri, 23 Mar 2001 06:10:02 -0500 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: gill-bates, dennyw T15 Young Love {Titmouse} (Mf,1st) ---------------------------------- WARNING NOTICE: The following story is erotic fiction and includes descriptions of explicit sex. If you are a minor or if such things offend you, quit reading now. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Young Love by Titmouse (C)1997, All Rights Reserved "Mr. Mansfield?" Janice Cramer, a junior from my 5th period history class, is at the door of the classroom. She's one of my favorite students, both this year and last, when I taught sophomore history. "Yes, Janice?" I ask. "Could I talk to you for a minute?" "Sure," I say. "Come on in." Janice is a pretty girl, about 5'6", with a trim body, brown hair and green eyes. Today, she is wearing a form-fitting top that doesn't quite reach her short skirt, revealing a line of skin around her middle. Janice walks over to my desk and sits down in the chair at the side. She looks uncomfortable but determined. "Yes?" I prompt, when she doesn't speak for several moments. "Mr. Mansfield... I need some help." I push back in my chair and give her my full attention. I try to be available to my students, and Janice is worth helping. Plus, I like looking at her, especially her young, firm breasts, which ride high on her chest. They are not especially large, but large enough. The tight top she is wearing today certainly calls attention to them. I try not to ogle her too obviously. "Is something wrong?" I ask. "Well, I guess. I need to talk to someone." "You can talk to me," I assure her. "Will you promise not to tell anyone?" I think for a moment, then say "I can't say I'll promise without knowing what you're going to say. But I won't talk about what you tell me without your permission unless it's really important, and then I'll tell you what I think should be done and try to get you to agree." She thinks about that for a while. Then she sighs. "Well, what I need to talk to someone about is my boyfriend, Jimmy. He's sixteen, and... he's older and... well, he wants me to have sex with him." Several thoughts dance into my mind at the same time. I know this is an important subject to kids of this age. I know things have changed a lot since I was that age. I wonder why she's asking me instead of one of the women teachers. And the thought of some teenage boy groping those marvelous tits, or sliding a hand under that tight skirt to the treasures beneath it, or rolling on top of her and pushing his little teenage dick into her tight teenage pussy is highly erotic. I feel my own cock stir in my pants. "That's a tough one, for sure," I say. "The important thing at your age is not to be pressured into doing something you don't want. I know you've probably heard it a thousand times, but you're still young, and you've got lots of time to get around to sex. There's no hurry." "I know that," says Janice, glancing up at me. "I've been thinking about it a lot, lately. Jimmy and me... well, we've been getting pretty close, I guess. He wants me to, sure, and sometimes I want to, too." "Yes...?" "Well, in fact, I think I've decided to go ahead." My cock jolts into erection. This nubile girl, scarcely more than a child, is talking to me about having sex. I have no idea what to say. "Uhhh... Maybe you should think it over carefully," I say, stupidly. "I have thought about," Janice says. "It's not... it's not a question of whether..." "Do you really think Jimmy is mature enough?" "Well," she says, looking me in the eyes, "no. That's the problem." "I don't understand." "Jimmy's a great boyfriend, but, well, I think making love the first time is something really, really special. I want it to be right. And I don't think Jimmy is the right one, not for my first time." She is looking right at me. She sucks in a large breath and then sighs, which makes her teenage tits rise pertly and then settle back. "What I want," Janice says, "is for someone to teach me about making love. Somebody who knows what he's doing and can show me." I can't say anything. My mouth is open, but nothing will come out. "I mean, my boyfriend wants to bad enough, but he doesn't know anything. He's never done it either. And I want the first time to be good and right, not some clumsy fumbling foul-up in the backseat of a car." In a sudden flash, I begin to suspect where she's going with this. I try to stop her, to say no, but nothing comes out. "I've always thought you were a special person, Mr. Mansfield. You seem to remember what it's like to be our age. And when I started thinking about this, about wanting it to be right, that's when I started thinking that someone like you would be the right person to show me." Her eyes finally leave my face. She looks down at her hands. "Would you? Would you teach me? About love?" I am dumbstruck. As a teacher of high school girls, I have had fantasies before, but I never had any thought that they might really come true. I have daydreamed, and I have even masturbated over visions of sex with a couple of students, but I had never made and would never make a move toward realizing it. "Well, Janice," I say, clearing my throat, "this is hardly appropriate..." "Mr. Mansfield," Janice says, cutting me off, "I know all the things you're going to say. But I've thought it through, and this is what I really want. I've got it all figured out so we won't take any risk, and I'll never, never tell anyone." The long, awkward conversation that follows would take forever to relate, and it all goes for nothing. I try to sidetrack Janice, offering many reasons why it's a bad idea. I am scared, for one thing. Sex with a teenage girl -- a student -- would be certain ruin, maybe jail. But Janice counters everything I say. She has it all planned. She knows where we could go, and nobody would ever know. She's already taking birth control pills, so there's no danger. She is determined. If I won't do it, she'll find someone else. But she wants it to be me. She likes me and trusts me. Finally, I wear down. The truth is that my mind is screaming "No, no!" but my cock is begging "Yes, yes!" At last, hesitantly, I agree, and Janice rewards me with a huge grin. We make plans to meet at her uncle's cabin by Fisher Lake on Saturday. We arrive at the cabin by the lake in separate cars. I turn off the main highway, go down a side road about three miles, and take the gravel road back into a section where summer cottages are spread out at wide intervals. At her parents' cabin, I turn in, drive into the woods about 100 yards through several turns, and pull up in front. Janice's car is already there. We are completely hidden from the road. As I climb out of my car, Janice comes out onto the cabin's porch. She is wearing a t-shirt and tight, cut- off shorts. Her arms are wrapped around herself, hugging those precious tits. As I step up onto the porch, she comes close and, raising up on tiptoes, kisses my cheek. "I wasn't sure you'd come," Janice says. "Thank you." "Is there any point in trying to talk you out of this?" I ask, hoping she'll say no. "No," she says. "Let's go inside." The cabin is one large room, with a sofa and two chairs clustered near the fireplace on one wall, an open kitchen, and an alcove with a bed next to a door that presumably leads to the bathroom. The bedspread has been pulled off the bed and is lying, neatly folded, across a nearby chair. We stand awkwardly for a moment. I realize that the time for passivity has ended. If I am going to do this, if I am to show Janice what she wants to know, I must take charge. After all, I'm supposed to be the expert. "Come here," I say, holding out my arms. Her arms still folded under her breasts, Janice moves to me and into my arms. I wrap them around her and give her a reassuring hug. "How about a kiss?" She tilts her face up and offers her soft lips to me. I touch hers with mine, gently, savoring this first kiss. With my tongue, I trace along her lips, and Janice opens them to me. I slip my arm around her neck and pull her to me. I slide my tongue into her welcoming mouth; her tongue meets and plays with mine. Her arms relax to her sides, allowing her breasts to press against me. Then Janice throws her arms around my neck and kisses me back eagerly, openly. She presses against me, sucking my tongue, letting her entire body flow against mine. "Ummmmm," Janice says when we break the kiss, "you kiss good." "Thanks," I say, "but kissing takes two people. You kiss good, too. I don't think there's anything for me to teach you there." Janice slides her arms down from my neck and takes one of my hands in both of hers. Backing up, still facing me, she begins to pull me toward the alcove bedroom. "But there are other things I want to learn," she says. "Why don't we get started?" Janice walks me into the alcove and to the bed. She sits down and pulls me down alongside her. Turning her face up to me again, she invites another kiss, and I am happy to oblige. The kiss begins gently again but soon heats up. I push my tongue into Janice's mouth and she welcomes it eagerly. Then I pull my mouth away and nibble down her neck with lips and teeth to the sensitive area at the base of her neck, pulling her to me. Her slim body seems small in my arms, but her firm teenage titties press against my chest. We fall back slowly onto the bed. I raise up over her on one elbow and, looking into her eyes, slide my hand under the bottom of her t-shirt and slip up over her ribs to cup her breast. Janice presses up against my hand, pushing her tit against my palm. I squeeze and mold it. My thumb glides over the top of her tit, feeling the nipple respond through the material of her bra. I move my hand to her other breast and fondle it for a while. Then I pull my hand back to grasp the bottom of her t-shirt and push it up and over her tits. Her peach-colored bra is cut low, revealing the tops of Janice's breasts almost to the nipples. I kiss and suck on the tops and down into her cleavage, then run my tongue under the edge of the bra cups to tease her nipples. Moving from one to the other, I soon have both nipples erect. "Ummmm, that feels so nice," Janice says. "Boys are obsessed with girls' breasts, but they sure don't know how to treat 'em. They're always grabby, not gentle and sensitive like you are." "I'm obsessed, too," I say, "just a little more reverent." I work my tongue into one bra cup and capture a nipple, sucking it into my mouth. After a couple of long, strong pulls at the nipple, it goes from erect to almost hard, swelling in my mouth noticeably. "Would you like me to take my bra off?" Janice asks. That seems like a great idea to me. I pull back to give her room and help her strip off her t-shirt. Then I reach under her back, find the clasp, and quickly release it. Slipping the straps off her shoulder, I pull the bra away from her body, revealing her young teenage tits to my view. Although Janice is lying on her back, they are firm enough to flatten only a little from gravity, thrusting up from her chest in proud glory. "Oh, honey," I tell her, "you're just gorgeous. So pretty. Let me kiss them." And I do, sucking each nipple in turn, then opening my mouth and pulling as much of her firm tits into my mouth as possible. After playing with them to my heart's content (temporarily, at least), I move my kisses back up her neck and onto her sweet, responsive lips. We kiss passionately. I pull her against me. Then, wanting to feel her naked tits against me, I strip off my own t-shirt and press them against my own breast, flattening her tits against me, the nipples burning like hot pebbles on my chest. After several minutes of hot kisses, I slip a hand between Janice's knees and rest a palm on her thigh. Her response is to relax her legs, allowing her knees to drift apart. I move my hand down to her crotch by slow degrees and cup her pussy through her jeans. "Ohhhh," Janice moans softly. "Ummmm... yessss!" She moves her pelvis up against my hand, pressing her pussy to me. I press against her snatch, feeling the warmth and faint dampness. I push my fingers into her slot as best I can through her tight jean cutoffs. Janice moves a hand down to my waist, then slips it between us. Her fingers touch my erection through my pants, and it swells up in response. Janice cups it in her palm, slides up and down along my cock, then grips in her slim fingers. "Oh, honey," I say, "that's the spot. I like what you're doing." I hunch my hips, stroking myself against her clutching hand. "I guess guys like to be touched as much as girls," Janice says. "Jimmy wants me to touch him, but if I do it very much, he pushes my hand away. Says I'll make him shoot in his pants." "I can understand that," I say. "If you kept that up very long, I might cum in my pants, too." "Ooh, we don't want that, do we?" Janice says, smiling up at me. "But... what should I do about Jimmy? Should I take it out?" I don't see how that would keep Jimmy from cumming, although it might save his pants. But I very much like the idea of Janice taking my prick out of my pants and holding it in her hot little teenage hand. "Well," I tell her, "it depends. If you're going to make love, you're going to have to take it out sooner or later anyway. And if you're not going to make love, you can do other things that are a lot better than making him cum in his pants." Janice seems to like the idea of touching my naked cock as much as I do. At least she wastes no time in reaching for the button of my slacks. She fumbles with it awkwardly for a few moments until I reach down and help her release it. Janice grasps my zipper and tugs it down. Then she puts her warm, moist palm on my stomach and slides her hand under the elastic of my undershorts. My rampant cock is right there, sticking up along my stomach. She runs her hand down its length to the base, then moves up slightly and wraps her fingers around my prick. I moan in delight. "Ummmm, you seem to like that," Janice says. "Does that feel good?" She knows damn well it does, I'm sure. "Oh, yeah, baby, I like it a lot," I tell her. "That's right. Hold it like that, and move your hand up and down." She jacks me off inside my shorts for a while. My hand is cupping and pressing against her pussy. I'm eager to get my hand on her naked cunt, but I'd like to get her mouth on my cock even more. Janice pushes my shorts down, exposing my prick. She looks down as she wraps her fingers back around it and jacks up and down. "Uhhh... you said there are other things?..." Janice says. "Like what? The girls talk about... blowjobs... but I don't know what that really means. Does it mean... kissing you... down there?" "Yes, something like that," I say. "It's kissing and a lot more." Janice ponders that a moment. "Well... would you show me how? I want to learn to do it." "Sure, if you want to," I say. I pull my arm out from under her. "Here... Let me sit up." Our legs are still draped over the edge of the bed, so when I sit up, I'm back in my original position, sitting on the side of the bed. "Let me see," I say, thinking. "I think the best is for you to kneel on the floor between my legs." Janice sits up, too. Her torso is covered in a faint sheen of perspiration. Her firm tits jut out from her chest, the nipples still enlarged, pouting out from the tips of her breasts. As she slips down onto the floor, I raise up and shuck my pants down to my ankles, kick my loafers off, and drag both my pants and socks off my feet at the same time. I am completely naked, now. Janice still has on her shorts, but is otherwise bare. She kneels between my legs and grasps my cock again in her right hand, stroking up and down on my hard-on. She looks up at me. "I... I don't know what to do," Janice says. "Tell me." I lean back on my hands. "You take it in your mouth," I tell her. "You don't blow on it. It's more like sucking on it. You use your mouth like your hand, or like your pussy. Slide up and down on it with your mouth, using your lips to hold it." Tentatively, Janice moves her lips toward my rampant hard-on. She licks her lips and opens her mouth. I feel her warm breath as she lowers her head and then the feathery touch of her soft lips on the end of my tool. Slowly, the pretty, brown-haired teenager takes the head of my cock into her mouth. "That's right," I tell her. "Now, suck on the end of it." I feel the suction of her mouth as her cheeks hollow. "Use your tongue," I say. "Move it back and forth and rub the underside of my prick. It's real sensitive there, just like your clit." Experimentally, Janice slides her tongue from side to side under the head of my dick. Then she does it the other way, extending and retracting her tongue to rub up and down along the length of it. "That's very nice, Janice," I tell her. "That feels good. Now, take a little more into your mouth. But watch your teeth. Don't let them touch me. Use your lips to cushion them." She moves her head forward a little, sliding her lips down my cock. They grip the diameter of my prick like a soft, constricting band moving down the shaft. The head slides along her tongue. "Go farther," I say. "You can take more. With more practice, you should be able to take it all, or almost all." Janice presses forward a little more. I feel the tip nudge the back of her mouth. Suddenly, she gags, draws back and pulls her mouth off of me. "That's okay," I tell her. "You'll get used to the feel. Wrap your hand around me, just in front of your lips, and use it to control how deep I go. Janice takes my prick in her right hand and uses it to guide my cock back into her mouth. She holds her lips tight and pushes her head down over my dick, allowing the gradually increasing girth to push her mouth open. I slide into her innocent, teenage face. Her hand slips down my cock in front of her lips, gripping me firmly but sliding in the slickness of her previous effort. I touch the front of her throat again, but she doesn't gag this time. She moves her head in a small circle and my prick rolls around in her mouth. Then she pulls back, sliding up my cock again until just the head is still in her. "That's right, baby," I say. "You want your hands and mouth to work together. Your hand should grip me like a tight pussy, sliding up and down. Your mouth adds to it, something special no pussy can do. Work on the head when it slides in, like you did before. Twist your head from side to side, and turn your hand on it, back and forth." Janice keeps working on my prick, trying to do as I tell her. She's awkward at first but grows better at it with practice as she continues to mouth my stiff dick. She slides her mouth and hand up and down it, twisting her hand around each time she pushes forward to take it in her. Watching this 17-year-old suck on my cock is one of the sexiest things that has ever happened to me. "That feels very good, Janice," I tell her. "It's not just the way it feels, though, it's the way it looks, too. You look very sexy. It's a real turn-on to see my cock sliding into your mouth, to see your hand on my prick and feel it sliding up and down. Does it turn you on? Do you like the feel of my cock in your mouth?" Janice looks up at me and smiles around the tube of man-meat she is sucking on. She slips me out of her mouth but keeps her hand on me, jacking up and down on my prick. "Yes," she says, "it really does turn me on. Look at my nipples-- they're hard as rocks. I can feel them tingle. And my... my pussy,too. It keeps twitching inside-- kind of like your... your cock does when it's in my mouth. It make me feel-- I don't know-- like powerful or something. I can tell you like what I'm doing to you. I can tell I'm turning you on, making you sexy. I like that. And I like the feel of your cock in my mouth and the feel of it in my hand. It's like hard inside and soft outside, real soft and smooth." I reach down to her pert, young tits and cup one in each hand. Her taut nipple press against my palms. I squeeze them firmly, then pinch her nipples and pull on them. Janice closes her eyes and rocks her shoulders back and forth. Then she opens her eyes and guides my cock up to her mouth. Instead of taking it in, though, she holds it up straight and licks at the underside. "Oh, yes, you little honey," I tell her. "That feels good. Suck me again." She slides her mouth over my prick and pushes her head down onto it. "Oh, yes," I say. "That's very nice." Janice continues to give my cock a good working over. Clamping her lips around me, she rocks her head back and forth, sliding her lips along my prick. I start pushing my hips up to meet her downstrokes, then pulling back slightly to drag my cock out of her mouth through her clutching fingers and sucking, licking mouth. "Are you getting real turned-on, Mr. Mansfield?" she asks. "Would you cum if I keep doing this?" I smile at her weakly. "Oh, yes," I say. "I could definitely cum if you keep doing that. Do you want me to?" Janice cocks her head as she considers. Almost absent-mindedly, she continues to move her hand up and down my prick. "I don't know," she says. "If you do, does that mean you won't be able to... You know what I mean. You know what I really want. If you cum in my mouth, will we still be able to do that?" "Well," I say, "I wouldn't be able to do it again right away, but we've got lots of time. I'm sure we'd find something to do in the meantime until I'm ready again." Janice leans down and kisses the head of my cock. "Well," she says, "I'm really tempted. I mean, I've never seen a guy cum before. Except for the time Jimmy did it in his pants. But if I make you cum, what happens... I mean, what about... you know." I reach down and stroke her hair, then move my hand down to caress a tit. "Well," I say, "you know what's going to happen then. When you make me cum, I'm going to shoot my seed out of the end of my cock. What you do then is up to you. Some women don't like it. They may put a hand over the end to catch it, or just move away and let it shoot out. But the best thing for me is for you to take it in your mouth." "Ewww," says Janice, wrinkling her nose. "What does it taste like?" "Oh, creamy, stringy, and a little salty," I tell her. "You may not like it at first, but most women get to like it. Most of them just swallow it down. Some spit it out afterward. Swallowing it is real sexy, though, for both of us. It's like you make me cum harder by keeping on while I'm shooting, and if you swallow it while it's happening, it's like I'm shooting it right into you and you're taking everything I've got to give." "Is that what I should do with Jimmy?" Janice asks. "If you want to do it the best way, yes," I tell her. "A woman who drinks a man's cum is giving him the best she's got. I can't explain, really, but in some ways it's even more intimate than making love. You're not getting anything yourself, you see. You're doing it all for him, and making him cum as hard as you can. It's sure as hell sexy, I can tell you." "Then I guess I should learn," Janice says, after thinking it over for a moment. "I guess I want to make you cum in my mouth. Would you like me to?" "Yes," I say. "Yes, of course. I want to cum in your mouth, baby. Make me do it." Janice looks at me and moves her mouth back down to my prick. She licks the head and the underside, holding me in one hand and lapping her tongue up it like it was an ice cream cone. Then, raising up on her knees, she pushes her mouth down onto my cock and begins to give me a vigorous blowjob. She bobs up and down on it, licking and sucking. When she has me as deep in her mouth as she can take it, she twists her head from side to side while pressing her tongue up against my prick. Using her hand like an extension of her mouth, Janice slides her fingers up and down my pole, milking it, squeezing it in her hot, slippery grip. For an amateur, she has learned very quickly. It feels incredibly good. And I'm turned on by this young girl going to town on my cock, plunging up and down. Her firm, young tits bob up and down with the motion, her nipples standing out like hard buttons. My prick slides through her clutching fingers and into her young but eager mouth, which is stretched wide by the size of my tool. When she pulls back, her lips are pulled outward to drag along the stem, and her fingers rub along the sensitive area underneath. "Oh, that's really sexy," I say. "It feels really good, Janice. Yes, baby, that's right. Suck my cock, honey. Squeeze it. Yes... yesss. That feels so good. Oh, your mouth is so hot, baby. Go down on me. Suck my dick. Oh, yes." Janice is really going after me now, sucking hard on my cock and jacking up and down on the shaft. Her mouth is making little smacking sounds as she pulls on it. I can feel my cum start to build. "Yes, baby. That's so good," I tell her. "You're gonna make me cum, all right. Do you want it, baby? Do you want my cum? Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" For an answer, Janice increases her efforts, twisting her head back and forth on my cock, her hands flying up and down, her fingers gripping me tightly and twisting around on my prick. She's making little whimpering cries with the effort, urging me on, urging me to shoot my load into her tender, young mouth. "Oh, yes," I moan, the cum rising in me. "Yes, baby, I'm going to do it. Oh, god, baby. Yes. Yes, here it comes. Oh, oh, AHHHHH!" The cum boils out of me. I shoot one, two, three hard jets into Janice's eager, sucking teenage mouth, followed by several more weaker spurts. Janice hesitates briefly when the first shot of cum blasts into her. She almost chokes, but then she swallows and keeps on sucking and jerking on my cock, milking it with her fingers, urging me to shoot more of my cum into her welcoming mouth. She keeps on squeezing and sucking and swallowing until I am completely spent, drained, exhausted. "Oh, god, baby," I tell her, "that was so good. You really made me cum hard." Janice lifts her head off my cock and grins at me proudly. "Did you really like it?" she asks. "Was it good? Did I do it right?" "You did beautifully, honey," I say. "It was really sexy and wonderful. Did you like it?" "I wasn't too sure at first," Janice admits. "That first shot of cum, I guess I didn't know what to expect. But it felt so sexy to make you shoot like that, and there was more cumming, and so I just swallowed it and kept on and it wasn't bad at all, just a little strange at first." There's a dribble of cum that has escaped from her mouth and is running down her chin. I reach out and use a finger to wipe it up, then offer it to her mouth. Without hesitation, Janice opens her mouth and sucks my finger in, licking the cum off it. She works her tongue around inside her mouth, gathering up remnants, and swallows again. "It's kind of sticky," she says. "Yes," I say, "but you'll get used to it." "I think I already am," Janice says. "I liked the way it felt. I liked making you cum and making you shoot into my mouth." I pull her up to sit on the bed beside me. We hug and kiss for a while. I enjoy the feel of her firm, young tits against me. Our kisses grow increasingly passionate, and I lay Janice down on the bed, snuggling her close to me. My leg slips between hers, and I press it up against her pussy, still covered by her shorts. Janice presses back against me, rubbing her still-virgin cunt against my leg. After a bit of this, I pull my leg away so that I can unfasten her shorts and work the zipper down. Then I slide my hand over her slim stomach and into her panties. Her pussy hair is still somewhat sparse. My finger finds her slot and slides along the lips, which are slick and wet with her juice. Without trying to penetrate, I work my fingers between the lips and stroke her cunt, making sure that the base of my finger rubs up against her clit. Janice hugs me tightly, eyes closed. Her lips part, and her breath is rapid. When my finger strokes along her clit, she sucks in air through her teeth and moves her hips in response. Carefully, I slip the tip of my finger into the start of her fuck channel and work it around, then push in a little farther. Now, as I stroke Janice's cunt, my finger slides into her virgin pussy about an inch on each downstroke. But it's cramped inside her tight shorts and panties. I withdraw my hand and start working her shorts down over her hips and, after a moment, Janice helps me. She lifts her hips and we gradually get the shorts down onto her thighs. Then I push her panties down, too, and drag both down her legs and off her feet. Janice is trying bravely not to be shy. The teenager keeps her eyes closed except to look up at me once to see that I'm looking at her, not her pussy. She has pulled her legs together. I put my hand on her snatch and push between her thighs, beginning to stroke her again. Gradually, Janice relaxes, letting her thighs open to my hand. Before long, they're wide apart, giving me maximum access. I slide my finger up and down in her slot, push it back into her young pussy, and then move up to the top to stroke and roll her clit. She shudders with desire. "Well," I tell her after a while, "I think it's time for me to return the favor." Janice opens her eyes and looks at me uncertainly. "What do you mean," she asks. "I mean...Well, I don't..." "Relax," I say. "I'm going to kiss your pussy, just like you sucked me." "Uh...I don't know...I mean..." Janice stutters. "Is that...?" "Relax," I repeat. "I want to. I'm looking forward to it. Trust me on this. You'll like it, too." "Well...okay, I guess," she says hesitantly. "If you think..." "I think it's important for you to learn about," I say. "Believe me, this is something that men and women do in bed together. Technically, it's called cunnilingus. I want to show it to you." "But...Isn't it...dirty?" Janice asked. "Yes," I say, smiling, "but not the way you mean it. It's dirty as hell. Sexy as hell. But if you're clean enough to make love, and I'm pretty sure you took a bath to get ready today, you're clean enough for me to eat your pussy. And I'm not kidding when I say I'm looking forward to it." "Well, okay, I guess," Janice says, but I wasn't waiting. I encourage her to move up on the bed and then shift myself down toward the middle. She has pulled her legs together again. I kiss her knees, then push between them and start kissing and nibbling my way down her thighs. Janice can't figure out what to do with her hands. They flutter down toward her middle, instinctively wanting to cover herself from my view, then finally come to rest, one on her stomach, the other raised up on the bed near her head. As my kisses move down her thigh, my head pushes her legs apart, and her tender, young snatch comes into view. Her bush is light brown, like her hair, and trimmed up for summer into a small triangle. Below it lies her crimson pussy lips, glistening wetly with her juices and puffy with arousal. The top is gaping slightly open, revealing the small bud of her clitoris. I move my lips to her crotch, not kissing it directly but nibbling all around it on both sides where her legs join her torso, sucking and licking at the tender skin. When I feel Janice relax and begin to respond, I extend my tongue and, starting from the bottom of her pussy, lick upward between the lips, ending with a tongue-flick on her clit. I do that several times more. Her thighs relax and spread wide, allowing me full access. "Ummmmm," Janice moans faintly. "Oh, gee..." "Does that feel good, honey?" I ask. "Oh, yesssss," she hisses, "oh, golly. I never... realized... ooooh... it's... yes... it feels good... oooooh" I put my mouth down on the top of her cunt and probe more firmly with my tongue, flicking back and forth and then up and down and around on her clit. "Ohhhh," Janice groans, "ohhhhhhh. That's so... so... ummmmm... sexy. It makes me... ohhhhhhh... feel so horny... ohhhhh" Stiffening my tongue, I move my mouth downward and push it into her virgin pussy, working it around in the opening of her fuckhole as deeply as I can, then returning to lick and press her clit again. "Oooooh, Mr. Mansfield," Janice says. "I've never... felt... anything like this. Ummmmm... ummmmm... oooooooh... Yessssss... Lick it! Ooooooh, yesss." Janice can't seem to control her body. Her head whips back and forth, and her hips jerk and twitch in response to my probing, flicking tongue. I bury my face in the center of her pussy and thrust my tongue as deeply as possible into her cunt, using it like a cock to stroke in and out of her. In reply, Janice pushes herself up to meet my invading tongue. I put my hands on her thighs and spread her legs wide open. "Oh, jeez... oooooh," Janice whimpers. "That feels so goood! Oh, your tongue... Yes, stick it in me. Ooooh, yes. Don't stop. Lick me! Yes, right there!" I can feel her quivering and shuddering spasmodically. When I brush my tongue over her clit, Janice snaps her hips up to my face, jerking convulsively. I can tell she is getting close. "Oh... oh... oh..." Janice grunts. "Oh, honey, that's really... so good. Oh, don't stop. Oh, yes! It's making me... making me... cum. Oh, I'm... I'm gonna... yes... oh, my god... I'm cummmmmmming!" Suddenly, she's over the edge. Janice cries out as if she's in terrible pain and passion all at the same time. "Ahhhhhhhhhh, god! Yes! Ow! Oooooh! Oh, god! Ah! Ah! Ah! Jesus, yes! Ohhhhhhhh!" Her legs snap up to clamp around my ears. Her hands fly down onto the back of my head to press my face into her pussy. She presses her feet against the bed, straining, pushing her cunt up to my licking probing tongue. She freezes like that for a long, convulsing moment, then collapses back limply onto the bed. I give clit her a final lick, but it's too much. "Oh, no, please!" Janice begs. "No more. Please, stop." Knowing how sensitive she is right now, I obey, although I'm tempted to drive her crazy with more. Instead, I keep my face on her pussy, nuzzling gently, caressingly, while she tapers off. Janice lies there exhausted, moaning fainting and sighing. Finally, I pull back from between her legs and crawl up beside her. I hug her to me, and Janice wraps her arms and legs around me tightly. "Did you like that, baby?" I ask. "Oh, Mr. Mansfield," Janice sighs. "I never... I mean... I never felt anything like that." "You've cum before, though?" "Yes," she says, "but never like that. It's not the same when you... you know... use your fingers." "I know," I tell her. "That's why I wanted to do it for you." "But... do you like it?" Janice asks. "I mean... licking... a pussy?" "Yes," I say. "Just like you liked making me cum. It's real sexy when you do that to someone, make them lose control, make them cum real hard. It's like you said, it feels powerful. And it's also a real turn-on." "Really?" she asks. "Sure," I say. "Didn't you get turned on when you were doing me?" "Well, yes, but..." "Can't you feel me against you?" I ask, because my prick is hard again and pressing against her stomach as we lie entwined together. "Here," I say, taking her hand and moving it down to my cock. "Doesn't that feel like I'm turned on?" Janice grasps my prick eagerly and strokes it fervently. I love the feel of her sweaty little teenage hand on my cock. Her palm slides up and down along the growing length of it. "Yes," she says, "I guess you are. I guess, just because it's different from what you have, that doesn't make it... you know." "A pussy is a beautiful thing to a man," I tell her. "Just like you like cocks, especially because it's different, because it's a man's sex organ. Most men like to eat pussy, and I certainly do. And all men, I think, get a charge out of making a woman cum. Just like you enjoyed making me cum, didn't you." "Oh, yes," Janice says. "I guess I know what you mean. I didn't think your... cock... was, you know, ugly or anything. I think it's beautiful." "And I think your pussy is beautiful," I say, "and I loved making you cum by licking it, especially since this was your first time." We're both quiet a moment, thinking about first times. There's still a big first time to go. I let go of Janice and push up onto one hand. "Let me show you something else," I say, "and then it'll be time for us to make love." "What?" Janice asks. I turn my body around so that my head is toward her feet. "Have you ever heard of sixty-nine?" I ask. "Well..." she says, "I've heard of it, but I'm not exactly sure..." I smile. "I didn't think you would be," I say, "since you had never sucked a cock before, nor had your pussy licked. Sixty-nine is doing both at the same time. The name comes from the position, sort of like a six and a nine. Like this." I stretch out beside her and roll her toward me onto her side. Then I push against her top leg until she raises it, opening her crotch to me. I nudge my head between her thighs and lower my mouth onto her cunt. "Ooooh," Janice sighs. "Uh... I don't... I'm... ooooh..." She is stiff at first but then gradually relaxes as I begin to nibble gently at her clit with my lips. Extending my tongue, I lick her pussy, probing into her channel. Janice's legs slacken as I work on her, and she begins to respond slightly, moving her pelvis upward and spreading her legs wider to give me better access. I reach around her legs with both arms and use my hands to spread the lips of her pussy. Janice raises her head and looks down at where I'm working on her. My erect cock is nearby, sticking straight out from my body. She reaches across and takes it in her hand, squeezing it and stroking it. "Do you... do you want me to suck you?" she asks hesitantly. "Um-hmmm," I murmur into her pussy. I keep licking her. Janice shifts position slightly, ducking her shoulder into the bed and moving her face in toward my stiff prick. Her head grazes my thigh, and I open my legs, letting her rest her head on the lower one. She takes hold of me and bends my cock downward to point it directly at her mouth. I feel her lips on the head of my dick, then the wet, warm, sucking cavern of her mouth envelops the end. She pushes forward and slides her head down on it. My cock twitches and swells in her mouth. "Ummmm," Janice says, then "Yummm!" She throws an arm over my hips and presses her hand against my ass, using it to pull me into her mouth. The upward curve of my straining cock matches better with the inner curve of her mouth and throat in this position, and she takes me deeper than before. I want to jam my dick down her throat but restrain myself. Breathing through her nose, Janice presses forward, slowly taking more of me into the back reaches of her throat. She doesn't get it all, maybe two-thirds, but it's pretty deep for her inexperience. She pulls back and presses forward again, not getting much farther, but taking me as deep as she can. I hump my hips back and forth gently, fucking her mouth slowly, careful not to feed her more than she can handle. Meanwhile, I working on her pussy, clutching her slick lips with mine and pulling on them, sucking on her clit, probing into her cunt with my tongue. It doesn't take long to bring Janice back to a state of arousal. She's whimpering around my mouth- filling cock, sucking on it eagerly. She pushes her snatch up to me, wanting my tongue, seeking the thrill of it on her clit and in her pussy. When I flick her little nub firmly, she jumps and cries out, spreads her legs wider and presses her cunt up to meet my teasing, tickling, probing tongue. Reluctantly, I pull my face out of her crotch. I look down at where her clutching mouth is wrapped around my thrusting cock and slowly pull it away from her. "Now," I tell her, "I think maybe it's time for the main event." I turn around again and lie down next to her, sliding one arm under her neck. With my other hand, I stroke her pussy and probe her damp slit, sliding my finger into her love channel and occasionally moving it up to roll and caress her clit. Eyes wide, her expression solemn, this young teenager looks up at me. She knows the time has come. I lean down to kiss her, knowing she can smell and taste herself on my mouth. She kisses me back passionately, eager but not knowing what to do. "I'm ready to put my cock in your pussy, Janice," I say. "Are you ready? Do you still want me to?" "Oh, yes," she sighs, turning her face into my shoulder. "Oh, please. I want to do it so bad. I don't care if it's right or not. I want you to love me. Please." "Okay," I say. I slide between her legs. Janice looks down between her raised knees where my rampant erection juts out toward her body. "I'll be as gentle as possible, but this will probably hurt a little at first." "I know," Janice says, looking up at me. "I don't care. I want you to do it. I think I'll die if you don't. I'm ready. I want to get it over with. Please do it to me. Please, fuck me." Supporting myself on one arm, I reach down between us and grasp my manhood with the other hand. Lowering myself slowly, I touch her pussy lips with the head of my cock and slide it up and down in her notch, wetting the head with her fluids and locating the entrance to her cunt. Gradually, I press forward, setting my cock firmly in the channel. "Ummmm," Janice murmurs. She spreads her legs wide to give me better access. I push a little more and feel her virgin pussy resist my entry. "Unhgh," she grunts, as the tight tube of her cunt feels the pressure. "I've got to take your cherry, girl," I tell her. "It will hurt a little, but not much. Just relax and let me get into you." Janice takes a deep breath through her nose and lets it out, trying to relax. I push a little more, and the head of my cock pops into her pussy, breaking her maidenhead. "Ow!" cries Janice, as much in surprise as pain. I stop immediately, my dick about an inch into her cunt. She tightens her thighs against me, trying to keep me out, but I'm not trying to go deeper just yet. When she senses I'm not pressing forward, Janice begins to relax. "Was that it?" she asks. "Is there more? That didn't hurt very much." I kiss her forehead and then her lips. "That was it," I assure her. "That's all there is to it. You'll be a little sore afterward, maybe a little blood, but that's all." "Gee," Janice says, "I thought it would be worse. They way they talk about it..." "I know," I say. "They don't exactly want to encourage you to lose your virginity, you know." Janice smiles up at me. "If most girls knew how little it hurt, I doubt there'd be any virgins," she says, "at least not after about the sixth grade." She moves her hips slightly beneath me, testing tentatively to see if it hurts. "Ummm," she says, "it's a little tender. Are you all the way in me?" "No," I say, "look!" Janice raises her head, looking down between our bodies. My cock is just barely in her, and most of it remains outside. I back off slightly and push forward again, rocking my prick in the outer part of her cunt. "Oooooh," she says, "that's really sexy, to see you sticking in me like that and feel your cock in my pussy. It doesn't hurt much at all, just tingles now." "Then it's time to give you the rest of it," I tell Janice. "Watch me. Watch me put it all the way in." I help support her head so she doesn't have to strain to hold it up. She watches intently as I work my cock in and out, gradually increasing the pressure on the downstrokes and penetrating a little farther each time. "Oh, jeez," she says. "I can feel it going in me. It's pushing me open. I never felt anything like that. Oh, your cock is way up inside my pussy. I can see it going in. Oh, honey, yes, put it in me. Please, please. Don't stop. That's right. Yes, a little more. Oh my god. Oh, yes." Slowly, working in and out, I bury my cock into Janice's cunt. As I go deeper, she raises her legs, spreading them wide, letting me get all the way into her. I push forward and feel the final inch go in. My pelvis touches hers, then presses against it. I'm in her to the hilt. Janice clasps her legs around me, locking her heels and urging me deeper by pressing them against my butt. "Oh, Mr. Mansfield," Janice sighs, "that's so good. I can't believe how it feels. I can feel the head all the way up inside me. It's so deep! And, oh, it feels so good. Does it feel good to you?" There are no words adequate to describe how it feels. The last (and only) virgin pussy I was in was nearly 20 years ago, and I was too young and inexperienced to appreciate it then. This young teenager's tight pussy feels marvelous around my engorged, straining cock. It grips my dick tightly from base to tip. When it twitches, she squeezes me back, making it even tighter. When I pull back, it clings to my prick, letting it slide out only reluctantly, sucking at it. When I push back in, it yields slowly, spreading gradually before my penetrating member, opening little by little to the pressure of my intruding cock. "Yes, Janice," I assure her, "it feels good to me, too. Your pussy is so tight and clinging, it's wonderful. I like it with your legs around me, too. I've always liked that. And you can sort of fuck yourself that way, by pulling up. Try it." Gingerly, while I hold still for her, Janice tightens her legs and presses against my fanny with her heels, pulling herself up toward me and impaling herself on my cock. When she had it as deep as possible, her weight is off her hips, and she rolls them around, making my prick rotate inside her pussy. "Ooooh, yes," Janice says, "that's nice. You're right. It feels real sexy to do it to myself. Do you like that, too?" "Yes, honey," I tell her. "I think it's sexy, too. But so is this." And I press down on her, burying my cock all the way to the bottom of her cunt, then grind my hips, rubbing it around the inner walls. I slip my hands under her firm teenage ass and give Janice several tight hunches in that position, not really pulling out, just relaxing slightly, then pushing deep again, pulling her up to me, rubbing my cock against her clit. "Ummmm, that feels so good," she says. "I never dreamed it would feel this good. Your cock is sliding in and out of me, and it's like it belongs there... has always belonged there. Like my pussy has been waiting for a cock all these years without knowing it. Oh, fuck it into me, Mr. Mansfield. Feed it to me. Yes, like that. So good." I pork it to her a few more times, then I stop and wait for her to look up. "Would you like to try being on top?" I ask. Janice's eyes widen. "Ooooh," she says. "That sounds like fun." She pulls her legs down to the bed. I could just roll over, but the bed we are on is narrow, just a standard single bed. Reluctantly, I slowly withdraw my dick from her cunt. "Oh, no..." Janice cries in protest, but it is too late. I rise up on my knees. "Change places with me," I tell her. "Let me lie down, and you get on top." Eager to have me inside her again, Janice quickly shifts to one side of the bed and clambers up to her knees. Meanwhile, I lie down on my back and scoot to the center of the bed. Somewhat hesitantly, Janice straddles my thighs. "Come on, baby," I say. "Let me have that pussy again. Move up here." She shifts upward until her bush is brushing my balls. My slick, blood-streaked dick is standing straight up. "Now raise up and put me in you." Janice leans forward on one hand and raises up so that her pussy hovers above my cock. She waits there for me to do something. "No," I tell her. "You put it in. Take hold of my cock with your hand and guide it to your pussy." She does as I tell her. She is a little awkward but soon has the head of my dick lodged at the entrance to her cunt. "Now, sink down on it, honey. Fuck yourself on my cock." Slowly, Janice lowers herself. The angle is not quite right at first, so I only go in about an inch. She ships her hips, and I slide deeper up her fuck channel. "Oooooh, yes," she says. "Yes, that feels good. I'm fucking you, now." Janice takes it slowly, savoring the feel of my hard cock at it pushes into her pussy again. She works her way down onto me, pausing several times to ride up and down on my prick for a while, enjoying the way it feels at different depths. Gradually, she gets all of me up her tight young cunt. Janice looks down between us to where our hips join and watches as she draws her middle up, sliding most of me out of her pussy, then slowly presses forward and drops down onto my cock until our pelvises meet and press together. She lets her arms relax and drops her torso onto mine, pressing her firm, teenage breasts against my chest. "Oh, Mr. Mansfield," Janice says, "I love the feel of your cock in my pussy." She begins to ride me steadily, hunching up and down on my dick. "Am I doing it right? Do you like the way I'm fucking you?" "You're doing just fine, Janice," I say. "Fuck me hard, if you want. You're in control. Give me that pussy. Push it at me, honey." Janice begins humping her cunt down on me with more intensity, drawing back and then shoving her hips at me in sharp, hunching moves, driving my cock deeply up into her pussy. She does that many times, pausing occasionally to grind her clit around against my pubic mound at the bottom of her strokes. She slows after a while, but continues to rock up and down on me. She was growing increasingly passionate as she rode me, rubbing her tits against my chest, making little inarticulate cries, eagerly impaling her cunt on my straining spike. I thought she was going to cum, but now she has slowed down, letting herself cool down, postponing the orgasm that was rising in her. "My friend, Dotty..." Janice says, still panting, "she says she and her boyfriend do it... other ways. She says Rick sometimes puts it into her from behind." "Would you like to try that?" I ask. "I want to try everything," Janice tells me. "I want to do everything." "Well, climb off me then," I say. Janice pulls back, and my cock slips out of her tight pussy. She backs up, I crawl out from under her. I nudge her toward the head of the bed. "Kneel down and put your head on the pillow," I tell her. Janice huddles down as if I was still under her. I put my knees between her feet and move up closer. Her slim back is bent, showing the bones of her spine. Her firm butt is low to the bed. I place a hand under her fanny and lift up. "Raise up some," I tell her, "unless you want me to fuck your ass." Janice looks back at me, a surprised expression on her face. "Can you do that?" she asks. "Yes, and maybe sometime we'll try that, too," I say. "But right now, I want to get back inside your sweet pussy. So raise up." She rocks forward and pushes her ass in the air. I can see the tight, rosy pucker of her anus, and I am momentarily tempted to try it, but I don't have the patience right now for breaking in another cherry, especially one as difficult as a 17-year-old's asshole. Taking my cock in my hand, I bend it downward and slip it under her crotch. The shaft slides along her pussy. Janice wriggles around, rolling her hips. Placing a hand on her butt to steady her, I feel around with the head of my prick until I find the notch, then goose it forward. Both of us are still slick with fluids from her pussy, and it slides in easily. Pressing forward steadily, I bury my cock in her cunt from the rear. "Ooooh, yes," Janice says. "Let me have it, Mr. Mansfield. Give me your cock, sweetie. Put it in me all the way. That's it. Yes, like that. Oh, god, please, fuck me." I slide my cock in and out of her pussy, enjoying the feeling of her firm ass against my stomach. Taking hold of her hips, I pull Janice's butt back to me, rooting around in her cunt. Using my hands, I drag her back and forth, fucking her channel back onto my straining prick. I love this position, the way it feels and the way it looks. My nuts tighten immediately, and I know that I won't be able to do this very long without cumming. Janice spreads her knees out, giving me maximum access, and pushes her cunt back onto my cock. I slip one of my hands around her waist and find her pussy, using a finger to stroke her clit. "Do you like that, Janice?" I ask. "Do you like the feel of my prick coming into you from behind?" "Oh god, yes!" she cries. "Give it to me. Oh! Oh! Fuck me! Fuck my pussy from behind. Come on. Do it! That's good. Oh, it feels so good! Yes... yes... Ooooh, feel me. Play with my clit. That's it. Yes. Oh god, yes, yessss." I drive my cock into Janice from behind, smacking against her butt. Her tight, teenage cunt is twitching, clutching at me and milking my prick. Her torso presses against the bed, pushing her tits out on either side of her. Janice's eyes are closed, her mouth open. I'm fucking her hard and fast, really throwing it to her now. "Oh, baby," I say, "I'm not going to last much longer. It feels too good. Twist your butt, honey. Dance on my cock. That's right. That's the way to do it. Fuck me back. Give me your pussy." I keep using my finger to stroke her clit, and Janice is panting hard now, moaning each time I shove my cock up her pussy. "Ohhhh.... ohhhh... oh, god.... oh.... oh, yes, do it to me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Push it in. Ohhhh. Oh, you're gonna make me cum again. Play with me. Fuck me. Yessss. Yes, like that. Ohhhh... ohhhh... Oh, jeez... I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum... Just keep... ohhh... just keep doing that... Ahhhhh.... AHHHHHHH. OH GOD I'M CUMMMMING!" Janice bucks and twists on my cock, crying out as her orgasm hits. I was already close, and this is too much for me. I feel my own cum boil over, and I start spurting jets of cum into her tight, dancing cunt. "Arrrrrrrrgh!" I shout, "I'm cumming too! Oh, god, yes! Uhhh! Uhhh!" Grabbing her hips, I slam Janice back onto my cock several times in a row, jerking her to me and shoving my prick as deep as possible into her cunt while my jism spurts into her depths. Then, exhausted, I crumple forward onto her back. Janice's legs slide out from under her and she collapses flat onto the bed. I stay with her, keeping my cock in her pussy. We lay that way for a while, then I roll to the side and wrap my arms around her. Although my prick is starting to subside, it is still hard enough to keep it in her cunt. Janice pushes her ass back against my stomach to help me keep it in her, occasionally rotating her hips to work it around inside. Finally, we pull apart. Janice rolls over to face me, snuggling into my arms. She buries her head in the crook of my neck, nuzzling and kissing. I press her to me, enjoying her firm, young tits pressed against my chest. "Well," I tell Janice, "you got what you wanted. You're not a virgin anymore, and I think you're ready to make love to Jimmy." She raises up to kiss my cheek and then my lips. "Yes," Janice says. "Thank you. It couldn't have been better." She pauses for a while, kissing me. "But I don't know if I'm ready for Jimmy, just yet." I kiss her back, surprised. "Why not?" "Well, for one thing, I think Jimmy has some learning to do, too. I realize now how awkward he really is. And..." She doesn't say anything more for a moment. "And...?" I prompt. "And there are still some things you haven't shown me yet." "There's not much left," I say. "We did nearly everything." "Not... not in the back end," Janice says. "We didn't do that." "No, and we're not going to," I say. "I don't think I could get it up again if I had a dozen girls as pretty as you dancing around the room stark naked." "It doesn't have to be today," Janice says after a pause. "It could be... tomorrow." "Oh, god," I say, "What have I done? I've created a monster." Janice laughs. "Not a monster. Just a sex fiend. I waited a long time. Now I've got some catching up to do." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of 'Young Love' by Titmouse. Story 15 Author's Note: This story is the inverse of Story 2 (Learning the Ropes) in which a young man learns about sex from an older woman. In this case, a young woman learns about sex from an older man. I think both cases represent the best possible world. Of course, we wouldn't want dirty old men preying on young girls. It should be voluntary and based on a understanding that experience is worth something. Interested young women should write to the address below for an application form. --- This story, as long as it bears my pseudonym and copyright, is released to the public domain. 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