Message-ID: <31645asstr$995991002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20010724145618.90402.qmail@web14302.mail.yahoo.com> From: Anon Sacto MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Subject: {ASSM} Xandra {Anoninsac} (Mf 1st con) Date: Tue, 24 Jul 2001 12:10:02 -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: gill-bates, newsman Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Author Anoninsac. Non-commercial re-posts to ASSM or similar venues are allowed provided copyright information remains on the re-posted story. Please do not delete the copyright information. No commercial reprints are authorized. The author feedback at anoninsac@nospam.yahoo.com, remove the nospam for e-mail address. Hey, I know you guys are reading this stuff. C'mon and let me her from you. Yeah, you. WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and women. No testing on animals was involved in the production of this story. Some of the participants in the story may be under the age of 18. If you live in a backward society, like the United States or Afghanistan, in which it is illegal for you to know about sex or read sexual materials immediately delete this from your computer and scourge yourself with a whip for having any sexual thoughts. If you are under the age of 18 please continue to pretend you don't know about sex and continue to get each other pregnant in increasing numbers so that we have more young single mothers raising children. Don't learn about safe sex or contraception as these are tools of the devil. Please do not masturbate while reading this story in public places as this can excite the authorities into rash conduct and result in grave consequences for you. Xandra I was walking home from Tower records one afternoon and was two doors from my house when I heard a loud yell. Just down the street I saw a young girl walking my way. She had short dark hair and a cute kind of a gymnast's body. She was walking with a determined stride. Behind her a middle-aged man was screaming at the top of his lungs. She walked on stonily ignoring him. As she got close she caught my eye. "Do you need help?" I asked. "No," she said wanly. "Mind your own business," the man screamed at me. I took a step toward him and he backed off. Obviously a coward as well as a bully. I looked at her again, "Are you sure you're ok?" "Yeah, I'm fine." And she set off again. I looked at the man. He could read the disgust in my face at his bullying behavior. He walked around me going well into the street to avoid me. He caught up with her a few houses down and resumed his yelling. A few seconds later they disappeared around the corner. What an ass I thought to myself and went inside. A week later I was sitting in my front room with the windows open enjoying the cool spring breeze when I heard a scream. I ran out front and saw the same girl sitting on the sidewalk in front of my house holding a hand to her face. The same man was standing over her. I ran out and shoved him out into the street. He started to come back so I raised my hands. He retreated. I bent down and saw the red mark on her face where he had slugged her. It was going to be a doozy of a shiner. I looked her over and saw that her other eye was already starting to bruise as well. She was crying. "Stand up," I said and I helped her stand. "Come inside." "No, I can't," she cried. "Yes you can. Come in," as I led her inside. Once inside I got a towel with some ice and had her lay down with the wet towel over her eyes. Once she was lying down I called 911 and told them that a crazy man was outside my house. They said they'd send a car by to talk with him. I didn't mention the girl. I probably should have but she was upset and it affected my thinking. I talked with her while she slowly calmed down. In a while she was able to talk coherently. Her name was Xandra, shortened from Alexandra. They had just moved from back east and didn't know anybody in town. Their neighbors didn't even know them. The idiot was her dad. Turned out this wasn't the first time he hit her. They had come over from Romania when she was a baby. Now I knew why she had reminded me of a gymnast. She looked just like that Romanian gymnast that had given me the hots. What was that girl's name? Before I could recall she went on to explain that her mom had died and since then her dad had started drinking and after she started to develop physically had started to accuse her of being a slut and then to hit her if she got home late from school. He had been drinking since early in the morning on this particular day. She wasn't allowed outside the house except to go to school. She had gotten fed up with his drunken yelling and left the house. That's why he slugged her. I was about to ask her a question when the mirror on the back wall shattered and I heard a loud bang. I threw her on the floor and ducked myself. What the FUCK? I yelled in my head. Then I heard a police siren. Two more shots. Then silence. I waited what seemed like an eternity. I heard numerous sirens getting closer and soon the entire street in front of my house was lit up by rotating lights. A knock on the door. I looked over the sofa and saw a police officer at the door. I answered the door. "Do you live here?" he asked. I nodded. "Do you know what the hell this is all about?" "I don't think so. What happened?" Well, the short version. Dad came back with his pistol. He took a shot at the house but his timing was off and he took that shot right as the cop car came around the corner. When he saw the car he pointed the gun at the cop. Bad idea, The cop pulled over and put two slugs through him. He was dead before he hit the ground. I told the cop I didn't know who the guy was. He just showed up yelling and screaming. I thought he was nuts and that's why I called. The cop finished asking me questions and left. The cop noticed Xandra and that she was upset. I'm sure he just figured she was upset by the shot. I know I was pretty skittish. When the cop left she threw herself in my arms sobbing hysterically. I held her for a while then put her down in the guest bedroom. Christ, what do I do now? I waited for Child Protective Services to show up and claim the girl. The cops had to find out he had a daughter. I waited till late that night. Xandra finally fell asleep in my guestroom. The next morning, still nothing. She woke up and came out. I fixed us some breakfast. "What are you going to do?" I asked. "I don't know. I don't have any relatives in this country and no friends. I don't want to live in an orphanage." She started to cry again. I held her until she stopped. "Can I stay here until I know?" I wasn't sure that was a good idea but I didn't have a better idea. I drove her over to their apartment. Apparently the cops hadn't traced the guy there yet. She cleaned out her few possessions, a couple drawers of clothes, schoolbooks and a few knick-knacks. It was a sad comment on her existence that everything fit in a large backpack she carried and a box that I carried. When she was done you couldn't tell she had ever lived there. We went back to my house. I started to wonder if the cops would ever trace her to the guy. I broached the subject with her and she went into hysterics at the idea of calling the cops. She begged me not to make her go. To shut her up I promised not to call the cops. She moved her stuff into the guestroom. I kept waiting for the shoe to drop. She didn't want to try to find out what they did with her dad afraid she'd be discovered and sent to an orphanage. She went to school and came home and hid in my house. I finally introduced her to the neighbors as my niece who had come to live with me because my brother had split from his wife and was traveling on the road too much. I read the papers and talked to the cops a few times as an interested bystander, I mean he had shot my mirror out. They let me know that they found out where he worked. Nobody liked him. He never talked to his coworkers and thought he had no family. The autopsy showed an alcohol blood level in excess of .2%. They found his apartment from his work records and looked there. We had missed them by less than an hour. He was just a loner who went nuts one day. As far as the cops were concerned the case was closed. The story made page 5 below the fold and that was it. My insurance covered the new mirror and the repairs. In some unreal way it was like the whole thing never happened. A mad man disappears and I have a girl living with me. That's how I wound up with a 16-year-old more or less daughter. When I was married I had hosted a couple exchange students, a girl from Sweden and one from Holland so I was used to suddenly having a teenage 'daughter' just show up. Xandra was moody for a month or two but having somebody treat her well was so new and so welcome she quickly left the trauma behind and blossomed. She made some friends at school now that she could hang out after school and because she was not worried that I would go ballistic because she had a friend. She told them the party line that I was her uncle but really like her dad. She seemed pretty normal except that she was not body conscious like most teen girls. Xandra didn't seem to mind skin and would walk in the bath when I was showering and started leaving the door open when she showered. Hey, skin is just skin so I never said anything. But it was how I noticed she didn't shave. I decided to mention it because I knew she grew up without a mother and her dad had been from backward Europe. "Xandra. I noticed you don't shave." "Yeah. I know most girls in gym do but I don't know why they do," she answered. "Well it is California," I said. "What's that got to do with it?" she asked. I paused, "Uh, well, California is known for having a lot of lesbians who don't shave." "Oh God," she gasped. "Do they think I'm a queer 'cuz I don't shave? Oh God no." She threw her hands over her face. "Xandra, please don't get so upset. If you're worried just start shaving." "I don't know how. Will you show me how?" I was startled. Damn, what to do now? Well, you accepted the responsibility boy. Now you got yourself into it. "Uh sure. I'll show you." "Will you show me now?" "Uh ok." What have I gotten myself into? "The girls shave under their arms and their legs right?" she asked. "Yeah, And some girls do a bikini shave too." "What," she looked confused. "A bikini shave so they can wear a bikini." I said kind of motioning where my leg met the body and ruefully smiling hoping she wouldn't ask more. She just looked at me and finally said, "Ok. You'll just have to show me that too." She looked at me and said, "C'mon. You said now." I stood and led her into the bath. She followed and when we were in the bath said, "I have to take off my clothes right?" "Do you have a bikini you could wear?" I responded hopefully. "That's dumb. I'd just get hair all over it." As she pulled her shirt over her head. The bra and pants followed quickly. Before I could really think about it she was in front of me sans clothes. Damn, she was beautiful. Pale olive skin, small well-formed breasts surmounted by small areolas with pronounced nipples. She had a bushy triangle of hair between her legs. I could feel my erection start. Oh no, I thought. Stop it you pervert. I was willing that erection away. Ever try to not think of a pink elephant? I was just about as successful. "Get in the bath," as I turned around to hide the growth in my pants. I pulled out a disposable razor and an electric trimmer. I fiddled around until my trouser snake subsided. I turned back to Xandra standing in the tub. "Raise your arms." She did and I used the trimmer to take off most of the hair. A quick wash and some soap on her pits and I used the disposable shaver to clean her off. Wash off the soap and "It's done. Just that easy." She looked in the mirror and admired my handiwork. "That feels funny. Ok, now my legs." She put one leg up on the side of the tub. It caused her legs to part and I got a good look between her legs. Instant erection. I dropped to my knees so that the rim of the tub hid the bulge. I soaped one calf and slowly shaved it clean. Running the razor over her skin was incredibly erotic. The feel of her soft skin after the hair was gone was electric. I started on her thigh doing the outside and around to the front. As I moved to the inside of her thigh she let her leg fall open so that even more of her pussy was visible. I tried not to look. Really I did. But there it was. I had to put my hand on her knee to hold her leg still. Her skin burned my palm. With one eye following the razor and one eye staring at the labia I was in a state. I was like one of those crazy lizards that have eyes that move in opposite directions. I felt like I was going crazy. I wanted to reach out and run my hands across her beautiful lips. I wanted to run my tongue between those lips. I knew I couldn't. She's only 16 my mind screamed. I concentrated on the shaving again. When I finished one leg she changed positions and put the other leg on the rim. I started at the ankle and moved up again. When I got to the thigh she let her leg fall open again. My heart was pounding and my cock hurt from being constrained in my pants. I knew I was going to jack off as soon as we were done. I had to. Finished. I looked up at her face. "Thank you for doing my legs," she smiled. "Now you have to do my bikini." She sat on the tub with her legs spread wide. I was staring right at her pussy. I could smell a soft aroma emanating from her. It was woman. The pheromones boosted my already energized libido like an electric current straight to the sex center of my brain. I reached up with the trimmer and my hand had a tremor. I had to use both hands to trim the hair from her bush. I trimmed her into a neat triangle and then thinned the whole bush so that she just had a neat tuft of hair. I trimmed the hair off her labia so they stood out. I looked up at her again and she handed me the wash cloth. "Please wash me off." I washed her off letting the cloth linger on her labia and then I felt my fingers part the two lips and start to wash down into her pussy. Xandra let her head fall back and a moan sounded deep in her throat. "Yes, do it like that." No, my mind screamed. I can't be doing this. I let the cloth drop from my hands. "Xandra, I can't..." She looked down at me. "Why not?" "Because you're sixteen." I started to move away when she wrapped her legs around me pulling me off balance. I fell forward and my face wound up in her crotch, her newly trimmed hair tickling my nose. I pulled back. "That was a sneaky trick." I pulled her legs from around me and sat back on the floor. "Xandra, do you know what you are asking?" "Do you think this was all by accident? Don't you know why I started to leave the door open while I showered? Do you really think I asked you to shave me without me knowing what could happen? I can't believe you are saying no. I was really hoping as soon as you said you would shave me that you would, well, do me. You can't say no now." She was right. I had known in the back of my mind that it could lead to this and I had secretly hoped it would. I smiled at her, "You're right. I suppose I was hoping it would lead somewhere when you asked me. But I still need to know that you really want me to continue." She looked into my eyes and said, "I want you to make me a woman. Teach me how. You are the best man I have ever known. You are a beautiful man. I want to give you everything." How could I say no to that? "One thing then. Promise that you will never tell anyone. I could get in big trouble." "I promise. It will just be one more of our secrets. I think we have bigger secrets. And if I told anyone this secret even bigger ones would come out. I have good reasons to keep our secrets." I rose up on my knees and kissed her, a long lingering kiss. I led her to my bedroom. Pulling her to the bed I had her lay down and quickly I pulled off my clothes. She lay in the middle of the bed her legs pulled up slightly looking very vulnerable. She had a look of concern as she realized that it was one thing to think about it, but here it was for real. She stared at my erect cock pointing at her. "It's big," was all she said. "Xandra sweetie, it won't hurt you. Touch it." She reached out and let her fingertips graze the head of my penis. It jumped at the first contact and she pulled her hand away. "Oh, it jumped." She looked up at me. "That's because it wanted you to touch it more. It felt good." Again she reached out and touched the tip of my cock. She ran her fingers over it and then down the underside. "Wrap your hand around it Xandra." She looked at me and then let her hand wrap around the girth of my rod. Her hand was so small that it barely made it all the way around. I moved my hips so that my cock slid into her hand. She looked surprised and then got the idea. She pumped her hand on my cock and I gave her pointers on technique; harder, softer, longer, slower until she was getting into it. I watched her hand on my cock. It was incredibly exciting. This sweet young girl was jacking me off. It was the first cock she had ever touched. I looked at her naked body and had to touch it. I had to kiss it. I moved up on the bed and lay next to her. I kissed her softly and she responded. Our passion mounted as we kissed. I let my hand run down until it was cupping her small tit. The whole thing fit into my hand. Her nipple hardened and I felt it poking my palm. I rubbed my hand over her nipple. Moving down I took her tit into my mouth. I was excited and wanted to jump her bones right now. But I knew that I had to go slow and make sure she was fully turned on before I took her cherry. It was difficult to concentrate on foreplay when all I wanted to do was be inside her. After playing with her tits for a while I cupped her mound with my hand. She was wet. I spread the wetness over her clit and took it between my thumb and finger. She moaned at the intense feeling. I suckled her nipples while playing with her clit. How would she taste? I kissed down across her stomach. She watched me curiously. "Are you going to kiss me down there?" she asked. "Yes. I'm going to lick and suck you." She watched fascinated as my mouth hovered over her pussy. I extended my tongue as her eyes widened and stabbed it down at her labia. She tasted wonderful. I lapped along her slit from the bottom to the top. As my tongue lapped her clit she let out a small moan and her head dropped back. I sucked her clit into my mouth and licked it as I sucked. I watched her face as the intense feelings of pleasure coursed through her body. I attacked her clit and labia sucking the whole thing into my mouth and massaging it with my lips. Her juices were flowing now. Do I make her cum with my mouth and then fuck her or do it now? Her hands grabbed the bed sheets and pulled her crotch against my pleasure generating mouth. I couldn't wait. I had to bury my rod in her virgin pussy. My mind screamed, I have to have her. I rose up and covered her body with mine. My cock poked at her entrance. I slid the tip around until it was coated with her lubricating juice. When it poked her clit she jumped. I slid my cock down until it was lined up with her never breached canal. As it parted her lips I felt her tense. "Relax," I said. "I'm nervous. I want it. But I'm scared," she said with a tremble in her voice. I looked down to where my cock touched her. God she was tiny. Her little gymnast's body was lying under mine. Her trimmed pussy left her unobscured and I could see the wetness of her pussy and my cock spreading her lips. The head was barely half way inside. "Xandra? Do you want me to do it?" "Yes. I want it." "Show me. Tell me." I reached down and started to finger her clit while gently rocking my hips. The new sensations pushed her back into her erotic state. "Hmm, yes. I like it. It feels so good. Please, do me. I want you to make me a woman." My cock dipped just a little deeper with each rock of my hips. The entire head was buried on the in strokes. I kept up the clit fingering and increased the depth of my cock thrusts. Soon I was meeting resistance. I made sure my cock was well lubricated. I increased the speed of my finger and as I felt her tremble from the sensation I let my cock burrow its way deep into her tight hot virgin cunt. She grunted as my cock tore past her maidenhead but that was it. My cock was buried to the hilt and I was mashing her clit. I moved my hips in small circles. "How does that feel?" I asked. "Oh God it's so big. It feels nice. It only stung for a second. It didn't really hurt. Ohh, that feels good what you are doing. Oh yes. We're doing it." She looked into my eyes and smiled. "I like it." "What," I asked? "Doing it." "Doing what," I asked? "Say it." She paused so I pulled almost all the way out. "No. Don't leave me." She grabbed my ass and tried to pull me back in. "What do you want me to do baby? Say it." She pulled some more but I resisted. Just the tip of my cock was inside her. "I want it. Please, fuck me," she begged. I plunged back in and started a gentle rhythm. "Oh God... fuck me... Uh, Uh, Uh," she moaned in time with the thrusts. Her pussy was marvelously tight. It felt like a velvet vice had hold of my cock. It squeezed my cock from tip to base on every stroke. Thank God she was juicing freely and was well lubricated or she would have stripped the skin off my cock the way her pussy was grabbing it. Damn, she is tight was all I could think. I had been fucking her for less than a minute and I could feel the cum start to boil in my balls. That familiar stirring which forebodes the explosion was building already. Damn, I want this to last so I started thinking about anything else. I slowed the pace of my strokes. I held my cock all the way in and made little circles with my hips to stimulate her clit while not stimulating my cock too much. I stopped and held completely still while she ground her pussy against me. In short, I tried all the tricks to last just a little longer. Every second I could stall the peak was another second of ecstasy. I looked down at her sweet young face and I remembered she was a virgin. This is the first cock she ever felt. Mine is the first to have split open her cunt lips. I'm going to be the first to blast sperm up inside her. The first, the first... As those thoughts filled my head I picked up the pace of my fucking. I wanted to fill her up. Her eyes were closed and she had wrapped her legs around my ass and was meeting me on every thrust. Her breathing was ragged and her mouth hung open. Her face glistened with a light sheen of wetness and I saw a flush start to cover her neck and chest. She was close to cumming. Xandra moaned deep in her throat and her hands ran across my back and grabbed my shoulders. Her fingers dub into the flesh and she screamed, "OH GOD." I felt her pussy spasm around my shaft. She moaned in time with those contractions, "Uhh, Uhh, Uhh." It was too much and I felt the first contraction as my cum sped down the shaft and blasted into her tight no longer virgin pussy. I was washing her pussy with cum for the first time. "Oh God," I yelled. "I'm cumming. Take it. Take my cum. Take it all." "Oh. I feel it. Oh Yes." Xandra moaned I pumped furiously as spasm after spasm wracked my balls. I lost count of the contractions as I kept cumming. My balls were empty and still I felt the spasms as I tried to give her every last drop of cum. As quickly as it started it stopped. My cock was buried in Xandra's pussy. I could feel our combined cum had been forced out of her tight pussy and was coating my balls and her ass. I pulled out as Xandra let out a little moan of disappointment as my cock left her empty. I looked down at my cum coated rod and I saw a smear of red along it as well. Her virginity had left its trace. I lay at her side and she snuggled into my arms. "Oh thank you. You made me a woman. No man has ever treated me like you do. Hold me" I held her against me and stroked her back. I felt her breathing change and become slower as she fell asleep. I reached over to turn out the light. I lay awake for awhile as I thought about this new state of affairs. I had a beautiful 16-year-old lover in my bed. And she was going to be here every night. I fell asleep dreaming about having her cute body all over me and all the sex we had yet to discover. Good night and beautiful dreams. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? 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