Message-ID: <46785asstr$1077415805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: Jeff Zephyr X-Original-Message-ID: <5cpf3057re2q4734b8b6pr3eos9ousfcv7@4ax.com> Reply-To: jeffzeph@hotmail.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sat, 21 Feb 2004 17:12:53 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} JZL11_11D: "You Can Get Pregnant From Doing That!" (mf oral rom, mg inc mast nosex) by Jeff Zephyr Lines: 575 Date: Sat, 21 Feb 2004 21:10:05 -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: dennyw, hecate JZL11_11D: "You Can Get Pregnant From Doing That!" JZL11_11: "You Can Get Pregnant From Doing That!" Usual disclaimer: This story involves sexual subject matter. If you aren't old enough to read this, go home! Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2003. Please don't distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition. Eleven, I get to actually experience this thing called sex. - by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2000-2003. JZL is my life story series. You can find out more about the entire series at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/jeffzephyr/www/jzlstories.html, and more of year 11 at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/jeffzephyr/www/jzleleven.html. JZL11_11: "You Can Get Pregnant From Doing That!" (mf mff oral rom, mb inc oral, mg inc solo nosex, mm mast) JZL11_11D: "You Can Get Pregnant From Doing That!" (mf oral rom, mg inc mast nosex) by Jeff Zephyr "You Can Get Pregnant From Doing That!" Tuesday: I still hadn't told Jack about what was going on. Nor did I talk with Cher about this last thing with Annie, even though I'd told her enough so she knew what was going on. Annie and I made love again, all naked. But despite Annie's plan to hop on me and fuck me, we didn't do that. Instead, I insisted on playing with her pussy and making her feel wonderful first, so she returned the pleasure on me. We spent a little time on nipples today, taking turns on kissing each other's just to play around. We didn't talk about marriage plans. Those were long term things. Once I knew that it was OK to think about it, and that Annie was happy with the idea, I was willing to let the thoughts sit for a while. We had ages until we had to worry about the details. I told Jack a little more about what was going on. But even still, I didn't let on yet that it was all real. I don't know why. It was fun to talk with him about sex. But that is all we did . . . Talk. He didn't ask for any closer contact, and I didn't offer or ask either. I wasn't sure why that was, but part of it was that I was - and probably he was - thinking only about girls. Wednesday: In school the next day, two shocking, annoying things happened. And even though I had to go along with them, I was definitely not totally happy about it. At lunch, Paul and Karen came over by us four - my wonderful lovers were hanging with me most days now - and talked for a while before hitting the big point. "It's our birthday party this weekend," Paul said. "I know that," I said. They'd already invited me over, along with a bunch of others. Annie had only been invited this last week, the rest of us knew about it for a while. Twelve years old is sort of a big deal, I guess. "Well," Paul said slowly, "I'd like to have you sleep over for it." I had stayed over one night with Paul before, but that was quite some time back. I'd been over by his house a few times too. We were good friends, but they lived fairly far away, though not that much farther than Sherry, and I didn't see the twins much outside of school. It didn't seem to be polite to say no, even though that meant that I couldn't get together with my girlfriends. I thought about saying no away, and waffled in my plans. My immediate answer was yes. But right after Paul and Karen went off, I told Sherry, "You know, if I do that I can't spend the weekend with you and Maureen." Sherry said, "Go ahead, the birthday party is important too, you know! We're going to the real party too, so we'll still see each other. Birthdays only come once a year, and you don't know when you'll get to do that again." "We could at least get together on Saturday," I said. "I can't make it Saturday, we're going somewhere, again. Sorry," Sherry answered. And that fixed that situation, because Maureen didn't want to get together with me alone, not yet. It was like we could only be together as a threesome, because that was how we always did it. I clung to some hope, though. After all, though spending the weekend with Paul would be fun, it couldn't compare with being with my girlfriends. Not just the sex, but that was pretty amazing too. This was also our sex education class day. I'd almost forgotten about it. After all, I knew a whole lot more about sex than the class would ever teach me, having done it and all that. The spring sex education class was still segregated, boys in one room, girls in another. This time, I paid a lot more attention to the technical details than before. I didn't really want to ask too many leading questions, so it was fortunate that the subject of actual sex acts came up at the end, and I posed a question about the safety of tasting sperm, and whether it could hurt a girl to do that. Well, the health teacher didn't spend much time on the subject, but did clear up that it was non-fattening and safe. A more important issue was the interaction of menstruation and pregnancy. The nature of the cycle, and the way that sex causes pregnancy. After school, we walked home like usual. But it wasn't like usual. Right as we left the playground, Maureen whispered in my ear, "We can't fuck anymore." "Why?" I said out loud. "Shhh," she said. "Don't say it out loud." "OK," I whispered back. Sherry and Annie were right around, but they let us carry on a whisper in the ear conversation alone. "You can get pregnant doing that." Well, I couldn't. But I knew what she meant, and the thought alone chilled me. We'd been doing it for a while, and I'd been certain that we were safe from that outcome. "It isn't safe." Well, whispering this sort of thing is hard to do. So instead, we huddled off by the street, all four of us, and talked very quietly. "Maureen thinks it isn't safe to, well, do stuff which might make her pregnant," I said out loud. "If you're going to say that PG word, why bother pretending with any of the rest?" Annie said, a little crossly. "We have to talk about it," Maureen said. "I know, I guess we do. Are you sure, like really sure? I don't want to stop doing it," I said. "I really like doing it too. Don't you know that? I like fingers and other things, but it isn't the same as doing it with you. But I asked that sex ed teacher, and she explained it." "Oh. I suppose she knows the real dope." "The facts, just the facts, ma'am," Maureen said. "No, really. A girl who has periods can get pregnant. I definitely have them, you know? And we were wrong about the counting the days time. Sherry and me, ours don't come the same time each month. I mean, they usually are close together, we both have it the same week, but sometimes it is longer between." Sherry said, "I guess that means that I shouldn't do it yet either, definitely not yet." "I guess not," I said. "What about Annie?" "I don't know, she hasn't had periods yet. I think that is OK then," Maureen said. "One thing for sure," Annie said. "We're too young to be getting pregnant." "Damn straight," I said. "Oh, that's what Annie's dad says, sorry." I didn't like this news. But not only did I have no good arguments against it, I was afraid myself of that sort of consequence. I mean, if one of the girls got pregnant, everyone would find out. It would be terrible for all of us. Maybe we'd figure out something. I knew about condoms, but had no idea about how to get them. Swiping a few from Dad was not a viable plan. He'd notice, and that would be the end, just as bad as if we didn't use one and... Nope. Not on my watch, as they say on cop shows or things like that. I wanted to rant a little, say how unfair it all was. But I said nothing. I believed Maureen, and while I was a tad upset that Sherry took this as a good excuse to delay doing it with me for who knew how long, I wasn't going to argue with science. I shivered, imaging Sherry being pregnant because of me. I didn't know just how she'd feel about it, but it certainly would not be good. Not good for us at all. Well, we all kissed and hugged again. I was a bit sad, thinking about not doing it with Maureen again. "Cheer up, we can do all the other nice stuff," Sherry said. She licked her lips, tongue swirling, and kissed me. A real, deep, long, breath-sucking wet kiss, which felt amazing. Her promise, I guess, that I wouldn't lack for enthusiastic oral sex from her either. Annie and I continued homeward. We missed the turn to the woods. We were just talking, about school and stuff. Like we were distracted, confused, not thinking about what we were really planning on doing. So we had to cut through a yard in order to bypass her house. Because one thing we didn't want to do was pass her house and get caught there. OK, that wouldn't be any trouble, not in the parent grounding bad stuff way. Just that Annie would be seen being out of school, not at the library or otherwise being justifiably delayed. Our game plan, to have an extra hour of unstructured time before getting home required that our parents not know what we were doing during that time. Eventually, maybe, one of them might see us walking. But since our dads worked later than when we got home anyway, that wasn't a big risk, and our moms were home waiting for the other kids. Annie shucked her clothes off quick, but slid her shoes back on again. She'd skipped underwear again, though she had worn it Tuesday. I didn't know why she put her shoes back on, but I did the same thing. We were again not quite talking as we got naked. I don't know what Annie was thinking, but she ran off and teased me, saying "Catch me and you can have me." "What do you mean?" "I heard that in a movie." She didn't run far. We zipped around the woods for a minute, not going near the outer areas. She was quick, though. I thought I was fast running, but though I was tall and long-legged, I couldn't spin around under branches and turn as fast as Annie on the trails. I didn't quite catch her. When we finally got back to our private spot she said, "I guess you can't have me." "I'm confused." "So am I. But since you were slow, is it OK if I catch you?" She ran to me, grabbed my dick, and pulled on it. It popped out hard in her hand, and she just knelt down fast and slurped it into her mouth. I spread my legs, leaned back against the tree. She liked doing this, and today I felt like going along and doing what she wanted. Part of me wondered why we hadn't fucked again. But I was a little worried about that too. Sure, it was probably just fine, safe doing it with Annie. But we had no one to ask, no way to check for sure. I'd trust her judgement on it. I wanted to do it again, and losing out on doing it with her would be a rotten deal. If we'd never done it, maybe I wouldn't mind so much. Certainly, the feel of her mouth, loving and tonguing my dick, now slurping on my balls yet again, was amazing. I was resigned to having just that from Maureen and Sherry, but then, I'd already decided that it was OK for Sherry to be like that with me even before today. Well, we'd soon grow up, get married and be together. Grown ups fucked all the time and I knew they didn't get pregnant every time. There were ways to work with this situation. Plus of course, we could have kids when we got to be adults. Standing up against the tree, I wasn't totally comfortable. I loved what Annie was doing for me, and it was really close to being perfect. I mean, I was getting close to coming. Only thing was, I figured that I'd lose control and fall, and every time I started slipping down the trunk, my orgasm would slip away. I looked down. Annie's hand was between her legs. She'd done that before when sucking on me but this time she was spread legged, sort of stretched out to the left, and I could see her hand touching her pussy. Pushing into it, even. "You look so beautiful doing that. Both touching me and yourself." She squeezed my dick with her fingers and sucked down really hard and fast. It was sort of like she was smiling, even though she had her mouth open around me. I held on hard to the tree, trying not to slide as I came. Standing upright, shooting into her mouth as she also rubbed herself too. I didn't see her come from it, I closed my eyes when I came, and left them closed for a long time. "Did you?" I hadn't asked that before. I wasn't sure it was polite to ask that but this time, it wasn't like I was asking if I'd done it right for her. "What time is it?" she asked me. Funny, I noticed how strange it was, she just didn't answer. Or even ask me what I meant. But I knew what that question meant. "The watch is in your clothes." "Oops. Oh, I wish we had more time." "I need to kiss you there a little," I said. I knew she knew where I meant. "OK, but just a little bit. I don't mind doing it more at home." "I don't either. I mean, you know, I do it. Do you mind that I do that, really?" It was funny. We could have sex, but hard a hard time saying the words about the act. "You can jack off whenever you want. I like the idea that you think of me when you do that." "I love it when you think of me when you do it." I kissed her on the lips, a long kiss and crushing naked hug. That meant I used up any chance at actually giving her a quickie orgasm. I kissed her pussy, while she stood up. I licked it, sucked it hard. But even though I tried hard to make it happen, we only had a couple minutes - real true time - and it didn't work. We got dressed, and kissed and hugged some more. "I wish we had more time. One thing that I love doing is kissing and hugging like this. I mean, for real," I said. "Just clothes on and holding and talking, I love doing that." "I love you too," she said. As she moved to leave, I said, "Tomorrow is your turn. I'll do this for you, like you did for me today. OK?" "I love that idea." When I got home, this all bothered me again. I didn't want it to but I was both looking forward to just being with Sherry and Maureen again, because we'd only had two naked days so far together, and I'd been anticipating a repeat of the totally wonderful lovemaking, including fucking Maureen again with Sherry helping out one or both of us. The birthday party meant that we wouldn't have a chance to talk it over, maybe work out some other arrangement. There were lots of options for other sorts of sex. But I wondered if there were other good ideas. When I arrived home, Auntie and Mom were both downstairs so I slipped into Auntie's room to peek at her books again. Cher came upstairs, but I recognized her walk. I did try to hide the books anyway, but I didn't get out of her (and Auntie's) room in time. "I was looking at those books again. I wanted to learn more things to make girls feel special," I said, when she noticed me in her room. I had to explain, and then we both looked at the books together. It had been a while since we'd done it together like that. Cher had a green dress on. Just the dress. I think she sat like that on purpose, spreading her legs out. But I didn't mind. The pictures in the books showed more detail, or at least about the same, as the real girl I was looking at. They were much more grown up, and that helped too. But it felt funny, and nice, to be back doing this sort of thing with her, so casually. Not sexual, even though we were studying about sex. Maybe I should have sent her off? But I found the view of her bare pussy irresistible. Or maybe it was just her presence as a girl? I mean, I was looking specifically for things which pleased girls. Some of the stuff with toys was interesting, because it was like what Maureen already did on her own. "A girl can stick things up there, inside her?" "You want to be careful. Maureen poked her hymen out. But she was already having her periods, bleeding there, so it didn't make a mess." "Did it hurt?" "Maureen acted like it didn't really hurt bad. I don't know, I guess it probably does. But it also felt nice. You know, how touching yourself can feel really nice." "I know." I didn't ask her, even with this opening, if she had an orgasm yet. Looking at her was fine, but I feared an invitation to touch her. It wasn't a big danger because I could just say no but I did like looking at her. She seemed to enjoy playing naked with me, and looking at me. While I didn't want to push that closeness farther, not when I had excellent girlfriends who were better for that, I didn't want to lose it yet either. We got to the massage book. I'd looked at it before. This time, I was willing to follow up with touching. After all, the massages weren't about sex. Cher didn't even have to strip, as I rubbed her legs, trying out different touches on them. All the way up her thighs, and then right past her pussy - I just brushed it lightly -unable to resist teasing her or something - as I stroked her abdomen. I smiled, and she smiled back and then laughed because my touches tickled her. I couldn't resist and went on tickling her. Her pussy rubbed against my arm several times, and while I didn't avoid it, I didn't aim for it either. "So, are you going to do things like that with your girlfriends?" "Tickling them?" "Nope. I mean, the touching and the other kissing things from the books?" "I'd like to do it." "Me too. I mean, when I get growed up like you. I mean, grown up more like you." "Who with?" "I don't know. My boyfriend. You think I'll have a nice boyfriend when I'm old like you?" "I'm not so old." "You know what I mean." "Sure, I'm sure that you will." "Thanks, that was fun," she said. It was quiet in the house, and that made me worry some. We probably weren't heard, and even if we were, giggling and tickling games were nothing strange. But I put the books up, and we went off to play outside. Cher didn't stick with me, which was probably just as well, given how horny I was feeling. I wandered across the railroad tracks, hoping that Annie might be out. We'd never got together later after school on purpose, not once. But it was easy enough for us to meet and play. It just required that we both be out, maybe in the park? Instead, I bumped into a bunch of other kids from school, and ended up playing with them. I had no good reason to refuse, and if I stuck around, maybe Annie would come by. She did. But it was late, almost dark. With everyone around, our friends, other kids, it felt very strange. We were like that at school, except that all the while I'd been playing, I was imagining being alone with Annie. Since we weren't alone, that was very awkward. I couldn't stop myself, I grew hard with arousal I didn't dare to let anyone realize that it was because of Annie. She was just my friend, like lots of other kids. We'd be teased, and maybe worse, if anyone realized why we were acting as we were. Both of us, because Annie was just standing by me, looking at me but not talking yet. I smiled and looked away from her. "I think I'll have to go home soon." "I know. I'll see you tomorrow, bye!" Annie said. Then she ran off, fast. I left, slower. I wasn't interested in talking, didn't want to draw attention to her. I wished it was OK for us to just go off together, to walk home together. Nobody seemed to notice us walking home. At least, no one ever said anything about it. But this was different. It was like we'd both gone out looking for each other, and I could imagine everyone realizing just why we'd done that. I certainly was there looking for Annie. We'd said so little, and yet, just seeing her that night was wonderful. I wished we could have kissed, hugged. Even just held hands. But I knew we dared not let everyone realize what was going on, that we really liked each other. Maybe if we weren't having sex, I could have let others know. But I feared for us. I wasn't sure that we could hide that part, not now. Not like with Sherry and Maureen who everyone just got used to being friends with me, nothing new or unusual. It was terrific being with her after school every day. But after being with Sherry and Maureen for a whole day, loving each other and talking so much, so deeply, I wished that I could have more with Annie. Like what I couldn't do with Maureen now. Like we hadn't done after school today. Oral sex was wonderful. It was pretty much all that Sherry and Maureen had been doing anyway, so it wasn't as though they were really missing out. I wondered, could it be that Maureen was doing that, saying no more to fucking, because Sherry wasn't? I hated myself briefly for thinking that. I was sure she was honest about her reason, and it made sense too. Still, I wanted one more time, for comparison. To see if it was really no big deal, not to do it again, as long as they kept on blowing me, sucking on me. `I wanted to do that with Annie,' I thought, realizing what had driven me to seek her out like this. Well, there was tomorrow for that. Except that I hadn't given her an orgasm, not like she did for me. Which was more important, satisfying my curiosity, learning whether fucking was not that special compared to wonderful dick sucking, or pleasing Annie, making her happy? The conclusion was obvious enough that it made me smile. I was still smiling when I got home, and still feeling that way as I went to bed. Maybe on Friday, I could have Annie do it with me twice, both ways? A science experiment, so to speak, to discover the answer to my burning question. -- Copyright by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph@hotmail.com) 2003. Please don't distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition. If you liked this story, want to put it in a free collection, want to tell me how I could write better, or just say hello, write to me at my hotmail address. 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