Anonymous - Diary of Her Sexual Awakening
Anonymous - Diary of Her Sexual Awakening
Anonymous - Diary of Her Sexual Awakening
TO BEGIN
Dear Diary,
To begin I'll start with the dream and how I woke up this
morning.
Joey sat on the bed, with his back to the door. Until a few
minutes ago he had been resting quite comfortably. He wiped the
sleep from his eyes and rose from the bed, strolling over to the
dresser and retrieved a clean set of shorts and headed off to
the bathroom.
I, being just one year younger, heard movement from inside his
room and rushed to gather my clothes together. As I crossed out
of my room, I was just in time to see the bathroom door ajar
and heard the water begin to flow from the shower. Damn, just
once I'd like to be able to beat him. Nothing I try to do has
ever phased him in the least. My brother must be the most
arrogant butthole in the universe.
Hearing his bedroom door close, I knew that he had left and now
could go in and take a shower. Upon entering the bathroom, I
turned and placed the catch that served as a lock on the inside
the door and stripped myself of my night shirt and panties. I
saw in the mirror how erect my nipple had become and they seemed
to be at least twice as large. I was really proud of the way my
body had matured over the last few months. My gaze fell to the
sink, where I had noticed Joey had been facing. I saw about
three splotches of gooey white stuff on the edge. Remembering
how his shaft had erupted, I reached down and for the first time
in my life touched semen. I noticed, almost in a scientific
manner, that it was indeed sticky, as some of the other more
experienced girls in my class had bragged to me. I could still
feel the heat from its moisture. Bringing my fingers up to my
face, I could actually smell the scent of him. Disappointed,
but curious, I couldn't bring herself to taste something found
in a bathroom. Rubbing the semen between my fingers, I imagined
two people having sex. I mean real sex. The man plunging deep
inside of the woman, bringing them both to new heights of
passion. I wondered what the explosion of it deep inside myself
would feel like. My other hand naturally found the cleft
between my legs and I began to slide my index finger gently
between the moist lips. With my other hand, I placed the sticky
material on my nipples and pinching them ever so slightly, felt
electric jolts throughout my body. I had never revealed
feelings such as those that were overbearing my body now. I
thrust my pelvis out as I tore at the sheets that confined me.
Dear Diary,
The book had been quite graphic in detail and seemed to bring a
warmth to my private areas. At first my knees bounced back and
forth causing my thighs to open and close, this movement had
always excited me before, but it wasn't quite enough for me any
more. I needed more sensation than the simple hint of
excitement it caused. I couldn't help but pull my panties to
the side and begin sliding my finger up and down my privates as
I read. As I got more into the story, I suddenly started to
feel my vagina muscles quiver. Scared, I quit touching myself,
but continued to read.
Dear Diary,
I can remember back when I was eight and Tommy, the boy next
door and I played "I'll show you mine if you show me yours..."
I can remember wondering why I had been born without a penis
like him. Now I am glad that I am a woman. We seem to have the
better deal. I remember touching Tommy's little echo of
manhood, and even at his early years, he had gotten a hard-on.
I think it scared him more than me, because he had pulled his
shorts up and went running from the shed. I have always
secretly desired to see what might have happened had I continued
playing with his privates.
Dear Diary,
Looking up at me, Dave just smiled . Now that I was spent and
my orgasm complete, I was coming down to reality. I knew that
he was awake and the hope that he would sleep through this was
shattered. Any other man would have never even come close to
waking up, but for my thrusts against him while I shuddered in
my orgasm had jolted him. Heck I could have probably straddled
him and rode him till he exploded deep inside of me and he
wouldn't have woke up, but in my excitement, I had shaken the
bed with my quivering body. Wow was this getting complicated.
Dave just raised one finger to his lips indicating for me to
shush, and asked if I might not want to use the bathroom and
take a shower. I just nodded my head yes and started to turn
away, when he asked to stop a second and talk. In a whisper, I
told him that he must hate me and be angry for the way that I
acted. Dave replied, "no, in fact I am anything but in hate
for you. What you have done is to fulfill the need of both
yourself and another person. There is nothing that is more
wonderful and beautiful in this world then two people showing
such closeness. In all your beauty and caring , how can one
hate? It is so much better to give than receive and you have
given me the sexual pleasure of your attention. What more could
a man pray for?" I cried that it had all been a mistake. I
promised to never do it again. He looked up at me and when our
eyes met, we knew that would be a lie. At that moment we cared
for each other more than just as friends. But we knew that we
could always go back to just being friends, should either one of
us decided we needed to. We would never loose the memory of the
closeness and open feelings they had, but I had to get him to
promise to never say anything to anyone. He laughed, "Who
could I tell?" "It would get me into more trouble than you.
Remember you are underage. In actuality you have me in your
power. I am yours to command... to a point. If humanly
possible I will do anything for you, just to have you remain."
Dear Diary,
It was rough trailing for two young ladies, yet Dave managed to
help us whenever we needed it and we soon were deep into the
woods. We came up on a wide area overlooking the river that
fed into the lake below. Hearing shouts and taunts, we went
farther around the bend and could see the entire river basin
from there.
Looking down, Stacey and I were both surprised
to see four guys about our own age skinny dipping in the river.
They were racing to the edge, jumping out and then diving back
in. I could see their small claims to manhood bouncing up and
down as they ran to and fro. Stacey just stared open mouthed.
I looked over at her and replied, "Hey you better close that
mouth or one of them boys might find something to fill it with."
Stacey just continued to stare for a few moments, and than
turned to me and said" Ha! It'd take all four of them to even
satisfy me, let alone you!" It was then Stacey remembered
her father was standing behind them. She corrected herself and
said, " I mean... like when I'm older..." Dave just chuckled
and said, "ain't if wonderful to be young. I'm going to go on
a little farther, you two can catch up in a second."
Sorry I had to pause for a while. Now that we are back home,
my brother is up to his old tricks of being a big brat. If only
he would grow up. God, it seemed boys never matured! He just
stormed into my room, without knocking or anything. At least I
was able to put you away before he realized what I was writing.
I will try to pick up where I was so rudely interrupted.
His chest was covered with hair and I ran my hands through them. He
put his arm around my waist and like a boy in a drive-in theater,
sneaked his hand against my small breasts. Dave said, "I want to be
open with you, I don't want to ever hurt you, so if you ever
feel uncomfortable, just say no and we'll stop." These were
the words that I so needed to hear. I knew that he would stop
if we got too far. Slowly my hand trailed down his chest. Dave
allowed me to do everything. I was in complete control. This
way I also knew I wouldn't have to worry about doing anything
that I did not want to. But, oh did my body want to. I could
already feel the moisture building up deep between my thighs in
anticipation of what might, no, would happen.
He watched me reach down and slowly untie the strings that held
his pants up. I slipped my hands inside his pants and
attempted to tug them down. Dave lifted up and allowed me to
pull them down exposing his briefs. His cock was already
straining to be free. Leaning over he pulled his pants the
rest of the way off. Then he turned to me, and said, "Now it's
my turn to please you...".
Dear Diary,
Dear Diary,
Dave came up for air and lay down besides me. My breathing was
still irregular. I knew now that the ultimate show of love was
to satisfy one's partner, and not ones self. As I caught my
breath, I stared down at the bulge in his shorts. Gosh it was
good, to know that we could have this much intimacy and still be
true to ourselves. Now that he had driven me to such etcasy, I
wanted so much to please him in return.
My tiny mouth could never get the entire amount in, so I cupped
my hand and slid it up and down its length, along with my mouth,
to give him the full sensation. I felt his cock quivering and
the pulsing indicating he would be cuming himself soon. I
plunged my mouth so deep on his cock that the crown went into
the back of my throat and I gagged as I tried to swallow and
continue giving him the best my inexperienced talents could.
As he brought his hips down and I felt his manhood slide away,
I knew that though it was difficult and scary to me , I wanted
to try that again, so I forced myself to swallow down as his
cock came jutting up. Relaxing my throat, I could feel his
penis get even harder and it engulfed my entire throat. I
swallowed deeply and this allowed me to relax and take more of
his cock deeper inside.
With just a few more strokes he began spewing forth his hot
white jism. Deep into my throat it trickled. Swallowing as
much as I possible could, I continued to suck every drop from
his manhood.
Dear Diary,
Here it is the next night, and I can still almost taste his
semen. It was not a dirty and gross experience as I had been
falsely led to believe. It is no more unnatural than breathing,
but I have to admit it is hard to breath while I was giving him
face.... ha ha...
It was hard for Dave to see his daughter talking to a boy that
had been running around naked just a few minutes ago. At least
the boy now had a pair of gym shorts on. Dave thought for a
minute and whispered to me to be quiet and they moved to the
edge of the clearing for a good view, yet so as not to intrude
on the young couple. Dave leaned over to me and said, "don't
worry, I have confidence in her. " "Besides, he might be Mr.
Right for her learn something about life with."
Dear Diary,
Stacey knew that she might not be the most popular girl in her
class. She never sat at her desk and let her legs dangle open
so a boy might glimpse her panties, like some of the other
classmates she had. She watched them running and playing in Gym
class. Their muscular bodies, sweating as they ran up and down
the length of the basketball court. If one of the boys fell
down, and she was watching closely, their shorts hang loose and
she could see the jock strap that tightly imprisoned their
manhood. Passing the boys shower room, she could hear the
taunts and jokes they yelled at each other. Could they be
ignoring her because of her inexperienced attitudes?
She could see the boy's intense stare at the girl pasted on the
centerfold. it was time that she realized that in order for her
to fit into this world, she would have to make adjustments and
start doing things with more of an adult attitude. Maybe girls
could be good little examples in public, but she had to learn
how to get them interested in her in private.
Thomas asked her where she was from and Stacey said that she
lived in the city about ten miles North of the forest. He then
sat besides her and noticed that her one tennis shoe was off.
She explained to him how she had twisted her ankle. It had been
a silly accident and for him to ignore it.
The sympathy that he felt toward her and her pain made him want
to help her in any way possible. He asked her if he might
massage the ankle to increase the circulation in it. With a
reply that his actions would be most grateful, he moved to her
feet and sat indian style. Placing her foot across his legs,
it dangled quite closely to the slight bulge in his gym shorts.
He began kneading her muscles in the calf of her leg and rubbing
it back and forth, the pain soon forgotten in the sensual care
that he took in his massage.
Dear Diary,
A fly had been swarming around and chose this time to alight on
Stacey's face, and she swatted at it. This caused her body to
move downward. If this was her intent, she never let on, yet
now the bottom of her foot now was just touching his crotch.
As he continued to massage her ankle, she could feel his back
and forth action caused her foot to rub up and down against his
manhood.
She could feel the bottom of her feet touch the shaft inside
his shorts and its beat with the pumping of his heart at the
touch of her. Stacey definitely wanted more. Her main concern
was that her father might be coming back up the trail at any
moment and catch her being with a boy, let alone the hope that
this would be more than a simple conversation. Stacey then
told Thomas that she thought she might be able to walk on it a
little. He helped her rise and she exaggerated the fact that
her foot was still sore and leaned on him for support.
Looking toward the trail that her father had taken, she asked
Tom if he might help her walk a little ways. Thomas was quick
to reply that he would. So she headed at an angle away from
the trail her father had used, yet still within hearing (little
to their knowledge, in sight) of her father.
He asked her if she wanted him to massage her again, and she
told him yes, and that he could do the foot also. He laughed
at that and said he'd be glad to oblige her in any of her needs.
With her legs still spread from lifting his foot, he reached
down and without hesitation, grabbed her shorts and tugged them
down from her waist. Removing the confining material that
seperated him from her, left her laying there clad only in her
tee-shirt and pale blue panties. He caught the waistband of
her silky undergarments and pulled them down, letting her mound
come into view. He removed her panties the rest of the way and
leaned over and placing his middle finger into the cleft of her
privates, began stroking her pussy lips up and down. She
corrected him in that he was pumping his finger to fast and to
go at a slower pace.
She was now soaking wet, the moisture of her lubricant allowing
his fingers to plunge deeper inside her. The smacking sounds
that his hand made against her mound, along with the fingers
sliding in and out, caused her to start her first orgasm. Her
muscles in her vagina contracted and she began to pummel her
fist up and down his rigid shaft. He thrust his hips in unison
with her fist and suddenly drew away. He asked her if she
trusted him. She said yes, but she was not ready for
intercourse, as she was saving herself. He told her to lie down
and place her legs together.
He then pulled her tee-shirt off and placed it under her back.
The he lay on top of her and told her that he promised there
would be no penetration inside of her. He slid his cock toward
her mound and the small triangle it formed and as the head of
his hard throbbing cock brushed trough her pubic hairs, she
jumped as if electrified.
He then slid down until his shaft was positioned over the Y
formed by her closed legs. Thrusting downward, his penis
separated her pussy lips and passed by the entrance to her womb,
continuing on between her legs, past her anus and touching the
grass below them. As he drew up for another plunge, a moan
escaped Stacey's throat and she began the longest, deepest,
orgasm she had ever felt develop. He had showed her a way to
have his shaft plunge its way pass her clitoris, giving her
intense pleasure and not penetrate! He thrusted repeatedly,
giving no mercy to her emotions.
Both knew that they would quite possibly never see each other
after today, but were content in the moment that they had shared
together. He promised he would write, as his finger was still
drawing little circles around her nipples. She said that she
would cherish each letter and keep them forever, as she played
with his now limp shaft. They explored each others bodies, as
if to memorize them forever.
Dear Diary,
Stacey's father and I had observed it all from our hiding place
above. Dave seemed almost in tears, and I asked him why he was
so sad. He said that he had just lost his little girl, and was
sad, yet was happy that she was now on her way to becoming a
women, which also made him proud.
Dave told me that he was also glad that Stacey had taken to
heart all the things he had taught her and she was still pure,
yet satisfied. He said that he knew the day would come when she
would begin following the path to becoming an adult, and was
glad that it had been with someone who was so tender and caring.
His greatest fear would have been that some male would have
just used her and then thrown her away like a rag doll. Now
she realizes that some men can be passionate and even hot
blooded hormoned boys can know there are many ways of expressing
love.
We watched the young couple get dressed and walk back toward
the clearing where her father had left from. I noticed that
Stacey was no longer limping, yet she was still holding tight to
Thomas. Dave looked at me and said, "Let's go for a walk, to
give them time to cool down and get themselves organized." He
took my hand and we wandered down the trail, towards the clear
blue lake.
I knew that even should we never touch each other again, that
the time we had shared teaching me, and exploring each others
most intimate fantasies, made life worth living. It was like
someone who had only seen paintings of flowers, to suddenly
reach out and touch one. The scent and texture of it
overwhelming. The beauty that nature blessed them with was such
a wonderful experience.
Dave and I came into view a few moments later and we walked
toward the couple sitting innocently in the clearing. The first
thing that I noticed was that Thomas's gym shorts were stained,
but I kept quiet about it. Which was good, because if Stacey
had looked closely, she would have seen the globs of semen still
glistening in my long flowing hair.
We sat around and finished the rest of the sandwiches and asked
Thomas if we might walk him back to his campsite. He replied
that it was only about two miles back up one of the trails and
it shouldn't take them long to get there. He said it was
boring, but they could come by for a visit if they wanted to.
Thomas struck out in the lead and Stacey was never more than a
few feet behind him. Dave and I held hands and followed a small
distance behind them. They never noticed us, or if they
did, they thought he was helping me through the rough sections
of the trail. Little did they know that our touching caused
small electric pulses to course through our bodies. His firm
grip that was so masculine and protective. Leading on down
through the trail, I again noticed what a perfect day we had
shared so far.
The trail that led back down to the car seemed to take only a
few moments, where as on the way up it had seemed like hours.
We sang silly little songs all the way back to the house.
Pulling onto the street where Dave and Stacey lived, I saw my
brother riding his bike at the far end. Dave tooted the horn on
the car and we pulled into their driveway.
I noticed the way that Stacey was now looking at Mark. She had
a glint in her eye and I could tell that she was mentally
undressing him. I mean, with the exception to the fact that he
was my brother, he wasn't half bad to look at. Mark cuts a
pretty good figure in his nike shorts and fishnet tee-shirt. If
a girl was going to look at a guys butt, I guess Marks buns
actually fit into a perfect nine out of ten scoring. From the
way that Stacey was looking at him ,she definitely was not
looking at his behind. Her gaze was directly at Marks crotch.
I had never noticed that Mark actually had a decent size bulge
in his shorts for his age. Being his sister, I knew he didn't
hide a rolled up pair of socks in his jockey strap to impress a
girl. I have often been by his room in the mornings and seen
his sheets pointed into a tent from his dream erections. I had
just never really thought about him as a male before. Entering
the house, we all started screaming who would be first in the
bathroom. Dave claimed he should go first, because women take
forever, I said I should go 'cause I was the guest, Stacey said
she should, as she was the best looking. We all began laughing
at that, since though she was pretty, she had always been the
one to refuse to wear makeup or dress up for any school
functions. While we were chuckling at this, Stacey had jumped
into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
Dear Diary,
Dear Diary,
This went on, as it usually did, for a few minutes, until Dave
entered the room. We fell silent and turned our attention to
the television show. Dave told us he was stepping out to the
convenient store, down the road, for a pack of smokes, and that
he would be back in about fifteen minutes.
Stacey told me to give her that picture and she started towards
me, but Mark came up from behind her and grabbed her around the
chest to keep her back. Stacey could feel his shaft in the
crack of her bottom, as she struggled to get loose. This
excited her as well as made her more determined to get away.
Her hair was still dripping wet and the water was flowing down
her back to moisten her buttocks and his penis jammed up against
it.
The intense feeling that both felt at that second, caused Mark
to plunge forward and for Stacey to bear down onto his shaft. I
watched my brothers erect penis slip into the wet confines of my
best friends vagina. As he drew back from deep inside her, I
saw a touch of blood drip onto the floor. I knew then that
Stacey had lost her virginity right there in front of us.
The eleven years she had spent in this world had never allowed
her to experience the pure joy that she was feeling now. She
could feel the walls of her vagina stretching as never before.
The pain was minimal and actually added to the pure blissfulness
she felt. The total fulfillment that she had with every plunge
of his cock threw her deeper into etcasy.
Stacey was now bucking up and down and Mark was having a hard
time insuring constant contact with her clitoris. His balls now
ached with the need for release, but he would not let go of her
legs and he forced her to ride his face until she was moaning
with the first wave of her orgasm. As she pumped herself on his
loving tongue, she grabbed her own nipples and pinched them. She
threw herself into a frenzy. Her pussy began contracting and
she pumped her hips a few more times before coming back to
reality.
Standing up from his face, she looked back to where Marks cock
was pointing up like a soldier at attention. I could tell she
knew nothing about how to suck on a penis and was scared to try
it. So she leaned over and cupped her fist around his shaft and
began pumping it. Marks erection grew in size. I don't think
Stacey or I would have thought this would be possible, but saw
it happen right before our eyes. His usually limp penis was
only about two inches in length, but now it was almost four. I
wondered how he had been able to get all of that deep inside
her. It was then I noticed I probably was plunging over five
inches of handle deep into my quivering mound.
We got dressed and Stacey combed the sticky fluid from her
hair.
Curious, Dave picked one of the pictures up and saw Marks cock
jutting out in plain sight. The other two pictures finished the
tale. He just placed them on Stacey's dresser and walked out
and went into his own room. He decided it was her life, and
that, though Stacey was his daughter, she was her own person as
well. He thought about all the times when he was younger and
wished he could have experienced life as well. The best he had
during his early years was masturbating and dreaming of the most
perfect woman he could imagine. Those were years lost and he
could never make them up. But he certainly couldn't encourage
her to start enjoying the thrills of sex without seeing it from
a parents viewpoint as well.
Dear Diary,
Dear Diary,
After Dave got dressed, we headed out in the car to the movies.
The line was short, as the show had been playing for almost
two weeks already. It was a science fiction movie we had all
been wanting to see, but hadn't had the time before to get to.
The theater was dark and they headed toward the middle, where we
could see the movie well, and still be away from the few other
people already seated. Mark went to end of the aisle and sat.
Then Stacey and I followed. Dave sat next to me and we leaned
back to get comfortable while waiting for the pre-views and
commercials were over.
Dave glanced over and saw Mark and Stacey were holding hands.
Dave whispered to me that it was strange to think of one of the
neighborhood boys actually with his daughter. He thought he had
always realized it would be like this, but had hoped for some
dashing young rich man to pull up in a limousine and ask if his
daughter could go for a walk with him a few paces behind to
protect his little girl if she needed him. Well she's not so
little now.
We watched the entire movie this way and as the ending credits
rolled onto the screen, we got up and exited through one of the
side doors that no one else was using. Dave had a big stain on
his pants and we teased him about pee-ing himself. He told
them he had spilt his coke and to let it go at that. But we
continued to tease him, so Dave pointed out that it must have
been hot in the theater and Stacey sure had sweated a lot,
'cause he could see right through her thin shorts and panties
from all the moisture built up there. Stacey thought she would
die of embarrassment as we got into the car to head to her house.
We got home and Dave went into his room to change clothes
again. Stacey and Mark decided to go for a bike ride. After
they left, Dave went into Stacey's room, where I was borrowing a
tee-shirt and noticed that pictures were still lying where he
had placed them on the dresser. Dave looked at them and saw
that the angle of the camera had caught Marks shaft on the out
bound stroke and he could see Stacey's vaginal lips stretching
out to keep him deep inside her. Damn, he said to me. I
really wished she had waited until she was at least sixteen. I
might have been a little more emotionally prepared. Oh well,
the best I can do, now that she has discovered how wonderful sex
feels, is to counsel her on attempting to postpone any more
until she is older and then make sure she understands birth
control. There are to many unwanted babies in this world for
children to be having children themselves. I told him that I
was glad that he wasn't mad. I knew that Stacey would just die
if he found out and asked him to never say a word to her about
finding the pictures. He said he'd never tease or reprimand
her on something as private as this. So long as a friend of
hers, by the name of Lori, would happen to hint that she might
be a bit more cautious in the future? I told him I would talk
with her at our first chance alone.
Dave knew all young adults wanted to explore the opposite sex,
yet knew how it could easily it get out of hand when you have
two inexperienced people trying it out on each other.
If they were just more open in the schools, maybe half the kids
who end up pregnant wouldn't have been so eager to jump into
bed with someone else.
It's not that sex is bad, it's just that when young hormones
start talking, it's hard to keep a rein on it. Young boys have
yet to learn self control. True all men think with their little
head from time to time, but until they gain some experience and
the novelty has worn down, they think totally with their little
heads in the heat of the moment. I was at least fortunate to
have someone as experienced as Dave was.
After about thirty minutes, the kids came back in, sweating
and hot from the bike ride. They grabbed soda's and sat to
play some nintendo. Dave was sitting on the couch relaxing in
almost a napping position. I scooted back until I was leaning
up against his legs. Mark and Stacey were engrossed in the
game that they were playing, so Dave leaned over and slid his
hand down my shirt and cupped one of my tiny breasts in his
hand. He toyed with my nipples until I was wiggling on the
floor from the reaction it was causing between my legs.
go around topless and men do not even notice them. Boy was I
glad we lived here in America. Then again it could also be the
fact that his touch was sending extremely small electric jolts
throughout my body, leaving me wanting more.
Dave set the can down on the coffee table and observed Stacey
and Mark playing a dual game that could take quite a few minutes
to finish. He headed down the hallway as if to go to his room,
when he veered left into the bathroom. I had left the door
slightly ajar in anticipation.
Dear Diary,
I reached down with my free hand and pulled his pants down,
which freed his manhood to stand straight out.
Tickling his balls and the pubic hair that surrounded them, I
then drew his cock into my mouth as if I was sucking through a
straw.
If just a rumor of this got out that Dave had even touched
some one of my young age, his entire life would come to an end.
If he was not killed in prison, the people of the backwards town
that they lived in would shun him forever. His living depended
on those townspeople. If anything happened to him, then he
could no longer provide for his family. They would be torn
apart, but most of all, the trust we had in each other would be
broken.
If I had ever felt that he had crossed over that fine line
that we had established, Dave said that he hoped that I would
come to him and discuss the matter openly.
He could view my just forming pubic hair, not quite yet the
triangle of passion that it would soon be.
Dear Diary,
His balls slapped against my chin and the force that his
thrusts gave, carried us into a more heated passion, building
up deep inside me. My vagina quivered in anticipation of the
giving of my total being to satisfying him.
As his cock pulsated, I could feel his cum building up. His
sack tightened and I knew that he would explode any moment.
I was not wanting to stop giving him such intense pleasure, yet
I was afraid that he would cum so hard as to gag me.
I took my mind off that fact by reaching down and playing with
myself. My fingers pummeled my tiny mound. I felt my own
orgasm building up as well. Just as he spurted his first load
deep into my throat, I felt my vagina quiver and contract.
We looked into each others eyes and though nothing was said, a
thousand words passed between us.
If this had been yesterday, I might have looked the other way,
but now I was deeply interested and curious in the opposite sex
and was curious what this boy might have to offer.
The size of his manhood was so much smaller than Daves, that I
felt no intimidation, but wanted to tease this boy as far as I
could in the short trip they were taking.
I watched him spurt his seed forth and as his orgasm reached
peak, I obtained my own. My vagina contracted and the boy
watched as my fingers now maddening pumped themselves deep
inside my love canal. He watched my other hand fly to my
nipples and squeeze them tighter as I began to cum. My legs
were now beating back and forth and I continued until pumping
myself dry.
Just then the announcement came over the speaker that we had
arrived came to our stop. Boy was that conductor right. I had
indeed cum to my destination.
Dear Diary,
Boy was that last bit long winded. I just couldn't stop
writing down the things that had happened. I was writing almost
as fast as I was experiencing new and exciting modes of
arousals. I will stop for a few minutes and get dressed for
school now. It is as if I have to get this written before the
end of summer.
Leaving the train, I walked toward the store and entering it,
saw some boys standing over by the magazine rack. There was
giggling and pointing to a picture in one of the adult
magazines. I brushed passed them with a glance down at the
centerfold. It showed a woman bent over and licking her own
vagina. I thought is sure must have been painful for the woman
to have gotten into that position. Then I wondered if it would
be physically possible for me to do something like that. Life
left so much to explore.
Walking out of the door, I noticed the boys had gone outside
the store and were standing around laughing at each other. One
of the boys looked over at me and said something I didn't quite
hear, but when he threw an object at me, I caught it out of
instinct.
Boarding the train, I settled down in area near the door and
looked around. There was disappointment in that I failed to
see the boy that had been riding the train earlier.
The trip back seemed much more lonely. Opening the pack of
condoms, I noticed they were really kind of long thin balloons.
This tip of them had a small bulge to allow any ejaculation to
fill, so as not to explode when a man spurted with such force
inside of it. It was almost exciting to imagine having a
sheathed penis slamming itself deep inside of me without the
fear of getting pregnant.
Dave grabbed a few blankets and a spare pillow and soon the
couch in the front room was transformed into a comfortable
sleeping area.
With every movement she made on the bed, her buttocks clenched
and he grew excited watching them. His shaft grew hard inside
his white cotton underwear and began straining to be released
from its confinements. He suddenly realized we were discussing
what tricks we might play on him. Unfortunately for him, he
couldn't quite make out what we were whispering. As he
watched, he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and
the floor creaked.
We both looked toward the door when we heard the noise and
Mark backed out as quietly as possible and ran into the front
room and lay down on the couch and pretended to be fast asleep.
Stacey reached his side first. She asked me, "Are you sure
that he won't wake up?" I responded by reaching over and
stroking Marks shaft. Stacey watched me doing this and small
trimmers of excitement coursed through my body. She whispered
to me, "Hey that is your brother you know..." I said, "I don't
care, I'm not going to have intercourse with him, I'm just using
him to explore the male physical." Besides, he knows better
than to say anything, even if he were awake. I'd tell every
girl in school that he has some strange disease and they run
from the sight of him.
Stacey said, "Watch this then." She put her hand inside her
panties and plunging her fingers inside her quivering mound.
Drawing her now soaked fingers she put them next to Marks face.
I knew he had to smell her love scent. I looked down and saw
his cock pulse in anticipation. His penis grew more erect
and his shorts strained to hold his manhood inside its prison.
I settled for watching her lean over and draw his manhood
between her lips. It almost made me cream my panties right
there and then.
He had just reached puberty and the fuzz that resemble pubic
hair covered his balls. Our tongues found each individual
strand and teased him into squirming around as we brought his
passion to heights he never knew possible.
Stacey took his entire shaft deep into her mouth with no
trouble. It was almost half as thick as Daves, and about two
inches shorter.
As she swallowed him deep into her warm throat, Mark moved in
excitement. His testicles began to boil over and his hips were
now thrusting up with pure etcasy.
As he shot his first load, Stacey drew her mouth from his cock
and cupped her hand around his shaft and began pumping him
rapidly. His sperm flew from the tip of his cock, covering both
of our faces, dripping over her hand to puddle deep in his
crotch.
Dear Diary,
Stacey replied they should or her dad might walk in and see him
there naked. Tucking him in for the night, both of us girls
left for the bedroom.
I finally gave in to the fact that Stacey had placed her face
down below his shaft and had received most of it.
I stepped back into the hallway and looking into the room, I
saw Mark positioning himself to thrust his cock into Stacey's
waiting cherry.
She grabbed the back of his head and forced him to lower his
mouth to her breasts. He licked her nipples till they stood out
hard and firm. Her body convulsed in the extreme pleasure he
was giving her.
The emotions that she must have felt from his tender caresses
were like running barefoot through the tickling wet grass on a
dew lit morning. She reached down and grabbed his buttocks,
pulling him more into her, causing each thrust to be deeper and
harder. Faster and faster they went.
They were both sweating now from the pure physical pleasure
that they were sharing with each other. They knew that nothing
was more important than giving the other that much needed
release of their pent up emotions,
It was as if every time they had been yelled at, scorned, hurt,
or deprived of something, was being rewarded in this one
fulfilling embrace.
Stacey saw his manhood only inches from her face and decided to
take his shaft deep into her mouth. Although this went against
her personal feelings, she knew how good it felt to have him
nibbling on her snatch, so she engulfed his penis deep into her
mouth.
His attention to her snatch intensified and she felt him react
to the tracing of her tongue around the crown of his cock.
Mark drove his fingers deep inside her.
I saw a look on her face like she would pass out, from the
ultimate overload her body was having. It seemed like she could
orgasm forever. Her muscles in her vagina refused to quit
clenching. Finally they began to subside and she focused on
giving him back the pleasure she had received.
She reached up with one hand and grabbed his balls gently. Her
tender touch was almost more than he could bear.
Mark tried to hold himself back from thrusting too deeply into
her mouth, but nature took over and soon he was bucking deep
into her throat.
Stacey could feel his shaft sliding in and out of her mouth and
when he pushed extremely hard, it found it way down her throat.
This only excited him more and she wanted please him so much,
for the care that he had shown her. As she tickled his balls
she slurped as much of his manhood into her mouth as possible.
His cum was building up and he began spurting deep into her
throat. Stacey gagged and spit up his cum and release her grip
on his cock. He continued to spew forth his semen and she
reached forth and pumped him by hand a few more times, until his
orgasm was complete.
Dear Diary,
I lay down in bed and thought about the many new horizons that
had been awaken in my sleeping body recently.
I thought about safe sex and the condoms the boys had thrown at
me. I still had them, and knew if I were to go into Dave's
room, he would gladly oblige me reach to be a complete woman.
He would wear a "rain-coat" and protect me from getting
pregnant, but I felt that I would know when that time was, and
this early in my life was not one of them.
I could tell he was out of it, but his manhood was mine to
control and I began pumping his hard shaft faster and faster.
My other hand was working inside my cherry, bringing waves of
tremors to my vaginal muscles.
The next day I arose and left with my brother for our house.
Looking back, I waved good-bye to David and Stacey. I said ,
"Thank You!" To which Stacey relied, "You're welcome." But
Dave knew who I was really thanking and with the smile on his
face and the glint in his eye, I realized he knew as well that I
was really directing my thanks to him... I wondered what I
would really write in my essay on how summer vacation had been.