Saturday 26 December 2015

Neophyte

Author's note: This story includes explicit sexual content, involving descriptions of contact between an adult male and a girl below the age of consent. If you find this in any way offensive or distasteful, please read no further, and/or if it is illegal for you to read such material in your jurisdiction due to age or domicile, please read no further. The author does not condone or promote any illegal activity. This story is entirely a product of my imagination, no minors were involved in any way in its compilation, and the characters and actions portrayed are entirely fictitious. The characters in this story may not engage in safe sex, because, being fictitious, they don't need to. You, as a real person, do.

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Running. That was my first sight of her. Running for the bus I was on, heading home as I was after completing the last of my Christmas grocery shopping, two days before the 'big event'. The bus driver was obviously infused with a little seasonal generosity, because he waited for her. She panted her thanks as she boarded the vehicle, before audibly climbing the stairs to the top deck. That upper part of the bus was almost empty, apart from me, but, for whatever reason, she decided to sit directly opposite me, in the right hand seat at the front.

Why did I look at her? I couldn't tell you. Had she been a boy of the same age, I would certainly have looked, because my sexuality, for reasons I'd never been able to fathom, but couldn't deny, centred around my attraction to pubescent boys, but girls, for the most part, didn't interest me at all. And this girl wasn't really anything out of the ordinary, appearance wise, average height, longish dark hair, medium build, neither thin nor fat, some way beyond being a 'little girl', with her developing feminine curves, but still some distance from being a woman. I couldn't really tell how old she was, but my best guess was that she wasn't particularly close to being of 'legal age', maybe two years, possibly even a little more, short of that mark. But there must have been something, some hook, in her appearance, because I looked long enough for her to be aware of my scrutiny. She smirked a little. I turned away quickly, redirecting my gaze pointedly in the direction of the view from the window to my left. But not for long. Almost involuntarily, as the bus slowed towards its next stop, my attention was drawn back to the girl. Our eyes met. She giggled quietly, a little flush appearing on her cheekbones. My own face reddened in embarrassment, and I hastily looked away again.

The twenty minute bus trip seemed to take an eternity, as I tried, but failed, to avoid sneaking glances at the girl. She seemed to notice every single one, the little smirk/smile playing on her lips each time. Until the bus approached the town centre bus station, where I needed to change to another service for the last leg of my journey. I couldn't resist 'one last look', but, this time, the expression on the youngster's face was pensive, maybe even worried. Damn, I thought, I've freaked her out now, and, in response, quickly got up from my seat and headed down the stairs well before the bus came to its final standstill. As soon as the driver opened the exit doors I alighted, the first of the passengers to do so, and quickly walked away, towards the stop for my connecting service, making sure not to look back. I already knew, courtesy of the bus 'countdown' app I had on my phone, that I wouldn't have to wait long,and, indeed, within two or three minutes, I was heading out of the bus station once more on the service which stopped more or less literally outside the front door of my flat, hardly more than five minutes away. The journey was as brief as expected - I could actually walk from the town centre to the flat in no more than fifteen minutes, but it was all uphill, so the bus was always an attractive option! - and I was soon on the pavement, putting my shopping bags down briefly while I fumbled in my pocket for house keys. But then a voice shocked me almost into catatonia.

"Hello." After a hesitation which seemed like it lasted hours, but was, in reality, just a few seconds, I turned. It was the girl. I opened my mouth as if to speak, but no words would come. The same smirk I'd seen earlier returned to the youngster's face.

"I saw you watching me before. Do you....like me?"

My confusion was total. "I....I d....don't know. M....maybe. D....don't w....worry, though, I w....won't do any m....more than look," I managed to stammer.

The girl smiled sweetly. "I didn't mind you looking - actually, it was....sort of....what I wanted."

"W....what do you mean?"

The girl glanced down for a moment, but then lifted her head and looked me straight in the eye. "Let me come inside your place, and I'll tell you." Her voice was breathy, almost sultry. My head screamed at me to tell her to go away, but I heard my voice say 'OK'.

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Ten minutes later, after putting my shopping away almost in a trance, I walked into my living room. The girl was sitting, seemingly totally relaxed, on my sofa, as though it was the most natural place in the world for her to be. I sat in the armchair, hardly able to look in her direction.

"So?" I said, almost in a whisper. "Why did you follow me here?"

"Because....I don't want....to be a ....virgin anymore. I want you to....be my first. I want you to....fuck me."

All sorts of thoughts were sent roiling through my mind, all kinds of questions. But one forced its way to the forefront. "Why me?"

"Why not?"

"That isn't really an answer, and I suspect you know it. I also think you know I could get into all sorts of trouble, just by you being here, never mind anything more, so a proper explanation would be....courteous."

The girl grinned. "OK, I guess you're right! Well....what it is....my best friend and I talk about sex all the time." I must've looked surprised, because the girl elaborated. "What? Girls do, you know, as well as boys! And we do stuff, too, give each other lovely cums! Anyway, she did it, a few months ago, with a boy in our class, but she said it wasn't much good - he....cummed too quickly, and she hardly got any good feelings at all. But then, she did it again with her u....with someone....older, and she said it was a hundred times better, he was really gentle and loving and thoughtful, he made her cum over and over again. So I decided....I wanted my first time to be with someone....like that. And when I saw you looking at me on the bus, I thought you....fancied me, and I saw you weren't wearing a wedding ring, or anything, so I thought you might be....the one to....help me." I didn't know what to say, so said nothing. The girl picked up on my hesitancy. "I wouldn't tell, if that's what you're worried about - I know what you said about getting in trouble is true, and I wouldn't let that happen, I promise. I mean, I'd probably tell my best friend I'd done it, but not who with, or anything. So....do you wanna?"

Very good question, I thought. Did I want to? I hadn't had sex with anyone since my marriage broke up, almost four years earlier, and never with anyone as young as this girl, even if my fantasies were full of boys around her age. She looked into my eyes once more, questioningly. I swallowed nervously.

"M....maybe. Let me go and have a shower, and think about it for a few minutes."

"OK."

Fifteen minutes later, I made my way from the bathroom into my bedroom - to find the girl already there, laying on my bed. Naked. My mouth fell open, causing her to giggle.

"Like me?"

This time, there was no hesitancy in my answer. Her young body really was very attractive, feminine enough, her small breasts tipped with perkily erect, dark pink nipples, the gentle swell of her developing hips framing a pubic mound dusted with dark hair above slightly puffy labia, but otherwise almost boyish in appearance - which, obviously, made her all the more desirable for a boylover like me.

"Yes - you're a lovely looking young lady."

She stood up, and walked towards me.

"Come on, I'm really ready." She looked down at the front of my bathrobe, and the obviously growing bulge there. "And it looks like you are, too." She was the best part of a foot shorter than me, so that when she put her arms around me and drew us close, my erection pressed into her stomach. "I wanna see it! Feels big!" She made good her wish, untying the belt of the robe before moving the material aside. Her eyes widened. "It is big. Woooow!"

I wasn't, in all honesty, anything more than average for an adult, certainly in length, but my penis was quite thick, and, at that moment, as rigidly erect as it had been for many years. The girl reached out tentatively, taking me in hand.

"Wow, it's really hot and hard, too. And it's circ...." Her voiced tailed off, obviously suffering a vocabulary breakdown.

"Circumcised?"

"Yeah, that! I haven't seen one like that before. Well, actually, I've only seen a couple of....dicks before, boys I know from school, and they both had their skin. Did it hurt when you had it....cut off?"

"I couldn't tell you - I was only about eighteen months old at the time, so I don't remember it at all."

"Oh."

I gently removed her hand, taking it, and her other, in mine.

"Before we go any further, are you really sure about this? You know that if we do....make love, it's for ever. Once it's done, it can never be undone. Only one person can ever be your first, obviously."

The girl looked up at me, earnestly. "Yeah, I really am sure. Maybe I wasn't until what you just said, but I know now....that you really care. About me, I mean. It's not just about sex, like it was with my bestie and that boy. He just wanted to....fuck her. You want to....make love. And I know there's a big difference between the two." Her eyes still steadily on mine, she moved in close, kissing me gently, full on the lips. "Make love to me....please?"

Any resistance I might still have had melted away with that kiss, and her words. I released her hands, and guided her gently back to my bed. I shucked off the bathrobe, letting it fall to the floor, then knelt at the bedside, encouraging her to sit on the edge of the mattress, then lie back. My hands stroked the smooth skin of the girl's arms and shoulders, before I turned my attention to her breasts, each the size of half an orange. She shivered and sighed as my fingertips teased the sensitive nipples.

"Ooohhh, nice, that feels really nice!"

I smiled into her eyes, then leaned forward, taking first one, then the other, of her nubs into my mouth, suckling gently. The girl's sigh became a moan of pleasure. As I continued my oral ministrations, I slipped my hand down between her legs, cupping her pubis carefully. She was already wet, much more so than I would have expected, so I took advantage of her natural lubrication to allow a finger to slide into the cleft of her vulva, caressing her slowly, top to bottom, and back again, until she began to pant and squirm. I guessed she was quite close to orgasm, so I replaced my finger with my tongue, licking her sweetly delicious slit firmly but carefully, teasing her little clitoris from beneath its hood and taking it between my lips. That did the trick, as the girl shook involuntarily, letting out a soft squeal as her climax hit hard. I slipped my forefinger into the tight tunnel of her vagina, loving the feeling of the strong muscle contractions against my digit as her orgasm continued. After long seconds, she began to calm down, but I left my finger deeply inside her as I returned to kissing her nipples once more.

"That....was....amazing! I've never, ever cummed that much!" She thrust her hips against my finger, once, twice. "Put your....dick in there now, please!"

"I'm too close to cumming myself for that, you've really turned me on! How about you do me with your hand first, then we can play for a while, get me hard again, that way I should be able to last a lot longer inside you. I want to make it as good as I can for you."

"I'll....suck you, if you want, I've heard boys really like....blowjobs."

"Oh, yeah, that would be so hot!"

"Tell me before you....spunk, though, I want to watch it squirt! I've seen....pornos, but I've never seen a guy....cumming in real life". An embarrassed look crossed her face, before she spoke again, in a small voice. "A....and I don't really....want it in my mouth, anyway."

"Course, I'd never want you to do anything you're not happy with."

"Lay down, and teach me how to do it."

"There's not much to learn, really - just use your lips and tongue, be careful about your teeth, and do whatever you're comfortable with. Don't try and take all of it, you'll gag if you do, and that wouldn't be fun, for either of us."

"OK," she said, a little nervously. I laid in the middle of my double bed, spreading my legs so she could kneel between. As she lowered her head, her long hair flowed around my groin, making me shudder in pure excitement, before her tongue poked out, hesitantly, finally making the lightest of contacts with my precum anointed glans. Evidently reassured that I didn't taste nasty - I had just had a shower, after all - she proceeded more confidently, licking down the full length of my penis and back up again, swirling her tongue around the ridge of my corona, then opening her young mouth widely, taking my head and an inch or so of the throbbing shaft into the delightful warmth and wetness of her mouth. She bobbed her head, slowly at first, but then much more aggressively, keeping her tongue busy as she did so. I knew within seconds that I couldn't hold on, and warned her urgently.

"I'm almost there, take it out, quick!"

Her head pulled up abruptly, her small, soft hand taking the place of her mouth, masturbating me rapidly. I groaned, and burst into a huge orgasm, one of the strongest of my whole life. Her eyes were like saucers as she watched my first spurt of semen leap almost a foot into the air, but, to her credit, she didn't let go, milking a mind-melting degree of pleasure, as well as three or four more, albeit rapidly diminishing, bursts of ejaculate from my heaving body. I didn't want it to end, but the usual sensitivity soon kicked in, and I had to pull away, gasping.

"Wow!" we said, almost in unison, causing the girl to break into fits of giggles.

"That was awesome!" she gushed. "Is it always like that?"

"No way, that was one of the biggest ones I've ever had! You sure you haven't done this before?!"

More giggles, and a deep blush. "Noooo, that was the first time I've even touched a dick!"

"Well, you were fantastic! Thank you, so much."

I drew her face down towards mine, and we kissed again, tenderly, before I rolled out from under her to find a towel to clean us both up a little. My erection had wilted rapidly, and the girl looked at it with disappointment.

"Don't worry, I'll only need a little rest, and maybe a bit of help from you, and I'll be good to go again. Let's cuddle and touch, and you'll see!"

Over the following twenty minutes or so, we explored each others bodies with fingers, lips and tongues, the girl enjoying two more panting, shivery orgasms, in between which she watched with utter fascination as my penis once more rose to full, powerful erection. As I moved to kneel in front of her, she instinctively pulled her legs up, spreading her thighs as wide as she comfortably could, looking all the while into my eyes.

"Is it time?" I asked her gently.

"Yeah. Do it to me."

"With you, for you, but definitely not to you. This is as much, more, for you than it is for me. That's the way I want it to be, I want your first time to be one you'll always remember, in a good way."

"Do it with me, then. Right now!"

I nodded, leaning down to kiss her once more, while I slipped one, then, for the first time, two fingers into her drenched channel. With my free hand, I opened the top drawer of my bedside cabinet, and pulled out something I never thought I'd use - a pack of condoms.

"You don't need one of those. I'm on the pill, 'cause I have really bad, painful periods if I don't take it. A....and I want to feel you, not some bit of plastic."

"If you're sure?" The girl nodded decisively.

"Put it in. Put your dick in me."

I needed no more encouragement. I guided my raging erection to her threshold, sliding up and down her inner lips a couple of times before positioning the head against the tiny looking opening to her vagina. I pushed forward gently but insistently, feeling the tight muscle begin to give way. At that moment, the girl pushed her hips up towards me, and the glans and two inches of shaft were suddenly inside her. She whimpered, trembling.

"Are you alright? Do you want me to take it out?"

"No way! Put it all in, I mean it!"

I eased forward, slowly, carefully, until my whole length was gripped, so tightly, by her delicious wetness.

"Is that all of it?"

"Yeah, I'm all the way inside you. Is it OK?"

"It feels....like....I don't know what. Full. Big. W....wonderful!"

I withdrew an inch or two, then pushed forward again, before slowly repeating the dose. The girl gasped once more.

"So good, do it more, do it faster!"

I quickened my pace a little, to around one thrust a second. The girl began to move in time with my rhythm, her eyes open but unfocused, her mouth smiling faintly, distantly. Then, out of nowhere, she squealed once more.

"Ooohhh, oh God! Cumming! Cumming right up deep inside! Ooohhh!"

Her rhythm was washed away by the intensity of feeling, but mine wasn't, and I knew I was nowhere near my orgasm yet. I kept pumping away, and, almost as soon as her first climax had ebbed away, she hit a second peak, moaning and shivering. On and on our lovemaking went, the girl beginning to positively buck her hips to meet my thrusts, her passion finally bringing me to the edge.

"Oh my God, again! You're making me cum again!"

As I felt her muscles contracting once more, I gave one last deep thrust, and cummed like I never had before, ever in my life. My penis must have spasmed fifteen times, the pleasure almost indescribable. I was on the verge of collapse, but with my last vestige of strength, I managed to lift her bodily from the bed and roll us over, so that it was her light frame that flopped, exhausted, onto my much heavier one. My erection, gripped as it was in her liquid embrace, subsided much more slowly this time, but subside it eventually did, and I slipped out of her, causing her to moan against my shoulder.

"Awwww, it felt so nice, you staying inside me! I wanna do it again!"

I laughed, and kissed the top of her head. "You might have a long wait for that! I'm not a young boy anymore, you've worn me out completely! And anyway, we don't want to make you sore, that might be pretty hard to explain to your parents."

She looked up at me, pouting. "It's only my mum, and she won't care. She'll probably be out tonight, doing it herself!"

I stroked her hair gently. "Let's just snuggle for a while, eh? That's one of the best parts of making love, as opposed to just fucking, as far as I'm concerned. Being warm and close afterwards."

I held her close, caressing her back and buttocks gently, in affection rather than desire. She sighed and smiled, kissing my neck. It wasn't long before we'd both dozed off.

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We'd woken after an hour or so, and had just had a shower apiece when the girl's mobile rang. It was pretty much a one-sided conversation, the girl's side being restricted to occasional monosyllables, 'yeah', 'no' and 'Bye'.

"I've got to go," she said with regret in her eyes. "My mum's got off work early, and wants us to go out for tea. C....can I see you again, sometime?"

"If you want, but only if you can come round without anyone else knowing. I'm sorry to ask you to keep secrets, but you know why."

"Yeah, it's the same with my bestie, and her....friend. Like I said, I don't want you to get in trouble."

"Thanks. You have a good Christmas, and I'll maybe see you again soon."

"Hope so. It's been brilliant!"

I walked down the stairs to let her out. Just as I was about to open the door, she flung her arms around my neck, kissing me enthusiastically.

"See ya!"

"Bye."

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I didn't, in all honesty, expect to see her again. She'd got what she'd set out to get, and all I could hope was that she'd enjoyed her first time - and that she wouldn't change her mind about what had happened, and tell her mother, or the police.

It was Boxing Day afternoon, and I was just debating whether to venture to my local for a beer or three after my solitary Christmas. Then my doorbell rang. I looked nervously through my living room window, expecting to see an officer of the law, but could actually see no-one at all. The bell sounded again. I picked up my keys, walking slowly down the steep flight of stairs, unlocked and opened the door - and gasped.

"Hiya!" the girl said brightly. "This is my best friend, she....wants to....meet you!"

I grinned fit to bust. "Come in, ladies!"

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Love & best wishes to all
Sammy B