THE SUMMER I BUILT MY CHARACTER

BY JILLIAN

[ part 2 ]

I had never been so aware of my pussy. Oh, I’d masturbated before and it had been, well, pleasant, but nothing like the mind-shattering experience at Mrs. X’s house. It was as if God had entered my body. I was on my ten-speed headed for Mrs. X’s house, slightly tilted forward, the narrow, rounded front of the racing seat nestled snugly between the lips of my pussy, my clit jostling sweetly on the tip of the seat. Rather than ride the smooth roads I stayed to the sidewalks hitting every crack and bump I could find. My mother had looked at me kind of oddly when I came down the stairs dressed in a short, flared plaid skirt and a white cotton shirt rather than my usual shorts and t-shirt. If she had known that I wore neither panties nor bra, well there’s just no telling what would have happened. I said something about wanting to ‘look professional’ and she, poor dear, absolutely beamed. Professional, HELL! I just wanted immediate access, no fucking panties getting in the way.

The ride down Mrs. X’s gravel driveway was exquisite. My nipples were brushing the inside of my shirt and as I ground my pussy against the seat I could feel hot drips of wetness spattering my legs. As I stopped and swung my leg off the bike it was almost as if my pussy didn’t want to let go of the seat. There was a squelchy popping sound as my lips pulled loose. I bent and peered closely at the seat and touched the pooled wetness soaking into the leather and inhaled deeply and I thought of that song “Smells Like Teen Spirit” and damned near fell over from laughing, not haha laughing but joyous laughing.

I guess I looked a little flushed when Mrs. X answered the door because the first thing she wanted to know was if I was sick. I quickly assured her I was fine, just a little winded from the ride over. I just wanted Mrs. X out of there so I could beat Kelli’s little ass and have another mind-blowing orgasm. I figured with any luck I was looking at ten or twelve over the course of the day. Then Mrs. X ruined my day.

“Jill, I want you to know that I was very upset with the way Kelli acted yesterday. The more I thought about her throwing milk on you the more embarrassed and upset I became. She has been very difficult since her father died but she’s never acted out violently like that. But you won’t have to put up with that sort of behavior again. Last night I made it very clear to Kelli, very clear that that sort of behavior would not be tolerated. I did the same thing this morning. She’s under her bed and I told her she is to stay there all day, no breakfast, no lunch, no TV, no playing, no nothing. So you won’t need to worry about her at all today, just take a look now and again and make sure she’s still under her bed. Oh, and remember, no boys.”

As Mrs. X spoke my pussy dried up, my clit shrank back behind its little pad of skin, and my nipples melted down until my tits were just small, rounded mounds. As I watched Mrs. X drive away all I could think was….SHIT! This was all just so fucking unfair! All night and all the way over here all I could think about was beating Kelli’s little ass black and blue and red and then masturbating with the ping-pong paddle and now Mrs. X tells me that Kelli has to stay under her bed all day. Well fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I went to Kelli’s room and got down on my hands and knees to look under the bed. She was scrunched up under the bed as far back as she could get. I could hardly see her. I went to the kitchen and started going through drawers and cabinets finally finding a flashlight in the drawer next to the phone. I went back to Kelli’s room, got down on my belly, and shined the light under the bed. She was naked, her back to me, rolled up into a little ball. I shone the flashlight on her ass. Well, Mrs. X must have used the paddle this time. Kelli’s ass was red with marks as well as the backs of her legs. As I lay there listening to Kelli quietly sob, taking in the sight of her ravaged ass, my body began to respond. My pussy became hot and wet, my clit poked its little head out, and my nipples returned to sweet, painful erection.

I was up off the floor and headed back to the kitchen as quickly as I could. There was no way I was going to waste this feeling. The ping-pong paddle was lying on the kitchen table. I grabbed it, sat down on a chair, propped my feet up on the table, pulled my skirt up to my waist, and ran the handle down between my lips and across my clit. That lightning bolt went off in my head again. I rubbed the handle up and down, curving back so that each downward thrust pushed the end of the handle between my pussy lips. My back arched and I could feel the orgasm building and building. I doubled the speed and depth of my thrusting; coming close to popping my cherry with the handle…but it just wouldn’t come. I was riding the crest of a tremendous, soul-shattering orgasm, but it just wouldn’t crash down, just would not come!

I was out of the chair and fairly racing down to Kelli’s room. I slumped down in front of her door so that I could hear her sobbing. Again I used the handle, the rubber knobs brushing and pulling on my clit, the handle tight inside my lips…and still I couldn’t orgasm, could not finish. I threw the ping-pong paddle against the wall in disgust. I knew what I had to do. I had to find someway for Kelli to be bad. But how was she going to be bad if she was confined to under her bed? (And I know you are probably wondering why I just didn’t go ahead and spank her, why I had to have the excuse of her ‘doing something bad’ and to this day, I don’t know, I just knew that had to be part of it.)

I stood and opened Kelli’s door, went in, closed the door, and slid to the floor, my back against the door. The flashlight was on the floor where I had dropped it in my rush to get to the kitchen. Using my foot I rolled it over and picked it up. Kelli was still scrunched up under the bed, her back to me. As I played the flashlights beam over her little naked body I idly played with my pussy, hoping that just the sight of her would be enough. My pussy was still sloppy wet, my clit just as sensitive, but I still couldn’t climax. There just had to be a way to get her to be bad while under the bed!

As my mind searched for ideas my eyes wandered the room. The room was so bare it was as if no one lived in it. Not a picture on the wall, no furniture save the bed and a small dresser. To my right was a partly opened closet door. Reaching out with my right foot I caught the edge of the door and swung it open. I almost jumped out of my skin until I realized that the girl staring back at me was me, reflected in a full length mirror hung on the inside of the door. I could see myself sitting on the floor, my skirt hiked up around my waist, my left hand sliding in and out of my pussy, rubbing my clit. My face was flushed and I could see my nipples poking up against the inside of my blouse. I almost laughed out loud because the first time I had ever masturbated was in front of a mirror just like this at my friend Niki’s house when I was ten years old. I had been spending the night and the two of us had been playing some kind of board game on the floor of her bedroom. Niki’s closet door had been open and occasionally I would take a peek in the full-length mirror trying to decide if I was as cute as Niki. She caught me looking in the mirror and I was afraid she might start making fun of me but instead she suggested this game. The idea was you looked in the mirror and tried to follow directions which was suppose to be hard because left was right and right was left. Niki started off.

“Jill, touch your right eyelid with your left pinky finger.”

And you know what? It was hard. We kept confusing our right from out left and were giggling and laughing, trying to make the other one mess up.

“Niki, touch your left big toe to your nose.”

Niki was the one that started things down a surprising path.

“Jill, tough your left boob with your left ring finger.”

I wasn’t to be out done.

“Niki, pinch your right nipple with your left thumb and forefinger.”

It soon became sort of an “I dare you” game.

“Jill, pull your t-shirt off using your right hand.”

“Niki, pull your panties off using your left hand.”

Soon we were naked in front of the mirror. It was my turn.

“Niki, touch your pussy with your left ring finger.”

“Jilly, pull your pussy lips apart with your left hand…”

It was the first time I had ever seen the inside of my pussy.

“…and touch your clit with your right forefinger.”

“Touch my what?”

“Your clit.”

“I…I don’t know what that is.”

“Jesus Jill, are you an idiot. Look it’s right here, see? Right at the top of your pussy. Sometimes you have to rub a little to make it stand up. See, there’s mine. Right there. I swear Jill, sometimes you are such a little kid.”

“Oh wow, now I see it. That’s weird, kind of like a nipple the way it stands up when you rub it.”

“Keep rubbing it, it always makes me feel really good when I rub mine.”

And that’s how I first masturbated. In front of a mirror, with my friend Niki, just by playing a silly game….and that’s when it hit me. I knew how to get Kelli to be bad! It was so fucking simple it was genius! I got down on my belly and crawled over to Kelli’s bed.

“Hey Kelli, it’s me, Jill. You doing ok? I’m sorry you got in trouble with your mom about the milk. It was really just an accident and I had already spanked you for it so she really didn’t need to punish you again. So I’m sorry you have to spend the day under your bed. I wish there was something I could do to make you feel better, but your mom said you have to stay under there all day. I know. How about if we play a game? You want to do that Kelli, play a game? It’ll be a fun one. It’s sort of like Simon Says. You know that game?”

Kelli slowly turned her head and looked out at me. I smiled encouragingly at her. She twisted around until she was facing me. I could see her little mound peeking out from between her legs and I could feel fresh, hot wetness flooding my pussy. This just had to work.

“So what do you say, Kelli, you want to play a game? Like I said it’s like Simon Says but I call it Jill Says. It’s really, really, fun.”

Kelli slowly nodded her head. Now, if I just didn’t rush it. If I just could take my time. But my pussy was flooding like crazy and my clit was throbbing. It was all I could do to keep from touching myself. But that had to wait until the right moment.

“Ok, this is how it works. I’ll say Jill says to do something, and I’ll do it, like touch your nose, and then you touch your nose, but if I don’t say Jill, if I just say touch your nose, and you touch your nose, then you lose. If you get it right five times in a row, then it’s your turn and then the game is Kelli Says. You got it?”

Kelli nodded her head and, God help her, even smiled a little bit. Fuck, this was going to be fun.

“Ok, I’ll start. Ready? Jill says touch your nose. Good! You’ve got the idea. Jill says touch your knee. Jill says touch your belly button. Jill says touch your toes. Jill says touch your chin. Wow! Kelli you are really good at this game. Ok, it’s your turn now.” Kelli was grinning like an idiot and all I could think was ‘Just wait bitch, and I’ll beat that grin right off your little face’ which, of course, just made my pussy start flooding like crazy.

“Kelli says touch your nose. Kelli says touch your knee. Kelli says touch your belly button. Kelli says touch your toes. Kelli says touch your chin.”

This kid was a fucking moron! Oh, well, I was tired of fooling around. It was time to move in for the kill.

“That was good Kelli, but I didn’t make any mistakes so it’s my turn. Pay attention, I’m going to try and fool you this time. Ready? Jill says touch your ear..Jill says touch your lips..touch your nose. Oh! I got you that time. You touched your nose and I didn’t say Jill Says, so I get to go again. Isn’t this fun!”

I was on my left side facing Kelli. My skirt had ridden up until it was just barely hiding my pussy which felt like it was going to explode. This just had to work!

“Jill says raise your leg..Jill says touch your knee..Jill says touch your belly..Jill says touch between your legs…..Kelli!!!! What are you doing?”

It worked! It goddamn worked! As my fingers finally, at last, touched my aching pussy Kelli’s fingers touched hers. I had her!

“Kelli what are you doing! Are you masturbating! Are you playing with yourself you evil, evil girl!”

The look on her face was priceless. Her grin had frozen into a death like mask, her lips were trembling, and I could see the start of tears in her eyes. I reached under the bed and grabbed her by an ankle and started dragging her out from under the bed. As she slid out she twisted trying to get a way and banged her head against the leg of the bed. It was like I was possessed, all I could think about was that ping-pong paddle in the kitchen. As I dragged her out of her bedroom and down the hall and into the kitchen, I purposely swung her from side to side, banging her head against every wall and doorframe I could. I dragged her over to the kitchen table and picked up the ping-pong paddle and realized it was too wide for what I had in mind. I dropped it on the floor and looked wildly around the room for something the right size. There, on the kitchen counter, was a jar with cooking utensils sticking out the top and right in the middle was just the perfect thing; a wide, fat, heavy-duty wooden spoon. I dragged her to the counter, heedless of her crying. I was on a mission. Grabbing the spoon I noticed to dish towels and took those too. I dragged her to the table and, kneeling down with my knee on her stomach I pulled her ankle up to the top of the table leg and tied it firmly with one of the dishtowels. I quickly did the other ankle then stood back to look at my handy work.

Kelli was on her back, her ankles tied up high on the table legs lifting her little ass in the air, legs spread wide, her little pink pussy staring right up at me. Well, it wouldn’t be pink for long.

I straddled her face, rubbing my sloppy wet pussy and erect clit on her face. I stared at her pussy, the tension building in me as I ground my self on her face. I raised my hand with the heavy wooden spoon. Smack! Smack! Smack Smack Smack! With each swat Kelli’s little pussy got redder and redder, puffier and puffier. Lightning bolts were going off in my head; the explosions in my pussy were rippling my entire body. SmackSmackSmackSmackSmackSmack! My back arched with the power of my climax, sending me tumbling off of Kelli’s face and onto my back on the floor. It was my most intense orgasm ever and I lay there trembling as aftershocks of pleasure rolled through my body. Slowly I rolled to my knees and crawled over to Kelli.

She was sobbing quietly. Her face had several bumps on it and was covered with my juices. I crawled forward so I could look at her pussy. It was glorious! The once pink of her outer lips was now beet red and swollen. It was awkward leaning over her from the side so I crawled under the table to get a better look. Her ankles were tied high enough on the table legs that I could kneel and have my face right over her pussy. I began to examine it.

I poked the lips and felt how plump they were with engorged blood from the whipping I had given them. I pulled the lips apart, revealing the pink inside and wondered if I could find a narrow spoon to spank that part too. I poked with my finger, wiggling it around trying to find entry, but she was closed up tight. I ran my finger to the top of her pussy and started rubbing the little hood over her tiny clit. Slowly it emerged.

I’m not really sure why I did what I did next. I had never thought of other girls in a sexual way, but seeing little Kelli’s tiny clit surrounded by the pink inner lips and the puffy red outer lips…well, I leaned forward and licked it. And licked it again. Then sucked on it, all the while probing with my finger, and then I’ll be damned but she started opening up, she started to get wet. I couldn’t fucking believe it. I never knew a kid that age could get wet. And what surprised me even more was, that the longer I licked and sucked and fingered, the wetter I was getting. In fact, I was getting fucking excited.

I stopped long enough to reach out from under the table and grab the ping-pong paddle. I stuck the paddle part between my feet, angling the handle up so that it spread my pussy lips and rubbed against my clit. Then I went back to the business of eating and fingering Kelli’s pussy.

The feel of her clit against my tongue and lips, the wetness surrounding my finger as I probed and probed and finally found her opening and took it, the paddle handle with its rubber knobs rubbing against my pussy lips and clit…well, I started to build and build toward another incredible orgasm. My ass was going like a jackhammer on the handle and I was sucking and biting her clit, shoving and twisting my finger and the lightning bolts were going and going and I was having my first multiple orgasms, bucking and pumping under the table until with one final, mind-shattering orgasm my legs twitched and shot out straight, sending me flying through Kelli’s legs so that I was laying on top of her.

I was almost senseless, the multiple orgasms sapping all my strength. I lay there quivering, looking down at Kelli’s tear streaked face, my pussy still sending rolling waves of pleasure through my body.

Slowly I rolled off of her, sliding my legs between hers, until I was kneeling next to her. I looked at her pussy. And panicked. It was covered in blood! Oh shit! Shit! Shit! How was I going to explain this! In my insane pursuit of an orgasm I must have popped her cherry with my finger! Oh shit!

I staggered to my feet and over to the counter and grabbed a handful of paper towels. As I spun around I saw drops of blood on the kitchen floor. And looked down. There, tightly clasped between the lips of my pussy was the ping-pong paddle. Well, really, just the paddle part. The handle was buried in my pussy. Blood was on the inside of my legs and streaked across the paddle. It wasn’t Kelli I had popped, it was me! I had lost my cherry to a ping-pong paddle!

I dropped to my knees by Kelli and started wiping the blood away. I was saved! Saved! The blood covering Kelli’s pussy was just mine. I collapsed on the floor and pushed my legs out in front of me. I reached down and grasped the paddle. It felt good in there. Really good. I twisted it slightly and felt the knobs as they stroked the inside of my pussy. I slowly fucked it in and out. Damn, I liked this! This was something I planned to do a lot of. But as I fucked the handle in and out I started thinking about Joe, and a real cock, and knew that I had just set a goal for myself. My mother was always talking about setting goals. Well, now I had one. To be fucked by a real cock by the end of the summer. I glanced over at Kelli, her ankles still tied high in the air, traces of my virgin blood still on her pussy and snaking down her belly, and suddenly I had another goal. Not only did I want to be fucked by a real cock, but also I wanted Kelli to be fucked by a real cock. I wanted to help some boy pop her cherry. Two goals for the summer. My mother would be so proud!

I met Mrs. X at the front door when she got home. With my most quivering and timid voice, I told her how Kelli had been bad that day, and what I had done to punish her.

“I went in to check on her Mrs. X and I…well I…she was…you see I knelt down to check on her and I saw her…oh Mrs. X, she was…”

“Spit it out Jill! What did Kelli do?”

“Mrs. X, she was…she was…playing with herself…masturbating.”

“What! What!”

“I’m sorry Mrs. X, but that’s what she was doing and I just was so shocked, girls just shouldn’t do that, it’s a sin, a bad sin, and I, well I, spanked her…there…I thought if it hurt she wouldn’t do it anymore.”

The look on Mrs. X’s face was like out of a horror movie. Her face was white and her eyes were wild. I had no idea what she was going to say. I held my breath.

“You did right Jill. You did right.”

Riding my bike home, my newly fucked-by-a-ping-pong-paddle-handle pussy squishing on the seat of my bike, I thought about my two goals and what I would have to do to reach them. There were two things. One, I needed to somehow get Kelli for longer than a day, and Two, I would need some help.