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The Wolf Summers
ElSol
Chapter 3: Iris's Price
The beginning of a young story.
Sexual frustration replaced 'The Itch' for six months. I began to regret
voting for my baby sister's happiness over my own bliss. There were other
options but even though Rachel had shattered the ritual nature of "The
Itch", it still shaped my understanding of sex.
The job of shaking me loose from the 'The Itch' fell on a visiting male
cousin from Puerto Rico. He was my stepfather's nephew so we were only
related by marriage. This allowed him to be more open with me, and the
fact that he was leaving in two weeks allowed me to venture into the
opening.
He arrived in the country one week before school ended. We were thrown
together because their families' marriages had resulted mostly in female
children and at thirteen I was the only a year younger than him. I did not
try to introduce him to the twins; one person in their outer circle was
all they would ever support. I came home after my martial arts class and
played with him. He liked to play in the park across the street from our
house after dinner.
He slept over a couple of nights the first week and we talked. My mother
had put us both in the sofa bed in the living room. The first night the
conversation was about baseball. It was obvious that he wanted to talk
about other things but he was trying to gain my confidence with the
baseball talk.
The next night he spent over was when the Itch's grip on me began to slip.
"Have you ever done 'The Thing'?" he asked me. The way he said 'The Thing'
made me believe it was related to 'The Itch'.
"I think so." I replied. We were both looking at the ceiling avoiding each
other's eyes.
"How does it feel?" he asked.
"It feels really good." I said. I hoped we were talking about the same
thing and not that he was asking if I had more sexual experience than 'The
Itch."
"How do you do it?" he continued. He turned on his side to look at me. I
looked at him. I knew I had to open up but part of me wanted to keep 'The
Itch' to myself.
"I get on my stomach in my bed and I rub myself." I said looking in his
eyes. He smiled at me. The smile told me he had gone further than I had.
"So you haven't done it with your hand." he asked me excitedly.
His excitement made me nervous, I shook my head. I thought I knew what he
was talking about but the magazines rarely talked about masturbation in a
way that might teach a boy how to do it.
"You want me to show you?" he asked even more excitedly.
I did not reply for a few seconds, I liked 'The Itch' and did not know if
I wanted to learn more. I nodded my head almost unwillingly.
"Do you think your parents are asleep?" he asked looking towards their
room.
"Yeah, definitely." I said.
"Okay, come with me." he said getting up from the bed and heading to the
bathroom. I wondered why we were going to the bathroom as I followed him.
He turned on the light and closed the door behind me when I entered. He
smiled at me as he walked to the bathtub. He waved me towards him. I moved
to stand next to him. He pushed his pajama bottoms down to his feet and
kicked them off. I looked at him. I had begun to spring hair in my crotch
but he had a full growth of pubic hair. It was fascinating to me and I
wondered if I would look like that. I watched as he started to harden.
"Hey, take yours off." he said to me.
I kicked my own pajamas off and hoped he would not laugh at my sprinkling
of hair down there. He looked at me for a moment and nodded.
"Spit in your hand," he said to me. He spit a large glob into his hand. It
was fairly disgusting but he was the lead. I spit in my hand not quite as
much as he had but enough for him not to comment.
"Now do like I do." he said.
He grabbed his hardening penis at the base and stroked upward and off his
penis allowing it to fall back. I did the same to my own. He continued
that grab, stroke and release motion until he was completely hard. I
followed suit. It was a strange feeling but I could feel the introductory
feelings of 'The Itch'.
He watched as I stroked myself to hardness.
"Wow, you're big!" he said surprised at my size. Even though, I was a year
younger I was longer and thicker than he was. It was portent of things to
come.
He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, now do this."
He stroked himself in a stroke I would become familiar with. It was a
controlled stroke of his hand up and down his penis. He fully covered his
dickhead with his hand and then stroked all the way back.
I did as he did.
"Keep doing this until you feel you need to go faster," he said as if I
would understand when that moment was, "Then go faster until you shoot
your cum okay."
I nodded.
"Make sure you get it in the tub so it -(TM)s easier to clean." he said. His
head fell back as he let go of the role of instructor and gave himself up
to his pleasure. I tried the same. I let my head fall back and closed my
eyes. I concentrated on the feel of my hand back and forth on my dick. It
took a minute before I felt what he spoke of.
I felt the need to go faster. I did not know how though if I did the
motion I was doing faster I thought I would hurt myself. I opened my eyes
and looked at his hand and penis. I saw the trick of it. His motion had
shortened at the upper end of his penis. I closed my eyes and tried it
myself. The pressure increased in response to the new treatment. I did not
think of anything for a small amount of time, but then just as the
pressure seemed ready to release, I thought of Rachel.
It was the yellow bikini fantasy again. She was bent over the lounge. This
time I ripped the bikini from her ass. I pushed into her hard. I pounded
into her imagining my hand was her pussy gripping me.
I came suddenly. It surprised me so I had to use the edge of the tub to
steady myself with my knees. I opened my eyes as my dick shot a second
burst of thick white liquid out of my body. I kept the stroking going; it
felt good. Not as good as the shooting, but it felt good.
"Yeah" my cousin said, "Keep stroking! It feels really good if you do that
afterwards."
I turned to look at him. I could see his cum on the bathtub, which said he
was done. He was smiling at me while continuing to stroke himself.
I smiled back. We cleaned up after he declared 'The Thing' was over. We
went back to bed. I felt a lot more tired than when I walked into the
bathroom, more relaxed also. I lay down at my back and closed my eyes. I
had shot my cum after 'The Itch' before but had never thought of needing
to clean it up. It had seemed right to me to have my cum drying on me.
"Did you ever do something like that with Iris?" he asked me.
I opened my eyes to stare at the ceiling as his words struck me. He fell
asleep before I could reply.
School ended without him sleeping over again. I did not see him until
Saturday after a swimming competition. He wanted Iris to join our play in
the park. I did not say anything. I just watched the youthful seduction
attempt. I knew he was trying to draw her into his world as he had done to
me. I also noticed he was much more successful if I was an active
participant, if I was the one that asked Iris the question, if I was the
one that pulled her summer dress up to expose her panties.
The seduction attempt was the focus of his second week there. She talked
to us, and joined our sexual conversations but not deep enough for what he
wanted. We played with her inside and outside. He wanted me to skip
practice and martial arts because my mother only allowed Iris to play with
him if I was there. I refused and it frustrated him. I was no longer the
objective though and he could say nothing if he wanted to continue to have
access to Iris. I watched him carefully; he became more antagonistic in
his seduction attempt as the day of his leaving for Puerto Rico drew
closer. He was due to leave Sunday morning and Friday something in him
brought things to a head.
My mother had gone shopping and taken Marisa with her. Iris, my cousin and
I were alone in the house. We were playing a silly children's board game
that Iris loved in my room. I think he was afraid of the next step
himself. He waited too long. The game ended and Iris sat on the bed
smirking her victory at us. He looked at her and at me. The air in the
room got heavier. Iris looked from him to me and back. We felt his
decision click in place. He got up from the floor to lock the door. Iris
and I watched him in silence. I felt expectant pressure in my chest. I did
not look at Iris; I wanted it too.
She did not move from the bed as he came to stand on one side of her. She
looked up at him and something in his face made her look at me. It must
have been on my face too because she looked across to the opposite wall.
"You agreed David, both of us," he said looking at me. "Like the bathtub."
I had agreed to nothing but I knew what he wanted. I looked at Iris, if
she had looked at me I might have refused but she was staring at the wall.
I stood up and moved to stand on the other side of her.
He nodded at me. He unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his knees.
I watched as he stroked himself to full hardness. I looked at Iris; she
had not moved backwards or tried to leave the room. She sat there staring
at the wall accepting what was happening. I was wearing sweatpants so I
just pushed them and my underwear down to my knees. I was beginning to
harden so did not have to stroke much before I was ready for the next
step. I looked at him for guidance on what the next step would be. He was
looking at her. He let go of his dick and tried to rub it on her face. She
moved away from him enough to not allow him the contact. He stroked
himself a little bit more and then tried to touch her with his hard dick
again.
I stroked myself and tried the same. I managed to touch her face. The
contact of my dick and someone else was brief and surprising. I stroked
myself again and watched him try to touch her with his dick. He let his
head drop back and started to stroke and stab at her blindly. I watched
her move away from him and noticed she was moving towards me. I let go of
my dick and timed my motion so that when she moved from his blind attempt
she would touch me. I did this for four or five contacts before I realized
she could have moved backwards and avoided both of us. I was stunned for a
moment. I heard him grunt and knew that he was close. I wanted to test my
discovery though. I put one foot on the bed and pushed my hips closer to
her. My hard on was touching her face without her moving towards me. She
did not break the contact. She was watching him for his attempts. When he
tried again, she pushed herself even closer to me. I could not understand
what was going on but her willingness to allow my hard dick to touch her
but not his felt good inside.
I rubbed myself on her face, she watched him and moved towards me whenever
he stabbed at her. I watched the dance enjoying her acceptance of my
contact and refusal of his. She turned towards me, and looked at me. She
was scared but not as scared as she should have been. Somewhere in the
selfishness of my mind, I came to the conclusion she was willing to accept
him to have me here also.
"My mother!" I heard myself exclaim. He opened his eyes and went into a
full-blown panic. He tried to move to the door while pulling his pants up.
I pulled my pants up while looking at Iris. She was staring back.
"Lock the door." I told her as I turned to leave the room.
He was sitting in the living room with the TV on trying not to look at the
door. I sat next to him.
"I don't think she's coming," he said to me.
"Let's check downstairs. I thought I heard her." I answered.
He nodded and we went out the door and down to the entrance of the
building. I did not see her car and tried to think of something that would
buy more time. I did not really know why I did not want to continue what
he had started.
"She's not here," he said with a sigh of relief. "Let's go back upstairs."
"Ice cream!" I said faking excitement as I heard the sound of the ice
cream truck. I started to move to where it stopped everyday.
"Come on, I want to go back upstairs." he almost yelled reluctantly
following me.
"After ice cream." I said not looking at him.
He could not do anything else since I had the keys and he needed a willing
accomplice. I was shorter than he was but broad enough that he could not
coerce me. I ate my ice cream slowly and then ran into the park to join a
tennis ball baseball game. He kept giving me angry looks but eventually
lost himself in the game.
He could not sleep over that night because they were leaving Sunday
Morning and his parents wanted to pack everything so they could enjoy
themselves on their last day in the States.
I took a longer than normal shower that night taking care of my pleasure
before I went to the room I shared with Iris. She was lying in bed. I
could tell she was not asleep just staring at the bottom of my bunk. We
had not said anything to each other about what had happened.
I climbed into my bunk and fell asleep.
On Saturdays, my daily life was different than the weekdays. Mondays
through Fridays I got up early for private swim practice with the twins,
after school I had another practice session and three times a week martial
arts class. When I was not in school, my days followed the same pattern
regardless. Saturdays were different in that I had an extra long practice
session in the morning and then a martial arts class that ended around
1pm.
The extra wait probably frustrated my cousin but I was glad for it because
I was trying to decide what I would do. I got home to a note from my
mother that she was taking Marisa to an aunt's house. My stepfather had
joined my cousin's father and mother on their final tourist trip. I knew
my cousin had ditched the trip to 'hang out' with me.
I showered as soon as I got home. I walked into my bedroom with just
shorts and a t-shirt on. Iris was sitting in front of the board game we
had played the day before. She smiled at me inviting me to a game. I sat
down next to her. We had not spoken to each other since it had happened. I
did not want to talk to her now.
I wanted what my cousin wanted. I wanted to be in Iris but did not have
what he did to bring the issue forward. I played a quiet game with her. I
was waiting for the knock on the door and I think she was too. She laughed
happy to have won the first game. I did not look at her just looked at the
board. I was waiting for the knock on the door and did not notice when she
put her hand on my leg. I did feel but could not focus on the small
motions she made on the inside of my thigh. My attention was waiting for
the knock that I was sure would introduce me to sex.
He rang the doorbell. I began to get up but Iris had been waiting also.
She played her hand and it trumped my cousin's.
As I was standing up, her hand moved to my crotch. I noticed that and
collapsed back down. Her hand followed me so that her palm stayed in my
crotch. I looked down at her hand; I was not imagining it. I turned to
look at her. She was finishing the setup of the game board with her other
hand. I looked down at her hand again and thought about its placement.
I tried to figure out what she was thinking. He started to hit the
doorbell about every three seconds to get me to come to the door. I was
busy looking at Iris, looking at her hand and thinking about the change in
the situation. I was getting nowhere when he started to knock on the door.
I looked at the hallway outside my room. I wanted to get up and let in
everything he was going to do.
But her hand was on me.
I looked at her again. She picked up the dice in her other hand and turned
to me. She held them up for me to take. I accepted them and studied them
in my hand. I looked back at her; she gave me eye contact. I wanted to
speak but did not want it to end. She smiled at me and her hand started to
come off my lap.
At least, I thought her hand was going to come off my lap. She looked back
to the board and waited for me to roll the dice. Her fingertips and nails
stayed on me. This time I tried not to look down at her hand. She moved on
me. She trailed her contact points along my penis. My cousin began to
pound on the door. She kept making trails on my dick with her fingertips
and nails. Surprise had stopped me from getting too hard but surprise
could not stop me with lines of pleasure being drawn on my dick. I looked
at the board still thinking about what to do. I closed my eyes and
concentrated on her motion back and forth on my dick.
My cousin increased the strength of his pounding and added an occasional
yell of my name. I was getting uncomfortable and moved my upper body back
and shifted my hips to allow my dick the expansion room I needed when her
hand started moving on me. She took the motion differently than I meant
it. I had not yet decided whether to get up or not but she seemed to think
I had and tried to change my mind.
She closed her hand on my dick; I looked down. I stopped thinking about my
cousin or Iris. I stared at her hand closed on my dick.
My mind was made up for me.
She did not know it though and I must have waited too long. She began to
stroke me slowly. I closed my eyes again enjoying the sensation of someone
else's hand giving me pleasure. I opened my eyes to look at her. She
continued to stroke me. The selfish part of me that had gotten my cousin
outside the day before whispered to me. Iris was offering herself as the
price for me not to open the door. I wanted to not be a virgin anymore
badly, but the whispers told me if I waited I would not have to share her.
Yesterday, she had accepted the naked contact with my dick. She had to
have known my cousin was going to do something but she stayed in the room.
The whispers explained she had stayed for me. She wanted what happened but
she wanted it with me. She had allowed the contact of my flesh on her
flesh.
I rolled the dice on the board ignoring the pounding at the door.
The next day my mother made me go see my cousin and his family to the
airport. He did not talk to me; he barely looked at me except to give me
angry eyes. I had accepted the Iris price so what did I care about him.
A couple of days later the twins and I were subjected to a battery of
medical tests that our parents explained away as wanting to make sure the
change in intensity our coach wanted would be okay. I thought it was
strange that I had to masturbate into a cup as part of the test. The
parents were hiding something but I was the unlucky one. The conversation
with the doctor was painfully uncomfortable so I did my best to forget it
as soon as possible. I only realized how much that conversation affected
me at the end of the summer.
The rest of the summer passed quickly in sexual moments of increasing
intensity. Day to day and even week-to-week my schedule varied very little
except with Iris. I took swimming practice in the morning, I spent the
time I would have in school at the Smith house playing or talking to
Rachel, I took afternoon swim practice and then my martial arts classes.
At night and on weekends, Iris and I balanced on whatever step we were on
the sexual ladder.
My cousin forced the first step but I did not know how to continue because
Iris took control when her hand stroked my dick. I expected her to lead,
but she expected me, as the male, to lead. We had to take steps backward
before we could go forward now that my cousin was no longer a catalyst.
It started innocent enough and she did take the lead. A few nights after
my cousin left we were lying in bed when her hand touched me on the wall
side of our bunks. I turned and tried to grab her hand. She got away from
me but I followed her hand with my mine. It became a game of her trying to
catch my hand on her side, and me trying to catch her hand on mine.
Eventually, we were holding hands mostly on her side since my hand could
hang down as I lay on my stomach. Finally, I felt her hand slip out of
mine as she fell asleep.
We played that game for days before she took the next step. The game
started the same but I heard her move on the bunk. I moved my hand and
felt her shoulder. She grabbed it and moved it to the neck of her gown. I
touched her skin understanding what she wanted me to do. I reached into
her gown until I touched a developing breast. I could feel her breath on
my forearm. I did not really know what to do but the magazines always
talked about a woman's nipples as a center of sexual pleasure. I tried to
do what I could; gentle touches, passes of my fingertips, playing with it
by tugging. She moved so that her other breast got attention. I figured
she must have liked it so I did more of the same. After a while, I moved
back to the first breast. This continued with me going from one breast to
another. After some time, she lay down and we held hands until she fell
asleep.
Another step up came that Sunday. We were playing in the park, nothing
more chasing each other getting a sexual grab and the grabber becoming the
chased. We were alone so we were noisy in the last chase as she ran for
the apartment. I was on her heels but letting her stay ahead, I knew we
were on an edge. She ran into our apartment and inside my room. I caught
her in the middle of the room and we fell down together. I ended up on top
of her. She tried to tickle me off and it caused a lot of squirming and
rubbing on each other. I got hard as the rubbing at our hips got to me.
She stopped moving and looked at me. I wanted to keep rubbing on her but
could not with her being still. I looked into her eyes; they were dark
almost black. We froze for a minute just looking at each other. She moved
towards me and I responded by mimicking her movement. Our lips touched in
a quick kiss. She let her head fall back down to the floor and tickled me
again. We squirmed and rubbed some more. She stopped moving as she felt my
rubbing becoming the focus of my movement. I looked down at her; she
stared back.
This time I initiated the kiss. As my first kiss, it was probably more
intense than it should have been. We broke it only to start another. The
rubbing started again, this time the kissing gave her something to hide
behind. I heard the front door open and stopped my motion. I looked down
at her. She smiled at me and moved towards me. It was another quick kiss
like the first one except it held promise.
I think the kissing was too much for both of us. We wanted the sexual but
the kissing made it intimate. We did not do it again except on weekends.
We made the chase and kiss a ritual to maintain enough distance to be
safe.
It slowed the progress for two weeks. I let her pick the time to move
forward not wanting to lose what I had and having learned she wanted the
rest. We returned to using the hand game as a method of progress. I was
playing with her breasts when her hand came up. It appeared by my crotch.
I looked at it and the whispers said it was an invitation. I pulled my
hand up to play with her hair. I had done it while we played her board
game and knew she liked it. It allowed me to turn my hips so that I could
place my crotch on her hands. She took my dick in a firm grip. I was
already hard so she stroked me slowly. I continued to play with her hair
as she did it. After a few minutes, she lay down again taking her hand
away. I thought it was over until her hand appeared. We played the catch
me game for a bit. She caught me on her side and held on. I thought it was
over and closed my eyes. She had different plans; she moved my hand to her
body. I touched naked skin trying to recognize what my fingers were
touching. It was the peach fuzz that stopped my breath. She was pushing
her pelvis up to get into a position where my hand could touch her there.
I moved downwards on her body. I was in unfamiliar territory but was eager
to become better acquainted. I felt her lips and ran my fingers on them. I
tried to match what my fingers were touching with the pictures in the
magazines. I split her lips with one finger and ran it up and down. I was
not thinking about her pleasure but trying to see with my fingers. I felt
the place where my penis would fit if I were on top of her. I dipped a
finger inside and pulled it back out again quickly. I did not know how far
she was willing to go so I took a step forward and then two back only to
return to the step she had allowed. I touched her lips again just running
my fingertips up and down. I split her lips with one finger, this time
when I moved downward I penetrated with my finger and left it inside her.
I moved my finger in and not quite out of her. In my mind, it was the hard
dick I was rubbing against the bed that was moving inside her. She must
have tired because her pelvis moved away from me. I heard moans from below
me as I rubbed myself to orgasm on the bed.
We stayed at that sexual level of my touching naked pussy for a couple of
weeks that summer.
She had things to teach me.
She grabbed my hand in certain moments and I did not understand it.
Finally, I figured out that she was stopping me when it felt good to her
and she wanted me to continue there. My fingers inside her did not do as
much for her as rubbing the juncture at top of her pussy lips. The whole
clit thing that the stories talked about cleared up for me. I wanted to
give her pleasure so one night when she stopped me I tried to focus on
where the magazines said her clit was. I felt the small bump and thought I
had it. I concentrated on the bump and changed between quick circles and
rubbing up and down. She let go of my hand but lifted her hips higher,
closer to me. I rubbed harder on the bed. I heard her gasp as I gave my
first orgasm to a woman. She dropped her hips to the bed leaving my hand
hanging down. Her moan at the aftershocks was company for my orgasm.
My learning how to give her orgasms hindered our moving forward. I guess
she wanted to enjoy them. I thought it would make what I really wanted
more possible so did not complain.
After a week of giving her pleasure, I was ready for something new. I was
lying on my bed in just shorts one night that my stepfather had taken my
mother and Marisa out. I was never a part of those types of family
functions so Iris and I were alone in the house. She was cleaning up in
the kitchen. She did not have to but I think she was aware that we were
going to make a forward leap.
I had not planned it, but I knew what I was going to do. I opened a
Penthouse and started looking through it waiting for her. It was a part of
bringing our sexual play into the open and not reserving it for bedtime.
She came into the room and closed the door behind her. I did not look at
her. She moved around the room for a time slowly getting closer to the
bed.
She sat down by me and looked at the magazine.
"Look at this," I said pointing at the pictures. Not the best line but it
was something. She nodded and stared at the pictures of the naked
centerfold. I sat up and changed pages. I put my hand on her stroking up
and down her back.
We looked at the magazine for a while with me just rubbing her back. We
got to the end of the magazine and I pushed it off the bed. She did not
say anything or move away. I gave her a very inexperienced back rub. She
put her head down so her dark hair took her face from my view. The only
light in the room was coming from the window.
I pulled her back so we could lie down. I stroked her stomach moving up to
her neck. With our legs off the bed, I was not where I wanted to be. I
grabbed one of her arms and pulled her with me as I straightened us. She
allowed me to guide her into position. She maintained her silence but her
willingness to move with me was enough of a response for me to continue.
She wore a dress, which made what I wanted that afternoon easier. I played
from her stomach to her neck without touching her breasts. I began to feel
the heat from her body. I moved my hand to her opposite side and pushed
myself up so I was looking down at her. Her eyes were closed but she was
relaxed. I moved down and took her into a kiss; she kissed me back.
I wanted the kissing to be a part of it. I knew the kissing would be the
beginning in other relationships and this was opportunity to see how that
worked. I lay more of my weight on top her which freed my hand to touch
her. I stroked her stomach and moved to cup a small breast. I rubbed her
through the dress only enough to make the next touch not seem unnatural. I
reached down below her dress and stroked her thighs with my fingertips.
She tensed so I continued to stroke her legs and kissing her until she
relaxed again. When she did, I took the stroking higher until I was below
her short dress but not on her panties. She tensed again and again I kept
it there until she relaxed. Next I moved to stroking her pubic area
through her panties. This time it took less time for her to relax. I felt
her cede control to me. I did not know how far she would go but while I
planned a big step it seemed to be the natural one to me.
I moved until a pair of my fingers stroked her pussy through the cloth. I
felt familiar wetness grow through her panties. I concentrated on the
wetness wanting it to grow beyond her power to control need. I moved my
hips away from her. I used the hand not stroking her to push my shorts
down my legs. I slowly pulled one leg out of my shorts and then the other.
I was completely naked on the same bed but Iris was still wearing all of
her clothing. I thought her clothing would keep from panicking and
stopping me.
I concentrated again on her pleasure changing the rhythm of my rubbing
every few strokes to keep her orgasm at bay. I had learned a lot about
giving her pleasure with my hand in the last week. I slowly approached her
with my hips. I had pushed the dress up her body so her entire legs were
exposed. One last movement brought my dick in contact with her naked hip.
She did not seem to notice and I did not push the issue.
I moved my hand away from her panty covered pussy and started rubbing her
stomach. I heard her moan in disappointment so I moved to the waistband of
her panties and pushed fingers underneath to play them on her pubic hair.
She froze again but I continued to play lightly with her pubes. It took
the longest time for her to relax. I kept my hips still to let her mind
and body fight out her next step. I had pushed it with both a naked touch
of my hand and dick. I moved up and kissed her hoping that would help her
body win. She reached up to grab the back of my head and deepened the
kiss. I knew it meant she was going to hide behind the kissing again.
I let it go for a minute letting her build the screen. I moved my hand
down so that I could run a finger through her lips. On the way back, I
focused on her clit letting it have a vote in our actions. She grabbed my
hair tightly for a moment and then relaxed. I played with her pussy lips
touching just the outside, up and down, parting them with a finger up and
down, using two fingers to spread them open, but always ending a series
with strokes on her clit meant to take her closer to pleasure.
She had taught me a lot about bringing her pleasure with my hands in the
last week.
My next move was to push her panties slowly down her legs to allow me
freer access to her pussy. She did not tense up at this just broke the
kiss with a moan and putting her head back on the pillow. She turned her
face away from me. I continued to play with her pussy using what she had
taught to keep her final pleasure away but bringing it closer step by slow
step. I pushed up on knee so that I could free my other hand. I used that
to grab her hand and close it on my hard dick; she gripped it. I lay back
down and continued my stroking on her body. This time I moved hips in
conjunction with the movement of my hand.
She was closer to orgasm than I was so I was not surprised when I felt her
body give its signals. I opened her pussy lips and used two fingers to
stroke her over the top. She gave a small yell and came on my hand. I
continued to rub knowing it brought her even more pleasure.
Her body stopped its reaction and I moved to lie on my back. She let go of
my dick and I thought it was over. She turned towards me and gripped my
dick with her other hand. She was not looking at me or my dick. She gave
the wall the same look she had the time my cousin and I were trying to rub
our cocks on her face. She stroked my dick. I closed my eyes and smiled up
at the bottom of my bunk; her stroking me was what I wanted.
She did not play with me the way I had with her. She kept up a steady up
and down stroke until I hunched my hips into her hands. She stopped and
let me fuck her hand before she started a faster stroke getting the
message that I needed more. I relaxed my hips on the bed and let her
continue without my help.
My orgasm came quickly after that. I gasped as my dick hardened a little
more and then cum shot out of my dick and onto my stomach. She kept
stroking until I stopped moving and my dick stopped cumming.
I lay there even after she got up and left the room.
The mutual masturbation removed the pressure to rush forward towards what
was becoming the inevitable conclusion to our sexual contact. I had been
ignoring my cum since my mother did not say anything about my dirty
laundry but having it hit the wall was not something I wanted to deal with
so orgasms as a part of the hand game were out. We settled into her
orgasms and my rubbing on the bed during the weekdays. We had couple more
weekends where on both Saturday and Sunday we had masturbation trades on
her bed.
We were in the middle of summer when the stakes were raised again. It was
not a major advance, but it was a necessary one. We had started as a
normal mutual masturbation except that her panties were around one ankle.
Her legs were spread bent at the knees to give me the freest access to
date. I was enjoying the freedom by keeping her on the edge having more to
stimulate. I had not put her hand on my dick yet. I wanted our pleasure to
be separate; it allowed me better control over hers. It was an uncle
lesson.
"Her pleasure first." He had said to me. "She'll forgive you a lot if her
pleasure is always first." I had not understood what he was trying to
teach me at the time. It was only with a girl naked with my hand rubbing
her to orgasm that I understood.
Her pleasure first.
She had her eyes closed so did not see when I straddled her body so that
my dick rested on her stomach. I had continued the motion on her pussy but
now I had to reach behind me to continue. I changed the stroking to get
her off.
She came down fast and opened her eyes to the sight of me on her stomach.
She looked at my crotch; I reached down and grabbed both her hands put
them on my hard dick. She did not look away as her hands stroked me. I
looked at her the entire time to make sure of that. I wanted the
acknowledgement of what we were doing and where we were heading. For the
first time she varied her strokes on me. She attempted to give me more
pleasure by doing as I did with her. I would approach orgasm with one
stroke and she changed it to a different kind. It was a new experience for
me. I helped her by trying to think of other things. It did not work very
well but she was doing a good enough job by herself.
My favorite was when she would stroke from the base of my dick up and off
my dick and then did the same with her other hand. She traded hands on my
dick and I felt myself crawl towards the largest orgasm of my life. She
must have felt it because she grabbed me with both hands and stroked me
fast and hard.
It WAS the largest orgasm of my young life and the most productive in cum.
I held onto the bottom of my bunk as I came on her stomach. She moved back
to the motion of one hand up and off my dick and then the other hand
milking my dick of every drop of cum it had to give for that orgasm.
I did not get off her when I was done. I looked at her and she looked up
at me. I put a hand on her stomach and spread my cum to form a thin film
on her skin. She never stopped looking at me. I stayed on top of her until
my cum dried on her.
I got off her to lie down next to her. She sat up, put her panties and her
dress back on. She turned to me and lay down with one hand across my chest
and her head on my shoulder.
I spent the next half hour listening to her breathing.
I had a two-day competition the next weekend that Rachel drove us so
nothing new occurred between Iris and I. It gave me time to think. I have
to admit the thinking did not help very much since we were trading control
back and forth but at no time did I know who's turn it would be next until
the next step had been taken. Rachel seemed to enjoy the trip; I was not
in the mood to deal with the twins so I spent a lot of time listening to
her. She drowned out the thoughts of Iris.
Iris and I did not play the hand game until Wednesday when I returned. We
reverted to the very beginning with her holding my hand until she fell
asleep. We were not scared it was just a brief visit to innocence.
Sunday started with a massive argument that ended only when my stepfather
stormed out of the house heading for his younger brother's home to get
drunk to the nines. My mother grabbed Marisa and yelled at us that she was
going to visit one of my Aunt's and would not be back until late.
I heard the ice cream truck. Iris and I raced downstairs to catch it. We
sat in the park enjoying the cold of the ice cream and the heat of the
day.
We joined a tennis ball baseball game. I played while Iris cheered from
the side. The game ended and most of us started to play a game of 31, a
team version of tag. At around dinnertime, everyone started to go his or
her own way. Iris and I walked to a near sandwich place and had some for
our dinner. We ate in the park not talking much. After eating, we started
to run around the park with no purpose.
She pushed me into a fence and ran from me, I chased her. It became our
game of sexual grab tag. It ended the way they always did. She was the
runner and I was fast on her heels. She ran into the apartment and I
caught her in the middle of my room. We fell to the floor with me on top
of her.
There was a difference though, she was wearing sweatpants and she ended up
on her stomach this time. I had gotten hard when she grabbed me the last
time before it was my turn to chase her. I was still hard as my dick lay
on her ass. She lay quietly beneath me.
I thought about what I could do considering the circumstances. I could get
up but I was enjoying the position. Finally, I got up to sit with my ass
by her knees. I looked down at her; she waited for me. I reached down
grabbed sweatpants and panties and pulled them to her knees. I looked at
her naked ass. She started to wriggle and might have stopped it except
that I lay back down but not on top of her though. I put one leg across
her knees to pin her legs and lay by her side. She stopped wriggling and
waited for me again. I used my foot to push her sweatpants and panties
farther down her legs while my hand traced patterns on her buttocks. I
liked female asses, and this was the first opportunity I had to play with
one. I grabbed each buttock and pulled it away from the other. I grabbed
each as hard as I could. I went back to tracing patterns.
I wondered if she would enjoy being touched from this angle and proceeded
to move my hand to touching her pussy. It was already wet so I slipped a
finger inside of her. She made little moaning sounds. It was different
because her clit was on the far end but there was something more mentally
stimulating for me. I rubbed her pussy, stuck a finger inside of her and
pumped it for a few strokes, rubbed her clit, and then played with her
ass. I continued that pattern until I felt her getting real close to her
orgasm. I gave her clit the attention it wanted and had a finger inside
her when her body began convulsing with pleasure. I kept rubbing even
after she was done and her body did not come completely down as every
other time. I got up almost on top her and increased my hand rubbing on
her pussy. She came again after a few minutes and it stunned me.
I did not know she could do that. The magazines had spoken of it but
usually it was oral sex and then dick sex. I did not know she could come
more than once with the same act. I stopped the rubbing and played with
her pussy lips. I sat up and undid the button of my jeans. I stared at her
ass and 'The Itch' came to my mind. I pushed my jeans down to my knees and
off my legs. I kept playing with her pussy lips as I stared at her ass and
my dick while thinking of 'The Itch.'
I was not scared of going all the way. It just seemed like going all the
way required certain steps beforehand.
I straddled her legs and grabbed an asscheek in each hand. I squeezed and
kneaded them. I separated them and looked down at her. I studied her pussy
and ass. I moved up and carefully placed my hard dick between her
asscheeks. I rubbed myself back and forth enjoying the feeling of her skin
on my dick. The contact was softer than her palms plus I controlled the
motion. I pushed her asscheeks together to give me more contact and rubbed
myself back and forth. I began to alternate between spreading her
asscheeks and using them to hold my dick while I rubbed against her. I lay
down on top of her with my dick along her asscrack. I put my weight on my
hips and started to rub myself with intention. I put my hands above her
head and she grabbed my wrists with her hands. She moved her ass to help
me to my orgasm. I sped up the movement of my hips until I felt the
pressure get to the breaking point. I stopped moving and let rubbing her
ass on my dick finish me. I came and felt the wetness on my stomach. I
rubbed against her again as the orgasm ended to hold on to the pleasure a
little bit longer.
We lay there with my dick on her ass and my cum on our skin. I slipped to
the side but pulled and turned her so that we stayed in contact exactly as
we had been when I came.
We were too young and inexperienced to extend the time before intercourse
with something like oral sex. That is to say I was too young and she let
me lead too much for us to extend the time before intercourse with oral
sex. I knew about it from the magazines but it was not as real as my dick
inside a woman. We also could not be alone during the week because of my
practice and martial arts classes. The weekends held pockets of time but
we almost always had to look over our shoulders in case someone came home.
After getting to the rubbing myself on her ass to cum stage, it was almost
the end of the summer before I forced the final step.
It was the second to last summer weekend. We had gone to the lake in the
mountains. We left Friday morning and were not planning to come home until
Sunday afternoon. Most of the extended family was going; both on my mother
and stepfather's side. Nobody really got along but my stepfather still
tried to make it all work.
Naturally the summer was a repeat of every year before. Each side made
angry eyes at the other; my mother and stepfather channeled each side's
dislike into vocal arguments of increasing intensity. The younger set was
no better but we were smart enough not to bother trying to get along and
separated into family packs.
The lake was meant for recreational boating but for swimming there was a
public pool. Most of the kids spent their time there albeit on opposite
sides according to family lines.
Iris took every opportunity in the pool to grab my dick. If we played pool
tag, her touch would always be on my dick. If we were roughhousing it, she
would try to distract me by running her hand up and down my hardening
dick. Time out of the water was no better. She touched me every chance she
got. I tried to be stoic about it but sharing a cabin with some of my
younger cousins meant I could not get relief from Iris or myself.
Late Sunday morning I went for a walk around the lake. Every year I tried
to get all the way around but usually got bored too fast. For the most
part it was a way to get away from the families.
Iris went with me that year. She had free reign with the teasing on the
walk. The first time she pulled me into the woods and shoved a hand down
my swim trunks and gave me a couple of strokes. She stopped suddenly and
ran down the path. I had no choice except to follow her especially when I
saw a pair of hikers coming our way preventing me from getting some
revenge.
Five minutes later she did the same thing again.
The time after that she pushed my trunks down and stroked my dick for
longer. When she ran, it was fifteen minutes before we were alone on the
path again. She looked at the woods and asked when we were going to turn
around. I shrugged my shoulders and started walking back. She pulled me
into the woods again. She pushed my shorts down and stroked me to a
violent hardness. She ran when she felt me move to grab her. I pulled my
shorts up and walked back to the path. I was determined now to let her
play her game. I could not win and while extremely frustrating I did know
where she lived and would get relief eventually. Of course, that was not
really my thought process. It was justification for being too distracted
by her hand on my dick every time she pulled me into the woods and
therefore not being able to grab her and get the pleasure I needed.
We got back from the walk to find that my mother and stepfather had done
their yearly blowout early. They were usually good until 3 pm every year
but this time it had started at 12:30pm. My mother pointed Iris and me at
an uncle's van. Iris and I looked at each other and walked very fast to it
having no desire to be caught in the crossfire.
We jumped into the van looked around and moved to the back. There were
only the front seats and a backseat. Past the backseat was empty except
for a large cushion to sleep on. My uncle was not in a very successful
marriage and slept in his van whenever he got kicked out of his house.
Iris and I sat on the cushion claiming it against the arrival of further
passengers. We were both surprised when we heard the driver side door slam
shut, the engine start, and the van start moving.
"Both you stay back there and be quiet!" my mother yelled at us.
Iris and I looked at each other nervously. We peeked over the back seat
and saw that it was only my mother in the van with us. We ducked behind
the seat before she could notice us. We sat there waiting for my mother to
pull over and let some of the other family get in the van. There was more
than enough room in the other cars since my uncle had driven up alone. We
startled a little when my mother turned the radio on loudly.
Iris and I started playing a sitting version of our hand game. There was
more pulling on each other in this game. We got on the highway and Iris
lay down on the cushion on her side facing away from me. I turned around
so that I was sitting facing the front of the van. The horniness had been
a small discomfort. I had been aware of it but it had been there since the
first time Iris grabbed me in the pool. We had been on the highway for
twenty minutes when my dick brought the horniness to the forefront and
blotted out everything else.
I started rubbing the small of her back. She was wearing a thin, short
summer dress so it moved freely beneath my hand. I watched as every upward
movement made the dress ride up her legs. I started to make an effort to
get the dress to move upward. I rubbed her back a little bunching the
dress up, moved my hand upward with just enough pressure so the dress rode
up.
I got the dress to just below her ass when I moved to rubbing the back of
her thighs. I ran my fingertips and nails on them in small circles and
long lines. I felt her body give small shivers at the treatment. I put my
hand on the inside of her knee and ran it upwards until I was beneath her
dress. I pushed that side of the dress up and off her ass. I used my other
hand to get the other side up to her waist. I went back to running small
circles on her legs to see if she would let the dress stay there.
She did, so I moved the circles to her buttcheeks. I straddled her legs
and started running my fingers on her ass with both hands. I felt small
shivers run through her body again. I took that to be signal that I could
move on. She was wearing white panties and I ran the tips of my fingers
along the edges at her waist and her buttcheeks.
I waited for her to start wriggling her ass before I went to the next
movement in our dance. We had done this before and it was almost
choreographed. It took longer than usual probably because my mother was
driving. I tried to persuade her by running my fingers just on the inside
of her panties. It did the trick and she start to wriggle and roll her
hips side to side.
I made her wait figuring it was only fair after what she had done during
the walk. I was also a little nervous with my mother in the van. I got up
on my knees to look over the seat. My mother was very focused on the road
and looked to be talking to herself. I had seen her like this before and
even though it was a five-hour drive thought we might just make it back
without her taking a break.
I sat back and looked at Iris's ass. I reached to the waist of her panties
and started to pull them down. She raised her hips a little to give me
what I needed to get them past the important area. I moved backwards and
got them just a little past her knees. I got off her legs, raised her
calves and in a quick motion got them completely off her. She started to
get up to protest but I straddle one leg and kept her down with one hand
on the small of her back. She lay down for a second but her body tensed as
she prepared to make another attempt to get up. I pushed the leg I was not
straddling away from me to give me better access. I opened her pussy lips
with my free hand enough to be able to put two fingers on her clit and
start to rub.
She raised her ass; not to get up but to increase the pressure. Having
gotten the vote from her body, I eased off her clit and moved to grabbing
and kneading her ass. I looked down at her pussy as it opened and closed
depending on my actions with her asscheeks. She gave a little moan when I
pulled one hand off her ass and penetrated her with two fingers. I fucked
my fingers in and out of her.
I had learned she liked this but it made her upward climb very slow. It
was easier to keep her up there if I did this though. I had given her more
than one orgasm a session since I found out she could have more. It had
changed our sexual relationship. Her participation became more open like
the ass wriggling. I also began to control the action more when she
started to get multiple orgasms. It was something that I had filed away as
very useful information.
I moved to rubbing her clit exclusively. I wanted her to have an orgasm
but not come down from it completely. I did not have to wait long. She
pushed her face into the cushion, lifted her ass and pushed it towards me.
I pulled my fingers from her clit and pushed them inside her. She was too
far gone to not orgasm but it had a touch of emptiness to it. I needed
that emptiness because my body was in total agreement with the whispers
that had started in the woods as she teased me about what we were going to
do. I pumped my fingers in and out of her slowly. I made each finger dip
shallower so that she had to raise her ass and open herself if she wanted
to get deeper penetration. She did exactly what I wanted with her body so
when she was in position I stopped moving backwards.
I got up on my knees but kept my upper body low so that my mother could
not see me over the backseat. I pushed one side of my shorts down my hips.
I kept up the motion with my fingers so that she would not turn around. I
had been naked in front of her before especially in this position but I
did not want to take the chance that my mother would make her wary. I
pushed the other side of my shorts down. I shoved my fingers as deep into
her as I could and started to rub the inside walls of her pussy. She
rolled her ass to help. I lifted a leg and pushed my shorts to my knees. I
used my feet to get my sneakers off and in another quick move got my
shorts off one leg. I repeated the actions on the other side so that I was
naked from the waist down.
Fate was on Iris and my side that day because if my mother had stopped we
would not have been able to collect ourselves fast enough to not get
caught.
I straddled her leg again. She put her face in the cushion again telling
me she was close to another orgasm. I bent the leg I was not straddling at
the knee and pushed the leg outward again. This opened her pussy
completely to me. I moved forward and shifted over so that my dick was
pointed at her pussy. I moved my finger out of her pussy and moved my hand
down so that my thumb was rubbing her clit but my dick would have access
to her opening. It slowed her ascent down but very soon she started to
approach the edge of her orgasm again. I moved closer to what I needed.
She was too close to cumming to feel where my dick touched her as I moved
into position.
This was a lesson from uncles. "Get her close to the edge and from there
she'll take just about anything if it gets her over also."
Iris was close and so was I. I touched her naked pussy with my dick for
the first time. I rubbed her clit faster so that she would not notice. I
used my other hand to line myself up. I opened her with that hand and put
the head of my dick so that when I let go of her pussy lips they closed
around it. I pushed forward enough to know I would penetrate with a quick
hip movement. I grabbed her asscheek with my free hand so that she would
be open for the thrust. I was not in a very comfortable position but my
dick was the focus of my attention so any discomfort was ignored. I pushed
in with the thumb at her clit and made my motions much smaller and tighter
on her clit.
I felt small shivers in her body that signaled the beginning of her
orgasm. I thrust in with my hips getting a good two inches of my dick
inside of her. She made an attempt to get up which only seated me deeper
inside her.
My body moved to block her from escape. My left hand grabbed her by the
base of her ponytail and pulled her head back. My right hand reached
around to cup her mouth. I stayed liked that only long enough so that the
pressure I applied over her mouth told her to keep quiet. In the meantime,
I moved my right leg up to block the leg I was not straddling from moving
in, keeping her open to my dick.
I took my right hand off her mouth and grabbed her asscheeck tightly. I
pulled it upwards to make her pussy more accessible. I could not wait any
longer, I pulled back an inch and then thrust into her trying to get
completely inside her. I almost managed it but not quite. I pulled back
two inches from that level of penetration and thrust into her again. It
got me as far as the position would allow me inside her, I felt her move
her hips down at the end to try to avoid the brunt of my thrust. It did
not matter I was seated firmly inside my first pussy.
I felt it then, one of the best feelings in the world. It was so unique to
my experience that I opened my eyes. She had done a small roll with her
hips similar to the one that she did to signal I could take her panties
off. After the roll, her pussy had squeezed my dick as if she was trying
to push me out. I naturally pushed into her to prevent it. Her pussy had
opened to accept the push and then had squeezed me again. It opened again
and I felt a flood of wet warmth. She thrust back with her ass and her
pussy had squeezed me again.
I looked at her. I was still pulling her head back by her ponytail but she
had a hand over her mouth trying to prevent any noise from escaping. She
was a willing participant in her own fucking and it took me over the top.
I pulled back halfway and managed to thrust into her before I lost it.
It was another one of those best feelings in the world. My cock released
my cum into its first pussy. I convulsed as I felt another shot of cum
escaping my body. Iris had learned something about this from somewhere
because she rolled her hips and squeezed her pussy increasing my pleasure
by milking my dick. I did not pull back or try to push farther into her. I
let go of her ponytail and put my hand down beside her head. I let more of
my weight settle on my hips to keep me inside her as I rolled my head back
and enjoyed the last vestiges of my first fuck orgasm.
I should have pulled out of Iris and fallen down beside her, that should
have been how my first fuck ended. But I had been teased in increasing
intensity for the last three days. I was also at an age where quantity was
what counted as sexual stamina.
I started to pull out and the friction was a source of pleasure. I had
been too busy in that first series of thrusts concentrating on getting
inside of Iris to enjoy being inside my first pussy. I had come down far
enough where the feeling of a pussy around my dick became the focus. I
pulled back but Iris's pussy was gently fighting the motion. I only got
halfway back before I moved my hips forward so that I was heading toward
depth again.
I did it again.
Pulled back slowly allowing her pussy a chance to try to convince my dick
not to leave, and then thrust back into her just as slowly. I did this for
a while; a slow pull back and then a thrust back into her.
I put my right hand back on her asscheek and pulled upward again. I sat up
a little more so that I could look at our joining. I pulled back almost
completely out of her and pushed back in again. It hypnotized me: the
motion, the vision of my dick and her pussylips. It was true when I pulled
back her pussylips puffed outward as if her pussy was elongating itself to
give me a chance to change my mind. When I thrust forward, her pussy
turned inward welcoming my dick.
I wanted to try something else that I had seen in a magazine and had
nearly cum at the sight of. I pulled my right leg and grabbed her right
leg my hand. I pulled it towards her left leg so that I could straddle
both her legs. It had caused me to pull out of her slightly. I thrust
myself back inside her deeply.
I sat back a little pulling some of my dick out of her. I thrust into her
and back in small motions with my hips. It looked fantastic almost as if I
were fucking her ass. It felt even better though especially when she got
into it and rolled her hips as I penetrated into her.
I felt the horniness in my dick increase as I hardened completely again. I
tried to make the small thrust faster but they were no longer enough. I
put my hands on either side of her shoulders and leaned my upper body
towards her. She raised her ass up a little giving me a better angle. My
thrusting in and out of her was not very coordinated; Iris did not help by
attempting to thrust with me. Most the time we missed on the timing so
that she was moving downward when I was. I put a stop to it by putting my
hips down on her completely and holding myself there. She got the message
and stopped moving. I gave an experimental pump back and into her, she
accepted it without moving.
This set me free to do what I needed to release the orgasm I felt building
in my body. The thrusts were slow at first because of our failed attempt
at synchronizing. During that first fuck and later, slow full thrusts were
my favorite. I pulled back as far as I could while still maintaining dick
to pussy contact and then pushed myself inside her again. It felt good,
the pulling out slow made my foreskin cover the head of my dick. I pulled
out so that only the very tip of my dick was in her opening marking where
I was going when I reversed direction. The slow fuck back into her felt
like I was recovering some part of my first penetration into a pussy and
reliving it. The part of me that was still aware of my surroundings took
note that the slow pullout and repenetration were driving Iris insane. Not
a bad insane, but a 'if I keep this up the orgasm is going to feel like it
lasted a week' insane.
Unfortunately, the rest of me wanted a version of insane for myself that
would only last seconds. I only pulled out about halfway and then thrust
back into Iris hard. She grunted and her pussy squeezed me in the
beginning throes of orgasm. My control shattered and I started to pump in
and out of her as fast as I could. It was not long after that I felt
something clench in my ass and the floodgates opened. I managed to grip
the cushion in my hands as cum seemed to pour out of my dick into Iris. It
was a different orgasm than the first, it was longer and my dick had a
dull ache throughout it. I dropped my head so that my forehead was resting
on Iris's ponytail. She began to clench and unclench her pussy on my cock
while rolling her hips. I wondered if my uncles had given her sexual
lectures also as her actions cradled my fall from orgasm.
This time I did pull out and let myself slide to her side. I put my hand
on her back and closed my eyes. I knew I could not fall asleep but most of
me wanted desperately to do just that. I sat up when I felt myself
drifting knowing if I let the tide take me my mother might catch me naked
in the back of the van, which was something I did not want to explain. I
looked around and grabbed my shorts and Iris' panties. She had sat up with
me but did not look at me when I handed the panties to her.
I put my shorts on and lay down looking at the top of the van. I guessed
that we must not have made too much noise since my mother had not yelled
at us to be quiet or stopped the van to investigate. This time I let
myself go when I felt myself drifting towards sleep.
I have never been capable of smelling 'post-coital' scents. I can
definitely tell by smell when a woman is turned on but that is pretty much
the only sex smell that I recognize. If I had more experience, I would
have known that the smell was overpowering enough for my mother not to
have to guess what we were doing in the back.
We visited a rest stop two hours from home for food. We had lost the rest
of the families far behind according to my mother. She was very talkative
and physically affectionate to me.
We very rarely touched so it was a surprise to me to have her hug me four
or five times in a half hour period. I put it down to her needing comfort
since the argument had been more venomous than usual. I hoped that this
marked the end of my mother's marriage.
We piled into the van and I sat in the backseat staring at the road. I did
not think I had raped Iris but I was a little disturbed with the thought
that I might have forced something from her she was not ready to give. I
did not doubt she had enjoyed it but still.
Iris was sitting in the passenger front seat chatting with my mother. I
stared at her trying to figure out what she was feeling. She seemed
relaxed and was happily entertaining my mother with girl talk. As I
continued staring, I noticed she seemed more real to me. I shrugged
thinking it was probably that we had sex and if she did not think I had
forced her we would probably have more of it. I thought that probably
helped in making someone more real to the eyes of a 13-year-old male. I
looked into the back of the van to see if we had messed up the cushion.
I nearly panicked.
Lying in the middle of cushion were Iris's white panties. I snapped back
to look at Iris. She had not gone in the back of the van after the rest
stop. I had given them back to her but she must not have put them on. She
had been walking around and eating with her sex exposed to fresh air. She
was wearing a thin short summer dress so there must have been slips where
other people could notice. Even now sitting in the passenger seat, my
mother could have seen her pantyless state if she looked for it.
The rest of the trip the imagery played out in my head.
"Iris are you wearing panties?" my mother would ask curiously.
"No sister, David took them from me." Iris would say innocently sealing my
fate. After that I could only hope we were hit head on by a truck that had
crossed the divider. Worse if my stepfather was the one that found out, he
would be proven right about everything and be male about the entire
situation to my mother and me.
Nothing like that happened but I was on tender hooks until my mother
parked in front of our apartment building. I made sure to get the panties
from the back of the van. I had nowhere to hide them so I had to be
satisfied with stuffing them in my shorts.
We hung out in the park with the girl talk continuing while we waited for
the rest of the families. I sat across from their park bench praying that
I would escape from the 'Iris without panties around the families'
situation. I noticed that I was getting peeks of peach-fuzz bush and pussy
lips every now and then as Iris moved. She definitely had to have given
someone who noticed a show at the rest stop. I became increasingly
surprised that my mother had not noticed.
The families arrived and we started stacking people's belongings. There
was still food so a truce was declared so that people could eat. It nearly
drove me crazy because there were more people around Iris and I knew any
minute I would hear the question.
"Iris, why aren't you wearing panties?"
"David took them off me in the van."
I froze as one of my uncle's put a hand on the small of Iris back to lean
down and talk to her. Normally, I would not have noticed what happened
next but everything Iris did and what people might be seeing because of it
had become very important. My uncle's hand took a dip downward, cupped a
cheek and then patted it. His hand stopped moving as he discovered what I
had feared someone else would. He moved his hand to the small of her back
and ran his fingers down the crack of her ass obviously looking for her
panties. You would think it would not be possible for me to be more still
than frozen but I managed it. My mind shutdown to protect me from the
ramifications when my uncle looked at me smiled and nodded.
I nodded back dumbly.
The truce held long enough for the families to make it into the liquor. It
was a public park so the conspiracy helped keep the truce alive until
enough of them were hitting the beginning stages of drunk. I carried our
stuff upstairs figuring that would give me a little peace before the wars
started.
I was surprised that everyone got along fine and were all intent on
ignoring the sniping going on between my mother and my stepfather. I just
watched Iris and my uncles as my mind started to allow me access to the
possibilities in my uncle's smile. He was the oldest and Iris had lived
with his family before moving in with us. His wife was from the old
country and reminded me very much of my aunts. She did not quite worship
my uncle but there was definitely no doubt he was in charge and she was
happy to have it so. My mind shutdown again when I caught most of my
uncles inspecting Iris for panties. They all gave me the same smile and
nod.
I thought about something else and my heart stopped and then raced. I had
not thought about the consequences of what I was doing so pregnancy had
not been on my mind before, during or after I fucked Iris. A baby would be
much more difficult to explain. My breath exploded out of my lungs as I
remembered that was one bullet I was not going to be catching. Two months
before "The Itch" the twins and I managed to get infected with every
childhood disease under the sun. We each got a different one and traded
between us causing a very miserable month. The battery of tests after my
male cousin from Puerto Rico left had been due to that. The doctors had
worried that the combination of diseases, the fevers that we ran, and our
age could combine for permanent damage. The parents knew we had to be
tested, as soon they were sure we were ejaculating. I was the unlucky one
because I was at the beginning of major sexual development that month. The
reason that conversation with my doctor was uncomfortable was that he was
tried to explain in front of my mother that the odds of my having children
without major medical assistance were astronomically low. I was except for
a 1 in one hundred million chance sterile. The good side of that
conversation came to me as I sat watching Iris. I relaxed and thought
considering I dodged that bullet what it did matter that Iris was walking
around without panties.
I went back to watching my uncles and Iris. My eyes wandered over to my
youngest aunt after Iris. She was watching me watch my uncles and Iris. It
was in her eyes, she knew what I had done and knew why my attention was
focused on my uncles and Iris.
She smiled at me also.
There was hunger in that smile and my mind did the shutdown trick for a
third time that afternoon.
It was much longer before my mind let me look at my extended family again.
There was something going on, very much underneath the surface but they
were letting me take a look at it now. Maybe I was wrong but I could not
escape the conclusion that there was something here I was being allowed to
see for the first time. I sat in the park for the rest of the family
drunken truce trying to figure out all the possibilities. It was fruitless
but better than looking too deeply into the ones that made the most sense.
I headed upstairs to shower when it became obvious that sobriety was going
to make an early visit. I took a long shower with water hot enough to be
nearly scalding. I did not do a lot of thinking beneath the water; mostly
I let the heat wash away any thinking.
I got out of the shower when I heard the loud knock on the door. I did not
want my stepfather on my case that night. It had all in all been a great
day even with the confusion of my family and the fears over Iris. I did
not think Iris was going to hold the way it happened against me and if she
did it would only be for a little while. I would have to take a step or
two back but we lived in the same room. I had time and she could not avoid
me.
I walked to my room with just shorts and a t-shirt on. I heard my mother
and Iris talking in the kitchen when I passed it. It was dark out and
almost my bedtime so there was no reason not to get into bed. I was hoping
to avoid any conversation with Iris if she was holding a grudge for what I
had done. Tomorrow would be soon enough to deal with that.
The door opening woke me up. I turned my head to see who it was. Iris was
walking into the room with a towel wrapped around her. I looked at the
clock; I had slept for an hour. I stared at the ceiling while Iris got
ready for bed. I listened for noises outside our room but there was
nothing. Marisa would be asleep as soon as the opportunity allowed after
the type of weekend she had. My stepfather had been the heaviest drinker
in the park so he was probably asleep or rapidly approaching it. My mother
had been kept busy during the trip so I knew she would crash at her first
opportunity.
Iris got into her bunk beneath me. I listened to her get comfortable. I
looked back at the ceiling and started to think of what had happened in
the van. I could see in my mind what I had done; my body remembered how
she felt around my hard dick. I hoped I had not crossed the line so that I
could enjoy that again soon. I put my hand on my dick as it hardened. I
gave some serious thought to masturbation but decided not to because I did
not want to bring Iris and me to a head just then.
I heard the hand on the wall beside me. I turned and looked at it. Iris
had reached up where she knew my hips would be and was trying to grab at
me. I put my hand on hers. She grabbed it and pulled on me to get my hand
on her side.
I let her hand go and rolled off the side of the bed to stand beside our
bunks. I looked at her. She had pulled her hand down and lay down
completely on the bed. She pulled her legs up so they were bent at the
knees spread.
I understood it for the invitation it was.
I pulled the t-shirt over my head and pushed the shorts off my body. I
crawled between her legs; she reached between my legs and grabbed my dick.
I looked at her face; she was smiling at me. I brought my face to hers for
a kiss as I felt her place me carefully where a small movement had me
penetrating her with the head of my dick. I felt her put her hands on my
hips and she opened her mouth to deepen the kiss. I pushed into her with
my hips penetrating her pussy as deep as I could with my dick while at the
same time my tongue invaded her mouth. She was wet and warm in both
places.
I felt her bring her legs up to take a light grip on my sides. She hitched
her hips so that the angle was better for our body. The motion got me a
little deeper inside her; I felt her body open to accept the extra depth
my body required. It had been a practiced motion; she had known what it
would do for her, what it would do for me. I thought about my uncle
smiling at me, about my aunt smiling at me.
Hers had been a hungry smile.
I started pumping into Iris as she grabbed my head and made the kiss more
intimate. I wanted to give her pleasure but I wanted to cum inside of her
pussy again. It was only the second time I had been inside of a woman and
my body wanted the completion that came with losing control. I did as I
remembered seeing in a magazine. I put my hands on the inside of each of
her legs. I pulled my upper body back and pushing her legs down to spread
her even more underneath me. I held her spread beneath me. I lost control
of myself and thrust into her hard. I felt her give a small yelp and then
she grabbed my hips but not to stop me just to be touching me. I let the
control stay lost and pumped into her as hard as I could. She sank her
nails into my hips in approval. I looked down at her but could barely
focus. I kept pumping in and out of her hard. I felt small prickles on my
chest as I approached my orgasm.
She put me over the top when she started coming. Her ass came off the bed
and she pushed herself to me. She rolled her hips in wild circles as her
body exploded in pleasure. I felt her body rub itself on the head of my
dick. I stopped moving but that only made her circle harder and faster. I
shot into her as the stimulation became too much. She reached up and
pulled me into a kiss as she kept her hips moving; not to give herself
pleasure but to extend mine.
I kissed her through my orgasm, past the aftershocks, and until I felt my
dick softening in her. I tried to get up to pull out of her, but she
wrapped her arms around me and kept me in place. I looked at her and she
shook her head. I let her have her way and kissed her. We slept spooned to
each other that night.
We slept like that a lot. My stepfather was in and out of the house. There
had been something different about the argument on the day I lost my
virginity. My mother was on a hair trigger with him. She never came into
Iris and my room so if my stepfather was staying with his brother we could
sleep together naked after sex.
Iris and I did not get experimental with sex, not even oral sex. We were
young and horny. Different positions were the most daring we got because I
wanted my dick in her and she wanted the same thing. I learned some
control but for the most part I got her off with my hands and then entered
her for my own orgasm.
Expanding my sexual horizons was left for the next summer.
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