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Subject: {ASSM} Plastice Darts (Chapter 2)
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Date: Thu, 31 Dec 2015 09:10:01 -0500
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Plastic Darts (Chapter  2)
 
    My first experience with a boy  cock, man cock, with a live pulsating 
cock, fueled my mind with a myriad of  images and thoughts.  Looking back on 
it nothing really earth shattering  for one reading this story.  A mutual 
exploration and masturbation; but for  a girl in her developing years, a 
Catholic girl at that, it was a guilty  experience.
    A girl going to a Catholic  school should be above these prurient 
desires and  thoughts.  This experience not a real shock that it happened, I have 
 thought about it before, just that it now happened.  I now had knowledge  
that I think most of the girls in my grade had not.
    The boy I will call him, was  older; but not as older in experience as 
he was in years.  He was a  relative and that is a shocker to many.  And did 
we feel guilty and  ashamed after this brief interlude, well I will let the 
rest of this story  explain how it went from there.
 
    I may have mentioned that my  cousin lived above me; but I am sure I 
didn't mentioned that it was a three  family house with a separate entrance 
for the second and third floor.   School was only a couple of blocks away from 
my house, across a park and then  another block.  A short walk to and from 
and convenient in some ways and  not so in others.  The park was a block 
square with lots of trees and  benches and a monument in the middle to fallen 
soldiers.  Paths spindled  out to the four corners and four sides like bike 
spokes.  The park was the  meeting place for many after school.  Remember it 
was over thirty years ago  and though outward physical touching wasn't 
really done there, lots of teasing  and smoking was.  
    As soon as a girl left the  campus of the school and reached the 
sidewalk, they were already  sporting skirts rolled higher from knee to mid thigh. 
 A button would  be opened on a blouse and many had a cigarette in their 
hands waiting to step  into the park and light up.  Slowly parading up and 
down the paths of the  park with your friends, showing of not yet shapely legs 
or filled out blouses as  we would put a little hitch in our steps as we 
walked past a group of  boys.  We teased, but not really sporting the equipment 
to  play the game.
    Seeing my cousin and his friends  on a bench, put a little bit of a 
twitch into my  immature ass as I walked  past them with my friend Alana.  A 
flush of heat in my cheeks as I looked  straight ahead pretending that I 
didn't know the boys were looking at my long  legs, exposed to mid thigh and the 
flip of my skirt hem.  Hearing their  laughter and whispered comments as we 
passed.  Flushing more thinking that  maybe they were sexual comments, 
rather then those of older boys joking about  and dismissing the flirtations of 
younger girls.
    Finally time to go home and do  my homework.  Picking up the 
Poughkeepsie Journal newspaper from the front  porch and carrying it up to the second 
floor and dropping off my books and then  walking up to the third floor to 
deliver the paper to my aunt.  This was an  older house and at each floor 
there was a roomy hallway.  Hearing the clank  of metal as I turned the corner 
on the steps and see my cousin working out with  a set of barbells.  He had 
already hanged to sweats and was doing a series  of curls as I reached the 
top landing.
    "Teasing little girl aren't  you."  His smile forced as he continues to 
curl the weights with his  arms.  "You like one of my friends, or you swish 
that ass of yours for all  the boys?"  Bending and setting down the 
barbells and stepping to me.   His hand  slapping against my skirt covered ass 
playfully.
    "I was just walking.   Didn't see you boys.  And I wasn't shaking my 
ass at some dumb boys."   In spite of myself, feeling heat in my cheeks.  I 
really haven't learned  the art of teasing without being obvious.  Jumping 
forward as I feel the  soft slap on my ass cheeks.  "Careful I don't tell your 
mommy."  My  words low so as to not let my aunt hear, as I open the door and 
talk with her  for a few minutes and then back to my apartment.  My cousin 
still working  out with the barbells and smiling as I skip down the stairs.
    It seemed that every time I  brought the paper up, he was in the 
hallway.  And I wondered at him not  picking it up himself when he came home.  
    Topping the last step to the  third floor, seeing him in the hallway 
and stepping towards me.  I will  take it, my mother isn't home right now.  
She should be home soon.   His hand brushing mine and then moving past it to 
touch the material of my  blouse over my left breast.  Feeling his fingers 
squeezing the small cup of  my bra and massaging the soft flesh of my breast 
as his other hand reaches  to squeeze my ass cheek.
    A soft moan, but not resisting  as I feel his fingers finding my nipple 
and pinching it.  My eyes closing  as I feel the thick nub swelling and the 
pleasing sensation.  One hand  still holding the paper between us, as my 
other hand reaches and rest on his  waist.  My eyes lifting to his as my body 
moves in place.  Hips  rolling as I feel my nipple aches so nicely.  
    His fingers slipping a button  open and then sliding under my blouse 
and the cotton pad of my bra  cup.   His fingers touching the warm flesh of my 
small breast and then  fingers tips brushing over the hardening nipple.  A 
soft moan and another  as the fingers roll the engorged nub of flesh.
    Letting his fingers move over my  breast and push at the strap of my 
bra, to loosen the cup and enable his fingers  to cup the soft flesh.  His 
other hand slipping down and raising the back  of my skirt.  His hand on the 
warm flesh of my thigh and sliding up to  knead the flesh of my ass cheek.
    No sure when the paper slipped  from my fingers; but now both of my 
hands resting on his sides, rubbing slowly  against his shirt.  Another soft 
moan as his hand reaches and undoes  another button on my blouse and then 
another.  Tugging the blouse from my  skirt and then pushing my bra up over my 
breast.  The point cone thrusting  from my chest as he leans down and suckles 
the hard tip.  My legs trembling  as I feel his lips and teeth and tongue 
moving over and around the hard  tip.  My breasts may be small; but they are 
tipped with big sensitive  nipples that quickly arouse.
    More then my legs are trembling  as I feel the shock of sensation 
moving from my nipples to my core.  My  hands reaching to his head and trying to 
pull his head away from the swollen  point.  My other hand tugging at his 
other hand and trying to pull it from  my ass cheek as I feel myself weak and 
vulnerable.
    The struggle quickly ending as  we hear the key in the lock to the 
front stairwell.  His hand slipping from  my ass, skirt sliding down to cover my 
thighs.  My hand reaching to my bra  and pulling it back down over my 
breast and reaching to the paper and picking it  up as I open the door to my 
aunt's apartment.  My cousin, walking quickly  into the living room and to his 
room.  His face red with exertion or  excitement.  My fingers deftly 
rebuttoning my blouse and tucking it into my  skirt as I place the paper on my 
aunt's favorite chair.  Taking deep  breathes and kneeling to pet the cat as I 
hear footsteps slowly ascending and  then turning to see my aunt appear with a 
bag of groceries.  Standing and  taking them from her.  
    "Are you okay Raven?"   Feeling the flush in my face still.  "I am 
fine.  The paper is in your  chair."  Taking the groceries to the kitchen and 
then waving goodbye as I  go back to my apartment.  My cousins bedroom door 
closed.
    The next bunch  of weeks a distraction, as I try to hurry home from 
school and deliver the  paper to my aunt as usual.  Feeling a sense of loss 
when my cousin is not  waiting for me in the hallway and excitement when he is. 
 Sometimes I stop  at my apartment and change my panties from the white 
cotton ones from school to  a bikini cut pair or just a colored pair, and other 
times I wear none at all and  if wearing my school vest I often take off my 
bra.
    It is still "touchy  feely" as his hands go for my breasts and then 
under my skirt.  My  hands sometimes reaching into his sweats and rubbing the 
warmth of his throbbing  organ.  Feeling my excitement peaking as the warm 
wash of his seed coats my  hand.  Watching his face as my slender fingers 
stroke his cock and watch  his grimace of pleasure as he spurts his seed in 
release.
    I have found that I can get him  to agree to almost anything, as my 
fingers is moving along his shaft.   Yes.  I have found a power that  controls 
boys and men till another  woman offer them something more or different.  I 
have not had an orgasm  from his stimulation; but when I get back to my 
room, I so often work my body  into a very satisfying release.  I try not to 
touch him, as it tends to  distract him from touching me.  
    Sometimes I sit on his lap in  the easy chair that is in the hallway.  
Feeling his hands holding me and  his erection pressing at the backs of my 
thighs, as his fingers wonder here and  there.  What I won't allow him is to 
insert them into me past the first  knuckle.  I may be becoming active; but 
I still do have the virgin label  and proof in my tunnel.
    The only time I haven't let him  touch my pussy is when I have had my 
period.  Whispering to him that is  isn't a good time.  And at the same time 
becoming more aggressive with my  hands and jerking at his cock, being sure 
that I satisfy him, at least for the  moment.  I have not seen his cock and 
balls since the first time.  I  have seen the head peaking out of his 
waistband or out of his fly; but only a  partial as we try not to undress too 
much.  
    You would think there would be  more time alone so to speak; but with 
his parents and brothers and my parents  and sisters around, touching is just 
a few stolen moments here and there and for  me, masturbation alone in my 
bedroom.  At least I get him off fairly  regular.
    A Friday night and our parents  off to have dinner and go to a concert 
at the Poughkeepsie Civic Center.   His brothers working till nine at the 
supermarket and my sister at a sleep over  with a friend.
    The bus ride back to school from  the bowling alley seeming long as I 
sit with my friend Alana and we talk about  meeting tomorrow and trying to 
figure what we will do.  There is the  football game in the afternoon and then 
play it by ear from there.  At  least we can attend a school function and 
not have to wear a school  uniform.  And even not have to kneel and prove our 
skirts touch the  floor.  Listening, but really not paying attention as 
Alana describes what  she will be wearing.  Snapping back when she says she 
might wear pantyhose  under her skirt.  Shaking my head in mock alarm as she 
knows I detest  pantyhose.  They are so uncomfortable to put on, so 
unflattering to look at  in a mirror and the waistband always seems to bite into my 
stomach.   Telling her I will wear knee socks with my skirt and knee warmers 
if I have  to.  
    This time of the year, running  to late fall the wind blowing up your 
skirt and chill you; but I still am a  holdout, though most of the other 
girls wear pantyhose.  Grabbing my school  books for the weekend and heading 
home after the bus drops us  off.
    The darkness of the night and  the cool autumn air actually feeling 
good after the stuffiness of the school  bus.  The walk home a brisk stretch of 
the legs as I make it in less then  five minutes.
    Picking up the paper on the  porch and skipping up the stairs to my 
apartment.  Turning on a few lights  and stopping at my room for a couple of 
minutes and then grabbing the paper and  my algebra book and walking to the 
third floor.
    Knocking on the door and then  pushing it open and walking in.  "Anyone 
home?"  The paper settling  into my aunt's chair as I lofted it on the way 
past.   "Hello!"   Not hearing anything for a moment and then my cousin's 
room door  opening.
    "Hey Rusty can I bother you for  a little bit, I need some help with my 
algebra homework."  My cousin  stepping out of his room and looking at me.  
    "It's the weekend and you are  still in school uniform.  Christ, get a 
life girl."  His eyes looking  from head to toe and then back to my face.
    "I just had some questions on my  homework, and you being such a whiz 
at it.  I thought you might help  me."  Looking at him with my innocent 
little girl look.
    "I am busy; but okay let makes  it quick."  Walking to the dining room 
table and setting my book and  notepad down.  "Its not late yet.  Everyone 
is still working or at the  concert and dinner."  Shaking his head as he 
looks at the clock then takes  a seat next to me as I open my book and start to 
ask questions on how to do the  problems.
    After the first few simple  problems,  "did I tell you that sis is 
staying over at a friends house  tonight?"  His head shake no as looks back down 
into the book.  Then  his head coming up again.
    As we write out the next  problem, I feel him leaning into me and his 
hand slipping down under the  tablecloth and feeling it on my thigh.  Not 
looking up as I slowly work out  the problem, talking my way through it as his 
hand moves up my thigh and is  pushing up my skirt now as it moves.  Closing 
my legs tight and hearing a  grunt from my cousin as his fingers are 
trapped between my  thighs.
    Looking up at the clock on the  wall.  The time a little before six.  
"Oh my, I don't think anyone  will be home for at least three hours."  My 
voice so innocent as I look at  my cousin.  His eyes moving to mine and I can 
tell his gears are churning  in his head.  Leaning into him and whispering 
softly into his ear.   "Oh my again,  I think I forgot my underwear today.  I 
should go put  something on."  My mock surprise in my innocent voice.  
Actually I  took my underwear off when I stopped in my bedroom.
    Sitting still as I turn and  watch my cousin reach down and slowly lift 
my skirt up, revealing the absence of  panties on my lower body.  His other 
hand reaching to my blouse and  fumbling a button then another open, and 
reaching in and touching the softness  of my breast.  Unfettered by the 
damnable cotton bra.  A soft moan as  his fingers touch the bare skin.  My hand 
reaching to squeeze his  thigh.
    Not speaking as we stand up and  move to the sofa.  Taking an added 
precaution and locking the front door;  but knowing that would not help if 
someone were to show.  Sitting side by  side, no plastic guns or crayon bullets 
as I sit back and let Rusty unbutton my  blouse and pull it from my skirt.  
Laying over the sides and exposing the  small breasts and the hard tip of my 
nipples as he leans into my chest, hand  fondling one breast as his mouth 
suckles the other.  His free hand pulling  at my skirt and lifting it up to 
my waist, as I ease my legs apart and feel his  fingers teasing the puffy 
lips of my cunt.  
    My hands pulling at his tee  shirt and awkwardly pulling it over his 
head, disengaging his mouth for a moment  from my breast.  Looking at the 
muscles of his back, my hands caressing his  warm torso as he noisily continues 
to pull on my nipple with his mouth.   Trying to reach past him to find his 
zipper.  Finally pulling him with a  wet sucking sound from my hard and 
aching nipple and my fingers fumbling,  opening his fly and zipper, tugging to 
free his bulge from his  jockeys.
    Looking up at my cousin and then  moving my lips to his.  Kissing him 
softly on his parted lips then more  firmly as my tongue tip probes into his 
mouth.  Tasting his mouth as I have  been yearning to kiss him; but this is 
my first time.  His hand reaching  behind me and pulling me into his chest, 
my hard nipples poking into his  pecs.  Dragging over his man nipples.
    Moaning into his mouth as I  reach behind me and undo the button and 
zipper of my school skirt.  Kicking  my shoes off and then lifting up enough 
to push my skirt down over my immature  hips.  Thought the room is warm, I 
can feel the nakedness of my flesh as my  skirt puddles around my ankles and I 
shrug off my blouse.
    Sitting in a close clinch with  just my knee socks clothing me.  
Feeling his fingers moving up and down my  back as I finally break the kiss and 
tug impatiently at his jeans.   Standing up and pushing down his jeans and 
kneeling to help him step out of them  as I pull down my socks and throw them 
to the side.  
    Then sitting down naked next to  him.  Parting my thighs as I turn 
sideways to face him and looking at him  from head to erect organ.  Not sure 
where I am going from here, in the rush  to be naked and to see him naked.  
Reaching to touch the swollen prick  rising from between his legs.  Feeling the 
warmth of the shaft and looking  as my fingers move up and down it slowly.
    Looking at my cousin and then  standing up and moving to the middle of 
the room and kneeling down and then  laying down on the carpeting.  Looking 
up at him still on the sofa as I  lay, legs together and hands at my side.  
Wanting him to inspect me, seeing  me totally naked for the first time.
    Following his movement as he  shifts from the sofa to kneel alongside 
of me and his hands moving to touch my  face and then neck and breasts.  
Moaning and moving as his fingers roll the  hard nipples with his fingers.  
Tugging and pulling the sensitive tissue,  as I turn my head to look at his body 
beside me.  Seeing the muscles of his  legs and the sack with a fine 
coating of hair, swinging between his legs and his  erect cock thrusting out from 
his tummy.
    My hand reaching out to encircle  the shaft.  Small breasts rising a 
falling with my breathing as I look at  the cock inches from my face and 
stroke up, feeling the skin slip through my  fingers.  Eyes fascinated by the 
swaying of the ball sack.
    My legs opening and opening  more.  Spreading wide and exposing the 
puffy lips and the wetness of my  pussy, as his fingers trace the pink slit and 
then slide against the moisture of  my walls.  Mewling as I feel the 
fingers dip into my pussy and then touch  the obstruction of my maidenhead.  
Taking one of my hands and placing his  thumb over my small pearl.  Stroking his 
fingers pad against the smooth  engorged button of my clit.  My hips rocking 
slightly as I feel the gradual  build up of sensation in my core.
    Fingers tightly grasping his  cock and tugging it as I press the thumb 
harder against my clit as I rub.   My breathing quickening to a panting as 
my heartbeat thumbs behind my  breast.  My eyes slitting as I feel the 
tension quickening and increasing  in my thighs and my tunnel.  Holding the thumb 
against my clit, as my  insides contract in a quick release of tension.
    Nipples aching with need as his  fingers tug and pull at one and his 
other fingers are fumbling against my  hymen.  Reaching to pull his hand away 
from my cunt now as I try to protect  my virginity with a moment of sanity 
on my part.
    My eyes fixed on the swollen  crown of flesh, feeling so velvety as I 
touch the spongy head and move a finger  nail over the small piss slit.  
Rewarded with a groan.  Looking up at  my cousin as he moves from a kneeling 
position and then kneels between my spread  thighs.  Looking up at him as he 
leans forward.  My hands reaching to  his prick and holding it as he lays on 
my body.  I can feel the press of  his cock between us.  My fingers crushed 
around it.
    Then seeing him adjusting and on  his knees, lower till his cock is 
laying atop my cunt lips.  My eyes  closing as he pulls back and the head of 
his cock presses on the lips, and slips  between them.  A groan or is a moan 
of protest as I feel his head touching  my maidenhead.  
    "Please, please."  My voice  a whisper, as I look into  his eyes.  
"Please don't"
     Holding my breath as I  wait for him to push harder.  Not wanting him 
in me; but not able to stop  him.  Then feeling his cock head slip out and 
Rusty thrusting along my cunt  lips.  His cock sliding up and down the 
engorged flesh.  This cock  nudging against my clit with each stroke outside of my 
cunt.
    My legs trembling as I feel the  buildup in my body.  And as I lay 
back, eyes closed concentrating on this  moment, each moment, my hands resting 
on my thighs to try to grab his cock if he  decides to push it again my 
virgin flesh.
    Looking up and seeing the flush  of his body, his neck muscles 
straining and then feeling the warmth wet rush of  his cum as it shoots up my belly 
and against my nipples.  The first gush  coating my trembling flesh and then 
another spurt spraying my torso.  The  third one as he lifts off my cunt 
lips erupting to spew hot cum on my breasts  and chin and face.  A splattering 
of pearly droplets coating my body and  face now as he grasps his cock and 
milks the final dregs of his seed from the  opening.
    One of my hands reaching up to  touch the thick gooey jism and 
spreading it on my body.  My other hand  reaching for his cock and feeling the 
sticky seed on the mushroom head, oozing  from the opening.  My cunt open and 
slick from my leaking juices as I pull  his cock and slap it against my folds 
and clit.  Then dragging him by his  penis and raising my head to look at the 
messy cock head and then swipe a tongue  across the smooth surface.  
Touching his cock with my mouth for the first  time.  Tongue tip gliding over the 
sticky cum tasting his seed as I lick it  clean of his discharge.
    
    
    
    
    
    
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