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Veronica
CHAPTER TWO
The basement was divided into three sections. The main
part of it was sort of a rec room, with an old sofa and
some old armchairs and an old TV and stereo, et cetera.
Off to one side was the laundry room, which contained
pretty much what you might expect in a laundry. In the
corner of the laundry room was the cinderblock shower
stall. I grabbed the soap, turned on the overhead light --
it was set up so you couldn't reach the switch from inside
the stall -- checked the floor of the shower for nasty
little multileggers and stepped in for my shower. I
adjusted the spray so it was like needles pounding down on
me, hot and sharp. I stepped right into the middle of it
and closed my eyes and just savored the feel of the water
sluicing over my flesh. I damn near came again just from
the sheer, sensual pleasure of it.
After a while I stepped out from under the spray long
enough to pour some K mart baby shampoo directly onto my
head. I worked it into a thick lather in my thick, dark
hair, then stepped back into the spray and let the water
pound the soap out. Then I stepped out of the spay again
and grabbed the big, industrial size bar of Ivory from the
soap dish. I worked it into a thick lather all over my
skin and savored the slick firmness of my own body. I
tried to grab my nipples, but the soap made my fingers slip
off them -- and I did it over and over again, simply
because it felt so good. Naturally, one thing led to
another.
In moments, I was leaning back against the wall with the
spray adjusted to hit my pussy. I had my legs open and
used my fingers to spread my pussy lips. The spray hit my
clitoris, and I shuddered and shook. I was so close to
cumming, it was almost unbearable. I finally slipped one
finger inside my pussy. It was just the slightest bit
uncomfortable -- but the good feeling more than made up for
that. I was right on the verge of cumming when the curtain
was pulled back.
Jerry.
"Can I finish that for you?"
I practically dragged him into the shower. He got on his
knees and kissed my tits and sucked my nipples. The hot
water was pounding both of us. He probed my pussy with one
finger, and it felt awfully good.
But not good enough.
I pulled his head away from my breasts and stood straight.
I reached for a towel as I stepped out of the stall. My
other hand was tugging his to follow me.
He didn't need a lot of encouragement.
We barely made it into the recreation room. I dropped to
my knees and sucked the head of his hard dick into my
mouth. I kept my hands on his lean 13-year-old hips to
restrain his natural impulse to jam the whole thing into my
throat, and after a minute or so of that, I kind of pulled
him down next to me and urged him to lay back on the towel.
I straddled his hips and trapped his cock between his belly
and my cunt lips. I stroked along it a few times, more for
my pleasure than his. The underside of his dick, turned
upward, dragged over my swollen little clittie. He pulled
me down so my face was against his neck and my tits were
scrunched against his lower chest, I reached around behind
my little butt and held his steel-stiff cock steady while I
slithered backward.
Both of our bodies were wet from the shower, and it was hot
and sweaty in that little recreation room, so we slid
against each other. I felt his dick's head pressing into
the furrow of my cunt lips. As soon as it was settled in
place, he hunched his hips up and began pushing it into me.
His cock wasn't very thick, but I was only ten-and-a-half
and wet as I was, it was still a tight fit. It went in
slowly, very slowly, bit by bit. My little cunt was so
tight that if he hadn't had all that teenaged rigidity and
enthusiasm, it never would have gone in at all.
But he did, and it did.
I loved it.
Feeling his dick slide into me was like having an itch
scratched before you knew it was itchy. His prick was
spreading and opening me, filling a void that somehow
hadn't existed until it entered. The cavity of my cunt was
so narrow that I hadn't really imagined it could be in need
of this until it happened. I certainly had never imagined
it could feel so damn good.
Jerry had little in the way of style. He just put his
hands over the hard little mounds of my ass and pressed
down, while his hips rammed that stiff, throbbing young
cock up, relentlessly up.
I was so little that my pussy lips were stretched tight and
my clitoris was fully exposed -- it might have been anyhow,
since it's always been a bit prominent -- and the feeling
of his dick invading me and my clit being rubbed by my
stretched cunt lips and...
Well, it all rolled up together inside of me, and I started
cumming. And I didn't stop. I couldn't stop. My pussy
went into spasms and all I could do was press down as hard
as I could on him and feel his cock sliding slowly into me,
spreading and filling me. I planted my mouth against his
collar bone to stifle my own screams and just gave myself
over to it.
By the time he'd gotten his dick all the way into me -- and
it must have taken a good five or six minutes -- I had
already had about a zillion orgasms. When he finally hit
bottom, and that scrawny thatch of pubic hair was pressing
against my clit, I was totally lost in my cumming.
But when he started moving inside me, it was all over. I
came so hard and so long that I was afraid I was passing
out. I might have gone unconscious, in fact, but I wasn't
aware of time or space or place. All knew was the
shattering, shredding pleasure ripping through my little
body. My pussy was tight to begin with, as you'd expect of
a near-virgin cunt, and even tighter, considering how small
and young I was. Add the clenching spasms of my orgasms
and--
Well, it only took a couple of minutes of that and Jerry
was cumming, too. His dick swelled inside me, and then he
was throbbing and jerking in there and groaning about how
hot and tight I was and how good it felt, and we were
cumming together.
Again, it seemed like he would never stop cumming, but when
he did and his dick shriveled and even my tight twat
couldn't hold him inside, enormous quantities of juice
poured of me and drenched his thighs and the towel beneath
us.
For a long time, we just lay there, with me sprawled and
crushing across his hard young body. My hips kept jerking
and rolling as little aftershock orgasms rocked through me.
We were both still moaning and panting when we heard the
car in the driveway.
I lifted my head and we stared into each other's eyes for a
moment. Then the realization and panic hit us. We were
like a pair of wild mice, scurrying and running. Jerry
somehow stuffed himself, all sweaty and drooling, into a
pair of shorts from the clean laundry, and I ran back into
the shower and started it running. By the time Lisa and
her Mom were in the house, I later learned, Jerry was
looking through the fridge, and I was standing under the
hot shower, again trying to make my knees work as the water
stung my flesh. Their Mom told him to go take a shower
before he did anything else.
That was great. In the twenty-five years since then, I've
only met a few women who'd done it that young --
ten-and-a-half -- and none of the others enjoyed it. For
most, it was an unpleasant thing that was done TO them. I
was really lucky to have had so much fun -- lucky and rare.
Part of it was that I had as much control over what was
happening as the guy, and that made a difference. But I'd
learned that it could be lovely and pleasurable -- oh, so
pleasurable! -- and that was a revelation.
Anyhow, with the exams over for me and the carnival going
on, I was pretty much on my own and at loose ends for a
couple of days. Lisa's exams were still going on and there
were all these other things the public schools did, so I
took advantage of it and Jerry and I fucked away three
afternoons of the next week. Then Lisa was free and home
too much -- I mean, she was my best friend, but I wasn't
about to confide to her that I was fucking her brother.
She was still a ten- year-old herself and would've said
something to him, even if she didn't do it out of jealous
spite for me.
Then we were well into June and Lisa's Mom's routine kept
her home most of the time. Jerry and I had less and less
opportunity for fooling around, and he got very interested
in this girl his own age. She had big hooters -- the kind
he'd admitted fantasizing about -- and I was forgotten.
What he learned with me wasn't forgotten, though. She
benefited from his practice on me when it came to
cunnilingus. Or so I learned, later.
In the meantime, another carnival was approaching -- the
town's, this time, rather than the church's -- and my
civic-minded Mom and Dad started spending most of their
free time at that. It was much the same story as with the
church carnival.
[Sure, I'm a little bitter. I understand now -- I may have
understood then -- the importance of it. For Dad, it was
contacts for part-time work as an electrician. For Mom, it
was social contacts, widening the circle of acquaintances
beyond the inbred little crowd at the church and on the
block. I understood some of that; it didn't ease my
resentment.]
So I went to the carnival -- it was only four streets away
-- and there was this really cute guy working one of the
hot dog stands. He was 14 and even though he was cute, he
wasn't really popular because he had a reputation as a --
well, nowadays, we'd call him a "nerd." His name was
Marty. It so happened that Marty and I had a common
interest: amateur radio. To me, it was something
mysterious and far away. To Marty it was very real and --
[What fascinated me about it? The idea of being able to
press some buttons and throw switches and be able to talk
with people in far off and mysterious places. Okay?]
Anyhow, he said he had a rig. and I wanted to see it so he
invited me to come by his place after he finished his turn
in the booth and he'd show me the works. And I agreed.
And he hardly ever stared at my tits or anything like that,
so I figured it was okay; it being Saturday and all, his
folks would be home.
Well, his folks weren't home, just his brother, Phil. Phil
was 19 and home from college. Their parents were over in
Port Clinton visiting someone. But Phil didn't seem
interested in anything except this ballgame on TV -- the
Indians and the Tigers; I remember it clearly -- and
drinking beer. He just grunted when we came in, didn't
even look at us.
We went up to Marty's room, which was very tidy. I took
that as another good sign. His rig was set up on shelves
against one wall. He powered up, and while we were waiting
for the tubes to warm up, he asked me about school and
stuff like that.
When the rig was ready, he invited me to sit in the chair
and run the set. As he got up, I accidentally -- I think
-- brushed his arm with my breasts. His eyes widened and
he stared at my chest as if he'd just noticed it. I was
all sweaty -- that room was hot up there under the eaves in
summer -- and where I'd brushed him, the tee-shirt was
soaked right to my bra. Which wasn't concealing much,
because my tits were still growing and the bra was still
much too small.
[The bra? No, not for support -- not at that age! --but
too keep them from bouncing all over the place.]
My nipples were getting hard -- visibly, right through the
bra and tee-shirt.
I looked up at him -- he was about five-foot-seven and I
was still only four-foot-four -- and he said, simply,
"Wow."
Then he blushed and grinned like a nut and gestured for me
to sit. And I realized I was enjoying the way he blushed
and the way he seemed a bit intimidated. I noticed the
hard bulge in the front of his shorts, and I liked the fact
that I had done that to him.
I sat down at the rig and followed his instructions, all
the time my nipples hard as rocks and the sweat pouring off
me. I asked if he had a fan or something, and he said no,
and he was sorry it got so hot up there and peeled off his
shirt. It was soaked, too. He didn't have as nice a build
on him as Jerry, but he was okay.
"Well, that's not fair," I said. "If you can do that -- "
And I peeled off my shirt. It was a helluva lot cooler,
not having that hot cotton plastered to me, and it was a
helluva lot hotter, sitting there with my breasts all shiny
and swelling up around the sides and top of that pathetic
bra.
He was staring at them.
"You don't mind, do you?" I asked.
"They're beautiful," he said. "I never saw such big,
beautiful breasts on such a little girl..."
It was sheer flattery, I thought, but: "Thank you."
"Can I -- "
"Touch?"
"If."
"If what?"
"If you promise to be gentle, and if I can touch, too."
He frowned, obviously puzzled. So since I was obviously
more experienced than he was at that stage, I put my hand
over the steel- hard bulge in his shorts.
He jumped as if I'd burned him, blushed even more furiously
and then stepped forward. I squeezed the lump, and he
gasped.
"Take it out."
He fumbled at the zipper and finally drew it down. The
white Jockey's underneath were strained by his
14-year-old's rigidity. I unfastened the waist-snap of his
shorts and then pulled the shorts and the briefs to his
knees. His dick sprang up and throbbed right in my face.
It was about six inches long and thoroughly average in
every way. His balls were tight and firm in their wrinkled
little sack and looked so cute -- !
I put my hand around his cock and squeezed again. The
throbbing doubled. He groaned softly.
He said, "Now, your turn ..."
I reached around and under with my other hand -- I was
always very limber, almost double-jointed -- and pried open
the snap of my bra. It felt so good to have the pressure
off! I shrugged and pulled it off, releasing his hard
young cock just long enough to remove the straps.
He reached down with one finger and rested just the tip
against my left nipple. He pressed carefully. My breasts
were so firm that it hardly gave at all. He put his whole
hand on my tit and squeezed carefully, and the sensation
sent a rush right through my body to my pussy. I had
learned how pleasurable it could be to fuck, and I was
turned on by the prospect of doing it again.
With him standing next to the chair, his dick was almost
level with my nose. I pulled him close and bent his prick
down slightly. I turned in the chair to face him and
rubbed the silky flesh of the red, throbbing glans against
my right nipple.
"You're gonna make me shoot my stuff," he gasped.
"Wouldn't you like that?"
"It'll get all over everything!"
"Can't have that." I kept rubbing and squeezing and when
he started to spasm, I raised his dick, brought my mouth
down and sucked the head into my mouth. His juice was very
thick and a little vinegary. And there was a lot of it. I
knew how to suck and swallow -- I'd had some practice with
Jerry, remember -- and how use my tongue a little. I kept
my lips locked around his shaft and kept jacking him with
my hand. I think he came for about a half a minute. I had
to swallow twice. His hips kept flailing away even after
he stopped shooting, and his dick hardly lost any of its
stiffness.
I realized then that I had my free hand between my legs,
and I was squeezing and rubbing my pussy. I was getting
very, very turned on. The fact that he wasn't pressing me
or forcing me, that I felt in control of the situation --
that had a lot to do with it; I felt comfortable and
unthreatened.
I let go of his prick and pushed his shorts to his ankles.
He stepped out of them, and I stood and stripped. My white
cotton panties were absolutely soaked.
"Can I just -- look at you for a minute?"
"Look all you want, honey." I caught sight of my
reflection in the mirror on the closet door. Let me tell
you, I was damn foxy looking! My complexion is almost
swarthy, and ample time sunbathing had darkened it to a
kind of smoldering shade. My hair was long and straight in
those days, down to my shoulders, and my face was round and
had a lot of baby fat then. I had good legs -- not great
-- but they were nicely shaped and in proportion to my
hips. My tits were very firm, of course, and looked big,
and my nipples were hard as pebbles. My belly was flat and
my waist and hips were exactly right for a healthy
almost-11-year-old. I had no hair on my pussy yet, so I
was all sleek and shiny with perspiration and all lithe,
with hints of the curves to come. I got turned on even
more just looking at myself.
I raised my arms over my head and slowly turned in front of
him. When I was facing him again, he just stood there with
his mouth hanging open. But he was standing there naked
and with a rock-hard erection, too.
"I want you to do something for me," I told him, sidling
closer.
"Anything," he breathed.
"I'll let you do it to -- with me, but first I want you to
kiss me...down there."
He frowned. "You mean -- down there?"
This sounded familiar, but I knew how to deal with it, now.
I stepped closer and let my tits press against his stomach.
His cock was jabbing my stomach.
"Yes."
"Is it clean?"
I nodded and began turning back and forth, slowly, so my
sweat-slicked breasts were rubbing against him.
"I don't know how -- "
"Do what I tell you, and you'll learn. You may even enjoy
it. Besides, I'll suck you again."
He seemed dubious, but I grabbed his dick and pulled him
with me toward the narrow bed. I sat on the bed, still
holding his prick, and pulled him close to me. I leaned
forward to kiss his cock. Then I let go of his dick and
laid back, my legs a little apart.
"Start by kissing my tits," I told him and boy, was he
eager! He was trembling when he crawled on the bed and
bent his head down to my tits. He kissed them all over.
His breath was hot, even on my warm flesh. He kissed them,
pressing his lips against the firm curves. He kissed my
nipples as gentle as a fly landing and then got a little
adventurous and sucked one lightly into his mouth. I
couldn't stop my gasp of pleasure or the little shiver that
went through my hips. I took one of his hands and put it
on the breast he wasn't kissing at the moment. I led his
thumb and forefinger to my nipple.
"Now very gently, pinch it -- ah!" The sensation was
maddening. He was a quick study and very attentive and
quickly got the knack of drawing the pads of his thumb and
forefinger up from the base, barely grazing the hard little
spike until they reached the tip -- and then tugging
lightly on it. It didn't take too much of that before my
hips were rolling and my legs were opened.
I pushed his head down over me and he kissed and licked and
nibbled his way down past my ribcage, down over my flat
ten-and-a-half-year- old's belly and abdomen, down to where
the fever was. I swear, I could feel my pussy pulsing with
eagerness.
I held his head in both hands and directed his mouth right
there, to the top of my little mound. When his lips
pressed my clit, I came. Damn! I just lay there and
shuddered with the pleasure of it. By now my legs wee wide
open, and my hips wee rolling around and rubbing my cunt
all over his face. He didn't seem to mind the taste too
much!
I tasted blood and realized I had bit my lip, trying to
stifle any noise. I let go of his head, and he looked up
and said, "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"
"Honey, I am totally right and you did it right! Lick me a
little, will you?"
I didn't have to ask twice. He plunged in eagerly, lapping
away at my bald little cunt like a puppy with water. He
even tried pushing his tongue inside a couple of times, but
I was too tight. At one point, he pulled my legs up and
over his back, so my thighs were on his shoulders and my
vagina was aimed right up into his mouth.
He was holding my little butt. His hands almost covered my
cheeks. He pulled my cunt up to his mouth and gobbled.
And let me tell you, it didn't take him long to find the
most important place. He got the tip of his tongue on my
clitoris -- it felt like it was swollen as a big as a
marble -- and played with it, and I was lost.
I reached back and pulled a corner of the bedspread up to
stuff in my mouth, and then all hell broke loose. I came
and came and came. It was like some kind of seizure. Even
though he later denied it, I could tell the pressure of my
thighs had hurt, because his ears were all red.
I finally had to drag his head away from my little pussy; I
simply couldn't take any more. It was almost hurting from
that direct manipulation.
I pulled him up on that skinny bed next to me and rolled
him onto his back and sprawled on top of him. He was
gasping and I was panting and we were both absolutely
covered with perspiration, which made us all slippery
against each other.
"Have you ever been inside a girl before?" I asked him.
He shook his head. I rolled on top of him and straddled
his waist, kneeling. I reached back and found his cock,
hard and hot, throbbing just behind me. I leaned back a
bit so I could feel it press into the upper separation of
my ass cheeks. He groaned a little bit.
I leaned forward onto him and gave him a big wet kiss right
on the lips, and we tongued each other a bit. His hands
had come up to stroke and caress my back and slide down to
squeeze my ass.
"You just lay there a minute, and I'll get this under way,"
I told him. I knelt up and moved back, then crouched over
him. His dick was standing up so stiffly it was at maybe a
45-degree angle to his stomach. I grabbed his prick in one
hand and lowered myself till it was against my cunt.
My pussy was all red and swollen, and I was incredibly wet.
Still, it was a good thing he was so hard, or it never
would have gone into me. As it was, the fit was so snug
that when maybe a third of him was inside me, I stopped and
tried to relax.
"I don't think I can hold it," he groaned.
Well, I wanted him to hold it, because it felt so good
going in -- but I wanted him to feel as good as he made me
feel, so I said, "Honey, you just relax and let it shoot."
He sighed, and I pushed down and back, thrusting more and
more of his dick into me, and he started cumming. His
hands pulled my ass down and I had almost all of him in me
before he stopped shooting. I could feel his spasms, but I
was already so wet I didn't feel his jism in me.
But he stayed mostly hard, and when I finally got the last
of his dick in me, I started sliding around. I let myself
fall forward onto him, so my titties were pressed into his
upper stomach, and I just let my hips go, rolling and
rocking and sliding up and down.
In no time at all he was hard as a rock inside me again,
and I was starting to cum again. Unlike the orgasms when
he was eating me, this one built and built and built, like
a wave coming in, and when it started, I could feel my
little cunt close even more around him. He was jerking his
hips up, thrusting into me crazily. I sat up and back and
let all 64 pounds of me press my cunt down hard onto his
stiff dick. I glanced down, past the barely jiggling
mounds of my hard tits and the swollen-to-bursting points
of my nipples, and I could see his dick stretching into my
little pussy, my cunt lips pulled wide to accommodate his
shaft.
I just kept cumming and cumming, and then he whispered that
he was going to cum again. I grabbed my nipples and
squeezed and ground my cunny down till my clit was mashed
into the little pubic mat around the base of his cock. I
felt his dick flex as he creamed inside me, and each throb
sent me deeper into my orgasm.
I toppled forward onto him as he finished and lay there
with his dick, finally shriveling, still clamped in my
puss. I thought I would pass out; he had.
I pulled myself off him. My cunt held onto his limp prick
and stretched it out till it popped free and flopped back
onto his belly. A thick mixture of juices, his and mine,
seeped out of my tight slit. His dingus looked cute now,
all curled up and shriveled like a little boy's.
I put my panties back on, mostly to keep all that stuff
from draining down my legs, then my shorts and my bra. My
breasts were still swollen and very tender. My tee-shirt
was too drenched -- so, for that matter, was the bed -- so
I rummaged through Marty's dresser and took one of his. It
was way too big, which was just fine by me.
I let myself out of his room and walked slowly downstairs.
Phil was still in front of the TV, now with a sandwich and
potato chips in front of him along with the beer. The game
was still on.
"Who's winning?"
"Indians." For the first time he looked at me. "Who're
you?"
I told him. He shook his head and looked back at the game.
"Funny. I thought you were eleven or twelve."
"I'll be eleven in a couple of months."
He looked back at me, staring quite openly at my figure.
"Damn. You have one hell of a figure for a kid your age."
"You don't have to sound sad about it."
"I wish you were old enough for -- never mind." He
laughed.
"For what?"
This time he gave me an appraising look. "Where's Marty?"
"Upstairs. I asked him to show me his ham station. You
still didn't tell me what you wish I was old enough for."
"Nothing a kid like you should be hearing." He turned his
gaze firmly back on the TV. "I'll be seeing you around,
Marie."
"Be seein' ya'," I said and let myself out of the house.
So I had made this discovery, see? I could find and be
close to and even have sex with nice men, and I could turn
men on and still have them treat me right and it could be
fun and sweet and pleasurable and not hateful or hurtful or
scary. All the way home, five blocks on the East Side of
Toledo on a hot summer day, boys would stare at me and some
men, too, and most of them would look away when they saw my
face and realized how young I was, and it didn't scare me.
That was important: It didn't scare me.
And since it could be fun and didn't scare me and felt
awful nice, I determined to do a lot more of it.
When I set my mind to something, I do it. This was no
exception. I had just been warming up, so to speak.
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