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Subject: Vicki's Lessons (teen boy/young girl)
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Vicki's Lessons
The summer I was 14, my older sister (23) had a friend from out-of-town who
would come to visit nearly every weekend. She was a couple of years older
than my sister, a single mom, and black (my family is Caucasian). Never
seeming to have a babysitter lined up, she always brought along her
daughter, a 9-year-old girl named Vicki. The two women would always take
off and leave me to watch her, which I thought was pretty inconsiderate, but
I got used to it after a time or two, and didn't mind it as much as I let
on. Vicki was actually no trouble at all, and instead of seeing her as a
royal pain in the ass, we sort of became friends.
As the school year began, Vicki started bringing along her Friday homework,
and I would help her with it. She was particularly bad at Math, which I was
good at, so she appreciated my input. (She went to an inner-city school,
and I don't think she got a lot of personal instruction.) Many a Saturday
afternoon, we sat side-by-side on the family room couch, working our way
through her assignments. My mom would be working, my sister and her friend
would be out having a good time, and Vicki and I would have the house to
ourselves. Usually, we'd turn on the radio for some quiet music while we
worked. I actually began to look forward to these times, and Vicki and I
became close, despite our age and racial differences.
One Wednesday, right around the end of September, I got a big, fat envelope
in the mail. It was from Vicki, and it was a love-letter! She poured out
her little heart in it, saying how she wanted to be my girlfriend, wanted to
give me kisses, etc. etc. etc. It was pretty mushy stuff, and at first I
was amused... then embarrassed. I mean, I had a 9-year-old girl throwing
herself at me! If any of my friends at school got wind of it, I'd never
live it down. Then it occurred to me, none of them would need to know, as
they would probably never meet Vicki anyway. She lived over an hour away,
and we only saw each other on weekends. Hmmm. she was a cute little thing,
and taller than average for a 9-year-old, so she didn't really seem like
some little squirt...
Call me crazy, but I tend to be attracted to younger girls. The girls in my
own grade always seemed like prissy little bitches, while I got along with
(and had dated) several girls from the class below me... even one from two
grades down, although I took a lot of ribbing for it. Going for someone as
young as Vicki had never crossed my mind, but not because age was a real
issue to me. It just would never have occurred to me that someone that
young would be interested. But the girl obviously had a major crush on me,
and I couldn't help but feel flattered. I had come to like her, anyway, so
the thought of us as more than friends wasn't that much of a leap. As I
contemplated what it would be like to kiss those full, brown lips, I felt a
familiar stirring in my crotch, and my imagination took off. Why not, I
thought? Let's see where this goes.
The next weekend (early October, and a nice, Indian-summer warm spell), I
was paying more attention to Vicki as a girl, instead of just a kid. She
had arrived wearing a short, stretchy skirt, a matching tank top, and
flip-flops. Her legs and feet were otherwise bare, and I admired their
slender curves and the rich sheen of her mahogany-brown skin. Her arms were
bare, too, and her tank top would have given me sneak-peeks at her breasts,
if she'd had any... there were only little, pre-pubescent bumps on her
chest, showing through the fabric. Somehow, I found their very innocence
far sexier than the fully-developed tits displayed with great pride by the
girls my own age, as if to say, "Come see what I've got! Like it? You
can't have it!" She had just begun to narrow at the waist and spread at the
hips, starting to lose her little-girl shape, hinting at her looming
transition into puberty. Her curly hair was pulled back in a tight
ponytail, resting gently against her delicate neck. Now that I'd started
looking at her this way, it was like seeing her for the first time, and I
liked what I saw.
We soon found ourselves alone in the house again, her brown thigh warm
against mine as we sat on the couch. Even that was giving me a hard-on,
now! But Vicki was much quieter than usual... she'd hardly said three words
beyond yes/no answers about her homework. I obviously needed to break the
ice. "Got your letter," I said casually. "I figured," she said, not
looking at me. "It sort of caught me off-guard, if you know what I mean," I
went on. Vicki then looked up at me. "I was kind of hoping you'd feel the
same way," she said, her eyes tearing up.
Those tears did it. Everything else aside, Vicki was my friend, and I
didn't like seeing her upset. I took her head between my hands and pulled
her full, brown lips to mine, kissing her deeply. She melted into me,
putting an arm up around my neck. Her face was small, but her mouth was
more generous than many of the girls I'd kissed before, and I found her
surprisingly exciting! The fresh taste of her youth, and the smell of her
sweet, brown skin, were enough to overcome any lingering hang-ups. I put
both arms around her and threw myself into this, pulling her tightly to me.
She responded enthusiastically, wrapping both arms behind my neck and
locking her lips to mine, her forgotten tears still salty on her cheeks.
The erotic force of our meeting had taken me completely by surprise. Here I
was, making out with this little girl who had so recently been just a kid I
was forced to baby-sit, and it felt as right as magnets being drawn
together. I found myself getting more aroused than I'd been with any other
girl, ever. Part of it, I suppose, was the fact that I had to be her first
guy, so it was like taking a virgin. But mostly, I think it was my natural
preference for younger girls, which was now getting satisfied in spades.
The young, innocent waif I had always really wanted was exactly what I now
had in my arms. I had been tutoring Vicki in her schoolwork, and now I had
an opportunity to tutor her in the art of love!
Continuing to kiss her (I don't think Vicki would have stopped yet, even if
I'd wanted to), I began to stroke her back, then her arm, then her shoulder,
going for the "feel" that I'd always tried with older girls, with about 50%
success. But Vicki was too young to have learned any of that "can't touch
this" crap, and she had no problem with it as my hand found her undeveloped
chest. I tenderly began to rub one of her nipples, and I was rewarded with
her erotic response... Vicki hadn't known what to expect, but I had figured
that a woman's nipples would be sensitive no matter how small her breasts,
and I was right. Vicki's breathing sped up, her lips began to get hotter,
and she started to murmur, making sexy, un-little-girl-like sounds. She was
obviously getting aroused, and that in turn was getting me hotter. I
reached for one of her knees, fondling that, then working my hand up the
inside of her warm, brown thigh. She was sitting with her legs somewhat
parted, so it was a simple matter to make my way under her short skirt,
further along her soft, tender leg and up to her panties. They were
slightly damp at the crotch, and I pressed against this with my fingers,
rubbing gently. Vicki began breathing hard enough that we had to break off
our kissing for a moment, and she just held tight to me, shuddering lightly,
as I stroked her young pussy. This was about as far as I had ever gotten
with a girl before (although never between her bare legs, always feeling her
through her pants), so I wasn't totally surprised with the way Vicki seemed
to be eating it up... but I hadn't been sure just how good it would feel to
a 9-year-old, and I was encouraged to see how much she enjoyed it.
I kept fondling her there for several minutes, then withdrew my hand and
allowed Vicki's breathing to slow down, returning to her nipples with slow,
lazy caresses. Vicki eventually pulled back to look at me, her face glowing
with adoration, and I kissed her once. "Do you really want to be my
girlfriend?" I asked her. "Oh, yes!" she said, hugging me hard. "Am I your
first boyfriend?" I said, knowing the answer. "Uh-huh," she replied, "all
the boys I know are jerks, except for you." "You sure seem to be a quick
learner. You kiss like a pro," I told her honestly. "I want you to teach
me everything," she said, pulling me to her lips again.
Well, my own experience wasn't all that extensive, but to Vicki, I must have
seemed like a wealth of worldly wisdom. and I did know a thing or two about
sex, even if it was only from reading about it. So I decided to forge ahead
in the role of teacher, and see what else Vicki could learn. As we kissed,
I lifted her small weight and turned her to face me, sitting her on my lap
with her legs straddling to either side. She kicked off her flip-flops at
the same time, then wiggled forward on her knees to press against me. I now
had both hands free for stroking her nipples, which I did for several
minutes as we kissed. Vicki once again moaned and murmured to indicate her
pleasure.
At some point, my hands wound up behind her, pulling her more tightly to me.
Her warm crotch pressed against my raging hard-on, and I could feel her heat
through my shorts and her panties. I began to move my hips, grinding us
together, and I was pleased when Vicki started matching my rhythm, her
breathing getting faster again. I was holding her by the ass, now, pinning
us together as things got more and more intense... my own breathing was
speeding up, by this time. Wanting to get my hands on more of her, I eased
her skirt up out of the way, taking one tender ass-cheek in each palm and
squeezing gently. She felt so soft, so smooth and delicious in my hands and
in my mouth, yet so hot and urgent at my crotch! On impulse, I slid one
hand down the back of Vicki's panties, finding the warm crevice between her
cheeks and stroking it. This was beyond anything I had ever done with a
girl before, but it seemed to work... her breathing got downright ragged,
and she began humping against me harder than ever. I slid one finger down
as far as I could, just past the sweet moistness of her young hole, and
pressed it against her there, pulling her to me hard. That's when she went
over the edge into her first orgasm. Her little body stiffened and shook,
and I could feel her pussy twitching against my rock-hard dick. She broke
the kiss, gasping, as we rode it out, my finger stroking her young
ass-cleavage to make sure her pleasure was complete.
I had made a girl come! This was something totally new to me, and it was so
exciting that I had almost come in my own shorts at the same time. And I
remembered reading somewhere that women want sex the most when they've just
had it, so I knew that I was in for a great afternoon! Vicki and I would be
learning together, although she didn't need to know that, yet.
Once she caught her breath, Vicki had lots of questions about what had just
happened between us. I explained that boys and girls who care about each
other can show it by making each other feel really good, like we had just
done. I told her that when it reaches its best, it takes over your whole
body for a moment, in what's called an orgasm... and that this was what she
had experienced a few minutes ago. "Is that why your thing felt so hard
under me? Did I make you feel good, too?" she asked. "Oh, yeah!" I
answered, "but there's lots more we can do. Want to find out?" "You said
so yourself, I'm a quick learner," she said, leaning in to kiss me again.
She wanted to go further, and I was ready to take her there!
Partly muffled by her kisses, I managed to say, "Let's take off our shirts.
You take mine off, then I'll take off yours." Vicki liked this idea, so she
immediately took ahold of my t-shirt and pulled it off me. I then took her
tank top, and ever-so-slowly raised it up, to her up-stretched arms, then
past her shoulders, then off her head. Her young, ebony chest was now bare
in front of me, and I reached up to caress her deep-brown nipples, while she
tenderly touched my own, sending a shiver up my spine. I leaned in to kiss
her on the lips, then on the chin, then her delicate throat, and finally her
chest. As I took one young nipple in my mouth and began to suck on it,
Vicki sighed and held my head to her, stroking my hair and my back. She
tasted so fresh, and her young, brown skin smelled so sweet! Her
breast-buds swelled in my mouth, as I suckled on first one, then the other.
I could swear they were growing before my eyes, as I helped bring out the
woman in my eager young pupil.
Still focusing on her ebony nipples, I lifted Vicki from my lap, turning
with her to lie side-by-side on the couch. I pulled down a light blanket
from up on the back of the couch, to give us some partial cover. As I
continued suckling her, I gently tugged down her skirt and panties, sliding
them out from under her butt and off her legs. Vicki helped me, so I knew I
wasn't pushing her faster than she already wanted to go! I was dying to get
a full-length look at my little brown girlfriend, but for now I kept the
blanket over her from the belly down, so she wouldn't feel too exposed. I
let my one hand do the looking for me, feeling my way down past her naked
hips, along one smooth, silky thigh, then back up to her quivering, hairless
pussy. Trusting me now, Vicki spread her legs apart enough to allow me to
touch her there freely. I had my hand on my first bare pussy! She was so
warm there, and I could feel the moistness between the lips. I slipped one
finger into the moistness, which sent a jolt of pleasure through Vicki's
body, and she gasped. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked. "No!" she said,
huskily, "This feels even better than before! Please, keep touching me
there!"
I needed no further encouragement. I found the entrance to Vicki's young
vagina, and then I quickly slid my moistened finger up into her hot, tight
wetness. She gasped again and arched her back, driving me into her even
deeper. I held her like that for a moment, then raised my head to take her
lips in mine, again. Vicki threw her arms around me, kissing me
passionately. I began to slide my finger in and out of her tight young
cunt, finding her clitoris with the palm of my hand and rubbing her there as
well. I knew enough about female anatomy to know that this was the main
source of Vicki's pleasure, and I gave it lots of attention. It didn't take
long, and Vicki once again went into an orgasm, her tight, preteen cunt
spasming hotly around my finger, as her back arched and her body shuddered.
This second climax seemed to go on forever, and I made sure Vicki got every
ounce of pleasure I could give her. Her cunt actually seemed to grow in
between spasms, as if the act of having an orgasm itself was quickly
exercising her into womanly readiness. I started to wonder if this little
girl might possibly be able to go all the way with me!
Finally, Vicki rode it out, and I slowed my stroking to lazy caresses,
leaving my finger buried within her. "You make me feel so wonderful!" she
said, "I want to make you feel the same way!" "I feel wonderful just being
with you like this," I told her, and meant it. "The only way a girl can
make a boy feel any better than this is to let him put his 'thing' where my
finger is now..." (I wiggled it in her cunt, for emphasis) ".and I don't
think you're old enough for that, yet," I said. "Like heck!" she retorted,
then pounced on top of me, kissing me madly. She was rising to my
challenge, just as I'd hoped she would! I reluctantly pulled my finger out
of her, taking her in my arms as she attacked me. I caught just a whiff of
her pussy-juices on my hand, and it was intoxicating.
Vicki's new-found sexual energy was a force to be reckoned with. Knowing
what she wanted now, she slid her hand down my shorts, finding my aching
erection and stroking it. This was so unexpected and so pleasurable that it
sent a shock-wave through my body, making me powerless to resist (as if I'd
wanted to!) as she pulled off my remaining clothes and climbed on top of me.
Suddenly, my throbbing dick was between her young, brown thighs, and their
heat alone was electrifying. But before I could get too used to it, Vicki
started rubbing her slick, hairless pussy against me, its moist lips sliding
up and down my shaft. I knew I couldn't take much of that, so I quickly
reached down to get myself in position. Crossing my fingers that I could
get this right, I put the head of my aching cock where I thought her vagina
must be, and I started to push. Luck was with me, and the head of my dick
slipped into her heat. I pushed again, and another inch-and-a-half slid up
into her tight, slippery quim. GOD, she felt good! Again, and I was.
unnhh! .I was halfway into her, blood pounding in my cock and in my ears!
Again, an. MMMMMGHH!!! This time Vicki pushed back hard, driving me all the
way up into her deliciously hot, tight preteen cunt! She groaned deeply as
I finished penetrating her, and I just hung there frozen for a moment, my
cock pulsing deep within her tight, young body, fireworks going off in my
head and balls! I was screwing a girl for the first time, and not just any
girl, my exotic little black princess, a 9-year-old virgin!! Her smooth,
brown skin against mine was achingly beautiful to look at, and she smelled
so sweet. Her eager mouth was locked to mine again, and I hungrily drank in
her fresh, young taste. I was buried deep between her legs, her smooth
pussy-lips kissing my balls, her heat and tightness a power all their own.
The scent of her fully-awakened sex was in the air, now, as we began to pump
back and forth, and I quickly went over the edge into my own climax. As I
spurted gouts of my long-pent-up semen into her young, brown body, she
tipped over into her third orgasm, clamping onto me and milking me of every
last drop.
As we calmed down, afterward, still locked together, I decided I had to
confess. "Vicki, I have to tell you that you're not the only one who
learned some things, today. I did, too." "Really? What did you have to
learn?" she asked quizzically. "I've never done this much with a girl,
before," I admitted, "so in a way, you taught me!" Vicki giggled, amused by
that, then she snuggled against my chest to show she didn't care, one way or
the other. "Let's just say we taught each other," she said. "That's kind
of nice, that we were both each other's 'first'!" With that, I kissed her
again, holding my little ebony princess, my dick still hard inside her,
pumping lazily in and out of her hot, pre-pubescent cunt. We made love
three more times, that afternoon, including some light oral sex both ways.
Vicki's young pussy tasted like the sweetest of nectar, and her generous
lips were like heaven on my trembling shaft. I don't think we ever finished
her homework, that weekend.
From then on, the weekends were all about Vicki and me and our new-found
passion. Each Saturday that she came down, I made sure she "came" over and
over. The homework got done, too, but we always made sure we had time for
us to cuddle together, enjoying each other. We would usually begin on the
couch, making out as we pulled each other's clothes off, but I started
taking Vicki into my bedroom after that first time, since it was more
private and comfortable. Many an afternoon was spent in my bed with her,
ravishing my young, ebony princess as she took me into her smooth, silky
body again and again, her moans of pleasure like music in my ears. I knew
Vicki was too young to get pregnant (a side-benefit of our age-difference),
so I wasn't worried about the gallons of semen I must have poured into her
eager body, over the course of our love affair. Someday, we might have to
deal with that problem, but not now.
That was a fall and winter I will never forget. I wished it could go on
forever. Unfortunately, I never had the chance to worry about Vicki getting
pregnant. My sister and Vicki's mom had some big falling-out, that
following April, and I never saw her again. We wrote a few times, but
seriously, what do a 9-year-old and a 14-year-old have to talk about,
really? I knew that our affair was over, so one day I just quit writing.
Vicki would be hurt, but she'd get over us and move on to someone else.
Whoever he was, I hope he treated her like the princess she was to me.
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