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THE LITTLE SCHEMER (Fffff, Mf, ff, Rom, forced, coerced, nc, 1st.time, teen,
spk, menst, ws, bdsm, etc)
Sexual Fantasy Fiction
by Writer's Cramp
Synopsis:
12-year-old orphan living with her widowed uncle learns about sex
from her group of school friends then seduces her uncle and in devious ways
finally marries him and "lives happily ever after".
The Players:
Myself, as narrator at age 12.
Daddy, really my uncle, Ben Falconer.
Evelyn Kimpton, a senior at my school.
Kimberley Hayes, my school friend, the shy one.
Susie Morrow, my school friend, the doubting one.
Jonie Sullivan, my school friend, the sexy one.
Chapter One
Even before my first menstrual period, which arrived near my twelfth birthday
when the hair around my puss was no more than fluff, I felt sex was going
to play
a significant part in my life. But I had no idea just how significant it
would be
until several years later.
Not that my mother had anything to do with those feelings for she never
spoke
about that 'dirty subject' as she described it, when my period came and
I went
into hysterics. She simply handed me my first pad and told me to change
it
when I needed to until it stopped bleeding. I remember her response
when I
looked at her not knowing what to do with this thick piece of tissue paper.
"Put it
inside your underwear," she had said and turned away quickly.
No, I learned nothing from her about sex or life in general but to give
her some
credit, she was only with us for another two years before she and Dad were
killed
in a boating accident. I never knew what being an orphan was until that
tragic
day. The whole world seemed to explode in my face as I realised there was
no
one to care for me any more. That's when Dad's brother, Uncle Ben, came into
my life. He took me home and I lived with he and Aunt Patricia from then
on.
I often wondered if I was a jinx or something because not a year later,
Aunt
Patricia went to hospital and never came home. Uncle Ben said it was
women's disease, whatever that meant. I had never got on with Aunt Patricia
anyway for she seemed strange somehow, and she never allowed me to feel part
of her family. There was never a smile or a good word spoken by her not
even
to Uncle Ben. While I grieved for Mum and Dad dreadfully, I never felt
any real
sorrow when Aunt Patricia neither died, nor did Uncle Ben, I thought.
Uncle Ben was quite different and taught me how to get over the loss
of my
parents. We had fun and I thought he became happier after his wife
died. Of
course there were lots of times I saw him weeping just afterwards,
but he
seemed to get over his loss much quicker than I did, over my parents
deaths.
He was no more help than my mother in my understanding of sex though and
openly admitted that it always embarrassed him when I asked any question
even
verging on the subject. The good thing however, was that he loved me
dearly
and we had become best friends in the three years I'd lived with him.
I'm now fifteen and my sex education came from my school friends. There
were
four of us including me and we did virtually everything together. No, we
didn't
practice sex together but we did talk about it constantly, snigger and giggle
when
we asked outrageous questions or made a suggestive remark about the boys
or
one of the teachers.
I guess it was Evelyn Kimpton who taught us more about sex and men than
anyone else. She was a year higher than us and seemed a bit of a loner.
We
knew her but had little contact until one day she surprised us by sneaking
up
when we were in one of our huddles giggling at some risqué joke one of
the girls
was telling.
"I could get you expelled for talking like that, Kimberley Hayes," she
said to
my friend which made us all jump back in shock at being caught out.
"I'm sorry, Eve..."
"Cut the crap. I'm not going to tell tales,' Evelyn said. "But I want
to hear the
end of the story."
I remember how Kimberley turned as red as beetroot.
"I couldn't," she stammered.
"Well, of course if you won't let me join in, I might have to tell someone.
You'd
be expelled, I expect," she said to Kimberley with a smile. "As for the
rest of
you, your parents would at least be told. Now what was that you were
saying,
Kimberley? I heard the bit about Mr. Leason looking at your tits and making
you stay behind for detention. What then?"
"It was just a story, Evelyn. It wasn't true," the now white-faced girl
explained.
"So tell me the ending. I'll know if you're lying."
"I was going to say... Oh, I can't. Please don't tell anyone, Evelyn,"
she
pleaded, now in tears.
"So what happened during detention?" She pressed the stricken girl for details.
"I was going to say he took me into the book-room and made me take off my
clothes but it isn't true, Evelyn. I just made it up. We were telling
each other
naughty stories."
"So it was just make-believe?"
"Of course it was," I said. "Whoever would believe Mr. Leason would do
that."
"I would, if he was given half a chance," Evelyn said seriously. "He's a
man and
all they want is to get their filthy hands inside our little panties."
"He wouldn't," Susie retorted with a shocked look.
"You're all little innocents, aren't you? I'll bet not one of you has
been out with
a boy. You're probably all virgins too. Am I right?" She looked at us
intensely
demanding an answer.
One by one we all nodded. Jonie Sullivan whispered a "Yes," as though it
was a
sin to be still intact.
"I thought so," Evelyn said in a superior tone. "And I'll bet some of you
haven't
even got your periods yet?"
Even I blushed at that. Who could ever think of discussing such a private
and
ghastly topic?
"Well?" Evelyn demanded.
"It's not fair, Evelyn. That's personal."
"Sure it is but I still want to know. Now tell me or I just might send an
anonymous note to Mr. Leason."
Her threat jolted each of us as we realised what would happen if Mr.
Leason
heard about Kimberley's story. Very quickly each of us told Evelyn about
our
periods and we all confirmed we had reached that stage of womanhood.
"At least you've grown up that much. So why were you telling such a frivolous
story, Hayes?" Evelyn always addressed us by our last name.
"I... I don't know, Evelyn."
"Is it because all four of you don't know anything about sex so you have
to make
up stories?"
"I know about sex," Susie stated and then blushed.
"Oh you do, do you? And just what do you know?"
"That it gives you babies."
"Is that all?"
"Uhm," she swallowed nervously. "Parents have sex to get babies," she tried
to
explain.
"And just how do they do that?"
"I... I don't know, Evelyn."
"Do any of you know?" The older girl asked, challengingly.
We all had to admit that was about the extent of our knowledge.
"You mean to tell me none of you know what people do when they fuck?" She
looked incredulous at each one in turn and I was shocked at her use of
that
word. I'd only ever heard boys use it when they swore.
"You've never seen your parents doing it? Ever?"
"I might have," Jonie admitted. "Once I went into their bedroom and
Dad was
laying on top of Mum and they were both undressed. But I couldn't see
what
they were doing because Dad shouted at me to get out."
"Haven't you read any books. Hasn't your mothers talked to you?
"I don't have one," I said.
"Yes, I know that. But what about the rest of you?"
"No, Evelyn. Mine hasn't said anything."
"My Mum said that sex was bad and I mustn't do it under any circumstances
but she never told me exactly what she was talking about," Susie gushed turning
very red when she realised what she had said.
"Hm, typical I suppose," Evelyn stated. "So you four little darlings know
almost
nothing about what will be the most important thing in your lives in the
next few
years."
"Why is it so important?" Jonie asked innocently.
"Because you'll be doing it whether you want to or not. Either the boys
will
tempt you or you will get the urge yourself to experiment. You might just
go
out with the wrong boy and get yourself raped. It happens all the time,
believe
me. I guess you need someone to help you, don't you?"
We all looked blankly at her.
"If you want, I'll teach you everything you need to know about sex, my
little
munchkins. Do you want to become my students?"
"I do," I said without hesitation, for I knew absolutely nothing
except what
we four had joked about and never once understood. I don't know what
it was,
but something was ticking away in my head, almost telling me to listen
to this
older girl.
"Wha... What will we have to do?" Jonie asked, as yet unsure of what
she was
letting herself in for.
"It will be just like school and I'll be the tutor. It's good experience
for me because
I want to be a teacher anyway. You'll have to attend my classes every lunchtime
and sometimes after school. I'll make you sit for tests regularly and
give you
grades. There's just one thing, it's got to be kept a secret forever. Do
you
understand? If anyone talks, I'll hear about it and I guarantee I'll tell
Mr. Leason
about the malicious stories you've been telling about him?"
"It was just for fun, Evelyn," Kimberley whined.
"What if some of us want to stop coming?" Jonie butted in.
"You can if you want as long as you don't talk to anyone about the class."
"Then I'll come," Jonie agreed.
"Yes, I will too," Kimberley said.
"I'm scared but I'll join too," Susie said.
"Anyway, Evelyn, how come you know so much? You're not much older than
us." I asked because she sounded so superior.
"I'm nearly nineteen and I've had plenty of boyfriends. I know what the
dirty
little bastards want, don't I?"
"I suppose so," I had to agree.
"Good then we'll meet here tomorrow five minutes after the lunchtime bell
goes.
Make sure you're not late."
We all agreed we would be on time.
"Your assignment for tonight is this: when you go to bed tonight I want you
all to
put your finger on your pussy and stroke it for at least fifteen minutes.
You'll
need to wet it with some spit or you could chafe the tender skin. I want
to hear
what you felt when we meet tomorrow."
"I can't, Evelyn. My sister will see me," Susie half whispered.
"Then do it under the covers, silly."
"I'm going to feel stupid," I said.
"No, you're going to feel pussy," Evelyn corrected and the other girls laughed.
"Where will we meet after school?"
"At my place," Evelyn said. "My parents never get home before six-thirty.
All
right? Class dismissed. Happy stroking."
Chapter Two
I couldn't think of anything else but the assignment Evelyn had given me.
I
wasn't even thinking about the other girls as they went home and I certainly
wasn't thinking about the rest of my homework, which had to be done tonight.
I usually had finished my homework before my uncle arrived home from work
and I would have dinner cooking for him. But tonight, try as I might, English
literature and maths took twice as long.
As usual, uncle walked straight over to me and kissed my cheek. "How's my
girl
tonight?" He stood beside me waiting. Uncle always made time for me and
never
asked questions and then walked away without waiting for an answer. He looked
down at me with a smile on his face.
"Hello, Uncle I'm fine but I'm struggling with my homework tonight. I'm
not
finished yet."
"Then you keep going. I'll set the table," he said cheerfully and I thanked
him.
He was a wonderful person more like a father than an uncle.
We talked over dinner and I blurted out, "I'm taking after school lessons
from now
on, Uncle. One of the older girls who wants to be a teacher is going to
tutor us a
few nights a week."
"That sounds good, dear. What subjects?"
I hadn't thought of that and instantly became flustered. "Oh. Oh, er,
in most
subjects. English Lit. & Maths. Anything we want help with from time to
time, I
guess.
He seemed not to notice my nervousness. We did all the usual chores and
then
took turns to shower. Unless we had visitors, and that was a rarity for
uncle had
no other living relatives and just a few casual friends, we changed into
our
pajamas.
So most nights after changing into our nightclothes we'd both return to the
sofa to
watch TV, play a board game or just talk together. This was the time I enjoyed
most because we were there for each other's company more than anything
else.
It was usually television and he would put his arm around me and I would
snuggle into him. Sometimes I laid my head in his lap and the next thing
I would
know he'd be carrying me into my bedroom and kissing me goodnight. I often
sat right on his knee, my arm around his neck, our faces together and one
of his
hands around my bottom, the other resting on my leg or thigh.
I liked this the most because we were so close together and we genuinely
loved
each other as much as any uncle and niece could. Not once did he ever attempt
to
touch me in a sexual way, my breasts of bottom or the like. I think he liked
the
closeness just as much as I did but there were times when he moved me off
and I
began to understand why.
It was not quite true that I knew nothing about sex. I did know that men
put the
thing between their legs inside their wives to have sex. But the real significance
of that was simply lost on my innocent mind up to now.
But if a show was playing on TV that became a little risqué, when a man
and
woman became more than affectionate, or when women with naked breasts
were shown, something hard began to poke into my bottom. It didn't take
me
long to realise that these kinds of scenes started a reaction between his
legs. If
they began to talk about sexy things or become passionate or began doing
things
that I couldn't understand but no doubt Uncle clearly understood, or especially
if a
girl with naked breasts walked onto the picture, then this hard thing always
pushed into my buttock. At that stage he would ease me off with the excuse
that
I was sending his leg to sleep but I silently thought it was because something
was
waking up.
I still had no idea what it looked like, the thing between his legs and pictured
what one of the other girls had said once. "It looks like a banana," she
had said.
So what I had conjured up in my mind was something quite unbelievable but
even
I didn't think a large yellow protuberance waved around between all men's
legs.
Just occasionally at the swimming pool I'd see a bulge between a man's legs
a bit
like a breast in a single bra.
I put my satin nightie on and remembering Evelyn's instructions left off
my
knickers. I always wore panties under nighties or pajamas and quite often,
my bra
too. It wasn't that my breasts were big. In fact I am disappointed
at their
small size and envied the other girls, especially Susie and Evelyn. Evelyn's
boobs
were enormous and she wasn't fat at all. No, I wore panties and a bra to
bed
because it just seemed right. My mother never told me any differently and
Uncle
certainly never raised the subject.
"My you look cool this evening, darling," he said as I sat on his knee.
"Really
you're growing into a beauty, you know."
"Thanks, Uncle. It's so warm; I haven't got anything on underneath. It
feels
lovely."
"Oh. Hm. Yes, I see," he said quite flustered.
I put one arm around his neck and brushed his hair back. "You look tired,
Uncle."
"No, I'm fine," he said patting my bottom and resting his other hand on my
thigh.
I looked into his face and wanted to kiss him right on his lips. Some unknown
force seemed to be drawing me towards him.
"Really, sweetheart, I'm O.K. Truly," he added with that same loving smile
that
endeared me so closely to him. His words broke the force field I had seemed
to be
in and I laid my cheek against his.
We watched the program until it ended and I was conscious of our closeness
for
the first time. It was like a little voice was telling me he needed my
love more
desperately than ever.
I kissed his ear and whispered, 'I do love you, Uncle."
He smiled without looking at me but patted my bottom and held me tighter
for
some time.
Then, as the next show began a warning of the censorship ratings flashed
onto the
screen. "This program is rated for mature adults. It contains strong sex
scenes
and nudity"
Uncle said nothing for a moment and then stirred. "I think you'd better sit
on the
sofa, dear. My legs are going to sleep."
I hadn't even felt the lump that usually accompanied this request but knew
what
he meant even if he didn't think I did. I sat beside him and pulled his
arm around
my shoulder so I could snuggle against him.
"I can watch it can't I, Daddy?" I had called him that several times lately
and he
never asked once, why I did it.
"Well are you a mature adult?"
"Of course I am," I declared.
"That's O.K. then." He gave no indication of embarrassment but as
usual
never commented on the reason to the adult rating.
The nudity began immediately because a very attractive woman
was
taking a shower and the camera focused on every part of her body, running
up
and back, stopping for longer times on her breasts and the edge of her
pubic hair.
I watched for a while and then realised Uncle was breathing much faster
than he
usually did, drawing large gulps of air in and quickly breathing out
again. He
sucked his air in and quickly breathed out again. He lifted his body
off the
seat to get at more of his dressing gown, which he folded cautiously
over his
lap. It seemed to me he was getting quite worked up as the movie continued
and
he was holding me hard against his side with the arm that was around me.
I looked up at his face but he was entranced with the pictures and never
noticed
I had moved. I was still unsure of why he was acting like this
but knew
instinctively that it had something to do with the way men acted when they
looked at naked women.
I wonder how he would react if he saw me in the shower. Of course,
he had
never done so but the thought returned to me often during the movie. Except
for
seeing a man lying on top of the woman and both of them groaning,
I had
no idea of what they were really doing. The size and shape of the woman's
breasts and bottom were of more interest to me, and particularly of the
size of
her pubic hair. It was jet black and covered a much larger area than
mine did.
His deep breathing returned from time to time and it always coincided with
the
woman undressing or when she and the man were touching each other. We
never got to see what they were really touching, it was left to our imagination.
I
suspect Uncle had a much better idea that I did.
One day I will ask him what they are doing. That should shock him a
little. It
was difficult to stop the fits of laughter that were bubbling deep inside
me.
As soon as the picture was over, Uncle stood up and kissed me goodnight.
"It's
bedtime, young lady," he said, kissing me on the forehead as he struggled
to
stand up, a hand pressed against his front as though he was covering something
up. He headed straight for the bathroom.
It's strange thinking about the assignment I was shortly to begin.
Except for
washing myself each day and wiping the residues from going to the toilet,
I had
never once touched myself between my legs. There was never an urge to
do it,
ever.
What should I do? Keep my legs closed and force fingers between them
or
open them widely? Do I wet my pussy or my fingers to stop the chafing?
Will I
take off my nightdress or just pull it up? Is it going to hurt?
In the end I decided to strip off completely because it was so warm and
laid with
my legs just slightly spread. I could feel the opening of my puss as Mum
used to
call it when I was younger, and thought that should be enough. I turned
the light
out but my bedside clock showed me the time. I waited for over five
minutes
for the time to reach the quarter hour and tried to think of why Evelyn
wanted
us to do this. If Mum had been alive she would have called it dirty
I'm sure,
but it didn't concern me all that much.
The thing I thought about most was what I would tell Evelyn tomorrow. What
on
earth could I say about stroking my skin for fifteen minutes? Surely nothing
would happen out of the ordinary to talk about.
My finger, wet with spit was poised over my puss and at exactly quarter
past the
hour I touched myself. I think most of the wetness rubbed off onto my
hairs
but I soon found what I took to be my pussy lips as Evelyn called them.
They
were sharp and firm, like a plasticine knife, firm yet very smooth.
I ran my finger up and down for some time and realised it felt
quite
soothing. I needed to wet my finger several times and then found that
by
touching my finger right at the bottom of the opening, slippery liquid was
abundant. Then the feelings became more distinct. My tummy was bubbling
with millions of little bubbles, or so it felt, and a tickle that I had
never
experienced before began to grow deep inside my loins.
The clock told me I had more than half completed the task but every time
my
finger moved now, deeper sensations were growing inside me. They
certainly were not unpleasant and my hand kept stroking as though it
were a
machine. My nipples had turned hard as steel and the slightest movement
against the sheet made me want to touch them more and more. I found
my
breathing harder to control and suddenly realised it was in some ways
like
Uncle breathed during the movie. I was stimulating myself just as he must
have
been stimulated from watching a naked woman. My fingers pressed harder
against the firm pussy lips and my other hand began to stroke my nipples
making these new found feelings rise ever higher. I couldn't explain
what was
happening, just that I needed to keep doing it. It was the most incredible
thing
I had ever felt and I was doing it to myself.
My body was moving in rhythm to the stroking of my fingers and I couldn't
stop
the moans that passed my lips. They were but whispers I told myself as my
body
jerked as though out of control.
Just as the fifteenth minute had clicked over on my clock, Uncle rushed
into the
room without knocking.
"What's the matter, dear?" He asked with a look of concern.
"What? Oh, I don't know," I said, unable to think of any plausible answer.
The light was on and my bed was in a shambles. I quickly pulled the
sheet
right up and was sure he hadn't seen me naked.
He sat on the bed and stroked my forehead. "You're covered in perspiration,
darling. Were you having a bad dream? I could hear you moaning from my
room?"
"I... must have been, Uncle," I said trying to get my mind working again.
"It is a hot night," he said holding up my discarded nightdress. "Perhaps
that set
you off."
"It might have. I was so hot when I got into bed, that's why I took
off my
nightie," I lied. "But I can't remember dreaming."
"You must have been really tossing yourself around," he said, straightening
the
bedclothes up around my neck. "Would you like a cool drink?"
"Yes please, Uncle. I think I would."
When he returned I was sitting up in bed, my nightdress back on
but the
nipples pointing through. I know he saw them but he made no comment.
"Thank you, Uncle. I feel fine now," I assured him as I took the glass.
"Hmm,
that's good."
"You're sure you're alright now?"
"Yes thank you, Uncle," I smiled at him. He leaned down to kiss my forehead
and without thinking I took one of his hands in mine and clasped it to
me, just
below my chin. Looking up into his face I said, "Uncle, I do love you,"
I said
with feeling.
"I know," he whispered and kissed my hand as he pulled away. It
was all so
innocent and yet I'm sure forces that I didn't understand were already
working inside of me. "I love you very much too, baby," he said as he
closed the
door.
It took a long time to go to sleep. The feelings I had experienced were
beyond
anything I had expected and I had no answers as to why but was sure it had
everything to do with sex. It was Evelyn's way of teaching us that sex
was
special. If my fingers could do that to me, how much more could a
man do?
Would it be as nice or better or would it be worse? I knew what I had
felt but
how could I explain it to Evelyn? And I think my feelings towards Uncle
have
changed somehow. They seem to have grown much deeper. When he
breathed hard during the movie, was he feeling as good as I felt when
I
touched myself? But he hadn't touched himself at all, not between his legs
at
least.
I finally drifted off to sleep, so many questions left unanswered.
Chapter Three
They were walking towards me with smirks all over their faces as I neared
the
school gates.
"Well, did you do it?"
"Do what?"
"You know," Susie accused me.
"What?"
"Did you play with yourself last night?" Susie asked, exaggerating every
word.
"Oh, that. Of course. Didn't you?"
"We all did."
"That was our assignment," I reminded them, giving nothing away.
"Well?" Kimberley asked excitedly.
"Well what?"
"Oh, you are so exasperating," she said, grinding her teeth. "What was it
like?"
"Uhm, it's really hard to recall," I said matter of factly. "I don't
think you did it
at all," I accused the snooping girl.
"I did," Kimberley stated with a satisfied smile. "It was like magic."
"So did I," Jonie added.
"I couldn't because my little sister kept asking me what was wrong. I
couldn't
stop making a noise," Susie said. "But the bit I did was, wow." Her face
was
beaming.
"So that was the first time for you all, was it?" I asked, trying to look
surprised.
"You mean you've done it before?"
"I might have," I said giving nothing away. "You'll have to wait until
Evelyn
asks us to describe our feelings.
"Spoiled sport," Jonie pouted.
"You felt good though, didn't you," Kimberley asked.
"I slept well," I said.
"That's not what I meant and you know it," Kimberley accused me.
"Then just be patient."
None of us learned much from school that morning. All we could think
of was
getting to our extracurricular class at lunch.
"I glad to see you're all so prompt," Evelyn said. "Make sure it stays
that way. I
don't want to discipline you."
"You wouldn't do that," I stated as a question.
"Don't tempt me, Miss," she warned. "I assume you all completed your
assignment?"
Some nodded, and others responded with a whispered, "Yes."
"Evelyn, I couldn't do it for that long," Susie said self-consciously.
"My sister
kept asking me what was wrong because I kept making noises."
"Hmm. Then perhaps you'd better repeat the assignment this evening
at my
place. Then we can all see why you make so much noise."
"What? In front of you? I couldn't. It's not right," the frightened
girl
whimpered.
"Well, you'd better tell us what you felt even if you didn't do what you
were told."
"You mean in front of everyone. Couldn't we just talk together, Evelyn?"
"No, we all want to hear. You'll hear what we say as well," Jonie reminded
her.
"Oh. I suppose so. Well, I share a bedroom with my little sister and
there's not
much room between us you see. I tried to stay up later and pretended
to be
doing homework but Mum made me go to bed at the usual time. I didn't know
how to start at first."
"Neither did I," Jonie interrupted.
It was good to hear the others found that too.
"Just let her continue," Evelyn said.
"Well I just pulled my pajama pants down a bit and when I touched my...
My
uhm, my front..."
"Your vagina," Evelyn corrected.
"Yes, that."
"Then say it."
"When I touched my... My vagina, I found it was all wet and sticky. Slippery,
I
suppose. It seemed such a stupid thing to do. Anyway, almost as soon as
I
started I felt tingling right up my backbone and my teeth began to tickle.
It was
weird. I don't know why I felt so strange but it soon felt like I wanted
to press
my whole hand inside my stomach because it was so good. I mean even
when
my finger moved the smallest bit, I began to cry out. Moaning like. I
tried to
stop myself by stuffing the sheet between my teeth and biting but I couldn't
stop.
My stupid sister kept calling my name and asking if I wanted her to get
Mum."
"So that's when you stopped?"
"Yes, Evelyn. I'm sorry but I couldn't keep going even though I wanted
to. I
tried it in the shower this morning but it didn't feel anything like last
night."
"That's because you need to be in the right frame of mind to enjoy sex properly,"
Evelyn told her. "I want you to complete the assignment, Morrow, so it
looks
like it's to be at my place tonight."
"Not in front of everyone. Please, Evelyn."
"We'll see. Now, Sullivan. Describe your feelings."
"Me? Oh. I think I did the same but went for the whole time. I have
my own
room. Evelyn, it was the most wonderful feeling. It just kept getting
stronger
and stronger and I'm sure that I couldn't have stopped rubbing myself..."
"Where?" Evelyn interrupted.
"My pussy lips, of course," Jonie said blushing, and looking around at each
of us.
"It was like I was addicted to it, my whole body began to move without me
even
trying and I felt like I was rising up a great steep cliff, the sensations
were
unbelievable. My pussy was steaming, I think and the ache deep inside
my...
My vagina, was so strong and wonderful I just couldn't stop. In the end
I began
using both hands and pressed harder and harder. I don't think I would
have
stopped even if Mum had walked in and caught me."
"I'll bet you would have," I said.
"Anyway that wasn't all. There seemed to be this cliff, see, and I imagined
my
body was simply drifting up towards the top. It was like a dream and yet
I was
wide awake and moaning with pleasure, let me tell you. Then something
happened that I couldn't explain. It was like I exploded, right there on
the bed. I
don't know what my parents thought but they must have heard. Our house
is
not so big. All of a sudden the feelings became intense and I couldn't
breath.
My body stiffened and then began jerking all over the bed. It was
unbelievable, the feeling that is. I have never felt anything like it
and it lasted
for so long. It seemed like my vagina was feet wide and feathers were tickling
me all the way inside.. up my pussy hole. I know kept moaning, I couldn't
stop
and by then my hands were pulling against the bedclothes, I wasn't even
touching myself. You've no idea how good it was, Evelyn. Thank you for
making us do it."
"So what happened then," I asked, astonished at what she had said for I
thought
she was exaggerating.
"I just laid there covered in perspiration and it slowly went away
but it took
another fifteen minutes before I felt anything like normal again. Afterwards,
I
wanted a drink so much that I went downstairs and got a glass of milk.
That
was when Mum called me into the family room. She wanted to know if
I was
alright because she heard some noises, was what she said. I told her
I was fine
and just thirsty. She looked at me very strangely but let me go back
to bed."
"Gosh, Jonie. I would have died. What if she had known?"
"I think she did," Evelyn said. "You experienced an orgasm as every woman
does from time to time. It's the reason we want sex. The pleasure we
women
get for letting dirty little boys maul us for their own pleasures. The
real secret
is being able to achieve it every time and that's not so easy. Most
men just
want to Bon, quirt their stuff and go to sleep. Only a few think of
our
pleasure."
"I don't understand, Evelyn," I said.
"You will in time. Tomorrow we'll talk about the anatomy of men, their
cocks
in other words and what they do with them."
"Gosh," Kimberley said in wonder.
"But there's still two little innocents who haven't shared yet," Evelyn
said. "Did
either of you experience an orgasm?"
"I don't think I did," I said. "It was very nice. Very nice indeed and
I found my
body swaying from side to side as these feelings became stronger. It
was a
most incredible feeling so I can't imagine it being any better."
"It is, believe me," Evelyn said.
"The problem I had," I continued, "was that right in the fifteen minute
mark, my
Uncle came into the room to see what was wrong. I didn't even know I was
crying out."
"Gosh, what did he say?" Kimberley asked with a shocked look.
"The worst part was that he saw my nightie on the floor beside the bed
so he
knew I was naked under the bedclothes."
"How embarrassing," Susie laughed.
"Yes and I was still getting those strange feelings inside my puss when
he sat
on the bed. It was hard to concentrate but I finally told him I had
a bad
dream. When he held up my nightie with a questioning look I told him I
had felt
too hot and took it off and that was probably why I had nightmares."
"Did he believe you?"
"I think so. He brought me a drink and then left me to sleep."
"What about how you felt while you were stroking yourself," Evelyn
prompted.
"Yes, that was great. Just like Jonie, I suppose but I never exploded as
she did. I
only used one hand and wet my fingers with spit a few times before all
my puss
lips became real slippery. When my uncle left, it took a long while for
the
feelings to go away but I slept well after that."
"Sex is a strong pacifier," Evelyn said. "You'll find out just how wonderful
it
is when I allocate boys to fuck each of you."
"What?"
"No, I won't let you."
"You can't make me, Evelyn."
"Never."
The shock horror written on every face as four voices objected together.
"Ha. Ha. Ha. You should see yourselves. God, what a sight," Evelyn
was
bending over with laughter. "No, I a sight," Evelyn was bending over with
laughter. "No, I won't allocate anyone. I just wanted to see
the reactions."
"Beast," Susie who was the timid one among us hissed.
"But let me tell you this in total confidence. You promise?"
We all agreed.
"Sex with men is the most wonderful feeling, believe me. I've made love
with
women, which was about the same as touching myself, like you did last night.
But when a man begins to woo you and finally connects, the bliss is beyond
anything you could imagine."
"Gosh," Kimberley said. "You've had sex with a woman?"
"Maybe you should all try it," Evelyn told them. "At least you'll find out
whether
you have lesbian tendencies or not. Another woman knows what you need much
more than any man, and they can be so tender, believe me."
"Yuk," Jonie said. "Wasn't it awful really?"
"No, it wasn't, Sullivan. I told you it was something like touching yourself
but
with a little more excitement because it was so naughty."
"Who was it?" I asked.
"That will always remain my secret," she said softly.
"How old were you?"
"About your age. If you like you can experiment with each other at my place
tonight." We all saw the gleam in her eye and one of us said she was just
saying it
to scare us again.
"Maybe I am but the offer stands."
None of us responded, absolutely shy to the thought.
"It's your turn, Hayes. Did you enjoy yourself?"
Kimberley blushed. "Yes, I did. It was very nice indeed, Evelyn. I don't
know
why I hadn't thought of doing it to myself before you told us. I did it
for the
whole fifteen minutes and loved every minute but I don't think I got as worked
up
as the other three. I never made any noise and I'm sure I didn't have what
Jonie
did."
"My orgasm," Jonie prompted.
"Yes. I mean no I didn't have an orgasm. Gosh it sounds so crude, orgasm,
don't
you think? But it was so soothing I fell asleep as soon as I saw the fifteen
minutes
were up and didn't stir until Mum woke me up this morning."
"Well, little children, you've had but your first taste of sex and I've got
much more
to teach you. The next thing you'll have to learn is how to train yourself
to come
quickly and also how to hold off your orgasm for as long as you want. Three
of
you have still to experience your first one so I suggest you practice after
school at
my place."
Loud objections rose from all of us.
"You can have separate rooms if you're that shy in front of each other.
The silly
thing is that you all know what the others will be doing and you've talked
about it
in front of all of each other. So what's so wrong with lying on the carpet
in the
same room and making yourself feel good? You'd probably all have your eyes
closed anyway. I'll even drop my knickers and do it with you so no one is
left out.
Think about it and we'll decide democratically when we're all together.
Don't talk
about it meanwhile."
The bell for next class rang just as she had finished.
"Four o'clock at my place. Don't be late. We'll finish by six if you need
to phone
your parents."
Schoolwork wasn't on my mind at all during the afternoon and I could see
the
others didn't have their heart in the lessons either. Evelyn's house was
almost in
the centre of a circle around our four homes so it was very convenient.
I had
already told Uncle Ben that I would be home later so didn't need to phone
him.
We decided to walk together for no one wanted to arrive there first on their
own.
Evelyn opened the door, wearing a bathrobe and ushered us into the living
room.
Chapter Four
"All on time again. Congratulations. You'll find the time goes very fast
when
you're enjoying something so we'll get straight down to it. I'm going to
show you
something before you start your pleasures."
We were all hesitant and scared by what was to come, touching ourselves in
front
of the others that is, and Evelyn was conscious of it.
She took off her robe and stood, wearing a petticoat. I was sure she didn't
have a
bra on because her large tits wobbled a lot.
"Now firstly, there is nothing wrong with looking at another girl while she's
undressed. We all know what is under every girl's clothes, don't we?"
We shuffled self-consciously.
"You have all looked at your nakedness in the mirror, I'm sure. And we're
basically all the same. Maybe some are fatter, or thinner, bigger tits or
almost
none at all, lousy legs or great ones. It makes no difference. We all have
tits,
bums and pussies. Agreed?"
"Yes," we mumbled.
"Right. Now I'm going to describe in detail the functions of a woman's
pussy."
She sat on the carpet and told us to kneel close behind her. It felt a
bit spooky to
me and I began to perspire when she openly hitched up her petticoat around
her
waist and spread her legs wide apart. "I'm doing it this way because this
will be
your own assignments tonight." She then positioned a mirror in front of her
pussy
and angled it so she, and of course, we too, could see clearly into the deep
pink
slit of her sex.
"This is my pussy, ladies. This is what every boy and man in this world
wants to
plug with his cock, hand or anything else he can think of."
Susie gasped from embarrassment.
"Keep watching, Morrow, or you'll fail tomorrow's test. See my pubic hair.
Lots
more than yours I'll bet, but give yourself a little longer and yours will
be the
same." One hand held the puss lips apart. "The outer lips," she said, sliding
fingers around the rim of the puffy edges. "And here, the inner lips or
labia.
These are the lips you would have stroked so lovingly last night. See how
much
pinker they are? It's because millions of little blood vessels are close
to the
surface to feed the nervous system and that's why they are so sensitive.
Here is
the little hole we pee through." She rubbed a finger over the wet little
hole. I was
surprised at how tiny it looked.
"It might be small but stretches when a stream is forced through it. Now
you've
still got something I haven't," she went on, her fingers moving downwards.
"What do you think it could be?"
"My cherry," Jonie answered immediately.
"Very good. Yes, you're still virgins and there's a barrier called your
hymen just
inside your pussy lips. You can poke your finger inside, very carefully I
might
add, and feel it. The first time you have sex, it is broken forever. See
how my
whole finger slides inside my pussy. You can't do this until you let a man
in
first."
We all watched in silence as her index finger slid the full length in and
out of her
pussy. "This is also the channel from which your monthly periods flow.
I take it
you are all free of the curse at present." We all nodded.
She finally withdrew her finger and wiped the wetness on her other hand.
"It's nice doing that but a cock feels much better, believe me. Now there's
just
one more spot. The most important, as you'll soon realise. This little
cover," she
said, pushing back some skin at the top of her slit, "This is where the most
pleasure comes for a woman. Do you know what it is?"
Silence reigned.
"This ladies is your clitoris. It is most like a man's cock for it swells
when you're
aroused and gives the most incredible feelings. When you masturbate, this..."
"What does that mean, Evelyn?" Kimberley asked. "Masterate?"
"It's masturbate, Hayes. That's what you did to yourselves last night.
You
masturbated. Most women do it from time to time but boys and men do it
probably more often than having sex with a woman. Especially if the man
has no
wife or lover. But what they do is quite different to us. You'll learn
about their
nasty ways tomorrow. Now back to what I was saying, "This will become the
focal point of your sexual life. This little nub of flesh is what you will
want your
partner to stroke or poke or suck or nibble or lick or kiss or rub or nuzzle
more
than anything else."
We all listened in silence. I'm sure the others were coming to terms with
all the
things men did to our clitoris. I was too but more so, I thought deeply
about
what she said about men without a wife. They masturbated. Oh, gosh, Uncle
Ben masturbates, just like I did last night. I couldn't believe it.
"I see I've finally got your full attention at last. Well believe me, they'll
all want
to do it and it will be very nice. The best. Better than when they push
their
cock right up inside your pussy...""I think I'm going to be sick," Susie
gasped.
"Nonsense," Evelyn looked around. "Just believe me, it gives you the best
feelings. But there's one important thing. You must learn to know what
feels best
for you so that when your lover finally gets you alone and the heavy breathing
starts, you can guide him to the ways that make you feel the best. If you
don't it's
slam, bam, thank you ma'am and he's finished and falling asleep before you
begin
to feel sexy let alone satisfied. Do you all understand?"
We all said yes in one way or another but I was sure there was a lot
more to it
than being that simple. Hopefully if we kept up this so-called class,
we might
eventually understand a lot more. What she showed us today though
was a
total education about my puss that I had never even thought about before.
And Uncle Ben, masturbating? I wonder how often he does it? And how?
"Now I want to say something about what men want to do when a couple first
become amorous. They love to watch you undress, a strip tease as it were
and
they love to help you do it. In fact many men want you to remain totally
still
while they undo every button, zipper and catch right down to the suspenders
and
bra. I think they fantasize about it so much that when the occasional chance
comes their way, they want to do everything. So you'll have to get used
to
undressing without being embarrassed. Be shy by all means for they love that.
It's
the power of the male and all that stuff. But if he wants to watch you or
do it
himself, let him. Be little Miss Innocent and blush for all your worth but
never be
nervous. It'll take some practice because baring your all isn't easy.
So we're
going to start right now."
"Evelyn," Susie wailed. "I don't want to take my clothes off in front of
everyone."
"Me either," I said nervously.
"I didn't say you were going to, but it will be a test for you. Remember,
no
nervousness and you can blush as much as you want. Now line up in front
of the
settee," she directed as she sat down on it.
Without saying more she leaned over and ran her hands up under my skirt and
began to slide my panties down. I couldn't believe it and jumped backwards,
slipping over onto the carpet.
"Stand up and be still," was all Evelyn said.
I looked at the others and they looked as shocked as I felt.
"Remember, no embarrassment. If I were your boyfriend, you'd be a disaster."
I stood up and she continued until the pink undies were around my ankles.
She
made me lift one foot and then the other then picked them up and laid them
neatly
out at one end of the settee. I knew I was blushing like never before and
realised
I had let this happen without saying one word.
Jonie was next and she made no objection at all. In fact she was smiling
to
herself as black lace slid downwards. Evelyn laid them out beside mine.
Kimberley jumped as Evelyn moved in front of her and gasped a questioning
"Uhm," while her face was the picture of devastation but she too didn't object.
Her pink cotton panties were laid beside the others.
"No," Susie said, backing away slightly. She didn't want to do it but she
didn't
want to be the only one to object. Evelyn just indicated with her hand
that she
wanted Susie to step up and finally she gave in.
"I really don't want to do this," she whimpered. "Please don't tell anyone,
Evelyn."
Tears flowed down her face but she allowed Evelyn's hands to roam under her
face but she allowed Evelyn's hands to roam under her skirt and stepped out
of
her bright red panties as they fell around her ankles.
"Well now, we're all the same. Naked pussies. Can't you feel the freedom?"
I agreed I could and it felt rather naughty.
"Alright. We're going to have two votes," Evelyn said as she handed us
each two
pieces of blank paper and a pen. "You will write either yes or no to the
following
questions. The first is: Do you want to masturbate together in this room?
Now
remember this, you all know everyone has done it and you are going to do
it
again. It'll be a lot easier for me to supervise. Write your answer."
I had thought a lot about it and intended to say no, that I wanted to be
in a
separate room but something made me change my mind. I think there's an evil
gnome mixing up my brain at present. Anyway I wrote yes and laid it face
down
on the table just as the others did. It wasn't a secret ballot because Evelyn
then
turned up our answers and left them in front of each voter. I thought they
were
going to think me sick because I said yes but surprise, surprise. Everyone
agreed.
"That saves me a lot of time," Evelyn said and then continued. "The second
vote
is for sometime later once you've begun to understand your sexual needs better.
Write yes or no to this: Do you want to explore the body of other girls and
allow
them to do the same to you?"
"Oh," Susie gasped. "I didn't think... Oh, what must I..."
"Just mark your answer as you want, Morrow. Leave out the hysterics."
I had never once felt the desire to do so until Evelyn put the idea into
our heads.
At least we were all friends and had seen each other in various states of
undress
many times in the change rooms. But to touch and be touched was more than
naughty, and it made me feel very sexy. I wrote yes again.
Evelyn read out the results as she turned each vote over. "Yes, yes, no,
yes. I
guess that leaves you as the only dissenter, Morrow."
"I'm sorry, really," she looked around at each of us trying to make us understand
"It's alright, Morrow. It's simply your choice and you won't be forced.
I'm sure
the others understand your reluctance."
"It's not that I don't like you. You're my friends," she whined at us.
"I didn't think
you would want to."
"Morrow, let's not have any dramatics. It won't happen for a week or so
and you
might just change your mind. Well, we've got just over half an hour to
give
yourselves an orgasm with no parental constraints. To make it a little
easier on
the more reluctant ones, I think you can lay down on the rug with your heads
in
the centre and your feet pointing to each corner. At least then, you'll
keep your
pussies from the other's gazes. Everyone on their backs, knees wide apart
and
heels tucked into your bottom. Remember your clitoris, that's the spot but
don't
forget how nice it felt when you stroked your labia last night. Start now
and I
will tell you when fifteen minutes are up. You'll need just as long to calm
down
again."
I tried to relax but realising all four of us were doing such an illicit
thing and in
front of this older girl who apparently was going to make sure we were doing
it
right, well, it made me more and more tense. I wet my finger and began to
slowly
stroke my lips, finding that the whole of my puss was sodden with the sticky
substance I found last night. It made my fingertips slide easily and soon
the
sensations were building just like last night. Jonie who was on one side
of me
was already moaning from her pleasures, just a few grunts coming from the
others.
"Try your finger here," Evelyn said as I felt her lift my hand off the tender
puss
lips and press against my newfound clitoris. My eyes were closed but it
didn't
take a genius to realise she was kneeling directly in front and looking at
everything I owned. Wide open puss lips, clitoris and probably even my
bottom
hole.
Oh, goodness, what have I got myself into, I thought but when she took my
fingertip between her fingers and began to vibrate it across my clitoris,
modesty
left me completely. She let go and I moved my finger all the faster, realising
that
the harder I pressed, the narrower the knife-edge I seemed to be walking
along,
got. It was good, very good, much more sensitive than last night. Much deeper
sensations that seemed to cover my whole crotch and my nipples that were
still
covered thank heavens.
I knew I was moaning and crying out with the best of them and the other girl's
noises meant nothing. All I wanted was to make my body respond more and
more. I was trembling with sensations that simply took control and it seemed
the
knife-edge was so narrow I could only fall off. Sure enough, my whole nervous
system exploded as shuddering sensations wracked my legs and torso. I
was out
of control as lightening tore through me, causing my head to bob up and down,
face quivering with emotion, moaning cries rising to the ceiling. My orgasm
had
shown itself to me for the first time. Oh, what a wondrous feeling it was.
I
knew I was calming down because eventually my leg muscles stopped doing their
own thing and my whole body subsided into a period of blissful relaxation.
I did this. I made my body show me pleasures I had never dreamed of.
Others
around me were still finding their pleasures because the loudness still
reverberated but I didn't care. I was feeling just fine. I could sleep
for a whole
week without any trouble. I laid and enjoyed.
"Keep going," I heard a voice say. "Come on, do it again. As many as
you can
give yourself in fifteen minutes."
A hand pressed my fingers against a still quivering clitoris and rotated
them over
the surface. I was weak with expended energy but I could feel the sensations
rising again almost instantly. I wriggled and pressed the four fingers over
my
puss and mainly against the most wondrous clitoris and soon felt my legs
vibrating again. It was all happening so quickly this time I couldn't believe
it. I
was crying freely, half squealing as a second orgasm rose swiftly inside
my puss.
It was much faster this time, like the froth in a washing machine as it began
to
overflow. I couldn't stop my fingers from as it began to overflow. I
couldn't
stop my fingers from their task. They had taken over this time and as the
explosion erupted, all breath was driven from my lungs and I struggled to
breathe
for what seemed a lifetime. And then it laid me down softly as the sensations
slowly subsided. I was in heaven, I thought. I made myself come twice and
lie
still feeling the pleasures dwindling and yet cling to me. How long would
they
take to go away? Surely, it couldn't be any better than this? How could
it?
The others were sighing or half sobbing and I knew we had all succeeded.
We
were all jubilant and half asleep. We were learning what being a woman was
all
about.
Evelyn left us in peace for a long time until finally her soft voice told
us it was
time to go.
"You've learned much, ladies," she said as we began to sit up, pulling our
skirts
down in automatic modesty. "You all achieved orgasms, three of you twice.
Well
done. Tonight in the privacy of your rooms I want each of you to draw your
pussy
by looking in a mirror just as I did for you. Fill in all the details and
have a ruler
handy. I want each drawing to be exactly life-size. No names in case it
should
fall into wrong hands. And after that you can practice again if you want.
Just
remember the noise though. Parents know more than you give them credit for."
Chapter Seven
Lunchtime the next day, we all arrived together to the meeting place; a seat
furthest from the school and Evelyn was already waiting.
"My, my. We're all smiles today," she joked. "What's caused this then?
"You," Jonie said as she handed over her drawing. I took mine from a book
I had
been clutching all morning. As Susie handed hers over, we heard her whisper,
"Evelyn, I want the girls to touch me too. Can I change my mind please?"
"Sure, Morrow. I thought you would. Hey good drawing too."
I was proud of my effort, which had taken over two hours to complete. I'd
shaded
it and made sure the length of my puss lips were exact as well as the width
of my
clitoris. I even tried to draw in the legs and squiggled in a lot of curly
hair
surrounding my puss. The little pee-hole was the easiest. I handed it
to Evelyn.
"That's very good too." She looked at Kimberley's and congratulated her too.
"I
really didn't expect this high standard of work. Well done. I've marked
them one
to four in alphabetical order so I'll know who is who but no one else will.
They'll
remain with me always."
"What will you do with them, Evelyn?" Kimberley asked.
"Probably look at them and start touching herself," Jonie said with a giggle.
"I just might. But once you've left school, they'll be framed and hung in
my
bedroom. Four juicy pussies that had been poked in my face one special night."
It sent us into fits of laughter.
"Well I was going to show you what a man hides between his legs. Do you
want
to see or not?"
The answer was obvious. This was what it was really all about.
She looked around and then brought a book from her bag. She opened it at
a
marked page held it up to show us a black and white photo of a crinkly little
finger of flesh hanging down between a mans legs. It seemed to be nestled
against a bag with two rounded lumps. "This, ladies, is man's pride and
joy. His
cock. His penis to be more accurate."
"It looks so insignificant," Kimberley said. "What makes them so proud of
that?"
"It doesn't always look like that," Evelyn said. "I guess you could say
this is in a
state of sleep. See the tip here. You can just see a crease. That's where
he pees
from and these things behind his cock are his testicles."
"His balls," Jonie added.
"They do mostly call them that, Sullivan. The two testicles actually manufacture
their sperm inside the scrotum, that's the pouch of skin here, but the sperm
is
stored in a sac somewhere near their bladder. I'm sure you've all heard
the term,
'Kick him in the balls'?
I had and so had the other girls. "That's if someone tries to rape me,"
Susie said.
"Why?"
"Because it's the most tender part of his whole body. If you grabbed his
pouch, his
balls, and squeezed, it brings on the most intense sickening pain and usually
flattens them. They can't even stand up for minutes afterwards. I guess
kicking
them there would be all the worse. But if instead, you ran your fingers
lightly
over the surface it brings on the most erotic feelings a man can experience.
His
sexual drive stems solely from what's between his legs. We get sexy feelings
from lots of areas but he can only think of his cock and balls. That's all
he ever
wants stroked and when you do it this is what happens."
I gasped when she brought out a magazine that showed a close-up photograph
of
this huge curved thing that was pointing towards the sky.
"It does look like a banana but not yellow," I gasped which set Evelyn into
wild
laughter.
"I couldn't imagine it ever being yellow," she laughed. "Unless he caught
some
dreaded disease. At least it has the same shape."
"Someone once told me their father's looked like a banana and all I pictured
was
this yellow thing. I didn't know."
"That's not what they do it with though, is it, Evelyn?" Kimberley asked.
"If you mean to fuck you, it surely is."
"But it wouldn't fit. It's too big," she said, her eyes bulging.
"What makes it change shape?" I now realised why Uncle Ben was so self-
conscious about me sitting on his lap sometimes.
"The moment a man thinks or sees or hears or starts to do something that
is
remotely sexy something triggers his brain and blood rushes into this little
bit of
gristle," Evelyn explained, pointing back to the first photo. "In seconds
he looks
like this or something in between. Sometimes he grows just a little at first
and
when his partner begins to stimulate him, either by kissing him or stroking
his
cock, he hardens up instantly."
"How does he masturbate then?" I asked. "The pee-hole is so small."
"He does it quite differently. He takes his erection in his hand and runs
it back
and forth along the whole length. Most men come much more quickly than we
do
and that's why we have to learn to keep them from exploding until we have
our
orgasm. Otherwise, once he ejaculates, all he wants to do is roll over and
go to
sleep."
"Does ejaculate mean something like shoot?" Susie asked shyly. I had never
heard the word either.
"That's an apt description, Morrow. That's exactly what they do. When
they
achieve orgasm, sperm shoots out of the tip of their cock in very strong
spurts.
It's all white and gooey and is meant to be lodged as deep inside our vagina
as
possible to give the sperm the best chance fertilizing the egg that might
be ready
in our womb."
"So that's what happens. I've seen television pictures of fish fertilizing
their
eggs but I never knew how people did it. Does it hurt?" Susie again.
"Not at all. I guess I've felt the spurts a few times because they were
so strong
but as we both have the same body temperatures, you hardly notice it."
"Doesn't it simply run out when he stops?" Susie again, I thought to myself.
"Sure but the strongest little sperms, they're microscopic you know, are
already
swimming up our vulva towards their only goal, to be the first to attach
itself to
our waiting egg. The moment that happens, boom and you're pregnant."
"Gosh, I don't want to do it at all then," Susie said again.
"I do," Jonie stated matter of factly.
"It means you must protect yourself all the time," Evelyn said. "Here,
I've
brought these for you. Two condoms each. Keep them in your purse and if
the
time ever comes when you give in to a boy who hasn't got one, at least there
a
good chance you won't get pregnant and you won't catch any diseases. Of
course,
the Pill is the easiest but I'm sure your mothers won't be too happy about
letting
you use that right now, and the Pill will not stop you catching Aids or some
other
nasty if you pick the wrong guy to dally with."
"I wouldn't be game to ask Mum anyway," Kimberley said.
"Me either," Susie added.
"I've already got a packet," Jonie said. "But I don't use them."
"How did you get them?" I asked, enviously.
"My sister. She takes them all the time, I mean one every morning. Mum
knows. I think she does it with her boyfriend but she won't say."
"If you've got a boyfriend, you can bet you'll get up to naughty things before
long,
and when you've done it once you'll want to do it again and again," Evelyn
told
her. "You're probably right."
"Evelyn, wouldn't he make a mess of himself if the sperm shoots out so fast?
He'd get it all over himself,"
I asked. "Do they do other things too?"
"You're right," she said. "One of my boyfriends told me he always wore a
rubber
and when his pleasure was over he just threw the condom full of sperm down
the
toilet. One of my boyfriends went berserk every time he saw me taking my
panties down and he took them home with him. When he gave them back they
were always crunched up into a little ball and hard as anything. He rubbed
his
cock with my panties and shot the stuff into them then screwed them up and
put
them away so his mother wouldn't find them."
"Did you have to throw them away?"
"No, it washes out, silly. But I must say, letting him watch me take my
undies off
always made him so randy. He was a good lover."
"Why did you stop doing it with him then?" This came from me before I even
realised.
"It was sad," she said with a far off look in her eyes. "His parents moved
away
and I've never seen him since."
"Did you really take all your clothes off in front of him, Evelyn?" Kimberley
asked.
"Only when we were inside, when our parents were out. Otherwise we did it
in his
car or in a forest or somewhere secluded. Then he just unzipped his fly
and I
lowered my panties a little. If anybody had ever caught us, we would have
been
at least decent."
"And you never got pregnant?" Jonie asked. "I took the pill and always made
them
use a condom, every boy I did it with. It's important to make sure the
damn thing
doesn't slip off his cock until it's well away from your pussy too. I've
heard of
little accidents like that."
"Gosh, it sounds so complicated," Susie wailed. "I'd be too scared to do
any of
this with a boy."
"I want to do it, it seems so exciting." Jonie said and I could see she was
very
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