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 I slipped one day while paying and hurt myself between my legs.  I had to
go home and tell my mum, but only my step-dad was home.  He checked me out
quickly after listening to my story.  Then he said I'd have to take off my
shorts.  I didn't like that idea, but he was my step-dad.
   Well, I took them off, but when I slid my panties down, there was a
little bit of blood on them.  I was very scared and started to cry again.
He hugged me tight, and soothed me, telling me he was sure it was okay,
stroking his hand up and down my back.  When I calmed down, he set me up on
the bed.
   He told me to lie back, and I was so scared.  I knew he wasn't going to
hurt me, but I was scared that I was hurt already.  He ran his hands over
my legs, and told me that he had to touch my little pussy lips, to check
inside, but he couldn't see anything wrong from outside.
   I just nodded and told him it was okay.  I could feel him parting my
smooth little folds, and he ran his fingertip slowly down my slit.  He
slipped his finger into me up to the first knuckle and I squealed because
it hurt, and he figured out that I'd broken my hymen, and that was what the
blood was from.
   He told me I was alright, and that there was nothing wrong, and then
withdrew his finger and asked me if I'd like him to 'kiss it and make it
better.'
   I was so relieved that there was nothing wrong, and I asked him to
please make it feel better.  He gave me one kiss, just above my slit, and
then again, he started kissing lower, he was very gentle, just giving me
small kisses all over the outside of my little pussy.  It was unfortunately
all he got to do...that time...because we could hear my brothers coming
back inside.
   *sighs* I have often fantasized about what would have happened if we
hadn't been interrupted.
   Anyway, we were moving down to my stepdad's house the summer after I was
in seventh grade, (he lived in a town about 20 miles away) and I was
allowed to move down the month before school let out, so I could make some
new friends before the next school year.  My mom and brothers came down
every evening, but I was more or less alone with my stepdad in the
afternoons.
   The first time he made a move on me, I had to go to the doctor to get my
shots up to date, and so was out of school.  He took me to the doctor, and
brought me home, and we sat on the couch to watch a movie, and I ended up
falling asleep curled up with my head resting on his thigh.
   The first two times, the pictures were fully dressed, but after that, he
started asking me to take the top down, and I would, holding my breasts up
for him to take pictures of.  Then we went further, and I eventually
started taking everything off.
   He took a few of me with my legs spread...those were my favorites.  He
wouldn't let me touch him.  But he told me that they were his favorite
pictures, and that he loved to jerk off to them.
   Around this time, I started getting sexually active with other boys,
after my brother.  And he wanted to hear every detail.  I knew that it got
him hard.  He and I would go for a run every Saturday morning after
everyone had moved down to his place and we didn't have much time alone
anymore.  And I would tell him about sucking a boy's cock and letting him
cum in my mouth for the first time, or about my fantasies of being with
another girl.
   It wasn't until I was in high school that our fun finally resumed...and
started going further.
   I went to a progressive school, and on Wednesday's and Thursday's we had
short days, we didn't start school until 10am...we got into a rhythm.
   I never set my alarm clock on those mornings.  He would always come wake
me up with my 'morning massage' as he called it.
   The first few times, he stroked me like he had that first time, just
over my panties.  When I realized he was going to come in every time I had
a late morning...I stopped wearing panties to bed.
   The first time I did that, it was his groan that woke me up, and the
feel of his fingers sliding over naked flesh, then sliding his middle
finger deep into me.
   I woke up to the feel of his hand gently cupping my breast, sliding over
it, and toying with my nipple, but I pretended to still be asleep, because
I wanted to see what else he would do.
   And he did not stop there.
   It was nearly summer, and already in the 90's so I was just wearing a
tanktop, bra, panties and a pair of loose shorts.  And the next thing I
felt was his hand on my thigh, lightly stroking my tanned skin, and pulling
the material of my shorts upward so he could see my panty-clad ass.
   He ran his hand over my ass and then he leaned over slightly, leaning
his body toward me, and I adjusted myself slightly, still pretending to be
asleep.  I could tell he thought I was, because he froze for a moment when
I moved, but when I stilled, he continued petting.
   When I moved, I had parted my thighs just a little, drawing one of my
legs up, and I knew he could see my panties.
   It was turning me on, to give him a show, but I didn't know how he would
react.  Soon his fingers were sliding down over the gusset of my panties,
very lightly tracing over my pussy lips.
   It was so hot.  I had a hard time not moaning, or breathing hard.  I had
to force myself to breathe slow and even.
   He pushed in slightly with his middle finger as he stroked along my
panties.  I am sure he could feel me starting to get wet.  The pressure
pushed his finger between my lips with my panties, exposing my lips on
either side, and he ran his finger up my slit until he hit my clit.
   I couldn't pretend to be asleep then, I moaned and moved my hips a
little bit, pushing my thighs together, trying to trap his hand, because I
didn't want him to stop.  He didn't!
   He still remained on top of my panties, but rubbed my clit through them.
He circled it, and then pinched it gently, then backed off, running his
fingertip down the length of my panties, and then he'd return to my clit.
It felt like hours that he was doing that, driving me crazy, but it was
probably only a half hour or so.  Still, he teased me until I put my hands
over his from the front(his hand was stroking from behind) and held his
finger against me while I bucked against his finger.
   He held it on my clit until I shuddered through my orgasm, then slowly
stroked along the slit while I calmed down.  I remember him leaning down
then, nibbling at my ear and then sucking on the lobe before he asked,
"Feel better, baby girl?"
   For a long time, he never pressed me for anything in return.  But he
started taking polaroids of me.  I would wear a leotard to exercise in,
usually one of my mom's though I filled it out a little more than she
did..I remember my favorite was a yellow and black one that had a zipper
down the front at the chest, and I would zip it down when I'd get on the
stair stepper, and let him take pictures of me.
   After that, it was always his fingers inside me that woke me, at first
it was just the one, but when he discovered I moaned more, he started using
two, working them into me and fingering me, rubbing his thumb over my clit
until I came on his fingers.
   I think the point that he finally lost the ability to say no anymore to
me touching him was the morning I grabbed his wrist when he was pulling
away, and pulled his fingers to my mouth to lick myself off them.
   The next night, I was begging to go to a party, I really wanted to go
out, and my mom said I had to ask my stepdad.  He came into my room and I
was saying "pretty please" while I was rubbing up against him, promising
that if I got fucked, I'd come home and tell him about it.
   Well, he locked my door...and he was standing beside it and the chair
that was near it.  I knelt down on the seat of the chair and looked up at
him.  He ran his hands through my hair and asked what he was going to get
for letting me go.  I told him I'd give him whatever he wanted.
   That was the first time I got to see his cock.  He unbuckled his belt
and unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down over his hips and told me to
touch him.  He wasn't even fully hard when I started stroking him, and
after just a few strokes, he came on my tits.  He said he'd never cum
before when he was half-hard.  But he wasn't done.  He was still getting
hard.  And that's when he told me to suck his cock.  He said he'd heard all
about me sucking the cocks of little boys, now it was time I tried a man's.
   Oh I remember that night so well.  I could still feel his cum on my
tits, and taste it when I first slid him into my mouth.
   I have to say, I enjoy sucking cock, and rather pride myself on being
good at it, though I was not aware at that point that my skill was becoming
somewhat legendary in our small town.  (My brother later told me that his
friends had told him I gave the best blowjobs in town, and he wanted to try
me out again..but that's another story as well)
   I was so hot that I was fingering myself through my panties while I was
sucking my stepdad's big cock.  He had me get up on my knees a little more,
so he could take over fingering me while I sucked him.  He lasted much
longer after his first cum.
   He made me cum twice on his fingers before I could feel him pulsing in
my mouth, and I remember I moaned around him..I remember because the
vibration made him groan, and he grabbed the back of my head by my hair and
pushed his cock hard in my mouth as he started cumming.
   I licked his cock as it was softening and was looking up at him when he
said I could go to the party, but made me promise I would tell him if I got
fucked.  Of course, I promised.
   I did not have many more encounters with my stepdad.  I only got to suck
his cock a few more times.  My brother's girlfriend moved in with us, and
she stole a lot of our alone time, but we still stole moments when we
could. That was when I started seeing more boys at school.  They weren't as
skilled as my stepdad, or generous as my brother, but I taught them.  I was
never afraid to tell them what I wanted, or show them.
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a friend - part 2