Date: Fri, 29 Feb 2008 02:40:03 -0500
From: J.J. <jjjanicki@gmail.com>
Subject: Austin and Stephanie's Story-chapter 4
And so Seth's story continues. And it is still intended for mature
law-abiding audiences only. Even if it's being written by 14-year-old
Seth in hopes of discovering his 13-year-old half-sister's limits. And he
also hopes eventually his good friend Austin will read it and get all hot
and bothered as well.
But just as I promised, this chapter is much shorter. And while there
STILL aren't any incesteous goings on, that IS what Seth hopes for and at
the same time he's hoping something sexual develops with Austin, so
there's your bisexual element as well.
And it's my guess that Seth's hopes in regard to both Stephanie and
Austin will be realized. But I shouldn't at this point say to what extent
they will be realized, because after all, that would give the story away.
But I hope you still find it interesting.
Austin and Stephanie's Story
chapter four
Wednesday, Jan 20... I didn't finish my third installment until about
11:45 last night, in fact I was just finishing when Amy walked up. I was
not sitting on the couch, but rather, in a rocking chair. I think I
would've looked quite civilized with a pipe, which would've gone nicely
with my industrious demeanor and my pale blue lounge robe. My legs were
crossed rather like William F. Buckley might cross his on "Firing Line",
no pun intended, although obviously it did occur to me, else I wouldn't
be bothering with a disclaimer. Amy looked questioningly at my
industrious demeanor and pale blue lounge robe.
"Almost all done" said I. Had I a pipe I imagine I would have instead
said, "Be with you in a jiffy my dear. Do make yourself comfortable." And
yes, my legs were crossed. Right leg planted solidly on the floor, left
leg resting atop my right knee. I'm aware that good ol' boys never assume
such a position for fear of being labeled a pansy. No, good ol' boys
plant say, their left foot solidly on the floor, then place the right
ankle on the left knee. Then after a short period of time they reverse
the position. Shortly after that, they again reverse their position and
so it continues like clockwork as first the right foot and then the left
foot goes to sleep. The William F. Buckley position is comfortable, the
good ol' boy position isn't, it is just that simple. And besides, Al
Paccino assumed the William F. Buckley position in "The Godfather". So
I'd just like to see ol' Bubba call the Godfather a pansy. I really
would. And I hardly need add that the good ol' boy position would have
been just a bit revealing. Well, sometimes I'm modest.
But I finally finished and handed my installment to Amy, then sat
anxiously like an expectant father outside the maternity ward. She was at
first quite proper like an 18th century lady of letters reading a freshly
arrived sonnet, but before long that aura dissolved into giggles,
sniggers and other appropriate behavior. I was mostly concentrating on
her appreciation of my story, or at least I was until she forgot herself
and put her foot up on the couch. HO-LY SHIT!!!, or not really bushy but
it seems to cover most of her v. It's sort of rectangular. It looks nice.
But unfortunately, my view was all too brief as she quickly realized her
position and with a sly and meaningful glance in my direction, resumed
being a proper young lady.
Finally she finished chapter 3 with a "Sheesh!" then looked at me. "How
was the view?" she asked.
"Oh, oK I guess. Quite promising, actually."
"Thank you."
"Thank YOU!"
"You're welcome. Now. About your story. Where's the sex?"
"Well, if you're talking about traditional sex, it might happen and it
might not. I ain't giving my story away."
"Yeah, well, there sure hasn't been anything even remotely CLOSE to
traditional sex yet."
"So? It's interesting, isn't it?"
"Oh yeah, but this premature shooting off seems to be contagious."
"It happens sometimes."
"Oh, I know, but don't you think you're exaggerating a little on Jeremy?
I mean first you have his dick growing half an inch, and you gave him
some hair too, then you try to tell me he almost shot off to the CEILING?
Give me a break!"
I shrugged. "Well, maybe I employed a little hyperbole, yes. It signi-"
"What? Hey, I wish you would quit with those big words."
"I'm sorry."
"No you're not!"
"OK, fine then. I'm not. I just don't get that many opportunities to use
hyperbole. And I mean, what the hell, you know how they're always trying
to figure out how to get kids to read? Well, if they'd let me write their
damn stories, I fucking well bet they'd LEARN to read!"
"Damn right! What's hyperbole mean?"
"Exaggerated."
"Well, why in the hell didn't you say so?"
"I don't know."
"Well, anyway... is it possible to shoot off two or three feet?"
Maybe. I'm not sure. Guess it depends on how fired up you are. One time I
was doing it the recliner and what happened was I tried to hold it so I
could turn to the next picture but just as soon as I let go of my dick, I
lost it and I ended up hitting myself in the chin with it. But then last
night I was about as fired up as I have ever been in my LIFE and I don't
think it went further than maybe a foot. Well, really I was watching her
squirm around, so I don't know, maybe it went further. But even so, I
wanted to approach her question from a scientific-sounding angle, so I
put on my deep-in-thought look and I said, "Well theoretically, it might
be possible. But there are many variables to be considered. For instance,
how much time has elapsed since the last ejaculation? And what is the
level of sexual excitement? Um... well, actually, I suppose the primary
factor would be based on the amount of internal pressure though."
"Uh huh. I see. And it would also depend on escape velocity, wouldn't
it?"
"Well yes, of course, although I think the escape velocity would depend
entirely on internal pressure but naturally, the greater the escape
velocity, the higher the trajectory will be... Well, actually, I would
need at least a year or so of physics and probably a year or so of
calculus and I'm still in Algebra right now. And I would also need a Cray
supercomputer to figure in all the variables and even then there are
psychological factors which I doubt could be figured in at all. And also,
I imagine a government grant would be very helpful."
Then she went, "So OK, do you think... say a 8 3/4 inch cock would fire
further than say one less than half that size?"
I decided to ignore that remark and replied, "That's a very good
question, Amy. It would seem like it would, but who knows?... But I do
know the speed of sperm between contraction and it's entry into the
atmosphere."
"And what might that be?"
"It travels at approximately .6891206 the speed of light. If you feel it
jerk, it's too late."
She snickered. "OK. Well, do you have any idea at all what the VOLUME of
your emission last night might have been?"
"Well, nine ccs is supposed to be about average, so I would imagine
about... 15 1/2 ccs. Yes."
She sniggered some more. "Are you making this up as you go along, or did
you actually take time to look it up, and if so, just WHERE can I find
all this information?"
"The average amount of sperm thing I learned through "The Rolling Stone
Encyclopedia of Rock & Roll". See, it mentioned how 10cc got it's name.
Tell you what I WOULD like to know, and that's what YOUR escape velocity
was. Good Lord!! I'm just surprised you didn't drill a hole into that
cushion! Why I- UGGHH-" (UGGHH is roughly the sound I made when she
started choking me.)
She jumped up and started choking me! She was on top of me! I mean she
was REALLY choking me! So I just put my hand up her robe. I got her
behind because I couldn't get my hand up in front. I was considering
pinching her bare behind, but I decided to squeeze it instead. And rub
it. Well, it happened awfully fast, since she was actually choking me. I
was rubbing and squeezing away for five or ten seconds, then she squeaked
"Aus-tin!!", and she looked shocked, but she stopped choking me so I
guessed maybe I should stop feeling her behind. It was a very nice
behind, perhaps not as soft as some behinds, as she is a slender although
deceptively strong girl. It was firm yet pliable. But still I was
removing my hand when quick as a wink she pulled my robe open and grabbed
my peter! I think I said "ANGH!"
Malevolently she asked, "You gonna get your hand out from under my robe?"
Oh, I don't know, if she'd latched onto my nuts, I probably would have
gotten my hand out of there real fast. I'll admit that I was SLOWLY
sliding my hand down her leg, at least before she grabbed my dick I was,
and her thighs are also nice and I was considering letting my hand dart
BETWEEN her legs. Then she opened my robe, so I did remove my hand for a
moment. And I'll also admit that initially I was mortified. I felt like
she'd unexpectedly opened the bathroom door on me and caught me jerking
off. Well OK, the situation I found myself in wasn't nearly the same, but
it just happened so FAST. Oh, I know what my first feeling was akin to.
It was like something out of the Old Testament like "This harlot is
looking at my nakedness and she has laid her hand upon my privates!"
Although since she was yanking on my penis, shouldn't that be private
singular? That would be my dick, where my id lives. That harlot was
pinching my bulb! Actually it smarted a little, but there were some other
sensations as well and I really didn't wish to inseminate her hand. I
mean a man has just got to have a LITTLE control, and I knew I might not
be able to maintain for much longer, so that's why one of my hands shoved
her robe up to her waist and my other hand inserted two fingers into her
vaginal canal and wiggled them around in there. They just slipped right
in, no problem locating it at all. It felt sort of squishy. Squirmy
perhaps? Slippery. And warm. Almost hot, to tell you the truth.
Really, I didn't keep my fingers in there for long though. I could just
barely hear my super-ego screaming at me. And I suppose it's good that I
did hear it. I mean seriously, what if a counselor had happened by?
Lordy! So I popped my fingers out, reluctantly let her robe fall back
into place and said, "Please let go of me. It might go off."
So she released my exclamation point and I closed my robe. We were both
very red-faced and shaking. I was afraid she was mad at me, so I just
asked. What I said was, "I'm sorry. I just couldn't resist it, but we
were really crazy, you know that don't you? You aren't mad are you?"
She took several deep breaths before saying anything in reply, so I was
about to get worried, but finally she said "Let's just play Uno for
awhile. No monkey business, ok?"
"Sure" I said. And I was very relieved. Of course I was.
But after awhile I did ask if my description of Jeremy was specific
enough for her.
She said, "Yeah, I guess it'll do." Then she added, "Tomorrow night I'm
going to figure out a way to feel your behind. I'm just curious, you
know."
At least thirty minutes had passed uneventfully and Barbara had made her
round only ten minutes before. From the time I removed my fingers from
inside her, I ached. All I could think about was what had happened and
how it felt. So I said, "Well shit. You can feel it right now if you want
to."
So she said, "OK, open up your robe then."
Oh shit. I did not say that. You know what I said? I said, "I might be
fully dressed tomorrow night."
So what she said to that was, "Tomorrow night you'll be dressed just like
tonight!"
I didn't say anything.
"OK?" Amy asked.
"You gonna be the same?"
"Of course."
"OK."
"But no sudden moves, OK?"
"You started it, not me."
She shrugged. "That's debatable, but if you try ANYthing tomorrow night,
I'll yank your little bush right out by it's roots."
Naturally I said I'd yank out some of her curly black hair, too. Sounds
almost like "Romeo and Juliet" doesn't it? But she did say if she felt
off my behind, we'd be playing follow the leader.
So I've been thinking about how we could do that. I think we would have
to be on our knees facing each other. And I guess we would be on the
couch, so yeah, we'd be on our knees and we would have to be real close,
in fact, I wouldn't be at all surprised if we weren't almost pressed
right up against each other and since I'm not as tall as her... I wonder
if it COULD just accidentally slip in?
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Wednesday, Jan 20.. The Story. Part IV.
The end of a wet dream is always sad. One, there's always the mess. And
two, you wake up and damn, it was just a dream. The worse thing is that
you couldn't have stretched the dream out a little longer. About when
things start getting interesting, wham, bam, squirt and it's over and all
you've got is a mess in your shorts.
But Jeremy's situation was worse. He felt humiliated, and he really
hadn't got to do hardly anything at all. That girl was doing everything.
So he could see her little boobs. Big deal! So he got a peek between her
legs. Well, big deal! Like who the fuck wanted to just look? He felt like
ripping those dumb, droopy can-can drawers right off of her. He'd rip
them off and throw her down on the floor and spread her legs wide open.
But what was the use? His dick was wilting like a wet noodle. The damn
thing was shrinking up, like it was scared or something, like it wanted
to stop being an exclamation point and just be a period, as in finished.
Kaput. And she was just gawking at it. And he didn't like seeing his cum
floating in the water like that either. It was so damn useless. But he
didn't know what to do so he just bawled.
Renee was really sorry for what she had made him do, whatever it was, and
was trying to think of some way to make amends. There were a few
questions she wanted to ask in regard to what had just happened, but he
wasn't talking. He just kept crying and she was getting exasperated.
"Well, Jeremy, I'm sorry! I didn't know that was going to happen, but if
you would just tell me what's wrong... I mean, I don't know what was so
bad about it. Does it hurt or something? Just tell me what I can do, and
maybe I'll do it."
Hope really does spring eternal and he began to tone down some. After
all, in dirty books the guys doing it seemed to be able to keep going for
days. One guy inseminated an entire sorority house and didn't even hardly
stop for breath. Well, he guessed that dirty books didn't exactly qualify
as reliable, scientific information, but then he remembered that sex
manuals, the ones with the scientific terms for everything like labia
majora, labia minora and all that, said with a little rest and
imaginative foreplay you could get it going again in a relatively short
period of time. So he decided he wasn't really mad at her anymore because
she seemed sorry and she wanted to make up for it.
Since that glob of white stuff seemed the cause of his unhappiness, she
supposed it was her duty to get rid of it. She scooped it out of the
water. "Yuck!" she thought, but she didn't say it out loud. After all,
nurses had to put up with a lot of stuff. It came with the territory. She
flipped the stuff into the commode without looking disgusted and flushed.
For the life of her, she couldn't see what use that stuff might possibly
serve. Why, it was worse than snot! She washed her hands.
He was still blubbering a little. You can't cut it off just like that and
besides, now he was embarrassed because he'd acted like a baby. He was
trying to explain why he'd gotten so upset. It was a little broken, but
he managed, "It was just that you were washing me, but I didn't get to do
anything, I mean maybe I wanted to..." and he was at a loss for words
because he was still hoping for maybe even the biggie and he didn't want
to scare her off.
"Jeremy, do you want to wash me, is that all you want?"
That wasn't exactly ALL he wanted, but since it was obviously going to
take some foreplay before he could get it up again; why sure, that was a
good idea. Shyly, he nodded yes. And it was already starting to work! His
comma had stopped it's shameful retreat, reconsidered, and was starting
to grow again. Just a little.
"Well why didn't you say so? I don't care" and with that, she pulled her
droopy drawers down and stepped out of them without even bothering to
turn her back. It really WAS a remarkable change of heart, and he was
GLAD he'd acted like a big baby.
He thought it all was pretty glorious and he hadn't seen everything after
all. She didn't have a whole lot of hair either! She HAD some, but not a
lot. It was just starting to get thick and curly around her labia
(majorum), that much he'd already seen, but other than that there was
just a little inverted triangle of downy black hair starting to spread
upward and that was it! She didn't look like any picture he'd ever seen,
just standing there with her legs together he could see her pouting sex
plain as day. Really, she was so cute, but down there she looked funny
and awkward, just like HE looked!
She asked, "Well, are you going to get out, or do you want me to get in
with you?"
Jeremy indicated that he much preferred the latter. Renee sort of hoped
as much herself. And so she stepped in and sat down facing him.
"OK, now I think we should get like this" and he arranged her legs over
his. It got a bit complicated, but the two of them were finally almost
comfortable.
She had to ask though. "You don't think I'm going to blow up like you
did, do you?" She hoped not, it was just that she was beginning to feel
the awakening of something she had never felt before. The warm glow felt
nice, but where would it lead? Where was that infamous point of no
return? Would she recognize it before she reached it? She really didn't
want to go all the way, but... well, just a little ways, just as long as
she didn't go off like he did.
Jeremy didn't think girls went off exactly like boys. In the dirty books
the ladies seemed to always be leaking, but he didn't think Renee was
like them, and he was glad. He had heard that nice girls COULD have
orgasms, but he really wasn't sure what happened. Maybe it was like a
hiccup.
Anyway, at first they just splashed water a lot. Then pretty soon he
started swooshing water up between her legs. She was kind of opened up
down there because his knees were inside hers. It felt strange, but
interesting, so she swooshed water back at him and made his bat and balls
swirl around. Then he began to slowly swirl his hands in the water. She
followed suit. His hands came out of the water up onto a beach head, just
above her knees. She followed suit. Then singing, "Where shall I go, oh
what shall I do?", (which was something he was making up as he went
along), he walked his fingers up onto her thighs. She nervously followed
suit. He then stopped his fingers and badly off-key singing about six
inches below her apex.
"Let's see now, which way SHALL I go?" he wondered. He thought for a
moment. Tension mounted. Finally... "I'll go this way!" and his fingers
dived into the water between her thighs, only about an inch before
touching... down there.
And at the exact instant he finally made his mind up, she just KNEW and
she squealed, "No Jeremy! Not there! NO!" and squeezed her legs inward,
only they didn't close much because of his knees being inside her knees.
When his fingers plunged into the water only an inch from her unexplored
regions, the warm glow had turned into an almost electric tingle that
surged through her, originating and focused between her legs. He hadn't
even touched her there, but he just about did, and she sure THOUGHT he
was.
Next he decided to wash her. The washcloth was soon discarded due to
insufficient tactile stimulation. He soaped her legs, starting from her
feet. She continued to follow suit. (He was going to be VERY clean.) He
continued on up her legs, but once again stopped short of you know what.
Then he decided to wash her butt, and he washed it very well indeed, and
found it all the things a butt should be, soft and pliable yet firm. She
hadn't bothered washing his butt previously, but she wanted to, and so it
was arranged. They were on their knees facing each other. By then his bat
was sticking about straight out and several times it poked her in the
stomach. Nobody mentioned it though.
She washed his rear end with much enthusiasm and discovered it to be soft
and pliable. She particularly enjoyed running her fingers down into the
gradually deepening crevice between his cheeks. She thought it was very
nice how his buns pressed softly but tightly against her fingers. She
continued on down until her finger came upon a small puckered mound. She
of course knew it's function, she wasn't quite THAT naive, but still she
couldn't resist playfully goosing him. Jeremy was quite startled.
"Hey! Cut that out! You get your finger OUT of there, or I'll-" and he
jabbed two soapy fingers up into HER tunnel of love, which shouldn't in
any way confused with her butt.
Renee was also quite startled, in fact she almost rose right out of the
water and he was wiggling his fingers around in her! She screamed. And
she also quickly popped her offending appendage out of his butt hole. He
didn't remove HIS fingers quite as quickly, but he did. For a moment she
had considered getting out of the tub. She'd say that it had been fun,
but he'd better go now, only she didn't. It was like a liquid fire, not
that it hurt or anything... but he promised not to put his fingers in
there again.
He then began to industriously soap her stomach, starting at her navel
and moving up. Soon he reached her breasts and he soaped them all OVER
the place. He seemed to enjoy making them bounce. He also played with her
light brown nipples. She didn't try to stop him, not even when her
nipples became very stiff. Actually, she was glad he liked her breasts so
much. She wasn't sure if he would. Wanda Sue's were much bigger. Even
when he started kissing them, she still didn't try to stop him. It
tickled, but the funny thing was how it tickled between her legs as well.
Even when he tentatively took one of her nipples into his mouth and toked
it and then pulled away with a loud slurp, she STILL didn't try to stop
him. So soon he was experimenting with just how much he could cram into
his mouth and he made buzzing sounds and tried to talk with his mouth
full. Now that REALLY tickled, and at the same time he was squeezing for
all he was worth on her free breast.
"Good golly! Is he trying to milk me or WHAT??" she wondered. After a bit
of that, she decided she wanted to play around with him some more and she
just happened to notice that his bat had once again reared up. She
thought it was really interesting and wondered if there was any way to
work it without making it explode. So she asked about it.
He was pleased she was still interested. They sat facing each other
again, legs interlocked. He guessed he could hold out longer this time
but since it had always been unpredictable, it would probably be wise to
give her some instructions first. Deep in thought about how best to
instruct, he traced his little finger along the length of his shaft. It
seemed to be holding out well. His finger continued down to his nuts.
"OK." He tenderly cupped his balls in his hand and held them up for her
inspection. "Now I'm sensitive here, but not quite as sensitive as I am
here" and he pointed to his penis.
She wondered if she could hold them and so he solemnly allowed her to do
so. She then investigated the interesting properties of his scrotum and
soon discovered the balls and why they were so called. Why, you could
make them move around and if you were to make like you were playing
marbles, you could squirt them-
Now THAT was startling. "AIEEEGH! E..ZY...GASP!!" or something like that
was what Jeremy said. It wasn't really too bad though and as soon as he
got his breath back, he even allowed her to GENTLY massage it. It was
soothing.
Now in reference to his penis, he said if he thought he was on the verge
of losing it he would yell stop, then she was supposed to grab the base
of his balls and penis and squeeze. She was to simply hold it there and
not be moving it around any until he said to let go. Then for a minute or
so they would sit quietly and then it would be OK to mess around awhile
longer. He had read something about that, too. He told her to try it
once. And it was good that they made a dry run first because she still
didn't quite understand the instructions, not that her method wasn't
effective. SHE DID IT AGAIN! This time, she damn near crushed them, but
that WILL put the fire out. After a minute or so he was finally able to
start breathing again. Lord! She'd lowered him down to half-mast! Hey! It
was going under water even!
Oh well, he'd let her play with his dick then. It seemed much safer. So
he said as much. "You can mess around with my dick and you can mess
around just above and just below but don't you touch my balls!" He
softened a bit. "I'll soap up your bush real good, OK?"
She figured that was getting awfully close to where he probably shouldn't
be a washing, but since she really wanted to mess with his bat some more,
maybe it would be OK. For awhile.
So she messed with him and he messed with her. It was probably only fair.
And in no time at all, she made his bat rise up again. It reminded her of
a draw bridge. Oh, but he lied. He did too stick his fingers up inside
her and he started wiggling them around again. But still, maybe for a
minute or so...
And so after a few minutes she started thinking maybe she was getting
pretty close to the point of no return. But she wasn't sure. So after a
few more minutes she was thinking maybe she REALLY should call a halt to
things. Right THEN. But she didn't. She only scooted forward a bit more.
Willpower had never been one of her strong suits.
And so shortly after that, Jeremy decided the time had finally come to go
for the fence. He reached that decision about the time her sparse bush
started tickling his nose. She had been scooting forward, arching her
back, spreading her legs and moaning for just a few minutes before that.
And if her close proximity wasn't indication enough, he also knew that he
was once again getting pretty close himself.
He took a deep breath, then he carefully pulled her outer lips apart and
checked it out. It DID look something like a rose unfolding; well, at
least a little; and there was her clitoris, just about where he thought
it would be, and it really DID look something like a little penis and it
was sticking it's head out, which was supposed to be a good sign. He took
yet another deep breath. Man! He never thought he'd be doing this, at
least not at this stage of his life. Maybe later, when he was
sophisticated, but now? He was a virgin! And he just wasn't sure if he
could put his tongue in there or not. It sure did look like a good place
for his penis, but put his MOUTH there? It didn't smell bad though, a
LITTLE fishy and sort of soapy but still... he took another deep breath.
Oh, what the hell. He had a plan.
TO BE CONTINUED
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