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                         Mary and Susan
                             Chapter One
                               By Ron


     It took several months before Susan and I actually got together. She was a wonderful
person whom I had met at work one day. We went out to dinner several times with her twelve-
year-old daughter, Mary, in tow. The pleasantness of their company turned into a longing for their
company. Especially Mary's. This surprised me as I hadn't been looking for anything "serious"
for quite awhile. 
     I had found pleasure from a few "ladies of the evening" over the last few years but they
just weren't what I could be comfortable with. So I went back to try to fulfill a fantasy I had.
Young ones. I found them on the street also and took several to bed over a period of a few
months. They spread the word amongst themselves that I was a safe person to be with and
allowed their pleasure if they wanted it. Just showing up at their hangout got me someone to be
with for a few hours. The youngest was around thirteen. But their being on the street had taken
toll of their vitality and unrestrained fun during sex. These encounters taught me how much I liked
getting young girls in bed and how much I disliked prostitute sex.
     But when Susan and I started to have a conversation about getting serious with each
other, I tried to be completely honest about my activities over the last several years. But I was
afraid if I told her about the youngest girls, how attractive I found them, she would turn me out
like a filthy bum in the night. We had a  long conversation that ended in a very late evening. Our
feelings were up front save my one small secret. I wanted to work things out hoping the interests
I'd developed wouldn't resurface. We decided to give things a try.
     But one night when Mary came out of the shower wrapped in a towel, I got that old
feeling again. Susan was working late so it was just Mary and I. After getting dressed she came
down to the living room in shorts and T shirt to watch a video so we sat on the couch to watch it.
Her little-girl smell was radiating all around me causing my body to have the natural reaction, a
hard-on that wouldn't quit. 
     Part-way through the movie she turned to me and started to talk about her Mom's and my
relationship. "You know, I kinda like having you around here. I was worried when you first
started coming over that you would take Mom away from me. But after awhile it seemed ok. I
mean, Mom is really happy with you and all. Uh, I even heard you the other night. Gee.  Mom
was loud! I heard you, too. Is it really that good?"
     I was shocked to hear this from her and said, "Sweetheart, you shouldn't be listening to
us. You probably know a little about the birds and the bees and things, but that's only about how
babies are made. There is a lot more to it than that. Has your Mom told you much about that part
of things?"
     Mary blushed as sweetly as only a 12 year-old can and said, "Well, just a little. I hear a lot
from the girls at school about some of the things but not much. I know they are bragging up about
things they really don't do but hearing their stories is fun. Kinda exciting too, in a way. But I'd
never do anything like that. Especially, uh, the real thing. You know what I mean?"
     I chuckled just a bit at her relating her view of sex. So like a child. It was beautiful. But
some things she should know now before it could get out of control. Besides, I'd get off just
talking about sex with an innocent, curious little girl. Done very carefully she could be learn what
it was like to be a woman, to feel like a woman, to feel how a man could make her feel. She could
get pretty mixed up if it wasn't done correctly, and she would have to understand the problems it
could involve, but it could be done. Now to see how curious she really was.
      "I'm not sure I should tell you some of the things you should know about your body and
sex. That's for your Mom."
     She was always fast on the uptake and she smiled as the implications sunk in. And blushed
redder, looking at her feet. When her eyes came up to mine, I knew what she wanted.
     "Uh, I want to know those things. If Mom won't tell me, would you?"
     I smiled at her and, almost in a whisper, told her, "I could tell you these things. But if I do
I'd get in trouble with your Mom. I'm not sure she would appreciate you hearing about sexual
relations and sexual pleasure from me before she could tell you. And talking to your friends about
it at school would be as good as yelling it out in the Mall. Do you see how this would cause
problems?"
     "But you know them now and I need to know about them,"she pleaded. "I don't want to
wait forever for Mom to get around to it. I mean it sounded like it was good for you the other
night and I want to know about it. I won't tell Mom about it if you do."
     This was an opportunity I didn't want to resist. But it was also a chance for twenty years
behind bars. Caution was in order. 
     "Mary, the pleasures your body can give you is a very special thing. For a girl and for
everybody. But it is a very private thing. Talking about such an intimate subject with you is
something I could do, but I'm not sure you would understand it all. And I could get in real
trouble. Not just with your Mom but with the Law. Do you understand what happens to men that
talk about sex and sexuality with little girls?" I was excited and scared at the same time. 
     Mary looked at me with a curious and affectionate look and said, "But I want to know
about these things. You just gotta tell me. I already said I wouldn't tell Mom. What so bad about
hearing about them from you. You live with us now. Someday you two could get married and
then it would be forever. And I'll hear about them somewhere else if you don't tell me. It'll be ok,
it really will. No one else would know about it. Please, please tell me. I gotta know!"
     Well, it was my own fault she had pushed it this far. Now I found myself trapped by my
own words. If I backed out now, she would have me over a barrel. If I did tell her, she could still
have me by the short hairs. I'd offered and refused to tell her at the same time.
     "Mary, if I talk to you about these things, it has to stay a private thing just between us. I
can even teach you how to feel some things, but if I'm asked about it, I'd have to say a thing I
don't like. Because if someone found out I told you about sexual expression and pleasure, I'd be
locked up and the key would be thrown away. I'd have to tell a lie. I've never lied to you or your
Mom and I don't want to start. When the time is right I'll tell your Mom about this conversation,
but it won't be for awhile.  So if we are going to continue, I want to know you know it is private.
Just between you and me. Only I can say when it's ok to talk about this. Everybody gets in deep,
uh, manure otherwise. What do you think about that?"
     She frowned a moment then looked at me very seriously saying, "Ok. You want to tell me
about it but if you do you could get in trouble if I tell anyone. But I've already said I won't. Don't
you believe me? I have to know! I'd rather hear about it from you than from the girls at school.
You know about these things. I want to know about them. Please?"
     That look told me she understood as far as she could the implications of going on. So if
she wanted to hear about sex and what it was like, I'd tell her. And, with some luck, get to show
her too.
     "Here goes then." She settled back in the padding of the couch but snuggled a little closer
to me. I inhaled the unmistakable scent of heat from her body. It smelled sweet. As sweet as only
little girls can smell. "If you don't understand something, stop me and ask, ok?" She nodded her
head. I ruffled her head to let her know it wasn't all dead serious stuff.
     "You know the parts that make men and women different. It's not just the outside parts
that make the difference. It's what's inside of you too. It's how you think about feeling sexy. And
about how you make yourself feel sexy and pleasure. You said you heard us the other night. What
did you think about hearing us knowing what we were doing?"
     Mary got a little smile and replied, "Well, at first I didn't know what was going on but
then when I figured out what it must have been, well, I felt weird. I wasn't sure what to think but
it made me feel funny. Butterflies in my tummy, you know? As I listened more I tried to imagine
what you looked like , you know, doing it."
     "The butterflies were just the first step in getting hot. Getting hot means feeling sexy and
wanting to do something about it. And 'doing it' is not the proper word. Having sex or making
love are better words. The naughty words are screwing and the 'F' word. Or humping, or jumpin'
bones. You've heard these?" Her head nodded. "Well, when your body gets butterflies you're
starting to get sexual feelings. It's instinct, getting those feelings. Your body knows how to feel
good. It wants to. You just have learn its language and how to get those good feelings for
yourself. Touches and rubs in the right places at the right time is all it takes, and you should learn
what the touches are and where it feels best for you. It can be done alone or it can be learned with
someone you trust. You know a little what I'm talkin' about. You've already tried it some for
yourself." The fast look of surprise on her face said it all. "Don't let it worry you. Everyone does
it for themselves. Anyone who says they don't are fibbing. They may not want you to know they
do sex things but they are. Tell me, how much have you done for yourself?"
     Mary looked away for a moment and frowned. Then she turned back with a determined
look and said, "I touch myself down there sometimes when I'm in the shower and sometimes in
bed. It feels good."
     I put my arm around her shoulders to reward her honesty and went on, "Down there?
There are names you know and should use them. Do you know which words?"
     "Well, yeah, but it's embarrassing to use them. In front of you. Well, in front of a boy."
     "It's alright to use them around me. After all I've heard them and seen them all."
     Mary was quiet for a bit then seemed to make her decision. "I touch my breasts and my
vulva. It really feels good at the top of the labia lips. That's where my clitoris is. And I get wet.
My vagina gets wet when I touch it and rub around it." She wriggled a bit trying to get more
comfortable.
     I smiled at her getting the itchiness that comes from arousal. "Just talking about touching
yourself gets you excited, doesn't it?" She nodded a couple times and smiled through her blush.
"It's ok to feel excited. Your vulva and vagina are tingling a lot too, aren't they?" Another nod.
     "That's called getting aroused or getting hot. That's normal. Especially when you're
talking about sex things. It's what you do about the feelings and the desire for more that is
important. Most of the time you can't help getting aroused talking about sex or seeing a really
gorgeous boy or watching a romantic movie. It happens to me all the time. It's even happening
now." She glanced at me then looked away. "But that's just the beginning. From there you can
really feel all the things you want to learn about." But how to get to the next part? "Tell me how
your body is feeling right now after talking about sex like this."
     Mary's eyes got a faraway look as she concentrated on what she was feeling and said,
"Well, I've got some butterflies in me tummy and my, uh, vagina is all tingly. Is that what's
supposed to happen?"
     "Yes sweetheart, that's just right. Do your breasts and nipples feel tingly too?"
     "Oh yes, my boobs tickle just a little rubbing on my T shirt."
     It was time for some boldness. "I want to show you how your breasts can feel real tingly.
Will you let me do that for you?"
     "I suppose that'd be ok. What do you mean?"
     In let my hand slide down off her shoulder to gently start rubbing her chest just below her
neck. "If I touch and rub your breasts just right they will get real sensitive and the nipples will get
hard and very tingly." I pushed my fingers down to feel just the beginning of her curving tit,
gently rubbing back and forth on the top of the mound. "When I touch your breast like this, does
it make it tingle more?" Her head nodded once. "The real sensitive part is the nipple itself." I
pressed two fingers down and over the hardening bud of her nipple. A little gasp escaped her lips
as I flicked it gently then pushed it inwards and popped it out from under my fingertip..
     "See how that feels? Touching it like this stimulates the blood flow and makes it sensitized
to more touches." I started to rub both fingers over it and pressing down a little harder, and,
sliding my finger to one side, letting it pop free. Each time Mary gasped a little louder and put her
hand on mine. So I pressed my whole hand over her breast mound and cupped it, gently squeezing
and kneading it. "Once you get one breast stimulated like this, you just keep doing what feels
good. Then after a bit, switch over to the other one. It feels just as good, only you're ready for it
and ready to let it feel even better."
     More gasps came from her as she wiggled herself under my touches. I didn't want her to
lose control so I stopped kneading her flesh for a moment. "Mary, look at me for a moment." Her
eyed rose and I told her, "That is how your whole body can feel. Every part. Especially your labia
and vagina which are even more sensitive than your breasts. If you want to stop now and not have
me touch you anymore, that's ok. You just have to ask me to stop. Do you understand this?
Anytime you want someone to stop touching you, just tell them. If they respect and love you, they
will. If they don't, it's time for you to 'get out of Dodge'. Anything you can do to get away from
that person is ok. This is your body and you have control over touching. So what do you need to
do to get it to stop?"
     Mary smiled at me softly and said, "I tell them to stop."
     "And if they don't want to stop?"
     "It's time to get out of Dodge. Does that mean I run away?"
     I chuckled a bit at her question and answered, "It means you run. You hit, kick 'em in the 
nuts, gouge their eyes, scream, and run. Everything you need to do to get away."
     "I'd do all that too. But if I, uh, wanted them to keep touching, what would I do?"
     I gave her a big smile on hearing this and replied, "You tell them what feels good and  ask
them to do it some more for you. If something feels good, ask them to do it more."
     She cuddled closer, looked up at me, and said the words I was hoping for.
     "I like having you touch my boobs and rub them. It feels great. Would you do it some
more, please?"
     "I sure will if you if you want me to. I'd really like it. Let's take your T-shirt off. It'll  feel
better without the cloth in the way. And if you want, you can  take off my shirt and do the same
for me. Helping each other feel good with touches and rubs at the same time is the best part. Grab
the bottom and pull it off. You'll really like touching me while I touch you."
     Mary turned around on the couch and reached out for my shirt. Grasping it she pulled it
up and peeled it over my head. The sweat made it stick a bit but it came off. Her eyes took on an
excited look as she reached out to touch my chest. Her fingers felt the hair and her mouth opened
in a small 'o' as she sucked in her breath.
     I looked down at her lovingly when she pressed her hands onto my skin and asked, "How
does that feel? Do you like the warmth and feel of my body?"
     Mary didn't look up from my chest as she replied, "Oh yes, it's lovely. Wow, your little
nipples get hard? I didn't know boys could do that."
     "Men and boys get aroused as much as girls do, only in different ways. But I like my
nipples rubbed just as much as you. Sometimes I get envious of girls because you have such nice
breasts that can be held and rubbed and squeezed. I like doing it to you and sort of wish I could
have it done to me the same way. But I have places that feel as good as a girl's places do. I'll
teach you about them later. First I want to teach you about your places. If you want me to." I
placed a hand on her ribs and traced the bones down to her waist, then past her hips to her thighs.
She shivered and closed her eyes at the feelings.
     I slid my hands back up her legs to wrap around her waist. Pulling her body up a little and
leaning over I placed my lips on hers, gently brushing her skin on mine. Her mouth opened in a
mew. I pressed my lips just a little harder onto hers and kissed her with the beginnings of passion.
     I pulled back and looked her in the face. I wanted her now but held back my real desire to
rip her clothes off and fuck her silly right then and there. I'd promised to teach her the ways of her
body and I had yet to fulfill that tryst.
     "Mary look at me." She opened her eyes and looked right through me. It was a sight to
behold. The sight of a woman in heat and love.
     "Right now you've experienced a little of what you can do. And what you can feel. You
must have control over your body and if you want to stop or go further, I want to be absolutely
clear in your feelings. Even if you feel your body is out of control and you're so horny you can't
wait to satisfy its needs, you have to be able to look at yourself in the mirror and feel proud of
yourself and what you do. This is very important to me. Now think about how far you want to go
and how much you want to learn; and when it's best for you to learn about sex and the pleasures
of your body. Now may not be the time or I may not be the best person for you to learn from.
Think about these things for a moment. This is very important. Think about this seriously. Do this
for me." I went silent and looked away so she could give thought to these ideas.
     I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked down into a set of joyous eyes.
     "I thought about what you said. I love you and I know you would never do anything I
didn't want to do. And I want to know about sex and stuff. But I'm scared about it too. I don't
want to 'go all the way' if you know what I mean. But what else can I do to make myself feel like
I did when you touched my breasts?"
     Relief and horny expectation filled me as continued, "Mary, there's a lot you can do to
feel good. Kissing and touching in just the right places in the right way can get you the good
feelings. The best of them is called an orgasm. That's when all the feelings gather together for a
fantastic feeling at the end of sexual play. Having intercourse or screwing or 'going all the way' is
not the only way you can do this. After a time you may want to do that, too. But for now, it
would be best if you didn't. Not until you can fully appreciate it."
     Mary got a thoughtful look and asked, "Will you show me how to get all those good
feelings? I want to feel them. Please."
     I leaned down and kissed her fully once again. "I want to teach you these things. Would
you let me remove the rest of your clothes so I can touch you all over? No clothes to interfere
with the delicious touches I can give you. And I want to see you for myself too. I would get a lot
of pleasure in seeing your body and watching you experience the pleasures I want to show you."
     "I'll let you do that. To see and touch me all over, sure. I want to show you how beautiful
I am and to feel you touching me. And I want to watch you touch me. I want to watch
everything."
     I could see the truth of her words and hear every meaning in what she was saying. She
understood what I said and what she wanted.
     "Then kiss me to seal it." I watched as Mary's body reached up to mine. Her lips touched
my lips and the heat I felt was much more intense than any of her other kisses. I pushed my
tongue out and stroked her lips with it. She held the kiss but lessened the pressure, getting
accustomed to this new feeling. Holding her close I cupped a hand around a breast and pressed
the nipple, rubbing it gently to hardness, then rolling it between thumb and forefinger for her
pleasure. 
     "How does that feel? Tell me what you feel when I touch and rub your nipples."
     A sigh came from her as she said, "It's wonderful. Every time you touch me there I get a
little tingle and when you sort of pinch my nipple I felt a shock run through my belly. Do it some
more."
     "I'll do more than that. But if you like something, tell me and I'll make it feel better."
     With that I continued kissing her, stroking my tongue on her lips and working on the other
nipple. I dropped my other hand down her rib cage stroking her ribs down to her hips, crossing
her bare stomach and back to her other breast. I went around her torso and back to her softly
curving hips, pressing into her flesh with my fingers, stroking every area bared for my touch.
Mary cooed under this treatment pressing her lips harder to mine finally letting her tongue slip out
to meet mine. 
     I reluctantly pulled away from the kiss and told her, "Mary, I want to show you something
else. Raise up closer to me." She raised up a little on her knees. I wrapped my arms around the
curve of her lower back using my hands to caress her butt and leaned my head down to her breast.
I felt the hardness of the nipple as I caressed it with my lips and let my tongue roll out and flicked
the tip across the hardness of her nipple. She pushed her chest into my face, each new touch
bringing another gasp from her. Then I popped it into my mouth and sucked at it like a starving
calf. More gasps came from her, combining with my own moans at the pleasure of a tit in my
mouth. Her head swept across the top of mine as she shook it from one side to the other, each
gasping toss thumping her chest hard into my face.
     I changed tits and loved the other one as much as the first. Her gasps changed to moans as
she threw her head side to side. I slid one hand inside her shorts and  in the butt crack, rubbing up
and down, and let the other one rub her belly in circles, each round dropping lower to the shorts
she put on after her shower. Then down her hips, stroking down her thighs. On one pass I let it
travel up the inside of her thigh. She shivered at each new sensation, moaning at each pass.
     Her breasts had gotten the stimulation they needed for now. I pulled my face back up to
hers and kissed her deeply letting my tongue press between her lips, gently opening them for me.
Her tongue swept out and touched mine, stroking along the sides and pressing on the tip. She was
learning how to kiss with unrestrained passion. I felt pride in her getting this far so quickly.
     "How do you feel now, sweetheart?"
     "Oh wow, I've never felt like this before. I feel great. I want more of this. How can we do
more?"
     I'd created a monster in little girl clothes.
     "Stand up in front of me here. There, you look beautiful. Would you let me remove the
rest of your clothes and give you some more touches? I want to show you how to get all the feels
you ever wanted from your body. I want to show you how touching your vagina and labia and all
your special parts can make you get all the feelings coming all at once so you can climax in an
orgasm. I want to show you all these things. Let's get undressed and have some real fun."
     I reached out and tugged her shorts off her hips. "Your panties are a bit damp at the
bottom. That's your vagina getting ready for sexual activity. Can I take them off to see your
lovely girls parts, your vulva and vagina? And if you'll let me touch and rub you in the special
ways I can teach you, I'll make you feel like you've never felt before."
     "Go ahead. What do you want me to do?" Mary's face only showed the desire I had
kindled in her.
     Her shorts and bikini panties slid down her legs to her feet. She daintily stepped out of
them.
     "Come up here and lay down on the couch beside me." She did. "Now, I'm going to show
you what you need to know to please yourself."
     Looking down upon her I saw the loveliness of her young body, the sharpness of her hips
contrasting the gentled curves and smooth muscles around her belly and thighs. Her orange sized
breasts swelling from the smoothness of her chest, the aureolas a dark pink, the nipples standing
dark, proudly erect in the centers. Below her smooth stomach her labia slightly bulged from
between her legs, sporting the slightest tuft of dark red hair at the top of her slit. Watching
carefully I could see the sleek mounding of her girl-flesh pulse ever so faintly with her heartbeat.
     Kissing her again, I ran a hand down to her belly not stopping at her hips but sending
fingers further to delicately tickle the tufted mound above her pussy. My other hand caressed her
breasts and rubbed her nipples into hardness once again. She pushed her body upward towards my
touches signaling me her readiness for greater levels of stimulation as her arms wrapped around
my neck pulling me down to her. My hand ran down the inside of her thighs and back up just
grazing the sleek swollen tissues hiding between her legs.
     "Honey, I could you open your legs a little for me?" Her legs opened as if by magic, her
labia exposed to my gaze. I reveled in their beauty. Puffy from all the foreplay, the inner lips just
poking out between the outer lips were a gorgeously bright ruby color. My finger started at the
bottom of her slit and slid up slowly, just barely pressing down. The moisture she was exuding
started to flow enough to slick the smooth hairless skin. Ah, that wonderful feeling of slippery,
smooth, erotic, aroused pussy. The gentle rub feeding back through my single finger sent a shiver
up my spine. From the pressure I was experiencing on my lips, she was feeling the same.
     A few more slides and I delicately pressed down harder until my fingertip split her lips and
dove down toward her more sensitive parts. Her mouth opened in a moan. Another press and
slide on her labia caused her to moan louder, forgetting the kiss she had been holding. Upwards
my finger roamed making little side to side movements until I felt the hood covering her clit, and
with a little rub over the top its ruby colored head popped out. I wanted to watch this for myself.
     I pressed on it, gave it a loving stroke and told her, "This is the center of a girl's pleasure.
Feel how it makes sparks all over your body. I'll make circles around it and rub over the top like
this." The rubbery head bobbed under my fingertip retracting inward when my finger circled the
hooded flesh, poking out again at the release of pressure on the surrounding tissue.
     Mary pushed her hips forward at the touches. "Oh, that's the best. Ohhh, ahhhh, uhhn. Do
it some more right on my clit. Oh damn, that's good. Yeah, right there. I like it when you rub all
around it and push on it like that. I want more. Do it to me harder. I want it all. Ahhh, ohhh oh oh
oh."
     He voice lost coherence as I pressed harder and rubbed her clit back and forth. She
wanted more so I put my thumb on her clit and rubbed across the head, just touching its tip,
dragging only my thumbprint across the delicate, sensitive flesh as I pressed my middle finger up
against the vaginal ring guarding the entrance to her hot pussy. A little pressure and it popped in.
It was tight and I could feel her cunt muscles grabbing around my finger, contracting and
squeezing around it. I rolled it around just inside her pussy aided by the generous  amounts of
lubrication she was producing. I pushed in until I felt her hymen closing off the remainder of her
slippery heat from my probing. She winced at this touch on the sensitive bit of flesh. I wanted so
bad to jam past it but she would want to lose her cherry under other circumstances so I pleasured
her by twisting and turning it at the entrance ring. Then I pulled it out and pushed it in again. I
started an in-and-out motion up to the first knuckle until she loosened enough to push it in to the
second knuckle. Each push in popped past the entrance ring and butted the blood engorged
tissues aside.
     Keeping up the finger fucking, my thumb pushed down on her clit. Again and again,
altering the timing, hooking my thumbnail under it to flick her clit with my thumb, then a push and
circle, then a rub, at ever changing intervals, never allowing her to get used to any single rhythm.
Rub, rub, flick, pushhhhhh, rub. She started making harsher sounds as her body lost eveness of
movement, jouncing around at odd times and in no regular order, each sharp move accompanied
by gasps and moans.
     "Uhhn, ohh ohh unhhh, oh," she cried gently. 
     Damn, she got hot fast. She was going to be a firebrand in the sack someday. 
     I knew she had to be getting close so I increased the speed and pressure of my finger and
thumb movements. Harder I pressed her clit, mashing it into her blood-gorged clit-hood, then
flicks and rubs, then pushing from it from side to side within the inner lips. A second finger joined
the first in pumping her girl-lubed pussy hole, jabbing in and out now, curling inside, increasing
the suddenness and speed of each thrust. Her voice raised up in pitch until her moans were little
squeals, her hips throwing themselves all over the couch. Without having my finger anchored in
her pussy, I'd've lost contact. When her pussy muscle squeezed hard on my finger I knew she was
going to explode in her first real orgasm. A little harder pressure while rubbing on her clit with my
thumb and faster pistoning with my finger brought her to the edge.
     "Oh, oh, ahh, ahh, ahh unhhh, eeeh, eeeh ..."
     Rougher thumps and mashes on her clit alternately timed with sharp two-fingered jabbing
inside her cunt walls brought her heat up past tolerated levels as she started to quiver under my
hands. A couple pinches on a nipple and she flared up in a crashing cum.
     Her voice lost control and I heard her squeal in several rapid bursts of sound. Her hips
thrust hard upwards as she started shaking, shaking hard!
     " EEEEEHH, YAHHHHHHHH, YEE, YEE, YEE, YEEEEAHHHHH!!!!"
     Ah, music to my ears!
     She had come wonderfully. I cupped her pussy in my hand and gently rubbed her down off
her orgasm. Her body just collapsed on the couch.
     He r legs were spread open, her pussy red and swollen. A red mark had developed in a
diamond shape above her cunt reaching toward her belly. I had aroused her body and given her a
wonderfully explosive orgasm. She lay there panting but totally relaxed, her eyes closed, her lips
just barely open in the beautiful expression all women have after really good sex play. That well-
laid look. She had it. And I had given it to her for the first time in her young life.
     "Mary, are you still with me here?"
     Little sounds came from her, the small moans coming from the satisfaction of pleasure.
     "Mary, how you doing down there? It looked to me like it was a good one for you. Did
you ever feel that good before?"
     She looked up at me with joyous eyes that pierced me to my heart and soul and said
dreamily, "Oh, that was wonderful! I never felt like that before. Wow! I never thought I could feel
that good. That was great. You really know how to do it good!"
     I swelled with pride hearing those words form her young lips. I replied, "I'm really glad I
could show you how to feel that good. It's always better when another person does it for you for
the first time. I'd like to teach it all to you, later. But for now you should teach yourself  how you
like to have an orgasm. Try some things with yourself that feel good. And  what stimulation gives
you a cum so great you can't believe it. This is why people want to have sex so much. It's really
wonderful when it's between two people, but learning what's good for you is a lesson in itself.
Later maybe I'll tell you about other things you can do for yourself and with a boy. There's a lot
to learn. And learning what your lover wants is just as exciting as learning what you want. But for
now, you could use a shower and scoot on up to bed before your Mom gets home."
     "Can't I stay up and learn more. I want you to do it again." Her enthusiasm was a very
promising sign of things to come, so to speak.
     I smiled at her invitation and her newly kindled desire, but is was late and too soon after
her first experience in her girlness to go any further. "I can understand how you'd want more after
learning how good it is to get your pussy stroked and your clit rubbed, but any more will have to
wait for another time. You have to get used to what your body wants and needs. It'll come in the
right time. Trust me on this, ok?"
     "Oh, alright. But I'm gonna hold you to that!" Oh oh. "Thanks so much for showing me
and making an orgasm happen to me. Next time I want to do the same for you." With that she
hopped up and turned to me, grabbed my head, and kissed me very nicely with her tongue. She
reached down with one hand and gave my hard meat a little affectionate squeeze. I nearly came
right then and there. She grabbed up her clothes and walked to the stairs. Her tight little naked
butt wiggled much more than I had seen before as she went upstairs. A very lovely ass and
perfectly formed body. She was absolutely the most beautiful sight I'd seen in a while. With one
last blown kiss and a huge grin she disappeared around the corner.
     I sat there and released my erection from my pants and grabbed at my pulsing cock to
relieve myself before I had a bad case of blue balls. It felt good after the restraint I'd had to have
to show Mary what she wanted without going too far or scaring her. I'd made her first time
memorable and hoped for a few more memorable events in the future. She had said she wanted to
do me 'next time' and I knew it would be a good one. I wouldn't have to wait very long either, if
the look she gave as she squeezed me was any indication.
     My wank-off got better as I imagined what her shower was going to be like tonight. Not
to mention her bedtime. I think she'll turn out just fine. I hope she doesn't rub herself sore in bed
tonight. I don't know what her Mother will say when she finally figures all of this out, but that
problem would have to be solved when it came up. Careful preparation could lay the groundwork
for an interesting time. But the risks were substantial, the rewards great. Thinking about the risk
accentuated the strokes I was giving myself. And dreaming of Mary and Susan together brought
me over the edge. I shot all over my chest.
     When my groans slowed and stopped I reached for my T shirt to clean up a bit. The faint
noise near the top of the stairs nearly escaped my ears but, when I thought about it, I knew I had
heard it. Yes, Mary was exploring voyeurism as an adjunct to her new-found sexuality.

  
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