
                           Samantha Returns
                               by Rider


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paedophilic sex.  If this offends you, please do not read them or
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Introduction

It has been almost three months since I posted Samantha in the Tree,
but it was only recently that I realized that there was a positive
response to the story.  I have been contemplating writing a sequel,
or even a series, but I have been busy and I was unsure as to what
direction the story should take.

Part of the problem is that I could not see writing the sequel and
placing the action in the tree again.  Thus, the story and the title
would both change.  It becomes essentially a different story,
although the characters are the same.

I have decided to write the sequel in the same fashion as I did the
original story; inspired by actual events, but totally fictional.
The characters are the same; the main character ("myself" who remains
nameless) and Samantha, his cousin.  Sam is three years younger than
"me" - she is 11 and I am 14.  Some of the action in Samantha in the
Tree is mentioned to provide continuity.

The time is one week after the end of the last story.  We pick it up
when Samantha comes over to visit...

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It was Friday afternoon and I had been home from school for a couple
of hours.  I had just about finished my homework (aren't I studious?)
when I heard voices at the back door.  My mother was talking with
someone and I was pretty sure it sounded like Samantha.  She was,
after all, about the only person that came to visit at the back door.
That was the way she was.  She never did things quite like everyone
else, and she was pretty much like part of my immediate family rather
than a neighbor or even a cousin.

The events of the previous week were so incredible that I had just
about decided that it had never happened.  Oh, it was real, alright!
I could still feel, smell and see Samantha, partially clothed in the
tree, as we experimented with each other's bodies.  Being older, I
wondered if perhaps I had taken advantage of her in some way.  She
was just a girl; immature both physically and emotionally while I was
almost grown up.

Then, too, I figured that the experience was a once in a lifetime
happening.  She might not forget, but I didn't think she would want
to repeat it either.  Not that she didn't enjoy herself: She did, as
far as I could tell, but I was a perpetually horney 14 year old and
she was only 11 and still playing with dolls.

I felt somewhat guilty too because she was my cousin.  There could
not be any lasting social relationship like dating or marriage, so
there was really no "point" to having more than a friendship.  These
were my thoughts as I left the desk in my bedroom to greet Samantha
at the back door.

"Hey!"  I called out.

"Hey, yourself," she replied.  The same exchange that we had always
used since she was 7 or 8 years old before she had moved away for a
couple of years.  It seemed like nothing had ever happened, as I
suspected.  The previous week's interlude had been a fluke, not to be
repeated.

Samantha was wearing a short pink skirt with a black belt, a white
T-shirt and white tennis shoes without socks.  I immediately noticed
that her nipples shown through the thin material of the white shirt,
but my mother didn't appear to take notice -- probably because her
chest was as flat as a pancake.  Sam's legs were long for her small
stature, smooth and somewhat thin.

"It's about time for Wagon Train.  Do you want to watch it with me?"
I offered.

"Sure," she replied, and we went into the den where we sat on pillows
on the floor in front of the sofa and leaned back.  Sam's legs were
drawn up and her knees were slightly spread.  I silently wished I had
a better vantage point, but I was stuck sitting about a foot to her
left.  As I glanced at her legs, I noticed a scrape with a scab on
her left knee.

"Looks like you hurt your knee.  Did you do that in the tree last
week?"  I asked, thinking to jog her memory and -- perhaps rekindle
that spirit of, well, curiosity.

She cast a glance at the scrape and said, "Yeah, I think so.  It's
not as bad as the one I got on my right leg though."

I followed her eyes and sat forward to see the scrape on her right
leg which appeared to be on her inner thigh.  As I looked over her
left leg, I froze.  I was looking straight at her hairless pussy,
cuntlips slightly spread, and I was suddenly breathless.  My face
flushed and I sat back pretending to look at the television while I
collected my thoughts.

"Sam," I whispered, "you don't have any underwear on!"

From the corner of my eye, I saw her turn her head to look at me as
she whispered back, "So?"

Keeping my eyes on the television, I was sitting there wondering what
that meant.  Was this some way of expressing her independence?  Was
it tomboyish naivete?  Was she teasing me deliberately?  Did she even
know what teasing was?

I heard footsteps coming from the kitchen and I was about to tell Sam
to, um, cover herself, but she straightened her legs out and crossed
her ankles as my mother entered the room with a bowl of popcorn.

"I thought you two might like a snack while you watch television."
Speaking to me, she continued, "Your father and I will be going out
tonight.  I expect to be back late, so don't wait up."  This was
followed by instructions on how to reach them in case of an
emergency.  "I'm going to get ready now.  Your father will be home in
an hour and he hates to be late."

"OK, mom," I answered absentmindedly as she turned to go to the
master bedroom.

Just after she left, Samantha again bent her knees and proceeded to
watch television from between her knees.  I surmised that she knew
that my mother would not have approved of her not wearing underwear,
but she didn't appear to care that I knew.  Interesting.

Here we were, not two feet apart, and alone for at least an hour.  I
suppose that if I had guts, I would have reached over and caressed
her hairless cunt, but I just sat there with a raging hardon, like an
idiot.  But then, I wasn't really sure that Sam might not have been
upset.  Just because she appeared "accessible" doesn't mean she was
inviting my explorations.  Maybe she just wanted to watch TV and
enjoy my company.

I too was wearing shorts and I excused myself while I rearranged my
erection so that it wasn't so uncomfortable.  When I sat back down on
the pillow, I too had my knees bent, watching TV between my knees.
Sam sat up to reach for the popcorn in front of us and her left knee
touched the bare skin of my right thigh.  An innocent brush?

When she leaned back, however, the short pink skirt had ridden up on
her thighs and I had a clear unobstructed view of her hairless pubis.
My heart was going a mile a minute as I began to think that there
was something here that I wasn't catching.

"Did you see that?"  she exclaimed, referring to something that
happened on the television show we were supposed to be watching.

I felt so stupid.  I had no idea what was going on with the show
because I had been watching the show between her legs.  If I admitted
that I didn't see whatever it was, I felt she would know.  In fact, I
thought she might have asked that as a test, knowing full well that I
couldn't miss her exposed genitals.

I couldn't answer.  I just turned my head to look at her.  She
returned my look briefly and just smiled before returning to her
popcorn and the show.  It didn't seem that she was expecting an
answer after all.

So we played this, um, game.  She would lean forward to get more
popcorn and the skin on her leg would touch the skin of my thigh.  I
would lean forward to get some popcorn and get an eyeful of her naked
cunt.  Every now and then, our eyes would meet as I looked back up
from her cunt, and there was a look in her eyes that seemed to say,
"Like what you see?"

Oh, God, was I horny!  The tension was killing me.  This was
obviously an invitation, but was it only an invitation to look, or
was there more to come?  Thinking back on our jaunt in the tree, I
mostly looked except when she invited me to put my penis against her
vulva and rub.  Even that was done with her controlling every aspect
of my actions.  "Now, don't you dare push hard!"  she had ordered me.
"Move back and forth," she had said.  I considered being more
aggressive, but if I pissed her off, she might tell her mother -- or
mine -- so I decided to let her go as far as she wanted and, wherever
that was, we would stop.

As my father came in the front door, Sam's legs again straightened
out giving the impression of total chastity.  Just two kids, watching
television and eating popcorn.  He greeted us and then went into the
bedroom with my mother.

Soon, they came out, dressed to the hilt, and said goodbye as they
walked to the door.  I could only think of what might happen when
they left.  Maybe Sam was just waiting for this moment when they left
to -- ravage me?  I really didn't know what to expect, but I knew
something would be different.

On the other hand, I was afraid I might be disappointed.  Maybe she
was just teasing, with no intention of anything more.  Maybe the show
was all over now that my mother and father were not there to
"protect" her.

As the door closed, Sam sat still, as did I.  I was beginning to
think that I was right.  Show's over.  At least I had a memory of
seeing that hairless slit again, and that could last me for a long
time in my fantasies.

When we heard the car start and then move out of the driveway,
though, Sam appeared to relax and she moved closer to my side.  She
was crowding my right arm a bit, so I put it around her neck and she
began to snuggle.  This was cozy!  My arm was draped over her right
shoulder and my hand was resting on her right arm at first, but I
moved it just a couple of inches to the left and let it rest on her
flat breast.  Her left thigh was touching mine on it's entire length,
naked skin against naked skin.  A moment later, she began playing
"footsie" - actually caressing my foot with hers, slowly, with
deliberate motions.

She was enjoying the closeness, so I gave her what I felt she wanted.
I gently rubbed my hand against her chest and I felt her nipple
harden some.  I felt her shift as she moved even closer, laying her
head on my chest.  Her face was pointing directly at my lap where a
hardon was poking irresistibly against my shorts.  I wanted so badly
to push her head down just a little further, but...

Instead of staying still, I noticed that her left arm was moving
almost continuously.  Her shoulder was poking into my ribs, so it was
a little distracting.  I looked over her head to see what she was
doing, and I saw that her left hand was between her legs, rubbing
with slow deliberate strokes.  My view was slightly obstructed,
however, so I could not fully appreciate the sight of her fingers
that I knew stroked her hairless cunt lips.  Oh, man, here I was with
a girl who was actually masturbating!  She had confessed that she
masturbated the week before, but I thought it would always be just
her private thing (except for the demonstration she gave me in the
tree).

My shorts were tented by my erect cock.  I was certain that this had
not gone unnoticed by Sam, but I was not quite prepared for what she
did next.  Her head, laying on my chest, slowly slid down -- down my
abdomen -- down to my tent pole -and she began to kiss my cock
through the fabric of my shorts.  It wasn't long before I also felt
her teeth scraping the sides of my cock through the shorts.  Oh, it
was pleasant -- Oh, it was agony.  So close!

I thought I was being bold when I suggested, "Would you like for me
to unzip my shorts?"  but she did me one better when she replied,
"Let's get naked!"

I didn't need any more convincing.  My parents wouldn't be back for
several hours, and I was deeply consumed with primal lust.  In a
flash of clothing, we were sitting beside each other completely
naked.  She leaned back into my arms, again with her head on my
chest, "face to face" with my raging hardon.  Her bottom was just a
little more to her right, so my arm rested on her hip.  I moved my
hand until it reached that hairless paradise and, as I moved my
fingers gingerly over her cunt lips, she raised her right leg to give
me better access.  Oh, my God, she was moist!  Between her slick
labia, my fingers wandered unencumbered, and --

I felt her warm breath on my cock just before I felt something warm
and moist.  Her tongue was caressing the head of my penis.  Her hand
gently grasped the shaft of my cock, and then her mouth completely
enveloped the head of my cock.  I nearly died!

We sat there like that, fondling one another, for several minutes,
totally oblivious to whatever show was on television.  My fingers
were exploring the wonders of this naked girl's vulva and I decided
to see if, perhaps, one of my fingers might just fit into the moist
passage.  Slowly, I applied pressure, and it slipped past the
guarding hymen into a place that was snug, warm, moist, indescribable!

As if this wasn't enough, her head started to move over the head of
my phallus and down the shaft a short ways while her hand, still
loosely gripping the shaft, moved in synch with her head.  There was
no doubt in my mind that I couldn't hold back much longer.

"Sam, I think you had better know that I'm gonna cum."  There was no
response at first, so I repeated my warning, "Sam, I'm getting ready
to cum!"

Instead of lifting her head, she intensified the movements of both
her hand and head.  She had tasted my cum the week before when some
had shot out and landed on her face and then dribbled in between her
lips, but I wasn't sure she was prepared for the full blast.  Still,
there was no denying this insistent stroking and sucking, so...

"Sam, I'm cummmmiinngg," I blurted as my cock began to shoot
repeatedly into her mouth.  Her hand movements stopped as her mouth
filled, but I kept right on cumming unstoppably.

In short seconds, it was over.  Sam's mouth still covered the head of
my cock, but she slowly removed it without spilling a drop.  She
lifted her body and turned to face me.  There was a proud expression
on her face (as well as a small dribble of cum), but I could tell
that her mouth was still full of my semen.

I watched (and she wanted me to see) as she swallowed my cum.  It
took several swallows actually, but when she had finished, she
smacked her lips and leaned into me, pressing her flat chest into
mine.  She then gave me the most passionate kiss I have ever
experienced.  With her lips pressed fully against mine, mouth open,
her tongue lashed about in my mouth.  Lubricated slightly with my
semen, it was the most incredible sensation one could imagine.

She pulled her face back just a little and, looking directly into my
eyes, asked me, "Have you ever tasted your own cum?"

"Well, yes.  I wanted to see what it tasted like."

"I like it," she said, and then closed her eyes and licked her lips.
I reached up and wiped the small dribble from her cheek.  She opened
her eyes and put her mouth over the finger that was now covered with
cum and sucked it clean.

She then put her mouth over my cock again and sucked it even cleaner
than it already was (including a small drop or two that had oozed out
since she removed her mouth).

She raised up and threw her right leg over my pelvis and sat on my
lap facing me.  My cock was still erect and her cunt lips spread
slightly as they lay on it lengthwise.  She humped my slick cock for
a few moments before she said, "Now it's my turn."

I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but I was sure to cooperate!  She
told me to lie down on the floor with my head on a pillow.  She
stayed with her legs on either side of me as I got into position, and
I had a wonderful view of her hairless cunt, flat abdomen and flat
naked chest above.  If I thought that view was spectacular, it got
even better when she moved her cunt up over my chest and then placed
her knees on either side of my head.  I was beginning to figure out
what she wanted when she lowered her cunt onto my mouth, her moist
hairless cunt lips gently kissing the lips of my mouth.

I began to lick, suck and nibble for all I was worth.  It was the
first time I had ever even heard of this activity, so I wasn't
exactly sure what to do, but her motions, moans and expressions
guided me.  The taste was, um, impossible to describe, but not at all
unpleasant.  She seemed to like it particularly when I suckled the
tiny nubbin at the front of her vulva, but she even liked it when I
licked the length of her labia or probed her vagina.  Soon, however,
her movements took control and she was humping to and fro on my lips
and chin, even at one point getting my nose into the act when her
movements became more animated.  She began to let out a continuous
open mouthed moan until she finally quivered, twitched and humped a
few more times before stopping.

She lay her naked body on top of mine and continued to breathe deeply
for a few moments.  My cock, still with a raging hardon (Ah, youth!),
was nestled snuggly against and slightly between her saliva coated
labia.  I was in heaven!

She raised up on her elbows when she had rested and applied some
pressure from her hymen directly onto the head of my rock hard penis.
"I want you to fuck me," she said in a whisper.

All I would have had to do, I thought, is give one forceful hump, and
I would be in.  If I did that, though, I might hurt her and spoil the
entire evening.  Besides, I thought she was probably too young.

"I might hurt you if I do that," I offered, attempting to either get
her to change her mind or prepare her for my painful push through her
hymen.

She kept her eyes on mine and wordlessly began her own backwards push
onto my erection, apparently oblivious to my warning.  I didn't need
to apply any force because she was pushing quite hard, so I just lay
there while she attempted to impale herself on my hardon.

She kept her eyes on mine as she pushed slowly, relaxed, pushed, and
relaxed repeatedly, making no apparent progress.  Suddenly, she
closed her eyes and pushed with all her strength until -- POP!

Her eyes opened in surprise as did her mouth in a silent "Oh" and
then she raised her eyes to meet mine.  I could feel the head of my
cock tightly squeezed by her vagina and I knew that I was inside.

Slowly, she resumed her movements up and down my torso while my cock
was sliding in and almost out of her vagina.  Ever so subtly, with
each little thrust my cock went just a little deeper until it
occurred to me, we were fucking!  We were actually doing it!

Although I was certain that she must be in some pain, I found that I
could not tell an expression of pain from one of pleasure.  Exact
opposites of feeling, you would think that the difference would be
obvious, but I watched carefully for some indication with no success.
Was that a wince?  Was that wrinkle of her brow in pleasure, that
moan from pain?

She kept up the fucking movements as I tried to fathom her
experience, but after a while I decided that, painful or not, she was
enjoying it.  With all care, I joined her movements and thrust
upwards into her vagina as she moved down.  Not moving more than an
inch or two, my cock slid more and more easily into her vagina.  I
reached my arms down and grasped her butt which gave me greater
leverage, but I continued to be restrained in my movements.

I reached my hand down further, between her legs, and I felt my own
cock and the slick cuntlips.  I could actually feel my cock sliding
into her cunt!  I was touching our fucking!  Oh, it was an incredible
feeling...

Although I had just cum a few moments before, I could feel the urge
again.  It built slowly, but when she looked me in the eye with her
mouth open (where I had just deposited a load of semen), I was sure I
was going to lose it.  Her brow wrinkled and her eyes closed tightly
as she began to thrust down on my cock with jerky, slightly more
forceful, strokes until I felt my cock begin to squirt, spasm, and
shoot.  I continued to shoot repeatedly until she gave one last
thrust downwards and let out a combination moan/sigh and relaxed
totally on my body.  Her head was laying on my chest, my cock still
buried deeply in her cunt, and we lay like that for several moments.

With another deep sigh, she moved forward and my cock popped out of
her cunt.  I could feel her cunt, slightly suspended above my lower
pelvis, dripping fluid.  She moved her pelvis up to my upper abdomen
and I raised my knees before she leaned back.  Her legs were splayed
obscenely, with no thought of modesty, and I looked down to see my
semen, mixed with tinges of blood, oozing from her hairless cunt.

"Are you alright?"  I asked.  Although I had expected some blood, the
sight still shook me up.  I worried that maybe I had done some
serious damage internally.

"I'm fine!"  she replied in a sultry (for an 11 year old ) confident
voice.

As she slowly stood, drops of the semen/blood mixture fell onto my
abdomen and sticky strands of semen stretched between my cum-covered
abdomen and her buttocks.

"Can I use your shower?"  she asked.

"Of course," I replied and, since I was also covered with our mutual
mess, I offered to join her.  That seemed like a very adult thing to
do; showering with a woman (girl?) after making love.

Hand in hand, we walked naked into the bathroom.  She leaned against
the sink while I prepared the water.  My knees were weak, but I acted
as though I had all of my strength as I led her into the warm shower.
We washed each other's bodies, hands probing our secret places,
soaped thoroughly and rinsed.  I couldn't resist hugging her gently
and she tilted her head back for me to kiss her before raising her
arms and placing them around my neck.  I had to bend over so far it
was almost uncomfortable in order to accommodate her small stature
which reminded me that this was still only a little girl, but her
passionate kiss and the feel of her warm, wet, naked body against
mine was delightful.

After we dried each other, we went back into the den and slowly
dressed.  Our lust had been satisfied, at least for the time being,
and we lay on the floor side by side, arm in arm, with her head
cradled in my arm, and drifted off to sleep.  At least I think she
slept.  I couldn't help but watch her even breathing and cherish her
arm draped over my chest, her right leg laying on my right leg, my
arm around her back, resting easily on her right buttocks.

It was getting late, and I knew my parents would be back soon.  I
wondered, though, whether I should be concerned about her parents.
Should she call?  Were they waiting up, angry?  As much as I enjoyed
laying there, I knew I had to awaken her.

"Sam?"

"Hmmm?"  came the muffled reply.

"What did you tell your parents?"  I inquired.

"Oh, they know I'm here.  They don't wait up for me so I can go home
whenever I want," she replied as she sleepily lifted her head off my
chest and smiled a sleepy, satisfied, smile.

Only moments later, we heard my parent's car enter the driveway and
saw the lights flash through the windows.  We "straightened up" and
put the bowl of cold popcorn between us as we pretended to watch
television.  The nightly news was on, but I couldn't focus on what
they were saying.  I glanced around to be sure that there were no
traces of our tryst that might be noticed by my mother, but
everything seemed to be in order.

The door opened and my mother entered first.  "Hi, you two!  Did you
have a good evening?"

"Well, there's not much on TV.  I guess we had fun.  How about you?"

"We had a marvelous time!  We ate wonderful food, danced, and talked
all night."  Before she turned to go into the master bedroom, she
turned and asked, "Sam, do you want me to call your mother and ask if
you can stay here tonight?"

Sam replied, "No, thank you.  I'll just run home."

With that, she turned to me and said, "Thanks for everything.  I'll
see you later."

We both got up and I walked her to the back door.  As she left, I
wondered if she would feel guilty about this later.  I wondered if
this was too much too soon, even though she had actively participated
and even though I had let her "lead the way."

As I went to bed, I put these thoughts aside.  I reviewed everything
that happened, and relished every intimacy.  Of course, I also jacked
off a few times, too, as if to seal the memory into my mind forever.
I would, after all, never forget this night.

End of story.

Rider in the Sky <Rider@nym.alias.net>

