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It contains frank and sexually explicit material.

If you do not want to read of such things, or if

it is against the laws of the area you are in, then

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                                           Erotic Odyssey I

                                              Chapter Two

                                             Seductive Shirley   

 

After my experience with Eileen, I lived away from the village during the school year.  When we returned for the summer she was gone but the memory of our little session was still vivid in my mind.  I fantasized about other girls and masturbated often but the only girl in the village who was my age was not at all available for anything more than fantasy copulation. 

 

My days were easy.  Usually I would round up some guys and play baseball in the morning if the weather was OK, then read or something in the afternoon.

 

The ‘or something’ that I did most often was done in the loft of my father’s workshop which was behind the house, a bit out of the way.  Lacking an Eileen or any equivalent thereof, I built my own.  My buxom sex-doll was made of rolled up clothes and blankets that had been stored in the loft.  The centerpiece, both figuratively and literally, was a flower vase, a thick-walled, hollow glass cylinder with internal dimensions of about ten inches length and a bit more than two inches in diameter.  It was a very tight fit and it lacked the form-molding softness of Eileen’s real-life receptacle but, in the absence of a compliant female, it served the purpose.

 

My fantasy companions came mostly from the mail-order catalogue, mainly the stout models who showed off the latest styles in corsets and suchlike undergarments.  Magazines like Playboy and Penthouse were not yet invented.

 

It was raining the day of my next experience so I’d gone to my little hideaway early.  After a somewhat lengthy session with my glossy imaged harem I had chosen to finish by fucking the big, busty teller I had seen the day before when I went, with my father, to the bank.

 

I had just finished putting away the clothes and blankets and had hidden the vase when I heard a noise down below.  My father, I figured, and I went to lower the ladder in case he wanted to come up.  Thank goodness he hadn’t arrived ten minutes earlier.

 

“Joseph…Joseph…are you there?”

 

I didn’t recognize the voice.  It was a girl’s voice but that was all I could tell.

 

“Uh, yeah…who is it?”  I mentally kicked myself for answering.  If I’d kept quiet I could have stayed there and after a while maybe had the big teller again or another fantasy favourite, the buxom matron who modeled corsets.

 

“It’s Shirley, Joseph.  I’m back for a few days and I wanted to see you while I’m here.”

 

When I heard that I was doubly disappointed.  I remembered Shirley as the cute, little ten-year-old girl who played Blindman’s Bluff.  She was too young, I thought, for what I really wanted and I wished it were her sister.  I didn’t want to spend time with a snippy, little girl, even if she was kind of cute.

 

“Yeah…OK.  I’ll be right down,” I said grumpily as I lowered the ladder.

 

“Can I come up, Joseph,” and before I could answer I saw her straw coloured hair as she climbed the ladder.  “It’s still kind of rainy so we can visit together here.”

 

What I saw wasn’t what I’d expected.  Shirley wasn’t a little girl any more.  During the past year she had changed greatly and, except for her height, she wasn’t little in any way.

 

“Golly, Shirley.  You sure look different.”  She must have put on twenty pounds since I’d last seen her.  Then she’d been a skinny kid and now she was fat.  Round.   Her pretty face was round.  Her hips and ass were round.  Her belly was round.  And her short legs were thick and stocky.  And, on her chest, outlined under a blouse that seemed about to pop its buttons, her two tits were round.

 

“Hee Hee…you sure look s’prised,” Shirley giggled as she looked around the loft.  “I’m mad at Mike…he’s my boyfriend…so I came to see you,” and she sat on the storage box where I kept the blankets.

 

“Oh?  Who’s Mike?”   I felt a stirring in my groin even though I’d just emptied myself into my friendly vase.  She couldn’t be twelve years old yet but she looked older than Eileen had, last year.  Her skirt was short, the hem halfway between her knees and the top of her legs, the fabric stretched across her belly, hips and thighs.  She looked good.

 

“He’s my boyfriend…he’s in Grade Ten.  He’s Donny’s friend and he came with us.”

 

“Did Donny come too?”  Donny was her older brother.

 

“Yeah…and Mike and him went fishing.  Do you have a girlfriend, Joseph?”

 

“Not here…but I do in Bridgeville,” I lied, naming the town where I went to school.

 

“Do you miss her?  Do you miss Eileen?”   She looked at me kind of strangely as she played with the buttons of her blouse.

 

“Yeah…I guess so.  Boy, Shirley, you sure have grown.”

 

“Yeah…I’m bigger than Eileen was last year.  You know?  When she came up here and you done her?”

 

“Huh?”  Had Eileen told her what we’d done?

 

“You coulda done me, Joseph.  I wouldn’t have gone with Robert ‘stead of you.”

 

I looked around the loft, wondering if I was hearing right.  Was she telling me that I could fuck her?

 

“Do you?  Like?  Did you ever think of me that way?”  She was still fumbling with the buttons of her blouse but now the top three were undone and she was working on the fourth.  I could see, above where her hand now was, the white swell of her titflesh.

 

“Uh…no…yeah?   Like.”   I was wearing summer shorts, loose, terrycloth ones, and glancing down I could see the bulge where my swelling tool was beginning to push out.  “You seemed so much younger than me?”

 

“Hee Hee.  Robert didn’t think so.  Eileen got real mad at me coz I went to the icehouse with him like she done.  But I’d have liked going there with you better.”

 

She was looking directly at my crotch and she couldn’t help but see that I was getting a hard on.  Was she suggesting what it sounded like?  I still remembered when her sister had said, wouldja like to fuck me?

 

I sat beside her and put my arm around her, expecting that, at any moment, she’d push me away but she didn’t.  She turned to face me as the last button of her blouse opened and she tilted her pretty face to be kissed.

 

I didn’t have any experience with kissing but I pressed my lips to hers and as I did her mouth opened and she pushed her tongue into my mouth.  I don’t know if I liked it or not, at first, but the feel of her hot tongue probing in my mouth was tremendously exciting and I hugged her tight.  Instinctively my hands slid down and I felt the silky warmth of her plump thighs.

 

Shirley had her arms around my neck holding on to me while we tangled tongues and I pushed my hand up between her easily parting thighs.  I got my other hand between us and felt her bare breasts.  They were round and hard as cannonballs, and about the size of big oranges.  The nipples popped out like pencil erasers from the tips and as I rubbed and squeezed the firm globes, my big-little girl squirmed with pleasure.

 

“Is there?  Like?  Something we can lie down on?”

 

“Uh, sure.   Let me get some stuff out of the box.”  Shirley got up and I took two blankets from the box and spread them on the board floor.

 

“You better get the ladder, Joseph,” and while I was pulling it up, she sprawled on the blanket, lifting her short, fat legs and pulling off her panties.  There was no doubt at all now that she was planning to let me fuck her.

 

“Take off your shorts, Joseph.  I wanta see,” and as I knelt beside her, looking excitedly at the precociously developed, young girl who was eagerly offering her fat body to me, I pushed off my shorts.

 

“Golly, Joseph!  It’s big!” the nearly naked twelve-year-old girl gushed as her little hand reached out to grasp my outthrust penis.  Her words gave me an extra rush of pleasure and pride.  During the past year my cock had grown significantly although it was still smaller than its adult size.  “Oh Wow!  It’s bigger’n Mike’s.” she exclaimed as her stubby fingers tried unsuccessfully to span the girth of my cock.  “Maybe we better just… like…just sorta play?” and she slid her warm hands up and down on the smooth-stretched skin.

 

I guessed what she meant but I wasn’t about to settle for a hand job, even though it would be infinitely better than fucking my glass cylinder.  I lay on my side beside her and began to explore her plump nakedness.

 

For a fat girl, young Shirley was surprisingly firm.  Her ivory skin was stretched taut over its contents as if, when she’d grown quickly, the filling had expanded too fast for the outer covering to keep pace.  Her breasts, the size and shape of grapefruit, were firm and resilient, the nipples sticking out like little, pink cocks from the round crests of the succulent tit-mounds.  Her belly was round and convex and, as my hand traced its path down over the rotundity, she sucked it in, like she wanted to appear thinner.

 

“Do you think I’m too fat, Joseph?  I get teased at school all the time.”

 

“No Shirley…you’re just plump…and in the right places.”

 

“Do you like me better…now that I’ve growed?” and I remembered what a nuisance she used to be when she still lived nearby.   “I woulda been your girl ‘stead of Mike’s if you’d lived closer after I growed.”

 

I wasn’t really interested in having a conversation at that moment.  I was still afraid she’d change her mind and stop me and I didn’t really want her to keep on reminding me of how young she really was.  “When did Robert go to the icehouse with you?”  That’s what I asked but what I really wanted to know was when did Robert start fucking her.  And I was sure he’d fucked her or she wouldn’t be almost naked and letting me feel her all over.

 

“Uh…the day after you done it to Eileen.  But it coulda been you, you know?  I like you a lot.”   She fumbled with the waist of her short skirt and sort of wriggled her hips as she pushed it and her panties down and off.  Now she was naked except for her unbuttoned blouse and her socks and shoes.

 

My hand slid down over her belly, past a little depression and onto the fleshy bulge of her mons as she chattered away.  There was fine fuzz on her mound and I could see the top of her slit, two fat fleshrolls that peeked out between the plumpness of her thick thighs.

 

“I like that, Joseph,” she murmured as I stroked the incredibly soft, bulging flesh of her pussy.  “Golly…you sure are hard,” she added as she played with my throbbing tool.

 

Last year with Eileen it had all happened so quickly that I hadn’t really had time to explore her slimy vulva.  This time, though, little Shirley’s pussy hadn’t been just used by someone else and even though she was acting ready to co-operate with me, she was not yet aroused.  I fondled her hard-nippled breasts and fingered her soft, fat pussy while she squeezed and stroked my cock.  It was wonderful.  Very soon she became wet, an oily, slippery wetness that incited me to explore further and, as I slipped my finger into the snug clasp of her vagina, she opened her fat legs wider and squeezed my tool with a stranglehold grip.

 

“Go easy, Joseph.  I’ll letcha do it but?  Like?  Don’t put it in all the way?”

 

I rolled over on top of her but she held my tool away from her cunt.  She looked delightfully appealing, lying there with her short legs spread wide apart and her round, bare breasts naked to my gaze.  I was fully recharged by then and with youthful impatience, I pushed her hand away from my cock and directed it to the softness of her fat, fuzzy pussy.

 

There was an apprehensive expression on her pretty face and she bit her fat, lower lip as I pushed the tip of my cock into her cuntal slit.  It’s a good thing that I’d already used my glass receptacle to release my adolescent desire or I’d have gone off right then.  It was wonderful.  I felt her hot, soft opening clasp me like a marshmallow hand as I shoved into her.   

 

It would be several years before I would take as much time entering a girl as I did with Shirley.  Because I’d gone off not long before and also because I had no worry that she’d try to stop me, I pushed into her slowly. The act of penetration was slow, sweet, utterly exquisite torture.  That may not be the right word but I can't think of another that describes the restraint I forced myself to use as I pressed my cock into her.  Her pussy was like a warm, wet fist closed tight around the glans; the direct sensation of it was almost more than I could bear.  For her part, Shirley flinched at the sudden pressure; but even as she did she rocked her hips back and forth, each small movement nestling me deeper into her tight entrance.  Ever so slowly her vagina opened, inch by grudging inch, the grainy wetness of her inner flesh hot against my cockhead, till suddenly the small opening seemed to loosen.  Shirley gasped.  I was inside!  She threw her head back and gasped.

 

"Eiaaaaaa!   Oh, Joseph...never...never...” She struggled to catch her breath, "never felt this...full before."   Her chest was flushed deep scarlet and her eyes reflected something between pure ecstasy and genuine pain.

 

“It feels good to me too,” I whispered, feeling as if I ought to say something.  She nodded her head and then with a nervous smile, began rotating her hips; slowly working my cock deeper inside.  It was sort of like with Eileen near the end of my first time but Shirley was moving slower and not breathing hard like her sister had.

 

After I got all the way into her I began to fuck her and Shirley never stopped

her slow, rhythmic grind.  With every downward thrust, she exhaled and softly moaned.  I don’t know how many times Robert and her new boyfriend, Mike, had fucked her but she sure knew how to do it.

 

I could feel the pressure building inside me when suddenly a voice called out from below.  “Joseph!  It’s Donny.  Can I come up?”

 

I froze and Shirley’s eyes widened in alarm.  She pressed a finger to her lips, signaling that I shouldn’t answer so I kept quiet.

 

“I know you’re there, Joseph.  Your father said you were and the ladder’s pulled up, too.”

 

“Uh…Yeah, Donny.   But I don’t want to see you.  I’m doing some work that I have to finish.  Later.   I’ll see you later.”

 

“Yeah, OK Joseph.   But, like, have you seen Shirley?”

 

“Yeah.   She was here a while ago but she went somewheres.”

 

“Uh…are you sure she ain’t up there with you?”   He sounded suspicious.

 

“I guess I’d see her if she was, wouldn’t I?  No, she’s not here.”

 

I don’t know if her believed me or not but I heard him leave as I felt fat, little Shirley sort of jiggle under me as she stifled a giggle.

 

“You’re an awful liar,” Shirley whispered and she began to squirm her soft hips against me again.  “But yuh better hurry.  He’s gonna look for me in a couple of places and then he’ll come back.”

 

I wrapped my arms around her then, letting one hand cup her soft, round ass and she got her hands up on my shoulders and began to move faster.  “Hurry Joseph.   Hurry so’s I can get away before he comes back.”

 

I didn’t need much encouragement.  I began to fuck her faster too and felt the heaviness build in my aching balls.  Shirley was grunting every time I thrust into her and it’s a good thing Donny wasn’t down there or he’s have heard her.

 

“Yeah…Oh yeah Joseph,” she gasped as I began the rapid, short strokes and felt the delightful, enervating heat in my lower body.  And then I was going off.  I stiffened, paralyzed by the ecstasy of orgasm but Shirley wriggled and humped under me, her juicy vagina sucking the gism out of me.  My flower vase didn’t compare to the slushy, snug softness that enclosed me and I felt the added heat and wetness as I spurted into my willing, young partner.

 

“Oh golly, Joseph.   I could feel you.  Was it good?”

 

“Oh yeah,” I mumbled as I rested on her plump frame.  I was too young and inexperienced to think about, or maybe even to know about a girl’s climax.  I rolled off her open body, worried now that Donny would catch us.

 

“Next time you gotta make me cum, too,” Shirley said as she began to put her clothes on.  “But it was fun anyways.”

 

I didn’t say much more and mostly now I just wanted her to go before we were caught.  And there never was a next time with her.

 

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