Author: JojoMojo
Title: Rememberings - Changes
Part: 2
Universe: Rememberings
Summary: This takes place during my 4th grade year when I was nine.  My
sexual horizons expanded a lot that year.
Keywords: true, f-teen+/b, ped, cons



Rememberings - Changes

by JojoMojo Copyright (C)2009

(true, f-teen+/b, ped, cons)

You may want to read the first Rememberings as this follows on the
experiences contained in it.  Check my webpage:
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The fourth grade, when I was nine and I assume Bonnie was 14 or 15, was one of changes.  One evening while watching TV, my pants around my ankles, laying back against Bonnie while she fondled me, something new happened inside me.  It was almost like a switch was thrown, the feelings as she rubbed me were suddenly more intense.  

Instead of laying virtually still (I had always just kind of squeezed my buns as she rubbed, not really moving my hips), I began to hump into her hand as she rubbed.  She took the hint and began to rub up and down my shaft in earnest, fingers on one side thumb on the other.  As my hips matched her hand, I could feel things building inside me, I also sensed that her other hand was moving faster behind me.  

I began to hump forward against the fingers pumping me and back against the hand she was rubbing herself with, feeling it through the fabric of her shorts against my bare ass.  I began pushing faster and faster.  She matched my motion and pretty soon the feelings built up until I thought I'd pass out.  I was breathing rapidly, my eyes glazed over, concentrating on the feelings, totally unaware of the TV or anything else, except her closeness.

Then it happened, I had my first orgasm.  I swear I saw stars.  

I know I've never felt anything as good as that first one.  I also immediately experienced excruciating sensitivity and desperately grabbed her still wanking hand to stop the motion.  I was so tender that even when she moved her fingers just a little bit, I almost jumped off the couch.  

We just lay there breathing, my hand on top of hers while my dick slowly went limp. Again, she said nothing about what had happened.  The world came back into focus and we just watched TV like that for a while, my pants down our hands on my limp member.  I basked in the warmth of my first cum (dry cum, actually; I didn't ejaculate until I was a freshman in high school) with her arm around me, softly holding my limp little dick.  Much to my amazement, about 15 minutes later, I could feel myself starting to grow hard again.

She must have felt it too as she began to rub me again, slowly, almost tentatively at first, then as I began to hump her hand, faster.  I left my hand on top of hers this time and it was very erotic to occasionally feel
myself between her fingers as we stroked.  Her hand behind me began to move again and before I knew it we had repeated the experience, this time I was very aware of my dick jumping in her hand as I came, practice pumping, I guess.  She must have felt it too, because she stopped immediately and just held her hand still, pressing my dick back against my groin.

We repeated the experience three times total that night (not a record, one evening we started early and I came five times.  She actually rubbed me raw, but that's a story for another time).  After that first time, Bonnie became an expert at keeping me hard, teasing me to the edge, then moving her hand onto my chest or stomach to prolong the experience while I cooled off, finally stroking me to an orgasm before sending me to bed.  I'm not sure why, but it never occurred to either of us to use any kind of lubricant.  I guess I was too young to know about such things and she was too inexperienced.

She still rarely said anything while she was fondling me only occasionally asking if it felt good or telling me I did good when I came particularly hard.  Once she whispered as I was humping into her hand, "Can you come for me?"  Those words had an almost immediate effect and I did come for her.  I'm not sure why she didn't do it again.  

The fondling just became our routine.  We never talked about it before I came down from my bath to watch TV.  So when she came over, each evening started like a normal babysitting assignment, sometimes we played board games, sometimes I had homework to do and she would help me.  I guess we both just assumed that it would happen after my bath.  Strangely, she never offered to bathe me, either.

Things changed again a few months later.  One evening shortly after my folks left there was a knock at the door.  When I opened the door this dark haired, tan skinned teenager breezed past me and asked where Bonnie was.  

I closed the door and lead her to the living room where Bonnie was sitting doing her homework.  It turns out that Tricia was Bonnie's best friend.  Bonnie and Tricia told me they needed to work on homework together and
swore me to secrecy as I knew my folks had a hard and fast rule that Bonnie was not to have friends over while she was babysitting.  Who was I to argue?

While I hadn't originally noticed if Bonnie had breasts (actually she did, small "perky" ones) I immediately noticed Tricia's.  She had what I would guess were large B or small C cup, pear shaped above a flat stomach
that lead to curved hips.  Tricia's clothes accentuated her shape, fitting tightly.  Where Bonnie was soft, safe and comfortable; Tricia exuded a sexuality that I could feel even at nine years old.  While they pretty much ignored me as they worked together, I had to work to keep from staring at this exotic creature I had just met.

Tricia stayed through dinner after which Bonnie sent me upstairs for my bath.  I fully expected that she would be gone when I came back down.  I rushed through my bath, planning to "explore" Tricia in my mind as Bonnie fondled me.  I walked into the living room in my PJs and my heart sank. 

Tricia was sitting legs akimbo in the easy chair watching the TV.  The room was arranged with the couch directly across from the TV and an easy chair at the left end of the couch (the foot end as I thought of it) turned at an angle slightly towards the TV.

I dejectedly sat at the foot of the couch by Bonnie's feet and closest to the chair.  Bonnie sat up and put her hand on my arm - pulling me towards her.  I shook my head no, crossed my arms, obviously pouting and
tried to watch TV.  The girls exchanged glances with raised eyebrows that I interpreted as "what's wrong with him."  The glances sent me into a deeper pout.  

At the first commercial break, Tricia hopped up to get another soda from the kitchen and Bonnie sat up, scooted next to me and whispered in my ear, "Come lay with me, it's alright."  I told her I didn't want to with Tricia there because we couldn't "do stuff."  She quietly dropped a bombshell and told me that Tricia knew about our stuff.  In fact she wanted to watch us, that she would keep our secret and that Tricia had another secret to share with us after we showed her what we did together.

My face colored at the thought of Tricia knowing our secret.  I shook my head no and stayed sitting at the end of the couch.  I am not now and never have been an exhibitionist, so the idea of having someone watch us made me very uncomfortable.  I think part of it was that I knew what we were doing would get me in trouble (strangely, it never occurred to me that it would get Bonnie in trouble), but because we didn't talk about it, didn't plan it, it wasn't really bad.  

I comforted myself with the thought that "it just happened."  Acknowledging what we were doing by Bonnie telling someone, let alone allowing her to watch made it real and I didn't want it that way.  I also felt kind of betrayed knowing that Bonnie had obviously told someone our secret.

Tricia came back in with a soda, glanced at me sitting at the end of the sofa and looked at Bonnie, her eyebrows raised again.  Bonnie kind of shrugged her shoulders.  

Tricia sat on edge of the chair and leaned over towards me and took one of my hands in hers.  "Bonnie told me you were cool, but I didn't believe her.  Now that I've met you I have to tell you that she was right, you're the coolest kid I know," she said with a wink and a smile before sitting back in the chair, draping one leg over the far arm and turning to watch TV.

For some reason her acknowledgement of me (she had virtually ignored me all evening while they did homework, talked about school, etc.) struck a chord (what boy wouldn't want a cute, "grown up" high school girl to think
he was cool?).  So, I somewhat reluctantly lay down against Bonnie.  She wrapped her arm around my waist and just hugged me for a little while and whispered something like, "that's my guy."  After a little bit, she slid her hand from my waist and up to my hip.

As soon as she moved her hand to my hip, I got a woody.  I was watching the TV, a bit nervous still, also trying to watch Tricia out of the corner of my eye at the same time.  As Bonnie began to fondle me, Tricia slowly turned and watched.  She was still sitting with one leg over the arm of the chair, like lots of teens tend to sit, but leaned across the chair towards the couch.  

Through out the next few minutes, I saw her touch her crotch several times.  She didn't all out masturbate, but would almost unconsciously reach down and run her fingers down the crotch of her shorts, then put her hand back on the arm of the chair for a little while.  Her reaction to watching what we were doing just heightened my excitement and helped to make me less self conscious.

As Bonnie unsnapped my PJs, Tricia shifted in the chair and leaned further towards us.  Bonnie raised up a bit and pushed down on my PJs.  I lifted my hips and let her slide my pants all the way down to my ankles. 
At this point I was totally committed and gave up any pretense of watching TV.  I stared directly at Tricia, watching her watch us.  

Tricia whispered something like "Nice..." as Bonnie lay back down and began stroking me in earnest.  I really wanted to cum at this point and began humping into her hand as she rubbed me.  She moved her hand up to my hip and stroked my leg, leaving my hard-on out in the open for Tricia to see.  It stood there proud and hard as a rock pointing at my belly while she looked me over.  

After a few minutes Bonnie reached down and began rubbing again gently, then whispered in my ear, "Let's move down onto the floor tonight."  We had never moved off of the couch, so this seemed strange and also exciting.

She sat up, pulling me with her and gently pushed me to stand.  She bent over to hold my PJ bottoms and I stepped out of them.  It was at that point I noticed that there was a blanket spread on the floor.  I had been so upset when I came down and Tricia was still there, that I hadn't noticed.  I also noticed that the lamp by the chair was turned on low, usually we left all the lights out.  I guess Tricia and Bonnie had turned it on so that she could see me better.

I sat down on the blanket and Bonnie sat next to me, grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it over my head and off.  This was new, too, I'd never been totally naked with her before.  My dick was rigid with anticipation as she pushed on my shoulder, guiding me to lie on my back. 

Tricia slipped out of the chair and lay down next to me on her side, her face just inches from my groin which put her crotch up near my head.  Bonnie did the same on the other side.  Bonnie began to stroke me again.  I was starting to hump into her hand when I experienced the most amazing sensation as I felt another pair of hands running up the inside of my legs.

I pulled my legs a little further apart to give Tricia access.  She used her hands to guide my knees even further apart, then she rubbed right up to my crotch and began softly stroking around my balls and down to my crack, circling and even pressing in on my anus a little.

This went on for a while and I starting to hump into Bonnie's hand in earnest.  I closed my eyes, concentrating on the new sensations of multiple hands; two bodies so close to mine; the new smell of Tricia's perfume; the slight scent of their sex and the very exciting idea that I was virtually
on display for both girls (almost grown ups in my mind).  

I could feel both girls breathing softly and I could feel their breath on my bare skin which heightened my excitement.  Then Bonnie slid her hand down to the bottom of my shaft (not a long slide at this age) and I felt something soft and warm envelop my woody.  I blinked open my eyes and almost gasped when I saw Tricia leaned over with her lips around me.  

I was beyond ecstasy at this point.  I could feel Bonnie still working at the base of my dick and around my balls with her hand while Tricia was working with her tongue as she moved up and down with her mouth.  I started humping with abandon, breathing hard.

I glanced to my right and could see that Tricia had her fingers inside the leg of her shorts and was working them quite deliberately.  I could even see a hint of pink panties and some stray hairs as her fingers moved.
I looked to my left and saw a similar sight, Bonnie's hand was down inside the waistband of her shorts and while I couldn't see as much, her hand was definitely moving under her shorts.  

This put me over the edge and I arched my back, groaning with the effort and excitement, unconsciously grabbed Tricia's head pushing hard up into her mouth as my dick began to buck with a dry cum.  As soon as I finished I dropped my hips back to the floor, let go of Tricia and lay there panting.  Tricia slipped her mouth off of me and rolled onto her back.  Bonnie stayed on her side and pressed her hand against my groin, cupping my dick, as she often did after I came.

After a few moments, Tricia rolled back onto her side again and stared at Bonnie's hand on my penis, then looked directly at Bonnie and said, "That was totally cool." 

As the evening wore on, they took turns fondling and sucking me, Tricia instructing Bonnie when she took me into her mouth the first time.  They had me roll over onto all fours and one stroked up and down my crack while the other rubbed my cock.  Tricia even pushed in a little at my sphincter, not really penetrating, just giving me some pressure which felt really good.  They even took turns lying on their side with
me against them gently humping against me as they stroked me.  

All too soon, Bonnie announced that I had to get to bed and Tricia had to leave.  I knew we had to stop to keep from getting caught but was reluctant to do so.  I wanted the evening to go on forever.  I pulled on my PJ bottoms and stood up to leave.  Tricia gave me a big hug, kissed the top of my head and told me I was the ultimate coolest kid she knew.  I beamed as I went upstairs.

I climbed into bed and fell into a deep sleep almost immediately; I was exhausted from all the activity.  When I woke up the next morning, I lay there thinking about the night before and grew hard.  So, I stroked off, thinking of the night's events, focusing on my memory of the girls' hands in their pants and Tricia's breasts.  I suddenly desperately wanted to get a closer look at what was in their pants and in her shirt.  

At this point in my life, I hadn't ever seen even a soft porn magazine like Playboy.  Not that it would have helped much.  Back then, they still left a lot to the imagination, so I'm not sure that having seen one, it would have done much except fuel my inaccurate guesses as to what a woman's sex looked like.

That night ushered in a new stage that continued through the end of the school year and the following summer.  Bonnie sucked me almost every time we were together, which was great, but I still loved the long tease that we had started with back on our first encounter.  It felt safe and familiar. Often she would tease me, fondle me and stroke me until I was close, then switch to oral and finish me off.

Tricia also became an occasional "guest" when Bonnie was babysitting.  Bonnie made it official and actually asked my folks if Tricia could come over to study sometimes.  Amazingly, they agreed it was ok.  This opened up more time to play and meant that there wouldn't be a problem if my folks came home and found Tricia there.  But, it also caused us to be a little careless and several times I had to jump up and run to my room, PJs in hand when we heard the car pull into the drive.  

Looking back, I wonder how my parents missed the smell of female excitement in the living room when they walked in.  I know it was strong sometimes.  I guess both being smokers saved us, or maybe they were just oblivious.  Who would believe what was going on when they were out?

In reading this and the first installment over, I realize it sounds quite unbelievable, mostly because I have compressed a couple of years worth of experiences into a short span of writing.  In reality, I lived a
pretty normal kid's life most days, I was in cub scouts (no my mom was not a den mother - I think she saw it as free babysitting), played little league, etc.  

I would guess that on average Bonnie babysat two times a
month.  I know there were some months she didn't come over at all and others when she was there almost every week.  Because she was in high school and I was in elementary, there wasn't a valid reason for us to be
together apart from the babysitting.  Needless to say, I looked forward to those times when my parents went out.

One other thing happened that school year, just before summer vacation.  Sadly (for me) it was a one time happening.  The TV was on and Bonnie and I were on the couch in the midst of our usual "stuff."  I could feel her rubbing herself while she rubbed me which made me picture what I saw occasionally when Tricia was over and made me wish I could see more of.  Since Tricia had started "playing" along with us, Bonnie had become more open about stimulating herself but I never got to really watch.  

She leaned forward a bit, lips at my ear and whispered, asking if I was willing to try something different tonight.  I said sure and for the first time, she actually admonished me that I couldn't tell anyone about what we were going to do.

She reached into her bag and pulled out a tube.  I assume now it was probably KY or something similar.  I have often wondered how she got the KY, if she stole it from her folks or what.  Anyway, she said she wanted to see if I could "stick my willy into her bottom." This was something totally new.  

Over the last year and a half, I had not touched her sexually in any way; that just wasn't part of our game.  She gave me the tube and told me I would need to rub it all around her hole and then on my "willy" (her word for my dick).  With that, she rolled onto her stomach, reached down and pulled her shorts and underwear about half way to her knees.  She then rose up onto her knees and pushed her hips back towards me.  There were no lights on, just the TV, so I couldn't see detail, but I could make out her buns which were spread a little, the pucker of her sphincter and the outline of her labia and some hair below.  Needless to say, I was hard as a rock, but also a little scared.  I took the cap off the tube and as instructed, lubed her up and myself too.

The next series of events probably would have been comical to an observer as there was a height mismatch between her 15 year and my 9 year old legs.  I was too tall when I stood behind her and too short when on my
knees.  We fumbled around making several lame attempts, I even tried standing on the floor and stretching up to her.  

We finally ended up on the floor with her on her side.  In this position, I was able to slide forward enough to make contact, but not enough to put enough pressure to enter her (remember I was working with very few inches).  She finally ended up flat on her stomach with a pillow under her hips, her shorts around her ankles and her legs spread.  This was the perfect angle as it caused her buns to part slightly.  It also gave me a better view as we were closer to the TV.

I knelt between her legs and lay forward on top of her her, fumbled around a bit with my hands, found her hole and guided the head of my dick to it.  As I pushed down, she pushed back and I very quickly popped all the way in.  She gasped a little bit and reached around behind to grab my hip and told me to hold me still.  

The feeling for me was awesome; along with being very tight, I loved the feel of her naked buns against my stomach.  She told me to slowly pull out almost all the way then push back in again.  I did as instructed.  We tried several slow pumps before she told me to pull out all the way, that we were through.

I reluctantly obeyed and rolled off her to the side.  She pushed me onto my back and straddled me, knees on either side of my hips, feet held together on my legs by her shorts.  As she lowered herself onto me I tried
desperately to see her now naked pussy from the front.  All I got was a quick glimpse of her light patch of hair.  

She started grinding on me and soon I was humping up to meet her movements, relishing the warm moist feel
of her as my woody slipped along the length of her slit, surprised by the scratchy feeling when her pubic hair rubbed against me.  I came pretty quickly and felt the immediate high sensitivity that seemed to follow my orgasms.  I struggled to protect my dick but she continued to grind into me, oblivious of my discomfort.  She finally tensed up and came too, then lowered herself onto her elbows and just lay on top of me panting.  After a bit, she rolled off pulled up her pants and told me I had better get to bed (we were almost two hours past my bed time at this point).

That was it, no "thanks" or "that was good."  She just sent me to bed.  Regardless of the discomfort I felt after I my orgasm, when she continued to grind into me, the experience was very positive and very powerful.  I
went to bed that night head full of the glimpses I'd gotten of her sex, the shape of her ass, the smells and the feelings.  

I was so jacked up by the experience that I woke in the middle of the night with a raging hard-on that demanded attention.  The same thing happened the next morning.  I spent the next week fantasizing about the experience, wishing and waiting for the next time Bonnie would come over to babysit.  I just knew we would repeat the new things she had introduced.  

However, it was not to be.  I guess she didn't like the loss of control or was embarrassed by me seeing her partially naked or something because as much as I dreamed about it becoming part of our regular routine; as much as I tried to hint that we should do it again, it never happened.

I can see now that the end result is that because my first experience with actual penetration was anal, I am still imfatuated wth anal sex, nothing else has the power to excite that it does...




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