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This work is Copyrighted to the author. All people and events in this story are
entirely fictitious.
Notice: If you are looking for a quick-read, violence or just masturbation
material, this is not your read. It is a love story with some great sex between
a man and young girl - a beautiful, precocious, assertive, relentless, young
girl. All, of course is totally fictitious.
It was the week of my eleventh birthday and I had asked my mom for permission
to visit my friend Adam. He was a man who lived by himself in a neat little
house about a mile down the road from our house. I visited him every chance I
had and he had invited me to visit whenever I wanted.
"Why do you always want to go visit Adam?" my mother kept asking. "What do you
do when you are over there?"
"I just help him around his place, doing whatever he is doing," I kept telling
her. "He's always doing stuff, like cooking, canning, building things, cutting
firewood, cleaning or just whatever. And he's a real nice person. He makes me
laugh."
Today, she seemed more serious than usual as she came over and sat down beside
me.
"Look, Samantha, you are starting to look all grown up," she began. "You're
tall, cute and now you've had to start wearing a bra."
"Training bra," I corrected her.
"Well, your little boobies are starting to show is the point," she continued.
"That means you are starting to become attractive to guys and as nice as I
believe Adam is, he's still a guy, and probably finds you attractive. I don't
want anything to happen to you that you will regret later. Besides, Adam may
not really want you around as much as you think. He is really nice and would
not want to hurt your feelings."
"I think he's fine with me hanging out there," I argued. "I'm always asking if
it's ok and he always says like, 'It's fine and anytime you want'. And when
it's been awhile since I've been there, he always asks me why I haven't been to
see him. He acts kinda' hurt. I could tell if he was just saying that."
"And you promise me he's never said or done anything that made you feel
uncomfortable or that he was coming on to you?" she asked.
"No way!" I assured her.
"Not yet, anyway," I thought to myself. "I don't know why he won't pay some
attention to me like I want him to. I've tried to let him know it's ok. And
I've flashed my panties and boobies at him and... nothing. I'm not ready to
give up though."
"Well, I guess you can go visit for a while, but be back before dark," Mom
finally told me.
I jumped up, gave her a hug, grabbed my jacket, ran out the front door, jumped
on my bike and flew down the dirt road toward Adam's. When I got to the front
gate his dogs had come running out wagging their tails and barking, just to
make me feel welcome and to let Adam know he had company. I opened the gate and
rode my bike up the lane to Adam's house.
"Hello," I shouted, not seeing Adam anywhere in the yard. His pickup and 4-
wheeler were both under the carport. So I knew he was here. "Where's Adam?" I
asked Ruby the big, black lab. She ran to the front door and sat down waiting
for me to open the door and let her in. Adam never let the dogs in the house,
but she was going to take me to Adam. "Good girl, Ruby. Is Adam in the house?"
I knocked on the door and got no response. The door wasn't locked so I opened
it and went in, making Ruby stay out. "Yo, Adam," I kept calling.
Then I heard the water running in the bathroom and figured he was taking a
shower, so I made myself at home and had a seat at his kitchen table to wait
for him. A few minutes later, I heard the water turn off and started to let him
know I was there, but then decided to wait and surprise him. When he walked out
of the bathroom, I got what I really wanted, a look at his handsome, naked
body. He covered up quickly when he saw me, but not before I got what I had
hoped for. He was so incredible. And his thingy was nice! Not too big, but not
small for sure; at least compared to the ones I had seen on the Internet, which
were the only ones I had seen, except for my brother's.
"Samantha, you startled me!" he told me, turning a little red.
"Sorry," I answered. "I called your name several times, but I guess you didn't
hear me."
"That's ok," he made me feel comfortable. "Let me get dressed and I'll be right
out. Make us some hot chocolate if you want."
"Oh god," I thought, dreamily. "I'd love to be in his bedroom right now and
watch him dress." I filled the little pot he always used to make tea or hot
chocolate with water and started heating it up on the stove. I wondered why he
chose to use the stove instead of his microwave. "Oh well, he did lots of
things different from what I was used to. That was one reason I found him so
interesting."
We sat down at his table and drank our hot drinks and just visited about
whatever came to mind. I could talk to him about anything and he never acted
like he was bored or not interested. I decided to steer the conversation in a
direction that would lead to talking about guys and gals and sex. "You remember
my friend Amy?" I asked.
"Yeah, she's the cute little blond who rode home with you when your mom had me
pick you up from school that day," he remembered.
"Uh huh," I told him. "Well, she got caught making out with her boyfriend, in
their basement the other day. She's grounded for like - life."
"Wow," Adam responded. "That's harsh for just making out."
"Well," I continued. "It was a little more than that. Her shirt and jeans were
unbuttoned and his jeans were too; but they were just touching each other - you
know just using their hands. Besides her folks are like religious freaks."
"I guess that's a little different," he said. "I didn't know kids your age had
started that."
"Amy has always been into boys," I told him. "She's way ahead of most of us
when it comes to that kind of stuff. I don't even know how to kiss." I could
tell I was blushing as I told him that and wondered if I had gone too far. I
knew I had to do something. What I had been doing was clearly not working. Adam
looked at me and smiled.
"Well, you have plenty of time to learn how to kiss," he told me. "I didn't
even know you had a boyfriend."
"I don't," I admitted. "But that doesn't mean I don't want to know how to kiss.
How old do you think a girl should be, anyway?"
"Umm... I guess I don't really know," he answered. "I guess you'll know when
the time is right. Just go with your instincts."
"I think the time is right, right now," I blurted out. "And I wish you'd be
willing to teach me!"
"Oh shit," I thought to myself. "Why did you just blurt it out like that? You
had it going your way. Why couldn't you be more patient, you idiot?"
Adam didn't say anything for what seemed like an eternity. He just looked at me
kind of puzzled; or was he upset or mad? God I wanted him to say something.
"Well, Sam," he finally broke the silence. "You know I like you a lot and think
you are absolutely beautiful; but I don't know if that would be too wise for
us. I mean, you're only ten and I could get in real trouble for just kissing
you."
"I'll be eleven this Friday," I corrected him. "And you can't get in trouble if
we're the only ones who know about it. I'm sure not going to tell anyone. It's
my idea, after all."
"Right. But most people and our laws say you aren't yet old enough to make
those decisions and the adult is the one who catches the blame," he reminded
me.
"Well, I don't buy that!" I was adamant. "That's just religious bull. I'm old
enough to decide such things. It wasn't that long ago that girls my age were
getting ready to marry and start having babies."
"You're going to have to let me digest this for a while," he told me. "The last
thing I want to do is to hurt you in any way. I know that kissing can't hurt
you, but it could lead to other things."
"Finally!" I thought. "He's starting to get it."
"Ok," I answered him. "I get that. How about you take until my birthday to
think about it? I can't think of a better birthday present than for you to
decide it's ok."
"Friday, huh?" he asked. "That's pretty quick."
"Well, it will probably be Saturday," I let him know. "I'm having a couple of
my girlfriends over for a birthday dinner on Friday; but Mom works all day
Saturday and unless she makes us go to my grandparents, I can come down here
Saturday." I walked over to him and put my arm around his shoulders and gave
him a little hug. "So what did you have planned for this evening?" I changed
the subject. "You got all cleaned up."
"I was getting rid of scent so I could take the boat across the creek and put
some fresh corn in my corn feeders. Bow season just opened and I plan to hunt
this week," he explained.
"Can I go with you?" I asked. "I can help you fill up your feeders. I remember
watching you make them last year. What will you be hunting for?"
"Deer or hogs, whichever one shows up at my stand," he answered. "Sure you can
go if you think it will be ok with your mom."
"As long as I'm home by dark, she'll be ok," I assured him. "But what about my
scent? Will that mess up your hunting?"
"Oh I doubt it," he assured me. "I'm not sure it's all that important. They
have to be used to smelling people all the time. I'm in those woods nearly
every day for something." Then he leaned toward me and sniffed several times
while smiling. "Besides you smell so nice, a big ol' buck may just come
running," he teased.
We hooked up his small fishing boat and drove the short distance to the creek
and then unloaded the boat. We slipped across the creek and pulled into a
narrow cove that wound a good distance off the main creek. Adam pulled onto a
gravel bank, pulled the boat onto the bank and tied it to a stump. We loaded
several bags of corn onto the little cart he used to pull game out of the woods
and then both of us began pulling it into the woods. We filled up several of
his feeders and looked for deer or hog sign. We found plenty of both. Adam kept
whispering to me about the tracks we were seeing. He was excited to see a
particular deer track. It was really big and sunk deep in the soft dirt.
"That means he is mature and very heavy," he whispered. I tracked him last
season, but never got a look at him.
He knew it was the same deer, because half the left rear hoof was broken off.
When we were finished we slipped back out of the woods and back to the boat.
When we got to Adam's, he suggested we load my bike into his pickup and he
would drive me home. It was getting close to dark. "Now don't forget," I
reminded him, when we got to my house, "My birthday is Friday and I want that
present! Please?"
"I'm thinking about it," he promised me.
I ran into the house just in time for supper. But first I hurried upstairs.
"Sam, supper's ready," Mom yelled to me.
"Gotta' pee, Mom!" I yelled back. "I'll be right back." I didn't have to pee,
but I did have to wipe and change my panties. Finally getting Adam to talk
about "kissing" and all, had made my kitty leak. My panties were soaked.
I hurried back downstairs and sat down at the table. My mind was racing with
the thoughts of what might happen Saturday. This could be the best birthday of
my life. And then I began to worry. "He didn't say 'ok', just that he'd think
about it," I worried to myself. "What if he decides not to? What if he decides
that it's too dangerous for him to be my friend? What if I can't go over there
any more? Ok, ok, just shut up! Don't think like that. Stay positive and just
remember what Mom said - he's a guy and..."
"Samantha!" I heard my mom say loudly.
"Oh, what... I'm sorry. My mind was wandering, again," I admitted.
"We've been talking to you for a while." she scolded. "What were you so deep in
thought about?"
"I was just thinking about... Amy," I said, thinking quickly. "She probably
won't be able to come to my dinner Friday. She's grounded."
"Why?" Mom asked.
"Uh, well I think she got in trouble at school," I stuttered.
"That's not what I heard," Dale, my ignorant older brother reported. "I heard
she was doing it with her boyfriend and got caught."
"Huh uh!" I challenged him. "Who'd you hear that from? Her stupid boyfriend I
imagine. He's just bragging. He broke up with her because she wouldn't let him
touch her."
"Ok you two, knock it off," Mom scolded. "I don't want to hear that kind of
talk, especially at the dinner table. We were asking you who you were going to
invite Friday and what you wanted to have for your dinner."
"Well Amy, if she can come and Carol and Becky," I answered. "And... let's
see... um pork chops and smashed potatoes with peach cobbler for dessert."
"Ok," Mom just laughed. "That sounds fine with me."
I almost asked if Adam could come, but knew that would be too weird for her and
she might get suspicious. I didn't want to do anything that might interfere
with Saturday.
The week dragged by. I didn't think it would ever be the weekend. It was like
waiting for your boobs to grow. I was having trouble concentrating on my
schoolwork. Thoughts about Adam and Saturday kept creeping into my head. I
rubbed myself off so many times; it's amazing I didn't get sore. I was slipping
into the bathroom as soon as I got home from school and either rubbed myself
silly or sneaked one of Mom's vibrators and let it do the job. Then when I went
to bed, I had to have another go at it. Even at school, a couple of times
during the week, I got permission to go to the girls' bathroom, during class,
to give myself some relief. Of course, each time I was dreaming of Adam ramming
his nice, hard thingy into my tiny kitty. I finally had to talk to someone. Amy
and I ate lunch together on Friday and I told her I needed to talk to her after
lunch. We put on our jackets, went outside and got away from everyone else.
I knew I could trust Amy and count on her for advice, at least when it came to
boys and sex and stuff like that. Nearly everything I knew about sex came from
her. We had been bff since kindergarten; but it wasn't until second grade that
we began to talk about sex in a serious way. Prior to that we just giggled a
lot and whispered about dickys, boobies or kitties. Then Amy's mom went to the
hospital and then had to stay in bed several weeks due to a problem pregnancy.
Amy came to stay with us. She loved to stay at our house and probably would
have moved in with us, if she could have. Of course, her folks would have none
of that. We lived in the country and had fields, woods, creeks and a tall bluff
overlooking the creek to explore.
We also lived in a big farmhouse and my brother and I had bedrooms upstairs.
Mom's was downstairs, which gave us lots of privacy. It was Amy who showed me
how to have a cummy. I just watched her at first and then did it to myself.
Naturally, we began to help each other get there: licking, slurping and sucking
each other's virgin kitties until we both moaned into our cummys. And once,
when Mom was still at work, we sneaked into her room and I showed Amy where Mom
hid her sex toys. She squealed with delight when she switched on the little
vibrator or button-tickler, she called it. Then she showed me what it was for.
Awesome!
I had wanted to talk to Amy all week, but she was absent Monday and Tuesday
because of some stomach virus or something. After that, she was so busy trying
to catch up; we never had a chance to talk. Once Amy and I got out of the
school building and to the far corner of the playground, she asked, "What's
up?"
"Oh god, Amy," I began, "you're not going to believe what I may get for my
birthday. I finally got the nerve to talk to Adam about sex - well we just
talked about kissing mostly. But I told him I wanted him to teach me to kiss
for my birthday. He didn't say 'yes' but promised to think about it."
"Wow, Sam, that's huge," she whispered, even though no one was around. "You're
going to his place?"
"Yeah, tomorrow if he decides it's 'ok'. What do you think he will decide?" I
asked.
"I have no idea," she answered. "But how far are you willing to go if he
agrees?"
"I've been thinking about that and I can't make up my mind," I admitted.
"That's why I wanted to talk to you. What do you think?"
"Well, you really like him and even though he's older, he's really hot."
"Totally!" I agreed.
"The fact that he is older means he will know the score and know what to do if
you decide to do it with him," she added.
"Oh shit!" I exclaimed. "I think I might just do it, if he's willing."
"What are you going to wear?" she asked.
"Uh, I don't know," I answered. "I really hadn't thought about it. I guess
that's important though, huh?"
"It's giant, Girl!" she assured me. "Oh, oh, I know. You have to wear your
short khaki skirt with that black cami top that shows off your boobs. It's also
easy to get a hand under."
We both giggled.
"That would look good, but I'll have to figure out how to get out of the house
with that on," I was thinking out loud. "Or maybe just take them with me and
change at his place."
"What do you really think?" I asked her sincerely.
"I can't believe you are actually going to do it before me; but, if I were you
- I'd go for it!" she assured me. "Oh wait. What about his thing? It will be
bigger than the boys' that I have seen. It could be huge. That could be a
problem for your first time. You're a long way from being full grown."
"I've seen it!" I let her know. "It's kinda' big not too huge... I don't think,
although it was soft, you know. I guess I really don't have much to compare it
to. Like how much bigger does it get when it's hard? And..."
"When did you see?" Amy wanted to know.
"Well, the other day when I went to his house, he didn't answer his door, but
the door was open," I recalled. "I went in and heard the shower running. So I
sat down at the table to wait. When he came out of the shower, he was buck-
naked and drying his hair. It was the hottest thing I have ever seen. My heart
was trying to jump out of my chest and then I felt that flush that starts down
there in my kitty and then goes all over and then the flood as my kitty spilled
over."
"Wow! Yeah. Well, even if it's bigger than the boys our age, I'll bet he will
be so gentle and take so much time with you that it will more than make up for
the extra size," Amy reasoned.
"I hope you're right," I confessed. "I'm really afraid of the first time. I
hope it doesn't hurt too bad."
"Well every girl who has done it has survived and most didn't make too much out
of it," she comforted me. "At least that's what I've heard."
The first bell rang and we had to hustle back to class to keep from being late.
Detention on my birthday would really suck.
I got up the nerve to call Adam that afternoon, as soon as I got home from
school and before Mom got home.
"Happy birthday to you," he answered the phone singing.
"Thanks," I told him with a giggle. "How's the hunting been?"
"Super," he reported. "I got one deer, a nice eight pointer and two hogs. One
old boar may be so big he will be hard to eat, but the other is a nice young
one."
"So was that the deer with the broken hoof?" I asked.
"Naw, but it was still a nice one," he sighed.
"So have you cut them up yet?" I asked.
"Nope. They are still hanging in my barn, chilling," he told me. "I'll start on
them tonight and early tomorrow morning."
"What do you think the chances are of me getting one of your grilled, back
strap, steaks tomorrow for my birthday?" I tried to open the topic.
"Hmm... I thought tonight was your birthday dinner," he teased.
"Yeah, but not 'our' birthday dinner," I teased back. I held my breath to see
how he was going to respond.
"Well, I guess that might be possible. So do you think you will be able to come
over tomorrow?" he asked.
I was so relieved. It sure sounded like he was going to give me what I wanted.
At least he was inviting me back to his place. "I'm planning on it," I let him
know. "Mom hasn't said anything that would make me think she will not be gone
tomorrow or that we'll have to go to my grandma's. That means I should be able
to spend most of the day there, that is if you are ok with that."
"That'll be fine with me," he assured me. "What would you like to go with your
steak?"
"Anything you feel like fixing. Or, just wait until I get there and I will help
you fix whatever you've decided," I let him know.
"I don't think a girl should have to help fix her own birthday dinner," he
suggested.
"That's ok," I said. "You know I love to do those things with you and a dinner
is not the present I'm looking forward to getting from you." I held my breath
again, and crossed my fingers, legs and even my toes, waiting for his response.
This would be it.
"Ok. We'll fix the food together and then have a candlelight dinner to
celebrate your birthday," he promised. "How's that?"
"Perfect, but we'll have to eat early enough for me to get home by dark, unless
Mom has to work real late," I reminded him.
"Early is ok," he assured me. "I'll make sure the fire is going in the grill
and the coals will be ready to cook the venison and have it ready by noon."
"Cool. You can't imagine how much I have been looking forward to this," I
admitted. "I just hope I don't disappoint you."
"Don't worry about that, Samantha," he let me know. "You're not going to
disappoint me. I promise. You enjoy your evening with your friends and I'll see
you when you get here tomorrow. Happy birthday!"
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" I whispered, after we hung up. "He said
'yes' - almost - close enough."
I couldn't contain my excitement and my brother asked, "What the hell is wrong
with you?"
"It's my birthday, stupid," I shot back. "I'm supposed to be excited."
My little dinner party was lots of fun, even though Amy wasn't able to be
there. Mom fixed a great meal and my friends both brought me clever gag gifts.
I really wished I could have talked to them about my plans, but was afraid to.
Amy, I could trust; but I wasn't sure enough about these two to take a chance.
My mom and brother had gone together to get me a nice new outfit for dress up
days at school, like when we were having an assembly or school program. I
didn't think I would ever get to sleep that night. I couldn't stop thinking
about Adam and tomorrow. I rubbed myself off furiously trying to put out the
fire in my kitty.
I guess because I'd slept so poorly, I didn't get up as early as I had
intended. Mom had left for work and Dale and one of his dopey friends were
working on Dale's beat up, old motorcycle. These two couldn't fix a flat, much
less that old wreck. But it would keep them tied up all day and hopefully not
notice that I wasn't around. I got out the outfit Amy and I had talked about
the day before and made sure it was clean and neat. I packed it carefully in my
backpack and made sure I had everything I would need to be able to dress
perfectly for my big day. I remembered to put in an extra pair of panties in
case I got that flush and flood thing, which was likely since I was so excited
about what might happen today. My training bra went into my drawer. "Sure won't
need you today," I told it.
When I was all packed, I took my shower, being diligent about washing my
privates really well. I started to rub off again but decided to wait. I wanted
to be totally hot for Adam. I didn't wear makeup yet and didn't think Adam
would like that anyway.
Finally, I was ready to go and decided I'd better deal with Mom head on. If I
sneaked off and she found out about it, she might come looking for me and I
knew right where she would look. I sure didn't need her interrupting my
birthday celebration with Adam and see me wearing that sexy little outfit. So I
called her at work.
"I'm bored, Mom," I told her. "I want to ride my bike and I may want to stop by
Adam's place. He was going hunting this week and if he got a deer, he might be
cutting it up today. He promised to teach me how to do that and how to cook
those amazing, back strap steaks like he gave us last year. He's probably
hunting today, but I'd like to stop by and see."
Mom sighed that heavy sigh I had heard so many times and told me it was ok; but
reminded me that I knew the rules.
"Yes, Mom, you've told me a thousand times," I complained.
We hung up and I shouted "yes" and pumped my fist. It was all set. I put on my
coat, took my backpack and grabbed my bike and took off for Adam's. I peddled
faster than I ever had. I didn't even slow down when I rode through the creek
crossings. My jeans would get a little wet, but I didn't care. I was going to
Adam's to get my birthday present! "Cool it," I reprimanded myself. "You don't
want to rush in like some hyped up little child!"
I petted his dogs after I came in the gate. They would pester me until I
acknowledged them. Smoke was rising from his big grill and I could smell the
incredible aroma of hickory being reduced to a red-hot bed of coals. Adam
didn't like to use charcoal; he just burned hickory until it turned to hot
coals. Since he cut wood all winter, he never had a shortage of fresh hickory
for smoking and grilling the meat he hunted.
He shut the lid to the grill and started walking toward me, as I rode toward
his carport. I parked my bike and then ran to where he was and just jumped into
his arms. "So much for cooling it," I fussed at myself.
"Happy birthday!" he laughed as he hugged me back.
I looked up at him and just smiled, feeling that familiar flush starting in my
kitty and then... wait... yep, there's the flood. I felt my panties getting
that wet spot again. "Thanks," I said. "It smells really awesome. Have you
started cooking dinner?"
"Nope, just getting the fire ready. It takes awhile to get the coals ready to
grill a couple of steaks. I'm using the fire to smoke one of the hams from the
big hog I shot," he explained.
I took his hand and led him toward the grill. "Can I see the ham?" I requested.
We walked to the grill and he lifted the heavy lid. The smell of hickory
burning and pork cooking was almost overwhelming. "Oh, my god that smells
heavenly. That was a huge hog! Look at the size of that ham."
"Yeah. I usually don't shoot them that big," he admitted. "But this one would
not go away and he kept running the smaller hogs off the corn. So I finally
nailed him - twelve yards. Then the others moved in and I was able to shoot
another, smaller one. It will be really sweet and tender. I don't know about
this big guy."
"I'll bet you'll figure out how to make it tasty," I told him. "You're the best
cook I know."
"Thanks," he replied. "Want to see your steak?"
I shook my head vigorously and he led me to the counter he had built under the
carport, next to his house, part of his outdoor kitchen. He pulled back the
plastic wrap from a large bowl and I peeked inside. He had two beautiful,
butterflied, back strap steaks marinating. "Oh those look delicious, Adam," I
told him, as my mouth started watering. How long have they been in that... what
do you call that, again?"
"It's called a marinade. They've been soaking in it for a couple of hours now,"
he answered. "They are ready for the grill whenever we are ready to cook them.
It will only take a few minutes for them to be perfect over the coals. I
thought we would have some of the corn and the green beans you helped me can
last summer. I made a loaf of whole wheat French bread that will make some
great garlic bread. How's all that sound?"
"Perfect," I said. "How do I help?"
"You could go to the cellar and get a quart of the corn and one of the green
beans and I'll start getting things ready here," he instructed.
I'd been really nervous the first time I went down to the cellar. It was dark,
cool and I imagined there were snakes and spiders everywhere. Then, late last
summer, I picked up a tub and a small copperhead slithered out. He was only
about 6 or 7 inches long, but, crap, it was a copperhead! I stomped on it,
until it was dead. I was so proud of myself. Adam was too, when I carried it up
the stairs by its little, broken tail. He hugged me. "Wow, Sam. That's really
amazing," he proudly let me know.
So now that I was used to it, I loved it down there. Adam had built shelves to
hold all the food he canned. I loved to see the rows of corn, okra, green
beans, peas, pickles, peaches and even venison and pork sausage that he liked
to make. The first time he let me try some sausage, it was way too hot, so the
next time he made some, he made a batch of mild sausage just for me.
When I got back from his cellar with the two quarts, he had started cooking
some pieces of ham and bacon in one skillet and onions in another with some
olive oil. He was using his wood-burning cook stove. With the grill, wood cook
stove and chiminea all going strong it had warmed up enough to be comfortable.
Adam loved to be outdoors and had managed to make being outdoors really
comfortable. Within a few minutes he had everything cooking including several
pieces of the French bread that he had spread with olive oil that he had cooked
fresh garlic in. Then he put them in a Dutch oven and set it over the hot
coals. When he put the steaks on the grill, next to the Dutch oven, the amazing
aroma filled the air under his carport.
"Adam, I brought some other clothes to wear for dinner, would you mind if I
changed into them?" I asked, once everything was cooking.
"No of course. Help yourself. I have some clothes laid out for me, too," he
told me.
I took my backpack and went into his house and started to his bedroom. As I
went by his living room, I couldn't believe my eyes. In front of the fireplace
he had set up a small table for two with a pretty table cloth, beautiful china
and silverware I had never seen and two silver candle holders with tall red
candles. Under one plate I noticed a tall card. I had to see what it said. It
was a beautiful, hand-made birthday card.
There were pictures of hearts of all sizes, several bright red lips, little
birthday cakes, candles and presents. They were all drawn and colored by hand.
"Happy Eleventh Birthday, Sam" was written on the front. And inside was a menu
of our dinner and all were carefully hand written. I knew Adam was an engineer
and had beautiful penmanship, but had no idea he was such an artist. I felt a
tear well up in my eye. There was still a nice fire in the fireplace and I
added a couple more logs to keep it going. I slipped the card back under the
plate.
I went into his bedroom to change my outfit. He had a pair of khaki slacks and
a black sweater on the bed, ready for him to wear. "Oh god, our outfits will
match," I thought.
Being in Adam's bedroom got me so excited I had to stop and calm myself to be
able to get dressed. I was shaking so hard I almost couldn't button my buttons.
I changed my panties since the pair I had on had a huge wet spot on them. I
wasn't sure if that would be a turn off or a turn on for a guy. I had so much
to learn. When I had managed to dress, I started to leave, but stood there for
a minute and just looked at Adam's bed. This is where it was going to happen.
Soon, I would no longer be a virgin. I felt a chill sweep up from my kitty and
went clear to my shoulders and neck. I was still really nervous about how much
it might hurt.
"What do I need to do while you change?" I asked, when I got back outside.
"Umm... first, lets put this apron on you. We don't want to get that cool
outfit dirty," he said as he tied the apron around me. "Jeez, Sam, you look
incredible!"
"Thanks, I'm glad you noticed," I blushed, but smiled.
"Everything is about ready," he showed me. "Just don't let the bread or the
veggies burn. They are done. Just keep the veggies lightly simmering. I moved
the steaks to the cool side of the grill so they won't overcook. They'll stay
warm and soak up some more smoke. I'll be right back."
He gave me a hug and exited to the house. He was back in a few minutes and I
had kept watching everything we were cooking. It was all smelling awesome and
was making me really hungry.
"Ok," he announced, when he returned. "If you are ready, let's have your second
birthday dinner."
He had brought serving bowls with him from the inside kitchen and a plate. We
plated the meat and bread and emptied the veggies into the serving bowls. Then
we carried all the food into the house. There wasn't enough room on the little
table for all the food, so we placed it on the kitchen table and filled our
plates. Adam lit the candles and we started to sit down. "I almost forgot," he
said suddenly. "I have some wine chilled; but I didn't know if you liked wine."
"I've only had wine twice and I liked it the first time, but the second one was
too strong-tasting," I told him. "But today, I think I would love to try
whatever you are having."
"Well, I think you will like this one," he suggested. "It's a light, bubbly
kind. It's a sparkling wine made for celebrating special occasions."
"Perfect!" I responded.
"Special occasion?" I thought. "Yeah - special - really special."
He went to the fridge and retrieved a bottle of wine and opened the cork over
the sink, with a loud "pop". Then he brought it over with two tall, skinny
glasses and poured both of us one. When he sat down he held up his glass and
offered a toast: "To the beautiful birthday girl on her happy eleventh
birthday. And may she have many, many more, equally happy ones."
We lightly clicked our glasses and sipped our wine. That silly tear slid down
my cheek again. "Grow up!" I thought. I loved seeing the tiny bubbles rising in
the wine when I held my glass in front of the candles. "Oh, that's too good. I
may start really liking wine."
"Well, I won't let you drink too much. You need to keep your senses about you.
And I don't think it would be a good idea to take you home tipsy," he cautioned
me.
"Right," I giggled.
"What's this?" I asked, as I picked up the birthday card and sounded as though
I hadn't seen it.
"Just a card for your birthday," Adam answered, as if it were nothing.
I read the whole card and couldn't help but tear up again. "Oh god, Adam!" I
exclaimed. "You made this!"
"Yeah," he answered.
"It's beautiful," I stammered. "It's... it's the sweetest card I've ever
gotten. Cheesecake? You made cheesecake?"
"I guess we'll find out when we eat it. It's my first," he admitted.
We began to eat. I thought I had enjoyed great meals before, especially from
Adam's cooking, but this one took the grand prize. I had forgotten how sweet
the corn that we had canned last summer was. I remembered driving with him
early one morning to a farmers field and having to wait until the farmer came
in with a wagon load of fresh-picked ears. It was really hard work to cut the
corn off the husks, but I had enjoyed every minute of it, since Adam and I were
doing it together. Today, Adam had simmered it until some of the liquid
evaporated. Then, after we poured it into the serving bowl, he added a little
butter. And the green beans I had watched grow and helped pick and can, tasted
just as fresh as those he cooked the day we canned these. A little cut-up
potato and a little bacon and ham he had smoked, from hogs he had shot added
another flavor to the green beans that was unreal. And the French bread:
nothing on it but olive oil and garlic. It was delicious. But nothing, nothing,
compared to those back strap steaks: tender and juicy with a touch of hickory
flavor. I knew he had thought a lot about today and had worked hard to make
this special. I choked back that lump in my throat, as I thanked him.
"You're a special person, Samantha," he told me, as he reached across the table
and took both my hands in his. "Happy birthday."
When he brought out the cheesecake, I couldn't believe it. It was pink and had
little strawberries cut up in the shape of hearts nearly covering the top.
Strawberries are my favorite fruit. It was as delicious as it was beautiful.
We cleared the table, carrying the dirty dishes to the kitchen sink outside. I
started to put the apron back on to help with the dishes, but Adam stopped me.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I need the apron to help with the dishes," I told him.
"Not on your birthday!" he demanded. "I'll cover these with a board I cut to
keep the critters out and wash them in the morning while you are still sound
asleep."
"Sound asleep and dreaming of you, my sweet lover," I thought to myself, as he
took the apron off me and covered the dishes. "Lover? That's the first time I
had used that word to describe Adam: lover - my lover. It was actually about to
happen."
Once inside he added a little more wine to our glasses and we sat down on the
couch facing the flickering fire. I offered him my glass and a toast of my own:
"To the best friend a girl could ever hope to have!"
We clinked our glasses again and sipped our wine. I slipped off my shoes and
scooted over close to Adam and leaned into him, pulling my legs under me to
make me a little taller. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me
in close. We just sat there for several minutes, enjoying the fire, wine and
each other. He finally set his half-full wine glass down and I followed his
lead. I put my hand on his chest and rubbed it lightly.
"Still want your birthday present?" he finally inquired.
"That's all I have been able to think about all week," I confessed, as I hugged
him harder. "You ready to give it to me?"
He didn't say anything for a minute and then just said, "yes".
I smiled to myself and squeezed him some more. "Yes!" I thought. "I'm finally
there."
Adam reached his hand over to my face and stroked it gently. Then he pushed his
fingers through my hair to the back of my head. He gently pulled my face toward
his waiting lips and... there it was - our lips touched lightly. A shock wave
shot through my body. I felt it from my head to my toes. It was like I was
lighting up from an unseen switch being flipped. My nipples tingled; so did my
kitty. My heart pounded so hard it hurt. And then the flood came.
"If this were what a kiss were like, how could I stand the rest?" I questioned
myself. "Just go with it. Take a deep breath. You'll survive. All girls have."
Adam must have felt my reaction because he immediately disengaged. I let out a
breath and attempted a feeble smile.
"Ok?" he asked.
"Oh yeah," I whispered.
He then moved his attention to my left temple and lightly kissed it. He began
to work his way down that side of my face, just tenderly touching me with his
lips. He stopped at my ear and took my earlobe between his lips and just
lightly pulled on it. I shuddered and felt the moisture ooze onto my panties
again. His kisses continued down my face and onto my neck, then back to my jaw
and over toward my chin. When he was nearly even with the corner of my mouth he
kissed up toward it and stopped just over the little dimple in my cheek. He
held the kiss there and then I felt the soft tip of his moist tongue just
barely touch my dimple. I smiled at this, which deepened my dimple. He
continued upward and kissed the corner of my eye when he got there. Then he
kissed my eyelid.
"Weird," I thought, but I liked it. I was getting goose bumps all over my goose
bumps. I didn't remember ever having "warm" goose bumps.
He moved up to my forehead and planted several light kisses across it and then
repeated the whole process down the other side of my face. Then he stopped and
just held me and caressed my face with his fingers. "Kissing" me with his
fingertips. I just kept my eyes closed and enjoyed the affection, stifling the
urge to giggle or squirm.
"What am I supposed to do?" I thought. "Nothing" was my answer. He was the
teacher and would direct me when the time was right.
Then his lips touched mine again. This time my circuits didn't completely
overload; just a light tingling rippled through me again. I kissed him back
this time, too. I wasn't sure how to do it, but just tried to match his
pressure. We kissed like this for minutes - I don't know how many. My concept
of time was totally screwed. Then he pulled off my lips just slightly and when
I opened my eyes, his were open, too. We smiled at each other sweetly - more
with our eyes than our mouths. Then, without closing our eyes, our lips touched
again, ever so lightly. We stayed right there for what seemed like several
minutes, just looking into each other's eyes and touching our lips barely
against the other's. I don't think I was breathing. I don't think he was
breathing. It was so, so sweet.
Adam shifted a bit so he could kiss my neck again, working his way along the
collar of my cami top. He kissed every inch of my skin along my collar. Then it
was back to our lips, but different now. I felt a new level of energy, as he
pressed harder against my lips. I responded and then felt his lips part and his
tongue slipped out and touched my lips. The wetness startled me. I had to
stifle the giggle again.
"Oh god, what do I do?" my mind buzzed. I just relaxed, took a breath through
my nose and let my lips part slightly to give him access. And he took it.
Slowly and gently he pressed his tongue into my damp mouth and began to
explore. His tongue found mine and they began to dance a sexy dance."This
wasn't so hard," I told myself. "That is, if I'm really doing it right."
From the way Adam was reacting I was doing something right. He began to softly
moan into my mouth. I felt it more than heard it, I think. It was soothing and
reassuring. I felt his hand begin to explore the rest of me - across my
shoulder and then down my arm. "Kissing" me again with his fingertips. When he
got to my hand he wrapped his big hand around mine and then slowly pulled my
hand up to his face. He broke our kiss and started kissing the back of my hand
and then each knuckle. It was heaven! Pure heaven!
"Oh Adam, you are so gentle and sweet and I can't believe how good this feels,"
I cooed.
"I know, me too," he agreed. "You know you can say 'stop' anytime, right?"
I did giggle at that. I wouldn't have stopped him if he had ripped my clothes
off and jammed his thingy - dick thing in me in the first thirty seconds. I'm
glad he didn't, but no way would I have stopped him. "Thanks," I assured him.
"But 'stop' is not likely to come out of my mouth today. Oh, maybe 'don't
stop'."
He laughed and then kissed me again - just a light, little smack. "You know I
have no idea how this is supposed to go, or like what I'm supposed to do or
anything," I reminded him.
"What you're doing is perfect, Sam," he assured me. "Absolutely perfect."
I felt relieved and we locked our lips again in a long, sensuous French kiss.
When he let loose my hand, he moved his to my side and I moved my hand up to
his neck. Suddenly I felt vulnerable or something. I realized that in that
position it was sort of like inviting him to "Touch me anywhere you want. It's
ok." And he did. His hand began to move down to my waist and then touched my
bare skin below the cami top. Those goose bumps returned as well as the flush
and flood. Seconds later I felt his caressing fingertips ease up my flat tummy
until it found one of my little boobs. Then it circled around the round, brown
ring just off the edge of it onto the soft, white, puffy skin.
That lightning flashed through my body again when he finally made first contact
with the nipple. My nipples had never seemed to be particularly sensitive to my
touch, even while I was rubbing myself off. Oh, but now with Adam's electric
fingers, shock waves were rocketing through my body. My kitty caught the brunt
of the torture and the wetness expanded. I could tell that the front of my
panties was totally soaked with my kitty juice.
I had a horrid thought. "What if Adam thinks I peed myself? Idiot! This is your
first time - not his."
We continued to kiss and Adam explored my chest, moving back and forth between
my teeny tits. After a few minutes I began to worry that I should be making a
move of some kind. What should I do? I reached down and began to rub Adam's
chest through his black sweater.
Adam backed off and I was afraid I'd screwed something up. But then he pushed
back and leaned down and put his lips on the top of my left thigh, just below
the hem of my skirt. My skirt was so short and had risen up a bit; his lips
were only an inch or two from my wet kitty. He kissed across my thigh and then
did the same thing to my other thigh. Then he kissed his way down to my knee,
over to the other knee and back up my thigh. Then he kissed down between my
thighs and I took one leg out from under me and placed it on the floor so I
could open a bit and give him some room.
"Was he looking at my panties?' I wondered. "Could he feel the heat? Smell my
girly juice?"
I glanced down and his eyes were as glued to my crotch as his lips were to my
thighs. Then he stopped and reached one hand under my thighs and the other
across my back with his big hand clear under my armpit and he stood up with me
in his arms. He did it with such ease that you would have thought I was light
as a feather. Well, I nearly was, but still. He didn't even grunt. I wrapped my
arms around his muscular neck, laid my head on his chest and held on as he
carried me to his bed. I imagined he could feel my heart hammering inside my
chest.
Ever so gently, he set me down on his bed and with one swift motion he slid my
top off and placed it neatly on the chair by his bed. I felt the blush begin in
my cheeks and spread down across my chest. In seconds, every inch of my skin
felt hot and tingly. Adam was seeing me topless for the first time. He was the
first guy ever to see me like this, other than my brother and that was years
ago. Then he slipped his sweater off and I got to see his beautiful, muscular
chest with just enough chest hair to be masculine. I couldn't breathe again.
I helped him pull down the bed cover then just sat there not knowing what to
do. Adam did. He reached behind me and unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt and
eased me onto my back as he tugged at the waist. I lifted my butt off the bed
and he slipped my skirt off and added it to the clothes on the chair. Then I
made a move of my own. I undid his belt and slacks and helped them down. He
finished the job and dropped them on the chair. Then he climbed on the bed
beside me and directed me onto my back again, with my head on his pillow. He
moved beside me but instead of lying down he sat back on his heels and just
stared at me; looked me over from head to toe. I couldn't help but snicker a
little at the discomfort I was feeling. I looked in his face to see if I could
gauge how he was feeling and thought it was obvious that he was pleased with
what he saw. At least I hoped that was what was going on behind those
beautiful, steel blue eyes.
"Is it ok?" I tentatively asked, still wanting more assurance.
"Ok?" he asked surprised. "No. Not even close."
I felt a bit of panic and suddenly felt totally naked.
"It would be a giant lie, a monstrous understatement to describe what I'm
seeing as just 'ok'" he swooned. "You are the most sensual, beautiful, sexual,
thing I've ever had the pleasure to gaze upon, Samantha. I could just look at
you forever."
"Seriously?" I asked. I wasn't totally convinced. I mean he'd had so many
opportunities and had never made a move. "I thought you mustn't have thought I
was pretty or sexy or anything, since you never tried anything."
"Oh god, Sam," Adam began. "You can't imagine how beautiful and sexy I've
always thought you were. I mean just look at you! You remember that beauty
contest your mom made you enter when you were five or six? And you won, of
course. Well, "cute" has grown into 'beautiful'! I love your silky, brown hair
and how it matches your big, brown eyes. Your breasts have just shot out in the
last few months. They are so perfect. I can't help but imagine what they will
look like in another year or two; but I love them just the way they are. And
look at what soccer and cheerleading have done for your body. Your flat abs and
well-defined arm and leg muscles are incredible. And your butt - it's always
been so beautifully round and now it has developed into the most perfect butt
I've ever seen. If I had the power to change anything about you - I wouldn't -
not one thing.
"I know I'm not the only one who feels that way, Sam. You must be hearing that
from others," he added.
"I don't care about hearing it from others, Adam," I whispered, as I reached
over and placed my hand on his thigh and sighed.
Adam leaned over and began to kiss, lick and lightly suck on my nipples. The
tingles began all over again. I wasn't sure what to do, again. So I just lay
there with one arm at my side and the other hand on Adam's thigh, trapped
between his tummy and thigh. He kissed his way down my stomach to the top of my
panties and then kissed across my tummy. Then he leaned toward my feet and
kissed down the top of my thigh starting at the waistband of my panties. His
lips lightly touched down on my panties, just beside my kitty - tingles, flush,
flood.
"Oh my god, Adam," I mumbled,
He kissed his way back up, lingering briefly to kiss me through my panties. I
knew now he could smell my sex. Jeez, I could smell my sex. He kissed back up
my tummy, chest and then landed softly on my lips; but he didn't linger.
Instead he started back down again. This time, when he reached my panties he
kissed right across my kitty lips. Then back across; then again, this time
stopping at the center and lightly licking the length of my slit.
Uncontrollably, my pelvis lurched upward trying to press onto his tongue. After
two trips up and down my slit, he hooked his thumbs in my panties and slipped
them off. Now I was completely naked and I didn't care.
Adam used his fingers to "kiss" my hairless kitty now. First he used two
fingers to lightly stroke the length of my slit with a finger on each side of
my mound: a mound that now seemed taller and puffier than it had ever been.
Then there were three fingers making the slow, sensuous trip with the middle
one pressing lightly into the crease. I was about to lose it. I touched my
nipples and couldn't believe how hard they were - and how sensitive.
"Oh god, Adam," I moaned. "I can't hold off any longer. I'm about to blow."
"Good. Do it," he told me.
"But - but I thought we would - you know," I voiced my concern.
"We will. But you can climax over and over and I want to get you there first
and then heat you up again and then we'll do... that. Is that all right?" he
asked.
"Uh huh," I mumbled, relieved that I could now turn loose and explode.
Then Adam surprised me by scooting over between my legs and spreading them wide
apart. He put his big hands under me and pushed me up by my butt. In response
and without even thinking, I grabbed my legs just behind my knees and pulled
them even further toward my chest and then pointed my toes straight out to the
side and totally opened up my sex to Adam. He dove in with his tongue and
licked me from the top of my hiney crack, clear around to the top of my kitty
slit, pausing at several pertinent points.
"Oh jeez, oh shit, oh Adam that's so goooood," I managed through clenched
teeth.
He did that several more times slowly and then when he got to my kitty clitty
he stopped and dove his tongue into the now swollen, fleshy bump of nerve
endings - tingle, flush, flood, explosion!
"Ooooooooooh noooooooooooo!" I moaned.
My body began to shudder, shake and shiver from my toes to the end of each
strand of hair on my head. I turned loose my legs but kept them stretched as
wide apart as I could. I clenched my fists around a hunk of the sheet and just
tried to hang on. I was bucking up onto Adam's face and I couldn't tell what he
was doing, exactly; but it felt like he was plunging his tongue or something in
my kitty hole and another in my hiney hole and vibrating my clitty while
massaging it mercilessly. The shocks and waves kept rolling through me and I
gushed out copious girly-goo into Adam's mouth. He finally let up the pressure
and I collapsed. My body ached from the strain of pressing up as hard as I
could toward my lover and holding my legs out as wide as they would spread.
Those muscles at the top of my legs twitched and cramped from the strain I had
placed on them.
Adam reached in the nightstand and withdrew a small towel and placed it under
my butt. I could feel the moisture running down my crack and knew it must be
puddling up on the towel.
I'd been rubbing off since Amy taught me how in the second grade; but it was
nothing like what had just roared through my body. I don't think if all of my
cummies combined to hit me at the same time, it would have been as big as this
one.
I finally blinked my eyes open and looked down at where this onslaught had
taken place. Adam was still lying between my legs, his head resting on my upper
thigh, with his lips in the faintest contact with my kitty. He wasn't moving,
just lightly kissing what he had just overwhelmed with his tongue, lips and
fingers - toes maybe, I'm not sure. I tried to push up on my elbows so I could
reach down and touch him, but I didn't have the strength. I just reached my
hand down toward him. When it reached my tummy, it came in contact with Adam's
hand. Having seen my plight, he reached up to meet me partway, intertwining his
fingers with mine. We stayed like that for several minutes; trying to will some
life back into our spent bodies.
Adam recovered first and climbed up beside me and touched my lips lightly with
his. I extended the tip of my tongue and ran it across his lips to savor the
taste of my kitty juice.
"Wow. I can taste me," I managed.
Adam just smiled. "Yeah, I can too," he smiled. "It's incredible, huh?"
"Umm. I guess," I said thoughtfully.
"Adam, that was... I don't know how to begin to describe it. There aren't
words."
"I know Sam. I know exactly what you mean. I've been trying to imagine what
I'll write in my journal about this," he struggled to get his thoughts into
words. "There's just no way. Nothing will do it justice."
We just held each other as I finally managed to roll onto my side and snuggle
in close to the man of my dreams - to my lover - to my love.
"I love you," I finally had to whisper it; half hoping he couldn't hear it. I
had to get it out of my mind. No matter how he reacted, it was burning my
brain!
Adam said nothing for a moment. "It may just be passion - you know emotions
from making love; but whatever it is, I feel it toward you too, Sam," he
admitted, almost reluctantly. "Oh god that could be a real mess."
"Yeah, but not today. It's perfect," I insisted. "And I'm going to enjoy every
second of it - of you - and us."
Adam smiled. "Good idea."
"You know as amazing as that was, I'm still a virgin," I finally whispered,
looking into his handsome face.
"You sure you want to go there?" he sincerely asked. "You know we don't have
to. If we quit right now and don't do another thing - ever. I will die a happy,
contented man remembering this as the best day of my life! I mean, if you want
to save that for someone special..."
"Adam!" I angrily admonished him. "How can you say that? How can you even
imagine me hoping for someone more special than you?"
"Sorry, Sam," he quickly tried to walk back his words. "I just want to make
sure. I want you to be sure. I would hate myself if you end up feeling bad
about today and blaming me and you would be right to blame me."
"Feel bad about today? About you?" I countered. "No way, ever. And why blame
you; I've been the one pushing? Oh that adult thing. Please don't. You know, I
know what I'm doing."
"Ok, ok," he stammered. "Let's get back on track. I just had to make sure.
Please don't be mad."
"You're right. I shouldn't be mad at all," I said apologetically, kissing him
sweetly. "I should be thanking you for being so worried about me. I knew you'd
be that way. I really do love you, Adam. I don't care, I'm gonna' keep saying
it."
"Good. I love you, too Samantha," he assured me.
It was time to quit talking, I decided and my turn to make a move. As soon as
we began to kiss, I could feel another change in energy, a "movement in the
force" kind of thing. I pressed Adam onto his back and began to kiss him much
as he had done me earlier. I kissed all over his rugged, handsome face and then
started down his body. My kisses were light at first, then harder and then
light again. I had learned from what he had done, how much that turned me on.
"Learning," I thought. "Yeah, I'm learning."
Apparently I'd learned pretty well as Adam began to squirm and moan beneath me.
When I was kissing his chest, I could feel his heartbeat. It was beginning to
pound pretty hard to try to feed the urges he seemed to be feeling. I couldn't
believe how turned on I was and Adam wasn't even touching me. Finally I made my
way to his "Promised Land", quickly slipping his boxers off: boxers with a huge
wet spot on the front.
My god it was huge - his thing. "It's a dick, Samantha! Call it a dick," I
fussed at myself. I realized it wasn't even completely hard yet. How could I
have thought it wasn't too big when I saw it the day he stepped out of the
bathroom naked? I began to worry. "This thing is going to blast away my cherry.
It's going to plunge into my tiny kitty. It's going to hurt!"
"Well every girl who has done it has survived and most didn't make too much out
of it," I remembered Amy saying. I wasn't sure that was too reassuring as I
picked up the monster and felt it continue to expand in my hand. I licked the
little drop off the tip. It had suddenly appeared from that little slit. It
didn't taste. It was slippery, though.
"That's must be its purpose," I assumed.
Then I boldly tried to wrap my lips around it. I had to back off and wet my
lips to make it easier to stretch them enough to get that fat knob into the
wet, warmth of my mouth. Adam groaned and lifted his butt off the bed a bit.
"Hold on, Big Guy," I thought to myself. I've got to get used to this... this
shovel handle. Yeah, that was what it reminded me of: that wooden handle of the
shovel Adam and I used in his garden. His dick wasn't as long, of course, but
it was just as hard and nearly as big around. It was soft, too. How could
something be hard and soft at the same time? But it was.
I closed my eyes and began to suck and bob and try to get that monster deeper
in my mouth. I gagged when it hit my throat so I backed off and tried again.
Same result. I decided to try to avoid that for now and just rub my hand up and
down his shaft while sucking on the knob. I wondered if I were doing this right
and if Adam would correct me if I weren't. Apparently, something was working.
He was starting to breathe hard and moan or groan or something. I don't know
how to describe it; but it seemed to indicate he was heating up - fast.
"Sam, Sam, hang on," he finally moaned. "I'm not going to be able to control it
if you don't stop. Oh jeez, that feels good."
I crawled up toward his face, kissing his torso along the way. When my lips
finally reached his, he grabbed my head and began the most passionate kiss yet,
his tongue probing deep into my mouth.
"Wow, he's hot," I thought as I sat up, straddling him. I reached down and
pulled his dick up against his tummy and pressed my kitty lips onto it. Then I
began to slowly and lightly, at first, rub the length of my slit against his
hard shovel handle dick; gently kitty-kissing his dick. Up and down. Up and
down. I even managed to tilt my hips and rub my hiney hole on it. Then I'd lean
forward so I could reach his face again so we could resume our sucking kisses.
I felt the first of the tingles begin to slither from my kitty and spread
throughout my body. Then, right on schedule, the juices began to flow and coat
Adam's dick. That made it feel even better and I began to rub harder and
faster. Finally, I decided I couldn't wait any longer and the way Adam was
squirming and moaning, he probably couldn't either.
I backed away from him enough to allow me to reach down and pick up his dick
and rub that big purple knob up and down the length of my kitty slitty. Then, I
got bold or crazy or whatever. I grasped his dick just below the little shelf,
just under the head and pressed it against my kitty hole. I strained to press
down hard and was surprised how hard I had to push to get it in; but it did go
in.
"Oof," I groaned. The air in my lungs seemed to rush out as Adam's dick head
pressed in. I felt my kitty lips crush onto my hand that was tightly hanging
onto Adam's tool to keep it from going too deep. I don't know why I thought of
doing that, but was thankful I did. As it was, there was a brief moment of
shock when I realized that for the very first time my kitty hole was breeched
by a dick; a big, wonderful but scary dick. It hurt, but not as much as I had
feared. It just felt so odd and stretched, for sure. I peeked down between my
legs to see what my poor kitty looked like. It was amazing. The little hole had
opened so wide I couldn't imagine it could do that without tearing. Adam
looked, too.
"You ok?" he wondered.
"Yeah, I think so," I giggled. I giggled? Jeez!
I sort of wished Adam would take over. Even though it had worked out so far, I
really didn't know what to do next. I mean... I just turned eleven! But, Adam
seemed content for me to continue to be in control. For whatever reason, I
lifted up and let that monster slip all the way back out. Then just pushed it
in again. This time it didn't take as much pressure. It hurt again; but still
no terrible pain - just stretched. I decided to do it again and again and
again. It got easier each time and it began to feel good. It was so wide that
it was rubbing my kitty clitty each time it pressed in. The tingling was
starting to grow. A couple more ins and outs and I got the flush and flood. I
could feel it pour out, soaking my hand and Adam's dick bonnet.
"That's got to help," I remember thinking. I also remember wondering if I were
just putting off driving him in deeper. So far everything was fine, but I knew
my cherry was still intact, or at least some of it. It was stretched, though:
It had to be. My whole kitty insides were stretched around the giant intruder,
even though just the tip of it was pushing into me. Cautiously, I let my hand
slide a little down the shaft - just a tiny bit further. I pulled out again and
back down to my hand.
"Whoa! Shit!" I whispered. The stretching was intense and now was getting
uncomfortable and more painful. I held still for a moment and then lifted off
and plunged it back in. Two, three more times before I dared try to move my
hand again.
"Adam, am I doing this right?" I begged him. "I don't have a clue."
"You're doing fine, as far as I can tell, Sam," he let me know. "You're taking
your time and just moving deeper a little at a time. If it's not hurting, it's
perfect. I can take over if you want, but only you know how it feels and when
it's ok to move ahead."
"Yeah. Ok," I concurred. "I guess this is working."
On the next down stroke, I felt the first real flash of intense pain as my
hymen stretched beyond its breaking point.
"Oof. Ow," I cried and froze. Adam looked at me and saw the contorted
expression on my face as I winced from the sharp, shocking pain. He placed his
hands on my shoulders to support me. Tears poured down both my cheeks.
Everything went black for a moment. When the lights came back on, I was still
in the same position hanging on Adam's big dick, part of which was inside my
poor kitty, ripping into my hymen.
"Oh god, Samantha, I'm sorry," Adam whispered. "Let's stop right here. Let's
not go on. I can't stand it. I can't stand to hurt you." His big hands were on
my shoulders and he tried to push me off.
"No. Stop," I demanded. "It's not that bad now. It's better. We're nearly
there. I know it."
I took a deep breath and let it slowly out and then pressed a little harder
instead of backing out. There was another, smaller pain wave; much smaller and
it quickly subsided. I tried to avoid reacting to the pain, since that had
clearly upset Adam. I backed it clear out again and looked at the source of my
pain. The tip of his shovel handle invader was now crimson. My cherry blood was
running down his shaft. I gritted my teeth and slammed back down, crushing my
hand onto my kitty again. The reward was another shot of pain streaking through
me. "Oh my god," I mumbled. "How much more can there be?"
Once more I lifted completely off of Adam's giant dick and felt the cold rush
of air from his chilly bedroom flooding into my kitty. The contrast was
amazing. The cold seemed to bring instant relief to my torn hymen; but the
empty void begged to be filled again - warmed again. The next plunge met no
resistance; made no pain. I breathed a sigh of relief and slowly exhaled.
"It's done, I think," I told Adam.
"Thank god. I couldn't have taken much more of that," he admitted, lovingly.
"You couldn't have taken much more?" I giggled again. He chuckled when he
understood what I meant; but I loved him all the more for feeling the way he
did.
"This was truly a sweet, loving man," I thought as I peered down at his strong,
handsome face. And I was about to fu... about to fuck him. There I was able to
say it. Well, think it anyway.
I lifted off again and then plunged back down forcing the cool air back out;
again, no pain. This time I backed out until just the huge head thing remained
inside. I loosened my grip and pressed down, cautiously this time since my hand
was no longer there to stop the intrusive tool from slamming clear through my
kitty. It stopped in a comfortable place and I looked down to see how much was
still outside. "Oh crap, most of it," I mumbled. "Oh well - keep going."
I began moving rhythmically up and back down, pressing Adam's dick a bit deeper
with each stroke. He now realized that the pain was over and was able to begin
to help. He pressed up to me each time I drove down. He reached up and began to
twist my nipples between his thumbs and fingers and I began to feel the
sensations build. This was totally different from earlier when I was just lying
there letting Adam suck, lick, kiss and whatever else he was doing to drive me
into my massive cummy. I was doing the driving and his giant shaft was ripping
my kitty open and sucking all her friends in to rub furiously against the
loving invader.
It looked to me like Adam was struggling to avoid losing it. His hips were
rocking up and down; he was panting wildly and moaning inaudible mutterings.
His face was contorted as he was trying not to exit before me. That's why I'm
glad it happened to me after a few more strokes.
I took a quick look and realized that not all but a good deal of that shovel
handle was disappearing into me - way more than I imagined possible without
something else breaking in there. Suddenly tingle, flush, flood, explosion,
ripped through my kitty and sent my entire body into a thrashing, screaming,
crying, shuddering frenzy.
"Oooooooooooooooooh, god, noooooooooooooooo! I'm there. Oh Adam. Fuck me! Fuck
me! Fuck me!" I mumbled to my surprise. Adam's too, he told me later. But that
took him over, as he hammered up into me as hard as he thought I could stand. I
felt that giant hose erupt inside my poor kitty as we thrashed each other
without mercy. Then, suddenly there was another sharp flash of pain and I
froze. I gritted my teeth and held my breath. I didn't want it to end like
this. Adam was aware of my plight and he froze too. But, of course, his dick
couldn't stop spilling its seed onto my bruised kitty. My cum-drenched cervix
must have shuddered at its first taste of man juice. The hot shower apparently
soothed the torrent of pain because just as suddenly as it came, it went.
Now I wanted more. I wasn't through. If I had one ounce of strength left I was
going to use it to complete this lovemaking, this coupling, this, this...
fucking. I lifted up a little and jammed back down, again, again, again and
again. Adam picked up the rhythm and jumped back in. I couldn't tell if he was
cumming again, but I sure was. The shudders, tingles and explosions hit me over
and over, until I couldn't stand any more. I feared that if I didn't quit right
now, my entire system would shut down. I collapsed onto my lover's chest and
hardly moved for several minutes. We both struggled for air as our bodies tried
to recuperate from the sexual pounding we had given each other.
A strange thought found its way into my awareness. I remembered a TV commercial
for one of those drugs to help older guys get hard. The announcer had warned
the men to be sure they were healthy enough for sex. That had always baffled me
- until now.
Finally, Adam regained enough strength to move. He put those big hands around
my head and tilted my face toward him so he could reach my lips with his. He
had to stretch because I didn't want to move forward and allow his dick to
escape from my kitty; didn't want the cool air to rush in and take its place
just yet. He seemed to understand and just leaned in and touched his lips to
mine. That light, little touch that was so perfectly peaceful, comforting now
and just a while ago had seemed so perfectly electric; had so shocked my system
that I had wondered how I could take the rest of what was to follow. Well, I
had taken it - all of it. And I loved it. And I loved Adam. It wasn't passion.
                                    The End