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“John Reynolds told everybody that he took my virginity. That rumor is not true,” she replied to my unspoken question. “But we did fool around some. I gave him a blowjob, and I let him stick it in my butt. I didn’t want to lose my virginity, and I didn’t want to get pregnant!” She almost sobbed her answer. “I just wish he hadn’t told people that I went all the way with him.”

“But you did it, right? Just in the butt, but you still did it?”

“Well, yes,” she explained, “but everybody knows that you’re still a virgin until you lose your, you know, your cherry.”

Call me a moron, I had to ask “What’s a cherry?”

“Uh, your hymen or maidenhead. It’s a flap of skin that you have down there until you do it with a boy for the first time. It gets broken then.” That sounded horrible. Up until that moment I had no idea that fucking a virgin was an act of breaking and entering.

All this sexual talk was having a predictable effect on my thirteen year old cock and scrotum. I decided it was time to start things up. (((“Tara, I want you to do for me everything you did for John the other day. You will do this willingly, and you will enjoy every minute of it and want to do it again and again.")))

She looked at me and smiled. “Carl, I’m going to prove to you that John and I didn’t go all the way. You can tell anybody what we do tonight, but I still want to be a virgin, please? I promise you’ll have a good time- I know I will. I really like you, and I really want to, not just to prove John is a liar, but because it’ll be lots of fun. Can we? Please?” Like I said, using Persuasion on this girl was nearly a waste of time. She was really hot for it.

I started undressing, and she smiled and did the same. In less time than it takes to say “cocksucking cum-swallowing slut,” we were both naked.

“The first thing John did was feel me up,” Tara said, and that sounded like a good start to me too. I caressed her high little breasts, squeezing the nipples until they got as hard as erasers. I sucked on them too, and nearly shot my wad doing it. Each firm little breast was exactly a mouthful, and my oral action was getting her very hot. I had a hand in her crotch and a finger in her pussy, and the juices were dripping down to my wrist in a steady flow. I could smell the faint muskyness. Keeping my mouth on her tits, and my one hand on her pussy, I reached around and poked a finger off the other one into her anus. The tight little hole grabbed it like a child suckling on its mother’s breast.

“Oh, that’s good. John never did that. It’s really nice.” Tara moaned. Then she said “The next thing he did was have me give him a blowjob. Can I give you one? I really want to.” I nodded, and Tara knelt before me.

I’m glad one of us knew what a blowjob was, because up until that point, I had no idea. I had only heard it called cocksucking, and even then I thought that’s all it was- sucking on a cock like it was a popsicle. John Reynolds must have taught Tara pretty well, because she was going at it like the “pro” that the proverbial Carol was reputed to be. Of course, I came in about three strokes. Tara was barely able to swallow fast enough to keep her mouth free of hot cum.

(((“Tara, don’t stop. Keep giving me another blowjob until I tell you to stop”))) I Persuaded. She paused and then swallowing the last globs of cum, she started all over again. This time, I learned what a real blowjob was. Tara sucked, licked, stroked, and pumped my cock repeatedly. She took nearly all the full length of my adolescent member in her mouth and then pulled back until only the head remained. Then she went deep again and pulled away once more. Over and over, her head descended and ascended the slippery pole of my lust, causing my loins to burst not once, not twice, but three more times in the next ten minutes. I was in heaven. A wild urge took me, and when I was about to cum yet another time, I pulled away from her and started jacking off. Huge globs of cum hit her right in the face, but she never flinched or looked away. I deposited an enormous load of semen on her face and tits, and when it looked like I was finished, she simply opened her mouth and began her task once more.

(((“Stop for a moment, Tara”))) I broadcast. Her head stopped motionless with my cock halfway down her throat. I pulled out of her and said “Whew! Tara, that was wonderful. How did you learn to do that so well?”

She grinned through her cum-splattered face. “I saw a movie once that my dad put on his projector when they were having a party for my Uncle Billy. It was called -Deep Throat,’ and this woman could suck the entire length of all these guy’s dicks. They didn’t know I saw it because I watched from the top of the stairs. It was amazing, what that woman could do. I’m glad you liked it! I wouldn’t do it for John because he was being kind of a jerk- he wanted to take my virginity even though I didn’t want to let him, so I didn’t do things as well as I thought I was supposed to.”

“Why did you let him do all that stuff to you if you didn’t want him to?” I asked her.

She bent her head down to lick my cock again (whoa! this girl was amazing) and then replied. “Well, I wanted to do the things I saw in the movies, and John was a Senior and all, and all the girls gush about him. You’re much nicer, though.”

“What else did you do?” I asked.

She giggled. “I let him put it in my, in my butt, you know? It hurt a whole lot because he wouldn’t go slow- I think he got off on hurting me with his cock in my asshole! You know what, though? It felt kinda good when you had your finger in there. I think I could do it with you that way if you went slowly and didn’t push too hard or try to make it hurt. Would you like to try?”

I nodded. Talking about doing her in the butt was making my cock erect again, and Tara took her cue from the little guy. Giving my one last deep suck, she stood up. “Wait here.” she said.

She ran out of the room and came back in a few seconds. I thought she had gone to wipe my cum off her face, but it was still there, coating her. She brought in some Vaseline in a jar and smeared it on my erect cock and put a little on her asshole. Then she got on all fours and said “OK, try to put it in, but keep it away from my pussy- I don’t want to end up pregnant, and I’m saving my virginity for marriage.” As strange as the thought of a cocksucking buttfucking virgin with a facefull of cum was, I definitely accepted the terms of entry.

It took a lot of fumbling, missed holes, and a near emergency withdrawal when I almost took her cherry, but we finally got my cock in her butt. Tight doesn’t even begin to describe it. There aren’t enough synonyms for hot to express the burning feeling surrounding my cock. I let just the head rest inside, her powerful sphincter muscle grabbing it tightly. We stayed there for a moment, letting her get accustomed to having a cock in her ass, and then I pushed forward gently. Millimeter by Millimeter, I entered the depths of her bowels. I came twice while pushing forward, again when finally the base of my cock was lodged firmly at the entrance to her anus. Moving was out of the question. She needed even more time to get used to the feeling. It was five minutes before she let me pull out, and another five before she let me push back in. Slowly but surely, we began a mutual pumping action. I don’t know how many times I came in her ass, but I can tell you that there was enough semen in her rectum to make an audible sloshing sound. It greatly aided in lubricating, though. Towards the end, she was an animal. She had reached one hand down to her pussy and she was masturbating it furiously. Her orgasm took us both by surprise, and she screamed hoarsely at the top of her lungs. I could feel the spasmodic clenching of her bowels as her orgasm swept her away, and that brought me to my final monumental ejaculation of the evening. I filled her rectum with one thick spurt of cum after another, and finally fell backwards senseless, my deflating cock lying limply on my thigh.

Looking up, I could see Tara’s asshole spasming like a winking eye, opening and closing. When it opened, I could see deep within her rectum, and when it closed, it forced out great globs of cum which would run down her legs. The whole thing was a mess, but I loved it and so did she.

It took Tara ten whole minutes to come down from her sexual high. Her ragged breath eventually calmed, and she turned to sit on the floor, Indian style which allowed my to see her delicate pussy lips spread apart to reveal the thin Hymen (BTW: Hymen was the Greek Goddess of marriage. Look it up!) It was the first time I had seen a “cherry,” but I knew I was going to see a lot more of them.

Tara and I cleaned up in the shower together, something that I was really starting to enjoy. A few fun soapy minutes later, we were clean and dry and resting in each others’ arms on the bed.

“Carl?” She asked, dreamily.

“Yes, Tara? What?” I breathed.

She rolled over as we gazed into each others’ faces, caressing my cheek with her hand and locked her eyes on mine. “Carl,” she said in a voice that somehow filled the room and made my head throb, “You think you’re a chicken. Show me what a chicken does.”

“Bawk! Bawk! Peck peck peck BaaaawK!” I was instantly duck walking (or in this case, chicken walking) around the floor, hands tucked into my armpits and arms flapping like stubby little wings. My head jerked forward and back like a hen pecking at the air, and I cocked my head at her sideways as if my eyes were on either side of it, like a bird’s. “Bawk, cluck cluck cluck. BaaaawK!”

“Very good, Carl, you can can the chicken act now,” Tara’s voice thundered in my head. She rolled away and stretched out on the bed on her back, fully extending herself, from the tips of her fingers to her pointed little toes. If I hadn’t been so stunned, I would have noticed how her firm breasts were flattened and her already taut stomach showed the outline of hard muscles below the skin. But I was stunned, terribly. Somehow, Tara was using Persuasion on me! I had to get out. I was terribly scared, and something was wrong- dead wrong. I remembered how I had caused Dougie’s death by simply wishing it, and how I had put the poor mental case “to sleep.” Could Tara do that to me?

I gathered my clothes and shoes and started running for the door. “Stay right were you are,” Tara’s voice told me, although no words could be heard anywhere but in my head. I froze. She continued aloud, “Carl, I knew what you were doing all along, but I went along with it. When you used the evil eye on me in gym class, I felt it right away. My family’s Irish, Carl, and all us Celts have a little of the witch in us. It’s in our hair, as my mom always says.” Her thick red hair did look a little spooky, now that she mentioned it.

“Are you mad at me?” I asked, fearfully.

“Well at first, I was scared because I didn’t know what you had in mind, but when I saw you staring at my tits through my leotard in gym class, I figured it out. I went along with things because I thought I could take care of myself if I had to, and besides, being helplessly seduced by a cute stranger was kind of sexy, you know?” She paused. “I’m not really mad, though. We had a good time, and you were much nicer than John was. He was a jerk.”

“But how did you resist it? Nobody’s ever been able to before” I asked her.

“I’ll teach you. It’s not hard. Mostly you have to remember to use the evil eye on yourself to tell yourself not to listen to the other person’s evil eye.”

“I call it my Power of Persuasion, like with capital P’s.” I told her.

She stopped for a second. “Yeah, that’s a good name for it. I always thought -the evil eye’ was kind of superstitious anyway. Carl, do you love Kelly Branford?”

I grew a little uncomfortable at this sudden change of subject. I was pretty sure I was in love with Kelly, and had been since third grade when she was the first girl I saw naked. But Tara was something else. She was beautiful, that’s for sure. Probably the prettiest girl in the whole school, even including the older girls who were really getting big breasts. Did I love Kelly? Would it be fair to Tara if I lied and said I didn’t? I wasn’t really a bad kid- I decided to be truthful was probably best, given the situation.

“I don’t know, Tara. Sometimes I think so, but I’m just a kid- how can I tell the difference between love and being horny? Up until today, I’d have said yes, and I’d probably have said that she was the prettiest girl in the school too, but after this afternoon I’d have to say she comes in a very close second.”

She smiled at me and said, “That’s nice. I’m jealous of her, you know? You’re the only human being that I’ve ever met who has the evil eye- I mean the Power of Persuasion- besides myself and my Aunt Sharon, and she doesn’t have it nearly as strong as you do, or even as strong as me. But you do so love Kelly Branford, even if you don’t admit it.”

“Give me a chance to change my mind,” I suggested, placing a hand on her bare breast.

This made her ticklish, and of course being tickled makes one want to retaliate. The exchange of words turned into an all-out ticklefest, and then a wrestling match, and then a deep kiss, and then, well, we were just two kids learning how to buttfuck. I almost put my dick in her pussy. Actually, she was holding it at the time, guiding it towards her rectum and then started moving it a little higher. My cockhead met her pussy lips as she moaned “Carl, take me, please...” I quickly pulled back, frightened.