Copyright © 2002, BigDawg. ALL Rights Reserved This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another website without the written permission of the author. The author may be contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com, or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com. Original posting date: Saturday PM, Aug 24, 2002 A wildPage story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: bobbyan1.txt http://www.mrdouble.com Story_codes: Boy and Girl Story_intro: I was 13 and Kerry was 10. We played together growing up. I had seen Kerry naked before, but it never felt like this. Kerry and Bobby Written by BigDawg I was 13 and Kerry was 10. We played together growing up. I had seen Kerry naked before, but it never felt like this. Part of my sexual attraction to Kerry was just that I was growing up, and I was having to masturbate daily. My constant case of the hornies was driving me crazy. Part of it was that Kerry was curious, and it didn't hurt at all that she felt that she genuinely loved me. We had been like big brother and little sister for so long, but this day in the woods would be different. Kerry and I had built a fort of tree limbs and straw in the strip of woods between our street and the beach. Life on the island was quiet in the fall of the year, with all of the tourists gone, and no one saw us walk into the woods on our way home from school. I had planned what I thought would be perfect, stopping at "Bob's Grocery" on the way home from school. I bought a Coke for both myself and Kerry, and I knew that by the end of the 15-minute walk home, that she would have to pee. I hoped to at least see her squat and pull her undies down and pee. Little did I know how perfect the ensuing events of the afternoon would be. As we approached the road where we each lived, only two houses apart from each other, I said, "Hey, let's go to the fort and play and talk and all, OK?" Kerry said sure, and my heart leapt into my throat, as I knew that we would be naked in the woods, with any luck at all, within a few minutes. We reached the woods, and we walked the narrow trail to our little fort of logs and limbs. We had spent all summer building it. The floor of the roughly ten-foot by ten-foot fort was made of pine straw, several layers deep. We set down our books, and Kerry asked if I wanted to climb the big tree. The old oak was our favorite, and we slowly worked our way up into its branches. I stood one branch higher than Kerry, which gave me the opportunity to look down her blouse. Naturally, she wore no bra yet, but it seemed as if her nipples were slightly erect on her perfectly flat chest. I immediately felt myself getting a hard-on, looking down at her. We talked for a while, about nothing really, I don't think that Kerry sensed my nervousness. We played pirate for a while, pretending to hold spyglasses, and we looked over the shorter trees past the beach and out to sea, searching for imaginary ships. We soon grew tired of our little games in the tree and we climbed down, and what happened next was unplanned and perfect. Kerry talked about how much she liked it during the summer, when I had buried her in the sand on the beach. She asked if I would bury her again, now. I suggested that the damp sand would ruin her school clothes, but that we could pretend to bury each other in the pine straw. We each began to pick up piles of the loose dry straw, preparing for our mock burials. I then hit upon the right tact - - "You know, Kerry, the loose straw is dry and all, but there is still pine tar and pitch on it that will ruin our cloths. Our parents will get angry if we soil our clothes. I'm going to take my shirt and pants off". I took off everything but my briefs. My ploy worked. Kerry giggled, and said, "OK, Bobby, me too". She slipped right out of her skirt and blouse, leaving on only her pink panties. We took turns burying each other in the straw, and occasionally shared little innocent hugs and kisses. Spontaneously, I grabbed Kerry around the most ticklish part of her waist, and I began to tickle her good. Kerry squirmed, and squealed with laughter, and then she suddenly stiffened. The Cola had filled her bladder, and the rest just happened. Kerry began to cry a little, as she realized that she had pee'd in her panties. Seizing the moment, I told Kerry to take off her panties, that I would wash them with the water in my lunch thermos, and then hang them on a tree limb to dry. She still whimpered from her accident, and resisted the idea. "No, Bobby, I'm too old to be naked in front of you." I thought for just and instant, and said, "Well, how about if I'm naked, also?" Without waiting for her answer, I stood up, and slowly pulled my briefs down, and cast them aside. Kerry gasped. She had not seen me naked in over a year. My semi-erect penis, and my small patch of pubic hair was a surprise to her, and her eyes seemed to remain fixed on my growing member. My body had changed a lot in the last year. "Now your turn", I said. She stood and faced me. The wetness of her pee made her panties stick to her, and I could see her perfect little pussy crack outlined in her undies. She was still too shy, and she just stood there, making little whimpering sounds. So, I made the critical move, one that I will never forget. I simply knelt in front of Kerry, and I reached out, and I took ahold of the elastic waistband of the top of her panties, and I pulled them down to her ankles. Kerry stepped out of her panties, and that was that. The die was cast. I had a full raging hard-on, and I had to proceed. "Kerry, I'll wash you first, and then I'll wash your undies". I opened my lunch box, took out my thermos, and poured out a handful of water. I playfully splashed it on Kerry's tummy. She didn't resist, as I wiped her privates down with my hand, gently touching her protruding folds. I never got around to washing the panties. I was about to explode, and Kerry made that easy. "Bobby, your thing is so big, you've grown up. Can you squirt out white stuff like my big sister's boyfriend?" This was too good to be true. Too perfect. I said "Yes, but you've got to help me." I pulled Kerry to her knees, so that we both were kneeling facing each other. I place her hand on my swollen dick, and I showed her how to stroke it. She grasped it hard, and pumped awkwardly away with a two-handed grip. "Ungh !!, Ungh!!, Ungh!!, Oh Kerry, that is so good, don't stop!!" Ten seconds later, I could feel my cum swelling inside me, and I was about to blow. I shot my load all over her, I squirted farther than I ever had. When I was done, there were little drops of my semen on Kerry's hands, arms, and on her tummy and legs. I reached out and rubbed some of it into her pussy crack, saying, "This is where is it supposed to be." Kerry flinched and giggled as I rubbed her there, my wetness mixing with her own. She pulled away from me, and laid down on her tummy on our pile of school clothes that lay on the straw. Kerry's perfect little bottom was vividly exposed to me. I was still erect, and I knew that I could almost instantly cum again and again. I had been jacking off at least once every day for three months now, and this vision before me exceeded every mental fantasy and image that fueled my masturbation sessions. I moved towards her, straddled her, and placed my still dripping cock in the crease of her butt-crack. I knew it would hurt her if I penetrated either her anus or her vagina, so I just rubbed off, first in an outside position in just the crease of her butt crack, and then I pointed my cock more downward. I almost instantly came again, this time rubbing off in the perfect triple junction of her thighs, buttocks, and vulva. I soaked her little pussy lips with my semen. As I pulled away, I played the tip of my cock against the opening of her anus, imaging what it would be like to ass-fuck my little girlfriend. It would be another year, before I finally penetrated her, but we masturbated together in the woods almost daily after that first session. A few summers later, Kerry and her family moved away. I will never forget my little friend, my first love, my Kerry. A True Story, respectfully submitted by "Big Dawg", go_dawgs_69@yahoo.com *---(:> Double for Nothing!! Tricks for Free!!! <:)---* www.mrdouble.com *---(:> Mr Double <:)---* This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.