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Episode 4 – The Bowling Ball
Mum and dad are away for a few days leaving me (12) at home with my older sibling and her best friend Jenny (both 15) - continuing my story of youth, loss of innocence and sexual awakening.
From Episode 3 … I felt Jenny’s hand enclose my throbbing shaft. She kissed me softly on the lips then began moving down my body caressing my neck and chest, briefly pausing to kiss and lick my nipples …
Continued … I felt her tongue poking my belly button before continuing her travels towards her intended destination. Throughout her journey down my body Jenny had been gently drawing my foreskin back and forward over my distended glans, just as she had done the previous morning. She was now holding my shaft between her thumb and index finger and cupping my little cherries with her other digits. Startled, I tensed and took a sharp intake of air as her tongue contacted the sensitive tip of my penis.
‘Mmmm … that’s nice Bill, I can taste your pre-cum’
‘What’s that Jenny’?
‘It’s when boys get excited Bill …sticky stuff dribbles out of their pee pee hole’
‘You mean the white stuff Jenny’?
‘No Bill that’s different, that’s what spurts out when you cum’
Jenny’s tongue was now circling and licking my swollen head and waves of pleasure were rippling through me. Then it happened … gripping me at the base of my phallus her mouth sank down, completely engulfing my glans and most of my shaft, then slowly rose up before plunging down on me again. The feeling was indescribable. On repeating the sequence a couple more times it was all too much … ooh Jenny … Jenny! … JENNY!! I’m going to … I grunted, came and almost passed out such was the intensity of my orgasm.
‘Jenny that was absolutely amazing … I’m sorry I didn’t realise I was going to …’
‘Shh … it’s okay Bill … I knew you were about to cum because your cock swelled up’
(I’d heard older boys use the cock word but not Jenny or s*s)
‘You spurted some stuff Bill’
‘Sorry Jenny’
‘No, don’t be sorry Bill it tasted yummy’
I went slightly soft but as Jenny continued stroking and licking me I was soon at full mast again. Jenny was kneeling beside me her bum in the air and left thigh pressed against my right side. I reached for her and in the darkness my hand landed on her lower back. I ran my palm down over her pert peachy cheeks which were warm and soft, yet firm at the same time. When I reached the magical valley of her bum and thighs I pressed a finger to her pubis …
‘Jenny … you’ve got no hairs on your cunny!! What’s happened’?
‘I shaved them off in the bath using one of your dad’s razors’
‘Why? …
‘Last week when mum was undressing I saw she had done that and wondered what it would feel like. Do you like it Bill’?
‘I guess’. I ran my finger over her puffed up vulva. ‘It feels really different … smooth not fluffy … I like it Jenny’’
Jenny continued working on me with her tongue and mouth. I pressed again with my finger, she was soaking wet from her earlier gushing and my finger slipped readily inside her.
‘Mmmm … that’s nice Bill … put all your fingers in like you did yesterday’
I pushed again and all my fingers slid past her outer flaps with ease, and on past my knuckles. In this position my thumb was automatically adjacent to her other place. Her juices must have trickled down as it too was wet. I pressed gently and Jenny softly moaned. Encouraged I pressed again and the tip of my thumb punctured her puckered orifice as far as my thumbnail. ‘Push it right in Bill’ Jenny pleaded. I did and she let out a gasp. My fingers were now embedded as far as they would go and my thumb was in up to the hilt (imagine holding a bowling ball). Jenny moaned in appreciation.
Jenny had pulled my foreskin down as far as it would travel, holding it there by grasping the base of my cock (I was liking that word a lot now). She took it deep in her mouth till her lips met her fingers. She wasn’t bobbing her head like before; she made no vertical movement but was rubbing and lapping her tongue against my glans and exposed inner flesh of my shaft. The feeling was overwhelming; I thought I had been transported to Nirvana. (Not that Nirvana, RIP Kurt, I still miss you. My favourite track? What else? ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ of course!)
Jenny momentarily released me from her mouth. ‘That’s it Bill … keep your hand there and wiggle your fingers as hard as you can’
Jenny’s mouth clamped again on my cock and her tongue immediately got back to work on me. I could feel my sap rising again as her tongue danced on my shaft. I could hear Jenny’s muffled sighs as I wriggled my fingers and thumb in both openings for all I was worth. ‘Jenny! … I’m cumming’ … Her response was to quicken the tempo of her tongue against my throbbing staff. Nothing can accurately describe the sensation. I felt my orgasm start from deep within me and then surge up the full length of my cock. Groaning and moaning we came simultaneously in a shattering climax.
‘Oh fuck! … gosh Bill that was the best ever’
I couldn’t speak. My heart was beating out of my chest and my mind was spinning. Gradually we both regained our composure. Jenny cuddled up by my side, took me in her arms and hugged me. I wrapped her in my arms and held her as tightly as I could. Nothing was said for a minute or two. The only sound was that of our breathing.
‘Jenny’?
‘Yes Bill’
‘Tomorrow morning if s*s has a bath again can we try putting my cock in’?
‘You mean fuck me Bill’?
‘Yes’
‘Sorry Bill I’d love to but we can’t. We had lessons at school last year and now you’re making stuff I could get pregnant’
‘Really? … wow I didn’t know that. Does that mean I’m a man now’?
‘No Bill that will take a few years and anyway I have to go home early tomorrow as mum is taking me and my cousins to the seaside. The other thing is Bill that I think s*s is beginning to wonder’
‘Crikey do you think she knows’?
‘No I don’t think so but it’s just some things she said to me makes me think she’s a bit suspicious’.
‘Will we be able to play again Jenny’?
‘Maybe Bill, I hope so, it depends if we get the chance. I’d better get back in case s*s wakes up. Thanks Bill that was wonderful’
‘Thanks Jenny that’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me’
‘Me too Bill’
‘Will you rub yourself in bed like last time’?
‘Oh no Bill’ she said, combining a sigh and a muffled laugh. ‘I won’t need to tonight that was really intense’
She kissed me softly on the lips, clambered down the tent, through the flap and was gone.
Early the next morning straight after breakfast, s*s and I waved goodbye to Jenny. Despite my exertions over the last two days I was aching for her again. As she cycled away I had a feeling of emptiness as if in a vacuum. Over the following days and weeks at night in bed, I would close my eyes and imagine feeling Jenny’s silky skin, the smell of her body still lingering on my nostrils, the feel of her soft lips on my lips and her tongue touching my tongue. Masturbation eased the longing to a degree but it was no substitute for the real thing … no change then 50 years later! Had I fallen in love with Jenny? Reflecting back now I may have done but I think it was more a case of having fallen in lust.
Footnote: When I went to bed that night I did as I always did; I lay on my side with one hand under the pillow. In the darkness I felt something soft … it was a pair of Jenny’s panties.
To be continued …
Mum and dad are away for a few days leaving me (12) at home with my older sibling and her best friend Jenny (both 15) - continuing my story of youth, loss of innocence and sexual awakening.
From Episode 3 … I felt Jenny’s hand enclose my throbbing shaft. She kissed me softly on the lips then began moving down my body caressing my neck and chest, briefly pausing to kiss and lick my nipples …
Continued … I felt her tongue poking my belly button before continuing her travels towards her intended destination. Throughout her journey down my body Jenny had been gently drawing my foreskin back and forward over my distended glans, just as she had done the previous morning. She was now holding my shaft between her thumb and index finger and cupping my little cherries with her other digits. Startled, I tensed and took a sharp intake of air as her tongue contacted the sensitive tip of my penis.
‘Mmmm … that’s nice Bill, I can taste your pre-cum’
‘What’s that Jenny’?
‘It’s when boys get excited Bill …sticky stuff dribbles out of their pee pee hole’
‘You mean the white stuff Jenny’?
‘No Bill that’s different, that’s what spurts out when you cum’
Jenny’s tongue was now circling and licking my swollen head and waves of pleasure were rippling through me. Then it happened … gripping me at the base of my phallus her mouth sank down, completely engulfing my glans and most of my shaft, then slowly rose up before plunging down on me again. The feeling was indescribable. On repeating the sequence a couple more times it was all too much … ooh Jenny … Jenny! … JENNY!! I’m going to … I grunted, came and almost passed out such was the intensity of my orgasm.
‘Jenny that was absolutely amazing … I’m sorry I didn’t realise I was going to …’
‘Shh … it’s okay Bill … I knew you were about to cum because your cock swelled up’
(I’d heard older boys use the cock word but not Jenny or s*s)
‘You spurted some stuff Bill’
‘Sorry Jenny’
‘No, don’t be sorry Bill it tasted yummy’
I went slightly soft but as Jenny continued stroking and licking me I was soon at full mast again. Jenny was kneeling beside me her bum in the air and left thigh pressed against my right side. I reached for her and in the darkness my hand landed on her lower back. I ran my palm down over her pert peachy cheeks which were warm and soft, yet firm at the same time. When I reached the magical valley of her bum and thighs I pressed a finger to her pubis …
‘Jenny … you’ve got no hairs on your cunny!! What’s happened’?
‘I shaved them off in the bath using one of your dad’s razors’
‘Why? …
‘Last week when mum was undressing I saw she had done that and wondered what it would feel like. Do you like it Bill’?
‘I guess’. I ran my finger over her puffed up vulva. ‘It feels really different … smooth not fluffy … I like it Jenny’’
Jenny continued working on me with her tongue and mouth. I pressed again with my finger, she was soaking wet from her earlier gushing and my finger slipped readily inside her.
‘Mmmm … that’s nice Bill … put all your fingers in like you did yesterday’
I pushed again and all my fingers slid past her outer flaps with ease, and on past my knuckles. In this position my thumb was automatically adjacent to her other place. Her juices must have trickled down as it too was wet. I pressed gently and Jenny softly moaned. Encouraged I pressed again and the tip of my thumb punctured her puckered orifice as far as my thumbnail. ‘Push it right in Bill’ Jenny pleaded. I did and she let out a gasp. My fingers were now embedded as far as they would go and my thumb was in up to the hilt (imagine holding a bowling ball). Jenny moaned in appreciation.
Jenny had pulled my foreskin down as far as it would travel, holding it there by grasping the base of my cock (I was liking that word a lot now). She took it deep in her mouth till her lips met her fingers. She wasn’t bobbing her head like before; she made no vertical movement but was rubbing and lapping her tongue against my glans and exposed inner flesh of my shaft. The feeling was overwhelming; I thought I had been transported to Nirvana. (Not that Nirvana, RIP Kurt, I still miss you. My favourite track? What else? ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ of course!)
Jenny momentarily released me from her mouth. ‘That’s it Bill … keep your hand there and wiggle your fingers as hard as you can’
Jenny’s mouth clamped again on my cock and her tongue immediately got back to work on me. I could feel my sap rising again as her tongue danced on my shaft. I could hear Jenny’s muffled sighs as I wriggled my fingers and thumb in both openings for all I was worth. ‘Jenny! … I’m cumming’ … Her response was to quicken the tempo of her tongue against my throbbing staff. Nothing can accurately describe the sensation. I felt my orgasm start from deep within me and then surge up the full length of my cock. Groaning and moaning we came simultaneously in a shattering climax.
‘Oh fuck! … gosh Bill that was the best ever’
I couldn’t speak. My heart was beating out of my chest and my mind was spinning. Gradually we both regained our composure. Jenny cuddled up by my side, took me in her arms and hugged me. I wrapped her in my arms and held her as tightly as I could. Nothing was said for a minute or two. The only sound was that of our breathing.
‘Jenny’?
‘Yes Bill’
‘Tomorrow morning if s*s has a bath again can we try putting my cock in’?
‘You mean fuck me Bill’?
‘Yes’
‘Sorry Bill I’d love to but we can’t. We had lessons at school last year and now you’re making stuff I could get pregnant’
‘Really? … wow I didn’t know that. Does that mean I’m a man now’?
‘No Bill that will take a few years and anyway I have to go home early tomorrow as mum is taking me and my cousins to the seaside. The other thing is Bill that I think s*s is beginning to wonder’
‘Crikey do you think she knows’?
‘No I don’t think so but it’s just some things she said to me makes me think she’s a bit suspicious’.
‘Will we be able to play again Jenny’?
‘Maybe Bill, I hope so, it depends if we get the chance. I’d better get back in case s*s wakes up. Thanks Bill that was wonderful’
‘Thanks Jenny that’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me’
‘Me too Bill’
‘Will you rub yourself in bed like last time’?
‘Oh no Bill’ she said, combining a sigh and a muffled laugh. ‘I won’t need to tonight that was really intense’
She kissed me softly on the lips, clambered down the tent, through the flap and was gone.
Early the next morning straight after breakfast, s*s and I waved goodbye to Jenny. Despite my exertions over the last two days I was aching for her again. As she cycled away I had a feeling of emptiness as if in a vacuum. Over the following days and weeks at night in bed, I would close my eyes and imagine feeling Jenny’s silky skin, the smell of her body still lingering on my nostrils, the feel of her soft lips on my lips and her tongue touching my tongue. Masturbation eased the longing to a degree but it was no substitute for the real thing … no change then 50 years later! Had I fallen in love with Jenny? Reflecting back now I may have done but I think it was more a case of having fallen in lust.
Footnote: When I went to bed that night I did as I always did; I lay on my side with one hand under the pillow. In the darkness I felt something soft … it was a pair of Jenny’s panties.
To be continued …
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