Chapter 3

My parents had made plans for a long anniversary weekend out of town and asked Rick’s parents if I could stay over for a couple of nights. I felt plenty old enough to be on my own, but I thought it would be pretty cool to be able to hang around my older friend and role model, Rick, for a few days.

During dinner that Friday night and while watching a movie, Rick’s sister, Ronnie, and I acted as though we hardly knew each other, our passing polite remarks never hinting at our toes touching under the table. Then the parents went to bed, leaving the kids to watch their personal screens into the late night hours. Ronnie went off to clean up, and when she returned all she was wearing was a light top and pair of panties. It was certainly warm enough for that, but Rick noticed and rather than openly referring to her skimpy attire, just told her to get lost.

“Ronnie. Isn’t it time you went to bed?”

“Just getting something to drink. I’m going already. Jeez.”

I grunted, pretending disinterest, but when I looked up from the device I was playing a game on, Ronnie caught my eye and smiled. Then she turned to go, but with a look over her shoulder and another smile, she wiggled her panty-covered ass in my direction before finally leaving the room.

I could go on for pages and pages describing what was going through my mind in those few seconds. Mostly my mind went blank, white noise filling my head, but I can still vividly remember what Ronnie looked like. She was wearing a simple high-cut tank top, showing off her thin waist, navel and tummy. Just above were two very prominent points. Ronnie’s breasts weren’t much, but her nipples were clearly pushing out through the thin fabric of her top. Just as those weeks before her nipples called to me and my mind was filled with the memory of their firmness. Just as alluring was the smiling face of the girl, her cute nose and laughing eyes, all framed by her beautiful long brown hair falling down to the middle of her back. She knew I had touched her forbidden fruit and now wanted a taste of her delicious self, and there she stood, laughing at me. The girl both mocked and called to me as she walked away.

Yet even with all of that detail pulling me in, I was most struck by her shapely thighs and that portion of female mystery between her legs. Her panties were a plain white, lightly covering the puffy front area of her crotch, but as she turned, I could see that a good portion of her panties had been pulled into her ass crack. Her poorly-covered butt cheeks hardly wiggled as she shook herself at me but underneath I could make out the two thick lips of her labia and a few stray hairs that protruded from the edges of her panties. Memories of me exploring my aunt’s thick wet lips filled my head. More than anything I wanted to reach out and pull Ronnie in and cover every inch of her body with kisses. Instead, I pretended to focus on my game as the girl disappeared down the hall to her room.

Rick and I finally went to bed, me sleeping next to him on the floor, using my sleeping bag as a mattress and pulling a light blanket over my top. I slept but woke early, Rick’s clock showing it to be only just past one. My mind was in total chaos, visions of Ronnie filling my head, and interspersed with the picture of her barely panty-clad crotch was my memory of Heather’s camel toe of more than a year before. Such a tender and inviting pussy, and me too nice or naïve to at least make an initial move. My love for Ronnie, overflowing with lust for what she had just filled my eyes with, led me to taking a crucial step down a long road to hell.

As though in a trance, I quietly rose and pretended to use the restroom before slowly making my way to Ronnie’s room. Would I have done this if I hadn’t experienced a similar set of actions less than a year before with my aunt? I’d found joy within my aunt’s bed that late night and so I was hoping for the same, following a path of action I was clueless about the repercussions of and yet sure would bring me immediate release from my demons.

Closing the door behind me, I could just make out her figure stretched out on the bed, only a single sheet covering the bottom half of her form. Fully aware of the monumental decisions I was making, I walked over to her bed, dropped my boxers, and slipped under her sheet. As I scooted my naked self into her prone form, Ronnie quickly came awake and turned to look at me. Raising herself up on an elbow, her eyes narrowed, full of distrust.

“Louis? What’s wrong? Why are you here?”

I threw myself fully over the cliff, figuring that I was either about to enter heaven or be condemned to hell, so I went all the way. I leaned into her, giving Ronnie a light tonguing kiss to her lips, one hand reaching out to touch her hips.

That was our first kiss. My heart was racing and I could hardly get any words out, but pulling back from her surprised face, I was happy that Ronnie didn’t scream for her parents or kick me out of her bed.

“I just thought it would be nice to have a little private time. Just a few minutes alone. Do you mind?”

Ronnie looked past me toward the closed door before replying. “I guess, but we have to be really quiet.”

That was all the encouragement I needed. I leaned in for another kiss, pushing her head back and down into her pillow as I gave another light but long tonguing kiss to her lips. To my great surprise, she opened her lips and touched my own tongue with her own. The soft light kiss turned into a long session of deep tonguing and lip sucking, the likes of which I’d never experienced before. As the passion rose, my body moved in, one knee pushing between Ronnie’s legs, one hand coming behind her head while the other hand intuitively reached under her top to cover and massage one of her breasts.

That one long kiss left us both breathless. I like to think that if she’d insisted, I would have backed off and returned to Rick’s room. Instead, as I looked through the darkness into her face, she said nothing but reached down to touch the thigh and knee I had pushed up tight into her groin. With her touch I kissed her again, and as her hand moved up to touch where my throbbing member was pressed into her thigh, I groaned and sucked her entire mouth into mine.

Ronnie tried to pull away, moving her mouth away from mine and pulling her hand back from where she had touched my shaft. Selfish desire took me over and I pulled her hand back to my crotch, forcing her fingers to hold me as I humped her hand. In the dim light, I could see that Ronnie’s eyes were big and wide. I leaned in for another kiss, my hand still holding her hand tight around my dick.

She gave me a quick kiss back, but then said as more a statement than a question, “That’s your dick, isn’t it?”

I tried to bypass her question by saying, “It feels good. You feel so good to me Ronnie.”

I released my hold on her hand, and to my joy she didn’t let go or call out for her parents. Another kiss, a longer one, and when I came up for air, Ronnie’s hand maintained her grasp, even as I pulled the fatter head of my cock into her grasp. I began a slow back and forth movement on Ronnie’s stomach, and rather than pulling her hand back, her fingers continued to hold my cock in a light grasp.

“That’s so good, Ronnie,” I repeated. “Your fingers are so soft, so perfect for this.”

Ronnie seemed to be gasping for air, but she took a moment to swallow and whisper, “It’s really wet and sticky.” Ronnie said it, but not like it was a problem. It was like she was just pointing out the obvious, and to my great surprise, she began expertly pumping her hand up and down my shaft, putting my thick flow of pre-cum to good use.

I smiled, happy that she wasn’t screaming in horror at the thought of me cuming on her.

“Yeah. I’m just really excited. It feels really good to have you hold me.” After another short pause, I gave her another kiss and asked, “Have you seen one before? You know, a guy’s dick. Have you done this with another boy? You’re holding me just right.”

There was a pause, like she was seriously thinking about what I had just asked. Then Ronnie rolled her head back and forth on the pillow. “No. But I saw Rick’s girlfriend use her hand on him one time. They didn’t know, but I saw them on the couch. She was using her hands, you know, at first. Then she kissed it, you know, with her mouth.”

That really filled my head with a lot of evil thoughts, and I of course allowed them to take me over. “Could you do the same with me? Would you mind?”

I moved my hand down to help Ronnie jack me off. That’s all I was really hoping for, but Ronnie surprised me when she said, “Okay. I guess so.” That’s when she scooted down, keeping her hold of my leaking shaft but moving her head and body down my naked form. My most deviant of fantasies came to life as she brought the hood of my dick to her lips and sucked me in.

My hands went to Ronnie’s head and held her there, bathed in a warmth that came from her mouth as she began licking and sucking the fluids that were still oozing from the tip of my cock. The feeling was wonderful, the experience a dream come true, and for the next few minutes I was in heaven.

Ronnie did wonderful things, her mouth making love to my cock, and all I could do is moan and hope that the pleasure never stopped. She finally raised her head, withdrawing her mouth from my cock and clearing her throat before saying, “It’s not too bad. Rick’s girlfriend didn’t like the taste, but its okay.”

If I’d just allowed Ronnie to go back to her duties, to finish me off and have me cum in her cute little mouth, I would have returned to Rick’s room a happy young man. Instead, I pushed the boundaries and tried to go to the next level, as though I wasn’t doing anything more than playing an X-rated video game.

As she lowered her head to take another lick and suck, my hands reached down to the bottom edge of her shirt and pulled up, my hands moving to feel and play with her tits. Only a handful of firm flesh each, but with hard nipples I enjoyed running my fingers over. After a few seconds, I brought one knee up, hooking the toes of one foot over the top of Ronnie’s panties and pushed down. She gave a sound of protest and tried to stop me, moving a hand to grab her receding underwear. Her attempt was too slow, and as she tried to say something, I moved a hand to grab her bare ass and used the other to push her mouth back over my excited cock. At the same time, I bucked up with my hips, pushing in deep and hoping Ronnie would continue with her unexpectedly wonderful mouth job.

That was too much for Ronnie. As the fat leading portion of my pole pushed deeper into her throat, her gag reflex kicked in and she began to choke. She jerked her head back, and with a feeling of guilt and shame I allowed her to pull her head away. Ronnie coughed a few more times, and I pulled her up, bringing her head even with mine. I whispered a quiet, “Sorry” and gave her another kiss.

She didn’t say anything, just trying to catch her breath, perhaps forgetting that I’d succeeded in removing her panties, our two naked bodies resting next to each other. My fingers felt the smooth rounded skin of her ass, then further down and around and between her legs. It was glorious and even better than I had imagined. My fingers came into contact with her soft pubic hair, then deeper into a warm wet valley of feminine flesh. My fingers pushed into a girl’s pussy, enjoying the slick wet depths that immediately filled my head with memories of doing the same with my aunt.

I knew from many hours of watching porn and reading instructions on what a man was supposed to do that I needed to excite Ronnie by fingering her clitoris. My aunt had given me some idea as to what a girl’s pussy was like and where a clitoris could be found. In the darkness I followed the most basic of movements, pushing my fingers through Ronnie’s wet slit, back to front and in small circular motions. Ronnie started at my illicit entry into her private realm, but as she tried to pull away I forced her to stay still while redoubling my efforts at digital stimulation between her legs.

Ronnie didn’t exactly moan with pleasure and melt into my arms. She struggled for a moment, but as I held her tight and continued my foray in search of her clit, she began breathing deeply while resting her head on the pillow next to mine. I kept trying to give her soft loving kisses, whispering out how special she was to me. After a minute, I felt her body shudder and she let out a moan into my shoulder. One of her hands tried to push my hand away while at the same time moving her hips down, as though trying to distance my hand from the increasingly wet folds of flesh it was buried within.

For a second I was disappointed, wondering what I had done wrong, but then I felt the tip of my cock push into the fleshy cleft between her legs. There was a slight pause before my shaft moved back, pushing through her well lubricated slit a few times. She gasped, both of us realizing that the trunk of my cock was nestled in the warm wet embrace of her vulva. She moved back up, her hips rising, and at that moment one of my hands moved from her ass to my very frustrated cock. I pushed down on her body while pushing the hood of my cock back into the warm and wet lips of Ronnie’s pussy. With a jerk up of my hips I entered heaven.

There was resistance, as though no opening really existed, the mythical vagina being only a false tale spread to force men into marriage. My aunt, bless the goddess, had shown me the truth, and so I felt it only right that I force myself upon Ronnie and be blessed by what only she could give me. It took only a little wrestling before Ronnie’s gateway opened, the leading hood of my manhood entering a tight and warm embrace within her loins.

Ronnie gave out a short shriek of recognition, then grunted low saying, “Oh my god,” while trying to move away.

In my selfishness, I rolled over onto her, covering her little body with mine, one knee shoving her leg wide while thrusting hard and in with my hips.

The feeling was overwhelming, the physical reluctance giving way to a hot and wet and slick tunnel of flesh as I fully entered the girl’s pussy. My cock was bathed in a wet warmth, tightly embraced by soft tender feminine flesh, and I knew I’d never be able to go back to my daily ritual in front of the bathroom sink. My all too limited time with my aunt flashed through my head and I intuitively pulled back and pushed deeper inside of Ronnie.

It was wonderful. At least for me. Ronnie grunted again and began pushing away at me with her hands, then grabbing my shoulders and saying, “Not too fast, Louis. Go slow.” but I wasn’t listening.

She was able to move her head and chest to the side, trying hard to turn her body away, but with no success. The sweet little girl was impaled on me and there was no getting away. I locked her legs into mine and slipped one hand under her ass before beginning a series of thrusting movements with my hips.

It was heaven and I couldn’t have stopped if she’d pointed a gun at my head. As I moved deeper into the hot loving enclosure that was Ronnie’s pussy, she gave another shudder, giving out a long groan as I levered her hole a little wider and humped a little harder and a little deeper. I finally had the sense to slow if not stop and gave a thought to the girl who lying on top of and was now physically joined to me.

“Ronnie. You feel wonderful to me. I love you so much. Are you okay?”

I was nice enough to pause in my selfish search for the ultimate joy, waiting to hear Ronnie’s answer. It wasn’t quite what I had hoped for.

Between gasps for air, she said, “You’re inside me. Why did you do that?”

“Doesn’t it feel good? You’re so wet, like you really needed this as much as I did. I hoped you would like it as much as me.”

“Yeah. It’s okay, but kind of uncomfortable. You’re deeper than I like. Maybe you should stop.”

Ronnie moved her hips a little, trying to pull away from the hard length of flesh I had pushed into her incredibly tight hole. As she pulled back on her hips, she raised her knees, her feet probably trying to gain some purchase and push me off. Just by instinct I took full advantage, moving my hips deeper inside of Ronnie’s open thighs, my cock pumping yet another two dozen times into her hot wet folds, my hips slapping hard against the girl’s soft white thighs.

She whispered to me, “A little slower, and not too deep,” but too late.

It was just then I reached the edge. I was so close to achieving a climax, and between my impulsive humping of the girl’s lush hole and Ronnie’s moving her legs back and forth, I was quickly brought to the boiling point. Holding her tight to me, I pumped my hips even harder into her, trying desperately to fill the girl with the entire length of my cock while making sure she couldn’t escape from what I knew had to be done.

My balls convulsed, and like a volcano I could feel the explosive liquid release, my cum gushing deep inside of Ronnie. For the next minute, I fought Ronnie, trying to hold her still while pulling up on her ass and grinding in, pushing deeper inside of her. As the last spasm of liquid lust pulsed out of me, I smiled at the feeling of my ball sac pushing hard into Ronnie’s hairy twat. Without a thought for her, I held her even more tightly, grinding my hips into her and losing myself in the greatest pleasure of my life.

Then my mind cleared and I had to consider what I had done with a girl I really did care about. Ronnie was still in my grasp, her head covered by my chest, both of us gasping for breath, the sheets soaked with our perspiration. With another minute’s rest, I pulled back a little from my place inside of the girl’s incredibly tight hole. I wanted to continue the fuck, but I could feel my dick shrinking and Ronnie pushed at me with her hands.

Pulling my cock back just a bit more, she let out a low moan and said, “Yeah. That’s better. Can you pull out? You shouldn’t have pushed in so hard. That kind of hurt.”

“Oh, sorry. I was hoping you’d like it.” Lies and damned lies, but what else could I say?

“Pull out. You shouldn’t have done that. Pull out. Please pull out.”

“Are you sure? You feel wonderful to me. You’re so wet, and so hot. Seriously Ronnie. You’re really warm inside. I wish you could feel what I’m feeling.” I was just putting off the inevitable. I could still feel myself inside of Ronnie, the last of my essence dribbling out, and the feelings were wonderful and indescribable. I felt complete and knew I would need to do the same every night for the rest of my life.

“Pull out. If you pull out, I’ll kiss it again. I promise. I won’t choke this time.”

That made me feel really guilty. Ronnie had no idea I’d just unloaded a full year’s worth of cum within her loins, and now she was trying to bribe me by promising to suck me off if I’d just pull out of her. I didn’t know what to say, but since I’d already gotten mine, I didn’t mind doing as she requested.

I slowly withdrew, and as the hood of my cock levered wide her vaginal entrance before it snapped shut, Ronnie gave out a loud sigh. As I moved off of her and to the side, she somehow found the strength to push herself down, bringing her knees around to crouch by my side on the bed. With one hand she pulled her hair to one side, the other hand holding my sticky wet shaft, still mostly firm even after those few minutes of travel and release inside of Ronnie’s most precious garden of feminine delights. Then she lowered her head and took the cum-covered hood of my cock into her mouth and started licking and sucking me clean.

I thought I was in heaven but Ronnie brought me back to reality when she raised her head, cleared her throat, and with no doubt in her voice said, “You put cum in me, didn’t you? You just had sex with me and came in me. I can taste it.”

Idiot me didn’t connect all her words, and instead of accusing her of being a slut of a girl who obviously knew the taste of a guy’s cum, I blanched and admitted the deed.

“I couldn’t help it. You’ve got such a hot and tight pussy. It just kind of sucked on me and made me cum. Sorry.”

“You shouldn’t have just pushed your thing inside of me, but I guess it’ll be okay. Just don’t do it again. I don’t wanna get pregnant.”

Without another word of complaint Ronnie returned to her duties. The sight and feeling of Ronnie’s mouth wrapping around my cock made my shaft harden within a minute. She coughed a little, but then swallowed the first layer of everything I’d just pulled out of her cum-full cunt. My hand went down to caress her head, petting her almost as though she was a puppy as she licked and sucked and swallowed another few mouthfuls of our shared bodily fluids.

With Ronnie becoming serious in her duties at cleaning off my shaft, one of my hands reached down to feel up her ass. Then deeper, into the wet folds of flesh between her legs, overflowing with a precious mix of her secretions and my own seed. I smiled, thinking of what I’d just poured inside of Ronnie without her ever knowing. It was my dirty little secret, all my cum and sperm now layering Ronnie’s pussy, and I was too happy at the thought to feel any guilt or remorse. If anything, I wanted to do it again, but with Ronnie doing such wonderful things with her mouth, I pulled her in closer and settled in for my first ever blow job.

As Ronnie cleaned me off and sucked on my cock, my fingers sought out the upper reaches of her slit, again trying to give a slight circular massage to the ever elusive clit that boys my age had only read about or seen on porn sites.

By accident, certainly not from my limited experience with my aunt, as my fingers experimented with exciting her clit, the thumb of my hand slipped into the very well lubricated hole my dick had just vacated. Ronnie groaned a bit but kept at her duties. There I was. Fucking this hot little girl with my thumb, moving my fingers through her wet slit, and pushing my cock into her mouth. It was a fantasy come true.

That went on for a wonderful long while. I did my best not to push any deeper into Ronnie’s eager little mouth, focusing on trying to give her as much pleasure as I knew I was receiving. Even as my hand tired a little from the work I was doing between her legs and up her hole, I focused on the nasty wet sounds Ronnie made as she continued to give me a wonderful if shallow mouth job.

Then her hips began to jerk and Ronnie tried to lift her head up. I selfishly kept her mouth tightly wrapped around those first few inches of my cock, thinking myself kind for not trying to shove myself deeper down her throat even as her body began moving from side to side.

Her hips continued to roll back and forth, her movements only increasing the finger and thumb action I had going inside her slit. With me still holding her head steady, keeping her mouth over the hood of my cock, she gave out a couple of loud if muffled screams and really bucked up with her ass. Then she pushed my hand away from where it was buried between her legs and collapsed onto the bed. I could feel her body shuddering, but through it all, she never took her mouth off my dick.

The hand I had on her head made sure she stayed focused on what was most important to me. Even as she was rolling around on the bed and trying to escape the thumb I had buried up her cum-filled hole, I could feel a second orgasm rising to inevitability. I pulled my knees in under me, pulling Ronnie’s head into my crotch and trapping her there. With one hand holding a fistful of her hair and another down to feel up her tits, I leaned my head and chest over Ronnie’s back and held her tight as my second climax of the night erupted into her mouth. Ronnie tried to pull back, but I had locked her mouth onto my cock, and with a loud groan, I felt my balls blow my remaining seed down her throat.

I tried to hold myself back, fighting myself not to push deeper down Ronnie’s throat, but I desperately needed to keep my cock in her sexy little mouth until I’d finished unloading my wad. Ronnie struggled a little, but somehow continued to tongue and swallow. Maybe too many teeth in those last couple of minutes, but it was my first blow job, and I took it all as a normal part of the unending wonders a girl could give a boy. After a long minute of joy for me, I rolled back and, giving Ronnie her freedom, collapsed onto the bed a happy and sated young man.

Ronnie pulled away, and as I heard her gasping for air, my hand went in search of her. I felt her chest and reflexively rolled onto her, pushing her undershirt up to her chin, then bending down to suck and tongue her breasts. She just lay there, breathing deeply and trying to clear her throat of my emissions, but with a hand softly stroking my head.

I stayed there for another few minutes, loving the feeling of Ronnie’s naked body next to mine. I remember relishing the simple joy of playing my mouth over Ronnie’s naked nipples, and delirious in the knowledge that I’d just unloaded my balls inside the girl’s twat and then had her suck my dick until I’d poured another load down her throat. I was so happy, so full of thanks for fate bringing Ronnie into my arms, that I would have done anything she had asked. Sadly, her final request wasn’t quite what I wanted to hear.

As I lay stretched out on her little frame, sucking and enjoying her small but delicious breasts, Ronnie finally rose up on her elbows. I stopped in my labors and reached up with my lips to kiss her. She kissed back, even giving me a bit of tongue, but then attempted to clear her throat some more.

“You pushed in kind of deep. Made it hard for me because it was really sticky. You know, all your stuff. Really thick and hard to swallow.”

“Yeah, but you did a wonderful job.”

“Really? Rick’s girlfriend swallows most of it. It’s not easy, you know. It’s so thick.”

“You watched them one time? Or do you sneak around and try to catch them at it?”

“Just sometimes. I know they do it at her house, but sometimes here.”

She put her head back on the pillow, and I asked what every man asks the woman he loves.

“I hope I gave you some pleasure. Did you have an orgasm? With my fingers I mean. When you were sucking me, I was trying to get you off. I was hoping you had an orgasm as good as mine.”

Her voice sounded sweet in the dark night. “I think so. Maybe, but it felt good.”

“Would you like me to do it again? I’ll do it every night if you wish.”

That’s when Ronnie hit me with a dose of reality.

“You shouldn’t be here right now. What if my parents had heard us?”

“I’m sorry. I was hoping you’d like it too. I only want to make you happy, Ronnie.”

“Well, you still shouldn’t have put it there. You know, made us do sex. You have to be more careful.”

“I’m sorry Ronnie. You give me such joy.”

“You should get back now. And be quiet. You won’t tell anybody, will you?”

My heart was crushed. I understood, but it still hurt to know she didn’t want to scream out to the world that we were a couple, that she was in love with me and would fuck me every day for the rest of my life. Reality hurt.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anybody, but I hate leaving you.”

“Yeah. You should go now.”

And so I left. Softly, remembering to pick up my boxers where I’d dropped them by the side of her bed. Kicked out of bed, this time by a young girl rather than an older woman, but I still felt the sting. Yet that prior time I had walked away from a woman’s bed after filling her, fucking the woman and finding in my selfish actions a sense of physical completion. That had been wonderful. This time, leaving Ronnie, again knowing I’d filled the girl with my masculine essence, I knew that I’d done more than just fuck her pussy. I left her but knowing I’d be welcomed back, that I’d finally found my girl, my other part of self, and actually believed I’d never be alone again. Yep, as clueless as ever.

Out the door, into the restroom, where I peed and cleaned up and returned to Rick’s room. I was astounded to see that it was already near three. I’d spent almost two hours in Ronnie’s room. Two hours of fucking and sucking and kissing and loving, and I knew that was all I wanted to do for the rest of my life. Ronnie and me, fucking and loving with all the rest of the world passing us by. A wonderful dream.

It was a dream, then. A dream come true for a high school kid who’d just had his first taste of what a girl could do for a boy. It was so hard to believe, a beautiful girl and her illicit pussy fucking and sucking off a boy who’d only experienced sex through porn films and solo hand jobs. Words couldn’t and still can’t explain how amazing it all was.

All that filled my head as I sat in my empty apartment, years of memory passing before me in mere seconds. I tried to bring myself back to the present, tossing my third beer and making myself something to eat, but memories of Ronnie continued to fill my head. Maybe Jasmine was right, that I was hooked on young girls. After all, Sherri was still in high school, hardly even a junior when I’d first met her at a local restaurant. She was a hot looking piece of pussy in my eyes then, and I had to admit that what I missed most about her now was not being able to bend her over my bed and slip myself inside of her. Tight, wet, and always willing to learn. Until that night where I encouraged her to blow every guy in the room. Idiot.