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"No, Larry, we can't!" Sharon said, pushing me off her. "I'm just can't do it."

"Jesus Christ!" I said. "This is driving me crazy. Baby, I love you, but I can't keep doing this. My balls are going to explode!"

We were on the sofa in the rec room downstairs at my house, after school. My folks were at work and wouldn't be home for another couple of hours. Sharon put her head on my shoulder, snuggling up to me again.

"I'm sorry, honey," she said. "I know, I know, but..."

"Yeah," I said, "you don't want to get pregnant. You don't want to start having sex, because we'll wind up doing it without protection. You don't want to take a chance. Well, what about me?"

Sharon looked up at me with her brown eyes. She hugged me, pressing her breast against my chest. Her legs were wrapped around one of mine, her crotch against my thigh. I knew she was as excited as I was-- almost as much, anyway.

"I don't know, baby," she said. "I want to do it, you know that, I really do." She moved her hand down to my crotch and stroked my penis through my pants. It swelled against her hand. "Maybe we could do something else?"

"Like what?" I asked.

"I dunno. Maybe..." She hesitated, embarrassed.

"What?"

"What about a..." she moved her mouth up to my ear and whispered softly "...a blowjob?"

I was surprised. I wasn't quite sure what a blowjob was, but I knew it had something to do with her putting her mouth on my prick. It sounded great to me, but I didn't think Sharon was the type to do that sort of thing.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"I don't know," she admitted, "but I feel like I gotta do something for you, honey. Would you like me to do that?"

"Oh, yeah," I said. "If you wanna do that, yeah, I'd like you to do that."

Sharon moved her hands to my waist and unfastened my belt buckle. Then she began unbuttoning my jeans. She wasn't very good at it and fumbled with the buttons for a long time. I didn't mind. The feel of her hands on my prick was exciting, and it swelled as she worked at the buttons, which didn't make it any easier for her.

"Oooh," Sharon said, "you're getting hard."

"Hell yes, I'm getting hard," I said. "That feels good."

"You like it when I touch you?" she asked.

"You know I do," I said. "A lot."

Sharon finished the last button. Putting her hand on my stomach, she slid her hand down under my undershorts and touched my prick, which was pointing due north. She ran her palm over it and down to my balls, which she cupped lightly.

It wasn't the first time she had touched my naked cock, but it was still new enough to send chills through my body. Sharon grasped my shaft with her hand and tugged on it. She jacked it up and down for a while, and I swelled against her warm, slightly sweaty palm.

"Here," Sharon said, sliding off the couch onto the floor. "Turn around and sit up." I did what she said. She knelt between my knees and began to peel my jeans and undershorts over my butt. "Lift up," she said, and pulled them down to mid-thigh when I did.

This was new. Our mutual groping had been mostly of the eyes-closed, semi-dark variety until this. Although I'd had my finger in her pie a number of times, I'd never actually seen it, nor had she seen me. At least, never like this, straight on, dead center.

"Wow," Sharon said. "That's awesome! Does it always get this big?"

"It does when you touch it," I told her. "It feels like it's getting bigger."

She held it in both hands, pumping up and down on it. It was strange-- backwards from the way I did it and slightly uncomfortable from her unpracticed touch, but thrilling nonetheless. Her hands were damp, but not wet enough to slide over the skin.

"I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do," she said. "Kiss it, I guess." Sharon leaned forward, bringing her mouth close to my prick. I could feel her breath on me. I could see her lips reach out, pucker and kiss the head of my cock. It swelled strongly, responding to her touch.

Sharon extended her tongue and licked at the head experimentally. A moan escaped me, which she took as an indication that she was doing okay. She bent my prick downward, pointing it right at her mouth, and opened her lips. She slipped them around the head and sucked on it gently. I swelled in her mouth and she seemed to like that. She sucked on it some more, turning her head back and forth, pushing her tongue in and out to tease the sensitive, heart-shaped bottom.

"Do you like that?" she asked.

"Jesus Christ, baby" I said, "YES. It's great. Can you get more in your mouth?"

In answer, Sharon pushed her head forward, sliding her lips down over my hot cock. She got about half of it in her mouth, and sucked on that for a while. That felt so good that I couldn't help moving my hips back and forth, gently fucking my prick into her wet, grasping mouth. She got the idea, and began lifting her head and pushing it down again over my cock.

"Ohhh, that really feels good, baby," I told her. "Keep doing that." It was great. It felt better than my hand when I jacked off. Her warm mouth, clinging lips and mobile tongue all worked on me. As her saliva wet my prick, her hand began to slide up and down on it, so that she was jacking me off into her mouth. It was the most wonderful thing I had ever felt.

Sharon pulled her head off my prick, catching her breath, although she kept her hand on me, moving slowly up and down.

"Will this make you cum?" she asked.

"I think so," I told her. "It sure feels like it. It feels real good, baby."

Sharon looked to one side. "I...I don't want you to cum in my mouth," she said. "I'm... It's just that..."

"Oh," I said. "Well, that's great. Now you've got me in even worse shape than I was before, and you tell me that!"

Sharon bent her head back to my cock, pushing it into her mouth again, sucking on it and working it with her tongue. Then she pulled back again.

"Don't be mad at me, honey," she said. "I'm sorry. I want you to cum, I just can't handle the idea of it going in my mouth. I know that's what you're supposed to do, but I'm just not ready. But maybe you can warn me and I can just jack you off at the end."

I think I would have said anything to get her to put her mouth back on my prick. It strained toward her, reaching out toward her mouth. Sharon leaned down and licked it, kissed the head, took me in her mouth again, sucked on it.

She did that on and off for a while, stopping every once in a while to let me cool down a little, then moving back to my cock again. Her confidence increased with a little experience. Where she had been tentative at first, now Sharon pushed her mouth down on my prick strongly, sucked on me vigorously, moved her hand up and down on me quickly. When it was slick with her juice, she let her hand slide up and down on it like an extension of her mouth, keeping her hand at her lips, jacking me off with her hand while her mouth captured me as my prick emerged from her hand, licked me, tongued me, let me slip out again as her hand moved upward, then caught me in her mouth again as her hand slid downward over the shaft.

After a while, I was getting near the edge, my breath coming in little gasps, the feel of her soft hands and warm mouth stirring me, teasing me, coaxing my cum out of me. Sensing it, Sharon moved her mouth off of me, although her hand kept moving up and down, jacking me off, trying to make me cum. But the cool air was a shock after her warm mouth, and she was too inexpert with her hands. Once again, my passion faded slightly.

"It's not working, is it?" Sharon asked.

"It feels great, babe" I told her, "but when you take your mouth away, I start to lose it. Can't you just keep going? It can't be that bad if other girls do it."

She shook her head.

"I'm sorry, honey. I just can't! Not tonight." She paused a moment. "But, maybe..."

"What?"

"Well, there's another way, maybe..."

I couldn't imagine what Sharon was talking about it. We were young and very inexperienced. I knew a lot of names for things, but they were only names. I thought madly but couldn't come up with anything. Except...a friend had once told me what his older brother had done to him. But...

"I'm embarrassed" Sharon said, avoiding my eyes.

"Tell me," I said. "Anything! It's okay, baby. Just tell me. I don't know what you mean."

"Well," she said, "have you ever heard of 'cornholing?'"

That was just what my friend had called it. His brother had stuck his cock up his butt. From what he said, I couldn't tell whether or not he had liked it. But his brother had, apparently.

"I think so, maybe" I said, but I didn't want to say it. What if I was wrong? The thought of it was both strange and sexy. On one hand, surely it was dirty, unsanitary, embarrassing. On the other hand, the thought of pushing my prick into her, anywhere, was thrilling. I tried to picture it, but couldn't. But the thought sent chills through me.

"It's like making love," Sharon said, "but you don't put it in my...pussy. You put it in my...the backdoor."

"In there?" I asked. "Can you do that? Doesn't it hurt?"

"I don't know," Sharon said. "I've never done it. But you know Janice Woodson? She says she did it with her boyfriend, Jimmy. She says it hurt at first, but then it was okay, and then more than okay. She says it's better if you have a lot of lubrication. Then it doesn't hurt so much at first. She says that if you go slow, if your guy is considerate, that you can do it with no problem that way."

"But...but...why?" I stuttered.

"Because you can't get pregnant that way, silly. She says she and Jimmy just had to do something after a while, and that it was either this or make love, and she didn't want to do that either." Sharon noticed that my erection was fading. She bent over and worked on me with her mouth again. Soon, I was fully hard again, not just firm but bending slightly backward in a banana shape. God, I wanted to cum. I wanted to put it in her and fuck her so bad. Anyplace was okay with me. If I couldn't screw her pussy, then I'd be only too happy to screw her ass.

"So," Sharon asked, "what do you think?"

"I guess it'd be okay," I said, "if you want to do it, baby."

"I want to do something," she said. "I want you to cum, honey. I want to be your woman. I'm not too sure about it, but I don't want to do it the regular way and I don't want you to cum in my mouth, so..."

I was ready for anything. "Okay," I said. "Let's do it." Immediately, I realized that I hadn't the slightest idea of how to proceed. "But...how?"

"Janice says they do it just like regular, except that he puts it in the lower hole," Sharon said. "That way, it's just like they were making love, just safer."

She stood up and began unfastening her blouse. When she had released the last button, she reached up between her breasts and found the hooks for her front- closing bra. She opened it and let the side fall loose.

I had seen her tits before, but not like this. Sharon was open, brazen. This was no furtive groping. She wanted me to look at her. I was happy to oblige.

"You like my tits?" she asked, knowing the answer.

"They're gorgeous," I told her. "You know I love to look at them. Can I..." I reached out toward her chest.

"Just a minute," Sharon said. She dropped her hands to her waist, popped the button on her shorts, and slid down the zipper. She turned around, sitting down on the sofa and sliding the shorts over her bottom at the same time. Her bare butt brushed my thigh as she sat down and leaned back slightly, pulling her shorts off her legs.