Bobby's Fucking School Days
by
Larry Marian
So, you probably read about me in NIFTY in that story about me and the twins, Mark and Marsha, and how they became my cock sucker and my slut. Well, the story was pretty good, though it left out some shit, but you were left hanging on how I got to that point. So I'm gonna tell you how I can just grab about any guy or gal I want and within a week, they're my sex slave.
But first, Mark made out that he and his sister were in my power - which they were. But he didn't tell you how much they were. For instance, they didn't just both blow me one at a time. Quite often they blew me at the same time. So Marsha would suck on my dick and Mark would suck my balls. Or they'd kiss my dick together. Sometimes, while I fucked Marsha doggie style, I'd order Mark to crawl between her legs and mine and suck my balls. All good shit.
Now, when I was about six, of course I didn't have much of a dick and it really didn't get hard, but almost any girl I wanted to, I'd get them in my bedroom or her bedroom and the next thing she knew, she was taking off her clothes for me to "play doctor" with. This kept on until I could get a hard on and then it got serious.
Seventh Grade
It really started with boys. In seventh grade most of the girls were still in the boys have cooties stage, but not all. And boys were still a bit suspicious of girls, but getting interested in sex. So in the seventh grade I started getting boners and my dick grew - grew bigger than most boys I saw changing for gym. I noticed one kid, sort of scrawny. His name was Bert and his locker was next to mine. He seemed to always be looking at my dick when we changed and took a shower.
I knew he lived close to me so one day as we left the school I said, "Hey, Bert. Want to come to my house and mess around?"
So he said, "Sure, Bobby. That would be neat." "Neat," did you get that? Shit." So we went to my house and to my room and I shut the door. Folks wouldn't be here until five or so and my older sister was with her current boyfriend.
We got comfortable for about ten minutes and then I looked Bert right in the eye. "Bert," I said, "I've noticed in the locker room. You seem to like my cock."
"Uh. I don't know what you mean."
"You stare at my cock. I know it's big for our age. But it's like you look at it like you want it."
"Uh. I don't think so."
"So what if I was to just drop my pants and you can look all you want?"
"Uh. Well. If you want to." I didn't waste a moment. In seconds my jeans and jockeys were at my knees and my five inch hard cock was just in front of him. I looked down and saw a small bulge in his pants.
"Hey, Bert. You got you a hard on. You are interested. Look, pull your pants down. Let's compare cocks."
"I don't think so." "Bert. Only fair. So drop your pants. Let's see who's prick is bigger." His hand went to his belt. "Good start Bert. Get your pants down." Slowly he lowered his. I'd never really looked at his cock before. Why look. Well, it was much smaller than mine. Maybe three inches. But precum seeped out of his slit, "My. You are fucking excited Bert. Why don't you reach out and touch it." Bert shook his head, but his hand reached out and felt my cock. "That's nice. Say, Bert, it's maybe getting a bit late. So want to come here tomorrow after school?"
"Maybe," he said, his hand still playing with my cock.
"Nah, Not maybe Bert. Come with me after school. You can play with my dick and then give me a blow job. I'm sure you'd like that."
"I don't know, Bobby."
"Yes you do, Bert. Tomorrow after school. Here. Say `yes, Bobby.'"
"Uh."
"Damn, Bert. Just say `yes.'"
"Okay, Bobby. I'm come here after school."
He did. He tried to avoid looking at my cock at gym, but he couldn't help but look. So we walked to my house, went to my room, I closed the door and turned to him. "Bert. I know you have a hard on. I can see it in your pants. It's got to be uncomfortable, Bert. Take off your pants and underwear." He looked at me almost scared. "Now Bert. Take the damn pants and underwear off." He looked at me again and slowly undid his pants, then pulled them and his underwear off to show me his rock hard, leaking three inch cock. "Yep, You're fucking excited Bert. Now take mine off for me. " He hesitated a moment. "Now Bert. I'm hard too, But I'm hard waiting for your mouth on my cock, Bert. Do it," He started slow, but got faster. Soon he looked at my ready cock.
"Good, Bert. Now. We're on a rug, so it's soft. Just drop to your knees and put your hand on my dick. Don't waste our time, Bert. Drop down." He did. "Hold my cock." He raised his hand and gently grasped my cock. "Now they say to put your lips over your teeth. So do that, Bert and then take my cock into your mouth, " Slowly he did and soon he really was going back and forth on my cock. "Oh, nice Bert. Nice, Yes! " Well, I came a lot faster than I did when I beat off. Have to admit, I didn't know about warning the person with your dick in the mouth. But Bert didn't pull off.
After I'd cum, he looked around, like he wanted to spit it out someplace. "Just swallow it, Bert. Swallow it. Yeah. Great. Great job, Bert. "
So for the next two months, Bert came to my house two or three times a week and gave me a blow job. Sometimes two. I always complimented him on what a good cock sucker he was. He began to take that as praise.
Oh, I always had Bert strip off his pants. Later, he'd undress than undress me. I'd point out he always had a hard on - showed how much he wanted to suck me off. If he started beating off, I'd remind him that showed how much he liked sucking my dick.
Three weeks before Christmas a new kid came into my team. His fucking dumb parents named him Oscar! What a piece of crap. He looked scared. I swooped down on him. He was blond and pale, skinny, and short. And if anything, his dick was smaller than Bert's. But he kept looking at my dick! Yes!
Well, I waited to the day before our break to learn he lived only a half mile from me and he was home alone until like seven every school day so I invited him to come to my house. He accepted at once. DONE!! I thought. Not to bore you, when he got to my room, I hit him with "you like looking at my dick." His response?
"Yeah. You have a great looking dick."
Wow, I thought. Done deal. "So. How'd you like to suck it?"
"Sure. Go lie on your bed." Wait a sec. Is he ordering me around? But a blow job's a blow job. I lay down on the bed. He proceeded to give me the best blow job I'd had so far.
After I'd shot into his mouth and he swallowed with no pause, he began to pull off his pants.
"What the fuck you doing?" I asked.
"Hey, where I come from, a suck earns a suck. I sucked you so now you suck me."
"Whohhh!" I said. "I don't suck dicks."
"Look smart ass. You're bigger and stronger than me. So when I go home and tell my dad the new assistant district attorney, and my mom, the new assistant director of detectives that you forced me to do unnatural shit, your ass is grass. Those sixteen year olds who've been in the boy's jail for a year are going to line up to fuck your ass while another makes you suck him.
"So we have a deal. You suck me. I suck you. Mine's small, but I still cum." With that he pulled down his pants. "Let's get that mouth on me, Bobby."
Well, that sure taught me a lesson. From then on I was a lot more careful with the boys I found. But Oscar and I traded blow jobs for the rest of the year. Bert never learned about Oscar, but I got the idea about the end of May that Oscar found out about Bert. One day both Bert and Oscar said they had something to do for their folks. I saw them walking towards Oscar's house after school.
Eighth Grade
During the summer I continued to see both Oscar and Bert, though it was getting a bit dull. And they seemed to each be busy on the same day. I might still have control over Bert, but apparently Oscar had some control over Bert, as he did with me. So I might get two blow jobs a week, but one came with the cost of a bj delivered by me, not to me,
Anyway, as school began, I looked forward to my last year in middle school. King of the school. New flesh. Maybe some pussy,
So I arrived at the bus stop, which normally had some five or six kids to find only one, a girl, a girl I didn't know, She looked like maybe a sixth grader - her shirt stuck out a little in front and she had a cute smile.
"Hi," I said. "I'm Bobby. I'm in eighth grade. I've lived here all my life. Who are you?"
"We just moved here last week. My parents named me Zelda. Some stupid book. Anyway, I'm in sixth. But I'm mature for my age. Or that's what my folks say."
Well, I stood close to her. She had brown hair and green eyes, a bit of freckles on her cheeks and a smile. She stood a head shorter than me - I'd grown both in height and dick size over the summer - it now measured almost six inches. "That's great," I said. "You must live near here to be at this bus stop."
"Yeah, the white two story across the street. My bedroom is the one with the window over the garage roof, My folks put me in there. They think my brother might use it to get out of the house at night. They don't even think of what I might do," She laughed at that,
So anyway, we took to riding the bus seated next to each other and while we weren't in the same grade or team, we had both PE and singing together. So I began to put the move on her.
I sort of used the same move I'd done with Bert, toned down a bit. Fact was, she did sneak glances as my crotch quite often. We also started going to each other's house when we were the only two in it. She had a brother in college and a sister in high school,so she was home alone, as was I. Now, neither of us was supposed to have somebody of the opposite sex in the house alone, and surely not in our bed room. So it was okay to get sucked, but not fucked?? Hah.
Anyway, I waited until both of us got comfortable being in the house without supervison and talking to each other about a bunch of things - including sex. So one afternoon at her house, we sat down on her bed next to each other and I put my arm around her. I knew I should wait, but she turned her head to me, tilted her face and closed her eyes. I couldn't take no for an answer and kissed her.
And she opened up. I didn't french her first - her tongue charged for my mouth! Now having spent last year being sucked by boys, I knew next to nothing about frenching, but I can be a fast learner. Soon we dueled with tongues and then I put my hand on her breast.
"Ah," she breathed and put her hand on my chest, over my nipple. I had a nice t-shirt on. A plain green one, as I remember and her hand was under it in a second, her fingers playing with my nipple. I couldn't be beaten on this and put my hand on her breast. She broke the kiss. "You're not going to feel anything. I have a bra on," she said.
Was that an invitation? She wore a buttoned blouse and jeans. I began to unbutton her blouse which she didn't even bother to try to slow down. When it was unbuttoned she pulled it out of her jeans and took it off.
"You've taken a bra off before?" she asked softly.
"No," I admitted.
"Well, I'll teach you. But for now," and her hands went behind her back, so seconds later I looked at a real live pair of tits. Wow! She may have only had something like 28 or 30 As, but they stuck out of her chest and her nipples were darker than her skin. Shit. I almost came right then and there.
We didn't screw that afternoon, but the next afternoon, she gave me a blow job and coached me through going down on her. The following afternoon, after blowing me again, she said, "Bobby. Don't worry. I've been on birth control for six months now. I'm still a virgin, but Mom is cautious. She knows me. Now, don't fuck up and try to get on top of me. You lie down and let me do it." Well, I listened to her as she positioned herself over my dick and slowly lowered her pussy onto it. She never flinched, but said, "Oh, yeah!" when she suddenly slid all the way down.
From that time on during my eighth grade year, Zelda and I had sex twice a week on average. In the beginning of the year I still met with Bert and Oscar. Then in rapid succession I met Harry, Dave, and Terry. All three were seventh graders. All three were a bit nerdish and not athletic. That's okay. After the blackmailing Oscar and the take charge like I did Zelda, I needed some easy conquests. And they were.
I met Harry the beginning of October, Dave, early November, and Terry in January. Only Terry lived more than an easy walk away. But, Dave sucked me off first on the Monday of the third week of October. Dave took my cum the day after Thanksgiving. Terry asked me to come to a sleep over two weeks after school resumed in January. He blew me twice that night and once in the morning,
For the rest of the year I never beat off. Zelda would call and say, "Look, creep. It's been three days. Come fuck me." And hang up. I'd rush to her house. The next day it would be Dave, then Harry. Bert would call wanting me. I ignored Oscar. Fantastic. Terry would be maybe every other weekend. So it went until June and summer.
Ninth Grade
Summer was fun. First, everybody wore fewer clothes. There was no school, but parents still worked. A bike got us around easily. So Zelda and I met and screwed on average twice a week. I'd see Bert, Dave, Harry, and Terry once a week. Terry was almost always a sleep over, but that was fun. If nothing else, he was really into cock sucking, so I'd get two blow jobs before we went to sleep and one in the morning. Maybe two if his parents went out and he'd blow me when we took our morning shower.
Then, just before Labor Day my parents decided to take a vacation for two weeks on the beach. Seems my dad had a friend with a beach cottage and we got it cheap. My sister begged and pleaded for her boy friend to come. He had to sleep in my bedroom. HA!
So I was on the beach in my board shorts, with my now six inch hard dick, lying on a towel when I saw this red headed girl walk by. She looked my age, maybe a bit younger, but the bikini showed tits and she wiggled her butt as she walked.
I stood up. "Hey, I'm Bobby," I said. "And you're?"
"Jenny. We're here for two weeks."
"So are we. Come sit down."
"Okay." She did and smiled, "You're cute."
"And you're a knock out. Nice suit."
"Thanks. Nice board shorts." I saw her look at the shadow of my cock. She smiled.
"Look, I'm going into ninth grade in a few weeks."
"Seventh. Ugh. Those boys are awful. I want an older guy."
"Well, that's me." I put my hand on top of hers. "Say. My folks are gone with their friends. My sister is either somewhere on the beach with her boy friend or in her room with her boyfriend. Lots of cold drinks. It's five minutes from here. Want to come?" I smiled. "I'd like you to come with me," I said, looking into her eyes.
"Uh. Yeah. Sure, Bobby."
I stood up and offered her my hand.
The next thing I knew, we were in my room with the door closed and the curtains drawn, making the light a bit dim as we sat on my bed. In a minute I put my arm over her shoulder. "Nice meeting you, Jenny. I'm sure we can have a lot of fun the next two weeks."
She looked at me, her face inches from mine. "I hope so," she said just before I kissed her. I was quick and chaste. Then we kissed again. WOW. Ten seconds after the kiss began, my tongue entered her mouth. Another five seconds and hers was in mine. The third kiss, I didn't bother with holding her bikini top boob. I'd learned from Zelda. First the neck bow tie and then the back tie of her skinny bikini top and the pink top slipped down to her lap. Then I began playing with her boobs. She began panting. Really. I kissed her nipples as I gently pushed her down on the bed. Her arms came around me as her nails scratched my back.
"Bobby. Bobby. I'm so warm. What am I doing?"
"Enjoying yourself, Jenny. For a seventh grader. Wow!" I took one of her hands to gentle guide it to my now very hard cock. She gasped, but began to slowly rub it. "Not so much, Jenny. I don't want to cum now."
"Okay," she said and just touched it. We kissed again. Her bottom was like the top - two bow ties on either hip. The further one came loose in an instant. I took the time to look at her tips. Beautiful. Her nipples and areola were just a bit darker than her boobs; her nipples stuck up hard. I took the time to kiss and suck on them as I undid her other bottom tie. Then she began to tug on my shorts. They came down. I pulled her bottom. She raised her hips and it slid down, lying about her knees.
"Jenny," I breathed as I slid between her knees.
"Bobby," she said as she hugged me even as I guided my cock into her sopping wet pussy. I slid in. There was a slight resistance then I went in all the way, My God, I thought. A virgin. My first girl virgin. I began to pump.
I came too soon for her. But I took my dick out of her pussy to slide down and minister to her pussy and clit as Zelda had taught me. She came soon. Then, after I didn't stop, did again and a third time.
Wow.
For the next two weeks Jenny and I screwed at least once a day. Several times twice or even three times. After the first time I searched both my sister's drawer and her boy friend's and took two condoms from each. Then I went to the drug store and bought a 12 pack. The lady at the counter gave me an evil look, but sold them to me. I had to go back before the two weeks were over. This time the clerk was a guy and he winked when he sold the 12 pack. "Have fun, sport," he said.
Of course I taught her to blow me. She was great at that. She cried a bit when we both left the same day. We exchanged e-mail addresses. She actually sent me a few pictures of her in her bedroom before and after a shower.
Then school started and she mentioned a boy.
So three days after school started a new girl entered first block, which was Language Arts. The seat behind me stood empty so she took it. I turned and looked. She looked vaguely familiar. She leaned forward. "Bobby?" she whispered.
"Kathy!" I responded in a whispered shout. Ah yeah. Kathy, the last girl I played `I'll show you mine if you show me yours.' We actually started in fifth grade and continued to sixth. By that time it included touching - she touched my cock and I touched her pussy. Then she moved away.
When class was over I got along side her and said, "What lunch do you have?"
"First."
"Me too. Let's eat together."
"Sure."
So we did. "So you moved back?"
"Yeah. My parents are getting a divorce. I'm living with my grandparents. It's real close to your house. My grandparents are nice, but they pretty much leave me alone."
"So why don't I come with you to your grandparents and let's catch up on old times," I suggested and grinned.
"I'm a bit old for `You show me...'" she said and smiled.
"I am too. But I've learned some new fun things we can do."
"I know some new stuff, too," Kathy said and laughed.
So we ate lunch, went to after lunch classes and met in front of the school for our walk to her grandparents' house, On the way I did something I hadn't done before - I reached out and took her hand. She took it willingly and played with my palm with her fingers for a few minutes,
When we got to her house she said to me, "Look, we go in and you go up the stairs. My room is the second door to the left. Their room is the other end of the hall. I'll tell them that a friend came with me. Her name is Bobbie. Got it?"
"Yeah," I said. She opened the door and I went up the stairs directly in front of me and into her room. After I shut the door I sat on the bed. She obviously didn't expect company as a bra hung on the door knob of her closet and her shortie nightgown lay on top of the pillows. I noticed the bed was full size.
Oh, Kathy had red hair in a pony tail, nice looking tits as far as I could tell with her clothes on. She had a sprinkling of freckles and, if I remembered correctly, green eyes. Not that I looked at them much when we were undressed together,
She came back into her room, closed the door and faced me. "Pardon the mess," she said.
"No problem," I said as I closed the distance between us. I put my hands on her shoulders, drew her to me and we kissed. Seconds after our lips met, I felt her tongue probing my lips. Frenching the first kiss. I had to catch up, of course, so my hand went to the nearest available breast.
The kiss broke momentarily. "Wow," she said.
"Yeah. Let's see. The first step would be, `If I can undress you, you can undress me.' How does that sound?" Her response was to reach out and begin to unbutton my shirt. "Well. Let me get started." Then I noticed that she wore a polo shirt - no buttons. I shrugged and reached for the tail with both hands. She smiled as I began to pull it up. As it went up she stopped unbuttoning and raised her arms.
Five minutes later our clothes lay scattered on the floor and we lay entwined on her bed, our hands roaming over each other. She seemed to be taking command so I figured it best to take charge again. We broke from kissing. "Kathy, before we screw, suck my dick. I last longer that way. Better chance you will cum."
"I know that, dude. But I want the guy to go down on me to get me another cum."
"Sure," I said. I put my hand on her cunt and slipped a finger into her love tunnel. "You are wet as anything."
"Yeah, she said. "Roll on your back." I did and her mouth engulfed my cock at once. She paused after about the third bob. " This is to get you to cum fast. I'll give you a class one another time." Then she was back on my cock like she hadn't eaten in a week.
Well, I lasted about two minutes when I felt like my cum would be in seconds. I didn't warn her, though I groaned with delight and as my first blast shot into her mouth I almost shouted, "Oh, God. Cumming,"
When I finished she just kept my cock in her mouth, rolling her tongue on it until it was hard again. Then she pulled back, moved along side me and got up on her hands and knees and said, "Bobby, Fuck me doggie style." As she said that her right hand went to her clit to play with it.
"Rubber," I said.
"Screw the rubber. I've been on birth control since my 11th birthday. Fuck me, Bobby." So I got behind her to slip it in easily. "Yeah," she muttered. Nice cock. Feels good. Get humping, Bobby," as she began to sway back and forth as I began moving my cock in her cunt. Soon I could hear the bed creak. Kathy had to hear it, too,
I'm sure I would have cum much sooner except for the blowjob she'd given me to start. I heard her moans and then the Oh, yes,' and "God,' and Cumming' with all sorts of variations. She must have cum three times before I did. When I did she almost pushed me off her. Then she flipped to her back, spread and raised her knees showing me for the firs time the red pubic hair that matched her head. "Finish me, Bobby. Suck your cum out. The big one's coming." I complied, going between her legs and sucking, licking, and lapping her wet pussy, tasting my own cum, I was sure, and even getting hit by her squirt. All the while she moaned, "Yes, yes, yes, Bobby, yes, Oh, cumming, Cumming, CUMMING!!" Then she sank down on her bed. I got up on my knees to observe her. She smiled. "You have pussy juice and cum all over your fucking face, Sport. You are good. I want you as my cockhound."
I leaned forward and gave her cunt another kiss and lick. "I want you as my bitch and slut." She sat up, grabbed my cock and shook it.
"We've shook on it. Look, that door leads into the bathroom. We need a quick shower."
"Yeah I said
As I dressed after the shower - and a standing screw - I said, "Tomorrow after school?"
"Can't tomorrow. Day after, fuck yeah."
So, whoever was boss, we met in her bedroom or mine at least three times a week. Often it was four. We never had sex each meeting less than twice - and that didn't count oral. This lasted through the beginning of our sophomore year. So Kathy took care of my pussy and titty needs.
Two weeks after Kathy and I started sucking, eating, and screwing, I went to a movie one Saturday. On the way out a kid bumped into me hard, spilling the rest of my popcorn. I grabbed him by the arm. "Hey, kid. Watch what you're doing!" I said roughly,
"Oh. Hey, sorry." He was fairly short, but then for a freshman, I was fairly tall.
"So what grade are you in, anyway? Third?"
"Seventh."
"Oh. Look be careful. You look like a nice kid.
"Thanks. Say. I have some money. Sorry about the popcorn. I'll buy you a big drink. That square it?"
"Sure," I said. So we went to a convenience store and the kid, Harry I learned, bought two large drinks which we took out and sipped on at a picnic table on the side of the store. So I learned he didn't have a girl friend and his best friend had moved away. All his school friends lived far from him, but he did live two blocks from me. I suggested we walk to my house and continue our talk.
We'd finished our drinks by the time we got to my house. "I have to pee something fierce," I said.
"I do, too," he said.
"Okay. Let's hit the bathroom first. Hey, you up for a pee fight?"
He grinned. "Sure," he said. So minutes later we stood on either side of the bowl, dueling with our yellow streams of piss going into the bowl. For a seventh grader, he seemed to have a well developed cock. But he looked at mine and breathed, "God, you have a big dick."
"Almost seven inches," I said. "That's hard, of course.
"Mine's about four," he said. "That's hard, of course."
It took three more times until I made my move in my bedroom. "Look, I said, "each time you've come here, we've had a pee fight. You look at my cock a lot. Do you know that most boys suck a dick or have his sucked before they're fifteen?"
"You have yours sucked?"
"Yeah. I really appreciate the ones who have sucked me off." "More than one has?"
"Yep, In fact, Harry, after you do mine, you will be boy number six. Well, there've been two girls, too. And I'll tell you, every one, boy and girl loved it."
"How do you know that?"
"Because they told me. Because they asked to blow me again. Because they swallowed my cum." Bobby put his arm around Harry's shoulder. "These are all smart kids, Harry. Look, Harry. You take down your pants. I'll take down mine. You can touch my cock and balls. I'll touch yours. Then, when you're ready and comfortable, I'll let you suck me." At that I undid my belt and pulled down my zipper. Harry stood almost transfixed. "Okay, Harry. Pull them off, You have a hard dick, you get to suck mine. I'm about ready. Go for it, Harry. Be a sport." Harry looked at me, then slowly began to undress. Dropping his pants revealed a hard cock. "So, Harry. Your cock is hard. You're looking forward to sucking me, sport."
"Yours is hard to. And what's that seeping out?"
"Precum, Harry. It lubes when it's going into a pussy or a butt. But don't worry about that. Reach out and play with my cock, Harry."
"What about mine?"
"Let's get you up to speed first." Harry reached out and touched my cock. It gave a little jump. "It's waiting for you, Harry," He looked at me with doubt. "Harry. Just take your lips and cover your teeth with them." He did. "Okay. Sit on the edge of the bed." He did. "Okay, Harry. Open your mouth just a bit. Yeah." I moved closer and pressed my hard cock against his slightly open mouth. He opened it a bit more as I slid my cock in. "Nice Harry. Just have pressure on my cock. Yes. Now I'm going to go back and forth. Yeah. Nod if you're okay. Good. Yea, feels good. Yeah. Hold the pressure. I'm going to go faster. Yeah. Feels good. Harry. When I'm about to cum, this time I won't tell you. That's okay. I don't want you to panic and draw back. You'll get cum all over you. You won't like that. Just when it comes in, swallow. Not going to hurt you. Doesn't taste like pee. Sweet and salty. Doing well, Harry. Yeah. Be soon. Just keep going. YEAH!" I cried when I started shooting into Harry's mouth. He stopped pumping, but didn't take his mouth off my cock. I had five blasts, I guess. Maybe six before I finished and slipped out of his mouth. "Fantastic, Harry," I said.
"Thanks. What about me?"
"I have to teach you to neat things first, Harry. We can repeat this tomorrow. No bad taste, right?"
"Yeah. Okay for tomorrow, I guess,"
So I continued to give him lessons for the rest of the week. He began to be a real expert cock sucker and I hadn't done anything except play with his. One day I went a bit too far and he shot some real pale, thin stuff. But the following Monday he said he'd be late and showed up with another boy. That's how I met Ralph, another seventh grader and my second boy for ninth grade.
"So what's this, Harry?" I said, sitting on my bed, the two seventh grade boys in front of me.
"Uh, this is Ralph. We're good friends. "
"Harry's told me how you taught him to suck cock. Can you teach me?" Wow! I thought.
"I can try. Okay, guys. Let's us get naked."
So Ralph got added to my schedule, It did sort of help. Ralph and Harry seemed to turn to each other, giving me more time with Kathy. We'd have sex about three times a week and I'd get blown by either Ralph or Harry at least once by each one. They sucked each other and stopped pestering me. Nice way to enjoy life.
Tenth Grade
Ah, No longer a freshman! Then to learn what "sophomore" means: "wise fool," according to the new English teacher, Yeah. looking back, that makes sense. Nice that I got my driver's license early in the school year and a car - an old car, but a car. I'd drive it after to school to the middle school, which got out later. That's how I met seventh grader Brandy.
I'd agreed to pick up Ralph and Harry after school. The day turned into a drizzle so they waited under the overhead for me. With them was a girl. "Hey, Bobby. This is Brandy. Can you give her a ride, too?" Ralph asked. I checked Brandy out, Cute blond, nice face, developing figure, petite, nice smile.
"Sure," I said. "Hop in the front seat, Brandy, and I'll take you to my house with the boys and then we will see what happens. Your folks home?"
"No. They won't be home for another two hours. My brother'll be home, But he's with his girl friend. I know what they're doing. They won't come out of his room."
"Nice. Well, guys, you want to go to the guest bedroom and let Brandy and I get acquainted?"
"Sure, Bobby, And thanks for the ride."
"No problem," I said as I drove the three kids off to my house. Once there we all went up to my room. I left them there, went down to the kitchen, got for cokes and took them back upstairs to find Brandy alone in my room, her book bag and purse on the floor, "So where are Ralph and Harry?"
"The went into the guest bedroom to talk about something."
"Oh," I said and handed her a coke. "I'll take this to them and be right back." So I went there and opened the door without even knocking. As I suspected, they were already getting it on. Both had their shirts off. Bobby sat on the edge of the bed with Ralph in front of him taking down his pants, "I'll just put these cokes here," I said, "Have fun."
"You, too," they both replied. I went back to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. Brandy sat on the bed. She'd had a sweater on, but had taken it off and laid it over my desk chair. Under the sweater she had on what looked like a boy's shirt with the top three buttons undone. She leaned forward to take the coke from me which gave me a nice view of her teen bra. Then she straightened up.
"Thanks," she said.
I took a drink of my coke. "You're welcome. So tell me about yourself."
"Well, I'm in the seventh grade in the advanced team. I have a brother who's 17 who has a girl friend who's 15. Our parents work and don't get home until about six and her folks are the same. So he's there or she's here. He claims they do homework. Yeah, right."
"So what do you think they do?" I asked looking as innocent as I could.
She snorted. "What does this mean? "Oh, Jerry. So good.' And that's the only one for mixed company. Of course you can also hear, `Abby. Yes. Take it all. I'm close.'"
"Yeah. So do you have a boy friend?"
"Not yet. Seventh grade boys are so like immature. Every class I have to sit in front of a boy who thinks its neat to pop a girl's bra strap. Some days I don't wear one and the fool fumbles around trying to find it! "
"You sound like my kind of girl," I said. She put down her coke as I sat mine down right next to hers.
"You may be my kind of boy," she responded. With that I put my arm around her. "Don't pop my bra strap," she said as she turned her face towards me. I smiled and kissed her. She threw her arm around me and returned the kiss. A break for a breath before a return to a kiss, This time my tongue snaked out which she welcomed with parted lips and teeth. Again a break. The next tongue battle and my hand cupped a breast. She didn't resist.
At the next break I whispered, "Nothing popped."
"You may get a reward soon. So what are Ralph and Harry doing?"
"Uh. It might shock you. But if we take off our shoes, the door opens real quiet. You can get a quick peek if you want."
"Hey. I love to spy."
"I bet you do," I said as I kicked off my shoes. Brandy did the same, then followed me to next door. I slowly opened the door and peaked in, then motioned Brandy to look below me. I heard a very quiet gasp. The sight surprised me. I knew they had to be exchanging blow jobs, but the scene had added dimensions, Ralph and Harry lay nude on the bed, on their sides, Ralph's face buried in Harry's crotch and Harry's in Ralph's. Before I quickly but silently closed the door, I clearly saw the tip of Harry's cock in Ralph's mouth. I touched Brandy's arm and we walked silently back to my room, I closed the door, then we both sat down. My arm came around her shoulder as she turned to me.
"They sucked each other's cock at the same time," she said.
"I think that's a first for them."
"I watched Abby suck my brother's once. Wow." With that, my not busy hand took her chin, lifted it so I could kiss her. Her response came at once, her tongue deep and hard. My response was to first cup her breast briefly, then maneuver to unbutton the ones that were still buttoned. She helped position us so we could kiss while her blouse came loose. When I began to slide it off her shoulders, she shrugged it down and off.
By this time Kathy's bra had given me the training I needed to undo Brandy's one hooker in an instant. Again she assisted in bra removal. Yes they were still small but growing. She had cute nipples and areola, much darker than Kathy's or Zelda's. It took but an instant before I had them in my mouth or kissing them. Brandy's instant reaction? "Oh. Feels good."
Should I go further? No, let's see what happens tomorrow. I raised my mouth from her small breasts and nipples. "You liked that?"
"Oh, yes. You made my boobs tingle. Never like that before."
"I think Harry and Ralph may be finishing up soon. They're likely to just barge into this room. Are they used to seeing your boobs?"
"Oh, no. You're the first boy."
"I'm honored. They are very nice. Very nice, Look. I'll pick you up after school tomorrow and we'll come here and be alone, How does that sound?"
"Great," Brandy replied. She leaned over and kissed me.
"Hey, can we come in?" I heard Harry through the door. Brandy grabbed her blouse, put it on and began to button it. I grabbed her bra and sweater.
"Just a second, " I said. Her blouse buttoned, she took her bra, stuffed it into her book bag and slipped on the sweater. "Come in," I said. They entered for them to find Brandy sitting on the bed and me at my desk chair. "Well. Let me get you three home," I said.
I let Brandy off first. She really didn't live that far away, but I wanted to talk to the boys without her. We didn't kiss. I saw the vibes of "no kiss" as she squeezed my hand and said good bye to the boys in the back seat. Once she entered her home I was off with the two boys to Harry's house. His parents weren't home yet. I wondered about another session.
"Guys, I'm going to take Brandy home after school tomorrow. You guys are on your own, okay?"
"Sure, Bobby. That's okay. You going to fuck her tomorrow?" Ralph asked.
"Ralph, that's not a real nice question."
"Well she sure acts like she'd like it. Nobody's claimed he's screwed her yet but several guys claim they've felt her up, both on top of her clothes and below them."
"I don't know. Anyway guys, both of you'll have a chance to suck me this week. It just won't be tomorrow, I'm sure you can take care of each other." With that I pulled into Harry's drive. "By the way, thanks for introducing me to Brandy. She is one hot girl. Especially for a seventh grader." I stopped, the two hopped out and I headed for home.
The next day I was at Brandy's middle school just as the kids started coming out of the doors, headed for busses and cars. I parked with the parents or older sibling sent to pick up younger sibling, got out of the car and looked around. I saw her several minutes after I started looking. Her blond hair stood out, as did her green top. I waved my hand. "Brandy! Over here!" and I waved again. She waved back and began to hurry towards me - not running like so many of her school mates, but moving quickly. I opened the passenger door. She hopped in. I closed it and walked around to my side and got in. I started the car and we headed out, following cars who had already made pick up.
"Thanks," she said. "I hate riding the bus." She smiled at that. We hit a red light. I turned and gave her a quick kiss. "I hope they all won't be like that," she said before laughing.
"They won't," I said.
"Good. I like the way you kiss."
"You an expert on kissing?"
"I've been kissed a few times. I think you're in the top -- one." And a laugh.
"Thank you." This as we got to my house. We went up to my room at once. Brandy shut the door behind us and turned to me. We put our arms around each other and began to kiss, hard from the very beginning. As we kissed my hands drifted down to her butt, which I rubbed. She in turn rubbed her breasts against me. It seemed she might not have a bra on. Well. Open door,
Her top was a pull over. I kept one hand rubbing her butt while my other tugged the bottom of her top loose from her jeans. My hand slid up her front to find no bra, just a nice firm breast and an erect nipple. I tweaked it and she sighed, then grabbed the bottom and pulled it up and off. "I got warned about a bra attack so I took mine off in the girl's bathroom. Several others did too."
"You need to tell the teachers," I said as I began to suck and caress the most available one.
"Fat chance when one boy is the mayor's son! Bobby. Let's just forget about this," as she began to rub my chest, over my polo at first and then underneath it. Soon my shirt came off, too. This led to our lying down, our shoes kicked off. We kissed, we caressed. She even sucked on a boy nipple a bit. Both of us began to breathe heavier; I felt warmer; she must feel the same. My hand slipped between her legs, no finesse. She gasped while she squeezed my hand together.
Then her hand drifted down to my hard cock. "Bobby! What do you have in there?" she asked. That was my signal to ease her zipper down. Her response., "Yes, Bobby," as she did the same. There was some fumbling, but soon both of us had our jeans and undies down to our knees, revealing her developing pussy and pubic hair, very sparse and very blond. I know she came when I kissed her damp vertical lips.
Then she totally surprised me. First she shook off her jeans and panties, then spun around so her face rested on my thigh. "It's so big," she whispered. "Bobby. I've never done this. What do I do?"
"Cover your teeth with your lips. Don't try to go to far down. Go up and down slowly. You'll be fine." Wow. Brandy had no technique, but her lips slid over my prick tip, went down a good two inches, and then bobbed back up. Then she continued, up and down, up and down, her teeth shielded as the pressure in my balls increased. "Brandy. I'm going to cum soon. " I got an `ommph.' "Oh, God!" as I began to cum. She didn't release my spurting cock. I kept cumming. I felt her swallow. Finally I finished, "Oh, God, Brandy. So good. So good." I slid my hands under her arm to move her face back to mine and kissed her, deep and hard. She responded.
Finally it broke. "Was it okay?"
I pecked her forehead. "Wonderful. You okay."
"Yeah. Bobby?"
"Yes, Brandy?"
"When you shot first, I think I had a cum."
"Oh, wonderful," as I kissed her again.
"Bobby?"
"Yes, Brandy?"
"I'm a virgin right now." "I think I know that."
"Make me not one, please."
That shocked me. Of course that's what I wanted. But to be asked?
"You sure?"
She took her hand to force it onto her wet pussy. "Here, Bobby. Not your hand. Your cock. All of it. Please." With that I rolled her onto her back. `No, Bobby. I've done some research. Lie on your back. It's called the Mason Method."
I shrugged, then rolled onto my back, my cock hard again and leaking pre cum stuck up from my balls and groin. "Safe?" I gasped.
"Yes. Now. Next time a rubber." With that she straddled me, took my hard cock in her hand which she used to guide my cock to her pussy entrance. I felt it slide in a bit, then slowly a bit more, a long pause, then she slid down with a gasp. She bottomed out. I supported her, my hands on her small boobs as she began to slide up and down while rocking from side to side. "Oh, God," she moaned. "Bobby, so good, So...you....I'm... cumming.,..CUMMING,"
I couldn't believe it. I knew I was close, too. "Brandy. Me, too!" Despite the fact that I had just cum in her mouth just a few minutes ago, I came again, squirting deep into her pussy. God, I hoped she was right. Then she collapsed on top of me, my dick still embedded.
The two of us slowly unscrambled, with a lot of kissing, touching, feeling, and kissing. "Oh, Bobby. I'm so glad. Wonderful."
"God, yes, Brandy. Should I pick you up from school every day?"
She smiled. "That would be great. You have a car. I know where the free clinic is. Tomorrow, take me there. There some pills I need to get."
"Yes," I said as we began to kiss again. That led to me kneeling behind her for more cums for both of us.
So Brandy became my first tenth grade slut. But I never called her that. I got kidded by friends about my seventh grade girl friend. "You just don't understand," I said and left it at that. I never told anybody that I'd popped her cherry or that she was the second girl I'd popped.
She did go on the pill. We continued to make love all of my sophomore year and her seventh grade year. She was the only girl I felt that I made love with. The rest I thought we screwed. There was something special about Brandy, even after I got hints that both Harry and Ralph were bi, and got gay. I just never asked any of them about it.
Then came my Winter break fling at my grandparents with Buck and Holly. Wow!
So I rode the train up to my grandparents, some 200 miles away. It was a day train with nothing but coaches and a snack car in the middle of the train. That's where I met Buck and Holly. Buck was a junior at another high school in my city and Holly was a freshman at mine, though I didn't know her.
We ran into each other in the snack car, surrounded by folks our grandparents age. The train wasn't totally full, so after meeting two of my same age, we went to the car I'd chosen and turned one seat around so we could talk, mine having fewer people in it.
So not only were they going to Holly's grandparents who live a half mile away from mine, but Buck would be there too, though in another room, of course. Of course.
Talking about friends made Holly discovered that she knew Brandy. "Wow. We're in the same scout troop. She gushes over a boy named Bobby, who's a sophomore with a car. "
"Blond and short? Seventh grade but really mature?" I asked.
"Sounds like Brandy," Holly replied.
"That's her," I said, becoming very happy.
"She's a neat girl. I just hope she doesn't get into trouble."
At once I knew that Holly knew Brandy was having real sex. "She won't," I said. "We do a lot of stuff together, but we're not going steady or anything/"
"Good," said Holly, "You seem a neat guy."
"Yeah. I think we could have fun here. Let's exchange info and get together. "
"Good idea," Buck said. " Holly's grandparents are nice people, but they're easily distracted, shall we say. Maybe we could have a lot of fun."
"That would be great." I agreed. "I'm sure we can't get together today. But tomorrow? How about two at Holly's grandparents?"
So the next afternoon a little after two I was in Holly's bedroom with her and Buck. Holly wore a pair of shorts and a halter while Buck had on what looked like gym shorts and a faded Disney World t-shirt, maybe a bit too small for him. Since I'd walked, I had on jeans and a flannel shirt,
"So what kind of fun did you have in mind?" I asked.
Holly smiled and winked. "The best kind?" as she reached out and took my hand. I followed her eyes which were focused on my crotch. My jeans were tight; sitting down only accentuated my half hard cock, which was now bigger than seven inches. Then I noticed that Buck's eyes were drawn to the bulge, too.
I smiled. "Hey. I know we just met and all, but how about a game of strip poker?" Both of them laughed.
"Why not? Great way to get acquainted," Buck said.
"I have some cards," Holly said as she reached for her purse.
So minutes later the three of us, with our shoes and socks off sat on the rather large sized bed. "Let's make this fast," I suggested. "Each hand the losers remove one item, their choice. Winner gets to lose nothing. We play until all three of us are naked."
"Sounds good," Holly said. "Bobby, I think you have a surprise for us."
"Could be. Deal, Holly," I said. She did. I forgot to mention, the game was five card draw, nothing wild. I had a pair of threes, Buck, a pair of fives, and Holly, two pair, eights and jacks, over kill as Buck and I took off our shirts, I dealt the next hand. Holly had a king high, Buck a pair of tens, and I had a pair of sevens. Holly took off her top, revealing a pretty lacy bra that showed a lot of breast including a moon shaped spot of darker, rougher brown at the top of the cup. I took off my t-shirt. Buck's deal. Holly got a pair of fours, I got two queens, and Buck, Ace high. Off came Holly's shorts and Buck's pants, revealing an obvious hard under his jockeys. My cock was now a full seven inches and hard. Holly's deal. Holly got three fours, Buck two sixes, and me, Ace high. Off came my pants and Buck's jockeys to reveal a hard somewhere between five and six inches, but quite thick. My deal. Holly drew a pair of threes, me a pair of fives and Buck two queens. Holly slid off her shorts to display a pair of black thong pantie. I slipped off my shorts. Holly looked at my seven inch hard and rather thick cock.
As her eyes grew wide she blurted out, "My God I can't wait to get that inside me somewhere!"
Buck said, "Me, too." Pay dirt, I thought. Buck dealt the next hand. Holly looked at her cards.
"Well, this is nothing," she said as she pulled off her thong. "But this is something." So her pussy hair looked neatly trimmed, with a small V above her clit and a trace of hair running along her vertical lips.
"Nice,"I said. "Holly, if you're inviting, I'm accepting." I also noticed that the brown circles around her nipples were the largest and darkest I'd seen since I'd first started noticing nipples when the partners in my "I'll show you..." contests first started to develop tits, some at ten, quite a few at eleven,
"Hey, let's be nice. Bobby, you lie down and and I'll suck you off. Then you and Holly can go at it, She'll have a better chance to cum. Then we'll see what happens. How does that sound?" He paused, "You okay getting blown by a guy?"
"Plenty of guys have blown me," I said as I flopped down on the bed on my back. Buck was on it at once. No playing around. No kissing or licking or teasing, just taking my seven inches, all the way down, rise up, go down, repeat as necessary until I came. The only unusual thing that happened was Buck's finger playing with my rose bud. He didn't go deep, but it did at juice to his performance, It was only two minutes when I croaked, "Buck, I'm about to cum." I did. For a minute it was squirt and swallow time until he rose off my dick, scooted up so we were face to face and kissed me. This surprised me, but I returned the kiss so we had dueling tongues for a moment.
"Buck. My turn, Bobby, dear, I want that dong of yours, Where do you want it?" She laughed. I hope to get it three ways before we part. But which way first?"
I broke the kiss. "Hard choice, But pussy first, doggie style. Then I can play with those fantastic tits. I've never seen nipples like yours before."
"You mean the areola? The nipples stick out from the areola. You can suck and kiss my nipples. But only kiss my areola. " With that she lay on her stomach and then rose on her hands and knees. I broke with Buck to get on my knees behind Holly, between her knees. I reached out to feel inside her lips. Damp. No, wet. I lined up my cock and her pussy almost drew it in. "Get it all in, Bobby. All," as she began to rock back and forth. I bottomed out several times with my swinging balls hitting her pussy lips. She moaned. "Cum," I heard.
`You want me to cum now?" I asked as I played with her swinging boobs.
"Shit no. I just had a small one. YES!." There was a talking pause but we kept pumping. "Second one. Nicer."
"I'm getting close," I mumbled.
"Good. I...I'm too! I felt the first shot rising, shooting into her wet pussy. That must have been the last straw. `OH GOD!! FUCK!! FUCK!! SO GOOD!!" as I shot my load into her waiting twat."
"God," I moaned. "Fantastic. Really fantastic," as she crumbled down onto her belly and boobs, carrying me with her. Entwined, we rested.
You know, in sex, the first go round is normally the best. So it probably was. However, before I crawled out of Holly's grandparents' house two hours later, I'd screwed Holly again, she'd blown me, and I'd given Buck his choice what else. I figured he'd want a blow job, and I was good with that, but he wanted a butt fuck, which I gave him. Holly crawled under him and sucked him off while I fucked his ass.
So the rest of they year continued. It was impossible not to have Brandy involved. I think Holly talked her into screwing Buck the first time, but she dove into that almost at once. So, in one bedroom or another the four of us met once a week for an orgy. We made it fair. One week it would be Brandy and me on one side of the bed, or on one bed, and Holly and Buck on the other side or other bed. The next week it might be - draw undies, two drawers and two panties in a brown paper bag and draw. It could be two boys and two girls, or it could be boy girl, boy girl, either Brandy and me and Holly and Buck, or Holly and me and Brandy and Buck. After the first draw, we switched to four 4x5 cards with "Bobby's jockeys," Buck's boxers," Brandy's panties," and "Holly's panties" as we figured the first drawer had a chance to influence the outcome.
Even with the weekly orgy, one other day would be "switch partner" day, which could be gay or straight. The other days of the week, Brandy and I stuck together and Holy and Buck stuck together.
So this brings us back full circle to my meeting Mark and Marsha. After I'd gained control of them I put both Brandy and Holly/Buck on the back burner. But one afternoon in the Mall alone for a change, I ran into Holly and Buck. We started talking for a bit and suddenly Buck's van seemed very inviting. We started walking towards the nearest exit to the van when I spotted Mark and Marsha close by. I waved. They waved. I motioned them to come to me and they did at once. "Hey, This is Holly and Buck. This is Marsha and Mark. " The four nodded, smiled, and said "hi." I put one arm around Holly and one around Marsha. "Now, let's all five go to Buck's van and really rock it. How does that sound?"
We rocked the van for an hour with everybody satisfied. I drove Mark and Marsha home from the Mall. Their parents weren't home so I got another blow job from Mark and a screw from Marsha. They both thanked me,
Another time I was with Mark and Marsha when Brandy spotted me. Well, I had a car, so rocking van, but Brandy's house was closest so Brandy had her third boy screw her while I screwed Marsha.
I'll save senior year for another time.
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