Jonathan and Isabelle
by
Larry Marian
Well, here I am again, Arlene Jones, the self proclaimed Blow Job Queen. I assure you I did not teach either of them anything. They learned all by themselves. Jonathan and Isabelle told me this story about themselves when they were both fifteen and I was eighteen at the time. It began when they were both twelve and became copycats. In any event for my own reasons, this story is in the third person. Enjoy. Seventh grade Catholic middle school girl Isabelle, blond hair and blue eyes met seventh grade public school boy Jonathan, but called Squirt, black kinky hair and brown eyes met at a joint meeting of public and private middle school students in an attempt to get to know each group of students better. By the luck of the draw, Isabelle and Squirt became a two student team, along with twenty-four other teams. The first thing each of them noticed was that they were both twelve, approaching thirteen but were Team Twelve. "That's funny," Isabelle said. "You're right, Jonathan replied. "And call me Squirt.'" "Why Squirt'? asked. "When I was like three I peed on my big brother Frank. He's called me that ever since." Isabelle laughed at that , causing the other teens to look at the pair "Just don't pee on me," Isabelle said with a grin. She lowered her voice. "After all, you boys have an advantage there." "How's that?" Squirt asked. "I mean this isn't because you're white and I'm black is it?" "No. "Girls don't have a dick." Squirt saw her almost blush at her comment. "God gave you guys a penis and we girls a vagina. That's the way it is." Squirt looked at Isabelle and shrugged. "Yeah, we say dick and pussy." "You do. Well, the Sisters are all so prim and proper. But we do too. Some day we will use what we have to bring forth something God wants to happen." "Just like we are changing. I mean, well, I can see you aren't a little girl any more because, well, you aren't flat now." Isabelle actually looked down towards her chest. "True. I guess we need to work on our assignment now." Squirt looked at her with a wry grin. "You know, in some ways, we are working on that assignment. I think I really like you, Isabelle. I'd like to see you some more." Isabelle looked back at Squirt. "Squirt, I agree with you. Let's be friends and see what happens." It took the two different tweens to find a place to meet, other than the additional meeting of the Middle School Alliance Group for the two to actually meet face to face. Some searching and talking, both on line and on phone, made for a ftf meeting of Isabelle and Squirt for the two twelve year olds. A park lay a mile and a quarter from Squirt's house and three quarters of a mile from Isabelle's . There they were to meet at one of the small picnic shelters, surrounded on three sides by trees and bushes, making the table and benches almost secluded . Squirt arrived first on his bike with Isabelle about five minutes later. Both knew what shelter to go there so Squirt waved to Isabelle as she rode up to jump from her bike and lay it next to Squirt. "Hi. Glad to see you again," Squirt said. "Nice to see you too," Isabelle responded. ."Let's go sit down at the shelter." "Yeah. We really don't know too much about each other,after all, Squirt said. "I mean, do you have a boy friend?" Isabelle shook her head. "Nope. Mom says I can't date yet, other than go to church socials or with my sister Molly who's fourteen." "Your sister Molly? Fourteen? My brother Frank goes with a girl named Arlene who's fourteen. She's like you, white with brown hair. I met her once - caught them kissing like crazy." Squirt laughed at that. "Frank told me that Arlene gives the best blow jobs in the world." Squirt stopped talking, chagrin all over his face. "Oh. I'm sorry, Isabelle. I didn't mean to make you upset." Isabelle laughed. "Girls know about that, too. There's even a girl in my class who's said she gave one." \ "Oh, well I actually saw Arlene give one to Frank. I mean the whole thing," Squirt said "You did!?! Oh, Squirt! What did you see?" Isabelle squealed. "I mean, did you see his...cock? Did it really stick out?" She was totally all eyes as she waited for Squirt to tell her. "Well, the stairs to the basement turn around the corner and part of the basement is like a play room. So Frank and Arlene sat on the couch making out like crazy. Frank, in fact, took Arlene's shirt and pulled it off her. She didn't have a bra on so I saw her boobs. " "Wow," Isabelle said. "I guess that's like seeing a boy's dick. I saw one when I was eleven. It stuck straight out at another boy the same size. But what happened next?" "Well, Frank put his hand on Arlene's boob and began to touch and kiss them. After awhile Frank said, How about a BJ' and Arlene said , Why not?'' So Frank stood up and Arlene started taking down Frank's pants until they dropped to his knees, sort of. He was really hard and Arlene put it in her mouth and started going back and forth until he said Gotta cum!' Arlene kept going until both stopped. Then Frank and Arlene kissed, hard. "My brother then said, Ready for the majors?' and Arlene said, Frank, dear, you know I'm on day four. In a few more days, okay? We can try something next time.' Then Frank said, Sure, for you Arlene.'" "Wow," Isabelle said. "If Mom caught me doing that. It might be okay, though." "Dad told that I'd best truly love the girl to ask her to do that. But then he winked. " The two looked at each other, both looking into the other's eyes, both thinking of what the other thought. Squirt reached out towards Isabelle's hand and took it. "Isabelle, I think my dad is right. I'd never ask a girl to do that unless I really loved her." Isabelle squeezed his hand. "I think you're right. I really think that way you described shows your brother and his girl really do love each other. " She put her hand on his shoulder. Brown eyes looked into blue eyes and as they did the two faces, one black and one white, moved towards each other until Isabelle's head tilted left while Squirt's tilted right and lips met. The first kiss lasted maybe ten seconds; the second much longer as Squirt's arm went around Isabelle' waist as Isabelle's went to Squirt's shoulder. The kiss broke. The two looked at each other. "I've never french kissed before," Isabelle confessed. "We just open our mouth a little to let our tongues in and sort of move it around. That's what Frank told me," Squirt said. "Yeah. Molly said about the same." With that the two kissed again with Isabelle's tongue making the first daring move into a strange but wonderful place. Squirt replied, "Isabelle, around me could you call me Johnny?" "Sure," the blond replied, "Johnny." The two tried again and were better the second and third time. The fourth approach Isabelle looked at her phone. "I have to go, Johnny. Not tomorrow, but the next day? Come to my house and we'll go down to the playroom. Okay?" "I'll be there, Isabelle," Johnny swore. The two got their bikes and each holding onto a handle bar kissed again before two tongues retreated to home base. Johnny rang the doorbell at 2:30 on the second day following their first private meeting. The door opened at once to Johnny seeing Isabelle waiting wearing shorts and a top, her blond hair up in a ribbon. Isabelle smiled. "Come in Johnny, follow me downstairs." Isabelle reached out her hand, which Johnny took to follow the blond girl wo led it to a door, opened it, then guided him to the stairs, across the carpeted room, and to a sofa where they both sat down, side by side. Following two "hello's" the two looked at each other shyly before Johnny put his arm around Isabelle, who snuggled closer to him. They kissed, their lips and tongues taking off from where they had left off two days ago. Between kisses there was some little talk, as though each wanted to feel the other out. "I never expected to feel like this," Isabelle breathed into Johnny's ear during a break. "I didn't either. Lots of my brothers think white girls are all racist and mean. I don't think you are." "Some of my girl friends think a black kid would try to rape another white girl. Not true and I know not true of you." The kissing returned. Each felt themselves getting actually hot as hands roamed over backs until Johnny's hand slid to Isabelle' front to slide upwards until his hand cupped the 28A breast in his hand. His apprehension soared but Isabelle's tongue kept learning the folds and crevices of Johnny's mouth. It took him several minutes to slide his hand under her top, bringing his hand, not to the fabric of a small bra, but to the soft but firm flesh of a bare tween breast. "Oh, God, Isabelle. Have I gone to far?" "No, Johnny. Your hand feels good. What does your chest feel like?" Johnny laughed. "Feel," he said as he pulled off his middle school t-shirt, his nipples flat against his chest Isabelle's arm and hand came to touch the nipple, two fingers surrounding the nipple as he head moved forward to kiss it, something she knew she would never have done so soon. "Take mine off, Johnny. Please." Isabelle smile as Johnny, confusion on his face, took the bottom of her shirt to gently raise it up as she lifted her arms to reveal two small breasts with light brown nipples in a light brown sea. The two threw their arms around each other to kiss again before Johnny took his manhood in gear to first cup a breast and then kiss it before sucking the nipple, making Isabelle's become brown diamonds for his pleasure and for hers. Isabelle felt her face and breasts to be flushed while between her thighs she felt the wetness she had when she had used her hand and fingers. Her skin was still mostly smooth, though she knew what she felt was fine, soft hair at the very top of her slit. She longed to place Johnny's hand there, to guide his hand to the top of her slit where her clitoris lay waiting for the intense pleasure it gave her as she lay in her bed at night before going to sleep. For now, however, she would have to wait for another day with Johnny. Johnny, on the other hand felt content to seek out each wonderful thing to do with this most wonderful of girls. He looked at real flesh and blood and not some computer screen filled with naked actors showing off their intimate parts for money. Not so Isabelle, but a wonderful girl, who was worthy of both consideration and, if he was worthy love. So he kissed her lips, sucked on her tongue, then worshipped the small breasts which adorned her previously flat chest. Fifteen minutes later the two lay on the couch, the two tweens bare from their waist up, kissing and caressing. "OMG, Isabelle - what?" The two jerked up to see Molly at the foot of the stairs. "Molly! Oh, please don't tell Mom and Dad!" Isabelle shrieked. Molly laughed. "Don't worry, little Sis. I won't This is Squirt?" "No. Call him Johnny." "Oh, yeah Well, you two get dressed. Mom will be home soon. Squirt or Johnny, come again. Maybe we can have a little chat." The two looked at each other as panic turned to concern for the other as they pulled their tops back on. "I guess I need to go," Johnny said. "It's for the best," Isabelle replied. "You are the best boy I have ever known." "You are the best girl. I wonder what Dad and Momma will say." "They'll be okay. Mom says they're liberals." The two turned out to be fairly correct as neither parents objected to a biracial couple while neither Johnny nor Isabelle realized that they were dealing with a puppy romance that would be over in a month at the most. So the two met at the other's house several times though parents were present, or older siblings. Then on a Saturday the two found themselves alone at Johnny's house with Isabelle's parents doing things around town. The two began sitting on Isabelle's bed, then kicking off shoes to lying down, then the first kisses to lead to a tongue duel they had not had for two weeks, then two tops came off, followed by Isabelle's new 28B bra. Johnny latched on her beautiful mountains with out and hands as Isabell's nipples grew large and hard. Jonny's hand covered Isabelle's mons venus even though it was still inside the tween's shorts "Oh, Johnny. It's so good." "Yes," he replied as Isabelle's legs slowly spread to give Johnny room to rub the covered treasure. "I, I, Frank told me about sort of kissing your pussy. He says Arlene really loves it " "Molly's told me about it. She also says she and Frank have done stuff too." "Frank is going with Molly just like Arlene." "Isabelle, maybe we can stop talking about your sister and my brother and just be with each other for awhile? His hand once more pressed down on the treasure chest before her almost bald pussy as he kissed and she responded. As she responded, Johnny maneuvered himself so he could put both hands on her shorts to start tugging them down. Isabelle's response was to raise her knees, brining her cheeks off the bed. Johnny smiled broadly as her yellow bikini panties came into view. "Is this okay?" he asked, quietly with hesitation. "Fine," Isabelle said as she took the waistband of the yellow cloth to take them off herself. "Oh my God, how beautiful you are," Johnny said as he beheld Isabelle in all her glory. "I hope I do this right," as he slid between her welcoming thighs to begin to clumsily lick her slit from the bottom up towards her waiting clit. Isabelle moaned. He got to the top of her slit, then licked again. Johnny felt Isabelle shudder, seeming in delight. He licked again, going up to finally find the hood and the clitoris Molly had described to her after she and Frank had investigated hers. "Oh my God, Johnny. I've cum. I've really cum. So wonderful. So....God now I want to suck your cock. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want you to swallow your cum. Yes!" Johnny raised his face, covered with Isabelle's girl cum. "You sure you want to blow me, Isabelle?" he asked with hunger in his body. "Turn over, Johnny." He did as Isabelle tugged off his boxers, displaying for the first time the dark tube of flesh with its purple head, clear precum leaking from his piss slit. "Oh. So big," she breathed seeing the hard five inches sticking up from his groin, faint pubic hairs at the base of his cock and ball sack. "Yes, I want this," she breathed as she lowered her mouth to his cock for the first time. It took mere seconds for Johnny to almost shout, "Oh, shit!" as he came hard in Isabelle's mouth. He felt his blasts slam into Isabelle's mouth making him feel bad, but unable to stop without getting his cum on her face or body. At last it stopped, allowing Isabelle to remove her mouth from his beginning to soften dick. "God, I'm sorry Isabelle. I didn't mean to do it in your mouth so fast." Isabelle let out a laugh. " Molly told me that the first time she sucked Frank, he lasted maybe two or three minutes. She told me that Arlene did an eighth grader a month ago or so - before she'd sucked Frank the first time - and the poor kid actually shot his cum before she could get his not quite five inches in her mouth. She let him rest, get hard, and try again. That took about a minute in her mouth. He asked when she would do it again and she said after he'd been blown by his girl friend. He came back to her a month later with his girl friend to ask Arlene for guidance." Isabelle smiled. "You're hard again, Johnny. You want to try again? I think it should take longer this time." Oh, yes. Uh, do you know how many guys Molly has sucked?" Isabelle laughed again as she eyed the once again hard black cock. "Only Frank. But a white guy named Reggie has been talking to Molly. Frank wouldn't object to Reggie being Molly's white boy friend as long as Frank has his time with Molly like he dos Arlene." Isabelle kissed Johnny. "You want me to suck you again, dear?" ""I don't think I'd ever refuse." It took but seconds for Isabelle to push Johnny back down on her bed, slide between his legs to attack her prize. This time it was close to two minutes before Johnny moaned, "Isabelle. I'm about to cum!" Johnny watched as his girl bobbed up and down two more times before he shot his first load into her willing mouth, taking his three more blasts before he stopped and she swallowed. At once Johnny moved forward to kiss his girl, his Isabelle full on her opening lips the two caressing for several minutes before Johnny rolled beside her to hug and kiss each other as they rested. \ "Molly said if I liked the guy who came in my mouth, I'd know I really liked him. Johnny, I know I really like you." Johnny said softly, " I knew if I came in your mouth, I'd know I'd really like you. In fact, I think I love you, Isabelle." The two hugged and kissed again until they knew they'd have to dress. The couple stayed out of trouble for three weeks, seeing each other once each week by careful planning and experimenting on each other. Both Johnny and Isabelle now had their mentors in Frank and Molly. Frank had to laugh that the young couple appeared to be straight or they might decide to practice incest. During those three weeks final ideas of a joint thirteenth birthday party came and the party turned out well, even with a bi-racial couple as the focus. Even when Johnny led Isabelle out to the small dance floor there was applause and no complaints. So the two were a bit surprised when they found themselves in the den of Frank's house with Molly and Arlene. Isabelle and Johnny, though still called "Squirt" by Frank, Arlene and often Molly, sat on a love seat, cuddled up and holding hands. Molly and Arlene sat on the couch, with an open cushion for Frank. "Okay guys, this is how we move. My grandmother lives alone in a big old house. She's going to be gone for three days and wants some house sitters just in case. She's told me she trusts me and she's met Arlene several times and Molly once. She'd like me to house sit those days with your close friends provided there is at least one adult present all the time. "The way it would be is that the chaperone would have a bedroom, depending on whether there will be one chaperone or two. Squirt or Johnny and Isabelle will have a kid's bedroom with two beds. By the way, I checked - it's easy to push the beds together. Arlene, Molly and I will share the master bed king size. Questions?" "What about others? Like my inviting Eddie to come at least for the day," Arlene asked. "Probably will work But a guest needs to be vouched for. So what do you think?" Murmurs of agreement came from all of them, especially Isabelle and Johnny. "Wow, us sleeping together. What could be better?" Johnny said. "Yeah. I hope he doesn't snore like my dad does sometime," Isabelle said. "I have an idea for a chaperone," Arlene said," but I'll have to talk to him first." "Sounds like a good idea. Now the next thing is for all of us to get parental approval. I already have mine and Squirts." "Johnny. Come on Frank, that's a kid's name . I'm a teen now with a girl friend," Johnny said. "Yeah. Johnny. Squirt is just childish," Isabelle said. "Yes it is, Molly said. "Frank you can be a stud, but Johnny is quite a boy. Please call my sister's boy friend,John or Johnny.'" "As Number Five, Frank, listen to Molly, our young teens, and me. Drop `Squirt' and call him by his real name." Johnny and Isabelle looked hard at Frank. "Well, I've been hit by both Number Five and Six. Okay. I'll use Johnny's real name from now on." Two weeks later the five walked into the home they would watch for three nights. An hour later Arlene introduced their chaperone, a middle aged man she addressed as "Uncle Billy." Isabelle noticed almost at once that Arlene paid a lot of attention to the older man. The six called out for pizza and cokes which Uncle Billy paid for and then a walk around the two story Victorian as they settled in to the room each would inhabit for the three nights, leaving Monday morning. For awhile they talked, then played some card games until about ten they all got ready for bed. There was a bit of older teen comment as Isabelle and Johnny went into their room and shut the door behind two grinning teens. As soon as it closed the two were in a hot clinch, kissing with roving hands until four hands began to undress each other until they were both nude. Only then did they think to put on some night clothe, Isabelle in a fairly short night gown and Johnny in pj pants. Then, with the ceiling light off and only a bedside lamp, the two got into bed together, with kisses and touches at once. Some five minutes later, Johnny eased the night gown off an uncomplaining Isabelle to throw it on the floor. After a few minutes Johnny slipped between Isabelle's spread legs to allow him access to her pussy, waiting for his tongue. This brought her hands scratching his bag as he drove her to her first cum. "Oh, God, Johnny. I want you so much," as she moved so she could bring down his pj pants. "God, I want your dick. Your nice black five inch dick." "Of course I want you to suck me," Johnny said hoarsely. "No. Later. We're the only virgins here. I'm safe right now. I want your dick inside my pussy. You've cum in my mouth. Cum in my pussy, Johnny. Your brother is fucking either my sister or her friend. Make love to my Johnny." Johnny kissed Isabelle hard, his hand slipping between her wet thighs, his finger sliding into her love canal. "You sure, my Ivory lady?" "Sure, my ebony lord. Perhaps now I will be your Number One and you will not look for a Number Two like Frank." The two kissed again as Isabelle spread her legs to allow Johnny access, his five inch cock hard and ready. Her knees came up as he positioned himself, but with some fumbling is cock found the entrance, so began its trip inside, sliding past the three year ago removal of her maidenhead caused by a gymnastics accident, allowing his cock to go as deep as he could. "Oh, God, Jony! So good. So good. So fucking good. Fuck me, Johnny. Screw me Johnny. Cum in my pussy." All the while the two moaned in their joy of each other and their new status of ex-virgins. They rested for awhile then came again, this time trying the doggie position mentioned by both Frank and Molly. Finally they fell asleep, almost from sexual exhaustion. The two teen nudes woke to bright sunlight and once more made love, this time back to the missionary position. They heard their individual sibling along with Arlene and Uncle Billy so they got out of their pushed together bed to hop into Johnny's pj pants and Isabelle's short nightgown to open the door to look for the other four. What they found were Frank, Molly, and Arlene, all wearing slippers and nothing else and Uncle Billy wearing only some jockeys. The two looked at each other, then smiled, turned and returned to their bedroom to strip off what little they'd had on. Then they came back out, each hiding their residual shyness. "Sleep well?" Uncle Billy said to the new arrivals holding hands. "We did," Johnny said. "Loose any sleep?" Arlene said, looking closely at the pair. "Seems like there may be a slight change of status." "Might be," Isabelle said. She smiled, a bit of evil in her eyes. "I had an accident at gymnastics practice when I was ten." At that Molly hugged her younger sister. "Frank. She's my kid sister. Hands off." "Of course," Frank said. "Two is plenty." "What about black girl friends Frank?" Arlene asked "Same as white girl friends, Arlene. Yes, I have a black girl friend and she has a white boy friend. Sort of like chess, I guess." Uncle Billy stuck his head from the kitchen, "Need two to help me. Come now." Isabelle and Johnny at once headed for the kitchen. Soon the three were hard at work frying bacon and sausages by the young teens while Uncle Billy stood for eggs to order. Soon Frank arrived with Arlene and Molly, ready to eat. Just as everybody lined up to get their food with Frank cooking the eggs, the doorbell rang. "Bet that's Eddie," Arlene said as she broke out of line to head for the door. She opened it to see Eddie at the door and her older brother David closing his car door Arlene had it open just enough for Eddie to see a bare shoulder and part of a bare boob. As David walked up the wide port's stairs he stopped. "Arlene, are you wearing anything?" "My slippers, Big Brother. If you want, come in, strip, and have breakfast. You, too, Eddie. How about a kiss?" Eddie gave her one, a long one, after which he went inside and began to disrobe. David shrugged his shoulders to follow suite. In the long run, there was plenty of food for breakfast. After clean up, couples wandered off, mostly to bedrooms - Arlene and Eddie, Isabelle and Johnny, Molly and Frank, and David and Billy. "Are Uncle Billy and Arlene's brother gay?" Isabelle asked. "From what Frank has said he got from Arlene is that her brother is bi. I guess Uncle Frank is too," Johnny said. "Well, let's make the best of it," Isabelle said. We have a bedroom and our beds ready. All we need is to get into the bed. How about it, Johnny?" "Let's get going," Johnny said as he grabbed Isabelle's hand to tow her to the room. Isabelle closed it as they passed through.
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