Tickling his balls and the pubic hair that surrounded them, I then drew his cock into my mouth as if I was sucking through a straw.
Taking as much of Dave's shaft deep into my mouth as I could, I swirled my tongue around the crown of his warm flesh. While my one hand continued to tickle his balls, my other formed around the base of his cock and began stroking him gently.
I gave him my total attention as I looked down my nose and saw the massive cock, sliding into my mouth. The view of his manhood flowing in and out, caused my vagina to contract again.
I felt that by giving myself to him totally, nothing else mattered more than fulfilling his desires at that moment.
There are many different forms of love. One loved their parents, yet loved brothers and sisters in a complete different way. It was still love. This was another form of love and could only be shared by the two of them. The Secret that they must always carry hidden deep inside themselves, was as it should be. It was a private feeling. One that chance had allowed them to have. We didn't love each other as husband and wife would… that would require marriage, this was a special love in its own right.
If just a rumor of this got out that Dave had even touched some one of my young age, his entire life would come to an end. If he was not killed in prison, the people of the backwards town that they lived in would shun him forever. His living depended on those townspeople. If anything happened to him, then he could no longer provide for his family. They would be torn apart, but most of all, the trust we had in each other would be broken.
If I had ever felt that he had crossed over that fine line that we had established, Dave said that he hoped that I would come to him and discuss the matter openly.
As he gazed down on me, with his phallus plunging itself into my young mouth, I wondered if he thought me so how innocent now.
My long flowing dark hair wrapped around his cock, teasing it with its gentle swaying. My just budding breasts were excited and my nipples stood forth almost farther than the mounds that surrounded them.
He could view my just forming pubic hair, not quite yet the triangle of passion that it would soon be.
I thought to myself that it was my own sexual needs that had allowed him to awaken my emotions. Was it his fault that I had lost some of my innocence? I knew deep inside myself that I could have easily chosen someone else, but had decided on being able to trust someone more experienced in the ways of life.
I had placed myself totally in his hands. But at this moment, it was more like he was in my hands… I felt that I would do anything in the world for him, and it wasn't just the heat of the moment.
Dear Diary,
It is here that I want to make another note that I believe I have made the correct decision in what I have done over the past days. I have reflected on my emotions, that I had before we explored each other, and again after. I know that I am more emotionally capable now than ever in the past. For that matter, every so often I read back into what I have written and it makes me hot just to think about some of these things.
Dave's cock drove itself deeper into the depth of my throat. I realized that if I relaxed herself and pretended to swallow his massive shaft, I could take more of his massive manhood into my mouth. Concentrating on taking his entire shaft as deep as it could go, I opened my eyes and just then felt his pubic hairs tickle my nose, I knew I had taken his entire manhood as deep as possible.
His balls slapped against my chin and the force that his thrusts gave, carried us into a more heated passion, building up deep inside me. My vagina quivered in anticipation of the giving of my total being to satisfying him.
As his cock pulsated, I could feel his cum building up. His sack tightened and I knew that he would explode any moment.
I was not wanting to stop giving him such intense pleasure, yet I was afraid that he would cum so hard as to gag me.
I took my mind off that fact by reaching down and playing with myself. My fingers pummeled my tiny mound. I felt my own orgasm building up as well. Just as he spurted his first load deep into my throat, I felt my vagina quiver and contract.
My own thrusting of my hips caused him to drive himself deeper into my mouth. His hot semen forced itself down my throat and lit my stomach on fire. I was now buckling at the knees with my etcasy. Sucking as much of his cock as possible and swallowing his sticky cum as fast as if spurted out of his shaft, I came again and again. His balls clenched as he reached peak and I drained them of every drop of semen that he could produce.
Dave's orgasm was so great that it dribbled out of my mouth. To say I didn't try to drink of his essence, would have been a great misconception.
As we finished, he lifted me up to stand next to him. With his stickey hot white semen still on my lips and face, he leaned over and french kissed me deep and hard.
We looked into each others eyes and though nothing was said, a thousand words passed between us.
Getting dressed, I headed out of the bathroom first. I entered the front room just as the other two were finishing their nintendo game. I just looked at them and said that I was going to go downtown for a few minutes and get a book to read for the night. Neither of the other two offered to go with me, so I took off and headed toward the subway.
Buying a ticket, I took more notice of the other males around me. I saw one boy about fifteen years of age traveling alone and standing by himself. I ambered on over in the general direction he was standing.
As we waited on the train to get there, I couldn't help notice his amazon tanned body. He was wearing a pair of cut off sweats that were about two sizes to large. I was disappointed that I couldn't see any bulge in his shorts though. The baggy pants prevented me from getting a good scope on him.
The train arrived on time, and they boarded. It was about a twenty minute ride to the next little town where a book store was located. Sitting across from each other, we kept staring at each other as if the compartment was totally empty. I knew that a great majority of the people on the train would get off at the next stop and mine was three more away. He kept looking down at my crotch and I knew he was undressing me with his eyes. He lifted his foot to tie one of his tennis shoes and I could see up his leg into the gap his leg had formed. I noticed that the boy was not wearing any underwear. The head of his cock was in plain view for me to look at.
If this had been yesterday, I might have looked the other way, but now I was deeply interested and curious in the opposite sex and was curious what this boy might have to offer.
His gaze was unwaving towards my crotch, so I obliged him by reaching down with one hand and covering it up.
At first he showed disappointment, but then he realized that with every jolt of the train my fingers were pressing against the tiny cleft it was covering. His cock grew hard at this thought and began peeking out the leg of his cut-offs. I pretended not to notice, but couldn't help staring in amazement at his juvenile sized erect penis.
The size of his manhood was so much smaller than Daves, that I felt no intimidation, but wanted to tease this boy as far as I could in the short trip they were taking.
As the train traveled over a particularly bumpy part of the tracks, I watched him, watching my hand pump itself harder against my crotch. His cock became even more rigid and he could see my love juices starting to soak the material of my shorts.
He was just able to make out the outline of my slit as I ran my fingers up and down the length of the thin material that separated me from exposing myself to his heated gaze.
The train came to a stop and every passenger in their compartment departed at that exit. This left him completely alone with me. Looking around, the boy noticed we were now by ourselves, yet was afraid to go near me, for fear that I might be just tempting him along and then would scream. So he continued watching me play with myself, and his cock demanded to be released.
He calmly stretched and pretended to be scratching his leg, but in reality was pulling the leg of his shorts higher, so that my view of his throbbing cock would increase.
As he did this, I began pushing the thin material of my shorts between the lips formed in the mound between my legs.
He saw this and took it one step farther. He exposed the length of his cock and grabbing his shaft in one hand, began pumping it up and down.
I was not to be out done and even though embarrassed, I also pulled my shorts to one side, exposing my tiny mound giving him a good view of my playing with myself. By now the boy was completely excited. He started to get up from his seat, when I let go of the elastic that held my shorts to the side. It denied him the view he had a few seconds ago. He sat back down in his original location, noting that this was a "peep-show" only.
As he stroked his shaft, and I forgave his attempt to come near me, by pulling my shorts to one side again.
He watched my fingers now expertly jam themselves deep inside my tiny pussy. His balls boiled over and he ejaculated so hard that it seemed his cum might reach the other side of the compartment, where I was busy poking my cherry.
I watched him spurt his seed forth and as his orgasm reached peak, I obtained my own. My vagina contracted and the boy watched as my fingers now maddening pumped themselves deep inside my love canal. He watched my other hand fly to my nipples and squeeze them tighter as I began to cum. My legs were now beating back and forth and I continued until pumping myself dry.
Just then the announcement came over the speaker that we had arrived came to our stop. Boy was that conductor right. I had indeed cum to my destination.
Dear Diary,
Boy was that last bit long winded. I just couldn't stop writing down the things that had happened. I was writing almost as fast as I was experiencing new and exciting modes of arousals. I will stop for a few minutes and get dressed for school now. It is as if I have to get this written before the end of summer.
Leaving the train, I walked toward the store and entering it, saw some boys standing over by the magazine rack. There was giggling and pointing to a picture in one of the adult magazines. I brushed passed them with a glance down at the centerfold. It showed a woman bent over and licking her own vagina. I thought is sure must have been painful for the woman to have gotten into that position. Then I wondered if it would be physically possible for me to do something like that. Life left so much to explore.
Getting some candy, gum and a teenage romance novel, I proceeded to the check-out counter and paid for my items.
I kept thinking that I had forgotten to purchase something of importance, but couldn't remember what it might have been.
Walking out of the door, I noticed the boys had gone outside the store and were standing around laughing at each other. One of the boys looked over at me and said something I didn't quite hear, but when he threw an object at me, I caught it out of instinct.
Looking at the item in my hand, I saw that it was a pack of condoms. I just glared at the boys and headed back for the train area, ignoring their taunts. I had never even seem a condom, let alone held one.