How often in history has an older stepbrother "fooled around" with his younger stepsister? Times without number. It is perhaps true that no family, broken and then combined with part of another, is free of some sexual activity between the children involved.
One might even go so far as to say that such stepbrother-sister sexual activity, in one degree or another, is normal – because of its frequency and universality. It could be one of the better sexual education systems in modern society… if society had the courage to investigate and admit it.
But I'm not praising it or trying to encourage it; the chances of sexual trauma are too great for the younger partner, whatever the child may learn about sex in the process. The adult in adult-child sexual encounters or seductions is not often a trained psychologist or interested in protecting the tender psyche of the sexually precocious but emotionally immature child he is dealing with.
But often he must go slowly, and cleverly, to protect himself, if the child is a stepsister and in a position to get him into deep, humiliating trouble.
Often parents of developing girls are careless in providing older stepbrothers opportunity, and stupid in not giving the child sexual information when she needs it.
This was the case with Donald and Louisa.
Donald began to tell me of his sexual adventures with his "sexy little" stepsister while he was drunk one night in a bar. He didn't know me beyond the fact that I was a writer of sex studies. He was anonymous – a young man in a dim booth talking softly under the blare of a juke box.
I asked him if he'd tell the story in detail into a tape recorder. I said I didn't want real names and if any slipped in I would change them.
He agreed and we went to my apartment. It took him about an hour to tell it all, with my prompting and questioning. I have edited the transcribed manuscript to omit my part and his many irrelevant asides. And, as part of my agreement with him, I have destroyed the tape after transcribing it.
The following is Donald's confession.
"See, there I was conned into staying in the house Friday night while my mother and stepfather went out to see this stupid movie with Julie Andrews in it."
"I didn't have anywhere to go. I didn't have a girl then. I was twenty-one and still a little scared of girls then."
"So Mom and him lay out a lot of bribes – ice cream in the freezer for me – and some good specials on TV, and they track out to the car and go."
"Then I see Louisa in her bedroom and her door is open and I can see her reflection in the dresser mirror. She's undressing for her bath and I come alive because Louisa is only eleven years old, you know? But she has the tits of a sixteen-year-old."
"See, she's his daughter, and Mom got her in the deal. He's Greek and we're mostly German-English, and his first wife was Italian – so you see Louisa had that hot Mediterranean blood in her. They bloom fast. She sure did. Eleven years old and she's got those big dark eyes, sexy eyes, like she was born knowing how to fuck."
"She was standing by her bed skinning down her jeans. I was in the kitchen and was looking down the hall to her room. My room was down in the basement. She stepped out of those jeans and I got a beautiful sight of her little round ass and nice legs. She had a body, a real body on her, and then she pulls off her sweater and stands there in her white bra – yeah, Mom made her wear one – and she walks out of sight for a minute and I'm hoping she comes into view of that mirror again – and she does, and she's stark naked."
"I stopped breathing. Jeeeesus what a perfect little body! I got a hard-on so fast you wouldn't believe it."
"I guess I'm a tit man, you know? All I could see was those beautiful white tits sticking out. Not round… she had those pear-shaped kind that really stick out, with pink knobs at the tips. That's what knocked me out, too, was those swollen little knobs, and the nipple sort of a quiet little, darker pink nub in the middle of the knob."
"So I get a tight throat and a gut-empty feeling, and I'm staring like crazy, and my prong is stiff and hot on my belly. And she puts on her robe and I see she didn't have any pussy hair – smooth as silk down there, with a little slit far in between her thighs."
"Then she comes out of her room and goes into the bathroom and shuts the door. I got ideas plenty, but I was scared. I went into the living room and turned on the TV. What the hell could I do? – walk in on her in the tub? Yeah, I thought about it."
"A half an hour goes by and I'm watching a comedy or something and I'm thinking about her and my hard-on is gone, but it's still laying half hard, sort of tingling and feeling ready to go… you know how your prick feels sometimes? I knew I was going to pull it out and jack off as soon as she went to bed. I've got a big one, too."
"Louisa came out of the bathroom all damp and steamy and her robe was just red cotton with white dots on it. And she came into the living room and the robe is buttoned, but her tits – God, those nice, juicy tits – stuck out and jiggled some when she walked over to see what I had on the TV."
"She wanted to stay up and watch some of the Cavett Show because he was going to have a big rock star on – I forget who now – and I started getting ideas."
"But she beat me to it. She plopped her ass on the sofa next to me and watched the stupid detective show that was on for a minute, and she makes a face and says, 'Donny, can I ask a question… a sex question?'"
"Sure," I said. I was casual but I was getting hard again.
"Myra told me boys have little babies in their nuts and they shoot them into a girl's stomach and that's how girls get preggie. Is that right?'"
"It blew my mind, that coming out of Louisa, but we liked each other, and we horsed around sometimes, but I kept my hands safe, you know, and I swore a lot when the folks weren't around. Shit, kids know all the words anyway."
"So I said, 'Sort of. It's kind of complicated, though.'"
"How?"
"I dodged at first and got cold guts and told her to ask Mom. But she said she tried to and Mom got up-tight and told her she wasn't old enough to know that yet. So it was my chance and I started building insurance all over – you know, 'I'll tell you but you got to promise not to tell Mom or your dad I did.' Like that."
"She crossed her heart and promised. So I took a big chance and said I could show her easier than tell it, and asked if she'd ever seen a boy's nuts and penis."
"You know, she got a secret smile and said no. And, yes, she wanted to see mine, and it was just between us… she was curious as hell."
"But my hard-on was shrunk. Scared. But I unzipped and pulled out the limp little thing, and my balls."
"She stared and put her hand out and said, 'Can I feel 'em?'"
"Sure." And she started playing and fingering the balls at first, in the sack, you know. She said, "They do feel like nuts – little walnuts. Is that where the babies are made?'"
"I started to get a little technical and my prong started to fill up. And she saw it and started to feel it. She got her little fingers around it and lifted it up as it got longer and stiffer. She was all eyes and questions."
"God, it felt good with her handling it like that – that curious, innocent touch, first time holding a prick. She was a virgin to everything!"
"She was all eyes at how big it got. I've got nearly seven inches hard, so you know it was pretty terrific to her."
"I told her the seed came up the tube inside the penis and squirted into a woman's womb. She didn't know what a womb was… so I just casually, as if it was okay and perfectly right, I said, 'Take off your robe and I'll show you where your womb is.' Like I was doing her a favor and it was a bore."
"So she hopped off the sofa and unbuttoned her robe and opened it up and said, 'Where?' She was standing right in front of me."
"My heart was thudding away like mad and I was scared, but those lovely tits of hers were right there! And her body was so damn smooth and young and curvy. She had the shape of a woman – but no hair on her pussy. And those ripe, white pears sticking out, begging my hands to squeeze and rub."
"Shit, man… I guess my hands shook but I reached out and pointed to under her belly button and pushed my finger against her belly and said, 'In there.' And I put my hand flat on her belly and rubbed in a small hot circle and told her, her belly would get bigger and bigger and stick out when she was pregnant. And I said her breasts would get bigger and bigger, too, when she was pregnant."
"And I did it, man, I put my hands on those sweet tits! God, they were like hot yeast, so spongy and smooth and silky and… shit, what a double handful! That was the first time a man ever touched them. I was the first. God, were they nice."
"And that was the minute she knew I was getting sexy with her – the way I fondled her tits – and her eyes got sort of sparkly and warm. And felt her nipples get hard – sort of grow out those knobs on the end of her breasts."
"So there I was leaning forward, staring at my hands, and my hands rubbing over her sweet tits, and she was letting me do it, just standing there holding open her robe, watching my hands on her tits, and I guess she was getting a charge out of it."
"After about half a minute of me doing that, rubbing up her breasts, she whispered, 'That feels funny.'"
"I said it was supposed to feel good and make her sort of glow and feel itchy and want it more."
"Is this part of making love?"
"I nodded and said, 'It's safe, though. You can't get pregnant this way.'"
"She said she knew that. She said she knew a man had to fuck a girl before it happened. And I kept on squeezing – rubbing her lovely tits, soft and easy, trying to get her hot, to see what else she'd let me do."
"She sort of edged closer to me, closer and closer, till I opened my knees up and she moved in between. She was watching my hands and was watching my prong, too. It was like a rock, sticking up out of my pants."
"She said, 'I want to do things with your penis.' She got down on her knees between my legs so she could reach my prong. And while I kept on playing with her tits she reached out and started playing with my prick and balls. God, what a situation."
"She didn't know how to jack a man off or anything. She just squeezed and rubbed and flopped it around."
"I asked her if she wanted to see me squirt seed, and she nodded quick and said, 'Go ahead.' She was kind of pink in the face… warm all over. Her breasts were really warm, and her little nipples were hard. I saw she was pressing her thighs together, tensing her inner thigh muscles, like her little pussy was getting itchy."
"I said, 'You have to help me by rubbing the skin up and down.' I showed her how to hold my prick and how to jack me. Then I went back to rubbing her breasts."
"She started to pump the skin up and down, but too low. So I showed her how to run the skin up over the head."
"She started again and I knew from the first I was going to go off in a minute. She didn't do it very fast and her arm got tired quick, so she used both hands – like churning butter."
"I stared at her tits and squeezed them and molded them with the pink tips and felt the hot pressure building up in my guts… and little Louisa just watched my prick like a hawk because she didn't want to miss seeing me squirt."
"She was getting tired just when I was on the edge. I said, 'Just a little bit more…' and she knew I was about ready. She stuck her tongue out and concentrated on pumping me and got her face close. Shit, I felt it coming up and I squeezed her tits and went all tight and looked down at my prick and I was panting. And I said, 'Now – fast!' And she pumped faster and she took a tighter grip with both hands… and that was it!"
"I squirted like a fucking geyser. A gob of the stuff shot way up and landed on my arm and another gob went up and hit the cushion and then some got on her wrist and hands. But she had sense enough to keep on jacking me while I went off."
"Her eyes were big when she saw the stuff shoot up and then pump out onto her hands. She giggled, too, like it was funny."
"She kept on pumping till I told her to stop. She said, 'Did it hurt you?'"
"I said it felt great when I shot, no matter how my face looked, because the feeling was so strong. I got out a hanky and we wiped up."
"She said, 'Could I get that feeling too?'"
"Sure, if you want to."
"How? I don't have a penis thing to rub like a man."
"Yes, you do, but it's real small and you have to know where to look."
"She said she didn't have any little thing, and I said it was down inside the lips of her pussy – she knew what her pussy was – and she still didn't believe me, so I said I'd show her if she wanted me to."
"I was offhand about it because I was empty – you know – I was sort of desexed for a few minutes, and there wasn't any big thrill at the moment about fingering Louisa."
"She was suspicious. 'Okay… but just with your finger. You better not try to fuck me.'"
"So I agreed. I didn't want to fuck her then, anyway. I really didn't want to bust her cherry. I figured there'd be blood and she'd cry and maybe tell Mom. I didn't need that scene. I was taking enough chances as it was."
"She sat on the sofa beside me. To make her feel safer I zipped up. Then I started feeling up her breasts again. I couldn't keep my hands off them."
"I told her the best way was to make her tits feel warm and itchy first, then rub her clit. I had to stop with her tits and show her, her clit."
"She had one, all right. She was a developed little girl. Up close, I could see the beginning of some fuzz on her mound."
"I got her to open up her legs wide, and hold her pussy lips open and look where I pointed. Her clit was a little pink pea that sort of peeked out when she spread herself that way."
"I touched it with my fingertip. I rubbed it for a second or two. She got a funny, surprised look in her eyes."
"I said, 'Rub that little bud and you'll get the same feeling I did, maybe better.'"
"You do it, Donny. I did you."
"'All right. I'll show you how.' I wasn't any expert on fingering off girls… I'd only done it four or five times to a girl when I was nineteen… but I figured I could get Louisa off."
"I started sucking her tits… and rubbing her clit at the same time. She liked it. God, it was incredible to suck on those knobs on her breasts and lick the nipple in my mouth."
"I had her squirming around on the sofa almost right away. 'It feels funny,' she kept saying, and she kept her eyes open, watching me suck her tits and watching my hand between her legs."
"She kept her thighs wide open and her little ass kept squirming. She was breathing through her mouth, too."
"My finger was in her juice, too. She was wet. Really slippery stuff. It made tickling her clit easy and I guess it felt wonderful to her."
"It took about ten minutes the first time. She fought it some. But I kept my fingertip flicking over that little pea, and she started breathing faster and faster and getting scared of what was going on in her… the weird sensations, I guess."
"She was almost there and she was jerking her hips sort of automatically, and really hot, and gasping for air and she said, wide-eyed and like in a panic, 'What's happening to me?'"
"I said, 'Enjoy it, it's what happened to me inside. It's natural. It's a climax.' And her clit felt to me like it had a charge of electricity or something – it had a special stiffness to it – and she suddenly just held her breath and her eyes bulged and she flopped away and fell away to the floor and started to cry."
"I was scared, too. I went down on my knees and soothed her and told her to take it easy, and asked what was wrong. And she said it was like something hot tearing open in her belly and it scared her… like her insides were glowing and getting kind of 'wound up' and jittery."
"I petted her and said it was a climax and okay and nothing was wrong, it felt that way for everybody."
"But she was still scared. It was all too new."
"She went to bed. I tried to give her some ice cream and said she could watch Cavett, but she just went to her room and shut the door. And I started to sweat. I could just see Mom calling me down for fooling around… and if the old man ever found out – shit! So long, Donald! He'd probably hand me over to the cops!"
"So I sweated all next day. And a whole week went by before I felt halfway safe."
"Louisa went around frowning a lot. She hardly said a word to me. But she didn't avoid me, either, and I kept cracking jokes to show I wasn't worried."
"One day a week later, when I got home from Mickey-Mouse five-and-dime job I had then, she was the only one in the house. I didn't do a thing. I went right down to my room in the basement – it was a party room converted – and I started to change clothes. Then I heard her coming down the stairs. So I figured quick she was interested in doing it again, so I was in my shorts and shirt and I didn't bother to jump into pants or grab a robe."
"I was right, too. Louisa peeked in through the curtain that hangs in the doorway and smiled. 'Can I talk with you a minute?'"
"I said sure and lounged on my bed and my prong started to get big in my shorts. I let her see it, too."
"She came into my little room and said she wanted to talk about climaxes. She was sort of blushing and quiet and wouldn't meet my eyes at first."
"I cut right through the fluff. I said, 'You want to try it again?' My prick was swelling up good. She noticed it – I saw her eyes take it in."
"She stopped pretending to be a nice little girl. She grinned and nodded. She said, 'I'll make you squirt if you'll rub my pussy like you did before.'"
"Okay, but where's Mom and your dad?"
"'They went over to Aunt Florence's. They said they'd be back by five.' That gave us at least a half an hour. I told her okay, but we'd have to get right to it. And I pushed down my shorts. The prong was hard, man, and jumping a little, with the skin down and the head out. It felt like it was a foot long."
"Louisa came across and took hold of both hands again. She climbed up on the bed. 'You ever put this in girls?'"
"I said once in a while. Truth is I was practically a virgin, then. I'd only done it once. Anyway, I told Louisa she had to get undressed, too. She didn't want to, not all the way, because Mom and her dad might come back early or something. So I said just take off your bra and panties and leave your blouse open and your skirt on. I wanted to suck her tits! They were mouth-watering. I wasn't just going to rub them this time!"
"She did what I said, and settled down beside me on the bed and I pushed her blouse open all the way and there they were… like strawberry-tipped scoops of vanilla ice cream – that's corny, Louisa's breasts were out of sight… just ideal. Sticking up so pert and neat."
"I said, 'Let me work you up a little, first.' And I got my hands on her breasts and real easy started to squeeze and rub and finger the nipples to make them stick out… it was fun to watch them grow and get stiff. And her knobs got sort of bloated, too, and harder than at first, when I started on them."
"After a minute I said, 'Know what feels good? Having a guy suck your titties.'"
"She said, 'Go ahead if you want to.' But her eyes got a little wider."
"I got my mouth down on one of those knobs right away… licking on it, licking the nipple, my lips tight on it, sucking the knob way into my mouth. It got to her, too, I could tell. Her breath caught and she made a little good sound, you can tell."
"I was in some kind of heaven. God, man, you have no idea how lovely her breasts were… how they stuck up at you all by themselves, all pale and smooth like silk and warm and soft, sort of firm and yielding… and those knobs… puffed up with the nipple sticking up in the middle, just begging to be touched and sucked. God! It gets me, just remembering it."
"She really liked it. She really enjoyed it. Then she whispered, 'Do my pussy, like before.'"
"I almost said I'd go down on her instead. But I had a flash that that would blow her mind too so soon. So I promised myself I'd get her to enjoying clit tickling, get her coming back for more and more, then lick her off and maybe… maybe… talk her into sucking me off!"
"I slid my right hand down under her skirt and onto her naked mound and she opened her legs nice and wide for me. She remembered. And I stroked my finger up and down over the lips down there and I'm telling you they oozed juice. She was ready, hot, and she wanted that special tickling."
"So I pushed my finger in and did a little exploring… in her hole, her vagina… and sure enough, she was a virgin. Then I eased the fingertip up onto her hard little clit and she took a quick breath and her hips gave a little jump. Yeah, I knew she liked it! I had Louisa wet for coming."
"I started rubbing her clit in little circles, slow, very slow, tantalizing her, rolling that slippery little pea like it was a ball bearing in oil. And I sucked on her titties, too, all the time, keeping my mouth full, licking those sweet nipples and knobs."
"She was hot and getting hotter. And she wasn't scared this time, either. I think she experimented with herself in bed after that first time with me, and she fingered herself off, and it was good, but she wanted the fun of having somebody else do it. Because it's always better that way."
"She surprised me, then. She was squirming around again, rubbing her ass on the bed, and then she felt around with her hand and grabbed my prong and started pumping it fast as she could. She kept losing her grip because her hand was small and I've got a pretty thick prick, but it was so good I was close to shooting in a minute."
"But then she forgot about pumping me because she was going off herself… and did she! Man, that little girl had a climax so strong I thought she was having a fit! I mean, she started moaning and breathing like she was running – fast – and jumping her hips up and down and squirming. Her chest and neck and face got all mottled, and that little slit of hers was drooling juice."
"She was so far gone I could have broken her cherry with my finger and she wouldn't have known."
"She finally went past the peak, though, and got quiet. I kept on fingering her. I was curious if she could come again right away. She didn't stop me, and I had another flash – she had tickled herself off in bed more than once… she probably had done it a couple of times in a row, just experimenting."
"She smiled soft and nice at me. 'That was wonderful, Donny. I like it a lot now.'"
"I remembered we didn't have much time, so I said, 'Do me now, and if we have the time I'll do you off again.'"
"She nodded and sat up and got up on her knees between my legs and grabbed a hold of my prong with both hands again, like the first time, and started pumping fast and good. Shit, what a sweet grip she had! Just right. I didn't have to adjust it or tell her how to do it again. She remembered."
"I was looking down my body and seeing her jack me off – with her lips pressed together in concentration and her luscious little breasts joggling and jiggling with the jerking of her hands shaking her body."
"It took only about half a minute. She got me going… in no time I was gritting my teeth and feeling that stuff coming up the tube like I was a volcano."
"She knew, too. That little minx knew and she watched me shoot and she pumped me even faster and she said, 'Ooooo, that one went way high!'"
"I felt like I was squirting my brains out. Jesus, that was a good one. I get a hard-on just remembering like this."
"The stuff was all over – on the bed, on my shirt, on her hands. But she didn't seem to mind it. She even put her hand up to her nose and smelled it. She said it smelled like fish oil. I almost said, 'Taste it once,' but I didn't. I got up and got a rag and wet it in the laundry tub in the other part of the basement and came back and wiped it all up."
"That's the trouble with shooting off like that – it's so messy. I wish men didn't have stuff sometimes. It would sure solve a lot of problems."
"We didn't have a chance to do anything more. We heard the car come up the driveway. Mom and Louisa's Dad were back!"
"She got white in the face and got her bra on quick and was stepping into her panties just as we heard them come into the house upstairs. I got into my pants just as quick."
"I got cute and winked at Louisa and called up the stairs, 'Hey, Mom, will you tell Louisa to leave me alone? She's down here bothering me all the time!'"
"Louisa picked up on it right away. She yelled back she was just looking for something she lost and Mom told her to come upstairs and help her get supper ready."
"So Louisa grumbled and grinned at me and went upstairs. I knew we had a thing going we both liked a lot. I knew I'd see her again first chance there was."
"But we didn't get a good chance to be alone for a couple weeks at least. Really alone so we could get undressed and have a ball."
"She came down to my basement room a lot of times to 'bother me' while Mom was upstairs, or her dad was home, too. But she couldn't stay long… it was just quick stuff. You know, she'd pull her panties down to her ankles and hop up on the bed and I'd give her a quick fingering-off."
"She was always wet when I got my finger in her little slit, too. And she went off quicker and quicker, too. Till, after the tenth time – she managed to see me sometime or other for a few minutes every night – after about the tenth time she could have a climax in about two minutes."
"And she learned to just enjoy it in silence, too. She'd sort of hold her breath and grab my pillow and press it over her face when she came. She moaned a little bit, but even I could barely hear it, and she bit the pillow, too. And her pussy was all over the bed, jerking up and down, and sideways."
"So that took maybe three to five minutes, giving her an orgasm, and then she'd sit up and I'd get my prong out for her and she'd two-hand me off – whoosh, you know? I was always ready for that."
"We'd drop a hanky over the end of my prick a second before I squirted to keep the stuff from shooting all over. She got better and better at jacking me off… she could tell when to go fast. One time when we had time she pumped me up close till I was dribbling, almost ready to go off, then she stopped cold and let my prick simmer down. Then she grabbed it with both hands again and jacked me up to the edge. She did that three times and then the fourth time just kept on pounding her hands up and down – but fast – and I shot my nuts out! I thought I'd go through the roof! God! What a sexy little girl! God, what I had going for me… and I blew it! Shit, if I'd been smart I would have nursed her along and waited till she was old enough… right about now… and married her."
"Louisa's almost seventeen now – you know? – and she's a knockout! You'd swear model or movie star. And those incredible tits of hers are so big and ripe now. God! And I can't get near her."
"Yeah. Back to how I blew it. That was stupid Donald at his most stupid, that scene."
"We finally got together – another time when Mom and him went out to a show – and Louisa's eyes were shining with secret looks at me during supper. Was she hot for another long session! And I had a hard-on like you get sometimes when you know a good sex time is coming."
"I was going to try something different with her. I figured she was ready for it."
"So when the car pulled out and away went the folks, I headed for Louisa's room. She was already getting out of her clothes. I started to unbuckle and sat on her bed. But she said she didn't want to do anything in her room, let's go downstairs, and let her take a bath first."
"That was okay, I wanted her good and clean for what I was going to do. In fact, I hurried up and took a quick bath before her."
"Then I went downstairs and waited. I could hear her fill the tub – the pipes thumped – and hear her pull the plug, and then hear her bare feet slapping on the rubber runners as she came down the stairs."
"I only had a robe on. I was laying on my bed with a hard-on sticking up like a tent pole – to see what she'd say when she saw it that way."
"Louisa came through the doorway curtain and laughed. She was in a robe, too, the same one she wore that first time."
"She came over to the bed and climbed on. There wasn't any modesty or anything. She flipped open my robe and started playing with my prick. She liked to squeeze it as hard as she could to see if it hurt me. It didn't because she didn't have enough strength in her arms. She was just an eleven-year-old girl. In age and height and weight, yes, eleven years old. But with curves and those tits. Those mouth-watering tits. And she was learning quick about sex and she liked it a lot."
"She started whapping my prick around, bouncing it off my balls and like that. And I started unbuttoning her robe."
"I got her naked in a minute and started feeling up her out-of-sight tits. Then I slipped a finger down between her pussy lips and started tickling her clit in the juice."
"We were laying side by side, only opposite, in a kind of open sixty-nine, you know. That way it was easy for her to reach over and play with my prong and I had a clear way for my hand between her legs, and my finger doing little circles and up and down."
"And I said, after I had her going good, I said, 'Hey, Louisa, you want to feel something great, even better than coming this way?'"
"She said, 'Maybe. What?'"
"And I said, 'Let me go down on you. Let me tongue you off.'"
"You mean stick your tongue in me?" Her dark eyes got wide. She knew what it was, I mean, she'd heard about it, but she didn't think I'd do it. She said, "You want to?"
"Sure. Why not? Nothing wrong with it. The girls love it!" I was bullshitting there… I hadn't ever done it before. Other guys told me they did it, though, and they said their girls went crazy for it.
"And I had this wild yen to do it to Louisa. Give it to her for the first time in her life… drive her up the wall with it. Make her want it all the time… have her begging me for it, have her promising to do anything if I'd do it to her again. Yeah. Dream on."
"She giggled, just like a little girl, because she was embarrassed. She said, 'Go ahead and do it if you want to.' Then she said, 'But I won't put your thing in my mouth, just because you do it to me.'"
"I asked why not – because that's just what I was working to, you know? She just shrugged and made a face and said, 'Just because,' the way kids do."
"So I said – stupid – I said she didn't have to worry about me squirting in her mouth if she did try sucking me once, for a minute. And even if I did shoot when she was doing it, I said the stuff tasted good, that lots of girls liked the taste."
"I told her all about a girl who liked to suck me off. See, this girl was a figment… just made up… and how this girl said it tasted like hot gravy."
"I could see Louisa was skeptical. She said, 'It smells like fish.' And I said, 'Yes, but she – this girl – said it tasted like warm gravy. So it can't be so bad, even if I did happen to go off, that's all.' I didn't push it. I let it go. I wanted to go down on her and get her crazy for it."
"So I shifted around and started licking her breasts and sucking up the knobs and getting her nipples hard and I kept on fingering her till she went off – wild ass jumping around and holding her breath and going 'Mmmmmmmmmmm' in her throat even with the folks gone."
"Then I started kissing and licking down her body… over her warm, smooth skin. She had skin like white velvet, and I loved to run my hands over any part of her, just to feel that warm, smooth skin. She was rounded… no sharp corners or bones poking up. God, it was something to smell her like that, naked and sort of soapy and soft and warm and young."
"I licked down over her belly and onto her mound and I wet down the beginning hairs she had there, and I pushed open her thighs wide, real wide, and licked down into the warm damp place, down between, and licked along those dark pink pussy lips. I got a taste of her juice, too… kind of tart and tasteless and a little bit metallic and acidy too. A girl's juice there has a special taste… no way to tell in words what it's like. Every man has to find out for himself."
"I started pointing my tongue and stabbing it inside her there – and I was trying to hit her clit."
"I guess I stabbed right on the button because her hips gave a little jerk and I looked up and she was up on her elbows watching me do it and there was a funny look on her face… kind of disgusted, but liking it, too."
"I was digging it. It was sexy as hell for me. I had a stiff on like a piece of lead. I finally got my mouth right down on her pussy – on those wet lips – and I dug my tongue right in and got a good taste of her in there and I licked around in there and finally found her clit – it was stiff, too, and a little higher up than my tongue was, so I lifted my head a bit and started licking that little hard pea in between those inside folds that almost hide it."
"It's altogether different for a guy, licking a girl off, than fingering her or fucking her. I mean, you're right down there with your face against her pussy, and she's got you with her legs, and it's a helluva lot more personal."
"Louisa was going 'Oooo…' and starting to squirm against my mouth almost from the beginning. She was really reacting, she really liked it. And the more she liked it the more I liked doing it. I licked that clit faster and faster, till my jaws were tired and my tongue was aching and felt strained."
"The thing was, I couldn't stop because Louisa was going into a big climax – rubbing her pussy all over my face, moaning and panting like a steam engine, and even rubbing and squeezing her own tits with both hands, and with her eyes tight shut and a scrunched up look on her face."
"I kept licking her and holding her hips and trying to breathe a little. She was wild, really out of control. I was really giving her something to think about. The climax was blowing her mind, just wiping her out."
"And it went on for a minute, a good long minute, before she started to relax. I stopped and lifted my head up out of that socket and asked her how she liked it. I was grinning."
"She looked used up, all loose and soft and sat. She just said, 'You know.' And the way she said it was great for me."
"I wiped my mouth with the sheet and figured I'd let my jaw and tongue rest for a while. I wanted to lick her off again before we had to quit."
"Louisa said, 'I want a drink.' She closed up her robe and went upstairs. I was afraid she wasn't going to come back, even to jack me off."
"But she did, with a glass of milk and a couple maple bars. Mom is queer for maple bars and so is Louisa. They eat half a dozen a day."
"She gave me one of them and got back up on the bed without spilling her full glass. She drank and chewed and swallowed and stared at me."
"I asked, 'You liked that, huh?'"
"I guess I did pretty much." She swallowed and drank and broke into a grin. "Wow. I still tingle."
"Do it again for you if you want."
"Okay!" She finished her milk and had a little bit of her maple bar left. She fingered off some of the soft dark frosting and smeared it on the head of my half-soft prick. She giggled.
"What are you doing?"
"Making myself something to suck on."
"You going to do it?"
"I guess. I guess I'll try it once." She put the last of the maple bar in her mouth and licked her fingers while she started to play with my prick with her other hand.
"I got so hard so fast you wouldn't believe it. I kept watching the smear of brown syrup on the head of my prick and seeing her mouth down there on it – sucking, and licking."
"She took it in both hands and started jacking me off slow and easy. Then she brought her head close and seemed to decide, and then she stuck her little pink tongue out – like a kitten's tongue – and she licked at the syrup a couple times."
"She giggled and started to lick again, harder and faster, holding my prick like a club in her hands, and it started to get to me – the sensations. She was licking right in the right place, you know, underneath the head in that sensitive place."
"She stopped and asked, 'Feel good?' When I nodded, she said, 'Tell me if the gravy is going to squirt.' And she started licking again."
"After a minute she started to dig doing it; or something – she started taking the whole head into her mouth. Shit, it was like she was a born cock-sucker. She knew, she knew… she started using her tongue and sucking and bobbing her head up and down, and on top of that, she started pumping the skin up and down, too!"
"I couldn't take much of that! It was too effective! That cute little chick, with her long black hair and those lovely tits jiggling and hanging down, brushing my legs… and that sucking mouth of hers, and the way both her hands had a hold of my prick, slowly pumping up and down, with her mouth coming down on it, taking the head and a couple inches besides, when her hands went down, and raising up when her hands came up… like synchronized."
"God, it wasn't a minute before I got that hot, tingling, burning, gathering feeling in my guts. I knew I had to tell her but I didn't want to lose her mouth."
"So the feeling got stronger and stronger and I was getting tense and tight and stiff, and I could feel it coming."
"I didn't tell her. I couldn't. I thought she knew I was ready, from the way I was breathing and stiffening up like a board."
"And then my prick was shooting and I was in some kind of orgasm! I thought the top of my head was going to come off. I couldn't see straight. God, I must have shot that stuff right into her throat… I guess that first one came just when she had her mouth all the way down."
"Then I was squirting in the air and she had jerked her head up and she – her eyes were wide and shocked and her mouth was open and I saw the white stuff dribbling out and her mouth was turned down in an awful expression and she made a terrible retching sound and spit on my legs and the bed and everything. She didn't vomit but I thought she would."
"I said I was sorry but she started to cry and ran upstairs."
"I was scared shitless. If she was really mad and told… So I went upstairs, too, and said I was sorry and everything. She was in the kitchen eating sugar right out of the bowl."
She said, "It's all slimy!"
"Anyway, I got her to promise not to tell. I gave her some money, too. But everything was ruined after that. I tried a couple times to make up and hint around that we could do the hand-and-finger routine again, but she wouldn't do it."
"So I blew it with her… no pun intended. I really screwed myself up. God – when I think of her tits, and how she is now…"
Sexually precocious Louisa is now, as one can guess from the foregoing, a thriving and lovely young lady. Donald, however, still suffers pangs of guilt. Thus we see that, although the child's psyche may be tender, the adult psyche, with its more fully developed superego, is more susceptible, in some cases, to harm.