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The Yellowstone supervolcano has erupted. The radioactive fallout from the nuclear war was finally settling down out of the atmosphere, and the permanent cloud layer from the meteor impact was thinning somewhat, letting sunlight through for the first time in weeks, and now this shit. Fuck my life. As I choke on the sulfurous fumes and wade through the waist-deep ash seeking shelter from the nuclear winter enveloping the earth, I realize that an African has stolen my bicycle and smoked my AIDS medication in an attempt to get high.
Fuck my life.
Of course, my misfortune is your gain; the best artists are the ones who suffered, right?
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This semester was going to be great. I had three classes on Mon-Wed-Fri scattered throughout the whole day, but Tues-Thur I only had one class, and it was first thing in the morning. Once it was over, the rest of my day was free.
Better still, one of my M-W-F courses was actually a PE course, alternating jogging and gym exercise. I was still worried about the infamous Freshman Fifteen and wanted to gain some muscle to attract girls.
I'm not entirely sure why I was still worried about attracting college girls then; I really was only concerned with one girl at the time, and she was far from college age. After a while I just stopped caring about girls my own age; I wonder when it actually happened. I also often wonder how my life might have turned out differently if I'd actually gotten a girlfriend my own age. I'd like to think for the better.
Regardless, I had set myself up with an easy workload for the semester, and had two days where I only had a morning class; the best part was that Bill, being Bill, not only had three courses M-W-F, same as me, he also had three courses T-Th, meaning he'd be out of the apartment all day. And since two of them were afternoon classes (3:00 and 5:00), that meant I was guaranteed some time alone with Sara twice a week, something that made me far giddier with anticipation than was strictly appropriate.
It wasn't until several weeks into the semester, however, that anything happened.
It was a Tuesday. I admired Sara's bare legs and panties (pale pink with a red ribbon on the front) at breakfast, headed out for my only class of the day, and after returning from class I had immediately stripped down to a t-shirt and boxers and sat on the couch with a bowl of cereal to play the latest Call of Duty game. Playing through the campaign took up most of the day, and by the time I beat it, I heard Sara coming into the apartment with her key. She tossed her backpack to the floor, greeted me with a hug as I put away my plate from lunch, then skipped off to her room and shut the door. I glanced at the clock and decided it was time for my workout; I still wasn't seeing much gain from the exercise, but since I'd started my PE class I'd noticed that my workout was less tiring, so I guess I was making some progress. I went into my room and shut the door, then started stretching out.
Right as I had finished my stretches and gotten onto the floor for pushups, there was a gentle knock on my door.
"Come in!"
Sara peeked through the door, spotted me face-down on the floor, and came in, staring at me quizzically.
"What are you doing?"
"Working out."
"Can I watch?"
"Sure," I said, not really seeing the appeal of watching someone exercise, but not opposed to spending time with her. She sat on the edge of my bed and watched intently as I did pushups, situps, bicycle kicks, and then a couple chin ups on the bar I'd set in my closet door.
By the time I finished, I'd worked up a sweat, and, casually, stripped off my t-shirt and boxes and grabbed a towel as if I were on my way to the shower. Then I stopped next to Sara, still sitting on the edge of my bed, as if I'd just remembered she was there. My crotch was roughly at the same level as her face, and it was clearly distracting her as she kept glancing at it, then to my face, then back to my crotch.
"So what's up, kiddo? Did you need something?"
She shrugged, then responded, "Nah, I just wanted to see what you were doing." Then she turned her full attention to my crotch.
"Your penis gets hard when it feels good, right?"
"Sure does," I responded, liking where this conversation was going.
"A couple weeks ago, I think you said it got hard if you saw a pretty girl naked, right?"
I confirmed that this was true.
She nervously brushed her hair out of her face (she kept doing that; maybe she needed a haircut?) and met my eyes, then asked, as if she was afraid of the answer, "Do you think I'm pretty?"
"You're very pretty," I assured her.
She blushed shyly, then hesitantly smiled.
"Really?"
"Really. I think you're a very pretty girl."
"So... if I was naked, your penis would get hard then?"
I grinned and replied, "Why don't you take your clothes off and we'll find out?"
She giggled and immediately slid her skirt off onto the floor, and I reached out and tickled her. She shrieked and laughed as I continued tickling her, then yanked her shirt off over her head and tossed her onto the bed to resume tickling her. After a while, I pressed my lips to her belly button and blew, making an enormous fart noise, and she shrieked hysterical laughter and tried to wiggle out of my grasp. Finally, I relented and she gasped for breath, grinning up at the ceiling.
I admired her bare chest and noticed that while the right nipple, still puffy and swollen, didn't seem to have changed, her left one was definitely puffier than last time I saw her topless, though not as much as her right nipple. After a while, she raised her head to look at my penis and said, disappointingly, "It's not hard."
"You're not naked yet," I said, grinning. She still had those cute pink panties on. She mouthed an "oh" and quickly slid her panties off and tossed them onto the floor, then lay back on the bed, legs straight out and arms stiff at her side.
I admired her face, which really was pretty, framed by her long, light brown hair that verged on blonde here and there, her flashing blue eyes, her perfect pink lips, the freckles scattered across her face like a dusting of pale tan sand on a white beach. I followed the graceful curve of her neck to the flat, milky white plain of her chest, interrupted only by the two warm, pink mounds budding on it. From there, I followed her smooth, flat belly down to the cleft of Venus, her thin, shapely legs, and down to her perfectly formed feet, toes pointed downward toward me. She looked like a painting by a Renaissance master; the sight practically left me breathless and my heart wasn't pounding, but racing.
"Spread your legs apart," I asked, and she immediately complied, giving me a better view of her smooth, pale slit, graced with the dark freckle on one side and just the tip of her hood peeking out from between her lips. Everything I'd ever been taught told me that this was wrong, immoral, forbidden, but something this beautiful, this awe inspiring, couldn't be wrong.
She raised her head to get a better look at my nether regions, and grinned when she saw my rapidly growing erection.
"You really think I'm pretty?"
"Yes. I really think you're pretty."
She sat up, tucked her legs under herself, and placed her hands in her bare lap.
"I can touch it, right?"
"Of course!" Did she even need to ask?
She immediately took my shaft in her hand and felt it up and down, rather than stroking.
"It gets really uncomfortable if you don't finish, right?"
"That's right."
She cupped my balls in her other hand and peered at them closely, then met my eyes again.
"You get sore right here?"
"Sure do."
"What's it feel like?"
Oh boy.
"Well... It's hard to explain to a girl. But they get really sore, and if a girl doesn't help you finish, it takes days to feel better."
She released my genitals and put her hands in her lap, seeming contemplative for a long moment. Before I could ask her what was wrong, she looked up at me again and I swear it looked like she was about to cry.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"I got your penis hard the other day and I didn't help you finish. I'm sorry. I was scared Bill would come home and I didn't want him to know, so I didn't, and..."
"It's ok, sweetie. I understand. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."
"But it hurt, right?"
Only my ego.
"A little. But it went away after a while."
She sniffed, then took my shaft in her hand again and began stroking.
"Well today I'm not gonna let you feel bad, ok?"
Fine with me.
I enjoyed the pleasurable sensation of her little hand wrapped around my shaft and jerking at a steady pace for about a full minute, then I decided that if I was going to hell, I was getting reservations at the hottest table. It was time to see how eager she was to learn.
"Hey, kiddo? You want to try something new?"
"What's that?"
"Something that'll really make me feel good. Even better than this."
"Really?"
"Do you know what a blowjob is?"
She let go of my dick and brushed her hair back, looking at me innocently as she shook her head.
"Nuh-uh. I heard some boys from class talking about it, but I don't know what it is."
"It's... kind of like a special kiss. Girls give it to boys they really like, and it feels really good, even better than what you're doing right now."
She brushed her hair back again and leaned back, resting her weight on her elbows and giving me another wonderful look at her naked body.
"How's it work?"
"Well, basically you put my penis in your mouth."
"Gross!"
"It's not gross!"
"You pee from there!"
"Well, not right now!"
She giggled at that, then shook her head in disbelief.
"No way! That's weird!"
"It's not weird."
"Girls really do that?"
"Only if they really like the boy."
She suddenly got a serious look on her face and sat up again.
"Do girls really do that? Put boys... things in their mouths?"
"Of course they do. Here, I'll prove it."
I picked up my laptop, googled 'blowjob', then brought up a couple of pictures. She stared in fascination.
"That is so gross. Why do they do that?"
"Because they like the boy they're doing it to, and want him to feel really good."
She closed my laptop, a look of consideration on her face.
"Do you want to try it?"
She wrinkled her face in displeasure and asked, "What's it taste like?"
"I have no idea," I replied honestly. "It can't taste too bad since girls do it all the time."
Yes, I was subtly pressuring her into sucking my dick, and no, her simple and innocent 11 year old mind didn't suspect that. I am definitely going to the special hell for taking advantage of her.
She held one finger to her chin and twisted to one side in a gesture of nervousness or embarrassment, staring at my penis and making an odd noise in the back of her throat.
"Tell you what, if you're too scared to try it, why don't we do something easier?"
"What?"
"Kiss it."
"Kiss it?!"
"Yeah. Just kiss the head."
"Nn-nn." She shook her head and blushed.
"Chicken."
"No, I'm not!"
"Yes, you are!"
"Nuh-uh!"
"Bawk, bawk-bawk-bawk!"
She slapped me on the thigh and grinned.
"Cut it out!"
"Only if you kiss it, sissy!"
"Do I have to?"
"No, you don't have to do anything if you don't want to. But you'll still be a sissy." Then I clucked at her some more.
She grabbed my penis, squeezing more than was really comfortable, closed her eyes, puckered up her lips, and darted her head in, barely brushing the tip of my penis with her lips.
"There! I did it! Now stop calling me chicken!"
"I'm sorry, sweetie. I'm just teasing, you know that, right?"
She nodded absentmindedly and touched her lips with her fingertips, as if expecting them to feel different.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?"
She shook her head.
"Now, you wanna try it for real?"
She gave a comical expression of disgust, shook her head wildly so her hair flew everywhere, and made a "blblblbbbl!" sound with her cheeks. I laughed; regardless of whether or not I was inappropriately sexually attracted to her, she really was funny.
After a moment, she laughed too, smiling nervously. Then she opened her mouth and leaned forward toward my penis, then jerked away at the last second, blushing. She did this several more times, and kept getting a laugh out of me. Then she did it again, this time making a "scarmf!" noise like a cartoon character taking a bite out of something and snapped her teeth a few inches away from my penis.
"Whoa, now!"
She giggled for a while, wiggling her butt into a more comfortable position on my bed, then seemed to sober. She reached out and gently squeezed my shaft from its base all the way up to the head and squeezed that as well. She still seemed nervous.
"Tell you what, why don't we make this easier: all you have to do is close your eyes and open your mouth and I'll put it in there, just for a few seconds."
She twisted her mouth to one side and cocked her head in serious contemplation.
"And I'll only put the head in."
"The pink part?"
"Right. Just that part, not the whole thing."
She instantly relaxed and started squeezing the head and tugging on it gently, as if to see what it would be like in her mouth.
"Weeeeeell..."
"Just for a few seconds."
She sat up straight and closed her eyes.
"There's a good girl! Now open your mouth..."
She opened her mouth only a little and winced in anticipation.
I leaned forward and put my hand on the back of her head to hold her steady.
"Now remember, no teeth."
"Uh-huh."
I pressed the tip of my penis against her open lips and she closed her mouth; after a moment, she opened it again, still only a little. I gently pressed against her lips until she stopped resisting and felt the head slide into her mouth, feeling her lips shut around my shaft just behind the head.
Oh shit. The feeling was indescribable. I could feel her breath from her nostrils blowing onto my shaft, and my head felt warm and moist. It was great. I could feel as her tongue moved back to avoid contact with my penis, ran out of room, then returned to its rest position, sliding under my head. I shivered at the sensation of that warm, moist appendage's touch.
This tableau held for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only ten seconds. Then I slowly pulled most of the way out of her mouth and gently slid back in, keeping my promise to only insert the head. I did this four or five times before pulling out entirely. She opened her eyes and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand; a deep red blush was spreading across her face, her ears, and down her neck.
"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
She shook her head.
"So... what's it taste like?"
She pondered for a moment, then shrugged.
"I dunno. Not like anything I ever tried before."
"Well, have you ever had a boy's penis in your mouth before?"
"No!" she exclaimed, giggling.
"Well, there you go then!"
I reached down and tickled her armpit and she slapped my hand, smiling.
"You wanna try it with your eyes open this time?"
She waffled for another minute or so, then opened her mouth for me.
Fuck yes, Tuesdays are gorram awesome.
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