Tenacious D

So there’s this girl, she’s young and blonde but with that sullenness teenage girls have perfected throughout the ages. My friend has just moved into his new house and she is the daughter of his new next-door neighbours. I first see her as I’m lugging furniture from off the removals van into the house; she’s sitting on the short wall in front of her house, a small group of eager looking teenage boys cluster round her on their bikes, each vying for her attention, but she just watches my friend and me as we sally back and forth. I notice her and notice her watching me but pay no further attention.
The following night during the housewarming party the neighbours came to visit. A single mother in her mid thirties and her teenage daughter, D. There’s a few of us but soon I begin to notice that D is interested in me, singling me out in conversation, and the conversation gets a little fruity as time goes on. Her mother doesn’t seem to mind this, in fact she adds to it, giving blow-by-blow blowjob anecdotes. I’m sat on the floor and D is sat on a chair in front of me, her legs are open and I can’t help but notice her tight trousers pulled taught against her pubic mound. I wonder if, in her youth and naiveté, she’s oblivious to the signals this sends out. But when I break eye-contact with her to gaze at her open crotch for a long couple of seconds, she doesn’t act perturbed.

So anyway, it’s the following week now and I’ve been roped in to help decorate the house. My friend is away for the weekend at his mothers so I’m left to get on with stripping the walls on my own. I’m outside the front of the house taking out bags of old wallpaper bits, when D walks by on her way home from school. We say hi and talk for a bit when she asks to come in so she can admire my handiwork. I show her what I’ve done and as we’re talking she lunges forward and quickly kisses me on the lips. There’s a brief moment where we both take in what happened, then I put and hand on the small of her back and pull her toward me, lean down and kiss her fully on the mouth. No sooner has her wet tongue glided over mine than I pull away.
“We shouldn’t do this” I said. It was certainly a moral dilemma, and even as I felt a stirring in my jeans it was an uncomfortable one to deal with. Her wide, wolfish grey eyes looked up at me, her delicate, petal-pink cupid’s bow lips were parted and inviting, I held her pretty, pale young face in my hands… I kissed her again. I kissed her and kissed her. I’m so fucking weak.
Our tongues rolled together. My right hand cupped under her long hair and I gently grazed my fingers down the smoothness of the back of her neck, under her ear, then down over her blouse until my hand rode over her breast. I squeezed and stroked her there, feeling for the nipple with my thumb. We pulled apart. Smiling, she gazed back up at me. I put my hands on her buttocks and pulled her back toward me so she was completely against me, I looked straight down into her eyes. “You’re a naughty schoolgirl, aren’t you?”
She giggled, her hands now against my chest. My shirt was an old one I was wearing for decorating in, only three buttons remained and so it lay open down to the centre of my chest. Her fingers moved through the hair there, “mmm, hairy chest!” she murmured and pulled open the remaining buttons so she could stroke her fingers down over my torso, until…
She reached the waistband of my jeans. For a second her hand rested there, then, bit by bit, she worked her fingers down my belly, underneath my jeans, her hand delicately probing until…
Her cool fingers made contact with my burning cock and, with incredible gentleness, she coiled them around it. I pulled open the button fly on my jeans for her, I was commando underneath and my jeans fell about my shins. Now she had a hold of it she didn’t seem to know exactly what to do with it. She stared down at it in her grip, gave it a few tentative tugs, then looked back up at me.
“Do you want me to give it a kiss?” she asked, faux-innocently. I chuckled at the question which was as good as ’yes’ to her as she got down on her knees and, after examining it for a second, she put her mouth softly around the tip. She slid my cock a little further into her mouth and started sucking on it. She was clearly quite inexpert at fellatio. “Use your tongue” I quietly suggested. “How?”
“Lick it, move your tongue around the head”
She closed her eyes and lapped lightly at the sensitive underside and my cock twitched in her hand. Encouraged by this her tongue now made graceful, wet circles around the head before taking my penis into her mouth once more. I stood watching this teenage girl bob her head back and forth and intermittently flicker her little tongue against my hard manhood, which now glistened with girl saliva. I made sure to make plenty of appreciative noises to encourage her along when she did something that made my cock throb with pleasure. She was a quick learner but was already getting too cock-hungry so I stopped her and pulled her to her feet.

I kicked off my trainers and pulled my feet from the jeans, threw off the shirt. There was then a moment where we both seemed to take in the current situation. I’m naked and erect, she’s standing before me fully dressed in her high school uniform. Hard to tell if it was awkward or just funny. I suppose, as is often the case when you “step out” of yourself during sex and imagine how it/you would look, it was a bit of both.
Placing my hand on the small of D’s back I guide her wordlessly to the living room. I sit on the large, plush new sofa and place her standing before me, holding her hips. I reach under her skirt and quickly yank down her knickers. This makes her gasp a little but otherwise offers no resistance. I stroke a hand up an inner thigh - not too far - and back down. I take the hem of her skirt and slowly lift it, revealing more of her creamy legs to me. She giggles once more and sort of makes a play of pulling away, but nevertheless lets me hoist her skirt up until a patch of dark blonde pubic hair is revealed to me at the base of the V of her anatomy. I murmur approvingly but she shyly pushes her skirt back down. I stand back up, take her head in my hands and kiss her, deeply. We kiss passionately for a minute or so, her hands glide over my buttocks and graze over my back, while I have my hand all in her soft, golden hair.
The sofa has large, rounded armrests. I guide D to the edge of the sofa - she meekly follows and lets me then tip her, face-forward over the arm of the sofa so her backside is now raised before me. She also offers no quarrel as I lift her skirt up once again to expose her white, curved rump. True, she does shout “ow!” when I deliver a hearty smack to her arse, but starts laughing when I tell her that it was for being a naughty girl.
So then. I smooth my hands over her buttocks and let my right hand circle down, around, and finally under, beneath her legs, her pussy at my fingertips. D adjusts her stance, places her feet wider apart to allow me greater access. I cup her entire pussy mound in my hand before pulling back, stroking her with my fingers as I go, my middle finger running along, inside, the groove. Touching her. Her slit is wet, surprisingly so, as I ease a couple of fingers into her hole a rivulet of her juice runs quickly down over my hand. She pushes her pelvis back to meet my fingers as they begin to work in and out of her cunt and then feel about inside her, exploring. I kneel down. Her pussy lips are pink and pursed, slick with her wetness. I think I hear D take a short intake of breath as I gently pull open the entrance to her vagina and gaze upon the vivid pinkness inside her. She definitely makes a noise when I slip my tongue into her; a kind of ice-down-the-back gasp. I kiss and lick her labia, kiss her pussy lips side-on as if I were kissing her mouth, kissing one lip then the other, my tongue darting and flicking in and out of her. To stimulate her further I employ one finger to tenderly brush against her anus and another to circle round and tease her clitoris while I busily delve a wriggling tongue deeper into her pink, wet hole. D makes a series of high sounds and begins to buck her hips slightly.
Without warning I stand up and swiftly ram my hard cock straight into her cunt. D cries out but I waste no time in proceeding to fuck her fast and hard, no build up. The flesh of her buttocks quivers and ripples as I slap myself furiously against them. She grabs and claws at the cushions in order to brace herself against the continuous onslaught.
“Oh fucking god” she whimpers. I reach forward and take a handful of her hair at the back of her head, tighten it in my fist and pull it back. She lets out an anguished cry which turns into a continuous moan as I vigorously fuck her and pull her hair. Soon she bucks wildly and orgasms. I’m glad because I can get a breather, I’m knackered. I feel the vaginal walls spasm against my penis. I slide my engorged member out, my pubic hair is matted with her pussy juice. She is such a wet girl!
She tries to get up from the sofa, perhaps thinking it’s all over. I place a hand on her back and firmly push her back down, then I spank her a couple of times sharply and satisfyingly on her beautiful soft arse. “Don’t! I don’t like it!” she cries reaching back to try and stop my hand. Typical teenage girl: thinks she can talk to her elders like that. “You may get away with this kind of backchat with your parents and teachers but not with me” I tell her as I proceed to rain down a volley of smacks on her backside. The white skin soon blushes a rosy pink. D glowers at me like a scolded cat but gives no further protestations as I gently lift her from her position and place her sitting on the sofa. I smooth her hair back down and kiss her tenderly on the lips, wondering if she can taste herself in my mouth. I push her back and undo the buttons on her shirt. She has given all control over to me I realise happily as I undress her. I leave her skirt and shoes on as I find it quite a turn-on. I kiss her again as my hands can finally roam her body and caress her soft, apple breasts. I take one of her tiny pink nipples in my mouth and gently suckle and lap upon it. D sits back and gives out a sigh as I fondle her pussy once more, strumming her clit as my tongue continues to tease an erect nipple. I position myself between her legs, put my arms around her shoulders and push my cock back where it belongs, in her sopping wet cunt. Her legs and arms wrap around me, our mouths join as we fuck together on the sofa in the late afternoon light.
After a short while I push her arms away, position her body and lift her legs up and further apart so I can fuck her more deeply. Making sure I’ve go a good foot-hold I forcefully pump my penis in and out of her vagina. D’s mouth gapes open in a look of both wonder and horror as she is afforded a clear, uninterrupted view of her pussy being violated by my hard cock. To drive the point home I make sure I pull my tumescent rod all the way out before swiftly plunging it back into her body, I do this again and again as she whimpers helplessly. Speeding things up now, my thrusting becomes more machine-like. My position allows me to both tweak and pull on one of her nipples with one hand and reach down to rub her clit with the other, my weight balanced between an elbow and both feet. After fucking her in this way D is having to bite her lower lip in order to, I presume, control her outbursts, but when she shudders and convulses during a long orgasm she uncontrollably trills out a series of sobs like some tropical bird. Her thighs clench tight around me as the tremors rack her body. Slowly she begins to calm, though her face and chest are flushed and her lower jaw quivers with every breath. She looks so vulnerable like this, unguarded, truly naked. I wonder if I’m the first to see this way. I’m not her first, at least that was the impression I got from the conversation at the house-warming, but this might be a different experience from the fumblings she may have had with teenage boys before this. I open her thighs and begin to fuck her again, fuck myself to orgasm, her eyes watching me now, under a furrowed brow. She is soaking wet down there and has cum all over the nice new sofa. I find myself about to do the same. I don’t want to ejaculate inside her or risk making any more mess so I withdraw and wank into my hand. I let her watch the spunk spurt out of my cock and collect in a pearlescent glob in my palm. I briefly consider whether I should smear it over her tits or across her face, or maybe even force her to lap it up out of my hand; instead I take it to the kitchen sink and wash it away. I don’t want to completely traumatise the poor girl.
I get us a glass of water each and pad back into the living room. D has sat up and is pulling her skirt down demurely. “Sorry” she says hesitantly as I hand her the drink, “I’m afraid it’s all wet here”, she gestures to the wet patch still showing. I tell her not to worry about it, my fault, I say. I suggest she goes upstairs and showers before she returns next door. Eventually she agrees and as she collects her shirt and goes she glances down at my cock. After she’s gone I look down and see a string of jism hanging down from my limp knob.

So there was this girl. Cute and young and blonde, and I’m on my knees with a bowl of water trying to scrub her girl-cum off the sofa with a flannel. I did consider joining her in the shower, or even just to watch, but I let her have her privacy. In truth I was feeling pangs of regret: did I lead her on, did I take advantage? That sort of thing, plus there was the worry that she would now feel an attachment and would want to see me regularly. Well, the sex appealed but I didn’t want her hanging around me really. I couldn’t see a relationship between us being very successful or exactly popular.
When my friend returned the following day I didn’t tell him that I’d shagged the neighbour’s daughter - thanks to a good clean-up job I didn’t have to! - I just told her she’d been sniffing round and that he shouldn’t pass on my details to her if she asked. I promised myself that if I were to meet her I would explain all. At least that’s what I told myself, instead I took the coward’s way out and kept myself scarce.
Sometime later I heard from my friend that she had found a boyfriend - some spotty youth with a motorbike. I wonder how she now views our crossing paths and my place at the start of her sex-life? I’ll never know.

First Come - First Serve

I set up this weblog back in 2004. For almost the past two years, however, it remained a gost blog with only one measly, uninformative post (complete with the worst photograph ever taken to "decorate" it) to it's name.
As you can see I have finally decided that the time is right to start writing. I wouldn't say I've been compelled, but just have felt the urge to, semi-publicly (or whatever you would call online, esp when there are a trillion, squillion blogs all whining and writing poems about their cats and what-have-you, all at fucking once) to chew over, and make explicit, certain aspects of my life. Fundamentally I am a quite a carnal person, and also someone whose self-image is tied up in areas of sexuality (and when I say tied up...). So what I hope to do on here is to perhaps lay bare my thoughts and attitudes regarding sex, my kinks, women, my attitude towards them etc, in writing in order that I may ponder and maybe finally work out if I'm just a bit of a normally randy so-and-so or a complete-and-utter, total sleaze-bag.

At the moment I'm still not all that sure which way I'm going to go with this blog; indeed it may just be [another] dead-end for me and I'll jack it in in a few weeks. But for now I'll say the stories and whatever other form I will write in, will be, either partly or completely, based on real-life.
That said, I should warn you that I have the male tendency to self-mythologise a little; to forever cast myself in the film-of-my-life, to romantisise my past and to presume it all means something.

To sum-up then: this is where I get to talk about girls and shagging and MeMeMe, which is all I'm interested in anyway. Right? Right.