a nice, long, satisfying porn story...

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(i didn't write this guys, i got it off a site... enjoy!!)

The New Playmate

by MaxSebastian ©

1

When his father got engaged, it was a bit of a relief for Jonathan. Dad had been miserable for years after Jonathan’s mother had died three weeks before his thirteenth birthday. Now he seemed to be back to a vague semblance of his former self. Jonathan was glad - his Dad had been through a lot.

Jonathan had, of course, met Dad's fiancée a few times when she’d stayed at their house, but after a while, Dad asked him if he’d be all right if Emma moved in with them. There was concern on Dad’s face, but it was unnecessary – Jonathan was a quietly confident young man, who was simply happy for his father to have found someone.

But when his father came to pick him up from school, he did not expect to find what he did.

When he climbed up into the back of the four-by-four, there was a dazzlingly attractive slim redhead sitting inside, smiling at him. She was about his age, dressed in a disturbingly low-cut turquoise top and grey miniskirt. Her legs were covered in nylons.

"Hi Jonathan," said Dad.

"Jonathan," Emma smiled at him, "this is my daughter, Lucy."

"Hi," Lucy had an amazing smile. She gently shook his hand and he couldn't help but tremble.

Jonathan’s school was a school for boys, so he was completely unused to female company - especially such beautiful female company. But Lucy seemed to like him, and he found it easy to talk to her when he was at home. What he couldn’t help noticing, however, was that she seemed to like showing him glimpses of her body - showing off to him in the most outrageous ways.

If she wasn’t in her school uniform when he got home, she would be dressed in the shortest of mini-skirts, sometimes with sensual nylon stockings underneath and usually the very tightest, most revealing of tops - often leaving her midriff uncovered. Sometimes she wore nothing underneath her figure-hugging tops, letting her nipples really announce their presence and sometimes she would wear lacy bras that would show through a thin top to reveal the exotic swell of her young breasts.

She didn’t keep from showing him her assets above her waistline, however. Every now and then, she’d drop things and pick them up in front of him, making sure her tiny skirt rode up to show the tops of her stockings, her milky, tender thighs and her soft feminine panties - perhaps a flash of pink one evening, perhaps blue, perhaps patterned another evening - making no comment whether or not she thought he could see. It burned inside him when he saw her, especially when he saw her intimate underwear and it was obvious she enjoyed such flirting.

They’d go and sit in the lounge to watch cable until bedtime, eating their supper in front of the fire, chatting and relaxing. As she sat there, she’d flirt and smile, giving him magical smiles and sideways glances from her big round azure blue eyes. Like Jonathan, she was in her last year of school before college except that Lucy went to an all-girls school.

She’d cross her legs quite frequently, not worrying about the lack of coverage her skirt allowed her, to reveal her stocking-tops and a glimpse of underwear between her shapely thighs. Sometimes - maybe as they laughed at some triviality - she’d show even more, slipping off her shoes to pull up her knees and curl up on the armchair, allowing her skirt to all but vanish from view, her knickers very much on show. As long as Dad and Emma weren't looking, she flaunted herself in every imaginable way.

Jonathan tried not to make it obvious that he looked at her when she did such things - he was more than a little confused about his feelings, for one thing - but he did like to look. It was a real buzz inside, and he found his penis stiffening to the point that he had to alter his seating position to hide it. Sometimes, when she found herself in such a position that she might as well have been wearing no skirt at all, she would get less sure of herself, becoming a little embarrassed. She’d sit back as normal, conservatively covering herself until her confidence - and flirtatiousness - returned.

Every now and then, they’d be watching television and he’d notice out of the corner of his eye that she was looking at him, not the film. This happened a lot. He’d look at her sometimes, and she'd turn away quickly, blushing slightly. When she looked at him like that, she’d shift position in her chair often, and usually ended up excusing herself to go to the bathroom.

During the first few weeks, he assumed her revealing clothes and display of bodily flesh was just a part of her bubbly personality - just something that was a part of Lucy’s identity and character - and her exhibitionism was an accident of carelessness brought on because she felt so relaxed with him. Jonathan didn’t complain - he enjoyed the glimpses of her very much, it was better than most of his friends at the strict boys’ school would see, whether they had men's magazines or not. The displays of Lucy progressively turned him on more and more day by day, and he felt very confused, since she was supposed to be a kind of sister for him - he certainly didn't think of her like a sister or look at her like a sister.

Jonathan tended to spend a lot of time at school daydreaming, imagining, fantasizing about his new ‘sister’, and at home he was watching her almost constantly out of the corner of his eye. Before drifting off to sleep sometimes, he would be thinking of Lucy, trying to imagine what she would look like underneath those thin cotton panties, and he would quietly slip his stiff penis into a sock.

Then one morning, he woke to find something very unexpected in his bedroom.

The night before Lucy had been on form as ever, wearing a near belt-like black skirt and a thin pastel pink top that showed off her narrow waist and flat tummy. She had sat with him on the sofa, closer than ever before, so that he could smell her perfume all evening.

He had wondered if Dad or Emma might see her being so close to him, but being newly engaged, the two of them were far too interested in each other to pay attention to the kids. Before going to bed, Jonathan had masturbated again to relieve the tension that he felt from being particularly turned on, and he had gone to sleep fairly quickly with all those wonderful endorphins in his system.

In the morning, he awoke to his father’s call, announcing that he had half an hour to get ready for school. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, mentally preparing for the tough day ahead. He tore off the duvet and reached for the dressing gown that was hung on the back of the chair that faced the bed opposite him. Not quite awake, he dropped the garment and it fell down the back onto the floor. He grunted in annoyance, and knelt down to retrieve it from under the chair. He pulled it out, but noticed that something else lay under there.

Something white and blue.

Puzzled, since he was a tidy boy and never left his clothes out, he reached forward for it, bringing back a handful of cloth - cotton, to be precise. What was it?

He held them up, stretching them out in front of him, and gasped. They were a pair of panties. Blue and white checked high-cut girls’ panties. He sat there a few minutes, just looking at them. He knew instantly whose they were. They were too small for his mother, so there was only one person they could have belonged to - Lucy. He hadn’t really seen her underwear the previous evening - if anything, because she had been too close to him - so couldn’t say for certain, but there was no other rational explanation for their presence even in the house, let alone his bedroom.

The panties were free of marks, but had obviously been worn. He put them to his nose briefly and smelt Lucy’s perfume emanating from the soft cotton. Definitely hers. His father’s next call snapped him out of his thoughts. He had ten minutes. Rapidly, he stuffed Lucy’s panties under his mattress and hurriedly put on his clothes.

At school that day, Jonathan’s mind was sidetracked all day into thinking about the appearance of the underwear in his room. It was good that Lucy had been taken by her mother to school earlier, because he wasn't quite sure how he'd face her knowing he had her panties up in his room.

During the day, his mind was definitely not on his schoolwork. He thought about what those panties looked like, what they would look like with Lucy in them, what they smelled like, and of course, what they were doing there in the first place. He recalled the shape of them, the outline of her crotch imprinted slightly in the stretch of material since they had been used. He recalled the smell of them, the mix of her sweet, flowery, highly feminine perfume and a slight hint of spice that spoke of arousal and the very intimate contact of the soft cotton against Lucy’s exquisite sex.

What were they doing in his room? Were they a new stage in her exhibitionism? Had she left them for him to find? Perhaps an experiment to attempt a seduction of him, to see how he’d react? But then they hadn’t been placed anywhere that he ought to have found them. They were far back under the chair, hidden from view. Not, then, a deliberate gift. For a similar reason, they could not have been accidentally dropped - they had been kicked under the chair.

He had only had a quick glance of them and a quick smell, but he knew he wanted a closer look when he got home. And he’d put his nose to the very spot that had come into contact with her pussy.

Once he got home from school, his first port of call was his bedroom. He dumped his schoolbag unceremoniously in the corner of his room and pulled up the mattress to grab the pair of used underwear that lay beneath.

He unzipped his fly and released his hardened penis, which he clutched tightly in his right hand. He was trembling with excitement as he held the soft underwear up with his left hand, gently squeezing his erection with his other. He noticed a white lace trim to the panties, as well as a small navy blue bow at the point that would have come just below Lucy’s naval. Very feminine.

He lay them out on the bed and knelt down in front of them, imagining that his soon-to-be-step-sister was wearing them as he clutched his balls with his spare hand, gently rolling them. As he did so, he put his nose down to the underwear, feeling the soft material, taking in the aroma of Lucy’s perfume and the spicy traces of the touch of her sex. He trailed his nose down to the point at which her pussy would have actually been in contact with the panties, and the tangy aroma strengthened.

He slipped his penis into a sock and then turned the knickers inside out, leaning down to put his nose down to the cloth that had been up against her pubis, taking in her exhilarating mixture of perfume and juices. Slowly he made his way down to the narrow strip that had touched her labia and her vagina, wedged between her beautiful thighs for a whole day. The spiciness was very strong here. The cotton had acted by absorption to record the aroma of the previous night’s arousal.

He glorified in her smell, the closest he’d ever come to a girl’s intimate areas. He gripped his penis tightly as he inhaled the musky scent and came powerfully, spurting semen into the sock and sitting back on his bed as the endorphins flooded through his system again.

Now, what did he do with her panties? If she realized she had left them in his room - as she surely would have by now - then she might come back and hope to find them again. If she knew he had found them she might get embarrassed and change her behaviour towards him. Perhaps she would hope to creep in tonight and retrieve them. If he put them back where he had found them when she returned, all would be well. Having cleaned up his softened penis, Jonathan set about replacing the panties where he had found them, then went down to watch television as though nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

"Jonathan," his father told him, "you know Emma and I have an office Christmas party tomorrow night."

"Yes, Dad," he replied.

"Okay. It'll just be you and Lucy, then - you can look after her, can't you?"

"Yes Dad," though since Lucy was a couple of months older than Jonathan, and didn't seem to be the submissive type, it was a little patronizing to say he would have to look after her.

Emma brought Lucy home eventually, and Jonathan tried to look at her as though nothing had happened, as though he didn't know that for some reason her used panties had appeared in his room. Lucy sat down in the armchair opposite Jonathan and dumped her schoolbag beside her on the floor.

"Hi Jonny," she smiled wickedly, “what have you been up to all day?”

"Oh nothing much," he said innocently. He could have been in the school play.

2

The evening went surprisingly normally - Lucy made conversation with him as usual, but he did notice a slight anxiousness within her bearing and her words. Was she worried that he had found her lost panties?

His Dad and Emma went off to spend some quality time, leaving him alone with Lucy. Jonathan’s heartbeat raced, but he forced himself to keep calm and to act as normal. For the first half-hour or so, Lucy behaved in a distinctly reserved fashion, talking to him as normal as possible, but just not smiling quite as much as usual, with no flirting glances or flashes of underwear. She was dressed in a dark blue necktie, a white cotton blouse tucked into a soft blue plaid skirt that dropped to just above her knees and a pair of white socks that came up to just below them. After a little while, she excused herself to go and change our of her uniform, but Jonathan knew exactly where she was headed - for his bedroom, where she would find her underwear precisely as she had left them.

When she came back down she seemed to be a different person. Her uncertainty was gone and that sexy confidence was back. She had obviously found them and assumed nobody had spotted them. Such was her relief that she hadn’t bothered to change out of her school uniform – making it obvious what she’d done instead.

All went as normal until much later that night, when instead of going to sleep, Jonathan forced himself to keep awake. Jonathan was trembling with excitement as he sheltered under the sheets, for he was going to find out what Lucy got up to on her own.

When it was past one o'clock, he got impatient - wanting a peek at what his step sibling was doing. He crept out of his room, onto the landing. At the other end of the house, it sounded like Dad and Emma were getting pretty amorous, so he was safe from that direction. Lucy's room was close to the bathroom, so if anyone saw him, he would just head that way and they would assume he was going there anyway.

With his heart beating frighteningly loudly, Jonathan peered into the gap where Lucy's door was not quite closed properly.

Lucy obviously couldn't sleep: her light was on in her bedroom. She lay on her bed and he could see her perfectly, lying down on her back. She had propped her head up on a couple of pillows, her ginger locks swirling around her pretty face. He could see that she was really relaxing, luxuriating in the privacy. Her skirt was riding high: she could have been wearing no skirt at all, but it was all bunched around her waist.

Jonathan watched as her hands rested in her crotch, gently stroking herself through her panties. She was wearing white underwear tonight, with printed strawberries patterning the material. Was this how girls masturbated? He watched, transfixed as she carried on, her breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling with every breath. He felt his penis rock hard in his pyjama bottoms, and fought the urge to touch himself. He had plans to use his erection later.

This must have been what had happened before she had left her panties in his room the last time. He could remember the smell of her arousal on the soft material from where she must have caressed herself like this, and now he wanted to rub his nose up against her panties right now, to perhaps taste her as well.

He felt that familiar twinge in his stomach, knowing that with her mother marrying his father, this was all wrong. But she was so exquisitely beautiful, and he was sure she was almost as attracted to him.

At this angle, he couldn’t really see anything he hadn’t seen of her before, although obviously he had never seen her touch herself in that way before. Briefly at times he was able to catch sight of what must have been cherry curls between her legs when she pushed her knickers aside with her hand, which made his penis twitch in his pyjama bottoms and his stomach flutter with adrenaline.

She sat up, then, and looked at her watch. It had been a fair while since he was supposed to have gone to sleep – and normally he was fast in falling asleep. A pulse of adrenaline raced through Jonathan’s system – she was going to go to his room again…

Quickly and quietly, he headed back into his room. He paused at his door, looking down the stairs. After a short wait, there she was, tip-toeing along the landing. Jonathan silently slipped under his covers like a thief in the night.

Lying on his front, he did his best to look asleep but slightly restless: his sheets slightly pushed down his back. Underneath the covers, he pulled his pyjama bottoms down to his thighs, as if they had fallen there through nocturnal restlessness. He was planning on giving her a show she wouldn’t forget tonight. He kept his eyes open a crack, allowing him to see but seemingly asleep to outside eyes.

She crept into his room, quietly, checking to see if he was asleep. She stood next to his bed, only a few inches from his head. He could smell her perfume, exquisitely feminine, and could see her legs and her tartan skirt that dropped to just above her knees. How many times had she done this already while he was asleep? He was slightly regretting what he’d missed.

His heart was beating so heavily and rapidly, he wondered if maybe she’d hear it. He tried hard just to act calm and asleep as she put her hands up under her skirt and with the sound of friction between cotton and skin, pulled her knickers down, allowing them to drop to her ankles. He saw them lying there and desperately wanted to pick them up and bury his nose in them. She had already taken her shoes off and left them in her room, so it was easy for her in those shin-high white socks to step out of the panties without complication. Then she sat down on the chair, only a foot or two from Jonathan’s head.

He watched her for a second or two, as she paused just to make sure she was safe. The light from the landing coming through his open door was enough to see quite a lot. Her knees were together, her thighs covered by the navy blue tartan pleated skirt. He looked up the skirt but could not see anything in the shadow between her legs.

She sat there a while, looking slightly nervous, ultra careful that he wasn’t awake. He made his breathing seem extra heavy to try and set her at ease. Eventually, she was confident that he was fast asleep. He watched her through his eyelashes, and made it look as though his eyes were closed, when really he could see almost as well as if they were fully open.

Her hands ventured underneath her pleated skirt, and he saw her looking at him, desire clearly in her expression. He felt his cock at full attention underneath the sheets, and hoped that she wouldn't notice it. Slowly, she moved her fingers between her legs. He could imagine that she was now touching herself - he had the guidance of her earlier display to fill in the gaps. He could see her arms oscillating gently as she satiated her desire. He was slightly annoyed that she managed to keep her skirt hiding the real action - he had never seen a girl's privates, and sometimes when his friends at school talked about them, he felt stupid. He was pretty sure none of them had had a girl masturbating over them as they slept, though, especially not a girl as stunning as Lucy.

If he couldn't see her sex, by now he could definitely smell it. She was obviously very turned on, because he smelled the same scent in the air that had been soaked into her panties the other night. His friends had said girls’ vaginas got wet when they were excited, and that must have been what it was. It was a strangely pungent odour, mixing with her feminine fragrance to really drive him wild. His cock sprang, asking for attention. And she noticed the movement under his sheets.

Dammit. She had stopped, and had withdrawn her hands from under her skirt, ready to dash for freedom. How was he going to make her believe he was actually asleep? How was he going to keep her from running off and never coming to masturbate over him again? If he didn't do something, she would feel so embarrassed that she probably wouldn't ever speak to him again, let alone pay him the kind of attention he so craved.

It was a dream that was going to come to Jonathan's aid.

He began to move his body slowly, wriggling while his face frowned, his eyes screwing up as though he were dreaming something. The kind of action you wouldn't do if you were awake or reacting to a stranger in your bedroom. She paused on the edge of the street, and seemed to be buying it.

He moaned quietly and shook his head a little, acting a little drunkenly, how he imagined a dreaming person would behave. He actually moved a little too much in the bed, for the sheet covering his crotch slumped down to the floor, leaving him coldly vulnerable.

Shock and panic nearly took over him, but then he forced himself to relax. She had probably noticed his hard-on already - it wouldn't take a genius with those thin sheets. But now she saw it completely. He heard her catch her breath as she spotted it. Actually he quite liked showing his cock to her. It was strangely exhilarating.

And then it came to him - something to explain his rigid stiffness and also, possibly, stir something in his relationship with Lucy. He felt like a genius - it was such a good idea.

He moaned again quietly, and seeing that she was now lulled into believing he was having some kind of a dream - wet or not – he began to perform as though he was having a wet dream. He moaned again a few times, still quietly - he did not want her to be afraid his noise would attract attention - and then began moving again in his sleep as though he was imagining being with a lover. His hands ventured over his skin, and when his fingers sought out his genitals, he heard her gasp quietly.

The smell of her arousal was very, very strong in the air, now - and not just because her pussy was only a couple of feet from his face. She was really enjoying the show. But now for the piece de resistance.

"Lucy..." he moaned quietly. At first, she didn't realize he had actually called her name - she seemed to blink like she was not really believing what she had heard.

"Lucy..." he moaned her name as though he were really thinking about her as he caressed his rock hard penis.

"Oh Lucy..."

He was so very turned on by her being there, with her scent almost overpowering, that he found the rush tearing through his body. Much as he regretted it, he was forced to unload onto his stomach - he couldn't reach for a sock while Lucy was there. His hot cream spurted onto his chest, a little reaching his chin.

He rested back and was breathing deeply, exhausted. He saw her get up, perhaps wondering if such a nocturnal incident might make him wake up and find her there. But before she went, he felt a few of her soft fingers brush briefly against his chest, dipping in a pool of his emission. Then he heard her lips smacking around them as she tasted him.

Then, she was gone.

3

The next day, Jonathan was really excited because he knew that Emma's oh so cute daughter Lucy had the real hots for him, and that a secret passion was a distinct possibility. Lucy was also excited, and Jonathan was almost certain this was because of what had happened the previous night. When she had sneaked in to watch him while he slept, she had got a real eyeful.

That evening, Lucy was flirting with him even more outrageously than ever. She seemed to find every excuse possible to be close to him and to touch him - massaging his shoulders whenever he was sitting down and she walked in behind him, tickling him until he was forced to wrestle with her just to get her to stop and that kind of thing.

Dad and Emma were far too interested in themselves to worry about the kids - as far as they were concerned, so long as Jonathan and Lucy weren't fighting, everything was fine. And Jonathan played along - he liked her touching him, anyway. Some of the things she was doing were quite unsubtle - when they wrestled, she made sure to press her chest against his face or rub a hand across his crotch - but he said nothing about it.

At eight o'clock, after Lucy and Jonathan finished their supper, Dad and Emma came into the lounge, all dressed up and ready to go.

"Right," said Dad, "we're off. Jonathan, take care of Lucy. If there's anything she needs, you know where it is better than she does."

"Yes, Dad."

"Lucy, mind you behave yourself," Emma added.

"Yes, Mom," she replied like an angel.

"And make sure you two go to bed at a reasonable hour - you know we have to go to church early tomorrow."

"Okay."

And then they were away, laughing and chuckling as they headed out of the house, closing the door behind them. Jonathan was suddenly in the house completely alone with Lucy. His heart started beating like a military drum. He looked over at Lucy. She was draped across an armchair, and since Dad and Emma had left the building, her skirt had somehow ridden up to reveal a little glimpse of lilac silk panties.

She looked into his eyes and smiled, "you heard what your Dad said," she flirted, "you have to take care of me. If there's anything I need, you know where it is better than I do."

He returned the smile, and for the first time felt really flirtatious himself. "You heard what your mother said," he countered in the same provocative tone, "we have to be in bed at a reasonable hour."

"MMmmm..." she moaned seductively, "promises promises!"

But flirting was one thing. Making a move was obviously very different. They still had that huge stigma between them that their parents were going to marry each other. The moment passed - they were forced by their instincts to turn their attention away from each other. They watched television in silence for a while, but Jonathan felt his heart continually powering away within him.

"Jonny," she said, breaking their silence after what seemed an age.

"Yes?" he replied.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

She'd never asked him anything like that before. Was she trying it on with him?

"No," he answered, "I don't. My school's boys only. What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"Kind of," she said, cryptically.

"Why kind of?"

"Well..." she said, "there's this guy...and I think he's really fantastic, and I think he likes me...and we get on well..." She nervously bit one of her nails. "...I'm just worried..." she trailed off uncertainly.

"What are you worried about?"

"Well...you see I've never really been with a guy before, and I'm worried that I might put him off because I don't know what to do."

This surprised Jonathan a little - he had thought since Lucy was a confident girl, that she had probably had lots of boyfriends. She was certainly pretty enough to have had whoever she wanted.

"Well..." he was unsure of where she was going with this. "I don't really know myself..."

"Do you wanna try it out?" She had the most mischievous expression on her sweet face.

Jonathan was dumbstruck. "T-t-try what out?" he stammered.

"Well," she said, getting to her feet, "if we're going to be ‘brother’ and ‘sister’, we might as well take advantage of it."

She moved toward him and sat down next to him on the couch - right next to him rather than the other side. He could smell her perfume - extra strong, he thought, tonight. She turned to face him, and her soft breasts rested delicately against his arm. He could feel the heat of them through the thin fluffy material of her blouse. Her face was just a few inches from his, her big brown eyes locked on his. His penis stirred within his pants, and he hoped it wasn't too obvious.

"W-w-what do you mean?" he asked innocently.

"We can practice," she said. "Isn't that what brothers and sisters are supposed to do?"

"I don't know," he said, "I've always been an only child."

"Hmm, same here. But if they don't then they should - they're wasting their luck. We can practice, and we'll be so good that when we get our own boyfriend and girlfriend, they'll be in awe of our techniques." She grinned at her worthy suggestion.

"B-b-but..." said Jonathan.

"Relax," she leaned in closer, so her full red lips were almost touching his cheek. "No one will find out - why should they?"

"Suppose so," he said in almost a whisper.

She looked at him for a while, and he looked back, glorying in those beautiful ellipses that stared into his soul. Then her eyes flicked briefly down to glance at his lips, before diving onto him, the heat and touch exploding as their mouths united. Her kiss was ferocious at first, needing, wanting, her lips exploring his, her tongue dancing with his. After a while, they were forced to part - if only to catch a breath.

"Wow," she sighed, her beaming face alive from the electrified thrill of kissing him. She stared into his eyes again, her shapely lips curving upwards in the sweetest smile. Then she held the back of his head in her hands and pulled him back towards her, kissing him again with the fevered passion of a zealot.

"How was that," Jonathan asked when once again they managed to break off.

"That was amazing," she breathed, "you sure you haven't done this before?"

"Positive," he said. "Is this really what brothers and sisters do?"

She shrugged, "Don't know. But if they don't, they're seriously missing out."

She swung a leg around him and climbed onto his lap, her feet coming together behind his back, her crotch tight against his rock hard cock - which she now had to have felt. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed him again. This time, he got much more into it, bringing his hands up to support the back of her head.

"This is good practice," Lucy said as they broke off again.

"Sure is," Jonathan felt better than he ever had before.

"I think you should practice touching me now," she grinned, and took his hands in hers and pulled them under her tight turquoise T-shirt. The first touch of his fingers on her stomach was electric, the heat was sensational. She made encouraging moans as he slowly moved his hands upwards, over her velvety skin to reach the gentle mounds of her breasts, which were covered by a stiff cotton bra that gave her cleavage heart-stopping lift.

She closed her eyes as he gently squeezed her soft breasts, really getting a feel for them, this being his first ever touch of a female chest. He swept tentative fingers under the bra from above, brushing the backs of his digits against her stiff nipples, noticing how she reacted to the contact. She reached behind herself and pooped the catch, allowing the bra to drop and free her supple mounds completely to his touch.

Then she kissed him again as he held her breasts in his palms and gently pinched her erect nipples between his thumbs and fingers. He sensed what she enjoyed most through the moans she made and the rising urgency in her kiss.

"Mmmm," she sighed, "you're really good at that."

"Thank you," he replied with a grin.

“Try using your tongue,” she whispered with a wicked smile.

She moaned and leaned back against the couch as he swirled his tongue over her breasts, taking her hardened buds into his hot mouth.

They practiced for a quite a while longer, and as he massaged her cleavage, she started to press her crotch against his hard penis through his pants and her panties.

"I think we should go upstairs," she whispered into his ear. "You never know when the parents will get back."

Trembling from the flood of feelings he was experiencing, he nodded and followed her lead, getting up off the couch - allowing his blood to circulate to his feet, which were suffering a little from pins and needles, then went upstairs. He glanced at his watch as he followed his new playmate up the stairs, marvelling at how time had passed. They had been 'practicing' for hours - it really was getting late.

"Come on," she beckoned, "my bed's bigger - we'll go in my room."

4

Inside her bedroom, she pulled his face towards hers, and tackled Jonathan’s mouth with hers, assaulting him with her eager tongue. His senses were overcome - by her sweet perfume, by her velvet skin and her sugary taste. She was incredible, and his manhood stood like solid silver in his trousers.

As they kissed, Jonathan ran his fingers through her silky red hair, holding her delicate head in his hands, before moving them to her shoulders and down to her exquisite breasts. He felt her nipples, and her breathing deepened as he pinched and rubbed them between thumbs and forefingers.

“Oh Jonny, that’s so wonderful…” she sighed and began to fumble with his belt, and since she was trying to get rid of his trousers, he kicked off his shoes to help her.

When his trousers fell to the ground, Lucy sighed with pure delight, looking deep into his eyes as her young fingers explored his tight briefs and the beast that lay within. His hands grasped her gloriously smooth breasts and teased her cute nipples and at the same time her hands ventured under the thin material of his underwear to explore his groin, cupping his balls and gripping his erection.

"We’ll have to be quiet when they come back," he said, his breathing seriously heavy at this most amazing moment of his life so far.

"Only when they come back," she replied with an impish grin, "but even then, they’ll be drunk as newts – they won’t notice a thing. Besides, they won’t be back for ages."

“I suppose so."

"So we can make as much noise as we want."

She leaped back onto the bed as if it were a trampoline. Her legs fell open and she started stroking her panty-covered mound, her expression both enticing and challenging him. Throbbing with lust, he removed his socks and shirt, keeping those faded blue briefs holding in his excitement, even though there was a dark spot of moisture that had leaked out from his arousal.

Her expression turned to all-out desire at the sight of him in the scantiest of apparel, and her caressing of her mound quickened. Much as the image of such a beautiful young girl playing with herself was thrilling, the desire to move under those lilac silky panties gripped him mercilessly.

He almost fell onto the bed before her, and began to kiss her coltish legs from the tops of her white socks over her knees to her creamy thighs. As he moved up her legs, she playfully concealed her panties with her skirt. But Jonathan was moving onwards, upwards and underneath the plaid article, driven onwards.

As he kissed his way up her upper thighs, the odour of female excitement mixed with her sweet perfume in a powerful cocktail of desire. And at last, he came to her panties, lilac, soft and moist with her juices. Slowly, sensuously, he stroked her silk-covered mound with his mouth, inhaling her fragrance, exploring the underlying contours of her most private area with his sensitive lips, tasting her sharp wetness through the thin material. Lucy moaned again, deep and long as she felt his tongue through her panties.

“That feels so incredible,” she said breathlessly, and placed her hands gently on his head.

He ran his tongue underneath the edge of her underwear, from her hip down over the edge of her mound to within a quarter inch of her clitoris, and up the other side. He touched on the edge of pubic hair, but not very much.

While he teased her through her panties, nuzzling into the moist material that was soaked with her arousal, Lucy began to fondle her stiff nipples.

He continued to tease her, occasionally pushing aside her panties to move closer to her vagina, occasionally flicking what to his best guess would be the position of her clitoris. She groaned each and every time he did this, and he smiled realising that the little hardened button he could feel was much like one of his friends at school had described.

After some minutes of his clit teasing, she had finally had enough. She lifted her hips and hooked her thumbs into the elastic of her knickers, forcing them down her thighs. He helped her pull the underwear down her gorgeous legs. And there she lay before me, covered by only her skirt and white cotton socks. A sprinkling of cherry down lay upon her mound, and her pouting labia opened before his wide eyes, waiting for him to take a closer look.

She looked at him with flames in her eyes, and he smiled at her before burying his face into her dripping snatch. He devoured her like a hungry animal, ferociously licking her soft vagina, tantalizing her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. Her breathing deepened, her moaning grew louder and louder.

“Oh Jonny,” she gripped his head with her hands, driving him onto her with increased force. She was all around him: her heat and softness, her writhing cries, her musky scent, her salty taste, her pink pussy like a flower in a pale bed.

Her juice was flowing freely and with his first ever taste of it, he found he couldn’t get enough. Her cries built up and up, rising in volume and pitch, her hands urging him ever onwards, drawing him into her sweet pussy. He alternated between driving his tongue between the folds of her flesh and dancing around her hard little button.

It wasn't long before she hit the ceiling, her thighs closed gently around his ears and her hands pressing him into to an enclosure that was saturated with her sex. Her screams reached breaking point and her body almost went into a spasm, so great was her reaction to the wave of pleasure that surged through her slender form.

He lay down on his back next to her on the bed. Slowly, her breathing was getting back to normal. She turned to look at him. "That was incredible!" she said, the wonderment evident on her beaming face. “You’ve done that before!"

“Only in my imagination,” he assured her.

She laughed, then virtually bounced off the bed and onto her feet. Jonathan just lay there, a little tired after such a ferocious ravishing of her juices, but full of desire, a semi-hard beast slumbering between his thighs.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said, and in front of him, she removed her socks and unbuttoned her skirt, allowing the item to fall to the ground beneath her. She stood there, posing for him, entirely nude. A beautiful naked girl in her last year at a girls’ school, without a stitch on. Her breasts, firm and succulent, her nipples prominent, her pubic mound with its scanty mottling of ruby hairs, her legs slim and long.

His erection sprang to full attention under those briefs, which had dark spots where his pre-cum had seeped from the top of his erection. She saw this, and it urged her on to dance in front of him, seductively touching herself, turning to display her cute behind, bending over to show her wet pussy. Jonathan was on fire.

“I’m coming to get you,” she said, and slowly, with feline grace, she crawled up the bed towards him. Her breasts hung down underneath, her nipples straight out, her peachy buttocks lilted upwards, her eyes revealed a voracious appetite. She crawled up his body, rubbing her smooth, smooth skin against him, before kissing him briefly on the mouth.

She sat up, grinned cheekily, and turned around, straddling him so that she was facing away from his face, giving him a superlative view of her back and her cute butt. Unseen by him, she was now checking out his equipment. Even before she touched him, he felt her gaze on his organ. He felt the blood pumping through the veins along his erection, making him harder than ever.

“Mmm,” she said, “I love your cock, Jonny. So big and hard…” And then he felt her delicate fingers land on him, tracing the outline of his penis through the thin cotton underwear, circling his balls gently as a butterfly, exploring his size and shape through the flimsy briefs. She made very appreciative noises as she went about satisfying her curiosity.

After a moment or two of her coaxing and massaging him through his briefs, she shifted her butt back almost to his jaw, and lowered her head towards his loins. This action raised her butt so that her pussy was spread open to his gaze again. Jonathan watched her juice dripping from her glistening pink folds and then felt a sudden heat at the tip of his cock.

She was gently sucking the tip of his erection through the material of his underwear, and this first real contact with his penis was heavenly. He felt her hands grip the base of his erection, and her mouth close tightly over the helmet.

After a few minutes, Jonathan felt her pull his briefs down his thighs, allowing his rock-hard manhood to spring free. She nearly squealed with delight, running her hands over his shaft before taking the purple bell into her hot mouth, swirling her tongue gloriously over its surface, sucking and squeezing it like a lollipop.

He pulled her thighs gently towards his face, and he felt her catch on to what he was doing, sinking her back end so that she virtually sat on his mouth, driving her oozing vagina onto his eager lips. While she bobbed up and down on his cock, cramming it into her mouth, Jonathan practised his techniques on her smouldering pussy, seeing what kind of movement and contact he could get with his mouth French-kissing her most private regions.

Then she was down at his thighs, her hands on his engorged member. She seemed to be using him as a sex toy. She held his penis, and rubbed it over her velvet skin, over her stomach, her thighs - leaving a trail of pre-cum on her skin. She rubbed it over her mound, through her cherry curls - which was a little much for his sensitive helmet - before stroking it around her vulva - against her clitoris and against her outer labia.

"Can you pass me my purse?" she asked, more than a little desire in her voice. He looked to where she was pointing, at the small pinewood table next to her bed. "Here you are," he said, passing her the little leather purse.

"I got this the day after I first saw you," she said, pulling a box of extra-sensitive condoms out of her purse, “I had a feeling I might need them one day soon.”

Squeezing his hard cock between her thighs, she opened the box and took out a condom.

“We’re gonna need a lot of these,” he said as she sheathed his erection in latex.

“I’m gonna go on the pill,” she said, “in a couple of weeks we won’t need them.

"Mmm, I can’t wait," Jonathan smiled as she sank slowly onto his cock, the most incredibly tightness of unparalleled warmth enveloping his penis.

She moaned softly as she started to gyrate her hips. Her hands gripped his pectoral muscles as she got an intense rhythm going. He really had to hold back to keep from just exploding there and then.

“You’ve done this before,” he said as she pressed herself down on his penis, taking him as deep inside her as was physically possible.

“Please,” she giggled, “I’m in my last year of high school – of course I’ve done it before.”

“Mmm,” he said, “so it’s not like you needed to practise with me.”

“Not needed, no,” she grinned cheekily, “but I wanted to, and I’m glad I did. Jonny, I haven’t done this with many people, you know, but you’re easily the best I’ve ever known.”

“Thank you.”

“And you’ll soon be the first to ever put your naked cock inside me.”

“Oh Lucy, I really can’t wait – you’re so tight. I love how you feel.”

She had the energy of an athlete, almost bouncing up and down on his cock, caressing her nipples as she did so. Periodically, she would lean forward and kiss his mouth. Then, still with his cock deep within her, she swivelled round, the feeling was intense. She ended up facing away from his face, towards his feet. But then she lay back, flat against his chest.

As the two of them resumed their rhythm, Jonny squeezed her breasts, massaging them and pinching her nipples. She reacted to his touch, her moaning getting louder and louder. She grabbed one of his hands and pulled it down between her legs, where he felt his cock sliding in and out of her hot, dripping pussy. She pressed his hand to her clit, urging him to touch her swollen button as he drove his hard cock into her wetness.

Her moaning grew incredibly loud, and Jonny found himself moving with her, moaning in his own quiet way as the intense sensations built between them. Lucy rocked her hips against him, grinding down so that the top of his cock pressed against her cervix and rubbed up against her sensitive g-spot. She pressed her hands on top of his, pushing him against her clitoris, and as their rhythm built up to a hair-raising pace, her moans became desperate little yelps as she got to the crest of the wave.

“Oh God, Jonny, fuck me!” she screamed, “fuck me fuck me fuck me!”

Her entire body shuddered as she came, and he felt a sudden rush of her juice pouring down onto his balls, and her climaxing pussy gripped his cock as his hot semen flooded out into the latex sheath.

Jonathan was in heaven. It was the most amazingly powerful orgasm, and he had to bite his lip to avoid making a sound.

As Emma collapsed back against him, completely spent, the two of them heard the front door slam. Dan and Emma were back. “We’re going to have to be careful,” said Jonny.

“It’s nearly the school vacation,” Lucy stroked his cheek, “then our parents will be at work and we’ll have all day every day to be home alone.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” she said, “then you can fuck me all over the house.”

5

The next two weeks seemed to fly by, but a change came over Dad and Emma that made it difficult for Jonny and Lucy to take advantage of their living under the same roof. Their parents were suddenly more attentive to them, spending more time with them instead of going off with each other.

Jonny hoped that Dad and Emma weren’t having rows or arguments, because if they broke up, Lucy would be forced to leave.

So for two weeks, Jonny and Lucy had to make up excuses to leave their parents company and head upstairs.

“We’re going up to use the internet,” Lucy would say, knowing that the only internet connected computer was in her bedroom, and that their parents were so computer illiterate that they wouldn’t be interested in exactly what she and Jonny would be doing while online.

But the two knew that they couldn’t go very far because every now and then, Dad or Emma would pop their heads around the door to check if they were all right. Very irritating, but Lucy and Jonny knew that when the vacation finally came, that they would have all day every day to themselves.

But though forced to be subtle, they could still get away with a little one on one contact. The top two steps on the staircase outside were creaky, and every time Dad or Emma came up to see if they wanted anything, they had a valuable fifteen second warning. So as long as they kept their clothes on and didn’t get too carried away, they could still play around.

Jonny would stand behind Lucy as she surfed the web, then crouch and gently rest his chin on her shoulder, touching his cheek against hers. A smile would grow across her face as he kissed her cheek softly and she felt his arms encircle her, sweeping over her t-shirt to hold her breasts in his hands. She would moan as he nibbled her ear lobe and caressed the swell of her chest through her white school blouse. He would feel her hard nipples pushing against the polyester, as she took off her bra when she got home since she liked Jonny to have easy access to touch her nipples and pinch them with his fingers.

Then his hands would drop and pop a few buttons of her blouse, and she would turn her head so she could kiss his lips. As they kissed, their lips exploring each other’s mouths, his hands would reach inside her blouse and seek out the cute curves of her breasts, and he would hear her breathing deepen as he massaged her silky soft skin and rolled her hardened buds between his fingers and thumbs, squeezing irresistibly.

She’d reach back to grab his head as they kissed passionately, their tongues dancing together in a fit of need and desire. He’d breathe in her sweet scent and stare into her gorgeous eyes and his hands would drop down, tracing over her beautifully smooth stomach to celebrate her wonderful shape, moving over the rough plaid skirt over her thighs and hips before moving back up between her legs where he could feel the heat and wetness of her arousal through her cotton panties.

He’d stroke her crotch through her soaking underwear and she’d moan while they kissed. He’d gear his caresses to her reactions and place sensual kisses down her neck as he moved to get a better position for his fingers to seek out her hot pussy through the saturated cotton, and his arms would press against her breasts, allowing him to move in contact with her breasts even while both his hands discovered the delights of her wetness.

Soon his fingers would slip under her panties and she would flinch from the first touch on her tender labia. She’d rock her head back as the tip of one of his fingers delved into her vagina, making little circular movements to slowly coat itself in her juice. Eventually, his finger would be inside her as far as it would go, and he’d gently move it round and round, gently in and out, looking for that all important spot she liked best.

Meanwhile, he’d use his other hand to seek out her clitoris, first coating his fingers in her emissions to ensure the best possible sensations when he find her little button. She’d flinch again slightly as his other fingers reached their destination and he would begin to flick the pad of his finger against it. Her breathing would be very heavy then, while his rhythm accelerated gradually and soon his fingers would be almost dancing inside her dripping pussy as others trembled around her clit to drive her into a near-frenzy.

After a while, she would be begging for more, but in little more than an out-of-breath whisper because of the wonderful sensations rippling through her body. He’d quickly move around in front of her, kneeling on the floor under her desk, so that his arms rested on her thighs and could push up her skirt so his head could drop down between her legs.

He’d touch his lips to her sopping panties and breathe in the wonderful scent of her arousal mixed with her perfume. She would be desperate for him to take her further, and her hands would move to hold his head, her fingers running through his hair, pressing gently down, urging him onwards as she felt his hot mouth against her tender pussy.

He’d nuzzle into her heat and push aside the material of her panties, glorying in the sight of her beautiful pussy with its delicate patch of ginger down and glistening pink petals waiting for him to clean the seeping juices with his mouth and tongue…

And then they’d hear the creak of the top steps and be forced to reposition themselves and act as though they were just innocently using some chat room or other when Dad or Emma poked their heads round the door.

For those two weeks, their caution meant that orgasms came by using just fingers and mouths – they felt that the trouble of putting a condom on Jonny was too much to risk when they could be interrupted at any time.

6

Then suddenly, with a real thrill, it was the Christmas vacation. That first morning, Jonny woke up late, after his parents had already gone to work, when Lucy came into his room and got under his duvet with him.

“You know,” she said, “we don’t need condoms any more.”

He felt her hands crawl down his chest until they found his rigid penis. “Mmm…” he said as she squeezed his shaft and moved his foreskin down and then upwards, teasing him in the best way she knew.

He reached down and stroked her nipples a little, still drowsy from his night’s sleep.

“Come on,” she said, climbing onto him, “it’s time.”

She and sank down onto his cock, that familiar tightness, but without a condom, so incredibly intense. He gasped as the sudden heat engulfed his erection. She rolled her deep brown eyes as she felt every corner of her orifice filled by him, the sensations so heightened by the absence of a barrier between them. He kissed her soft neck as she began to ride him, breathing in the strong fragrance she wore. He supported her breasts with his palms, her nipples in between his knuckles, where a slight movement of those hands pinched and squeezed those firm little nipples between his fingers.

His kisses moved slowly down to her chest, and he took first one, and then the other nipple in his mouth, teasing them with flicks of his tongue. His hands went to her firm behind, gripping her with real strength as their rhythm accelerated, the muscles in her thighs working to lift herself up his hardness and then plunge down on it, grinding her clitoris against skin.

He kissed her mouth and her tongue sought out his, dancing together passionately. He held her in his strong arms, and suddenly stood up, forcing her to wrap her legs around him to keep her balance. He carried her over to the couch and carefully laid her down, burying his face between her breasts as he thrust his cock within her, stirring it against her g-spot for full effect.

“Oh yes,” she moaned as he took her right nipple into his mouth again and began to apply real force, “that’s good…that’s so good…”

As he drove his penis into her time and time again, he would pull it out as far as possible before thrusting back inside her to the hilt, squeezing in as deep as possible.

“Oh fuck me,” she cried, “fuck me, Jonny, fuck me, fuck me!”

He upped his pace again, going quickly and firmly, but being careful not to hurt her. Her moans soon turned to near shouts, and as he took her over the edge, he timed his own peak to fire off his load inside her.

“This is going to be an amazing vacation,” she said as they lay sweaty and satisfied, spooning on the bed to regain their breaths and their strength.

“We still going through with your fucking all over the house plan?” he asked her.

“Of course,” she said, “but…uh…I’ve got a few girl friends coming over later – I hope you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind. What’re you girls going to do?”

“We’re going to do you, hopefully,” she giggled at his shocked expression. “I told a few people how incredible you are, I hope you don’t mind.”

“So they’re coming over?”

“They wanna see for themselves,” she said. “Who was I to say no?”

To Be Continued...

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[djmoonshine]

orchid.. i know youre gonna read this when you come back.. sorry i couldnt wait up.. im exhasted.... well talk later

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[orchid21]

you are crazy girl, it's so innocent

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"Luna, thank you so much!"

[djmoonshine]

dammit... i cant even post a good porn story....

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[pendragon]

Well i liked it.

[mareluna]

yea it's innocent but i liked it alo.. the innocence is the whole beauty of it u kno?

good job moonshine! where's the continuation?! hehe

peace! --daniela

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"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."

AoL: MAReLuNa

[djmoonshine]

whenever he finishes it, i will definitely post it... but im glad you guys liked it!!

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the secret of being a bore is to tell everything ~vOLTAIRE