Message-ID: <27639asstr$975514206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@dejanews.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: thursday_altavista@my-deja.com X-Original-Message-ID: <901emj$lbi$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Tue Nov 28 23:22:05 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} The Way Only Teenagers Can (mf, teen) Date: Wed, 29 Nov 2000 11:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/27639> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, Vulpine -- Standard disclaimer: If you're underage in your locality, don't read this. Or at least, don't get caught. If you don't like sex stories, don't read this. If you're a religious zealot...read this, get all hot and bothered, feel guilty and shameful, and send me mail telling me I'm going to hell. -- The Way Only Teenagers Can (mf, teen) by: <thursday@altavista.net> "Justin told me that you grabbed some girl's ass at that party last week," Maggie said to me. "Maybe I'll grab yours tonight," I replied. Boy, was I smooth. "No. I know what happened after that," she said. "You won't be grabbing my ass." Apparently she was under the impression that my obnoxious sexual harrassment of a fellow party goer last week (a delightful young woman observed me observing her ass one time to many, and demanded: "If you like my ass so much, why don't you just grab it?", which I stupidly did, much to the amusement of everyone within eyeshot) was the prelude to some wild sex or something. Nothing could have been further from the truth, but being a guy and not wanting to let her know that, actually, nothing happened other than my getting slapped in the face, I just winked at her. We were both 17, high school juniors, and were at a party thrown by a friend of a friend a couple of towns over from ours. Maggie was tall, at 5'11", nearly as tall as I was. She was big boned, I guess; not chubby at all, but she definitely had substance to her; I think she must have weighed about 150 pounds. She had a curvy, hourglass figure, with wide hips and a generous ass, and lovely round C-cup breasts. Her hair was bleached blonde, cut in a nice pageboy, and she had dark brown eyebrows above striking dark blue eyes. Her face was round, and her pale skin was dotted with light freckles along her cheekbones. Maggie had just started hanging out with my little crowd, after coming back home from a year as an exchange student in Europe. Maggie had been a member of the in-crowd before she'd gone away for the year. When she returned, we started to hear rumors about her promiscuity in Europe, and her heretofore friends seemed to drop her. I guess that she'd discovered sex and liked it and told her friends about it, and they, being teenagers, found that as enough reason to shun her. This, despite the fact that many of her friends were themselves quite promiscuous; but there's no such thing as logic when you're 17. So Maggie started hanging out with my group of friends. We tended to think of ourselves as outcasts--I think one of us actually said that at one point--we were all fairly different from one another in some ways; one of us was an aspiring filmmaker, another an artis, Kim aspired to be an innkeeper when she grew up, and I fancied myself a writer, sitting in the hallways during recess reading Kerouac, Hemingway and Salinger, but we were all bound together by the fact that, at some point in our careers at school, we'd managed to be rejected or scorned by every other social circle in our small high school. We actually were a stereotype although we thought we weren't. The only thing that separated us from the rest of the school's various groups of nerds was our liberal use of alcohol and tobacco, which, for some reason, endeared us to, and created a happy peace between, us and the in-crowd. Maggie's attachment to our little group began during lunch one day when we all stood off campus smoking. She just sauntered up and started talking, and smoking with us, which, in retrospect, must have taken a great deal of courage, since, as a group, we weren't the friendliest bunch of people. It took us a while to warm up to her--like an elephant, I have a ridiculously long memory and couldn't forget one occasion 5 years before when she, as one of the "cool" kids, had said something rude and scornful to me--but after a few weeks, she was one of us, present at all of our weekend affairs, and sneaking off campus to smoke with us between classes, hanging out with me at the dive coffeeshop I frequented before class. I was talking about Maggie with a classmate one day. I think I was complaining about having a new person around to get used to. "Dude, she digs you," my classmate, a stylish jock, told me. "I'd bone hard on her." When he told me that, it seemed to make sense. She seemed to hang out with us mostly when I was there and she was always interested in the books I was reading and wanted to read them, too. But although I'd been with four girls by that time in my life and certainly wasn't a virgin, I still wasn't past the point where my hands shook whenever I did anything sexual with a girl.. And, since I was a bit chubby--220 pounds on a 6'1" frame--I still found it hard to believe that a girl could "dig" me without the aid of alcohol. But until tonight, I'd been mostly oblivious and uninterested--even if she were attracted to me, it seemed wrong to do anything about it, since she seemed to be in a vulnerable state with having lost all her friends. Or I just assumed that she must feel as bad as I thought I would have, had the situation been reversed. At any rate, I was completely obsessed with our friend Anne, an impossibly beautiful and coquetteish redhead who, unfortunately for me, had a boyfriend. It was early at the party, and people were just beginning to arrive. My friends and I went out to the back yard to get some beer from one of the kegs. We all filled cheap plastic cups with cheap foamy beer. I'd heard that dragging your index finger along the outside of your nose and then dipping said finger into the foam in your beer would somehow magically cause the foam to dissolve--probably a chemical reaction between the foam and whatever disgusting grease lived in a teenager's hormone embattled skin. Standing in a circle with Maggie and a couple of our friends, I made a great display of dragging my finger along my nose and inserting it into my cup. There was, indeed, some sort of chemical reaction, and the foam in my beer had decreased somewhat. I removed my finger, which was coated in foam and beer, and held it up to the world, with a quizzical look on my face, as if to ask, "what do I do with this?" I was about to wipe it off on my bluejeans when Maggie stepped closer to me and suddenly my finger was enclosed in her mouth, her tongue sucking the beer and foam off my index finger. Words can't describe the feeling of her mouth--if I were half the writer I'd once hoped to be, I could write volumes about it; it was warm and gentle and wet and fleshy--it was the softest, most intensely sensual feeling I'd ever had; it was heaven. To this day, the memory of that feeling gives me shivers. All the female mouths I've experienced since then have been compared to Maggie's, and they all fall short. I was slightly flabbergasted by Maggie's forward-ness, and all I could do was offer a "thank you," while a tingle shot through my body, terminating in my loins. As more and more people began to arrive--all strangers to us, since we were interlopers from another town--we continued to drink more and more. With each fresh beer, I'd repeat the nose-to-thumb-to-beer routine, and, each time, Maggie seemed to be nearby, and would happily take the proffered finger into her incredible mouth and roll her tongue around it. By 10:00, our friend's band was playing--loud, unintelligible punk rock--and Maggie and I were standing in the kitchen facing the band, which was playing in the dining room opposite. There were about 50 other people there in that small, suburban kitchen; it was standing-room-only, and we were packed in like sardines. We were leaning against the counter, and I had my hand around her waist. I started to attempt to work my fingers between her ass and the counter against which we were leaning--she was, after all, expecting an ass-grab, so why disappoint her?--when she turned toward me. "If you grab my ass," she shouted into my ear, "I'll scream." This was really funny since I could barely hear her shouting at the top of her lungs. "You can't scream," I told her, "if my finger's in your mouth." To keep up appearances, I suppose, I dipped my finger into my beer, and reached up to her mouth, and slid it past her lips. Maggie, doing her part, stepped forward from the counter top, opening just enough room for my open palm to slide from the small of her back onto her glorious left cheek, which was at once soft and firm. She promptly leaned back, trapping my hand somewhat painfully between her ass and a kitchen cabinet. She had abandoned all pretense of licking beer off of my finger, and was now actively giving my finer a blowjob, sliding it into and out of her mouth. We were attracting a bit of attention, party goers nearby were pointing at us, and our friend, the band's drummer, was laughing as he banged on his drum set. Maggie pulled my hand out of her mouth, and led me by my wet finger to the sliding glass door to the back yard. It was a cold Northern California February night, and there were only a couple of people back there: two stoners at the keg, filling their cups, and a couple on a chaise longue, making out.. Maggie led me around to the side of the house, where she leaned against the wall. Dropping my hand, she took my face between both her hands and brought her lips to mine, parting them with her lips as she opened her mouth. Her lips were soft and infinite and melted into mine as her tongue slid past my teeth into my mouth. We made out, wildly, as only teenagers can, for nearly an hour, although it seemed like only a few minutes. I felt her hands on my behind, my back, my neck, my head, and soon she was sliding her open palm across the front of my pants, rubbing my cock, which had been hard for hours and was leaking precum onto my jeans. My hands traveled from her ass, along her hips and up the sides of her torso to her round breasts. I cupped them in both hands as we continued to kiss. My thumb traced circles around her hard nipples, and I began to unbutton the first three buttons of her blouse. "It unhooks in front," she told me, referring to her bra, as she broke our kiss. I unhooked her bra on my second attempt, and my mouth found her stiff pink nipples. Sucking one into my mouth, I licked and nibbled on them, alternating from left to right. Maggie breathed heavily, and said "oh, yeah," once when I bit a little hard on one. I soon felt her hand leave my crotch and begin to unbutton my jeans. She slipped her hand into my underwear, and, with the butt of her hand resting against my pubic hair, she wrapped her fingers around the base of my raging hardon. We were kissing again, and Maggie leaned into me with her shoulder, turning us around with my back to the wall. She quickly pulled open the remaining buttons on my jeans, and pulled them and my underwear off my ass and my seven-inch cock sprang free into the 45 degree night air. She kissed me again, and held my cock by its circumcised head as she sank to her knees. "Mmmm," she murmurred, as she slowly, tentatively, slid her tongue against the underside of my dickhead. Licking the precum off my dick, her mouth formed a wide O as she pushed her head toward my body, taking me into her mouth. I could feel her slick top teeth against my crown as it slid past them. She held me there in her soft, warm, velvet mouth for a moment, eyes closed, with one hand reaching between my legs, cupping my butt cheek. Just being in her mouth was pure, buttery bliss, and I shortly felt her tongue slide along and around my shaft. Maggie then slowly began to pull away from me, sliding my cock again along her tongue. This began a fast cycle of mouth fucking, as her head bobbed back and forth along the length of my penis, with Maggie sucking enthusiastically whenever my cockhead reached the tip of her tongue. Maggie was making sluprping sounds, holding the base of my cock with her left hand, and my breathing had increased steadily to the point of panting, and I was moaning with pleasure. She took me out of her mouth briefly, and ran her tongue around my dick head, and took me in again. It was at this point that my stomach tightened, and I caught my breath as my penis jerked in her mouth, and pumped four or five shots of hot, teenage sperm against the back of her throat. Maggie didn't miss a beat, and kept fucking my cock with her mouth, swallowing my cum. Finally, she gingerly pulled her mouth off of my cock, and stood up, pulling my pants up from around my ankles. She kissed me deeply, and I could taste my salty sperm fresh on her tongue. "Martin," I heard Justin, our ride, shouting from the back door. "Oh, shit," I said to Maggie. I was horrified because a) I didn't want this to stop now--I hated boys who would leave a girl hanging after getting a blowjob, and b) although most teenaged boys might not be embarrassed about being caught with their pants down, so to speak, I would have been mortified.. Maggie began buttoning her shirt, and I stuffed my still hard cock back into my jeans. "Yeah?" I said, as we emerged from around the corner. "I'm leaving," said Justin. "Do you guys want a ride?" It was after midnight. "Yeah," Maggie replied. So 5 of us piled into Justin's old Oldsmobile. Maggie and I sat in the back with one of our friends, while Justin and Anne were up front. I was stuck in the middle. After we'd settled in and were about five minutes into the forty-five minute drive home, Maggie draped her left leg over my right leg and leaned her head onto my shoulder. I put my hand on her soft thigh, about halfway up from her knee. Maggie took my hand and pulled it to her crotch. It finally dawned on me that she was wearing a skirt. I looked to my left and saw our friend Rick, with whom were were sharing the back seat, sleeping. Up front, Justin drove and smoked cigarettes as Anne sat silently, probably sleeping, next to him. I took my hand from Maggie's lap and, reading my mind, she loosened the waistband of her skirt, and I slid my hand down past her smooth tummy, into her panties, past the coarse curly hair covering her pubis. My fingers slid down her slit, on either side of it; her panties were completely soaked with her juices--my knuckles were shortly caked with the juices soaking her panties. I slid my index finger along her outer lips, and up to her hard clit. Sliding back down, I slipped one and then two fingers into her hole, and managed to pull them in and out for a while, finger fucking her as her breathing quickened. My wrist tiring of the awkward position it was in to keep my fingers inside her, I resumed sliding my finger up and down her lips. Maggie would catch her breath each time my thumb or forefinger brushed her clit in my increasingly rapid ministrations on her puffy pussy lips. I began rubbing her clit with my thumb as my forefinger continued its frenzied pistoning up and down her slit, slipping into her hole from time to time. We'd been going like this for a while, when her body went rigid, and she stopped breathing as she bucked against my hand. It wasn't until now that I noticed the intense, musky smell of her sex pervading the entire car, and Justin grinning at me in the rearview mirror. Maggie cracked the window, and we smoked cigarettes for the rest of the ride home. Justin let me and Rick and Maggie out at my car, which I'd left in the school parking lot next to Rick's. Rick offered Maggie a ride home--her house was out of the way for me, and I guess he was oblivious to what we'd been doing all night--but I told him I'd take her home. Maggie and I rode silently for the short ride to her house. I stopped two houses before hers and shut off the car's headlights. We turned toward each other, and, instantly, like magnets drawn together, we were in each other's arms. We kissed, and kissed and kissed, and finally Maggie reached toward the ignition and shut the still-running car off. "Come in with me," she breathed, biting her lip and staring me in the eye. Maggie's room was in a little cottage behind her parents's house. We walked noisily down the gravel driveway, to the cottage. Stepping inside, she turned on a dim light near the bed and stepped out of her shoes. I did likewise, and we stood in the small cottage for a moment, not saying anything. I was nervous--it's always slightly nerve-wracking having sex with someone the first time, especially when it's not just a one-night stand, which I knew this wasn't going to be--and we just looked at each other for a while. Simultaneously, we both took a step closer and fell again into each other's arms, kissing madly, our tongues sloppily jousting with each other. Maggie's arms were around my neck, and mine went from the small of her back down to her ass. Her fingers ran from the back of my neck, around to the front, and down my throat, where they found the top button of the Oxford shirt I was wearing, and she unbuttoned it slowly, dragging her fingers along my skin as each button came free, and finallly pushed it off my shoulders to the ground. She ran her fingers through the brown hair covering my chest and belly, and back up to my nipples, which she pinched between her thumbs and forefingers. She then leaned into my chest, and flicked her tongue about my nipples, sucking one into her mouth, which practically sent me into convulsions--no one had ever done that to me before. Her hand had found its way back to my crotch, and she unbuttonned my fly, and pulled my pants off of me, and I stepped out of them, completely nude. I'd started to unbutton her shirt, and after she took my pants down, she stepped back to look at me for a moment, and, as she did so, she quickly removed her shirt and stepped out of her skirt, standing before me in her bra and panties. Hooking the sides of her panties with her thumbs, she pulled them off and stepped out of them, flinging them to a pile of clothes across the room. She then removed her bra, and backed up to the bed. She stopped before lying back, and her body was pure teenaged perfection. Her breasts were lovely and round and firm, crowned with stiff pink nipples; her small tummy rose slightly with each breath and was round and beautiful as well, and it gave way to a perfect triangle of coarse black pubic hair. She lay back, with her ass on the edtge of the high queen-sized bed, with her knees together. I stepped closer to the bed and started to kneel before her so I could go down on her. "No," she said, "I want to feel you inside me now. " "Umm," I started, "I probably won't last very long at first, but I will if we do it again." I knew this was lame, but I'd found that giving a warning that I wouldn't last long at first went a long way to alleviate the evarrassment of coming too soon. "That's ok," she told me, "but I want you now." And she opened her legs, exposing her dripping pussy. My cock jerked and was leaking precum as I stepped in between her legs and felt the purple head of my penis meet her gloriously wet outer lips for the first time. I held my cock steady and pushed into the warm, slippery, wet world of Maggie, feeling the walls of her cunt surrond my dick. Maggie's eyes opened wider as each inch slid in, becoming as large as saucers, it seemed, by the time my pubis met with hers. At the same time, she issued this great, gutteral moan as I moved inside of her. I paused there for a moment, and slowly pulled out, and pushed back in. Again, I pulled out slowly and pushed back in. A third time, again, this time, Maggie met my slow thrust with her own. Again, I pulled out. Pushing in this time, I felt the walls of Maggie's pussy contract against my cock. I winced. "Think about math," I told myself. "Faster," she said. More quickly, I pulled out. I pushed in, and she met my thrust with one of her own, hard, and our pelvises slammed together. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, and I started to pull out. I felt myself starting to cum. "I'm coming," I cried, as I instinctively pushed back into her sex. "Good," Maggie said. "I want you to last a lot longer next time." Pulling out, I knelt at the base of the bed, and started licking her pussy. I'd never done this before after just coming inside someone, but the cummy kiss I'd had from her earlier had been enough to alay any misgivings I might have had about tasting my own cum. If it's good enough for her, it's good enought for me. Pushing my tongue past her lips and into her hole, I could taste her juices mixed with mine. I began licking in earnest, alternatly slipping my tongue into her hole and sliding it up and down her slit. She wrapped her ankles about my neck and reached forward with her hands to hold my head to her dripping snatch. Her breathing quickened, and I reached up her torso to her breasts, which I cupped and squeezed, pinching her nipples as I lapped at her cunt. "Oh yeah, oh eyah, oh God," she cried, pushing my face even further into her sex. Her whole body shook and then went still as she came in wave after wave. I climbed onto the bed, and lay at her side as she caught her breath. She turned onto her side and grasped my half-hard cock with her hand, and slowly started pumping it. It quickly became hard, and Maggie turned around and got on her hands and knees. I got behind her and pushed my eager penis into her wet slit. She started rocking forward and backward on her knees, sliding my cock into and out of her pussy. I met her thrusts until we were slamming against each other furiously, my balls slapping against her with each thrust. I pulled out of her, and she got on her back. My cock hung between my legs, glistening with her cunt juice as I seaned down to lick her nipples. Licking the salty sweat from her breast, I felt her reach down and guide my dick into her pussy. She wrapped her legs around mine and dug her nails into my ass as I pistoned into her pussy. We kissed, and kissed, and kissed, all the while thrusting at each other as if the world depended on it. Rolling to my left, I held onto Maggie, and pulled her on top of me. :You *are* lasting longer," she said to me, looking down into my eyes. Her breasts hung down from her chest, and I leaned forward to suck a nipple into my mouth. She gave my cock a squeeze with her vaginal muscles, and slowly started rocking back and forth while I licked her nipples. She leaned down to kiss me, and, as she ran her tongue about my lips and teeth, her breassts flattened against my hairy chest, and I reached down to massage her ass. I began thrusting into her, and she straightened up, dragging her hands through the hair on my chest to rest on my stomach. Maggie rocking back and forth, me thrusting into and out of her, I reached between us and began to pull on her clit, rubbing it quickly. Her face went flush, and I felt her pussy squeeze down on my cock, nearly sending me over the edge. "Unnnh, unnnh, UNNNH, AAHHHH," she cried, waking, I'm sure, our Ambassador in China. I don't know how her parents couldn't have hear us. The site and sound of a beautiful girl coming was more than enough to send me over the edge, and I came inside her again. When we recovered, she remained upright on my still hard penis. We just looked at each other, staring into each other's eyes for a long moment. I sat up, keeping her astride my cock, and we made out the way only teenagers can. --End-- Author's note: This work is copyright (c) 2000 <thursday@altavista.net>. All rights reserved. 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