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T15 Young Love {Titmouse} (Mf,1st)
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WARNING NOTICE: 
 
   The following story is erotic fiction and includes 
descriptions of explicit sex.  If you are a minor or
if such things offend you, quit reading now.
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                    Young Love

                    by Titmouse
           (C)1997, All Rights Reserved



	"Mr. Mansfield?"  Janice Cramer, a junior from my 
5th period history class, is at the door of the 
classroom.  She's one of my favorite students, both this 
year and last, when I taught sophomore history.
	"Yes, Janice?" I ask.
	"Could I talk to you for a minute?"
	"Sure," I say.  "Come on in."
	Janice is a pretty girl, about 5'6", with a trim 
body, brown hair and green eyes.  Today, she is wearing 
a form-fitting top that doesn't quite reach her short 
skirt, revealing a line of skin around her middle.  
Janice walks over to my desk and sits down in the chair 
at the side.  She looks uncomfortable but determined.
	"Yes?" I prompt, when she doesn't speak for several 
moments.
	"Mr. Mansfield... I need some help."
	I push back in my chair and give her my full 
attention.  I try to be available to my students, and 
Janice is worth helping.  Plus, I like looking at her, 
especially her young, firm breasts, which ride high on 
her chest.  They are not especially large, but large 
enough.  The tight top she is wearing today certainly 
calls attention to them.  I try not to ogle her too 
obviously.
	"Is something wrong?" I ask.
	"Well, I guess.  I need to talk to someone."
	"You can talk to me," I assure her.
	"Will you promise not to tell anyone?"
	I think for a moment, then say "I can't say I'll 
promise without knowing what you're going to say.  But I 
won't talk about what you tell me without your 
permission unless it's really important, and then I'll 
tell you what I think should be done and try to get you 
to agree."
	She thinks about that for a while.  Then she sighs.
	"Well, what I need to talk to someone about is my 
boyfriend, Jimmy.  He's sixteen, and... he's older 
and... well, he wants me to have sex with him."
	Several thoughts dance into my mind at the same 
time.  I know this is an important subject to kids of 
this age.  I know things have changed a lot since I was 
that age.  I wonder why she's asking me instead of one 
of the women teachers.  And the thought of some teenage 
boy groping those marvelous tits, or sliding a hand 
under that tight skirt to the treasures beneath it, or 
rolling on top of her and pushing his little teenage 
dick into her tight teenage pussy is highly erotic.  I 
feel my own cock stir in my pants.
	"That's a tough one, for sure," I say.  "The 
important thing at your age is not to be pressured into 
doing something you don't want.  I know you've probably 
heard it a thousand times, but you're still young, and 
you've got lots of time to get around to sex.  There's 
no hurry."
	"I know that," says Janice, glancing up at me.  
"I've been thinking about it a lot, lately.  Jimmy and 
me... well, we've been getting pretty close, I guess.  
He wants me to, sure, and sometimes I want to, too."
	"Yes...?"
	"Well, in fact, I think I've decided to go ahead."
	My cock jolts into erection.  This nubile girl, 
scarcely more than a child, is talking to me about 
having sex.  I have no idea what to say.
	"Uhhh... Maybe you should think it over carefully," 
I say, stupidly.
	"I have thought about," Janice says.  "It's not... 
it's not a question of whether..."
	"Do you really think Jimmy is mature enough?"
	"Well," she says, looking me in the eyes, "no.  
That's the problem."
	"I don't understand."
	"Jimmy's a great boyfriend, but, well, I think 
making love the first time is something really, really 
special.  I want it to be right.  And I don't think 
Jimmy is the right one, not for my first time."
	She is looking right at me.  She sucks in a large 
breath and then sighs, which makes her teenage tits rise 
pertly and then settle back.
	"What I want," Janice says, "is for someone to 
teach me about making love.  Somebody who knows what 
he's doing and can show me."  I can't say anything.  My 
mouth is open, but nothing will come out.  "I mean, my 
boyfriend wants to bad enough, but he doesn't know 
anything.  He's never done it either.  And I want the 
first time to be good and right, not some clumsy 
fumbling foul-up in the backseat of a car."
	In a sudden flash, I begin to suspect where she's 
going with this.  I try to stop her, to say no, but 
nothing comes out.
	"I've always thought you were a special person, Mr. 
Mansfield.  You seem to remember what it's like to be 
our age.  And when I started thinking about this, about 
wanting it to be right, that's when I started thinking 
that someone like you would be the right person to show 
me."  Her eyes finally leave my face.  She looks down at 
her hands.  "Would you?  Would you teach me?  About 
love?"
	I am dumbstruck.  As a teacher of high school 
girls, I have had fantasies before, but I never had any 
thought that they might really come true.  I have 
daydreamed, and I have even masturbated over visions of 
sex with a couple of students, but I had never made and 
would never make a move toward realizing it.
	"Well, Janice," I say, clearing my throat, "this is 
hardly appropriate..."
	"Mr. Mansfield," Janice says, cutting me off, "I 
know all the things you're going to say.  But I've 
thought it through, and this is what I really want.  
I've got it all figured out so we won't take any risk, 
and I'll never, never tell anyone."

	The long, awkward conversation that follows would 
take forever to relate, and it all goes for nothing.  I 
try to sidetrack Janice, offering many reasons why it's 
a bad idea.  I am scared, for one thing.  Sex with a 
teenage girl -- a student -- would be certain ruin, 
maybe jail.  But Janice counters everything I say.  She 
has it all planned.  She knows where we could go, and 
nobody would ever know.  She's already taking birth 
control pills, so there's no danger.  She is determined. 
If I won't do it, she'll find someone else.  But she 
wants it to be me.  She likes me and trusts me.
	Finally, I wear down.  The truth is that my mind is 
screaming "No, no!" but my cock is begging "Yes, yes!"  
At last, hesitantly, I agree, and Janice rewards me with 
a huge grin.  We make plans to meet at her uncle's cabin 
by Fisher Lake on Saturday.

	We arrive at the cabin by the lake in separate 
cars.  I turn off the main highway, go down a side road 
about three miles, and take the gravel road back into a 
section where summer cottages are spread out at wide 
intervals.  At her parents' cabin, I turn in, drive into 
the woods about 100 yards through several turns, and 
pull up in front.  Janice's car is already there.  We 
are completely hidden from the road.
	As I climb out of my car, Janice comes out onto the 
cabin's porch.  She is wearing a t-shirt and tight, cut-
off shorts.  Her arms are wrapped around herself, 
hugging those precious tits.
	As I step up onto the porch, she comes close and, 
raising up on tiptoes, kisses my cheek.
	"I wasn't sure you'd come," Janice says.  "Thank 
you."
	"Is there any point in trying to talk you out of 
this?" I ask, hoping she'll say no.
	"No," she says.  "Let's go inside."
	The cabin is one large room, with a sofa and two 
chairs clustered near the fireplace on one wall, an open 
kitchen, and an alcove with a bed next to a door that 
presumably leads to the bathroom.  The bedspread has 
been pulled off the bed and is lying, neatly folded, 
across a nearby chair.
	We stand awkwardly for a moment.  I realize that 
the time for passivity has ended.  If I am going to do 
this, if I am to show Janice what she wants to know, I 
must take charge.  After all, I'm supposed to be the 
expert.
	"Come here," I say, holding out my arms.  Her arms 
still folded under her breasts, Janice moves to me and 
into my arms.  I wrap them around her and give her a 
reassuring hug.  "How about a kiss?"
	She tilts her face up and offers her soft lips to 
me.  I touch hers with mine, gently, savoring this first 
kiss.  With my tongue, I trace along her lips, and 
Janice opens them to me.  I slip my arm around her neck 
and pull her to me.  I slide my tongue into her 
welcoming mouth; her tongue meets and plays with mine.  
Her arms relax to her sides, allowing her breasts to 
press against me.  Then Janice throws her arms around my 
neck and kisses me back eagerly, openly.  She presses 
against me, sucking my tongue, letting her entire body 
flow against mine.
	"Ummmmm," Janice says when we break the kiss, "you 
kiss good."
	"Thanks," I say, "but kissing takes two people.  
You kiss good, too.  I don't think there's anything for 
me to teach you there."
	Janice slides her arms down from my neck and takes 
one of my hands in both of hers.  Backing up, still 
facing me, she begins to pull me toward the alcove 
bedroom.
	"But there are other things I want to learn," she 
says.  "Why don't we get started?"
	Janice walks me into the alcove and to the bed.  
She sits down and pulls me down alongside her.  Turning 
her face up to me again, she invites another kiss, and I 
am happy to oblige.  The kiss begins gently again but 
soon heats up.  I push my tongue into Janice's mouth and 
she welcomes it eagerly.  Then I pull my mouth away and 
nibble down her neck with lips and teeth to the 
sensitive area at the base of her neck, pulling her to 
me.  Her slim body seems small in my arms, but her firm 
teenage titties press against my chest.
	We fall back slowly onto the bed.  I raise up over 
her on one elbow and, looking into her eyes, slide my 
hand under the bottom of her t-shirt and slip up over 
her ribs to cup her breast.  Janice presses up against 
my hand, pushing her tit against my palm.  I squeeze and 
mold it.  My thumb glides over the top of her tit, 
feeling the nipple respond through the material of her 
bra.
	I move my hand to her other breast and fondle it 
for a while.  Then I pull my hand back to grasp the 
bottom of her t-shirt and push it up and over her tits. 
Her peach-colored bra is cut low, revealing the tops of 
Janice's breasts almost to the nipples.  I kiss and suck 
on the tops and down into her cleavage, then run my 
tongue under the edge of the bra cups to tease her 
nipples.  Moving from one to the other, I soon have both 
nipples erect.
	"Ummmm, that feels so nice," Janice says.  "Boys 
are obsessed with girls' breasts, but they sure don't 
know how to treat 'em.  They're always grabby, not 
gentle and sensitive like you are."
	"I'm obsessed, too," I say, "just a little more 
reverent."  I work my tongue into one bra cup and 
capture a nipple, sucking it into my mouth.  After a 
couple of long, strong pulls at the nipple, it goes from 
erect to almost hard, swelling in my mouth noticeably.
	"Would you like me to take my bra off?" Janice 
asks.  That seems like a great idea to me.  I pull back 
to give her room and help her strip off her t-shirt.  
Then I reach under her back, find the clasp, and quickly 
release it.  Slipping the straps off her shoulder, I 
pull the bra away from her body, revealing her young 
teenage tits to my view.  Although Janice is lying on 
her back, they are firm enough to flatten only a little 
from gravity, thrusting up from her chest in proud 
glory.
	"Oh, honey," I tell her, "you're just gorgeous.  So 
pretty.  Let me kiss them."
	And I do, sucking each nipple in turn, then opening 
my mouth and pulling as much of her firm tits into my 
mouth as possible.  After playing with them to my 
heart's content (temporarily, at least), I move my 
kisses back up her neck and onto her sweet, responsive 
lips.  We kiss passionately.  I pull her against me.  
Then, wanting to feel her naked tits against me, I strip 
off my own t-shirt and press them against my own breast, 
flattening her tits against me, the nipples burning like 
hot pebbles on my chest.
	After several minutes of hot kisses, I slip a hand 
between Janice's knees and rest a palm on her thigh.  
Her response is to relax her legs, allowing her knees to 
drift apart.  I move my hand down to her crotch by slow 
degrees and cup her pussy through her jeans.
	"Ohhhh," Janice moans softly.  "Ummmm... yessss!"  
She moves her pelvis up against my hand, pressing her 
pussy to me.  I press against her snatch, feeling the 
warmth and faint dampness.  I push my fingers into her 
slot as best I can through her tight jean cutoffs.
	Janice moves a hand down to my waist, then slips it 
between us.  Her fingers touch my erection through my 
pants, and it swells up in response.  Janice cups it in 
her palm, slides up and down along my cock, then grips 
in her slim fingers.
	"Oh, honey," I say, "that's the spot.  I like what 
you're doing."  I hunch my hips, stroking myself against 
her clutching hand.
	"I guess guys like to be touched as much as girls," 
Janice says.  "Jimmy wants me to touch him, but if I do 
it very much, he pushes my hand away.  Says I'll make 
him shoot in his pants."
	"I can understand that," I say.  "If you kept that 
up very long, I might cum in my pants, too."
	"Ooh, we don't want that, do we?" Janice says, 
smiling up at me.  "But... what should I do about Jimmy? 
Should I take it out?"
	I don't see how that would keep Jimmy from cumming, 
although it might save his pants.  But I very much like 
the idea of Janice taking my prick out of my pants and 
holding it in her hot little teenage hand.
	"Well," I tell her, "it depends.  If you're going 
to make love, you're going to have to take it out sooner 
or later anyway.  And if you're not going to make love, 
you can do other things that are a lot better than 
making him cum in his pants."
	Janice seems to like the idea of touching my naked 
cock as much as I do.  At least she wastes no time in 
reaching for the button of my slacks.  She fumbles with 
it awkwardly for a few moments until I reach down and 
help her release it.  Janice grasps my zipper and tugs 
it down.  Then she puts her warm, moist palm on my 
stomach and slides her hand under the elastic of my 
undershorts.  My rampant cock is right there, sticking 
up along my stomach.  She runs her hand down its length 
to the base, then moves up slightly and wraps her 
fingers around my prick.  I moan in delight.
	"Ummmm, you seem to like that," Janice says.  "Does 
that feel good?"  She knows damn well it does, I'm sure.
	"Oh, yeah, baby, I like it a lot," I tell her.  
"That's right.  Hold it like that, and move your hand up 
and down."
	She jacks me off inside my shorts for a while.  My 
hand is cupping and pressing against her pussy.  I'm 
eager to get my hand on her naked cunt, but I'd like to 
get her mouth on my cock even more.  Janice pushes my 
shorts down, exposing my prick.  She looks down as she 
wraps her fingers back around it and jacks up and down.
	"Uhhh... you said there are other things?..." 
Janice says.  "Like what?  The girls talk about... 
blowjobs... but I don't know what that really means.  
Does it mean... kissing you... down there?"
	"Yes, something like that," I say.  "It's kissing 
and a lot more."
	Janice ponders that a moment.
	"Well... would you show me how?  I want to learn to 
do it."
	"Sure, if you want to," I say.  I pull my arm out 
from under her.  "Here... Let me sit up."  Our legs are 
still draped over the edge of the bed, so when I sit up, 
I'm back in my original position, sitting on the side of 
the bed.  "Let me see," I say, thinking.  "I think the 
best is for you to kneel on the floor between my legs."
	Janice sits up, too.  Her torso is covered in a 
faint sheen of perspiration.  Her firm tits jut out from 
her chest, the nipples still enlarged, pouting out from 
the tips of her breasts.  As she slips down onto the 
floor, I raise up and shuck my pants down to my ankles, 
kick my loafers off, and drag both my pants and socks 
off my feet at the same time.  I am completely naked, 
now.  Janice still has on her shorts, but is otherwise 
bare.
	She kneels between my legs and grasps my cock again 
in her right hand, stroking up and down on my hard-on.  
She looks up at me.
	"I... I don't know what to do," Janice says.  "Tell 
me."
	I lean back on my hands.
	"You take it in your mouth," I tell her.  "You 
don't blow on it.  It's more like sucking on it.  You 
use your mouth like your hand, or like your pussy.  
Slide up and down on it with your mouth, using your lips 
to hold it."	
	Tentatively, Janice moves her lips toward my 
rampant hard-on.  She licks her lips and opens her 
mouth.  I feel her warm breath as she lowers her head 
and then the feathery touch of her soft lips on the end 
of my tool.  Slowly, the pretty, brown-haired teenager 
takes the head of my cock into her mouth.
	"That's right," I tell her.  "Now, suck on the end 
of it."  I feel the suction of her mouth as her cheeks 
hollow.  "Use your tongue," I say.  "Move it back and 
forth and rub the underside of my prick.  It's real 
sensitive there, just like your clit."
	Experimentally, Janice slides her tongue from side 
to side under the head of my dick.  Then she does it the 
other way, extending and retracting her tongue to rub up 
and down along the length of it.
	"That's very nice, Janice," I tell her.  "That 
feels good.  Now, take a little more into your mouth.  
But watch your teeth.  Don't let them touch me.  Use 
your lips to cushion them."
	She moves her head forward a little, sliding her 
lips down my cock.  They grip the diameter of my prick 
like a soft, constricting band moving down the shaft.  
The head slides along her tongue.
	"Go farther," I say.  "You can take more.  With 
more practice, you should be able to take it all, or 
almost all."
	Janice presses forward a little more.  I feel the 
tip nudge the back of her mouth.  Suddenly, she gags, 
draws back and pulls her mouth off of me.
	"That's okay," I tell her.  "You'll get used to the 
feel.  Wrap your hand around me, just in front of your 
lips, and use it to control how deep I go.
	Janice takes my prick in her right hand and uses it 
to guide my cock back into her mouth.  She holds her 
lips tight and pushes her head down over my dick, 
allowing the gradually increasing girth to push her 
mouth open.  I slide into her innocent, teenage face.  
Her hand slips down my cock in front of her lips, 
gripping me firmly but sliding in the slickness of her 
previous effort.  I touch the front of her throat again, 
but she doesn't gag this time.  She moves her head in a 
small circle and my prick rolls around in her mouth.  
Then she pulls back, sliding up my cock again until just 
the head is still in her.
	"That's right, baby," I say.  "You want your hands 
and mouth to work together.  Your hand should grip me 
like a tight pussy, sliding up and down.  Your mouth 
adds to it, something special no pussy can do.  Work on 
the head when it slides in, like you did before.  Twist 
your head from side to side, and turn your hand on it, 
back and forth."
	Janice keeps working on my prick, trying to do as I 
tell her.  She's awkward at first but grows better at it 
with practice as she continues to mouth my stiff dick.  
She slides her mouth and hand up and down it, twisting 
her hand around each time she pushes forward to take it 
in her.  Watching this 17-year-old suck on my cock is 
one of the sexiest things that has ever happened to me.
	"That feels very good, Janice," I tell her.  "It's 
not just the way it feels, though, it's the way it 
looks, too.  You look very sexy.  It's a real turn-on to 
see my cock sliding into your mouth, to see your hand on 
my prick and feel it sliding up and down.  Does it turn 
you on?  Do you like the feel of my cock in your mouth?"
	Janice looks up at me and smiles around the tube of 
man-meat she is sucking on.  She slips me out of her 
mouth but keeps her hand on me, jacking up and down on 
my prick.
	"Yes," she says, "it really does turn me on.  Look 
at my nipples-- they're hard as rocks.  I can feel them 
tingle.  And my... my pussy,too.  It keeps twitching 
inside-- kind of like your... your cock does when it's 
in my mouth.  It make me feel-- I don't know-- like 
powerful or something.  I can tell you like what I'm 
doing to you.  I can tell I'm turning you on, making you 
sexy.  I like that.  And I like the feel of your cock in 
my mouth and the feel of it in my hand.  It's like hard 
inside and soft outside, real soft and smooth."
	I reach down to her pert, young tits and cup one in 
each hand.  Her taut nipple press against my palms.  I 
squeeze them firmly, then pinch her nipples and pull on 
them.  Janice closes her eyes and rocks her shoulders 
back and forth.  Then she opens her eyes and guides my 
cock up to her mouth.  Instead of taking it in, though, 
she holds it up straight and licks at the underside.
	"Oh, yes, you little honey," I tell her.  "That 
feels good.  Suck me again."  She slides her mouth over 
my prick and pushes her head down onto it.  "Oh, yes," I 
say.  "That's very nice."
	Janice continues to give my cock a good working 
over.  Clamping her lips around me, she rocks her head 
back and forth, sliding her lips along my prick.  I 
start pushing my hips up to meet her downstrokes, then 
pulling back slightly to drag my cock out of her mouth 
through her clutching fingers and sucking, licking 
mouth.
	"Are you getting real turned-on, Mr. Mansfield?" 
she asks.  "Would you cum if I keep doing this?"
	I smile at her weakly.  "Oh, yes," I say.  "I could 
definitely cum if you keep doing that.  Do you want me 
to?"
	Janice cocks her head as she considers.  Almost 
absent-mindedly, she continues to move her hand up and 
down my prick.
	"I don't know," she says.  "If you do, does that 
mean you won't be able to...  You know what I mean.  You 
know what I really want.  If you cum in my mouth, will 
we still be able to do that?"
	"Well," I say, "I wouldn't be able to do it again 
right away, but we've got lots of time.  I'm sure we'd 
find something to do in the meantime until I'm ready 
again."
	Janice leans down and kisses the head of my cock.
	"Well," she says, "I'm really tempted.  I mean, 
I've never seen a guy cum before.  Except for the time 
Jimmy did it in his pants.  But if I make you cum, what 
happens... I mean, what about... you know."
	I reach down and stroke her hair, then move my hand 
down to caress a tit.
	"Well," I say, "you know what's going to happen 
then.  When you make me cum, I'm going to shoot my seed 
out of the end of my cock.  What you do then is up to 
you.  Some women don't like it.  They may put a hand 
over the end to catch it, or just move away and let it 
shoot out.  But the best thing for me is for you to take 
it in your mouth."
	"Ewww," says Janice, wrinkling her nose.  "What 
does it taste like?"
	"Oh, creamy, stringy, and a little salty," I tell 
her.  "You may not like it at first, but most women get 
to like it.  Most of them just swallow it down.  Some 
spit it out afterward.  Swallowing it is real sexy, 
though, for both of us.  It's like you make me cum 
harder by keeping on while I'm shooting, and if you 
swallow it while it's happening, it's like I'm shooting 
it right into you and you're taking everything I've got 
to give."
	"Is that what I should do with Jimmy?" Janice asks.
	"If you want to do it the best way, yes," I tell 
her.  "A woman who drinks a man's cum is giving him the 
best she's got.  I can't explain, really, but in some 
ways it's even more intimate than making love.  You're 
not getting anything yourself, you see.  You're doing it 
all for him, and making him cum as hard as you can.  
It's sure as hell sexy, I can tell you."
	"Then I guess I should learn," Janice says, after 
thinking it over for a moment.  "I guess I want to make 
you cum in my mouth.  Would you like me to?"
	"Yes," I say.  "Yes, of course.  I want to cum in 
your mouth, baby.  Make me do it."
	Janice looks at me and moves her mouth back down to 
my prick.  She licks the head and the underside, holding 
me in one hand and lapping her tongue up it like it was 
an ice cream cone.  Then, raising up on her knees, she 
pushes her mouth down onto my cock and begins to give me 
a vigorous blowjob.
	She bobs up and down on it, licking and sucking.  
When she has me as deep in her mouth as she can take it, 
she twists her head from side to side while pressing her 
tongue up against my prick.  Using her hand like an 
extension of her mouth, Janice slides her fingers up and 
down my pole, milking it, squeezing it in her hot, 
slippery grip.
	For an amateur, she has learned very quickly.  It 
feels incredibly good.  And I'm turned on by this young 
girl going to town on my cock, plunging up and down.  
Her firm, young tits bob up and down with the motion, 
her nipples standing out like hard buttons.  My prick 
slides through her clutching fingers and into her young 
but eager mouth, which is stretched wide by the size of 
my tool.  When she pulls back, her lips are pulled 
outward to drag along the stem, and her fingers rub 
along the sensitive area underneath.
	"Oh, that's really sexy," I say.  "It feels really 
good, Janice.  Yes, baby, that's right.  Suck my cock, 
honey.  Squeeze it.  Yes... yesss.  That feels so good. 
Oh, your mouth is so hot, baby.  Go down on me.  Suck 
my dick.  Oh, yes."
	Janice is really going after me now, sucking hard 
on my cock and jacking up and down on the shaft.  Her 
mouth is making little smacking sounds as she pulls on 
it.  I can feel my cum start to build.
	"Yes, baby.  That's so good," I tell her.  "You're 
gonna make me cum, all right.  Do you want it, baby?  Do 
you want my cum?  Do you want me to cum in your mouth?"
	For an answer, Janice increases her efforts, 
twisting her head back and forth on my cock, her hands 
flying up and down, her fingers gripping me tightly and 
twisting around on my prick.  She's making little 
whimpering cries with the effort, urging me on, urging 
me to shoot my load into her tender, young mouth.
	"Oh, yes," I moan, the cum rising in me.  "Yes, 
baby, I'm going to do it.  Oh, god, baby.  Yes.  Yes, 
here it comes.  Oh, oh, AHHHHH!"
	The cum boils out of me.  I shoot one, two, three 
hard jets into Janice's eager, sucking teenage mouth, 
followed by several more weaker spurts.  Janice 
hesitates briefly when the first shot of cum blasts into 
her.  She almost chokes, but then she swallows and keeps 
on sucking and jerking on my cock, milking it with her 
fingers, urging me to shoot more of my cum into her 
welcoming mouth.  She keeps on squeezing and sucking and 
swallowing until I am completely spent, drained, 
exhausted.
	"Oh, god, baby," I tell her, "that was so good.  
You really made me cum hard."
	Janice lifts her head off my cock and grins at me 
proudly.
	"Did you really like it?" she asks.  "Was it good? 
Did I do it right?"
	"You did beautifully, honey," I say.  "It was 
really sexy and wonderful.  Did you like it?"
	"I wasn't too sure at first," Janice admits.  "That 
first shot of cum, I guess I didn't know what to expect. 
But it felt so sexy to make you shoot like that, and 
there was more cumming, and so I just swallowed it and 
kept on and it wasn't bad at all, just a little strange 
at first."
	There's a dribble of cum that has escaped from her 
mouth and is running down her chin.  I reach out and use 
a finger to wipe it up, then offer it to her mouth.  
Without hesitation, Janice opens her mouth and sucks my 
finger in, licking the cum off it.  She works her tongue 
around inside her mouth, gathering up remnants, and 
swallows again.
	"It's kind of sticky," she says.
	"Yes," I say, "but you'll get used to it."
	"I think I already am," Janice says.  "I liked the 
way it felt.  I liked making you cum and making you 
shoot into my mouth."
	I pull her up to sit on the bed beside me.  We hug 
and kiss for a while.  I enjoy the feel of her firm, 
young tits against me.  Our kisses grow increasingly 
passionate, and I lay Janice down on the bed, snuggling 
her close to me.  My leg slips between hers, and I press 
it up against her pussy, still covered by her shorts.  
Janice presses back against me, rubbing her still-virgin 
cunt against my leg.
	After a bit of this, I pull my leg away so that I 
can unfasten her shorts and work the zipper down.  Then 
I slide my hand over her slim stomach and into her 
panties.  Her pussy hair is still somewhat sparse.  My 
finger finds her slot and slides along the lips, which 
are slick and wet with her juice.  Without trying to 
penetrate, I work my fingers between the lips and stroke 
her cunt, making sure that the base of my finger rubs up 
against her clit.
	Janice hugs me tightly, eyes closed.  Her lips 
part, and her breath is rapid.  When my finger strokes 
along her clit, she sucks in air through her teeth and 
moves her hips in response.  Carefully, I slip the tip 
of my finger into the start of her fuck channel and work 
it around, then push in a little farther.  Now, as I 
stroke Janice's cunt, my finger slides into her virgin 
pussy about an inch on each downstroke.
	But it's cramped inside her tight shorts and 
panties.  I withdraw my hand and start working her 
shorts down over her hips and, after a moment, Janice 
helps me.  She lifts her hips and we gradually get the 
shorts down onto her thighs.  Then I push her panties 
down, too, and drag both down her legs and off her feet.
	Janice is trying bravely not to be shy.  The 
teenager keeps her eyes closed except to look up at me 
once to see that I'm looking at her, not her pussy.  She 
has pulled her legs together.  I put my hand on her 
snatch and push between her thighs, beginning to stroke 
her again.  Gradually, Janice relaxes, letting her 
thighs open to my hand.  Before long, they're wide 
apart, giving me maximum access.  I slide my finger up 
and down in her slot, push it back into her young pussy, 
and then move up to the top to stroke and roll her clit. 
She shudders with desire.
	"Well," I tell her after a while, "I think it's 
time for me to return the favor."
	Janice opens her eyes and looks at me uncertainly. 
"What do you mean," she asks.  "I mean...Well, I 
don't..."
	"Relax," I say.  "I'm going to kiss your pussy, 
just like you sucked me."
	"Uh...I don't know...I mean..." Janice stutters.  
"Is that...?"
	"Relax," I repeat.  "I want to.  I'm looking 
forward to it.  Trust me on this.  You'll like it, too."
	"Well...okay, I guess," she says hesitantly.  "If 
you think..."
	"I think it's important for you to learn about," I 
say.  "Believe me, this is something that men and women 
do in bed together.  Technically, it's called 
cunnilingus.  I want to show it to you."
	"But...Isn't it...dirty?" Janice asked.
	"Yes," I say, smiling, "but not the way you mean 
it.  It's dirty as hell.  Sexy as hell.  But if you're 
clean enough to make love, and I'm pretty sure you took 
a bath to get ready today, you're clean enough for me to 
eat your pussy.  And I'm not kidding when I say I'm 
looking forward to it."
	"Well, okay, I guess," Janice says, but I wasn't 
waiting.  I encourage her to move up on the bed and then 
shift myself down toward the middle.  She has pulled her 
legs together again.  I kiss her knees, then push 
between them and start kissing and nibbling my way down 
her thighs.  Janice can't figure out what to do with her 
hands.  They flutter down toward her middle, 
instinctively wanting to cover herself from my view, 
then finally come to rest, one on her stomach, the other 
raised up on the bed near her head.
	As my kisses move down her thigh, my head pushes 
her legs apart, and her tender, young snatch comes into 
view.  Her bush is light brown, like her hair, and 
trimmed up for summer into a small triangle.  Below it 
lies her crimson pussy lips, glistening wetly with her 
juices and puffy with arousal.  The top is gaping 
slightly open, revealing the small bud of her clitoris.
	I move my lips to her crotch, not kissing it 
directly but nibbling all around it on both sides where 
her legs join her torso, sucking and licking at the 
tender skin.  When I feel Janice relax and begin to 
respond, I extend my tongue and, starting from the 
bottom of her pussy, lick upward between the lips, 
ending with a tongue-flick on her clit.  I do that 
several times more.  Her thighs relax and spread wide, 
allowing me full access.
	"Ummmmm," Janice moans faintly.  "Oh, gee..."
	"Does that feel good, honey?" I ask.
	"Oh, yesssss," she hisses, "oh, golly.  I never... 
realized... ooooh... it's... yes... it feels good... 
oooooh"
	I put my mouth down on the top of her cunt and 
probe more firmly with my tongue, flicking back and 
forth and then up and down and around on her clit.
	"Ohhhh," Janice groans, "ohhhhhhh.  That's so... 
so... ummmmm... sexy.  It makes me... ohhhhhhh... feel 
so horny... ohhhhh"
	Stiffening my tongue, I move my mouth downward and 
push it into her virgin pussy, working it around in the 
opening of her fuckhole as deeply as I can, then 
returning to lick and press her clit again.
	"Oooooh, Mr. Mansfield," Janice says.  "I've 
never... felt... anything like this.  Ummmmm... 
ummmmm... oooooooh... Yessssss... Lick it!  Ooooooh,  
yesss."
	Janice can't seem to control her body.  Her head 
whips back and forth, and her hips jerk and twitch in 
response to my probing, flicking tongue.  I bury my face 
in the center of her pussy and thrust my tongue as 
deeply as possible into her cunt, using it like a cock 
to stroke in and out of her.  In reply, Janice pushes 
herself up to meet my invading tongue.  I put my hands 
on her thighs and spread her legs wide open.
	"Oh, jeez... oooooh,"  Janice whimpers.  "That 
feels so goood!  Oh, your tongue... Yes, stick it in me. 
Ooooh, yes.  Don't stop.  Lick me!  Yes, right there!"
	I can feel her quivering and shuddering 
spasmodically.  When I brush my tongue over her clit, 
Janice snaps her hips up to my face, jerking 
convulsively.  I can tell she is getting close.
	"Oh... oh... oh..." Janice grunts.  "Oh, honey, 
that's really... so good.  Oh, don't stop.  Oh, yes!  
It's making me... making me... cum.  Oh, I'm... I'm 
gonna... yes... oh, my god... I'm cummmmmmming!"
	Suddenly, she's over the edge.  Janice cries out as 
if she's in terrible pain and passion all at the same 
time.
	"Ahhhhhhhhhh, god!  Yes!  Ow!  Oooooh!  Oh, god!  
Ah!  Ah!  Ah!  Jesus, yes!  Ohhhhhhhh!"
	Her legs snap up to clamp around my ears.  Her 
hands fly down onto the back of my head to press my face 
into her pussy.  She presses her feet against the bed, 
straining, pushing her cunt up to my licking probing 
tongue.  She freezes like that for a long, convulsing 
moment, then collapses back limply onto the bed.  I give 
clit her a final lick, but it's too much.
	"Oh, no, please!" Janice begs.  "No more.  Please, 
stop."
	Knowing how sensitive she is right now, I obey, 
although I'm tempted to drive her crazy with more.  
Instead, I keep my face on her pussy, nuzzling gently, 
caressingly, while she tapers off.  Janice lies there 
exhausted, moaning fainting and sighing.
	Finally, I pull back from between her legs and 
crawl up beside her.  I hug her to me, and Janice wraps 
her arms and legs around me tightly.
	"Did you like that, baby?" I ask.
	"Oh, Mr. Mansfield," Janice sighs.  "I never... I 
mean... I never felt anything like that."
	"You've cum before, though?"
	"Yes," she says, "but never like that.  It's not 
the same when you... you know... use your fingers."
	"I know," I tell her.  "That's why I wanted to do 
it for you."
	"But... do you like it?" Janice asks.  "I mean... 
licking... a pussy?"
	"Yes," I say.  "Just like you liked making me cum. 
It's real sexy when you do that to someone, make them 
lose control, make them cum real hard.  It's like you 
said, it feels powerful.  And it's also a real turn-on."
	"Really?" she asks.
	"Sure," I say.  "Didn't you get turned on when you 
were doing me?"
	"Well, yes, but..."
	"Can't you feel me against you?" I ask, because my 
prick is hard again and pressing against her stomach as 
we lie entwined together.  "Here," I say, taking her 
hand and moving it down to my cock.  "Doesn't that feel 
like I'm turned on?"
	Janice grasps my prick eagerly and strokes it 
fervently.  I love the feel of her sweaty little teenage 
hand on my cock.  Her palm slides up and down along the 
growing length of it.
	"Yes," she says, "I guess you are.  I guess, just 
because it's different from what you have, that doesn't 
make it... you know."
	"A pussy is a beautiful thing to a man," I tell 
her.  "Just like you like cocks, especially because it's 
different, because it's a man's sex organ.  Most men 
like to eat pussy, and I certainly do.  And all men, I 
think, get a charge out of making a woman cum.  Just 
like you enjoyed making me cum, didn't you."
	"Oh, yes," Janice says.  "I guess I know what you 
mean.  I didn't think your... cock... was, you know, 
ugly or anything.  I think it's beautiful."
	"And I think your pussy is beautiful," I say, "and 
I loved making you cum by licking it, especially since 
this was your first time."
	We're both quiet a moment, thinking about first 
times.  There's still a big first time to go.  I let go 
of Janice and push up onto one hand.  "Let me show you 
something else," I say, "and then it'll be time for us 
to make love."
	"What?" Janice asks.
	I turn my body around so that my head is toward her 
feet.
	"Have you ever heard of sixty-nine?" I ask.
	"Well..." she says, "I've heard of it, but I'm not 
exactly sure..."
	I smile.  "I didn't think you would be," I say, 
"since you had never sucked a cock before, nor had your 
pussy licked.  Sixty-nine is doing both at the same 
time.  The name comes from the position, sort of like a 
six and a nine.  Like this."
	I stretch out beside her and roll her toward me 
onto her side.  Then I push against her top leg until 
she raises it, opening her crotch to me.  I nudge my 
head between her thighs and lower my mouth onto her 
cunt.
	"Ooooh," Janice sighs.  "Uh... I don't... I'm... 
ooooh..."
	She is stiff at first but then gradually relaxes as 
I begin to nibble gently at her clit with my lips.  
Extending my tongue, I lick her pussy, probing into her 
channel.  Janice's legs slacken as I work on her, and 
she begins to respond slightly, moving her pelvis upward 
and spreading her legs wider to give me better access.  
I reach around her legs with both arms and use my hands 
to spread the lips of her pussy.
	Janice raises her head and looks down at where I'm 
working on her.  My erect cock is nearby, sticking 
straight out from my body.  She reaches across and takes 
it in her hand, squeezing it and stroking it.
	"Do you... do you want me to suck you?" she asks 
hesitantly.
	"Um-hmmm," I murmur into her pussy.  I keep licking 
her.
	Janice shifts position slightly, ducking her 
shoulder into the bed and moving her face in toward my 
stiff prick.  Her head grazes my thigh, and I open my 
legs, letting her rest her head on the lower one.  She 
takes hold of me and bends my cock downward to point it 
directly at her mouth.  I feel her lips on the head of 
my dick, then the wet, warm, sucking cavern of her mouth 
envelops the end.  She pushes forward and slides her 
head down on it.  My cock twitches and swells in her 
mouth.
	"Ummmm," Janice says, then "Yummm!"  She throws an 
arm over my hips and presses her hand against my ass, 
using it to pull me into her mouth.  The upward curve of 
my straining cock matches better with the inner curve of 
her mouth and throat in this position, and she takes me 
deeper than before.  I want to jam my dick down her 
throat but restrain myself.
	Breathing through her nose, Janice presses forward, 
slowly taking more of me into the back reaches of her 
throat.  She doesn't get it all, maybe two-thirds, but 
it's pretty deep for her inexperience.  She pulls back 
and presses forward again, not getting much farther, but 
taking me as deep as she can.  I hump my hips back and 
forth gently, fucking her mouth slowly, careful not to 
feed her more than she can handle.  Meanwhile, I working 
on her pussy, clutching her slick lips with mine and 
pulling on them, sucking on her clit, probing into her 
cunt with my tongue.
	It doesn't take long to bring Janice back to a 
state of arousal.  She's whimpering around my mouth-
filling cock, sucking on it eagerly.  She pushes her 
snatch up to me, wanting my tongue, seeking the thrill 
of it on her clit and in her pussy.  When I flick her 
little nub firmly, she jumps and cries out, spreads her 
legs wider and presses her cunt up to meet my teasing, 
tickling, probing tongue.
	Reluctantly, I pull my face out of her crotch.  I 
look down at where her clutching mouth is wrapped around 
my thrusting cock and slowly pull it away from her.
	"Now," I tell her, "I think maybe it's time for the 
main event."
I turn around again and lie down next to her, sliding 
one arm under her neck.  With my other hand, I stroke 
her pussy and probe her damp slit, sliding my finger 
into her love channel and occasionally moving it up to 
roll and caress her clit.
	Eyes wide, her expression solemn, this young 
teenager looks up at me.  She knows the time has come.  
I lean down to kiss her, knowing she can smell and taste 
herself on my mouth.  She kisses me back passionately, 
eager but not knowing what to do.
	"I'm ready to put my cock in your pussy, Janice," I 
say.  "Are you ready?  Do you still want me to?"
	"Oh, yes," she sighs, turning her face into my 
shoulder.  "Oh, please.  I want to do it so bad.  I 
don't care if it's right or not.  I want you to love me. 
Please."
	"Okay," I say.  I slide between her legs.  Janice 
looks down between her raised knees where my rampant 
erection juts out toward her body.  "I'll be as gentle 
as possible, but this will probably hurt a little at 
first."
	"I know," Janice says, looking up at me.  "I don't 
care.  I want you to do it.  I think I'll die if you 
don't.  I'm ready.  I want to get it over with.  Please 
do it to me.  Please, fuck me."
	Supporting myself on one arm, I reach down between 
us and grasp my manhood with the other hand.  Lowering 
myself slowly, I touch her pussy lips with the head of 
my cock and slide it up and down in her notch, wetting 
the head with her fluids and locating the entrance to 
her cunt.  Gradually, I press forward, setting my cock 
firmly in the channel.
	"Ummmm," Janice murmurs.  She spreads her legs wide 
to give me better access.  I push a little more and feel 
her virgin pussy resist my entry.  "Unhgh," she grunts,
as the tight tube of her cunt feels the pressure.  
	"I've got to take your cherry, girl," I tell her.
"It will hurt a little, but not much.  Just relax and
let me get into you."
	Janice takes a deep breath through her nose and 
lets it out, trying to relax.  I push a little more, and 
the head of my cock pops into her pussy, breaking her
maidenhead.
	"Ow!" cries Janice, as much in surprise as pain.  I 
stop immediately, my dick about an inch into her cunt.  
She tightens her thighs against me, trying to keep me 
out, but I'm not trying to go deeper just yet.  When she 
senses I'm not pressing forward, Janice begins to relax.
	"Was that it?" she asks.  "Is there more?  That 
didn't hurt very much."
	I kiss her forehead and then her lips.
	"That was it," I assure her.  "That's all there is 
to it.  You'll be a little sore afterward, maybe a 
little blood, but that's all."
	"Gee," Janice says, "I thought it would be worse.  
They way they talk about it..."
	"I know," I say.  "They don't exactly want to 
encourage you to lose your virginity, you know."
	Janice smiles up at me.  "If most girls knew how 
little it hurt, I doubt there'd be any virgins," she 
says, "at least not after about the sixth grade."  She 
moves her hips slightly beneath me, testing tentatively 
to see if it hurts.  "Ummm," she says, "it's a little 
tender.  Are you all the way in me?"
	"No," I say, "look!"  Janice raises her head, 
looking down between our bodies.  My cock is just barely
in her, and most of it remains outside.  I back off 
slightly and push forward again, rocking my prick in the
outer part of her cunt.
	"Oooooh," she says, "that's really sexy, to see you 
sticking in me like that and feel your cock in my pussy. 
It doesn't hurt much at all, just tingles now."
	"Then it's time to give you the rest of it," I tell 
Janice.  "Watch me.  Watch me put it all the way in."
	I help support her head so she doesn't have to 
strain to hold it up.  She watches intently as I work my 
cock in and out, gradually increasing the pressure on 
the downstrokes and penetrating a little farther each 
time.
	"Oh, jeez," she says.  "I can feel it going in me. 
It's pushing me open.  I never felt anything like that. 
Oh, your cock is way up inside my pussy.  I can see it 
going in.  Oh, honey, yes, put it in me.  Please, 
please.  Don't stop.  That's right.  Yes, a little more. 
Oh my god.  Oh, yes."
	Slowly, working in and out, I bury my cock into 
Janice's cunt.  As I go deeper, she raises her legs, 
spreading them wide, letting me get all the way into 
her.  I push forward and feel the final inch go in.  My 
pelvis touches hers, then presses against it.  I'm in 
her to the hilt.  Janice clasps her legs around me, 
locking her heels and urging me deeper by pressing them 
against my butt.
	"Oh, Mr. Mansfield," Janice sighs, "that's so good. 
I can't believe how it feels.  I can feel the head all 
the way up inside me.  It's so deep!  And, oh, it feels 
so good.  Does it feel good to you?"
	There are no words adequate to describe how it 
feels.  The last (and only) virgin pussy I was in was 
nearly 20 years ago, and I was too young and 
inexperienced to appreciate it then.  This young 
teenager's tight pussy feels marvelous around my 
engorged, straining cock.  It grips my dick tightly from 
base to tip.  When it twitches, she squeezes me back, 
making it even tighter.  When I pull back, it clings to 
my prick, letting it slide out only reluctantly, sucking 
at it.  When I push back in, it yields slowly, spreading 
gradually before my penetrating member, opening little 
by little to the pressure of my intruding cock.
	"Yes, Janice," I assure her, "it feels good to me, 
too.  Your pussy is so tight and clinging, it's 
wonderful.  I like it with your legs around me, too.  
I've always liked that.  And you can sort of fuck 
yourself that way, by pulling up.  Try it."
	Gingerly, while I hold still for her, Janice 
tightens her legs and presses against my fanny with her 
heels, pulling herself up toward me and impaling herself 
on my cock.  When she had it as deep as possible, her 
weight is off her hips, and she rolls them around, 
making my prick rotate inside her pussy.
	"Ooooh, yes," Janice says, "that's nice.  You're 
right.  It feels real sexy to do it to myself.  Do you 
like that, too?"
	"Yes, honey," I tell her.  "I think it's sexy, too. 
 But so is this."
And I press down on her, burying my cock all the way to 
the bottom of her cunt, then grind my hips, rubbing it 
around the inner walls.  I slip my hands under her firm 
teenage ass and give Janice several tight hunches in 
that position, not really pulling out, just relaxing 
slightly, then pushing deep again, pulling her up to me, 
rubbing my cock against her clit.
	"Ummmm, that feels so good," she says.  "I never 
dreamed it would feel this good.  Your cock is sliding 
in and out of me, and it's like it belongs there... has 
always belonged there.  Like my pussy has been waiting 
for a cock all these years without knowing it.  Oh, fuck 
it into me, Mr. Mansfield.  Feed it to me.  Yes, like 
that.  So good."
	I pork it to her a few more times, then I stop and 
wait for her to look up.
	"Would you like to try being on top?" I ask.
	Janice's eyes widen.  "Ooooh," she says.  "That 
sounds like fun."  She pulls her legs down to the bed.  
I could just roll over, but the bed we are on is narrow, 
just a standard single bed.  Reluctantly, I slowly 
withdraw my dick from her cunt.
	"Oh, no..." Janice cries in protest, but it is too 
late.  I rise up on my knees.
	"Change places with me," I tell her.  "Let me lie 
down, and you get on top."
	Eager to have me inside her again, Janice quickly 
shifts to one side of the bed and clambers up to her 
knees.  Meanwhile, I lie down on my back and scoot to 
the center of the bed.  Somewhat hesitantly, Janice 
straddles my thighs.
	"Come on, baby," I say.  "Let me have that pussy 
again.  Move up here."  She shifts upward until her bush 
is brushing my balls.  My slick, blood-streaked dick is 
standing straight up.  "Now raise up and put me in you."
	Janice leans forward on one hand and raises up so 
that her pussy hovers above my cock.  She waits there 
for me to do something.
	"No," I tell her.  "You put it in.  Take hold of my 
cock with your hand and guide it to your pussy."  She 
does as I tell her.  She is a little awkward but soon 
has the head of my dick lodged at the entrance to her 
cunt.  "Now, sink down on it, honey.  Fuck yourself on 
my cock."
	Slowly, Janice lowers herself.  The angle is not 
quite right at first, so I only go in about an inch.  
She ships her hips, and I slide deeper up her fuck 
channel.
	"Oooooh, yes," she says.  "Yes, that feels good.  
I'm fucking you, now."  Janice takes it slowly, savoring 
the feel of my hard cock at it pushes into her pussy 
again.  She works her way down onto me, pausing several 
times to ride up and down on my prick for a while, 
enjoying the way it feels at different depths.
	Gradually, she gets all of me up her tight young 
cunt.  Janice looks down between us to where our hips 
join and watches as she draws her middle up, sliding 
most of me out of her pussy, then slowly presses forward 
and drops down onto my cock until our pelvises meet and 
press together.  She lets her arms relax and drops her 
torso onto mine, pressing her firm, teenage breasts 
against my chest.
	"Oh, Mr. Mansfield," Janice says, "I love the feel 
of your cock in my pussy."  She begins to ride me 
steadily, hunching up and down on my dick.  "Am I doing 
it right?  Do you like the way I'm fucking you?"
	"You're doing just fine, Janice," I say.  "Fuck me 
hard, if you want.  You're in control.  Give me that 
pussy.  Push it at me, honey."
	Janice begins humping her cunt down on me with more 
intensity, drawing back and then shoving her hips at me 
in sharp, hunching moves, driving my cock deeply up into 
her pussy.  She does that many times, pausing 
occasionally to grind her clit around against my pubic 
mound at the bottom of her strokes.
	She slows after a while, but continues to rock up 
and down on me.  She was growing increasingly passionate 
as she rode me, rubbing her tits against my chest, 
making little inarticulate cries, eagerly impaling her 
cunt on my straining spike.  I thought she was going to 
cum, but now she has slowed down, letting herself cool 
down, postponing the orgasm that was rising in her.
	"My friend, Dotty..." Janice says, still panting, 
"she says she and her boyfriend do it... other ways.  
She says Rick sometimes puts it into her from behind."
	"Would you like to try that?" I ask.
	"I want to try everything," Janice tells me.  "I 
want to do everything."
	"Well, climb off me then," I say.  Janice pulls 
back, and my cock slips out of her tight pussy.  She 
backs up, I crawl out from under her.  I nudge her 
toward the head of the bed.  "Kneel down and put your 
head on the pillow," I tell her.
	Janice huddles down as if I was still under her.  I 
put my knees between her feet and move up closer.  Her 
slim back is bent, showing the bones of her spine.  Her 
firm butt is low to the bed.  I place a hand under her 
fanny and lift up.
	"Raise up some," I tell her, "unless you want me to 
fuck your ass."
	Janice looks back at me, a surprised expression on 
her face.
	"Can you do that?" she asks.
	"Yes, and maybe sometime we'll try that, too," I 
say.  "But right now, I want to get back inside your 
sweet pussy.  So raise up."
	She rocks forward and pushes her ass in the air.  I 
can see the tight, rosy pucker of her anus, and I am 
momentarily tempted to try it, but I don't have the 
patience right now for breaking in another cherry, 
especially one as difficult as a 17-year-old's asshole.
	Taking my cock in my hand, I bend it downward and 
slip it under her crotch.  The shaft slides along her 
pussy.  Janice wriggles around, rolling her hips.  
Placing a hand on her butt to steady her, I feel around 
with the head of my prick until I find the notch, then 
goose it forward.  Both of us are still slick with 
fluids from her pussy, and it slides in easily.  
Pressing forward steadily, I bury my cock in her cunt 
from the rear.
	"Ooooh, yes," Janice says.  "Let me have it, Mr. 
Mansfield.  Give me your cock, sweetie.  Put it in me 
all the way.  That's it.  Yes, like that.  Oh, god, 
please, fuck me."
	I slide my cock in and out of her pussy, enjoying 
the feeling of her firm ass against my stomach.  Taking 
hold of her hips, I pull Janice's butt back to me, 
rooting around in her cunt.  Using my hands, I drag her 
back and forth, fucking her channel back onto my 
straining prick.
	I love this position, the way it feels and the way 
it looks.  My nuts tighten immediately, and I know that 
I won't be able to do this very long without cumming.  
Janice spreads her knees out, giving me maximum access, 
and pushes her cunt back onto my cock.  I slip one of my 
hands around her waist and find her pussy, using a 
finger to stroke her clit.
	"Do you like that, Janice?" I ask.  "Do you like 
the feel of my prick coming into you from behind?"
	"Oh god, yes!" she cries.  "Give it to me.   Oh!  
Oh!  Fuck me!  Fuck my pussy from behind.  Come on.  Do 
it!  That's good.  Oh, it feels so good!  Yes... yes... 
Ooooh, feel me.  Play with my clit.  That's it.  Yes.  
Oh god, yes, yessss."
	I drive my cock into Janice from behind, smacking 
against her butt.  Her tight, teenage cunt is twitching, 
clutching at me and milking my prick.  Her torso presses 
against the bed, pushing her tits out on either side of 
her.  Janice's eyes are closed, her mouth open.  I'm 
fucking her hard and fast, really throwing it to her 
now.
	"Oh, baby," I say, "I'm not going to last much 
longer.  It feels too good.  Twist your butt, honey.  
Dance on my cock.  That's right.  That's the way to do 
it.  Fuck me back.  Give me your pussy."
	I keep using my finger to stroke her clit, and 
Janice is panting hard now, moaning each time I shove my 
cock up her pussy.
	"Ohhhh.... ohhhh... oh, god.... oh.... oh, yes, do 
it to me.  Fuck me.  Fuck me.  Push it in.  Ohhhh.  Oh, 
you're gonna make me cum again.  Play with me.  Fuck me. 
Yessss.  Yes, like that.  Ohhhh... ohhhh... Oh, jeez... 
I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum... Just keep... ohhh... just 
keep doing that... Ahhhhh.... AHHHHHHH.  OH GOD I'M 
CUMMMMING!"
	Janice bucks and twists on my cock, crying out as 
her orgasm hits.  I was already close, and this is too 
much for me.  I feel my own cum boil over, and I start 
spurting jets of cum into her tight, dancing cunt.
	"Arrrrrrrrgh!" I shout, "I'm cumming too!  Oh, god, 
yes!  Uhhh!  Uhhh!"  Grabbing her hips, I slam Janice 
back onto my cock several times in a row, jerking her to 
me and shoving my prick as deep as possible into her 
cunt while my jism spurts into her depths.  Then, 
exhausted, I crumple forward onto her back.  Janice's 
legs slide out from under her and she collapses flat 
onto the bed.  I stay with her, keeping my cock in her 
pussy.
	We lay that way for a while, then I roll to the 
side and wrap my arms around her.  Although my prick is 
starting to subside, it is still hard enough to keep it 
in her cunt.  Janice pushes her ass back against my 
stomach to help me keep it in her, occasionally rotating 
her hips to work it around inside.
	Finally, we pull apart.  Janice rolls over to face 
me, snuggling into my arms.  She buries her head in the 
crook of my neck, nuzzling and kissing.  I press her to 
me, enjoying her firm, young tits pressed against my 
chest.
	"Well," I tell Janice, "you got what you wanted.  
You're not a virgin anymore, and I think you're ready to 
make love to Jimmy."
	She raises up to kiss my cheek and then my lips.
	"Yes," Janice says.  "Thank you.  It couldn't have 
been better."  She pauses for a while, kissing me.  "But 
I don't know if I'm ready for Jimmy, just yet."
	I kiss her back, surprised.  "Why not?"
	"Well, for one thing, I think Jimmy has some 
learning to do, too.  I realize now how awkward he 
really is.  And..."
	She doesn't say anything more for a moment.  
"And...?" I prompt.
	"And there are still some things you haven't shown 
me yet."
	"There's not much left," I say.  "We did nearly 
everything."
	"Not... not in the back end," Janice says.  "We 
didn't do that."
	"No, and we're not going to," I say.  "I don't 
think I could get it up again if I had a dozen girls as 
pretty as you dancing around the room stark naked."
	"It doesn't have to be today," Janice says after a 
pause.  "It could be... tomorrow."
	"Oh, god," I say, "What have I done?  I've created 
a monster."
	Janice laughs.  "Not a monster.  Just a sex fiend. 
I waited a long time.  Now I've got some catching up to 
do."

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End of 'Young Love' by Titmouse.  
Story 15

Author's Note:

This story is the inverse of Story 2 (Learning the Ropes) in which
a young man learns about sex from an older woman.  In this case,
a young woman learns about sex from an older man.  I think both
cases represent the best possible world.  Of course, we wouldn't
want dirty old men preying on young girls.  It should be voluntary
and based on a understanding that experience is worth something.
Interested young women should write to the address below for an
application form.

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