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Wanderings 
 
 
(c) 2002  Anais Ninja  anais_ninja@hotmail.com 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/index.html 
 
Note:  This is my story.  The names and details have been changed to
protect the privacy of those involved.  Some of this account has
been reconstructed from memory, but most of it has been based on a
journal I kept during these years. 
 
 
 
Chapter One - Learning to Walk (mf ff inc mast oral) 
 
1969 
 
It's my earliest memory.  I'm three years old, sitting in a tub of 
lukewarm bathwater.  My father is bathing me, rubbing between my
legs with a soapy washcloth. 
 
Then he's naked, kneeling next to the tub, holding my hands around
his penis. 
 
I remember his exasperation, his impatience over my toddler's
attention span.  I don't remember thinking that this was wrong or
forbidden, but I do recall that something was expected of me and I
wasn't doing it right. 
 
Then he was out of my life. 
 
It wasn't until I was older that I found out why my parents had 
divorced: my mother had caught him with the babysitter, who was all
of thirteen years old.  This was nearly thirty years ago, before sex
offender registries, and his only penalty was a divorce and a
one-way ticket out of town.  He left Florida for Arizona,
re-married, and that was that. 
 
 
                             * * * 
 
 
1977 
 
My mother re-married as well, a Cuban emigre named Ramon.  A widower
with two sons, he moved in with us right after the wedding.  I ended
up sharing my bedroom with Del and Paco, 11 and 9, respectively.  I
was ten years old, a skinny girl with blonde hair and green eyes. 
 
I cried as half of my bedroom furniture was moved out to the garage
to make room for the boys' bunk bed.  My mother tried to comfort me,
but that made Ramon angry for some reason, so she left me to sob on
my bed and went to help Ramon with Del and Paco's boxes. 
 
That first night I couldn't sleep.  I lay on my bed with my back to
the boys, listening to the bunk bed make squeaking sounds as they 
masturbated.  I wanted to crawl in to bed with my mother, like I did
when I had a bad dream or there was a thunderstorm, but I could hear
her and Ramon making love through the house's thin walls. 
 
After my father had left town, when it was just my mother and I,
she'd let me sleep with her.  She'd hold me, rock me to sleep,
whispering "Just you and me, Annie.  Just you and me," in my ear.  I
felt safe, loved, wrapped in her strong arms.  That night in my bed,
listening to two strangers jerk off in my room, I never felt so
alone in the world. 
 
To Ramon I was an annoyance at best, and a reminder of my mother's 
previous marriage at worst.  He wouldn't talk directly to me,
wouldn't look me in the eye, and that first Christmas he didn't
bother to give me a gift, even though my mother had bought gifts for
his sons. 
 
Del and Paco mirrored their father's attitude.  They'd keep to their
side of the room as if a white line had been painted down the middle
of it.  Most of their time was spent in the yard playing catch with
a ratty pair of baseball gloves and a scuffed ball they'd brought
with them from Cuba.  I savored my time alone in my room, reading or
constructing elaborate fantasies with my dolls.  Mostly reading,
though. 
 
Ramon worked on a party boat, taking tourists offshore to catch game
fish.  He'd come home right before dinner, smelling of bait and
diesel fuel.  My mother kept her job as a bank teller.  She'd
usually be home before five, and though she was tired from standing
all day, she'd still have to cook dinner for everyone. 
 
Whenever I was able, I would spend afternoons and evenings with my
best friend, Luci.  We'd been classmates since kindergarten.  Luci's
mother was single, a widow, so we had that much in common.  Like me,
Luci was skinny, blonde, and an avid reader. 
 
We were playing dress-up in her mother's bedroom one afternoon when
we found a box of magazines in the closet.  It was a stash of dirty 
magazines, property of her late father, and something her mother 
probably didn't have the heart to throw out.  Dress-up stopped while
we thumbed through the magazines, completely flabbergasted at what
we were seeing. 
 
"Eeew," Luci squealed, pointing at a picture of a woman sucking a
huge, hard cock. 
 
"Is he peeing in her mouth?" I asked. 
 
"I dunno.  It's white.  Do boys pee white?" 
 
"Naw, it's yellow," I said.  I'd seen Del and Paco urinate a number
of times; they usually didn't bother closing the bathroom door for
that. 
 
We pored over the magazines for the rest of the afternoon, getting a
crash course in sex.  Our education was interrupted by the sound of 
Luci's mother pulling into the driveway.  We hurriedly replaced the
box of magazines and tried to act nonchalant when Luci's mother came
in to check up on us. 
 
The rest of that week was spent going through every magazine in the
box.  Only a few of them were in English, the rest being in French,
German, Spanish, and another language I didn't recognize at the
time, probably Swedish or Dutch.  I persuaded Luci to let me take a
couple of the Spanish ones so I could have Del translate the
captions.  She reluctantly agreed, and I left that afternoon with
two of the magazines in my book bag. 
 
After dinner that evening, I went to my room to do my homework.  Del
and Paco went out to play some catch before it got dark.  I rushed
through my math assignment and tried to study for the next day's
spelling test, but my mind was on the magazines in my bag.  I put
away my homework and closed the door.  After changing into my
nightie, I sat in bed with one of the magazines tucked inside a copy
of Life. 
 
The first set of photos showed a well-tanned woman sitting by a
swimming pool.  She was applying suntan lotion to her bare breasts,
making them glisten like a well-basted turkey.  She covered her body
with the lotion, her hands lingering on her taut thighs, her legs
spread, exposing her vagina. 
 
On the next page, she was caressing herself down there, parting the
thin little lips that grown-up ladies had.  There was a close-up
picture of her sex, bright pink flesh surrounding a dark hole.  I
put the magazine aside for a moment and reached for a hand mirror. 
After skinning off my panties, I spread my legs and looked at my
cunny, examining it closely for the first time ever. 
 
Unlike her, I didn't have any hair down there, and my flesh wasn't 
nearly as pink.  Instead of the thin hanging lips, I had just a
puffy pair of outer lips, and my hole didn't seem as deep.  I put
the mirror aside and continued reading the magazine. 
 
The next page of photos showed her rubbing herself down there, two 
fingers pinching the little button at the top of her sex while she
poked inside herself with her other hand.  Her eyes were closed and
her mouth was agape; I thought she was in pain until I saw the smile
on her face on the next page. 
 
On the last page of pictures she had the bottle of suntan lotion
inside her and her face was scrunched up as she pushed it inside her
vagina.  Her back was arched and her breasts jutted out, glistening
in the sunshine.  In the final picture she was smiling as she licked
the bottle. 
 
I put the magazine aside again and listened to Del and Paco tossing 
their baseball back and forth.  It took me a minute to realize what
the woman in the photos had just done to herself; it was what Del
and Paco did every night and most mornings in their bed. 
 
I reached under the sheets and tentatively touched myself, poking at
my cunny with my index finger.  Unlike the woman in the magazine, I
was dry and tight.  My little sex resisted my attempt to enter it. 
I licked my finger and tried again, slowly pushing until it hurt. 
Wondering what I was doing wrong, I consulted the magazine again. 
 
Maybe it was the lotion that helped, I thought.  As this was
Florida, we had plenty of that in the house.  I put my panties back
on and tiptoed into the bathroom, returning to the bedroom with a
tube of Coppertone.  I pulled my panties off again and got under the
sheets, a dollop of lotion on my fingers.  Spreading my legs, I
began to grease up my cunny.  It felt much better when I just rubbed
the outside and didn't try to poke my fingers inside my sex. 
 
I kept rubbing while I returned to the magazine.  The next photo
spread showed a woman with two men sitting on a big leather couch. 
She sat between them while they took her clothes off.  Then all
three were naked and she had one man's cock in her mouth while the
other man kissed her titties.  Then the other man kissed her down
there and there was a small close-up shot of him licking her pussy. 
 
On the next page there was a picture of her with both of their
penises in her mouth, and then she was on her knees on the couch,
her face buried in one man's crotch while the other man licked her
behind.  I thought that was sort of gross so I went on to the next
page, where one of the men was sticking his dick in her pussy while
she sucked the other man. 
 
I had been idly rubbing myself down there and it felt okay, but
after seeing that picture of the dick in her pussy my sex began to
feel warm and tingly and I could feel my little button above my pee
hole begin to swell.  I put some more lotion on my finger and
concentrated on that area, and the more I rubbed the better it felt.
 I spread my legs wider under the sheets and kept rubbing with one
hand while turning the pages with the other. 
 
The last page of the photos showed the two men peeing their white
stuff on her titties, something I didn't find appealing at all, but
she seemed to like it and rubbed their cream into her breasts.  I
turned back to the previous page and concentrated on the photo of
her sitting in one man's lap, his big, veiny cock inside her, while
she sucked the other man's penis.  I closed my eyes and tried to
imagine how it felt to have a cock inside my cunny and what a cock
tasted like, all the while rubbing myself down there and rocking my
bottom back and forth.  The tingling feeling grew stronger,
spreading down my legs, and then it hit me, a spasming wave of
pleasure that seemed to knock the breath out of me. 
 
My fingers slowed down but didn't stop until I realized that I
couldn't hear Del and Paco playing catch anymore.  I quickly closed
the magazine, still wrapped inside a copy of Life, and tossed it
under my pillow just as the boys opened the door to our bedroom. 
They ignored me as usual, hanging their gloves up and stripping out
of their clothes to get ready for bed.  I pretended to be asleep as
I stole a peek at Del while he changed.  His cock was tiny compared
to the monsters in the magazine. 
 
That night, while Del and Paco masturbated, I didn't ignore them as
I usually had.  Instead, I rubbed myself down there, too, and I kept
rubbing myself after their telltale grunts told me that they were 
finished.  This time I used both hands like the lady in the first
photo section, though it still hurt if I poked myself too deep.  But
by concentrating on my little button I came faster this time. 
 
I tried not to make too much noise while I did it, but I must have 
gasped a few times and made the bed squeak because when I opened my
eyes I noticed Del looking at me funny.  Then he smiled and rolled
over and went to sleep.  And that was that. 
 
It took a week before I got up the courage to ask Del about the 
magazine, hoping that he'd translate what the people were saying and
maybe tell me what was going on in some of the photos, especially
that last set of pictures where it looked like a man had his dick in
a woman's bottom. 
 
Even though Paco was a year younger than I was, sometimes I would
help him with his homework.  We were doing his spelling lesson
together one evening when Del came into the room.  I gave Paco the
answer sheet to copy and went over to my bed, where the magazines
were hidden beneath my mattress. 
 
"Del?  Can I show you something?" 
 
He nodded, grudgingly.  I pulled the magazines out and laid them on
my bed.  His eyes went wide when he saw the covers. 
 
"Holy shit.  Where'd you get these?" 
 
"My friend Luci had them in her mother's closet," I explained. 
"They're in Spanish.  Can you read them to me?" 
 
Del said nothing.  Instead, he took one of the magazines and sat on
his bed, thumbing through the pages. 
 
"Well?" I asked. 
 
"Yeah, sure.  Later.  Lemme look at this," he mumbled. 
 
I sighed and went back to doing homework with Paco, but he was too 
distracted by the cover of the other magazine.  Eventually, he got
up from the desk and sat on my bed, thumbing through the pages like
his brother was doing. 
 
I finished my homework and managed to grab the magazines back before
my mother came in to get us ready for bed.  If she saw them we'd be
in big trouble, but I hid them just in time. 
 
Barely a minute after our lights were turned off, Del had his
flashlight lit.  He motioned for me to join him, so I grabbed the
magazines and got into his bed.  We pulled the sheets over our heads
and sat side-by-side.  Del started to read the captions of the first
photo section, the one with the lady by the pool. 
 
"Alma likes to spend every day under the warm Catalan sun," he began
to read.  "When she thinks no one sees her, she likes to give
herself the pleasure." 
 
I held the flashlight as Del read the captions.  He had one hand in
his boxer shorts, slowly stroking himself.  Over his whispered voice
and heavy breathing, I could hear Paco jerking off above us, in the
top bunk. 
 
After he finished reading the captions for the first spread, I asked
Del to skip to the last one. 
 
"Esperanza has the hungry ass that wants to be filled," he read. 
 
"What does that mean?" I asked. 
 
"She likes it in the butt." 
 
In the butt?  Ewww." 
 
"Some girls like that, I guess.  That's how maricon do it, too," he 
explained. 
 
"What's a maricon?" 
 
Del explained as best as he could, which wasn't very well.  He
wasn't very clear on the concept of homosexuality, and he couldn't
explain why a woman would want a cock in her bottom when she had a
perfectly good vagina.  Eventually, he got tired of explaining and
just looked at the pictures while he jerked off. 
 
"Can I see it?" I asked Del, meekly. 
 
"See what?" 
 
"Your thing." 
 
Del chuckled and put the magazine aside.  He lifted his butt and
pulled his boxers down, freeing his hard little cock.  I'd seen it
before, when he'd urinate with the bathroom door open, but never
erect.  The foreskin was retracted, exposing his cockhead, and the
whole thing throbbed in time with his pulse.  Del pulled the
magazine back on to his thigh and continued his stroking while I
watched, fascinated. 
 
I held the flashlight with one hand and rubbed myself through my
cotton panties with the other.  I could hear Del's breathing grow
heavier as he masturbated.  When he reached the last page of the
photo spread he lingered over one shot, a picture of the hungry ass
of Esperanza stuffed with hard cockmeat.  The man she had been
sucking had sprayed his white stuff on her face and she was looking
directly at the camera with an expression of lust on her gooey face.
 
I looked up at Del, seeing something similar in his face.  He licked
his lips and then his eyes stopped focusing on the picture and
closed as he softly gasped.  I watched his stroking slow and then
stop.  There was a tiny drop of clear fluid on the tip of his
softening penis. 
 
"Don't you make the white stuff?" I asked. 
 
"When I am older," he replied after a minute's silence. 
 
I had an urge to touch him but Del wanted to go to sleep at that
point.  He took the flashlight, handed me the magazine to hide, and
I slipped out of the little tent of sheets and back into my own bed.
 Paco was already asleep and snoring lightly.  I slipped the
magazines under my mattress. 
 
I wanted to rub myself but this time I didn't feel like doing it in
the room with Del and Paco, even if they were asleep.  I drifted off
to sleep, my head full of unanswered questions about boys and cocks
and women with hungry asses. 
 
                             * * * 
 
The next day brought a few of those answers.  I spent the afternoon
at Luci's, expecting to read magazines again.  Instead of rummaging
through the box in the closet, Luci showed me the contents of one of
the drawers in her mother's bedside table. 
 
There was a pink rubbery penis and a long plastic thing that buzzed
when you twisted the bottom.  But best of all was a book, a
"marriage manual", with all sorts of interesting pictures and
drawings.  I pored through the pages while Luci lay down on the bed
and rubbed herself through her panties with the buzzing thing.  She
kept doing it until her legs started shaking and her bottom lifted
up off the bed. 
 
Then we traded.  Luci thumbed through the book while I tried the
buzzing thing.  When I touched it to my sex it sent tingles through
my whole body.  I lay back on the bed and rubbed myself with it
through my panties, back and forth over my slit.  It felt amazing,
but it didn't make my legs shake like Luci's.  I put it aside and we
looked at the book together, trying to make sense of it all.  But
for every question that was answered, two more would come up. 
 
Luci wouldn't lend me the book, as her mother might notice it
missing, but she let me take two more magazines from the box in the
closet.  I ran home with the magazines in my book bag, hoping to
find Del and Paco before our parents came home. 
 
I expected to see them in the yard, playing catch as usual. 
Instead, they were in our bedroom, looking at the two Spanish porn
magazines I had hidden under my mattress.  Paco had his pants around
his ankles and was rubbing his little dick, while Del was completely
naked and laying on my bed, jerking off. 
 
"Hey!" I shouted.  "Who said you could do that on my bed?" 
 
"Relax, chica," Del said, "I'll be finished in a minute." 
 
Instead of arguing, I took off my dress and lay down on his bed and 
started rubbing myself through my panties.  Turnabout was fair play.
 Paco looked up from his magazine, interested in this new
development. 
 
"Hey puta, get off my bed," Del complained. 
 
"Chinga se," I replied, raising my middle finger at him.  Paco
giggled. 
 
Del leaped off my bed like a panther.  In a split-second, he was
across the room and on top of me.  I tensed up, expecting him to
start slapping or punching me, but he started tickling me instead. 
Even Paco got into the act, pulling off one of my shoes and
attacking the sole of my foot. 
 
"Ow, quit it!  Del!  Paco!  Stop it!" I protested, trying to squirm
out from under him.  I had nothing near his strength, and he had at
least fifteen pounds on me.  All I could do was try to tickle him
back, but it didn't seem to affect him. 
 
"Okay, okay, let me up," I gasped, out of breath from laughing so
hard.  Del stopped tickling me but he didn't get off of me.  Just
then I realized that he was rubbing his hardness against the crotch
of my panties.  I felt the heat between my legs, both his and mine. 
I stopped struggling and pressed my cunny against him, meeting his
thrusts.  It felt more exciting than that buzzing thing Luci's
mother had. 
 
"You like this, chica?" Del asked.  I nodded.  He kept thrusting,
his hard cock rubbing the cleft between my legs.  I ran my hands
over his smooth, strong back and grabbed his ass, pulling him
closer.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see Paco watch us,
fascinated, while he pulled his little dick. 
 
There was something about the way Del's ass tensed and relaxed in my
hands, the way his body felt on top of me, the way his cock rubbed
my slit.  I felt like one of those sexy women in the magazines.  I
wanted to make him orgasm (a word I learned from the marriage manual
that afternoon).  I wanted to give him pleasure.  Del was an
intruder in my world up to that point, along with his father and
brother, but I wanted to please him.  Then I'd be like the sexy
magazine ladies. 
 
I felt Del pressing harder against me and then he shuddered, his ass
tensing up in my grasp.  I felt a wetness on my belly between us. 
Del rolled over and lay on the bed next to me, breathing heavily. 
There were a couple of drops of his clear stuff on my stomach and
panties.  It felt sticky like snot and turned white when I smeared
it around. 
 
I remembered the new magazines in my book bag, and got off the bed
to show them.  Del leafed through them but put them aside when he
realized that they were in German, and went back to the
Spanish-language magazines.  He sat on his bed with his brother
reading them.  Paco's little cock was red from all his rubbing but
he kept doing it anyway. 
 
I was still excited and all tingly down there, so I took the German 
magazines and lay on my bed reading them.  Even though Del and Paco
were in the room, I pulled down my panties and took off my remaining
shoe and sock, feeling especially naughty to be naked in front of my
two step- brothers. 
 
The German-language magazines were racier than most of the others in
the box in Luci's house.  All the photo shoots were of one woman
with two or more men, sometimes as many as five men with one woman. 
Sometimes the men did icky things, like peeing on the lady. 
Sometimes there would be two women with one man, and one of the
ladies would be smiling at the camera as she helped the man put his
thing in the other woman. 
 
I reached for the tube of suntan lotion that I'd swiped the other
day, spreading some on my cunny.  I tried to pretend that I was
alone in the room as I looked at the pictures and rubbed myself, but
I noticed that Del and Paco were looking at me instead of their
magazine.  I shifted on the bed and spread my legs wider to give
them a better view.   
 
Knowing that they were watching was exciting me even more.  I spread
my slit open with my fingers and slowly started to rub my button. 
The warm feelings started to spread down my thighs and into my belly
as I rubbed faster.  I could see that Del was hard again and
stroking his member.  I remember thinking that I wanted to touch
him, to rub his cock for him. 
 
That's when it hit me.  I guess it was my first full-blown orgasm, a
cresting wave of pleasure that made my legs shake like Luci's had
that afternoon.  I let out a little cry that must have startled Del
and Paco, because they stopped stroking for a moment until I relaxed
and fell back on the bed.  My little button -- that book called it a
"clitoris" -- felt really sensitive to the touch, but I kept rubbing
it slowly and gently. 
 
Paco got up from the bed to get a better look at my sex.  He reached
out to touch it but I slapped his hand away. 
 
"Ow!  What you do that for?" he cried. 
 
"You could ask me first, you know," I replied.  I would have let
him, too, but the sound of my mother's key in the front door lock
sent us scrambling for our clothes.  We managed to get dressed and
toss the magazines under the bed by the time she opened the door to
check up on us. 
 
That evening, after lights out, the three of us sat naked under the
tent of sheets in Del's bed.  We looked at one of the German
magazines for a while, until Paco spoke up. 
 
"So, can I touch it, Annie?" he asked. 
 
"Only if I can touch yours," I said.  He nodded and reached for my 
cunny.  I grabbed his wrist. 
 
"Be gentle," I said.  He nodded again, and I released my grip. 
 
His fingers softly grazed my lips, slowly penetrating deeper, slowly
pressing inside.  It felt weird and sexy at the same time. 
 
Then he hit my hymen, and I flinched with the pain.  I grabbed his
wrist again. 
 
"Sorry," he said. 
 
"S'okay.  Just rub the little lump at the top." 
 
Paco nodded and started gently fingering me.  Meanwhile, Del put his
arm around my shoulder and started caressing my thigh with his other
hand.  I turned my head towards him and we kissed.  It was the first
time I kissed a boy.  Our lips were locked and we didn't know what
to do with our tongues, but it was unforgettable. 
 
I laid one hand on Del's thigh and another on Paco's, caressing them
just as Del was caressing me.  Del took my hand and placed it on his
cock as we broke off our kiss, and I felt his hand working its way
up to where Paco was rubbing me. 
 
"That feels so weird," I said as I fondled his cock.  I took Paco's
dick in my other hand, comparing the two.  Paco's little stiffy was
barely three inches long, and his nuts were like two peas in a
velvet bag.  Del had a bit over four inches and his balls were
closer to olive-sized with a sparse growth of downy hairs.  I felt
Del's finger press inside me as I started to stroke my stepbrothers'
erections. 
 
"Like that?" I asked, sliding his foreskin up and down his shaft. 
 
"Just like that, chica," he said.  His warm breath spilled over my 
shoulder. 
 
Del's cock danced in my hand as I stroked it, the muscle inside
tensing up as my fingers glided over his shaft.  Suddenly it
twitched twice and I felt his sticky stuff on my fingers.  I thought
about tasting it but I wiped my hand on his sheets instead.  Del
started to lose interest in my pussy, so he withdrew his finger and
sniffed it before wiping it off. 
 
I turned to Paco, who was still rubbing my button.  His smaller dick
didn't twitch like Del's, but he seemed to be enjoying my stroking
all the same.  It wasn't long before he came as well, but he didn't
stop rubbing me like his brother had.  I held his dick in my hand,
feeling it get softer. 
 
I started to get sore down there from Paco's finger, so I got up
from Del's bed and into my own.  I put some lotion on my pussy and
started rubbing myself until the good feeling hit me.  It wasn't as
intense as it had been that afternoon, but it felt nice anyway. 
 
Paco had crawled into his top bunk by that time, and Del was already
asleep and softly snoring.  I wiped myself off with my panties and
put them back on before falling asleep. 
 
                             * * * 
 
For the next few weeks we kept to our little routine, the three of
us in Del's bed fingering each other.  Del and Paco even managed to
make me come a few times, but usually I'd have to finish myself off
in my own bed. 
 
I'd spend most of my afternoon's at Luci's, reading those magazines
or the marriage manual and playing with her mother's sex toys.  I
managed to stuff the buzzing thing inside me -- we found out it was
called a vibrator from an ad in the back of one of the magazines --
until I felt something start to tear.  There was a smear of blood on
it when I pulled it out, so I didn't try that again.  But it felt
really good when I rubbed it on my button, and a few times I came
really hard from it. 
 
One afternoon towards the end of the school year, Luci and I went
over to my house instead.  She had lost her key at school and it was
raining really hard.  Del and Paco were in our bedroom playing with
baseball cards, so Luci and I decided to ignore them and play with
my dolls on my bed. 
 
It was as if there was an imaginary wall down the middle of the room
until Luci started undressing one of my boy dolls. 
 
"He doesn't have a dick," she said, disappointed.  She took one of
my girl dolls and lifted its dress, sticking them together as if
they were having sex.  This got Del's attention, and he looked up
from his baseball cards. 
 
I pulled a magazine from under my bed, opening it to a photo spread
of a man and woman having sex on a couch.  We looked at the pictures
and posed the dolls in various positions, pressing their smooth
plastic crotches together to simulate fucking.  Luci glanced over at
Del to see if he was watching, and spread her legs wider to give him
a flash of her panties.  I could tell by the way he uncrossed his
legs that this was having an affect on him.  Finally, he got up off
his bed and walked over to us. 
 
"Can I play, too?" he asked.  I could see his hardness tenting his 
shorts. 
 
"Dolls are for girls," I said. 
 
"Not the way you're playing," he said.  He sat on the edge of the
bed and watched us between glances at Luci's legs.  By this time we
had the clothes off of all of the dolls, their plastic limbs
entwined in a toy orgy. 
 
"Is this the daddy?" Del asked, pointing out the male doll who had
one female straddling his waist and another sitting on his face. 
 
"No, he's the man who came to clean the pool," I replied, echoing
the photo captions in the magazine. 
 
"Why aren't the girls kissing?" he asked. 
 
"I dunno," Luci said. 
 
"You girls ever kiss?" Del asked.  Luci and I both shook our heads. 
 
"Why not?" 
 
I looked at Luci and shrugged my shoulders.  It never occurred to us
to kiss, despite seeing pictures of women together in the magazines.
 
"Wanna try?" Luci asked. 
 
"Okay."  I leaned in and our lips touched.  They were softer than
Del's, and her tongue was more yielding.  I touched her arm and felt
goosebumps.  I remember thinking how strange that was, because I
felt hot and flushed, not cold. 
 
"I liked that," Luci said. 
 
"I did too."  On an impulse, I pulled my dress off over my head. 
Paco, still on Del's bed with his baseball cards, looked up in
surprise.  Luci followed suit, unbuttoning her blouse and unzipping
her skirt.  In a minute we both had our sneakers and socks off,
sitting in bed wearing only our panties.  Luci leaned in for another
kiss. 
 
I heard a rustling of clothing and looked over at Del after the
kiss.  He had stripped off his t-shirt and shorts and was fumbling
with a knot in his sneaker's shoelace. 
 
"Take off your panties," Luci said to Del. 
 
"They're not panties.  They're briefs," he protested. 
 
"They're panties!" I insisted, even though he was wearing plain
white boys' BVDs.  "Del wears panties!  Del wears panties!"  He
turned red and took a swat at me, but I dodged his hand and tugged
at the waistband of his briefs.  Embarrassed, he skinned them off
and stood next to the bed naked except for one sneaker.  Luci's eyes
were glued to his half-hard cock. 
 
"It's so small!" she said, giggling hysterically.  Compared to the
men in the magazines, Del's cock was tiny. 
 
"It's bigger than Paco's," Del stammered, blushing. 
 
"Let's see," Luci said, "Come here, Paco."  Reluctantly, he got up
from his baseball cards and approached the bed.  Luci tugged at his
t-shirt, motioning for him to take off his clothes.  He slowly
complied.  When he was finally naked, Luci reached out to touch his
limp little cock.  Paco bashfully pulled away. 
 
"C'mon.  I won't hurt you.  I just want to touch it," Luci pleaded. 
Paco edged closer as Luci reached out again, gently touching him. 
 
"Have you touched it, Annie?" Luci asked.  I nodded.  Paco's cock 
stiffened as Luci pulled back his foreskin.  She carefully inspected
his nuts, gently squeezing them.  Then she did something surprising.
 She slid off the bed on to her knees and licked Paco's dick. 
Satisfied that it didn't taste disgusting, she engulfed it with her
mouth, making slurping sounds as she sucked his stiffy. 
 
Del and I were speechless.  Paco was amazed.  He just stood there 
dumbfounded as Luci sucked him.  Her head bobbed back and forth and
her mouth made soft sucking sounds.  After a moment, Paco's
amazement wore off and he placed his hands on Luci's shoulders and
started moving his hips.  He was smiling from ear to ear. 
 
Del and I recovered from our initial shock, and as he lay back on my
bed I took his cock in my hand and started stroking him while we
watched.  I laid my head on Del's chest and he caressed my back
while I jerked him off. 
 
Luci had her hands on Paco's ass, grabbing his cheeks with each
thrust as she sucked him.  Suddenly, Paco doubled over and withdrew
from her mouth.  He sank to his knees and Luci kissed him on the
mouth.  As they both stood up, I felt Del's hand on the back of my
neck, pushing my head towards his crotch until his cock was barely
an inch away from my mouth. 
 
There was a drop of clear fluid on the tip.  I tasted it.  Bitter,
but not too unpleasant.  I extended my tongue and licked the swollen
purple head of his cock.  Out of the corner of my eye I could see
Luci and Paco sitting on the bed and watching.  I took Del's cock in
my mouth, feeling it twitch between my lips, and began to suck him
the way Luci had sucked Paco, my head bobbing in Del's lap as he
gently stroked my back. 
 
"Does that feel good?" I asked Del.  He nodded and I resumed sucking
him.  His cock twitched in my mouth as I cupped his hairless balls. 
 
"Ow!  Watch the teeth, chica," he complained.  I opened my mouth
wider and used my tongue to keep from grazing him with my lower
teeth.  He must have liked that a lot, because I heard him moan
something in Spanish.  Then he grabbed the back of my head and I
felt his ass lift off the bed and his cock spasm between my lips,
releasing a small spurt of his juice against the roof of my mouth. 
The taste caught me by surprise, and I pulled off of his cock and
spit the liquid in the trash can next to the bed.  Del lay back on
the bed with a satisfied look on his face. 
 
"What did it taste like?" Luci asked. 
 
"Radish and pee," I replied, spitting again.  I hated radishes. 
 
I wanted Del to lick me, but my mother was due home soon.  We all
got dressed again and put away the magazines, looking like innocent
little children when my mother walked into the room. 
 
Later that night I sucked Del again, and tried to get him to lick
me.  He did, albeit reluctantly and not very well.  I had to bring
myself off afterwards.  Paco wanted me to suck him as well, but my
jaw was tired and he refused to lick my cunny in return.  We
fingered each other for a while but didn't get off, so we went to
sleep. 
 
The next day I asked Luci if she wanted to come home with me and
play with Del and Paco, but she insisted on going to her house
instead.  When we got there, she led me into her mother's bedroom
and started taking her clothes off.  I did the same and sat next to
her on the bed, wondering what she had in mind.  Then she leaned
over and kissed me. 
 
I liked kissing Luci.  She didn't stick her tongue into my mouth as
far as Del, and her breath tasted much better.  When she broke off
the kiss, I felt a twinge of disappointment, but then she started
licking my nipples.  It felt wonderful, like there was a direct line
to my pussy.  I didn't want her to stop, but she started kissing me
lower and lower and I realized what was going to happen next. 
 
We lay next to each other, head to toe.  I felt her breath on my
thighs and I spread my legs.  Her thighs were in front of my face so
I started to do what she was doing to me, kissing her legs and
watching her smooth skin break out in goosebumps.  When I felt her
tongue on the lips of my cunny, I did the same. 
 
I shivered when her tongue touched my little button, swirling around
and going back and forth.  I found hers, teasing it with my tongue
until it swelled up and emerged from the hood of pink flesh that hid
it.  I slid my hand under her hip and grabbed her bottom to hold her
still as I licked her hairless little slit. 
 
Her breath grew harder and she began to squirm as I tongued her, so
I grabbed her bottom with both hands and started sucking her little
button as if it was a tiny cock.  She started to squeal, though her
voice was muffled by my sex, and she pulled me closer to her mouth
just as I had done.  Suddenly, she began to shudder and her thighs
clamped together around my head as she moved her pussy back and
forth over my tongue.  Then she relaxed and continued to lick me as
I pulled my face back and caught my breath.   
 
I started to probe her wet cunny with my finger when it hit me, the 
biggest wave of pleasure I'd ever had.  I tried not to clamp my
thighs around her head but they were out of my control.  My stomach
heaved and I cried out as I felt it run through my whole body.  It
seemed to last forever even though it was only a few seconds.  When
it was done, I relaxed and rolled on to my back.  Luci scooted
around and lay on top of me and we kissed again, our faces wet, our
lips red and puffy. 
 
"Wow," was all I could say. 
 
"Yeah, wow," Luci echoed.  Her big brown eyes were gleaming. 
 
We licked each other again that afternoon, in between turns with the
vibrator.  When it was time to go home I could barely walk.  I took
off my skirt and top, changed into fresh panties, and took a nap
until dinner.  This caused my mother to worry that I was coming down
with a cold or something, so she made me stay in bed that evening
and kept Del and Paco out of the room until it was time for bed.  I
savored the privacy, rubbing myself until I was too sore to touch. 
 
Luci and I were inseparable that summer, and I started to lose
interest in Del, though I'd still rub his and Paco's cocks every few
days.  I could never get them to lick me, but as long as I had Luci
to do that I didn't care.  I stopped kissing Del, too.  Kissing Luci
was more fun. 
 
We had fun that summer, licking each other and playing with her
mother's vibrator.  I managed to stuff it all the way inside me,
though I felt sore for days and ruined my favorite panties with
blood.  Luci did it as well, but there wasn't any blood and she said
it didn't hurt.  We wore out three sets of batteries that summer,
and I almost got caught stealing fresh ones from the supermarket. 
By August, we were also using the pink rubber cock, but it wasn't as
good since it didn't vibrate. 
 
There were two weeks left before school when Luci came over with bad
news.  She and her mother were moving to Ohio to live with her 
grandparents.  We sat in my room and cried for hours, holding each 
other, kissing, crying some more.   
 
On the day she was supposed to leave, I went to her house one last
time.  The house was empty except for some suitcases and boxes in
the hallway.  Luci's mother was loading up the car as Luci led me to
her mother's bedroom.  We kissed, our hands roaming over each other.
Then Luci pulled away and grabbed a small box from the closet. 
 
"Here," she said.  "Don't open it until you get home." 
 
"I'll miss you," I said. 
 
"I'll miss you, too.  Promise to write?" 
 
"I promise," I said.  We kissed again until Luci's mother called for
her.  I held the box close to my heart as I watched her mother drive
away.  Luci waved from the back seat.  Half-blinded by my tears, I 
trudged home and had a long, cleansing crying jag on my bed. 
 
When no more tears would come, I opened the box Luci had given me.  
Inside was the vibrator, the rubber penis, the marriage manual, and
a half-dozen of the dirty magazines.  A note in Luci's handwriting 
explained that her mother had thrown these out and Luci had
retrieved them from the trash.  At the end of the note, Luci had
written "I love you."  The tears began to flow again. 
 
 
                             * * * 
 
 
Nothing lasts forever, not even grief.  My mother felt sympathy for
me and made me a special dessert every night for a week.  Del and
Paco stayed out of my way during the afternoons, leaving me alone in
my room   (afternoons were when I missed Luci the most).  Even Ramon
was nice to me.  Not that he was ever really mean to me; he usually
ignored me.  But he actually bought me one of those pretty Cuban
senorita dolls and let me sit next to him on the couch and watch
baseball with him. 
 
By the time school started, I felt better.  Luci and I wrote to each
other on a weekly basis.  She was as miserable as I was at first,
but that soon passed.  I made new friends at school and in the
neighborhood, but none that I could share what I had with Luci. 
 
However, Luci's absence rekindled my interest in Del.  He turned 12
that September, and he was starting to take on his father's handsome
look: deep brown eyes and thick black hair.  After I gave him two of
the magazines Luci had given me, he started to treat me more like a
blood sister.  He even invited me to play catch with him and Paco,
giving me his old glove after he got a new one for his birthday. 
 
Our nightly ritual began again, fingering each other under the
sheets of his bed while we read the magazines or the marriage
manual.  I'd suck him, but only if he licked me down there,
something he finally got the hang of.  We'd lay together licking
each other while Paco would put lotion on his dick and rub it
between my ass cheeks.  I loved the feeling of being sandwiched
between them. 
 
Del's cock seemed to grow bigger every day, and downy black hairs 
started to sprout on his balls and crotch.  He started to squirt
twice in my mouth instead of just once, and I began to get used to
the taste.  Even when his licking got me off, I'd use the vibrator
to come again, something Paco liked to watch. 
 
For my eleventh birthday, Ramon bought me my own baseball glove. 
Girls were just starting to join the local Little League teams that
year, and I made the team that spring.  Because I'm left-handed, the
coach put me at third base and had me try out for pitcher.  I didn't
do too poorly since I had played a lot of catch with Del and Paco
during the preceding fall and winter.  After pitching my first
winning game, Ramon looked positively proud of me. 

 
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