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Subject: {ASSM} Dabara by Rachael Ross (f/solo, M/f, f/m, SciFi, Fantasy, Mast, Oral, Rom, Preg)
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Dabara

Copyright 2006 Rachael Ross all rights reserved

Story Codes:

Ch.1:Pt.1 (f/solo, mast, fantasy)
Ch.1:Pt.2 (M/f, oral, public, fantasy)
Ch.1:Pt.3 (f/m, romance, no sex, fantasy)
Ch.1:Pt.4 (f/m, romance, impregnation, fantasy)

Note: I don't want to spoil this story and I'm hopeful some things
which are confusing will become clear upon reading further into the
story. I'll put a note in the SOL blog and on my ASSTR website,
however, with some clarification for those interested or requiring it. -
rr

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Dabara

fiction by Rachael

Chapter 1 : Part 1

It was thirteen o'clock and the bell was ringing. I cursed and threw
my cigarette in the toilet, grabbing my books and running to class. The
teacher was an old guy who didn't like me anyway, so I ignored his
frown and sat down next to Sam and Carl, grinning at my two best friends.

"Darwin…" Mr. Hancroft said. "...the...origin...of...species..." He
wrote it on the blackboard, underlining the words three times with a
little flourish. He droned on for awhile about evolution this and
evolution that, while I was busy drawing pictures of big cocks in my
notebook.

"Hey." Carl kicked me and I looked at her. She frowned and jerked her
head towards the front of the class.

"Rachael, were you listening?" Mr. Hancroft frowned at me too.

"Yeah." I nodded quickly.

"Well?" He looked at me expectantly and I'd guessed he'd asked me a
question, or something. "Darwin, do you think she was right or wrong?"

"Uh, wrong." I shrugged.

"Why?" Mr. Hancroft was just picking on me now. He liked to do that
since I was one of the bad girls at Reagan High, according to some
people. Our school was named after the old President though, and she'd
been a bad girl too, so I didn't feel so bad.

"Well, if people came from monkeys, how come there's still monkeys?" I
grinned and there was some laughter from the other kids.

Charlene Darwin, who really gave a shit what she thought anyway?
Everybody knows God created woman in her image. It was in the bible and
while Charlie might have been pretty smart for an egghead, all she had
was a theory. The bible wasn't a theory. But I didn't really give a
crap about religion either.

"You're gonna get an F in that class." Samantha was laughing at me as
we left the classroom. "He don't like you at all."

"Ah..." I waved it off. "Check that out." I nodded towards a group of
guys standing around the drinking fountain. "Love to get a piece of
that dick."

"Gary?" Carly nodded. "He's tight, but totally cold, girl."

"They're all hot." Sam shook her head. "You gonna go to the keg
tonight?"

"Maybe." I shrugged. "You goin with that skank Robert?"

"Yeah." Sam smiled. "Lay some pipe tonight!"

"Shit, that's pipe's been laid by half the school, Sam." Carl laughed.

"So what? I ain't gonna marry the bastard, I just wanna fuck him." Sam
rolled her eyes.

"The girl's got needs." I grinned at Carly, teasing Sam a little.

"Hey, I got needs, but I got pride too." Carl shook her head.

Carl was good looking, just over six feet tall with short black hair,
a real buzz cut cause her mom was in the Corps and never really left
it. A hard body too, Carl I mean, well her mom was buff as well, but
Carly wasn't bad. Nice hard tits and mean thighs. She was a striker on
the football team, but Carl wasn't a bra or anything, she was cool.

Samantha was tall too, like 5'11" and skinny, which made her a little
masculine in my opinion. Especially since she liked to keep her blonde
hair down around her shoulders. Some people thought she was a fag when
they first saw her, but if they said something to her face Sam would
kick some ass. That girl liked to fight and she was dirty too. She just
needed to put on some weight, but it was like every calorie she got
went straight to her tits or her ass, that wasn't so bad if she wanted
to be a pretty girl and model BVD's or something, but everyone knew
those girls were fags.

I was somewhere in between. Six feet tall and a solid 140 pounds, with
nice tits and firm ass. I kept my black hair short, but not like
Carl's, just over the ears and combed straight back. I liked wearing
leathers and I had an old Harley Shovelhead that I was trying to fix
up, but it was ridable anyway. I had some brains, but not for the book
stuff. I was gonna end up working in my mom's garage probably, turning
nuts and eating grease, but that was cool. I liked getting dirty.

"I'm gonna ask him." I said, making up my mind on the spot. My friends
just looked at me. "What's the worst that can happen, he says no?" I
laughed, like that never happened before.

Gary was about the best looking guy in school, I thought. Maybe 5'5"
and 110 pounds, with long auburn hair he tied back in a ponytail. Nice
eyes, kind of a grey blue color, like a cloudy sky, and soft pouting
lips. He liked to dress fine too, sexy in that uptown way you see on TV
sometimes. He wore pleated silk jeans, tight in all the right places,
and I could see the bulge between his thighs. He was just 51 but some
guys developed quickly, even in a small town like ours.

"Hey." I walked up to them, three no-load guys giggling, and Gary, the
center of my attention. "What's goin' on, Gary?"

"Hi Rache." One of the guys said. I glanced at him, just a little
muffin smiling shyly, but I couldn't remember his name and I didn't
really care.

"Nothin', what are you doing?" Gary licked his lips, but he wasn't
afraid to look at me as I stared at him. He knew he was hot.

"There's a party out by the pond tonight, you wanna go with me?" I
asked him.

Two of the guys whispered and laughed about something and Gary gave
them a dirty look.

"Come on, it'll be fun." I said, smiling and trying to look harmless.

"No, I can't." He shook his head.

"His mom won't let him go on a date." Muffin said with a giggle and
Gary elbowed him.

"It's not a date, it's a party." I shrugged. "Everybody's gonna be
there, come on."

I knew the guy liked me, I could see it in his eyes. I'd noticed it
before, in fact, which was probably the real reason I was so titsy
askin him out like that. He was one of those innocent guys who liked
bad girls, probably laid in bed at night thinking about some big bitch
on a scoot snatching his sweet little ass off the street and making him
do bad things.

"I...I better not..." Gary looked down, hugging his books over his
balls protectively. He was getting hard just thinking about it, I
thought, and it made him self-conscious.

"You're ma ain't gonna find out, I'll pick you up at the Burger Queen,
okay? Three o'clock tonight." I stared at him until he nodded.

"Okay." He said and his friends giggled some more.

"You're gonna be there, right?" I stared some more.

"Yeah, I said I would." Gary bit his bottom lip and looked up under
his long eyelashes.

"Okay." I felt my heart thump hard and I forced myself to stay cool.
The bell was ringing for our next class. "See ya later then."

"Okay." He smiled and then looked at his friends widening his eyes
like a silent 'Wow!'

Guys were like that though, and hard to figure out. Gary had probably
been asked out a dozen times, by chicks a lot better looking than me,
but they were all boring probably. It just reinforced my opinion that
Gary was looking for a little trouble in his life, something a little
dangerous and crazy. 

"He's going out with you?" Carl shook her head. She and Sammi had been
watching the whole thing.

"Yeah." I shrugged like it was no big thing, but inside my heart was
doing Jumping Jills. "I'm gonna nail his prick tonight."

"No way." Sam laughed. "He might go with you, but you ain't getting
any. He's a serious daddy's boy."

"Yeah." Carl grinned. "Probably be a virgin til he gets married.
Saving it up for the right woman."

"Well, the right woman is already here." I chuckled as we sat down for
our history class. "Gary just doesn't know it yet."

"When Eva Braun decided to attack Russia in 6211 it was perhaps the
biggest mistake of the Second World War..." Ms. Painier started the
class.

I sorta liked that class, especially the Nazi stuff. They were
assholes, but they put up a good fight, and those SS bitches looked
sharp in those black uniforms. I had an old Iron Cross I'd got at a gun
show; I wore it sometimes when I was out riding with my ma and her
sisters on the weekends. My mom was in a motorcycle club called the
Panhandlers and they let me ride once in awhile, but I had 6 more years
to go before I was 58 and an adult. As soon as I was though, I was
gonna join up.

Live free or die! That was my motto, but I was just a punk too. In my
mom's day it had been marching against sending our girls to fight in
Vietnam. My grandma had Jane Dean and the Rebel Without A Cause. All my
generation had was Nintendo and Alvin Lavigne, and I couldn't stand
that Sk8r Gurl song of his. So it wasn't really my folks I was
rebelling against, they were cool, it was the people my own age. But
that was all pretty deep for me, so I didn't think about it a whole lot.

Baran was just setting as school let out for the day, turning the
horizon faintly gold. Alde was still high though, it wouldn't set for
another 3 hours or so, and then the sky would get milky pale and stay
that way til morning. It was a good time of year for parties, when the
suns were near the boreal solstice. It would get just dark enough to
have some fun, and stay light enough so we could see what sort of fun
we were having. The austral solstice was pitch black and the nights
seemed to last forever. But it was too cold to go outside that time of
year anyway.

"Hey dad." He was cooking in the kitchen when I got home, stirring
some pasta.

"Hi dear..." He stuck out his cheek for a kiss. "Spaghetti tonight, do
you have homework?"

"Dad," I whined a little, "it's Opsday, come on. I'll do it on
tomorrow."

"Always tomorrow." Dad sighed. "Don't let your mother hear you say
that."

My dad was cool, he could be kind of strict, but he had a big heart
too. He really kept us going as a family. My mom was hard working, hard
drinking, and hard playing, and sometimes it was tough trying to see
how they'd ended up together. Well, maybe not that hard, my dad was
pretty sexy and while the incest thing wasn't really my thing, I'd
heard my mom talk about him plenty of times when we were out with the
Panhandlers. She said dad could fuck her lights out and not even break
a sweat, but she said a lot of stuff when she was drinking and there
had to be more to it than just good sex.

Maybe it was just because of my brother, but I didn't like to think
about it too much. They'd just been married just a few months before
William was born, so obviously they'd been fooling around before they
got hitched. It was just hard imagining my dad giving up his virginity
like that though, especially since he was always on William to be
careful and save himself for the right woman. Dad was always on me to
treat men with respect and to remember that no meant no.

Mom had a different theory though. "No means no unless you're in the
backseat of a '17 Firebird." She'd laugh and give me a wink. Of course
that was the car she'd been driving on her first date with dad,
according to family legend.

Anyway, like I said, my dad was a hottie, which is always weird to
think about. My friends liked him, especially Sam who called him a FILF
even though I thought it sounded stupid. Mostly she'd use that when she
knew he'd overhear her, like that would get my dad excited or
something, knowing my best friend wanted to fuck him. Sometimes I wish
I had one of those fat old dads who just sat around eating fudge and
watching Oprah all day, you know that black guy on TV? But dad was like
5'4" 105lbs and just soft in all the right places, hard in the right
places too, and he had a killer ass.

I didn't want to think about my dad though.

I went upstairs to grab a shower, but really I just wanted to jerk
off. I did that a lot, in the morning before school, as soon as I got
home, in bed at night. It was crazy, like all I could think about was
sex sometimes. I knew it was the puberty thing and all girls went
through it from the time they were about 40 until 55 maybe, or even 60,
and it felt good, but jerking off just made me even hornier I think. I
still did it though.

I leaned back against the cool tile in the shower and just rubbed my
clit in small circles, thinking about Gary mostly. He was so cute and I
knew he had a hot little body. I tried to imagine what it would feel
like getting his cock inside me. He'd be scared probably, just a little
virgin looking up at me with his soft eyes while I fucked him, slow at
first, and then harder. I pushed a finger inside me, rubbing my thumb
over my hard little clit as she came to life.

Yeah, little Gary was going to be my fuck toy. I'd had a virgin
before, some guy I'd met about 2 years before at William's graduation
party. He'd said no a couple times, and we weren't anywhere near a
Firebird, but I'd talked and kissed and rubbed his swollen balls until
no started sounding an awful lot like yes. When I popped his cherry he
cried and I'd never felt so good in my life. I'd hoped that he'd
knocked me up, that would have been really cool because I didn't even
know the little bastard's name, but it had been the wrong time of the
month for it. Or maybe he just got lucky, I don't know.

Thinking about Gary and then that little hottie I'd fucked before was
getting me off and I played with my tits while I fucked myself hard. I
had nice boobs, not too big and firm with hard muscle underneath. A lot
of guys liked my tits and I was gonna make Gary suck my nipples later.
He'd say he didn't want to, but he would and then he'd love it. All
guys were like that and while he was using his tongue on my tits I'd
break his cherry. I hoped he'd cry too, imagining him with tears
running down his cheeks was enough to bring me off finally and I
sprayed cunt juice in my hand, playing with it for a bit under the warm
shower while I caught my breath and waited for all the spasms to go
away, all those min-orgasms that just went on and on.

I wondered if Gary spit or swallowed and that made me chuckle. He'd
probably never sucked a cunt in his life, but I was gonna fix that too.

End of Chapter 1 : Part 1 rache696@yahoo.com

To be continued immediately

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Dabara By rache

Chapter 1 : Part 2

Mom was home by the time I got changed and downstairs. We ate early at
my house because she was usually hungry when she got off work. Mom was
a good looking woman, 6'1" tall and 170 pounds of muscle, hard blue
eyes and short black hair. She'd had two kids, but you wouldn't know it
by looking at her. She was wearing a muscle t-shirt, which was normal
cause she liked to show off her tattoos. She had one of our savior,
Julie Christ, on her left arm, after she rose to heaven, smiling and
radiant. On her other arm mom had the devil, Satin herself, holding a
pitchfork and smiling. That one had scared me when I was little, but I
liked it now. When mom flexed her arms a certain way it looked like
Julie and Satin were laughing at each other.

"So what's your plans for tonight?" Mom asked, twirling her fork in
the pasta.

"I'm just gonna hang out. I asked a boy out, so maybe we'll see a
movie or something." I lied. I sure as hell wasn't going to tell them I
was going to a kegger.

"A boy huh?" My mom smiled around a mouthful of spaghetti.

"Does this boy have a name, dear?" Dad looked at me.

"Yeamph." I nodded, swallowing fast. "Yeah, Gary Pearson. He's a few
months behind me at school."

"Is he hot?" My mom grinned and my dad shot her a look.

"Is that Mark Pearson's boy?" Dad asked, eating his dinner slowly.

"I dunno, I guess." I shrugged. "He's cute."

"Well, you be nice to him, Rachael. Be a lady for a change." Dad said
and mom rolled her eyes.

"I will, yeah, you know me." I smiled.

"I do know you." Dad smiled too, but he was trying to be serious. "No
fooling around. I don't want you getting some boy in trouble."

"Oh, Bob, she's not going to get him in trouble." Mom came to my
defense. "Cause if she does I'll tan her ass, won't I?" Or maybe not.

"Uh, yeah." I nodded.

We ate the rest of the meal talking mostly about other stuff, like if
they were ever gonna catch that crazy Bin Laden bitch. Olivia Stone's
new movie about 19/11 was opening that night and I'd said that was the
movie we were going to go see, maybe.

"Hey." Mom crooked her finger at me as I was helping dad clear the
table. He was in the kitchen and mom looked past my shoulder just to
make sure we were alone. "That new boy of yours on the pill?" Mom asked
me softly.

"I don't know." I replied. "I think he's a virgin."

"Well, if he ain't...here...take these, might come in handy." Mom
pressed a couple foil packets of condoms into my hand. She gave me a
wink.

"Okay ma." I licked my lips.

"That ain't the same as permission, now." Mom told me. "Just I know
what it was like being your age with a cute guy in my lap."

I nodded, stuffing the condoms in my pocket before dad saw them.

"And make sure you put water in the car this time." Mom stood up,
stretching a little so I could see the rings in her nipples under the
tight t-shirt she wore. "Your father threw a fit last weekend."

"Sure mom." I smiled. "Uh, is it payday?"

"Payday?" Mom laughed. "How many hours you clock?"

"I was in the shop all day last Saturday, plus Tuesday after school,
remember?"

"Yeah, I guess." Mom pulled her wallet out and gave me forty bucks.
"That'll be enough for tonight." Then she thought about it and gave me
another ten. "Get that boy some flowers, they like that stuff."

"Thanks mom." I pocketed the money thinking I'd never waste money on
flowers.

I jammed out of the house, taking dad's Volvo. Mom had a new Mustang,
but she wouldn't hardly ever let me drive it, like I might crash or
something. The Volvo sucked, it was like driving a boxcar down the
street, but my motorcycle was down until I could get a new cam for it.
Probably a couple more weeks or so, I figured. Old Harley parts were
expensive. Still, a boxcar was better than nothing and it did have a
lot of room in the backseat and I planned to put it to good use.

I had about an hour to kill before I was supposed to pick-up Gary at
the Burger Queen, so I figured I'd stop by the mall. It sucked, of
course, but usually there were some hot guys walking around, and that
was always cool. I could check out the music place anyway, see if they
had the new Eminem CD, Marsha Mathers Unplugged in Detroit. That chick
was funny as hell, but she had a seriously foul mouth. I had to hide
her CD's from my dad, he only wanted me to get the edited ones. That
would be like one long 65 minute 'Bleeeeeeeeep' ...so fuck that!

"Hey Rachael." Some boy said, he was about 8 years younger than me,
but dressed up to look older, with dark eyes and red lips.

"Hi." I smiled at him. He was with 2 other boys and they were all
cute, smiling shyly. I'd noticed them before as I walked around the
music store, but I hadn't recognized them. They'd been giggling then,
now they were pretending to be bored.

"You remember me?" He asked and I thought about it, trying really
hard. "I'm David? Mel's brother?" He was smiling and then I was nodding.

"Oh right, Melanie's little brother." I smiled back at him, looking
the boy up and down. "Wow, you grew up, Davey."

He giggled self-consciously, but I wasn't lying. I hadn't hung out
with Melanie for awhile and the last time I'd seen David he'd been a
little kid, now he was really filling out. About five foot even and 85
pounds, with long brown hair and hazel eyes. He was wearing some
designer jeans, it looked like, really tight in the ass and showing off
his narrow hips and waist, not to mention his budding manhood. I didn't
even know they made clothes like that for 40 year olds, but I guess
they did.

I stared at his crotch for a long second. "Really grew up." I returned
my eyes to his face and David was blushing sweetly. "Who's your friends?"

"Oh, uh, this is Sean..." He pointed at a little redheaded boy with
freckles. "...and that's Paris." He was tall and thin, with black hair
and blue eyes. Pretty sexy actually, and he gave me a nice smile.

"Paris? Like the Hilton guy, huh?" I smiled. "Except better looking."

The dark haired boy blushed at that and his red headed friend
whispered something with a giggle. They were all cute and I could feel
my nipples getting hard, pressing against my t-shirt.

"So what are you doing?" David asked me, putting his hands behind his
back and bouncing a little on his toes.

"Just wasting time." I shrugged. "Looking for the Eminem CD, hanging
out. Where's your girlfriend's at?"

"Uh, we don't have any." David admitted with another blush.

"You can be my girlfriend." Paris said, and then turned his face and
covered his eyes, laughing as the color rose in his cheeks. He was a
serious flirt, but it was hard to tell how serious he was.

"Oh yeah?" I grinned, watching him peek at me. "You wanna go out with
me?"

David didn't say anything, but I could see a little frown starting on
his handsome face. Sean just stood there smiling while Paris half hid
himself behind his friend's back.

"Um, yeah." Paris stood up and turned, trying to look serious and
brave, his blue eyes shining under the bright lights of the store. "Uh-
huh." He licked his lips.

"Give me your phone number then, I'll call you sometime." I said.

"Okay." Paris smiled, nodding quickly and opening his purse like I
might change my mind. Guys and purses, I almost sighed. I didn't really
expect the boy to have a pen, I was just fooling around, but he was
sexy and if things didn't work out with Gary...Well, nobody was gonna
blame me for hitting on a guy who looked like that!

He handed me his phone number and I let my fingers touch his for just
a second, smiling into the boy's face until he blinked and pulled his
hand away like I'd burned him.

"Come on..." David didn't look really happy, but he should have been a
little quicker maybe. "We have to get going," he said to me, "my dad's
picking us up."

"Say hi to Mel for me, okay?" I smiled and Paris gave me a little
wave, but I knew he was gonna be in trouble with his friends. Nothin I
could do about that though, and besides, I had Mel's phone number at
home, maybe I'd give David a call sometime too.

"Paris..." I whispered to myself, browsing the new releases. That was
a pretty name. He was gonna be really hot when he got a little older, I
thought. It was making me horny again, well I'd been horny since I saw
them really, but thinking about that Paris boy in particular, with his
jet black hair, and bee stung lips. The little cleft in his
chin...mmm...I wondered what his cock looked like. I bet it was big,
uncircumcised too probably.

I'd never seen an uncircumcised penis, except on the internet. I had a
secret stash of pictures on my computer in my room and that was always
good for jerking off to. I knew my friends had theirs too, even my mom
had some stuff, magazines mostly that she kept down in the basement.
She didn't know that I knew about them. My dad hated porn, I think. But
I heard guys weren't into that stuff anyway, they were more emotionally
centered than physical, and liked mental stimulation, rather than just
visual. My dad read books mostly, like that D.H. Lawrence woman, Lord
Chatterley's Lover or whatever it was. I read some of it and it was
sorta hot, but it wasn't as good as seeing real pictures.

I was pretty happy I wasn't a guy.

I looked at my watch and I still had half an hour. I hadn't found the
CD I wanted, they were sold out already, which bummed me a little. I
wandered out of the mall and sort of stood there, wondering which way
to go. That was the problem with malls, they sucked anyway, but if you
were by yourself they really sucked.

Just across the way there was a Victor's Secret store, but I didn't
have the tits to go in there. A 50 year old girl walking around
checking out guys' underwear would have been sort of weird. But I
walked by the big display windows slowly anyway. Stephen Seymour was
definitely one of the hottest guys on the planet, I thought, even
though he was sorta old. He still looked fine, especially in some
seriously tight silk briefs. He must have had like a ten inch dick or
something, unless they stuffed his underwear, but I didn't think they
did. My dad got the catalogue every few months and of course me and mom
always checked it out first thing, and Stephen was the guy I lusted
after. I think mom liked the tall skinny black guy, but he didn't do
much for me.

"Rachael, hello. I thought that was you." 

A voice suddenly startled me, a man's voice, and I flushed slightly as
I realized I'd been standing in front of the store just staring at the
scantily clad mannequins. It was Mr. Bruening and if there was a father
I wanted to fuck, it was him. I think he knew it too.

He was older, like a hundred and forty maybe, with a very handsome
face and a great body. He was tall, like 5'7" or so, and he wore heels
which made him seem even taller than that. Mr. Bruening's hair was
thick around the sides and back, long styled with waves and curls. It
was thinning in front, but that was okay and he was one of those men
who looked good with a high forehead. A lot of guys wore wigs when they
got older.

"Hello Mr. Bruening." I smiled, feeling my cheeks burn and I seriously
wished we weren't standing in front of a lingerie store.

"Shopping for your boyfriend?" He smiled, teasing me I think, but I
couldn't be sure, and he looked pointedly at the underwear in the
display window.

"Uh, no." I laughed, feeling uncertain about myself.

He rubbed his short beard, which was almost white, in contrast with
his hair which was still mostly black. Beards were very sexy, but they
didn't look good on all men, just some of them. It looked good on Mr.
Bruening. He was wearing a loose mustard colored shirt that only had 2
buttons maybe, way down low by his flat stomach. It was open wide at
his chest, like a big V from his shoulders pointing at his belly
button, or maybe something lower. It was incredibly sexy and I couldn't
believe he could get away walking around like that at the mall. Just
standing there I could almost see his nipples! And if he moved or a
breeze came along...I wished we were outside.

"You know, I was thinking about you just the other day." Mr. Bruening
smiled and the way he said it, his voice soft and husky, made me
swallow nervously.

He had a body made for sex and I bet he wore out Mrs. Bruening every
night. His shoulders were wide, but not too wide, and his body tapered
down to a waspish waist and then smooth flat hips. I'm never good at
measurements, but if I had to guess I'd say like 36-22-24, and all of
120 pounds, maybe. Probably less than that. He made my clit hard just
looking at him and I was nervous.

"Really?" I tried to smile.

"Oh yes, you know Mrs. Bruening had to go to Chicago on business, and
with Jack gone to college now, well I was looking for someone to help
me around the house. Just for a day or two, after school..." He was
looking at me expectantly. "....A strong young woman who wouldn't mind
working up a sweat."

"Uh." I swallowed hard. It was like he was making a pass at me, or so
I thought, but what if I was wrong? "I sort of work at my mom's shop,
uh, after school."

"Oh it would just be for a day or two next week, Rachael." He smiled
and put his hand on my arm, giving me a squeeze and I looked down at
his manicured fingers. "Of course my wife does travel a lot." He sighed
and I just watched his bare chest, shaved smooth and pink, rise and fall.

"Um, yeah I uh, I guess so." I found myself nodding.

"Oh good!" He looked like he wanted to hug me for a second and I
almost wished he would. "How about Monday, is that okay for you."

I nodded dumbly, not feeling very much like a bad girl at all right
then. It was funny what an older, much more experienced man could do to
a high school girl like me. Except I wasn't laughing, I was just
throbbing all over.

"I was going to look for something in here." Mr. Bruening glanced at
the window, still holding my arm, like he'd just forgotten all about
it. "Something special, you know..." He looked at me, dropping his
voice and leaning closer, just enough so I could smell his cologne. It
was Chanel, I thought, that expensive stuff my mom had gotten dad for
their anniversary once. "...something sexy."

"Oh." I blushed then, my cheeks burning for sure.

"Maybe you'd like to help me pick something out?" She was tugging at
my arm and I felt like I was drowning or something.

"I uh, I have to meet my, uh...I have to meet a friend in um..." I
looked at my watch. "...20 minutes and..."

"Oh, that's enough time." Mr. Bruening giggled, pulling me into the
Victor's Secret. "There were a few men inside, browsing with the help
of a couple salesmen, who were quite attractive themselves.

"Oh, this is naughty, what do you think, Rachael?" Mr. Bruening held
up a pair of tightly woven black fishnet briefs. My eyes must have
practically bugged out of my head because he laughed. "Too much maybe?"

"I. um..." I felt my clit ready to pop any second, especially when Mr.
Bruening held them to his body, to the obvious bulge in his pleated
slacks, as if he were modeling them for me.

"I know..." He sighed, "...it's so hard to tell like this. Maybe I
should try them on." He looked around and I was like a lost puppy then.
"Come on." He whispered and tugged me quickly into the changing room
area, finding a small room and closing the door behind us.

My heart was pounding and I could barely breathe. I was in a Victor's
Secret changing room with Mr. Bruening! This couldn't be happening, it
was like one of those sexy letters in my mom's Penthouse magazine. The
ones where some woman meets the hot blonde of her dreams and he fucks
her silly. Those letters were fake though, some girl in some office
just made them up, everyone knew that, but now it was really happening.
To me!

"Have you ever had a suckjob, Rachael?" Mr. Bruening was whispering,
his hands were on my shoulders and going down slowly as he knelt on the
carpeted floor.

"Oh God." I swallowed, my mind going in a thousand different
directions. Mr. Bruening was going to suck me off. What if we got
caught? I was going to be late for my date with Gary. And other stuff,
mostly just confused excited thoughts like this was the scariest best
most incredible moment of my life.

Mr. Bruening undid my jeans, pulling them down slowly, and then my
underwear, exposing my sex to the cool air. I couldn't do anything, I
was helpless and I felt like a little girl again. He was even older
than my mom, but he was blowing warm moist air across my hard little
clit and it sent a shiver through me.

"You have a nice pussy, Rachael...Mmmm...Just relax and enjoy it, let
daddy make you feel good now..." And then I felt his tongue on my skin
and I almost jumped. I'd never had a suckjob, even though I lied about
it to my friends. Lots of boys my age thought it was nasty, taking a
girl in their mouths like that. Mr. Bruening didn't, he was soft and
gentle at first, just licking me all over, running his hands up and
down my legs, massaging my muscles.

I couldn't tell you if it was a good suckjob, or a bad one, but I was
pretty sure it was a great one. Mr. Bruening knew exactly where to
touch me with his tongue and when he took my sex into his mouth it was
like going to heaven. I just arched my back, rolling my hips a little,
grinding myself against his sweet sucking mouth. My clit was as big as
it had ever been in my life, probably as big as the tip of Mr.
Bruening's thumb as he stroked it. And when he took it between his
lips, just pinching it softly, flicking his tongue across the tip, I
was practically cumming already.

"I...I'm gonna..." I was trying to stay quiet, to warn him that I was
about to cum, just he case he didn't like it, but it was impossible to
get the words out. I was standing on tip-toe, trying not to cum, just
wanting to hold off for a few more precious seconds of pleasure.

But Mr. Bruening just sucked me even harder, fucking me with his
tongue, working it inside my trembling sex and I lost it. I had my
fingers in his hair, pulling the man hard against me as I came, my cum
rushing out of me in a small flood of ecstasy. I couldn't think or
breathe, my heart was going a million miles an hour and I held Mr.
Bruening tightly, without even realizing it, as the man swallowed my
cunt juice quickly, making soft wet noises that only made it better
somehow.

It was some few minutes before I could let him go, feeling breathless
and weak-kneed. I relaxed, still flushed and trembling with little
spasms down deep in my belly. Mr. Bruening just knelt there, stroking
my bare thighs, smiling up at me with his face glistening with my
juices. He'd swallowed a lot, but a lot had spilled out of his hungry
mouth too and I'd seen facials before, in pictures, but seeing a
handsome man's face covered with my oily fuck juice was even better.

"I guess I'll take these then." Mr. Bruening held up the dainty hanger
with the forgotten fishnet briefs dangling from it, smiling and licking
his lips.

It felt awkward thanking Mr. Bruening for a suckjob, but he knew I was
grateful anyway, as any 51 year old girl would be. It was like a dream
and all I could do was smile a lot and then face the nervous dash out
of the changing rooms. Doubtless a girl my age getting caught in that
part of the store would have marked me a serious little pervert. A real
Peeping Pam and I didn't need my mom whipping my ass for that! Having
all the little orgasms didn't help either and I wished I'd brought a
tampon or something to soak up all the juices. I felt like I peed
myself and I knew my pants were gonna be stained and probably smell
like sex.

Thankfully I made it without incident and I had to admit getting a
suckjob in a changing room at the mall was just about the coolest thing
I could think of. My friends would never believe me, not in a million
years! And the best thing was that Mr. Bruening had got me off so
easily, so quickly, that I still had five minutes to get across the
street to the Burger Queen and meet Gary. I just really hoped I didn't
smell like sex, or at least not too much. I didn't want to scare him
away!

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Chapter 1 : Part 3


I got to the Burger Queen right on time, but as I figured, Gary was
gonna make me wait for him. That was cool though, he was worth it, just
so long as he didn't stand me up. Some guys were like that, they'd say
one thing and then do another, and I never really figured guys out. At
least if a woman said she was going to do something she did it, you
know? Or if she didn't she wasn't much of a woman anyway.

I made a beeline straight for the bathrooms, and I spent a good 5 or
10 minutes trying to clean myself up. Luckily it was one of those small
bathrooms made for just one person and I could lock the door. I was a
mess and my pussy was leaking like crazy. Mr. Bruening was probably
laughing about it, I thought, he was sexy as hell, but he knew what
making me cum was going to do to me too. That was the only bad thing
about being a woman was the mess, but usually that wasn't so bad, just
at times like this. I did manage to get dry though; thanking God that
nobody could see me sticking my bare ass under the hot air of the hand
dryer.

Sam was in there with her boy Robert, having something to eat before
they went out to the pond. Actually Robert was everyone's boy, and I'm
not joking, he didn't just have a reputation as an easy lay, I think he
was proud of it. He was just a total slut and I heard he'd do like two
or three girls at the same time even. That didn't bother me a whole lot
though, and it obviously bothered Samantha even less, but there were a
lot of kids at school who looked down on Robert. They called him a
whore and stuff like that, even to his face, and I might have felt
sorry for him sometimes, but I'd fucked him too and he was a whore.
Except he didn't charge anything except some fast food and some beer
maybe.

He wasn't bad looking though, like 5'2" and pretty well built, a nice
soft body with just a little baby fat, but it made his ass nice and
round, a sweet little bubble butt. He had kind of dirty blonde hair,
curly and parted down the middle, pulled back from his pretty face with
a big pink hair clip. He wore too much makeup though. I liked guys who
just used a little, like Gary. Robert had crimson lips and sunset gold
eye shadow, it was nice, but there was just too much of it. I was
really glad girls didn't have to wear make up and stuff, that would
suck. It would look pretty stupid too and I tried to picture Samantha
with lipstick but it was impossible.

"Hey kids." I grinned and sat down across from them, Sam and Robert
were sitting side by side in a booth.

"Hey Rache." Sam smiled. "Waitin' for Gary?"

"Hi Rache." Robert said in a soft voice, he smiled coquettishly, which
was a new word I'd just learned that day in English. It means he was
flirting with me and I just wiggled my eyebrows at him.

"Yeah." I nodded. "Is that one of those mint shakes?"

"Whew, somebody's been having fun." Robert sniffed the air a little
and giggled. Boys could always tell and I wondered if they had a better
sense of smell than girls, or if it was really the pheromones that
girls gave off during sex. But that wasn't really a smell anyway, I
didn't think.

I just ignored him and Samantha didn't seem to notice anything, so
that was cool. 

"Yeah." Sam answered my question, taking a bite of his burger.

I grabbed it and slurped some into my mouth. All the fast food places
had green shakes for St. Patricia's Day, which was like a week away or
something. All the bars had red beer though, since beer was usually
green all the time anyway, and that never made much sense to me. Red
beer kinda looked like blood, they should do that for Halloween or
something, wouldn't you think?

"They oughta serve these year round." I said, because that shake was
pretty good.

"Yeah." Robert was eating a salad, like he was watching his figure,
probably trying to lose that baby fat that made him so cute. "But then
they'd have to have some other special flavor."

"Who the fuck is St. Patricia anyway?" Sam asked with a little laugh.
"What'd she ever do?"

"She invented green shakes." I slurped some more.

Robert giggled and reached over to slap my arm. "She did not; she got
all the snakes out of Ireland or something."

"Catholic schoolboy." Samantha chuckled. "I wanna get a snake out of
something too..." She must have been grabbing at Robert's cock because
he squealed all of a sudden, and jumped about 6 inches straight up.

"God!" Robert gave Sam a little push, opening his green eyes extra
wide. "Don't do that, people will see!" and then he glanced at me,
without a hint of embarrassment, "Rachael will see..."

"I seen it before." I laughed and Samantha gave me a high five.

"Oh, right, I forgot that was you." The boy said sarcastically.

"Ouch!" Sam laughed.

"He's mean tonight." I shook my head.

"No, you girls are mean." Robert giggled. "I'm just trying to eat my
salad."

"We love you, baby." Sam smiled, chewing on some French fries.

"You can eat my salad." I grinned at him.

"Yeah, right. I know what you two love." Robert rolled his eyes.

"Hey, there's your thang." Sam nodded and I looked over my shoulder,
seeing Gary coming through the glass doors.

He was hot too, wearing a yellow tube top over his chest and a pair of
white denim shorts with some sneakers. He had a serious body and a few
heads in the place turned to check him out. Gary was probably used to
it though and I waved at him as he took off his sunglasses, combing his
fingers through his long auburn hair like he was posing. He walked over
slowly, smiling, and I just watched his hips and the bulge in his tight
shorts moving hypnotically. My clit was getting hard again just looking
at the guy.

"Hi." I smiled, sliding over so Gary could sit down next to me. He
pulled his purse off his shoulder and slid in, smiling all around. At
least he didn't wrinkle his nose at me.

"Hi Gary." Samantha was practically drooling.

"Hi." Gary nodded. "Hi Robert."

"Hey." Robert smiled, but it was kind of a catty one, I thought.

"Wow...You look great." I told him.

"You like it?" Gary looked down at himself as if he didn't believe me.
He tugged his top a little, making sure it covered his smooth flat
chest just right.

"Yeah. I didn't know you had a pierced belly button, that's pretty
cool." I said, pointing with my finger. I wanted to touch it, the
little gold ring that was hanging there, but I didn't.

"Did that hurt?" Sam asked.

"Oh I got this last year." Gary told us, and then looked at Samantha.
"Yeah it hurt a lot, but it's okay now. See?" He pulled it a little,
pulling his skin tight. It looked seriously sexy.

"Cool." Sam nodded. "What happened to that piercing thing you were
gonna get, Robert?" She looked at the boy next to her.

"Oh, uh..." She made a little face. "My dad wouldn't let me."

"What were you gonna get?" I asked him.

"A Prince Albert." Robert shrugged. "If your under 58 you have to have
a parent with you or they won't do it."

"What's a Prince Albert?" Gary looked at me and I didn't know.

"It's like a ring through your dick, right through the pee hole sorta
and it comes out underneath." Robert was leaning forward, well we all
were sorta, elbows on the table trying to picture what he was talking
about.

"Ouch." Gary giggled nervously. "Why would you want to do that?"

"Cause it looks cool." Robert shrugged. "Why'd you get your belly
button pierced?"

"Cause it looks cool." And we all laughed a little.

"Should get your nipples pierced." I told Robert. "That would be
awesome."

"Yeah, but everybody does that." Gary smiled at Samantha because he
knew hers were pierced.

"I don't want anymore piercings." Gary said. "I got 5 already, that's
enough."

"Five?" Sam looked at him.

"Yeah, see...two in each ear." He pulled his reddish hair back behind
his right ear, turning his head slightly so Sam could see the twin
golden hoops dangling from the boy's ear.

"Cool." Samantha nodded. "But if you got your nipples pierced we could
hook up." She grinned.

"Hook up?" Gary asked, looking confused. He really was pretty innocent
and I guess he didn't get out that much, at least not with girls like
us, the ones from the other side of the tracks.

"She's got like these clip things so you can lock the rings together
while you...well, you know." Robert grinned as Gary's blue eyes got
wide and he blushed bright red.

"Nipple to nipple, baby." Sam laughed and she put her arm around
Robert, pulling the smaller boy close to her.

"Oh." Gary swallowed hard and glanced at me. I was smiling, but I
stopped when I saw the look on his face and just kinda shrugged.

I figured I better get Gary out of there before Samantha and Robert
said something totally embarrassing, as if they hadn't already. Gary
was a total virgin, that was obvious, and I didn't know what he thought
of all that dirty talk in the middle of a Burger Queen. Probably not
much and I started preparing myself in case he wanted me to take him
home instead of out to the pond.

"Hey, I think we're gonna take off." I said, looking at Gary and he
nodded, giving me a relieved smile of agreement. "We'll see you guys at
the party, huh?"

"Yeah, see ya later, girl." Sam nodded and then gave Gary a look like
she was already missing him. "Bye Gary."

"Uh, bye." Gary nodded, slipping out of the booth quickly.

"See ya later." Robert gave us a little wave and winked at me. That
guy just never stopped and I was glad Gary didn't see it.

"Hey, I'm sorry about Sam and Robert there..." I started saying as
soon as we were in the boxcar.

"That's okay." Gary gave me a little smile. "I just never heard of
some of that stuff, that's all."

"Yeah, me neither." I smiled.

He laughed at me then. "Oh, I bet you know all about it."

"Me?" I laughed. "Nah, I'm innocent. Scouts honor." I held up three
fingers, glancing at him as I waited for a break in traffic.

"You're a Girl Scout?" Gary smiled at me doubtfully.

"Well, I'm not an Eagle Scout or anything," I admitted with a smile,
"but I am always prepared."

"That's what I thought." He giggled.

I pulled out of the parking lot, thinking about the condoms in my back
pocket. Oh yeah, I was prepared for anything. It wasn't a long drive
out to the pond, which was really a lake since they'd built the dam
about a hundred years before. But before it had filled up with water it
had been Miller's Pond, and so it still was. I think they'd tried to
change it to Miller's Lake once or twice, but traditions die hard in
our part of the country. Either way it was a petty cool place to hang
out on a hot summer night.

Gary talked for most of the drive, which was fine by me. Guys like to
talk anyway, everybody knows that, so I just nodded a lot and made the
right sounds like I was interested, but mostly I was just sneaking
peeks as his legs, which were long and smooth and tanned all over. I
wondered if he shaved them, most guys did, but some guys just didn't
have a lot of hair anyway. Except in France. I heard the guys there
didn't shave their legs at all, or their underarms even, and that
sounded sorta gross. A guy with hairy pits? No way.

"...I really love his books though, especially that first one.
Interview with the Vampire, did you read that?" Gary was asking me.

"Huh?" I blinked. "No, but uh, I saw the movie. The fag vampires,
right?"

"Well, they're sensual." Gary smiled patiently. "And Tom Rice's book
was a lot better than the movie."

"I dunno," I shrugged, "I kinda like vampires who like guys, you know?
Instead of other women. Like Blade, she wasn't queer."

"Blade?" Gary laughed. "Leslie Snipes? I don't think she's sexy at all."

"I didn't say she was sexy, I said she wasn't a fag." I laughed.

"Well, what kind of books do you like then?" Gary was definitely one
of those romantic guys. I probably should have taken my ma's advice and
gotten him some flowers, I mighta been his pants already.

"Ummm..." I tried to think of books that were sorta womanly, but kinda
smart too. My mom liked Ann Clancy, but I didn't think Gary would go
for her stuff. "I liked Old Woman and the Sea, that was a cool book."

"You read that?" Gary gave me a look like he could almost respect me.

"Yeah." I nodded, "I had to read it for one of my classes, but I liked
it."

"What part?" Gary asked and I figured he was testing me, so I was glad
I hadn't been lying.

"Uh well, the part with fighting the sharks was cool." I shrugged
glancing at Gary in the faltering light. I needed to do better. "But
um, I think when she's walking up the beach, right at the end, carrying
the mast over her shoulder so it's like the cross, that was my favorite
part."

"Oh, yeah." Gary was nodding and smiling enthusiastically.
"Hemingway's great, like she's so simple you don't really think its
special, but then you think about it and realize she was saying
something really important underneath the story."

"Ummm..." I blinked and stared at the road. "...yeah."

But it was cool, so what if Gary was a little bit of a geek? Nobody
ever said beauty and brains couldn't go together, it just didn't seem
fair to the other guys. He was a serious hottie, and smart too, and he
was going out with me. That would make any girl nervous, I thought, and
that was sort of comforting because I was nervous as hell. But maybe I
didn't need to be since I'd apparently passed Gary's little test with
flying colors. He moved a little closer, as much as he could in the
bucket seats we were sitting in, and sort of grabbed my right arm,
hugging it a little and leaning his head against me. It was surprising,
but really nice too and I didn't fight it at all.

I just hoped I wouldn't have to read a whole bunch of books to keep
him interested in me. The only other 'smart' book I'd read and knew
pretty good was Of Mice and Women, by Joan Steinbeck. I thought about
bringing it up, but then I figured I'd better save it just in case I
needed a net later, you know?

"How much farther is it?" Gary asked me.

Outside the sky was shimmering. It was dark enough so I turned on the
headlights, but it wouldn't start getting completely dark for another 8
months or so. Some years one or the other of our two suns wouldn't even
set and it would be daylight all the time. But that only happened like
every 76 thousand years or something. I'd never see it except in the
planetarium at school.

"We're almost there." I smiled down at him. "You've never been out
here before?"

"Nope." He shook his head, looking up at me with big eyes.

"You wanna see the dam? There's like a scenic overlook thing, it's
pretty cool." I didn't tell him it was also the local lover's lane and
people went there to park and make out.

"Sure." He nodded.

I had my right hand off the steering while by then and I'd actually
put my arm around Gary's shoulder. The feel of his bare skin under my
fingers was pretty intense, like almost giving me an electric shock at
first. I'd held my breath, expecting the boy to pull away from me, but
he hadn't. If anything Gary had settled a little closer against me and
I really wished there was one big front seat in that stupid Volvo
instead of two smaller ones. I could have really held him close then.

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Dabara fiction by Rachael

Chapter 1 : Part 4

"I miss the stars." Gary said.

We were sitting on the back end of the Volvo, above the fusion tank
and the reactor was still warm, but not uncomfortable. The air was much
warmer; the breeze helped though, just a little one blowing from the
east and the distant mountains.

We'd talked and walked around the overlook, watching the silvery water
flow over the dam below us, boiling up with a dull roar where it began
the river anew. Around us were tall trees, great pine trees thousands
of years old, stretching up to impale the sky. They were so thick and
heavy the wind could barely make them stir and they were like a great
wall around us, shutting the rest of the world out so that Gary and I
could imagine we were totally alone in the universe.

Gary had his legs up, knees bent so he could hug them to his chest as
he sat there under the milky sky, like black coffee streaked with
cream, ribbons of it wavering on unseen currents of magnetism. I was
close to him, my legs stretched out, leaning back with my left arm
behind him, touching his back. We were both looking up. This time of
year starlight couldn't get through and if you didn't know better you'd
think there wasn't anything out there beyond our little planet. And who
knows, maybe there wasn't. Nobody's ever been to one of those million
billion other stars.

"There's the moon coming up." I pointed, even though I really didn't
need to. It was pretty big and high enough now to easily see it above
the trees. "I wonder how come nobody ever named it." I said, and then
thought that sounded dumb. "I mean, everything else has a name, but the
moon..."

"...Is just the moon. Yeah." Gary bit his bottom lip, nodding. "What
would you name it, if you could?"

"Me?" I chuckled. "I'd name it Gary."

"Silly!" Gary giggled and gave me a little elbow. "I'm serious."

"I don't know." I shrugged, thinking I had been serious. "What would
you name it?"

"Hmmm...Something old, like Dabara. That would be a good name for it."

"Dabara?" I looked at him and he was so beautiful just sitting there.
I felt hollow inside. "What does that mean?"

"It's the old word for magic, the really old word; Persian or Arabic
or something like that." Gary looked at me. "What?"

"Like abracadabra?" I smiled softly.

"Yeah, Dabara, it's perfect." He smiled at me and I think my heart
forgot to beat. "The moon's magic, right? So...it all kind of fits."

Gary was staring into my eyes and I was leaning closer because he was
speaking softly, and neither of us blinked or looked away. We just
smiled and maybe we didn't even do that, because all I could think
about just then was Gary's eyes. He swallowed and I licked my lips.

"Are you going to kiss me?" He whispered, eyes wide and we both knew I
was.

I didn't say anything I just moved those last few inches, touching my
lips to his and I felt a little rush through my body, a warmth that I'd
never really felt before, not like this. I didn't want to kiss him too
hard, or too fast, there was something holding me back, something
inside me. We just kissed for half a minute, the tip of my tongue
barely touching Gary's lips, not doing anything else while we held our
breath.

Gary sighed, letting the air out slowly and he just sucked his full
red lips a little, like he was tasting me maybe. I took a deep breath,
wondering why I was feeling like I was, as if I were almost protective
of the boy. I'd made out before, a lot of times, and it was always
good, even when it wasn't. But I hadn't really cared about those guys.
Even the two boys I'd had sex with, Robert and the guy at my brother's
party. I didn't care about them at all, I thought I was just being a
woman, you know? Having sex, that's what a woman does. But now I wasn't
so sure.

"Have you kissed a lot of boys?" Gary asked me and I shrugged, not
really wanting to say one way or the other. I looked at the moon.

"A few." I finally admitted.

"I kissed a girl before." Gary told me. "But it wasn't like that."

He said it so soft I didn't think I'd heard him right and I looked at
him sharply. None of my kisses had ever been like that either.

"I mean...did you feel it?" Gary asked and I thought he was afraid I'd
laugh and say no, the way he hesitated.

"Yeah." I said. "I never felt like this."

"Do you want to kiss me some more?" Gary lowered his eyes and the wind
blew his long dark hair over his face.

I turned a little, pulling the silky strands away carefully, feeling
the boy's warm skin under my fingers. "Yeah." I whispered, and I slid
my right hand behind his head, holding him as we kissed once more.

It was deeper this time and gentle at first, but I couldn't help
myself and I slipped my tongue between Gary's soft lips, urging his
inexperienced mouth to open for me. He moaned softly and I tilted my
head, digging into the soft wet confines with my tongue, finding his
and teasing it to life.

Our bodies were moving, both of us turning on the hard metal of the
car, Gary unfolding his legs, putting his arm around me. He was
learning fast and our kisses became even better. I had my left arm
around him and I moved my right hand down, to his bare shoulder,
caressing him and feeling the surge of heat rising in my stomach. I
stroked his smooth skin, giving him little squeezes and it was only
when I brought my hand lower, tugging slowly and gently at his top,
wanting to feel the boy's hard nipple under my palm, that he broke our
kiss.

"No...don't...please..." We were both breathing hard, looking at each
other. I'd moved my hand back to his shoulder. "I've never done this
before."

"It's okay..." I whispered, my hand pressing gently against his
flushed body. "We'll go as slow as you want, okay?"

"Okay." He nodded, swallowing hard and then we kissed more and it was
better. Gary relaxed and I kept my hand moving across his shoulders,
resisting my desires to go lower.

After ten minutes though, feeling Gary's tongue now inside my mouth
the way I'd been in his, I forgot about resisting and I brought my hand
down slowly, pressing it to the top of his chest and then lower,
feeling the soft ribbed fabric of his top under my palm. I pushed
against him, massaging his chest and this time Gary didn't stop me at
all. He just groaned and seemed to yield all the more, his delicate
fingers digging into my back almost painfully.

I pushed my tongue back into his mouth, licking him all over while I
pulled his top down slowly, inch by inch until he shivered slightly
when my fingers brushed across his nipple. It was small and hard, like
a pebble under my palm and Gary arched his back, pressing his body
against me. He sucked my tongue as if it were a large wet clit,
flicking the tip of his own across it. I pinched his nipple, not hard,
but enough to bring a soft gasp of pleasure.

I tried to imagine his breast swelling with milk, that small nub of
flesh between my fingers growing thick and rubbery, leaking thin cream
for our child. I wanted him suddenly, the thoughts and images flooding
my mind. I wanted to have his baby and see Gary care for it. I'd watch
his breasts grow in league with my stomach. We'd make love and he'd
impregnate me and my body would send its own signals, the secret
chemical messages through his penis, telling his body what he'd done.
Everyone would know that my child was his, that we were pregnant.

Everyone would know we were in love.

I could barely contain that thought. Love. I'd never even imagined the
word. I had spent all my time being tough and serious about nothing. I
didn't love any boys; I just wanted to have sex with them, that was
all. I laughed with my friends about it, plotted and schemed and dreamt
of being the bad girl, love 'em and leave 'em, and all that stuff. But
now, with Gary in my arms, kissing him on that perfect night...I never
wanted to leave him. I was in love with him, my beautiful boy, and it
was foolish. I wasn't thinking straight. We were just in our fifties,
we couldn't have a baby. Gary would have to drop out of school to take
care of it. My mom would kill me, his mom would kill me. We had to
wait, but...

"I love you." I breathed, my lips just barely touching his. 

"I love you too." Gary nodded and he looked so small suddenly, so
vulnerable. I just wanted to hold him forever.

I bent my mouth, kissing his smooth shoulder and then his chest and
finally his left nipple. I kissed it and he cradled me to his breast,
sighing while I licked and sucked at the hard little point of flesh. I
was hugging him tightly, moving my hands up and down his back, while
Gary's fingers played in my short hair.

My hands went lower, down to the small of Gary's back, and then I
brought my right hand around his soft waist, to his tummy and down. I
could feel the heat rising between his thighs, his penis trapped inside
his shorts, hot and thick and virginal. I put my hand against it and he
stiffened in my arms, but didn't try and stop me. He was as hot as I
was, his mind doubtlessly filled with his own sensuous dreams and
desires. He wanted me, I could feel it, he wanted me as much as I
wanted him.

I rubbed his bulge slowly, squeezing the rough outline of his cock
through the soft worn denim of his shorts. Gary didn't stop me when I
moved my mouth slowly across his hot salty skin to find his other
nipple. He just moaned and panted in my ear, stroking the back of my
neck with his fingernails. I worked at the catch of his shorts with my
fingers, trying to free his cock and balls. It was awkward and I
fumbled with it, ever confused by the silly design of men's fashion.

"Here..." Gary murmured, surprising me as he reached down, slipping
the clasp free easily with his fingers.

I went back to kissing him, pushing my tongue once more into the
delicious moist warmth of his mouth. My fingers worked easily now,
slipping inside his loosened shorts, feelin the silky material of his
briefs and finally the semi-hardness of Gary's penis. He took a sharp
breath, almost wincing as I wrapped my fingers around the shaft,
pulling him free so that he was exposed to the warm evening air.

I could feel his cherry, the small knot of flesh roughly the shape of
a real cherry, but only a fraction as large, that blocked the route of
his sperm. It was always such a mystery, such a strange and sexy thing
for some reason. Just a bit of soft tissue, not even muscle, that was
just waiting for Gary's first orgasm to break it. He'd never cum in his
life, never even masturbated, at least not all the way. It felt around
it carefully, running my fingers over that little bump and wanted to
break it so badly.

There were a lot of ways a guy could lose his cherry besides sex with
a woman. Getting hit down there, like playing sports, or even riding a
horse, that could do it for some boys. Or having a wet dream, that
could do it too, except boys didn't really have those, just girls. But
it was possible. Masturbation could definitely do it, or I could do it
just sitting there, kissing him and squeezing his penis. If I made him
cum it would break his cherry, his sperm would shoot out, stained red
with traces of his virginal blood.

I'd broken the other boy's cherry, but he'd cum deep inside me and I
hadn't really seen the remains of his virginity until later, when I'd
taken a shower and his sperm had come out of my sex colored pink more
than white. That boy had cried and said it hurt a lot, but Robert had
told me it had hardly hurt at all his first time, and then the more he
did it the better it felt. I didn't want to hurt Gary; I didn't want to
see him cry in pain. Not ever.

Gary's cock was hard now, very hard, and the smooth round head was wet
with his excitement. I moved my hand slowly up and down while we kissed
and I felt my own sex throbbing. I had been excited for a long time and
squeezing my thighs together, feeling my pussy wet and eager, aching to
be filled. I wasn't going to be able to just sit there for much longer
and I broke our kiss slowly, my kips feeling bruised and swollen.

"Do you want to get in the car?" I asked and my heart was pounding in
my chest.

"I'm scared." Gary whispered.

"You don't have to be, we'll just kiss." I was lying, I knew, but so
did Gary. I was holding his cock in my hand, massaging it, coaxing him
to let me do more.

"I can't go all the way, Rachael." He said.

"I know." I nodded. "It's alright, I love you. We'll stop when you
want to, okay?"

"Do you promise?" Gary's eyes searched mine, seeking the truth and I
gave it to him.

"Yeah." I kissed him gently. "I promise, Gary." And I meant it too. If
he'd told me to stop right then I would have done it. I don't know how,
but I would have, he meant that much to me. He was more important than
anything else in the world and I told him so.

"Okay," he nodded, offering me a smile and then a hard kiss, almost
frantic it seemed, like he'd made up his mind and wanted to race ahead
before he could change it.

He was lying on the back seat, with his yellow top around his tummy,
and Gary just smiled up at me when I pulled his shorts off completely,
and then his little white briefs as well. He was naked for me and I
could barely breathe. The night sky gave him a pale glow so he was
radiantly beautiful, like the men in those old renaissance paintings.

I took off my own clothes, undressing quickly and throwing my clothes
in the front seat. My dark nipples were hard on my smallish breasts,
wanting to be pinched and kissed and suckled even though they'd never
grow any larger, never produce milk to feed a baby. It was one of God's
little mistakes, giving breasts and nipples to women, but maybe She
just liked the way they looked. I liked the way they felt, especially
when I covered Gary's body with mine.

His penis arched upward, all of seven inches long at least, seeming to
grow out of the silky soft sack holding his testicles. Gary was shaved
smooth except for a small strip of dark hair just above his cock, a
little runway that looked sweet and sexy. Some guys shaved themselves
smooth, looking for that little boy look, or maybe shaved their pubic
hair into hearts. I liked the neatness of Gary though and I spread my
legs, straddling him so the shaft of his cock pressed across the length
of my glistening slit.

My labia were swollen and thick and spread around the thickness like a
kiss. He wasn't inside me, Gary's penis just rubbed up and down,
teasing us as my mouth sought his. Our nipples found each other, and we
began moving together. His hands on my skin, on my back, feeling my
muscles as I propped myself up slightly, easing my weight a little.
Gary was so much smaller than me, but it was nice being on top of him
like that, being the woman and in control.

We kissed and hunched our hips together, just humping each other, like
a good hot dry fuck except it really wasn't so dry. His cock was
leaking precum like crazy and I could feel it running down the length
of him, against my ass and my sex, against my thighs. And I was wet as
well, my own juices spilling freely around him, dripping down our hot
flesh, warm rivulets of passion to bathe his balls with my lucid desire.

I was going to cum soon, the fire in my belly was building like a
storm. I was fucking myself against him hard, moving my ass around,
trying to catch Gary's cock at the right angle, knowing if I did I
could get him inside me by intentional accident. I wanted it, I needed
it. I had to have his cock and I was doing everything but reaching back
to guide him in. I wouldn't do that, I told myself, not unless he
wanted me to. I was kissing him hard, drinking his moans and sighs,
begging him silently in the depths of my heart to tell me it was okay.

"I...I'm gonna cum..." I groaned, trying to hold off. My whole body
was tight, from my toes to my nose, stiff with the effort of not
cumming. "Are...are you going to cum...?" I asked, barely able to get
the words out.

"I don't know." Gary was writhing beneath me, his body moving almost
uncontrollably, and that was just making it harder for me. "I feel...I
feel strange...it hurts...a little..."

His eyes were closed, shut tightly and I knew he had to be close. He'd
just never had an orgasm in his life; he didn't know what it felt like.
He was going to cum, the way he was moving and breathing, he was close
I was sure.

"Put it in me..." I told him, practically begging. "I want to feel it,
just that first one, okay?" I felt the little spasms inside my pussy,
way down deep. "You can pull out, we won't get pregnant, I promise."

But nobody could promise that and we both knew it, even through the
burning haze of ecstasy. Our senses were being stolen, our good
judgement with them, but we knew we were playing with fire too. I was
kissing him, feeling my cum just seconds away. Gary could cum once and
then again and again, having those multiple orgasms or whatever, even
after all his sperm was gone. Guys could have all the sex they wanted.

I was a woman and built different though, I'd cum and it would be
good, but then it would be some time before I could cum again. Maybe
half an hour, maybe more, and that wasn't all that bad, because I'd
still feel good, but it wasn't the same. Gary wouldn't be able to put
his penis inside me at all then. My body wouldn't let him, it wouldn't
even realize it was all just a false alarm. Cumming alone wasn't
anything like cumming with someone else. Cumming with a big hard cock
inside me...That's what I wanted, because that would make us pregnant.
Probably.

My hymen would close, shutting tightly around Gary's cock, trapping
the head of his penis inside me. He could pull back, and go deep, the
shaft sliding back and forth, but the crown of his penis, the bulbous
head wouldn't be able to pass without hurting me, probably both of us.
And Gary would stay inside me, probably cumming again and again while
we made love, until my body decided my eggs had bathed long enough in
the fertile mix of our orgasmic seed. But it wasn't always fertile and
that was why most people only had one or two kids at the most. All
three things had to come together at the right instant. The neutral
egg, the male sperm, and the female pistilae...if it didn't happen just
right, it was all for nothing but fun.

But if it worked...when it worked...and the egg suddenly released it's
little signal that it was fertilized, my vagina would flood with
hormones, another, different sort of orgasm, that would soak into
Gary's skin, penetrate his cells, join with his blood and tell him what
my body already knew: we were going to have a baby.

But I needed him inside me....I was desperate for it. I didn't care
about the future or what our parents would say. I was in love and it
wasn't just a physical thing. It couldn't be, not the way my heart was
aching to be joined with his. I wanted to be part of him, to create
something with him, to receive and give a part of ourselves that would
last beyond this moment, beyond our very lives.

Gary must have felt the same, I prayed he did. I was shaking,
trembling like a leaf and kissing his eyes and cheeks and lips.
"Please..." I was whispering, "...let me do it, I'm going to cum...put
it in me..."

"Do you love me?" He opened his eyes and I could see they were wet, he
started crying, just a little.

"Yes...I love you..." I answered, kissing his tears, tasting the faint
salt in them.

"Okay..." He swallowed and gave his head a bare nod. "...just...be
slow...okay?"

His cock was tender, I knew, the pressure building inside, pressing
against the bit of tissue blocking its relief. He was close too and it
was painful for him, frightening as well. He was a boy, barely a young
man, losing his virginity and as I reached down, guiding his cockhead
to enter my womb, I was about to make him a real man.

"Ohhhh..." I sighed loudly, pressing my tight hot flesh down, feeling
Gary's thickness stretching the walls of sex easily. I went down as
slow as I could while Gary winced with a momentary flash of pain. I
watched his face carefully, my heart pounding in my head. The soft
muscles in my cunt were squeezing him like a fist, doing what they were
meant to do, stroking his penis with spasms of intense pressure.

It felt wonderful to me, the sensations of my vagina clasping him,
drawing Gary's cock deep and holding him, rippling against  and around
his flesh and urging both of us to cum. But I needed no prompting at
all, I was cumming within a few seconds of his entry and I just jammed
myself down hard the last few inches, bringing his cockhead up to find
my cervix, triggering the real climax that had been lying in wait.

I shuddered, collapsing against the boy, my mouth seeking his
instinctively as he gasped in pain and I groaned with pleasure. He was
cumming too, his sperm erupting along the length of his cock, tearing a
tiny hole in the weakened barrier and then widening it, rushing through
the suddenly open passage with a blinding mixture of pleasure and pain.
He held me tight, pulling me down to feel my full weight over him like
a blanket.

Our bodies were joined in that moment, my hymen sealing itself around
his cock, locking us together. I was flooded with orgasmic juices, my
own filled with female sex cells waiting to be picked up and carried
along by Gary's sperm cells. The pistilae had no motility of their own,
dependent on the sperm's flagellum to ensure a male and female found
the egg together.

We were cumming together, Gary and I, joined and complete and trying
to complete our instinctive desire. I held him, moving my hips, riding
his penis slowly as I came, milking his swollen balls for every drop of
his cum. I could feel it inside me, the hot flood spreading through my
womb. Gary had been in pain, but it had passed, from something sharp to
something dull and buried beneath an avalanche of pleasure, or so I
hoped.

I was kissing him still and he responded weakly, still dazed and lost
to the experience. He would cum for several minutes and my sex would
keep him hard inside me, doing whatever it could to keep his cock
attentive and full of lust. We'd fuck again, several times, because sex
was like that, a long slow and pleasurable process that could last for
hours. I'd try and cum again quickly, as soon as I was able, keeping
Gary's cock inside me until we were both spent. My body would keep his
sperm alive and we'd make love even after he was empty of sperm, until
my vagina was exhausted and weak and Gary's cock finally tired and went
to sleep.

Then we would sleep as well, under that milky sky, wrapped in each
other's arms and dreaming of things unknown

End of Chapter 1 : Part 4

End of Chapter 1

rache696@yahoo.com

Note: Submitted separately is the "Dabara Fact Sheet" which is
basically my class notes for Sex Ed in which the whole human
reproduction system is explained more thoroughly. I wrote that after I
wrote the last part of this story and mostly because I didn't like all
the exposition I had to include with the sex. It's distracting and
should always be avoided, but I'm not doing a rewrite because at least
this way I'll have two resources available to explain the how and why;
this story and the fact sheet. Because quite frankly this story was so
much fun to write, I want to do more of it. So I probably will.

This story, along with my notes and the fact sheet and a whole bunch
of other stories can be found at:

http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm

Thanks for reading  :)  - rache



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