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By Henrick Milling
The truth as I discovered it.
By the time I was 15 I had figured out a few things: I liked kink; I wanted control; and I didn’t want to get into any trouble for directly forcing anything. So I had become good at coercing, gaslighting, and making girls feel guilty for wanting what I was doing to them in order to do it more. If a girl’s pussy was wet, I took that as permission, however I achieved it. That was my only real guideline.
My little sister’s friends were always around, especially in the summer to swim in our pool. Almost no one else around us had one, even an above ground like ours, and that brought opportunities literally to my door. I started out that summer thinking her friends (most in the 11 to 12 range) were too young to be useful in the ways my girlfriend was, 20 miles away; Amy convinced me otherwise.
I had a habit of staying up late like any teenage boy. One night my sister’s best friend, Amy, was staying over, so I had remained downstairs watching tv extra late. I could hear their chittering, and with our rooms the only ones upstairs, I didn’t want to be subjected to their noise. Our old house was a weird upper level with thin walls added much later to make bedrooms, and even the back of my closet had a small door that opened to her room to let heat flow through in the winter. It made for very little privacy of sound between rooms.
They had finally quieted down and I made my way up to my room, closing the thin panel door behind me. I turned on the one dresser light before pulling a drawer open to retrieve the loose shorts I slept in. Pulling off my t shirt and shorts first, I casually slid open my closet door, intending to throw them on my pile of laundry.
There, situated unknowingly atop my heap of dirty clothes, was Amy. Her head had been leaned to one side, face pressed to the small gap she had created by pushing the door aside a bit. What I’m sure had been butterfly-inducing curiosity while peeking at me seconds before had been replaced with shock, and the realization that she had been caught doing the unthinkable spread across her face.
I looked down at her, dirty clothes in one hand, shorts in the other, and was pretty slack jawed myself. Amy was the quietest of my sister’s friends. The most goodest. Little Miss “You Shouldn’t Do That” of her group of friends. Yet here she was, head level with my bare cock, trying not to look at it as she looked from it up at me with terror in her eyes… and began to cry.
“What are you doing?” I asked firmly but quietly, knowing my sister was in the next room.
“I…I… crawled through the little closet door,” she stammered out. “I heard you coming up. I just…” and started to cry more, big silent tears. “I knew she was asleep. And I just thought…”
There was a small twitch in my naked cock. I knew what she wanted. No brothers. She wanted a peek for real. I had never touched a girl her age, but I realized in that moment that I wasn’t above it if she was eager. Or over a proverbial barrel. And Amy was at least one of those.
She was still talking. “Please don’t tell her. Or your mom and dad. I’m sorry, I was just…”
“You wanted to see a boy naked,” I interrupted. “You wanted to see ME naked. An older boy.”
She shook her head no. “I was…”
I held up my hand. “Amy, if you don’t tell me the truth, you WILL get in trouble. So just be honest.” She bit her lip, and I saw her glance down at my cock again. She nodded finally and said “Yeah… I was curious. I never saw a man’s… thing. I just wanted to peek. I’m sorry. Please…”
I nodded, tossing my dirty clothes down beside her, and set my shorts back on the dresser. Standing there in my teen bravado and nothing else, I reached down a hand to her, which she stared at in confusion. “Come here, out of the closet,” I said. She shook her head and repeated her apologies. I reached further toward her and firmly said “Come here. Now.”
She shamefully took my hand and let me pull her up off the floor, again pleading with me not to tell anyone. I led her a few feet onto my bed and sat her down, noticing her flimsy summer pj top and bottoms, cute little pale pink cotton that revealed nothing of her shape. The tears stopped, replaced with uncertainty and confusion as I stood in front of her casually, my cock slowly getting hard as I laid out my next steps in my head.
“You’ve had your peek now, haven’t you?” She glanced down at my cock again, shamefully, and I could tell how embarrassed she was for being a curious little girl. I stood there quietly for a few seconds, letting her squirm and try to avoid another look.
“Now… I want a peek at you,” I said firmly. She paled and shook her head. “I can’t,” she whispered. I nodded in response. “You can. And you will.” She didn’t move other than to sneak yet another glance at my cock. I waited, sorting ideas in my head and hit upon another tactic, not wanting to actually have to force her.
I softened my voice. “You know… You’re my little sister’s prettiest friend.” Her head came up quickly. It had the fortune of being true. She had a lovely long mop of curly blonde hair she never did anything with, but she was still adorable. No sexual thoughts about her had crossed my mind before, but I had seen her in her modest one-piece and thought she had a cute shape, would be a pretty girl when she got older and filled out. Now I was thinking maybe there wasn’t a reason to wait.
“Really?” she asked quietly.
“Yeah, for sure.”
She brushed her hair back off her face, a cute imitation of what older girls did. “Thanks” she whispered. “I thought you probably thought I was just a dumb little girl.”
I shook my head. “Well, I didn’t think you were the kind of girl who would hide I my closet to peek…” She started to whimper a protest but I held my hand up. “But I’m not mad.” I took a small step toward her, smiling down. “I mean… you may not have seen a boy before, but you know what it means when a guy gets hard, right?” She looked down at my cock, which was almost full hard then. Her eyes opened a bit wider and she shook her head, fixated then and not even bothering to look away.
“Oh,” I said casually. “It means a guy finds you pretty…” I let that sit there a moment then added, “When a guy finds you… sexy.” I reached down and lifted her chin from her staring. I leaned down to where I held her face up to me and slowly put my lips to hers. She let out a little gasp and I knew she was my plaything. She did her best to kiss me back, obviously unsure what to do beyond emulate the movies she had seen. As she did, I reached down and started to unbutton her pajama shirt, which she did nothing to stop. I kept kissing her, my own lust genuine by then. I used my tongue to part her lips and she opened her mouth naturally for me, eagerly kissing me back as I laid her back onto the bed, opening her shirt to reveal the slightest hint of budding breasts and perfect, tight nipples.
Taking my lips from hers, I moved to her chest and began to suck and lick at her hard little nipples, skin drawn tight and pert and inviting. She moaned quietly and even instinctively put her hands on the back of my head like my girlfriend did. Little Amy was very eager, indeed.
While kissing and sucking, I slipped my hands down to the elastic at her girlish hips. She grabbed my hands and tried to say no, but it was an insincere effort. All I had to do was quietly say “I want to see you, too.” Her hands stayed on mine in denial, but she did nothing to back it up. I slid the weightless shorts off her hips as she gave herself away, bending her knees to give me ease of removing them.
I moved back up and put my mouth to hers again, and she kissed at me ferociously. Uncertain technique but certain hunger, she couldn’t decide were to put her hands, if she should pucker or part, or anything else. The rawness of it excited me, especially from a girl so young. I reached between her legs and gently ran my fingers over her pussy. She jumped at the touch. She was soaked.
“You’re very wet,” I said. She drew back, a look of horror. “Did I pee?” I smiled and repressed a laugh. “No, no, that’s what happens when a girl is excited. Did you ever notice?” She shook her head.
“No… I don’t touch” she said shyly. I kissed her lightly. “Well, it’s how a girl’s body gets ready.” She looked at me confused. “Ready for what?”
I softly slid a finger into her tight little pussy, just a little way. She gasped but didn’t flinch or move away. “For this… or to have sex.” Her face became a mask of panic, and she started to wiggle away. “Shhh…,” I said, kissing her softly. “I’m not going to have sex with you. You’re too small. I’m just telling you.” She relaxed then and sighed her understanding.
I kissed her for several more minutes, playfully and passionately and letting her find herself in the engagement. She was dripping and even shifted her hips toward my finger a few times. She was getting so worked up, I decided to see if I couldn’t cement a future of enjoying this girl.
“Amy,” I whispered at one point. I turned her face to me. “I want to show you the best feeling you can have.” She looked confused, as I expected. “Lay down, and grab the bars of the headboard,” I said, motioning to the spindles of my old half bunk bed. “And keep hold. Don’t let go. And try to be quiet.” She nodded, very uncertainly, moving to do as I had instructed.
Instead of following, I slid down, kissing her little tits, down her belly, as I took one leg in each hand and gently parted them. As I pushed her ankles up to bend her knees, I laid them open, moving between her small legs to put my face near her pussy. Her thin patch of blonde hair did nothing to conceal her pretty pink pussy. I had still only seen a few girls’ pussies in person, but I had had enough experience with those to be confident with what I planned.
I leaned down, breathing softly on her pussy to make my intent clear. Then I softly ran my tongue up the wet little slit, and Amy let out a soft, eager whine. I shushed her, then did it again and she quietly repeated the noise. After several more firm laps of my tongue, I finally moved up and pressed my tongue against her clit. Her whole body convulsed in pleasure, her tiny legs going from bent to straight to writhing. She put her hands to my head, meagerly trying to push the intense sensations away. “Grab the bars, Amy,” I said firmly, and her thoughts of fighting dissolved.
Her body shook, clenched, squirmed. Over and over as I ran my tongue up and down her softly swollen lips, flicking her clit from time to time, tasting her wetness and indulging in her musky little girl scent. Finally I settled on her clit, wondering if I could make a girl that young cum for me.
A few minutes later, she started to objected. “No… No…” she pleaded. “I’m going to pee.” I shushed her again.
“You won’t. Trust me. What happens will feel very good…” I stopped completely and said her name, making her look down at me. “When you feel what happens… you will ask me to do it every time you come over. I promise.” And smiled my best innocent, helpful smile. Then I returned my attention between her legs, her head softly thumping down onto the pillow.
I licked and kissed and sucked and flicked her small clit until her hips shook, which I took in my hands and held firm. She abandoned any grip on the bars, putting her hands on my head and holding it against her, something my older girlfriend had done, something I knew meant she was close.
Finally, her legs went back, my grip on her became tight, and my pressure against her clit with my tongue became rhythmic and firm. Her small body came in my hands, her hips bucking against my mouth as I struggled to keep good contact. She suddenly took her hands to cover her face with my pillow, small whines floating down as her body let go her inhibitions and the last of her clenches faded. I leaned back, knowing she wasn’t looking yet, and treated myself to a beautiful, long look at her tiny pussy, and with her legs up, even a sweet sighting of her little asshole.
Yes, I intended to absolutely make this girl my toy… my little addict. I moved up next to her and hugged her close, listening to her whisper her shock and happiness and questions. I answered all of them as I laid out for her the path I intended for her… or at least, part of it…
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By Henrick Milling
#Teen #Tween #Virgin
