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Sis
by Old Bill (address withheld)

***

A young girl gets what she wants. (mf-teens, youths, 
1st)

***

I was changing my clothes when the doorbell rang, and I 
ran down wearing just an old Grateful Dead t-shirt, 
decent enough if I didn't bend over. It was my sister's 
hunky boyfriend so I invited him in to get out of the 
rain. I pulled the hem of my shirt down and smiled up 
at him, a plan forming in my evil brain. I was going to 
get laid.

"She here?" he asked smiling at me.

"Nope," I told him. "Went to get her braces tightened. 
She won't be fit to be around for a week or so."

He looked really pained and said, "Damn."

"Anything I can do?" I asked sweetly, putting my hands 
behind me and rotating my hips from side to side, 
pushing my belly and little boobs hard against my 
shirt. I was well aware of how cute and sexy I was, and 
I had practiced that move in front of my mirror many 
times.

He licked his lips. "Naw, you're too young."

"Try me," I said, feeling my little clit get suddenly 
stiff.

"You do blowjobs, do you?" He licked his lips, and I 
knew I had him. I was into my last hour as a virgin.

I smiled and nodded. "Sometimes." I wasn't going to 
tell him that I'd never done one and had only touched 
two pricks in my whole, entire life, one of them by 
accident in a backyard swimming pool and the other one 
in a dark closet for about two seconds.

"I'm really aching," he said, raking back my hair and 
tucking it behind my ear. "How old are you anyway?"

I stepped a bit closer and turned my face up, lips 
parted. "Old enough." I put my hand on his bulging 
groin and felt the heat and hardness of his swollen 
cock. Samantha had told me about his prick, praised it 
as the biggest and best she had ever seen, a real 
monster that never seemed to soften no matter how many 
times he came. 

My sixteen-year-old sister was a slut as well as a fox. 
She had been sucking cocks since she was twelve and got 
her cherry popped when she was my age, fourteen; well, 
I'm almost fourteen, in a couple of months. I was still 
a virgin in every hole, and like I said, never had a 
penis in my mouth, but I was eager to learn, and Billy 
was cute and nice as well as really well hung. This was 
the day.

He put his hand behind my head and kissed me good and 
hard, putting his tongue tip in my mouth and grabbing 
my bare butt with his other hand and grinding his fat 
root into my soft belly. He kneaded my buttocks and 
gnawed my lower lip, and I felt his big cock jump. It 
scared me I must admit. I began getting wet, getting 
ready.

"Let's go downstairs," I said when I got my mouth free. 
"Isn't that where Samantha usually takes you?"

"Uh huh. You been spying on us?"

"Once or twice. I saw you ram into her butt once. She 
really squealed so I came down and watched you hump 
her. Boy, you really gave it to her, like a jack-
hammer."

"Yeah," he said as we went down the basement steps, "I 
remember doing that. We only did it once. She was 
really mad at me. But she loves to get it usually, 
doggy I mean, from the back." He patted my ass. "So do 
I."

It was kind of gloomy in the cellar, but I didn't turn 
on the lights over the ping-pong table. I just kissed 
him and pulled his shirt out of his pants. I didn't 
want him looking at me too closely since I still had 
some baby fat here and there and my boobs weren't much 
although they were a lot better this month, nice 
handfuls, and I was basically hairless down there. What 
I was was eager, hot to trot. I pulled his shirt over 
his head and tossed it somewhere.

"You in a hurry?" he asked as we got to the old sofa 
and sat.

"Yeah," I said nuzzling his bare chest and working on 
his belt buckle. "I'm hot."

He slipped his hand under my shirt and said, "You 
didn't tell me how old you are. Sam's sixteen and 
you're younger aren't you?"

"You talk too much," I said, clamping my mouth to his 
and sticking my tongue as far in as I could. His hand 
came up to my breast and he squeezed. "That feels 
good," I told him as I backed my face away before 
kissing him again, open mouthed. And it did. I had 
dreamed of boys pawing me and sucking my tits. I felt 
my nipples getting hard.

"I'm pretty big you know."

"She told me. I'm ready and willing, David. I can take 
it, honest." I worked to keep my breathing normal, but 
I must admit I was frightened, maybe apprehensive is a 
better word. That's a good one isn't it? It was on last 
week's 8th grade spelling test.

He pulled my t-shirt over my head and clamped his mouth 
to my left tit as I pulled down his zipper and fumbled 
in his underwear. I found his balls, his swollen, hot 
scrotum. It was like he only had one testicle, and it 
was as big and hard as a baseball. I squeezed gently 
and he moaned and switched to the other breast where he 
nibbled as well as sucked. I knew the best was yet to 
come, but that was awfully good and my nipples hardened 
and poked out some.

"OK, let's do it," he said, standing and getting off 
his pants and shoes and then his underpants. His big 
cock jumped up and smacked him on the belly, and I 
guess I squealed. He smiled down at me and stroked the 
enormous thing. It was ugly and beautiful at the same 
time, like a Hummer. And it was not just long and hard 
and big around, it was curved upward, banana like, 
aimed right at me.

"You still willing?" he asked, holding his huge cock in 
one hand and pushing me down on the sofa.

I spread my legs and gritted my teeth. I was really 
scared. His thing looked like one of those Little 
League aluminum bats. I knew how big my hole was from 
some finger-poking, and I was absolutely sure he was 
never going to be able to get that thing in me. No way!

Billy knelt between my legs, put his hands on my lean 
hips and ducked his head down to my hairless little 
pussy. "It sure is small and pretty," he said, 
spreading my lips with his fingers and slipping his 
tongue inside.

I whinnied. I can't think of another word for the sound 
I made.

"You taste good," he said as he licked upward and 
flicked his tongue across my erect clit. I have no idea 
how big most girl's love buttons are, but mine is like 
a miniature penis and when it was erect, which it was 
then, it might have been all of a half-inch tall. But 
sensitive, wow, it was really tender and just touching 
set my blood boiling. He sucked it between his lips, 
stroked it with his tongue, and I arched up and 
climaxed, gasping and mewling, jumping around, digging 
my fingers into his shoulders. It was a lot better than 
any I had generated on my own.

"Wow," he said, as he set the mushroom head of his 
blood-hard horn at the wet entrance of my untried sex, 
"I guess you were hot." He pushed. Nothing. I was 
closed up tight. He grunted and pushed some more. He 
grabbed his prick and tried to push it into me. No 
luck. He rubbed it up and down my slot, nudging my clit 
and then tried. Still nothing, locked up tight.

"Let me get it wet," I suggested, lying there and 
trying not to think about how that gigantic rod was 
going to feel in my little pussy. He was trying to put 
a Great Dane through a kitty door, a sausage in a 
keyhole.

"It's wet, slick and hot and hard. Can't you feel it?" 
he rubbed it up and down my tight-lipped slit again, 
changed the angle slightly, pushed again and the domed 
glans spread my outer labia and stretched me open. 
"Here we go." He grinned as he looked down at me. "Hope 
you're ready."

I spread my legs even wider, grabbing my thighs and 
pulling them apart. It slipped out, rubbing right 
across my clit as it did, and I gasped. He cussed.

Billy snorted, grabbed it with his right hand and 
shoved it in, backed up and pushed some more, moved all 
the way out and rammed it at me with a grunt of effort. 
"Damn," he said again and flopped down beside me, his 
cock arched over his belly, red and throbbing.

I cuddled in his arms and stroked his thick horn, 
feeling the slick pre-cum coating its helmeted head. 
"Hold it up," I suggested as I rose, swung a long leg 
over his waist and got up on my knees. Billy grabbed 
the base of his massive member and held it upright, its 
eager head almost touching my puffy lips. He was oozing 
out some kind of goo. 

I eased myself down, closed my eyes, concentrated and 
screwed his cock into me, rotating right and left. It 
hurt and I shuddered, but I didn't cry out as I felt my 
flesh parting. It was in and my pussy lips closed 
behind its head ridge. I had him. I laughed nervously 
and gritted my teeth. It really hurt, worse than doing 
the splits. He was tearing me open.

"Shit," he said, smacking my ass, "you're a fucking 
virgin. I can feel it."

"Not my fault," I said illogically, and I tried to push 
myself down on his spear and deflower myself. It didn't 
work. "Pull me down, Billy, Please, do it; do it; do 
it."

He grabbed me at the waist, and I braced myself for 
pain, but instead of yanking me down on his huge 
manhood, he lifted me off and deposited me down beside 
him. "I'm not going you do it. Sam would kill me."

I wiggled down his muscular body, sniffing away my 
tears of disappointment and licked the head of his big 
cock and then managed to get it into my mouth and 
circle it with my tongue despite the fact that I 
couldn't get my fingers all the way around the 
throbbing shaft. He put both hands on my head and 
moaned. "Oh damn, kid," he sobbed, and I wondered if he 
had forgotten my name, "that's wonderful, real good." I 
took him a bit deeper and gagged.

He pulled it out and I licked his immense ballsack and 
then stroked the length of his massive manhood with my 
tongue, all the way to the jerking head. "Let me try 
again," I begged.

"Get on your hands and knees," he said with a sigh, 
sounding impatient.

He got up behind me on the old sofa, held my hips and 
got his ram up into me again. "This might hurt," he 
said, sliding it in and out a couple of times. He 
thrust hard, moving me forward a foot or so, and then 
he rammed again and again and again as I ducked my head 
down and shuddered.

"Don't quit," I begged. "You're getting there. I can 
feel things pulling apart. It hurts, but I don't care." 
And I squealed and collapsed, forcing his rigid plunger 
to pop free, still unbloodied, slipping right up my ass 
crack, feeling at least a foot long. I reached down and 
stroked my poor little clit.

He flopped on his back and I climbed up on him, 
wriggled down and somehow got the rounded head of his 
thick meat back into my fat-lipped slit, my knees by 
his hips. It felt good and I squeezed it and pushed on 
the sofa arm with both hands. My vagina, tired I 
suppose, yielded and in he went with a cry of success, 
about six inches or so, right though my hymen and all 
the way up my young, eager body, right to the balls, in 
to the hilt, ending my virginity with a flourish. 

I can't tell you what it felt like. Maybe like getting 
struck by lightning. It was frightening and exciting, 
wonderful and awful, pain and pleasure combined. I 
whimpered and sobbed. I couldn't help it and tears ran 
down my cheeks. I felt sundered, torn in half. He went 
deeper, and could feel his shaft pulsing in me, its 
head flexing, his scotum pressed to my flesh. I was 
truly fucked, and he seemed to be trying to shove his 
balls into me. It was wonderful, much better and worse 
than I had ever imagined.

"Yahoo," Billy cried and rolled us over so I was on my 
back. I wrapped my legs around him and he arched up on 
his elbows and started giving it to me, smack, smack, 
smack. I wish now that I had looked at a clock because 
I have no idea whether it was an hour or a minute 
before he gasped, "You're so tight, so tight. Here it 
comes," and he ejaculated in me, a warm and growing 
pressure. It felt like something expanding in my belly.

Now that was something I had not considered, he pushed 
deeper and spurted again and then he rammed really hard 
and came for a third time, sighing with pleasure. He 
rolled halfway off me and we lay, nose to nose, with a 
few inches of his fat, satisfied ram still in my 
battered vagina, our bodies still in motion, both of us 
gasping for breath. It felt really great, jumping 
around right in the entrance. I never wanted him to 
stop. Stuff oozed out of me.

"Not bad," I said with a smile. He smacked my butt, 
sharply and laughed. "You ready for another go?" I 
asked as gaily as I could. I guess Billy out-weighed me 
by fifty or sixty pounds, and he was four years older 
and a lot more experienced, but for that moment, I felt 
in control.

"You kidding?" he asked, kissing my nose.

I looked down between us and could see his massive rod 
protruding from my young body, the veins obvious, his 
wet and glistening flesh streaked with blood, my blood. 
I wriggled forward with one leg hooked behind his butt 
and pulled him back into me, all the way in, right to 
my immature uterus. I could feel his brutal glans at my 
entrance, knocking on the door, eager to try to get 
even deeper, but my cervix was not yielding. 

He rolled me onto my back and lifted my legs on his 
forearms, spreading me open and raising my butt as he 
penetrated and rubbed our bones together. I got my 
right foot all the way up on his shoulder, and he moved 
slightly to the side, thrusting and thrusting, grunting 
with effort, putting one foot on the floor, hitting new 
raw places with every ram. It was almost mechanical, 
what he was doing to me. His look was really wild, 
scary, and we both were sweating.

"Oh Billy," I cried as he rose even higher on my body 
and crushed my tiny clit. His eyes were closed and his 
back bent. That was when my orgasm hit. It rolled 
through me like a big wave and my pussy clamped down on 
his thrusting shaft and held him motionless. After that 
my slot was very well lubricated and fucking got a lot 
easier, even more fun.

He looked down at me and said, "What are you doing?"

"I can't help it," I moaned. "I'm coming!"

He lifted my other leg up on his chest and went right 
back to ramming his plunger into me, on yet another 
angle, grunting with effort, a tireless piston. On and 
on he went, pumping like mad, and I started to wonder 
if he was ever going to quit. I was sore, sore and 
hurt.

"Slow down, slow down!" I begged. "What's your hurry?"

"Ugh, ugh, ugh!" was all he said and then he cried out 
like an animal of some kind and came in me again, 
pulling free and spurting on my belly before he rolled 
right off the sofa and fell on the floor and spurted 
again.

I pushed myself upright and swung around so I was 
sitting on the edge of the sofa and he was at my feet. 
I reached out with my right foot and poked at his prick 
and balls. He groaned and raised an arm. "Give me a 
hand," he gasped. I helped him get up on his knees, and 
he came right between my legs, put his arms around me 
and buried his face between my breasts. I rocked a bit 
from side to side, and he looked up at me. "Had 
enough?" he asked, sounding hopeful.

"Of course not," I said, pulling his closer. I felt his 
cock sliding along my thigh, and it seemed to have 
recovered and was ready for action, so I spread my 
knees wider, pulled his face up to mine, kissed him 
hard and said, "Fuck me, Billy, fuck her little sister. 
Ram it in me."

In it went, every thick inch of it, and I made a mental 
note to measure the thing some day. I gasped. He 
groaned and we copulated with my ankles hooked in the 
small of his back. He humped hard, and deep and I 
grabbed his hair and pulled his head away from the tit 
he was sucking. "Can you stand up?" I asked with a 
grin.

"Dunno," he gasped, "maybe." I helped him get to his 
feet by wrapping my arms around his neck and lifting 
myself from the couch. He stood, a bit unsteadily, 
buried in my pussy with my legs wrapped about him, and 
I began bouncing on his belly while her grasped my 
buttocks with both hands and stumbled back to the edge 
of the ping-pong table. He rested against it, and we 
fucked furiously until he begged for mercy, sank to his 
knees and eased me down on my back on the cold tiles. 

"More, more!" I begged, squeezing hard on his poor, 
tired prick. "More, more, deeper, harder!" He sank down 
atop me, spent, gasping for breath, and I felt his huge 
manhood soften and shrink. My body expelled it and I 
squirmed out from under him and stumbled to the 
bathroom.

When I came back after wiping the blood off my groin 
and pressed a cool cloth to my vulva, he was still 
lying there. I thought he was asleep, and I poked him 
with my foot. He moaned.

"Come on, Billy," I said as I found my t-shirt. 
"They'll be home from the dentist pretty soon."

He moaned and got up on all fours and then got to his 
feet. I pointed to the little washroom, and he stumbled 
away. When he emerged, his proud manhood now nearly 
invisible in his curls, I handed him his clothes. He 
dressed and we went up to the kitchen and were sitting 
at the table having Cokes when my sister and mother 
came home.

Samantha glanced at me and said, "Hi," to her boyfriend 
and then went up to her room.

"Her mouth really hurts," mother said.

It had stopped raining and I walked Billy to the front 
door and shook his hand. "Thanks," I said.

He just shook his head.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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