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Little Brother at the University
by Jabber (taboop@centurytel.net)

***

While visiting his sister away at college for the 
annual "Little Brother & Sister Weekend", this eleven-
year-old boy learns more than what they teach in the 
text books. (F/b, ped, drugs, alcohol, orgy)

***

A prelude to "Band Camp 1984"


My oldest sister graduated from our small home town 
high -school, "Wastings" High in West Michigan, the 
spring of 1980. Rene’ was so proud of herself for 
first-- Finally having completed public school and 
next-- To be taking that next step along her path 
toward personal independence, happiness and success. 
(Further education.) It was only after a brief 
investigation that summer in which she and my parents 
chose the proper college for her to attend the coming 
fall. 

She and my parents located a wonderful mid -Michigan 
university in a small town, fondly known as "Mt. 
Happy". The whole family was very happy for her as she 
took those first steps into the new world of 
"adulthood". Even myself, I was rather proud of her 
too.

Soon, not all that far into her first semester, my sis’ 
even invited me up to school to spend a few days for 
the traditional "Little Brother & Sister Weekend". It 
wasn't easy but it also wasn’t too long (after some 
brief coaxing) that mom and dad finally gave in and 
allowed me to go. Not to mention the fact that one of 
my sister’s roommates just happened to be a friend from 
high school and her little sister was also invited to 
spend the weekend... Thus the driving task was made 
that much simpler for each family. 

I think both her parents and mine were also eager to 
check in on their "little girls" though. As well as to 
bring various articles discovered missing, or in need 
of, by each young lady. I was so happy to go see my big 
sister, the school and to learn all about "university 
life", etc... Fortunate for me, the dull trip there was 
made so much easier because of that little sidekick of 
mine.
 
This roommate of my sister’s just happens to be the 
niece of a professional sports car driver. Formula One, 
I believe it is. He races, or used to race, the 
Indianapolis 500 year after year and was a rather 
popular driver with a big name in the sport. Anyway, I 
rode up with their family on Friday afternoon and it 
was planned that my parents would be there to retrieve 
us come Sunday. 

The drive up was sort of long but I was eleven and 
nicely preoccupied, as previously stated, by the 
company of the other young one alongside me in that 
small station wagon. Rachel (the pretty girl of 10 
years, or so) and I (only 11 years old) played a bit of 
kissy-face and talked the whole way there. Not to 
mention-- I was both very pleased and rather stimulated 
to have my hand tucked down that cute, little girl’s 
pants much of the drive. With my finger nicely pressed 
deep into and softly stroking her both hot and tight, 
smooth and wet pussy much of that trip the time just 
seemed to fly by. Things were turning out to be very 
exciting that weekend... before even reaching the 
school!

Having finally arrived at the university, things there 
were already in a shambles. There were car loads of 
parents with their youngsters running all over the 
place. Myself and those others were so happy and 
excited to see our brothers or sisters, as well as all 
the adventure we suspected of our weekend of fun. 

I watched as each family carried so many crates both in 
and out of the large dormitory. It seemed that the 
"exchange" wasn’t an oddity for many students. Box 
after box went in and out all afternoon. Items on the 
way in (I assumed); either lost or forgotten. Those on 
the way out; merely deemed unwanted or unnecessary by 
their students /children. 

My young friend and I helped her family carry in 
various articles for our sisters as well. Next, we 
watched as her mother inspected their dorm room. I 
guess she was just making sure that every thing else 
there was in ship shape condition, etc. However, I also 
think that she and many of those other parents were 
just in need of seeing and expressing "Good -bye!" to 
their youngsters once more. After those tasks were 
completed though, we finalized our trip. The plans for 
our ride home and the proper pick up time was discussed 
before they finally left little Rachel and I in the 
care of our big sisters.

It was so neat! My sister and her friends showed my 
little friend and I a bit around the school and then 
took us out for pizza, or had it delivered for supper, 
just as many others were doing... I can’t recall which 
any longer. My sister’s roommates were pretty cool. All 
of them were very friendly, so pretty and quite 
hospitable. They made little Rachel and I feel entirely 
welcome. 

Well, Friday was just the beginning of the whole "party 
scene" of that special weekend. I kept my eyes and ears 
open and learned as much as I possibly could that first 
afternoon, evening and into the night. Especially 
keeping my eyes open... There were, after all, so many 
pretty girls all about us. I simply couldn’t shut ‘em! 
(My eyes.) The lovely college freshmen strolled 
casually about the dorm. Each was so pretty, very cool 
and seemed quite collected.

As I said: I overheard all the tricks and learned 
various other things of the "special" needs of college 
students. Although, I don’t suspect that my sister and 
her room mates realized that I was watching and 
listening quite as closely as I was. Well, all of 
Friday was a "shambles" and both my little friend and I 
were very tired come night so we ended up in bed fairly 
early. We needed the rest. After all... our sisters had 
scheduled various other sights and attractions for us 
the coming day.

Saturday morning, they took Rachel and I to the big 
Olympic -sized swimming pool for us to splash around 
and then showed us many other commodities and resources 
about the university. It was lots of fun. The whole 
place was still a mess of us little ones, though. I 
think our sisters next took us out to dinner and /or 
some other aspect away from campus until that evening. 
(Estimating 7 -7:30 PM to be ‘evening’.) 

When we returned, the dorm was so chaotic! Not many, if 
any, of our big brothers and sisters were trying to 
keep up with our eagerness come sundown. That night, 
things also turned toward a "party scene" fairly early. 
The hallways were so crowded! They were filled with the 
flurry of excited kids and still fewer siblings. Most 
had simply "given in" and just let us roam about. 

Everything was even more relaxed and comfortable. The 
pretty coeds were in their loose fitting shorts and Ts 
or their sleep -shirts come early. Just calm and 
casual. As I said, the "party -atmosphere" began 
earlier and steadily took a stronger form than the 
night before. I recognized that more lenient, or 
relaxed, spirit all about us. Almost every door was 
opened and the pretty young ladies merely rambled from 
one room to the next while a number of us little 
brothers & sisters tagged along. 

I continued watching and listening as closely as 
possible to all those new things to be learned while we 
moved on. I listened purposefully to every party’s 
plans, needs and "tricks" as we did. It wasn’t all that 
long either before I pleaded with my sister to let me 
roam as freely as the others seemed to be. My nagging 
eventually paid off and Rene’ allowed me to go. Yet, I 
can still recall her only stipulation: "Stay up here-- 
On this floor," she told me firmly.

"Okay," I told her... Easy enough, I figured. There 
were, after all, plenty of beautiful young women and so 
many opened doorways the whole way down that hall! 

In little time, I gleefully strolled off. Out her door 
and to my right, as I recall. I was headed east, toward 
the outside of the "Towers" dormitory. The hallway was 
a buzz of energy: The action of those young coeds and 
all of us excited ‘little -ones’ filled its length. 
Music and the scent of tobacco engrossed the hall. 
Vibrant, early ‘80s rock -n- roll and pungent smoke 
poured from nearly every room. As did so many voices. 

Some students were still contemplating, organizing and 
/or setting forth upon some party(ing). I poked my head 
into various doors and was either greeted politely 
before speaking briefly or (at other rooms) I was 
quickly, casually "blown off", so to speak. I may have 
only been eleven but could still take a hint, after 
all.

It wasn’t far down that smoky hall though, on the side 
of my sister’s room, when I turned around. As I headed 
back toward the center of the "Towers" I encountered 
more opened doors and friendly souls on the other side 
of the hall. It was then only one or two doors past my 
sister’s room when I encountered another to poke my 
head into. 

As I recall, I was greeted very cordially and they 
seemed rather open to my presence and curiosity. There 
were several pretty girls, three or more likely four, 
with bright smiles sitting casually about the room. As 
I boldly came in, they inquisitively asked me in their 
sweetest tones "And who’s little brother might you be?" 
(Or, approximately so.) "Well..." I began shyly 
/nervously, "I’m Rene’s little brother." Their pleasant 
smiles spread wider, "Oh, yeah! We know Rene’... Come 
on in!" they told me happily with an added wave of 
their hand.

My smile probably spread a bit too then as I more 
eagerly entered that welcoming environment. They were 
all happy and laughing with a few beers, cigarettes, 
and /or maybe even some other things burning around the 
room. 

They continued to speak amongst themselves for a while, 
hardly taking note of me, as I inspected their place: A 
desk stacked with text books, folders and paper. A 
restroom loaded with towels, brushes and hairdryers, 
etc. A few beds, a number of milk crates and one small 
refrigerator against the wall, to my left. 

They giggled and laughed, still involved in other 
matters, or possibly they might have already been 
commenting on how "cute" I was or "look at those eyes!" 
etc. Although, it was certainly when I asked one of 
them for a cigarette, or maybe just a "puff", that 
their curiosities heightened. 

They watched me closely then as I sat myself upon the 
floor in front of their little crate filled with some 
easy liquors. It contained several pints of schnapps, 
etc. and a number of glasses. I’d bet their curiosity 
must have built once more as I began picking through 
those bottles. I retrieved the ones I was recently 
familiarized with and set them aside, before picking 
out a glass as well.

I swear, I could "feel" their eyes upon me as I poured 
a mid -sized glass of Cream Decocoa. The bottle was 
then capped and placed aside before I reached back 
toward my earlier selections... This time, with a 
bottle of Peppermint Schnapps in one hand and a stir 
stick in the other, I added to my potion there on the 
floor. After several quick swirls to the ingredients I 
lifted the concoction toward my nose.

Looking about myself, with cocktail glass in hand, I 
could see that all their eyes were on me! As well as 
toward my apparently intriguing efforts there upon the 
floor. 

I worked the moment for all it’s worth... I rose the 
glass slowly, just beneath my nose, to take a single 
sniff then only a little sip of that simple cocktail. I 
"swished" the liquor around my mouth for a moment with 
a somewhat contemplative expression upon my face. Then 
I slowly drank it down before replacing the glass to 
the floor to add another small amount of schnapps to 
the potion. I repeated the sniff and taste effort 
(although more quickly or carelessly now, than 
previously) before I looked up with a grin...

You should have seen all the curious looks on their 
faces! I felt like some kind of a magician in front of 
a classroom filled with eager children. Their attention 
made me feel years older as well as several feet 
taller, I swear. 

Each of them was rather quiet, as I recall... I rose 
the glass before myself and took a larger sip of the 
sweet liquor this time. It passed easily about my 
tongue then flowed smoothly down my throat before a 
bright smile crossed my lips and I nodded. I turned to 
look toward each of the pretty faces seated before me 
then to those on either side of me before one of them 
finally spoke up. With her brow dropped and a rather 
scrutinizing look in her eye, "So... What is it?" she 
asked curiously. 

"Take a sip," I told her with a smile and an agreeable 
tip of my head while I raised the glass to her reach. 
She took it from my fingers with that continued 
appearance of doubt although she was brave enough to at 
least place the concoction toward her nose. I 
carelessly suggested "Go on..."

There actually seemed to be a tension in the air while 
her friends and I watched how she swirled the potion 
around the glass to cautiously inhale its scent. After 
slowly closing her eyes (nearly in dread, it seemed) 
she lifted that small glass to her mouth though and 
bravely tipped it back. 

I watched how she gently pursed her lips to take that 
first daring sip. Her soft, pink lips puckered out so 
delicately toward the lucky mixture. (O -oh... If only 
I could be so fortunate as that schnapps, I thought.) 

Her roommates and I watched closely as she swished the 
potion about her mouth. Happily, I noticed a grin 
spread across her lips before her eyes opened in 
surprise and she eagerly drank it down. 

"Oh! My God!" she exclaimed as she looked toward each 
of her friends around the room. With her eyes still as 
wide as ever, she began to laugh. "Wow! That’s a 
peppermint patty!" she exclaimed before taking a larger 
sip. 

All of their excited eyes quickly returned to me on the 
floor. I felt rather proud of myself and was probably 
beginning to show a somewhat cocky -type of a grin upon 
my seemingly innocent face, as well. (Whether they 
realized it or not.)

That first young woman began to bathe me with her 
excited compliments before the glass even began its 
passage about the room. Everyone had to try it! 

Their laughter broke out over and over again as each of 
them tasted my magical brew. Next, they turned all of 
their compliments and much more of their excitement 
toward me. 

I loved it! Couldn’t seem to get enough of it! They all 
giggled and joked with me. None of ‘em seemed to speak 
down to me, either. (As often happens, even 
unintentionally, when speaking with young kids.) In 
little time at all, I really felt like I had become 
part of their "family".

I was granted a cigarette of my own shortly after and 
it burned gradually in an ash tray beside me while I 
casually smoked with them. Soon, other glasses were 
added to our circuit or rotation as their friends began 
to fill the room. As they ended up back in my hand, I 
prepared another concoction. 

I took a little taste of each I poured. Next it was 
handed to one of the girls. They took their own sips 
too, before happily passing it on. They were all 
laughing and laughing. It was so nice to listen to 
their pleasant laughter. It created such a pretty 
"song"... especially as the path of my intoxication 
gradually took its course.

Not all that long after though, I turned while leaning. 
With my arm extended toward their little fridge, "So... 
Ya got any orange juice in there?" I inquired. "Well... 
Yeah," one or more of them replied, sort of 
questionably.

I can’t recall if I opened the refrigerator and reached 
for it myself, or if it was merely handed to me. But 
soon enough, I had the juice in my grasp anyway. 

Then, after having taken one of those glasses out of 
circulation or perhaps simply adding another from the 
crate, I poured a glass of OJ. Each of their curious 
looks, as well as several from the doorway, were 
focused upon me again.

I loved it! As I said before, I couldn’t get enough of 
it. I "milked" the situation to all ends. Whether 
realizing it or not, I fluttered my long lashes 
generously and did my best to stare deeply into each of 
their eyes with my big dark ones while doing so. 

I was more and more carelessly "using" all of that 
"innocent little brother" stuff to its fullest. They 
did seem to be eating it up, after all. 

Each of them appeared to appreciate my bright happy 
smile, my good natured, partially drunken laughter and 
(I hadn’t really thought of this before, but...) they 
were probably also pretty relieved to play with me: A 
relatively "cute" guy, simply small, so un -intrusive 
and... absolutely no hormones to be dealt with, what -
so -ever! 

Or, they may have just thought I was somebody’s cute, 
little, talking teddy bear or something like that. No 
matter...

I poured a little over half a glass of OJ and looked 
up. I stared strait into all those curious eyes once 
more before slowly reaching for the Cream Decocoa. 
Their faces showed such curiosity as I raised the 
spirits toward the glass but as the little bottle 
tapped its edge I could see those looks of curiosity 
turn toward near dread. 

Finally, they showed horror and genuine disgust as the 
chocolaty liquor poured into the healthy, rich in 
vitamin C, beverage. (Most often associated with other 
liquor(s): Vodka and OJ-- "Screw drivers" for 
instance.) I think "Eeww!" is how one or more of them 
expressed their estimation /judgment of my new 
concoction. 

Similar to how I adapted the previous mixtures though, 
I stirred it briefly before administering my sniff ‘n’ 
swig examination. That sip was swished about in my 
mouth with the same contemplative look as before. I 
swallowed it down before setting the glass aside. I 
lifted the cream Decocoa and added a little bit before 
a brief stir, then the sniff ‘n’ swig... 

All the young women’s faces were still glued upon me 
and my "mystical" workings. Some spoke up. They just 
couldn’t seem to believe that-- ‘Here’s a "little" boy 
showing them these new cocktails!’ They all laughed 
playfully and chuckled so. We were, after all, having 
lots of fun in there. While the alcohol gradually 
filled my blood, I too laughed very freely. The room 
steadily took on a more and more passive or calmer tone 
as those intoxicants brought my restfulness.

As others passed, strolling along the hall, many would 
at least poke their heads in to check on things. Some 
would pause to say "Hi!" but most just raised their eye 
brow before moving onward. Yet, other coeds were brave 
or curious enough to actually stop and look a little 
closer. 

Gradually, the young ladies invited in a number of 
them. Their dorm room was steadily filling. Another new 
face would show up every so often. 

I was offered another cigarette and occasionally 
another toke from a joint although I continued to focus 
most of my attentions on the concoctions in hand. 
Basically, I continued mixing my magical potions for 
those fun young coeds and their excited friends.

As it began earlier-- Someone would stop, poke their 
head in the door and ask about the steadily growing 
number of persons there. Sometimes they were asked to 
stay. 

"Hey, what’s going on in here?" a young woman asked as 
she stepped into the doorway. One of the others, whose 
room we were seated in, might open the invitation: 
"Hey, So -and -So, check this out!" they’d say to their 
friends. 

"This little kid..." they began, before turning back to 
me curiously. 

"Jabber," I looked up to remind them, hardly distracted 
from the task at hand. 

"Yeah," those girls told their friends, "Jabber here," 
they’d say with an amazed tone before looking toward me 
again, "How old did you say you were?" 

I purposively replied in my shyest, most innocent, tone 
"Eleven..." (Probably batting those long, dark lashes 
of mine generously as I did.) 

"Yeah! This eleven -year -old boy here, is teaching us 
how to mix drinks!" they explained excitedly. 

She was, or they were, still so exhilarated by the 
seemingly preposterous nature of the situation. Their 
friend’s eyes often opened wide in disbelief too before 
they came in further. My concoctions were then 
gradually passed their way.

We all laughed and joked while the glasses passed 
'round and ‘round. As were the cigarettes and 
marijuana... Many of the girls were still so 
complimentary of, or at least commented on, my "cute" 
appearance too. I ate it right up. 

Names were also exchanged (although quickly drowned in 
my excited /intoxicated mind) as I became entranced by 
all of the pretty faces while I took in their 
attention. Time escaped me but I guess it wasn’t all 
that long though (approx. 1 hour) before I was "shipped 
off" to another room. 

A couple of those young ladies got me up and led me 
away. I simply smiled and waved a loose arm to the 
remaining girls and laughed as we departed. As the 
young ladies and I stepped into and then down that 
hall, the music seemed softer and that 'buzz' of 
energy, as the evening had begun, was gradually 
slowing. Fewer persons were wandering about as well. 
Or, it may have been my slightly impaired state of mind 
which was reducing the pulse. 

It wasn’t such a long hallway, although with each of my 
unsteady paces it seemed to be steadily lengthening. 
Eventually, we (myself and those pretty coeds) reached 
our destination: It was about three or four doors down, 
to the other side of that smoked filled hall.

This room was dimly lit and somehow seemed much smaller 
than any I had witnessed previously. It also stunk with 
the pungent fumes of marijuana. 

Soon though, one or the other of those young ladies who 
lead me here departed. My pretty guides had left me in 
the care of these other young ladies after their brief 
introduction- "This is Rene’s little brother. Isn’t he 
-e just the cutest?"

Well, I think I may have mixed a couple more 
concoctions and /or at least was encouraged to take 
part in other "indulgences" at this location. 

I was very comfortable here. I enjoyed the more relaxed 
environment and softer laughter in this room as those 
fading names spiraled about me. More cigarettes and 
marijuana. Some more liquor and /or at least some beer 
at this room as well. However, I’m not as certain any 
longer. For some reason though I do think it was only 
cigarettes, marijuana and beer.
 
In the darkness my mind steadily grew dimmer as well. 
My senses numbed while my thoughts faded. As I said-- 
Every one of those recently exchanged names was quickly 
lost as were the faces of the young women who led me 
here. She was /they were gone! Soon, one or two more of 
the other young women left as well. There in the dark, 
my beer was then placed to a dresser top after my new 
acquaintances invited to join them at their bed sides 
where we passed a joint back and forth.
 
We could still hear the occasional passers by from the 
hall before one of those voices eventually invited the 
other young lady out. The sandy blond haired girl 
slowly, carefully got up from her bed across from us 
(her motions weakened with her intoxication) and left 
us with few words. She departed with sort of a brief 
"Good bye, nice to meet cha," type farewell, leaving me 
alone with the other young woman, a college freshman at 
Mid -Michigan University, whose face was still almost 
entirely obscured in the shadows.
 
My sole companion and I then finished that joint in 
silence. She merely seemed to be studying me there in 
the quiet. Unbeknownst to me various thoughts were 
crossing her young, intoxicated mind.-- Here she is... 
away at college. Possibly the first time she’d ever 
been this far from home and all alone. 

Now, she’s feeling the "itch" just like every other 
young adult there but she also knows that if she does 
any young stud, by Monday afternoon every other guy 
will know about it and want a piece for themselves... 
Who’s this little boy gonna tell? she asked herself. 
Who’d believe ‘im? she thought again. Well, she 
considered, there’s no chance of pregnancy... He’s just 
a boy. Nor venereal disease either... He’s most likely 
still a virgin. And he’s not about to become forceful, 
he’s so small. Besides-- He’s inebriated! I’ll be in 
full control... "So," she decided, "I want it. He’s got 
it. He’s safe from disease and reputation. I’ll be in 
charge and... He is -s cute! What could be better!?" 
she smiled inwardly. 

The lovely, young coed briefly questioned general socio 
codes and ethics too before considering her own morals. 
Finally though, having sorted right from wrong or her 
values there of (somewhat distorted via intoxicants 
presently), she moved to touch my arm. When that tingle 
rose along my arm as I felt her soft fingers stroke me, 
I turned to struggle to see her face in the shadows. 

I stared and stared into the darkness, hoping to find a 
face, some rhyme or any reason to this silent tension 
before she too began to slowly get up. She only moved 
to close the door though. I watched as she somewhat 
clumsily moved around me, then the foot of the bed and 
next along the desk to reach the door.
 
I noted her deep brunette hair, long and curling over 
her shoulders, then her both firm and curvaceous form 
as she stepped into the light to shut that door. A 
devilish twinkle showed in her eye as she turned over 
hers shoulder and reached for the knob. But I was 
surprised... Maybe. Hmm -mm... Did I just hear the lock 
turn? I dully thought as she slowly returned to her bed 
on which we were seated.
  
She replaced herself on the jumbled pillows there in 
the shadows before lighting a couple cigarettes. Fewer 
questions stirred weakly about her mind as she placed 
one to her mouth but held the other before herself... 
forcing me to retrieve it. Carefully, I nudged myself 
along the side of the bed ‘til I was beside her and 
could reach that cigarette, where I remained to share 
the sole ashtray.
 
Still shielded by the darkness, my new brown -haired 
friend and I spoke quietly as further tranquility 
overcame me. Still less of those speculations passed 
through her mind as well while we sat there. 

I don’t recall all that much but I do think our words 
were few and of little significance until she 
extinguished her cigarette. Finally having addressed or 
dismissed each of those questions and considerations 
within her though she sat up to brush the stray hairs 
from my forehead before taking action... 

The coed slowly pulled the cigarette from my lips and 
commented-- "Yeah, So-and-So was right..." she drawled 
in a whisper. "You are kinda cute... Aren’t you?" Then 
she sighed deeply as a lazy smile crossed her face, 
"Ahh..." she sighed again as questions briefly rose and 
fell within her before she softly traced her finger tip 
from my forehead, down my cheek, then the line of my 
jaw toward my chin. A tickle gradually crossed me as 
she did however my numbed form didn’t shiver.
 
Sitting beside me, she was a fair portion taller than I 
and I cautiously raised my eyes to see into her glazed 
and dilated ones. (Mine likely appeared the same.) I 
didn’t notice that her hand was still gently at my 
front until she steadied my chin with her finger tip 
and lifted my face as she leaned to look even closer. I 
was surprised again but I wasn’t startled to feel her 
touch. It caught me off guard but I didn’t jump. As she 
leaned to look even deeper into my dark brown eyes we 
were so close that I felt her breath upon my face... 
What did she see? What did she notice? I now wonder.
 
As I became more excited I grew anxious, my temperature 
rose and I began to sweat. When I licked my lips I 
noticed that sickly taste of the corrosive combination 
of alcohol, marijuana and tobacco in my mouth... and 
that seemed to be my sole consideration as the lovely 
eighteen -year -old coed leaned the smallest portion 
left to gently place her lips to mine.
 
"Ahh..." or was it "Ohh..." I sighed in relief as her 
soft, warm lips spread over mine. While my throat stung 
from the foul mixture of those listed intoxicants, I 
soon felt the therapeutic sensation of her smooth, warm 
fluids as her tongue softly passed into my mouth. The 
warmth and moisture of her tongue filled my little 
mouth as I languidly attempted to return her alluring 
kiss. "Mnnnn... Mnnnn..." she whimpered as her velvet-
like tongue cascaded softly about my mouth while she 
kissed me more and more vigorously.
 
My head grew light as I felt her warm breath exhale 
across my cheek and fill my ear. She placed her hands 
gently upon my arms as she grew more excited. While her 
heart beat rose she slowly began to pulse my little 
form back and forth as she breathed harder and deeper 
and her hands grasped me in different ways. My arms 
only lay still though and I maintained to kiss her with 
as much invigoration while she became more physical 
with me. 

Rocking ourselves forward and back while she kissed me, 
my anonymous friend finally gasped softly "Ah -h!" 
Having felt the emptiness within her grow to an 
unbearable level, she slowly fell back upon her pillows 
pulling me down on top of herself to fill that void. 

Her knees spread high and wide as I landed on the 
cushion of her full breasts. "Ah -h," and "Ooh -h," she 
moaned as she gently rolled us side to side. I 
continued to kiss her just as rousing as she had 
initiated while her form pulsed, carrying my little 
physique to and fro.
 
Now, although I hadn’t even had the proscribed sex 
education through our public school system yet, I had 
at least seen a number of dirty magazines. (Those from 
the erotic film industry.) So I knew, at least, what it 
looked like to make love to a woman... 

As my new friend turned her head to one shoulder she 
directed my face to the other. Just as I had seen in 
those magazines, I began to lick her neck. Up and down 
her neck I delicately ran my tongue from her collar 
bone to her tender earlobe and back again. She 
continued to moan softly as I did and I noticed when 
her hands gradually released my head. 

Next she stroked her hands up and down my back before 
grasping my buttocks firmly, then she guided my left 
hand slowly toward her breast. After I began pulsing my 
little hand upon her soft tit her physique began to 
shudder more heavily as her breathing deepened and she 
moaned softly. I continued to stroke her neck with my 
tongue tip and her large breast bulged about my fingers 
as I grasped it firmly. Only able to judge myself by 
those motions and her breathing though it did seem 
that, what ever it was that I was doing-- I was doing 
it right!

As we turned to one side I felt her hands reach between 
us to quickly remove my polo shirt, then open my blue 
jeans and reach into my underwear. Without pause, she 
next unclasped the buttons of her sleep shirt... 

Yes, although I was numbed or numbing, I still felt her 
touch. It surprised me but it didn’t shock me. It 
didn’t seem wrong to me either. After all-- I was a 
very horny, little eleven-year-old boy. The day before 
I was kissin’ and touchin’ a young(er) girl. So, this 
just seemed to be a natural step in the progression... 

After having opened each of those buttons down her 
front she laid herself flat once more. We quickly 
resettled myself upon her warm front before I resumed 
caressing her neck with my tongue tip. 

She was still breathing very deep and heavily when she 
softly placed her hands, with fingers spread wide, to 
either side of my head. She turned my face to kiss her 
deeply before allowing me to return. She gasped softly 
"Oh! Oh -h!" and trembled while I continued to flutter 
my tongue softly across her delicate skin, squeeze her 
breast and twist her nipple in my little finger tips.
 
Soon though, the lustful teenager began to guide my 
face down her front. My tongue stroked lightly as she 
slowly moved my head to her chest. 

Seemingly, the sexy young coed had located all the 
answers to those questions which troubled her 
previously because, without any hesitation she merely 
held her breast out for me. I opened my mouth as wide 
as possible and dutifully enclosed as much of her 
lovely tit as I could. 

She moaned louder as my jaw pulsed upon her full breast 
and my teeth bit softly into her luscious flesh while I 
stroked my tongue across her rippled areola then around 
and around her stiffened nipple. With her guidance once 
more, or perhaps following one of those magazines I had 
viewed, I spread my free hand as widely as possible and 
clasped upon her other breast. 

Lively, prickling sensations passed across her flesh as 
the teenager groaned deeply and trembled. My fist 
pressed again and again into her delicate skin fueling 
such excitement. Her heart beat harder and still harder 
while her meaty breast swelled about my fingers as I 
firmly squeezed her tit. She sighed with short breaths 
and tingled everywhere as electric -like sensations 
spread across her form while my little thumb encircled 
her sensitive nipple rapidly.

Still clenching one breast and biting upon the other, I 
slid my free hand between ourselves to push my fingers 
through the tightly curled hairs which covered her 
mature pubic mound. The young woman’s thinking didn’t 
necessarily clear although it seemed to suddenly become 
more focused. Before scattered or cylindrical... Her 
confused and illogical thoughts became narrow and 
funneled. Much like my hand to her vagina! And I think 
that was hers and mine... our only concern at that 
moment. 

Yes, while the little vagina I was fondling the day 
before was so small and smooth, this young woman’s 
pussy was bulging and thick with fur. After parting 
those curls, each of my finger tips were soon dipped 
into her steaming flesh before her physique began to 
pulsate. "Aah..." she called out soft but deeply. Then 
"Ararghh..." she called still deeper and a little 
louder as her body slowly coursed forward and back. 

After releasing my head entirely she reached to hold my 
little wrist firmly and steadied my hand between her 
legs. She began to pulse her hips forward and back, up 
then down, stroking her vagina back and forth over my 
fingers. Each of us, hot and sweaty as ever, could 
smell her salty -sweetness fill the air as she washed 
my hand, my wrist and a portion of my forearm like 
that. 

Soon, her entire physique shook tighter and still 
tighter before she began to convulse and tremble all 
over. Other than the creaking bed springs, "Oohh..." 
her high pitched call disturbed the silence.
 
I, at that time, didn’t understand her orgasm and only 
remained planted, awaiting her further guidance. After 
collapsing for a time, nearly lifeless like that (other 
than her heaving breaths and her muffled heart beat 
which I heard within) her hips began to gently pulse 
over my hand, still embedded between her thighs. I was 
so confused. I didn’t know what to do. Without better 
or more informed options I continued to softly pulse my 
mouth upon her delicate tit... eventually I felt her 
head gradually rise from the pillow. 

With my puckered lips still enclosing her stiff nipple, 
I curiously looked up from her breast to see her 
staring down her front. Her eyes were still glazed and 
seemed rather vacant until a smile slowly crept across 
her lips and I sighed easily as I felt her hands glide 
softly up my bare back. Both of her hands soothingly 
caressed my flesh before cautiously reaching into my 
hair. While both of her dainty hands clasped gently at 
the back of my head I slowly removed my own little hand 
from her vagina before coming to my hands and knees and 
crawled forward as she seemed to direct.
 
Soon, face to face, she looked deeply into my eyes and 
smiled. "Ahh... You are the cutest..." the coed sighed 
with a drunken slur, repeating her earlier sentiment 
then she leaned that smallest potion left to kiss me 
firm and heavily. She inhaled deeply, drawing all my 
breath and sucked my tongue right into her mouth. 

Ah! My mind spun. Whoa! I collapsed weakly upon her 
front again. What’s this? I tried to think in that 
swirl before my numb and weakened form even began to 
recover. My heart beat heavily as I regained my wits. I 
trembled inside as I attempted to collect my senses and 
my limbs merely hung limply to either side of us before 
any strength returned.
 
Various thoughts lingered in the pretty teenager’s mind 
though. There were still curiosities and questions to 
be answered. "Hmmmm..." she thought as a devilish grin 
spread across her inner smile. After our kisses 
softened her fingers gently stroked back and forth 
through my hair for several moments before she finally 
planted her hands to my shoulders and began to guide me 
in silence once more. 

Again, thinking of those dirty magazines, I envisioned 
my destination at the end of this avenue as she 
directed my motion. Her body pulsed gently beneath my 
chin and neck as my face gradually neared the target 
which I suspected. 

While my tongue extended as far as possible, her smooth 
belly glided slowly under my neck until I felt her 
curled pubic hair just beneath my chin. The scent I 
noticed, it was not so much our perspiration any 
longer. This salty /sweet odor of her vagina was so 
hearty and, and... and exhilarating! My mouth was 
watering madly as I breathed deeply through my nose to 
inhale as much of her natural scent as I could. Just 
before, with both hands at my head, she gently pushed 
my face into her crotch as her hips arose.
 
She shivered as tingling sensations cascaded throughout 
her while my chin, then my lips, tongue and next my 
nose stroked through the smooth folds of her warm labia 
as she drew her hips up and down. I also reached, with 
both hands then, to clasp upon her full breasts. 

My little fingers spread far again but my thumb and 
forefinger pinched her nipples as I gripped her 
pulsating bust. "Ahh..." she called softly while her 
hips beat up and down. "Ahh..." she called again as my 
hands continued to work upon her plentiful tits. "Oh! 
Oh!" she gasped twice as she trembled all over. 

I felt her fingers slowly spread through my hair as she 
continued to breath harder and harder. With my tongue 
still extended as far as possible, my face slid up and 
down the length of her moistened vagina. The pretty 
coed’s strengths seem to have recovered fully when she 
firmly clenched my head "Oh! Oh! Oh, yeah -h..." she 
called out strongly after having set my face and mouth 
properly. 

Placed here, my warm face, nose and chin filled as much 
of her emptiness as I was or as she was able. While she 
continued to slowly stroke my face with her vagina 
though I found it... I felt her muscles clench and how 
her hips trembled each time it skipped by my lips. I 
noticed that with elongated sensation here the more 
powerful those responses became. 

So, with no understanding of the clitoris, I sought it 
out... Back and forth it flowed or cascaded by me. I’d 
feel it pass by my lips as her physique shuddered. I 
would have it for a moment and she would buck and 
tremble wildly but then I’d loose it. Soon, I’d have it 
between my puckered lips and she would shake 
erratically. 

Once I learned our rhythm(s), I finally had that 
strange fleshy nub between my puckered lips and she 
convulsed so irregularly. Orgasm upon orgasm poured 
over her frame, shaking her body and tingling her 
senses. She began to buck like a bronco as I continued 
to stroke my tongue back and forth over her salty -
sweet flesh!
 
Then, not to restrain her mind you, I removed my hands 
from her chest to gently clasp upon the outside of her 
smooth thighs to help guide us both. My little fingers 
softly stroked her delicate skin before her pulsations 
took on that regular, more determined nature again. My 
fingers clenched into her soft flesh as she rocked 
harder and faster. Then, after a full breath comes my 
deepest groan yet "Arrrr..." I called out-- directly 
into her pussy.
 
Unbeknownst to me, with her legs pressed to either side 
of my head, my ears muffled by her soft thighs and my 
eyes well shrouded in a jungle of pubic hair, the 
excited coed had lifted one breast to her lips. Her 
lips parted to bare her teeth before the vibrations of 
my call tickled her just right and she bit heavily into 
her rippled aerola and sensitive nipple. 

"Oh! Oh! Ohh..." she yelled loudly, muffled by her 
mouthful of soft flesh as the electric -like energies 
crossed her flesh and she bathed my face in her vagina. 

Her body shook then convulsed more and more, with an 
increasing rhythm before she began to tense up. Her 
face contorted with the tension and her brow dropped in 
concentration as her every muscle clenched like a vice 
as she rocked with this most powerful orgasm. 

With her sole hand, she finally grasped my head the 
firmest yet and nearly screamed, "Ahh! Ahh!" as 
tingling energies ran their course throughout her 
physique. She continued to shake violently while 
electricity racked her form and cascaded across her 
flesh. 

She was still holding the back of my head and I noticed 
as her convulsions gradually lessened before "Ooh! 
Ooh!" she called a little softer. Then again and again 
gradually softer. After elongated moments of trembling, 
"Oh! Yeahh..." she sighed as she finally released me. 

Her figure quivered for a period longer before she went 
entirely lip, her head fell back heavily and she 
relaxed easily on her bed. Effortlessly she sighed one 
long, deep breath as her physique continued to twitch 
and tremble irregularly before she finally, very slowly 
raised her head to peer down between her legs. 

Looking towards my glassy -eyed, intoxicated and well 
moistened face, "Oh -h..." she moaned softly as a silly 
smile crossed her face then she opened her arms and 
reached to my shoulders.
 
Slowly, pulling me along her front the young woman 
chuckled quietly as those little twinkling stars 
circled above her head, "Ho! Ho! Ho!" 

Her delicate belly felt so smooth, pulsing lightly 
beneath me while I glided along her abdomen. Eventually 
face to face she looked deeply into my eyes "...was 
right..." turning head side to side. Then she told me 
again, "You're the cutest," with a slur while her voice 
grew deeper and deeper as her head continued to slowly 
turn before her eyes gradually closed and her head laid 
back heavily. 

Feeling her breaths deepen, I snuggled closely to her 
bared form and made myself more comfortable. Still 
between her parted thighs, I laid my chest over her 
warm abdomen with my head nestled safely between her 
elbow and full breast before closing my eyes as well.

I’m not aware of how long we rested (maybe 20 to 30 
minutes, perhaps a little more) but eventually one of 
her classmates returned. My eyes gradually opened as my 
friend stirred beneath me. "Mmmmm, no..." I said softly 
as I wrapped my arms about her middle while she 
attempted to get out of bed. She kindly remained beside 
me before she began slowly button her sleep shirt. 

"Oh! My God! So-and-So... What have you done!?" the 
other young woman, standing over us, demanded in a very 
accusing tone. (I assumed she was another of my 
friend’s room mates.) 

From where I lay on the bed, I looked up to that young 
woman and sort of slowly waved my little hand in the 
darkness and greeted her. "Hi..." is all I quietly said 
in a boyish tone with what I hoped was a pleasant (or 
similar type) grin on my face. 

Though I was attempting to reassure my new friend’s 
room mate, the girl remained quite alarmed. "My God!" 
she asserted once more in a firm although hushed tone 
with fury in her eyes. 

Her breaths were quick and short as her head nervously 
turned to and fro before each of us heard the noises 
from the hallway. "S -shit!" she exclaimed before 
quickly stepping to close and lock the door. 

"How could you!?" she demanded over her shoulder as she 
bent towards the knob... "How could you?" my friend’s 
room mate carried on as she returned.
 
"So..." my friend finally stuck up for herself, "He’s 
cute. (She set her hand softly to my shoulder, with her 
finger gently stroking my neck. I giggled and squirmed 
a little as she did.) Besides..." she turned to face me 
more directly as my head fell back on my shoulders and 
a smile spread across my lips. She placed her other 
hand to my far shoulder "look at ‘im. He’ll never 
remember anyway," she told her room mate over her 
shoulder before she leaned to me with a twinkle in her 
eye and pressed her lips to mine. 

"Ahh..." I sighed as warmth filled me while she gave me 
another deep, full kiss. The intoxication of lust 
carried me away... 

"Well," her room mate looked one way then the next and 
back to me, "let’s just get you out of here now, 
anyway. Okay?" she asked me or told me affirmatively 
while nodding her head as she lifted me from her 
friend’s bed. 

Once upright though the other coed was stunned once 
more and she turned to look very accusingly to my 
friend when she saw that, not only was my shirt 
missing, but now she discovered my pants were also open 
and my little penis hung loosely from my undershorts. 
Aghast, "I don’t believe you, So-and-So..." she glared 
at my friend. 

She, my new friend, on the other hand, only placed her 
fingers softly upon my shoulder again and looked so 
lovingly into my eyes with a grin. Having finished 
buttoning her shirt though she quietly lit a cigarette 
and sat down at the top of her bed once more.
 
The "Room Mate" proceeded to finish dressing me. Her 
fingertips tickled my abdomen, I think, as she replaced 
my little thing to my shorts and buttoned my jeans. In 
the meantime, my friend sat almost entirely obscured in 
the darkness once more... other than the smile I could 
then see on her pretty face with that devilish twinkle 
in her eye. 

As her roommate opened the door and attempted to usher 
me out though the sexy young coed extended her arm from 
the shadows with her hand opened. I quickly stumbled 
back to softly place my hand in hers. She brought me 
closer as she thanked me again. "It was r-really n-nice 
to meet cha, Jab-by" she said before she pulled me 
still further and kissed me again. 

"Thanks," I said with a smile and my own slur as my 
head fell back weak on my shoulders before "Okay, 
okay... let’s go," the party pooper room mate spoke up 
and gently took me from her friend. 

My friend laughed softly and wiggled her fingers in the 
air. I smiled and maybe giggled a little too as my head 
rolled about my shoulders and I wiggled my fingers 
similarly while her room mate ushered me out. 

Once into the hall though, "Slam!" the door shut firmly 
behind me and "Click, click," I heard the knob lock. 
The instant after, I heard the "Room Mate" speak loudly 
to my friend. Her strong words were harsh but 
indiscernible to me although my friend’s gentle 
laughter was very clear. A smile slowly crossed my lips 
and I looked upward before slowly nodding my head as my 
eyelids gradually closed.
  
Standing there in the hallway it was only moments later 
when I realized that I already missed that room. I 
missed the both comfortable and enticing, darkened room 
with the most welcoming coed I’d met all evening, 
why... all weekend! However, I guess it was only after 
a thoughtless sigh that I turned to walk on.
 
The corridor was more quiet than before. Restfulness 
had overcome the dormitory while all seemed to be 
gradually dimming. It still stunk of cigarettes and 
marijuana, although not quite as strongly as before... 
Or, perhaps I had simply grown that numb to it by then? 
Some doors were open, not as many as before but still a 
few. I paused to look in each though there was not much 
to be seen. I felt so lonely. 

It was not so long however when I was fortunate enough 
to cross paths with a young woman who recognized me 
from that very first room. (Where I’d displayed those 
newly acquired bar tending skills of mine.) 

That pretty coed was happy to see me and spoke to me 
pleasantly before introducing me about the room with 
her arm across my shoulders. She offered a brief 
explanation to the other young ladies there of my 
"talents" before she quickly expressed our farewells 
and proceeded to take me out and guide me down the 
hall... again. It was not all that far though (several 
doors down and to the opposite side once more) where 
she led to still another room.
 
This place, much better lit than the last, also seemed 
larger -much larger. Brighter, happier, more colorful 
and certainly more playful as well. It was also 
occupied by even more young ladies than the very first 
was originally. (Five or maybe even six.) 

Names were exchanged around the room -full of pretty 
young coeds. Although, just as the others had, those 
names and faces soon molded or faded into one scrambled 
concoction... Each of those pretty faces, lovely smiles 
and intriguing figures which I had been admiring all 
night had taken on a sole form by that time. All but my 
new, dark -curly haired friend from the shadows, that 
is! Though I didn’t recall, or even know her name, the 
time we shared stood out in my mind... for obvious 
reasons. 

Once more, at this room, I think I may have mixed some 
drinks, or was at least invited to join them in 
theirs... More alcohol, cigarettes and (maybe) 
marijuana as I sat on the fuzzy carpet before their 
television. (The local late night news followed by an 
episode of M*A*S*H, staring Alan Alda.)

Some say, "Time just flies when you’re having fun" ... 
Right? Well, it definitely seemed to that night! One 
moment faded to another. One minute to the next and one 
hour to still another. It was not until early the next 
morning that I finally wandered off... back to my 
sister’s room.
 
I’m not sure if I could recall the room number by that 
time or not but I did, at least, recognize the general 
direction in which to head myself. Few others roamed 
the dim hall. 

Traffic certainly had dwindled... to nearly nothing. 
Everything was very still and almost lifeless. My feet 
seemed to step somewhere above that cool floor beneath 
me too. There was no tactile sensation to it. Well, 
none which I noticed. 

No colors to be spoken of and few, if any, significant 
sounds either. Occasionally a soft voice would speak up 
or mumbled words were called out. (Or, perhaps those 
sounds too were only muffled by my present 
impairments?)

I finally reached Rene’s room though. As I both slowly 
and carefully stepped in, I could see her and at least 
two of her roommates still sitting around the small 
black and white television set there. Each of their 
eyes raised toward me in curiosity and surprise. 
Although my sister’s showed a certain fierceness. A 
bitter scowl smeared across her face as she hurriedly 
sat up. 

"Jabby!"-- my name came harsh and loudly. It seemed to 
shake my mind. "Where the hell have you been!?" she 
roared. Then came her command: "Get in here!" Once 
more, spoken at the top of her lungs. (Her tone shook 
my senses and seemed to resonate in my empty head.) So, 
I took one or maybe two more of my little, shuffled 
"baby steps" into the room. 

I was still safely, in a well shadowed area though... 
or so I thought. Yet, my sister either noticed the 
tipsy nature of those few steps, the sway to my hips or 
merely the fact that my head was sort of rolling about 
my shoulders, for she quickly stood and took just two 
large steps toward me. 

She grabbed me firmly by the shoulder and pulled me 
into the light. My head fell back and forth carelessly 
upon my shoulders as my body swayed weakly in her 
grasp. (She was, after all, a bit over six feet tall 
and who knows how many pounds! Where as, I probably 
only weighed about sixty -five pounds and I haven’t any 
idea how many feet tall. Although, not too many. I 
assure you.)

As my head rolled back on my shoulders she needed only 
to take one look into my eyes before concluding I was 
wasted. Though its possible she might have also smelled 
the combination of liquor and marijuana on my person. 

"Damn it, Jabby!" she yelled. "You’re stoned, aren’t 
you!?" (As I think of it now: It does seem a rather 
irrelevant or redundant question... considering the 
obvious condition in which I had returned.) "Gawd damn 
it!" she told me with certain vehemence in her eye as 
she bent toward me and shook my limp, little physique 
back and forth. "Who did this to you!?" she demanded 
with that angry scowl upon her face as her index finger 
waved back and forth before my nose. 

Although, I had no names to give her. Nor is it likely 
that I would ever divulge such information. After all, 
each of them, those pretty coeds and especially my "New 
Friend" from the shadows, they were my new "party 
buddies", weren’t they? Or, something like that. (I say 
this with a very bright and happy, smiling face today.)

As angry as ever, Rene’ proceeded to pick me up by my 
shoulder /collar bone and drag me into the vacant 
hallway. The toes of my little tennis shoes dragged 
across the polished floor with a "Squeak..." 

So, standing there in the center of the hall of the 
"Towers" dormitory of that particular mid -Michigan 
university, my oldest sister proceeded to shake my weak 
little body and intoxicated mind back and forth as she 
called out loudly up and down that hall: "Gawd damn 
it!... Who got my little brother stoned!?"

Well, later that morning, Sunday’s daylight then... I 
woke up with, what must have been, my very first hang 
over ever. Gosh! College life sure is neat, isn’t it? I 
thought, while my head pounded... Breakfast followed, 
although I’m not sure if I ate all that much. 
Eventually lunch. I think I was getting better... 

It probably wasn’t all that long before mom and dad 
arrived. They were so happy to see my sister and her 
roommates again. They later took all of us out to 
dinner, as well. Special hugs and kisses, as well as 
firm hand shakes were spread around the group before we 
set off. The ride back to "Wastings" followed. However, 
the time was spent this day as little Rachel and I 
excitedly told my parents all about our fun weekend 
with our sisters...

Oh, if I could only go back and do it all over again!

Ps. I hadn’t thought of it before but it comes to me 
now-- I’m so happy my sister never leaned far enough to 
actually smell my breath. Among the intoxicants of the 
night would she have also noticed the scent my new 
"after shave"!? I wonder which would have upset her the 
most?... Would she have dragged me into that hallway to 
call out "Gawd damn it! Who fucked my little brother?" 


By:
Jabber 
Dedicated to:
My Sis, Rene’

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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