{ASSM} My Reward Ch28 (MC, m/f, first, young love, rom)

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X-Original-Message-ID: CHAPTER 28: SECOND CHILDHOOD -- THE OTHER BALL GAME After my dad (probably more stunned by what had happened than anyone
else -- however much he loved me, he was more aware of my athletic
limitations than anyone else) had congratulated me and we had talked
about the game a few minutes, I told him I had promised to walk Karen
home. He approved with a smile, and told me to hurry home afterward. I
promised, gave him my glove and bat to carry home, and joined Karen with
a wave and a thank-you. Karen was looking exceptionally cute in a red short-sleeve blouse and
white shorts. Not too short, of course It was one of those fabulous spring evenings in Phoenix -- temperature
in the seventies, no humidity, the slightest of breezes. This was before
the Valley had grown so large that the combination of pollution and
lights from the city blanked out most of the stars -- the sky was
totally black and the stars were bright distinct pinpoints. Karen shyly took my hand, despite the fact that people could see. Or
maybe because -- she looked proud to be seen with me. She stated the obvious: "Tommy, you've never played like that before,"
she gushed. "Everybody's wondering what happened to you." "I ate my Cheerios?" I suggested. She wrinkled her nose. "Well anyway," she said, "I thought you were
terrific." "Maybe I was inspired," I offered, squeezing her hand. She smiled. "You're nice," she replied. She looked around, but saw that
there were still other people near, so didn't kiss me. As we turned a corner near her house, we were suddenly alone and I
leaned over for a quick kiss. It was prolonged as she wrapped her arms
around me and pulled me close. When my tongue ventured out, her lips
parted readily. After a moment we walked on, with her now leaning
against me, and soon were at her front door. Her parents, I knew, because Reward had arranged their shopping trip,
had told her they would be getting a late snack after shopping and would
be home about ten. It was nine as we reached her door, but just as
Reward had removed her sexual fears earlier in the day, he now removed
all concern about her parents' return and all consciousness of time. Of
course I also had him slow down time. At the front door we kissed and, hidden as we were from the street, we
were able to lengthen the kiss considerably, with much groping and
caressing. When we stopped and she began to open the door and I backed
away, preparatory to leaving, she asked, "I'm afraid to go in alone,
could you come in while I turn on some lights?" I gallantly agreed to this request and held the screen door while she
entered, then came in myself, after first removing my spikes. When we
were inside, I followed her around as she walked through the house,
supposedly making sure it was safe, while she turned on lights in the
kitchen and hall to add to the floor lamp by the living room sofa that
her parents had left on for her. At the end of the hall, she turned on the light in another room. "This
is my room," she said with a catch in her voice. I knew there was a big message in those four simple words, and I acted
on it. Stepping into the room with her and closing the door behind me, I
took her in my arms and kissed her deeply but gently. After a few moments, Karen pulled her lips from mine and looked for what
seemed a long time into my eyes. "Tommy," she asked at last, "we're not
going to do anything that's wrong, are we?" I kissed her forehead and held her reassuringly. "We're going to do
something that's very right," I answered. She nodded and brought my head down to her lips, opening her mouth to
welcome me in. As we kissed, my hands caressed her back, then one began to slip
downward to rub her small round ass. She purred her pleasure. Then I
grabbed her by the butt and lifted her, carrying her to the bed. "Tommy!" she squealed in mock dismay when she broke the kiss. But she
giggled and then kissed me again as I lowered her to the bed, where she
lay beside a very old Raggedy Ann. I laid myself down beside her and brushed her bangs back to kiss her
forehead, then kissed around to her ears and down to her neck. She
sighed her pleasure as I nuzzled under her chin, sighing again as my
hand caressed her small breast. I returned to her lips, still massaging her breast. Then, as I began to
open the top button of her blouse, Karen pulled away from me slightly.
Taking my face in her hands, she pulled it down for a short, soft kiss,
then said softly, "Tommy, you can do whatever you want, but just please
go slow." Then she completed the unbuttoning. I was struck dumb for a moment by the simplicity of her trust and
giving. I kissed her tenderly and said, "I'll never do anything to hurt
you, Karen." Her response was a smile. I pulled open her blouse, exposing her flat belly and her plain white
cotton bra. I kissed her neck as I cupped her breast and squeezed it
softly through the bra. My hand moved down to caress her belly and down
to the waist of her shorts, then back up to her breast as I continued to
nibble on her neck and around to her ear. Karen was breathing unevenly
and softly mewling her pleasure at these previously-unknown feelings. As my lips worked their way back to hers, my hand was moving to her
back, where it fumbled with the clasp of her bra. I may have been a
middle-aged guy in a teenage body, but I was still as inept as a
fourteen-year-old virgin at getting her bra open. Finally, Karen sighed,
looked exasperatedly at me, and reached back to open the clasp. I
smiled, whispered "thanks" and kissed her, as I slid the straps of the
bra down from her shoulder, and lifted the cups away, revealing two
perfectly formed little hills, each tipped by tiny pink aureoles and
small but erect nipples. Karen looked down at them pensively. "Are they pretty?" she asked. "Of course they are," I assured her. "You're beautiful," I added,
kissing her lips lightly as I brushed my hand across one breast. She shuddered slightly with the contact. "That feels so good," she said. I touched her nipple with a finger, pressing it slightly, then flicking
across it. She watched my finger, then looked into my eyes, saying, "I
like that." I kissed her, then licked at the other nipple. Karen sighed softly and
held my head tightly to her breast, lying back fully on the pillow. After giving the nipple a few licks, I put my mouth on her breast,
sucking almost all of it in. As I kept up and increased the suction, she
groaned again, louder, then yelped as my tongue began flicking across
her now fully erect nipple. I continued for a long time, sucking one breast and squeezing the other,
alternating breasts, alternating sucking and licking, alternating
squeezing, caressing, rubbing, and tweaking. Throughout, Karen lay on
the pillow and moaned, getting higher and higher on feelings she hadn't
known existed. At last I knew she was ready for the next step, and slowly my hand
abandoned its position and began to float southward across her hard,
flat belly, tracking slowly, stopping to play at her navel, in no hurry.
At last it reached the waist of her shorts and poked underneath,
caressing her soft lower belly. She sucked in her breath as my hand
reached into her shorts, almost as though to give me more room to get
in. I found the button and zipper and had better luck with them than I had
had with the bra. Then I began to pull down her shorts. This was a
moment of truth for Karen, but she hesitated not at all, raising her ass
to help me as I pulled them down. Her only reaction was disappointment
was that I had to give up sucking her breast to get the job done. So there she was - the girl I had remembered for almost forty years,
lying now totally naked before me in all her teenaged glory, smiling up
at me, shy and unsure of herself, showing herself to a boy for the first
time. "Am I pretty, Tommy?" she asked at last, though a look at my face told
the story, I'm sure. "You're gorgeous," I replied, taking in her compact figure, her small
breasts, the slight flaring of her hips, her shapely legs, and her
sweetly lovely face. "You're gorgeous," I repeated. She smiled her thanks, then put out her arms to bring me back to our
embrace. I leaned over to kiss her softly, meanwhile taking off my
jersey. When it was off, she ran her hands caressingly across my chest. "Tommy," she said as she ran her hand down across my belly, touching my
navel, "I was really scared, but I'm not too much now. Thank you for
going slow." I kissed her, then began kissing down her neck again, returning slowly
back to her breasts. Meanwhile my hand was rubbing her belly,
preparatory to setting out again for its goal. Karen settled back on the
pillow to let the sensations wash over her. As my fingers passed beyond her navel and again began to trace down her
lower belly, touching the sparse hair barely covering her pussy, Karen
tensed slightly, knowing that for the first time someone was about to
enter her most secret place. I increased the suction on her breast, put
my other hand to work on her other breast, and paused just at the edge
of her slit to give her time to get used to the idea of opening herself
to me. I rubbed the inside of her thigh, the sensitive fold of flesh where
thigh meets crotch, and the outer edges of her pussy until I felt her
begin to relax and move her hips slightly. Eventually the hip movements
seemed to be trying to get my hand inside. I was about ready to do so
when I got a formal invitation. "Touch me, Tommy," she breathed. I left her breast long enough to kiss her lips and gaze into her sweet
face, now with lips parted, breathing deeply and eyes closed in
concentration. My hand, meanwhile, began rubbing slowly up and down her
slit, gathering the moisture that had begun to seep out, then spreading
the lips just enough to introduce my index finger. At first I touched gently the inner edges of her lips, then began to
slowly massage the labia, working my way toward her vagina. Again, I had
to be careful to go slowly enough not to frighten her. I spent a good
deal of time near her hole, before her hip movements showed that she was
again ready for the next step. I touched the edge of her vagina, then
barely entered, and she shivered and moved her hips upward, trying to
bring my finger all the way in. I held back, though, and entered slowly, as Karen began to whimper for
more. Gradually, though, she got what she wanted and my finger -- one
was all that could get in for now --began to slowly stroke in and out,
preparing her for what was to come. After her hips began to move in time to the finger stroking her vagina,
I gingerly moved my thumb toward her clitoris. The head of the small
clit was peeping out; the first touch brought a sharp intake of breath
and the second caused her hips to thrust upward, seeking more. When I
began to gently rub my thumb back and forth across her clit, in time to
the finger sawing in and out of her virgin hole, Karen began whimpering
helplessly. This was a girl who was ready for her first fuck. But I wanted her more than ready. I wanted her desperate. So I reluctantly abandoned her tit and began kissing and nibbling down
her ribcage and toward her navel. When I got south of the navel I could
feel Karen tense a bit. I could fairly well imagine her ambivalence --
she was having such a great time, she was ready to try anything; but as
she began to realize what I was about to do, she was terrified by the
sheer dirtiness of it. Nice boys and girls didn't do, or even think
about, things like that. "Just relax, Karen," I soothed as I neared her warm, wet crotch, "just
give it a try." With that, I licked tentatively at the top of her crack and then touched
the tip of my tongue near her clit, continuing to fingerfuck her and to
tweak her breast. She was still uncertain, I could feel, but it seemed to feel good to
her. Then I licked the full length of my tongue across the head of her
clit and there was no more doubt. Karen gasped loudly, then groaned, "Oh yes, yes!" and grabbed my head,
pushing my face hard into her crotch. The demure little girl was a hot
lust-crazed woman now. I pushed back against her hands to force her to give me room to breathe,
then returned to licking her clit and stroking her vagina. In a few
moments I knew from her ragged breathing that she was on the edge of her
first orgasm, and I sped up my stroking. Then I took her clit between my
lips, sucked it in and flicked the head with my tongue twice. That was it. She squealed in ecstasy, pushed my face down hard again,
and bucked her hips wildly several times before collapsing and going
limp. When she had calmed down, lying panting on the pillow, and I was able to
breathe again after taking a wild ride in her crotch, I wiped her juices
off my face and crawled back up the bed to lie beside her. It was a joy
to study her beautiful young body, flushed with the strongest emotions
she had ever felt, as she slowly returned to earth, gradually slowing
her breathing. Finally, she opened her eyes, smiled shyly at me, kissed me tenderly,
said, "Wow, that was great," and curled up to rest with her head on my
shoulder. We lay together for a long time. It was taking a lot of control on my
part, but I wanted Karen to be comfortable with every step. After a
while, though, she stirred in the comfort of my arms and her hands began
to rub my chest. Then she put her arms around me and pulled me closer,
slowly rubbing her delightful little body against mine. She raised her face to mine and we joined our lips, then our tongues, in
a soft embrace, which soon grew to being a hard, tight embrace of our
entire bodies. Both of us were groping and stroking and rubbing each
other, Karen rubbing my back, my hands all over her back and ass and
breasts. "Tommy," she finally panted, "I'm ready, please love me now." I rolled her onto her back as her legs spread slightly, her face still
showing a bit of fear, but her eyes bright with desire. I rubbed my cock up and down the length of her slit a few times as we
kissed and embraced. Then I whispered to her that it would hurt a
little, but I'd be careful. She nodded her understanding, unable to
speak at this most important moment. Then I positioned my cock at the
entrance to her vagina and slowly pressed forward. This tunnel, which only a few moments ago had been penetrated for the
first time by my finger, and which would barely accept that, now gave
only grudgingly to my cock. The tightness was delightful to me and no
doubt to Karen, but I knew the opening could be painful if done too
quickly. Soon, though not soon enough from my viewpoint, I was at her hymen. I
paused to let her adjust to the presence of my cock. Then I looked down
at her and she smiled nervously at me, saying just, "Okay," and I kissed
her, thrusting my hips forward as our lips touched. Our kiss muffled her gasp of pain. After I was through the barrier, I
stopped, and kissed her eyes, where there was one small tear in each.
"That's it," I said softly. "That's all the pain there is." Then I
smiled. "From now on, it's all fun." She smiled through the last of the pain. "That wasn't too bad," she
said. I remained still, desperate though I was to start stroking her. After a
few moments she began to press forward against me. Unspoken but implicit
was, "What are you waiting for?" I pushed forward slowly to match her motion, and gradually I entered her
to the full length of my dick (which wasn't all that much -- I was,
remember, fourteen). When I was all the way in, I asked her how it felt. "It's really good," she said. "It doesn't hurt anymore, and it feels
kind of funny, but good." She paused and kissed me. "Get going," she
said with a laugh. Slowly then I pulled out, and slowly reentered. I did this several
times, each time a little faster. Finally Karen's hips started moving
with mine and she began panting hard. I was holding on, with Reward's
help, but I needed release too, so I began stroking harder and faster.
Karen's legs began to rise up as her hips thrust back at me, meeting
each stroke. "Oh yes, Tommy, yes," she hissed. Then, "So good, so good." With this encouragement, I redoubled my efforts, pounding down hard into
her pussy, which was thrusting upward at me, hungry for its first sperm.
Her breathing became ragged, coming in a series of gasps, as her arms
clenched around my back and her heels settled on my ass to push me
harder into her. She was straining hard for her ecstasy, and then it came in a series of
short cries accompanied by contractions through her body that milked the
sperm out of mine. After my long wait, I came with several huge blasts
that flooded her womb with my juice. We both lay silent for a long time, physically and emotionally
exhausted. Then Karen stirred under me and indicated that she had
finally noticed she was being crushed. I rolled off her, then reached
out to pull her to me with her head on my chest. Again we lay silent for a while, a silence finally broken when Karen
kissed me gently and looked in my eyes to say, " Thank you, Tommy. I'm
really glad it was you." I couldn't think of anything to say except, "I love you," which I
followed with a kiss. And again we fell into silence, both of us
contemplating what had happened and enjoying the special closeness of
cuddling after sex. Karen was again the one who broke the silence. She did this by starting to tickle me. It was Karen's misfortune at this
point to learn what others had learned before and since. I am absolutely
not ticklish, but I am on the other hand an absolutely devilish tickler.
She failed with my underarms, she failed down my ribs, and she failed
with my feet - all the usual spots. But, having incited me, she was now
fair game. As she was going after my feet, I sat up and reached under
her arms and began to lightly pass my fingers again and again over the
soft flesh there, trailing down the ribs below. She collapsed in a pile
of giggles. No mercy. I kept it up as her laughter had her gasping for breath, and
until she finally begged for mercy. Then I rolled her over to face me
and said, "I won, so now I get my prize," kissing her. When I pulled away from the kiss, Karen asked shyly, "Tommy, can we do
it again?" You may be assured that I didn't need to be asked twice. We were already
nicely positioned, with me on top, and I leaned down for another kiss.
Karen gathered me to her, and I lay on top of her, in the classic
missionary position, though for now we were just kissing and groping
each other. Soon, however, I was again migrating southward, kissing her ears and
neck (she loved that, I had learned) as my hand worked on her breast,
caressing and tweaking. This time she was well primed, with all her
fears resolved, and it took barely a touch to have her nipples popped
almost to full erectness. When I had kissed down to her breast, my hand headed for her pussy, this
time without any stalling. She was still well-lubed, of course, and in a
few seconds my finger was in her freshly-opened vagina, followed quickly
by the thumb on her clitoris, which didn't waste any time popping its
head out. Soon we had our rhythm going, as I suckled one breast, played with the
other, and stroked her vagina and her clit as she fucked her hips up at
my hand. Unexpectedly, though, Karen pulled my head away from her breast and
kissed me. Then she asked, blushing slightly, "Tommy, what you did
before, you know, when you kissed me down there?" she asked hesitantly.
"Could you do it again?" I grinned. Of course I had planned on a repeat. "Why, did you like it?"
I asked teasingly. "Omigosh, it felt so good." She knew now I was going to do it, but did
some little girl pleading for fun. "Pleeease do it again," she asked
whiningly, then laughed. "Anything you want," I answered. And with another kiss I was gone,
headed for the Y. Instead of the extreme reluctance with which she met
my last visit to her crotch, Karen now spread her legs wide and looked
on expectantly as I prepared to dive in. First though, I took a good look at her pussy, checking out her vagina,
fresh from its first fucking. There was a faint glistening of some
leftover semen, but there was no blood visible, nor any on the sheets --
perhaps Reward had cleaned it up, perhaps she just hadn't bled much. "Please, Tommy," she begged. I noticed she was blushing -- embarrassed
to be so exposed. Her clit was erect, and I touched it lightly with the tip of my tongue,
drawing a shudder from Karen. Then I moved away from it, and began
exploring her vagina. I inserted my tongue and speared it into her. She
drew in her breath and pushed her hips forward, trying to get me in
deeper. I tasted the salty tang of my semen, mixed nicely with her
juices. After a while I withdrew from her crotch, much to her disappointment,
and kissed around the inside of her thighs and back onto the edges of
her slit, meanwhile keeping her hips in motion by fingering her vagina
and occasionally rubbing her clit. When I got back near to her hole, she grabbed my head to make sure I
didn't get away again. I didn't intend to. After teasing her a bit, I
again speared her vagina and got her hips moving faster. Her feet were
on my back now, her hands on my head, as every bit of her concentration
was focussed on her crotch. She was ready, I knew, and now I began
stroking her clit -- one, two, three times I swiped the length of my
tongue over its sensitive head, each time driving her a little higher,
until the fourth swipe drove her over the edge. This time there were no fireworks; it was just more of a general
relaxation. Every muscle in her body had been tensed as she sought her
climax. Then she got it and everything relaxed at once. She let go of my
head as her arms dropped to her side, her legs fell back, and her head
lolled to one side on the pillow. She almost looked asleep. But not for long. As she stirred, I pulled myself up and lay next to her
on the pillow, gathering her in my arms for a nice post-orgasmic cuddle. After a short rest, Karen kissed my cheek and said softly, "That was so
nice, I think I'm gonna like doing that a lot." "Not with just anybody I hope?" I said in mock-surprise. "Tommy!" she said in horror. Then seeing that I'd been joking, she
frowned. "That wasn't very nice," she said. "I'm sorry," I replied contritely. I kissed her lips and breast. "Am I
forgiven?" "Of course," she giggled. "How could I not forgive someone who can make
me feel like that?" Then she got a serious expression. "A girl told me
once," she said speculatively, "that girls sometimes do that to boys." I nodded. She touched my cock, making it jump. She drew back her hand
and touched it again, then took it tentatively in her hand. It was the
first time she had touched it. "Do you want me to?" she asked softly. "I'd like it," I said, "but you don't have to." She looked dubiously at the cock in her hands. It was obvious her mind
was in turmoil. She really didn't think she'd like taking it in her
mouth. On the other hand, she felt she owed it to me, and she also was
in the mood to try new things. A look of determination came over her sweet face. "How 'bout if I just
try it -- you won't mind if I quit?" "No, I won't mind," I smiled at her. "If you don't like it, stop." She smiled at me, though she still looked a little worried about what
she was about to do. Then she crouched over my crotch and looked for a
while at the cock in her hand. Looking back at me again, she closed her
eyes and put it in her mouth. Needless to say, it was not one of the really great blowjobs, but she
tried valiantly, sucking hard after getting over her initial fears.
While she was sucking, I made motions to get her to move into the
sixty-nine position. She quickly understood and complied
enthusiastically. While she gave me her first blowjob, I played with her pussy a bit,
languidly fingering her and giving her clit a few licks, just to keep
her at a high pitch. We didn't do it long, however, because I could tell
she wasn't too much into the sucking, and we were both ready for a fuck. When I could see that she was tiring, I pulled away from her pussy. I
didn't need to say anything, she turned around and placed her head on my
shoulder. I thanked her and she smiled happily, pleased to have pleased
me. "Can we do it now?" she whispered, kissing my ear. "Okay," I said, "but why don't you get on top this time?" "Can we do it that way?" she asked, genuinely surprised. "Let's try," I answered. She looked doubtful, but swung a leg over me and stretched her pussy
over my cock. When they rubbed together, she groaned in pleasure and
rubbed back and forth a couple times on it. I told her to put it in, and
she reached between her legs and placed it in her vagina. This is a
process that I always enjoy watching. I then urged her to squat over my crotch -- she quickly got the idea and
began gliding up and down on my cock, enjoying the control she had over
the pace. Soon she was completely lost in what she was doing, her eyes
closed and a look of deep concentration on her face. As she leaned
forward I had the double pleasure of playing with her little breasts
while watching my cock disappear and reappear as she slowly rode it. I loved twisting and tweaking her nipples, and she seemed to like it as
well, leaning forward to let me do more of it. Gradually, of course, her
legs tired and she stopped squatting, lowering her legs to lie on top of
me. For a while we stopped fucking almost completely, as she lay on me
and we kissed and stroked each other, merely wiggling our crotches and
grinding them together. We were both tired after hours of almost nonstop sex, and when I rolled
her on her back she lay almost motionless, clearly very much aroused but
too tired to respond. I stroked into her as hard as I could and she
gradually began to move her hips again, almost involuntarily. A few more
strokes and we both came with just a gentle shudder. We lay in each other's arms for a long time, locked in love. Then I got
up and said, "I'd probably better go, your parents will be home soon."
She glumly agreed, unwilling to give up this magic night, but aware that
I was right, and also that she was in any case too tired to do anything
more. Four orgasms on her first night of sex can do that to a girl. It took a long time to get dressed and get to the door, since we kept
getting distracted. Eventually however, after many, many last kisses, I
walked the short distance home. When I got there, the clock read 9:30. It was obvious that Dad had told
Mom not only about my exploits in the game, but that I had walked little
Karen Waner home. They both were grinning as I came in, having laughed,
no doubt, about their little boy growing up. "Hey, Tommy," said Mom, giving me a kiss, "Dad tells me you were the big
star tonight." "Yeah," I agreed laconically. "I'm glad," she replied. "Did you have fun with Karen?" "Yeah," I agreed again. "That's good," she said. "She's a nice girl." "Yeah." And I went to bed. Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com
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