Chapter 2

My mother was out when I arrived home. She works as a nursing auxiliary and that week-end she was on duty working two 12 hour shifts. I was glad to have the house to myself and following a shower I devoured a couple of chicken legs cold from the fridge and went wearily to bed. The next morning I was sitting alone in the kitchen munching toast and mulling over the events of the previous day when I heard the tinkle of a bicycle bell followed by the sound of the back gate opening. To my surprise it was my half cousin Debbie. She lived on the other side of town and I had not seen her for almost a year.

“Hi Richard,” she said breathlessly, “I just got a new bike for my birthday.”

“Oh, many happy returns!” I replied. “You’re fifteen now aren’t you?”

“Thought I’d try it out and come over to see you and aunt Dolly.”

“She’s at work today ... sorry I didn’t send you a card ... clean forgot.”

She was looking quite flushed and I guessed she had pedalled hard in the 4 mile ride. I poured her some tea as she pulled off the loose jumper she was wearing. I was surprised to see that her tits had grown quite a bit since I’d last seen her. Two big, clearly defined cones, high on her chest, pointed forward most provocatively. We talked for a while about school and other things and I began to realise how pretty she was. She had dark, almost black hair, deep violet eyes and a sweet bow of a mouth.

“You’ll never guess what happened to me Richard ... just last week ... if I tell you won’t say anything... ?”

“Don’t be silly, you know I can keep my mouth shut,” I replied.

“Well...” she began, drawing in a deep breath. I noticed her points once again. “ ... I was on my way home from school, walking, ‘cos my old bike really is beyond further use. I took a short cut down Milford Lane, it’s very narrow you know. A car came towards me and stopped. A man got out and asked for directions to Hobbit Green. Well, as I was explaining ... you’ll never guess!” She hesitated.

“He did a double somersault over the bonnet.” I said grinning.

“Oh. tsk ... Don’t be silly!” she said crossly. “He unbuttoned his trousers and pulled out his ... thingy.”

“Really?” I exclaimed, “Right in front of you?”

“Yes he was no more than 5 feet away ... then he started rubbing it and it came up bigger ... he kept saying he wouldn’t hurt me and he just wanted me to watch then ... you’ll never guess what happened,” She looked at me wide eyed and with rising excitement. “A load of white stuff came out of his thingy.”

“He wanked himself off!”

“Is that what he did?” she asked innocently. “Why Richard?”

“Well it’s a very pleasant sensation ... all men do it.”

“He looked as if he was in pain!” she replied.

“Were you frightened?” I asked.

“No not really ... I just didn’t understand what was happening.”

I was conscious that I was only wearing my pyjamas and I felt the first stirrings in my cock whilst she told me all this. She asked me if the white stuff was sperm and if that was how babies were made. We talked around the incident for a few minutes and then she asked.

“Do you do it?”

“What, wank off? yes of course I do.” My cock was growing rapidly talking to her like that and I was dying to have a feel of her tits. “Do you want to watch me do it?”

“What, now?” she asked wide eyed.

“Yes now, I’ll wank off if you want to see it happen again.”

“OK,” she said hesitantly.

Standing up I pulled my pyjama opening aside and showed her my throbbing prick. She gasped and went brick red in the face. Wide eyed she thrust her clenched fist to her mouth and stared like a mesmerised rabbit at my purple knob.

“Let’s go upstairs,” I ordered, leading the way to my bedroom with my cock pointing to the ceiling. I removed my pyjama trousers showing her my balls. She was trembling noticeably as we sat side by side on my bed. Without asking I slid my free hand under her T shirt and felt her tits. They were about the size of grapefruit with tiny pink nipples. They were soft as silk but quite firm and contrasted markedly with the huge mammaries I’d played with the previous evening. Stopping for a second I took her tiny hand and guided it to my bollocks. “Just play with them gently.” I instructed. My erection increased and within seconds I was ready to shoot. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! ... watch Debbie ... watch it all shoot out.” Great jets of spunk flew from my knob end as Debbie gasped in astonishment.

I had placed a newspaper on the floor and Debbie stared in wonder as gobs of cock-cream splattered all over a photograph of Prime Minister Harold McMillan.

“Oh gosh Richard,” she exclaimed, “What a lot ... I’d no idea... ‘the man’ spurted with such force.” I sat gently pulling my foreskin back and forth as she watched with obvious interest.

“Well,” I asked, “Did you like watching me wank off?”

“Oh yes” she replied,” I’ve often wondered what happened ... and I’m a bit surprised by the size of your dick.”

“Do you think I’ve got a big one?” I asked.

“I’ve seen baby-dicks when they’ve had their nappies changed ... I can’t imagine how something that big could go in my ... my...” she hesitated.

“Pussy” I replied. “All you have to remember Debbie is not let anyone shoot that stuff into you, mind you.” I continued, with the wisdom of Solomon “There is a safe period, but I’m not really sure when that is ... I’ll find out for you.”

“I bet you’d like to put it in me ... wouldn’t you?”

“Of course I would ... but we can still have fun playing sex games ... anyway I have a woman I can fuck anytime.”

“You haven’t ... have you?” a note of jealousy had crept into her voice. I was tempted to tell her about my session with Jenny in the back of the car. “I’ll bet you haven’t ... you’re just bragging ... have you ... I mean ever?”

“What ... fucked a woman ... course I have ... don’t you go saying anything to anyone.”

She promised not to and I knew her well enough not to worry on that score. I began caressing her legs and gradually inched my hands up under her skirt. She made no move to stop me; so taking her hand I guided it onto my prick. She grasped it with her fingers and gazed down as it began to respond to her touch.

“I bet Melanie Hobson would like to play with this.” she said.

“Who’s she?” I asked as I stroked her silky smooth upper thighs.

“A girl at school ... she wanks off her brother ... she’s always talking about sex, and pricks and things.”

“What’s she like?” I enquired.

“Blonde ... a year older than me ... she’s not very pretty but she’s got bigger tits than me ... she already takes a 34 in bra!”

I made a mental note of her name, any girl who liked playing with pricks was of interest to me, I wondered if she was ready for fucking. The crotch of Debbie’s schoolgirl knickers was quite damp to my touch.

“Would you like to wank me off?” I asked, as I eased my fingers into the elastic of her knickers.

She didn’t answer but began easing my foreskin back and forth over my swelling knob end. Emboldened I slid my hand upwards and worked her knickers down over her beautiful buttocks. She stood up allowing me to pull them down her legs. She stepped out of them as I clenched her superb bum in both hands. She inhaled sharply as I gripped her flesh and ran my hands all around her firm warm cheeks.

“Oho: it’s so big Richard!” she exclaimed as she leaned forward grasping my cock. I eased her legs open and felt the slippery wet flesh at the top of her legs. She moaned slightly at my touch. Lifting her skirt I tucked the hem into the waistband and stared enthralled at her slit lightly covered in dark hair. On impulse I pulled her to me, bringing her slit into contact with my mouth. She smelled incredibly horny and tried to push my head away. I gripped her arse tightly and despite her protestations licked in as far as my tongue would go into the start of her pussy.

“What are you doing ... no please Richard ... Ooh, Oooooh ... Richard Oh ... jeez...” Unable to resist she opened her legs and I was able to just lick the slippery wet lips of her sweet cunt. My neck was beginning to ache so I eased her down onto the bed.

“Please ... gasp ... Don’t fuck me Richard.” she sobbed and I realised she was a little distressed.

“Don’t worry love.” I reassured her as I went back to licking her.

“Oh my God! Richard ... That’s so ... Oh god, Oh god.” She chanted as I brought her to an orgasm.

Once her spasms came to a halt, I stopped licking her and sat next to her on the bed.

“How’d that feel?”

“Oh my god Richard. I’ve never felt this way before. What did you do to me?”

“I gave you an orgasm, that’s all.”

Two weeks had passed since Melanie’s mother had discovered us mid-screw at the caravan. I was convinced she would not carry out her threat to take police action against me. I reasoned that she would be far more concerned with defending her daughters reputation and I had one factor in my favour: I could only have gone to the family caravan at Melanie’s invitation. I was surprised therefore when Melanie met me outside school with a sealed envelope from her mother. The note instructed me to go to the caravan the following Sunday failing which she would make a report to the police. I was not too troubled by the threat but I decided to comply with her instruction. I was surprised to see she was dressed in a floor length black gown and she seemed taller than I’d remembered.

“So you evil young bastard, you think you can fuck my daughter and get away with it? Well you can’t.” She looked at me through narrowed eyes heavily made up with mascara and eye shadow. Her nostrils flared indicating her anger and her lip-sticked mouth narrowed to a hard gash across her face. She was making great effort to make me feel intimidated but I made no comment, waiting to see what would happen next. “Well you can take my punishment or face the police ... what is it to be?”

“I’d rather not get involved with the police,” I answered.

“Right,” she took a deep intake of breath and reached for a cigarette from the packet on the table. “Remove your trousers ... and your underpants.”