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Boo, Part 1

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: phantasm Posted on: 31 Jan 2004 1 comments
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Boo was a young and very curious girl when we first met.Like many of my adventures, this one takes place a few years ago. Boo was a neighborhood kid, about 12 or 13 when we first met. She was pretty, very pretty, and had just started to develop. Her family was, in my opinion, pretty screwed up. They were into some weird fundamentalist religion, were extremely strict with her, taught her from an early age that sex was dirty. It got worse as she got older and began to develop. They put her in a really strict fundamentalist religious school that, among other things, believed that sex ed was the work of the devil. Her parents felt the same way and, as I was to learn, Boo was given absolutely NO sex ed at all, not even the basics of where babies come from. Needless to say, when she got older, she was absolutely not allowed to date or even go to the malls or movies with her friends. About the only thing she was allowed to do away from home, besides go to school and to church several times a week, was to visit with the family who lived right next door to me and, for some reason, her parents didn't seem to object to her coming over to talk with me every once in awhile when I was out on the deck.(I was single at the time, lived alone and not involved in a relationship, although I did have a couple of "friends with benefits"). Now I wasn't about to get involved with Boo or her family in any way. First, at least at the beginning, she was definitely underage (the age of consent was 16), and I certainly wasn't going to take advantage of her, nor did I have any desire to put myself in legal jeopardy. We did become friends, though, and over the years she would confide in me. As hard as her parents tried to isolate her from the real world, she still managed to have some girlfriends who knew more than she did about the realities of life. However, most of them didn't know all that much and some of the things they thought they knew were just plain wrong (for example, there was no way a girl could get pregnant the first time she had sex, a girl could get pregnant by letting a guy "shoot his seed" into her mouth and swallowing it and many other similarly erroneous things).Like any girl, Boo was curious about sex and, as she and I talked, she became more and more open about asking me about guys, dating, pregnancy, STDs and similar subjects. I always told her the truth and felt that somebody had to keep this kid from getting herself totally fucked up, not to mention let her know that sex was healthy, normal and pleasurable. Our conversations, while candid, were at first essentially "clinical," limited to what I'll term "sexual mechanics." My fantasies were a different story - I'll acknowledge to Boo's having a starring role on many occcasions. She was young, nubile, curious and definitely met the definition of "nymphet."One afternoon it started to rain when we were sitting on the deck and we went into the house and were sitting in the living room talking and the subject turned to sex. Boo was much more talkative than she had been before and was asking me a lot of questions. We discussed everything from orgasms to oral sex and she seemed to be quite fascinated. She had heard about these things, of course, from her friends and was asking more for confirmation than anything else. This conversation was to be the first of many and we became what you might call "co-conspirators" in her sexual education.This entire situation or relationship evolved over a period of about 3 or more years...I'm compressing the time and events to the most "interesting" of our visits and sex talks.Over time, our conversations became more candid. One afternoon that I remember, we talked about masturbation and she told me a few days later that she had "tried it and it was really awesome." I felt as if I had been responsible, in some small way, for her first orgasm. She became increasingly curious about my sex life and I answered her questions candidly, although I was careful not to reveal the identity of my girlfriends. She was also very curious about masturbation, wanting to know how often I did it, was it normal to "do it every night and sometimes more than that." She wanted to know how often I did it, if I ever let a girl watch me, did my "seed" come out - essentially, every detail. Several weeks after her first masturbatory orgasm we were having another of our "sex talks," as we had come to call them, and she asked me if it was really true that a guy's dick was so big when it got hard that it really, really hurt when a girl had sex the first time. I assured her that this was not necessarily true, that guys were of different sizes, as were girls, and that it all depended on how big the guy really was, how tight the girl was, if the guy knew what he was doing, how lubricated the girl was, etc. Boo then asked me, almost out of the blue, "How big is yours?" I hesitated for a moment, knowing that we were close to some imaginary boundary. But I knew that if I avoided the question, it wouldn't be consistent with the openness and honesty we had developed between us. So I told her. She was silent for a long time and then she asked, as I thought she might, "Can I see it?" (I should interject here that over time Boo had developed into a bit of a tease and a flirt and I was quite sure that had I said or done anything to initiate sexual contact between us, she would have responded eagerly. Now, with her asking to see my cock, we were definitely at a boundary and a crossroads. I must admit that I was feeling just a little bit aroused (she was, after all, becoming a very pretty young woman) and I made an impulsive decision that could have been the wrong one, but turned out to be okay. In short, I told her she could if she really wanted to. She said that she "really, really" did and so, with some hesitation, I zipped down my pants and took it out. By now it was about half-hard and Boo was quite fascinated as she watched it grow to its full size. She then asked if she could feel it and I certainly wasn't going to say no at this point, although I was not at all sure how much further I'd go.We were sitting on the couch together and she reached over and felt it, tentatively at first, with her thumb and one finger, just barely touching it. I didn't say a word and just let her do what she wanted to do. She stroked it up and down, moved it this way and that and examined it as if she were a student urologist. After several minutes (during which I was exercising every ounce of will power I possessed to keep from taking this situation further), she asked if she could "see all of it," meaning my balls. Again I was hesitant, but having my cock gently touched by a fascinated (not to mention fascinating) teenage nymphet was a powerful incentive. I stood up and took my pants all the way down. She looked at me very closely, her eyes never leaving my crotch. I sat back down and she again reached over and gently, tentatively touched my cock, then grasped it more deliberately and stroked it for a few seconds. "Is this the way you do it when you make yourself orgasm?" she asked. During earlier discussions about masturbation, I had told her the "mechanics" of how a guy jacks-off, so I told her that, yes, the way she was stroking me was how I jacked-off. She seemed satisfied with my answer and within a few minutes left to go home.About a week later, she came over again and asked if we could "go inside and talk some more." This was unusual for her to ask to go in the house and I felt pretty sure that sex was on her mind (as it's usually on the mind of anybody of that age) and I wasn't mistaken. Early in this conversation, I told her that I hoped that what we did the other day was still okay with her and that I didn't want her to think that I was trying to take advantage of her or anything. She actually laughed at my discomfort and told me to "quit worrying about it" and "if I can't ask you, who can I ask?" Then, bold as she was getting, she just came right out and said, "I'd like to see it again, too."Well, I was beginning to think that poor, shy little Boo was getting to be anything but. To make a long story short, she saw it again and this time she said she wanted to "see what it looks like when a guy gets an orgasm." Now we had definitely crossed the line and I had some very strong mixed emotions, but after she (and this is true) virtually begged me to show her, I did. I got some lube from my bedroom, then sat on the living room couch beside her, wearing only a t-shirt, my cock as hard as it had ever been. She watched, fascinated, as I stroked, slowly at first, then faster and faster. As I felt myself getting close to cumming, I slowed down and asked her if she liked watching. Her face was flushed, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. Her answer was more a sigh than a spoken word, "Uh-huh." She was bent over, her face just a few inches from my cock, watching intently. She put her hand on my thigh, slowly caressing me, as my hand moved faster and faster. Soon I was again at the brink and told her to sit back, then shot three long strings of cum, followed by several smaller spurts. For several seconds, perhaps as long as a minute or two, we were both silent, then she remarked, "Cool!", her only response. To be continued...