My Sexual Encounter Neighborhood Girl-Girl No. 3

Girl Number Three: Alicia was Kailyn's best friend. We almost never saw the two of them together, because they tended to ignore Lori when they WERE together. Alone, however, each came to our house at least twice a week, sometimes more. Alicia came to me for a different reason from the rest: she'd walked in on her mother and stepfather one day. They let her ask a few questions and touch a few body parts, but turned her away each time she wanted to know more. She, simply put, was not going to take no for an answer.

I awoke one morning to see Lori and Alicia on their knees on the bed, each on either side of me. (Lori had let a friend inside again; a habit I never did break.) The sheet covered me from about the navel down. To my horror, I noticed that the girls had ice cubes! Seriously, I have no clue where they got that idea... No, I didn't stop them. In fact, I pretended to remain asleep through their little game. It probably will come as no surprise that I got a raging hard-on in the process. Alicia noticed, and started rubbing her ice cube more toward my lower belly. Faking discomfort from the cold (not much of an act!), I moved my legs enough to grab some of the sheet between my toes.

Slowly, so as not to blow my cover (heh heh, pun intended), I pulled the sheet downward until I could just see the shaft of my penis under the receding tent. Again, Alicia noticed, and it was only moments before her head was lying on my belly to get a view of my erect cock. Needless to say, her ice cube found its way slightly southward. I moved a little more, again feigning discomfort, and the sheet fell over, exposing the whole of my meat to the early morning air. With nothing obstructing her view, Alicia lifted her head, and applied ice to my upper thighs. Pretending to be asleep never has been more difficult! "Lori, I need more ice," I heard Alicia say, and my daughter obediently went to get more. Once Lori had left the room, her eight-year-old friend lost her inhibitions and took my cock into her hand. It pulsed, and she jumped, startled. Satisfied that I was still "asleep", she resumed her inspection of my package, moving it around and looking at it from all angles until Lori returned. Guessing that Alicia wouldn't touch it again with my daughter present -- and, having had enough of the ice -- I pretended to begin waking up. Quickly, the sheet was pulled back over me, and the girls left the room, closing the door.

Over the next several weeks, it became obvious that Alicia was nowhere near as bold as Kailyn. A few times, I tried my favorite icebreaker, sitting where possible to allow my penis to poke from my shorts. Alicia glanced at it quickly a few times, then turned away as if embarrassed. A few more early mornings were different: the girls would gently tickle me (I'd told Lori that ice cubes were a no-no) as I lay in bed, pretending to be asleep. Each time, my increasingly erect penis would somehow show itself, and Alicia would study it as closely as she thought she could get away with while Lori was in the room.

When my daughter left, however, her older friend would fondle me again, as if thrilling in her forbidden game. Once, Lori decided to go outside to see if Kailyn was home (she could call out from across the street, but we didn't let her go over alone just yet). With my daughter gone, and me seemingly still asleep, Alicia actually kissed my throbbing cock; first the head, then the underside almost to my balls, and back to the head, all very tentatively. I figured it was time to take my chance. "Alicia?" I said, softly. She jumped backwards, almost falling off the edge of the bed. "That feels really good, honey, but we'd both get in trouble if anyone found out you're doing this." (I put a little extra emphasis on the word "you're". I didn't want her to know just yet that I'D be the one getting in the most trouble.) "I'm sorry, I just wanted to know what it felt like." "Did you ever feel one before?" I asked. "Yeah," she responded, sheepishly, "But he only let me touch it once.

He said he'd tell me more when I get older." "And... you don't want to wait, huh?" "Nuh uh." I tried to look thoughtful for a few moments before speaking up. "Tell you what," I started. "If you promise to keep it a secret between you and me" -- I was getting good at this -- "I'll let you ask questions and try things when you want to." She smiled. "But, listen," I finished, "if I think you're trying to go too far or do too much, you will trust me. I'm not going to let you hurt yourself, got it?" "How would I hurt myself?" "I suppose you saw someone doing 'sex things' and you wanted to learn, right?" I guessed. "Yeah huh." "Did you see his penis, like this one," I said, pointing to my own, "go inside anything?" "Yeah," she brightened a little, "it went inside my mama." Mentally, I patted myself on the back; I'd guessed right again. "Show me where," I said. Alicia pointed to her crotch. "Show it to me," I prompted. A bit embarrassed, she hiked up her little skirt, showing me her panty-clad pussy. "Get your finger all wet with your mouth," I suggested, and she complied. "Now, move your underwear out of the way, and try to put your finger in where his penis went." Alicia pulled her panties to one side and slid her finger inside her little hole about half an inch, and she jumped; whether in surprise or pain, I wasn't sure. "That's how you could hurt yourself," I explained.

"Most girls your age... well, your little hole is too small to put anything inside. If you want, though," I continued, baiting the hook, "I can show you other things grownups like to do." Again, her face brightened. At that moment, Lori came back inside, announcing that Kailyn was nowhere to be found. Alicia pulled down her skirt, and I adjusted the sheet over my near-painful hard-on, our lesson over for now. Except, Lori wasn't quite ready to let the issue die just yet. "Your penis is hard again, Daddy, isn't it?" she asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "Yes," I said in a pretend- scolding manner, "and you're not supposed to be looking at it, are you?" Lori giggled; Alicia looked a bit nervous. I sighed, a bit too obviously. "Well," I began, and let the word linger in the air for a few seconds. "I guess I won't tell anybody if you won't." "Okay," came two little voices, and our secret was cemented. ~~ True to my word, I let Alicia proceed at her own pace. In fact, she didn't broach the subject again for almost two months until, one day, she happened to mention something she saw her stepfather doing. "Isn't that gross?" she asked, when I explained what his tongue was doing between her mother's legs. "Not if you keep yourself clean," I started. "In fact, some women prefer that to having a penis inside of them." "Nuh uh," she challenged. "Yeah huh," I kidded back. "You want me to prove it?" "How?" "Are you clean?" I asked. "Yeah," came an uncertain response. I dropped the bomb. "May I try it?" Alicia's eyes got so wide, I thought they would bug out. She looked slowly from my face toward her little pussy and back, glancing off to one side a couple of times as if looking for reassurance from some unseen person.

It was her turn to make a deal. "Um, okay," Alicia answered, "but if I don't like it, you stop, okay?" I led her to the couch and she lay down, hiking up her skirt. I reached to pull off her panties, and she stopped me. "No, I want them on." "But," I started, and thought better of it. I didn't want to say I couldn't do it that way, and give Alicia an excuse to change her mind. Instead, I pulled her cotton crotch gently to one side and began by kissing the slightly fatty area around her delicious juicy slit. "That tickles," she protested. "A good tickle, or a bad tickle?" I prompted. Alicia giggled. "A good one, I guess." I grinned, and went back to planting gentle kisses all over her soft vulva. She had an unusually long slit for a 14-year-old - - based on my modest experience -- and I figured her little hole would stretch, with enough patience. That was not my goal now, however, and back to kissing I went. Slowly, my tongue got in on the act; tracing a very gentle line up her young crack, I stopped at her small pink clit, only now beginning to extend slightly from her folds. With soft strokes, I flicked my tongue back and forth on her growing button, and Alicia jumped, squealing. "Wow, what was that?" "That's your little pleasure spot," I explained. "It's why many women like their partners to kiss their -- uh, pussies."

To that point, I had no idea what words Alicia had learned about her body parts, so I figured I'd better be careful. "Sometimes," I finished, "a woman doesn't feel that spot being tickled just right with only a penis inside her." "Oh," she responded, and fell silent for a few moments. "Do that again!" I grinned. My tongue found its way back to Alicia's slit, and I used the hand that wasn't holding her panties aside to open her little love channel a bit. Tasting the pulp of her young delicious fruit for the first time, I reveled once again in the youthful sweetness of a fresh teenage girl. Perhaps more addictive than any narcotic, it was at this moment that I knew I was irreversibly attracted to young teenage girls. Alternating between long, slow licks along her inner pussy lips and quick flicks at her clitoris, I felt Alicia begin to tremble, and the muscles in her legs began to twitch.

My little lover was close, and I let her have it: An all-out assault on her little swollen button. A tiny gurgle moan escaped her lips as her hands found the back of my head and pushed hard, instinctively trying to increase the friction pushing her to the brink. Her pelvis jerked upward suddenly, trapping my upper lip between her mons and my teeth, drawing blood. Through a slight haze of pain, I continued my tongue-lashing of her engorged clit, bringing her to the very height of her newfound pleasure. It seemed like minutes passed before she finally collapsed. "Ow," she said, "that hurts." I showed her my swelling lip. "I'm sorry, you caught me by surprise, and my teeth kind of got in the way," I offered. "I'll try to be ready next time." "Your lip's bleeding." "It's okay," I soothed, "don't worry about it.

So," I continued, "what do you think? Do you know why your mom likes that now?" "Yeah, that was kinda weird, but it really felt good, except for your teeth," Alicia smiled. "Do boys like that, too?" Do they ever, I thought. "Well, you saw your mom do it, right? Isn't that why you kissed mine before?" "Yeah." "What did you see your mom do?" I prodded yet again. "Well," Alicia hesitated; she seemed almost embarrassed again. "She put it in her mouth. I thought it looked kinda yucky." "Did you think it was yucky when you kissed mine?" She giggled, "I guess not." "You want to try it a little on me?" "Um, okay." I leaned back into the couch, pulling my shorts to one side. Not that I needed to; my pulsing meat already was exposed to the world. "First, wet kiss it all over like you did before." Alicia repeated her exploration from a couple of months ago, kissing first the head, then the shaft, and back up to the head. "Use your tongue up and down the whole length," I offered. Alicia hesitated a moment, then slathered her tongue up the base of the shaft up to the head. "Like that?" "Mm, that's great," I said, trying to be supportive. "Try to flick your tongue up and down when you do it." She tried, but it didn't feel any different. "Flick it-- wait, let me see your finger a sec." Alicia offered me her finger and, using my tongue, I demonstrated the technique that would drive me nuts.

"Oh, okay," she said as the light went on, and she tried again with her own tongue on the sensitive underside of my turgid meat. I felt a shiver climb my spine; she got it. "Ohhhhhh, yeah, perfect." Alicia continued flicking her tongue all over my cock and even down to my balls, again eliciting shudders from somewhere within my being. I was hoping she was ready for the next step. "Put it in your mouth," I commanded, gently. Her questioning look brought a nod from me, and she allowed the head past her lips. "Take it in as far as you're comfortable with, and keep using that terrific tongue," I coaxed, smiling. Before long, Alicia was taking about half of my modest length, using her hands along the rest, no doubt mimicking her mother.

Just then, Lori's movie ended, she bounded out of her bedroom to the sight of another friend giving daddy head. "Hey, that's what Kai--" she started until I motioned for her to stop. Alicia stopped, embarrassed yet again, and I told her that Lori had seen it before, too, and it was okay. Alicia shook her head, and sat back on the couch. Apparently, she was not one for an audience. I kissed the top of her head, whispered, "That's alright, we'll do it your way," and headed for the bathroom. ~~ It was like being with two different people; when Lori was in the room, Alicia would all but ignore me, but she'd open up like a flower when we were alone. Unfortunately, her own little flower refused to open.

Desperate one day to try what she'd seen her mother and stepfather doing, Alicia asked me to put my penis inside her. Trying not to laugh, I suggested we see if my finger would fit in first. It wouldn't; no matter how slowly I moved or how much I tried to distract her, she couldn't relax enough to allow even my little finger in past the first knuckle. Alicia was crushed, but I had an idea. "Some women like to try it in a hole that stretches better," I offered, and pushed her legs up higher over her head on the couch. Bathing my finger in spit, I played gently with her rectum for several seconds, letting her get over the initial shock, until I felt her sphincter relax. Slowly, my finger slid in until it was buried to the hilt.

"How does that feel?" I asked. "I d'know," came the response. Clearly, she wasn't in any pain, so I began a methodical pumping of my finger, slowly at first, then picking up speed. Alicia's face was flushed, and her breathing quickened. Leaning in to wet a second finger -- quite the challenge, I might add -- I continued the slow stretching of her anus. Once the third finger had entered the fray, I knew she was ready. Instead of leaving her and retrieving some KY -- and perhaps allowing her sphincter time to close -- I used plenty of saliva on the length of my cock, hoping that would be enough at least to get things started. Gradually, I slid out my fingers and replaced them with the head of my pounding meat.

As I'd hoped, I entered her with no difficulty, sliding back and forth, penetrating a bit more with each stroke. Alicia's eyes were closed, but gently, and her mouth formed a little "o" as if the new sensation was agreeable, if not stimulating. Rather than ruin the moment, I kept quiet, and slid my cock almost all the way back out, and in again. As if by instinct, her hand found its way to her little pussy and began a gentle massage. All six-and-a-half inches of my modest meat slid from her rectum and back, much to Alicia's silent delight, until the saliva wore off, and the movement began to hurt a bit. "I've got an idea," I said to my little lover, and picked her up by her back. "Hold on," I suggested, as I walked to the bathroom with her still impaled upon my cock, her arms around my neck. Retrieving the KY (bought one day when I tried unsuccessfully to convince my wife to try anal sex) from the medicine cabinet, I started toward the couch and, thinking better of it, turned to my bedroom. My wife was at work, and Lori was deeply engrossed in another video.

Carefully squeezing the slick jelly onto the exposed length of my penis, I worked slowly again, allowing the lubricant to make its way up inside Alicia's intestines a bit at a time. Placing her feet on my shoulders, I started a gentle rhythm, thrusting evenly in and out of her asshole. Alicia began humming, literally, and her hand was back at her pussy in no time. Within seconds, she was making a noise that was neither a scream nor a hum, and her body began shaking almost violently. That sent me over the edge, too, exploding inside her rectum with a force I'd never known. I kept pumping even after emptying my prostate, it seemed; finally collapsing in a heap onto my elbows,

hoping to keep the bulk of my weight off my little lover. "Wow! What was that?" Alicia asked. "That, honey," I panted, "is called an orgasm. That's why adults do this." "Oh, fuck," she said, undoubtedly repeating her mother. "Let's do that again." "No way," I said in mock protest, "I'm too pooped!" "Not right now, silly!" ~~

To this day, I wonder who got Alicia's cherry, if anyone; she's too horny to say "no", but too shy to say "yes". We were able to ass-fuck several more times until my family had to move, since I'd found a better job 500 miles away. Amazingly, Alicia stayed true to form; she was at her most emotional when saying goodbye to Lori. My wife and I got no more than cursory hugs. ~~