Sex Practice with Paula

Johnny, age 16, has a friend with a naive but sexy 14-year-old sister, Paula. She has a boyfriend who is demanding sex. Paula asks Johnny for some pointers!

“Do you like sex, Johnny?” Paula asked me. Apparently, it was a serious question.

“Yes. Of course, I do. I’m a perfectly normal 16-year-old boy,” I replied to my friend’s little sister, who was not so little anymore. Paula Garrison had recently turned 14. Her brother, Neal, had been a friend of mine since we were classmates in the second grade.

I, Johnny Murphy, was visiting the Garrison household on the first Saturday in April 1980. The day before, Neal and I had made plans to watch the baseball Game of the Week telecast and then maybe hit some tennis balls afterwards at a nearby public court if the weather was agreeable. The Garrisons lived about six blocks from where I did.

I arrived a little bit early, while Neal had gone to a nearby convenience store to buy us some snacks and drinks. Paula let me inside the house, as she had done dozens of times over the years. Paula was not the brightest penny in the jar, but she was pleasant, outgoing, and quite cute in her own way. She had become cuter in my eyes in the 24 months when she started to blossom at hyper-speed. Paula went from being nearly a flat-chested 12-year-old to a rather shapely 14-year-old in the space of two years. She, in fact, was better built than most of my female classmates who were two years older than she was.

One of the males in my homeroom, a boy named Roger Fredericks, had noticed what I had about Paula. I never thought too highly of him. He came from a well-to-do family and was a bit too haughty for my liking. Roger saw Paula on the first day of school and went out of his way to be helpful to her. He showed her around the school, answered her questions, and provided other general courtesies. Of course, his goal was to have Paula as a trophy girlfriend—and then hop into the sack with her and give her a good fucking. (I suppose I could hardly fault him for that normal carnal desire!) By the end of her first day at Central Springs High School, freshman Paula had a rich, handsome junior as her boyfriend—and undoubtedly was the envy of a great many of her female classmates.

That was seven months ago. Usually, Paula and I engaged in small talk if we were alone. The topic was never anything serious or scholarly as Paula would have likely been hard pressed to name five countries in the world. Today, I sensed that Paula was slightly pensive, so I asked how things were going between her and Roger. Instead of answering my question, she asked me the one that led off this story. It surprised me. There had never been any sort of sexual content in any discussion we had ever had.

After I informed Paula that I liked sex as much as the next guy, she said, “I thought so, Johnny. My boyfriend is Roger Fredericks. You know him, right? He wants to have sex with me. He’s always suggesting it. I’m not sure if I’m ready for that, but I don’t want to risk losing him. He’s such a handsome guy that 20 girls would likely line up to take my place instantly if we broke up.”

“So, what does that have to do with me liking or not liking sex?” I asked her.

Paula hesitated for a moment and said, “Since I’ve never had sex with a boy before, I was thinking that maybe I should practice with someone familiar, so I know what to expect.”

Obviously, I was the someone whom Paula had in mind. I was flattered—and excited.

“I gather I’m the guy you want to practice sex with, Paula. Is that right?” She nodded vigorously and smiled at me.

“Well, sweet Paula, I’d be delighted!” I told her. I took her by the hand and continues, “I’ve always liked you and I think you are a very girl.” (I left out the key part about only being attracted to her once her tits had started to grow rapidly.) “But we can’t do it right now, of course. Your parents are both home and Neal should be back from the convenience store any minute. How about we do this tomorrow at my place? I have no siblings and my parents are visiting out-of-town friends for the entire weekend. I could spend uninterrupted hours and hours pleasing you with my dick.” I always was the optimistic type.

“I’d like that, Johnny!” Paula replied. She gave me a quick hug and then saw through the window that her brother heading toward the door with two large plastic bags in his hands. “Oh, here comes Neal. I’ll leave the room now, but, yes, I’ll be at your place tomorrow sometime around 1 p.m. The address is 98 Blackberry Lane. Is that right, Johnny?

I confirmed that it was and I opened the door for my incoming friend.

“Ah, you beat me here, Johnny,” he said. “I assume Paula let you in.”

“Yes, she did, as usual” I confirmed.

Neal joked, “I’m sure you two passed the time waiting for me to return by discussing the problems in the Middle East or the rise of the anti-communism movement in Poland.”

I chuckled and said, “You were close, Neal. We spent a few minutes talking about her boyfriend, Roger Fredericks.”

“I don’t like that guy,” Neal immediately stated. “He’s arrogant—and I’m worried. I think he’s just using Paula for someone easy to screw. She’s not very worldly, obviously. In fact, she’s quite naïve. Johnny, I wish you were Paula’s boyfriend instead of Roger. At least you’re a decent guy. You have some morals, and you are likable. Honestly, Johnny, I wouldn’t mind if you screwed Paula seven days a week.”

“Jeez, Neal, I might just have to try to woo Paula if you are that open-minded about it,” I said.

That specific discussion ended right there. Neal grabbed the remote control and turned on the TV set about ten seconds before the Baseball Game of the Week telecast began. Paula’s name did not come up again in our many conversations during the rest of that day—but I was certainly looking forward to 1 p.m. on Sunday.

Part Two

Since Paula had told me that she would be arriving around 1 p.m., I prepared for her to be on my doorstep as early as 12:30. I had spent most of the time I was allegedly watching the baseball game with Neal planning how I was going to ravage his sister. My parents had a king-size bed, which I thought would be an ideal screwing venue. I also planned to use this pseudo teacher-student situation to my fullest advantage. No matter what I did in bed with Paula, I could pass it off as a learning experience for something Roger might try with her. My personal sexual history was rather spotty, although it dated back to the fifth grade. (I was an early starter.) It peaked when I was in the eighth-grade. There was a sixth-grade girl named Donna who had a wild reputation for doing any sort of sex act with virtually any older boy who asked her. Therefore, I had achieved quite a few feats with Donna that would be the envy of a typical 20-year-old male. However, my high school years had been basically an unintended exercise in celibacy.

I had just finished organizing a few things for the afternoon’s fun when I heard a sharp knock at my door. The clock read 12:46 p.m. Paula was 14 minutes early. I took that as a sign that she was eager to begin—which was definitely a positive thing.

“I’m so glad it was you who answered the door, Johnny,” she said with a loud exhale. “I was afraid that your parents might have come home early from their trip.”

“Nope,” I replied. “They’re gone. I’m here by myself—until now. Let me prove to you that no one else is here.”

I grabbed Paula by her waist—she was about 5’3”—and lifted her off the ground so I could give her a passionate smooch. I was nearly six feet tall, so I had to raise her up quite a way to do that. Our lips were locked for about 20 seconds—then I set her down. I studied Paula for a moment. She had made an effort to dress well, and I noticed how very pretty she was. She was wearing a red blouse and a white skirt and red knee socks—a girlish touch that I always found to be sexy. Her chestnut hair descended below her shoulders.

“You are lovely in that outfit, Paula,” I told her honestly. “It’s almost a shame you won’t have it on very much longer.” Paula giggled at my little joke.

“I’ve been looking forward to this meeting since we planned it yesterday, Johnny,” Paula said.

“I have, too, Paula,” I concurred. “You are one sexy 14-year-old girl and it’s my job to give you the best sex lesson possible. My parents have a huge bed. That’s where I’m going to give you the most intense fucking that I’ve ever given any girl. Does that sound alright to you, Paula?” I asked.

“Of course, Johnny! That’s why I arrived at your house early!” she informed me. “You can begin pleasing me with your dick at any time now!”

I liked Paula’s obvious eagerness. Without any further discussion, I lifted Paula into my arms and merrily carried her to my parents’ spacious bedroom. A few seconds later I set her down on the center of the bed and snuggled up beside her. Despite my eagerness to undress my friend’s sister into her birthday suit, I did not rush things. I enjoyed just cuddling with this high school freshman. She felt warm and wonderful in my arms. Quick, playful kisses gradually became long passionate ones.

“You’re a great kisser, Johnny!” Paula exclaimed.

“It all depends on the recipient!” I told her. I don’t think Paula understood the last word in my sentence. She nevertheless smiled. I added, “If Roger doesn’t treat you like this, he’s a fool and not worth your time—no matter how handsome or rich he might be.”

Paula made no comment, so I declared, “It’s time for some serious sexual activity!” I undid her pretty blouse as nimbly as I could. Paula deftly removed her skirt and shoes. Within moments, she was lying beside me in a pale-blue brassiere, panties of a similar shade, and those cute knee socks which oddly captivated and aroused me. My libido was at a high level, but I stopped the pleasant task of disrobing Paula, so she could do the same to me.

“I’m just speaking for myself, Paula,” I told her, “but it’s a safe assumption that most males enjoy being undressed by their female lovers. So, you should do that for me.”

“Sure, Johnny!” Paula cheerfully agreed. I hadn’t dressed any better than I had for a typical Sunday afternoon. I was wearing old jeans and a sweatshirt. I figured what was the point in my dressing in a spiffy manner for just a few moments of foreplay. I rose to my knees. Paula removed my sweatshirt that featured the name of a Big-10 university. I loosened my belt and undid the metal clasp of my jeans. Paula took it from there, unzipping the fly. I stopped her so I could remove my shoes to allow my jeans to come off completely. My briefs did little to hide my full erection. I was certainly ready for action!

“Paula,” I suggested, “I’ll undo your bra while you slide my underwear down my thighs, okay?” Paula nodded as I reached around her and took care of that task. She made no expression as I exposed her terrific tits. She was totally focused on my erection—which I took as a compliment. It was average in the length department, and maybe—just maybe—a bit thicker than the average 16-year-old male’s dick.

“So that’s what an erection looks like up close, huh?” Paula stated. “Wow! I like it. I’d only seen pictures of erections in school textbooks.”

“Touch it. Squeeze it. Play with it. Do what you want with it,” I told my enthralled bedmate. “Meanwhile, I’ll enjoy your luscious boobs, Paula. They’re irresistible objects!”

Paula followed my advice and began to slowly stroke my dick. I immediately became fixated on her sexy tits. They were great—especially for a 14-year-old to possess. They were round firm and had small areolas—which I preferred. I cupped them, squeezed them, and used my thumbs to fondle her lovely nipples which became rock-hard within seconds. I was about to suck on Paula’s left breast when Paula leaned forward. Soon I felt a wonderful sensation. Paula had placed my penis into her mouth and was sucking and licking it, switching back and forth randomly.

“Ooh, you do that very well for a newcomer!” I complimented her.

“Thanks, Johnny” she said after removing my manhood from her mouth. “I was just going to ask you how I was doing. I could do this with Roger. I think I’d like doing it, too.”

The last comment irked me, so I reminded Paula of the obvious. “Hey, I’m the guy having sex with you at the moment, not Roger. Paula, I’ll not mention or compare other girls to you. Will you avoid mentioning Roger to me.”

“Alright. That seems like a fair deal, I suppose,” she agreed. “Can I get back to sucking your dick, Johnny? I was enjoying myself.”

“Absolutely!” I said with enthusiasm. I took the liberty of changing positions on the bed so that I was lying on my back. Paula kneeled between my legs and resumed the act of fellation with great alacrity. It was marvelous! Like a good student, she occasionally stopped to ask me questions, such as if it were more enjoyable for me when she sucked on my rod or licked it. I advised her to freely use her hands, too, especially on my testicles. She thanked me for the feedback and advise. This sex teaching was proving to be a lovely hobby, far better than collecting coins or stamps.

Fearing that I was going to lose control at any moment, I told Paula, “I’m afraid I’ll come in your mouth. I don’t want to do that.”

“What’s so bad about that?” she asked me, momentarily ceasing her sensual licks of my shaft.

It was a reply I had not foreseen. I said, “Well, nothing, I suppose. I want to save my come for your pussy, though.”

“I’ll be here for a while. Can’t you do both? You can come in my mouth then come in my pussy later, Johnny. I want to know what sperm tastes like.”

I laughed and noted, “If you say so, Paula, honey. I’m here to please you.” I did switch to a standing position slightly at the rear of the bed where Paula could still work her magic on her knees from the very end of it. About 60 seconds later, I warned Paula of my impending sperm eruption. “You asked for it, Paula, so here it comes! I suspect it’s going to be a big one.”

I was absolutely right! My ejaculation was enormous and moan-inducing. I counted four sizeable shots of goo exiting my dick and filling Paula’s cute mouth, plus a few minor drips after that. “Down the hatch it goes, honey!” I told her. “Hey, that’s what you asked for!” I estimate about 80 percent of it did, which required three gulps from my 14-year-old lover. The other 20 percent of my love juice slowly trickled out of her mouth and down her chin. It was a very sexy sight! I wanted to give her every possible morsel, so I was kept busy catching my jism with my fingers and returning it to her mouth as quickly as I could. Paula pronounced it “delicious.” I couldn’t help giving her a long kiss even though remnants of my cum shot were still on her lips.

My dick became flaccid—which Paula noticed. She had a concerned look on her face. Before she had a chance to verbalize them, I told her, “Don’t worry, Paula. That’s just a temporary condition after a guy ejaculates. Its hardness will return. It just takes time—and that time I will use wisely by enjoying your super sexy body!

I embraced Paula and gently placed her on her back so I could resume playing with her tits without further delay. A few drops of semen were now decorating them. I used my fingers to put them where they rightfully belonged: Paula’s inviting mouth. I moved down her torso, cutely encircled her navel with kisses and then moved toward her lower abdomen. I removed her panties to reveal a hairy vagina. (Her knee socks stayed on--by my choice!) I gave it long, upward licks, tickled her clit, opened her vagina with my thumbs and slid two fingers inside it for stimulation. Paula enjoyed my actions immensely!

“I see you like what I’m doing,” I informed her. “You got very wet, very fast, Paula!”

“Is your dick hard again, Johnny?” she asked me. “If it is, stick it inside me. I’ve never had a dick inside me. Nature had restored my erection quite quickly and I obliged. I slid it inside Paula’s crevice slowly, but a few moments later I began fucking her as if there was no tomorrow. I wanted to give her the full benefit of my male anatomy, so I experimented with every sexual position I had ever heard of. I gave Paula a running commentary of their various names and perceived advantages and disadvantages. I told her my favorite sexual position was side-by-side (which was sometimes called “spoons”) because I could both penetrate her and fondle her tits while doing so.

Paula gave me some important news. “Feel free to come inside me, Johnny,” she said with a grin. “The school nurse gave me some birth-control pills a couple of weeks ago. All I had to do was ask for them.” I was unaware my high school provided such a service for its female pupils.

That was the catalyst for my second ejaculation of the afternoon. “Here we go again,” I told Paula. I think she came simultaneously with me. It was a wonderful sensation. My blast was not as prodigious as the first one, but given the short timespan between them, I had impressed myself. The eager, shapely, easy-to-please girl I was riding had a lot to do with my arousal level.

Over the next three hours, I possessed enough stamina to ejaculate a third and fourth time. Number three consisted of two mostly watery ropes which I shot across her breasts—which Paula eagerly transferred to her mouth, having gained a gourmet appreciation of my cum. Number four was a tepid facial because my balls were running dry. Stil, I decorated Paula’s forehead cheeks and chin adequately. I have to admit I was quite proud of my sexual feats.

We took a sexy cleansing shower together. (Only then did Paula remove her long socks!) I enjoyed drying every part of her anatomy with a fluffy bath towel. I was so enamored by Paula that I carried her back to bed where we lovingly snuggled without any intercourse for more than an hour. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to fuck Paula again. I simply knew I had reached my physical limitations.

As we were getting dressed somewhere near 5 o’clock, I mentioned to Paula that she was now experienced enough to handle any sort of sexual activity—short of anal—that Roger might demand. Her reply was unexpected, but terrific. “Johnny, I’d much rather keep having sex with you than Roger. I think I like you better than I like him. You’re a really nice guy. Roger is a bit snooty. I think I’ll dump Roger and replace him with you, if you’ll let me.”

I knew that Paula Garrison was not the type of girl I would marry. I knew she would struggle to graduate high school, and that she was merely eye-candy for me, but I didn’t care. I quickly said yes. We shared a lengthy kiss to seal the deal.

She then asked me, “What will Neal think of us as a couple?”

I laughed and told her the truth: “Neal told me when I was with him yesterday that he’d much rather see me as your boyfriend instead of Roger. In fact, your brother personally okayed us having sex seven days a week.”

“That’s great!” she exclaimed. “We can fuck again tomorrow after school. Too bad the school nurse doesn’t provide a place for that to happen.”

I laughed heartily at that remark. I was still smiling about it when Paula picked up the phone situated on my mother’s dressing table. She was calling home to speak to Neal! Paula explained that she and I were now a twosome and she was happy that he approved of the idea. Paula handed me the receiver and said Neal wanted to speak with me.

I expected an angry earful, but I got nothing of the kind. Neal had meant what he had told me on Saturday afternoon. He was quite happy for us. He said to me, “I don’t want Paula to know I’m asking you this question, but with the way she is built and her agreeable nature, was she great in bed? If that’s the case, say the name of a baseball team. If it’s not, say the name of a football team.”

“Cincinnati Reds!” I yelled.

Those two words seemed to irk Paula. She shouted loud enough for Neal to hear, “You two are talking about sports after we spent about 4½ hours in bed together? Johnny, I thought you’d be telling him about our fabulous fucking!”

I explained that I had done just that via a code. I told Neal that he had a beautiful, sensuous sister and that I wished she had been the girl I first had sex with back when I was a fifth-grader.

Neal chuckled at first, then he said, “Johnny, my arithmetic tells me that Paula would have been about eight years old when you and I were in the fifth grade. Would you like to amend that comment?”

You know what I mean. I just wish I had gotten to know your sister intimately sooner.