Chapter 2
With a quick jerk of his hand, he pushed Irene's hand away from his stiff rod.
"What's the matter?" she whispered excitedly. "I almost shot," Jimmy stuttered.
"Shot?" Irene had just a vague idea of the process of ejaculation, but sufficient to know that with enough pressure of the right type on the male organ, it will involuntarily ejaculate. "What happens when you shoot?" she breathed heavily.
Jimmy didn't want to bother going into explanations of the ejaculatory process, and simply told her that "a lot of ... stuff comes out of my ... uh ... thing ... that can make a girl pregnant if I put it into her ... uh ... thing."
Irene felt happy that Jimmy did not have his 'thing' in her 'thing', and wanted to. continue caressing his cock.
As soon as her fingers touched the organ it throbbed and Jimmy was forced to pull away from her. "Not yet," he explained. "You gotta give it time to go down a bit before you can play with it."
Irene suddenly realized what she was doing, and quickly withdrew her hands to her sides and clamped her legs shut on Jimmy's hand
"What's the matter?" Jimmy asked in surprise.
"I don't want to do it anymore," she almost cried. She was sure If it was embarrassment or fright which made her withdraw, but whatever it was, it was finally strong enough to overcome her passions, which had been allowed to run free for the previous few minutes.
"Why not?" Jimmy demanded.
"Because!" she exclaimed. "Because I don't think it's right for us to be doing things like this."
"What's the matter with what we're doing?"
"I don't know, but I don't want to become pregnant," she replied forcefully.
"I'm not gonna screw you," Jimmy explained. "You know that the only way you can become pregnant is if I put my thing into you."
"Yeah," she agreed, "but what if you shoot into your pants and some of it gets into my pants and then I become pregnant."
"It's Impossible lor that to happen that way, and you know it."
"I know that it has to be all the way in, but I've heard of accidents happening and things like that."
"You really don't believe all that," he laughed. "That's a lot of bullshit. I'm telling you, the only way you can become pregnant is if I put it into you and shoot right into you. And that doesn't mean that every time I put it into you, you're gonna become pregnant. It only happens a few times out of a thousand. So there's nothin' to worry about."
The fear of pregnancy temporarily allayed, she tried to think of other reasons why she shouldn't continue.
"But people say that if you fool around when you're young, then you'll be a bad person when you grow up. You can go crazy or become a murderer or things like that...."
Jimmy had heard a number of such stories-all fabricated to prevent him from receiving any pleasurable sensations. He was assured by a number of older friends that they were pure fantasy, and that in many cases the opposite was true. They told him that when you always to try to stop yourself from having any fun, it can make something go wrong when you grow you. They called it 'unbalanced'.
"That's just a lot of bullshit," she assured her.
"Are you sure?" she groped.
"I'm not positive, but I don't think all those things you're thinkin' are true."
Irene felt slight quivers of passion surge through her body again, and decided to throw away all precautions, except pregnancy, and concentrate on having a good time.
Reaching out her hand until she felt Jimmy's body, she took his arm and directed it to her crotch. Jimmy knew what she wanted and immediately complied with her silent demand.
Again, he slowly pressed his hand in an up and down motion against her groin. For many minutes he played with the area, wondering when Irene would finally have her orgasm.
He didn't realize that the young girl was throwing up a mental block which affected her physically. She was so afraid of having her orgasm, that she forced the sensations of Jimmy fingers to remain in the area of her vagina, and did not allow them to reach her mind.
"Do you wanna touch my ... uh ... thing?" Jimmy asked cautiously, trying to say it in such a way that it would not frighten her.
Irene reached out her hand again hunted for the stiff organ, hidden within the confines of his pants. She touched It and found that it was much smaller.
"What happened to it?" she asked.
"It got smaller," he explained. They had wasted so much in arguing about the possibility of pregnancy that Jimmy had forgotten all about his own erection, and allowed it to shrink.
"But," he continued, "I didn't mean that way."
"What are you talking about?" she whispered.
"Do you wanna touch it outside my pants."
"You mean you're gonna take it out or something?"
"Why not?"
"I ... uh ... I don't know why not, but I don't think you should."
"Have you ever seen a man's thing before?"
She shook her head and realized he couldn't see her. "No," she told him.
"Well, there's always a first time. I won't rape you or nothin'. Besides," he continued, "It's killin' me bein' so cramped in there and everything."
"You can take it out if you want to, but I'm not gonna touch the thing."
"I don't see how come you won't do it. Nothin'll happen to you, and, besides, if you touch me I'll touch your thing, too."
The prospect of having her vagina and clitoris caressed by another's hand was inviting. Irene saw pictures of herself lying in bed or in the bathroom playing with herself and then she saw a picture of Jimmy's hand, and realized the second picture was much more inviting.
Without waiting for an argument from Irene, Jimmy was already in the process of pulling his pants around his hips. As long as it was black in the cellar, he didn't feel any embarrassment in exposing himself like that. If it was an inch from her eyes, he knew, she wouldn't be able to see it.
With a sigh, the stiff organ was released from the unbearable enclosure of his shorts and pants. Reaching down, Jimmy let his own hand circle the thin, long cock. He wiped away the perspiration caused by the heat of his body and felt the sticky droplet of liquid hanging from the eye of his organ.
Jimmy was impatient to have Irene caress the organ, but he knew that even slight pressure could frighten her away.
"I have it out," he told her in a matter-of-fact tone.
Irene was curious to feel it in her hand, and a number of times her hand reached out to find it, but always withdrew to safety.
"Can I touch you?" he whispered.
Irene didn't answer, but Jimmy assumed the answer was affirmative when he caressed the vagina through the heavy layers of cloth without any objections.
Jimmy, however, wasn't satisfied to touch her from the outside only. With both hands pressing against her belly, he found the snap of her pants. A quick tug, and the pants was open.
He waited a few seconds before proceeding further. When he waited a sufficient span of time without hearing any objection, he assumed it was safe to continue.
Slowly, while the other hand caressed the vagina through the cloth, his hand pulled on the zipper until it was down as far as it would go. Jimmy was tempted to shove his hand in at this point, but he was able to control his passion. He wanted to touch her without the confines of clothing and knew that it was just a few moments away as long as Irene didn't stop him.
With the zipper down, he had only to pull on the pants and it would rest around her thighs. Before he had the chance to pull on the pants In the slow, leisurely way he had planned, he felt Irene's arm reach out and rest on his naked hip.
Jimmy shuddered at the exciting feeling of her hand touching his naked skin and decided to move more quickly now. With a sudden pull, he had the pants around her knees, and a second later he had his fingers in the elastic band of her nylon pants and they, too, were resting around her knees.
He wanted to immediately reach out and stick his finger into the hole, but he was afraid that she might refuse him, and Jimmy decided to wait until Irene felt more courageous and moved her hand from the original position on his hip.
For what seemed like many minutes the two youngsters stood facing each other, in the darkness, with the other's hand, resting on the other's hip. Finally, Irene decided to make a move towards his groin.
Jimmy shuddered as her hand caressed the naked skin of his belly and slowly proceeded towards his stiff cock. His hand, meanwhile, was also moving down.
A finger of Jimmy's hand was slowly moving the erect clitoris. Moving a bit more quickly that Irene, Jimmy found a tiny mound between the thin legs, just a few inches above the vagina itself.
For Just a few seconds he played with the stiff little bump, not realizing that this was the most sensitive area of a female's body.
The light down of pubic hair slipped through his fingers as he moved the last few inches towards the love box. The heat and moisture was apparent even before he reached the opening itself. Irene was almost on the verge of her own orgasm, and pressed her body harder against Jimmy's hand, trying to increase the sensations.
Finally, with a quick thrust, Jimmy's fingers were pressing against the folds of the young labia. Irene sighed as she spread her legs even further apart, allowing his fingers more room to move;
Irene, meanwhile, was also excited enough to move her own hand and find his love stick. The coarse strands of pubic hair excited her, and made her proceed further. Finally her fingertips hit a solid obstruction.
The young girl realized she had reached the base of his organ and she became immediately curious as to the full length of the organ. Slowly, and with great care, not to possibly hurt this new toy she had just discovered, she moved her fingertips up the full length of the organ and felt the stiffness of the male animal.
Jimmy, driven on by Irene's fingers on his organ, found the tiny opening of her vagina-discovering that it was wet and warm. With the tip of his finger he pressed against the hole and managed to get the first inch of his index finger into the enclosure.
Irene didn't object, but her vagina instinctively clutched at the strange object attempting entry. When the muscles relaxed sufficiently, he pressed the finger in a little bit more, until he felt the muscles contract in a milking action.
Irene, excited by the finger inserted into her fourteen year old vagina, now clasped the organ in her hand and felt the strange strength of the male reproductive organ.
Jimmy, now that his finger was sufficiently lubricated, pressed in and out in a fucking motion.
Suddenly, and without any warning to either of them, Irene felt the spasms fill her body. They shot through her legs, and up into her body, concentrating all her strength on the area of her vagina. Her hips moved much faster than the finger, as she tried to force the thin penis-like object further into her cunt. Her breathing came heavy and she began to groan.
The girl became so excited that some of it was transferred to Jimmy. The boy knew that she was having her orgasm, and was now attempting to pound his finger deeper into her cunt.
Irene, while her body began jerking violently, was milking Jimmy's cock. Her hand moved up and down at the same pace her body was making.
The sudden orgasm of the young girl, and the increased movements of Irene's hand on his ready organ were all that he needed to come to his own orgasm.
The boy was straining his body to prevent the orgasm. He was to free the liquid from his system, but he wanted the hand to continue playing with it, and by the time he realized that it was Irene's hand around his cock and not his own, he felt the first spurt of milky, hot fluid stream through his organ and shoot out into the air.
By that time, he didn't care that he wasn't stopping the streams of semen, and allowed all of it to shoot out into the air.
Irene's hand was still around the organ after he had discharged. She was so excited with her own orgasm, that she disregarded the hot liquid which was trickling down her hand, and down her belly.
With a great sigh she completed her climax and released Jimmy's deplete organ. It was many moments later that she realized what she had all over her body: Jimmy's scum.
With the hand which was masturbating Jimmy's cock, she wiped her belly, and realized that the boy had ejaculated great quantities of semen all over her belly and against her groin.
She shuddered with the thought that some of it may have gone into her vagina, but she recalled that the only thing which was in her vagina was Jimmy's finger, so she was satisfied that she would not become pregnant.
Jimmy, too, was quite satisfied. This was the first time someone other than himself had masturbated him. The thought was still very exciting, and it was many minutes before the erection receeded. The organ still throbbed with each picture as it flashed through his mind until it could no longer force blood into the cock and allowed the blood to flow back.
"Are you alright?" Jimmy whispered with laboring breath, as he wiped his finger on his shirt.
Irene was still having difficulty breathing. Each breath sounded as if it was coming from an asthmatic, shallow and noisy.
"I ... I ... think ... so...." she mumbled.
Jimmy pulled his pants up around his waist, and realized that a few droplet of his scum had fallen onto his shorts. He tried to wipe it away, but found that he was only forcing it deeper into the cloth.
Irene was still trying to catch her breath, as well as slow down her pulse. She sensed the blood pounding through her body, and for a second she thought she might faint. She felt the sensations of fainting, but the usual lack of vision which accompanies a fainting spell, had to pass undetected in the bitter darkness.
Reaching backwards, she felt Jimmy's work table and allowed the full weight of her body to lean against the thin board, which was used as a top.
"Are you dressed?" Jimmy asked.
"No, not yet."
"I want to turn on the light."
"Wait a few seconds," she asked.
Irene reached down and grabbed her nylon pants and pulled it around her waist. A cold wetness touched her over-heated skin, and she knew that her body was covered with Jimmy's rapidly drying stickiness.
Ignoring the cold, wet, mass of sperm, she pulled her pants up around her waist and fastened the snap.
"Alright," she declared, "you can turn on the light now."
A second after her words, the corner of the cellar was filled with the blinding yellow light.
The two youngsters, for the first time in more than a half' hour, were now able to see each other again. Both stood apart, staring at the other, trying to guess what the other was thinking.
"Your face is all red," Irene noticed.
Jimmy's hand reached up and pressed against his flushed cheeks. "I guess they are," he told her. "Your's are pretty red, too."
Both avoided making reference to what had just happened, and tried to think of something else to say.
"Are you alright?" Jimmy asked.
"Yeah, I think so. Well, uh....I guess....I, uh ... had better be goin' home. I guess."
Jimmy gave her a weak smile, not knowing what to tell her.
"Do you want me to walk you home?" Jimmy volunteered.
Irene shrugged her shoulders, and said, "If you want to, I guess it's okay."
Jimmy glanced down at his crotch and then to Irene's. He noticed that there were no stains, and felt that the walk to her house and back would be sufficient to cool his over excited body.
"I'd better turn out the light. That way no one can see us leaving."
"What if they see us leaving?" she asked.
"I don't know. I just don't want anybody asking any questions."
Irene shrugged her shoulders and gave him a semi-nod of agreement. She couldn't see what difference if would make if anyone saw them leaving the cellar, but decided that Jimmy knew best.
"You go stand by the door," he ordered, "while I turn out the light. You won't be able to find your way out of here in the dark."
She complied immediately with his request and went to the door, putting her hand on the knob. The lights went out and she heard Jimmy's footsteps approaching. Within seconds he was behind her.
"Open the door," he directed.
Irene turned the knob and pulled the door fully open. The cold winter evening air hit them with all its force. They tugged on their jackets, trying to pull them closer around their bodies.
For a few minutes they shivered as their bodies adjusted to the cold. It was already night, now that they were outside. A half hour earlier, the sun was just going down, but now it was gone completely.
"Do you feel cold?" Jimmy asked.
"No," Irene whispered through chattering teeth.
Quietly and quickly they walked to the front of the house, passing beneath the kitchen window where Jimmy's mother was preparing dinner.
They reached the street and allowed the dull yellow light of the street lamps to guide them. Irene lived just a few minutes from Jimmy, but this evening they were in no particular rush to get there. They both wanted to let the cold night air cool their hot skin, and took all their time in reaching her house.
The entire walk was made in utter silence. Not once, after they reached the street did either address the other in any way. Both wanted to speak, but neidier could think of the right words.
Both felt embarrassment of what they had just done, and trying to ignore it, but they discovered that that was the only thing which was passing through their minds.
Finally, they reached the house, which was just three blocks from Jimmy.
He walked her to her back door and waited for her to turn the knob. "What time is it?" Jimmy asked as soon as she stepped into the house.
Irene glanced in at the clock on the wall and said that it was a quarter-to-six.
"Wow!" Jimmy exclaimed, "I gotta get home for dinner. I'm gonna eat at six o'clock and if I'm late my fa-ther'll break my head."
"Well," Irene muttered, "uh, good-bye, I guess."
"Yeah, good-bye. I'll see you at school I guess. Oh," he remembered, "You won't say anything to anybody,' I hope."
"Don't worry," she assured him, "I won't say a thing to nobody, and I don't want you to say anything either."
"I won't. Well, good-bye," Jimmy smiled as he turned to walk home.