Chapter 1

I'd been in my room studying and was unaware that anyone else was in the house, much less upstairs. So I stopped short in the bathroom doorway, momentarily frozen in amazement at sight of Tommy McKenna jacking off over the bathtub. He must've been close to getting his nuts off because his fuzzy-cheeked face looked kind of drawn with tension. But he froze too, hand still gripping his cock, eyes bugging with surprise at sight of me.

Then he exclaimed, "I didn't know anyone else was in the house!"

"What're you doing that for? Wasting it?" I asked.

"Because I don't like having wet dreams," he declared frankly. "Especially not when it's as cold at night as it's been lately. And I didn't know you'd be staying with us tonight. I'd a lot rather have you suck me off. You know that, Trina."

"When do you expect your mother home?"

"Not for another hour. She's got Missionary Society at the church. Will you suck me?" Tommy asked hopefully.

"I've found out about another way you may like better," I told him quickly. I stepped on inside the bathroom, closed the door and locked it. I was surprised to feel my cunt already beginning to drool with excitement.

Tommy said, "I think there's only one other, way I'd like better than your mouth, Trina. But you said you don't dare do it that way."

"There's another way I just found out about," I told him in a conspiratorial whisper. "I caught Ed Sands, my father's foreman, doing it to Mrs. Miller, our cook, the other day. They thought I'd be staying here that night instead of driving clear out home, so I wasn't expected when I walked in and surprised them."

"What other way is there?" Tommy asked.

"You'll see," I told him with a superior, mysterious air. "Just get your pants off while I get ready."

I went to the cupboard under the washbowl, got out an enema syringe, and filled it with soapy, warm water. Then I stepped out of my panties. Tommy had his pants off already. He stood watching every move I made, wide-eyed, with excitement, curiosity, and wonder mingled in his expression. I threw my panties in his face, giggling, and told him, "Sniff the crotch in those for a minute until I'm ready."

Ordinarily Tommy probably would've, but right then he was too busy watching what I was doing. I smeared a little Vaseline on the end of the syringe, then put it up my asshole and squeezed the bulb empty.

"What're you doing?" Tommy asked.

"Mrs. Miller told me it's best to wash everything out good first before you do it this way," I explained. I sat down on the toilet stool and expelled the first syringe load of water.

While I was wiping myself, Tommy asked incredulously, "You mean you're gonna have me put it in you... there?"

He tickled me, him and his preacher's son hangups about certain words. I teased, "You wouldn't say 'Shit!' if you had a whole mouthful, would you? Shithole! Asshole! That's the word you want, not 'there'!"

"Rectum!" Tommy exclaimed, his lips twisting a little with a distasteful expression. "You expect me to put my thing in your... rectum?"

"Not your 'thing'," I corrected as I squeezed the bulb of the syringe, shooting the second load of sudsy water up into my lower bowel, "your stiff cock! Your dick! Your dong! Your prick! Your joint! Your tally whacker! Your pud! Your joystick! But not your 'thing'."

"My penis," Tommy said with that same little twist still on his lips. "You want me to put my penis in your rectum?"

"Not if you don't want to," I told him with a shrug and sat down on the stool to get rid of that second rinse. I added, "Mrs. Miller says Ed Sands likes putting it in her ass better'n he does in her cunt. And she likes it better because she doesn't have to worry about him maybe getting her pregnant. But if you don't want to try it, forget it! Go ahead and jack off."

"You won't suck me off?" Tommy asked whiningly.

"A guy who's afraid to ever even try something new doesn't deserve--" I interrupted myself, demanding, "You think your cock's too nice to put in my asshole, do you? But you don't think my mouth's too nice to put your cock in, I've noticed!"

"I'll try it!" Tommy exclaimed quickly. "Don't get mad at me, Trina. Please?"

I wiped myself again and stood up as I told him, "Then get ready."

"Get ready?" he echoed. "What do I do?"

"Put a coat of Vaseline all over your cock," I instructed. I picked up the jar from the side of the washbasin and lifted a gob of it out on one finger, then handed the jar to him.

Tommy was ready before I was. Now that he'd had a minute to get used to the idea a little, he'd lost that look of distaste about his mouth completely.

I wiped the excess Vaseline off my finger on a wad of toilet paper, then bent over, my clothes pulled up, my ass bared to him. Tommy moved in quickly behind me. He gripped my hips with both hands with no need of instructions from me. His breathing had become ragged with excitement.

I wasn't exactly calm myself. My cunt actually felt like it was burning. That's where I really would've liked to have felt Tommy's hardness starting into me. But my old father was hung up about making sure his daughter kept her maidenhead. Regardless of the pretext he used, I knew the real reason he insisted on having the doctor give me a physical examination about every six months. He'd started that when I was about twelve. I wasn't too long figuring out that what old dad really was interested in having the doctor check out was whether or not my hymen was still intact.

That it was still there when I was twelve had been a miracle, considering the tomboy way I grew up, astride a horse most of the time. But it had been there that first time he had the doctor check me out because I heard him ask and heard the doctor tell him. At the time I didn't pay any attention, but later I added things up when the rechecks became so regular. So I'd never dared let a boy even finger me too much, much less shove a stiff cock up my cunt.

I felt the head of Tommy's stiff cock begin pressing against my Vaseline-coated asshole. Through his hands gripping my hips I could feel him trembling with eagerness. I tried to make the muscles in me there relax; instead they grabbed, tensing up involuntarily. Tommy eased off quickly.

"Shove it to me!" I snapped at him. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered breathlessly.

"I'll yell if you hurt me!" I promised.

"I don't want you to yell; someone might hear you," he hissed at me instantly.

"What're you whispering about?" I taunted.

"There's no one else in the house. Remember? And I won't yell loud enough for anyone outside to hear. Now shove it to me!"

Tommy shoved it to me! What a sensation! Was I ever thankful that Tommy's twelve-year-old cock was no thicker than it was. With all the Vaseline greasing the way and everything, it still felt like he was splitting my ass wide open. For an instant I wondered if all the instructions Mrs. Miller had given me had just been her way of getting even for the nasty surprise I'd given her and Ed by walking in on them. But then the protesting muscles guarding the entrance to my ass began to relax as Tommy started thrusting in and out of me. Suddenly it started feeling good. I could feel the head of his stiff cock stroking back and forth inside me and it felt almost like he was in my burning cunt. I decided maybe Mrs. Miller hadn't given me a bum steer after all. I put one hand to my pussy; I found it sopping wet with the slippery juice that comes from my cunt when it gets excited. I coated two of my fingers with it, then began petting my clitoris with them. Geronimo! Talk about sensation! That made Tommy's cock in my asshole feel really great to me. I began wiggling my ass a little and humping back against him.

Tommy had stopped worrying about hurting me. He was beginning to hammer his nail into my ass with growing enthusiasm. Over and over again he was saying, "Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!" Every time he hit me with a new thrust, he said, "Oh boy!" again. And he wasn't whispering now. He was more like gasping or panting. And then that began sounding more like moaning.

Of course by then I was doing some moaning of my own. It was really beginning to feel great to me. I finally was getting an idea just how great it must feel to get fucked in the cunt. This still wasn't the real thing, but I knew it was the next best thing. I'd had my cunt licked a few times until I came, but I began feeling certain this was going to wind up giving me a far greater sensation.

My hand was wet with the slippery, hot juice drooling out of my tingling pussy. I'd never felt anything before like the charge of excitement that was building throughout my whole lower belly; even my tits were burning. I found myself wishing there was some way Tommy could keep on doing what he was doing and at the same time be sucking my tingling tits. Great Caesar's ghost, as my father always said, what a feeling! What a feeling!

Suddenly I just couldn't seem to stand any more of it; my whole lower belly began pulsating with frantically pumping muscles. I was coming like I'd never come before! Coming, coming, coming! I heard someone yelling, thought it was Tommy, then with a start of surprise realized it was me. But just about then Tommy began yelling. Not loud. It came out of him in short, explosive gasps. But it was a yell. And I could feel the pumping of his cock within the tight grip of my asshole as he came. He still didn't shoot any discharge that amounted to anything like older boys, but his pump worked just as hard and he seemed to enjoy it just as much.

Then right in the middle of that cyclone of great sensation, someone began hammering on the bathroom door and Mrs. McKenna's anxious voice called, "Tommy? Is that you in there, Tommy? Tommy, what's going on?"

Behind me, Tommy froze. He was like he'd suddenly turned to stone. It was probably just as well. I called, "It's not Tommy, Mrs. Mc-Kenna. It's me!"

"Trina? What on earth are you doing, child?"

Wheels spun in my head, then without even time for conscious thought I was calling back, "I was taking an enema and I didn't get the water quite the right temperature and Great Caesar! what a surprise that gave me!"

"You're all right then?"

"I'm all right," I assured her. "But I'll never do that again! Next time I'll give the bulb just a little squeeze, make sure the temperature's right before I give it a big, hard squeeze."

"Do you know where Tommy is?"

"Gosh, no, I really don't," I called innocently. I was getting over the scare she'd given me at first. Suddenly as I was telling his mother I had no idea where he was, I gave my ass a wiggle against his still rigid cock. I had to pull the hand away from my pussy and clap it over my mouth to suppress a giggle.

There was silence for a moment. I expect her woman's intuition was probably trying to tell her something, but fortunately Mrs. McKenna was pretty innocent and not as suspicious as the mothers of some kids I've known. Finally she called, "If Tommy does come home while I'm gone, will you please tell him to stay home until I get back? I've got to run to the store and get some things for supper. And I hope you didn't hurt yourself. Maybe I should call the doctor and have him examine you ? You sounded like you were in real pain."

"No, no," I called, sudden alarm flashing through me at her suggestion of calling the doctor. "I'm fine, believe me. If I'd known someone else was in the house, I'd never have made a sound. I thought I was all alone, so I just sort of turned loose and yelled because I didn't think it mattered. But I'm all right, really. And I'll tell Tommy."