Chapter 2
The following morning, about nine-thirty, Kimberly woke to see her best friend sitting on her bed, looking down at her.
"Just where were you last night?" Angela demanded.
"That's my business," Kimberly smiled.
"What do you know about last night?"
"It was a night like any other night," Kimberly told her, smirking.
"Kimberly, don't lie to me," Angela begged. "I don't want us getting in trouble with your mom and dad."
"Would I want that?" Kimberly asked, putting on her most innocent face.
"You know darn well you would," Angela snapped at her. "You've gotten us in trouble with your big mouth before. All right, tell me what you want."
"Nothing," Kimberly told her. "Nothing at all ... right now."
"You DID see what went on, didn't you."
"I'm not talking," Kimberly said, smiling.
"Please, Kimberly, please don't tell anyone. I'd just die if anyone ever found out."
"I won't tell on you," Kimberly replied. "There are some things even I won't do. And that's not the kind of thing one friend uses on another."
"Kimberly, swear you won't tell on me."
"Angela, I won't say a word. But I wonder, if it had been me, what would you have done?"
"I'd never say a word, honest," Angela swore.
"You just remember that a little later on," Kimberly said.
"I will, I will."
"Okay," Kimberly told her. "I swear I won't say anything."
Angela sighed, lightly pecked her best friend's forehead, then left. Kimberly lay there, smiling. Though she would never use it to blackmail Angela, she knew it would come in handy to keep Angela from holding anything on her, should there ever be a chance for Angela to do so.
It was Saturday morning, and Kimberly normally would be out mowing some neighborhood lawns and earning a little extra money. Somehow, she didn't feel like mowing lawns today. She'd let the boys do it this week. As it was she always had to fight with them to get the job. Once, years ago, she'd even blacked Bill Parker's eye to keep him from butting in when she was there.
She wanted to talk to someone, and she didn't know to whom, just yet. Her parents were out of the question. So was Angela. Angela would be too embarrassed to discuss something like this. Most of the adults she knew closely were not good bets, either. They were so embarrassing when it came to talking about sex, especially to someone as uninformed for her age as Kimberly.
She just couldn't any longer put off getting answers to what all this sex stuff was all about, and how people went about doing it. After all, she could right now get married legally, and what the hell would she know about anything? Why hadn't she picked up on things the way other girls, like Angy, had done?
Winston! Winston would be perfect! He had been married and divorced three times, so he certainly should know and be able to explain just why it was that people enjoyed playing with one another's genitals so much.
Jumping out of bed, she took a quick shower, although she did linger with her fingers in her vagina just long enough to give herself another quick orgasm. Finishing up in the bathroom, she donned a pair of blue shorts and a white blouse. She didn't even bother with a bra, as if she really needed one. The blouse was too thick for anyone to see through, anyhow.
Her mother had pancakes cooking, so she ate three. Normally she'd have eaten eight, but she wanted to keep the meal light.
After breakfast, she said goodbye to her father and mother, then hurried out the door. Winston was the man to see. Winston Washington was a close friend of the family, so close that the kids had gotten used to calling him "uncle" because their parents had requested it. He was six-feet-two, reasonably good-looking, and somewhat overweight. He weighed about two hundred and fifty pounds. He was a connoisseur of everything except wives. His house had its own wine cellar, and he owned the finest collection of classical music around. He had a cable TV hookup in every room in his house, including the bathrooms.
Winston lived alone, having decided he'd had it with marriage. Kimberly had often asked him what it was that had caused his marriages to fail, and he had merely shrugged the question off.
"Hi, Kimberly," he greeted her, answering the door when she rang. "What brings you to my humble abode this fine Saturday? You looking to cut the grass?"
"Uncle Winston," she said. "I have to ask you some questions. And I want some definite answers. Please don't tell me that I'm still a little girl, and that I'll learn it all in due time."
"Oh?" Winston asked, raising his eyebrows.
"Just what is it you'd like to ask?"
"It has to do with men and women."
"A-hah!" Winston nodded. "Well, you're almost nineteen Kimberly. We can have a discussion, provided you don't go telling everyone in the neighborhood Winston said this and that and so forth."
"Oh, no!" Kimberly told him. "I'd be far too embarrassed. This has to be a secret between both you and me."
For the first time in a long time, staring at the young woman's maturing body as if seeing it for the first time, Winston Washington began feeling vague stirrings. The reason for his last divorce was a closely guarded secret only he and his third wife knew. He had become prematurely impotent! And his wife had been hot for a cock he couldn't give her. The divorce had been very expensive, too, because the wife had blackmailed him into keeping his impotency a secret.
Now, for the first time in years, staring at the youthful, budding body of Kimberly Wells, Winston felt urges he hadn't felt in years. And the funny part of it was, it all happened because he was first beginning to visualize her as a sex partner. He didn't stop thinking of her as the tomboy daughter of his old friends. Oh, no-that was what made it all so delectable! She wasn't voluptuous, nor was she experienced. She had no idea what sex was all about. But she was definitely female, and a delightful young female, at that. She wouldn't question his abilities, nor would she make fun of him if he didn't do everything just right.
He realized fear of failure was what had made him impotent with his third wife. But with a young, delicious morsel like this, there was no need to worry about failing. She knew nothing. She could be taught, but slowly, and taught his way....
They went into his living room and sat on the sofa, and Kimberly said, "Tell me, Winston, why is it we get so much pleasure from playing with the genitals of others?"
"Have you played with anyone else's genital parts yet?"
"No," she admitted. "But, even when I was a little girl, and ever since, I have fantasized about playing with a penis. In fact, to be honest, I had a similar urge just last night."
"You wanted to play with someone's penis?" he asked.
"Yes, I wanted to play with someone else's penis. I didn't do it, but I sure would have liked it."
"Well, Kimberly," ,he told her. "It's a perfectly healthy urge. People do it all the time."
"I know, but I thought it was something I felt just because I didn't have any real experience, and that I would get over it."
"As you get older the urge will get stronger," Winston told her, lightly draping an arm over her shoulder. "You see, we all have emotions and feelings and wants and needs, and every now and again those feelings need some satisfying. As long as no one gets hurt, there's nothing wrong with getting that satisfaction. There are all kinds of ways for people to get that satisfaction."
"Will you tell me about them?"
"It might be better if I showed you," he said.
"Show me? You don't think I'm too young?"
"Only if you think you're too young," he answered.
"Well I'd really like to try it. And I'd love to do it with someone like you, who I can trust, Winston. But you have to promise you won't tell anyone about this."
"It'll be something only the two of us will share," he said, smiling. "Okay?"
"Gee, you're wonderful," she said, throwing her arms around him and kissing him.
"What happens between a man and a woman is the ultimate in giving and receiving," he told her, standing and ushering her into his bedroom. "There should be and can be as much enjoyment in the giving and doing as there is in the receiving."
The bedroom was lavishly furnished, with an immense king-sized bed as the central piece. All the other furniture was arranged against the walls around the bed. And there was a huge mirror on the ceiling.
"You see," Kimberly explained as they sat on the bed, removing their shoes and socks, "I watched two people last night. I know it was naughty of me, and I shouldn't have done it, but I watched them. And she got the biggest kick in the world out of sucking his penis. I mean, you'd think the penis was candy-flavored, or something."
"Not exactly," Winston said, gently undressing her. "It does have a distinct flavor, quite different from anything else you're likely to taste, but it isn't candy." Kimberly didn't feel at all shy or embarrassed as she felt Winston's hands move over her body. She had known this nice man for most of her young life ... Now, she felt relaxed and secure as she began to enjoy his tingling touch a lot. She shivered when his palm ran across her tiny breasts. Wow! It didn't tickle at all, like when she'd touched her own nipples the night before. She knew she shouldn't be doing this, yet with Winston it seemed perfectly all right. She'd known him as long as she could remember, and he would never do anything that wasn't right. She knew that for sure.
"And then, the guy finally let something go out of his penis, and I saw her suck it all down her throat, like it was soda."
"Once again, we're dealing with something with a distinct flavor, a unique taste. It's hot, very hot-and completely unlike soda. But it's a taste females always seem to like. I've tasted mine, though I didn't really care for it. I guess I'm just a confirmed heterosexual. All the women I've known always try and drink as much of it out of me as they can."
By now, he was undressed, and Kimberly could see how hairy he was all over. He had a very bushy chest, and there was a lot of hair on his forearms and his thighs and legs. Even the peppery growth of white and brown on his pelvis seemed plentiful, though it seemed neatly trimmed. She mentally compared it to the hedge-like growth of Mickey's golden hair, as well as to her own curly soft pubes, and there was no doubt Winston used a scissors to keep his pelvic hair short and neat.
His penis was something else! It reminded her a lot of Mickey's, though it seemed a lot larger and thicker. But then, she had been hiding in the ceiling when she'd seen Mickey's, and if she saw up close it would probably look a lot bigger. Nevertheless, Winston's penis was so much longer and thicker than Mickey's. It was all hard and stiff, with tan flesh on its shank, though she could see the thick veins winding through it. And the knob was a interesting reddish-purple, being neither one color nor the other but a mixture of the two. Like Mickey's, it had colorless, sticky ooze seeping from the tiny slit in its head, coating it and making it look all shiny.
"Hey," she said, leaning down, staring at his genitals. "Can I touch them?"
"That's the only way you'll ever learn," he said. "But remember, the sac with my testicles in it is very, very delicate. You could hurt me if you should decide to squeeze it. So be careful."
"I will," she promised, and reached her hand toward his loins.
He could see she had small, slim fingers, delicate in spite of her having competed at sports with all the boys in the neighborhood. And there was nothing insipid in the way she reached toward his flesh. She would make a wonderful mistress. If only she had the good sense to keep her mouth shut, he'd be able to keep her for a year, or maybe more, before she decided partners her own age might be more fun....
How sweetly innocent, he thought, as her hand came closer. There was none of the animal hunger in her that possessed all those other women, robbing him of his masculinity. She had a burning need to know, and the sight of his genitals seemed to arouse her more than any other female he'd ever known. In her pure innocence, her wanting to find out about things made her starved for whatever he had to offer, no matter how little. This, by itself, aroused him all the more. He would help her learn, make her knowledgeable. He would remove her innocence. Yes, her purity was his to dispose of at his leisure, in his own way, and his own time. How shamelessly delicious! Her hand touched down lightly on his delicate sac, feeling his balls roll around inside.
"Did I hurt you?" she asked, her hand pulling away as if touched by fire.
"No," he replied, shaking his head. "You didn't hurt me. That felt very nice. Keep your touch as light as that, and everything will be fine."
Kimberly let her palm lightly touched his hairy, wrinkled scrotum again, feeling his balls swell inside. They felt so hot in her cool hand, and so different. Inside, she was burning with curiosity and shaking at the touch of him. Man! To think she'd dreamed about this for so long. And they weren't "romance novel" dreams, after all. They were grown-up dreams, and she'd had them ever since she could remember.
Her hand was cupping his balls in his palm, weighing them, feeling they were more than mere marbles. They were heavy. Crazy! To think, all men had to walk around with something like that suspended between their legs. She was surprised it didn't drag them down!
With her naked shoulders leaning into Winston's pot belly, she used her other hand to surround the stalk of his penis. She wanted to touch the head, but it was all wet and sticky, and she didn't know if she would like it.
"Wh-what's bothering you, hhhoney?" he asked, gasping at the titillating sensation of her surrounding fingers.
"That gooey stuff coming out," she replied. "I don't want to touch it."
"It's harmless," he assured her. "And it dries quickly enough. Take a little with your fingertip, and rub it with your thumb."
She placed her forefinger on the tip of his penis, took off a drop, then pressed the drop between her fingertip and the ball of her thumb. She felt how slippery it was, and how for a moment it made everything feel so smooth. It was just like the flow coming from her own vagina, the previous night. In fact, she could feel wetness between her thighs now, and realized it was the same stuff, all over again.
On an impulse and nothing else, when she saw the next drop bubble up from his penis, she used her finger to pick it off and touched it to her tongue. No taste. Nothing bad, nothing good, except ... once again she liked the slipperiness of it, rolling around in her mouth. It stayed slippery and wet a lot longer on her tongue than it had on her fingers. Yes, she liked the slippery feel of it, and she swallowed, feeling the liquid ooze down her throat.
She watched as his penis began leaking a heavy dribble of the oil. It started covering his shiny, purple-red dome again. It was all going to waste.
When the next drops came oozing out of the tiny slit, she leaned her head forward and licked with her tongue, catching it all up and letting it slide across her tongue to the back of her throat, where she swallowed it down. Mmmmmm! Good!
Winston trembled, seeing how readily she was taking to his penis without his having to say a word. He was better off keeping his mouth shut at this point, just letting her do whatever she wanted.
Her tongue licked out and placed itself flatly against the stalk of his shivering phallus. She started licking straight up with long, swiping licks, washing all around the entire cock.
Kimberly liked the feel of the fluid against her tongue so much, at one point she feared she might lick him dry. But she soon noticed, the faster she licked, the more oil came seeping out of his penis. Penis? She had heard Mickey refer to it as his cock. Well, why not! A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. A penis by any other name would taste as good. Her tongue licked up to the flanging corona, then lapped all the way around the rim, feeling the heated pulsations inside as her hand tightly wrapped itself around the throbbing stalk. Then her tongue licked up to the head and began running wildly across it, tasting the difference in skin texture. She licked across the broad top of it again and again, pursing her lips to sip the sticky stuff out, then probing into the tiny hole with the tip of her tongue, licking madly, digging and dredging.
She barely heard Winston Washington's moans as he lay back, shuddering, wondering why it was that a tomboy like this, who had never so much as touched a penis before in her life, could suddenly make his inner body tremble as no other woman had. All his life he had searched for someone like this. In his youth, he had lost his virginity to a woman much older than himself. She had been madly in heat and had come three times, in spite of the fact that he'd unleashed his sperm into her almost immediately after injecting his hard young cock. But the woman had never given him the sensations he'd read about and heard about. Oh, it had been good, great in fact. But it wasn't that fantastic, overpowering thrill he'd been seeking. And all the other women he'd come to know were equally good, but none of them had anything exceptional to offer. It had gotten to the point where he just didn't care. Because he didn't care, his body wouldn't respond. And soon he became overanxious about the way he could perform, and became totally impotent. Nothing and no one could make him feel anything ... until now. This sweet, unknowing tomboy was doing more for him than all the other women put together.
"Am I hurting you, Winston?" she asked, raising her head.
"No dear, not at all. You're wonderful."
"I'm glad you like what I'm doing. You know, you taste terrific." Her head fell down to his penis again, her tongue once again swirling around the head, loving the toughened texture of the glans. Once more she let her tongue lick up and down the full length of his throbbing dick, comparing, in her mind, the different feelings in the surfaces of his cockflesh against her tongue. At the same time she inhaled the strong mixture of deodorant soap and his masculinity. Winston was a nut about cleanliness, and always kept himself immaculately clean.
Now Kimberly let her mouth drop lower, and she began licking his wrinkled balls, lapping them all over, letting the tip of her tongue follow one wrinkle all the way around his scrotum. She stopped once, to pluck a hair from her mouth, but then continued licking.
Letting her tongue trail to the top of his hard cock, she opened her mouth wide, forming a circle with her lips as she had seen Angela do. Only she found it was a lot more difficult with Winston. His phallic point was so much broader than Mickey's, and her mouth was so much smaller than Angela's.
Covering her teeth with her lips (after all, she didn't want to bite him), she stretched her lips to fit around the broad phallus, and slowly, very slowly, urged the thick cylinder into her mouth. She felt the tip fit in, and slowly pushed harder, feeling it press on her tongue and her palate at the same time. It scraped against her back teeth and she was worried she would hurt him, but the only grunts he emitted were sounds of pure ecstasy. She could feel his heavy hands patting her head lightly, almost as if he wanted to ram her mouth down even further.
Kimberly felt the entire glans finally fit into her mouth, pressing her cheeks from inside, making them bulge. Wow! It tasted so juicy. And Winston had been right about it having a distinct, different flavor about it. It was meaty, which was only natural, but it was good. Sort of like a smoked piece of meat. She sucked hard, pulling with her lips while trying to stuff more of it into her mouth.
When it was halfway in, she felt the tip press against her throat, gagging her. She wanted more of it, though. It didn't matter that the breadth of it might strangle her as she pushed it into her throat. There was something about this wonderful, tasty cock that made her want to suck it all in. So she pushed her head down a bit more, choking even more, feeling her saliva come running out of her mouth and dripping on his pelvis. She tried, she really tried, but she couldn't get her gullet to open wide enough to accept such thickness.
Winston was going insane with delight. He had no idea what the girl was trying to do, but his entire body was shuddering madly. He could feel her lips pulling on his loose outer flesh, and pressing against the first solid erection beneath that smooth flesh he'd been able to attain in many years. Except for a few nocturnal emissions, he had years and years of sperm stored up in his balls, and he was going to send it all gushing down that sweet little throat if she continued this way.
Kimberly, realizing that she could take no more of the wonderful probe into her mouth, gripped the base with a firm fist. Remembering what her friend had done, she began pumping her head up and down on the penis, letting her tightly-ringed lips come up to the rim of the corona, then down to the halfway mark on his thick cock, each time feeling it press into her throat, and loving it! What felt like gallons of lubrication washed into her mouth as she continued sucking, playing her tongue on the underside while her fingers continued jerking the lower half.
Had Winston been able to breathe any faster, he would have. The mouth of the little tomboy was driving him insane. Even as her head continued pumping, he could feel the smoothness of her body around his thighs and legs, and this added to the excitement. Her flesh was still baby-smooth. And he could feel her other hand still caressing his balls, making them swell even more in their tightening sac.
Every now and again Kimberly took the heavy cock out of her mouth and licked it all over with her tongue, trying to lap up all the juices she was missing. Then she returned the penis to her mouth and bobbed her eager head all the more quickly. She wanted to taste that white, gooey stuff she had seen shooting out of Mickey's cock. The way Angela had lapped it all up, it must have been really tasty syrup.
Her head bobbed all the more quickly now, her nostrils flared and inhaling more and more of his manly scent. She remembered Mickey licking her friend's cunt and asshole, and wondered if Winston wanted her to lick his asshole. But the way he was responding to her sucking of his solid cock let her know she was doing something right. Better not spoil it now by taking her head off his beating penis to ask questions.
At the base of the underside, where her fist remained tightly clutching his burning organ, she could feel a slight swelling away from the rest of the tubular flesh. It beat and throbbed, and she knew something was about to happen as it began shuddering violently against her palm. Her mouth could feel his blunted point trying to stab a bit deeper inside, and she realized he was at that point she herself had approached last night just before her insides were hit with that strong, overpowering feeling.
"I ... UHH ... AHH ... OHHH ... GOING ... AAARRRGGGHHH ... TO COME!!!" he gasped.
Kimberly remembered hearing Mickey say something like that just before he had exploded, but she hadn't quite understood what he'd meant, at the time. Then she felt Winston's hands press on her head, trying to hold her head lower, jamming his throbbing prong into her willing mouth, feeling his body shiver and shudder with internal anxiety.
"Ohhhh! Suck ittt! Eat it, honey-drink my jizzzzzz, aaaarrrggghhh!!!" he yelled, and suddenly began unleashing all his sperm into her throat as if in a steady stream, the pulsing muscular spasms following one another so closely.
Kimberly swallowed hurriedly, feeling herself starting to choke again. The heavy cream was dripping out the sides of her mouth onto his pelvis, and still he was shooting more and more of it into her gullet. It took a few moments before she could actually taste the spurting fluid, feeling it pour down her throat into her waiting belly.
Hey! she thought. No wonder Angela was so crazy about it. It tasted very good. It was a little salty, a little sweet, and very pasty, but with an odd flavor she'd never before known. She liked it.
Now she began bobbing her head all the more quickly, swallowing more easily as the flood from his penis began to turn into a mere dribble. Her tiny hands pumped his cock and squeezed his balls a bit to try and get those last precious drops from within. And even when the penis had shrunk to almost nothing, she continued sucking. It was great, really great.