They may be too young to buy condoms, but they find another way to get what they need.
It was very rare for me to go shopping and completely unprecedented for me to go shopping with my stepsister, but we were on a mission…
There were only two chemists shops in town and we were pretty confident that both of them sold rubber johnnies (condoms), so if we wanted some, that was where we had to go.
We set off from home with excited determination, but our progress was less than rapid.
Neither of us felt ready stride out, like enthusiastic ramblers on a mountain trail.
I was discovering the real meaning of the word “knackered”. My balls were unusually tender, as Janet had drained them three times in the last two hours – a new record!
And I knew she was feeling a little worse for wear too, after having her arse spanked and her fanny fingered for the first time, during our sexy games.
Obviously, we were looking forward to making our purchase and taking our games even greater heights, but as we neared the first of the shops, we began to appreciate the true scale of our mission.
Nowadays, condoms are sold in brightly coloured packets, displayed on open shelves for you to pick up and take to a self service till, just like you were buying a bar of chocolate.
But in the 1970’s rubber johnnies were hidden away like contraband. Hidden in a locked drawer and guarded by a fearsome, judgemental shopkeeper who would expect you to ask for them and hand over your cash and wait for your change while all the other customers queued up behind you.
So we were rather apprehensive when we stepped through the door. We loitered at the back for a moment, before Janet egged me on in.
I could see there were other customers in the store, so I tried to play it cool, perusing the stock on the shelves, waiting for them to leave. Unfortunately the stock I was perusing turned out to be an extensive range of tampons and sanitary towels!
Awkward…
Nevertheless, I continued on my quest and approached the counter, preparing to ask for “A packet of durex please.” However, the words died in my throat, when I looked up and discovered that the shop assistant was a lady – a middle aged lady. She greeted me with the words, “How can I help you sonny”.
I mean, “Sonny”?
How young did she think I was?
I lost my nerve.
I left with nothing but a packet of cough sweets…
At least there was still another shop to try and I could see that it had a male assistant behind the till. I was sure he’d be ready to help a young chap out. We were both “men of the world”, after all.
I approached the till with more confidence and bravado this time, but I heard Janet calling my name with an urgent whisper.
She was shaking her head and waving her hand in a “cut throat” motion. She was telling me to walk out.
“What’s that matter,” I asked, “I’m sure the man will sell me some.”
“But he’s not just any man, is he? He’sMaria’s dad.
My best friend’s dad!
He knows my Mum.
He knows I’m only 13 for God’s sake!”
“Well that’s it then,” I sighed, “There aren’t any more chemists in town.”
We returned home, empty handed, apart from the cough sweets!
It was disappointing, but I tried to soften the blow, “Maybe it’s for the best. I mean we are still young – and they say it’s painful for girls when they do it for the first time. It’s probably best if we wait till you’re a bit older.”
“Yeah…. but… actually that won’t be a problem for me anymore.”
“Oh, sorry.
I didn’t mean to presume. ..
Er, I just thought you’d never been with a boy before.”
“Oh I haven’t.
Just you and your fingers.
You see it only hurts the first time because girls have this little bit of skin inside their fanny. I think it’s called a Whyman, or something like that and, well it gets broken when a boy sticks his dick in there and nd it stings, but once it’s gone, It’s gone and it never hurts again.”
“I see…”
“No, I haven’t told you everything yet.
It’s a secret.
But we were chatting about it on a girls’ sleepover, one night and we all decided we might as well just get it all over with and we had this hairbrush with a long handle.”
“What?
You all put that up your….your fannies?”
“Yeah.” She nodded, blushing, “That’s why your finger slipped in so easily.”
I couldn’t believe it.
“Is that all you girls do on your sleepovers? Just sex stuff?”
“Well it’s more fun than football, isn’t it?”
I guess she was right.
——–‐——–
Well we might not have managed to get any rubbers but, that wasn’t going to stop us from having more fun together. We still had all summer!
Of course we would have to take care not to get caught and Mum had started making sure we were up and about by 8am so we wouldn’t be able spend the whole morning in bed together again. We’d just have to take our opportunities where we could.
A quick grope in the bathroom.
A brief make out session while Mum went to the corner shop.
A slap on Janet’s bum as I followed her upstairs.
A silent fumble, when I crept into her room, in the middle of the night.
Or even a simple snog in the park.
They all kept the fires burning, but we craved some proper “alone time”.
Just the two of us and our imaginations.
Despite our efforts, there were some days, when we hardly saw each other at all.
One Friday I went out before my sister had returned from an overnight stay at her friend’s house and I spent the whole day playing football with my mates.
I didn’t get home for tea until 7pm and Janet had already eaten hers, so she was upstairs listening to music, painting her nails or doing whatever girls do when they disappear for hours on end.
Dad had been working hard all week so he’d decided to take Mum out for the evening.
I didn’t mind being in my own, though.
There was a film that I wanted to watch on the telly.
It was about half an hour later when Janet put her head around the door.
“Is the film any good.” she asked.
“Yes, it’s a James Bond. I haven’t seen this one before.”
“Oh. Okay, well I just thought I’d let you know I’m going to bed now.”
I turned away from the TV. She was already in her flimsy blue nightie.
“But it’s not even half past eight.”
“I know. I said I’m going to bed. I didn’t say anything about sleeping.” She turned to leave, hoisting up the back of her skirt and flashing her bare backside.
“Night, night. Enjoy your film.”.
Well the film was good, but not that good.
I wasn’t going to ignore my sister’s invitation.
It was time for bed!
I went up to Janet’s room. The door was open, the light was on and she was lying there, smiling.
“Ah Mr Bond, I’ve been expecting you.” was her unexpected welcome.
“Well, I wouldn’t want to disappoint a lady and this looks like it’s an undercover mission.” was my attempt at a witty reply.
“Yes, and the sooner you’re under these covers, the better.” She pulled her nighty off, over her head. Revealing her lovely titties but keeping her virgin fanny hidden, as usual.
I couldn’t get out of my clothes quickly enough. I was so excited, I caught my ankle in my underpants and stumbled onto the bed.
It wasn’t my best moment, but it made Janet laugh.
We were soon in each other’s arms, sharing loving kisses and tender caresses. Her tits, my arse, her fanny, my cock, unhurried, comfortable in our embrace.
She broke the kiss first.
“I had lots of fun at Jenny’s sleepover, last night,” she whispered, “I did miss you though.”
“Missed you too,” I replie1, it was only polite.
“What did you get up to? Did you play Dare Game?”
“No, but Jenny did get a birthday spanking. Her bottom was ever so red!
Oh, and we played “Models and Photographers. Everyone loved my poses. They said I was the best.”
“I’m not surprised. I told you, you’re a great little model.”
“Well they liked all those poses you taught me, especially that one where you made me push my boobs up and try to lick them.
We all had a go at that.”
“Really,” I chuckled.
“Yes, it was, so funny.
Liz was the only one that managed to do it.”
“I don’t think I know Liz. I suppose she must have the biggest tits then.”
“No, Kate’s are the biggest, but Liz has got the longest tongue.”
“Well that’s something, I suppose.
“It turned out to be really useful,” she giggled. Embarrassed.
I was intrigued, “Why would that be then?” I knew she was dying to tell me..
“Well,” she leant up on one elbow to share her news. “Jenny’s big sister was there and she told us all about Orrell, if you know what that is.”
“Isn’t it a town up near Manchester? It’s got a rugby team, I think.:
“Oh, well that must be where they invented it then. It’s a special sex thing and feels great!”
It was obvious I didn’t know what she was on about.
“You know how we touch eachother – down there?” she continued.
“Yeah.”
“Well we do that. But with our mouths!”
“W, what I blustered.
You mean I, I’d have to lick your fanny and you’d… well you’d have to lick my dick?”
“That’s right. She said her boyfriend asks her to do it all the time. He loves it.
I’m not surprised. It makes the girl feel wonderful too!” She gave me the biggest grin.
“Oh, but you can’t be sure of that though can you?
I mean, Jenny’s sister could have just made it all up.”
“Well.
You can’t tell anyone.
Ever.
But we all paired up and tried it out.
It was brilliant!”
“Really!
Who did you do it with?” I asked.
That earned me a slap…
“None of your business, you nosey thing.
Anyway, it’s really nice. I’m sure you’ll love it and Jenny’s sister says it’s a good thing for girls to do when they can’t have proper sex.”
“Oh, you mean if they’ve got a headache or something like that?”
“Yes,” she nodded, “Or if they haven’t got any rubber johnnies!
Can we do it?
Please?
It sounds perfect!”
———————-
She wanted me to do her first, but I’d have to do it under the covers and keep my eyes closed!
She didn’t want me to see her fanny and she said she was sure I could find my way around in the dark – I’d touched her there often enough.
I decided to start with her tits though – I knew what to do with those!
I kissed my way down her chest – just teasing little pecks – working my way down to those ever expanding adolescent curves.
I licked at the soft tender flesh, nibbling at the nipples, kissing the cleavage. Sucking them in and savouring every inch of them as they swelled to fill my mouth with their booby goodness.
Janet was breathing deeply, whispering words of approval, as her arousal increased, loving what I was doing but wanting more. She raised her hips, as if to remind me of my goal.
I continued my voyage down her body, trailing my kisses over her flat stomach, pausing to tongue her belly button before edging across her mound, towards her ultimate treasure.
There was more hair than I had expected and an unfamiliar scent, but it wasn’t going to put me off – it had already made my cock incredibly hard and I hadn’t even got to her fanny yet.
I didn’t really know what I was supposed to do with it, but Janet always liked what I did with my fingers so I decided to take that as my guide.
I found her lips and ran my tongue around them, up and down, tasting them, discovering their warmth, sucking them gently, feeling her body squirm in response.
Then I probed deeper – my tongue pushing out of my mouth and into her sex, stroking her silken walls, swirling within her, seeking out all her special, secret spaces.
She pushed back, writhing moaning, saying my name. She was getting all the feelings that she had hoped for, but she still wasn’t satisfied.
“Do my clit,” she gasped, “My button John, I need it.”
I hadn’t forgotten it.
I pulled my head away and lapped sodden slit, working my way up, nearing her nerve filled nub.
I played with the hood, brushing it with my tongue’s tip, teasing and tantalising, moving in tighter and tighter circles closing on her clit.
She was gasping, squirming, panting, losing control, like I had never seen before.
“Ohmygod, John, oh, oh, oooh that’s too much. Stop! Aaaaah, haaah, ha, don’t stop, I’m, I’m. Ooooooooooh, oh my god.”
I instinctively sucked her clit, latching on the tiny trigger.
It was just what needed.
Truly out of control she hit her peak, letting out a guttural cry of release as her body spasmed and her orgasm tore through every fibre of her being.
Neither of us understood what was happening, but we both knew it was good and we knew we’d be doing it again.
——-‐—-
It took a little while for my stepsister to come down from her endorphin filled high, but once she regained herself, she was ready to return the favour.
“Bloody hell, John, that was incredible. So much better than when I had it done at the sleepover.”
She kissed me, long and lingering.
She pushed a towel beneath my hips and took hold of my cock.
“Your turn now.”
She tried to follow same pattern that I had adopted, earlier. Kissing my chest and sucking my nipples. It was well intentioned and it did feel nice but it tickled and it felt a bit silly. Fortunately I managed not to laugh out loud.
She continued her way towards my crotch. I could feel my excitement swelling within me as she teased her way down my to my groin.
She complained that my pubes tickled her nose, but stuck to her task and I could soon feel the exquisite breeze of her warm breath upon my rock hard cock.
This supreme pleasure was soon surpassed by the gentle pressure of her tongue slicking it’s way along my length.
“Is that okay.” She asked, making me realise that she had never done this before.
I thought the tumescent state of my dick, my heavy breathing and the way my hips were flexing to meet her, would have answered her question, but I told her, “Yes, it’s perfect, just keep doing what you’re doing.”
I couldn’t bear her to stop.
“Ok,” I could hear the smile in her voice.
She became bolder, circling the head, sliding over the top, back and forth, tasting her first drops of cum.
“Salty,” she remarked, taking it without complaint.
Then she did it.
She took the next step.
Slipping her lips over the mushroom tip and taking my cock inside her.
It was only a couple of inches, but it was magical.
The warm wet intimate embrace of her mouth.
The unintended sensual action of her lips agsinst the sensitive ridge of my knob.
Surely no boy had ever felt better.
No, I was wrong.
She began to suck.
Rhythmically bobbing her head up and down my cock.
Sucking and licking.
Licking and sucking.
It was even better.
“Oh my god, Janet.”
It was such unknown bliss.
Pleasure beyond all measure, greater than anything I could possibly imagine.
“Oh my god.”
What had I done to deserve this?
If only we could do this all day.
But, of course, we couldn’t.
I couldn’t last that long!
In fact I couldn’t last much longer.
The girl had overpowered me!
I shot my load.
I couldn’t help it.
Spurting hot and hard, without warning.
Flooding her mouth.
She tried to swallow it.
She knew she should.
She did manage to take some it, but she gagged after the first rope.
Coughing and sputtering.
Breaking the erotic spell of our union.
Spilling my spunk onto her cheeks, her chin, her chest and the towel that she had, so wisely, positioned to protect her bed sheets.
“Oh, shit! I’m sorry, John.” I don’t think I’d ever heard her say that before.
“I spoilt it didn’t I? I was having so much fun that I forgot that was going to happen.
I’ll swallow it all for you next time.
Honest…”
I thought I must be the luckiest boy in the world.
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