2404 Elm Street Three days ago

This story is mostly true I guess. I mean, I don't really remember every word or anything, but I remember what happened. Odd that parts of it would be so fuzzy to me because this happened just three days ago. I still find it hard to believe it wasn't just another one of THOSE dreams. I am just a lad on the verge of metamorphosis into being a man. I am painfully shy. I grew up in a middle class neighborhood in a small town in a state that seemed to be full of small towns. I know that's not true, but all I ever saw was the ones that were no larger than mine. I live there now cause this story, once again, happened just three days ago. I am barely over five feet tall and weigh just over ninety pounds. I had always wanted to be with a girl...maybe not always...but it doesn't matter when it started...I wanted one now. I wanted to touch a real live girl and have her let me do just what I wanted to do, but there were no girls like that. At least none who would be like that with a skinny little guy like me...until three days ago. Dad sometimes took me with him when he went to the bars. I would play shuffleboard while he drank beer and told loud stories to his friends. A few times he didn't sit at the bar at all. He sat in a booth with a woman with big tits and bright red lipstick. They would talk quietly and occasionally there would be outbursts of laughter. It was kind of embarrassing. I sipped some more of my Coke and continued to watch as discreetly as I could. Mom probably wouldn't like this lady. I did...a little bit... but all I could do at that time was to play shuffleboard and think about the female of the species and how much I wanted to play with one...and not in a nice polite sort of way. Too much of the soft drinks makes one have to pee. I never liked going into the men's room at that bar because sometimes a d***k guy would be in there and I would have to wait for him to get done. This time there was an old fat guy at the urinal. He was taking his time, so I went into the stall. At least he couldn't see me there. I lifted the lid with my foot and was aiming at the water in the bowl when I saw something written just to the left of me at eye level. It read: Want a hot fuck with a nasty slut? My ex-wife lives at 2404 Elm Street. No need to call. Just knock on the door and the whore will do what you want for nothing. I was kind of excited reading this. I mean I knew that sometimes people just wrote stuff like this and it wasn't true, but maybe this one was. Elm street was six blocks from my street. We were at 1558 on my street, so I figured she had to be one block down...and the six blocks over. It was Saturday...three days ago. I dressed as nicely as I could for a weekend. I had on my good school pants and my new tennis shoes. I wore my favorite tee shirt, the one that had Batman looking at the Batman signal in the sky. In no time I was on Elm. I pedaled down the street and finally came to 2404. I rode past the house and turned around several times to ride past it again and again. It's funny, but the idea of the house with a woman who would fuck for nothing was so exciting that my cock got to be uncomfortable. Finally I rode around until I got to the alley behind those houses on that part of Elm Street. I rode my bike to a fence that was near 2404. The garbage cans all had that number painted on them. I left the bike there then walked back to Elm Street. I walked on the sidewalk and was just past 2404 when I decided that the only way to know was to be brave and go to the door. I rang the doorbell and stood in front of the screen door. Nobody came to the door so I rang the doorbell again. I listened hard and realized the doorbell must be broken so I pulled the screen door open and knocked on the hardwood door. After an eternity a woman opened the door slowly, looking out at me. I saw her looking at me. I mustered up my brightest smile. She opened the door wider and looked around behind me. "You alone?" I shook my head yes. She hesitated for a minute or so and asked "Are you here to see Andrea?" I shrugged my shoulders and said nothing. "What is your name? Either you are here to see me or here to see Andrea. Looking at you I would guess you are not here to see me and might be a friend of hers. I don't know any k**s like you." She turned her head and yelled out, "Hey Andrea. Looks like your boyfriend is here." I wasn't sure if I should stay, because I couldn't really say I was here to see the woman who would "fuck for nothing." She opened the door wider and said, "Come on in. Andrea, as you probably know, is kind of shy." She had me sit at a large brown couch. I sat there wondering if I should just run. I was just about to get up when this skinny girl walked into the living room. She had the palest skin and platinum blonde hair that I was pretty sure wasn't dyed. She stood about six feet from me, moving her hands over each other like she was washing them. After several quiet moments of dry hand washing, Andrea put her palms on her thighs and asked, "Uh...I don't think I know you. Did you tell my Mom you are my...my...boyfriend?" She looked around to see if her mother was listening. She moved closer. I could see better now that while she was as skinny as I was, she had the starts of some really nice tits. I stood up and stuck out my hand and said, "My name is Peter. I didn't tell your Mom anything. She just said I must be there for you and she smiled so I thought I would see who you were. I can go if...you know...if you think I should go. She crossed her arms right under those small bumps that were going to be bigger ones someday and considered her options. Finally she asked, "Why did you come to our house Peter?" I turned bright red and Andrea started to laugh a little. "Sometimes men come here because someone wrote something on some wall somewhere. They come here to see my Mom." I was interested in that, but asked no questions...I just obviously looked interested. Andrea laughed again and said, "Those guys were all men. I know she would have them stay for a while. I always had to stay in my room with my door locked when they were here. I decided to tell the truth. "Well...I saw that note on the wall...I thought...well...I think I need to go." Andrea put her hand on my arm and said, "No PLEASE. Don't go. It gets kind of lonesome here. Mom always has these guys and there will be more of them...maybe even today. Last Saturday there was one right after the other all day long and into the night. That's why I have to keep my bedroom door locked...so none of them...eww...try to do anything...you know." She lifted her eyebrows and gave me a significant look. "I would love to have someone to talk to...that is...if you want to talk to someone like me. I mean, I know you came here expecting to...uh spend some time with my Mom. I know you're not my boyfriend, but would you mind pretending that you are? Mom always thinks I should have a boyfriend. We could go to my room...if you don't really need to leave right away." I looked at her hopeful expectant face, then down at the little bumps under her shirt, then back at her face and said, "I would love to talk to you. I get kind of bored too. Girls don't really talk to me much...that's why.... Andrea laughed, "yeah, I know that's why you came here. We can talk about lots of things Peter." She raised her eyebrows again and gave me a meaningful look. Just then there was loud knocking at the door. Andrea took my hand and said, "Come on quick Peter before Mom comes out." When we got into her room, she closed and locked the door. "Not many places to sit in here Peter, so we can just sit on my bed." We sat down and stared at each other, then looked away, they stared again. We both started laughing at the same time. "Okay Peter, so you're my 'boy friend.' She made little quotation marks in the air when she said that. So if you're my boyfriend...I should know some things about you. What school do you go to? I told her. She smiled and said, "I go there too! You must be in a different grade. I told her and she smiled saying, "Oh, then I am a couple of years younger than you." We talked about teachers at the school. About how we both wanted to be out of school. The talk went to dances. She wanted to know if I went to dances. I shook my head a resounding no, nope,never. She laughed and clapped her hands. "Me either...or is it me neither." Then she leaned forward and asked, "Have you ever kissed a girl?" I smiled and shook my head no. Her face got red and she asked, "Do you want to kiss me?" I know my eyes got wide. I said, "I would! Have you ever kissed a boy?" She made a yuck look with her mouth and giggled as she said, "I would have, but no one ever asked. Sometimes all you have to do is ask." We waited in the pregnant silence for less than a minute. I finally figured out I had been given my cue. "Uh Andrea?! May I kiss you?" She turned red, smiled and said "Oh yes!" I started licking my lips because they were dry. She was doing the same. We laughed at each other...then, eyes wide open, moved face to face. We both tried to turn our heads the same way and giggled at that. I held her face, turned mine and pressed my lips against her. The lips slid against each other since they were freshly moistened. We kissed soft, then hard...hard enough for our teeth to crash into each other. We pulled back then, looking at each other and at the same moment put our arms around the other and kissed a long hard kiss. Andrea tested the waters that time with the tip of her tongue. My cock was already hard, but this took it to a new level. I pushed my tongue against hers and soon we were full on doing what they must do in Paris. There was a knock on the door. We both froze. Andrea asked, "Yes?" Her Mom said she had several friends over and told her she would need to make her own dinner. In a whisper her Mom asked, "Is your friend with you?" Andrea waited a few minutes then said, "Yes Mom. Peter is here. We were just kissing when you interrupted us." I thought my heart was going to jump out of my chest when she said that. There was a pause at the door. "You took your pill today didn't you?" Andrea sighed, "Yes Mom I took my pill. You tell me to take my pill and so I do." Her Mom said, "Good honey, that's good. Have fun. We can talk about it later if you like." After her Mom left I gave Andrea a look. She knew what I was thinking. "Mom knows I'm a virgin. She has had me take a birth control pill since the day the men started coming to the house. She just doesn't want a pregnant daughter." I stared at her in silence, totally aware that my cock was working with a mind of its own. Andrea smiled and asked, "Have you ever?...you know...fucked?" I shook my head no and then said, "Well, that's why I came here. I didn't know you were going to be here...but...no I am a virgin too. She asked if I had ever seen a naked girl. I told her about the Playboy I had under my mattress. "I haven't seen a naked girl in real life. I would like to though." Andrea looked down at my pants and smiled. "Your pants are sticking out like the pants of some of the guys who come here Peter. I saw a naked guy once. He was here for my Mom and she was already busy with one, he saw me and unzipped his pants. His...cock was big and hard and would have been fascinating to see if my Mom hadn't come out into the room naked and started yelling at him. She picked up the phone and said she was calling the cops. That guy zipped up and was out the door in a heartbeat. Mom apologized to me. She told me to stay in my room and lock the door. Then she went back to her room where a man was waiting. Two days later she took me to the doctor to get birth control pills." "Can I see it Peter?" She looked at me hopefully. "Your cock is hard and I want to really look at it. Would that be okay?" I got up, went to the door to make sure it was locked...it was. I was really nervous, but she had already given me the permission to do what I had wanted to do with a girl forever. Part of it anyway. I wanted a girl to see my hard cock and I wanted to see and touch a naked girl. I took a deep breath then knelt down to untie my tennis shoes and remove my socks. I stood up several feet from Andrea's bed. She sat with her feet over the side, hands clasped in her lap and waited. I pulled off my tee shirt and put it with my shoes. My fingers felt like they wouldn't work at first on my Levis. I finally got the top button undone. I unzipped my pants and stepped out of them. Andrea's mouth made a "Wow" silently when she saw my covered cock pushing out my underwear. My heart was beating like drums in the jungle I could almost hear the pounding. I took a deep breath and pulled them down. My cock was pointed, in kind of cock-eyed toward Andrea. She looked at my cock then back up at my face and back at my cock. She whispered, "It's wonderful Peter! May I...could I...touch it?" I nodded my head 'yes.' She whispered again, "Could you move closer to me?" I moved so my knees were touching her bed between her partially open legs. The tip of my cock was inches from her face. She slowly moved her pale white hand toward the diamond hard shaft. She moved her fingertips over the hard meat in front of her. That drove me crazy. Soon she had her hand on the shaft and lifted my cock so she could look at the head from underneath. "Do you...uh...masturbate Peter?" I said a quiet 'Uh huh.' She asked, "Could you...show me how you do it?" Her eyes looked up to mine. I nodded my head and asked, "you mean...now?" She smiled and said, "Yes!...Please!" I asked if she wanted me to do it right there. She nodded her head smiling. "You know, don't you, that at some point some stuff is going to squirt out of me. It might get all over your clothes." She thought that over then said, "Well, since you are naked,maybe I should be naked too?!" I grinned now and said, "Yes...Please!" She pushed me back some then stood up so her body had room to remove her clothes. She leaned forward, placed a hand on my cock and kissed my mouth. "Are you as excited as I am Peter?" I patted my hard cock and said, "Well, yeah, I think so Andrea." She pulled her shirt over her head. She didn't need a bra. Her breasts were nice little almost handfuls. She had beautiful pink nipples that were standing up and riveting to look at. "My tits are going to grow Peter. They will probably be as big as Mom's someday...but..." I put a hand on her left breast and put my thumb and forefinger on her nipple. I was thinking her breasts were like the thorns on a rosebush. A beautiful little curve at the top and pointy at the tip. She gasped and I said, "I like your tits right now Andrea. This is the first tit I have ever seen in real life and the only one I've touched. I put my hand on her other tit and said, "Okay, so now I have touched two tits." We laughed and then kissed, then laughed while kissing. She sat back on the bed, kicked off her flip flops and unbuttoned her light blue shorts. She lifted up from the bed to remove them. Her panties were white cotton and soaked between her legs. She reddened and said, "I guess I'm kind of excited too!" She stood up and kissed me while she slid her panties down her slim thighs. Before I could really see her cunt she moved to a small chest of drawers and pulled out several large red towels. She lay them on the bed and sat on them. She held up her panties so I could see how wet they were. " As wet as I am, I don't want to get my sheets all messed up. Besides," she said,"we might need these towels for a more messy problem." I was thinking she meant the cum I would get all over her and maybe her sheets. I didn't think of the other possibility. She leaned back on her arms and said, "Show me now Peter. It's okay if it...splashes on me." I looked at her body, the tender breasts a pleasure to see. I asked her to move her legs apart a little so I could see her pussy. She obliged me by opening her legs very wide apart. Like me she had just a sparse growth of hair on her sex. I started stroking, looking at her face and her body. After a bit she asked, "Is there quite a lot of it Peter? Cum I mean." I smiled wickedly (for me) and nodded my head. She grinned and said, "Good!" She watched me stroking and asked, "Okay, so now you are looking at me. Do you look at pictures or something or do you just have things in your head you think about?" I told her again about the Playboy. She laughed when I told her I couldn't look at the centerfold anymore because I had stupidly shot my semen onto the picture and now it's glued to itself and won't open. I asked if she masturbated and it was like a light was turned on when she said, "Oh...yeah...you want to see me masturbate too. I do it lots of times, usually while listening to Mom with the men. Want me to show you how I do it?" I looked hard at her, then smiled and said, "Fuck yes I want to see you do it." Andrea sat more upright then and put a hand on her left tit, her fingers squeezing her nipple. Her right hand she moved between her legs and stroked near the top of the slit, which I could really see now for the first time. Her slit was pink and puffy and the juices inside were shiny. I stared at her cunt as she fingered it. She stared at my cock as I stroked it. Andrea started coming before I did. She made sweet little mewing sounds then her body went rigid as her middle finger pressed hard just inside of her slit. When her body relaxed from that orgasm and was staring intently at my cock when I started beating it much MUCH faster. She wiggled her but on the bed looking forward to the semen. I made a guttural moan and the first stream shot through the air and landed in her hair and on the side of her face and onto her neck. She jerked back and I aimed the next spurts to her little rose thorns. She laughed when the hot semen painted stripes over her tits. I kept jacking and spurting onto the virgin's pale flesh. When I was done, she did the oddest thing. She put her hands onto the semen on her face and rubbed it all over her face. She moved then to her tits and rubbed the jizz on her them. She pulled on her nipples, giggled and said, "My fingers are sticky." She smiled broadly and said, "That was GREAT Peter!" She got up then, unlocked the door and looked down the hall. She looked back and whispered, "The coast is clear. Let's go get some water and washcloths, maybe a shower Peter." I looked at her with a "what the fuck" look and said, "you mean naked?" She smirked at me and said, "Yes. Let's go!" She darted out of the room. I followed after her and soon we were in the bathroom. She turned on the shower and when it was warm we got in and using soap and hands washed each other's bodies off. I got the opportunity to have a closer look at her pussy. I was kneeling in front of her, soaping her cunt and then moving my head so the shower stream could wash away the soap suds. I had never seen a pussy and it was more wonderful than I imagined. I knew the basic anatomy, but didn't know really about lips and the clit. She let me move a finger inside of her. She was so slippery in there. I spread her lips and put my tongue inside of her. She bent forward, her hands on my head as she pushed her open cunt against my mouth. There was a small rap at the door and her mother asked, "Are you in there Andrea?" She caught her breath and said, "Yes I am Mother. Peter is with me. We were just cleaning up a little." In an amused and sultry voice her mother said, "Oh good. So baby's not a virgin anymore." Andrea said loudly, "If you MUST know mother we haven't fucked yet. We have just," she started giggling," Exchanged some fluids." All three of us laughed at that. "Get some towels Andrea...you are probably going to bleed. I know I bled like a stuck pig my first time." We got out of the shower then and dried off. We took some washcloths with us in a small plastic pail we filled with hot water. Andrea opened the door and we stepped into the hallway. Her mother was standing naked not six feet away from us. She had her Polaroid camera in her hands. We stopped in shock side by side. The flash went off. Her Mom looked at it and said, "One more" We didn't know what to do. She took two more. She handed Andrea two of the pictures and said, "Someday you will treasure this picture Andrea...and you too...uh Peter...right?" I said nothing but nodded my head yes. I tried not to look at Andrea's mom's naked body, but couldn't help it. She was kind of slim, and her tits were large and ponderous hanging down. She had a shaved cunt which had something oozing from it. I realized it was the remnants of what the men had left behind. "Will you be able to stay for dinner Peter?" I stammered for a bit when Andrea said, "Peter and I have not talked about dinner Mom." Her mother told me I was welcome to stay for dinner. I was really embarrassed now because my cock was hard again and both Andrea and her mother had noticed. Her Mom stayed right there across from the door to Andrea's room. She grinned as we walked toward the room. "Have lots of fun you two! She patted Andrea's butt and said, "It doesn't hurt much...just a little discomfort. Have him stop after he's broken into you. A coupla minutes and your little cooze should be ready for more action. I was staring at her hard nipples as she talked to her daughter. I wasn't ready for her hand to go onto my cock and gasped. Andrea said, "Mo om! I mean really!" She let go and said, "It's just a nice cock baby. My first one was older than I was and it wasn't this nice." We moved quickly into the room. Andrea slammed the door shut and locked the door. Her mom leaned against the door and said, "I will leave you two alone. You DO know I have a key to your room don't you?" "Yes Mother, now GO AWAY! We have only so much time before Peter has to go home." By this time I was not hard anymore. We were both kind of shaken. We stood up and wrapped our arms around each other. Feeling her taking in deep breaths as we got our equanimity back. We sat on the bed then and looked at the Polaroids and giggled. "Your cock was really hard! So did you like my Mom's tits that much Peter?" I pinched her left nipple lightly and said, "they were okay, but I love your tits Andrea. She kissed me hard and deep then. Her hand went to my flaccid cock and it soon was that long hard flute I had shot my love notes from not long before. Her eyes moved from my cock to my face. "So Peter. You wanna fuck?" I kissed her and said, "I do wanna fuck...but" She gave me a look and asked, "But what?" In the shower, when I was in front of you and I licked your pussy...I want to do that again. Maybe you would want to suck on my cock. I read about it. It's called sixty-nine because it looks like the numbers. She imagined that then brightened and said, "Oh Yessss!" I lay on my back while Andrea got on all fours above me. I saw her swollen mound inches above my mouth. I could smell her cunt. That was what I was most curious about. The Playboy Forum had a discussion of the scent of a woman and oral sex. I put my hands on the cute little butt hovering over me. I was ready to move my face to her slit when Andrea raced ahead of me, taking my cock just inside her lips. Her tongue worked over the head. I pushed Andrea's knees farther apart so her cunt was right there. I used my fingers to open her up and take a really good look. I pressed a finger inside her. I pushed until I was stopped. Andrea gasped. "I think that's it Peter. My cherry. I don't want you to break it like this. I want your cock to do it...okayee?" I stopped pressing and used my tongue to lap at the open red cunt. She moaned onto my cock and when my tongue went inside of her she lowered her mouth onto my shaft. We were both doing what amounted to deep kissing on steroids. I had to stop her when I knew I was about to come. I whispered, "I'm ready now Andrea. Are you ready for me?" She gasped and said breathlessly "oh YES Peter. I want you to fuck me now. I want you to take my cherry. I want to feel you deep inside of me." We got up from the bed. Andrea arranged the red towels along the middle of the bed. She asked if I would lie on my back so she could move her pussy onto my cock at her own speed. I didn't say a word, I just moved my ass over the towels and held my cock up for her to sit onto. Andrea straddled my groin and looked down as she held herself open for my cock. She smiled and moaned a happy moan as her lips took the head inside. She took about five minutes of just making the head move in and out. She liked how it popped out and then popped in. She started taking a bit more, still popping in and popping out. Finally she looked determined. Andrea let the head pop inside her and take what she had taken before, then take some more. Soon the head was poised right against the thin membrane. She lifted up and slid down on that spot for several times...three actually...then she took a deep breath and, with her hands on my hips, let her body plunge down hard onto the hard cock inside of her. She squealed when the hymen was broken. She leaned forward onto my chest crying and kissing me. I felt the warm trickle of red fluid oozing down my shaft. We remained joined like that for what seemed to be interminable time. She whispered finally, "Peter, I want to be on my back now. Do you think you can stay inside of me like this and roll me over onto my back?" I said I would try. With a combination of inching our bodies to one side of the bed and rolling around I eventually had her on her back still buried inside her. In a tender but loud voice she said, "Fuck me NOW Peter. I want to feel your cock moving inside of me. It only hurts a little and it's kind of a good hurt. FUCK ME!!" I fucked my new girlfriend hard, my face just six inches above hers. We looked into each other's eyes as I fucked her. When I came, I was buried deep inside of her. The delicious feeling of orgasm was the sweetest yet because my cock was inside of her cunt. When the fucking was over I fell asl**p on top of her. We were awakened by a knocking on the door. It was, of course, Andrea's mother. "I called your Dad Peter. He says it's all right to stay here dinner and to spend the night if you want. When you were there at the door, I knew I had seen you before. Your Dad is an old friend of mine. We used to meet at the Silver Saddle Bar. He's been to my house many times. He's coming over tomorrow to visit me and then to take you home. Dinner is ready in twenty minutes. Meals are casual here Peter. No need to dress.