Date: Thu, 15 Jun 2023 18:34:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: UJ
Subject: I Was Out of Control

I Was Out of Control

At age 14 I was an absolute horno-maniac!! That's to say that my gonads
had complete control over my mind, my hands, and every other part of me
that could deliver perpetual orgasms.  I'd discovered jerking off when I
was 10 and it had been ramping up until now.  I was doing it 5, 6, or
sometimes 7 times a day.  My pecker even had calluses!

I'd do it in my bed when I first awoke.  And of course, at night before
sleep.  And at lunchtime, and in my treehouse after school.  I'd rub one
off with my hand in my pocket while watching those dumb math and science
videos.  And in the woods, and anywhere else I could be alone.

Did I mention that both me and my little sister are home schooled, and
that we live way out on a used-to-farm in podunksville?  I have no real
friends, just the two cows we keep and a whole flock of chickens.  At
least I haven't taken to using any of them for getting off!!

We live maybe a 20-minute ride from a tiny town in central North
Carolina.  My mom drives us there once a week to the tiny library.  We
also get to go grocery shopping and run errands and crud.  It's not like
we're totally isolated and cut off from civilization, but it sure feels
like it!

There's a regional home school group my mom signed us up for that about
once a month we get together with other home school brats to have
competitions or field trips or whatever.  I know a couple kids my age
from that, but they're not really friends.

At least my sister, her name is Jamie, has a friend who lives maybe half
a mile from us.  They're both 11 and in 5th grade.  Jamie, like me, is
home schooled, but her friend Jacob goes to the town's only elementary
school.  They don't see each other every day, but its close.  I'm kinda
jealous of her for having a bud.

By the way, my name is Jake.  Like I said, I'm 14.  Just had my birthday
about a month ago.  I'm in 8th grade.  My mom says that if I can get
good enough grades and pass the state's comprehensive exam at the end of
the year with a good score, she might let me go to public high school
next year.  So, despite my constantly jerking off, I really am trying to
study hard.  And no, I don't mean that as a double entendre!

My mom stays at home to take care of our big old farmhouse, tend to the
animals, including our two dogs and 5 cats.  And she helps us in our
schoolwork as best she can.  Our dad works in town and manages the
region's biggest bank.  We moved here about 5 years ago from Charlotte.
I don't remember much from back then; except I had actual friends.  I
miss that.

But anyway, back to my big problem.  My brain is so full of sex its tough
to think about anything else.  When I get to the library, I sneak looks
at magazines and books or anything else to fill in my imagination's
gaps.  Even looking at those giant-boobed jungle ladies in National
Geographic gets me boned up!  And what's worse is that my little sister
is beginning to look good to me!

I mean, she's just an annoying little twerp.  But recently I noticed
she's got little tiny booblettes beginning to poke out on her chest.
And her waist, well, its got curves.  Every day that goes by she loses
more of that baby fat and, well, truthfully, she's appearing more and
more in my fantasies.  I know it's wrong for me to dream of humping my
own little sister.  But when she walks around so much in her undies and a
tight tee shirt, what am I supposed to do with that?

Okay, so let me tell you about what happened.  All this was a long time
ago, back in the early 1980's.  No internet, no cell phones, and for us,
no cable TV, nothing really.  So, one evening, up in my room, Jamie had
sneaked in to scare me while I was reading at my desk.  She was very
quiet, and I really didn't know she was there.  So, she reaches around
my chair and pokes my ribs hard.  I was so startled I jumped up and fell
off the chair onto the floor.  Then she jumps on me and starts tickling
me.  And of course, I wrestle back, and we get into a kind of playful
brawl.

She's wearing some short shorts and one of her tight tee shirts, so, Mr.
Boner makes an appearance in my jean shorts.  Jamie's only in 5th grade,
but she's not totally ignorant of sex and the mechanics of fucking.  I
mean, we do live on a farm and animals fuck.  So, she says, "I didn't
know it could get that big!!"

To be honest, I'm not that big.  I'm 5-inches and a bit when it's
hard.  My balls hang low in a pouch that's got a few hairs on it to
match the crown of hairs where my dick sticks out.  Not impressive to me,
but to an 11-year-old 5th grader, it was to her.

In the ensuing conversation I joked (was it really a joke?) that I would
be happy to show her mine live and in-person if she'd show me hers.
What shocked me was that she agreed!  30-seconds later we're both
standing there naked as jay birds ogling each other.  I can't get enough
of seeing those baby boobs and Jamie reaches out to feel just how hard a
14-year-old's hard-on can be.

That's when I suggested that we could just get it over with and remove
each other's virginity.  That I'd be happy to do that deed for her.
Thing is, she didn't run off, or get freaked out, or scream for mom or
dad who were both downstairs.  Instead, she remarked that when she was
older, and someone asked her who she'd lost it to, she didn't want to
have to say it was her brother, or to have to lie.

So, we just looked at each other some more.  She laid on my bed so I
could see her hairless virgin cunt close up.  I demonstrated jerking off,
but stopped long before I shot my wad.  We figured out how to position
ourselves when we would eventually screw our first partners.  And that
was it.  She went to her room.  I stayed in mine.  But about five minutes
later I blew the biggest, hottest, gooiest wad of my life.  It landed on
the poster over my bed and left a stain that's still on it after all
these years, though it's rolled up now in my attic.

But the story doesn't end there.  Turns out that the next day was
library day.  And who do you think was in the library with us at the same
time?  Jamie's little friend Jacob from up the road.  Now Jacob, who's
11, does not exude sexuality.  He's a kid who likes little league
baseball and getting dirty in actual dirt.  I wouldn't call him and me
friends, but we'd talked to each other a zillion times when he was over
visiting my sister.  Jamie got busy talking to some other 5th grade girls
who were there, so I was able to get Jacob alone at a far-off table in a
distant corner.

I started slow, asking him what he thought about girls.  He got a sly
grin on his pretty little face.  He was beginning to think of girls a
little differently than he had even a few months before.  I asked him
what he thought about Jamie.   That's when he blushed.  Then I asked him
the big question, "Have you ever thought about fucking her?"  I don't
think I'd ever seen a kid's eyes open as widely as his.  His mouth
gaped open, and his ears turned bright red in contrast to his nearly
white, blond hair.  He was utterly speechless.

"I'm pretty sure she'd let ya, I mean, if ya wanted to."  I whispered
quietly.  I added, "Hell, I bet if you rode home with us, you could
probably get your rocks off with her this afternoon!"  Then, even
surprising me who said it, I continued, "Shit, I'd like to watch some
of that!"

After hemming and hawing, stuttering and stammering, Jacob announced he
and his mom had some errands to run after the library visit.  So, I
suggested he could come by our place tomorrow, Saturday.  The kid scooted
his chair back and shot away, gone.  I didn't know if I'd traumatized
him or damaged him for life or triggered some new fantasy, but the deed
was done.  Who could know what, if anything, would come of this.

Interestingly, when I got home and got to my treehouse, I imagined little
blond Jacob with his hard boy bits pushing his hips, so his baby hotdog
plugged into Jamie's naked slit that was still fresh in my mind.
Weirdly, I wasn't sure which of the two I wanted to see sexercise more.

It wasn't Saturday I next saw Jacob, but Sunday.  His was a church-going
family, so it was around 2 that afternoon when his bike rode up our
driveway.  I was out in the yard throwing sticks with the dogs.  Instead
of going to our house's door and ringing the doorbell like he usually
did, he dropped his bike and walked towards me.  I didn't know where
Jamie was, probably inside helping mom make Sunday dinner.

When close enough he whispered, "Were you serious the other day?  Do you
really think she'd let me, ya know, put it in her?"  He said that
without even saying hello or boo or anything else.  Clearly, the
11-year-old's thoughts had been consumed with the potential of his first
fuck.  I just nodded.  "Holy shit!!" the kid exclaimed.  It was the
first time I'd ever heard the kid cuss.  I looked at my watch and said,
"We're gonna eat in a few minutes.  Come eat with us, and later on
we'll see what happens."  I gave him a sly smirk which caused his ears
to turn red again.

Jamie seemed a bit surprised to see Jacob on a Sunday when he came inside
the house with me.  The `rents took no notice but welcomed him, setting
another plate at the table.  Dinner was pork roast and buttered boiled
potatoes plus assorted vegetables from our garden.  Yummy, good.  Jacob
didn't eat much, saying that he'd just had dinner with his family.  I
caught Jamie's eye a couple times; I was pretty sure she suspected I was
up to no good.

After we kids cleaned the table and loaded the dish washer, out we went
to the yard.  We took a big bone to the dogs, tossed a frisbee, and soon
enough retreated to the tree house.  The thing had been built by the
former owners and was big and sturdy in a giant hickory tree.  It had
windows with sliding screens and a trap door at the top of the ladder
bolted to the tree trunk.

The inside was plank flooring and was maybe 10 by 8 and tall enough to
stand in.  I kept a sleeping bag up there and pillows, and a couple jerk
off magazines I'd been able to smuggle.  I had books up there to read, a
few rags to clean myself up with, and nearly all the comforts of home
away from home.  It was the perfect place to watch these 5th graders get
their first fuck.

Jamie was still unaware, I think, of just what Jacob and I had hoped was
gonna happen.  I had a deck of cards up there I sometimes used to play
solitaire.  After a few pleasantries of conversation, I got right to the
point.  I suggested we play strip poker.  That's when Jamie caught the
drift.  She looked at me wide-eyed while Jacob just looked out a window.
I used a forefinger on one hand and my fist on the other to make the
classic fuck gesture.  My sister glared at me but said, "I'm game if
you are, Jacob!"  And with that, the three of us sat on the floor and I
dealt the cards.

Jamie was the first loser.  She went right for it; the cost was her tee
shirt.  Jacob and I both had a hard time concentrating on the card game
with her mesmerizing booblettes capturing our eyes.  Next Jacob lost his
sneakers and was soon down to just his tighty whities.  I was astounded
at just how long the boner was he was hiding.  It had to be close to my
length, maybe a bit shorter, but quite a bit thinner.  Jamie was the
first one to be completely naked.  Sitting cross-legged as she was, her
bare pussy slit was open a tad to see the bits just beyond the opening.
Jacob and I had just our undies left, but they were gone in the next
hand.  I took mine off while he lowered his.

I was right.  His thin pole was nearly as long as mine, but minus any
hair.  His cute balls were in a tight little pouch descending a bit from
his long pole.  It really did look just like a hotdog with a cut of his
foreskin at the end.  I wondered if the kid could squirt, and even found
myself wondering what it tasted like.  Though I wouldn't admit it to
anyone, I actually liked the taste of my own.

Jamie got up from the floor and scooted atop my sleeping bag.  She slid
some pillows up and around, like we'd practiced Friday night.  Without
saying a thing, Jacob stood up, looking down on the 11-year-old girl he
was about to deflower.  "Get on your knees between my legs", she
whispered gently.  The boy did, and followed her other directions until
his loaded cock was poking just into her slit.  I later learned she'd
practiced on Saturday with a chopped off carrot and wasn't totally
unprepared for today.

It took Jacob several pushes in and out to spread the limited moisture
around.  He decided to spit down there to help.  We three virgins didn't
know much about how these things were supposed to work.  But finally, his
skinny 4-3/4 -inches were fully engulfed inside my little sister's
11-year-old cunt.  And the kid pumped.  I moved around so I could witness
his tight balls bounce against my sisters ass as he thrust himself deeply
into her.

It didn't take but a couple minutes, but I heard Jacob's breathing grow
shallow, and then he grunted long and hard with his unchanged boy voice.
The preteen had just cum in my baby sister's hot cunt.  He fell on top
of her and slowly resumed breathing.  Jamie glanced over to me and
whispered, "Jacob will always be my first."

The boy eventually pulled out when he was deflated.  A tiny ribbon of goo
demonstrated that the 11-year-old had really shot dick snot from his cock
into my sister.  There were a few traces of red here and there.  I tossed
him an unused jerk rag to clean himself up and my little sister, too.

Five minutes later, we were all redressed and down the ladder, back in
the yard.  We tossed the frisbee some more.  The two of them went for a
walk in the woods while I went back up the treehouse to jerk myself while
sniffing Jacob's spent cum on the rag.

Yes, I fucked my little sister that night.  Twice, actually.  And for
many nights to come.  Jacob fucked her less than me, but he got his
weekly share.  And on his 12th birthday, just a month later, I tasted his
cum in my mouth by direct delivery.  But that's a secret we won't share
with Jamie.