Hans Scherner - Sex-starved sneak

Cecil had phoned home, talking to his mother and Alma and Blanche but not Donna telling them that he was all right, that he had a job, a place to live, and that everything was all right. He had been at Benny's then, just a week after he'd started at Shires and he'd given his mother an address, a post office address near Benny's, where she could write to him… if she wanted to… if she needed to…

His mother had asked him to come home, tearfully, pleadingly and he'd tried to remember if his mother had ever pleaded with him before. But he'd refused, sadly but firmly telling her it was better this way… Better for her and the girls and better for him, too.

He hadn't said that he was living as a girl, working as a girl… The only person who knew that was Beverly and Bev wouldn't tell, because… She was the only small part of his old life that overlapped his new, but Bev seemed so insignificant, unimportant after he'd met Shirley.

They left the office together, squeezed into the elevator, pressed squashily against each other like two ripe tomatoes so aware of each other's bodies savoring the nearness, the touch, the feel of their vibrant young flesh.

They walked home together, Shirley and Cecil, to their home • their own place, holding hands because they wanted to and not caring if they looked too childish or too naive or too young.

Cecil threw himself onto his bed, in their bedroom, after he'd eaten the light meal that Shirley had prepared so perfectly and watched her come into the room. He got a pure, sensual delight just out of looking at her. She was so neat, small, exquisitely proportioned and so alive!

"Well," Shirley let the word trickle out of her wet lips and fixed liquid, blue eyes on him.

He saw her unwrap the tiny skirt that he'd dragged so gently off her warm, sleeping or pretending to be sleeping flesh the night before.

She wriggled herself deliciously. The soft, rounded flesh inside her red briefs undulating with shimmering delight.

"Why did you pretend you were sleeping last night?" he asked.

Shirley giggled, unfastened her brassiere, and let her breasts thrust forward, unrestrainedly. "Because," she lisped like a little girl.

Cecil squirmed himself on his bed.

"Why don't you take that off?" asked Shirley, touching his short skirt with the tip of a dainty finger.

He hesitated, then unwrapped it slowly. The special panties strained against his crotch: concealing his penis but pressing on it, exciting it, making him so very aware of it… He rolled onto his face, quickly.

Shirley stared down at the white, rounded mounds that protruded on either side of the narrow strip over the cleft. She sank slowly onto the bed beside him. Her finger reached out, traced a delicate pattern on a rounded buttock. "Can I do that?" she asked, moving her face onto the pillow beside his.

"Yes," he murmured, looking at the cute face just inches away.

A small finger slid under a thin strip… Shirley pressed her finger into the cleft between the cheeks. "And that?" she whispered.

"Yes." His voice was hoarse and he let his eyes close.

Shirley's tongue flicked out, touched his lips, lightly.

Cecil reached up, seized her soft hair in his fingers, pulled her head until her lips were squashed against his. He kissed her greedily, thrusting his tongue against hers, feeling her fight it strain against him then relax, return the oral caresses, suck his tongue like he sucked hers, lick the soft tissue on the inside of his mouth… And her hand moved, a ringer thrust inward, stiffly… A muffled moan came from his mouth, he reared his body into the bed and his mouth moved off hers with the soft sound of suction.

"And that?" Shirley asked with a tensed, bright light in her eyes.

"If if you want to," he groaned.

"I do want to," she hissed, and her finger slid in deeper, turned, twisted and screwed until Cecil felt hot waves of melanged pain and pleasure throbbing through his flesh.

Suddenly, he jerked himself away from her, half sat up, and blurted: "Off take your briefs off, Shirley now!"

She stared at him with her eyes wide for a frightened second, then she tore off the flimsy panties with trembling hands.

He stared at vibrant hairs as they bristled on her belly. "I'm going to kiss you," he mumbled, and he slithered to the foot of the bed, reached up took a small foot in either hand, twisted Shirley onto her back then parted the feet, the legs, the thighs the tiny lips on her cunt curled open. His face slid up her body like a snake. He pressed his mouth down onto the tiny vagina his tongue slid out, thrust at the small slit, pried it open with wet, licking probes. A small sound like a beginning wind started to waver from her lips. Gently, his teeth closed on the tip of her clitoris, he teased it tenderly, sweetly, excruciatingly.

Shirley squirmed and the wavering wind from her lips became wetter. Each time he sucked the clitoris into his mouth, small shivers undulated across Shirley's belly and as he bit it lightly, pressed his tongue strongly against it the small muscles on her inner thigh began to throb. He tried to probe deep into her vulva with his tongue. The slit was so narrow, the hole so small that his tongue was repulsed. He contented himself with drawing the whole, wet tissue into his mouth and sucking it until Shirley moaned shook, then vibrated with a nerve – shattering orgasm.

He felt her small cunt squirm with a new blast, and her moans became high then he withdrew his mouth, probed a finger into the tiny cunt, feeling the vaginal walls gripping the sides of his finger with a fierce, startling strength. She was so tiny I the thought impinged on his mind like a searing shock! He thrust in more strongly, deeper and felt the tensile barrier of a fragile hymen… She was a virgin* He trembled with the shock of discovery then Shirley wrenched her body violently, writhed screamed then jerked herself down, hard and deep onto the plunging finger and her hymen ruptured!

Cecil felt the trickle of blood he knew it was blood onto his hand. He drew back with a small sound of horror, then stared down, saw the revealing crimson stain streaming onto the sheet. "Ooh, Shirley," he moaned in remorse.

She wriggled onto her side, her eyes flickered down then she smiled. "You've raped me!" she murmured happily.

"Oh, Shirley," he whispered.

"I I came!" Shirley's eyes were round with wonder. "I I never came like like that before, Cecile!"

"You're so small," he murmured.

She closed her eyes, parted her wet lips, and let the words come out: "I'm too small," she said. "The doctor said that that I’d never never ever be able to go go with a man!" She opened her eyes, stared at Cecil with wide – eyed wonder. "Unless," she muttered, "I I had an operation," her eyes glazed with fear. "I I was so frightened, Cecile," she whispered, "I was so frightened I didn't want them to cut up my veegee!"

Cecil smiled tenderly at her. "They wouldn't have cut you up," he murmured, crawling up the bed until his face was beside hers. "You'd have been all right!"

She shook her head. "No, Cecile," her small voice was serious. "I know they'd have have messed me all up!"

He kissed her hotly, letting her squirm her tiny, frightened tongue into his mouth as if it sought for reassurance.

"Even though I'm such a mess you still love me?" she asked in a small voice.

"Yes," he whispered, "the way you are I love you because of the way you are." He smiled into her eyes.

"Cecile, I love you" she whispered, pulling his mouth to hers.

"Even though " he asked when she released his lips, "I seduced you took away your virginity?"

She smiled at him. "I oughta make you marry me!" she whispered.

All at once, Cecil got a crazy feeling. She was so small! And him! Alma's voice seemed to ring in his ears: You're too damned small, Cecil that's what the trouble is!