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Jack and Adrian in elementary school
Jack and Adrian

It was Monday and I really didn’t want to go to work, but because of the little things like food, rent, gasoline and utilities, not to mention three credit cards, which were used up, and no longer available for purchases, I had to get my butt out of bed.

As I slid out of the warm covers, the cold room slapped me in the face like an unpaid hooker. I knew I had to go to the bathroom as Mr. Woody was pointing the way. I looked down at my cock and said,

“Don’t you ever go down? I know I haven’t loaned you out to a pussy in many months, but young ladies want to be wined and dined prior to giving up the use of their precious vaginas and I don’t have that kind of money.”

As I was still sleepy and tired, I refrained from standing with one hand on the wall and the other on my cock, so I sat down to pee. I would never admit it to my buddies, but I saw nothing wrong with it. Just because I sat to pee didn’t make me gay, did it?

I had been up working on a theory that might advance me at work and just maybe get me a better job. It was ten o’clock and although I was sleepy, I gave up on my research and found a web site with eighteen-year-old girls, fucking and sucking. They were very helpful in my quest to jack-off as I sat mesmerized with my mouth hanging open.

I always wondered who these girls are, as the girls I had dated wouldn’t fuck or suck me for candy, flowers and a shotgun pointed in their direction. Maybe I was just unlucky that way.

George, one of my beer-drinking buddies told me to look for girls who had tattoos, smoked and drank. Those three signs were indications that they fucked and sucked. Although I doubted George’s analysis, I have never looked at a girl with tattoos the same way since.

I suppose I was like Rene Descartes the famous French mathematician, scientist and philosopher. One of the reasons he was famous, was he stated, "I am thinking therefore I exist."

Many philosophers in those days were arguing over the idea of people not existing, like in a dream world. It was probably silly, but they didn’t have the problems we have now days, and they didn’t have television.

He was also the first major philosopher in the modern era to make a serious effort to defeat skepticism. His views about knowledge and certainty, as well as his views about the relationship between mind and body have been very influential over the last three centuries.
Although I’m sure those who are still with me, are fascinated and hanging on to every word, while the others with the six-hundred SATs and the seventy-five IQ’s, have long gone to a story about incest and fucking their mothers or sisters. The only thing I have in common with Descartes is the fact he was drawn to, and loved girls with crossed eyes.
No. I don’t love girls with crossed eyes, I love girls who are a little on the “shall we say, chunky side”. Descartes found later he was drawn to them as he had been in love with a little girl when he was a child. She had crossed eyes.
My first girlfriend was Adrian Lopez. She was a beautiful Mexican girl who was, because of her mother’s wonderful ethnic cooking, probably ten to fifteen pounds overweight.
Adrian however had the most beautiful face, dark brown eyes, black hair, deep dimples and “A” cup titties, I had ever seen. I guess Adrian liked me also, as she would invite me over to her house every day after school. Her mom always said,
“Hello Jack. How are you today?” Most of what she said was in Spanish so I would just say fine. She would always feed us, and then tell us to go out and play. As both of my parents worked, we would go to my house and play a board game or watch cartoons or something.

A lot of kids in elementary school took it upon themselves to ridicule Adrian and called her “fatty” and a few other less flattering words. The worst guy was Philip Langford who thought he was the king of the sixth grade. One day I was walking Adrian home when Philip kind of popped up in front of us. He looked at Adrian and said to me,

“Why don’t you get a dog Morgan and leave this pig alone.”

I don’t know what came over me, as I’m not prone to violence, but the next thing I realized, I had blood on my fist and it was the same blood that was coming out of Philip’s broken nose. He got up from the ground, turned on his heals and ran home, I guess. I looked at Adrian and she smiled at me. She then took my hand and we continued walking to her house.

In Spanish, she told her mom what had happened and how I had struck Philip in the nose. Her mother said, “Maldito Pendejo”, which I learned later meant, bastard or prick and Idiot in English. Her mom then kissed me on my cheek and softly rubbed it. She then told Adrian something in Spanish.

Adrian came over to where I was sitting in the kitchen, moved her body between my legs and placed both of her hands on my face. She looked at me with those beautiful dark Mexican eyes and kissed me on the lips, her tongue sliding into my mouth. I was in love with her from then on.

As usual her mother sent us out and told her to be home by dinner in three hours. As I had a new game called “Battleship”, we went to my house to play. When we got to my house and I got the game out, she sat in my dad’s Lazyboy recliner and said she didn’t want to play. When I asked her what she wanted to do she said, “chichar”.

As I didn’t know Spanish, I asked what it meant. She said that she wanted to have sex with me, to fuck me. As we were both in the fifth grade and I was only twelve, and she was eleven, I wasn’t sure exactly what to do. She then told me to come over to the chair. As I knelt by the chair, she lifted her skirt and showed me her panties. I was imprinted at that time and would always be crazy about girls wearing panties.

She told me that she loved me and I could feel her up, if I wanted. Trust me I wanted bad, and my hand went to the crotch of her panties. When my fingers slid over her silky crotch she closed her eyes and moaned. I felt her pussy through the panties for almost a half hour until she said,

“Under Jack. Put your finger under my panties and touch me.”

When I did as she asked, I felt the most wonderful thing in the world. It was smooth and young and had a wet slit in it. As I leaned over she reached up around my neck and said,

“Kiss me Jack, and push your finger deep in me.”

It only took a minute and I was up to the first knuckle, sliding my finger in and out of her tiny tight vagina. I was finger fucking her hard and she seemed to really like it. It was obvious, at least to me that she was more knowledgeable than I, at least in the ways of sex.

“Take out your pee-pee Jack. I want to play with it.”

Quickly I unbuttoned my levis and dropped them to the floor. Adrian reached over and pulled my jockeys down. My cock wasn’t very big, but it was standing straight. As I continued to finger my little girlfriend, she began to stroke my penis. She was wonderful. She moved over and told me to sit next to her. We sat there for another fifteen minutes until she grunted. She looked down at her pussy and saw kind of a creamy, bloody substance coming from it.

She then got up and pulled up her panties. I thought that was it for our sex play and started to get out of the chair. Adrian shook her head and told me she had seen her mother sucking her daddy’s pee-pee and he really liked it. She had also seen him lick her between her legs, which caused her mother to scream.

Adrian had me sit close to the end of the chair and she got on her knees in front of me. She then lowered her head and slowly took my penis in her warm little mouth. Adrian sucked my cock for at least fifteen minutes and I came.

She didn’t say anything, but looked up at me with those beautiful eyes and swallowed. That was only the third time I had ever cum. She told me not to say anything to anyone and I never did. Later that week she taught me all about a girl’s pussy and what they liked. Whenever she sucked my cock, I would suck her pussy and clitoris.

We dated that way until the ninth grade in high school. She had lost all of her excess weight and was fantastically beautiful. Until the family moved to San Diego we had sex at least four or five times a week. I had to get a job just to buy condoms, but it was worth it. We e-mailed and called each other three or four times a month, however when she went to San Diego state, we kind of drifted apart.

When I got my first car, I went to her school and we spent the weekend together. I sure spent a lot of money condoms that weekend, even though most of the time we were in the sixty-nine position. I still love her after all these years, and miss her very much.
14 comments

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2008-03-11 18:56:27
This is a 10/10.

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2007-05-05 05:53:15
To reader 03-13-07 - 08:24
Good bullshit. Couldn't get by the third paragraph. Gave it a 1/10.

Dear reader, perhaps you had better continue reading the Dick and Jane series. The old guy tends to use bigger words. To bad your education did not take you any further. Mike

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2007-03-13 08:24:47
Good bullshit. Couldn't get by the third paragraph. Gave it a 1/10.

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2006-12-15 00:15:09
I fell for a mexican lady who turned out to be a theiving llying cunt, not all of them are, but this one was

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2006-10-19 01:11:53
10/10 no comment

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