textfiles/sex/EROTICA/T/thumper.txt

                               Thumper
                             by Dave Read
 
I hereby place this work in the public domain!
 
 
Mark was home for the week.  He had just finished up the first
round of spring-semester exams, and was looking forward to gradu-
ating in May.  All he had to do was keep studying for three more
months, and he was free.  He had driven home with the obligatory
sack full of laundry to be washed, because his parents were going
away to a convention in New York City for the week, and they
wanted him to keep an eye on his kid sister while they were gone.
At 16, Mark felt she was capable of doing this herself, but his
parents always *had* been a little nervous.
 
As he pulled into the driveway of their two-story suburban house,
Chris came running out the front door, and leaped on him as he
climbed out of the car.  "Mark!  I can't believe you're home!
We're going to have such a good time this week!"  She chattered
on as Mark disentangled himself.  She's really growing, he
thought to himself.  She's at least an inch taller than the last
time I was home, and she's filled out some, too.  He never would
have guessed that she would turn out to be so pretty.
 
Chris pulled him into the house to greet their parents, all the
while talking as fast as she could, telling him about this guy
she wanted to date, or that one, and what her group of friends
had done *this* time.  Mark heard very little of it.
 
Mark's parents had their bags already packed.  The convention
didn't start until Monday, but they wanted to leave that day so
they could have Saturday and Sunday to explore the city.  True to
form, however, they wouldn't leave until Mark was there to take
over.  Mark's father was very stern in explaining "we expect you
to be a responsible young man, Mark, and not let anything happen
to the house while we're gone.  We know how wild people can get
at your sister's age, so we want you to keep her under
control..."
 
"Oh, daddy," Chris cajoled, "I'm not *that* bad.  You could have
left me alone and not dragged Mark all the way back here to
babysit me."
 
"We'll see about that for next time Christine.  If you behave
yourself this trip, perhaps Mark can stay at school when we go to
Hawaii for our anniversary."
 
Christine squeaked her delight at this thought, throwing her arms
around her father and hugging him fiercely.  When she was done,
he picked up his suitcase and started out the door.  Mark grabbed
the other one and followed after.  He pecked his mother on the
cheek, and waved good-bye with Chris as they drove down the
driveway.
 
By the time they were back to the front door, Chris was already
bugging him.  "Mark, a bunch of my friends want to have a sleep-
over here tonight.  Can we?  We won't make much noise, and we'll
leave you alone if you want...it's just that mom & dad won't ever
let us have one when they're here, and no-one else has a swimming
pool, and it would be a lot of fun, and..."
 
"All right, all right already.  Fine...have it!  One condition,
though:  you have to clean up *everything* after it's over!"
Chris certainly had a way of showing her pleasure, he thought, as
she gave him the squeaking and hugging treatment that she had
given her father...
 
                        *    *    *
 
Mark could hear the party downstairs, with the music banging
through the ceiling.  He was curious to see what went on at a
girls' sleep-over party, so he went downstairs, ostensibly to get
something to eat from the kitchen.  As he passed through the
dining room, he saw all the girls huddled around the living-room
coffee table playing some kind of drinking game.  He was confused
as to where they had gotten the booze until he saw the tall
bottle of tequila sitting in the middle of the game; Chris had
raided the liquor cabinet.
 
He went on into the kitchen and was standing in front of the
refrigerator when Chris came in, looking sheepish.  "Mark...about
the tequila...I didn't take it!  Sharon found the cabinet and got
it and passed it around before I knew what was happening.  If I
give you money, can you buy another one for me?"
 
Mark tried to put on his best "pissed-off" face, but couldn't
help smiling; he remembered his drinking days in high school.
"No problem.  Just try to make sure no-one throws up on the
carpet, ok?  That's a pain to clean up."
 
"Sure thing.  Umm...why don't you come join us?  It might be
fun!"
 
Mark thought about it.  A few of the girls had looked awfully
good, but they *were* a bit young for him.  Then again, tequila
was something he could rarely turn down, so..."Ok...let me grab
something to eat first."
 
Chris ran out of the kitchen, and Mark could hear her tell her
friends that he was going to join the party.  There was lots of
excited chattering afterwards, but he couldn't hear anything
specific, so he turned to make himself a small sandwich.  As he
pulled the mustard jar out of the 'fridge, the unmistakable
pounding on the table and the loud cries of "Why do we play?" and
"TO GET FUCKED UP!!" informed him that the girls had started
playing Thumper.
 
After polishing off the ham & cheese, Mark wandered into the
living room, where Chris promptly yelled at him, and made a place
for him to sit.  As he sat down, she started the introductions.
She started by pointing to a petite blonde next to him, "this is
Corinne, that's Debbie, that's Renee, that's Sharon the tequila-
thief."  The group tittered.  "That's Mary, that's Kim, this is
Alicia, and this is Susan."  Subconsciously Mark started rating
the girls, and had gotten half-way around the circle before he
stopped himself.  Wait a second!  None of these girls can be
older than 16 or 17!  What am I doing?
 
Mark was so far into the thought that he almost missed the start
of the sign-check.  He was a little put off because one of the
girls (was it Kim or Alicia?  Already he had forgotten the names)
had taken his trademark 'flying asshole,' so he had to take
something else...hmm...ok, he picked his back-up 'the old in-out'
sign instead.  He got some weird looks for that.
 
As the game went on and he drank more & more, Mark found himself
looking at the girls again.  He had long forgotten the names, but
he had started to identify the girls by their signs.  The 'shoot-
the-bird' girl next to him was ok, but she Mark had never been
very attracted to short women.  Next to her was 'screwed-in-the-
head,' who had an enormous chest but a complexion problem.
Following her was 'hang-ten,' who looked very much the surfer
girl, with a deep tan and long blonde hair.  The only name he
remembered was Sharon's, and she picked the 'dumb blonde' sign,
which looked very appropriate for her; she had a stunningly
attractive face and gobs of platinum blonde hair.  Next in line
was 'Hiawatha,' whose straight black hair was oddly contrasted by
her light skin and blue eyes.  Her high and prominent cheek-bones
gave her a vaguely Indian look, not unattractive.  After Hiawatha
came 'let your fingers do the walking,' who was far and away the
best-looking girl in the crowd, with shoulder-length hair, curly
and strawberry blonde.  Her deep green eyes and lightly freckled
skin fit the picture perfectly.  'Fingers' was followed by
'wave,' who was very plain.  As the night wore on, Mark was
completely unable to remember anything about her except that she
had thick sensuous lips.  His beloved 'flying asshole' belonged
to the next girl, whose thoroughly bitchy countenance made the
name seem well-fitted.  Chris was last, and she had chosen
'suicide by gun.'
 
As the game played on, Mark kept choosing between only two or
three girls; he tried to alternate between 'fingers' and 'flying
asshole' and 'dumb blonde,' but when he was pressed for a quick
response, he always seemed to pick 'fingers.'  He and she got
equally drunk, though, because (it seemed to Mark) all of the
other girls called him much more often than the one-in-nine
chance he should have had.  Either way, everyone got pleasantly
drunk, until the tequila was gone.
 
Once the bottle was empty, the group of girls all decided that
they wanted to go swimming, which did not strike Mark as a par-
ticularly bright idea due to the general state of drunkenness,
but he was helpless to stop them as they ran to the side of the
pool and started climbing out of their clothes.  Mark watched in
hopeful fascination, but to his disappointment, all of the girls
were wearing swimsuits.  Muttering to himself about being a dirty
old lecher, he climbed the stairs to his bedroom, where he laid
down in his bed and started snoozing.
 
He was awakened some time later by a female voice tentatively
asking "Mark?  Are you in here?  Are you awake?"  He almost
didn't respond, being partially unable to tell imagination from
reality, but finally he decided that some kind of answer wouldn't
hurt him.  "Yeah..." he answered.
 
"Hi."  The voice said as he sat up to see who it was.  "I'm a
little too drunk to swim, so I thought I'd come see if you wanted
some company.  Finally his eye focussed, and Mark saw that it was
'fingers,' wrapped in a towel, her hair wet and dripping on his
floor.
 
"Oh...fingers...sure.  Sit down somewhere..." He waved drunkenly
around the room.  She sat down on the edge of his bed, it being
the only horizontal surface other than the floor that wasn't
covered with clothes or books or papers.
 
"'Fingers?'" she asked.
 
"Yeah...'fingers.'  That was your sign in the game...'fingers do
the walking,' right?"
 
She giggled.  "Yep.  Yours was 'do the nasty.'"  She giggled
again, embarrassed by being so straight-forward.  Mark was a
little surprised by her choice of phrases.
 
"So..." His voice trailed off.
 
"So."
 
Mark decided to take the plunge.  What do I care, he thought.
"So what's under the towel?"
 
She giggled again, and looked down.  With her head still lowered,
she looked up at him, coyly.  "Nothing."
 
"Nothing?  I don't believe you!  A pretty girl like you has got
to have more than 'nothing' under her towel."  She looked back at
him silently, waiting for more.  He leaned towards her.  "Let's
see this 'nothing.'"  His heart pounding with the rush of desire,
he reached slowly for the knot that held the towel in place.  She
watched his hand wordlessly, as he took hold of the knot and
twisted it loose.  As the towel unwrapped and fell away, she
raised her head and looked him straight in the eyes.
 
Mark whistled softly, appreciatively.  "So this is 'nothing.'"
His eyes wandered all over her.  She was nude from the waist up.
To Mark, she was the picture of a perfect woman; she had a narrow
waist and a flat stomach, and well-defined, firm breasts:  not
overly large, but definitely not tiny...perfect, in fact.  She
was lean but not skinny, with prominent collar bones and broad
shoulders.  Her neck was shapely and smooth, leading to a beauti-
ful face.  He couldn't see her eye color in the dark, but Mark
remembered the deep green that hid under her sharp brows from
earlier in the night.  The moonlight that streamed in through the
window did show off the color of her hair, though.
 
Mark ran his hands lightly over her skin, starting at her waist
and up over her ribs towards her breasts, and then moving along
her collar-bones to her shoulders and down her arms.  She sat
passively through the treatment, shuddering slightly when he
caressed her breasts.  When he stopped at her elbows and pulled
slightly, she leaned towards him cooperatively, finally lying
lengthwise against him.  The towel fell to the floor unnoticed.
 
There was a moment of awkwardness as they stretched out next to
each other and got settled so they were face to face, and then
Mark leaned into a kiss, which started off very shyly and pas-
sively on her part, but eventually grew deeper.  Mark tasted the
sweet softness of her lips, and then she opened her mouth beneath
him, admitting his tongue to play with hers.  Mark felt her
tongue dash nimbly around his, and felt somewhat clumsy and blunt
as she toyed with him.  Finally the kiss broke.  "Wow..." was all
Mark managed, breathless.  She slid her arms around his neck,
finally taking a handful of his hair in her left hand, she pulled
his head back down for another kiss.
 
As they kissed, exploring each other, Mark started exploring the
rest of 'fingers.'  His hands wandered the length of her body,
always drawn back to her breasts...Mark always had been fascinat-
ed by womens' breasts, he thought absently to himself.  He broke
the kiss and started kissing a trail down towards her nipples,
kissing along her chin, down her neck and between her breasts
until his lips were below her breasts, and then moved over until
he was kissing the underside of her left breast.  Then he started
a slow spiral inwards and upwards, toying with her, kissing and
gently licking until he reached the aureole.  Mark felt her
tremble slightly, and heard her sigh a little as he kissed the
aureole, taking the whole nipple between his lips and sucking
gently to pull the flesh into his mouth while he ran his tongue
around the nipple, playing.  He let the pressure subside, and let
the flesh out of his mouth, breathing as hot as he could on her
breast, and started over.  This time when he let the nipple out
of his mouth, he blew cold air on the wet skin, which made the
nipple and aureole stiffen, quickly.  After a few moments of
blowing cold air, he took the nipple back into his mouth and
nibbled, gently, drawing a short gasp from her.
 
Finally Mark relinquished his new toy, and worked his way back up
her body to another kiss.  As he pulled away from the kiss and
looked deep into her eyes, he heard lots of splashing in the pool
outside, and a high-pitched female voice ask "Hey, where's Kim?
Wasn't she here a minute ago?"  The rest of the girls started
discussing this question.
 
Mark thought to himself, "Good...Kim is her name.  I wasn't sure
about that."  Then he started kissing her again.  This time Kim
wouldn't let him break the kiss; every time he tried to pull
away, she up under him, following his lips as if they were anti-
dote to a deadly poison.  Mark felt her hunger, and it set him on
fire.
 
As he continued to kiss her, his hands wandered.  He returned to
her breasts for a moment, but his intent was somewhere else.  He
slid his hand over her ribs and over her pelvic bones, stopping
to feel the soft smooth area between them.  Slowly, teasingly, he
went lower, sliding his fingers under the elastic of her panties,
just up to the second knuckle.  Back and forth he moved his
hands, driving a tiny bit lower with each pass, until he felt the
soft hair under his fingers.  At this point he lost his patience,
and moved his hand down until the hair was in the center of his
palm, and his fingers rested gently, curling over the pubic bone.
 
Then Mark started to tease her, slowly moving his fingers up &
down around her crotch, never touching the center, but hinting
that he might.  He broke their kiss to look into her eyes, as he
finally centered his fingers, and slid them gently between the
labia, stroking up and down, but not yet entering her body.  Mark
was pleasantly surprised at how wet she was; his finger glided
effortlessly between her lips, as he toyed with her, occasionally
stroking up against her clitoris, which always elicited a silent
sigh from her.
 
He leaned down to kiss her again, and as his tongue slipped into
her mouth, he slid his forefinger into her body, drawing a surge
from her hips and a gasp from within her throat.  He broke the
kiss to look at her again, as he worked the finger.  Each plunge
inward was received with another gasping breath.  As he gently
stroked her with his finger, Mark moved his mouth over her
breasts again, licking and teasing as he had done before.  Kim
reached up with her arms and wrapped them around his head, hold-
ing him in place as she gently started to quiver.  Mark took the
hint, and moved his finger a little faster, sinking a little
deeper, and sucked on her nipple a little harder, playing faster
with his tongue.  Kim's shaking grew more pronounced, and she
squeezed his head to her breast harder.  Just when Mark thought
he'd have to stop, she squeezed harder than ever, and her body
shook violently, while she let out one long moan, a cry as if she
had been hurt.  Finally her arms relaxed and she stopped shaking,
and Mark picked up his head to look her in the eye.
 
Kim looked calm and relaxed, and the last remnants of tension
slipped away as Mark gently withdrew his finger from her, and
resumed gently playing with her.  The look on her face told him
that she was his to do with as he pleased that night.  Unbidden,
he remembered that she was only 16, and that what he had in mind
was probably statutory rape.  Somehow he didn't care too much;
this girl was too beautiful and too desirable, and her desire was
too strong for him to ignore.
 
Mark leaned forward and kissed her again, lightly, and quickly
moved on, down her neck to her breasts again, but he paused there
for only a few seconds.  Downward he continued, to lick along her
ribs to the sternum, and down to her navel, where he teased for a
moment.  Finally he had to shift his weight, moving his body so
that he was kneeling, his knees aside hers.  As his tongue
reached the elastic of her panties, Mark put his hands, palm
down, on her crotch, curling his fingers under the elastic.
Using a gentle tug as a hint for Kim to lift her hips, he slid
the panties down and off.  Once they were completely removed, he
move his body again, positioning himself between her legs.
Starting at her knees, he kissed and licked her inner thighs,
moving slowly upward.  He passed her crotch, planting only a
small kiss on the side to tease her, and kept going, up to her
pelvic bones, and then down again.
 
Finally he stopped teasing, and placed his hands on either side
of her labia, pulling them apart gently so that the flesh there
lay exposed for his tongue.  With the first lick of Mark's
tongue, Kim reached down and placed her hands on his head, inter-
twining his hair within her fingers, giving her a good hold on
him.  As he toyed with her, she held his head, sometimes giving
up one grip to slide her hands into another.
 
Mark was almost oblivious to this as he ran circles around her
clitoris with his tongue.  He stroked up one side and down the
other, spreading her juices around with his.  He closed his lips
around her clitoris and sucked gently, drawing it into his mouth
a bit, where he could slap it gently from side to side with his
tongue.  The inward pull of Kim's hands on his head, and the
surge of her hips under him told him that he was on the right
track.  Around and around he moved his tongue, pushing the swol-
len flesh of her clitoris from side to side.  He started moving
faster, all the while making sure that his tongue never left
contact with her flesh, as Kim's hips started rocking up and
down.  Faster and faster he moved, as Kim's hips starting moving
up and down with greater force.
 
Two sounds found their ways to Mark's ears.  First he heard the
rapid breathing accompanied by small gasps that came from Kim.
He also heard footsteps on the stairs leading to his floor, and
heard the conversation of the girls collecting outside his
door..."I wonder if she's in here?" he heard one of the girls
say.
 
Mark tried to stop; he tried to pull his lips away from Kim, but
she held him in place.  If he had tried to break contact, he felt
sure that the violent thrusting of her hips would smash his nose.
Finally he gave up and continued his treatment.  Before another
five seconds had passed, Kim pulled his head down, crushing him
to her hips, which had thrust upwards, locking in the air.  He
heard the sound of her orgasm, almost a scream, but he knew it
was one of pleasure, not of pain.  Once she screamed, twice, and
a third time as she drew another breath each time.  Finally she
stopped, and her hips fell back to the bed, and she released her
grip on his hair.
 
And then he heard the giggling from the other side of his door,
and one voice, louder than the others, "I guess she *is* in
there...and from the sounds of it, *I'd* like to be in there,
too!"  More giggles and racy comments followed.
 
As Mark moved to lie alongside Kim, he saw that she was blushing
strongly.  Mark couldn't tell if it was from the orgasm or the
commentary of her friends.  As they heard the footsteps of the
group retreating downstairs, Kim pulled Mark's head down to hers,
and whispered into his ear, "I can't wait any longer."  She
stopped momentarily to catch her breath, but reached down with
her left hand, sliding it boldly under his underpants, and
grasped his erection.  Staring deep into Mark's eye, Kim pulled
gently with her left hand, not releasing her grip until he was on
top of her, when she removed her left hand, and slid his under-
pants down with both hands.  When they fell loosely to his knees,
she placed her hands on his hips again, and pulled gently down-
ward.
 
Mark balanced on one hand, and reached down to position himself,
teasing Kim by sliding the head of his erection up and down,
getting it wet, and driving her crazy.  Finally he moved it
downward, positioning it for entry.  He looked in her eyes as he
started to push forward, and something there told him to wait for
a moment, so he did.  He raised his eyebrows in a silent ques-
tion.  Kim's only response was a breathless "don't stop."
 
He pressed forward, feeling her raging desire for him, and felt
the head slip in, penetrating her easily.  Once inside, though,
he found that she was very tight, and that it seemed that she was
a bit uncomfortable, so he stopped, only an inch or two deep.  He
looked at her quizzically.  "Are you a virgin?"
 
Wordlessly she nodded.
 
"Why didn't you tell me?"  he asked.
 
Kim shrugged as if to say that she didn't think it was very
important, and pulled on his hips again.  Mark obliged by sliding
out a bit, and then forward, this time plunging another two or
three inches forward.  A sharp intake of air from Kim told him
that they were past the worst part of the pain, and he resumed
his motion, first out and then in again, until their hips met,
and he had no more to give her.  Kim shifted her weight slightly,
and then wrapped her legs around his, and did the same with her
arms, first reaching up across his back to put her hands on his
shoulders, and then drawing them down, feeling the muscles of his
back.  "Don't move," she whispered into his ear.
 
They stayed that way for a few moments, kissing lightly and then
deeply, until Mark felt Kim's hips rock under his.  He started
his motion then, and heard her gasp as he thrust back inward
after drawing himself almost all of the way out.  He repeated the
motion, each time drawing another gasp.  Then he decided to play.
 
Mark remembered reading some obscure Buddhist book on sex that
his roommate had brought home once, that said the best way to
please a woman was with nine shallow strokes followed by one deep
one, alternated with nine shallow followed by nine deep.  He
started on this course, and was rewarded with a great moan on the
single deep stroke, and several moans during the second round of
nine deep.  By the end of the second cycle through this treat-
ment, Kim had started to shake again, which drew Mark closer and
closer to his own edge.
 
Finally he abandoned the Buddhist treatment and fell back to
continuous stroking; he had lost all control of his own actions,
as his body responded to Kim's and hers responded to his.  To-
gether they picked up the pace and the energy, until Mark felt
sure that they were going to bruise each other's hips.  From far
away, as if someone had released a floodgate, Mark felt the tide
of his orgasm coming down a pipe.  They slammed against each
other furiously, and Mark heard the shouts from Kim, louder and
more intense than earlier.  As the wave of his orgasm broke, Mark
felt Kim squeeze him to her with arms and legs, and heard her
moan long and loud, and he felt the surging spasm in his loins
and her hips drove against his.
 
As they calmed down, and Kim unwrapped her legs from around his,
he heard another rowdy game of Thumper starting up in the living
room.  "Why do we play?" came the question.  "TO GET FUCKED UP"
came the answer.
 
Both mark and Kim burst into laughter, and Kim looked him in the
eye, with a smirk on her face.  "I think I like *this* version of
Thumper better!"