The Training of Kiva

The cousin kicked off her unlaced boots. She had boot socks under them with a ringed black and white texture. She moved up on the head of the bed. She opened her blue blouse and pushed down one of her bra cups. The plumb breast of a slightly overweight woman appeared. Her nipples were very rosy in contrast to Kiva's dark brown nipples. She asked him to follow her instructions. Her palm pressed against her nipple. Her fingers were splayed out. She hooked her fingers, so that her nails scraped her skin as she closed the tip of her fingers together to scrape out towards her nipple -- peacock's claw. Then, she twisted her boob clockwise and counterclockwise. Kiva crooned her neck back and looked up at her cousin, as a little bit of drool showed at the edge of her mouth. He was eager to oblige, if clumsy. The cousin started circling her breast with her hand.

The cousin's hand reached forward. There was a ring with a big green stone on her hand. There were bracelets tangled into each other on her wrist. She pushed up his t-shirt. She wrapped her lips around his nipples. She pushed his head down onto Kiva's chest. At first she blew gentle warm air on his nipple. A hiss of fast cold air followed. Then, golden and luscious warmth overcame him as her lips sank down. He followed her example. The cousin sucked her. He sucked hard. He jerked, when she bit his nipples hard. Yet, he bit Kiva hard as well. Kiva moaned. The cousin's index finger appeared in front of his crossed eyes squeezed up Kiva's boobs.

"Now listen, this is a bit of an acquired taste. Kiva has to get used to boob slapping. It is very startling at first. So, you have to start gently and give her time to recover. There is a time, when her mind clicks, and she will learn to find the enjoyment. It is as wonderful, as when you get a sudden burst of fresh air or if you get out in the cold in winter after suffocating in the indoor heat. It is jolting. So, like a kid that falls without a scrape and cries, it is the jolt that scares, not the pain."

The cousin moved behind Kiva. She grabbed her upper arms. She pulled them behind her back. And locked it by wedging her arm between Kiva's upper arm and her body. Her chest was more erect and her boobs stood out. Following the cousin's instructions, he slapped her lightly at first. The boobs were jiggling happily. He slapped across to have them dangle back and forth. He slapped them from below to see them bouncing up and down. Then a moderate slap made Kiva jump. The cousin wrapped her free hand around Kiva's hair to pull her head under control and told him to kiss her to reassure her. She eagerly sucked in his kiss as a tear ran down the side of her face. Her breathing slowed down as his and the cousin's body hugged her sitting on her bed in her panties.

"Okay, let's go at it again. Do three soft blows to her breast followed by a moderate stroke. Do them fast, so that it becomes like a loosening of the muscles after running. Build up, a little harder each time."

He did. His timidity gave way to an emotion that he did not know. The excitement of hurting someone turned him on. With every suppressed scream from Kiva, something inside of him was tugged. It worked him into a fever. When he was told to suck hard on Kiva's breast, he had lost reason. He felt like he was sucking with his whole being on her breast. Kiva started wriggling. She started pushing her pelvis against him. The cousin lead go of her grip on her. Kiva grabbed his head and started pushing him hard on her breast. He could no longer breathe. He did not care. The tension eased. She looked down at him. "You are so wonderful."

"Got your dick hard, eh! It is time to lick her. Let's see, if you can get those panties off with your teeth. Yeah, go try harder. NO!"

After having gotten frustrated to get a good bite on the panty band, he had tried to use his fingers. He had winced like a beaten puppy when the cousin had pulled out a single strand of his hair. He tried again. As he would push his lips harder into Kiva's belly, her belly and the panty band would equally recede. Finally, the use of the tongue to slip underneath the panty helped him get a good grip with his teeth and tear the darn thing off her body.

The flesh of Kiva's legs wrapped around his head. His tongue quickly found the thick moisture between her legs that tasted so deliciously. He followed the taste to the entrance of her vagina and tried to suck out as much as he could. The nastiness of drinking stale pussy juices from the last day turned him on even more. He licked her lips eagerly and sucked her clitoris hard. When Kiva grabbed his penis to suck it with her exploring mouth, he was overwhelmed and became someone else. His load exploded. She came. It all happened too fast.

Kiva ended up sprawled at the head section of the bed. Her body cradled a pillow with her body as she was laying on the side in a fetal position. She was holding her green cuddle turtle. The cousin had a needle in his arm and a rubber band wrapped above.

"She is clean. Before we continue, we have to know that you are. The results come in within 24 hours. Looks like you are having a lot of fun helping a man-less family out raising a daughter."

He was sent back to his apartment.

"Awesome, bro! Three things: You gotta take advantage of every last bit of this. You gotta make sure that there is consent. That Kiva girl seems mighty passive. You have to get her consent. Or, she may change her mind one day and paint you in court as part of some family rape thing. Lastly, watch your semen. Women these days just want to get pregnant and don't care with whom. They go through trash looking for used condoms. Make her swallow and stick out the tongue. Swallow yourself if you can. Everything else has to be flushed down the toilet. And, I don't care about any dolphins getting the condom stuck on their snouts!"

His friend was leaning over his beer on the shaky bar table. The friend waved goodbye as he left to find the results of the STD test. The worn blue door was in front of him again. It has become so familiar, so filled of expectations of lust. Kiva was wearing a sleek purple dress. It showed her hips and barely covered her ass cheeks. She was wearing black high heels with straps around her ankles. Her hair was made to stand up high on her hair. She was wearing makeup that made her face smoother and her blackened eye lines more dramatic. The red glossy lipstick was perhaps a bit too much. The gnome mother came running like a duckling. She smothered him with praise and thanks for teaching her daughter. Kiva followed her mother to her room. He followed Kiva. The bottom of Kiva's dress was slanting forward with each step, as if the dress was licking her butt. He could tell the outline of the bra strap. The mother left a plate with cookies and tea as she left him with Kiva and the cousin in Kiva's room. This time, a few magazines lay on the floor, a bucket with dirty laundry stood there, and a schoolbag with books waited in the corner.

"Hey horn dog, today, we will teach Kiva about the dick and how to turn man on. Do you like her outfit? Does it turn you on? Then, say so, she needs to hear it. C'mon express your hard on, don't be shy. Kiva spread your legs and bend over. Yeah, you got a glimpse of those panties? Those are Vegas style. Do you like the stylish black with the red stitching on top? It's all the same with you guys, you like the expectation of seeing more than actually seeing."

"Kiva girl, give him a few cheerleading moves. Show him your boobs bouncing. Yep, you are putting a smile on his face. Now, do a high kick and see him lounging down to see your panties. That gets you guys each time, doesn't it."

"Now, let's tease him a bit more. Take off your bra. Ha, the trick is to do it deliberate. Find the clip in the back, keep your dress on. Get one shoulder out, reach in on the other shoulder to pull it down your arm. Yep, he is so quiet, they could rob his apartment and he would not care. Remember, to adjust your boobs afterwards. The guys love when you handle your boobs. Now, put the bra on his face. Let him smell that gentle odor of soap and your body oil."

"Check if that made his dick hard. Reach down and feel. Nice girl. Now bite his dick through his jeans. Bite down really hard, because he will barely feel anything through the thick fabric. Okay, now, he just wants to be pure animal and ram you. You gotta draw it out. He likes it more that way as well. Put your hands against the wall and see if you can jiggle your ass by tensing. Beautiful! Let's have a slap. Now, let's hike up your hemline until mid-butt cheek and let it drop down again. Gorgeous! I'd want to do you myself!"

After a little more dancing the dress and lingerie had landed on the floor. He could have sworn that his dick must have grown so much that it would look out and over his belt. Kiva had begged her cousin to take his dick because she felt so horny and turned on from the sexy clothing and stripping. So, his member was unpacked, and he lay splayed naked on the teenage girl's bed. She straddled him and sank down on him. She went wild and moaned. The cousin got bored because she could not lecture and started texting a friend. Kiva was having fun. He looked up at her naked body and soft breast. He looked down at his penis disappearing into her pussy. He just wanted to be more inside of her young teenage world badly. So, he rolled on top of her. He put her face down on the blanket, as he pushed his hips into her soft butt. Her pussy was so wet. He held her hips and was hammering inside of her. She moaned and was happy.

The cousin threw a few cookies on the bed. They enjoyed the afterglow and sweat. Kiva was leaning against his naked body. Her arm was wrapped around his back. After being alone for so long, it felt so warming to him to be held. He felt burning around his heart. He could barely contain himself. So, he was quietly soaking in the feeling of her warm body.

The cousin started showing him a little trick for getting a hard on. Reflexology is a kind of massage, where hands or feet are touched. Every zone on the appendage corresponds to the rest of the body by a magical connection. So, to heal the spine, one can touch the right spot on the foot. Reflexology massage can be done by nibbling a finger along the foot or hand in very small increments to get as much stimulation as possible. The cousin started inching up and down and around his penis with her thumb. He started getting drowsy. After a five minute nap, he woke up with a fresh hard on.

"Okay, honey, it is anal time. Let's be gentle and slow. Put your finger on Kiva's ass. Do you feel the central hole? Let's feel around the sphincter. It should feel all shriveled up. Let's feel the smooth skin outside of the sphincter. Let's go back to the shriveled sphincter. Try to see, if you can move the whole thing in circles, just as you could move the nipples in circles on the breast. Nice! Now, let's start kneading. Imagine that you are kneading out the crust of a cake. Every little push should spread the dough out just a little bit to be even. You definitely don't want to go in."

"Yeah, no, do not go in. Keep kneading. It feels really good to her. You have to be patient until the first portal opens. Yes, there are two portals that you will find. It might not happen today. Keep kneading. If you get bored, think about how nasty it is to touch her poop hole. Think about how private people feel about their ass. Think about how shit is the true core of a person. People shake hands with everyone. Shit is the true core of the person. Think about the smell of her poop and how it is mushy. Yeah, does that get you hard?"

"Oh, she opened up, now did she! You are in the antechamber. You don't want to go further. Simply enjoy getting in and out of the chamber. Getting in a little bit will give her intense sensation. Going out will make her feel nasty like she was shitting on you. Okay, make sure to spit on your fingers and on her ass. Have patience, your dick will be in her soon enough."

After an hour, his finger could go in all the way. He found out that his finger smelled like her poop. Everyone has a unique poop smell. He loved her poop smell. He was wearing nitrile gloves by now that were glistening in lube. Kiva had a matte and sweaty face. Her eyes watery. Her mascara had had turned into thick streaks and run around a bit. She loved pushing his fingers out with her ass, like she was taking a shit. It made her ecstatic. She was breathless waiting for the two fingers to go back in.

The cousin had told him to enter her. She forbade him to use a condom. She also did not want him to put lube on his dick. She thought that Kiva would enjoy the natural texture better. His dick was pumped with blood and near exploding. As he pushed in, he could feel soft poop with the tip of his dick. It only drove him more nuts. She seemed to like the feeling of stuffiness as well. He so wanted to be part of her and get deeper inside of her being. He wanted to feel her youngness, her free outlook on life, and the uncomplicated emotions that flushed over her face. When he came, the idea of shooting a load of white semen on her brown soft poop and mixing it deep inside of her ass made him come even harder. She pushed her butt down deep on his penis as she braced herself for her own intense orgasm.

The cousin, the mother, and Kiva thanked him warmly for teaching Kiva to become a woman. The cousin even smacked his butt and gave him a kiss on the cheek. The sent him off with a bit of stale leftover birthday cake.

The morning, he stood again in front of the worn blue door. The mother welcomed him warmly. The cousin was reading a book on the couch. She looked sternly at him and told him that none of this was about his pleasure and he had done his job. He stammered and then burst out.

"I am German. We are a nation of thinkers and philosophers. We have a rite of passage as well. I have indulged your tradition. Now it is your turn. It is time that we Germanize Kiva."

The cousin paused for a while and then conference called the older women from the birthday party. They denied his request. They sent him back to his apartment across the courtyard. In the evening, a soft knock at his door interrupted him from playing Farmville. Kiva was out there in sweat pants carrying a soccer ball. She asked him to teach her the German ways. He told her to wait and disappeared in the apartment. He reappeared with a soft clothes dog collar. He kissed her neck and then put the dog collar on. He told her to get on her hands and walk like a dog. He corrected her to get her knees of the ground, because dogs don't walk on their knees either. He stood there tall holding the leash in the evening darkness. She was bent forward with her hands on the floor and her knees half bent. Her t-shirt slid forward to show her belly. He tugged on her neck softly to start walking.

"Dear, your cousin may have taught you the physical ways of sex. I will teach you the mental aspect. You are to behave like a dog, puppy like. You are supposed to be ecstatic jumping forward and to disobey as you play with the leash."

Kiva jumped forward and then rolled on her back. He rubbed her belly as she wagged her pretend paws in the air. They walked through the soft and warm evening air. Kiva enjoyed barking at real dogs, who'd be equally startled and curious about the creature. A middle aged suave gentleman in a soft leather jacket walked up to them: "You have a special kind of dog, don't you. Can I pat it? What is her name?" Kiva was shy at first. She felt exposed to be touched by a stranger in such a humiliating position. Yet, as she did not have to talk, she enjoyed it. She even licked his hand playfully. The gentleman rose up and smelled his hand with joy and walked on.

After the gentleman had disappeared, they were alone at night on a deserted street. He told her to pee at a tree like a dog. She was to be careful to ration her urine, so that it could be repeated. He pulled down her sweatpants down her butt exposing her nakedness to the public. She was turned on and getting wet. Her hands were on the half dried grass of a strip between the sidewalk and the street. She wondered, how many dogs had peed here already. She lifted her leg and started peeing sideways. She drizzled some of it on her sweat pants. He told her that embarrassment and humiliation was part of the turn on. Not only was she walking like a dog. She'd also have signs of peeing on herself.

After carefully checking, they repeated the maneuver a bit further down the street. One time, they were surprised by a passing car. Though, they suspected that the driver was not able to get a good look at them. They'd pass a few isolated people in the night looking at them. They were both heated with their secret and conspiracy.

He led her down a dark alley. It smelled of stale urine. Garbage had been left on the side of the street. A couple cars were parked sideways. He led her in between and told her to get on her back. He pulled down her panties. He felt her pussy. It was so dripping wet like no foreplay before had made it. He entered her belly. She rose up to tongue kiss him. Her glance fell to the side. She could feel him inside of her. She looked underneath the cars and saw the dark alley beyond the underbelly of the cars. At one point someone passed. The clicking of the heels sounded like a woman. They had paused and panted heavily in each other's faces. Her pussy was pulsing in contractions around his dick as they were quiet. They both had a wonderful release. Unconsciously, they were holding hands on the way home.

The next weekend, he glanced across the apartment courtyard to the worn blue door. He knew that he was no longer welcome there. So, he walked around the building to find the window to Kiva's room. He felt like in a teeny bopper movie, when he threw little stones at her window. Kiva's head appeared. She was quick to attempt to climb down. As she put her leg over the window ledge, he could see her red panties, the packaging to the pussy that he loved to bang. Her shiny black shoes blindly reached for his shoulders. She slid down his body to the ground completely pushing up her dress. Her panties stood bright and happy on her naked lower part of her body. She adjusted herself and whispered moist warm air into his ear: "I am ready."

An hour later, they were at bar with velvet couches. He had taught her how to catch guys her own age. Ryan was underneath the table. She was slouched to the edge of the couch. He was licking and kissing her. She looked out onto the crowds. The lights, the music, the people, the flashes of group shots, the smiles, they high fives all blended together. She relaxed into feeling good. The tension of her last year in high school melted away. He had set her free to find her own lovers.