Miss Sandra Chapter 3

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Miss Sandra is a story of a boy whose addiction to being sexually pleased by a young girl leads to his downfall and enslavement.

Chapter 3
-=Becoming Sandra’s Boyfriend=-

All good things must come to an end, and so did my Friday night sessions. My parents eventually decided that I could stay home on my own. I was doomed to a lifetime of unsatisfying self-masturbation. I really missed the feeling of Sandra’s hands on me. Nonetheless, I was hooked on masturbation and did it almost every opportunity I got. Frequently, I would close my eyes and imagine Sandra doing me.

Just before I turned 13, something marvelous happened: I no longer had dry cums. My sperm came in and the intensity of my orgasms doubled. I couldn’t keep my hands off myself. I was thoroughly addicted. I wanted more, and Sandra came to mind again.

She was now 11 and I only saw her at a distance in the neighborhood. We really didn’t see each other. She was in grade school. I was in middle school so our paths seldom crossed. But I knew I needed to talk to her about this.

I took to walking up and down her street, hoping to run into her. I really didn’t know what I would say to her if I met her. I finally gave up and screwed up the courage to ring her bell.

Her mother answered the door. “Hi Ryan, how are you? I haven’t seen you for quite a while. What can I do for you?”

“Hi, Mrs. Darling. Um, is Sandra at home?”

“Sure. I was just making some lemonade. Would you like some? You kids can sit out on the back porch.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Darling, I’d like that.”

I was led to the back porch while Sandra’s mom called up the steps for her daughter. Shortly thereafter, Mrs. Darling came out with the lemonade. “Sandra will be down shortly. Make yourself at home. I need to get to the basement and get on with the laundry.”

I sat there, overlooking the garden, still trying to think what I was going to say when I heard Sandra arrive behind me. She put her hands over my eyes and playfully said, “Guess who?”

I was looking for a witty response, but all I could say was, “Sandra?”

She giggled and took the seat across from me. My penis started to harden. I am sure that seeing my former masturbatrix brought back a multitude of erotic memories. But it was the present that had me aroused.

The little girl who played with my penis was now a young woman. Well, not a full-grown woman, but a girl; a real girl. Her hair was longer and flowed nicely. She wore a white sleeveless blouse that showed a swelling at her chest. The girls in my class were far more developed, but Sandra’s chest was not a boy’s chest. She wore some tight fitting shorts that showed hips that didn’t exist when I last looked at her. Curves replaced the straight boy-like midsection she once had.

I looked at her with my mouth open and couldn’t get it to work. Fortunately she started the conversation, “Hi Ryan, it’s nice to see you. What has it been, a year? No two! You are looking good.”

“So are you,” I managed to say.

“So why are you here?”

The time had come. I closed my eyes. I knew that what I said to her next would determine my fate for all time to come.

I swallowed hard and started, “Do you remember Eileen’s boyfriend, Bobby?”

“Yes.”

“And do you remember what you did to him?”

She giggled, “Yes. It’s the same thing I did to you.”

“And remember what he did?”

“Yes. Why are you bringing this up?”

I was put on the spot, but I was glad she asked. I don’t know how long I would have circumnavigated that bush before actually getting to the point. “Well, I can do that now too.”

“Congratulations,” she said somewhat puzzled.

I had no choice. My foot was in the trap and it was ready to shut closed. “Well I was wondering …”

She got my drift. “Do you?” she said, trying to complete my sentence.

I nodded, “Yes. I really liked when you used to do me and it felt so good. Now it’s going to feel even better.”

“It will, if I agree to do it.”

“What do you mean? I asked.

“Well, what’s in it for me?”

“What do you want?”

She thought about that for a while and then said, “I want you to be my boyfriend.”

“But you’re only eleven!”

“If I’m old enough to do that,” she said pointing to the bulge in my pants, “I’m old enough to be your girlfriend.”

“I don’t know,” I responded, “I’m not good at this boyfriend thing. I don’t know what to do.”

“Just be nice to me in front of my friends and do whatever I tell you to do.”

“That’s it?”

“Well, in public it is. However, when were are alone together, I’m going to want a lot more.”

“Like what?”

“Like some of the things you used to do for me with Eileen. Eileen and I have had a lot of talks over the past couple of years about how boys should treat girls. She tells me all kinds of things she gets her boyfriends to do.”

“OK” I said, not realizing what I was getting myself into.

“Good,” she said, clapping her hands together. “I’ll do you if you’ll be my boyfriend.”

“I’m your boyfriend.”

“As the first token of you being my boyfriend, I want you to show me your penis.”

“Here? Now?”

“Yes. Mom’s busy with laundry and won’t be up for a while. Anyway, we’ll hear her coming so you can cover up.”

I reached down and undid my zipper and fought to get my erection out of my underwear.

“Wow, it’s gotten bigger. Do you have hair down there?”

“Yes, do you want to see it?”

“Not yet. We still have to be careful with mom around. You can put it away now.”

“So you’re not going to do me?”

“Oh, I’ll do you. I’m a girl of my word. As long as you obey me as my boyfriend, I will take care of you. I can’t do it here with mom around. I’ll have to work out a couple of details. Why don’t you meet me at the RecCenter tomorrow at 10 AM?

“OK,” I said.

She clapped her hands together and giggled, “Oh boy, our first date!”

I finished my lemonade, and Sandra escorted me to the door. I had a hard on all the way home. I couldn’t get the idea of this young, but sexy girl masturbating me out of my head. I had a tough night. I didn’t want to jerk off because I wanted to save it all for her.

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I was up early the next day and offered to do all kinds of chores for my mother just to keep my mind off my date. The clock approached 10 and I announced that I was going out.

“Where are you going?” mom asked.

“The RecCenter.”

“The RecCenter? You haven’t been there for a while.”

“Well yeah,” I stammered, “I just want to see what’s going on.”

Mom smiled at me, “Well, I hope whoever she is, she’s pretty.” Mom could read me like a book.

“Aw mom,” I complained.

“Now don’t tell me that I don’t see the way you look at girls when we go anywhere. Is she anyone I know?”

“Mom!”

“Come on now. Just tell me who she is.”

I was reluctant but finally admitted, “Sandra. Sandra Darling.”

Mom smiled at me, “Why didn’t you say so. The Darlings are a nice couple. We used to play bridge with them a lot. Sandra’s a nice girl. Well, I hope you enjoy yourself.”

I felt I needed to give more of an explanation, “It’s not like that. I mean, we’re just friends.”

“Well, she is a little young for you, but still she’s mature for her age and she’s still a nice girl. Who knows, maybe in a couple of years … Well anyway, have fun.”

I felt relieved that mom wasn’t going to give me a hard time about this.

I was at the RecCenter at precisely 10 AM. I was just looking around when I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I turned around. It was Sandra. She threw her arms around my neck, and gave me a kiss. I was too shocked to even respond.

She took me by the hand and led me into the game room, “Come on, let’s play some ping-pong.”

“Aren’t we going to …” I started to ask.

“Don’t be silly. Here? In front of all these people?”

She laughed as I frowned.

“Don’t put on such a grumpy face. We’ll do it,” she responded, “when the time is right. There’s more to a date than just doing you-know-what.”

I could see her point, and soon we were playing ping-pong. I was actually having fun with her. I still wasn’t sure about this boyfriend thing. But for a girl, she could still be my friend. Mom was right: she was mature and a nice person. She was pleasant and fun just to hang out with.

We were in our second game when another girl came up, “Hi Sandy,” she said.

“Sandy?” since when was Sandra, Sandy?

“Oh hi, Tammy,” Sandra said smiling back at the girl. “Tammy, this is my boyfriend, Ryan.”

“Hi Ryan, Sandy’s told me so much about you.”

That had me concerned. I had just contacted Sandra yesterday. How many of her other friends has she called and what did she tell them?

Sandra did the explanation. “Tammy’s my best friend. We hang out together all the time. Both her parents work, so her house is always available during the day. We’ll do it there.”

I could pretty much guess that Tammy knew what “it” was. I couldn’t imagine female best friends not sharing this kind of information. Tammy would have to know if we were to use her house. I was not surprised when the two girls walked off beckoning me to follow them.

“He’s even cuter that you described him on the phone,” Tammy said. “Is he really as big as you say he is?”

“Shush,” Sandra said, “Not now, not here. People will hear.”

“OK, but is he bigger than Nate?”

“Much bigger. Wait, you’ll see.”

“Nate?” I said.

“He’s my cousin. Tammy and I did him the last time he visited. He’s going to be 10 next week.”

I envied the boy. I knew how good Sandra’s hands were and how good she must have made him feel. Was it envy or jealousy? The thought of Sandra doing other boys was not a pleasant one; even if he’s just a cousin.

(The End)