Chapter 1: Wanting (Prim/Stranger)
"Come on Prim." Mom said. "Let's go home. There's nothing more we can do for Katniss. All we can do is sit and hope she has the skills to survive." Somehow, I didn't believe she did. No one from district twelve has won in 24 years. What's different about this year.
But I just went along and said, "Ok. Can I meet you at home? I wanna walk around for a while." More like I wanna get far away for a while. But that, unfortunately, is not an option.
"Ok sweety." Mom said, trying to sound hopeful, but not doing such a good job. We both went our separate ways.
I walked around the seam, looking for some of Katniss's favorite places. I hesitantly stopped by the Hob, knowing it was somewhere Katniss went almost every day. I've never been in the Hob. I was always too scared to go, but today I didn't even care. I was still trying to fight back tears, so I didn't even care when someone I didn't even know came over to me and gave me a hug. I actually embraced the hug, pulling him tight toward my body, and started sobbing into his shirt. He said he knew my sister well. But I started doubting it when he squeezed my butt when he pulled out of the hug. I was honestly too depressed to even say something.
I miss Katniss, I thought. She did everything for me and Mom. She brought home most of the food from hunting, she brought home most of the money from trading at the Hob, she cared for both of us. Well, me mostly. She never really forgave Mom for what she did after Dad passed away.
I figured I should be heading home now, so I found the exit of the Hob and left. It looked like it was getting dark, so I figured I would take a shortcut through and alley. I couldn't even think of how many times Katniss must have taken this very shortcut back home. Then I saw him.
He was naked. I mean butt-naked. He had his hand on his penis, masturbating. I didn't know much about sex. Just what I learned about in school. So basically, sex is bad, if you do it, you'll get pregnant and die. I never believed a word of it. This man didn't see me standing there, watching him. My eyes were transfixed on his long prick. When I say long, I mean long. It had to be about 8 inches. It was thick too. I was getting wet just looking at him rubbing it.
I slowly walked up to him. Only when I was right in front of him did he notice me. He quickly let go of his member and almost jumped to run away when he said, "Hey I know you. Ya. You were picked to be in the Hunger Games 'till your sister jumped in for you. I'm sorry for your loss."
"I don't want to talk about Katniss right now." I replied. I didn't need anyone telling me Katniss was going to die. I didn't want to hear it. I reached my hand out and firmly grasped his meat. He let out a loud gasp of surprise. "Let me help you with that." I started moving my hand up and down his shaft slowly.
The only thing I knew about giving a blowjob is what my friends have told me, most of which was probably made up, but it seemed to do the trick. He let out a low moan, and I sped up my strokes. I then withdrew my hand, only to replace it with my tongue. I licked all around the head a few times, then licked right in his small slit. This was not at all what I expected a penis to taste like. I expected some special, magical taste that was absolutely amazing and addictive. But this tasted just like as if I were sucking my hand. I stuck the entire head into my mouth and rapidly sucked. He let out a loud, lengthy moan.
Felling brave, I moved my head as far down his shaft as I could take. The other quarter that I couldn't take, I grabbed with my right hand, and I grabbed his balls with my left. I almost gagged, but I managed to swallow it down. I used my tongue to glide over his shaft, and I started to hum, which sent vibrations down his cock. The constant sounds he was making was a good sign that I was doing this right.
Finally needing air, I pulled back to only his head again. Obviously, he couldn't take it, because he tangled his hands into my hair, messing up Mom's beautiful braids, and pushed and pulled my head so it was bobbing up and down on his long cock. As he controlled my head, I started to blow hard, and he released some warm, slimy fluid into my mouth. Oh my god! This tastes amazing! I thought. It tasted both salty and sweet at the same time. And I loved it. I drank every bit I could get.
When he stopped spilling his fluid, I pulled my head off of his cock. A little bit seeped out after I pulled out, so I game a quick lick, and it was gone. "God. How many blowjobs have you given before?" He asked.
"Umm, this is my first one." I replied shyly.
"Well, I guess I should return the favor, shouldn't I." I didn't exactly know what he meant until he tore Mom's dress off my body. I was about to say something, but then he put his hands right on my slit. "Holy crap! You're soaking wet!" I only blushed in response.
He began stroking my sex slowly, and I let out a moan of surprise. Sex is great! It feels great, and it tastes great! I really don't know why all of the adults don't want us to have sex. I got pulled from my train of thought when the stranger slipped two fingers inside of me. "Ohhhhhhh yes! That feels great." I couldn't help but moan in pleasure. I began moaning even louder when his thumb hit my clit. At least, I think it's my clit. This was obviously the most sensitive spot, so it makes sense that it is. He repeatedly flicked that same spot with his thumb, causing me to moan even louder.
I involuntarily whimpered when he stopped, but almost screamed when I felt his tongue on my clit. He was sucking it, biting it, even twisting it with his teeth, and it all felt amazing. He then inserted four fingers into me, which I wouldn't have thought would slide in that easily, but I suppose with all of my arousal, it could happen easily. He was pumping all of his fingers in and out as fast as he could. I could feel all of the heat in my body go straight to my crotch. It was as if I could feel it. I could definitely feel something building up down there, but I didn't know what. Then, it hit. There was a period of pure bliss, when I could think of nothing but the pleasure that I was feeling. Katniss completely drained out of my brain and all that was important was this stranger, his fingers, and his mouth.
Eventually, the moment passed, and I fell limp to the ground. I looked down at the stranger, just really seeing his face for the first time. He had ragged, black hair, and black eyes. His cheeks were visibly dry, as were his lips, and he had a few scars on his face. But most noticeably, he had a clear liquid on his face. I knew it wasn't sweat, because it was more puddled around his face rather then spread evenly or in drops. "I didn't know you were a squirter."
"A what?" I asked. I was so confused. I had no idea what he was talking about.
"A squirter. Your cum squirts out of pussy rather than just drip out like most woman." He replied. I still didn't know what he was talking about, but he was definitely a lot more experienced at sex than I was.
Then, I looked up, and planted a firm, passionate kiss on him. "I want you inside of me." I sputtered out. He didn't look like he was about to argue either. He laid me down on my back on a trash can, and spread my legs wide. He slowly pushed into me, inch by inch until all of him was inside me. I let out a long, breathy moan, and said, "Go."
He started to pump inside of me. Slowly at first, but then he started picking up the pace. "Harder! Faster!" I screamed. I could feel it rising again. I bit my lip, so as not to scream, but I couldn't take it and I let myself go over the edge. When I calmed down I felt him spill his cum into me, the warm liquid mixing with my own, deep inside of myself. Then he stopped.
After he pulled out of me, I got up. My thighs were so sore, I could barely walk. I had cum dripping from my pussy, down my thighs. I looked up and the moon was already high in the sky. We had been going at it for hours. "Hey, how old are you?" He asked.
"I'm 12, why?" I asked. I was confused as to why he would ask that. It didn't really matter. But he just nodded his head, put his clothes on, and walked away. I wanted more. But I knew he wouldn't give it to me. So I went for my clothes, until I realized he had ripped them. I didn't even have a bra or panties to wear. At least it was a nice night outside. Because I'm stuck out here in the dark, naked, and wanting more of what I couldn't have.