If he was surprised by my boldness in so quickly reaching for his dick, he didn't act it; he just went happily along with it.
I'd already made out with several boys in my class and, as I think I said, I'd jacked off many of them after letting each one get all excited touching me in the right places. It was great fun, the kissing and heavy breathing, and letting them getatme under my bra or inside my pants. Mostly, though, I loved it even more when a guyejaculated(my favorite word!) while I was doing it to him, masturbating him, that is. It always excited me tremendously, feeling a super-hard cock jumping in my hand as it spurted out streams of cum, the more the merrier. Andseeingit shoot out was even more exciting! I'd also learned to go real fast at the end, too, my hand almost a blur, a good thing to know, and which every boy seemed to greatly appreciate.
Anyway, it was usually behind the Greenbriar Mall where we did it, or at a picnic table in the nearby city park after hours, never in a car. So this was definitely a step up for me.
“You're really hard,” I said, my slim fingers encircling his standing cock. “It's jerking all over the place!”
“It feels great,” he said, a worldly 11^th -grader. “And you're such a great kisser for being so young!”
“So keep kissing me!”
At the same time, with my mouth glued to his, I gave him open access to my young boobs, swollen nipples and underage pussy, undoing my shorts so he could shakily slide a hand down the front of my underpants. At his first tentative touch, I moaned softly, my already pulsing slit opening wetly as I spread my thighs.
“I love it!” I breathed when his slickened fingers probed into me. “But maybe we should get in back.”
He pulled slightly away from me, studying my very young face a long moment, but then nodded quickly. A few moments later we'd wriggled into the back and were lying in the large carpeted area, kissing hotly, my shorts and damp underpants down around one ankle, his rigid cock again tightly in my hand. My pussy was sopping wet with oily lubrication, swollen and overly-sensitive to the merest touch, and I jerked with a low groan when his fingers again found their target.
“Ohhh, yes,” I panted. “Keep doing that to mycunt!”
He froze a quick moment, apparently shocked by such a harsh word coming from an elementary schoolgirl's mouth, but then swallowed hard and began slipping two of his fingers in and out of me. His actions, inadvertently, I was certain, managed to massage my clit justso-even back then, that pinpoint center of the most exquisite pleasure I'd ever known was always alert for further sensation!
“You're making mecrazy!” I breathed into his mouth, squirming at his touch. “I'll come fast if you keep doing that!”
“I want you to,” he said hoarsely. “Tocome, I mean!”
His somewhat thick cock was so stiff in my hand it was throbbing and twitching like a live wire.
“Or you can justfuckme instead,” I offered.
The interior of his dad's SUV smelled like we'd already been fucking for hours and we were both breathing so hard we were shaky. I slid one slender bare thigh across his and pressed my slippery wet crotch into him, then began sort of humping his leg to make it obvious how willing I was to goall the way.
I was no preteen wild-child who was all talk-I wanted to fuck!
But instead of responding in kind, he suddenly stopped cold, swallowing hard. He then told me, very seriously, that the idea of actually 'doing it' with an 11-year-old girl made him horribly nervous:
“We can't do this!” he complained. “You're just a kid!”
“I'll be in the 6^th grade next semester,” I said. “And I'm already jacking you off while you're fingerfucking me…”
There was that, of course.
“Well…”
“It'll be the best fuck ever,” I promised. “My pussy's so wet, you'll go in easy!”
I wasn't sure if that was true or not, but I'd been in grade school gymnastics two years earlier and it sort of opened me up, down there. Of course, when I mentioned it, it made him even more nervous, not less.
“Oh, God!” he moaned, shaking his head still. “You're only a 5^th -grader!”
“You can doanythingto me,” I offered. “I'll suck your cock first, if you want, or even lick your balls. You can come in my mouth and I'll swallow it!”
That last got his attention, all right.
“Have you done that before?” he wanted to know.
I gave him a naughty little shrug.
“We had a school car wash,” I told him. “And this guy in a big Buick wearing a tie offered me $20 to meet him later.”
The much-older 11^th -grader suddenly didn't seem so worldly.
“And did you?” he asked, eyes wide. “Meet him?”
“He snuck me into a motel room,” I said. “I didn't let him fuck me or anything, but he put his hand in my pants while I sucked him off. It wasn't a big deal.”
“He came in your mouth?”
I shrugged again. “I spit most of it out.”
“Did he play with your pussy?”
“Of course,” I said. “And he stuck his finger up my butt.”
He got quiet a long moment. I could tell he was thinking it all over, imaging the dirty details.
“Did you like it?” he finally asked. “Did you come?”
I wasn't sure how much I should tell him. Then, “I let him lick my pussy until I came.” I gave him that naughty little shrug again. “It was fun.”
“He actually made you come?”
“Twice. Like I said, it was fun.”
“Huh. So…what else have you done?”
I had to smile at that.
“I'll suck your dick,” I said. “And we'll talk about it.”
And so, after sucking him until the swollen head of his rigid cock was ready to burst (and with a promise I'd never, evertell), he finally managed to climb between my sweaty bare thighs and get his pale-white, wildly throbbing dick mostly inside of me. He then came almost immediately, half-in and half-out of me, and it took another 20 minutes of sucking him to get him hard enough to do it again.
All in all, though, looking back, I'd still say I loved it.
I'd then gone on to sexually experiment with a variety of boys, some older, some younger, sometimes with more than one at a time, and the word got around like chain-lightning: little Kimberly puts out!
For some reason, I never got bored doing sex stuff, even with the boys who fumbled like idiots getting my pants down, or whoejaculatedreally fast, like into their own pants. By then, I was fucking and handing out blow jobs left and right, and swallowing one hot mouthful of cum after another, so mainly I was hugely popular with every boy I met. Or any boy who evenknewabout me. More than one would bring along a friend. Or even two.
Most of them, of course, had no idea about the proper way to lick a girl's pussy, even with clear instructions, but I never gave up trying:
“Stay on that spot!” I'd say to those bold enough to at least try it. “Keep lickingrightthere!”
But, of course, many of them couldn't even follow simple directions and I'd end up having to finish with my own fingers while they raptly watched but, sadly, almost never seemed to learn. Idiots.
Like I said, though, I never got bored doing it, sex being the absolute most fun of anything else I could imagine.
The truth was, I'd rather suck or fuck than eat chocolate ice cream and Ilovedchocolate ice cream. Actually, eating chocolate ice creamwhilegetting fucked was near the top of my 'must try one day' list.
CHAPTER 2
It was while Amy and I were walking to the Greenbriar Mall that day, both of us overheated and sticky at 90 degrees in the shade (Alabama being a hotbox of a state in the summer), that I told her what we'd been up to, my father and I. Also, that I'd kept it from her.
After bursting out with surprise at first, and then after another moment of silent reflection, she stopped walking and stared at me. She clearly didn't believe such a thing could happen.