Instead, he wasted no time, pushing up my pullover top and my training bra and instantly fastening his eager mouth to first one of my small firm breasts and then the other. Within moments, he was sucking at my pointy nipples hungrily as my breathing kicked up from fast to faster.
“Let me jack you off,” I said then, undoing his jeans and unzipping them. “I want to feel your dick in my hand again.”
Still sucking and kissing my taut pink nipples, Tim nodded.
Then he jerked with a little moan as my fingers enclosed the warm shaft of his cock. It stood up straight and proud from his crotch, the many thin, light blue veins adorning it pulsing along the sides. I gave it a quick squeeze, feeling it twitch quickly in response, then slowly began working my hand up and down.
The head of his hardened penis was swollen a deep red, a single glistening drop of clear fluid at the tiny slit at the very tip.
“I want to suck you,” I offered hesitantly, not certain how my new boyfriend would respond. Was I being too bold, too soon? “Is that okay with you?”
Tim pulled his face away from my bare breasts and sat up, looking into my wide blue eyes. I could tell he was extremely excited at the thought of it, but uncertain about me actually doing it.
Giving him a blow job.
“Really?” he said. “Suck me? Are you sure?”
I nodded. “You're my boyfriend. I want to give you pleasure.”
But he just bit his lower lip, saying nothing, maybe deciding.
So without waiting, I bent down and took his young cock into my mouth, my lips wetly enclosing the swollen head of it as my tongue began licking across it.
“That feels fantastic!” he gasped, a 12-year-old boy getting his first blow job from his first girlfriend. “Use your hand, too, Maureen.”
Still sucking at his throbbing cock, I began jacking him off again, slowly, my small hand moving up and down.
He groaned low in his throat, his hips shifting on the ancient van's seat as I sucked harder at him. I loved the feel of his young dick in both my hand and my mouth, the hardness of it, the smoothness of his flesh, the way the rounded fleshy head of it throbbed the entire time.
“You can come in my mouth,” I let him know. “You're my boyfriend. I'll swallow your cum, if you want.”
He seemed not to hear me at first, but then Tim began gently pushing his skinny ass up off the seat. He was actually fucking me in the mouth. I bobbed my head faster, my hand speeding up, wanting to taste his young cum, to swallow all of it, in fact.
Like I'd said, I was addicted to dick, including the sensation of warm semen filling my mouth. Even the taste of it going down my throat.
I was probably more of a little cum freak than most of the younger girls in The Family Fun Club, swallowing mouthful after mouthful of it at every sex party. Good thing I was so skinny-my mom said there's serious calories in semen, but I still couldn't tell if she was kidding me.
She and my dad loved to kid me all the time.
Anyway, I pulled Tim's jeans open wider and slid a hand into them, my fingers finding the fleshy sack of his balls and squeezing it gently. He still had almost no hair down there.
He moaned softly, then pushed his rigid cock still deeper into my slippery mouth, my tongue working around the smooth head of it in little circles that quickly had him trembling uncontrollably.
“This is unbelievable!” he breathed. “I love it, Maureen!”
I nodded, still sucking him with a series of little slurping noises, then reached up and pulled off the blue scrunchie holding my pony tail in place. I tucked it into the corner of the bench seat we occupied.
“Tim, grab my hair!” I told him. “Grab it tightly while I'm blowing you.”
It seemed to puzzle the boy for a long moment, but then his slender fingers entangled themselves in my blonde hair. When he closed his grip on the handful he had, I nodded that he'd done exactly what I'd wanted.
“Pull it a little more,” I said to him. “Pull my hair tighter. It turns me on!”
Which, for whatever reason, it did, that sensation of my blonde hair being pulled tightly at the roots, as if stimulating my scalp maybe. For whatever reason, it made my cunt (already wet) even wetter.
My mom had taught me that when I'd first started eating her pussy.
And so Tim gripped a much bigger handful of my hair and tightened his grip on it until the sensation went straight down my entire body to my 11-year-old cunt. And, of course, made it even wetter.
“I want you to come,” I murmured to him, still sucking and masturbating him. “I want to taste your cum!”
It turned out I didn't have long to wait.
With a shuddering gasp, Tim suddenly stiffened and poked his hard cock even deeper into my mouth as that first tiny jet of his young cum spurted against my tongue. A brief moment later, further warm ribbons of it filled my mouth, my tongue working quickly at the tiny hole it poured from.
“Oh, God, yeah!” he gasped again, his fingers in my hair and his dick throbbing repeatedly as his balls unloaded every drop of his warm liquid into my mouth. “Maureen, my God, this is so great!”
In my heart of hearts, I prayed he'd feel the same wayafterwe were done.
Boys, all boys and men alike, actually, think and talk very differently before and after they'd had their way with a bad girl.
They often only fully appreciated her, it seemed to me, until they'd shot their rocks off. And then they barely knew her. Until the next time.
Little bastards.
Anyway, I sucked Tim while continuing to jack him off, my hand a blur in his lap until the final small spurt of his cum ebbed out. Then I licked gently at the smoothly-firm tip of his cock until it was clean.
“Did that feel good?” I asked with a sly smile, sitting up and well knowing the answer. “I wanted you to love it.”
Still trying to catch his breath, Tim nodded and slumped back into the seat, yet his slender cock remained hard, still wet and shiny from my mouth. He wasthatyoung, after all, with more erections in him than even he knew.
“Ididlove it,” he admitted. But then he gave me a curious look and asked, “Have you ever done that before? Sucked a guy's dick?”
Of course, I'd been expecting such a question all along, but I still wasn't entirely prepared for it.
“Well…”
CHAPTER 8
“Well…” I started, not looking at him. “Like I already told you, I had an older boyfriend, so we did things that I'm starting to do with you…”
Tim was still breathing hard, lying back on the bench seat of the VW van, but he nodded with a look suggesting he remembered my earlier admission. I could tell he was thinking it all over, considering what Imighthave done.
Or how experienced I might really be.
But I knew his imagination was no match for the reality of who I was and what I'd done. Even compared to many older women, I was a cock-crazed wild-child who'd already been fucked more times than I could remember.
“So you sucked him off,” my new boyfriend said slowly, clearly trying to put it all together. “What other stuff did you do with him?”
He was acting like it wasn't really a big deal, just an idle question born of pure curiosity, but I knew better. Boys, especially young boys (but yes, even men!), were insanely concerned when it came to comparing themselves to other boys. Particularly when it came to sex.
I guess they were afraid of looking sexually incompetent, or stupid, or maybe it was just a territorial thing when it came to us girls.
Like we were one of their toys and they wanted first crack at us when we were still new. The virgin thing, I mean. So I really wasn't certain how much to admit, but I knew the truth would end our boyfriend-girlfriend relationship right then.
“Tim, I was the girlfriend of an older boy,” I told him, patiently. “We did stuff together that girls my age might not normally do. Sex things. I'm sorry if that upsets you, but I'm willing to do those same things with you.”
He was looking at me as if afraid to hear the worst.
“Sex thingsonlywith you,” I added. “Because you're my new boyfriend.”