“I know.”
Our lips stayed together, kissing and sucking at each other, as I fished out his rigid cock and started jacking him off. He moaned again, low in his throat, his cock exactly what I'd expected from a 12-year-old boy.
It was slender and not all that long, but it was so stiff it was throbbing uncontrollably under my fingers. I worked it out into the moonlight, wanting to see it, and wanting to see it even closer when he ejaculated.
I loved watching a guy's cum shoot out.
I also wondered if I should go as far as putting it in my mouth, his dick, but then decided that'd be too much for a first time.
“Is this okay, Tim?” I asked him shakily, my hand moving up and down. “Am I doing it right?”
“It's great!” he managed, his hand still in the back of my shorts, gripping my small rubbery-firm ass tightly. “You're doing it just right…”
“Do you want to touch me?” I murmured, hesitantly. “You know, in front…?”
He pulled away from me then, looking into my eyes. And then nodded.
We ended up facing each other, lying on our sides in the grass under the full moon, my hand still tightly holding his stiff young dick, my shorts and panties down around one ankle as he explored my sweet cunt with eager fingers.
I had one knee cocked up so he could better get at me. With my knee up like that, it made my pussy slightly more open.
“You're so wet in there,” he said, his fingers probing deeply into me. “And so hot and slippery.”
“I love your fingers in my pussy,” I told him, my crotch alive with sensation. “Do you want to make me come?”
That again stopped him.
He was unsure, I was certain, how he might do it.
“Let me show you,” I whispered hoarsely to him. “I'll make you come and you make me come. Okay?”
He didn't have to be talked into it.
I let go of his slender dick long enough to guide his slickened fingers to my clit, then showed him how to massage it, using just two fingers, to give me all the pleasure I needed to have an orgasm.
“Just do it like this,” I instructed him. “Right at the top. You can stick your fingers inside me again after you make me come.”
“Okay.”
Then I went back to jacking him off.
“This is unreal!” he laughed, the two of us masturbating each other. “Maureen, I'm already going to come! Uhhh, man, here it comes!”
And his 12-year-old cock jerked under my fingers, twitching, the sudden rush of his cum surprising me with the amount that spurted out. The first long stream of it covered my slender wrist and became the start of a shiny puddle on the ground between us.
“Don't stop, please!” he begged me. “Oh, Maureen, it's so great!”
I kept jacking him off, my hand a sudden blur (the way I knew boys liked it), and the river of his semen jetted out in several erratic spurts before finally ebbing to a little sticky drop hanging from the tiny slit in the head of his dick.
I wanted to take his cock into my mouth, to suck even the last drops of his cum from him, but I knew better than to overplay my hand.
“Okay,” he finally gasped, “That's enough.”
I let go of his cock then, but put my other small hand over his, the one he still had between my legs. I was still lying with one knee up, giving him open access to my young cunt.
I began moving his hand on my clit, pressing his fingertips into it.
“Let me help,” I said to him.
He nodded enthusiastically, then let me masturbate myself using his slippery fingers, pressing them into and back and forth on my quivering clit until I was far shakier all over and breathing so hard I was gasping.
“Yes, Tim, yes!” I panted, pushing my crotch out at him. “I'm almost there. Kiss me when I start to come…”
And my orgasm burst within my little 11-year-old pussy while my new boyfriend's fingers manipulated my throbbing clit. The sudden pleasure coursing through me was so intense I was almost seeing stars.
And not the ones overhead.
“I'm coming!” I announced, and Tim suddenly pressed his mouth to mine. “God, I'm coming so much! Fingerfuck me and kiss me, kissme!”
And, our mouths hungrily glued to each other, we squirmed together as one after another rippling wave of indecent pleasure tore through the very center of me. My pussy was alive with shuddering spasms that nearly knocked me out.
“I'm coming,” I kept gasping. “Ohhh God, it feels sogood, so damn good! I love it, it's like my pussy's on fire.
And Tim stayed right with me, squeezing my entire crotch with his hand, his fingers slipping into my cunt even as he managed to stay right at my clit. I groaned directly into his mouth, squirming like a little live wire next to him, before I was at last sagging into the grass.
“Okay,” I finally gasped. “I think that's enough. Oh, God, Tim, I came sofuckinggood! You're so good at it-you made me come like crazy!”
When we separated at last, lying under the moonlight, I quickly hopped up and found my purse, then pulled out the wad of tissue I'd brought along. Just in case. In case I got lucky. He took them from me and wiped off the head of his dick, which was still hard from his evident excitement at bringing me to a climax.
“Tim, are you still hard from when I jacked your off or did you get excited all over again fingering me?” I asked him.
He gave me a look and shrugged.
“Both,” he told me. “You just got me so excited. I've never touched a girl's pussy before.”
I gave him a smile, but kept it as shy as I could. Almost innocent, but not quite. I mean, I'd grabbed his dick so fast it must've been obvious I was no real beginner when it came to sex.
“Do you want me to jack you off again?” I asked. “I will, if you want.”
He looked down to himself, at his slim dick sticking out from his crotch. “Okay,” he said. “If you don't mind.”
“I'd love to,” I told him. “And stick your fingers up my pussy again while I'm doing it. I want to come again, too. I'd love that.”
Yes, I would.
CHAPTER 6
The first time I used my mother's new fucking machine the night before, it almost killed me.
Not killed me as in any murderous or terrible way, but more like killed me from too many orgasms. More like I died-and-went-to-heaven type of killed.
“Holy fuck,” my mother had gasped. “My cunt's flowing like a river where the dam broke.”
After she'd had about ten climaxes in a row on the chrome-plated sex toy. In fact, every time my dad and I thought she was finally done, so I could at last get a turn, she'd lie there panting for breath for a few moments, then make us turn it on still again.
“It fucked me and fucked me and fucked me,” she finally said. “Without ever slowing down or needing a sandwich. I wanted it to never end.”
“That's how I feel doing a gangbang,” I told her brightly. “The more they fuck me, the more I want it.”
She gave me a knowing look.
“Maureen, I guess you really are a dirty little slut!”
My dad laughed, but gave each of us a look.
“You're both dirty little sluts,” my father said, as he and I helped her up and off the narrow bench, slippery with her juices. “But getting fucked by that machine, Melissa, you reallylookedlike a dirty slut.”
“It was unbelievable,” she said. “Maureen, sweetie, this thing's going to fuck you to death.”
She was drenched with sweat, her shapely legs so weak she couldn't stand on her own. Rather, she dropped down to the carpet beside the machine and sat cross-legged, still trying to catch her breath.
Her swollen pink nipples were so erect I was afraid they'd simply explode, her perfectly-waxed cunt still dripping her own oily moisture-there was an immediate wet spot on the carpet under her.
“Seriously,” she said to me. “You have no idea.”
“I'm ready,” I laughed, standing. “I want to get fucked.”
My dad's thick white cum was still oozing out of my pink slit, tiny rivulets of it running down my bare inner thighs. He looked to me, shaking his head. “Sweetie, you justgotfucked, remember? I just fucked you.”