"So I shot off again and a lot of it got on her hand and I was gasping and panting and she was, too, and sort of going 'Uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh.' It's impossible to say what it sounded like, but she sure enjoyed going off with me that way and seeing me squirt."
"Then she did a weird thing. It made my stomach heave a little. She smelled the stuff again on her hand and then she got a dreamy look in her eyes and she stuck her tongue out and tasted it!"
"Ruthie made a kind of face, but she didn't spit it out. She swallowed it. Then she came back to normal and used my hanky again to wipe my peter and her hand."
"I said, 'Why did you lick that stuff?'"
"She wouldn't answer. She just shrugged and said, 'I guess you can't do it anymore for a while, can you?' And she picked up her apple and took a bite and pulled up her panties and hopped off the bed. Then she reached over and grabbed my soft peter and said, 'This is mine now. It's mine. I get to make it squirt all the time. I'll jerk it off any time you want me to. Just tell me.' She said it like she meant it. She patted my peter and looked at me very serious. Then she walked out of my room and went next door for that sewing lesson on the next door lady's sewing machine."
"That night with Mom and Dad in the house, she stuck her head in my door and asked if her peter wanted to be jerked off again. That's the way she said it: her peter. I said we'd better wait till the next day. I could have squirted again, but I was leery of letting her do it with Mom and Dad home. Knowing they could walk in and catch us red-handed was a turnoff."
"So we didn't have a good chance to do anything until after school the next Tuesday. Dad was into his overtime bag again and Mom went to visit some woman for an hour or so."
"Ruthie was home from school early – one o'clock or something like that – on a half-day schedule. So she was waiting for me when I came in at three. She told me Dad was going to work till nine and Mom was over across town visiting her friend till five, so we had a lot of time."
"Ruthie's eyes were dancing. She said, 'How does my peter feel? Does it want to squirt good?'"
"I went along with it. I said, 'It sure does. Does my crack want my finger?'"
"She grinned and nodded. And so we went into my bedroom and I pulled down my pants and she took down her panties."
"We hopped on my bed and started to fool around. She asked, 'Did you save your stuff for me?'"
"'Yeah… the tank's full to the brim.' We kind of laughed. She started to jerk me off, smooth and fast. It felt great. It was worth waiting for. I figured she'd want to jack me off twice and I was all for it."
"I crossed my arm over, under hers, and started to finger her crack. She was wet real quick and I started rubbing her sex bump with my fingertip. She made a little 'Umm!' good feeling sound."
"Then I don't know why I said it. I guess I heard some guys at school talking about one of the senior girls they said would suck off any guy who took her out to a dinner and a show. Anyway, I said, 'Hey, Ruthie, why don't you try putting your peter in your mouth?'"
"She looked at me funny, surprised, and I had a shit-eating smile I know, and I blushed. I could feel my face get hot."
"But she looked at my peter and kept on jerking it and said, 'Maybe I will… maybe I will. I never thought of it.'"
"But she didn't do it that day. She just kept on moving the skin up and down and I kept on fingering in her wet crack until she got hot and hotter and came."
"When she went off, she whispered, 'Squirt now, Perry… squirt." And her hand flipped faster and fester and her fingers gripped tighter.
"She wriggled up closer to me and she was warm and nice. Her skinny hips were jerking against my finger."
"I worked my right arm around her and pressed my face against her chest. I could feel the small softness of her little breasts through her dress. They were warm."
"My peter was hard as a rock and it was tingling, building up the charge for a big, powerful orgasm. But that time I didn't squirt until she was over her own coming. She was getting quiet and taking deep slow exhaling breaths and her hand was looser and slower."
"I had to tell her, 'I'm there – ' and she did her best – she jerked faster and harder and watched as I shot my load all over."
"I had my eyes closed, but I felt a gob land on my neck. I was gasping and digging my finger deep into her hole – right into her vagina. It was easy. There wasn't anything in the way."
"Ruthie kept jerking me until I said stop, and then she said, 'Don't stick your finger in me like that! I don't like it. It hurts.'"
"I said I was sorry. I watched her as she played with my stuff with her fingers, and smelled it again and then pulled up her dress and slip and smeared some of it over her little pink nipples. She said, 'This won't make me have a baby, will it?'"
"I said no. I thought it was a weird thing to do, frankly."
"Then we had to clean up. It was a mess. She didn't remember to aim my peter straight up, and I had squirted all over me and all over the bed."
"She wiped it up, but my shirt was all spotted and wet and I had to put it in the laundry and hope Mom wouldn't see the dried spots and know what they were."
"We wiped a spot on the bedspread but it didn't do much good – the stuff was all soaked in."
"When I jerk off by myself I put a hanky the head of my peter when I'm shooting off."
"When I complained about it to Ruthie, she said she'd do better next time. She pulled her dress and slip up again to her neck, you know just under her armpits, to show me how much her breasts had grown, but I couldn't see any difference, except maybe the nipples were sticking out a tiny bit more. They had a glazed look – the nipples – from the dried stuff she had coated them with."
"She asked me to play with them. So I did, some. I liked to hold them both in my hands. They were like soft oranges, about that size. Small halves of oranges. And smooth and very warm. I could feel her heartbeat in one. Her heart was thumping away pretty fast. Faster than mine."
"She put her hand down between my legs and played with my nuts. She held them in her hand and warmed them that way, and jiggled them a little with her fingers. For some reason, her doing that got to me and my peter started to grow up my belly again, getting long and hard."
"She said, 'Hey, my peter looks like it wants to get jacked off again.'"
"I guess I didn't like her way of talking that way – like my peter was hers. So I said, 'Your peter wants you to suck him.'"
"No, he doesn't."
"Yes, he does."
"She put her ear down close to the pee hole and said, 'I don't hear him say anything.'"
"So I sort of whispered in a high voice, like a mouse, 'Suck me, Ruthie.'"
"She broke up, and I did, too. She said just a minute and went out to the bathroom and came back with a warm, soapy washcloth and a towel. She didn't say anything to me… she talked to my peter. 'Does my big peter want his mommy to suck him?' She washed it good. 'Does you want me to put you in my mouth? Your own mommy's mouth?'"
"It was funny but it sounded weird and it made me nervous. It was like I wasn't there at all, just her and my peter. She was doing it to bug me."
"She dried it with the towel and started jerking it slowly, real slow, nice and easy, getting it up real hard."
"I said, 'I guess I'll finger-fuck my crack a little bit.' And I worked my finger down into her pussy, in to where the opening was. First I rubbed up her sex button good. I figured if I got her hot she'd suck me."
"That's the way it worked, too. I got her so she was squirming around a lot and got her head closer and closer to my peter."
"I had to shift hands. I had to reach down behind her and under her skinny ass to find her crack to keep up the fingering. She was twisting around little by little. She was sort of crooning to my peter. She had it in both hands and was moving the skin up and down that way, and she stared at the opening. There was a drop of slippery clear stuff there from how hot I was and from her jerking."