"She was whispering to my peter and I couldn't make out her words. That was some game she was playing. It made me mad."
"I worked my middle finger over her sex bump for a bit, then slid it into her hole. It was hot and tight in there."
"Ruthie acted like she couldn't feel where I had my finger. She had her mouth real close to the head of my peter. She stuck out her tongue and touched the tip and tasted the stuff there. She whispered to my peter. I pushed my finger further into her hole, trying to find how deep I could get it in. I got my finger all the way in. I could feel the end of her hole, soft and bumpy. She gave a quick jerk when I touched a certain bumpy place way deep – I guess it was the entrance to her womb."
"She stuck her tongue out again and licked off the rest of the clear stuff at the end of my peter. Then she pulled my peter closer with both hands and put her lips on the head and sort of let it slide right into her mouth."
"It felt like nothing I'd ever felt before. If you can imagine dipping the head of your peter into warm taffy while it's being pulled. Then Ruthie started using her tongue and I forgot everything but what she was doing."
"She still had both hands on my peter and she had the head of it in her mouth, then she took more into her mouth, down to the top of her second hand. I guess she had about two inches of it in her mouth and it felt great. Her tongue was sliding around like she was still talking to it."
"She lifted her head away and licked her lips. She looked up at my face. 'Was it good? Did I do it right?'"
"Sure. Do it again."
"So she did. She kept her hands on it and she sucked at the end, licking and sucking like it was candy or ice cream or something."
"I started finger-fucking her, then. I started touching that bumpy spot deep inside her hole and she always gave a little jerk of her ass and she did wild things with her tongue with the head of my peter in her mouth."
"It was like touching her in there with the tip of my finger was turning her on someway. Then I figured out it was maybe that, too, but mostly it was the way the knuckle of my third finger was hitting her sex spot, her clitoris, each time I pushed my middle finger into her."
"Whatever it was, my ten-year-old sister really got going good on sucking me off. I mean, wow, did she ever work at it. And I was getting that tingle and that gut-tightness that you get just before you go off. I wanted to shoot my load right into her mouth. I didn't care if it tasted like shit to her, that's what I wanted – to pump that stuff down her throat if I could."
"The feeling of her mouth and tongue kept getting better and better. She must have known I was close the way I was sort of breathing-moaning."
"I couldn't shoot off in her mouth without warning her, though. I just couldn't. So I said, 'I'm almost there!' And I know she heard me."
"But Ruthie kept on sucking like crazy so I figured she wanted to get her mouth full of the stuff at least once."
"I let it build up in my guts and belly. My peter felt like a tower. She kept jerking me off and sucking those end two inches till I thought my brains were going to cook."
"I kept on jabbing my finger deep into her hole, too, faster and faster and harder and harder the closer I got to going off."
"At the end, when I was in that last ten seconds before shooting off, I was finger-fucking her like my finger was a piston, really fast. And my knuckle was popping on her clitoris good."
"But then I just came apart, you know? I just closed my eyes and let it go. I couldn't stop it anyway."
"Ruthie was sucking and sucking and I shot that stuff right up into her mouth. I didn't want to see it, but my eyes opened anyway and I saw her face when that first squirt went up. She had my peter all the way in to her hand and was swishing her tongue against it and I groaned and I could feel my guts or something contract and my peter sort of throbbed and jumped and that stuff flew up deep in her mouth."
"Her eyes were half closed but they opened fast and she sort of choked and her mouth opened wider and she made a split-second move to pull her mouth away, but then she didn't. For some reason she closed her mouth and closed her eyes tight and let the rest of it pump up into her mouth."
"I was holding my breath. My peter shot stuff again and again. She just kept her mouth clamped tight around the head and let it come. And the best part was her keeping her hands going up and down on my peter so I got the pleasure out of it all. It would have felt a lot better if she had really sucked and used her tongue when I shot off, but she didn't know enough – and I guess the shock of that first gob of stuff shooting into her mouth short-circuited her mind or something."
"When I had squirted it all out and the feeling was almost gone, she pulled her mouth off, but kept her lips tightly shut and kept all that stuff in her mouth."
"I saw her work her mouth and make a face and swallow it."
"My stomach turned over. I mean, I almost got sick. Maybe she did, too. I asked her why she did it and she didn't say why. She just said, 'It's mine, isn't it?'"
"I said, 'You want me to pee in your mouth, too?' She said that was different, and besides, she said, she wasn't going to suck me off anymore. She said, 'I only did it this once to see what it was like, that's all. Just to see.'"
"Can't you spit it out? It wouldn't be as bad that way."
"I know what I'll do next time. You wait and see."
"The next time was three days later. She didn't change any – she kept hanging around in my room, telling me not to jack off until she did it for me."
"We sort of arranged a date for the third day because we knew Dad over timed then and Mom took the time to visit her sister, so we'd have at least an hour all alone in the house."
"Ruthie kept telling me, 'Don't you do anything with my peter!' And I'd say, sarcastic, 'I have to pee once in a while, you know!' And she'd say, 'You know what I mean!'"
"She didn't want me to go out on a date, even. She really was ape over my peter… she really thought it was hers. She said it, too: 'It should have been mine. God put it on you and he should have waited and made me a boy.'"
"Anyway, the third day came and I hadn't jacked off and she winked at me that morning at the table. I kicked her on the leg."
"So I got home from school and she was waiting and we went to my room and she couldn't wait for me to get my pants down."
"She dug it out of my underpants and it was getting hard and she said, 'Umm, there's my big peter! Oh, and getting so nice and hard for me! Do you like your mommy's hand… hmmm?'"
"It was sort of sick. She treated it like a baby or a puppy or something."
"She said, 'You're going to feel good in a minute, big peter. I'm going to make you all well, Mommy's going to milk you and get all that white stuff out of you. Then you can get all soft again.'"
"She petted it and played with it and rubbed her cheeks against it and said how hot it was and kissed it a couple times, but she didn't suck it. I asked her to, but she wouldn't."
"She got off the bed and left the room. She said she'd be right back. She came back with an empty olive jar with the cap on."
"She said, 'You'll see,' when I asked what it was for. She sat next to me on my bed and played with my peter and sucked her lower lip and frowned and thought hard. Then she smiled and told me to get up on my hands and knees over her; 'her' peter was right close to her face."
"I did it quick. I thought she was going to suck me off again. But she started jerking me off in that position, with my peter sticking straight down toward her neck."
"It felt good that way, I've got to admit that. It was a different way to do it, and I had it figured – when I squirted it would be into the jar she had ready in her other hand."