Betty's young breasts were softer than he expected, yielding and fleshy, with flat, undeveloped nipples. He remembered her mother. The woman had big, low-slung, sloppy-soft appearing breasts… she should wear a bra and mostly didn't. Betty would develop the same type of breasts.
Betty seemingly lost interest in his cock. She stuffed it awkwardly, stiffly, back into his pants. She asked innocently, "Don't I have nice boobies?"
"Umm-hmm." He continued to fondle them.
She struggled with his zipper, got it halfway up and gave it up. "Do you like me?"
"Sure. You're a nice girl." He tried tweaking a nipple, cautiously, not wishing to frighten her.
She said, "I better go now. Are you going to try to fix things under there again tomorrow?"
"I guess so."
"Can I help again?"
"Why do you have to leave now?"
"I have to go see if Billy is okay. Mommy isn't home."
He took his hand from her dress. She got out of the car and left the garage.
Gilbert readjusted his cock in his pants, zipped his fly closed and grunted as he worked his way out of his upside-down position.
He made a point of being out in the garage, working on his car, the next day at about the same time.
He had two all-day suckers in his shirt pocket.
Betty appeared silently when he had almost forgotten about her. He had managed to fix the ignition wiring and was fiddling with the innards of the radio which he had disconnected and pulled from the dash, when she peeked over the sill of the right-hand front window, which was rolled down.
He noticed her immediately, but pretended not to. A tension came into his belly. His cock began to grow.
Betty sank out of sight without saying a word. Then she opened the door quick and plunged in with a wild, happy, expectant "Boo!"
Gilbert reacted with an exaggerated start of terror. He juggled the radio chassis in his lap. Then he gnashed his teeth and growled at her.
Betty laughed and giggled, delighted. "I really scared you, didn't I?"
"Sure did." He probed at the radio's speaker connections.
Betty sat up on the seat next to him and swung shut the car door. "Is that broke?"
"It doesn't work, so I guess it's broke."
She giggled. Her giggle was beginning to bug him.
She wore the same dress, and it gaped at the top the same way when she leaned over to peer at the radio's tubes and wiring.
He pulled one of the suckers from his shirt pocket. "Here's for helping me yesterday."
She grabbed it and tore off the wrapper and plunged the sucker into her mouth. She said indistinctly around the mouth-filling disc of flavored, hardened sugar, "It's root beer. I like it."
"I've got another one you can have when you leave."
"Umm." She slurped sweetened saliva and took the sucker from her mouth for a few seconds. "You want me to feel your pee-pee again?"
"Sure." He put the radio up on the dash shelf by the windshield. Then he pulled her closer to his side. He put his arm around her and fondled her breasts through her thin dress.
She ignored that. She didn't seem sensitized to her breasts as sexual zones. Manipulating them didn't affect her.
She popped the sucker back into her mouth and attacked his belt and zipper. In a few seconds – with his help – she had his pants open and was digging into his white shorts for his hard cock.
She dragged it free and flopped it around for a few seconds. "Does that hurt?"
"No." He slid his hand down inside her dress to the naked softness of her immature breasts. They were like small skins of warm, firm Jell-O.
"Could I play with your bag of nuts, too?"
"Sure." He pulled his scrotum free of his shorts.
Betty was fascinated by the hairy sack. She held it tenderly in small hands and felt the egg-shaped testicles inside.
Her touch made him feel vulnerable and horny. His cock throbbed against his bared belly.
He squeezed one of her breasts gently and rubbed the flat nipple. Gradually the nipple responded and swelled up under his fingers – a tiny bump.
Betty squeezed his testicles. "Does that hurt?"
Abruptly it did! A quick lance of aching pain arced through his groin. "Yes! Don't…"
She let go immediately. "I'm sorry." She cautiously handled his cock. She began to pull the skin up and down to reveal and then cover the head. She said happily, "It's making goo again."
"Just keep on moving the skin up and down like that and it'll make a lot of goo… it might even shoot white goo."
"Oh, I know," she said wisely. "That's called maserbashun."
"Ever do it for anybody before?"
"No… but I saw…" She made a "secret" face and said, "I shouldn't tell anybody, I guess."
Gilbert was curious but decided not to pry just then. He caressed her breasts as she played with his cock. There was beginning to be a glow in his cock.
Betty stopped pulling his foreskin up and down. Her arm was tired. She played idly with his scrotum. "Do you fuck much?"
"Nope."
"Why not? Don't you like to?"
"Sure, but I don't know any girls right now who'll let me fuck them." It was weird talking like this with a retarded, overdeveloped eleven-year-old girl.
Gilbert turned more toward Betty and brought his left hand across to her thighs. He pushed her dress up to expose her upper thighs and her bare, chubby little mound. He put his hand on her thigh and worked his fingers down between her legs.
She pressed her legs together. She shook her head.
"I'm not going to hurt you. It'll feel good."
"I'm too young to fuck."
"I don't want to fuck you. I just want to feel you there. You're playing with my pee-pee, so why can't I feel yours?"
Betty sucked on her sucker for a few seconds and considered. Finally she relaxed her thighs and said, "All right, but only for a minute."
Gilbert pushed her thighs open and pressed his palm up against her bare slit. He moved his palm slowly, sensually, with light pressure. He watched her face for a reaction but there was none. She sucked absently on her sucker. Her hand lay almost unmoving on his cock.
After a minute or two he pressed his middle finger gently between the lips of her pussy.
She started to object. He said quickly, "I'll give you a couple big candy bars tomorrow."
"Mounds? Three Mounds."
"Okay." And he explored her narrow, damp, warm little vulva. He discovered that her hymen was broken. He pushed a fingertip through the tear.
Betty frowned. "Don't."
He slid his fingertip up into the warmer V of her inner vulva… and found the tiny clitoris. Betty's eyes blinked fast. He rubbed the pinhead of flesh until it stiffened gradually and the small groove became wet and slippery. He smiled.
Betty was wriggling on the seat. Her face was flushed and she was playing with his cock again, squeezing and jerking the skin up and down with uneven, irregular pulls and pushes.
Gilbert said softly, wheedlingly, "Feels good, doesn't it?"
She nodded. She squirmed a bit lower on the seat and her hips and lower belly were exposed as her dress bunched more at her waist. She spread her legs wider.
"Ever do this to yourself?"
She glanced up and met his eyes guiltily. She nodded. She was breathing through her mouth, her sucker lodged in her left cheek, forgotten for the moment.
He kept on rubbing the tiny, slick nub. He had her near an orgasm. He slipped his fingertip lower, to her hymen, and quickly pressed inside, through the opening, into her vagina, to the first knuckle. Before she could object he withdrew and began massaging her clitoris again.
She was getting him awfully hot. Her small hand, pulling and hauling on his cock, awkward and inefficient, was still effective – with his excitement reinforced by his progress in making her hot.
Betty began to go tense. Her body went rigid. She breathed hoarsely. She clutched his cock fiercely, unconscious of her tight grip.