"When I was ten, my mother sat me down and told me about men. She said they were nasty creatures, with a big prick that they just wanted to shove up any girl's pussy, and that that made babies. She said they were all filthy rats and she warned me not to ever let any man even touch me between the legs with his hands, and never, never, to let a man put his thing up inside my cunt.
"She told me that a man's prick inside you hurt awful and made you bleed, and that men didn't care because they just liked to torture women that way. I asked her if it was all right if you were married and she said it was. But from what she had told me about men and sex, I didn't think I'd ever want to get married. My mother also warned me not to let any man talk me into taking his cock in my mouth, because then they would shoot hot, foul-tasting juice into my mouth, and it would make my mouth rot.
"About that time, Jane began to go with boys, but she couldn't go out with them on dates only to parties and things at school. Jane was pretty. Her breasts were nice and round and soft, and I used to wish that my body would blossom out like hers. My mother was awfully strict with Jane, and she had to be home by nine, unless it was a party, then she could stay until eleven.
"One night, Jane stayed out until after midnight, and I woke up to hear her screaming and crying. I went into the living room and found my mother slapping Jane in the face and calling her a 'rotten bitch' and a 'cheap whore.' When she saw me, my mother told me to bring the leather strap from the kitchen and to sit down and learn my lesson along with Jane.
"She made Jane get on the floor on all fours, then she pulled her skirt up around her hips and pulled down her panties so her bare bottom was wide open. Jane had a beautiful bottom, and when she was kneeling like that I could see the lips of her pussy sticking out and the blonde hairs that surrounded it.
"I loved Jane more than anything in the world and I began to tremble with fear for her, I began to blubber when my mother hit her with the strap, and I let all my crying go as she kept on hitting Jane's ass with that strap, leaving red welts where it struck that beautiful flesh. Jane wasn't crying, but she begged my mother to stop. But my mother seemed to get angrier with each swing of the strap.
"Jane began bleeding after a while, and when my mother finally quit, Jane rolled on her belly, spreading her legs so I could see the moist, red lips of her pussy. I just wanted to go over and kiss every mark, but I was too frightened.
"When my mother stopped, she turned on me and told me that I'd get the same thing if I ever let a boy touch me. Jane scrambled up and went into our room, and I found her on the bed, crying. Her bottom was sore and raw and her poor pussy was cut. I got a wet washcloth and patted it on her hurts. I made her roll over and I spread the lips of her pussy and patted the cool water on them.
"I felt a new excitement come over me and I let my fingers caress the flesh just inside her pussy lips. I wanted to kiss and caress every part of her beautiful body, but I was afraid of hurting her. I parted the lips of her pussy wider and looked at it. It was beautiful, I thought. I noticed that her little knob was rosy and erect, and I leaned forward wanting to kiss it. I could smell a strange, earthy odor coming from the folds of her cunt, and it made me even more excited.
But she was exhausted and quickly fell asleep. I fell asleep, too, with my finger up my pussy, remembering the heady, exciting smell of her cunt, the loveliness of her rounded ass, and the allure of that hard, inviting mound just inside her pussy lips.
"She wasn't allowed to go out for months after that. She told me that Mom had caught her in a parked car, fucking a boy. She said it wasn't anything like what my mother had told me it was; that it felt good. She said that when a boy got you 'hot' it made your cunt all slippery and big, and it didn't hurt at all when a boy put his cock inside you.
"She said, 'In fact, I get hot, just talking about it.' I asked her to let me see how a boy's prick went up inside a pussy. So she spread her legs and, using her finger, she showed me how it worked. I got really worked up when I saw her spread her pink, moist pussy lips, and I could see into the darker hole of her cunt as she ran her finger in. I wanted to stick my own finger and my tongue In it.
"Since she had began to go out with boys, we hadn't done any fingering or licking, and I was beginning to wonder if she didn't love me any more. I don't know why, but I just had to show her that I still loved her, even if she had let a boy put his prick inside her, I took her hand away and 'began to play with her clit, using my finger. I moved down and kissed the inside of her thighs, and I could feel her knob begin to throb and jump as I fingered it.
"When Jane couldn't stand it any more, she just grabbed my head and pulled my face into her crotch. I left my finger inside, working it up and in deep, like she had showed me a man's prick penetrated. I got down close, and used my tongue to massage and lick her clit, and with my remaining hand, I played with the nipple of one of her breasts.
"She just gasped and rolled and moaned. Inside a minute or two, I could feel her clit jumping in little spasms and I knew that she was coming. I bit her knob a little and she jumped and groaned and moved her body faster and faster. Then she just collapsed and laid there with a glassy stare in her eyes. But the thing that impressed me was that she kept on saying, over and over, ‘Oh, Chrissy, oh, Chrissy you're so wonderful… so good.’
"From there on, we had it wonderful. Mom never guessed, and if she wondered why Jane never asked to go out on dates, she never asked. Jane and I went back to our old loving. By now I was able to have pretty good orgasms, even though I was only eleven. My breasts were beginning to bud and a little hair was showing around my pussy. Jane and I had sex almost every night. Sometimes we would just lay in each other's arms and masturbate or rub our pussies together. Other times we would kiss and suck each other. I liked that the best. I could always get turned on real good just by looking and smelling Jane's cunt. Usually, by the time she had come I was ripe and hot, and it only took a few licks of her tongue or a few strokes of her finger to make me have a real good come.
"Jane used to talk about fucking, but I never had any desires to try it. As it happened, I didn't have any choice. I was eleven, almost twelve, and I was allowed to go on a picnic with my older sister, Marie the oldest one still at home. The others had married, and Marie was engaged to this guy that's why Mom let me go on the picnic, though she didn't trust Jane that much. Jane had to stay home.
"There were supposed to be two couples beside Marie and Don, but one girl got sick at the last minute. The others urged Chuck to come along anyhow. I didn't like him from the minute I saw him. I had to ride in the back seat with him and he kept looking at my breasts and down at my legs and moving closer and closer to me. He was drinking a lot. So was my sister and her boyfriend. By the time we met the other couple at the lake, all of them were pretty loaded.
"I went into a little shack to change into my bathing suit. I had just stripped when the door opened and Chuck slipped quickly inside. I was scared, but I didn't scream. I just stood there, glaring at him, trying to cover myself with my bathing suit. He leered at me, reached out and took the suit away from me, and squeezed one of my tits. He moved quickly and grabbed for my cunt and I slapped him across the face.
" 'I like 'em young and tight, cutie,' he said, pulling me close to him and trying to kiss me. He kept one hand on my pussy and he was digging his fingers up inside it, touching my clit. I'd never been kissed by a man before, and when he shoved his tongue into my mouth, I felt a warm, hot feeling begin to shoot through my cunt. And the fingering he was doing was getting to me, tool But I still tried to push him off. I didn't really think that he'd try anything with the others so close. But he knew how drunk they were and, as I learned later, they were already in the water, some two hundred feet away. With all their water noises and the giggling and shouting, they wouldn't have heard me if I had screamed and Chuck knew it.