"I… I'm not saying," she exclaimed. She knew he was pushing for her to talk about it but she didn't want to admit the truth. She was loving every minute of what he was doing to her and couldn't wait for him to do still more things, but she discovered she was very shy when it came to talking.
"Sure you are," he persisted. "Sure you're going to tell me, sweetie. I'm going to make you so fucking hot down there you can't stand it, and if you want me to keep on fingering you you're going to have to tell me.”
His fingers had left her navel far behind now and were slowly entering the sparse hairs that grew around the edge of her pubescent genitals. She could feel his fingertips coursing carefully through the boundaries of her brownish-colored muff and knew he could feel the light film of moisture that had appeared on her skin.
Kathie, who lay stiffly under her covers so as not to let them know she was awake, was hearing every word. Wow, I'd sure tell him if he was doing that to me. I'd tell him to go and frig my cunny right then. I'm so tickly and damp in mine I'd love to start playing with it this minute if it wasn't for having them catch me at it and know I was awake. Darn, I'd really like to grab it!
"Come on baby," Rodney told Karen, "we been standing here fooling around long enough. Let's get in your bed where I can really get some action going with you.”
He edged her toward the bed and rolled her onto it, being careful to keep his fingers tightly pressed against the mound of her sex. As she assumed a prone position, allowing him to make her lie with her head on the pillow and her long legs stretched out across the bedspread, he could feel her thighs and knees against his. He toyed with the delicate area of her outer genital mound in a way that maddened her with pleasure.
"Say it, honey," he demanded. "Tell what that is I've got my fingers on.”
She was terribly embarrassed in spite of her earlier show of bravado, but she was so stimulated by his touch she just had to have more of it.
"My… on my-" she began, her face red.
"Say it, honey, you know darn well what you got down there!" he broke in.
Suddenly her pride rose to meet the occasion. "What makes you think I'm scared to say it?" she replied, "You got your fingers on my pussy, that's what!”
Her words made him shiver with pleasure and he felt his penis throb inside his shorts.
"My p-u-s-s-y, pussy, pussy, pussy!" she exclaimed, spelling the word and overcoming her shyness with a flourish.
"And you really dig having me play with it, too, don't you?" he went on, his voice shaking from desire. "You really dig it, don't you, you sexy little bitch!”
"Sure I do," she retorted, bolder now that the ice was broken. "Why not? I've had a few boys do it to me before. You're the oldest one I've ever let in my panties, but not the only one.”
She was lying again but she felt she had to impress him.
"Ha ha!" he chortled. "You don't even have any damned panties on, Karen.”
Now that she was opening up and talking nasty to him, he felt friendly to her, in addition to feeling excited by her as before.
"Well," she demurred, "you know what I mean, silly. That's what girls say sometimes instead of coming right out and saying a gay fucked them.”
His fingers reached their destination and he at last bestowed a direct touch to the moist, tender flesh of her naked organs.
"Ummmmmm," she sighed, "oh… oh that's groovy.”
He took her hand and placed it on the outside of his shorts over the hard end of his protruding penis.
"Then how about giving me a little action too?" he suggested, his fingers slipping deeper inside her moist slit. "Or don't you know how to do that?”
"Sure I do," she said. "I was already thinking about grabbing your cock and jacking you off even before you asked me.”
This time she wasn't lying. She knew how from watching Jerri do it to him a few nights before, and the idea of putting her hands on his naked penis and seeing just what it felt like had been deeply imbedded in her brain ever since.
She wormed her way this way and that but she didn't understand the way a man's fly is designed and couldn't quite accomplish the thing she wanted. Finally he felt her pulling hard on the leg band of one side and raised his pelvis so she could have her way. She immediately stripped them down his thighs and slapped her hand around his stiff shaft.
"Now I got it," she muttered. "You'll find out now if I know how to jack you off or not.”
He felt her hand start moving up and down in a steady, slow rhythm and acknowledged that she knew what she was talking about.
"No complaints," he told her. "Keep it up like that and you're going to get some awful nice pussy-finger from me.”
He was used to bigger girls masturbating him, of course. But he found to his surprise that there was something highly erotic in having the smaller, softer fingers of a thirteen-year-old on the hard sides of his member. He slipped his finger into her vagina as far as the second joint and gingerly massaged the wet little tunnel for her as she continued to masturbate him. The young teenager was making him feel very hot and he was determined to produce excitement of equal intensity in her warm, moist sex.
"Ummmmm," she moaned softly, responding to his caress.
Kathie was avidly listening to every sound and watching every move she could make out. The room was far from being totally dark, so she saw plenty.
Heck, she thought to herself, they're doing so much stuff to each other now they won't notice if I move around some in my bed. It makes my cunny so juicy to see what they're doing that I have to reach down and give it a few frigs even if they do catch me at it!
The ten-year-old lowered her hand and entered the warm, silky confines of her panties. Although Karen wasn't wearing either panties or her ever-present brassiere on this particular night, Kathie wore a pair of her regular panties. She had become so warm between her young thighs that she heartily approved of how her older sister had left hers off.
Hmmmm, she thought to herself, I wonder if Karen knew Rodney might do something like this to her tonight? If she did, it's no wonder she left her panties and bra off and stayed naked under her nightie. I'm wet as heck just from spying on them-with his fingers in there, she must be steaming up her cunny something awful!
The youngster raised herself from her pillow to see better what was going on in Karen's bed and let her fingers find her genitals. With a thumb and forefinger, she toyed with the delicate folds of her tiny, undeveloped vulva and felt it warm to her touch and become soft and pliable. Soon she was able to work three fingers into the vestibule of the damp little orifice. "Oh, wow," she whispered quietly to herself, "that's yummy. It's hot as it can be. Maybe I can even make myself come like grown-ups do all the time.”
As Rodney and Karen moved around on their bed and exposed more and more of their nakedness to the precocious little girl, she concentrated more loving attention to her moist slit Then it hit her. "Hey, my cunny is juicy," she whispered to herself. "It's all slick and damp like Karen's was the time she let me watch her play with herself. And she said all girls' cunnies get that way when they're old enough. Wow, that means I'm getting grown up faster!”
If Karen and Rodney were not so occupied with other things they would have undoubtedly overheard Kathie's excited whispering, but such notice was far beyond them. They were lying close together with their hands still eagerly massaging each other's organ. He had her nightie all the way up to her waist and had already kicked his under-shorts to his ankles.
"Come on, sweetie, there's no use pretending this damned thing is covering you up anymore," he said. "And there's no use wearing it if it's not doing its job. Here, lemme get it off over your head… there, that's the way, raise your arms… Jesus, what sweet little knockers you got. You're giving me such a good hand job I hate to have you raise your arms to get rid of your gown-but the eyeful of your boobs I'm getting out of the deal makes it well worthwhile.”