” I replied with a short laugh.
She reached down and grabbed a spare rag and started to wash the top of the car.
I watched her as she washed the roof of the car, her swimmers were tightly pressed into her crotch and I couldn’t help but wonder what she’d look like totally naked.
I began washing the other side of the roof from her and we chatted about this and that as we worked on the car.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked wiping the last of the soapy water from the roof.
“Yes, but we had a fight last night and I dumped him.” She said.
“What did you fight about?” I asked.
“Mum and dad were out at the movies last night and he thought he could fuck me while they were away.” She answered.
I was a little surprised at the word “Fuck” coming from this sweet girl’s mouth.
“And what happened?” I asked.
“He shoved his hand down inside my panties and grabbed me down there.” She replied, pausing for a few seconds as if remembering what had transpired last night.
“And?” I said, prompting her.
“I didn’t want him to be the first one, so I grabbed his hand out of my panties and told him to fuck off out of the house or I’d say he raped me.” She replied giggling.
“Oh, okay and he left.” I again prompted.
“He sure did, he couldn’t leave quick enough.” She laughed.
 I looked at her and was remembering what she’d just said…she didn’t want him to be the first one.
“Are you still a virgin?” I asked.
She surprised me by flushing with embarrassment.
“Yes.” She replied looking away from me.
“There’s no shame in admitting that you’re still a virgin.” I told her trying to ease her embarrassment a little.
She looked up at me and smiled.
She then put her rag into the bucket of water and washed it out and then bent over and started to wash the lower part of the passenger side door.
I came around to the side of the car she was on and bent down to wash out my own rag.
As I rinsed out my rag, I glanced upwards and saw the cutest thing.
There, barely a couple of inches away from my face was her backside.
She was bent over as she washed the bottom of the door and I could clearly see the outline of her cunt through her swimmers.
I felt my cock start to respond to the visual delight in front of me.
From one side of her swimmers poked a couple of her pubes, they were blonde, proving she was a natural blonde.
What I’d have given right then, to have her totally naked.
My cock was fully erect by this time, tenting the front of my shorts away from my crotch.
I’d not bothered in wearing any underpants this morning, as I’d planned on washing my car and then having a shower, then I would of gotten dressed.
She finished washing the bottom of the door and before I could hide my erection, turned back towards the bucket to re-wash her rag.
I saw her eyes pop open in surprise when she saw that I had an erection.
I didn’t bother to hide the fact that I had an erection; instead I stood up in front of her and began washing the rear door as if nothing was amiss.
She bent over and began to rinse her rag out, but I could feel her eyes on my crotch.
Because she’d not screamed out “Dirty old man” I took that as a good sign.
This time, she starting washing the front side of the car, but she was now facing me and I knew full well that she was checking out my erection.
I could see her from the corner of my eye as I pretended to work on the car.
She’d wash part of the car, and then her eyes would again fasten on my crotch for a few seconds.
This went of for a few minutes, each pretending to be totally absorbed in washing the car.
Finally there was no part of that side of the car that had not been washed, so I picked up the bucket and moved it to the other side of the car.
She followed me around to the other side of the car and we both bent down at the same time to rinse our rags.
She smiled nervously at me as we looked into each other’s faces.
“I see you here with lots of different women coming over.” She finally managed to say.
That’s right.” I agreed with her.
I was proud of the fact that I had no trouble at all of picking women up to date.
They never stayed long as I tended to dump them after I’d fucked them as I grew bored with them quickly.
“Were any of them virgins?” she asked after a few seconds of silence.
“No…I’ve never fucked a virgin.” I answered her honestly.
If she was surprised that I’d said the word “fuck” she didn’t show it.
“Oh.” She replied sounding a little disappointed.
Why she’d be disappointed, I didn’t have a clue.
She stood up from the bucket and turned away from me and started to wash the front side of the car.
I stared at her body as she worked.
She had long legs, a trim body and as I’d already noticed a very cute little arse on her.
I pretended to be washing the rear door behind her, but my full attention was on the gap between her thighs.
I couldn’t get the picture of her clearly outlined cunt pressing against her swimmers out of my mind.
My cock twitched inside my shorts, wanting release.
She bent over to get the bottom of the car that she was working on and again I saw her outlined cunt pressing against her swimmers.
She started moving back towards me slowly as she scrubbed away at the tough dirt of the lower part of the bodywork.
I stood up, preparing to move away so that she could work further along the car, but then stopped myself from moving; instead I stood there facing her cute backside, my cock now pointing directly towards her approaching arse.
I watched as she continued to slowly work backwards towards where I was standing.
Our bodies were now barely 6 inches apart from each other.
I debated with myself as to whether or not I should do what I was about to do.
Finally, I decided that I’d go through with my plan and stood my ground.
I watched with interest as she inched back towards me.
Now there was about an inch of space between her cute arse and my stiff cock tenting my shorts.
She took another step backwards towards me and I felt her cute arse bump against my stiff cock.
“Oh…sorry.” She exclaimed as soon as our two bodies collided with each other.
She turned around and saw what she’d bumped into.
Her face went bright red with embarrassment when she saw that she’d bumped straight into my cock.
“That’s okay, my pleasure, believe me.” I answered with a grin on my face.
I pretended to continue washing the car and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her once again checking out the size of my cock which was tenting my shorts in front of her.
She was pretending to wash her rag in the bucket as she checked me out.
“What’s the youngest age woman have you been with?” she suddenly blurted out.
“Oh, I’d say around your age.” I replied lying to her.
“Really?” she replied with interest in her tone instead of the disgust that I’d haft expected.
“Yes, maybe she might have been a couple of years older than you, or even younger, to be truthful, I never asked her age.” I continued, again lying.
“Why?” she asked.
“Well…if I asked her age and she told me that she was underage and I had sex with her afterwards, I could go to Jail for knowingly having sex with an underage girl, but, if I don’t know her age, then I could always plead ignorance.” I replied with a laugh.
“Oh.” She replied with a giggle.
It looked as though she’d accepted my lies.
We finished washing the car, all the time we’d been checking each other’s bodies out.
I’d not bothered to hide the fact that I was checking out her body anymore.
I felt that she was secretly pleased that I was perving on her.
After putting away the bucket and rags, I asked her if she’d like a drink.
“Yes please, that’d be nice.” She replied.
So I walked into the house to get us both a drink and when I turned around from the fridge, I found that she’d followed me into the house.
“Here you go.” I said, handing her a drink.
“Thanks.” She replied taking a sip from her can.
“Won’t your parents get upset about you coming into my house dressed just in swimmers?” I asked looking down at her standing there before me.
“They’re not home to know what I’m up too.” She replied with a cheeky grin.
“That’s good. I’d hate for you to get into any trouble.” I told her with a grin on my own face.
I sat down on the lounge and she sat down beside me.
We sat there for a few moments silently drinking our drinks, before she said, “What’s having sex for the very first time like?”
“Depending on who your lover is, it can be either painful or enjoyable.” I answered.
“What do you mean?” she asked clearly confused by my answer.
“Well…say that you had sex with your ex-boyfriend last night, I bet it would have been quite painful for you, because like all boys his age, all he’s interested in, is his own pleasure and most likely, he’d have shoved his cock inside you without any sort of foreplay at all.” I told her.
“But…if you were to have sex with someone older and wiser, he’d know to give you plenty of foreplay first, so that when you actually did have sex, it wouldn’t be quite so painful.” I added.
“What’s foreplay?” she asked looking directly at me.
“Foreplay is where the man goes down on your cunt and teases your clitoris with his mouth and tongue.” I told her bluntly.
“Really?” she asked sounding quite surprised.
“Yes.” I replied.
“Oh.” She said, and then added, “What’s a clitoris?”
I thought for sure she was having me on about not knowing what a clitoris was.
But I decided to go along with her.
“It’s a small bump just above your cunt, and it’s very sensitive.” I told her.
“Oh yes. I know about that, but I didn’t know it was called a clitoris.” She said.
We sat there for another minute or two before she once again spoke.
“Do you like putting your mouth down there?” she said indicating her cunt.
“Sure do. I love it.” I replied with a big smile on my face.
“My boyfriend, or should I say, my ex-boyfriend wanted me to put my mouth over his cock.” She said with a giggle.
“There’s nothing wrong with that, all men love having a female give them a headjob.” I told her.
“Yes, that’s what he called it.” She said.
After another minute she said, “He wasn’t as big as you are.” She said casting her eyes towards the floor.
I knew what she was taking about, but I wanted her to say “my cock”.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Your cock is way bigger than his is.” She said giggling behind her hand.
“That’s the difference between a man and a boy.” I replied laughing.
I knew things were heading in a direction that I should steer well clear of.
She half turned on the lounge until she was now facing me with one leg up on the cushion of the lounge.
Because her other foot was still planted firmly on the floor, her swimmers were now pulled tightly into her crotch, once more clearly out-lining her young cunt through the sheer material of her swimmers.
My cock twitched inside my shorts, wanting release.
I had trouble keeping my eyes away from her crotch and she knew it too.
I’m not sure if she realized just how close she was to getting herself raped by me.
A man can only stand so much cock teasing.
“Do you have a girlfriend now?” she asked looking towards my tented cock inside my shorts.
I had many girlfriends, but right now, all I could think about was getting into this young girl’s pants.
“I don’t have any right now.” I replied.
“Oh.” She replied.
I decided to try something.
“So…tell me, who is going to be your next boyfriend?” I asked placing one hand on her bare knee, in what I hoped she took to be a friendly manner.
“Mmm…I don’t know.” She answered, but I was pleased to see that she didn’t move her knee away from my hand.
Step one of my plan was working.
Feeling her young, warm flesh under my fingers sent a thrill racing through me.
“I’m quite sure someone as pretty as you, will have no trouble at all of finding another boyfriend easily.” I said slowly rubbing my fingers across her knee.
“You think so?” she asked, clearly pleased that I thought she was pretty.
“I know so.” I answered, giving her knee a light squeeze.
“I hope he’s as nice as you.” She replied with a giggle.
“Why thank you, beautiful lady.” I replied, running my fingertips halfway up her bare leg, stopping well short of her crotch.
“Hehe…that tickles.” She giggled.
“Does it?” I asked, again running my fingertips up and down her bare flesh.
“Yes.” She giggled again, but making no attempt whatsoever to move her leg away from my fingers.
“Step two of my plan is working” I thought to myself.
I knew that I was crossing the line between being just friendly and being outwardly evil in my attentions to this young girl.
“Can I ask you something?” I said looking at her.
“Sure.” She replied.
“Would it be too forward of me to ask you for a cuddle?” I asked, moving towards step three.
She looked at me for maybe 30 seconds before answering.
“That should be alright.” She said.
I reached out with both arms and waited for her to come to me.
She did, less than 5 seconds later.
I held her close to my body and was pleased to note that she’d placed one of her hands on my bare leg, barely 3-4 inches away from my straining cock inside my shorts.
As we cuddled, I could smell the conditioner that she’d washed her hair in as I leaned forward and lightly kissed her on top of the head.
I placed one arm around her slim young body and loved the feel of her small body next to mine.
She’d also placed one arm around my body and I could feel her warm fingers on my bare back.
We sat like that for a minute or two before she moved herself slightly away from me, but I noticed that she’d kept her hand resting on my leg.
I placed my right hand on her leg and lightly tickled her.
“That tickles.” She said giggling.
“I know.” I answered, again tickling her leg, this time a little closer towards her crotch.
“I’ll tickle you.” She said laughing as she started to tickle my leg.
“Oh, yeah?” I replied as I again tickled her thigh, barely an inch away from her crotch.
If she noticed that I was getting closer to her crotch, she didn’t let on, so I took that as permission to go to step four.
She again tickled my leg, so I moved my fingers slightly higher on her thigh and tickled her right on the groin, between her vagina and her thigh.
Again, she gave no outwardly notice that she knew I’d just touched her cunt, no matter how briefly.
She was laughing and giggling the whole time, so I again tickled her groin, this time, also touching her outer lips as I did so.
As she attempted to again tickle me, I felt the back of her hand lightly brush up against the stiff head of my cock still very much tenting my shorts.
Step five had arrived.
It was make or break time.
Either she was going to continue our little sex game or she was going to run off home.
This time as I tickled her, I tickled the small groove between the outer lips of her cunt and then cupped her cunt in my hand completely.
There was no mistaking where I now had my fingers and I waited with my breath held to see what she’d do.
She stopped immediately and stared up at me.
She then looked down at where I still had my hand cupping her cunt, before once again looking back up at me.
“You won’t hurt me, will you?” she asked in a slightly nervous tone of voice.
I could feel the heat coming through her swimmers onto my cupped hand around her young cunt.
“I’d never hurt you, sweetheart.” I replied, leaning forward and gently kissing her on the lips, all the while, keeping my hand firmly planted around her cunt.
“Good.” She replied.
“This little game of ours can be stopped anytime you want it too.” I told her, lightly caressing her outer lips through her swimmers with my fingertips.
“Okay.” She answered, not sounding so nervous anymore.
I reached forward and gently picked up the hand she had on my leg and placed it directly on top of my shorts where my erection was.
She made no attempt to remove her hand, instead giving the head of my cock a squeeze through my shorts.
She giggled.
“Would you like to see it” I asked after she’d spent a couple of minutes squeezing my cock through my shorts.
“Yes please.” She replied, not taking her eyes away from the bulge inside my shorts.
I removed my hand from around her crotch and stood up from the lounge.
Then with her watching keenly, I slipped my shorts down, completely exposing myself to her.
“Oh, wow.” She said, seeing my cock for the first time.
I stepped out of my shorts and sat back down next to her.
“What about you?” I asked.
“What about me?” she asked, mystified for a minute as to what I was asking.
“Do you want to show me your cunt?” I answered bluntly.
“Oh…okay, I suppose that’ll be okay.” She answered
 She stood up from the lounge and I watched as she peeled her swimmers off her shoulders and then slowly she revealed her small breasts, her tiny nipples were pointing straight at me.
Then she rolled the swimmers all the way down to her feet and kicked them away to the side, leaving her totally naked to my greedy eyes.
She held her hands in front of her crotch, still slightly embarrassed about being totally naked in from of any male, let alone an adult such as me.
“Come here.” I said softly to her as I held out my hand for her to take.
She reached forward and took my hand in hers.
I gently pulled her towards me and stood her about 3 inches away from where I was sitting.
She finally got up enough nerve to remove her hand from in front of her cunt.
She has pubes as I’d already known, but there were not many there, and what was there, barely covered her slit.
“Beautiful.” I said to her, staring at her naked body standing before me.
She blushed, though I could tell she was pleased to be called beautiful.
“Thank you.” She replied.
I reached around and cupped both cheeks of her cute arse in my hands and leaned forward and lightly kissed her erect nipples.
She giggled but didn’t try to pull away from my grasp.
I sucked her nipple inside my mouth and ran my tongue all around it, then did the same to her other nipple.
While I was sucking on her nipples, I was also gently massaging my fingers into the soft warm flesh of her arse.
I worked the fingers of my right hand further around her backside until I could feel her tiny anus beneath my fingers.
I gently teased her anus with my finger, causing her to moan softly in pleasure and also there was a bit of fear mixed in with it.
She wasn’t too sure what was about to happen to her.
I then slipped my finger down from her anus and felt the wetness beneath it.
She was quite wet I noticed as I slowly ran my finger just inside her outer lips.
I leaned forward and kissed her belly button, causing her to shiver a little.
Then, I ran the tip of my tongue downwards until I reached the spot where I knew her clitoris to be.
As soon as my tongue began teasing her clitoris, it brought forth louder groans of pleasure from this very young girl.
I could smell her juices, but as yet had not tasted them.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, taking my tongue away from her clitoris and looking up at her.
She looked at me for a few seconds before answering.
“Yes, I trust you.” She said with a nervous smile on her face.
I knew full well, that as yet, she didn’t trust me fully, not with us both totally naked in my house.
“Good.” I replied and not giving her a chance to change her mind, I stood up before her and bent down and picked her up in my arms.
As I carried her towards my bedroom, I remember thinking to myself that she felt wonderful and light in my arms.
I laid her down on top of my bed and lay down beside her.
“Can I please have a kiss/” I asked her, not wanting to rush things.
As this was her first time with a man, I wanted it to be as gentle as it could possibly be.
She rolled over towards me and kissed me on the lips quickly and clumsily.
I then leaned forward and kissed her lips, slowly at first, getting her used to having a man’s lips on hers.
Then after a couple of minutes, I gently, but firmly inserted the tip of my tongue just inside her mouth.
Then I withdrew it from her mouth.
I did this a couple of times and after that, she got the idea and poked the tip of her tongue just inside my mouth.
I gently sucked on the tip of her tongue before releasing it.
She giggled because all of this was new to her.
I then lightly kissed her on the left side of the neck, making dam sure I left no love bites on her skin.
I didn’t want to leave any visible evidence on her neck or body.
Then I began to work my lips down her body, gently kissing and sucking at her nipples before slowly working my way down her body.
Once I neared her cunt, I felt her body start to stiffen a little, so I stopped just short of her cunt and ran the tip of my tongue down one side of her inner thigh, working my way down towards her feet before kissing her toes and then, worked my way back up her other inner thigh.
By the time I’d gotten close to her cunt again, she’d relaxed quite a bit as she’d started running her fingers through my hair.
This time, I once again started to tease her clitoris, bringing forth low groans of pleasure from her.
She also started to spread her thighs apart for me and I lightly run the tip of my tongue from her clitoris downwards between her outer lips.
I felt her small hands grip my hair tightly in her fists as I tongue fucked her.
She was now pushing her hips downwards against my face, wanting my invading tongue to probe even deeper than it already was.
I was only too willing to oblige her.
I shoved my thick hot tongue as far inside her as it’d go.
She was moaning quite loudly by this time and was rubbing her cunt hard against my face.
Suddenly, she screamed as she orgasmed against my tongue.
I felt a hot splash floor my mouth as her juices flowed over my tongue and I greedily drank as much of her juices as I could.
Finally, she lay there in a limp state as she rode the last bits of her orgasm to its ending.
“Oh, wow. That was fantastic.” She said with a big grin on her face.
I grinned up at her from between her thighs.
“I’m glad you liked.” I said, licking at the sides of my mouth to make sure I got all of her juices.
“Oh, believe me. I liked it alright.” She smiled happily.
I moved myself back up the bed till I lay beside her.
My cock was aching for release, but I wasn’t about to rush into things just yet.
To my surprise, she reached over and grabbed the shaft of my cock in her small fist and lightly stroked me off.
“This is too big to ever fit inside me.” She said glazing at the thickness of my cock in her fist.
“You’d be surprised at what size cock a woman can take inside her cunt, sweetheart.” I replied.
 “Really, you think that could fit inside me?” she asked, not quite believing me.
“It sure could, darl.” I replied.
“Won’t it hurt though?” she asked.
“First time for any woman is nearly always a bit painful as your hymen has to be broken before my cock could go inside you.” I told her truthfully.
“How much pain?” she asked a bit fearfully.
“That all depends, sweetheart. With some ladies, it could be quite a bit, and with other’s, they say it hardly hurt at all.” I informed her.
“Is there any way you can make the pain a little less painful?” she asked again, clearly not liking the idea of the pain that may be forth coming.
“Well, maybe” I replied.
“How?” she asked.
“If you were a little bit drunk, then it wouldn’t hurt so much.” I said, not too keen on the idea of getting this young girl drunk.
“Oh…okay.” She replied doubtfully.
She was still rubbing her small fist up and down the sides of my cock.
“We don’t have to have sex until you’re completely ready to do so.” I told her, hating the idea even as I said it.
“You’d do that for me?” she asked, surprised.
“Yes sweetheart. I would.” I replied.
“Oh wow, you’re totally different from my ex-boyfriend, if he had me naked with him, he’d have tried to put it inside me by now.” She said.
“Believe me, darl. I’d like nothing better than to have my cock inside your cunt by now, but I promised you, I wouldn’t hurt you and as you’ll find, I’m a man of my word.” I informed her.
“Would you think it was bad of me if I said I didn’t want to have sex right now?” she asked, unsure of what my reply would be.
With sinking heart, I answered. “No darl, that’d be quite alright by me.”
“Thank you so much.” She replied, leaning over and shoving her tongue inside my mouth and kissing me.
I grabbed her and rolled her on top of me, my cock was now trapped between our bodies.
As I ran my hands all over her back and backside, my cock twitched against her stomach.
“Would it be alright if I can get some release from my sexual buildup?” I asked, badly needing some form of release.
“Sure…how?” she asked.
“What about if you were to put my cock inside your mouth for a minute or two?” I asked hopefully.
She thought about it for maybe 20 seconds before nodding her head.
“Okay.” She replied.
She moved her body downwards until her face was level with my rock hard cock.
“Tell me if I’m doing it wrong, okay?” she said before opening her mouth and placing it over the top of my cock.
The warmth and wetness of her mouth nearly made me cum there and then.
“Okay…Just suck on it like you would an ice block.” I told her as I watched her small mouth begin working on my cock.
True, she was inexperienced, but she was also a fast learner.
After a minute or two she stopped sucking me and said, “What does a man’s stuff taste like?”
“The women tell me, it’s a little bit salty but other than that they don’t mind the taste.” I answered, hoping she’d let me cum inside her mouth.
“Oh…okay.” She answered, and then went back to sucking me off.
Watching this very young girl’s mouth sucking on my cock was something that I never thought would ever happen to me.
I’d had a couple of young one’s in the pass, but never this young.
I felt cum starting to stirring in my balls and thought I’d do the right thing and warn her.
“Sweetheart, you’d better watch out, I’m nearly ready to cum.” I informed her.
But to my pleasant surprise, she didn’t take her mouth away from my cock but instead kept on sucking me off.
That was all I needed.
I shot warm cum deep inside her throat, causing her to gag a little as I did so.
She took her mouth away from my cock before the 2nd and 3rd rope of cum shot out, landing in her hair and on her face.
She giggled as she felt cum dripping down her face.
“That didn’t taste all that bad.” She said, leaning forward and sucking the last few drops from my cock.
“Sweetheart, you sure are one wonderful surprise.” I told her, bringing her up towards me and kissing her on the lips.
She looked towards the bedside clock and yelped.
“Christ, mum will be home in 10 minutes, I’d better have a shower and get going.” She said, quickly moving towards my bathroom.
I joined her under the shower and help her get cum from her hair.
I sat on the side of the bed as she quickly got dressed back in her swimmers.
“Will we get a chance to play around again?” I asked hopefully.
“You bet.” She replied with a big grin.
She looked at the clock again and said, “bye and thank you so much for being so understanding.”
She kissed me, slipping her tongue right inside my mouth this time.
I quickly sucked on it before letting her go.
“Bye” she said walking out the front door to make a mad dash home before her mother arrived.
I was watching her standing in her yard, bouncing a ball as her mother drove up a couple of minutes later.
Her mother got out of the car and spoke to her and then kissed her.
I wondered what her mother would say if she knew her young daughter had just given me a headjob, only minutes before hand and laughed at the though before going to lie on the bed and think about what hopefully, tomorrow would bring.
To be continued

 

body, giving me freedom to touch myself all over and to eventually masturbate. After breakfast, I headed into the shower, feeling somewhat aroused by the water cascading down my body and me washing myself but managed to resist the urge to masturbate. I wanted to get to the beach and then that afternoon I'd planned to go to the cinema and watch a film.

I put my bikini in my beach bag with a towel, slipped on a sarong and got into my car to head off to the beach. I hadn't  decided which beach to go to but passed my usual haunts, feeling a bit daring, I pulled up at the nude beach, reached onto the back seat and grabbed my bag, opening it to look for my bikini. What was I thinking about, I was at the nude beach, I wasn't going to need anything to wear. My heart was pounding with excitement, this was a first for me as I locked the car and headed down the sandy path to the beach.

The further down the path I walked, the wider it became, until I found myself on the beach, being the middle of the week, it was fairly quiet, just a sprinkling of people here and there, a good day for me to begin bearing my entire body for the world to see. Most people said that I had a nice body and as I swam a fair bit and went a run most days, I'd say that I was in good shape, a flat stomach, nice legs I thought, my breasts could have been bigger but then they wouldn't hold their rounded shape as well as they do, my stomach was flat, which moves down to a cleanly shaved pussy, something I'd been shaving even since my pubes began to grow.

I found a spot within twenty metres of the sea, taking my towel out of my bag, lying it neatly on the sand, before kneeling on it, looking around nervously to see if anybody was watching me. I took in a deep breath and took off my sarong, putting it in my bag, leaving me naked for all to see as I sat down looking out to sea. I squirted a streak of sun tan lotion down each leg, rubbing it slowly all over each leg, from my toes right up to my thighs. Holding out the fingers of my left hand, I squirted out some more lotion, this time rubbing it from my neck downwards, as I circled each breast, in a way similar to when I was about to masturbate, I noticed that my nipples were fully hardened and as  I applied the lotion couldn't help letting out a pleasurable moan, my arousal making them very sensitive to the touch. More lotion was put on to my body, over my stomach and finally over my pubic mound and pussy, I wasn't that surprised to find that my clit was hard and pussy soaked by my excitement.

I lay down and tried to relax, trying to ignore how turned on I was but as the sun beat down on my naked flesh, it was virtually impossible to refuse giving my body the attention it was desiring. In an act of desperation I decided to go for a swim in the sea, so, standing up I walked down towards the calm azure blue waters of the Indian Ocean, until step by step I moved into the sea, with every stride forward the water became deeper, cooling my warm body. As the water rose to a level just below my pussy, I dived forward, immersing myself completely before jumping up five metres further into the ocean, so able to stand neck deep in water. As I stood cooling down, I noticed there were more people on the beach, all naked, seemingly unaware of their public nudity or anybody else and realised that I was as anonymous as they were, so decided to return to the sand and go for a walk to dry off.

Standing on the shoreline, letting the water drain off my body, I felt so alive and was growing in confidence, so turned and began walking slowly along the waters edge, making an effort not to look too obvious as I eyed the naked bodies lying on the sand. It wasn't as though they were all gorgeous, the guys had a certain appeal as I looked at their flaccid cocks lying innocently in the warm sunshine but then I became aware that I was seeing some of the females in a new light, almost as though I wanted to touch them sexually, my god, what was wrong with me. I walked for about thirty minutes before making an about turn, to head back to my towel and to sunbathe.

Finally I arrived back at my towel, which was now surrounded by other nude sun worshipers but by now, I didn't care as I lay down on my back and closed my eyes, allowing the sun to cares my body. It wasn't long before I'd totally relaxed, almost forgetting where I was, my nipples soon sprung to life again as my thoughts wondered what it would be like to touch another girl or to be touched by one. My pussy started to moisten as I started to lose myself in my fantasy, of being kissed passionately, being kissed and licked slowly down my body, my breasts being sucked, nipples licked, bitten and pulled, all by another woman. By now, my mind was a blur, my body aroused to its limits, mouth open as my tongue licked my lips seductively, my legs opening as my feet drew closer to my bum and the fingers of my left hand creeping slowly from the towel by my body, up onto my stomach towards my aching vagina.

I was now on auto pilot as my right hand started to caress my breasts, gently as first, teasing my nipples with the tips of my fingers and thumb but as the sensitivity of my nipples intensified, my action turned to pinching and pulling. My left hand was tracing circles on my mound, working slowly towards my pussy lips, waiting for my legs to open fully and allow better access. Once on my lips, my fingers could move effortlessly up and down them because by then they were well lubricated from my growing arousal. It wasn't long before two fingers had prised apart my swollen lips, starting their journey deep inside my pussy and to find an intoxicating rhythm in and out in long slow strokes. My breathing soon became more and more erratic as my hips began to buck against my hand, I was close to the point of no return, biting my lip to control my moans but then my fingers began working my clit, I was ready to explode. I could feel my pussy contracting hard as my orgasm neared, opening my eyes, seeing the blue sky above me, the reality of what I was doing and where I was, suddenly hit me but it was too late. My body froze, I was unable to breath, this was it! In a sudden release my orgasm hit, hips thrusting high off the towel, unable to contain my moans, I let out a long satisfied audible groan of pleasure as a second and third wave of climax left my body, until finally I started to relax.

I felt very self conscious all of a sudden but thought I'd create even more attention to myself if I was to get up and leave immediately, so tried to relax an enjoy this opportunity to soak up the sun. I lay there for about thirty minutes before having one final dip in the sea and walking naked to the car, once there I put on my sarong and headed home.

Once I arrived back home, I rang the cinema to check on the availability of a gold class seat (seats where you can put up your feet and have a drink before hand in the gold class lounge), had a bit of lunch and a quick shower. What should I wear, I thought as I entered my room? I picked out my white dress, which had a multicoloured paint splattered pattern on it, fastened with press studs up the front and came down to a point just above my knees. I rarely wear a bra, so didn't even consider picking one out but wearing a white dress, it meant that either my undies had to be small and light coloured or I should consider not wearing any. Eventually, I decided on a white thong, which tied nicely on my hips with little bows. I was ready to head off to watch the film.

I arrived at the cinema with thirty minutes to spare before the film was scheduled to start, so, after buying my ticket, headed up to the gold class lounge to have a drink and maybe get something to eat. People were sitting in little groups chatting amongst themselves and once I'd got a cup off coffee and a chocolate bar, I found a seat and table where I could relax and read a gossip magazine which I'd picked up on the way in. A few minutes passed, with me becoming engrossed by and article about some soap star, when I heard a voice say,
    "Were you at the beach this morning?"
Standing in front of me was a gorgeous blonde girl, I'd say, in her early twenties, piercing blue eyes, a little shorter than me, maybe 5'4, in an extremely short skirt, showing off her tanned shapely legs and a tight top, clinging to every luscious curve of her breasts, which I'd noticed were bra free.

Before I could answer, the cheeks of my face started to burn with embarrassment and I stammered out a reply,
    "Yes I was!"
She blurted out in excitement,
    "Oh wow! I thought it was you but wasn't sure, you looked drop dead gorgeous on the beach, not that you don't look as good now, god you do. Do you mind if I sit down, I'm here by myself and it looks like you are too. I'm Melissa by the way."
I smiled and gestured for her to sit down, trying not to die from embarrassment. She was so bubbly, it was     impossible not to like her and yes, I'd say I fancied her straight away.
    "Was it your first time on a nude beach today?" She asked.
    "Yes it was, how did you guess? My name's Joanna by the way."
    "Well, when I got to the beach, I saw you in the water, it looked as though you were trying to hide but then when you were walking, you looked like you relaxed. But then when you lay down, it was like you were very aware of your nudity and couldn't stop being excited."
I was going more red by the second, realising that she had been watching me but I was also very excited knowing that she'd noticed me and had said I was gorgeous, it didn't deter me that we were both the same sex, in fact, it excited me more.
    "How long were you watching me for", I asked nervously.
Giggling, she replied,
    "Oh, all the time, you looked so pretty and I liked that you'd got so turned on and played with yourself, it was incredibly erotic!"
    "Oh my god! I cannot believe you saw me, I can't believe I actually did that but you know, wow, was I horny or what!"
Melissa was laughing as I talked to her about the beach and what happened, I hadn't for one second even considered what her sexual preference might be or dared to tell her what I was thinking about as I'd masturbated on the beach.
    "Hey! What seat are you in Joanna?"
I looked down at my ticket.
    "Fifty seven C!"
    "No way! I'm in fifty seven D. How cool is that, it must be fate or  something, first seeing you this morning, now here and even in the seat next to you. COOL!"

Melissa's enthusiasm was infectious, I don't think we stopped talking, even as we walked side by side into the cinema we were chatting away, right up until the screen curtain drew away from the screen, when we agreed to see each other after the film. I was so happy as I kicked off my sandals and settled back to watch the film but never really got interested in watching the film and began thinking how good it was to have met this girl. Then I started to wonder, why she thought I had looked drop dead gorgeous on the beach, why she thought I looked so erotic as I masturbated, did she actually FANCY me and why didn't I hate the thought of that. In fact, I paused in my thoughts, my nipples are rock hard and oh my god, I was turned on, my thong was definitely wet. I casually looked at her, silhouetted in the dimly lit theatre, reflected colours from the film dancing over her sweet face, glancing lower, I couldn't help smiling, noticing her nipples, now obvious through her top, her skirt had ridden up as she sat cross legged, revealing her undies to my view.

I decided to look elsewhere, looking at Melissa was only turning me on more and was finding it hard to resist the temptation yearning for satisfaction between my thighs. In the seat immediately to my right was a guy, who given the light I thought was maybe, fifteen or sixteen, obviously there with his girlfriend as they were holding hands. This is no good, I thought, I must watch this film and get my mind off sex. For the next fifteen or twenty minutes I managed to start concentrating on the film and was actually feeling pretty normal again.

Hearing shuffling from the seat to my right, I turned slowly to see what was going on. The guys girlfriend was now sitting on his lap, legs curled up as if he was part of the chair and were locked together kissing passionately. Seeing them together inflamed my desires once more, his hand up under her top, obviously caressing her breasts, my own nipples now hard again, my pussy becoming wet again as I saw that her skirt was hitched up, revealing all of her legs and tiny knickers. I was transfixed as I watched their passion develop, seeing her hand disappear between her body and his, oh my god, she was undoing his shorts and the hand that had been working her breasts was now pushing her knickers down her thighs, past her knees, allowing her to kick them on the floor.

I was fully aroused after seeing that, a deep tingling sensation in the depths of my pussy and was almost unaware that I'd undone the bottom half of my dress, my legs parted slightly as fingers massaged my pussy through the fabric of my thong. Seeing the couple to my right was the catalyst sparking me to want to satisfy myself but as in the morning my thoughts were now of something that before that day, had never entered my head, more specifically, they were of Melissa making love to me, our two bodies wrapped together grinding hard as we kissed. My eyes closed as my breathing became shallower, my fingers working my pussy with greater intensity, legs opening wider. Another stud on my dress popped open as I moved my hand upwards, searching for the waistband of my underwear, fingers and hand slipping under the fabric of my thong getting closer to my pussy lips, my heart pounding as my desire increased.

I was in my own little world, the thoughts of Melissa touching me, was driving me over the edge, my eyes were closed, mouth open, tongue writhing between my lips. I felt the top stud of my dress open and seconds later a second revealed more of my body to the world. I could feel a hand slip inside my dress, over my right breast, cupping my flesh tenderly. Fingers and thumb moved seductively to my hardened nipple before teasing gently, pinching, twisting, pulling, to the point where it added to my stimulation, sensitising my breasts to their maximum.

The fingers of my right hand were now deep inside my vagina, finding a steady long rhythm in and out, my breathing extremely erratic verging on moaning, the nails of my left hand digging into the chair as the pleasurable feelings grew inside me. It suddenly dawned on me, who's hand was on my breast, so, nervously opened my eyes. Looking right, towards the couple, thinking it may have been one of them, it was obvious that they too, only had eyes for what they were doing, the girl now straddling his body, moving on and off his cock. Turning my head left, Melissa smiled lovingly at me as her fingers worked harder on my nipple. I beamed a return smile but the knowledge that it was her caressing me sent me over the edge, as my pussy contracted, I let out a long groan as the first wave of orgasm hit, surge after surge followed, before my body could relax.

Melissa got up and moved to stand at the end of my chair, my heart pounding with excitement and anticipation, what was she going to do, oh my god is she going to kiss my, my mind was racing, I was so nervous. She was smiling at me, looking deep into my eyes as she reached forward to pull me further down in the chair, then standing up again, her hands disappeared behind her, seconds later, her skirt fell to the floor, her fingers pulling at the waistband of her panties, easing them over her hips, allowing them to slip effortlessly down her silky smooth sexy legs. Bending forward, she took hold of my dress and with a cheeky grin on her face, a swift tug from either of her hands opened my dress fully. Without hesitation, she reached for the bows of my thong, pulled at them, letting the fabric exposed my sodden pussy to her.

I was paralysed with nervous anticipation as she straddled my open legs, then sitting between them, her pussy millimetres from mine, her legs now wrapping around me easing our bodies together. I let out a gasp as our pussy's touched,  melting into each other, gripping her top, she lifted it over her head, leaving her nude on top of me. Her hands, lead by the seductive touch of her fingers, traced up my stomach, over my breasts, up to my shoulders, pushing my dress off and down my arms, her face, her lips, now only centimetres away from mine, I could feel her warm breath. She continued to move onto me, I felt my hard nipples pressing into her warm soft flesh and her nipples into mine. My hips, involuntarily, began to grind against her rhythmically. She paused as the lips of our mouths touched for the very first time, soft and moist as they pressed harder together, lips parting nervously, almost in hope but then as I pushed my tongue forward, hers was there to meet mine. We were kissing, the passion igniting like a raging inferno, our hips grinding together harder and faster with each passing moment. My fingers digging in to the flesh of her arse cheeks, pulling her as close to me as I could et her. My legs opened wider, which invited her onto me further, my hardened clit now caressing her and then as she shifted slightly, almost expertly her clit touched mine.

Still kissing, we moaned as our clitoris's sent our passions higher, I could feel my orgasm building as my vagina started to contract. Our kiss parted as our bodies froze, neither of us able to breath, I felt her push hard onto me, a sudden rush of moisture leaving her into me, my god, she was cuming but before I could gather my thoughts, my own body  climaxed in ecstatic orgasm, over and over, wave after wave of pleasure, wetness drenching the seat below us. We began to relax, offering each other little kisses, happy to cuddle the other for a  while.

After what seemed a lifetime, Melissa said,
    "We had better get dressed Joanna",
I merely smiled and nodded in agreement, pulling on my dress and fastening the studs, never taking my eyes off her, watching her dress. I picked up my thong and put it into my bag, giggling as the film credits scrolled up the screen and theatre lights switched on. Taking Melissa's hand we walked down the slope out of the cinema. The couple who had been sitting to my right past us, the girl looked at us and said,
    "Good film, wasn't it, you two looked to have enjoyed it as much as  we did!"
The four of us laughed, cuddling our respective partners while walking towards the exit.

As we reached my car we kissed passionately before, still cuddling, Melissa looked at me and said,
    "Do you want to follow me home, we have to get to know each other better, I want us to be lovers!"
What else could I said, I'd known her less than three hours, had the best sex and orgasms of my life so far and felt so at ease with her, I didn't want to let her go, so, it was off to Cottesloe for me.

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summer, I put together a flyer offering to babysit and sent it home with several of the students.

Bobby was one of those kids. He had thick black, curly hair and sparkling brown eyes. His favorite song was "The Wheels on the Bus." His favorite color was red. He wore a baseball cap every day. He could hardly color within the lines and he ran in a rolling lope like an adolescent puppy. When we went swimming, he was afraid to put his face under the water. He also developed a crush on one of the other assistant counselors, Carrie. He walked around with picture she colored and gave to him, saying "Carrie’s my gurl. Carrie’s my gurl."

Bobby’s parents called me and asked me to stay with him one evening. His family was terrific! As soon as I came into the house, Bobby came running to me, calling "Dido! Dido!" I was thrilled that he remembered me. My real name's Diane.

I learned that Bobby loved Nascar. I also learned that he was very small for his age. His mother told me he just had his fifteenth birthday! All along, I’d thought he was only about eleven. Mentally, he was quite a bit younger than that. But I wasn’t an expert on special ed. I was just trying to make a little extra money and I was hoping my summer experience would count for something.

I sat with him in front of The Bionic Man and colored in his Matchbox coloring book. He went in his room and brought out that colored page from summer and chanted, "Carrie’s my gurl."

"I know she is. You miss seeing Carrie?"

He nodded with his lip sticking out.

"Dido, potty."

"You have to go potty?"

He nodded.

"Well go ahead."

He ran off. I heard a door slam.

A few minutes later I heard, "Uh oh! Uh oh! Dido, uh oh!"

"Just a minute, Bobby."

I knocked on the door even though it was ajar, and I pushed it open.

He’d made a mess. He must have gotten into his mother’s mascara. When I came into the room, he pointed to a black smear on his leg. "Uh-oh."

"Bobby, you need to take a bath." I turned on the water. "Honey, take off your clothes."

Bobby took his clothes off and stood with his hands covering his penis. He started to giggle.

"I’m not looking." I assured him.

I did notice he was starting to grow hair on his chest and his pubic area. I found a towel and a washcloth for him in a closet. There were several boats and a plastic car in the tub and he settled in and started splashing his hands against the surface of the water.

"Here’s the soap. You make sure you scrub that stuff off your leg." I walked to the toilet and picked up his clothes and threw them in the hamper. "I’m going to get your pajamas, Bobby. I’ll be right back."

When I came back into the bathroom, he was looking at me with a funny look on his face. I looked into the tub. His penis was fully engorged, and he was poking at it. It was enormous!

"Oh Bobby, don’t do that. Let’s have a boat race." I sat down by the tub and pushed a red plastic speed boat across the water to him.

He put both hands on his dick and grasped it and forced it forward, looking at it with admiration.

It was something to admire.

At age seventeen, I hadn’t seen a lot of dicks. I hadn’t seen much but little boys when they needed diapers changed, or my ten-year-old brother when he rushed from the shower to grab a towel. I’d had experimental sex one time with a boyfriend, Henry, but that was a year ago, before his family moved to Portland, in the blackness of the back seat of his car. There wasn’t time to study his erection before he came.

I couldn’t help looking at Bobby's dick. The head was full and purple. The shaft was pale, a little redder at the base and along the bottom. It bowed from his lap almost to his belly button. It was beautiful!

I’d started dating my boyfriend when he was fifteen and his dick was way smaller than Bobby’s. I held the plastic speed boat and bumped Bobby in the knee. "Hey!" I said, "Let’s have a race."

Bobby giggled and got a blue speed boat from the soap dish. "Zoom! Zo-o-o-oom!" he shouted and started pushing the boat. I forced myself to not look at him below his shoulders and pretty soon we were both smiling and pushing little boats around the tub. His erection subsided.

Whew!

I handed him the soap and a washcloth. "Let’s get you to bed."

He scrubbed his feet and his bottom. I held his towel open while he finished, and then wrapped him in the towel. He dried off.

"Sippers!" he said.

I went into his room to find his slippers.

A half hour later, I was sitting next to the bed reading his favorite story. Then it was time to turn out the light.

"Kiss-Kiss? Dido. Kiss-Kiss?"

I leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "G’night, Honey."

He gave me a kiss back, and it was on the lips.

I turned off the reading lamp, made sure his night light was glowing and closed the bedroom door.

Then I stood with my back against the door and let out a sigh of relief. I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath.

I got out my homework and started checking my geometry solutions against the answers listed in the back section of the textbook.

About twenty minutes later, I allowed myself to lay on the couch and think about what had happened. For some reason, it had never occurred to me that Bobby would have such a man-sized cock stuck on a body with a five-year-old mind. And it was a monster of a cock. Especially to me, with my whopping repertoire of one conquest.

I closed my eyes and I couldn’t get the image of that throbbing purple head out of my mind. I could imagine the warmth of the water enveloping his body, and see how he thrust it about like a fire hose. I could hear the babyish cry of his "Zoom! Zo-o-om!" echoing in my thought.

God. What a waste.

 

It was a couple weeks before Bobby’s family called me again to babysit. In that time, my silly thoughts flew to that image over and over. It haunted my dreams. I dreamed of Bobby at summer, needing help to hold the bat so that he could hit the softball, only when I tried to help him follow through on his swing, we were both holding that glorious cock of his. Then he was holding up his Matchbox coloring book page that I had signed and personalized with a happy face, singing, "Dido’s my gurl! Dido’s my gurl!"

The dreams were strangely erotic and I woke up more than once with a tingle between my legs.

Bobby was in the car when his parents came to get me. "Dido!" he called. "Dido’s my gurl!" he told his father, very excited.

I blushed, and climbed into the car. "I’m your girl now, huh?"

He nodded, a grin from ear to ear.

There were car races on the television when we got to his house and he settled in to watch, shouting with glee when certain cars were in the lead. I listened to his mother’s quick instructions for making dinner and then they left. I sat down to watch the race with Bobby and he grabbed my hand.

How sweet! Oh but how awkward. My head was spinning. I was having these crazy erotic thoughts about little Bobby and his big man-dick. Even though I knew better, did he know better? He was clinging to my hand, announcing that I was his "gurl" and I just sat there next to him and took it in. Since Henry, I hadn’t had anyone announce to the world that I was his "gurl" and even with Henry, it was pretty much a hush, hush, you-don’t-need-to-tell-anyone-that-I-like-you sort of arrangement. I was just a dull seventeen year old with raging hormones, trying to remind myself that even though Bobby was plenty old enough to have a girlfriend, he wasn’t "old" enough to have a girlfriend.

And I kept thinking about that monster in his pants.

I asked him to help me in the kitchen. He showed me where to find the pan and we boiled water and made hotdogs. There was jello salad in the fridge, and a bag of chips on the counter. I ate some carrots, but Bobby wrinkled up his nose and wouldn’t touch them.

It was different between us. Bobby had decided I was his "gurl" and he kept trying to put me in a position where it felt a little too intimate. He wanted to put his arm around me on the couch. I really wasn’t comfortable with that, and I kept changing seats, but he kept scooting next to me. "Dido’s my gurl." He was so happy! I didn’t want to burst his bubble.

And quite honestly, after a year of having no one pay me any mind, it was a little flattering. Even if it was only Bobby.

Then it was time to go to bed. I told him to get a book, and he picked the same one, about the baseball player named Fred, so I read to him while I sat in the chair beside his bed.

About halfway through the book, he started giggling. "Uh-oh!"

"What?"

His eyes were so bright and happy. He pointed.

I looked down.

Uh-oh. There was that monster dick again. Straining against his pajamas. I could see the outline of that beautiful head, just about to burst. He was twitching it with muscles from within, making it flick against his leg.

"Bobby." I couldn’t take my eyes away. "You shouldn’t be doing that. You need to stop."

I forced myself to look at the book and turn the page.

"Dido, look."

I glanced up. He’d pulled his cock out of the top of his pajama pants and it was full and draping in a sweet arc against his belly.

I started reading again. But Bobby wasn’t listening.

I needed to stop pretending. It was Bobby. Bobby didn’t pretend something was going on that wasn’t. In this case, Bobby wasn’t trying to pretend that he didn’t have a log of an erection laying on his leg when he did.

Then I don’t know what came over me. I ached to have Bobby be an ordinary fifteen-year-old with a dick that was throbbing and beckoning for ME. Me, a plain Jane sort of a girl who babysat handicapped children on Saturday nights instead of going on dates. I yearned to have a mature mouth kiss me and muscular arms that draped around me when I sat on the couch. I was so lonely!

I missed Henry and I didn’t understand why I didn’t seem to appeal to anyone else. I had regular-looking brown that fell softly across my shoulders when I took it down and C-cup breasts ready to bust out beneath my buttoned blouse. I had a soft mouth and I didn’t think my breath smelled bad. And I knew that given the right circumstances, my pussy would get sodden and I could learn to fuck like a wild thing.

But this wasn’t the right time. I looked at the HotWheel sheets on his bed. This wasn’t the right place. This definitely was not the right boy.

But he was took my hand. "Kiss-Kiss?" His lips were puckered, rather comically. I smiled and looked away. This was so absurd. It was absolutely ludicrous that I had hormones raging through my loins.

And he did too.

He might be mentally very young, but his cock was bulging and his crotch was sprouting black bristles of pubic hair. It was confusing. And if it was confusing to me to have these feelings coarsing through my veins, how did it feel to him?

Then I did the unforgivable.

"Take your pajamas off." I said quietly. He looked at me kind of funny, but lifted his hips while I slid plaid pajama bottoms down over his butt. His dick brushed my hand when I took hold of the elastic waist band. I was hyper aware of exactly where his dick was and how it was barely brushing against me. I wanted to play with that thing!

I took it in my mouth. "O--oh," he sighed. I opened my eyes and looked at his face. He was fascinated. His eyes were wide open and his mouth was hanging open. "Wow," he said.

This was crazy. What was I doing?

He didn’t talk enough to tell anyone what I was doing. Was I raping him? Probably. I looked at his face. Did he care?

Hell no. He didn’t care. He was smiling and laughing. "Dido!"

I licked his dick, swirling my tongue across the sensitive tip.

He moaned.

I put my hand on the base and directed it into my mouth. I’d never really given anyone a blow job but I had a good idea what was involved. I started stroking my hand up and down the shaft.

I wanted to ride him, but I didn’t take birth control. I didn’t carry a rubber. And to be brutally blunt, I didn’t trust his sperm to be normal and I didn’t want to bring a handicapped child into the world. So a blow job was going to have to do.

"Uhn. Uhn. Uhn." he groaned, matching the pace I was using to bring his dick in and out of my mouth. He put his hands down on my head and followed the motion. "Uhn, uhn, uhn."

Then I stopped for a moment to collect some more spit in my mouth.

"Dido. More." he said. "More." and he motioned towards his throbbing organ.

"Hang on a sec," I said, positioning myself on the bed between his legs. He held his legs rigid on either side of me.

He was totally stiff. His legs. His dick. The veins sticking out as he jutted his neck to watch me.

Was I freaking him out?

"Dido, more." he said, putting his hands into my hair and guiding my lips back to his dick. I took it into my mouth and started building some friction as I rocked my head up and down.

His cock filled my face. I held my mouth as wide open as I could so I wouldn’t rake his sensitive skin against my teeth. It hit me in the back of my mouth. I held the base with my hand so I had some control. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I opened my eyes to assure myself that he had his closed and his head was back on the pillow. I must be doing it right.

Inside my mouth, his full dick twitched and Bobby arched his back. He thrust his hips forward.

My mouth filled with his cum. It tasted like hand lotion. Well, it didn’t taste exactly like hand lotion, but that was my first impression. Definitely a new taste. I didn’t like it, but I didn’t dislike it either. I wiped my mouth.

Bobby writhed on the bed. "Wow!" he said, beaming.

Oh my God. He loved it! He was in total bliss.

I smiled. I loved that I had done that for him. What was his chance at finding a nice girl to blow him again? I was slightly out of breath. I was thrilled for him, and pretty pleased at myself for making him so happy.

"Okay, now. You ready to go to sleep?"

He nodded. "Kiss-kiss?"

I smacked him on the lips. I wanted to kiss him deeper, more intimate, but I had his cum in my mouth and I didn’t want to taste yucky. I wanted to kiss him deeper, but that would have been for me, and he wouldn’t know what to do with that any more than he knew what to do with his blessed hard cock.

I turned out the light and left the room. My heart was pounding. I couldn’t believe what I’d done. It was weird. It was almost like I wasn’t myself. I wasn’t doing that as myself. I was doing that as some sort of surrogate lover, like someone who was handing out her sex to those more needy. Like someone who wanted peace and love throughout the world.

I smiled at my silliness.

Then I realized the tremendous buzzing that was still between my legs. Surges of blood flowing to my genitals. Even though the blow job was amazing, and I’d loved the feeling of having my face all full of his thick cock, having his smell all in my nose, it hadn’t done much for me. I stepped into the bathroom in the hallway. I pulled my pants down to pee, then afterwards, I marveled at the glisten of extra mucus on the toilet paper. I wanted to masturbate, but that would have to wait till later. His parents would be home before long. I washed my hands and rinsed his taste out of my mouth.

Later, when I was in my own bed, I kicked off my panties and worked my pussy with a small bottle of nail polish. I inserted the bottle inside my vagina and rubbed it in and out, trying to match the pace I’d used sucking his cock. I was so turned on! I pinched my nipples into puckers and traced my fingertips gently up and down on the ridges and valleys of my cunt. It felt so good! I closed my eyes and imagined how Bobby must have felt when he buckled his hips and spurted his cum in my mouth. I thought about that throbbing cock and the way it filled my senses inside of my mouth. The smell. The taste. The feel. It took awhile before I got enough of my hand and the little bottle and I had to be so quiet--my sister was sleeping in the next bed.

The next day it hit me what I had actually done. Did I rape him? Oh God. I took total advantage of that poor boy! He couldn’t help that he got a big boner, but it was me who showed him what he could do with it. I knew better than that. And what had I done? I cranked up those latent sexual hormones. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn’t just go out and ask another girl to put her mouth on his dick.

It was his mother whose job it was to tuck him into those HotWheel sheets at night. What if he grabbed her face and tried to force it down on his rigid cock? Oh dear.

What had I done?

I was so ashamed. Suddenly I felt petrified. I was terrified that his family was going to figure out what I'd done.  No, he couldn't really explain it with words, but he could with motions.  He may not be able to speak my name, but he could remember me from Summer Camp and he understood that if he kissed my lips, that might make me "his gurl."

But what could I do?

Then I remembered his "Wow!" and the absolute look of satisfaction at the end. He was in awe. Right or wrong, I couldn’t take it back. Right or wrong, he’d loved it. Right or wrong, he was exploring his own sexuality, whatever that was going to mean for him in his life.  And I had shown him a damn good time.

Three days later I came home from school and my mother was waiting for me, sitting with a cup of coffee in the kitchen.

"Bobby’s mother called."

My heart was racing. I tried to appear calm. "What’d she want?"

"She was asking questions about you. What kinds of classes you’re taking at school--if you have a boyfriend, that sort of thing."

"Oh."

I studied my mother’s face, trying to read between the lines. Something happened at Bobby’s house. Was Bobby’s mom turning me in for being a child molester?

My mother placed her cup on a square white napkin.

"Is everything okay with Bobby?" I asked.

"Yes, she said Bobby’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with Bobby."  Her voice had a lilt at the end of the sentence.  There had to be more to the conversation. My mother looked out the window. I could only imagine what Bobby’s mother said.

I was so nervous I could hardly breathe. "Does she want me to call her back? Does she need to talk to me?"

"Yeah. I think she wanted to know if you could babysit Friday." Mom looked at me with a strange little smile. 

If there was more going on, I wasn't going to find out from her.  I went upstairs, called Bobby's mother, and agreed to babysit.  They would pick me up at five.