Author: Alexander Title: Cynthia's Education Part: 6 Summary: Nathan and Cynthia get naked on a bridge over the highway and he masturbates into her mouth Keywords: mg, ped, exhib, public, oral, masturbation, pre-teen Sunday, May 20, 1984. I awoke with a start. My alarm clock said 3:15. I peered into the dark trying to figure out what had awoken me when I heard it again: pebbles clicking against my window. I jumped out of bed and hopping to the window, saw silhouetted in the streetlight a nine-year-old girl standing barefoot on our driveway looking back up at me, grinning. When she saw me she pulled the shirt up to her shoulders, revealing her entirely naked body underneath. I opened the window further, feeling the cool spring air blow in against my naked torso. I gestured for her to be quiet and I would be right down. This was insane. As I did every night since I had started baby-sitting Cynthia, I had been sleeping naked. I pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt, grabbed five dollars from my desk, and crept barefoot down the stairs. As I passed the kitchen I told myself I was only going to tell her to go home, we couldn't do this. The streetlight illuminated the car keys sitting on the counter and I grabbed them. I opened the front door as silently as I could and tiptoed down the concrete steps, my cock already rock-hard and straining against my loose shorts, to my little Cynthia standing in the driveway, still grinning. "Cynthia!" I hissed. "You can't do this! You have to go home." "Everyone's asleep, no one will know," she hissed back. I opened the passenger side door of our car parked as usual at the curb and she climbed in. I pushed it firmly until it clicked, then went around to the driver's side and slid behind the wheel. I turned the key in the ignition to "ON" and the beeping seatbelt alarm clanged in my ears like an air raid siren, surely loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood. I pulled the steering column gearshift down to neutral and the car started rolling backward down the hill. I couldn't bring myself to start the engine or turn on the lights until the car was all the way at the bottom of the hill and, pulling hard on the steering wheel unaided by the power steering, around the corner and out of sight of the houses. Then I turned the engine over, put the transmission in drive, and sped off up the perpendicular street at the bottom of the hill, finally turning on the lights when we were several blocks away. Neither of us had said a word until then. "Cynthia," I said again, "we just can't do this. If your parents looked in your room and saw you were missing? They would go insane. Rightly." "They never wake up. It's okay, just for a while, okay? It's so nice out tonight!" And with one smooth motion she pulled her shirt off and tossed it out her open window. "Cynthia!" "Now it's your turn!" she retorted. "Oh, fuck," I mumbled under my breath. We were on a dead-quiet residential street, on a stretch that was devoid even of streetlights. Except for the car engine and the tires crunching along the pavement there was not a sound. We were the only people in the world, except, perhaps, for who knows what insomniac peering out of the darkened windows facing the street. With one more glance in the rearview mirror, I pulled my shirt over my head, then lifting my butt pushed the shorts down to my ankles, then letting up on the accelerator slid the shorts off over my bare feet. My knees fell open and the cool air of the night swirling between my legs and around my balls felt terrific. "Oh I love your cock," Cynthia said, grabbing my pole with her little hand. "Ha. I love your body too, Cynthia. But where should we go? I hope a cop doesn't stop us!" "First, get rid of these!" she cried, grabbed my shorts and t-shirt from the seat between us, and tossed them out the window after her own. We had not seen a single other car in the ten minutes we had been driving through the quiet neighborhood. I considered just stopping the car and going for a stroll, but then I had a sudden inspiration. About a mile away the interstate cut through the community, and a foot bridge connected the houses on one side with the junior high on the other. I headed the car in that direction, as the cool night air blew in through the windows against our naked bodies, and Cynthia's small hand held on to my rigid cock. I parked the car against the curb on the houses side of the bridge. It was just as I had pictured it. A long ramp rose from the curb up over the twenty-foot high wall that shielded the neighborhood from the unsightly interstate. The houses here were equally quiet, but the ramp was right under a huge, bright streetlight. We could hear cars going by frequently on the highway. As insane as it was to be driving around naked, this late at night with so little going on it was actually fairly relaxed compared to what we were about to do. My heart was pounding faster. I looked over at my naked companion, who was peering over the dashboard at the bridge. "Are we going up there?" she asked, with, for the first time since I had started baby-sitting her, a little trepidation in her voice. "Yes, the bridge goes over the highway." "So the cars below will see us?" "Yes they will." She seemed almost scared, and my cock pulsed. "Okay, let's do it." We both looked around to make sure the street was deserted and got quickly out of the car and closed the doors after us to silence the buzzer. I left the keys in the ignition and the windows down for a quick getaway. The cement ramp, which climbed fifty feet in one direction, then switched back another 50 feet before reaching the top of the fence, was grated rough, but it was not unpleasant against our tender feet. We started up together, my hand lightly on her shoulder. At the switchback we paused and surveyed the quiet streets below us, naked king and queen of our domain. I looked down at my cock throbbing in the streetlight, towering over the whole neighborhood, then over at my companion, whose nipples were erect enough to cast shadows on her tummy. "How do you feel?" I asked her. "So scared but so excited! My tummy is so tingly. Can we go over the bridge now? I want the cars to see me." I smiled. "Of course. But you go ahead of me, okay? I want to see your cute little ass naked in the streetlight." "Okay, but then you have to go first so I can see your cute little ass naked in the streetlight too," she mimicked. I laughed. "Of course! I love that you like to see me naked." "I love to see you naked, Nathan! It makes me tingly." "There's a word for that feeling, sweetie. It 'turns you on.' It turns me on to see you naked." "Yes it turns me on so much to see you naked." "Okay, let's go!" I said to her, and she started up the last section of ramp ahead of me. I was amazed to see her swing her tiny hips seductively, savoring my eyes on her smooth naked ass. I stood where I was, watching her climb to the top of the ramp, slowly stroking my cock. A crazy, nasty idea passed through my head, wondering what would happen if I ran back to the car and took off, leaving her naked at three in the morning miles from her house. It was just one of those insane random thoughts that pass through our heads. I would never do anything to endanger her, but the thought of following her surreptitiously as she tried to make her way back home really turned me on. At the top she turned back to me and waved for me to hurry up, but rather than waiting for me, she went on out onto the bridge! I heard several cars passing by below as I ran up after her. When I got to the end of the bridge I saw her directly over the two north-bound lanes, her legs spread wide and her hands on her hips, looking down defiantly at the cars passing by below. It was impossible to discern if they could see her at all, but each pair of headlights lit up her little naked body as it passed underneath. When she saw I had finally arrived she turned to me and screamed at the top of her voice, grinning and jumping up and down, releasing all of the pent-up excitement that had been building in her all day. It was, I considered, her nine-year-old version of an orgasm. I wondered if she could have a real one? Even in the light traffic, her orgasmic scream was drowned out by the sound of the cars, and I knew no one would hear her behind me in the houses. I looked to my left as a semi roared past underneath the bridge, then stepped out onto the bridge, my enormous hard-on bouncing in front of me. Still grinning she turned and ran toward me leaping into my arms, and still screaming at the top of her voice, cried, "I love you so much, Nathan! You turn me on so much!" I hugged her naked body to me, cupping one hand under each cheek of her ass. Her legs spread wide to encircle my waist, her pussy mashed against my stomach. I slid my index finger between the cleft of her cheeks and pressed it firmly against her tiny, stretched asshole. I slowly lowered my hands so she slid down slightly, and bending my cock away from my body with my pinkies I lowered her ass until she was sitting on my cock like a stick pony. The head of my cock stuck out between her cheeks, her butthole and pussy slid against the shaft. We turned toward the traffic racing by below us, cheek to cheek. Did they see us? "I love you too so much, Cynthia. You turn me on so much." "I need you to come on me, baby," she said, "right here in front of all these cars." She rose an inch in my arms as my cock strained against the weight of her small body pressing down on it. "Oh yeah baby. Get down. Let's go to the middle of the bridge." She relaxed the grip her legs had on my waist and I lifted her off my cock and set her down. Grabbing my hand she led me back onto the bridge, while I took my cock in my other hand, surprised to discover it was slick where she had been sitting--her pussy was wet! I spread what juice there was over the shaft as she dragged me after her. Not stopping over the north-bound lanes, she led me all the way across the bridge to the southbound lanes. We were now a hundred feet out on the bridge, the farthest we had been from the car yet. She turned toward me and grabbed my cock. I noticed her hesitate when she felt the slippery moisture already on my cock. She glanced up at me quickly, and I saw that she was embarrassed about it; she did not realize that pussy juice is the most natural, wonderful thing in the world. She started to spit on my cock as a semi roared by below us. "That's good, baby," I said, "now kneel down." The little girl's face was illuminated periodically by the headlights that passed underneath as I stroked my throbbing cock above her. "Oh my god, baby, you are so fucking hot," I told her. "Come on, baby, come on my face. I want to feel your warm come cover my naked body." "You turn me so much. Your naked little girl body makes my cock so hard." "Look at my naked little girl body here in the headlights, baby. Everyone can see you stroking your hard cock onto the face of this little girl. That is so hot." "I'm going to come, baby. Open your mouth, I'm going to come right into your beautiful little mouth." "Oh my god Nathan, yes, do it." My legs shook and my ass tightened as I came while a line of cars sped by underneath. The first spasm went onto her forehead and hair. I tilted her head back and pushed the head of my cock into her mouth and pumped my come into her mouth, spasm after spasm. "Don't swallow, baby. Just hold it in your mouth. Let me fill your mouth with my come. You look so hot with your mouth full of my come." Finally my cock stopped twitching and I pulled the head away from her lips and squeezed the last dollop onto her cheek. She knelt there dutifully, her head back, her mouth open, and my opalescent semen shimmering in the headlights. "Oh fuck yeah, baby, that is so hot. Now swallow it, but you can let some drip down your chin too." She did just as I instructed, closing her mouth, pushing some of my come out between her lips and down her chin, and swallowing. "Okay, now stick out your tongue and move it around to show me all the come is gone." She showed me her clean pink tongue and grinned up at me and laughed. I rubbed the end of my cock against her lips, spreading the remaining come out over her cheeks. "Nathan, I love your come so much! I love when you come on me so fucking much. I want it all the time." The lights playing on her face changed from white to red and a "whoop" sound blasted our ears. A police car had just driven by under us. And seen us. My legs almost collapsed under me. Cynthia screamed and jumped up. I have an innate sense of strategy in avoiding cops, and I spun Cynthia around so we could feign running toward the school, away from our car, until the policeman was out of sight. Its flashing lights continued to oscillate silently, illuminating the walls of the highway and the pavement in splashes of red, left, right, front, back, as the car sped into the distance. He had braked as soon as he saw us, but realized he could not grab us from down there, and accelerated away. We walked slowly toward the school as we watched the prowler out of the corner of our eyes until a quarter mile away it braked again and slid onto the off ramp. "Fuck," I said, sweat pouring down my back. "Fuck," Cynthia repeated. We paused and watched, and my ruse, it seemed, had worked. At the top of the ramp the police car turned to the right, toward the school and away from our car. "Let's go," I exclaimed, and we ran full speed back across the bridge toward our car. The street below the ramp was still deserted and we rushed down to the curb and jumped in. I twisted the ignition, threw it in drive, and floored it, accelerating to the right at the next intersection, to the east, away from the school. We were about two miles from home, with no clothes, and who knows how many cops now looking for us. I was still shaking and sweating profusely. "You okay?" I asked my accomplice. "Yeah," she said, peering again through the windshield. "Don't get caught." She didn't seem to be scared as much as excited by the chase. I chuckled, "I won't." The neighborhood streets were quiet, and I made several rapid left and right turns to get us as far from a direct line of escape as possible. We had one major road to cross, with a traffic light. The lights in our neighborhood could sense when a car approached, but at night you never knew. I crept the car toward the intersection, willing the car to remain invisible until the light turned. The light agreeably did change for us, and I accelerated across the wide road. To our left, sure enough, about a quarter mile down the road, a police car, lights flashing, was driving slowly toward us. I could see the pool of white light dart back and forth erratically as the policeman trained his search light from one dark shadow to the next, searching for a naked man and child crouching behind an air conditioner. Another "whoop" blasted as he saw us and I could hear that muscular whine as the powerful car accelerated toward us. "Shit!" I exclaimed. "Shit!" Cynthia repeated. I floored it, bouncing the car over the uneven junction between the pavement of the main road and the side street. Now going 50 at least, the wind roaring around our still naked bodies, we careened around the next corner, my eyes glued to the rear view mirror praying we got around the corner before the cop made it to the intersection. No sign of him yet, I turned again at the next intersection, and two more times before daring to slow down a little. We were now just a couple blocks from home. Building momentum up the hill I turned off the engine fifty yards from the top, extinguished the headlights, and we coasted silently to a stop at the curb outside my house. We both ducked down and listened, our chins touching, our noses buried in each other's chests. I felt the tip of her young tongue begin to lick my chest. Her mouth found my nipple and it felt fantastic as she began to lick, and my cock, which had shriveled up to a bump during the chase, now sprang to life once again. I saw one of her own puffy nipples in the dim light and I engulfed it with my own lips. It felt like a tiny airbag against my tongue, as I pushed my tongue against it. "Oh," she whispered, shocked by her first feel of another's mouth on her skin. Her hand groped for my stiffening cock. I pulled back, and whispered, "Cynthia, we must go in now. We will see each other soon." "Can you come for me one more time first? Please? I want to feel it squirt into my mouth again before we go." I sat up and glanced left and right at her dark house and mine. "Okay, quickly. Here, spit on it again." She dribbled her spit onto my erect cock pointing up, resting against the bottom of the steering wheel. I began to rub it while Cynthia leaned over on her elbows to watch in the darkness of the car. With my right hand I felt the smooth skin of her back, her vertebrae, her sharp little coccyx making a bump at the top of her buttocks. I leaned over a little so I could slide my middle finger down between her cheeks and against her butthole again. "Oh, Nathan, I love when you touch my little girl butthole. It turns me on so much. Come for me while you finger my butthole." "I'm going to come right now, baby. I'm going to come in your mouth. Here, put your lips over the head of my cock. That's it." I jerked, and tensed, and pumped my come into her mouth with her lips sealed around the head. As I felt her tongue flick the slit in the head of my cock where my come was pouring into her sweet mouth, my middle finger curled, pressing against the muscles of her tight asshole, sliding in just a tiny bit. She gulped, broke the seal on my cock, and gasped. "God I love that baby" she whispered. I squeezed out the last drop of come, which she licked out of the slit and swallowed. "That tastes so good. Thank you, baby. I love it." "Thank you for swallowing my come, sweetie. It turns me on so much." She sat up. "Tomorrow night?" "No! Cynthia, tomorrow night is a school night. If we don't sleep, you'll sleep all day in class and your parents will wonder why." She pouted with those red lips. She turned me on so much. "We'll see each other soon, okay? I promise." She nodded. "Okay, let's get home now before everyone wakes up. We softly opened our doors and climbed out. She came around to my side and hugged me, pressing my cock into her chest, barefoot and naked on the pavement in the streetlight outside our houses. "Okay, go," I whispered. She let go and ran toward her house with that amazing, cute gait of a nine-year-old girl running in all earnestness. She turned and waved before softly opening her front door and disappearing into the gloom, I could only hope undetected by her parents. I turned and did the same.