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I slipped Jake a note during lunch.� "Meet me today," it read.� I trusted that he knew how to read and who "me" was, also trusting that he knew where and when to meet, but with boys you were never sure.� But it wasn't to be.� Stupid rain!� It had started raining an hour after lunch and was raining when school let out.��

As was prearranged, if it was raining, either my mom, or Janie's mom or Wendy's mom or Gwen's mom would pick us all up after school and drop us off at our homes. Today Janie's mom picked us up.� After dropping off Wendy and Gwen, Janie's mom said she had cleared it with my mom for me to come over to Janie's for an hour or two.��

You would think I'd be overjoyed with that news, what with being grounded for a week and with Janie being my BFF, but things were strained between us.� Strained to the breaking point.� Seems that right after I slipped the note to Jake at lunch, I was talking with Gwen.� She let it slip that last week Janie had told several other girls that I was seeing Jake, when Janie had promised me that she hadn't done that.� Several other girls?� No wonder that rumor spread like wildfire!� Well, when Janie joined us, I lit into her.� I never screamed at Janie before, but I screamed at her that day.� And now I had to spend an hour or two with the lying, traitorous...

For the first hour we sat in her room glaring at each other.� Then she broke down and began crying.� Soon I was crying with her and her mother came in to see what all the racket was about.� Of course we lied about it and she knew we were lying, but she left us alone.� Before I left, I had forgiven her, realizing that if it weren't for her betrayal, I wouldn't be on the path I was now on to losing my virginity and thereby being that much closer to my goal of hunky Uncle Jake sticking his big wonderful dick inside me.�

Next day the weather was no better.� Showers off and on all day, sometimes down pouring.� Wednesday it was still raining.� But come Thursday it was sun shining, if a tad bit chilly. I met Jake behind the dumpsters and sucked his cock.�

"Let's go to my house and fuck," he told me as he buttoned up.

"I can't today, Jake, but I've thought about it and I want to."

"You do?� You want to fuck?"

"Yes, I do."

"Well, girlfriend, I'll be god damned. You're something else, you know.

"So when?" he asked.

"Every other Wednesday, my mama volunteers at the library until late.� I don't have to be home until around five to put my daddy's supper on."

"This coming Wednesday or the next?"

"This Wednesday," I replied steeling myself not to back out.

"Okay, but you'd better not be jerking me around, bitch.� Jerk me around and I'll fuck you right here.

"Now how about a little preview?"

"Preview?"

"Yeah, I want to see your pussy and I want to see that fine ass you have."

"Here?"

"Yes, right here," he said as he grabbed me by the waistband on my jeans and pulled me to him and as soon as he did, his other hand was unzipping and unbuttoning me. A moment later he had yanked my jeans and panties down to my knees.� It was so embarrassing!� He first wanted to see my bare ass and felt me up while commenting how nice my ass was.� Then he spun me around.� He really couldn't see much, seeing that he's several heads taller than I was, but I guess he could see the beginnings of my pussy lips.

"You shave your pussy?" he asked.

"No, I don't have any hair down there yet."

"Sweet!"� Next thing I know and he has his hand between my legs.� Luckily I was already pretty wet as he jammed his middle finger up inside me.� It hurt!

"Stop!� Stop!"� I cried out loud enough that if anyone was anywhere nearby that they would have heard me.� No one heard me.

He ignored me and roughly continued to thrust his finger in and out of my pussy.� After what seemed to be forever, even though it was probably less than a minute, he pulled his hand from between my legs.�

As he held his hand up, I could see the taint of blood on his finger.� "Well, I be damned.� You are a virgin!"� I was mortified, and in a bit of pain.

"You bastard!" I cried out.

"And you're a slut bitch," he retorted with a laugh. "Wednesday I'm gonna fuck you with my dick, bitch, so don't even think about not doing it.

"Tell, you what, let's do this again tomorrow."

"Okay," I whispered in agreement.� Gawd, why did I agree to that?

With that he left me behind the dumpsters with my jeans still down.� I pulled up my panties and pulled up my jeans, buttoned up, zipped up and headed for home. I was a bit tender, but that didn't last very long.� I made it home, and took a bath.� The gusset of my panties were blood stained, but fortunately it hadn't bleed through and gotten on my jeans.� Needless to say, I didn't want Mama to see my bloodied panties and was able to stuff them into the kitchen trash can, then I took the trash out to the outside bin.

"Why thank you for taking the trash out, Bunny," my Mama said.� If she only knew!

Next day Jake wasn't at school.� I didn't know if I should be relieved or saddened.� He was such a thuggish creep, but I really loved sucking his dick, however, I hated him both before and after.�

The bright spot of the day was when Mama had me take a plate of leftovers to Uncle Joe along with permission to meet my friends at the park for a while. Uncle Joe was very happy to see me and I sucked him in the kitchen. Then I met Janie and Gwen at the park.

We had a sleepover at Wendy's Saturday night and I went to church with her family Sunday morning.� We had dinner at Aunt Bess' and then the guys watched football.� As always, Uncle Blake had plenty of beer, so Uncle Joe didn't need to make beer run.� Darn!

Jake wasn't at school either Monday or Tuesday, or at least I never saw him.� Wednesday, I was a nervous wreck, but I was determined to go through with it with Jake.� I tried to imagine what his house looked like and a vision of a dirty run down shack kept coming to mind, not that I had any idea of what his home actually looked like.� At lunch I was practically beside myself, especially when Jake was nowhere to be found.�

Then I heard the news.� He had broken into a house Saturday night, got caught and had been arrested.� Arrested and sent to juvenile detention.� Later that week I heard that his dad had been arrested too with lots of stolen property in his possession.� As for his mom, it was assumed that he had no mother for whatever reason.� With his dad sent to jail, when Jake was released from detention, he was put in the foster care system, but he ran away.� No one knew or heard from him after that.� Me, my hymen was gone, but I was still a virgin and would remain so for the foreseeable future.�

I turned eleven the week before Thanksgiving.� Other than messing around with Uncle Joe whenever the opportunity presented itself, things were pretty mundane until after Thanksgiving.� As Janie and I could no longer sit next to each other in Mrs. Jones' class, she couldn't be my partner for team projects. As I now sat next to Mary Lou, she became my project partner.�

Our first project was assigned the first week in December once school let back in.� It involved some sewing, so Mama was recruited to show us how.� Actually I knew how, because she had taught me the basics, but Mary Lou didn't have a clue, as her mother had died when she was little.�

Mary Lou spent the night with me.� Now she was older than the rest of us and was twelve.� Twelve and the only girl in fifth grade to have boobs. Heck, most girls in sixth grade didn't have boobs, but Mary Lou had them.

I was jealous of her bust line and that night she showed me her breasts.� Wow, they were so pretty. I'd never seen naked boobies on a girl before.� I'd seen my dad and uncles and other boys topless to be sure, but they didn't actually have boobs, they just had nipples.� I just had nipples too and Mary Lou wanted to see them.

Naked from the waist up, she told me how she wished she had nipples like mine. Like I said before I had� big puffy nipples that stood out from my chest, almost like they were tits, whereas Mary Lou's nipples were little pebbles.� She let me touch her boobs.� They were so soft to the touch!� I let her touch my nipples. For a while we just felt each other up.�

We were kissing.� I'd kissed Janie and Gwen before, you know, learning how to kiss, but this was a little different.� It was like Uncle Joe was kissing me, only her lips were so soft and she was so gentle. Then she kissed my nipples.� Oh, my gawd!� That was nice! I kissed her nipples. That was nice too!� Pretty soon it was more than just kissing, but tit sucking. My head nearly exploded!� It was like there was a direct neural connection between my nipples and my pussy.� Actually there was neural connection, one established by my uncle.� First thing I know and Mary Lou's hand was down my panties.� It wasn't long before our panties were on the floor along with our tops.� We masturbated each other to a good cum, but we didn't get oral with each other.

By the time she went home the next day, I had a new BFF.� The Girl Scout ditty, "Make new friends, but keep the old.� One is silver and the other gold," was never so meaningful to me even though I was no longer in Scouts.

Of course I wanted to go and spend the night at her house, but my mom wouldn't have it.� Seems she was worried that I'd be corrupted somehow by Mary Lou's single father.� It was so stupid and we had words about it, the results being that Daddy was sent up to punish me. Oh, the fig leaf of propriety! Me draped over his lap with my naked ass being spanked and then rubbed to soothe it.� Seems he had forgotten about not spanking me like that. And Mama was worried about Mary Lou's dad?

After Mary Lou's sleepover with me, things got really slow.� Uncle Joe worked for a national package delivery company and Christmas was his busy season, six days a week, twelve hour days.� After Thanksgiving Day I didn't see him except for Sunday dinner and then he'd fall asleep while the game was on.� He might as well have been off with Mr. Jesse in Florida as far as I was concerned.� God, I even missed stupid old Jake!� Not for his company, that's for certain, but for what was between his legs.

Christmas break started out bleak, but ended a little better.� My good friend, Gina moved to another town when her father was transferred.� And Wendy, she was sent off to her grandmother's for the duration. That just left me with Janie and Mary Lou McCall. Janie came over to stay one night with me and I stayed at her house one night, but things just weren't the same between us. No way would I ever confide in her what my "problem" was these days.� She'd be blabbing all over about what a horrible dirty slut I was.� It was sort of true, I knew, but I didn't want that all over town, that's for sure.

As for Mary Lou, we did get together at my house several times.� Mostly during the day, but twice at night too.� We had great fun at night after my folks went to bed, the titty sucking advanced to mutual masturbation and from there she talked me into going down on her.� Actually she went down on me first and once she did that, I didn't need much convincing to return the favor and in the process discovered why Uncle Joe enjoyed eating me out so much. The taste and texture are so different than blowing a guy, but it was fun to do, just not as much fun as sucking a guy's dick and having him cum in my mouth.� I liked that, liked it a lot, but eating pussy wasn't bad either.

Then New Year's Eve came round.� I had nothing better to do and Aunt Bess needed a babysitter, so I did that while she and Uncle Blake partied with my parents and some other people.� I adored my younger cousins, Karen, Sherry, and Davy.� Karen was six, Sherry was three, almost four and little Davy, was one and a half.� He was walking, but really hadn't been talking where you could understand what he was saying and mostly relied on pointing at what he wanted and then crying if he didn't get it.� That's not to say that Sherry wasn't a crybaby, she was when things weren't going her way and Karen, you'd think she'd be more mature and cooperative, but you'd be mistaken.� Still, they were cute, happy for the most part and a handful.

Karen and Sherry always seemed to be fighting about this or that.� Meanwhile little Davy just wandered about doing his own thing.� I put the girls in the bathtub and watched them while trying to keep Davy out of mischief.� With the baths done, I put the girls to bed, as it was their bedtime.� Neither made a fuss about that and they were out for the duration.�

Davy, on the other hand, refused to settle down and go to sleep. I soon discovered the source of his problem... gross! So I set about changing him and cleaning him up.� I cleaned him up and gave him a bath, but he escaped before I could get a diaper on him.� He was so cute running around naked!� I finally caught him, not that I was trying very hard.�

"Milk!" he said plainly enough that I understood him.

There was a bottle with a nipple ready in the fridge, so I got that and handed it to him. �The little bugger then crawled up into my lap naked and looking trustingly into my eyes, proceeded to drink his milk.� This gave me plenty of time to study his cute little dick.� I flicked it gently with my finger which caused him to giggle. I did it again and he just giggled some more.� The third time I did it, I noticed that he had a little bitty boner!� I tapped a few more times and thought I'd better quit.� What does he do?� He squirms around in my lap while touching himself.� I touched him again and he stopped squirming around only to start squirming about once again after I stopped.� So I touched him again, thus time taking his little pecker between my fingers and playing with it.� He just laid back with a faraway look in his eyes, passively letting me molest him. This went on for a few minutes before I noticed that his eyes had closed. The little bugger had gone to sleep!� �

Once he was sleeping, Davy was a very sound sleeper.� You could do damned near anything to him and he wouldn't wake up.� So I took him back upstairs to put a diaper on him and put his jammies on.� But before that, I played with his dick a little more, discovering that indeed, he did have something behind his little pecker like all boys do.� A naughty thought formed in my head.� I grabbed his little feet and clapped them together.� He still didn't wake up, so I leaned over and took his little dick into my mouth.� It was so little!

"Bunny, I want my mommy," I heard from behind me.

Letting Davy's little stump go, I turned and saw Sherry at the door.�

"Go back to bed, Sherry," I told her.

"But I want my..." Oh the sobs and the crying!

�"Mommy will be home soon, sweetheart.� She's at my house.

"Here, let me finish putting a diaper on Davy and then I'll come rub your back.� Okay?"

"I want my mommy!"

"Oh, here, come stand by me, sweetie, while I finish up with Davy."

She did and stood by my side sobbing until I had Davy in a diaper and had his jammies on.� Then holding onto my leg, she accompanied me to Davy's room where I put him down for the night, then I tended to her.� It took a while, but Sherry did calm down, but not before waking up Karen.� I like to have never gotten those two back to sleep!