Sneaky Little Squirt
First Time
Sex Stories #5: Sneaky Little Squirt
By Missy Younglove
Author's Note: This work is based on a true experience that was related
to me via email.
When I was 12, there was a neighbor boy my age who used to come over
and play with me in the evenings. He was a little bit nerdy and I was
kind of chubby so neither of us was very popular.
We took great comfort in each other's friendship, though, and would
often sit on my front steps and chat for hours. We never really talked
about sex since we didn't know who might be in earshot, but we
eventually got to the point where we'd sit very close together so that
our bodies could touch each other as much as possible without being
obvious. Sometimes we'd discretely hold hands for a few minutes, but
our palms always got sweaty with anxiety about being seen and made fun
of by kids playing in the street.
One evening, just as dusk turned into twilight, he timidly began to
stroke the inside of my thigh up near the knee. I tried to be
nonchalant about it, but it was one of the most exciting moments of my
young life. I suddenly knew that my physical interest in him was mutual
and that some of my not-so-innocent romantic fantasies about him could
actually happen. I nearly swooned as, for the first time in my life, I
felt my body respond in all of the womanly ways.
Each evening after that, he would sneak a hand beneath my leg and
stroke the inside of my thigh as soon as the shadows began to fall over
us. I never objected and as the days went by, his strokes moved closer
and closer to my crotch.
My pussy got very wet the first time he touched me and the farther up
my leg he stroked, the wetter I got. It finally got to the point where
I had to wash my shorts and panties in the shower every night and blow
them dry along with my hair so that my mother wouldn't see the stains.
It was a small price to pay, though, and I started wearing very tight
but stretchy shorts on the nights he came over.
One evening, he finally stuck his fingers inside the hem of my shorts.
When I told him how nice it felt, he stroked me all the way to my
underwear. I was dying for him to touch my pussy, but his fingers
couldn't get any farther than the outside of one of my cunt lips
without it being obvious to any onlookers what he was doing. The best
he could do was to rub his pinky around on my plump, sensitive pussy
lip. That made my vagina flow like a river, too.
I reciprocated, of course. It was the early '80s and
high-cut, loose shorts were the style for boys so I had no problem
slipping my hand in there. His thighs were so silky smooth that they
felt like a girl's. I loved caressing them.
Unfortunately, it was also a time when most boys wore tightie-whities,
so I was ultimately no better off than he was. I could rub his soft,
warm scrotum through his underwear with my pinky but that was all.
Since I was an only child, the male apparatus was still a big mystery
to me and my limited access didn't help the situation at all.
One summer night, after we'd gotten each other all worked up, he said
he wanted to touch my skin and that I'd like it but we'd have to find a
private place or we could get into big trouble. We thought of a few
places, but discarded each one until we were left with the shed in my
backyard.
My mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner, so we sneaked back there. The
shed was still very hot and filled with junk so there was no place to
lie down or even sit. We had to stand up but were so horny that we
didn't care.
I remember being very excited about doing something so new and scary.
He wasted no time in pulling down my stretchy shorts and panties. The
smell of my dripping sex immediately filled the shed. He put his hand
between my legs and jerked it away when he felt how wet I was. Then he
put it back and started rubbing my pussy.
His middle finger fell into my crack and rubbed my clitty. I felt more
of my lube juice ooze onto his fingers and he spread it around until my
plump, nearly bald cunt was all wet and slippery. He kissed me and told
me to touch him. It was an invitation I had no intention of refusing. I
reached into his elastic waistband and hooked my thumbs into his
underwear. With one smooth motion, his erect penis was freed and his
shorts fell around his ankles.
It was nearly dark in the shed, but I could still see his slender,
four-inch penis sticking out in front of him. A plump round sack hung
below and I could just make out a small tuft of pubic hair on each side
of his shaft. I was shocked at the sight of it. I thought, “Oh my
goodness, so this is what one looks like!” I was also a little
surprised that he had more hair than I had on my pussy, which was so
sparse that I still looked as bald as a little girl unless you got up
close.
I grabbed his erect cock and was surprised at the life I felt in it. It
was vibrating and throbbing strongly with his heartbeat. It was warm
and soft, yet hard underneath -- far from the feeling I'd gotten when
experimenting with my hairbrush handle.
He told me to milk it, which I did. My legs were shaking so I leaned
against him and he leaned against me as the last of the light faded
away. We each had a cheek on the other's shoulder and it was wonderful
to feel his soft, warm body against mine.
We still had our upper clothing on, but didn't dare remove it in case
we had to dress quickly. I soon felt some warm, sticky wetness in my
hand that felt like my lube juice. I was surprised that boys made it
too, but liked the feeling as his penis smeared it into my palm. He
continued to frig me with his inexperienced fingers until we were both
panting heavily.
Then he found my dripping little hole and stuck his finger up there. I
gasped with surprise, but there was no pain at all. It felt good and I
pushed out my pelvis to encourage him to push it deeper. He did, then
he pulled it out and sucked the juice off his finger. He said "Mmm,"
then kissed me on the lips. I was glad he liked how my pussy tasted and
could taste a little of it on his lips, too.
I bent down to kiss his penis and licked off a salty droplet. I also
said "Mmm," and then kissed him. He didn't hesitate to lick his own
flavor off my lips.
I milked his penis a little longer, then reached down to feel his
scrotum. It was firm and cool, fitting perfectly into the palm of my
small hand. I rolled it around, fascinated by the delicate little eggs
inside. The skin was smooth and completely hairless. After exploring it
thoroughly, I let go of it and felt his little pubic hairs, teasing
them with my fingers.
Then he said he wanted to rub himself against me. I told him OK, but
not to squirt any baby juice since I'd heard horror stories about
swimming sperm that could crawl up a girl's leg, into her vagina, and
get her pregnant.
He promised he wouldn't and we shifted position slightly so that he
could poke it between my legs. My upper thighs were already coated with
my juices, so it just slid right right between them. I closed them
tight and let him slide it back and forth so that the top part rubbed
against my clitty. Soon, we were humping away like little rabbits,
swaying and nearly ready to topple over in our ecstasy.
I could feel his wet little hairs tickle my bare mons with each thrust.
My clitty started to burn, then ignited from the slippery friction of
his cock against it. Suddenly, I felt a throbbing pulse at the base of
my vagina. It felt like a separate heartbeat, then my cunt muscles
tightened up and began to spasm until I thought it would hurt if it
were any stronger. My nipples got hard and my clit throbbed as my
pelvis began to jerk with my orgasm. I could barely keep from screaming
out my pleasure. As it was, I was gasping pretty loudly as new juices
squirted from my vagina.
My little friend thrust against me a few more times, then gasped and
froze. His slender cock swelled slightly and he strained against my
still-bucking pelvis. I felt the plump little mushroom at the tip throb
against my bottom and little droplets of warm syrup rain down the backs
of my legs. I was amazed that my orgasm had gotten his dick wet enough
to drip so much!
We thrust against each other a few more times, but it didn't feel
nearly as good so we stopped and went back to rubbing each other with
our hands. His penis was extremely wet. I grabbed his soft round ass
with my other hand and began to fondle it gently. It was smooth as a
baby's bottom.
After a minute, he shakily asked if he could put it inside me. I really
wanted to have him there, but was really scared of getting pregnant
even though I hadn't had a period yet. However, my lust had firm
control of my brain so I once again said OK, as long as he only let his
lube juice into me and not his baby juice. He promised without
hesitation.
We shifted back to the way we'd stood when he put it between my legs,
only this time I angled it upward with my hand and guided it to my
profusely dripping entrance. Once the head was in, I held his balls in
my hand. Afraid of the virgin pain I'd heard about, I only let him ease
it in a little way before pulling on his slippery, dripping little ball
sack to make him pull back out.
When that didn't hurt, I let him ease it in a little further before I
pulled him back out. It felt wonderful, so I let him ease it in as far
as he wanted. This time, he went very deep and it burned a little. My
legs began to shake so badly that I could hardly stand up so I gripped
his balls and pulled him back out. Still worried about pregnancy, I
rubbed his slimy little cock until I felt steadier and then asked him
if he wanted to squirt his baby juice into my hand before he put it
back inside.
He rubbed my wet pussy and told me that he wanted to see what real
fucking felt like and that he wouldn't hurt me and wouldn't get me
pregnant. We should just relax and have fun.
I believed him so I guided it back inside and let him do his thing.
This time there was no burning when he entered me, only tremendous
pleasure. I grabbed his bottom with both hands and felt his muscles
bunch and relax with every thrust. He went slow and easy at first,
often stopping deep inside and holding it there.
I was a little scared of that at first because I thought he might be
getting ready to squirt his baby juice. All I knew about how boys made
babies in girls was from what I'd heard from an older cousin once. She
said that when it happened, the boy would push it in as deep as he
could and hold it there. Then you'd feel hot little pops deep inside
followed by a spreading warmth. Then his penis would get soft and he'd
pull it out.
Since I didn't feel the pops and warmth when he planted it deep inside,
and he most certainly didn't get soft, I figured there was nothing to
worry about and relaxed.
I began to enjoy the feeling of his little balls snuggling up against
my pussy and his hairs tickling me every time he pushed it deep. I soon
wanted it even deeper than he could get it. I was a little taller than
him so I tried bending my knees but we almost toppled over. I was so
very horny for this boy's wonderful young penis, yet incredibly afraid
at the same time. I was enjoying his awkward penetration more than
words can ever say, but I sure didn't want to get discovered or
pregnant.
I loved his being slow and gentle, but I wanted to feel it fast, too. I
told him to go faster and he did. Soon he was thrusting into me like a
locomotive and we were both grunting with even greater ecstasy and the
increasingly difficult effort of staying upright.
I felt a lawnmower handle against my back and braced myself against it,
pushing my pelvis lewdly out at him. He picked up even more speed as I
lovingly caressed his straining back. The speed of his fucking caused
him to penetrate me more deeply than before, and I finally felt him
hitting the bottom of my cunt. It felt so wonderful to have an excited
penis thrusting inside of me that I never wanted it to end. The fluids
never stopped seeping from my cunt walls and his penis was so wet that
it made loud, sexy smacking noises with each of his enthusiastic rabbit
thrusts.
His breathing grew loud and labored just before he lost his rhythm and
began to grind slowly against me. He moved his little prick in circles
a few times, which felt wonderful, then thrust it deep. I clamped down
hard on him, suddenly afraid that this time he was squirting his baby
juice, and then he groaned.
I felt his penis swell and throb, but there were no hot pops or
spreading warmth. He didn't get soft, either. All I could feel was more
wetness flooding my pussy. He strained against me for a long time, but
didn't start thrusting again. He just said we'd better stop now.
Regretfully, I loosened up and let him pull out. There was a plopping
noise and then I was empty. I figured that he must have been worried
that he'd squirt his baby juice if we did it any longer.
I took him in my hand and once again offered to help him squirt his
baby juice, but he said he was satisfied and pulled up his pants with
his penis still wet and stiff. When I asked him if we shouldn't try to
make it go down, he said it might never go down after feeling what it
was like to really fuck.
That made me happy and I pulled up my own pants, already wondering when
and where we might do it again. Never again in the shed, that was for
sure. My legs were sore and shaky, and I was sweating like a pig.
Fortunately, I was still two years from my first period. The little
devil continued to have stealth orgasms inside me for quite some time,
thanks to my ignorance and copiously flowing pussy, but he eventually
started ejaculating with enough force and volume for me to feel it. I
made him use condoms after that, which he was able to buy from a
machine in a men's room at the bowling alley.
We eventually went our separate ways, but I don't think I could have
gotten through my hormone-crazed early teens without the relief I got
from that sneaky little squirt's wonderful young penis.