From ???@??? Fri Oct 06 23:42:30 1995 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.incest Subject: kidcest2.txt mf yng teen family sex ch6 From: que? Date: Sat, 07 Oct 1995 03:42:30 GMT 6. My Best Friend's Sister In the weeks following that eventful afternoon, Susan and I didn't dare repeat our experiments. In fact, she seemed to avoid me. But, as I fucked my fist in the shower, I often thought about fingering her little pussy and her sexy cab-driver and daughter-spanking stories. Although her friend Linda Haseltine was apparently ripe for some finger-fucking, she was a real brat and I couldn't stand her. Despite my promise of secrecy, I was tempted to tell my best friend, Tim, about my afternoon adventure with Susan. Maybe it's a good thing I didn't, because my first real sexual obsession turned out to be Tim's sister, Cindy. It all began a few weeks later at Tim's house as I walked by Cindy's room, on my way to the bathroom. I noticed her door was open. As I glanced inside, she was taking off her tee shirt and wearing only a pair of panties. A year earlier, I would have walked on by, dismissing a sister as sexually uninteresting. Now, however, I stopped to see what I could see. Immediately, I noticed Cindy's boyish chest now had a pair of swelling bumps. From across the room, her swollen nipples seemed a little bigger than Susan's, even though Cindy was a year younger. She started to turn around and I ducked back to avoid being seen. But she wasn't heading for the door, just turning to walk into the bathroom that separated her room from Tim's. A few moments later, she walked back into view without a stitch on. I only got a brief glimpse of her hairless little pussy as she crossed my field of view, but my cock really snapped to attention, nearly bursting the zipper on my jeans. I quickly walked into Tim's room and closed the door enough to hide behind and peer back into the hall. A minute later, Cindy came out in her bathing suit and headed downstairs. I continued my trip into the bathroom that Tim and Cindy shared. And there, dangling from the hamper, was the underwear Cindy had just removed. Without thinking, I picked them up and examined them. For some reason, it was exciting to me that her panties were little-girl style -- a flowery cotton print with lace around the legs. Suddenly, I was seized with an inspiration. Unzipping my jeans, I wrapped her panties around my throbbing cock. I was astounded at how the contrast of her schoolgirl underwear against my red and rigid tool made me so hot I felt like I would melt! With only a few strokes, I felt my balls begin to contract in preparation for a tremendous orgasm. I spread Cindy's underpants across my left hand as I continued to piston my peter through my right fist. My knees nearly gave way as I spurted jet after jet of thick white jism across the crotch of her panties. Guiltily, I wadded the soaking cloth into a ball and buried it at the bottom of the hamper. As I did so, I found another pair of her used underpants, which I stuffed in my pocket for later contemplation and masturbation. From then on, whenever I jerked off, there was almost always a pair of Cindy's panties that I had stolen from the clothes hamper in their bathroom that I would use to shoot my gooey teenage cum into. Then I would sneak them back into the hamper next time I was there. Whenever I looked at Cindy, I wondered if she was wearing a pair of panties that at one time had held my semen. After I had done this quite a few times, I was almost sure she was. I became obsessed with the idea that it was too bad they had been washed. Nevertheless, the thought that this naive nine-year-old girl was walking around with the remains of my sex juices rubbing against her hairless little cunt aroused me tremendously. I couldn't stop thinking about the remains of my cock juice millimeters away from her virginal pink canal. I decided there was nothing I wouldn't do to see her in a pair of those panties. Or, especially, to see her remove a pair of those panties and expose her naked little pussy to me while I jerked off in front of her. Increasingly, any time I jerked my cock, I became immersed in fantasy visions of Cindy pulling down her underpants to let me see her immature little pussy. I dreamed that she would slowly pull them down in front, revealing at first the fat, bald lips on either side of her virginal crease. I imagined that then, with a shy smile at me from beneath her blonde bangs and an embarrassed glance at my pounding penis, she would reach between her legs and pull her naked pussy lips apart to show me the glistening insides of her little-girl cunt. For some reason, this fantasy of an innocent little girl showing me her bald treasure was far more exciting than the pictures of wide-open, hairy cunts available in every Penthouse magazine that Tim and I ogled at the downtown magazine stands. Later, I refined these images with the help of Susan's story of Linda Haseltine's demonstration and imagined Cindy putting on a pair of underpants wet with my jism and then stuffing the wet fabric into her hairless little hole under my hot gaze. My shoot-offs with these fantasies were spine-shattering. 7. Encounter With Cindy One night, about two weeks after my panty-soaking began, I stayed overnight at Tim's and Cindy seemed to notice me for the first time. We were all at the dinner table. Tim was talking to his mom and I had glanced across the table at Cindy. She looked at me, and our glances locked for what seemed like minutes. We were both totally out of touch with our surroundings. As l looked into her eyes, my thoughts were of her cotton panties pressed tight against her bald little pussy. Did she know that between her legs, next to her smooth little mound, was soft cotton that had once been soaked with my jism? With my eyes, I told her; over and over again. It was almost as if she understood my thoughts. Then our private tele- pathic conversation was interrupted by her brother's question. "What do you think, Steve?" he asked. I had no idea what he was talking about. I had been isolated in a private sphere with his sister, oblivious to any- thing going on around the table. I noticed that she smiled shyly and then looked away as I stuttered in confusion. Later, Cindy, Tim and I went into the TV room to watch "Nightmare on Elm Street." Their mom had already gone to bed, having finished her customary bottle of wine. Cindy came into the room wearing her nightgown -- a short flannel thing that came down to about mid-thigh. As she lay on her stomach in front of the TV, I got an occasional glance of her panties. After the first couple of glimpses, I recognized her underwear as the flower-print panties I had first squirted my cum into. As Tim and I sat on the couch, I continued to get brief, occasional glances of Cindy's panties as she repositioned herself on the floor. Sometimes I also got a peek of her inner thigh or of her smooth, round buttocks protruding from beneath the leg band. I tried not to make myself obvious when I stole these peeks, unsure of what Tim would do if he caught me eyeing his sister. I was also worried about Tim or Cindy noticing the hardness that was slowly taking over my crotch. But that became less of a problem when Tim got up to go to the bathroom, and I could reach inside the waistband of my jeans to lay my hard-on flat against my stomach. And I guess something stopped being a problem for Cindy too. Because what had been all-too-brief, seemingly accidental peeks at her panties had suddenly become a full spread. Cindy had grabbed a big pillow from the floor and positioned herself over it. In doing so, her nightgown scooted up just below her butt. Her knees were bent slightly as the pillow was under her stomach and I could see a full view of her panties as they covered her butt. I was in heaven! Just as I became sure this exhibition was accidental and that she had no idea she was arousing me, Cindy changed positions again, this time spreading her legs widely apart, giving me a complete view of her crotch. I thought to myself that she had to know what she was showing me! As I stared at the familiar, flower-print cotton stretched across her crotch, I could see the outline of her immature cunt-lips, extending back to merge with her buttocks. I could have sworn I saw a wet spot where her crack was, but I dismissed this as impossible, because she was only nine years old. I desparately wanted to believe that this immature nymph wanted to explore sex as badly as I did. But I knew this was simply impossible. That realization didn't keep me from enjoying the view, however. In a few moments, Cindy shifted her position again, this time completely blocking my view of her scantily-covered crotch. Oh well, for the better, I thought, because Tim came back in the room a second later. Shortly after that, Cindy stood up and announced she would see us both tomorrow and headed off for bed. In a way, I was relieved. I needed to find a quiet place to jack off and would have to wait for Tim to fall asleep before that would be possible. 8. Bathroom Ecstasy It seemed like it was hours before I had the courage to test Tim's slumber, shaking him slightly, asking him if he were still awake. When I was convinced he was sound asleep, I got out of bed, dressed only in my jockey briefs and tee shirt, and quietly walked to the bathroom that separated Tim's room from Cindy's. I hoped there would be a fresh pair of her panties in the hamper. Already, the steamy masturbatory images of little Cindy smiling shyly and showing me her childlike cunt made my underpants stand out in a 6-inch tent before me. I was halfway into the bathroom before I realized Cindy was already in there, wearing only her panties and a bra! "Sorry!," I said starting to back out of the bathroom. My heart nearly stopped when she replied in a conspiratorial whisper, "No, it's okay. I've been waiting for you. Is Tim asleep?" I told her I was pretty sure that he was. I tried not to stare at her or to rub her with my rigid pole as she brushed past me to check for herself. Satisfied that Tim was sleeping soundly, she locked the bathroom door from his side first, then from hers. Turning to me with a shy smile, she whispered, "I know what you have been doing to my panties. Like, at first I was grossed out because I thought it was my brother. But then, when I came into the bathroom just after you used it the other day, I figured it out." I turned bright red with embarrassment, but she quickly said, "But like it's no big deal, you know. I even have been wearing them afterwards, when you did it in the clean ones out of my drawer, just to see how it feels to have a guy's stuff next to me all day." It didn't occur to me until later that I had never touched any panties from her drawer, just the hamper. With the realization that one of my fantasies was about to come true, my dick got tremendously stiff. Seeing her glance at the quaking shape through my briefs, I asked her if she had been putting on a show for me in front of the television. With downcast eyes, she admitted she had. And then she shocked me when she said, "I wanted to pull my panties off and show you everything, but I was afraid Tim would come back too soon." This was simply too much for my crotch to stand, and the resulting jump made my beefy prick protrude through the opening in the front of my underwear. Although I was embarrassed to be showing my cock to this little girl, the gleam in her eyes made me feel more at ease. "Ooooh!" she said, "I hoped I'd get to see your dick!" And she pressed her hand against her crotch as she watched my throbbing peter bob with excitement before her eyes. With typical teenage clumsiness, I asked Cindy if she was a virgin and she said "Well, kind of ..." Not knowing how else to phrase my heartfelt question, I asked if she would like to "do some stuff" with me. She said she wasn't ready to go all the way yet. "But," she said, "I want to watch you squirt your stuff in my panties ... while I'm wearing them." I thought I would shoot off right there. I wanted to ask her if she would stuff the wet cloth into her hole, but I was afraid of scaring her or grossing her out. I was also pretty sure a "kind- of" virgin couldn't stuff anything into her hole. Anyway, I was more than willing to do what she wanted, but we had to figure out how we were going to accomplish this. We couldn't go in her bedroom in case her mom happened to come in for some reason. Finally, we decided the bathroom was best. If we heard her mom enter the bedroom, I could always go out the other door into Tim's room and Cindy's mom would never know. This settled, Cindy sat up on the vanity directly across from the commode. "Well," she said, "you better start doing it before tomorrow gets here already." The moment of truth. Although this was precisely my masturbation fantasy, was I horny enough to drop my drawers in front of a nine-year-old girl and start jacking off while she watched? It seemed perverse, but my cock was stiffer than it had ever been and this was the closest I had ever been to realizing my fantasy of doing it with my best friend's little sister. I slipped my hands under either side of the waistband and dropped my underwear to the floor, stepping out of them. With one hand I began to slowly stroke the length of my cock. With the other, I reached for Cindy's panties, ready to help her out of them. But she pulled away. "I'm not ready for that yet," she told me. I asked her how I was supposed to cum in her panties if she wouldn't let me touch them. She said, "When you're ready to squirt your stuff, I'll pull them out and you can shoot in them." I didn't want to blow my opportunity, so I backed off. But standing in front of her, jacking off and watching myself in the mirror was making me go soft. She noticed, watching my cock intently. "I'm making you nervous, right?" she asked. "Embarrassed is more like it," I answered. "Maybe if I could see your pussy while I do this, it would go better." "Okay, sit over there," she said, nodding toward the toilet. I did as I was told, my cock regaining its rigidity in anticipation of viewing the little girl's cunny again. Once again, as I sat on the commode, I started to stroke my cock. Cindy leaned back against the mirror, reached underneath the leg band of her panties and pulled the crotch to one side, exposing her hairless little slit. She looked up at me as my eyes glowed with animal passion. "It's beautiful," I said. Smiling proudly, she continued to pull her underpants aside, so I could see the soft folds of naked flesh surrounding the faint pink crease that began with a dimple below her navel and disappeared between her buttocks. Holding the panties out of the way with her left hand, she slowly spread her legs. My eyes were riveted on the mesmerizing transformation, as her hairless lips parted and the inside of her slit glistened. As I watched, closely, the tiny bud of her clitoris peeked out from its hood above the folds of wet flesh that hid the gateway to her canal. Braver now, and less inhibited, I reached between my legs and started to rub my balls with my other hand, just like I did when I jacked off alone. Looking up from her winking slit, I saw that she was staring intently at my quaking cock. "What do you think about when you do that?" she asked. I told her that lately I had been thinking about her, just like she was, naked or in panties. Obviously pleased, she said, "And I've been thinking about some stud rubbing his dick and watching me twitch my pussy." When I looked back down, I saw she had extended one of her fingers to tweak the bud above her hole while she watched me. "Oooooh," she said, "I feel like I'm gonna pee and cum at the same time!" I realized that I was dangerously close to blowing my load under the incredible stimulation of this nasty little girl's antics. Desperate to take my mind off her behavior, I suddenly asked her what she would have done if it had been her brother that had been cumming in her panties. "Oh, probably nothing," she said. She explained that it was just kind of inconvenient having her clean panties soiled too (realizing once again then that I hadn't been doing anything to her clean panties). "Once," she whispered, "I spied on Tim in the changing room by our pool. I peeped through a crack in the blinds to watch him jack off." She leered at my pounding cock as she said, "His thing is not as long as yours, but it's thicker." "Anyway," she continued, "I was kinda mad because, just before he came, he turned and shot his stuff into a towel." She continued to rub her clit as she said, "I really wanted to see what it looked like when he squirted his stuff but I only got to see his butt twitch as he got off." Still trying to avoid my imminent eruption, I asked Cindy if she had ever showed another boy her pussy. "One time," she answered, "I got naked and masturbated in my room while I knew Tim was watching through a crack in the bathroom door. He didn't know I was intentionally putting on a show for him." My first thought was that Tim had never told me, but I asked Cindy, "Why did you do that, if you didn't want to do anything with him?" She speeded up the rubbing action of her finger, beginning to dip the tip of her finger into her tiny naked hole. "It made me excited knowing Tim was watching and that he couldn't do anything anyway because Mom was walking around downstairs at the time." "And another time," she continued, "I was on a bus with an old man sitting across from me. He kept smiling at me and we were all by ourselves in the back of the bus. I realized he kept looking down at my legs, especially whenever I crossed them. So I decided to give him a thrill by crossing my legs real high and showing him my panties." "He was real old, with white hair and everything, but his eyes got big and round behind his glasses. He was staring between my legs and acting kinda nervous. I crossed my legs a few more times and he just kept staring at them like there was nothing else in the world. I was feeling real safe, because he couldn't really do anything with the driver and other people sitting up in front of the bus." "In fact, I was feeling so safe that I put both my feet up on the seat and spread my legs a little bit so that old guy could just stare right at my panties. And he really did! It was like my underpants were the most fascinating thing he had ever seen. I could see he had a boner, too, because his pants were like a tent in the front." "For some reason, I decided he would get a super thrill if I showed him the whole thing, so I reached down and pulled my underpants over to one side like I'm doing now. He glanced up at my face and I smiled back at him, to let him know I wanted to show him my pussy. He just jerked his eyes back to my crotch and put his hand down in his lap. I couldn't see what he was doing, but he must have been beating his meat through his pants." "As I watched him massage the lump in his lap, I let my finger drift down and slide up and down the lips. Then I spread my pussy open to show him the inside. Then I stuck the end of my finger into my hole. His eyes got even wider then, and he kinda shook all over. A few minutes later, he got up to leave the bus and he had a big wet spot on the front of his pants. As he walked by me, he said, 'Thank you' real sincerely. I thought I had done my Brownie Scout good deed of the day." I felt myself nearing an explosion as I listened to this story and watched Cindy massage her little clit. She must have sensed it from watching me because she suddenly stood up, holding her legs together at the knees but her feet wide apart, with her knees bent forward. She leaned over me on the commode. She braced herself on the tank with one arm and put her head almost on my shoulder. Staring down at my pounding cock, she pulled the front waistband of her panties away from her body and down. "Just do it in there when you're ready. Soak my pants and my pussy all you want. But don't try and put it in or anything," she cautioned me, as if in hesitant afterthought. "And I want to see it when your cock squirts!" "Here it is!" I said, breaking the near whisper that we had been talking in previously, trying to catch my breath. The first gush of love juice hit off-course, directly in her navel, immediately cascading down her stomach toward the broad, bare area just above the triangle of her bald cunt. As I corrected my aim, the second gush intercepted the first wad on its way down right at about where her little crack began. Then, as my cock pulsed uncontrollably, I half stood and guided it closer to her slit. I'm not sure if she leaned forward or I stood up, but my stiff cock actually touched her crack, the head burrowing slightly between her hairless, little-girl cunt lips as it continued to spew its sperm. As my warm semen squirted into her crack, little Cindy parted her legs at the knees. My cock slipped in its own fluid slowly down her crack. I felt her hole and the head of my dick stopped right over it. I could have driven it in if I wanted to, but I had promised her I wouldn't and I didn't want to mess things up at this point. I looked Cindy directly in the eye as my last few gushes of sperm squirted directly into her cunt! Although she was staring at the action taking place in her crotch, I could see that her eyes were wide and kind of wild-looking. I held my dick there until it was done. Cindy stood up straight and let her panties go back into position. They were dark with wetness all through the crotch and front -- glistening in spots with my cum. She sat back on the sink and spread her legs wide in front of me at about my eye level. Pulling the crotch of her panties back to the side, she inserted the tip of her index finger about halfway into the gooey passage while she vigorously massaged her clit with the other. As she fingered her hole, the jism I had shot into her was oozing out and running down the crack of her ass. Her finger began to move from her cunt to her asshole, slipping a little deeper into each opening as her knees began to sway wider and her eyes rolled back in her head. It was only a few moments until she started to spasm -- her little body shook uncontrollably as she fingered her clit and her hole. It thrilled me to watch this little girl make herself cum in front of me. Even though I had just shot my load, my peter had not gone soft. In fact, under the stimulation of the show Cindy was putting on, it had started getting hard again. In a sudden wave of bravery, I stood between her legs and positioned my cock directly in front of Cindy's wet little slit. She slowly took her finger out of her cunt slot and reached out to touch my hardening dick. She still held her legs wide open and the crotch of her panties gathered off to one side. I followed her lead as she slowly pulled me forward with her slimy hand and placed the head of my cock in the middle of her gushy pussy. I knew I was right over her hole but I didn't push. I waited. Would she change her mind and go all the way? Cindy took the next step herself. She allowed her crotch to slip forward ever so slightly, my cock finding a smooth entrance into her well- lubricated cunt. She stopped just as the head of my hard cock was about to enter her little opening. "Please go easy. If it starts to hurt, stop," she said, looking me once again directly in the eye. I responded with a slight, steady pressure that resulted in a small "pop" as the head of my cock slipped past the ring of the entrance to her canal. I held it there. I couldn't believe how hard it was just to catch my breath to talk. Looking down between us, I was rewarded with an exciting view of my scarlet cock and hairy balls slowly disappearing into her fat little hairless pussy, coated with my come. "Have you ever done this before?" I asked. "Well, sort of," she answered, "but it wasn't very nice." 9. Cindy's Tales I pushed a little more and my cock, its head now fully engulfed in her tight passage, managed to sink in another half inch. I knew I was supposed to be pumping my prick in and out of her little pussy. I wasn't at the point where I could pump yet, I was just trying to get it in so it didn't hurt her. I was sure that once things were "settled," there would be plenty of time for action. Also, there was her brother in the next room; a scream or even a cry of pain may cause an untold reaction. So we talked. That's right -- talked! As she sat on the vanity with her legs spread and my cock about a quarter of the way into her cum-lubricated baby-girl cunt, we held a conversation! She told me about the unpleasant experience that had made her a "sort of" virgin. "I was doing a school project on leaves," she said, "and I wanted to get more leaves than anyone else in the class. I came right home from school one day and rode my bike over to Hillside Park. I thought I could find every kind of tree there." "I found a couple of new leaves, but I thought the best ones were probably back where nobody looked. Even though I still had my school dress on, I began to go back in the corners of the park, where there are lots of bushes. In the second bunch of bushes, I heard someone talking and got curious about what someone else was doing way back there." "As I moved over closer to the sounds, I sorta crouched down, because I didn't want whoever it was to see me. I just wanted to sorta spy on them. As I started to go around this tree with real low limbs, I could see that there was some kind of open area on the other side. Through the limbs, I could see that two people were there, so I kinda squeezed under the branches on my side of the tree and peeked through the branches on the other side." "A man and a woman were there, and I was shocked to see that the woman had no shirt on. The man was talking to her and rubbing her bazooms. This woman had really big bazooms, with great big brown nipples. But her bazooms didn't droop down. They stuck right out from her chest, like she had an invisible bra on. Anyway, I kept looking and the man stopped rubbing her bazooms and started pulling on her nipples. I could see that he was pulling them way out from her bazooms and then letting them go. And I noticed that the woman didn't holler or complain. In fact, she didn't say anything. As he pinched and pulled them, her nipples got bigger and bigger." "I knew I shouldn't be there, but I got afraid that they would hear me if I tried to sneak away. And besides, I've always been real interested in sex. I hoped I would get a chance to see his peter if I stayed." "Anyway, the man kept pulling on those huge nipples. After a few minutes, it was like she had bazooms on the end of her bazooms. Each brown circle had turned into a red-brown mountain. And i could hear that he was talking real dirty to the woman. Like he was saying she had 'great tits' and a 'fuckable mouth.' The woman kind of drifted down on her knees then, and held her bazooms in her hands so the man could keep pulling on her nipples. Her eyes were kinda crazy looking -- real wide. And she was breathing real hard. But she never said a word." "Finally, the man told her to show him how good her mouth was. She moved over to him on her knees and started doing something to his pants. But his back was toward me, so I couldn't see what she was doing. Then she leaned forward and he started to make grunting noises. I heard him tell her she had a big mouth and knew how to use it." "I was so curious to see what she was doing that I moved over closer to the open area. I was probably so interested in seeing what was going on that I forgot to be careful to be quiet. Anyway, about the same time that I could see that the man's cock was sticking out of his pants and the woman was licking it, the man said 'Come on out, little girl.'" "At first I wanted to run, but then I decided that I would be safe because the man already had a girl and the woman wouldn't hurt me. So I stepped out from behind the tree limbs and looked at them curiously." "The man said that I was welcome to come over and watch how a real woman takes care of her man. I was still a little scared, so I only took a step or two closer, so I could get a good look at his cock. And he had a big one, all slick from the woman's licking and with a great big red knob at the end." "Then the man said that he was showing me his cock and his girlfriend was showing me her tits, so I should show them my pussy. Of course, I said no, but I was already thinking about how my pussy was tingling. I thought I might just run away from them and ride my bike home, rubbing my pussy on the bicycle saddle until I got my cum." I interrupted her then to ask how long she had been "getting her cum." Cindy looked down at my prick slowly sliding back into her bare cunny and told me that she had been rubbing her pussy as long as she could remember, and had been able to get her cookies since second grade. "Anyway," she said, "the man told me to come on and pull up my skirt and show them my panties. He said his girlfriend would show me how easy it was. Immediately, the woman stopped licking his dick, stood up and lifted her skirts to show me she wasn't even wearing underpants. But her big bush of hair made me ashamed to show mine." "The man must have known I was thinking something like this, because he said he personally preferred to be able to see the shape of a girl's pussy, rather than have all that hair hiding things. The woman dropped her skirts, got back down on her knees, and started licking his prick again. I really wanted to come closer to see what she was doing and to get a good look at that big thing she had in her hands." "I guess I thought about the old man on the bus then, because I suddenly just decided to show them my underpants, so I pulled my skirt up and let it fall down again. The man told me that was a good start, but I needed to show him my 'naked little cunt' if I was going to stay around to watch him squirt his juice. And that did it, because I had really wanted to see that happen ever since a girlfriend in first grade had told me about seeing her uncle squirt stuff." "So I pulled up my skirt with one hand and pulled down my panties with my other hand and moved over closer to him so he could see it. I felt kinda silly, but the man said that was great and asked if I wanted to touch his cock. Actually, I wanted to see his cock shoot its juice, but I was a little bit interested in how that big old thing might feel, so I nodded." "The woman moved aside and held up her bazooms so the man could pull on her nipples some more. She left that big pole sticking straight out of his pants and waving in the air. When I reached for his prick, my skirt fell down and covered my pussy from his gaze. So then he pulled his prick out of my reach and suggested I pull my underpants down around my knees so I could show myself off with one hand. With one of his hands, the man waved his cock at me in an inviting way. With the other hand, he slowly pulled one of the woman's nipples, then the other." "By now, I just wanted to touch his big thing and see it squirt, so I pulled my underpants all the way down, stepped out of them, and tucked my skirt up into the waistband. Since he could now see my bare pussy, legs, and butt, I counted on him to let me touch his cock and watch it shoot its load. As I stepped near him, he took his hand off his cock so I could reach it." "I reached out a little hesitantly, because I didn't really know what to expect. The man's cock was so big that I couldn't wrap my hand around it. Big veins were sticking out all over it. I was surprised at how hard it was. But the outside skin was warm and soft. I could feel the pulse of his heartbeat as I held his big dick." "Right after I started to touch him, I felt him touch me. I jumped a bit, but he smiled at me and gave me some nice soft strokes on my bottom and my pussy. I took my eyes off his bouncing prick for a few seconds to look down at his big red hand touching my little white pussy real gently." "I guess I decided he'd be OK, so I started to jiggle his cock the way I'd heard it was supposed to be done. I grabbed the outside and moved the skin up toward the end. Then I moved it back toward his belly. I couldn't see his balls, but I was too shy to ask him to take them out for me." "The man told me I was doing a fine 'hand job' and then he said I had a real pretty pussy. I noticed the woman was staring between my legs as the man stroked me there. She spoke up for the first time and said she also thought I had a nice little pussy, and she asked me to stand with my legs apart so she could see it better." "I was still concentrating on the feeling of this grown man's prick in my hand, but I was also flattered that they thought my little pussy was pretty. I shifted my position to adopt a more open stance, and I felt the man's fingers immediately drop between my legs. I also noticed that the woman was now pulling her own nipples with one hand, while the other hand was under her skirt. I guess she was masturbating while she watched the man rub my little slit." "But my attention was mostly on the big chunk of flesh in my hand, and I used my other hand to help out. I was also feeling pretty good because the man's continual stroking motions were making my pussy lips open up. I thought maybe I could get my cum while I jerked this guy off. I was getting used to moving the skin up and down his dick when he started trying to push his finger up my hole." "At first, I was too surprised to do anything. Then, as I felt his finger begin to force its way in, I started to yell. In thinking back on it, I guess he never expected me to be a virgin. But my yelling put an end to the whole party. He looked around like he was real scared, then he tucked his cock back in his pants, grabbed his girlfriend, and hurried out of the park." "I put my underpants back on and rode my bike home fast. That night in the tub, I saw that my pussy was all red. And I never got to see him squirt his stuff!" "Well," I said, "you got to see me squirt my stuff a while ago. And now you also know that not everything that gets stuck into your pussy hurts."