From ???@??? Fri Oct 06 23:42:30 1995
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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."