Chapter 8 - Mf
Erin was, fortunately, completely under the covers when her mother opened the door in the morning to wake her, and so she didn't notice her daughter was in bed without any clothes on. She came awake to her mother's voice, "C'mon kiddo, time to wake up," and Erin's first thought was time to go see John...
more orgasms....
She opened her eyes and answered "Ok mom," and as soon as her mother walked away, she jumped up and found her night clothes and put them back on. She went into her bathroom, locked the door, and pulled her panties down to examine her vagina in the mirror. It looked normal, no redness. She touched her clit, giving it a few rubs, giving her
goosebumps, I'll see John soon, and she smiled, she was so excited.
She washed her face, brushed her hair and teeth, threw on some sweats and clean panties, and was ready ahead of
schedule before her mother. "Hey mom want me to just walk over now?" he called to her, as she was finishing with her hair.
"No, I'll just be a minute, I'll make sure you get there ok."
She internally grunted in impatience... but she turned on the TV and waited, not really seeing whatever was on. She was thinking about that wonderful feeling. About John teaching her, and how he said he enjoyed teaching her new things. Her private place was beginning to feel warm.
Finally it was 7 o'clock, and her Mom was ready. Erin walked quickly across their front yards to John's front door as her Mom got in her car,
she rang his doorbell, and John opened the door and leaned out and waved to her mom as Erin went aside. Waving back, she then put the car in reverse and backed down the driveway, leaving her daughter with her trusted neighbor.
John was happy to see his little Erin, as usual, and today he was extra curious about what she'd done last night, if he'd gotten her worked up enough to prompt her to explore herself.
He closed the door and locked it, and turned to her, she was smiling at him. "Good morning sweetie, did you have a good night?" And she giggled, dropped her day bag, and ran to him, hugging him.
He bent down and hugged her back, genuinely smiling. He said "It looks like you did, sweetie... let's sit on the couch and you can tell me all about it."
"Ok."
She raced to the living room and plopped down in her spot, and he sat next to her so their knees were touching. Erin felt that feeling... she wanted to kiss him... but he didn't lean in, so she felt like she should wait. "So what happened last night, sweetie?" he asked her, meeting her eyes.
Erin took a deep breath... she was so excited to share this... "Weeeellll.... when I left yesterday I was thinking about you a lot and what we did and how you kissed me down there and then I was in the shower and I was still thinking about you and then I touched my private place and I was like OMG SO GOOD and I started rubbing myself down there and it felt so good like you said it would and then I had an orgasm ALL BY MYSELF! And then later in bed I did it again and I was rubbing that spot again and I was getting it slippery from my mouth and my hole down at the bottom and I started thinking about the hard thing as I rubbed and then I touched my nipples and THAT felt good and all of a sudden I got ANOTHER orgasm." And John was looking at her wide eyed while processing all that, she spit it all out so fast, and she finished her story and just looked at him, smiling.
And she didn't even need any ecstasy, today.
"Sweetie, that is amazing, I am so proud of you," and he hugged her, and she felt his love and acceptance spread through her body. "I wish I could have watched you making yourself feel good," he whispered in her ear. He looked into her yes, only inches away, and leaned in for a kiss. She closed her eyes and kissed him back...
finally, she thought.
John was kissing her softly, and Erin was the first to use her tongue, he felt her lick his lips and slide it into his mouth, and she moaned when he licked her tongue back.
She is a really good kisser already, he thought, as they made out like a couple of teenagers. He was holding her as they kissed, caressing her body, he could feel her moving herself toward him, she wanted him to touch her in more intimate places, but he teased.
We have all day. Her hand was caressing his chest and stomach, and went lower... it was now resting on his lap, right next to where his hard thing... his obviously erect penis, was tenting in his sweatpants. His heart was racing in anticipation... he knew she would be getting him off, soon, finally. No blue balls, today. But she seemed shy, reluctant to cross this line, to touch it, she didn't move her hand to touch him.
But now she had excited him, and he touched her. His hand slid over her chest, and she gasped into his mouth as he rubbed her erect nipples through her tshirt.
Ah yes, she mentioned her nipples were sensitive, too, and he concentrated on them, flicking them with his fingertips.
Erin loved it, her head already swirly from their kisses, and the heat of the hard thing right next to her hand, and now he was playing with her nipples... it felt soooo good and there seemed to be an electric wire between her nipples and her private place. Every time he rubbed them, she felt it twinge down there. She was getting very warm between her legs. She was now moaning into his mouth as they kissed.
And John loved it.... he loved making a little 2nd grader moan with sexual pleasure, and he loved that she apparently enjoyed masturbating while thinking of him. Her education was coming along just fine. He shifted his body, he was now on his knees looming above her, holding on to the back of the couch with one hand, his other sliding down her tummy as she leaned into the arm of the couch. She felt his hand, where it was going...
finally... and her legs were already spread when he got there. He held her vulva in the palm of his hand, firmly, and little Erin moaned in his mouth.
Too many clothes, he thought, and raised his hand up and slipped his fingers under the waistband of her sweats, and then her panties, and down, until he felt her hot little pussy right against his hand. She gasped, and he broke their kiss to look at her... she was looking at him with wide eyes, almost desperately.
Without breaking his gaze with her he slid his middle finger between her lips...
wow... already wet.... and stroked her pussy up and down, slowly. She was thrusting her hips at him at the same time she was trying to kiss him... he pulled his head back, just out of reach, teasing.
"Please..." Erin whimpered.
"Yes?" he asked softly, caressing her pussy.
"Please kiss me...." and he leaned in and kissed her hard, invading her mouth with his tongue, and his finger found her clit, causing her to moan louder.
And then she pulled her head from him, trying to speak... "N... no...."
Uh oh, he thought. Second thoughts.
He eased his assault with his fingers, "What is it, sweetie?" he asked.
"No... I meant... I meant kiss me... down there...."
And he smiled at her, and she just looked back at him with naked hunger. He dropped off the couch before her, and she lifted her butt as he pulled her sweats and panties down at the same time, and threw them aside. Her mother wasn't even at work yet and John was already tasting
Erin's young pussy for the first time, today. She hadn't just come out of the pool, this time... her natural taste was more
pronounced, and John loved it. And he did find her lubricating, the taste when
slipped his tongue inside her vagina had more tang to it. This is the wettest young girl I've ever licked, he thought, proceeding to eat her alive. She was squirming and thrashing and squeezing his head with her
skinny thighs, and when she wasn't covering his ears with them he heard her moaning. He glanced up at her, she was looking back down at him, and she had her tshirt pulled up and she was pinching her hard nipples. Making eye contact seemed to be a trigger... she called out as if surprised, and suddenly was bucking her pussy at his tongue, in the throes of
an orgasm. He held her up by her bare ass and held her pussy to his mouth... she is so small, so
light... and didn't let up for a couple minutes, until she had tears in her eyes from the painful excess of pleasure.
He returned her to the couch, and wiped his wet chin on her inner thigh, and sat back next to her. He pulled her over and she hugged him, and he held her as she recovered.
And after a few minutes she opened her eyes, and saw she was looking down at his lap, right at the hard thing, tenting his sweatpants. Without thinking she put her hand on it, she heard John gasp. "Is it ok? Can I?" she asked.
"Yes sweetie."
And she wrapped her hand around it, the thing in his sweats, and gripped it for what he thought was the first time. Again she felt it's length, explored it. He asked her, "Do you want to see it?" and she nodded her head against his chest. "Say it, sweetie."
"I want to see it," in her small voice.
John reached down, grabbed the elastic waistband, and pulled his sweats down under his hard cock and balls in one quick movement.
Erin gasped, it was so big, so hard, it looked angry. And she felt a chill go from her head to her toes. "Is... this is... your private place?" she asked.
He smiled down at the back of her head, this sweet, innocent girl, he thought. "Yes sweetie, it is my cock. It is what boys have instead of a pussy, which is the name of your private place."
"Your cock," said, her fingers reaching for it... "Is it.. ok if I touch it?"
"Yes sweetie, I would like that," and she did. As she explored it, gripping it here, feeling it there, feeling it throb in her hand, "So when you touch and lick my private place, that's my pussy? Orgasms come from my pussy?"
"Yes baby... your pussy, more or less... I can teach you what all the different parts are... here, stroke me, like this... this is what feels good for me," and he took her hand and he taught her how to stroke him how he liked.
Erin was fascinated by this. It was so hard, but the skin moved over it. At the end it looked kind of like a hat, and it was a little thicker right there, around the ridge. Her fingers couldn't even wrap all the way around it. When her hand moved under that part John always moaned a little. Down at the bottom there was the round thing, she put her hands on it. John inhaled through his teeth, "Be very gentle with those baby, they are very sensitive."
"Is that your cock too?" she asked, feeling them... it felt like... two little balls inside a bag?
"No baby those are my balls, it feels nice when you touch them but you can't be mean to them."
"Ok," and she continued stroking and exploring him.
John was loving this. She still needed practice, but her small hand felt VERY nice giving him the first hand job of her life.
He looked at her and pulled her tshirt off over her head, so she was only wearing socks, now, and she went back to stroking him.
He started caressing her back, down to her ass. She was kneeling on the couch
next to him so he felt her small butt cheeks and his fingers slid down to her
vagina from behind, he felt her still slick, inside. She gave a small moan as he slid a finger inside her, and she instinctively stroked him faster. She also gripped him harder. "Easy sweetie, don't grip me so hard."
"Oh, sorry," and she eased her grip, stroking, as he stimulated her, running his wet finger now softly over her butthole, gently, almost tickling it, causing little Erin to gasp.
OMG even THAT feels good, she thought.
John felt it. He was so pent-up from the last couple days, he felt the first twinges of his orgasm. "Baby, that feels great, you are doing such a good job, I am going to have an orgasm soon, but..."
Erin giggled, stroking him a little faster, she wanted him to feel good, too.
"But.... it is different when a man has an orgasm. He feels as great as a woman does, but he also shoots a liquid out of his cock at the same time."
"Really?" stroking.
"Yeah."
"Why? Is it pee?"
"No baby, it isn't pee... when it shoots inside a girl it is to try and make a baby."
"Inside the girl? How?" Completely innocent.
"In her vagina.... baby you are getting me close.... it will just shoot on you this time.... most girls like it... don't be afraid, ok?" So close.
"Ok John... I am ready... go ahead and shoot it on me."
And at hearing her say those particular words, he did.
Erin felt him clench up, and she saw his balls get smaller and harder down there, and all of a sudden a rope of white liquid shot out of the tip of his cock as John groaned, and got her hand all wet where she was gripping him. Then another spurt came out, and this one shot all the way up and she felt it hit her cheek, it felt so warm and wet there. And then another, and another, landing on his tummy and on her hand and on his balls. By the time he told her to stop stroking him her hand was all wet and slimy.
This was so weird! she thought with a smile.
John was breathing hard and groaning... "oh my god Erin, that was so good, thank you..."
"Did I give you a good orgasm, John?"
"Oh my god YES baby, you gave me a great one," and he smiled at her, and she smiled back. She felt really happy that she was able to give him a good orgasm like the ones he gave her. She liked giving him orgasms.
She held up her wet hand, "So what is this stuff, again? Babies?"
"No sweetie, it is what makes babies, when it goes inside a girl's vagina."
"Oh, in her vagina. Where's that?"
He blinked at her... "Oh... her pussy. That hole in your pussy. That's your vagina."
"Oh... that is what that hole is called?" she asked, remembering how she stuck her fingers in it last night.
"Yes sweetie."
"Ok. So if this goes in my vagina, then it turns into a baby?" she asked, examining it.
"More or less, sweetie... we can discuss it more later, if you want."
"So.... do I just wipe it off, then?" she asked, gesturing toward her hand.
"Well, you can, but usually if the girl really likes the guy she licks it and swallows it, so she can show him how much she cares for him."
"Really?"
"Yeppers."
"What does it taste like?"
"I've heard it tastes kind of like salty milk," he heard a girl say that in a video, once. "There isn't a strong taste, usually. It doesn't taste good or bad. The girl just eats it to show how much she likes the guy."
"Oh." And at that, she licked the back of her hand that was coated with his cum, tasting semen for the first time in her life.
Wow, he thought. She's eating my cum. I gave her her first kiss two days ago.
He saw her tasting it, thinking about it, working it around on her tongue.
"Hmmm," she said. "It's kinda slimy. And yah it is salty. But it isn't bad... so girls eat this from a guy to show how much she likes him?"
"Yes sweetie, usually. I know it would mean a lot to me if you licked it all up."
"Oh. Ok." And without hesitation she started licking her fingers, licking his cum and confused sperm off of her hand like she was licking a dripping ice cream cone, swallowing every time. And she finished and examined her hand all around, and looked at his deflating cock... "Even there," she asked?
"That means the most, baby, if you clean a guy's cock with your tongue."
"Ok." And she bent over, and started licking him, and for the first time in her young life her tongue licked a man's cock. John kept his genitals trimmed up for moments such as these, so there were no issues with her getting gross pubes in her mouth. She turned his cock over and around in her hand, licking it clean, and even licked the bit of cum that had dripped down to his balls. He'd cum a lot.
When she has satisfied with her work she popped up and looked at him, "All done," she smiled. And he looked at her, and put his finger on her cheek, "You've still got a little... right... there..." and he wiped the last of his cum off of her face, and showed her. She opened her mouth like a baby bird, and he put his finger on her tongue and she licked it off and made a show of swallowing it.
"Sweetie you are amazing. You did such a good job."
"Did I? I really do like you and I wanted to show you," and at that she blushed, for some reason admitting that made her feel vulnerable.
John sensed her vulnerability, and looked at her, this little naked 8 year old girl wearing only ankle socks,
now curled up on his lap, who just gave him a hand job and then ate all the cum. "Let's cuddle," he said.
"Ok."
John kicked off his sweats and took off his tshirt, grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch, lied on his back and pulled her on top of him, her head on his chest, her legs straddling his leg and both naked, he covered them up. He suspected she would have questions, and she did.
"So... that thing was your cock... your private area."
"Yes, it is also called a penis, if you are talking to your parents or a teacher, but when a boyfriend and girlfriend are playing with each other, you can call it a cock. It actually has lots of names."
"Ok." She considered this. "And my private area is called my pussy?"
"Yes."
"Or my vagina?"
"Well, it also has a lot of names. Technically just the hole is called the vagina, but sometimes people just say 'vagina' and mean the entire thing, with your lips, and your clit."
Erin knew what he meant by her lips, she thought they looked like that, too, down there. "What's a clit?"
"That's the little bump at the top of your pussy... for most girls that is her most sensitive spot."
"Yeah, it sure is," she said to him, smiling. And she yawned. She'd had a restless night, and a physical morning.
John was caressing her back. "Yes sweetie... I like kissing you there. You really seem to enjoy it."
"Yeah it feels sooo good when you do," her eyelids getting heavy. John heard the fatigue in her voice, he felt it too, he hadn't slept in almost 20 hours, and just ejaculated all over Erin. "So that stuff makes a baby....." and she trailed off before she could finish her thought, and John heard her breathing become deep and regular. He pulled the blanket up higher on her back to keep her warm, wrapped his arm around her, and closed his eyes, too.
Erin woke up at almost noon feeling hungry.