JUST BE NICE
Chapter 5
Moving On
Once they’ve started the kids look for every chance to do it. bg
I woke up in the middle of the night. I had been dreaming with visions of Becky naked with an occasional glimpse of Alicia and Kim, the only other girls I had seen naked. My dick was hard as a rock and poking out of the thin shorts I slept in. I was right on the verge of a wet dream and grabbed my cock just in time to direct several little drops on my stomach.
Considering I had come already that afternoon, it was kind of a surprise. But then since I started making little drops of come I was constantly horny and recovered quickly. As I wiped the thin drops I began planning to visit Becky again later in the day. I was beginning to feel like a real stud; I had fucked two girls. I dropped off to sleep with a smile on my face.
It was later in the morning when I woke up. My mom was calling my name at the door. “The phone’s for you,” she said. I got up being careful to hide my morning wood in my shorts and took the phone in the hallway.
“Hi,” said the voice on the other end; it was Becky. “You didn’t come over yesterday,” she said quietly.
“Umm, I had some stuff to do,” I stammered. I couldn’t tell her, of course that I had been with another girl. And then I realized I missed her after only one day. “But I was planning on coming over today,” I added quickly.
“Oh, good,” she sounded almost relieved. “Mom’s working the dinner shift this evening but you can come over earlier if you want.”
I was still a little foggy from sleep. “Umm, yeah; I need to clean up my room so I’ll come over after lunch.” I was really hoping I wouldn’t have long before Becky’s mom left for work. As it happened I stalled a little until the middle of the afternoon and Becky’s mom was just leaving as I got there.
“I’m going in a little early,” she announced, “They need some help setting up for dinner. Lunch was really busy. You can stay for dinner if you want; I made a casserole Becky’s going to put in the oven. I might be late and I know she’d like the company.” The lady wiggled her eyebrows and gave me a smile. “Did she know?” I wondered, “Could she tell that Becky and I had done it, gone all the way?”
Becky was in the kitchen putting dishes away when I walked in. She turned and smiled at me. I felt something flutter. Her hair was clean and brushed. She was wearing yellow shorts and a tube top that displayed the small points on her chest and she was barefooted. I stepped over in front of her and her face glowed and her eyes shined brightly. “The kids are outside,” she said. I took the hind and stepped up putting my arms around her and kissing her gently on the lips. I felt my dick go instantly hard and pulled her against me.
“How long are they going to be out?” I asked, knowing she could feel my arousal.
“I have to bring them in pretty soon; it’s getting really hot,” she said. “But I can send them to their room,” she added with a little grin. I smiled back and kissed her again letting a hand drop to her round firm bottom and pulling her against me. She leaned her face back grinning but didn’t pull her pelvis away from mine letting my hard on press against her. Then she pulled away and pushed me back. She went to the back door and called the kids in.
“You kids have to come in now, it’s getting too hot to be outside,” Becky instructed. The trio came thundering past her acknowledged my presence and descended on the pitcher of Kool-Aid. They downed a couple of glasses each leaving the tell-tale fruit mustache on their lips before trooping noisily into the back bedroom.
“Finally,” Becky said, leading me into her mother’s room and turning around to face me after closing the door. “They won’t bother us now.” She stood still for a moment as if waiting for something. I took her hand and pulled her to me and kissed her. Making out was really new to both of us, but we both liked it. The more we kissed the better it got. I let my lips part slightly and felt hers do the same and slowly let the tip of my tongue sneak through. My dick got quickly hard and I felt her breathing increase. I wanted to keep making out but I really wanted to do what we’d done before and I sensed she did, too. Stepping back a little I reached up put my fingers under the edge of her tube top and wiggled it up over her shoulders and arms baring the little points on her chest.
She tracked my eyes to her chest and smiled then reached for my shirt doing the same as I had done. When both of our chests were bare I pulled her to me again wanting to feel those points against my bare chest. We kissed once again and I reached down and undid the snap on her shorts, pulled the zip, then slowly slid them over her hips and down exposing snug, blue flowered panties. Becky hardly hesitated before she copied my moves dropping my cut-off Levis to the floor.
My dick was pointing up tenting my white jockey shorts threatening to escape. Becky rested her hand on the bulge as I slipped my thumbs under the elastic of her panties. I tugged them down as she grappled doing the same to my under shorts. As soon as it was bared I cupped my fingers over the downy mound and felt the little nub of skin. It was hard standing out not unlike my dick that Becky now had in her hand.
We had never undressed each other like that before and it had made us incredibly horny. I rubbed her nub and felt moisture below it and plunged a finger into her wet abyss. She gasped spreading her legs and flexed her hips trying to hump my hand. Her fingers moved clumsily on my dick. She turned and led me to her mother’s bed, sat on the edge and pushed her legs up spreading them in an erotic invitation. I wasted little time aiming at the target and hesitating only long enough to wet the tip of my turgid dick then plunged it slowly and steadily into Becky’s tight sex.
Desire had building in us both since we had done it last and I leaned over her and began plunging in deeply, pulling back quickly and plunging in again. I watched the hungry look on her face as we fucked harder and faster. Her hands were on my arms; I could feel her legs around me and I worked harder and faster like a freight train and then exploded pouring copious amount of boy come in to my pre-teen lover.
Becky’s eyes were wide when she felt my member spasm inside her and warm her womb with my come. I kept going hoping my hard on would last long enough to bring her off. Her knees were still up and her heels were on the edge of the bed. With my feet on the floor and leaning over her on outstretched arms I kept pumping. Then Becky threw her head back and he eyes closed as a gasp slipped out of her throat and I felt a shiver go through her body, and then another, and then another. Then her body went limp and I let mine sag over her.
After a couple of minutes I sort of sat up and let our sweaty bodies separate. Becky’s eyes came open and she smiled slightly as I reached down and gripped the base of my dick to prevent any thin boy come from leaking out. She scooted sideways, reached for a tissue box, handing me some before she pressed several sheets to her crack. We didn’t need to say anything. We both knew we’d just had the most incredible sex of our young lives. I would never have dreamed I would get the chance to do it barely into my teen years. And Becky wasn’t even twelve and yet her body was taking me in a responding like an experienced lover.
We lie quietly for a few minutes letting the sweat help cool our heated bodies. I ran my fingers over Becky’s naked body, touching and circling the little dime sized nipples poking up from the tiny cones. Then gradually letting my fingers trace down her front past her navel and slowing just above her prominent mound. I could feel the slight fuzzy down and the start of a few stiffer pubes just above her slit. When I touched the little finger of flesh Becky took in a breath of air. When I pressed against it Becky let her legs widen a little.
All I knew about this part of the female anatomy was what I had learned on the playground and in the locker room. But I had discovered Becky was really sensitive there and liked it when I touched it. So I rubbed gently causing the girl to roll her hips to my hand. The more I rubbed the wider she spread her legs and arched up to meet my hand. My middle finger probed where my dick had been a few minutes ago. Becky’s eyes were closed and her breathing came in gasps then she began reaching for my dick. I knew what she wanted and rolled over between her legs.
My dick slid in easily despite her tightness; slowly in then back and slowly in again. We had both been in a hurry the first time. But since I had already come once I could hold out much longer and we commenced a slow steady fuck; sliding slowly in almost to my pubic bone then backing slowly and in again. I pressed upward hoping to rub the spot that she liked then in a moment of inspiration I pulled out and turned her over. She looked at my questioningly until she decided what I was doing then lay face down on the bed with her firm tight globes in the air.
I stepped up behind like I had seen pictures of in a magazine and slowly mounted her again. This time I was able to reach around, find her clit, and massage it with my strokes. Becky started moaning slightly and I was worried the kids would hear. The friction and sensation quickly took over; I felt her shiver and then felt another salvo of thin boy come launch from my loins. I kept pounding as long as I could, until my unit gave out and began to shrink. We repeated the tissue procedure even though my issue was much less.
We grinned at each other afterword and I kissed her gently. “We better get dressed before the kids come knocking,” she said quietly and reluctantly we collected our clothes. After dressing slowly we opened the door and moved out into the living room. Becky headed for the bathroom I assumed to blot the small amount of issue that I was able to leave in her. “Go in and tell the kids to clean up and start getting ready for dinner,” Becky said. Then as an afterthought she added, “You’ll probably interrupt what they’re doing and have tell them to put their clothes on.” She grinned at me as she turned to the bathroom.
Becky obviously knew the kids well. When I opened the door Emily was sitting on a lower bunk totally naked her hand between her chubby thighs. She was watching with interest as her little brother, Kenny lay across the bed beside her on his chest and elbows while Darrell, the oldest of the trio was draped across the boy’s back. Both boys were equally naked and the position of the nine-year-olds naked butt suggested he had his little dick in the younger boy’s butt or was at least trying to put it there. The girl’s eyes went wide when she saw me but it was few more seconds before her gasp registered with the boys and they pulled apart and turned around sheepishly.
Both little boys’ dicks were standing up stiffly and all three looked instantly guilty; the boys dropping their hands to cover themselves. “Umm, we were just playing…” Darrell started to stammer.
“I saw what you were doing,” I said. “It’s OK; I won’t tell anyone, and I’ve seen you all naked before.” The trio glanced at each other looking relieved. “Becky says to get dressed and washed up for dinner.” Darrell flashed a little grin and tugged at his wilting unit. I backed out of the room and made my own move to the bathroom as Becky attended the casserole that her mom had left in the oven.
Just as I entered the bathroom and started to step over to the toilet, Darrell the nine-year-old that I had just interrupted came through the door closed it behind him and stepped up beside me. “I need to pee too,” he said and stepped up to the toilet.
“Go ahead,” I said, as I started to unsnap my shorts. The boy quickly pushed down the front of his shorts baring his now soft little penis.
“You really won’t tell anyone what we were doing?” he asked as a little stream began trickling from his tiny knob. I shook my head and started my own stream. “I don’t want to get in trouble,” he added.
“Nah, you were just playing around; it’s ok, kids do it all the time,” I reassured him.
“Yeah, we like to; but I’m kind of older than them,” the boy said, beginning to shake the last drops from his soft weenie. “Were you and Becky playing around, too, in there?” he asked, looking squarely at my still streaming unit.
“Nah, we were playing a game and just talking.” I lied.
“She really likes you; she probably would. I’ve seen her naked,” he added, “When we were changing and stuff.”
I noticed that the boy was making no effort to cover up or put his dick away. Rather he was staring at mine and slowly coaxing it back to a semi-stiff state. It was becoming obvious that at nine years old this boy was already getting interested in sex. “Yours is really big?” he said, as he lightly stroked himself not caring that I was watching.
I wasn’t sure why I did it but as I shook off the remarking drops I pulled the front of my shorts down a little more letting my semi soft penis fall out. “Yeah it’s big like my uncle’s,” he said bending closer to look, “And like the handicapped kid down the street; lots of hair.” His little dick began to swell and I realized we had taken several minutes and pulled up and zipped up encouraging him to do the same.
“Maybe you’ll show me again sometime,” he whispered as we opened the door and joined the others in the kitchen. I decided that even at nine this boy might be more interested in boys than girls.
Five kids from seven to thirteen made quick work of the casserole along with cookies and lemonade. There was the usual exchange of chatter and aside from an occasional glance from Becky there was no mention or even a suggestion of the sex we had all enjoyed. The three younger kids seemed to take it all in stride as a normal day’s play.
Becky’s mom arrived as we were cleaning up the dishes. “So did everything go OK?” she questioned to me and Becky. “Did the little demons behave?” We both nodded and assured her all went fine. I smiled to myself thinking about the unbridled sex Becky and I had enjoyed and the play of the younger ones.
“I just work the breakfast shift tomorrow,” Becky’s mom volunteered, “So I’ll be home early, but you can come over anyway if you want. And I’ll be working a long one the next day so I’m sure Becky would like the company then.” I nodded suggesting I would for sure come over the next day, getting a sly look from Becky.
The lady grinned at me as a stood to leave. “Well I hope you had a good time today.” Then with a wink she added, “And I’m sure you did.”
On the way home I kept asking myself; “Does she know what we did? How would she? Does she think we just mess around or does she know we did it ‘all the way’? Is she really that liberal? My parents don’t even think I know about it or at least ignore it. What would happen if they found out?”
“So did you have a nice time, dear?” my mom said as I arrived home. I nodded that I had thinking, “if she only knew”. “Well it’s good of you to be nice to Becky. I know her mom appreciates it.” With that we said good night and I was off to bed. Lying in bed my mixed feelings began to subside. I pictured Becky naked again and all the concerns seemed to fade and I got hard again. I smiled at myself; horny again after getting off a couple of times this afternoon.
I drifted off to sleep thinking about my good fortune and a collage of dreams scrolled through my mind. It was happening again. People came and went in the dream and they were all naked and we were all together. I could see Alicia and Riley as I fucked her and then I even imagined doing Kim, Riley’s little sister. But then I would revert back to Becky and it was relief, like coming home. I even dreamed of lying naked while Darrell and Becky’s little brother and sister fondled me, but then went right back to Becky and could almost feel her warm, tight body clamping my dick.
I woke with a start almost ready to come; a wet dream. I quickly grabbed a tissue from the table next to the bed and covered my dick just in time to catch several spurts of creamy boy come. After blotting the stickiness from my organ I tossed the tissue where I could retrieve and dispose of it in the morning. It had been a while since I had left a little spot in my pajamas after a vivid dream. A few months ago the only sex I had experienced was with my own hand and an occasional session with my friend Riley. Now I was thinking about it all the time and looking forward to the next opportunity. But it all seemed to go back to Becky.
Sex was good any time I could enjoy it, I decided. But with Becky it was different. We seemed to fit together and think alike. I found myself wondering; was I in love with her? Can a fourteen-year-old in the eighth grade be in love with a girl not yet twelve? I drifted off to sleep again, happy but confused.
The next day Riley came over to my house. We’re just hanging out in my bedroom and whispering about our latest sexual exploits when my dad came home early. He and my mom announced they were leaving and went somewhere; to do some business they said. That left Riley and he immediately wanted details on my latest experience and I wanted to hear about his. In a few seconds our dicks were out and enjoying the accompanying masturbation. After my parents returned and Riley left I was informed we were going to go across town in the morning. I still didn’t think anything about it until we drove into a new subdivision on the edge of town and parked in front of an almost finished house under construction.
“Well what do you think?” my dad said, sort of beaming. “This is our new house.” We got out and I quickly explored all around and inside. I was getting as excited as they were. It was new and bigger and I would have my own bathroom and a big backyard. There would be new schools, a park a couple of blocks away and a patch of woods a little ways away. There was a nice big living room, a modern kitchen and a dining room for mom. There was room for a small workshop in the back of the garage for dad. Then it hit me. I would be moving away from Becky.
I tried very hard over the weekend to not to let the pit in my stomach cast a shadow on my parent’s excitement. But finally my mom picked up on my problem and said; “You don’t need to be upset at leaving your friends. It’s just across town and you’ll be able to see them. You can have them sleep over on the weekends.
Then without thinking I blurted, “Becky, too?” My mom looked at me curiously for a few seconds.
“Umm, I guess so, umm we can arrange that. We’ll have a spare room.” She looked at me a little longer as if she was just realizing that Becky was a girl and I was a boy and we had become friends. I have no idea if she considered it being anything else as she quickly went on to something else.
Knowing the next week would be a whirlwind of packing and preparation for moving, I had to tell Becky as soon as I could. Finally the next day our move was set and I walked over to her house. She met me at the door with a ‘something’s up’ look. I tried to be excited as I told her giving a description of our new house. But I could see sadness drop over her face like pulling a shade against the sun. When dark shadows finally covered her normally shining countenance tears began to well up in her eyes. Her mom came in from the kitchen just as Becky bolted for her bedroom.
Becky’s mom looked at her daughter’s exit and then back at me. I quickly relayed our prospective move and went on trying to be excited about our new house. The lady looked at me smiling. “Good for you; that’ll be really nice. But now I know what’s wrong with Becky. I’ll talk to her.” And she got up, gave me a pat on the shoulder and walked into the bedroom after Becky.
After a few minutes Becky came back out and sat down; her mom nodded at me and disappeared into the kitchen. Becky looked at me her eyes a little puffy. “I’m sorry; I’m happy for you, I mean getting a new house and all…it’s just…you’re moving away and we won’t get to see each other. And I just…I mean…we’re sort of...”
I cut her off. “We’ll still see each other. It’s only across town. I can take the bus over here and you can come over and stay…my mom even said it was OK.” Becky looked a little surprised. “Well you’d have to sleep in the spare room,” I added and we chuckled.
Just then Becky’s mom appeared. “I’m going to run to the store,” she announced. “The kids are down at Kenny’s and I’ll be back in an hour or so.” She turned and we heard her old car fire up.
I reached over and took Becky’s hand. “It’s a really nice house,” I offered, but I really don’t want to move. I want to keep seeing you.” Becky shrugged sadly. “I’ve never had a girlfriend before.” When she turned I looked into her eyes.
“Am I really your girlfriend?” she asked with wide eyes.
“Yes… and…I love you.” There, I had said it. She melted into my arms and I kissed her firmly on the mouth. Our lips parted and we traded tongues.
“I like having you for a boyfriend,” she whispered when we came up for air. “And I like, you know, doing it with you, even though I know we’ll have to be careful pretty soon or I might get pregnant.”
“And I really like doing it with you,” I said. We looked at each other with mutual lust. “Do we have time?” I asked.
“If we hurry,” she said. “Let’s go in my room.” I followed her in the small crowded bedroom that she shared with her younger brother and sister. We closed the door and she sat on the edge of the full size bed opposite the bunks her siblings shared and quickly pulled off her shorts and panties. I pushed my cut-offs to the floor and moved to side of the bed as Becky lay back and spread her legs lifting her knees as she did. With her fingers she spread her hairless pussy lips exposing the inviting pink crevice. I quickly located the hole and rested my tip at the entrance.
I looked up at Becky’s anxious face as my tip passed through the opening. We held each other’s eyes as I slowly pressed in to her tight wet tunnel. She pulled her hands away and I kept pressing until I was fully imbedded. I held still for just a moment then as lust took charge of us I began humping faster and harder. Becky groaned her approval and wrapped her legs around me. I plunged hard and fast and then exploded and kept going until I felt a spasm go through her and heard her gasp.
It was our first experience with a quickie though neither of us knew the term. We just knew we had to hurry before Becky’s mom got back. I often suspected the lady had deliberately left us alone after the bad news assuming Becky and I would talk through it. I don’t know if she suspected how we discussed but never resolved the issue. After she got back and I helped her carry in some groceries.
“Well I know Becky’s upset,” she offered when we were outside at the car, “And it’ll be hard for both of you. But you’ll both have to adapt.” Then she said, “Since you’re moving so soon, I’m going to working late one night and I’ll see if your folks will let you come over and maybe stay a little later.” She gave me a knowing grin as we carried grocery bags into the house.
The next few days were a whirlwind of sorting, packing and getting ready to move. A few days before the moving van was to arrive my mom announced she had a phone call from Becky’s mom. She was working the dinner shift and asked if I would stay with Becky and the kids and then, as a little going away party, she would take us to a movie at the drive-in after she got home. It would make it late but my mom had taken pity and allowed me to be out that late.
I arrived around four-thirty, showered and dressed in nice shorts, a polo shirt, and sneakers with socks. Becky was wearing a white skirt and a yellow sleeveless knit top and sandals. Her hair was washed and nicely brushed and I detected a hint of make-up. “Mom doesn’t have to stay the whole shift,” she announced, “But it doesn’t even get dark until around eight.” I could sense some pent up emotion in her voice not unlike I was feeling.
The younger kids were on the sofa watching the aging TV. They were glued to the set and taking no notice of my arrival. Becky guided me in the kitchen and poured some lemonade. “I can’t believe your moving, when things were going so well,” she said leaning back with one arm over her chest and sipping the cool liquid. “And tonight is our last night.” Her eyes began to well up and she turned away. I sat my drink down and moved up behind her, putting my arms around her.
“Not really,” I said, “It’s just across town. We can still be together, just not as often.” I pressed against her back and bent my head pressing my lips to her neck. My hands found the hem of her knit top and one slid up over her bare midriff. Her head leaned back and she moved her arm and set the glass on the counter. My fingers found a firm cone of flesh and a stiff little nipple. Becky exhaled as I circled my fingers around the nipple and pressed harder against her back knowing she could feel my hard on.
Then I let one hand drop and slip it under the hem of her skirt. Circling around her bare thigh I moved up toward her treasure feeling more warmth as I got nearer. I started slipping one finger under the leg of her panties.
“No, we can’t here,” Becky protested pushing my hand away and motioning toward the living room. “The kids are too close.”
I kissed her hard on the lips. “I really want to do it again, and we might not get a chance after the drive-in.”
“I know,” she whispered. “Come on,” she said and led me through the living room. “We’re going to watch TV in here until mom gets home,” she said to the younger kids in passing. “So keep the volume down.” The two siblings grunted their acceptance, their eyes never moving from the program. We slipped into her mother’s room and closed the door. As soon as it latched Becky threw her arms around my neck and we kissed.
I moved her backwards toward the bed and laid her back with her legs still over the side. Pushing her knit top up over her pointed tits I quickly latched my lips on one sucking the little nipple firmly and then moving to the other. Becky gasped quietly and held the back of my head. There was a sense of urgency knowing her mom would soon be home and I pushed her skirt up and tugged the filmy panties to the floor. Becky’s nearly hairless mound lay there inviting me slightly parted and with the little tube of flesh clearly showing. It had been an idea in the back of my mind for a while and now I succumbed and bent my head to Becky’s crevice. I moved my tongue up the pink slit and sucked the little finger of flesh between my lips. Becky stifled an outcry.
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “I never thought…oh man…that’s so…” she gasped, and then threw her legs over my shoulders. I sucked and munched and probed with my tongue until I felt her body began to spasm. I had managed to work my own shorts down freeing my ultra-hard cock and rose up keeping Becky’s knees bent and plunged my dick into her wet and waiting pussy. I was so horny I humped fast and deeply until the high-pressure surge rose quickly through my loins and went off like a fire hose pumping a copious amount of come into my eleven-year-old lover.
We had scarcely wound down from our intense love-making when we realized Becky’s mom could be home any minute and quickly wiped and blotted all traces of my issue of come which was more than my normal load. But then I had been extremely horny. We straightened our clothes and edged slowly out the door without attracting the younger kids attention and retrieved our glasses of lemonade. “That was pretty far out,” the girl offered, referring obviously to what I had done with my mouth. Before we could expand on the subject, Becky’s mom arrived.
She was carrying two covered foil pans and a small paper bag. She sat them on the kitchen table. “This was the special tonight, spaghetti and meatballs,” she said. “I thought since the drive-in was playing a couple of kids movies that you two might want to just stay here and watch something on TV while I take the kids. I mean, since it’s kind of your last night together for a while.” Becky and I glanced at each other then back at the lady. She was smiling with a little gleam in her eye. “You decide; I’m going to go change,” and she left the kitchen, said something to the younger kids and disappeared into her bedroom.
While I hoped there wasn’t any evidence of what had transpired in her room, Becky looked after her mom and then back at me. “Is there really any question?” she asked. I slowly shook my head trying to stifle a grin.
The little kids were loaded in the old Nissan and Becky hugged her mom after getting the instructions on heating the dinner. She turned to go back inside. The lady stubbed out a cigarette and said, “I didn’t think you mom would approve of you spending the night but I told her you wouldn’t be home until after midnight, so I’ll be home around then.” Then as she climbed into the car she said, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t enjoy,” and slid into the seat with a raspy laugh.
I couldn’t believe it. Becky’s mom was practically giving us license to have sex. Did she know we’d already done it or expect it to happen tonight? Becky warmed the dinners and we quickly attacked the food, grinning at each other with other activities in mind. “She knows we’re not going to watch TV,” Becky offered, between bites.
“We’re not?” I said coyly. “There are a lot of good shows on.”
Becky stuck her tongue out at me. “Well if you’d rather. But I think I know what you really want to do.” She paused a moment, “And I think I do too.”
“Well it’s after six and we only have until midnight so maybe we should get started.” I pushed the aluminum plate away and stood up moving menacingly around behind Becky’s chair. I ran my hands over her shoulders and down the front of her knit top cupping the tiny cones. Becky shrugged and I lifted the front of her top. She stood up and turned facing me as I lifted the knit garment over her head baring her from the waist up. She watched as I gently massaged her tiny tits, then put her arms around my neck and kissed me.
Our lips were soft and I felt her tongue and reached down slipping my hand under the hem of her skirt. Following her naked thigh I found the gusset of her panties and probed under the leg hole with my finger. She was wet either from desire or the residue of my earlier issue.
“Not here,” she said echoing her words from earlier in the afternoon. “Let’s go in my room; I’ve had dreams of us doing it in my bed.” I followed her in the room she shared with her siblings and by the time we reached the full bed on one side of the room both of us were naked. She pulled the covers down and lay on her back. I started to move between her legs. She put her hand on my chest before I assumed the position. “Do that that you did this afternoon,” she said, looking hungrily into my eyes…”Please.”
Boys used their mouths on each other but I had only heard about doing things to a girl that way and had never really imagined doing it. But that afternoon it had been by instinct and despite the slight muskiness and salty taste it had not been unpleasant. And it had definitely had an effect on Becky. I slid slowly down her front as her legs parted and she arched her mound up toward me.
I licked over the bare mound and around each of the puffy lips slowly massaging with my tongue. Then parting her with my thumbs I touched my tongue to her wet pink crevice. Her little finger of flesh was standing up proudly and the tip was firm like the end of a tiny dick. I sucked it between my lips and administered an even more aggressive effort that this afternoon, probing with my tongue in and out of the hole and going back to suck some more. Finally I focused on sucking the little clit and pushed my forefinger into Becky’s hole. Becky let out a yelp and bucked into my face and pressed the back of my head.
She winced and jerked a few times before collapsing back on the pillow. I wiped my mouth and sat up starting to move up between her legs again. Before I could push my pulsing penis into her wet pussy, Becky sat up and grabbed my unit. “Now you,” she said, “I have to do you.” And she twisted around holding on to me until she bent her head and sucked mine into her mouth. She took more in until she gagged then motioned me on my back and bent over me again. She was clumsy at first, taking only the head into her mouth but eventually going past the ridge and jacking me with other hand. She cupped my balls and did her best to do for me what I had done for her. It had the same effect.
“Becky, I’m going to…” She did her best to stay but after the first volley of my teen come squirted into her mouth, she pulled back, sort let the volley drip from her mouth and coaxed another several spurts using her hand. It was my second come in a just a few hours and there wasn’t as much as the first, but several drops had hit her face and chest and dribbled over her hand on my dick.
Ooh, sticky,” she complained, wiping her mouth and bolting for a box of tissue. We wiped ourselves and each other cleanly and then laughed at our activity. “I never knew it would be so good that way,” Becky said sort of quietly. “I’d heard about girls doing it for boys and even some girls doing it for each other…but…I really liked it.” She sounded almost embarrassed. “But now I want to do it the other way,” and she lay back again spreading her legs, “Fuck me now.”
I expected to need a few minutes to recover but she had used the word I seldom heard and was anxious again; surprisingly that’s all it took until I was ready again. I moved closer to Becky’s treasure and as she rolled her hips to meet me I slid in slowly and easily. As I began slow steady strokes in and out of Becky’s willing tunnel she looked up at me. I looked into her eyes as we savored the feel of my stiff shaft sliding easily in her wet but tight body. The sensation was amazing. Everywhere our naked bodies touched seemed to tingle with electricity, especially between our legs.
It was like a tight ring around my shaft and a wet softness on the end of my hard teen cock. I never dreamed I could be so lucky or it could feel so good. I wanted to crawl completely in side Becky and blend our bodies together. We continued on for almost an hour before I felt the surge again and I watched her eyes as my dick spewed another round of teenage come. Then I felt her body shiver and clench my cock. We rested for a few minutes still joined until I was hard again then we continued fucking, coming, resting; and then doing it all over again. We tried a variety of ways and tempos until finally we were spent and sore. We were sitting on the couch holding hands when her mom returned and ushered the sleepy youngsters to bed.
Becky kissed me tearfully right in front of her mom as I climbed in the old Nissan for her to drop me off. Then she bolted back into the house.
“I hope you can come over and visit a lot,” the lady said. There was sympathy in her voice. “Things can change; we all do, but you were Becky’s first crush and she really fell hard. Maybe I can convince your mom to let you come over and spend the night. We might have to fib and tell her you’d sleep on the couch.” She laughed at herself. “Anyway, thanks for making my daughter’s life, at least this summer’s, memorable. Then as an afterthought she added, “And making her a woman.”
I got out of the car as my own eyes welled up.
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