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Chapter 2
By Apollon
A young girl and her friend expand their experience with the friend’s little brother by including a friend of his. Bg bbgg
The girls didn’t say much about the adventure with Ricky for several days. Stacy seemed embarrassed at having done it with her brother. Finally it was she that broached the subject; “Ricky keeps getting horny and playing with himself and wanting to mess around. When I tell him no he keeps asking when we can get together again and if he should invite Taylor to join us when we can.”
“Why not?” Vicky responded. “It was really fun that night with Ricky. I can’t believe we really did it, but I keep thinking about it and I think I want to do it some more. I’m tired of having to get myself off every night,” the red head, said, “And Taylor might be lots of fun, too. You think he’s cute, don’t you, and you’d do it with him?”
“You’re so terrible,” Stacy flushed a little and stuck her tongue out at her friend; the girl knew her too well. She was quiet for a few seconds and then a sly look came over her face. “Maybe I’ll tell him to see if Taylor’s interested.” They grinned at each other.
It was a warm Saturday morning and Vicky’s parents dropped her at home after her music lesson and then backed out of the driveway for a day’s worth of errands, lunch with her grandmother and shopping. As she stepped up on the porch and started to unlock the door she turned as a bicycle screeched to a stop on the sidewalk. She turned to see Ricky smiling and waving at her. “Hey Ricky, what’s up?” she said, and stepped over to him.
“Umm, I talked to Taylor,” he said quietly, glancing around, “And he wants to, you know, do stuff with us.” The boy let a mischievous grin spread on his face. “He’s never done anything with girls and he thinks you’re really cute, but I told him he could have my sister, that you were mine.” The boy gave her a smug look.
“Oh, is that so?” Vicky scoffed. For years Vicky had endured being ignored by boys. She was the “ugly duckling” skinny red head with freckles and glasses. But since she had matured and her figure had blossomed she enjoyed the attention even from younger boys. “What makes you think that?” she asked. She moved in front of the boy’s bike and sort of straddled the front wheel. She could see Ricky’s eyes drop to the v of her shirt.
“Because, I really liked what we did, you know, it was really fun,” he said, feeling a little ripple go through his body as he looked at her, “And you’re really cool about sex and stuff.”
“And what does your sister say about inviting Taylor?” Vicky inquired smugly, smiling at the offhand compliment.
“She said she’ll go along with it if you will. I think she kind of likes Taylor, I mean, thinks he’s cute or something. She’s seen him naked, that one time, when she caught us, you know, playing around together.” He had already conceded the incident his sister had told about.
“Well maybe we’ll have to arrange something then,” Vicky said, “Like sometime when your folks are gone or something.” She was beginning to feel that little tingle again. “So you liked what we did, huh?” the girl asked, after a little pause. Ricky nodded and looked up at the smiling girl. Looking at the boy, remembering him naked and the feel of him against her was stirring her inside. “So would you like to come in for a coke or something; no one’s home.”
He liked the look on Vicky’s face and what she might be suggesting. “Sure,” he said.
“Park your bike beside the house,” she added, as he nodded his acceptance of the invitation. Vicky could sense a safe and willing opportunity with Ricky. She had done her best to relive the experience in her bed at night but it was not the same. She knew her folks would be gone for hours and this time she knew her sister would not interrupt.
Ricky followed the foxy red head into the house and to the kitchen. Vicky kicked her penny loafers off of her bobby socks and pulled a couple of bottles of coke out of the fridge. She pulled the caps off with an opener and handed one to Ricky. The boy was in the traditional jeans, tee shirt and sneakers and she sensed a little excitement as she stood in front of him. She was wearing a pleated skirt that ended just above her knees, and a button front shirt with the tail out. She liked leaving an extra button undone to show her budding cleavage and Ricky had noticed.
They faced each other for a few minutes sensing what the other was thinking. Vicky had always been envious of the girls who had brothers. Many including her friend Stacy had been able to view and even explore the male apparatus. Ricky presented a perfect opportunity to explore male parts and even though Ricky was younger she knew he was willing to play as well. Then it was Vicky who said, “You know now that you’re getting older you might get invited to parties where kids make out and stuff.”
“Really?” he said, “I’ve never been…I mean…I’ve heard about some things from kids in Jr. High.” His eyes locked on the girl and he looked a little nervous as if he expected something like this. “So if I am, at parties like that, what do I do?” he asked, wondering where this might lead.
“Well I can show you; you start by kissing.” Vicky set her coke down and did the same with his then put her hands over his shoulders. He was shorter than her and so she bent her head and pressed her lips against his. His lips were firm and tight to start so she lifted her head then moved closer and did it again. This time she pressed her tongue against his lips and they parted slightly. She was as inexperienced as he was at kissing but she desperately wanted to experience it and pressed herself closer to the slim boy. Ricky’s arms went around her pulling her against him and she felt the bump in his jeans.
“Come here,” Vicky said and led the boy into the living room and onto the couch. “That was good,” she said, “But we need to do it some more.” All Ricky knew about kissing and making out was what he had seen in movies and on TV. He was unaware that Vicky was a novice as well and seizing the opportunity to practice with a live boy. He was quickly ready to try more and put his arm around the girl and took the initiative to lean around and kiss her again. Their liaison was still awkward but in the process Vicky encouraged the boy’s hand over her shirt and bra covered breast. That was all the encouragement Ricky needed. After gently squeezing the small mound over Vicki’s shirt he moved his hand up to the opening where Vicki had strategically left a button undone. She smiled at him as he slipped his hand down the front and over her lightly padded cotton bra.
Vicky let him feel her a few minutes then pulled her face away. “So what are you going to do next?” she asked. Ricky responded with a grin and began unbuttoning Vicky’s shirt. He slipped it off of her shoulders and then did the same with one bra strap then tugged down one cotton cup anxiously freeing her naked breast. He covered it with one hand and looked up to see Vicky smiling at him and arching her chest upward. Ricky had never undressed or made out with a girl before but inspired by what he had seen in magazines and heard on the playground, he dropped his head and gently sucked one of the girl’s nipples between his lips. She groaned and pulled his head against her small budding cones.
Ricky pulled down the other strap then reached around to find the hook of Vicky’s bra. He was now experiencing the challenges of that dreaded hook until with advice and help from Vicky he managed to release it and totally bare the girl’s chest. Before he could resume his oral attention to her cones Vicky reached over and pulled the boy’s tee shirt off baring his slim chest and shoulders. Then she pulled his face back to her chest and reveled in his attention first to one nipple and then the other.
Vicky was not surprised when she felt one of Ricky’s hands rest on her bare knee and begin a sly movement up under her skirt. She decided to let the eleven year old boy take the initiative rather than attack him like she and Stacy had done that night. He was still moving from one pointed cone to the other giving her chills with his sucking. As she felt his hand drift up inside her thigh she let her legs part slightly until his fingers cupped her warm mound over her panties. He rubbed over it a few times and then his fingers began to fumble with the leg band.
“Take ‘em off,” she whispered. Ricky lifted his head and pushed the hem of Vicky’s skirt up, and adding the other hand, hooked the thin elastic and tugged them down. Vicky leaned back and raised her hips as the pink flowered cotton panties cleared her nicely rounded butt. It had happened fast the other night but now Ricky bent to look at the prize he had uncovered and slowly touched the sparse red curls that formed a v at the top of the girl’s crevice.
“Nice,” he breathed and began his first really complete examination of a female pussy. Vicky was relishing the touch and let her legs splay out widely as the boy spread her lips and investigated her pink crevice. He touched and probed down to the hole and back up letting his fingers rub the little finger of flesh and the eraser-like nub that was now standing up proudly. He and Taylor had read a few things in magazines and assumed it was that spot that was described.
“Oh, yeah; right there; rub right there,” Vicki gasped. Chills went through her as the boy’s finger touched the magical spot. “Oh, yeah,” she repeated as he followed her coaching, “That’s the spot that girls really like,” she added. In mere seconds she felt the familiar rush that she searched for in her bed at night and little shivers went through her body. Then she felt Ricky’s stiffness against her leg and sat up quickly.
“Now you,” she said, and pushed the boy over, leaned him back and reached for his belt. It unbuckled easily and she moved quickly to the snap and zip. She pulled the jeans down over his slim butt to his knees then grabbed at his tight white jockeys being careful to clear the little pole that tented them. Ricky aided her effort by arching his hips and after he pushed off his shoes she got both his pants and underwear completely off. The boy’s little pole stood up as proudly as his four inches would allow pointing up and slightly back and pulsed with his rapid heartbeat.
Vicky studied the hairless pale boy parts below the line from his summer tan then circled her fingers around the boy’s unit and began to explore, cupping his small balls and rubbing his tip. She traced the little line from the tiny pee hole down the bottom of his shaft to the wrinkled sack that clung tightly below the base of his shaft and inspected the thin scars of circumcision just below the ridges of his helmet. Then she curled her thumb and two fingers around the shaft and began stroking it up and down.
“So is this what you do for yourself?” she asked, having pictured the process boys were known to use.
“Uh huh,” the boy nodded, enjoying a touch other than his own race through his dick. He settled back letting her jack him off and relishing the vision of her naked breasts.
“And is this what you and Taylor do for each other?” she asked again moving her fingers a little faster.
“Uh huh,” Ricky acknowledged, closing his eyes in enjoyment. “Oh but…oh no…oh shit?” he said, raising his head and curling his body as his penis twitched and spasms went through him. He pushed Vicky’s hand away then slumped back down. “You made me come,” he groaned.
“That was fast,” she said, “You must have been really horny.” The boy nodded, his face slightly flushed. She looked down at his little weenie that had partially deflated. She recalled how Ricky had gone soft once that night but then grew larger and harder again when it was aroused. She was pleased to see that no evidence of semen had escaped his little tube. “Now I’ll have to get this hard again,” she said, and gently touched the boy again. He was a little sensitive after his orgasm but with the virility of a pre-adolescence began to bounce back to stiffness again in mere seconds. Her mind flashed back on the size of her dad’s adult friend that she only briefly touched. It was much bigger but this is what she had now, she decided. Vicky glanced up at the smiling boy, grinned and then bent her head taking his little dick completely in her mouth.
“Oh, yeah,” the boy groaned, “Oh man, keep doing that.” She did as the boy kept arching up fucking her face and once again getting stiff. Then suddenly amid a series of groans he sat up and pushed her over on the couch climbing between her legs and pointing his stiff dick as he pushed up her skirt.
“Let me take my skirt off,” Vicky said and moved around his legs unzipping the garment and pulling it off. Then she lay back on the couch, spreading her legs and inviting the slim young boy to fuck her. He moved up on his knees and instinctively raised her thighs over his. He rubbed up and down searching for the proper hole and wetting his tip until he found the entrance and plunged his stiff little dick in the warm, slick wetness.
Without the benefit of ejaculation and blessed with the endurance of a pre-teen erection Ricky rutted with Vicky for an extended session pausing only to reinsert when he slipped out or to try a different position. She went off several times amazed at the young boy’s hardness and perseverance. She had always heard that once a boy got off he was done for a while. But this boy kept going, only pulling out and leaving off after they both experienced an explosive orgasm a few seconds apart and began to get tired and sore.
They lie together naked for several minutes. “This was so fun,” Ricky breathed. “Taylor wouldn’t believe we really did it at first. I mean guys our age never get to do really do it.”
“It’s because girls your age don’t want boys talking about it, so you need to promise to keep it quiet. Maybe we don’t even tell Stacy and Taylor about this,” Vicky cautioned.
“Ok, I won’t say anything,” He said, “And we can do it more, huh?”
“Well at least until you start to squirt come; I don’t want to get pregnant, too. So you have to tell me if it starts.”
“Oh, I will. So can we do it some more now?” the boy asked.
Vicky looked down and amazingly the boy was hard again.
It was almost two weeks before Vicky was summoned to join Stacy and Ricky in a pre-arranged meeting at their house. There was a teacher’s conference and school was out. With both parents working Stacy and Ricky had the house to themselves the whole day. Vicki arrived in the middle of the morning and followed Stacy down to the family room on the lower level. Stacy had reported back that Ricky had invited Taylor to join them and the boy was already there. He gave her a sort of shy look. Vicky was sure he had been told about everything she and Ricky had done and had been coached by his friend on the expected agenda. Taylor was more than willing but was shyer than Ricky and was still nervous about the prospect.
Vicky knew Taylor from living close and seeing him with Ricky on many occasions. He was a little taller and had sandy blonde hair instead of dark like Ricky that he wore long like most boys. His eyes were dark blue and Vicky decided was just as cute. Both boys were slim and still had boyish voices and both wore jeans and tee shirts. Vicky noticed that she and Stacy both had on cut-off jeans rolled up and button-front shirts with the tails out.
“So what do you want to do?” Ricky questioned, “I mean we know what we want to do,” he chuckled, “So how do we start?” Vicky shrugged, and Stacy tried to appear uninterested. Taylor just sat quietly still looking nervous. “I know, let’s play a game like truth or dare or strip poker,” Ricky announced, anxious to get the party started but aware his friend was apprehensive. Without waiting for a response or objection he added, “I’ll get some cards,” and quickly produced a deck. “Let’s play strip poker; here’s a chart of poker hands,” he added holding up a couple of cards from the box.
They gathered around the small glass coffee table sitting on the floor and after conferring on the number of items determined the girls would start in their stocking feet, conceding that they were wearing bras, and considering shoes and socks as one item. Then Ricky proposed one winner and all losers remove an item speeding up the process. Stacy started to protest but the other two quickly agreed.
Cards were dealt, the chart was consulted and after draws, Stacy was the first winner. Vicki won next leaving them all barefooted. “Ooh, it gets interesting now,” Vicky observed as she dealt the cards. Ricky won this time and the girls slowly unbuttoned and discarded their shirts as Taylor pulled his over his head then eyed the girls’ thin cotton bras. Stacy won again. Taylor blushed and after prodding by Ricky slowly unbuttoned his jeans trying to hide the little tent as he watched Vicki pull hers off leaving her in bra and panties. Ricky complained that she should have shown them her tits as he pulled his own shirt off.
Taylor was down to his tight white undies and covering the little tent at his crotch with his hand when he finally won a hand and laughed in relief. Vicky brazenly doffed her bra revealing her small, tight tits as both boys stared. Ricky pulled off his jeans displaying an obvious bulge. They turned to Stacy expecting her to pull off her cut-offs. Not wanting Vicki to steal the attention she reached behind, unhooked her bra and let it fall, revealing her ample tits. Taylor stared in awe and disbelief.
Stacy still had on shorts and panties but the other three were down to one item of underwear. They glanced at each other knowing some of the group were about to be naked. Ricky dealt the next hand and Taylor cheered quietly as he won again. Vicki suspected a little careful shuffling as Ricky grinned at her. “I guess we’re out,” he said to her.
Stacy pulled off her cut-offs revealing her panty covered mound. “Come on you two,” she said, “You lost.” Ricky stood up and proudly dropped his shorts letting his stiff four inch pecker bounce up to attention. VIcky tried not to be obvious that she had become more acquainted with it a couple of weeks ago.
“OK, your turn,” he said, challenging Vicki with a sly look. She stood up; grinning at him and like an amateur stripper started slipping her panties slowly over her hips. Both boys were mesmerized as the thin triangle of her sparse red curls and then her nearly naked mound and slit came into view. She let them gawk for a few seconds pleased at the effect she had on the boys, and then she settled back on the floor.
“OK, it’s just you two, now,” Ricky announced. “I’ll deal.” He ruffled the cards as Stacy eyed the anxious boy across from her. Taylor groaned and Stacy looked smug as each drew three cards. When they were laid out Taylor had a pair of threes and Stacy had three queens. “OK, Taylor, take ‘em off,” Ricky goaded and started a little chant. The boy stood up, a slight rosy tinge on his face and proceeded to slip his white jockeys down releasing a very stiff organ. It was slightly longer than Steven’s and thicker. A collar of skin surrounded the pink tip that poked out of the end. Taylor quickly pulled the skin back baring all of the thicker head. Two pecan sized balls much like Steven’s were visible in the little sack below but hung a little farther down. When he managed to pull the jockeys off of his ankles the boy sat down.
“I won,” Stacy announced to no one’s surprise as she stared at Taylor’s crotch. The boy had covered himself at first but let his hand drop giving the girl a good look.
“Come on Stacy, be a good sport,” her brother admonished, “Take your panties off.”
“No way,” Stacy protested smugly, “I won, fair and square.” The losing trio coaxed but Stacy didn’t budge. Vicki could see Stacy was impressed and kept glancing at Taylor. She knew they all wanted to go further and assumed her friend would occupy Taylor leaving her brother for her. Vicky’s eyes kept drifting to Ricky’s boy parts and she felt his eyes on her. He fondled himself a time or two and winked at her.
“So what do we do now?” Vicky asked, sensing the sex charged atmosphere. She kept glancing at Ricky who kept letting his hand drop to his lap and then would look up and give her a sly grin. She was anxious to feel him again and wondered sometimes if her urges were abnormal. It seemed for the past year all she thought about was sex and boys and she knew Ricky was perpetually horny.
Her eyes fell on Taylo’rs hard boy cock and wondered if she would get to try it. Then she looked back at a grinning Ricky. They had fucked for a couple of hours at her house that day and it was obvious he wanted to do it again.
“OK, then,” Ricky said, “We’ll have to play another game.” Vicky could see the wheels turning in the young boy’s head as he created something. “We’ll each draw a card and the high card gets to dare the others to do something, anything.” There was a variety of murmurs, objections and suggestions until they decided only one low card would be subject to a dare.
Stacy won the first draw and Vicky lost. Vicky decided she had gotten off easy when she was dared to stand up and turn around giving the boys a good look at her naked body. She noticed that the little spikes between the boys’ legs that had softened slightly jumped back to attention. Then it was Ricky who won and his sister who lost. No one was surprised when he directed her to stand and take off her panties.
She seemed to take a little more time standing naked. Taylor’s eyes were glued to the sparse little triangle of dark pubes on her mound until she sat back down. Their eyes met and she smiled at the boy seductively. Stacy won again and this time Taylor and Ricky each had a three and were the low cards. “You both lose,” Stacy declared, “I dare you to jack each other off,” she added quickly.
“No way,” was the protest from Ricky. “Come on you have to. Besides you two do it all the time; I caught you once, remember?” Ricky and Taylor looked at each other grinning sheepishly then rose up on their knees and reached for each other’s stiff penises. They tugged on each other for a few seconds then declared, “That’s enough,” and settled back down.
When Ricky won and Vicky lost the boy eyed her menacingly. “Uh oh, what do I have to do,” she said, coyly.
“Umm, I think I dare you to do what you did for a little bit that one time,” the boy said, “You know, suck me.” Taylor’s eyes went wide, and Stacy groaned. “Come on you have to, and you already did it once,” Ricky argued, not mentioning the other time, and raising up on his knees offering his rigid pre-teen penis.
“Come over here then,” Vicki said. Ricky stood up and circled the table until he stood in front of the red-head.
“You’re going to do it?” Stacy questioned. “I have to,” Vicky said, “It’s a dare.” She moved up on her knees and took Ricky’s little dick in her hand. She stroked it a couple of times looking at the knob and little piss slit, and then just sucked the whole shaft into her mouth. “Whoa,” Taylor said almost in disbelief. “That’s so gross,” Stacy added. “Hmm umm,” Vicki groaned as she grabbed the boy’s naked buns and bobbed her head slowly in Ricky’s crotch. “There, that’s all for now,” she said, pushing the boy away after only a few seconds. Ricky retreated to the other side of the table with a satisfied grin.
Then Taylor won and Vicky lost again. He eyed her a few seconds then glanced at his friend Ricky who was nodding encouragement. “Umm, I think I’d like you to do for me what you just did for him,” the boy offered quietly. He was aware that Ricky had enjoyed Vicky’s oral attention another time.
“Oh my God,” Stacy breathed. Vicky crooked a finger at Taylor apparently eager to get her hands on him. He moved over and stood in front of the girl as Ricky had done. She cupped his lower hanging balls in her hand and eyed his thicker dick. Then she slipped her lips over the knob, sucked a few times and moved her tongue over it then plunged the rest of his four plus inches into her mouth. Taylor groaned and rested his hands on the girl’s bare shoulders.
It only took a minute before Taylor exclaimed, “Whoa,” and pulled his glistening dick from Vicky’s mouth. “Did you come?” she asked. “Almost, well maybe a little; it really tickles,” he answered, and moved back around the table. Vicky wiped her lips as Ricky shuffled and drew an ace. Stacy and Taylor both had fives and Ricky had a ten.
“Perfect,” she said, eyeing Ricky whose look suggested he had stacked the deck. “I dare you two to make out, you know kiss and feel each other all over for a full minute. Stacy shrugged, Taylor blushed, and Ricky smirked like he expected the dare to be more daring.
“Come on Taylor,” Stacy said, standing and beckoning the boy to the couch. Taylor stood and circled to the couch his stiff boy pole leading the way. The pair sat, bare hips touching and Stacy turned to the pre-teen boy. Surprisingly he draped an arm around her shoulders and leaned to face kissing her firmly on the mouth. Her eyes went wide in surprise. “Wow, you’re a good kisser,” she observed. As if a bell had gone off and triggered new energy in him, Taylor scooted up and pressed his lips to hers again. This time Stacy closed her eyes and Ricky and Vicky stared in awe as they could see Taylor part his lips and was probe with his tongue. At the same time he pushed one hand to Stacy’s chest and gripped one of her ample boobs.
When the boy raised his head he rolled against Stacy moving his hand over her chest. She felt his hard shaft against her leg and let her hand drop curling her fingers around it. She was surprised at how big it was for an eleven year old. Taylor leaned and kissed her again this time dropping his hand between Stacy’s legs. She let them part and felt the boy’s fingers touch her clit and probe into the crevice searching.
“Wow, they’re really getting with it,” Ricky observed, “Time to move things along.” Vicky looked at the grinning boy and nodded. “OK, time’s up, you two.” The girl and the younger boy parted and sat up looking flushed and moved back to the game. Stacy won the next draw and her brother lost. She thought for a moment.
“OK, Vicky did it for both of you, now you do it for her. I dare you to lick her between the legs.” This was a concept that had been missing from Ricky’s collection of fantasies and he looked dumfounded.
“You mean…” “Yes, his sister insisted smugly. You lick her right between the legs, right on it.”
“Come on Ricky,” Vicki said, “I’ll show you.” She glanced at her friend with a smile of approval. The only time either of them had experienced this was when they experimented once with each other. Ricky moved reluctantly over to where Vicky was lying back on her elbows with her knees up boldly exposing her crevice. Ricky welcomed another close inspection of her pussy but never considered licking one. He dropped to his knees and leaned over observing the sparse red curls that formed a v on the girl’s mound. Vicky parted the puffy lips exposing the pink crevice and a small dangle of flesh at the top. “Go ahead; lick it right there,” she instructed.
Ricky placed his hands on the girl’s soft bare inner thighs and bent his head. There was a slight musky aroma as he probed with his tongue. When it touched in the crack he moved it up then back down and did it again. He let it slide up and touch the little button on flesh. “Oh, yeah, right there,” Vicki breathed. He flicked the little bud several times with his tongue and Vicky groaned and grabbed his head pulling his mouth against her. Ricky pressed his tongue harder into the crevice then pulled his head back still unsure at what he was doing.
When he rose up wiped his mouth and looked around, both Taylor and his sister had their hands in their laps. Vicki was still lying back with her legs spread looking disappointed that he had stopped. “OK, next card,” he announced. Taylor dealt and Ricky had won and Stacy had lost; she groaned knowing it was get even time. “OK, Stacy,” Ricky said menacingly, “You have to do it now. I dare you to suck Taylor.”
“No, I don’t want to do that,” she said sternly, crossing her arms over her chest.
“It’s the rules,” her brother insisted.
“But not that,” she said, “Give me something else.
“OK,” Ricky said, “Let Taylor do it to you; let him fuck you.” There was a short silence as the trio looked at her. “Come on,” her brother insisted, “Either suck or fuck.” When they had planned the encounter Stacy had conceded they might let the boys fuck them and she admitted she thought Taylor was cute and would rather do it with him than her brother.
Stacy looked over at Taylor. He looked back at her hopefully. It was getting to what she had expected they might do anyway. All this was just a buildup she decided. “Come here, Taylor,” she said, standing up. The boy jumped up as well not knowing exactly what to expect. As he rounded the table Stacy reached out and took hold of the boy’s hand and started to lead him to the bedroom.
“No way,” Ricky objected, “You have to do it in here?”
“In front of everybody?” Stacy objected. Ricky and Vicky nodded enthusiastically insisting it was part of the dare.
Stacy looked back at the excited boy and reached out grasping his still stiff pecker and led him back to the couch. She laid back spread her legs and guided the anxious boy between them still holding his dick. “OK, go ahead; put it in,” she said. Taylor didn’t hesitate.
While they were engaged in a mutual jackoff session, Ricky had told Taylor they might get to do this and he was as anxious as any pre-teen boy to fulfill his fantasies and really do it with a girl. He lifted Stacy’s legs over his and aimed at the crevice. Stacy pointed him at the target and he probed and poked like a horny poodle until she held him at the portal and he just pushed in. It was hot and wet and slick and tight and in seconds he groaned and was humping in the first pussy his preteen dick had ever felt. He leaned closer over her body and started short quick strokes.
Vicky and Ricky were up on their knees and had been watching intently as Taylor’s naked butt began to bounce between Stacy’s legs. Vicky let her hand snake over to Ricky’s and moved his hand replacing it with hers around his dick. He turned and grinned. “We might as well do it, too,” she said. Ricky grinned in agreement and as Vicky lay back on the floor he moved over her, nested between her legs and probed with his prick until she helped him find the hole then he buried his four inch phallus in the red head’s willing tunnel.
Vicki knew she should feel guilty about getting it on with a younger boy. But his pre-teen penis felt really good as it slid in and out of her wetness and she was glad he wasn’t mature enough to get her pregnant. After the last time she and Ricky had done it she resolved to do it more. She liked sex and put her arms around her young lover encouraging him more and felt his hardness move faster and deeper. Ricky was a perfect lover for now. His dick wasn’t too big; he didn’t come yet, and he was eager. But maybe it would be fun to do it with other boys, too. She glanced over at her friend.
Stacy was looking up at the young boy. His arms were straight out and hers were on his bony arms just below his shoulders. He was on his knees and her legs were loosely draped over his thighs. She had a look of pleasure on her face as Taylor’s pale butt plunged in short strokes between her legs. Taylor had a serious look, concentrating on his first ever fuck. Then the boy gasped and Vicky saw him shiver but he kept going. Vicky saw Stacy’s eyes get wide and then her mouth dropped open and she let out a little gasp.
Just then she felt Ricky speed up and slip out a couple of times. He quickly got back in then started to press hard into her. She felt his stiff little dick flex inside her. He was having a dry come. Vicky reached around grabbing the young boy’s bare cheeks and humped up into him rubbing his pubic bone on her clit. In just a few more moments the felt the wave come over her. Ricky had stayed hard and kept going until she got off. Young boys were great. Maybe Taylor would be next. And then when she could be sure she wouldn’t get pregnant she’d try older boys… and then men.
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