
                                 Gina
                               by Rider


It didn't start out to be a promising evening.  I was looking forward
to spending some time with my friends, but my mother put me in charge
of my little cousin who was visiting with her parents that night.
They lived in a small town about 60 miles from our house, so visits
were infrequent.

At 12 years of age, I was somewhat sensitive to my "image" and having
this six year old girl tag along was likely to put a real dent in my
style.  Sure enough, my friends came over and asked if I could go
walking in the neighborhood.  We all started out the door and Gina,
my cousin, was right by my side.  In fact, she was downright attached
to me.  Everyone thought it was real cute when she grabbed my hand,
but inside I was cringing.

"She's got a crush on you," said one of the guys.  Gina didn't
object, and, well, it was rather obvious that she was desperately in
need of my attention.  She would look at me with goo-goo eyes and
squeeze my hand like she was supposed to be my girlfriend.  Jeez!

After the sun set, we went back to my house and I put up with as much
teasing as I could.  "Johnny's got a girlfriend!"  chanted my friends
as they went out the door.  I'm sure my face was red as a beet, but
then everyone was gone, including my parents and Gina's who were out
to dinner somewhere.

I sat in an armchair, preparing for a slow evening, when Gina climbed
into my lap facing me and asked, "What do you want to do?"

I was about to answer her (except I couldn't think of what to say)
when she leaned into me and put her arms around my chest.  Well, that
was sweet.  Anyway, I asked her what she wanted to do.

"Let's play Boyfriend and Girlfriend!"  she offered.

I was amused, and not the least interested, but I managed to ask,
"How do you play that?"

Gina started to unbutton my shirt as she said, "The first thing is,
we get naked!"

I wasn't at all sure about this, but I didn't stop her.  "What then?"
I asked, as she proceeded to finish unbuttoning my shirt.

"Then, we kiss, and rub all over, and touch each other," she replied.
She was evidently quite serious about this as she undid my belt and
began to undo my pants.

"Have you ever done this before?"  I asked as I debated internally
whether to let her go any further.

"Yeah," she answered, unzipping my pants with one motion.

"Who with?"  I inquired.  She was silent, but was occupied with
helping me slip my shirt off my shoulders and casting it aside.  As
she climbed down to take off my socks and shoes, I asked again, "Who
did you do this with before?"  When she finished with the socks and
shoes, she returned to my pants and began to tug them down, obviously
expecting me to cooperate.

"I'm not going to play unless you tell me who you did this with," I
said as I sat like a rock, as uncooperative as possible.

"I'm not supposed to say," she finally replied.

"If we are going to be boyfriend and girlfriend, you have to tell me.
Or else I won't play," I asserted.

Gina got a frustrated look on her face when my pants wouldn't budge,
so she asked, "You promise not to tell?  Cross your heart?"

"I promise."

"Cross your heart?"

I crossed my heart, which by then was going a mile a minute.

"I play with Uncle Roy when he comes over to sit with me."

I felt the insistent tug on my pants again, so I lifted up to let her
pull them down as I considered this novel information.  Her Uncle Roy
was also my uncle.  It was hard to imagine...

I felt her little hands grasping at the elastic of my underwear and,
with a bit of hesitation, I lifted up my bottom and she pulled them
down and off.  There I was, naked as a jaybird, and feeling a bit
foolish.

"I thought you were going to get naked.  Or was this a trick?"  I
asked, hoping it wasn't a trick.

Her answer was muffled as she pulled her shirt over her head, but she
said something about getting naked.  In another short motion, she
removed her pants and panties, shoes and socks and then climbed back
into my lap.  Small and hairless, she was nonetheless warm and
somehow exciting.  I leaned back and she started rubbing herself up
and down my body with her smooth cunt rubbing directly on my rapidly
growing cock.  She really got me when she started to hump my cock.
She lifted up a little, resting her hands on my chest, and looked
down to watch her cunt sliding up and down my cock.

After a few minutes of rubbing, she moved upwards a little so that
her mouth could reach mine, and she started to kiss me.  Such a small
mouth felt strange, especially when I had virtually no experience
with kissing anyway, but as she kissed me, her cunt pressed down
against the head of my cock.  As I felt her cunt lips close around
the head, I thought for a moment that my cock was going to slip into
her cunt.

She lifted off and sat up again on my lap before she said, "Now you
have to do me."

"What do you mean?  How do I 'do' you?"  I asked.

"You know!  Lick me.  Here."  Her pointing to her cunt left no room
for doubt.  This little girl wanted cunnilingus.  I felt a little out
of my league, but I said, "OK."  She got down off my lap and lay down
on the floor with her knees up and her legs spread.  Images of my
Uncle Roy doing the things I was being led to do were forcing
themselves into my mind, but I decided to just go along with what she
wanted.  She seemed to have a clear idea of what to do, as opposed to
my total lack of experience.  That also struck me as a bit ironic.

I got off the armchair and onto my knees.  As I moved my mouth
towards her hairless cunt, I felt her hands wrap around my head and
pull me into her crotch.  My lips were plastered against her cunt,
but it wasn't hard to stick my tongue out and lick her tiny cunt.
The taste was interesting.  Not bad!  Maybe just a little salty?
Anyway, she started to grind her cunt against my mouth and it wasn't
long before I felt her thighs squeezing my ears.  Suddenly, she
started jerking -- little jerks.  I couldn't see her face, but her
head was thrown back and she seemed to be looking at the ceiling.
Just a little while later, she relaxed completely and her thighs and
hands released my head.

She raised up on her elbows and smiled as she watched me continue to
lick.  I wasn't sure when I was supposed to stop.  "You're a lot
better than Uncle Roy," she commented.  Then the expression on her
face changed yet again and she closed her eyes.  Then she lay down
again and moaned (she may have moaned earlier, but my ears were
covered).  Her hips moved again, and I licked in rhythm with her
movements.  After a deep sigh, she raised up again and said, "Now
it's your turn."

I lifted my head and was about to ask what she meant, but she moved
out from under my face and said, "Sit back against the chair."

I was a little reluctant to do that since I had a hardon and, well, I
was a bit shy, but there was no stopping this girl.  She put her
hands on my shoulders insistently and I complied with her request.
She made no comment when she saw my erect phallus, but lay down
between my legs and pulled my phallus towards her with one hand.

Before I was prepared for anything, she popped my cock into her mouth
and started moving her head up and down, taking the head of my cock
into her mouth.  I wasn't very big, so she could get her mouth down
the shaft a ways too.  As she moved her head up and down, she also
moved her hand up and down over the shaft of my cock.  The feeling
was incredible!  If I closed my eyes, I could imagine my cock going
deep into her throat!

I knew what ejaculation was, and I knew that I was about to cum.  I
couldn't say a word though.  I guess you could say I was speechless.

Gina popped her head off my cock, licked her lips and looked up into
my eyes.  "Uncle Roy sometimes likes to cum in my mouth and have me
swallow it, but sometimes he likes to shoot his stuff on my face.
What do you want to do?"

What a question!  I have never considered that it was important, but
I knew that if she continued stroking I wouldn't have any say in the
matter.  I decided to ask her to swallow, thinking it might make less
of a mess.

Without a bit of hesitation, she opened wide and took my cock-head
into her mouth again and stroked vigorously with her hand.  Seconds
later, I groaned and wordlessly shot squirt after squirt of cum into
her mouth.  With each squirt, I saw her swallow and not a drop leaked
out.  When I stopped squirting, she took her mouth off my cock and
stroked a bit more.  A small amount of cum oozed out and she licked
it up and then sucked a bit more until I was completely empty.

She released my deflating cock and crawled into my lap and hugged me.
"Did you like it?"  she asked against my neck.

"Oh, honey, that was wonderful!"

"I know lots of other things we could do too.  Maybe when I come to
visit again we could do them," she offered.

About that time, we heard the car pulling into the driveway.  We got
dressed in a panic and I guided her into the kitchen.  She sat at the
kitchen table while I pretended to do the dishes.  My mother walked
in and asked how our evening was.

"It was just fine, mother.  Gina's a good girl."

"Gina," my mother asked, "would you like a snack?"

"How about some milk?  I love the taste of milk."

I looked at Gina, and she had a devlish grin on her face.  When my
mother wasn't looking, Gina licked her lips and rubbed her stomach.
I was glad to be washing dishes so I could hide my resurgent hardon.

Gina and her parents left that night to return home.  I gave Gina a
goodnight kiss (and felt her tongue enter my mouth) and off they
went.  I asked my mother when they might be coming back.

"Soon, dear.  Soon."

End of story

Rider in the Sky <Rider@nym.alias.net>

