First Time Sex Stories #5: Sneaky Little Squirt (bg, 1st, cons) By Missy
Younglove
Author's Note: This work is based on a true experience that was related
to me via email.
When I was 12, there was a neighbor boy my age who used to come over and
play with me in the evenings. He was a little bit nerdy and I was kind of
chubby so neither of us was very popular.
We took great comfort in each other's friendship, though, and would
often sit on my front steps and chat for hours. We never really talked
about sex since we didn't know who might be in earshot, but we eventually
got to the point where we'd sit very close together so that our bodies
could touch each other as much as possible without being obvious.
Sometimes we'd discretely hold hands for a few minutes, but our palms
always got sweaty with anxiety about being seen and made fun of by kids
playing in the street.
One evening, just as dusk turned into twilight, he timidly began to
stroke the inside of my thigh up near the knee. I tried to be nonchalant
about it, but it was one of the most exciting moments of my young life. I
suddenly knew that my physical interest in him was mutual and that some of
my not-so-innocent romantic fantasies about him could actually happen. I
nearly swooned as, for the first time in my life, I felt my body respond in
all of the womanly ways.
Each evening after that, he would sneak a hand beneath my leg and stroke
the inside of my thigh as soon as the shadows began to fall over us. I
never objected and as the days went by, his strokes moved closer and closer
to my crotch.
My pussy got very wet the first time he touched me and the farther up my
leg he stroked, the wetter I got. It finally got to the point where I had
to wash my shorts and panties in the shower every night and blow them dry
along with my hair so that my mother wouldn't see the stains. It was a
small price to pay, though, and I started wearing very tight but stretchy
shorts on the nights he came over.
One evening, he finally stuck his fingers inside the hem of my shorts.
When I told him how nice it felt, he stroked me all the way to my
underwear. I was dying for him to touch my pussy, but his fingers couldn't
get any farther than the outside of one of my cunt lips without it being
obvious to any onlookers what he was doing. The best he could do was to
rub his pinky around on my plump, sensitive pussy lip. That made my vagina
flow like a river, too.
I reciprocated, of course. It was the early '80s and high-cut, loose
shorts were the style for boys so I had no problem slipping my hand in
there. His thighs were so silky smooth that they felt like a girl's. I
loved caressing them.
Unfortunately, it was also a time when most boys wore tightie-whities,
so I was ultimately no better off than he was. I could rub his soft, warm
scrotum through his underwear with my pinky but that was all. Since I was
an only child, the male apparatus was still a big mystery to me and my
limited access didn't help the situation at all.
One summer night, after we'd gotten each other all worked up, he said he
wanted to touch my skin and that I'd like it but we'd have to find a
private place or we could get into big trouble. We thought of a few
places, but discarded each one until we were left with the shed in my
backyard.
My mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner, so we sneaked back there. The
shed was still very hot and filled with junk so there was no place to lie
down or even sit. We had to stand up but were so horny that we didn't
care.
I remember being very excited about doing something so new and scary.
He wasted no time in pulling down my stretchy shorts and panties. The
smell of my dripping sex immediately filled the shed. He put his hand
between my legs and jerked it away when he felt how wet I was. Then he put
it back and started rubbing my pussy.
His middle finger fell into my crack and rubbed my clitty. I felt more
of my lube juice ooze onto his fingers and he spread it around until my
plump, nearly bald cunt was all wet and slippery. He kissed me and told me
to touch him. It was an invitation I had no intention of refusing. I
reached into his elastic waistband and hooked my thumbs into his underwear.
With one smooth motion, his erect penis was freed and his shorts fell
around his ankles.
It was nearly dark in the shed, but I could still see his slender,
four-inch penis sticking out in front of him. A plump round sack hung
below and I could just make out a small tuft of pubic hair on each side of
his shaft. I was shocked at the sight of it. I thought, "Oh my goodness,
so this is what one looks like!" I was also a little surprised that he had
more hair than I had on my pussy, which was so sparse that I still looked
as bald as a little girl unless you got up close.
I grabbed his erect cock and was surprised at the life I felt in it. It
was vibrating and throbbing strongly with his heartbeat. It was warm and
soft, yet hard underneath -- far from the feeling I'd gotten when
experimenting with my hairbrush handle.
He told me to milk it, which I did. My legs were shaking so I leaned
against him and he leaned against me as the last of the light faded away.
We each had a cheek on the other's shoulder and it was wonderful to feel
his soft, warm body against mine.
We still had our upper clothing on, but didn't dare remove it in case we
had to dress quickly. I soon felt some warm, sticky wetness in my hand
that felt like my lube juice. I was surprised that boys made it too, but
liked the feeling as his penis smeared it into my palm. He continued to
frig me with his inexperienced fingers until we were both panting heavily.
Then he found my dripping little hole and stuck his finger up there. I
gasped with surprise, but there was no pain at all. It felt good and I
pushed out my pelvis to encourage him to push it deeper. He did, then he
pulled it out and sucked the juice off his finger. He said "Mmm," then
kissed me on the lips. I was glad he liked how my pussy tasted and could
taste a little of it on his lips, too.
I bent down to kiss his penis and licked off a salty droplet. I also
said "Mmm," and then kissed him. He didn't hesitate to lick his own flavor
off my lips.
I milked his penis a little longer, then reached down to feel his
scrotum. It was firm and cool, fitting perfectly into the palm of my small
hand. I rolled it around, fascinated by the delicate little eggs inside.
The skin was smooth and completely hairless. After exploring it
thoroughly, I let go of it and felt his little pubic hairs, teasing them
with my fingers.
Then he said he wanted to rub himself against me. I told him OK, but
not to squirt any baby juice since I'd heard horror stories about swimming
sperm that could crawl up a girl's leg, into her vagina, and get her
pregnant.
He promised he wouldn't and we shifted position slightly so that he
could poke it between my legs. My upper thighs were already coated with my
juices, so it just slid right right between them. I closed them tight and
let him slide it back and forth so that the top part rubbed against my
clitty. Soon, we were humping away like little rabbits, swaying and nearly
ready to topple over in our ecstasy.
I could feel his wet little hairs tickle my bare mons with each thrust.
My clitty started to burn, then ignited from the slippery friction of his
cock against it. Suddenly, I felt a throbbing pulse at the base of my
vagina. It felt like a separate heartbeat, then my cunt muscles tightened
up and began to spasm until I thought it would hurt if it were any
stronger. My nipples got hard and my clit throbbed as my pelvis began to
jerk with my orgasm. I could barely keep from screaming out my pleasure.
As it was, I was gasping pretty loudly as new juices squirted from my
vagina.
My little friend thrust against me a few more times, then gasped and
froze. His slender cock swelled slightly and he strained against my
still-bucking pelvis. I felt the plump little mushroom at the tip throb
against my bottom and little droplets of warm syrup rain down the backs of
my legs. I was amazed that my orgasm had gotten his dick wet enough to
drip so much!
We thrust against each other a few more times, but it didn't feel nearly
as good so we stopped and went back to rubbing each other with our hands.
His penis was extremely wet. I grabbed his soft round ass with my other
hand and began to fondle it gently. It was smooth as a baby's bottom.
After a minute, he shakily asked if he could put it inside me. I really
wanted to have him there, but was really scared of getting pregnant even
though I hadn't had a period yet. However, my lust had firm control of my
brain so I once again said OK, as long as he only let his lube juice into
me and not his baby juice. He promised without hesitation.
We shifted back to the way we'd stood when he put it between my legs,
only this time I angled it upward with my hand and guided it to my
profusely dripping entrance. Once the head was in, I held his balls in my
hand. Afraid of the virgin pain I'd heard about, I only let him ease it in
a little way before pulling on his slippery, dripping little ball sack to
make him pull back out.
When that didn't hurt, I let him ease it in a little further before I
pulled him back out. It felt wonderful, so I let him ease it in as far as
he wanted. This time, he went very deep and it burned a little. My legs
began to shake so badly that I could hardly stand up so I gripped his balls
and pulled him back out. Still worried about pregnancy, I rubbed his slimy
little cock until I felt steadier and then asked him if he wanted to squirt
his baby juice into my hand before he put it back inside.
He rubbed my wet pussy and told me that he wanted to see what real
fucking felt like and that he wouldn't hurt me and wouldn't get me
pregnant. We should just relax and have fun.
I believed him so I guided it back inside and let him do his thing.
This time there was no burning when he entered me, only tremendous
pleasure. I grabbed his bottom with both hands and felt his muscles bunch
and relax with every thrust. He went slow and easy at first, often
stopping deep inside and holding it there.
I was a little scared of that at first because I thought he might be
getting ready to squirt his baby juice. All I knew about how boys made
babies in girls was from what I'd heard from an older cousin once. She
said that when it happened, the boy would push it in as deep as he could
and hold it there. Then you'd feel hot little pops deep inside followed by
a spreading warmth. Then his penis would get soft and he'd pull it out.
Since I didn't feel the pops and warmth when he planted it deep inside,
and he most certainly didn't get soft, I figured there was nothing to worry
about and relaxed.
I began to enjoy the feeling of his little balls snuggling up against my
pussy and his hairs tickling me every time he pushed it deep. I soon
wanted it even deeper than he could get it. I was a little taller than him
so I tried bending my knees but we almost toppled over. I was so very
horny for this boy's wonderful young penis, yet incredibly afraid at the
same time. I was enjoying his awkward penetration more than words can ever
say, but I sure didn't want to get discovered or pregnant.
I loved his being slow and gentle, but I wanted to feel it fast, too. I
told him to go faster and he did. Soon he was thrusting into me like a
locomotive and we were both grunting with even greater ecstasy and the
increasingly difficult effort of staying upright.
I felt a lawnmower handle against my back and braced myself against it,
pushing my pelvis lewdly out at him. He picked up even more speed as I
lovingly caressed his straining back. The speed of his fucking caused him
to penetrate me more deeply than before, and I finally felt him hitting the
bottom of my cunt. It felt so wonderful to have an excited penis thrusting
inside of me that I never wanted it to end. The fluids never stopped
seeping from my cunt walls and his penis was so wet that it made loud, sexy
smacking noises with each of his enthusiastic rabbit thrusts.
His breathing grew loud and labored just before he lost his rhythm and
began to grind slowly against me. He moved his little prick in circles a
few times, which felt wonderful, then thrust it deep. I clamped down hard
on him, suddenly afraid that this time he was squirting his baby juice, and
then he groaned.
I felt his penis swell and throb, but there were no hot pops or
spreading warmth. He didn't get soft, either. All I could feel was more
wetness flooding my pussy. He strained against me for a long time, but
didn't start thrusting again. He just said we'd better stop now.
Regretfully, I loosened up and let him pull out. There was a plopping
noise and then I was empty. I figured that he must have been worried that
he'd squirt his baby juice if we did it any longer.
I took him in my hand and once again offered to help him squirt his baby
juice, but he said he was satisfied and pulled up his pants with his penis
still wet and stiff. When I asked him if we shouldn't try to make it go
down, he said it might never go down after feeling what it was like to
really fuck.
That made me happy and I pulled up my own pants, already wondering when
and where we might do it again. Never again in the shed, that was for
sure. My legs were sore and shaky, and I was sweating like a pig.
Fortunately, I was still two years from my first period. The little
devil continued to have stealth orgasms inside me for quite some time,
thanks to my ignorance and copiously flowing pussy, but he eventually
started ejaculating with enough force and volume for me to feel it. I made
him use condoms after that, which he was able to buy from a machine in a
men's room at the bowling alley.
We eventually went our separate ways, but I don't think I could have
gotten through my hormone-crazed early teens without the relief I got from
that sneaky little squirt's wonderful young penis.