First it twitched, with a life of its own, and then it began to rise. It jerked and twitched into stiffness and rose right off Vicky's palm, snapping up to hug his belly. At the same time it got much longer and thicker and took on a rosy color.
Patty saw now that the head of his peter was fatter than the rest and deeper red in color. It had a strange dark mouth like a slit. Vicky tugged his jeans down farther, and Patty saw a little patch of brown hair at the base of his peter. Under that was a pair of rosy fleshy sacs. Vicky tickled them with her fingers, and Kent gasped and sighed.
'Kent,' Vicky said teasingly, 'you have a hard-on.'
'No shit,' Kent said breathlessly. 'I wonder why?'
Patty stored away the word 'hard-on'. She figured it meant what had happened to Kent's peter, the way it got so stiff and big, but she didn't know what purpose it served. She stared, fascinated with her brother's rigid swollen prick.
Vicky curled her fingers around the rigid pole and began to pump it, slowly and mischievously. Kent obviously enjoyed that, for his eyes rolled, his face flushed, and he trembled.
'Aw, shit,' he sighed, 'that feels so good, Vicky.'
'Yeah, but don't come yet,' she said, grinning. 'I want to save that for when we ball. It won't be any good with a soft cock.'
Come? Ball? Cock? Patty was hearing so many new words, and she didn't know their meaning. All she could do was watch and learn. She crept farther into the leafy bush, wanting a closer view.
Now Kent was unfastening the little bows that held on Vicky's bikini bottom. His hands were shaking, and he kept fumbling it, but finally he got them untied. He drew away the tiny panties, and Vicky raised her butt to assist him.
Patty gawked enviously. She'd heard that girls grew hair down there, but it hadn't happened to her yet – and she hadn't expected it to look so pretty. Vicky had a beautiful little muff, golden blonde in color, the hairs fine and curly and glistening. Kent eagerly placed his hand on the springy curls and petted them.
Patty unzipped her jeans and had a look at her own girlish muff. It was completely hairless and looked like a ripe pink peach. She petted it, as Kent was petting Vicky, and she felt sharp sensations of pleasure. Again her virgin twat spewed out hot sticky juices.
She would have liked to play with herself more, but she didn't want to miss anything. She peered out from the bush again and saw that Kent was slipping his hand between Vicky's legs. Vicky gave a squeal of delight and opened her slim legs wide.
Patty had a fleeting glimpse of the neighbor girl's slit just before Kent's hand covered it. It looked very pretty, a bright healthy scarlet expanse of moist tissues. Patty wondered if she looked the same, but no matter how far she bent over, she couldn't see herself. She made a note to have a look later with her hand mirror.
'Oooo, Kent, yes,' squealed Vicky.
Patty looked up from her own wet little pussy to see what had made Vicky cry out. Kent had pried apart the fat furry lips of her muff and was touching a little red button of flesh, teasing it with the tips of his fingers. Vicky seemed to go crazy with pleasure as he touched her there. She squealed and moaned, and sticky cream oozed from her pussy to wet Kent's tickling fingers.
Well, if it was that great, Patty wanted to try it, too. She slid a finger down inside her jeans and – still watching her brother and Vicky – sought out her own little joy button. Her finger slipped between hot puffy lips, and then she felt it, a tiny nub of slick hot flesh. She rubbed it – and felt a jolt of pleasure that almost made her squeal.
No wonder Vicky was going wild. Whatever that funny little button was, it felt fantastic to rub it. Patty moved her finger more briskly on her tiny hot clit, and her belly felt like it was melting with sensual joy. Cream poured from her virgin cunt, wetting her finger. It was the most fun thing she'd ever done.
'Ohhh, Kent, too much,' Vicky moaned. 'I can't stand it. Let's try balling now. I want it now.'
There was that strange word again. Patty wondered if balling had anything to do with fucking. She watched intently to see what Vicky and Kent would do next. Kent took his hand out of Vicky's crotch and quickly slipped his jeans off. His cock was fiercely erect, lying flat and taut against his belly and oozing bright cream. He looked very excited.
Vicky opened her legs wide. She lay on her back, looking at Kent with wide hot eyes. Patty had a really good view of her pussy, and at the center of that scarlet fleshy slit she saw a little dark hole. She wondered what it was for.
Then her view was blocked as Kent climbed on top of Vicky. He settled his legs between hers, and his right pale ass began to jerk. Patty saw him put his stiff rosy peter into Vicky's strange little hole. His peter went up and up, disappearing inside Vicky. Then he began to move it in and out of her. 'Ooooo!' Vicky squealed. 'I love it, Kent. It's really great. How does it feel to you?'
'Far out,' Kent said hoarsely. 'Really far out…'
His pale butt jerked furiously, and Patty watched in amazement as his long hard peter zipped in and out of Vicky's tight hole. It seemed like such a weird thing to do.
'Oh, yeah, ball me, Kent,' Vicky moaned, 'fuck meeee…'
So balling and fucking were the same thing, Patty noted, and it meant a guy putting his peter inside a girl, in that mysterious little hole between her legs. Patty thought it was sort of silly and funny, but Vicky and Kent were sure having a good time, panting and moaning and sighing, their bodies jerking together.
Well, if it was that great, maybe she should try it herself. She didn't have a peter, but she had a finger to experiment with. She slid a finger down into her steamy slick crotch, encountered intricate folds of flesh, and finally located her own little hole. Making her finger stiff, like Kent's cock, she hesitantly eased it into herself.
She had to stifle a yelp of pleasure. It felt really good.
She slid her finger farther up into her silky wet snug little passage. Sharp jolts of pleasure radiated through her body. She had the finger halfway in when she encountered a thin membrane that blocked the way. In her impatience and curiosity she popped her fingertip right through it.
There was a twinge of pain, instantly drowned by more pleasure as she eased her finger in all the way. It was a tight fit, making delicious friction. She began to jerk her finger up and down, like Kent was jerking his cock inside Vicky, and again she almost yelped aloud with joy. It felt soooo good…
Kent and Vicky were really going at it now, Kent's tight little ass flying, Vicky's lithe little body jerking under him in time to his strokes. Suddenly Vicky threw her slim legs up around Kent's waist and dug in her heels, forcing his cock even deeper into her body.
'Ooooo, Kent,' she wailed, 'ball me harder, deeper… Oh, yeah,yeah… That's great.'
Kent was balling her so hard and fast that Patty could actually hear it from her hiding place – the slap-slap of their bellies smacking together, the funny squishy noise of his cock reaming her juicy tight hole. Patty wanted to laugh, but at the same time it made her very excited.
She worked her finger faster and faster in herself, like Kent was working his cock in Vicky, and suddenly the strangest most wonderful sensation exploded inside her. It was all she could do to keep from screeching her pleasure. She felt her own hot juices gushing out, soaking her hand, and then she sort of blacked out, falling into the grass, her body convulsing joyously around her jerking finger.
As she came to again, still experiencing delicious spasms of pleasure, she decided that she wanted to learn a lot more about fucking. If it was this good with just her finger, it had to be very good with a real boy.
When Vicky first begged him to ball her, Kent could hardly believe it. She didn't seem as eager today, and she kept teasing him and putting him off. He thought maybe she was a prick-teaser after all.
She played with his cock, pumped it, and let him undress her and feel her pussy. She seemed to get very excited when he rubbed her little red joy button, and then she was saying it was too much, she couldn't stand it, and she wanted to ball. Kent was skeptical – but when she lay back on the grass and opened her legs wide for him, he decided to give it a try. All she could do was say no.
But she didn't say no. To Kent's wonder and delight, she just lay there, grinning and trembling eagerly, and let him crawl between her legs. He seized his erect cock – Jesus, it had been hard since yesterday! And rubbed it between her legs, trying to find her cunt. It was the first time he'd ever balled a girl, and he found it wasn't so easy to hit the target.
He got lucky, though. After only a moment of fumbling, he felt his bloated sensitive rod sliding into a little
