The sensation soon was making both of us tremble with excitement.
“I can come like this,” I told him. “Do you think you can?”
“Heck, yes!” he gulped, pressing his hips forward so he was even tighter against my entire body. “It's unreal, how good it feels.”
I nodded to him, then pulled on his cock a little, inching just the smooth tip of it slightly more into the warm wetness of my cunt. I wanted to let him feel what it would be like, to push even deeper into the very tight opening of me.
“It's like you're fucking me,” I whispered to him, moving my hand a little faster so that itwaslike he was fucking me. “Do you want to go in deeper?”
He was breathing hard, shaking all over, in fact, but he looked to me nervously and asked, “Do you want me to? To go in deeper?”
I was trembling every bit as violently as he was, my breath racing as I nodded and told him, “I want you inside of me, Tim. I want you to fuck me.”
It took no more than that for him to suddenly push his hips forward.
At least half of the shaft of his slim cock suddenly slid into me. I gasped with a little shudder, then let go of his cock and put my hand on his bare hip, slowly pulling him the rest of the way into me.
“I'm inside of you!” he informed me, swallowing hard. “All the way. We're actually doing it.”
I smiled at him, giving him sort of a wicked little look.
“You're fucking me,” I told him. “I'm your new girlfriend and you're going to fuck me really good, right?”
He gave me a look back, then nodded.
“I'll fuck you really good,” he promised. And then, “But what if you get pregnant?”
That stopped me for a moment, unsure how to respond. Then I said, “My parents found out about my older boyfriend and were so mad they made me get on birth control. Just in case. I never stopped taking it.”
He just looked at then, realizing two things at once, I assumed: one, I wasn't a virgin and two, he could have sex with me.
“So you won't get pregnant if I come inside you?”
I just shook my head. “Now that I'm your girlfriend, you can fuck me all you want, any time and anywhere. Just always fuck me real good.”
“Iwillfuck you real good,” he promised somberly.
And, with his throbbing young cock still inside of me, he finally started fucking me, slowly at first, but gradually with longer and faster in-and-out thrusts that made me believe him.
Wedged into the corner of the seat as I was, I cradled him between my warm bare thighs, beginning to move against him with a series of little upward thrusts. My young cunt was sucking at his throbbing cock as I did so, and I started tightening up the slick little muscles within me-going for the 'snapping-turtle pussy' thing my folks had told me about.
And my new boyfriend reacted immediately.
“You're so tight inside!” Tim marveled, his rigid dick pumping into me. “Your pussy's grabbing at me!”
So I kept it up, tightening my slippery cunt around his slender dick with every jerky pump of his narrow hips, my arms going around his neck and holding him against me as I brought myself closer to the orgasm I wanted.
“You're fucking mesogood,” I breathed to the boy, squirming beneath him. “Don't stop, don't stop! Keep fucking me!”
He continued thrusting into me, a little awkwardly at first, even with the long, hard strokes he was giving me. But a few moments later, our jerky motions against one another gradually became more synchronized.
And a lot faster.
It was the kind of perfect fuck I'd been waiting to get from him since the first day I'd met him.
“Oh, God, Tim, yes!” I panted, urging him on with my skinny thighs squeezing his naked hips “Fuck me harder, harder! Ohhh, I love it, Tim, I love it! Uhhh! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
He came first, of course, his overheated 12-year-old cock jerking suddenly within my 11-year-old pussy. Not that I was surprised.
It was the second time that morning his young cum erupted, this one spurting deeply into me. But I kept him at it, grinding my pubic bone up into his own, as we urgently squirmed together.
I was bringing myself off using the slick pressure of his hard pubic bone pressing repeatedly against my quivering clit. In truth, I was a little preteen angel who knew how to come underanycircumstance.
Or a dirty filthy little slut. You decide.
“I'm coming,” I let him know. “You're making mecome! Don't pull out, don't pull your dick out of me yet! Uhhh, it's so fucking good! I love it! Oh, God!”
And with both of us still panting and grinding our crotches together, we soon were wrung out like a couple of limp dish rags, our skinny bodies shiny with sex sweat, our breathing slowly returning to normal.
Tim looked at me then, a long curious look, then asked exactly what I knew he eventually would.
“Maureen, was it better than your first boyfriend?” he wanted to know, so sincere about wanting to please me it almost made me cry. “A better fuck, I mean?”
I gave him a reassuring smile.
“Way better,” I told him, again lying my little 11-year-old bare ass off. “He could never even make me come…”
That got a wide smile out of him.
It always did, with any boy, when I said that.
Like I said, they all wanted to be the first atsomething. Making me come the first time while fucking was just as good as anything else I could come up with.
“That's great,” he smiled. “I'm so glad to hear it.”
CHAPTER 9
As I've already mentioned, the very first time I joined my mother and father in their bed for a night of hot sex was the day I officially became a 9-year-old. It was my birthday, of course.
It was just after midnight and I'd been asleep in my own bed, when suddenly I was awake, alerted by my mom's urgent cries. She was moaning loudly, “Don't! Stop! Don't! Stop! Please! Oh, God, Don't! Stop!”
Which, of course, was really her coming her brains out as my father fucked her half to death, so that she was really begging him, “Don't stop! Don't stop! Please, oh God! Don't stop!”
Duh.
But at my tender young age, and half-asleep anyway, I'd raced down the hall to my parent's bedroom, thrown open the door and found my naked sweaty mother up on her hands and knees on their bed. My father was kneeling behind her with his big hard cock pounding in and out of her pussy.
“Mom!” I gasped. “Are you okay?”
She merely turned a smiling face to me at my childlike concern. And my dad, without missing a single stroke as his big cock kept plunging deeply into her, said, “Come and see for yourself, Maureen.”
And so I did.
But in reality (which I've never admitted to either of my folks), I'd known all along what they were doing: fucking like crazed weasels. And I'd merely wanted to join in on their dirty fun.
Because, even though that was my first time for sex with my own parents, I'd been eagerly instructed in a few sexual adventures well before that. And it was a secret I'd kept for a long time, not wanting to get anyone in trouble.
When I was still a child-like girl in the 2nd grade at St. Katherine's Academy, a sweet little 7-year-old with no more thought regarding sex than any other dumb kid at that age, I'd been approached by gorgeous Noelle Henderson.
