there's a little motor in my pussy, wanting all the attention in the world. And all the cocks.”
“Slut,” she smiled at me. “Oversexed nympho slut. Just like me.”
Smiling back, I slid my fingers out of her dripping cunt and trailed my fingertips down her thickened pussy-lips slowly, teasingly, until I was probing lightly at her asshole.
It throbbed at my touch, opening just the slightest amount as if knowing what to expect. So I quickly slid down her fantastic body, lay on my side, and pressed my little 5th-grader's face right into her butt-crack.
“You're such a dirty little girl,” Noelle told me, beginning to masturbate. “You'll do anything. You'd probably even let me piss in your mouth.”
I gave her another little shrug.
“If you want to,” I offered gamely. “The piss thing, I mean.
After all, she'd had me piss inhermouth, just as an experiment when we were both younger. It'd been in the park one afternoon, and great fun, seeing my stream of little-girl pee filling and then overflowing Noelle's eager mouth.
But we'd never tried it the other way.
I think it was because we almost got caught and so had to hurry up and act like nothing too weird was going on.
“You can piss in my mouth right now, if you want,” I said.
“God, you are such a slut! What dirty thingwon'tyou do?”
But instead of answering, I pressed my lips against her warm asshole, then used my moist tongue-tip to probe into the even warmer center of it.
More than once, I'd managed to get my pink tongue so far up Noelle's throbbing butthole it was like I was tongue-fucking her anus. And that's what I ended up doing right then, stretching my tongue as far as I could into her asshole, then sliding it in and out.
“Oh, Maureen, yes,” she moaned softly. “You dirty little slut! Licking another girl's asshole after telling her she could piss in your mouth! God, you're sofilthy! I mean it, I fucking love you!”
“If I'm a little slut, you're a big slut,” I laughed, between tongue-fucking her butt and licking moist circles around the taut little opening. “Remember, Noelle, you actually let me piss inyourmouth!”
She continued feverishly fingering herself with one hand.
“And it was fun,” she breathed to me. “Both watching you piss from so close and drinking it from your cunt.”
“You spit it out,” I corrected her. “After I filled up your mouth.”
“Not all of it.”
I kept licking eagerly into Noelle's rubbery asshole, loving the hot elasticgiveof it under my tongue, the puckered texture of her anus twitching wildly at my attention. I kept at it until she was moaning hoarsely and rocking her butt-crack up and down against my face.
What was her brilliant idea concerning Tim?
I'll admit I was dying to know.
“By the way,” she said then, brightly, “I almost forgot-I've got that big black vibrator that makes us both come so good in my purse. Why don't you get it and stick it up my asshole? Then I'll do it to you…”
I just smiled.
After all, who could argue with that?
CHAPTER 22
“I can't believe we're doing this,” I said to Noelle, my nerves already shot. “This is so crazy.”
It was the next day, Sunday, just after noon, and the two of us were lurking down the street from Tim's house. We were half-hiding behind a huge magnolia tree as if we were just two goofy girls playing some kind of game.
We were both in skimpy shorts and halter tops, Noelle's idea. Our blatant sex appeal apparently had a great deal to do with her plan.
Which, she assured me, was brilliant. Whatever it was.
“It'll work,” she insisted. “You just don't get how sexy you really are. Or how beautiful. I'm telling you, you're impossible to resist. But when we meet him, just let me do all the talking.”
“We're like stalkers,” I said.
Of course, that was true enough of me anyway.
Over the last couple of weeks, ever since the handsome dark-haired boy I was in love with silently walked away from me, and then came back only to catch me having insane sex in the old van, I'd found myself spending time in his neighborhood.
Near his house, near his school, even hanging around at the Greenbriar Mall more than usual. Hoping against hope to see him. To, by chance, talk to him.
But it was crazy and I knew it.
No normal 6th-grade boy (still hopelessly naive at that age) could watch a little 5th-grade girl he cared about being eagerly pin-cushioned by three boys' stiff cocks and ever forget it.
Or forgive it.
It was painfully clear I was just too much of an out-of-control little cock-crazed dirty slut for a normal relationship with a normal boy. And I knew it.
“But what exactly are you going to say?” I wanted to know. “Please…”
But, instead of answering me, Noelle pointed.
“There he is,” she said, and I looked around the big magnolia tree. It was Tim all right, walking the other way. In the direction of the Greenbriar Mall. “Come on, Maureen,” she said. “Let's go.”
“Oh, God…”
Inside the Greenbriar Mall, Noelle and I followed Tim at enough of a distance so he wouldn't know we were there.
He was in the standard almost-a-teen outfit, jeans and a black t-shirt, his tennis shoes untied in that 'cool' way that might one day get caught in something mechanical or dangerous that'd kill him. But, besides that, he looked great to me.
So much so, in fact, that I was having trouble catching my breath.
“I can't breathe,” I gasped to Noelle. “Seriously, I have to sit down.”
She just gave me a look. Then she pointed to a wooden mall bench.
“Stay here,” she advised. “I'll go talk to him right now.”
“You will?” I stammered, but dropped down onto the bench. “I thought we were both going to do it…”
Noelle smiled down at me.
She looked genuinely irresistible in her skimpy cotton shorts, light blue, with both the butt and the crotch of them clinging to her in a way that left little to the imagination. As gorgeous as she was anyway, the obvious bulge of her clearly defined cameltoe at the front of her flimsy shorts made her even more divine.
Sexually, at least.
And her large round boobs, under a halter top that displayed her slim middle but was barely able to restrain either their size or their heaviness, made her look every bit as if she was a well-endowed young adult. Instead of the mere 14-year-old schoolgirl she really was.
I had to shake my head with a little laugh, thinking about it. Noelle was really something, in anybody's book, but she was still just a kid. But then, with a start, I realized the same could be said about me.
God.
“I'll bring him over here to you,” Noelle promised. “Once he sees you in those little shorts and that halter, without a bra or panties, it'll kill him. I want to eat you up myself, just looking at your crotch and your tits. He'll be
