when Debby moved out of the way. 'You were enjoying it. Look at that clit juice stain. That's from you, Debby. You were having a good time with my finger up your ass hole.'
'Leave me alone,' said Debby Pettibone, trying to gain her composure. 'You're just a little fart. Nothing more. A bitch and a fart.'
'Don't talk to me that way,' said Sharon, 'or I'll have to give older sister a spanking. And I know you wouldn't want your little cheeks to be all black and blue when Kevin comes to pick you up tonight. Now would you?'
'You're a little ass hole,' said Debby.
Sharon grabbed her unassuming sister. She shoved Debby back down and started walloping her hand on her sister's cheeks. She slapped and spanked until tears came into Debby's eyes. 'Oh, God, please stop,' she moaned. 'I didn't mean it, Sharon. I'll never say something like that again. Please stop.' Sharon smacked her sister's buns a couple more times and then she let the older girl up. If it were a true contest, had Debby not been reaping some sexual gratification from the whipping, perhaps then she'd have won a physical competition against her sister. But it was not an athletic event — it was a bit of masturbatory play for the two of them, and they both enjoyed it a great deal.
'Well,' said Sharon, noting her sister's cherry blush, 'we're going to have to do that more often, eh Sis?'
'Oh, yeah,' said Debby halfheartedly because she was still recovering. 'Sure we will…' She rubbed her sore fanny. 'My ass is going to be sore for weeks.'
'Oh, you know as well as I do,' said Sharon, 'that if you wanted to you could go another round of spanking right here and now. You're really into that shit.'
'Leave me alone, little girl,' said Debby. She would always do that to Sharon, pull rank, when she wanted to end things or to go on to something else. It was her way of saying that she was done playing one game and ready to try out another. She picked herself up off the bed and started getting ready for her date. 'You know,' she said, combing her hair in the bedroom mirror, 'you really ought to do something about those ugly old horns of yours, little sister.'
'I didn't know they were that ugly,' said Sharon. 'And what do you suggest?'
'Oh, well, as for their appearance, it's just not nice seeing them stick out all over the way they do. And as for what to do about them, well, you could shove it up your ass…' She turned around and smiled devilishly at Sharon. Then she tossed the young girl a hair brush with a plastic handle shaped not unlike the stalk of a firm boner. 'Or you could tickle your clit. Or, you could go out and get laid. That would probably be the best thing to do. It would do you the most good.'
Sharon Pettibone spread herself out on her bed. She reached down between her two legs and rubbed her loins. 'I don't want to lose my virginity just yet,' she explained absentmindedly. 'You know what I mean? I just don't think it's time.'
'Why not?' said Debby, putting a beret into her hair to hold it in place as a large blonde bun on top. 'Afraid?'
'How old were you?' asked Sharon. 'When you got your cherry popped, as they say?'
'I was twelve, going on thirteen,' said Debby with a smile.
'Yer kidding,' said Sharon.
'No,' said Debby, 'I'm not. I was playing squat-tag in a cucumber patch and I just happened to sit down in the wrong place.' She laughed uproariously at her own joke. Then she turned to Sharon. 'Actually, I was only twelve years old. His name was Barney. He had a big thorny thing. We were out in the back yard on Charles Avenue. Mom and Dad and you were in the house doing I don't know what. We were messing around out by the avocado tree. I just wanted to have some fun. I didn't know for real what we were doing. He took me behind the tree and told me he wanted to kiss me. I'd kissed plenty of guys so I wasn't worried. He was maybe sixteen or seventeen, so when he kissed me it was kind of different than with some of the guys my own age gave me his tongue and I didn't know what to do. I thought maybe that was how people got pregnant or something. I didn't know. He was French kissing me.
'I think I was wearing shorts then. You know, little cotton white shorts that came up high on my thighs. I have nice legs, and that's what made Barney think that I was a lot older. He thought maybe I was fourteen or fifteen or something. Anyhow, he got me down on the grass and started rubbing his leg up and down between my legs. I didn't know what to make of that. I just knew it was making me feel awfully good. He went sliding that leg back and forth. I reached around him and took hold of his buns. I liked the feel of a boy's buttocks even back then. I didn't know why, really, but I knew I liked it. I felt him up, rubbed his crack a little, you know, and boy oh boy did he get hot! He got to pushing up and down on my pelvis and rubbing his cock there and everything. I could feel that lump. I didn't know what an erection was, but I knew that he had something different there than what I expected. He went pushing it up and down against my legs. Like I said, I wasn't wearing anything but shorts and a blouse because it was summer and it was hot and we were outside. But it sure was nice feeling him rubbing up against me, and I could feel that muscle of his even through that pair of levies he was wearing.
'Then something funny happened. He just stopped. He stopped kissing and rubbing and everything. Like as if it was nothing at all to him. I didn't know what to make of it. There I was all hot and everything and he had completely stopped all together. I didn't know what to do. I was only twelve but I had this feeling in my titties, in my nipples which were almost fully developed, in my mammaries that maybe something had happened. I looked down at his levies and there was this darker blue spot. You know what I mean? His jeans were darker there than they were everywhere else. I wondered if he peed or something. Then he told me: 'We can do some more in a minute, Debby. You just have to wait a minute. You want to see it while you're waiting?' I kind of had an idea of what he meant by IT but I didn't want to make him think I was ignorant or anything. I didn't know what to say. I thought maybe that was the right thing to do. So I told him to bring IT out. And he did.
'I nearly fainted. It was so big, Sharon, I just can't tell you.'
'I'm getting hot just listening,' said Sharon Pettibone. 'What happened next?'
'Well, next, he makes me lick it. He wanted me to go rubbing my tongue up and down on it. At first I didn't want to do it. I don't know why, but I told him that I thought it was nasty, which I really didn't think at all, and I told him that I could get in a lot of trouble from Mom if I did something like that. He told me not to worry, that he would take care of my mom, that there wasn't anything wrong at all with licking it. I told him I didn't know for sure if I should and then he made me look one more time.
'After I saw it that second time, how thick and thorny that thing was… well, Lordy be, I just couldn't refuse him that. I couldn't resist it myself, neither. I went right on down on it, rubbing my chin first, then my lips sort of light and all, and then my tongue. That was the best part, for both of us. I liked to rub my tongue up and down on it. I treated it like a big lollypop. I went sliding my tongue on one side and down the other and then on the bottom of the shaft and then on the top and then I licked up that whole big mushroom head. There wasn't anything I wouldn't have done for that boy then. I took that whole hog, or as much of it as I could get, into my mouth and I sucked. I made it really tight in my face and I moved my neck back and forth, swung it around like as though it was a flesh stick of some sort. I took to rubbing and sliding like that till it was good and ready. Mmmm, boy, it was so nice! I just can't tell you how much I enjoyed sucking off that stick of his.
'Well, anyhow, if I hadn't enjoyed rubbing my tongue against his cock that way, and if I hadn't enjoyed sucking him like that, I probably wouldn't have let him pop my cherry when I was just a kid. Because that's what made me so hot. Blowing him like that, and I didn't know nothing about it. You know what I mean? I just got hotter and lusty and all, and I didn't even know what to call it.
'He told me to take off my pants, which I did. And then he told me to take off my panties, and I did that too. He went looking down there, looking around as if he wanted to make sure that it was healthy or something. He went pushing his tongue in and out of it, too. I asked him why he was doing that and whether or not it was nasty, and he said it sure didn't taste bad to him at all. I liked the feel of that tongue of his rubbing up against my pussy like that. He knew just how to get hold of my clitoris and make it hot and thick and stiff. And besides, we were out there in the bright noonday sun under that avocado tree and there was like a little summer wind blowing. It was so romantic, I just can't tell you…
'Anyhow, one thing led to another and the next thing I knew he was sticking that big sword of his up into my twat. You know what I mean? I had that whole big meat to deal with. And it was thick, too! It was about as long as a broom handle, or that's the way it looked to me. And he was jamming it into my pussy. You got to remember that I didn't know a damn thing about sex or anything, and I was just laying there with my legs spread out and this boy Barney stuffing that big thorny thing into my twat-hole. Jesus, I thought I was going to die. When he was done I
