They were at the park now, sitting on the very structure where the whole story had taken place. Daniel listened without interrupting. His erection ached for release, but he didn't say a word. They sat side by side on the upper deck of the play structure with their legs hanging over the side. There were also swings and teeter-totters and monkey bars in this little park, but they all stood motionless in the night. The only movement was Danielle's little feet which swung back and forth as she talked, hypnotizing Daniel as he listened from his position beside her.

"Jared came back for more a couple of times, and I was of course more than happy to please him, although we couldn't do anything at the play structure anymore because my friends were always around waiting for a replay or something. They wouldn't leave me alone, now that I'd practically 'gone all the way' with a boy.

Jared and I managed to hook up again in this old garage in the back lane over here, about a block down. It wasn't locked, and nobody even lived in that house, so it was a pretty safe place to play, so to speak. He was walking along beside me, talking about what had happened between us when I asked him if he'd told anyone.

'No way. I didn't tell anyone. You're too young to be doing stuff like that with, ' he said. I was a little hurt that he didn't think of me as old enough to date seriously, but another part of me could see his point. Mostly though, I wanted to prove him wrong. I wanted to jack him off again and make him all dizzy and sweaty and coming, as he called it.

'I didn't tell anyone either, ' I lied. I'd told my closest circle of friends and they'd sworn secrecy.

'Good, ' Jared said. 'It's better if this stays just between us.'

'If what stays between us?' I asked.

'The stuff we're doing?' he said.

'We only did it once though, ' I replied.

'Well, do you want to do it again?' he asked me, and my guts exploded inside me like a cheerleading squad flipping and tumbling around in celebration of some small victory. He was a horny little bugger apparently, and although I was too young to date or anything, he had no qualms about using me as a living sex toy. The idea that I was being used never entered my mind though. At the time I thought I was the one who was using him. I considered myself lucky he was even talking to me.

'Where?' was my first question, never mind whether or not we should. He took that as a yes and led me to that old garage.

We ducked in there and he backed me up against the door, grabbing my little palmfuls of breasts, and latching onto my neck with sloppy wet kisses. My heart started flying a mile-a-minute and the next thing you know he was grabbing my crotch too. I didn't know what to do about it. It was just strange and tingly and exciting to be touched by a boy, even above the clothes. I knew I should stop him, but I was swept away in the flood of his apparent desire for me. It was wonderful and terrifying at the same time.

'Can I just... ' he said, and slid his hand into my pants. He wriggled his fingers under the elastic of my panties and told me to spread my legs. Then his fingers were on my little slit and he was rubbing me awkwardly on my peach-fuzz-covered box -- the first boy ever to do so. I just stood there, shaking like a frightened baby, afraid to do or say anything that might make him change his mind, make him see me as just a useless little girl and stop what he was doing to me.

'Does that feel good?' he asked.

'Yes, ' I lied. I couldn't really feel anything special. His touch down there just sorta felt 'nice'. More importantly, it felt emotionally wonderful to be so intimate with a guy I thought was so wonderful. He was stretching my being into something more than it was and I just hung onto his forearms and tried my best to enjoy the ride. Suddenly he found my clit though. Oh my God! A jolt went through me that started at my crotch and shot up from my feet all the way to my brain. My stomach flipped over and my knees gave out for a moment. I had to snap myself back into place.

'Uh!' I think was what I said, really loud too.

'What, this?' he said, and touched my clitty again, giving it a little wiggle with his finger.

'Uh!' I said again. It was like fire and lightning and tickles and bliss and fear and power all at the same time. I'd never felt that way before in my life.

'Keep doing that, ' I told him. 'Don't stop, Jared.'

I was shaking like I had a gun to my head or something, and stammering his name like I was begging for my very life.

He kept tickling the little bump he'd found down there and I kept jerking and weakening in front of him. I wanted to lie down and just lay there on the ground forever, letting him fondle my clitty, but he slid his finger away and tried to shove it up inside me.

'OW!' I said, way too loud. He shushed me and I pulled his hand away. 'That fuckin' hurt!' I said. 'Don't do that!'

'That's where the dick's supposed to go, ' he told me, 'inside there.'

He poked his finger in again, straining my little cherry, and I cried out again, slamming my legs shut and pulling at his wrist.

'Ow! Stop!' I said. 'That hurts!'

As wonderful as his fingers felt on my clit, his fingers on my hole were nothing but pain — burning, stinging, tearing, pain. I wanted nothing to do with it. On the other hand I was worried he would dismiss me as a dumb little kid as I said, and I didn't want to displease him. Part of me was screaming to just let him have his way, but another part was overwhelmed by the intensity of the pain he'd given me. Eventually I just pulled his hand away and told him it was his turn now. He let go of me with a grin and pulled his pants down.

'Do that thing you did last time. Make me come again, ' he said.

'Yeah, I know, ' I said, trying to be cool and confident. There was his cock again though, making my brain melt at the very sight of it. It was hard and twitching, and pointing at me with lust, like a commander, demanding pleasure. I reached down, more than happy to obey. My excitement returned and I actually dropped down to my knees while I did it, to get a better look. I decided somewhere inside, without even really thinking about it, that when he came again it was gonna me all over me again, just like the last time. It seemed the only right way to do it, at least according to my virginal little mind.

I knelt down there and wrapped my fingers around it like I was claiming a prize. It was hard and thick and pulsing inside again, and I so was I, or so it seemed. I stroked him lightly, watching his eyes, watching his dopey little smile, feeling the heat of him. I ran my finger up and down it, stroking it with my nails, tickling him, just generally playing with him, having fun with it. It was a toy to me, and I was enjoying it as much as he was.

Finally, after a good five minutes of that teasing and toying with him, I began pumping his cock in my hand, firmly, and steadily, the way I knew he liked it. It's what made him come last time, and I wanted it to happen again. I'd already gotten him so worked up, so fidgety and breathless; I knew it wouldn't last long. I couldn't wait for the come. My heart pounded every time he flinched, expecting the great burst of white love to come spraying out at me, but it was only a flinch, time and time again, so I simply went a little faster, adjusting my grip on him, shifting back and forth on my knees to view it from a different angle. My arm began to tire, but I was too excited to slow down. I switched hands, but found my left hand too clumsy and jerky. My right hand was smooth and steady. So I switched back. He groaned, and nodded in agreement.

As I worked, I found myself studying it, watching his face, watching his balls jiggle every time I tugged forward on his skin. I even reached up and tickled them while I yanked on him, massaging them and generally feeling them up as I tugged on his meat. This made him moan out loud, in apparent ecstasy, so I kept doing it. The look on his face was heaven. I grinned to myself and went even faster. I was mesmerized once again, just tugging and pumping and staring with my mouth wide open, when all of the sudden his come shot out of him again. I don't need to tell you it squirted right into the wide open O of my sweet little teen mouth, squirting in a thick hot stream right across my tongue and into the back of my throat. I jerked away and twisted his cock sideways, turning to gag and spit and cough while his squirting finished off to one side of me. He looked down, realized what happened to me, and laughed out loud.

'Ah, ah, uh!' he said, while I just sat there coughing my guts out.

'Blech!' I said.

'Oh my God! Did I get you in the mouth!?' he said back to me.

I nodded. My eyes were watering. I was still gagging and spitting.

'Score!' he said, and laughed again.

I tasted come for the first time that day, and probably would have liked it, if it hadn't caught me by surprise the way it did. After a while, when my coughing and gagging stopped, I could actually taste the stuff. It wasn't bad. Not good, but not bad, just kind of bland tasting. Of course only one little squirt actually got into my mouth, and I'd coughed and spit most of it out, but what I could taste wasn't completely repulsive. When I did taste my first full load, I actually did like it.

Anyway, that was the end of that encounter. Jared had finished, making a mess of me again, and I smiled up at him like an eager little puppy. He actually patted me on the head too, wiping his cock across my face with a drunken little grin. I grimaced at the obscenity of the gesture, but let him do it. If he was enjoying himself, that was fine with me. As soon as he was done though, he yanked up his pants again.

'Let's get out of here, before someone finds us.'

'Wait! Don't you want me to do it again? I'll do it again for you, Jared. Don't go yet.'

I was pathetic and way too eager, but what do you expect. He might as well have been a celebrity for all the reverence I held for him. He pulled me up off my knees and told me to clean the come off my shirt. He didn't offer his shirt this time, he just walked out. I found an old rag on a tool bench shelf and used it to wipe the evidence down.

Then I went home to change, and explore more of that hot little button he'd found on me.

The next thing that happened was that Jared told his friend Paul what had happened with me, and his friend Paul became immediately intrigued. Well, more with the idea of getting off on something other than his own hand probably, but he was intrigued no less. Jared came to me a few days later and told me to meet him at that garage again, and to make sure nobody saw me go in there. I was as excited as ever. I'd been practicing my technique on one of the rungs of my wooden headboard and was getting pretty good at it.

I went down to the garage, pacing around nervously, waiting for Jared, getting all tingly and hot down in my lady place as usual. I even found myself getting a little damp down there, which was unusual. It felt nice though. It made it not so itchy. I began to associate the wetness with excitement, since it usually got that way when I was excited about something sexy.

Jared arrived but he was not alone. He was with another boy who I'd seen him playing football with. He introduced him and told me that he'd told Paul about our little secret game. He called it a game. I was suddenly scared. Now there were two of them and only one of me. I was all alone, and two years younger than them. They saw the look on my face and told me not to be scared. They would be nice, if I was nice to them.

'Just do to Paul what you did to me, ' Jared said.

I was confused. I'd thought that Jared liked me. I'd thought that the stuff we'd done together was a special little secret, but here he was letting his buddy in on it as well. Was I just some play thing to him, no more important than a bicycle that he'd share with his buddy with a high-five and a grin? These were my first thoughts, but I soon decided that maybe I was so good at it that he wanted to share me with his friend too. Maybe this meant he thought I was mature enough for more. Perhaps he wouldn't have done all this with some dumb little girl. That made me feel better and I nodded. 'Okay, ' I said. Suddenly I began to feel excited again. Now there were two boys to make come with my own hands. I was the luckiest girl in the world all of the sudden.

They started out by pawing at me, rubbing my chest, my ass, my crotch, rubbing their bulges on my hips and my ass while I just stood there, loving the attention from these two older hotties, like a flower in the sunshine. It was scary and exciting. I was burning up inside, feeling their hands on me, and their bulges rubbing against me through their pants.

Finally the boys dropped their pants down and their cocks sprang out in front of me. I stared from one to another, wondering how I'd gotten into this position, how I'd gone from an innocent little kid the week before to standing there with two cocks in front of me waiting for my attention.

'Do Paul first, ' Jared said, 'since he's new.'

'Okay, ' I replied.

I knelt down in front of Paul and smiled nervously up at him. He grinned down at me, looking more terrified and excited than I was.

'I've only done this a few times already, ' I said. 'I hope it's okay.' I was trying to sound innocent and modest, but my supposedly innocent eyes were locked on his cock and I was licking my lips even as I said these things, like a hungry kitten looking for some cream.

He nodded, breathing a little heavy and I took his cock in my hand. I gave it a few exploring strokes, up and down its shaft, over its head and down around his balls. I lifted my other hand as well and just played with his cock for a few minutes, feeling its hardness, its heat, its smooth baby-soft skin. I was getting excited and nervous and horny and a little bit dizzy, but I kept going. I played with him, teasing and toying like how I usually began with Jared, and he seemed like he was dying, like I was too good to be true. I loved it! I felt like a little goddess on my knees, in control of this sexy young boy's entire universe.

'Am I doing it right?' I asked. 'Does this feel good?'

Paul nodded, half grinning, half moaning. I was apparently doing a wonderful job.

I took the thing in both hands now, one on the shaft, and the fingers of my other around the skin below its head, and I began stroking him fully. He moaned again, and I looked over at Jared for approval. Jared was stroking his own cock and looking on with lust at my handiwork.

That's when I got another bold idea. I was pretty full of them in those days. I waved Jared over to us, and took his cock in my right hand, while continuing my work on Paul with my left. I was shaking, and sighing, and sucking in these nervous little gasps, scared I would do something wrong and mess the whole moment up. I didn't stop though, even when my shoulders started to ache, and my forearms were burning from exertion. My knees were killing me too, on the hard cement floor, but I was too obsessed with pleasing these two boys to care for my own discomfort. What was a girl to do? I just knelt there in front of them, jerking them off for all I was worth, one in each hand, hoping they'd come soon so I could rest my aching arms.

Paul's cock was a little different than Jared's. His was slightly longer and a little thinner, and darker I guess, although I couldn't tell if maybe it was just dark like that because of all the blood flow in it, or if it was always like that. He also had less hair around it. Other than that they were pretty much the same. I could grab both of them by the shaft and I had about an inch and a half, maybe two inches of cock left over outside of my grip. I held the skin tightly and jerked it over the soft plum heads, over and over, glancing from one cock to the other, panting, smiling, and looking up into their faces as they stared down at my sweetly pumping hands.

'Uh... uh... uhmph... ' My little pants were the only sound in the quiet little garage. My nose was itchy and I had to lean in to scratch it with my thumb, almost getting Jared's cock in my mouth when I did. I wrinkled my nose at the thought and turned away quickly. They both had their eyes closed and hadn't noticed, although I think Jared might have felt my hot breath on his cock for a moment there. He opened his eyes and looked down, just as I turned away.

'How you guys doin'?' I asked, slowing down a bit from the ache in my arm. This was definitely a motion I wasn't used to, though the guys probably had it mastered.

'I'm just fine, ' Paul said. 'How are you, Jared?'

'Never better, ' Jared answered. 'How are you, Danny?'

And I said, 'Getting a little sore, but I'll manage. You guys hurry up and come, okay?'

'You just do a good job, and we won't be able to stop ourselves, ' Paul said.

I figured out a technique they both seemed to like. I found that when I let my wrist give a little snap back after each tug forward, they both gasped and closed their eyes. Their mouths opened in a wide WOW shape so I kept right on doing my new trick.

And then Paul says to me, 'Kiss my cock, Danny. Lick it. Put your mouth on it. That'll make me come faster.'

I shook my head no, looking up at him with my innocent young gaze. I was too afraid to try something new at that point, although the idea was not without appeal. My arms were killing me. Any thing I could do to speed things up would be a life-saver.

I was good at it though. I gripped those two shafts firmly and pumped up and down like I meant to yank their cocks right off. The boys were moaning and sighing and letting out these sexy little panting sounds that made the hair on my neck stand on end. I just kept jerking them off, staring up into their eyes, searching for approval and watching for any sign that the come was coming.

That's when I got my next big idea. Motivated by the pain shooting through both arms, I gathered up a mouthful of saliva and spit it out onto Jared's cock. Suddenly my hand was slippery and slithery all over his cock head and he flinched violently from some super sweet tickling sensation I was now giving him. I made another mouthful of spit and spat on Paul's cock as well. His reaction was pretty much the same, except he added:

'Uhng! Ah... fuh-... Hmmmph!'

I smiled proudly, and massaged the slippery spit all into his cock head where the most intense sensations seemed to originate. Jared's cock was drying out a bit so I spit on his again, and then on Paul's. I kept it up until their cocks were frickin' slimy with the stuff. They began thrusting in and out of my grip like it was one of my nice little warm wet orifices they were wishing to be inside right then. Their pace sped up and I just kept my hands still now, spitting and massaging, spitting and massaging, as their cocks thrust in and out of my wriggling little fists.

'Ah! Oh god! Oh fuck!' Jared said.

'Amen, brother, ' Paul answered. 'It's getting close now. Ah damn!'

Jared came first, squirting his goop out across my shoulder, and gripping my hand onto his cock with desperate strength as he emptied himself onto me. I twisted his cock sideways so that his stuff squirted right into my face, and I pumped it out onto my skin, shutting my eyes and turning my head this way and that, trying to catch it all. He cried out to God again and then laughed at me.

'Holy shit!' Paul said to Jared, gasping for breath to form the words. 'You weren't kidding. What a little nympho!' He was so damn sexy right then I almost wet myself. Actually I did, quite a bit. I was pretty wet already, but when he panted at me like that I felt this big Fwoosh! down there, and I shivered sensuously, feeling naughty and sexy all of the sudden. I didn't know what a nympho was, but I decided it must be something good, judging by the wide grin of agreement on Jared's face.

Jared was done now, and I was covered in his come, smiling and jerking at him until he pulled my hand away and stumbled backward, leaving me to finish off Paul with both hands. I grabbed Paul's nuts, spit on them too, and tickled him and jerked him to a growling finish. He growled at me like he was mad when he came and I was a little scared for a moment, but I kept right on stroking until he was finished. I aimed his shot right into my face the way I was 'supposed' to and he splooged all over me, adding to Jared's mess and leaving me covered in the stuff, in my face, in my hair, on my neck, on my chest. I released Paul's cock and shook a few strands of the stringy goo from my wrist. It wouldn't come off though, so I just wiped it across my chin with the rest of it. Then I stared up at them, grinning like the dumb little girl I was and gave a little bow.

'Beautiful, beautiful little girl!' Paul said.

'I ain't so little, ' I replied.

'Have you fucked her yet?' Paul asked Jared.

'No. She won't even let me put a finger in her.'

'You are so a little girl, Danny. But you're damn good at jerking a guy off. Can I come back for more another time?'

'Sure, ' I said, "I'm glad you liked it. I'm still learning. Sorry if I screwed anything up.'

My voice was shy and timid, but the come dripping off my face made me look like a total whore. I just kept smiling though, knowing they were loving the sight of me covered in their sexy mess. I was embarrassed in a way, but at the same time I was loving it just as much as they were. My guts were burning with fear and desire.

'I'll be back, ' Paul said. 'Definitely. Many more times. I wish I could kiss you right now. That was so good.'

I wished he could kiss me too. I wanted it so bad. My face was covered in his best friend's come though, and I don't think they were that close. I don't think he would have even wanted to kiss me with his own come on my face.

'Next time, ' I said.

It was in that moment that my feelings for Jared changed as well. The adoring love I'd felt for him for the longest time was suddenly eclipsed by the excitement of the attention from this other equally hot young guy. Paul suddenly 'liked' me too, and for some reason having Jared approve of me was no longer the meaning of my whole existence. It was still very important, but not at the center anymore. Now there was Paul too, and I swelled with pride and lust and panic, wondering if I might get more out of him emotion-wise than I had out of Jared.

I also decided right then and there that I wouldn't be telling the girls about this one. As exciting as it was for me, I wasn't entirely sure they wouldn't turn against me and shun me as a slut. I was being a little slut now that I think about it, but I didn't care at the time. I was swept up in the excitement and just taking everything as it came.

The boys left me there once again, covered in their loads with only an old rag to clean up with, and a promise to return for more when the mood took them.

And come back for more they did. Paul came back to me for more later that same day in fact. That's when I got my first kiss from him. It didn't last long though; he was on his way home for supper and he just wanted another quick one from me before he went home from the evening. I was more than happy to oblige and I soon had his cock slimy and slippery with my spit and I wrapped both fists and it and squeezed it tight, wriggling my fingers as he fucked in and out of the little vagina my hands made. I didn't take it in the face this time; I just held on and let him finish inside my hands. He cried out, shivering and shaking, and pumped out a load of warm goo into my palm. I noticed for the first time how pathetic and helpless and absolutely stunningly gorgeous a boy looks when he's coming. He looked like he could cry, die on the spot, and fall down and worship me all at the same time. It makes me shiver just thinking about it.

Anyway, he kissed me again (my face was still clean of come), and headed out the door with a little stagger. I sat there on the ground studying the come in my hands up close. It was white and milky. It was stringy and sticky. It had a strong smell to it. I brought my hand to my mouth and tasted it. It tasted bland but had a creamy texture to it. I licked some up into my mouth and studied it some more that way, rolling it across my tongue, swirling it around in my mouth, and getting myself used to the taste of it. It was a very strange thing to do, but I was a very curious young girl, and it might be a while before I got that opportunity again, or so I thought at the time anyway. I swallowed what was in my mouth with a grimace. It was like eating raw eggs or something. I licked the rest of it off my hands and swallowed that too. It went down a little easier but it still took some getting used to. I shrugged and smiled, proud of myself for being an adventurous girl, and then I wiped my hands dry on the old red rag and headed home thinking that Paul's come was actually kinda yummy in a perverse sexy sort of way. I began to wonder how his cock itself tasted.

I didn't need to wait long to find out. Paul came back more than Jared did after that. He had me jerking him off at least once a day in that musty old garage. Every time I did it he would beg me to lick his cock, to kiss it, to put it in my mouth where it's nice and wet, but I never would. In spite of my explorations of his fluids in private, and my growing curiosity about actually having his hard throbbing dick in my mouth, I was still too scared. Another part of me struggled constantly with a gnawing feeling of guilt and shame every time I did it with him, but I couldn't stop myself once the ball got rolling. I told myself I would slow down, back off, ease up, but every single time Paul called on me for service, I jumped like a little slave girl to tend to his pleasure. I was hooked on cock after only a couple of weeks.

Jared didn't completely forget about me, but he did cool down a bit, moving on to more important things and only returning for a turn every week or so. I didn't mind. Paul kept me more than busy.

I began to feel like I was falling in love with him too, in my silly little girl way. He became my whole world very quickly and consumed my every waking thought I found myself masturbating more and more, gripping a rung of my bedpost with one hand and palming my clit with the other, wishing Paul was there with me in my bed for some private time in the comfort of my own home. I still had feelings for Jared, but Paul was actually paying attention to me, and that made me feel like a little goddess.

Anyway, I got better and better and jerking Paul off. My endurance got better too, and it took a lot longer for my arms to get tired after a couple weeks of doing it every day. I even went so far as to stash some clean towels and hand cream in the garage where I met with Paul, and I got into the habit of draping it over my shirt like a bib so that when he shot in my face it wouldn't stain my clothes. He seemed to love shooting in my face for some reason, and I loved taking it. By the end of the week though that towel was crusted with so many loads it was as stiff as the old rag I'd started with. I preferred the hand cream a lot better than spit too. It smelled a lot nicer when I was done, and it lasted longer without drying up on his cock too. Plus, it also made him come a lot quicker. It used to take five or ten minutes sometimes with my bare hand, it took three or four minutes with my spit, but with the hand cream he was usually done in three minutes or less, no matter how slow I tried to go. He just loved the feel of my slippery little hands on his cock and he couldn't last long before spraying his happy load into my grimacing, grinning little face. For some reason, he used to like finishing himself off with his own hand when he was about to come. I guess he liked taking control and aiming it into my face while I sat there with my hands thrown backward like wings and took it on my pretty little lips and cheeks and forehead and neck and nose, and all over my shiny blonde hair. It was a bitch to clean up, but the towel and a comb helped.

Sometimes I would insist he shoot into the towel, claiming that I 'didn't want a big mess today', and after he was gone, I'd lick it up off the towel and swallow it down like a fine delicacy, feeling naughty and sexy, but later ashamed and embarrassed when I walked out of that musty old garage and the light of day hit me like God's spotlight.

The other thing I liked about Paul was that he didn't stop at just one load. He would sometimes let me do him twice in a row, jerking him messily with my hands full of hand cream and the come of his previous load. He seemed to love that feeling. He said it felt like he was actually fucking me. I was still too scared to give him anything more than a hand job, but the boy was coming more than he could handle as it was and he didn't complain. Other times he would stop after one, but then tap his tummy at me a while later, our signal to meet up in the garage in a few minutes for some fun.

My friends asked me for details when I would return from these sessions, but I just told them I was kissing Paul, and that Jared and I were history. I didn't get into the full story with them. I began to feel superior to them, more mature, like I'd gone way beyond their level, and they were just little girls compared to me. I suppose in a way it was true, but I was still friends with them.

Finally one day after about a month of slippery sexy hand jobs in our little hiding place, my friend Janie started being a little bitch to me, calling me names in front of the other girls, pretending to be joking, but hitting pretty close to the mark.

'You're a little slut these days, aren't you? You're like constantly sneaking off with Paul, doing God knows what. What's it like being his own personal whore, Danny?'

She said it with a smile, but there was a sting in it.

'Fuck off. That's not nice, ' I answered.

'Hey, I'm just kidding, right? If it's not true, it shouldn't bother you.'

The look in her eye told me she wasn't kidding at all. I think she was just jealous that I was getting all this attention from Paul and she wasn't. It was easy to dismiss her jabs believing that, but they really did sting. Part of me was struggling with the idea that she was exactly right. I was Paul's personal whore, and what's more, while it was going on, I loved it that way. It was only later that I felt the crush of guilt on my mind, and I didn't need Janie to remind me.

Anyway, it was those little jabs that prodded me to escape deeper into my sexual adventures with Paul. It was also Paul's constant begging for me to just go ahead and take it in my mouth already, 'just to try it. Just once. Come on! Please, Danny!' etc., etc. So one particularly emotional afternoon, I decided to just surprise him and go for it. Hell, I'd been secretly downing his come for weeks already. What was the big deal with taking his dick in my mouth? I could no longer think of a good reason, so I decided it was time to quit being a little baby and service my man properly. He seemed to love being jerked off with his cock all wet and slippery. What better source of slipperiness than my drooling little mouth? And if he loved my agile little hands, how much more would he love being trapped in my wet slippery mouth, fighting with my wriggling little tongue for space inside that tight little grip?

I was wearing pig-tails that day, and a pleated skirt. I had socks up to my thighs and a somewhat low-cut sweater (though I didn't really have much boobs yet). I looked so fuckin' cute I even wanted to jump myself. This was the day! And I wanted to be irresistible to him when he saw me sitting with my legs dangling off the play structure here. He walked up to me and smiled lustfully. I remember it vividly.

'What's up, Paul?' I said, parting my thighs a bit to flash my little white panties at him. If he had any thoughts of skipping the adventure today they quickly disappeared as his cock twitched to life.

'You look so hot!' he whispered.

'Thank you, ' I said, licking my lips and rotating my fist around suggestively as I brought it to my chin.

'You wanna go to the garage?' he asked sheepishly, obviously flustered already by my overt little display of seduction. I may have been young and somewhat naive at that point, but I knew damn well what got Paul going. I learned it through long and arm-wrenching practice.

I hopped off the play structure and started walking toward the garage. He watched me go, just standing there, looking around to see if anyone saw me leaving. He followed behind me a minute later, walking slowly, so as not to draw suspicion. I got to the lane behind the house, went into the tall rickety gate, looked around, and ducked into the garage. Moments later he popped in as well, grabbed me and kissed me hard, weakening my knees instantly and turning my guts to water, which apparently trickled down and began flowing out my pussy. My panties were instantly wet right through. I reached down and fished his dick out of his pants, stroking it as we kissed, and then dropping down to my knees without breaking eye contact.

'No hand cream this time?' he asked when I started pumping on his shaft.

'No, ' I said. 'I've got a better idea. Close your eyes.'

He nodded, looking oddly confused. Little did he realize the surprise I had in store for him. He was so used to me saying no it probably never occurred to him that I was about to say yes for the very first time, without even saying anything at all.

I began with the usual tugging, rapidly pulling his skin back and forth along his length and fondling his balls. Then I moved on to slow gratuitous stroking, with both hands, all along its length. He moaned out loud and I decided it was time to become a real woman.

I was on my knees, jerking his cock with one hand and fondling his balls with the other, and I just reached out with my tongue and gave his cock a little lick. I finally did it. I finally screwed up the courage and took my first taste of cock. My guts were a tangled mess and heart was pounding so hard I was literally dizzy, but I did it. My tongue flicked out and brushed the underside of its face, leaving a small trail of wetness behind that my hands quickly massaged in.

'Ah!' he said as if I'd bit him. I grinned up at him, proud of myself for stepping up to this new level. 'Did you just lick it!?' he asked.

I nodded, and gave it another lick, looking him right in the eye and smiling mischievously, a thirteen-year-old girl stroking his dick toward my outstretched tongue.

'Again?' I asked him, knowing there wasn't a chance in hell he'd say no.

'Oh, God yeah!' he said.

So I did it again, flicking out my tongue and taking a little lick on the end of his dick. I licked at the end of his cock a few times, and even wiped my tongue all the way around it, and then slid my tongue back and forth across his dick's face where I knew he was extra sensitive.

'Nice?' I said, desperate for his distracting approval. He nodded. I licked him a couple more times. It must have been agony for him, being teased like that, but I still hadn't quite worked up the nerve to take the thing in my mouth. He grabbed the sides of my head and pulled me forward. I closed my mouth and his dick slid across my lips, denied access to the sweetest heaven the male anatomy could ever know.

'Please!' he said. I didn't shake my head no this time, but I didn't open up and take him in either. I just rubbed his dick back and forth across my lips a few times, trying to work up the courage to open up and take it in. He was dying, moaning in agony with the horrible wait. I bowed my head down, feeling his heated shaft against my cool cheek as I fought with myself to just do it already. The innocent little girl I once was didn't seem to want to die. 'Come on, bitch!' I told myself in my mind. 'Just do it! He'll absolutely love you forever!'

I couldn't though. Not yet. Soon, but not yet. What was I fuckin' waiting for!? I didn't know, so I just kept going. I licked him again, longer and slower this time, right across the underside of his shaft, and on up right off the end. I even went down and tongued his balls, trying to stall for time, before slithering all the way back up to the eye of his dick.

Then he solved the problem for both of us with one little phrase.

'Ah! I love you, I love you, I love you!' he cried out.

ZING! That did it for me. If there was a magic word to make a naive young girl like me forget all her fears and fall down before his every whim, that was it. My entire body flipped inside out all of the sudden and my head just about popped. I could only compare it to an emotional orgasm. Did he really say he loved me? I wanted to throw up and dance for joy at the exact same time, but mostly I wanted to hear him say it again.

I repeated the long, slow lick, from the bottom of his bag, to the tip of his twitching erection, smearing my smooth, wet, slippery tongue all the way up his cock in a wandering journey that took almost a whole minute, slithering back and forth like I was drawing a series of little wet S's.

'Oh, God, I love you, Danny! That is so fuckin' nice!'

ZING! POW! CRACKLE! BOOM! BAM! My brain sizzled like a fried circuit board and my personality was perhaps changed forever in that one sex-affirming moment. Being near a cock = pleasure. Pleasuring a cock = pleasure. Cock = pleasure. Sizzle. Crackle. Zip. Zoom. Pop.

I suddenly wanted to suck on his cock — all the way. No more fuckin' fooling around.

Suddenly I was licking his cock, long and fast, over and over again, like he was a living Popsicle, a hot throbbing Popsicle that would release its cream filling if I kept at it. He shuddered and shook and held my head like he was dying and I was the angel who would take him to heaven.

'Take it in your mouth, Danny. Please! Oh, God, please suck on it, Danny.'

I immediately and without the slightest hesitation did just that. I brought it to my mouth and pressed my lips to it first, and then paused, looking up at him. One last flash of hesitation reared its head. Part of me was still trying to hang onto the last shreds of my innocence. Once I did this there would be no going back.

The determination to please him won out though, and the lost little puppy dog look in his gorgeous hottie-boy eyes — that clinched it for me. He pressed forward and I simply opened my lips and let it slide in, still locked onto his now awestruck gaze as his pulsing hot dick entered my mouth for the very first time. He watched it go in and I watched him. His mouth dropped open in shock, and then ecstasy as he felt my mouth enclose him. I closed my eyes just then, saying goodbye to my innocence once and for all. I felt its round little head slide in and my lips widen to wrap around his shaft and I felt the little-girl-fear drain away as well. I was a woman now, and I was giving head. I felt his dick throb in my mouth and I was surprised at how nice it felt. I tasted a trickle of his precum on my tongue, like sweet honey. With my eyes closed I could feel everything, just like a kiss. I pulled back a bit, kissing it on its head, and then very, very slowly slid down onto it in again, giving it experimental flickers with my tongue as I went. Then I pulled off again, swirling my tongue around its head and giving it another loving kiss. I slid forward again, wrapping myself around even more of his throbbing Popsicle and giving it another flicker of my curious little tongue before pulling off again. He moaned like he was dying. The boy was in absolute heaven. I swelled with pride and lust, more of the fear died away, and I took him in again, a little further this time, and held him there like that, massaging the underside of him with my tongue as I slowly turned my head from side to side in slow teasing circles, exploring the sensuous experience of making love to him with my mouth. My eyes opened again and flicked up to his face. I sighed softly through my nose as I saw the look of desperate love, worship even, painted all over his face. My tummy tumbled over and I realized that I loved him with all my heart and soul and apparently my mouth as well — his cock felt wonderful inside my sweet teen kiss, smooth and round and hard, throbbing inside me with every little move I made. It was gorgeous! I loved it! It was this love that spurred me onward with greater urgency now. I pumped my head downward and took him all the way to the back of my mouth all at once. Then I pulled off of him and gave him a few more like that. One, two, three, breathe... one, two, three, breathe...

He almost fuckin' died on me right then, feeling my mouth sucking, sliding, swirling, and whirling all around him in those six rapid back and forth attacks. I froze completely still for a moment, genuinely worried that he was having a heart attack or something.

'Ah! Ah! Oh shit! Oh God, Danny!' he babbled at me. He stumbled backward into the tool bench behind the door, and I was pulled along with him, clinging to the end of his cock with my hot suction, and shuffling forward on my knees. I met him at the tool bench, plunging down to the back of my throat again when he stopped backing up, and then pulling off again in a slow tongue-wiggling stroke.

He sounded like he was laughing and crying at the same time, just the way people do before they go insane. I stopped again, holding still. I didn't want him to go insane.

I wasn't even moving on him, just my tongue in slow side to side swipes underneath him. Even that little motion seemed to be killing him, so I stopped all together to let him catch his breath. It was my first time giving a guy a blowjob and he seemed to be absolutely loving it already, with all his being, only thirty seconds into it. He'd never gotten head before and I might as well have been a fucking expert for all he knew.

I shouldn't have been that good my very first time, but my weeks of hand job practice and my curious, attentive mind had taught me a few things: First, he loved it when I wiggled my fingers back and forth underneath his cock's face, so I naturally translated this into sweet whipping and swirling motions with my tongue. Second, he hated it when I scratched his cock with my fingernails, so I naturally translated this into keeping my teeth well back from the skin of his dick while I suckled him. Third, he liked it when I squeezed him tightly in my hands as I jerked him off, so I naturally translated this into a gentle suction with my mouth as I worked on him. Finally, he liked that I was always eager to pleasure him with my hands. This got him hot for some reason, knowing that I was enjoying giving him pleasure as much as he enjoyed the pleasure he got from me. This translated into a natural eagerness and enthusiasm in pleasing him with my mouth as well. These things actually came to me mostly through intuition though. I hadn't actually sat down and thought them through. I just did what came naturally in my growing understanding of how to please a cock. Suffice it to say, my very first blowjob was already better than a lot of girls who'd been at it a long time, and he was loving it beyond belief, loving me as well, I decided, and that made me even more eager to please.

So there I was, on my knees with his cock caught comfortably in my motionless mouth with a gently pulsing suction. I wiggled my tongue back and forth underneath his cock and he felt it intensely. I was very pleased with how intensely he felt it actually. He gasped out loud, sucking in breath through gritted teeth and grabbing my head in both hands, hooking his thumbs over my pony tails and holding me securely. He jerked and shuddered and the motion caused him to stroke in and out of my snug suction, fucking his cock back and forth across my tongue. It felt good when he did that. It honestly did. I liked the feel of him sliding inside my mouth like that, and obviously so did he. He did it again, pulling back and pushing in again, and I held him tight, feeling his shaft slide across my hot, wiggling tongue. He pulled back again and pushed all the way forward into the back of my mouth, hitting my gag reflex and making me pull right off of him, twisting to one side as though I would throw up.

'Ah, please don't stop!' he said.

I relaxed again and told him not to push so deep. He promised he wouldn't and I slowly took him back in my sweet, loving mouth. He pushed forward, I pulled back, and he gained nothing. He was becoming a little frustrated, so he grabbed my head and guided me in bobbing back and forth on him.

'Go however deep you want, ' he said. 'just don't stop, okay?'

So I sat there on my knees giving that boy his first ever blowjob, sucking gently and stroking him with back and forth inside my wet slippery mouth with the motions of my head. I wasn't sucking very hard, just sort of working him like a Popsicle. He groaned and shuddered and breathed out all kinds of praise for me. I was beautiful, I was sexy, I was gorgeous, he loved me, I felt so good on him -- all these things polished my developing little ego like a gem, reinforcing forever the connection between having a cock in my mouth and feeling really damn good inside. To reinforce it further, I reached down and began palming my clitty up underneath my skirt.

ZING! Now I was in ecstasy on both ends.

I sucked his cock, slowly, purposefully, eagerly, bobbing up and down its length, pulling it in and out of my hot little mouth, feeling its throbbing increase to a chaotic frequency, and suddenly it swelled into one long throb. The come squirted out into my mouth and for a split second I had the urge to jerk my mouth away. I ignored it though and just let him finish happily in the place where he was. Spurt... spurt... spurt... he filled my mouth with his come, not moving, not breathing, just trembling, and spasming forward a bit, trying to get deeper into my mouth. I felt his warm fluid gushing out and I bobbed and sucked slowly on him, massaging him to a conclusion with my mouth and tongue, the same way I did with my hands.

'Don't stop when I'm coming, ' he told me. 'Keep going until I'm finished.'

So I did. He finally released a long tortured sigh above me and pulled my head to a stop. Good girl, I said to myself. Good job.

He was finished coming but I still didn't pull away. I just stopped my movements and let it settle in my mouth, curious about the texture and taste, the experience as a whole. The gratuitous gushing and spurting had stopped, but he was still throbbing hot and thick, as though his dick were in dry heaves. I moaned happily like I'd just been given candy. It tasted bland and thick, just like before, just a little salty, but not unpleasantly so. It was warm and thick in my mouth a physical symbol of his love for me and his deep intoxicating pleasure. I finally pulled off of him, looking up into his enraptured face with my mouth full of his come. For once I wasn't covered like a whore in his stringy load, but he seemed to like this way of finishing even more. My eyes danced with naughtiness and I was humming to myself, over and over, without even realizing it.

'Mmmmm... Mmmmmm... Mmmmm... '

I bowed my head down, closed my eyes and swallowed it. Then I looked back up at him and smiled sweetly, seeking approval, praise, adoration, anything. It didn't occur to me that he might be grossed out seeing me swallow his stuff like a whore, right in front of him. All I knew was I'd given him the greatest pleasure a young man could ever experience, or so he said -- something to that effect anyway -- and that he loved me! I was the happiest girl on earth.

'You swallowed it?' he said, obviously surprised, but not displeased.

'Yeah, ' I said, my eyes shining with a ghost of the innocence they once held. 'Is that okay?'

'Less mess to clean up, ' he answered. 'Don't expect me to kiss you now though.'

'I don't, ' I said. 'Just tell me you love me again.'

'I love the way you make me feel, Danny. You're incredible at it.'

My heart broke a little, realizing that maybe he only really loved the blowjob, and not me. There was only one solution to that problem, in my thirteen-year-old-girl logic: become the blowjob.

After that first experience I became his blowjob slave. Anytime he wanted it, I was there to give it to him, no questions asked, no complaints. He would come up to me in the park and simply say 'Now?' and I would nod. We'd meet at the garage a few minutes later, or if it was late enough, under the play structure, and he'd be coming in my mouth, swearing oaths of eternal love for me as he spewed his load across my wriggling little tongue. I actually believed him and never questioned at the time why he insisted I not mention anything about it to anyone else. I thought he just wanted to keep me all to himself.

I was in heaven for those few weeks. I sucked so much dick that I was talking kind of funny after a few days, with a weird lisp. I was happy though, in a bittersweet world of denial.

It ended with Paul when his sister caught us together. She came looking for him one afternoon and somebody said he saw him head down the lane where the garage was. She saw us duck into the yard as she rounded the corner and by the time she got to the garage I was already on my knees with his cock in my mouth, eager and obedient, not wasting a single moment before I had that prize between my lips.

'What the fuck!?' were her exact words when she swung the door open and saw us there.

'Oh my God!' Paul said, and yanked his cock out of my sweet suckling mouth with a loud popping sound.

Fortunately she hadn't seen me, only the back of my head, and she ran the moment she'd spoken.

'Oh, no!' I said. 'Who was that?'

"My, um, sister, ' he said, yanking his pants up and running out the door after her. I sat there by myself, feeling confused and afraid.

That was the end of my affair with Paul. His sister hadn't ratted us out, but he never came back again to drop another load in my eager little mouth. Now amount of teasing, flashing, or even blunt invitations would change his mind. I didn't find out 'til later the real reason why."

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