Stacey no longer cared. The emotions had been building up inside her, and even though she was only eleven years old, she had reached puberty about two years earlier.
The eleven years she had spent in this world had never allowed her to experience the pure joy that she was feeling now. She could feel the walls of her vagina stretching as never before. The pain was minimal and actually added to the pure blissfulness she felt. The total fulfillment that she had with every plunge of his cock threw her deeper into etcasy.
I moved closer to watch Mark drive himself deeper into Stacey's cunt. I could see how the lips of Stacey's pussy stroked the skin on his shaft. I could see how wet she had become and was only regretting that it was my brother and best friend I was watching and not myself. The slapping of his balls against her ass and the sucking sound, that was made with each plunge, was driving all three of them of us mad wanting for release. I snapped another picture of his hard cock penetrating her love tunnel. I then reached down into my own shorts and began sliding my fingers between the moist lips of my own vagina. I never thought I could get so hot and excited as watching two others have sex within inches of myself. It was even more exciting, as I knew they had both been virgins just a few seconds ago, and either hadn't cared or had more courage than I, to cross that final line into full sexual intercourse.
Mark could feel the cum building up in his balls. Even as young as he was, he must have known it wouldn't be much longer before he exploded. His fear of cuming inside her, caused him to pull completely out. This left Stacey and him both in utter uncompleted emotional disappointment. But to Stacey's surprise, Mark pulled her down to sit on his face. His tongue darted forth and swirled into her tiny hole. She began driving her mound deeper onto his mouth. I could hear my brother sucking the juices from her cunt. Grabbing a small hairbrush from the dresser, I yanked my shorts and panties down. I knew my fingers were not enough to give me the complete satisfaction I needed just now. Ramming the small handle of the brush deep into my own confines, I felt my vagina contract and pulsate with each pump my hand plunged the handle inside of me with.
Stacey was now bucking up and down and Mark was having a hard time insuring constant contact with her clitoris. His balls now ached with the need for release, but he would not let go of her legs and he forced her to ride his face until she was moaning with the first wave of her orgasm. As she pumped herself on his loving tongue, she grabbed her own nipples and pinched them. She threw herself into a frenzy. Her pussy began contracting and she pumped her hips a few more times before coming back to reality.
Standing up from his face, she looked back to where Marks cock was pointing up like a soldier at attention. I could tell she knew nothing about how to suck on a penis and was scared to try it. So she leaned over and cupped her fist around his shaft and began pumping it. Marks erection grew in size. I don't think Stacey or I would have thought this would be possible, but saw it happen right before our eyes. His usually limp penis was only about two inches in length, but now it was almost four. I wondered how he had been able to get all of that deep inside her. It was then I noticed I probably was plunging over five inches of handle deep into my quivering mound.
Stacey looked over as I plunged the handle of her hairbrush deep inside me. Reaching over, she grabbed the camera and caught a shot of me masturbating. I didn't care in the least. It actually got me more excited knowing we have a permanent record of this event for all times. Stacey said she wondered if the film could catch the intense speed that I was pumping it in and out. Just then I began quivering and my legs convulsed as I reached my own orgasm. It seemed like I might never satisfy myself as I continued to plunge the handle deep within my mound. My legs were flailing from the intense orgasm I was giving myself.
Marks own reaction to Stacey's pumping his manhood with her hand, was to close his eyes and concentrate on the electric pulses he felt building up deep within his balls. With each stroke Stacey made, she brought him that much closer to his release. He could feel her hand sliding upward, pulling the skin of his cock over the crown at the end and when she pumped back downward, it reminded him of when he plunged his cock deep within the dark wetness inside of Stacey.
I was now complete in my own pleasures and I rolled over to within a few inches of where Stacey was manipulating Marks shaft. I could see his sack tightening and I leaned over and ticked his balls as Stacey continued her stroking action. Every muscle in Marks body tensed now and I knew he would explode any second. He drove his hips upward forcing Stacey's hand to reach the base of his cock slam into his crotch. I could see that Stacey's head was just above my brother cock and I wondered if I should warn her about how he would spurt easily that small distance. But it was too late as I watched Mark begin spewing his hot white semen forth. It spurted into the air to land on Stacey's cheeks and hair.
His body trembled and his throbbing member spurted again, covering on Stacey's tiny nipples. I was close enough that some landed on my own face. We watched him buck up and down until the last spurt came forth from his throbbing cock. Stacey then released her hold on his shaft and Mark leaned back in deep exhaustion. I teasingly reached over and pumped his cock a few more strokes and watches some final semen seep through the eye at the end of his shaft. He begged me to stop, but I refused. Now I would get revenge on all the times he had punched me. His penis had been going limp, but with my continued strokes, I saw it again become enlarged. Just when it was at its full erection, I let go of him, and said "Suffer, butthole."
Mark didn't think of it as suffering, he was glad I had let go.
His balls ached, from cuming so hard. He felt he might never be able to get it up again. Every muscle in his body hurt, as if he had run five miles and wrestled a bear. Well maybe he had wrestled a bit.
We got dressed and Stacey combed the sticky fluid from her hair.
Entering the front room, we sat to watch some more television. It was just in time as Dave walked back in through the front door a few minutes later. He asked us if we had behaved and didn't get into any fights while he had been gone. We replied we had been perfect and hadn't even yelled at each other.
Dave thought that to be strange, as they were usually at odds with each other. It was as he headed down toward his bedroom that he noticed some pictures lying on the floor in Stacey's bedroom.
Curious, Dave picked one of the pictures up and saw Marks cock jutting out in plain sight. The other two pictures finished the tale. He just placed them on Stacey's dresser and walked out and went into his own room. He decided it was her life, and that, though Stacey was his daughter, she was her own person as well. He thought about all the times when he was younger and wished he could have experienced life as well. The best he had during his early years was masturbating and dreaming of the most perfect woman he could imagine. Those were years lost and he could never make them up. But he certainly couldn't encourage her to start enjoying the thrills of sex without seeing it from a parents viewpoint as well.
Dear Diary,
School starts in about two hours. I had better stop a minute and get into the shower before Mark wakes up. Else I will never get ready in time to catch the bus. I'll be back in just a second.
Dear Diary,
Never mind. Mark has again beaten me to the bathroom. I might as well continue with my story.
After Dave got dressed, we headed out in the car to the movies.
The line was short, as the show had been playing for almost two weeks already. It was a science fiction movie we had all been wanting to see, but hadn't had the time before to get to. The theater was dark and they headed toward the middle, where we could see the movie well, and still be away from the few other people already seated. Mark went to end of the aisle and sat. Then Stacey and I followed. Dave sat next to me and we leaned back to get comfortable while waiting for the pre-views and commercials were over.
Dave glanced over and saw Mark and Stacey were holding hands. Dave whispered to me that it was strange to think of one of the neighborhood boys actually with his daughter. He thought he had always realized it would be like this, but had hoped for some dashing young rich man to pull up in a limousine and ask if his daughter could go for a walk with him a few paces behind to protect his little girl if she needed him. Well she's not so little now.
Dave admitted to me that Stacey had always been mature in her thinking and had more common sense than most of the kids he knew. Her grades at school had been slightly above average, but not perfect straight A's. It was good enough that she tried and that was all he could ask of her. He was more proud of her now then ever before.
As the movie started, Dave noticed that my hand had crept underneath the arm rest and was pressing itself against his crotch. He covered my hand with his, so that any casual glances in their direction would hide them. His cock strained to be free of his pants, but this was definitely not the place to whip it out. So I just deftly slid my hands into the waistband and down under his briefs to encase his now hard shaft with my tiny fist.
Dave couldn't help himself from reacting to my touch, and as I stroked my hand up and down his rock hard shaft, he could feel his hot jism boiling inside his balls, screaming to be released from their prison. I pumped him fast and harder. Suddenly he spurted inside his underwear, soaking himself and my hand. I continued stroking him until his cock became limp and depleted.
Pulling my hand from inside his pants, I lifted my fingers to my mouth and sucked the salty semen from them. The sight of that almost made Dave want to get up out of his seat and throw me to the floor and take me right there in the theater.
Mark had watched the entire act of me pumping Stacey's father out of the corner of his eyes and was so engrossed he never noticed that his arm around Stacey was positioned so his hand could cup her budding breasts. Stacey noticed it though, and she reached up and forced his hand to place pressure on her tiny nipples. They began jutting forth through the thin tee-shirt material and Mark swirled his fingers around the arora of her nipples. Stacey felt her panties becoming soaked in the way her body responded to his caresses. I could see her knees drawing back and forth, as she caused her vagina to open and close in the pulsation to his playing with her breasts. I knew she couldn't orgasm this way, I myself did the same thing sometimes, but that it still felt good to do it, though it always left me excited wanting more.
We watched the entire movie this way and as the ending credits rolled onto the screen, we got up and exited through one of the side doors that no one else was using. Dave had a big stain on his pants and we teased him about pee-ing himself. He told them he had spilt his coke and to let it go at that. But we continued to tease him, so Dave pointed out that it must have been hot in the theater and Stacey sure had sweated a lot, 'cause he could see right through her thin shorts and panties from all the moisture built up there. Stacey thought she would die of embarrassment as we got into the car to head to her house.
We got home and Dave went into his room to change clothes again. Stacey and Mark decided to go for a bike ride. After they left, Dave went into Stacey's room, where I was borrowing a tee-shirt and noticed that pictures were still lying where he had placed them on the dresser. Dave looked at them and saw that the angle of the camera had caught Marks shaft on the out bound stroke and he could see Stacey's vaginal lips stretching out to keep him deep inside her. Damn, he said to me. I really wished she had waited until she was at least sixteen. I might have been a little more emotionally prepared. Oh well, the best I can do, now that she has discovered how wonderful sex feels, is to counsel her on attempting to postpone any more until she is older and then make sure she understands birth control. There are to many unwanted babies in this world for children to be having children themselves. I told him that I was glad that he wasn't mad. I knew that Stacey would just die if he found out and asked him to never say a word to her about finding the pictures. He said he'd never tease or reprimand her on something as private as this. So long as a friend of hers, by the name of Lori, would happen to hint that she might be a bit more cautious in the future? I told him I would talk with her at our first chance alone.
Dave knew all young adults wanted to explore the opposite sex, yet knew how it could easily it get out of hand when you have two inexperienced people trying it out on each other.
If they were just more open in the schools, maybe half the kids who end up pregnant wouldn't have been so eager to jump into bed with someone else.
It's not that sex is bad, it's just that when young hormones start talking, it's hard to keep a rein on it. Young boys have yet to learn self control. True all men think with their little head from time to time, but until they gain some experience and the novelty has worn down, they think totally with their little heads in the heat of the moment. I was at least fortunate to have someone as experienced as Dave was.
After about thirty minutes, the kids came back in, sweating and hot from the bike ride. They grabbed soda's and sat to play some nintendo. Dave was sitting on the couch relaxing in almost a napping position. I scooted back until I was leaning up against his legs. Mark and Stacey were engrossed in the game that they were playing, so Dave leaned over and slid his hand down my shirt and cupped one of my tiny breasts in his hand. He toyed with my nipples until I was wiggling on the floor from the reaction it was causing between my legs.
I wondered how my breasts could stimulate me this way. They were just flesh and fatty tissue. Why did men seemed so fascinated by them? It was then I realized that because they were a part of my privates, and secret to open viewing, that must be why men are drawn to them. In many countries, women go around topless and men do not even notice them. Boy was I glad we lived here in America. Then again it could also be the fact that his touch was sending extremely small electric jolts throughout my body, leaving me wanting more.
So this is what foreplay is a part of… I thought, "I definitely like it!" Though I had seen Marks cock plunging into Stacy's pussy, and I knew that it must have felt so much more powerful then the small amount of love tickling I was experiencing, I knew that I could trust Dave to never go to far, unless I was emotionally as well as physically ready for it.
I let him continue to cup my breasts and I reached into my own shorts and pulled them slightly away from my crotch, so he could look down and gaze upon my love triangle. His reaction was to grab my breasts even harder.
I teasingly let him watch me bring my hand to my mouth and wet my fingers with saliva. Holding the material far enough away so that he could get a clear view, I slid my now wet fingers between my labia. The lips on my vagina stretched apart and he could see how I slid my fingers up and down.
I looked up at Dave and winked, I said, "I have to go to the bathroom, back in a few." Dave knew I wanted him to follow, but didn't want it to be obvious to the two playing nintendo. So he got up and went into the kitchen, got a soda, and went back into the front room.
Dave set the can down on the coffee table and observed Stacey and Mark playing a dual game that could take quite a few minutes to finish. He headed down the hallway as if to go to his room, when he veered left into the bathroom. I had left the door slightly ajar in anticipation.
He saw me standing there brushing my hair, and I thought of the picture he had seen, that showed the handle of the hairbrush deep inside my warm tunnel.
Dave told me I was brushing the wrong set of hair. Reaching down, he gently tugged my shorts to the floor of the bathroom. He noticed I had changed into a light purple pair of panties and commented on how they looked so sexy. Taking the edge of the elastic on my panties he rolled them downward, instead of just pulling them off. My tiny tuft of pubic hair came into view and he leaned over and kissed each individual hair. Dave continued rolling my panties down until my tiny slit came into view. Plunging his tongue into the small valley formed there, he heard my breath increase in anticipation of what might happen.
Dear Diary,
At no time did Dave make any sudden moves. He was so gentle and trustworthy. I know he will never hurt me and I will never do anything to harm him and I care for him as he has opened a door to my life that I wish never to be closed again.
As my panties finally touched the floor, I stepped out of them and squatted so his tongue could penetrate me even more deeply. He reached over and grabbed the hairbrush I had been using just a few moments earlier. Placing the handle against my virginal entrance, he worked it back and forth until it slid it effortlessly into the warmth inside.
I could feel my vagina stretch as it attempted to engulf the odd shaped handle. My muscled quivered and contracted. He leaned over and sucked on my pussy lips as the handle continued its travels deep inside me.
The start of my first light orgasm, began down at my toes, to my knees, and deep inside me. His slurping sound was much greater now as he drove me over the edge and my legs buckled in the wave after intense wave of pure emotion. My orgasm lasted for what seemed like hours.
As I finally spent myself, he stood up and I leaned over and kissed him, tasting some of my own juices that had flowed over his mouth.
I reached down with my free hand and pulled his pants down, which freed his manhood to stand straight out.