Now am I Your Girlfriend?
I’d just had an excruciatingly intense orgasm, and my cunt felt like it was about ready to collapse; but another was coming. Given that I could feel his cum pooling around my anus as I sat on his cock, I just couldn’t help it. I knew at least one more was coming, and if I kept his cock where it was, maybe more.
But I should go back to the beginning. We’d been playing “boyfriend and girlfriend” for a while now, ever since we were nine and eleven years old (respectively; he’s about two years older than me). It started with him holding my hand, and me asking if I was now his girlfriend. He just smiled and said, “Maybe…maybe someday.”
When he introduced me to kissing, it started with him gently kissing my face, just barely touching my lips. After a few times like this, I found myself responding; my stomach would do gentle flips, and I couldn’t stop smiling as he would tilt my head up to receive his kiss. Oh, and don’t even get me started on when his lips finally touched mine and stayed there for nearly a minute, taking in the textures. I almost fainted.
Again I asked him if I was now his girlfriend.
His response was the same. “Maybe…maybe someday.”
But we continued to “play” at this, and I was happy to go along with it all — it made me feel pretty, and in some way, even at that young age, “desired.”
The first time he held me in his arms while he kissed me was really special. He was gentle and after a quick moment my arms went around him as well. So there we were in a sweet, soft embrace, our lips touching lightly. I was floating. When our kiss ended, I asked again, and got the same answer; “Maybe…maybe someday.”
The first time he rested in hand on my rear end while we were kissing, it made me giggle…until it didn’t. He pulled my bottom closer while gently massaging my ass through my little girl shorts. I stopped giggling right then. I remember opening my eyes to find him gazing at me…I’m pretty sure I blushed, but I leaned right back into the kissing. Just, wow. Talk about “butterflies in the tummy.” I couldn’t stop kissing him.
One day while we were in a private place, he was holding me, running his hands up and down my sides and over my butt. It felt so good, I reached up and kissed him. It was the first time I “lead the way.” Then I felt, for the first time, his hands on my skin. He’d gotten them under my blouse and was touching my sides and back, hands on skin. Never having had such an experience, but taking in the sheer pleasure of the moment, I practically melted into him. I was dizzy with these feelings.
Things progressed fairly quickly after that — whenever we could find a private spot he would lie with me, stroking my skin. We’d moved on to removing my shirt and his. The kisses followed, starting to go places I never imagined. Who knew what a kiss on the tummy could do, let alone a kiss on my tiny nipples? Oh, and his gentle stroking of my stomach, with his hands teasing me by dipping below my waist. And obviously, over time, his hand would gently cup my cunt under my panties while he kissed me. He would gently stroke his fingers along my small opening which had me pushing my cunt into his hand — even if I wasn’t entirely sure why.
The kisses, too, started to change. No longer were our mouths closed and they were becoming much more insistent. The first time his tongue touched my lips and gently pried my mouth open I wasn’t sure what to do, but it felt so right I joined in. Again, WOW. I felt like I was falling in love, but I’d always get the same response to the question; “Am I your girlfriend now?”
“Maybe…maybe someday.”
The most unexpected kiss had to be when we’d progressed to “no clothing” for our little private meetings. And it lasted for what seemed like hours. Who knew anything about an open mouth kiss on the cunt? Certainly not THIS (now) eleven year-old girl. At first I was shocked, and even a little scared, but then the kiss became gentle licks, teasing my labia and occasionally dipping into my vagina. The texture of his tongue, just barely rough, along the slick, smooth skin of my cuntlips, and then, what I’ve since learned is my clitoris, was so beautiful I didn’t know what to do. He kept it up for some time, until I felt something I’d never felt before.
It felt like my whole body was scrunching up on itself, and my insides were pulling all together. When it passed, I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven. By the time I was able to open my eyes, there he was, just sweetly gazing at me. And then he kissed me…his lips tasting of my cunt. Oh, GOD, I wanted to just die with embarrassment, but at the same time I was out of my mind with what I now recognize as lust. Tasting myself and him at the same time made it so perfect, I again nearly fainted.
And don’t even get me started about the “back rub” that became so much more. The kisses that began gently at that spot where my back just starts to rise into the swell of my ass…OMG. And his tongue joining in — just barely touching my anus, before slipping back into his mouth which continued its kissing. Whenever his tongue would caress my anus I could feel its tender roughness along each little wrinkle. It seemed to last forever, until I just couldn’t take it any more. I lifted my ass while his tongue was right where I wanted it. He started to gently probe my anus again, and I was beside myself – I wanted to feel his tongue there, inside of me. I pushed my ass closer, and his tongue slipped right inside…I came like crazy. Oh God, how I came.
Again, when kissing afterwards, I tasted parts of myself I’d never imagined tasting. But I was in heaven.
“Now am I your girlfriend?” I asked.
This time he responded with a sweet smile, and a very different look in his eyes; like he was ready to cry. “Maybe…maybe someday.”
“Private time” was always at a premium, but in pretty short order I started to become familiar with his cock. Up until he started making love to my cunt and anus, I’d generally just lay there soaking in the sweetness of his kisses, touches, and licks. But orgasms, to which I’d only recently become acquainted, fired up my imagination. Since we were both fully naked at this point in our reveries, I found my self touching his cock while we kissed. He certainly seemed to like it. I was just surprised that it always seemed to be leaking. (Was he wetting himself?) I knew nothing about anything having to do with boys or cocks, but I sure liked what we were doing.
So I decided to try my own “kissing” in unusual places, and one afternoon found myself face-to-face (so to speak) with his cock. It just seemed natural to treat it as gently as he had treated my cunt. I opened my mouth and gently sucked on the head, tasting the slightly salty pre-cum that was leaking (so I learned something; he wasn’t “wetting himself”), and deciding that I loved the feel of his cock in my mouth. I loved the feeling of my tongue along the soft, sweet head of his cock and the ridge just behind–it was the most beautiful thing I remember about that first time.
Well! Talk about another surprise! Who knew about cum? But clearly he was getting as much pleasure as he’d ever given me. And when his cum pulsed out into my mouth and over my lips, I was surprised, but I didn’t pull away. I knew what had happened…he’d “orgasmed,” just like I had so many times, and this was obviously the result. To me, it was a gift, both to him, and from him. As gently as he would taste me, I tasted him and his cum; both salty and slick, a little pungent, but sweet at the same time because it came from him. And when he pulled me up and kissed me with his open mouth, we shared tastes he’d never expected. God, I loved him.
While holding me afterwards, he explained all about cum and what we were actually doing together. When he told me how the boys at school would take about such things, I was a little shocked. I never thought that what we were doing was in any way “dirty” or “bad,” like the boys at school said. It sounded like something they ‘made the girls do.’ Wow. How could anyone think that something so beautiful and that made you feel so good, and so loved, could be made ‘dirty?’
He told me that he’d been afraid to come when he was with me as he was worried about pregnancy. And he told me that he would make it happen himself at night in his bedroom while he thought of me. It made me feel so sad to hear that.
But he loved giving me pleasure, and he loved the tastes and textures of my lips, skin, cunt and anus. I knew he loved all these things because he’d spend so much gentle time sucking my clit and running his tongue over the small wrinkles of my anus ’till I came. I knew I loved his loving these same things, but I wondered; did he feel as good as I did after orgasm? Wouldn’t it be nice for both of us to feel orgasms together? I mean, these little games had been going on for two years, and this was the first time he came? Somehow, it didn’t seem right.
And I wanted more of his cum — in me, on me, in my mouth, anywhere, just so I could share these feelings with him, and feel his love for me.
One fateful day, while deeply probing my anus with his tongue he stopped suddenly. I was nearly heartbroken. Why did he stop? But then I felt his thumb massaging my anus, just gently testing how I would respond. I loved it. My anus was always so sensitive to any of his touches. I was pretty relaxed at this point, and lifted my ass just enough to push his thumb in a little. Wow! That was an interesting feeling — thicker than his tongue and firmer, but being opened up like that, by him, just got me even more excited. I started thinking…
His cock wasn’t really that much bigger than his thumb. After all he was only thirteen and just starting to grow into himself. Maybe, just maybe, his cock could go in there instead of his thumb. And if what he told me about cum and pregnancy was accurate, we wouldn’t have to worry about me getting pregnant. Besides, maybe I could have him inside of me and feel his whole body on mine. I’d always want to feel all of him loving me — not just his mouth and hands. I wanted ALL of him at one time.
I pushed my ass more and took in more of his thumb…then I came. It was sudden. I just came so hard I was practically seeing stars and I knew I wanted to feel that with his cock. When I finally calmed down, I rolled over to my back. I pulled him up and kissed him hard. In his eyes, I could see he was beside himself as well and needing relief.
I spread my legs and took hold of his cock. He looked puzzled, and maybe a little afraid at what I might do. Would I take him in my cunt? Would he come inside me? Would he make me pregnant? You could see all of this in his eyes, but I had other plans. I wanted him inside me and God knows I wanted to feel him come inside me. As for pregnancy, well I wasn’t worried, besides, maybe if I ever became his girlfriend we could think about that.
I guided his cock to my ass, and rubbed the head over my anus — doing what he did with his thumb — gently testing if I could open up enough to take him inside where I wanted him so desperately. He was slick with precum, and my anus was slick from his tongue and loosened by his thumb. I felt it start to happen. I felt myself opening like a flower; a gentle push, and the head of his beautiful cock; which I’d so gently sucked over our time together, slipped in. And with a little more gentle movement, I felt the soft, firm flesh sink inside me. I put my hands on his ass to pull him as close as we could be. He lowered himself over me, wrapped his arms around my shoulders, and kissed me deeply. We were one.
Yes, a tear flowed out of my eyes, but not from pain. I’d never felt so complete and filled with joy. I was in love and I had my love inside me, where, as far as I was concerned, he belonged. My love was kissing me. My love was gently fucking me, even if I had no real concept of what fucking was. I knew this was where and who I was meant to be. I needed him inside me. My love’s cock, firmly planted in my rectum, was…YES! Coming inside of me, and It felt like one long, warm, sweet jet of his come bathing my rectum with his love. It was the first of many, many times. When he was finished we held each other for what seemed like forever and I held his cock inside me for as long as I could before it sweetly slipped out. I didn’t feel any soreness. I was just a little sad that it was over. We didn’t say a word about it. We didn’t need to. This was us, as we both wanted.
So, back to the beginning of my story. My budding, twelve-year-old breasts feel swollen and my nipples ache to be sucked into my lover’s lips. My rectum is filled with his cum. I’ve just come, and I’m getting ready to come at least one more time. I’m sitting with his cock buried in my anus, and his cum is just starting to pool at the junction where his cock meets my ass. My cunt is rubbing against his pubic bone. I feel the orgasm coming, and I’m so in love I can’t stand it when it takes me once again.
I’m staring into his eyes, and lower my breasts to his lips. He runs his tongue over the swollen buds and gently sucks.
I lift my head, and ask him once again, “Now am I your girlfriend?”
This time he says, “No, my beautiful little sister. You’re not my girlfriend. You’re my wife, now and forever.”
I lowered myself, and whispered in his ear, “Yes!”
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