The Girls
- That's Juicy! 47
- Remove It! 16
Sounds like you're still 13-14. LMAO.
I was ten when I caught our 15 year old neighbor jerking off in the woods. I was too naive to realize I should have been scared. Lucky for me the only things he made me to do were things I loved doing and having him do to me. He was very attractive and I admit I had been fantasizing about being his girlfriend for some time. He saw me staring at him and then he invited me for a closer look. I approached and got a really good eyeful of that enormous cock and hair balls. I was mesmerized. I found it strange that I liked the way his genitals stunk. The smell was horrible and yet I loved how horrible it smelled if that makes any sense. He took my hand and wrapped it around his cock and made me jerk him off. I didn't have a choice but I didn't mind as it was a thrilling experience. After about a minute I got the hang of it and didn't need his guidance any more and jerked him the rest of the way off while gawking at his pee hole barely visible between the folds of his foreskin. The squirts of cum onto my face was a complete surprise but some splattered on my lips and my mouth was slightly open due to heavy breathing and some got on my tongue and I found it disgusting but for some reason I liked how disgusting it was and leaned in to lick some off the end of his dick and then I licked my fingers clean. He told me he knew I liked the way it tasted. I hated the way it tasted but felt compelled to continue tasting the disgusting cream. I don't know why I needed to continue to taste it and why I liked how disgusting it tasted. He sat me in his lap for a few minutes and held me and said I was his prisoner while he put his hand up my dress. I spread my legs in invitation. The tingling sensation of his hand on my upper inner thighs was delicious. I needed him to keep feeling me. I looked up into his eyes and he leaned down and kissed me. His beautiful lips made love to mine as he began licking around inside my mouth. Meanwhile I gripped his penis hoping he would get hard again. Eventually he did.
Later I got into trouble for being out in the woods for too long. I was late for dinner by half an hour and got grounded for a week. Every single night that week I played with myself while thinking about what that boy and I did together that day.
A few weeks later I was exploring the woods yet again hoping I may one day bump into that same boy again and sure enough there he was. I ran right up to him and threw my hands around him. He pushed me down to my knees and told me to undo his pants. I unzipped them hopefully and out sprang his dick already hard. He pushed it against my lips. I knew I didn't have a choice. I didn't want a choice. I wanted him to push it into my mouth and he did. I could take about half of it though I enjoyed him trying to make me take more. That was the first time I ever gave a blow job. He instructed me on how to do it correctly, not that complicated, just remember no teeth and don't stop until my mouth was full of cum. I think it took me five minutes at most. We hung out afterwards during which time I gave him two more blow jobs and at the end we arranged to meet up the next day only earlier.
When I got to the spot in the woods where we met the last time there was a blanket, picnic, and a pillow and he was naked. He took my clothes off and had me lay down on the blanket and he spent the next three hours licking me to my first ever orgasm. Afterwards he said the sweetest thing to me. He told me that none of the things we did together were my choice. He said that he made me do everything. He said it didn't matter if I enjoyed it. He said I never had a choice and that I was forbidden from ever feeling guilty about enjoying all the bad things he did to me and that he made me do to him. He told me that no matter what I will never get in trouble and that not even God will be angry with me no matter how much I liked doing those bad things with him. He even said he seduced me into finding him that day and that none of it was my fault. I only half understood the meaning behind his words but later as I got into my teenage years I realized the value of his words. I have done things in my life since that I have felt guilty for but I never felt guilty for enjoying all the evil things we did together and this account only barely scratches that surface.
Sounds like when I was 12-13 and played strip poker with boys in the neighborhood in a fort they had in the woods. It lead to me jerking them and even blowing them