When I was a kid my mother used to go every Sunday to visit her mother which was about an hour away. I hated these trips for two reasons: 1) I would always get car sick. 2) I was an only child, very lonely, and this meant I couldn't play with my friends in the neighborhood every Sunday. My grandmother was good to me and a wonderful lady.
There were no children in the neighborhood but I would occasionally go to the neighbor's house and they had a 16 year old grandson (I'll call Greg) and his friend (I'll call Mike) there most every Sunday. As a preteen, they considered me a nuisance to have around. His grandmother would fuss at him that they needed to let me play Monopoly or other games with them, which they were never happy about.
One day his grandmother went out in the yard and we were alone in the house. I asked him if he wanted to play cards and he said no and told me he wanted me to go home. I got upset and started to cry and he said that he would play all the cards I wanted if I let him 'pug" me. I had never heard the term and he said that he wanted me to stand up, spread my legs, and let him grab my pussy really quick through my clothes. I was very uncomfortable with it and he said, "Just let me do it one time to show you what I mean and I'll quit.". I did stand up but moved away when he moved forward and he said, "Just close your eyes if it helps". I did and then he "pugged" me one time.
It was more embarrassing than anything but was over with quick. I said, "Can we play cards now?". He said, "You'll have to let me pug you 10 times, then we'll play cards.". I stood there as he did this 10 times and then he asked me what game I wanted to play. We played cards for the next two hours and then I went home. His grandmother called my mother and told her that her son enjoyed having me over so much that I just "love that girl".
For the next several Sundays, I would go over, he would pug me 10 times in order to play a game and then he changed the rules. He would only play for one hour before I had to let him do it again. By this time, I had got used to it...I still closed my eyes and didn't feel it so much anymore. By the end of the year, I let his friend start doing it too. They always told me how soft it was between my legs and how I was the only girl they really liked to play with.
This went on for over a year and I eventually got boobs. One day we were outside behind the house playing and his grandmother was going to a neighbor's house for a few minutes. Greg came over and said he wanted to see my tits which weren't even big enough to require a bra. I told him no way. Then Greg and Mike started talking about how I was cussing and they would tell my mother. I didn't but they said they would make up the lie to get me into trouble and I knew I would get a spanking. He said, "Just close your eyes and lift your shirt for just two minutes" After a lot of coaxing I did and then said, "Wow...those are so pretty". They both ran their hands across them and lightly pinched my nipples. "Those are going to grow into some really big knockers" and then would grab ahold of the entire boob. After what I felt like were two minutes I put my shirt down and they thanked me profusely for letting them touch me. I had negotiated that they could either play with my boobs or pug me but not both.
This too, went on for about six months.
One day when his grandmother was sleeping we were out in the garage. You'll have to understand at this point I was very naive. Greg said, "We have a question for you." I said sure. "We heard that girls have hair on their pussy but that if they did it was all nasty and smelly". He said, "Do you have hair on your pussy?" I didn't want to answer the question. Greg said, "Mike, see, told you, I bet she does and it's all nasty. I kept smelling something like a dead dog and I bet it's her." I started to cry and told them it didn't smell that I took a bath every day. He said, "Then prove it because you'll have to go home because I have been looking for that stench and it only happens when you are here. I bet you have a nasty pussy. I bet it's rotten and has bugs." They both laughed at me.
I started to cry and said I didn't and they said, "You'll have to show us or leave." They both put their hands over their noses and acted like they were going to vomit. I lifted my skirt, crying and pulled down my panties. I said, "See, it's clean and I don't have any bugs". Greg said, "I can't really see it". Then I stood there as he crouched down and said, "Mike, she's right, it doesn't stink...she is really clean and it even smells good". Then I started to put my skirt down and he said, "Wait...I think I see something on you, let me get it off".
Very quickly he slid his finger over my hole to get it wet and started rubbing my clit. I had not yet masterbated on my own yet, so this sensation was new and shamefully, it felt good.
He looked up at me and said, "Do you like how that feels when I rub your pussy?" I confessed I did, I started to put my skirt down and he said he grandmother wouldn't be back for at least an hour. He got me to spread my legs a little more. He crouched down and told me to hold still and then his mouth was on my hairy pussy licking my clit. I could not believe the sensation between my legs and never wanted it to end. I was against the riding lawn more and he eventually slipped off my panties entirely so he could really bury yourself between your legs. Mike said, "I think she really likes it, she really likes it." Greg said, "Pussy tastes like candy...omg, it tastes like cotton candy".
I eventually had this sensation to build and had what I eventually learned was an orgasm or "cum" as he called it. He asked me if I liked how that felt and I was embarrassed to say it felt good. I put my panties back on and I went to pee and we went back out to the garage so Mike could take a turn. This time I got on the hood of the riding lawn more and spread my legs all the way open and didn't mind it when Greg kneaded my tits at the same time. He said, "They really do have hair on their pussy and it's not true they stink and have bugs."
The following Sunday we started to go for walks in the nearby woods and I always wore dresses or skirts to give them both easy access. We had to get more creative during the winter months but eventually summer started again so we went back out for walks. Why in the world my mother, allowed me to go for walks with two boys I'll never know.
While laying back on a rock and Greg was taking his usual turn to lick my pussy, by this time when one was licking the other one was usually playing with my boobs. Greg said he wanted to try something new. He said, "You have a hole between your legs and I want to stick a finger in it." I knew I had hole because I had started my period by then, but obviously very naive to anything sticking in it. He said it may hurt but it would feel just as good if not better than having my pussy licked.
I agreed to let him try. I spread my legs for him and he slowly started to inch a finger in and I pulled back because it hurt. He got so far and then felt my hymen and I told him to stop because it hurt. He said, "When you get married your husband is going to stick his dick in ..(continue confession)
