Mrs. Stemple was retired, and a widow but she had a swingset and a slide in her yard. She made a little extra money watching the neighborhood kids…
She mostly sat out on the screen porch to make sure nobody got hurt or drowned, but it was turning into the fall, so she dragged the kiddy pool back under the porch.
There was a lots of leaves to play in, so we gathered them all up in a pile at the end of the slide. I wrecked my hair rolling around in it, so my mom had to get out the scissors with the mirror.
I giggled, because she didn’t know what I used it for. Looking at my privates, and playing with myself, there was a boy in there, but this isn’t about him.
There was a girl, Trixy was starting to show off to the other little girls. Now, when I say “Little,” I was in 6th grade, 11, and I already started Puberty! So, little compared to me, but she untucked her top, and stuffed her hands up there. Cupping her flat chest, so her knuckles stuck out like nipples, and the other little girls giggled, nodding.
By the time I washed my hands, and went out to the yard, she already had a ball stuffed under there. Holding it, and rubbing it. “Oh, my back!” She let go to rub it, and dropped the ball to bounce out of her top.
“So, your mom pregnant?” I guessed.
“No, our neighbor, Mrs. Ritter?”
“Yeah, you noticed she put on a lot of weight, but it’s not fat.” I leaned over, and held my hand up over her ear. ‘it’s baby-fat.’ I didn’t keep her voice low enough that the other little girls didn’t giggle, and nod about that.
“Nelly, how do you get boys to kiss you?” She asked later, once I got her alone. “Before you grow boobs, I mean.”
“Hey, I have boobs!” I puffed up my chest.
“I know, you show everyone, but you didn’t always. So, how did you get a boyfriend when you’re little?”
“Huh, well it’s a long story I’m not supposed to tell, but I guess whoever told you Mrs. Ritter is pregnant told you how she got that way?”
She shook her head, “What do you mean?”
“Her husband stuck his penis in there.” I poked her, so she giggled, and crossed her legs.
“No,” I stopped, and waited for her to stop giggling.
She said no.
But then, “He peed in there?” She shook her head.
“Not exactly, but Pee isn’t the only thing that comes out of there. You know what a boner is.”
“You mean when it sticks out?” She nodded, “Oh, so he can stick it in.” She squeezed her hand between her legs, “There?”
“That’s right, but when she gets him hard, instead of peeing he ejaculates sperm into her, and that’s what makes her pregnant. The trick is doing it without getting pregnant.” I rolled my eyes.
“Well, what if you want a baby?” She hugged her arms, and rocked back and forth, looking down.
“You’re 4.” So she can’t get pregnant. “So, you can’t take care of a baby, and besides. Somebody’s going to ask who you’ve been fucking.”
She covered her giggles, in both hands. “Ooh, you said a wordy dird.”
“Yeah, but that’s what it means. Sex, when he puts it inside you.” I made an OK with my fingers, “He fucks it in, and out.”
“Oh!” She looked up, “So that’s what it means.”
“So, if you know what it means, and you’re doing it, you could get in big trouble for doing it before you’re,” Out of kindergarten, “Married. So, who’s this boy you’ve got a crush on?” So much for the Bechdel Test, I’m not a lesbian, I’m not that picky. I like boys, and I love their balls, but I just like sex. It’s fun, and besides I know how to talk to girls. About sex.
If she wasn’t so young, I wouldn’t have to explain everything to her.
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Trixy (gb XVPee Tease. Also, lies. They both lie about their ages.)
Penelope was 8, but she had all her grownup teeth, and a training bra to stuff. She wasn’t fooling anybody, but my cousin told me about the birds, and the bees.
She’s a lesbian, so she showed me lots of pictures of naked ladies, together. Hairy ones, and young ones with shaved legs, privates, and armpits. Iitty bitty titties too, but she had a hot hairy momma with a big bra full to play with. (I don’t know what sizes, the video didn’t say.)
So, I was more curious about boys. I didn’t want to sit around in the bathroom, potty training, because they’re stupid little boys, all they do is pee. They came out with boners a lot, while she washed her hands.
So, I asked her how she got boys hard, so young. Without even real boobs, you’d think that young they’d still remember breast feeding, and what real ones look like.
“Well, what’s he like? This school girl crush of your’s?”
“You know, boy stuff?” I didn’t have my eye on one, in particular. “I would’ve taken what I could get.”
She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, so why don’t you try talking to him, about boys stuff?”
“Oh, okay.” If I have to. Who cares about stupid cars, sports, guns, and stuff? Boys, that’s who. So, I found one that was playing alone on the sidewalk, and he stopped making motor noises when I walked up.
“What’cha playing?”
“Dumptruck.” He scooped dirt out of the gutter with a little beach shovel, and “Brdrdrdt!” Drove it over to dump it in the dirt pile.
“Amazing.” I squatted down. Well, if I don’t have any boobs to show, or a training bra to stuff, the only other thing I have to show him.
I took a deep breath, and thought about rain trickling down the gutter to run around the sandbars like a little brooke, and pushed.
“Hhuh!” It soaked into my panties, and trickled out, then dripped down my legs when I stood back up.
“You peed.”
“Yeah,” I lifted up my skirt, and pulled up my translucent white cotton panties, so they creased, and pinched. “That make it hard?”
He shook his head. “What?”
“Never mind.”
“So, that’s why girls wear skirts.”
“Yeah, just like little boys have flies, to whip your little peckers out and piss behind a bush.”
“I have to go potty.” He got up, and covered his tent peg.
So yeah, she got to him first, but he went in, and used the bathroom. So, I kicked his truck in the street, and kept looking…
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Author
Also, her “Cousin,” the lesbian with the lesbo porn doesn’t exist. They’re not supposed to talk about it, but it’s not like either of them care about what they’re supposed to do, or not do.
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Josh (mGg Threesome. He lies about everything, and taught her how to lie about it in the first place.)
My girlfriend got a little girlfriend, and I couldn’t be more proud of her. Now, when I say “Little,” I mean they both got their periods, I guess she was just a late bloomer.
Penny was already up to A cups, and she finally talked her mom into taking her to buy some sexy undderwear. Lacy, mostly red, and pink, though it depended which set had the red trim, or pink with red trim. Matching bras, and panties, but she mixed, and matched.
“Oh, no.” Natalie said “I just want to watch,” but after she rubbed it in her panties, they got hot, and came off to show she was sprouting a little, and you know what they say. If there’s grass on the field, play ball!
Speaking of which, my girlfriend manscapes me. She likes me nice and smooth, so she can suck my balls without getting it stuck in her braces. Sure didn’t mind carpet munching that little spinner, so bent over like that, I pulled her panties down, and hotdogged her buns.
She reached back, and rubbed my balls into her twat, trying to pop one, or the other in, but they’re way too big. She loosened up quick, so I could bend over, hawk in a loogie, and spit it in her crack. Rub it in her pucker, and stretch it around my stinky pinky to get it ready for my 9 1/2 incher.
I’m tall, so it’s long and skinny, and I don’t have to give her almost 10 inches. There’s a bend in there, so I just stop when it bottoms out, with about half of it still on the outside to grip in her hand, and rub with her fingers when I fuck in, and out.
“Uh uh uh uh!” She let go to stick a couple fingers in, and rub me off with her knuckles. So, I pulled out, and blasted her ass. A lot came out, so it covered her back, and ran down the sides to drip off her nipples. Then, she got up for her girlfriend to lick her all over, while I sat back, and lit up a smoke to watch…