He wasn’t a cute boy, he wasn’t big and strong, he even had a little dick, but what he could do with his hands…
First, a tree broke during the night, even though we didn’t have a big storm. It wasn’t even that windy, but when we left for the school bus, we saw it in the sidewalk. There were already kids playing in the leaves, and branches, so I dropped my books.
There was lots of giggling, and peeking out. Kinda hide, and peekaboo, but I didn’t think about how safe it was right away. Then, he grabbed me from behind, and said “Climb up.” That’s when I saw that the branch was just hanging off the trunk, but he helped me up on it. “It’s okay, girls can climb trees too, you know.”
That’s not what I was afraid of, but of course. Adults had told me not to climb trees in a dress or skirt, because boys can see your underwear.
His hands went up under my skirt, and he touched me in all these dirty ways. I knew it was bad, but it felt so good, I just did what he said. I held onto the branch, and felt his fingers rubbing faster, and faster in my underpants. I could feel something about to happen, and I thought I knew what it was, but I guess we shook the branch hard enough for it to fall down.
WOOMPH! I hit my head, and I rubbed it, but he let me go, and pulled my skirt down to cover me up. Nobody saw it, with all the leaves, and stuff around us. It was a really big branch, and it had a lot of smaller ones sticking out of it. The leaves were even green too, but then we heard the bus brakes.
So, we all grabbed our books, and ran for the bus stop. I followed him, and when he sat down, I jumped in the seat next to him. I had to fix my underwear, because it was crooked, but he kissed the bump on my head first. Then, I hugged him, so he kissed my cheek, but then the other kids started laughing, and making fun of us.
“Opie and Frankie sitting in a tree, K.I.S.S.I.N.G…” It was a long time ago, some might even say a more innocent time. So, I just blushed, and crossed my legs. We had to cool it on the bus, but all day at school. I thought about him kissing me on the lips, and his hand slipping down between my legs. Into my underpants, and I even tried to touch myself the way he did on lunch.
Finally, school let out, and I waited by the bus for him to show up. I sat with him, and we whispered to each other, but I guess the other kids forgot all about us.
‘You liked what I did?’ He looked surprised, like he couldn’t believe it, but I told him. ‘it felt really good, even though i know it’s bad, i don’t care. i want you to do it again, i want you to finish what you started.’
He looked up, and asked me “How’s your head?” Out loud, to change the subject. So, I pulled my bangs out of the way to show him. “The bump went away,” I even rubbed it to feel my forehead, but it was gone.
We passed by the tree on the way to the bus stop, but somebody had been out there with hand saws, and axes to chop it up. They came out later to finish tying it in bundles, but we forgot all about that when we got dropped off.
He took me to the woods to climb trees, but I didn’t care about those games any more, neither. I was horny, so I pulled my skirt up, and put his hand back down my underpants. “Kiss me.” He finally kissed me on the lips, but his fingers went to work, and everything else went away. Even his tongue in my mouth, but all I could think was that I was finally doing it!
With a boy, I didn’t know exactly what “It” was, but I heard mommy doing it, with dad. She said all the “Faster, harder, and deeper!” things, but Opie really knew what he was doing! (In case you’re wondering, yes. He’s named after Opie from the Andy Griffith show. It wasn’t that long ago, as in Black and White, but they still had it on in reruns. We had a color TV, though.)
“Huh!” Finally, I had to turn away, so I could breathe. His fingers were really rubbing quickly, and I don’t know whether I peed, or he got me wet, but it ran down my legs, through the sides of my panties, which ad slipped down with his hands in there. “Oh, ohhhhhh!”
He lay me down, in the leaves, and I just moaned with the pleasure washing over me. I was honestly too innocent to even think about how he learned to do that. I thought it was magic, his fingers certainly felt like he had the magic touch, but I suppose he probably practiced on someone.
The way he acted, so surprised when I told him I liked it leads me to believe that he tried it on other girls, but they didn’t like it. What’s not to like? I was hooked immediately, but as my first orgasm faded, I caught my breath, and opened my eyes to catch him playing with himself.
I don’t really have to describe it, do I? Little bald boner, little nuts held tight in the hairless sack, and when he finally finished, nothing came out. Not that I expected it to, but I fixed my underpants. Dried my crotch, and wiped my legs with my skirt. I just sat up and watched, because it was fascinating to see a boy actually do it.
I will say this: He did have auburn hair, because back then all the men in Romance Novels had auburn hair, and hazel eyes. They never did anything, just kissed the girl at the end, and the music swelled, then the credits rolled. So, I had not idea that was supposed to go in there. Only that I wasn’t supposed to let boys see my underwear, let alone get his hand in there.
“Huh!” He sat down hard, with it twitching, and jumping in his lap. He didn’t moan, but he was out of breath. So, I had some idea what he must be feeling, and that snapped me out of it. I helped him up, and he kissed me, but this time no tongues. Then, I took my books home, and told mom “I had an accident.”
To explain why I’d wet myself, I had to pee, but I couldn’t make it. So, I got to take a bath, and put on clean clothes before she made me do my homework. We had dinner, and went to bed, but I was so satisfied that I went right to sleep. I’m sure I dreamed about him, I sure dreamed about him a lot, but I didn’t even realize that Ron Howard was a redhead, because I’d only ever seen him in black and white.
Of course, we kept doing it after that. The next time, he showed me oral sex, and let me play with it, while he did it on me first. I liked him kissing me down there, but I loved his fingers even more. That’s what got me off, and I wish I could tell you how old I was. Honestly, I was too young. I hadn’t gotten my period, any hair down there, nor boobs. Not even nipples, but when I started to pop out, he was delighted, of course.
By then, we started doing oral sex just to get wet enough to do it. All the way, and he really liked putting his penis inside me. He just held it in there, and told me how hot I was. How wet, and tight I am inside, but it was a few more years before he could fuck it in and out. I just liked the intimacy, I didn’t know he was supposed to do that.
I suppose the words “Faster, harder,” and especially “Deeper” should have clued me in, but he just dipped his finger in to get it wet. Smear it up to the hot spot (My clitoris) and rub it the wrong way. Faster, and faster, I knew it was wrong, but it felt so right!
So, he molested me, and I let him, because I loved the way it made me feel. I guess it shouldn’t have been a surprise, when he started molesting other girls. Little girls, younger than me. It broke my heart, and I finally told on him, so he’d stop touching other girls. I didn’t think that he’d go to juvie for it, then jail, and finally prison.
Because every time he got out, he attacked, and even raped little girls. He even got on the news, and I wish I could tell somebody that I knew him. Way back when, I wish I could say that I was his first. He wasn’t always like that, violent. He was nice, and gentle, he really knew what to do with those magic hands of his, and he never gave me nothing but pleasure.
I loved him, but I guess prison is what messed him up. That’s where he learned to kidnap girls, hurt them, and kill them so they couldn’t tell anyone who did it to them. As if they didn’t know. Every time he got out, and a little girl went missing, they knew who to talk to, even before they found her body.
They ruined him, and I never found another boy like that, no matter where I looked. I never found love again…
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