Chapter 1
Ever since I grew'em, mine were the biggest tits in town. That's how I got nicknamed, Bubbles.
I got my mother to thank for my build. She was put together like a brick shithouse and looked good up until they hauled her off to jail that day for fucking half the U.S. Navy.
I got my old lady to thank for my hot pants, too. I guess it runs in the family. Mom spread her legs for every guy in town who was old enough or young enough to get a hard on and stick it into her.
The first time I saw her taking it up the cunt, I was eleven years old. I didn't know too much about sex before that day ... but let me tell you that when I learned, I sure learned fast.
It was during lunch hour at school. I was on my way down to the cafeteria with the rest of my classmates when all of a sudden, this blond boy. Johnny, grabs me by the arm.
"Hey, Norma," he whispered to me. "How about a fast game of doctor?"
I'd never done any of those nasty, dirty things that the other little girls did ... but I'd heard enough rumors to know what Johnny was talking about.
I blushed beet red and tried to pull away. "No, I don't want to," I told him.
"Aw, come on," he insisted. "It's fun. Really, it is. Don't you want to see what I've got between my legs?"
He put his hands down to the front of his pants and cupped the bulge of flesh there.
I couldn't help but feel curious. "I ... I really shouldn't, Johnny." I hesitated. "That's not a nice thing to do."
"All the other kids do it," he whispered. "We all go down to the cellar during lunch hour. Miss Pringle never takes attendence during that period."
Still, I felt shy. "Who else is going to be there?" I asked, stealing another glance down to that lump in the front of Johnny's pants.
He named several of the other boys and girls from our class. "You don't want to be a baby all your life, do ya?" he challenged.
My heart was pounding away, inside my chest when I answered, "Yes ... but just for a little while," I insisted.
"I don't want to miss lunch."
Johnny patted me on the back and winked. "Atta girls," he said with a big broad grin. "Follow me ... down the back stairs. The other kids are probably all there by now ... with their pants pulled down."
Just the notion of a group of my friends with their pants pulled down was enough to send strange little shivers dancing through my flesh.
What would the boys look like naked, I wondered. Did they really have little balls like the girls used to whisper about in the locker room? Did they really have those things called pricks that got stiff and shot white stuff when you rubbed them back and forth?
I could hardly wait to find out. I wanted to know it all, first hand.
Breathless with excitement, I followed Johnny down the staircase that led to the basement. Once we were on the lower level, he led me around behind the crates and boxes to an old coal bin that was no longer used for storage.
My mouth fell open and I gaped with surprise. There right in front of me were half a dozen of the kids from my class ... and, just like Johnny had promised, they had their clothes off!
"See ... I told ya so," Johnny said proudly, as he unzipped his fly. "You're the only one who hasn't been initiated into the club."
I didn't answer.
I was too busy looking!
"C'mon," Johnny said, taking his pecker in his hand and giving it a good shake, "don't be a wet blanket. Go ahead and get undressed."
I didn't answer. I was too embarrassed. Also, I was much too curious. I wanted to inspect the rest of the kids, and see what they had doing between their legs ... especially, the boys.
I walked further into the room so I could get me a better view.
And let me tell you ... I got myself an eyefull!
First, their was Alan ... and boy did he ever have a big dick for a twelve year old boy. I was fascinated. I had to move a little closer.
"You can touch it if you want," he said to me. Then he took the thing in his hand and waved it around to make it more tempting.
I couldn't resist. Walking over to him, I reached out and took his cock in my hand.
The flesh was hot and clammy. His thing stretched out and got stiff, the minute I touched it.
"Look how much hair I got," he said, pushing my fingers onto the patch of black curls that had started to grow down at the bottom of his belly.
"I got more hair than you do, Alan." It was Marsha speaking ... one of my best friends.
She wasn't just whistling Dixie either, let me tell you! She had a bush of fur down there that was so thick it completely hid her slit.
"Show Norma that nice cunt of yours," Johnny said to Marsha.
Marsha giggled. "Oh, Johnny ... do you have to use that terrible word?"
"What are you talking about ... it's my favorite word in the whole world," Johnny answered, devilishly. "Cunt ... cunt ... CUNT!"
Marsha laughed louder. She turned in my direction.
"You really want to see it, Norma?"
I nodded my head, yes. I was so flabbergasted by what was going on around me, I forgot to act modest.
Marsha sat down, opened her legs and revealed a little pink gash.
I gulped and trembled at the sight of it.
Johnny eased up to me and whispered in my ear. "Ever touch another girl's cunt?"
"No," I told him, honestly.
"Go ahead ... stick your finger up Marsha's. She doesn't mind. Really she doesn't. In fact she likes it. She lets all of us feel her twat."
"Oh, Johnny ... why do you have to go shooting off your big mouth all the time," Marsha complained.
"Would you like me to shoot off my big cock instead?" he asked.
Marsha giggled again ... and I could tell she wasn't really mad.
"Can I do it, Marsh?" I asked in a timid voice. "Can I touch you there?"
"Sure, Norma," she said. I like it. Besides, that's one of the rules of the club. Anybody can touch anybody else ... whenever they want to."
"That's right," Alan chimed in, giving his dong another squeeze. "And soon it's going to be your turn. Now that you're here you've got to be initiated. We're going to be the doctors and you'll be the patient."
"Okay," I agreed. "But first I want to touch Marsha's crack."
"Be my guest," Marsha said. And with that, she pulled her hole open as far as it would go.
I took my finger and pressed it into the slippery crevice. To my surprise, I slipped in easy ... all the way to the knuckle.
"Marsha ... how come you're so big there," I asked her. "I can't even get my little pinky up into my hole."
Marsha, just wiggled her ass and shivered with delight. "Johnny fucked me once," she whispered.
"And I'm going to do it again," he announced, pulling off his shoes.
"Oh no you don't," Alan interrupted. "First we get to initiate Norma into the club, remember?"
"Oh yeah, that's right," Johnny agreed. Then he turned around to face me. "Take down your panties Norma and let everybody see between your legs."
I was feeling very nervous to be sure ... but I wasn't going to have anybody call me a chicken. Reluctantly, I pulled my finger out of Marsha's hole and stood up straight.
"Oh shit," Marsha growled. "That was beginning to feel so good, too. Now I guess I'll have to jerk myself off."
"Oh no you won't," Alan told her. "Let me stick this in, instead."
He walked over to Marsha ... and now he was completely naked!
Marsha reached up and grabbed his prick. "You sure get a hard-on fast," she said, rubbing the shaft back and forth.
I was watching very closely....
But Johnny had other ideas for me.
"The hell with them," he said. "Let's you and me have some fun of our own." And with that, he pulled my skirt up and stuck his hand between my legs.
I guess I should have slapped him away and run out of the place right then and there ... it sure would have saved me a lot of heartache later ... but as it turned out, the feel of his fingers over my cunt got me all excited.
His fingers grabbed a hold of my pussy brushing aside the thin material of my panties. He slid his fingers back and forth, rubbing right along inside my crack.
It felt so good, I groaned out loud.
"Now you're getting in the spirit of things," Johnny said to me. "Come on, let's see what you've got hidden inside, there."
He pulled the elastic waistband of my panties out and stuck his hand all the way down into my crotch.
I felt like my snatch had just caught on fire. Johnny may have been young, but he sure knew where to finger a girl.
Inside of two minutes, I was rocking my hips back and forth, groaning like a bitch in heat every time his fingers squeezed against the hardening flesh of my little clit.
"Here, hold your skirt up," Johnny said.
When I had the material bunched in my hands, he squatted down in front of me and pulled my panties all the way down past my knees and to my ankles.
Let me tell you I stepped out of that underwear fast as lightning. I was so hot and bothered that I couldn't have cared less if Miss Pringle herself walked in there!
My little pussy was so hot and bothered I wasn't even ashamed to have a boy on his knees in front of me, looking right at the damned thing in broad daylight.
"What a cute little cunt you have, Norma," Johnny said, fingering the little mound of flesh that didn't have any hair on it yet. "You ever been fucked?"
"Never," I told him, honestly.
"Maybe we'll take care of that some time soon," He said, touching the sensitive flesh right at the inside of my thigh.
I wiggled my hips and sighed softly, wishing that he'd go back to fingering my gash so I could have those nice, tingling sensations that I'd experienced just a little while ago.
Johnny seemed to be able to read my mind. In another second he pushed his finger into my box and started giving me a finger job.
He tried to push his way in, but my hole was so tight I jumped backward and let out a little gasp of discomfort.
"Here let's put some spit on it," he said. "That helps matters, sometimes."
He leaned forward and put his tongue on my cunt.
I thought I was going to crawl straight out of my skin. I'd never felt anything so good in my life.
"Don't stop." I begged him, wiggling my ass back and forth and banging my box into his face. "Lick me there some more."
Johnny was more than glad to do what I wanted him to. He stuck his tongue as far into my little cunt as he could go and sucked away like my pussy were a lollypop.
I started to sweat and tremble all over. I spread my legs a little wider, hoping that he would be able to get his tongue further into my hole.
All of a sudden, Johnny stood up again.
"What's the matter," I asked ... and my voice was so thick with excitement that I hardly recognized the sound of it.
"Not fair for you to have all the fun," he said, in his own thick tone. "How about sucking me off a little?" He fingered his cock which was stiff as a flagpole.
I gulped and looked down at it. "I don't know," I told him. "I never did that sort of thing before to anybody."
"You never had your box eaten before either," he reminded me. "How can you tell if you're going to like something before you try it?"
I could see he had a point there, so I sank slowly to my knees.
"Finger my balls a little first," he told me. "I like to have them felt up when I get a blow job."
I reached out and took his little sack in my shaking hand. Johnny shivered and groaned softly.
"That's the girl," he murmured, closing his eyes in ecstasy. "Handle 'em like they were eggs ... nice and easy. Yeah ... That's it ... now you've got it."
I rolled his balls around in my palm, jiggling them with my fingers.
I think I was enjoying this part of it almost as much as Johnny. Those little round things of his felt so good against my hot little hand.
"Now the prick, Norma. Feel my prick."
I grabbed it.
"No, not like that. Rub it up and down, slowly. Jerk it real nice and easy. Here, I'll show you." He curved his fingers around his rod and began to stroke the thing in a slow, steady pace.
I watched as the head got larger and turned a dark red. I could see the little hole at the end and I thought there was a little shining drop of something oozing out of it.
"Got the idea now," he asked in a low heavy voice, as he let go of his dick.
"I think so," I answered timidly. Then, I gently took his cock and imitated his actions.
I guess I did it the right way that time, cause Johnny gurgled with pleasure and started to shake his hips back and forth in rhythm with the way I was jerking him off.
"Put your other hand on my balls," he said. "Rub my cock and my balls at the same time. It'll feel twice as good that way."
My own little snatch was aching for the feel of some fingers or tongue on it ... but I didn't want to get Johnny mad. After all, I figured, he'd been so nice to me just a couple of minutes ago. The last thing I wanted to do was upset him, and I could at least show him a good time too.
I fingered him with both of my hands until he sounded like he was going to explode.
"Okay, Norma ... put it in your mouth," he said, and his voice was very hoarse.
I leaned slowly forward and touched my lips to the tip of his cock.
"C'mon ... all the way in," he pleaded. "I gotta have my dick inside your mouth or I'll go nuts."
I moved a little further forward.
This time, I took the whole head in.
"Ahhhhh ... that's terriffic," Johnny groaned. "Take some more, Norma. Suck the whole thing in. Come on ... eat me good."
I think his dirty talk must have added to my excitement too for the sound of his words made me tingle all the way from the insides of my hairless little cunt to the tips of my hot, throbbing breasts.
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and shoved his cock all the way into my open mouth.
It tasted like nothing I'd ever known before. The flesh was warm and spongy.
I could almost feel the hot blood running and churning in and out of his ever thrusting cock. It throbbed against my tongue and seemed to swell inside my mouth.
"Eat me ... eat me!" Johnny groaned, pushing his hips and prick back and forth.
His cock slid in and out past my lips. I felt the head of it dive down into my throat and then ... just when I thought I was going to choke on it, he eased his way back out again so I could breathe.
And all the time, I kept fingering his hot nuts ... tickling them in my hands and running the tips of my fingers over the little ridges and veins around the outside of the sack.
All of a sudden, Johnny twisted his fingers into my hair.
He pulled my face forward, so that his whole dick was inside my mouth. And he shot off!
I tried to pull away ... I tried to get free, but he held me to him.
Again and again he shot his sperm against my tongue, until the hot, sticky stuff was filling my throat and running out over my lips.
I gagged on the sticky goo, but Johnny was too far gone to give a damn about me. All he wanted to do was ram that cock of his down my throat until he had shot his whole load of cum.
He moaned ... grunted ... and thrust his body back and forth in a ritualistic gyration, as the hot burning liquid hit hard against the back of my throat.
I tried not to swallow it but it was useless to resist him. For the harder I tried to push away the more closer he pulled me up ... to his crotch.
His cock seemed to have grown to at least a foot long by now and it was cutting off the air, and I couldn't seem to breath anymore.
I thought the thrusting ... pounding ... and his rough vicious tugging on my hair would never stop. I could hear or feel nothing else but the sound of his hot breath as it thrust out of his gaping nostrils, nostrils.
I could feel my body going limp.
I thought I would die of lack of air.
I tried to fight him, but it was of no use. He was stronger than I, and I was forced to bend to his will.
The lust and passion was gone from me now. My only thought was to get free of his grasp, and out of there never hoping to return.
Finally his tremblings ceased and he released his hold on me. I got on my feet as quickly as I could ... and pulling my panties up, I ran from the room and to the stairs.
When I got upstairs, I could still taste Johnny's sperm in my mouth. My skirt was all wrinkled and my hair was a mess.
I knew I should go into the cafeteria before the end of the lunch period came, but I was too upset. I felt dirty, stained, and terribly ashamed of myself.
I headed for the side door. Once outside the building, I took off away from that school at a run ... and I didn't stop running until I got all the way home.