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Latest revision as of 08:34, 29 July 2023
When her dad goes back downstairs you sit on the bed next to Melanie. "Do you know about sex," she asks.
"It's what grownups do to make babies," you say.
"Yes, but do you know what they do?"
You shake your head. "Only what I see on TV. It's like you know they are gonna do it, but they never show you. Yesterday, there were two teenagers; she was, like, sixteen and never done it before... Yeah, right. So they are snogging and stuff and it looks like they are gonna get down to it; then we go somewhere else. Next time we see them, they are fully dressed like nuffin happened."
"Do you want to try it," Melanie asks; she glances up at the hidden camera where she knows her dad will be watching.
"I guess," you say, "Are we really gonna fuck?" you think.
"You know that boys and girls are different... Down there," she says, pointing at your crotch.
"Course I do," you reply, indignantly. "I'm not a baby."
"Let me see it then," she says.
You feel yourself blushing, but you don't want her to think you are chicken, so you pull your shorts and pants down and step out of them. Your cock is hanging down and she sits looking at it. "Does it grow much when it gets stiff," she asks.
Blushing even more, you reach down and start stroking it. As you feel it grow in your hand, you see her smile. "That's better," she says. "Now... Do you know where it goes when you have sex?"
You shake your head. "Not really."
"Ill show you," she says, and starts undressing. She doesn't just take her clothes off, but starts dancing around as she unbuttons her shirt and then wiggles her bottom as she unzips her skirt and pulls it down. Her chest is as flat as yours and when she sits on the bed to take her panties off, you can see how, instead of a pipi, she has a slit. She gets right up on the bed and lays back, with her head on the pillow; when she spreads her legs apart, you can see that there is an entrance between the puffy lips; it looks pink and kinda pretty.
"Maybe you'd better have a closer look," she says. Her voice sounding different, so you get up between her legs. "Take your shirt off, so we are both naked," she orders. "Apart from our socks" you think, but say nothing as you strip off and lean forward. You can touch it if you like," she says. "My pussy likes to be stroked, just like your pipi."
"So that's what a pussy is," you think as you reach out and stroke two fingers down, over the pink hole.
She jumps a bit as you touch her but relaxes again. "Is that okay," you ask, as you keep stroking from top to bottom; you notice that it seems to be getting slippery.
She reaches down and grasps your hand; not to push it away, but to press it harder against her pussy. "It won't break," she says with a little giggle.
"Is that where my pipi goes when we do it," you ask.
She nods, but you don't see it because you are really close to her pussy. You catch a strange scent of something; not perfume, like ladies wear, but kinda similar. "It's nice," you think and breathe it in. "Try a finger," she says, and you push a finger into the slippery pink hole. You can feel her insides squeezing it and when you look up, you see that her eyes are shut and she is breathing through her mouth.
It's a bit awkward with one finger so you pull it out and try two together which makes her gasp and clamp down hard for a moment. "Can I try with my pipi," you ask.
She opens her eyes and sits up; your fingers slip out of her and you can see that they are wet. For some reason, she looks up at the bookshelf and grins; "If you want," she says, "but we need to change positions.