TVR/Andrew/Bedroom/Nurse/First/BJ/Weekend/Talk/Kiss

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This kiss goes on for a long time and you can feel her tongue against your own. Eventually, you have to come up for air and a sudden thought occurs to you. "Do you masturbate," you whisper, wondering if she knows what masturbating is.

"Yes, and I know you do too," she says with a little giggle.

"How do girls do it," you ask. "They haven't got anything to get hold of."

She shrugs. "We just rub ourselves; there's a little bump that's especially sensitive."

You lift yourself up onto one elbow. "Will you show me?"

"You want to watch?"

"Yes, I've never seen a girls pussy, only pictures."

"If you want to see how I do it, you'll have to show me how you do it first," she says, blushing.

You push the duvet down and catch hold of your stiff cock. She props herself up to watch as you start to slide your hand up and down making the glans pop in and out.

"Now it's your turn," you say with a hopeful smile.

She pulls the hem of her nightie up and, wanting to get a better view, you slip off the bed and then sit down by her feet. You're still holding your cock but you stopped wanking for fear that you'd cum. She puts her hand down and you can't see anything so you spread her legs apart. "Move your hand so I can see," you say.

The first thing you notice is that she doesn't have any hair, " of course she doesn't you idiot, she's only nine" unlike the women in the magazines. At first, all you can see is a slit with a mound at the top, but then, as she lifts her knees and spreads her legs further apart, the lips open and you can see the dark pink flesh inside and the little bump she was talking about at the top.

After a while, she reaches down and trails a finger from the bottom to the top of the opening and you can see the moisture shining as she spreads it around and rubs the little bump. You watch, transfixed until you pluck up the courage to ask if you can touch it.

She doesn't reply but she moves her hand out of the way. You use one finger and copy what she was doing, sliding it between the lips of her pussy and feeling the slickness of her juices on her smooth skin. You seem to be doing it right, so you do it again sliding it up from the bottom to the top and then stroking the little bump. Her eyes are closed and she is breathing through her mouth as you push an experimental fingertip into the opening of her vagina

Her eyes snap open and she takes a sudden breath; you pull your finger out, thinking that maybe it was too much too soon. "Sorry," you say.

"No! It's okay," she says, her voice sounding croaky. This time you push your finger further in, right up to the second knuckle. It feels amazing in there, hot and slippery and you can feel her insides squeezing and wonder what it would feel like with your cock. That thought is too much and you feel a climax boiling up. Next thing you're pumping spunk everywhere. The first jet splashes right over her pussy and as you try to move away, the rest goes over her thighs.

She sits bolt upright, looking down at the sticky white mess plastered. I, I'm s, sorry," you stammer.

"Is that the stuff that makes babies," she asks.

"Yeah, most boys call it spunk."

"It's a good job I'm too young then."

You take a tissue from the box by the bed and try to mop up the mess. She just lays there and lets you wipe it off her legs and tummy. When you've got most of it off, you spread her legs apart to wipe her pussy. As you lean forward, you can smell your own spunk, but you can also smell a different scent and you're tempted to use your tongue to finish cleaning her off.

" Maybe that's enough for one evening," you think and get down on your knees beside the bed to kiss her on the lips. "Sorry about the messy bit at the end," you say, "you're just so sexy I couldn't help myself."

As you go out, you turn for one last look and see that she's got her hand back down between her legs. You wonder if, like you, she's imagining what it would feel like if it had been your cock in there instead of a finger.