Date: Thu, 7 Dec 2000 16:50:59 -0800 (PST)
From: hi mar <idm1969@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young Cathy and the Boys Part 1

This story involves sex between 2 grown men and me at
the age of 12.  If such things bother you please don't
read further.  If it sounds great, then enjoy :)

Young Cathy and the Boys

Being explored by Kelly's mom had been like having an
"on" switch thrown in me.  It made me want to try sex
with every other girl and woman I could talk into it
and that had been quite a few in the 2 years since
Kelly's mom.  Now I was a very experienced 12 year old
lesbian (tho that word held no meaning for me then)
who never even thought about sex with boys.

At that time, my mother was dating a semi-religious
guy so every sunday we went off to church.  Being 12,
I really had no say so, but I actually enjoyed it so I
only complained a little.

My uncle (the one I live with now, 8 years later) had
come to visit us with a friend of his from the Navy. 
I never knew my uncle well as he was older than me by
10 years and also raised in another area.  After high
school he went straight into the Navy so he and I were
really strangers.

All five of us (mother, boyfriend, uncle, friend and
me) went to church that sunday together.  My uncle and
his friend were not really up for it, but mother
harrangued them into it.

The service was progressing normally.  I was being
super flirty with the preacher's daughter seated a few
rows in front of me.  She and I were the same age and
had fooled around a few times.  We would go into the
bathroom in the basement of the church when we were
supposed to be at sunday school and kiss and hug and
stuff.

Just the previous sunday, however, I convinced her to
let me look at her naked pussy.  She leaned against
the sink and slid up her long, black dress to around
her waist.  Her panties, covering obviously swollen,
beautiful cunt lips, had little hearts on them.

She put her thumb in the waistband of her panties and
pulled the front down a little bit so I caught a
glimpse of the top of her red, sexy lips.  She let the
waistband go and it slid back into place covering her
again, but she did not let her dress fall back to the
floor.  Instead she very shyly asked if she could see
mine.

I had not come prepared for this event, having worn my
black pants (I would learn from this experience how
handy short skirts can be and have rarely been seen
without one since) which I undid the button on and
unzipped.  I opened the folds of my pants as wide as I
could and pulled them down just a little.  I didn't
want to scare her by just stripping down to nothing. 
I, too, took my thumb and pulled the front of my
panties down, only I held them there longer, letting
her see the redness and the wetness until I finally
let my panties go and my young pussy was covered
again.

Without zipping back up, I suggested we make out some
more and soon we were kissing and hugging like crazy,
just standing there with her leaning against the sink.
 I was disappointed that she had dropped her dress,
but really felt that sometime soon I would get access
to that ripe little cunt.

While I was dreaming about that, and making out with
her, I felt her hand inside my pants.  I was so
startled I almost jumped, which would have ruined it,
but thankfully I kept my cool and continued kissing
her as if nothing had changed.

Her fingers were gently stroking the crotch of my
panties, squishing around in my wetness.  Feeling very
confident now, she worked her way inside my panties
and began massaging my warm, wet cunt.  My hands were
on her firm, round ass, grabbing it tight as shots of
pleasure flew through me from her touch.  I had to get
at her little snatch, but I couldn't figure out a good
way to accomplish this.  I was trying to bunch her
skirt up the way she had had it, but it didn't work.

Seeing my frustration, she whispered for me to
unbutton her dress in the back.  I took my hands off
her awesome little ass and quickly undid them as she
instructed,  She removed her wet hand from my panties
and brought her dress down over her shoulder and down
her sexy body to let it fall to the floor.  I took
this time to wiggle around to make my pants slide down
until they were around the knees, giving her better
access to my tiny cunt.

As she kicked the dress off to the side, she was
standing there wearing only her heart-covered, soaking
panties and plain, white bra thru which her nipples
poked straight out of and her white, frilly socks with
her black, shiny shoes.  She was more developed than
most 12 year olds and had beautiful, firm breasts.

We went back to kissing and her hand slid back into my
panties.  The way she touched me told me that I was
the first girl, besides herself, that she had ever
touched.  I reached one hand down and began rubbing my
finger between her dripping wet cunt lips, pushing the
soft material of her panties inside her slightly. 
This drew shudders from her sweet, sexy body.  I used
my other hand to reach around and undo the simple
clasp on her bra.  I pulled it foreward off her and it
fell across her arm, the one with the hand buried in
my panties.

Her breasts were magnificent, full and ripe and yet
certainly those of a young girl.  Her small, brown
nipples were rock hard and I played with one of them,
rubbing its suppleness between my small fingers and
then drawing circles around it.

I guessed that she had not ever used her breasts for
pleasure before because very soon after I started
fondling them, her kissing and rubbing went into high
gear.  She stuck her finger in me a little as if
asking a question and I nodded yes so she slid it in
me and was pumping it in and out of me while her thumb
and other fingers caressed my bald, warm pussy.

She came first, her eyes closing even tighter than
they were, head tilting back.   By this time I had my
hand inside her panties, my finger a little inside her
while my expert thumb pinpointed her firm, tiny clit. 
When her head went back, mine went to her breasts,
sucking her rock-hard nipples, running my tongue all
around them.

Her pussy spasmed around my wet finger and her young
body shook.  The breast I wasn't licking and sucking
was bouncing around next to me as her body quivered in
pleasure.  I saw her take her free hand and cover her
mouth and then heard the muffled cries as she came. 
Her bald, young cunt was squirting out so much girlcum
there was a little puddle under her that had dripped
from her panties.  Her orgasm lasted a long time and I
continued to fondle and suck thru the whole thing.

She, too, kept up her fondling of me, mixing in the
regular molstation with some violent jerks during her
orgasm.  It was these, plus hearing her cum so hard,
that got me off.  I started just as she was finishing
and reached my climax very quickly.  She saw I was
cumming and continued to rub my wet, soft cunt and
then also rubbed where my small breasts were on my
shirt.  She could see my hard nipples as I wore no bra
so she pulled at them and caressed them.

I certainly knew how to cum without screaming, but I
still put my hand over my mouth so I could smell her
sweet cunt on it as I came.  I was staring at her
firm, ripe breasts and soaking wet panties when I
climaxed, tremors running thru my body and I had all
sorts of gasps and grunts escaping me as she continued
fondling me.

After I came, she seemed very impressed with my
orgasm.  We were out of time, tho, so she picked her
dress off the floor and I pulled up my pants over my
wet and sticky panties and we left without talking
about what we had just done.

So a week later there I was, catching her eye from
time to time, and, when I did, licking my lips
seductively.  She turned some shades of red upon
seeing this and giggled a little so I knew we were
soon to have more fun together.

While checking her out, I happened to see, out of the
corner of my eye, my uncle staring down at my bare
legs.  This sunday, to be better prepared, I had worn
my short, black dress and, in honor of my little
friend, I had my own lacy little socks and shiny black
shoes.  I didn't know what to make of my uncle doing
this, but halfway thru the service, he rested his hand
ever so nonchlantly, on my leg.  His skin was rough
and his touch clumsy, but it did kind of spark
something in me.  I saw his friend watching my uncle
rest his hand on me and he was smiling wide.