Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2014 22:36:27 -0500
From: vermont curious <vtcurious1@gmail.com>
Subject: Middle Schoolers Go Way Beyond Dancing

The spring middle school dance had just ended, and as they walked home to
each their end of town the two 13-year old boys were texting back and forth
feverishly.

"Dude," wrote Avery, "I can't believe it! I got to touch Claire's boob
while we slow danced to that first song. It was amazing."

"I know, right?" responded Sander. "I got to feel them, too, even got a
quick grab of her vaj over her dress at the long closing act."

The two were best friends and had been since kindergarten. They'd shared
all sorts of adventures over the years, and now they were coming up on
perhaps the biggest adventure yet for a couple of young boys: puberty.
Although Avery was taller and naturally darker than Sander they were
developing at about the same pace, they'd both started getting hairs in new
and exciting places around their 11th birthdays, and they'd started getting
really interested in the things they could do with their rapidly growing
cocks ever since. They had both started shooting sperm about a year ago,
and had experimented with masturbating together just for the hell of it,
but they were both straight and absolutely hellbent on getting it on with a
girl as soon as possible.

Sitting in his room covered with Arsenal and Call of Duty posters, Avery
thought about it this new development. What to do next – how to get to next
base with Claire? To be honest, he didn't really know what next base would
even be – sex ed in school had been a colossal waste of time; all talk
about STDs, condoms, and babies. Nothing about the things that really
mattered, like, how to figure out what a girl wanted to hear, what she
wanted to do, and how to do it when the time came.

"Sander," he wrote early the next morning. "How about we invite Claire over
to my house to watch a movie this weekend, and then sort of see what
happens. I'd really like to get to see more of her."

Sander wrote back. "Dude, I'm *so* hoping she would be willing to go
further – maybe a handy or at least let us see her pussy or something."

Avery was the more courageous of the two, so the next day at school he
casually asked Claire if she would want to come over and watch a movie the
following weekend.

Claire was a cute 8th grader, tall with big brown eyes, long almost black
hair. A talented hockey and lacrosse player, she was fit and strong and not
at all timid. She knew what she wanted, and she knew how to get it. The
dance had been fun and she really liked both of the boys. And although
she'd mostly been fooling around when she allowed them to feel her up on
the dance floor she was very curious to see where things may go. So she
quite readily said yes to the movie date. Her parents trusted her, so there
was no problem spending an afternoon on her own with a couple of kids from
her class. They didn't need to know who they were or what they all might be
doing.

So Saturday afternoon the three of them walked the half mile back from the
pizza joint in town to Avery's house. It was a beautiful late spring day,
and they were goofing around and laughing on the way. There was definitely
a vibe in the air, a sense of expectation from all three of them. Something
was going to happen.

They made themselves comfortable in the den in Avery's house, on the futon
couch with the sleeping bags and pillows and blankets, across from the big
screen TV. Avery turned on the Xbox and dialed up Netflix, and found a
pretty raunchy TV show that he'd come across a few weeks earlier, picking
an episode where there was lots of talk about sex. It couldn't hurt to set
the tone.

Earlier in the week the boys had agreed to take turns if things got steamy
– they figured it'd be more enjoyable for all of them that way, and not
quite as gay or awkward as if they had to see each other's dicks being
handled by the girl of their fancy.

Although all three of them knew perfectly well what they were there for,
they pretended to watch the show for a while and bantered back and forth
about trivial things – how stupid school was, what their friends were doing
and so on.

Finally, Avery made the bold move that seemed to be needed to make some
progress. He casually laid his arm across the back of the futon around
Claire's neck, and gently caressed her hair and cheek on the other side.
She giggled a little and smiled, bent her head down coyly to squeeze his
hand a little. Then she shuffled around a bit, allowing the hand to
not-so-accidentally move down and land more-or-less on top of her right
breast. Avery tensed up for a minute, not sure what to do, but then
instinct took over, and her every-so-gently cupped the hand around the firm
breast. Claire let out a little sigh, leaned back a bit more, and made it
clear that she was more than just okay with this. Emboldened, Casey leaned
across her a little and brought his other hand to her other breast, cupping
that firmly as well. This was awesome, he thought. He carefully squeezed
and felt the two amazing bodies in his hands – they were firm, yet soft and
pliable, small, but perky underneath her bra.


 Exciting as it was, they'd sort of been here before: at the dance, this
was about as far as they'd gotten before the music stopped and it all came
to a grinding halt. The whole point of this date had been to see if things
could go a little further. Avery wasn't sure how to make that happen – what
to do next? Move a hand from her boobs to her vaj? Would that be too bold?
Wait for her to reach over and stroke his crotch, feeling his incredibly
hard erection in his pants? Or... what?

Thankfully, Claire made the next move just as Avery's uncertainty was
starting to paralyze him. She cooed a little, stretched herself long, and
allowed one arm to reach over and gently caress Sander's lap. Up until now,
Sander had been half watching, half trying to ignore what was going on in
the couch next to him. He was incredibly turned on by what he was seeing,
and he was hard as a rock – but he wasn't sure how to get in on the action.
But now, all of a sudden, he was made a part of what was unfolding.
Claire's hand lingered half way down his left thigh, and Sander
instinctively spread his legs a little wider so there'd be an obvious V for
the hand to explore on the return. The hand started moving up again,
slowly, softly, stroking his thigh through his sweat pants, reaching he hem
of his boxers, and then gently easing up over his erection.

When Claire reached the middle of his shaft, she stopped moving her hand,
and instead curled the fingers under a bit, getting a good grasp of
Sander's dick, her pinkie nestled right behind his glans. She squeezed a
little, and moved the hand ever so slightly back down, then back up. Once,
then again. Sander almost came right then and there – it felt completely
incredible to have someone else grab your dick like that, and the fact that
it was sexy, adorable Claire doing it made it all the more unreal.

Claire could feel Sander shudder and harden even more as she grabbed him
and gently stroked his cock. For such a small boy, she thought, he had what
felt like a very decent size dick. She smiled a little to herself. "Never
judge a book by its cover." She flattened out her hand and moved it up and
over the head of Sander's penis, eliciting a long, quiet moan from the boy
who was now leaning way back in the futon to maximize contact between his
crotch and Claire's adventurous hand.

Claire's hand made it's way up Sander's belly underneath his Under Armor
jersey. Both boys were serious soccer players and had gotten into weights
and fitness training over the winter, and Sander had a cute little six pack
and not an ounce of baby fat left. His skin was soft and warm, no hair, no
blemishes – just perfect boy. Claire licked her lips. Then she carefully
eased her hand under the elastic band of Sander's sweat pants and started
exploring again.

Meanwhile, Avery had concluded that Claire's boobs were simply perfect. He
couldn't get enough of them – they felt great beneath his hands, and he
would almost have been content just playing with them. But he realized
there might be something even better waiting, so he, too, started
exploring. First, his hand moved down the outside of Claire's blouse – some
thin, satin thing that felt soft and cool, but also allowed him to feel her
tight abs and warm skin. His hand made it down to the top of her jeans –
and once again, Avery was stumped. What to do now? Should he grope around
on the outside of her jeans, then try to take it one step further – or
should he risk it all and try to pop the button and get inside right away?

Right then, he heard Sander moan, and looked over to see what was going on.
He was amazed to see Claire's hand obviously stroking Sander's cock, and it
was all Avery needed for inspiration to boldly go where he had never gone
before. He made his way to the button on Claire's jeans, and without much
trouble he got it to pop open. Avery smiled. "Yes!" He moved his hand down
and gently eased Claire's zipper down as far as it would go. Claire obliged
by swiftly raising her ass off the futon for a second and allowing her
jeans to ride down quite a ways on her hips. Avery now had a clear view of
most of the front of Claire's black panties. He couldn't tell what kind
they were, but the mere fact that they were a few inches from his
fingertips made him lick his lips with expectation and lust.

Avery knew not to rush things, so even though his every instinct wanted him
to lunge for the goodies on display, he took his time and made the
adventure last. His hand stroked Claire's stomach, now exposed where the
waist of her jeans had once been. She was soft, warm, and beautiful. Then
his hand made small circles that sent it further and further south, until
his fingertips reached the top edge of the black underwear. He eased his
fingers under the elastic and felt a thin strip of soft pubic hair under
his fingertips. He moved gently through the bush, two tips probing forward
like a fork. A little further down, and he could feel the outer lips of
Claire's pussy part ways; he let the two fingers follow each their slope,
getting the rest of his hand solidly inside her panties as they went.
Claire spread her legs a little more to give him access, and the cleft
between the two warm edges of her pussy grew wider. He could feel the
warmth coming from within her, and he let one finger change course ever so
slightly and dip down into the valley. It was moist and pulsating, warm and
wonderful in there. He curled the fingertip under ever so slightly, and
hooked the finger a little deeper into the canyon. It felt like Claire's
pussy almost swallowed the finger, the soft walls of her vagina reacting to
the touch, rippling a little. He stroked the inside of her pussy lips with
the two fingers, and Claire let out an almost imperceptible, "yessss....
more, please."


 Sander raised his tight little bubble butt off the futon and used his
hands to swiftly shift his sweat pants down to his knees. His checkered
boxers were still in place, but his erection had found the fly and was now
standing proud right beneath Claire's prodding hand. She didn't hesitate,
but moved the hand down and grabbed the stiff rod the way she had done
before, but now without that annoying layer of fabric getting in the way.
Sander gasped. Claire ran her hand all the way to the top of his glistening
helmet, then all the way down to the root of his penis, where a small bush
of soft blond hair met it. She tussled the hair, and moved further down to
grab Sander's balls and give them a little tug and squeeze. He flinched a
little, but his cock jerked and his erection grew a little firmer for a
second. Then Claire's hand moved back up, and then all the way up and over
the head of Sander's dick and off. She brought the palm of her hand to her
face, inhaled the sharp scent of Sander's delicious young cock for a
second, then licked her palm with generous amounts of spit, and brought the
hand back down to Sander's glans.

She swirled it around once, then ran her slick hand down his shaft. And
then she got a rhythm going. She started jerking Sander's cock in earnest,
no hesitation, no fumbling. Consistent, solid strokes, top to bottom and
back up again, occasionally adding in a quick swirl of the glans. It was
magnificent, thought Sander, and he leaned back more and came up on his
tippy-toes, almost lifting his ass off the futon to better meet Claire's
hand.

Avery's middle finger was now sopping wet and exploring Claire's vagina in
earnest. It had found the entrance to her cunt, the inner lips still fairly
firmly closed, but yielding ever so slightly to gentle pressure. He
massaged around the opening, savoring and marveling at all the swirls and
folds and ridges that he felt, and he was vaguely aware of Claire's
reaction whenever he stroked the top. Wasn't that where the clitoris –
whatever the hell that was – was hiding? He knew that was supposed to be a
magic button that helped girls get off, so he started to pay special
attention to the little nub he could feel right where the inner lips of
Claire's pussy met. She started grinding her hips against his hand, trying
to increase the pressure from his fingers, and Avery did his best to
comply.

Sander was going out of his 13-year-old mind. This was the most amazing
feeling ever; his whole body was tingling, from this toes all the way to
the top of his scalp, but somehow the amazing energy all emanating from his
crotch. He couldn't believe it – his first hand job, and it was nothing at
all like masturbating. Sure, it was the same basic idea, but having a girl
doing it made all the difference in the world. He was getting hot and
steamy and had pulled his sweatshirt over his head. Now he moaned out loud,
"oh, Claire, that's so amazing," and she glanced over at him and gave him a
big smile. "You really like it?" "Love it," he said. She licked her hand
again quickly and went back to work, swirling around Sander's glans a few
times, running her fingers along the ridge on the back of his penis,
squeezing it firmly with her whole hand. Then she stroked him slowly all
the way to the root and held her hand against his pubic bone for a few
seconds, and Sander's dick strained like it wanted to grow an extra inch
from the pressure. It was almost too much for Sander to take, and as she
started to jerk him off again in earnest he felt a tingling begin deep,
deep within him, all the way behind his asshole, his immature prostate
starting to quiver and signal that it was loosing control of things. "Oh,
Claire..." he moaned, "Claire, I'm gonna cum." Claire was thrilled at the
sound of this and focused intently on what she was doing. She made every
stroke count, ran her fingers up and over the slit in Sander's penis,
noticing a little pre-cum on the tip. Then Sander bucked, raised his hips
off the futon, pushing his penis into Claire's hand, and with a gasp he
came. Three long spurts of milky boy cum shot out, and Claire aimed the
erupting penis up Sander's belly. The cum landed in a strip way past his
belly button.

Claire watched in utter fascination as Sander climaxed. She'd never seen a
boy cum before, not even in a movie. She had a basic idea about what would
happen, but to actually see the sperm shoot from the tip of the hot, stiff
cock that she'd been pleasuring for the past ten minutes was something
else. She looked down at Sander, who was clearly overwhelmed with the bliss
of his climax. His eyes were closed, a sheen of sweat on his skin; he had a
small smile on his face, and now a strip of sticky pearly goo on his belly.
She let go of his penis and reached out a finger, dipped it in the sperm
and brought it back to smell. It was definitely pungent and weird, but not
repulsive as some of her girlfriends had claimed. She actually rather liked
the smell. A thought ran through her mind. Could she? Hell, why not – YOLO.
She stuck her tongue out and touched it to the little glob on her finger.
Salt. Sweet. Gooey. Not bad.

Avery noticed that Claire was distracted, and for a moment his heart grew
heavy with the thought that he'd somehow screwed up and done something
wrong "down there." but then he heard Sander moan out loudly and looked
over just in time to see his best friend shoot his load. Avery was in awe –
Sander had gotten his first hand job and by the looks of him it was the
best thing, like, ever.

Avery took the opportunity to ease Claire's panties down a little further;
she didn't even hesitate, but lifted her butt willingly to allow them to
slide out from under her. She kicked off her jeans and Avery guided her
panties down over her knees and off her feet. She spread her legs even
wider now, and Avery lay a cupped hand gently over her pussy, fingers
spread, the heel of his hand tickled by Claire's beautiful but sparse bush
of black hair. When Claire was done tasting Sander's sperm ("Really?!?"
thought Avery, "Did she just do that?!?") she turned her full attention
back to Avery and what he was doing for her. Her eyes met his, and she
smiled mischievously. "Any chance you'd want to take a closer look and
maybe lick me a little?" Avery paused. Whoa. He'd watched enough videos
where guys ate girls out to know what it involved, but, man, that was a
huge step.

Still, he was so enthralled with Claire and her pussy that he decided to
give it a shot. So he nodded quietly and slid down the futon to his knees
on the floor, and shuffled between Claire's spread legs. God, she was
beautiful – her pussy was perfect, everything about it was amazing. The
slit, the flushed lips, slightly open now from all the work he'd been doing
with his fingers, her bush, the trail of skin down to where he could just
make out her little puckered asshole. He moved in closer, placed a hand on
each of her thighs and tentatively stuck out his tongue.

Claire looked down between her legs, and there was the cutest boy in
8thgrade, even cuter than Sander, she thought, but only by a bit,
getting
ready to lick her pussy. How could a girl be so lucky? He had already
impressed her with his fingers – hell, he'd almost brought her off once or
twice when he really worked her clit, and it was only because she'd been
distracted giving Sander a hand job that she had kept her mind off the
orgasm that had been brewing. She reached down and tussled Avery's black
hair as he stuck out his tongue and started licking her labia. A little
hesitantly at first, getting his bearings, getting used to things, but then
more vigorously and clearly with real gusto. Claire leaned back in the
futon, and placed her hands on her hips, scooting her pelvis forward a bit
so Avery could get to more of her.

Avery was feeling pretty happy with himself. He was getting the hang of
things, and he absolutely loved the feel of his tongue running over
Claire's soft, warm pussy. It was like eating desert off a spoon. The smell
was intoxicating, turning him on even more, he could feel the warmth from
her skin and from the depths of her pussy on his nose and face, and he
savored it like the rays of the sun on a spring day. He tried to get his
tongue into every little crevice and nook and cranny, he used two spread
fingers on his hand to pry Claire's pussy wider open so he could get his
tongue deeper inside her. He started darting his tongue in and out of her
cunt as if he were fucking her with it, curling it up like a small agile
penis, but also bending back the tip to make a tiny hook that would scrape
against the roof of her vagina and tease her clit on the way out. It seemed
to be working – Claire was squirming more than ever on the futon, her legs
were scissoring together, trying to squeeze Avery's head between her
thighs, her hands came down and pushed on the back of his head, forcing
more of his face into her pussy. He was slurping Claire's juices that were
running freely now, using the added lube to slick up a finger. He slid it
in under his tongue and used it to finger fuck her in time with his tongue,
expanding her vagina further, stimulating more of its walls. His tongue
darted across her clit, little light flicks, barely touching, but enough to
send little jolts through Claire on every pass.

Finally, the 13-year-old girl could hold it no more. Suddenly, her entire
body tensed up, her legs clamped Avery's head in place like a vice, and she
mashed her clit into his tongue and teeth and lips and started panting,
then gasping for breath, then sighing out loud and letting it all go. She
didn't release Avery, however, and a second later she pushed his face back
onto her clit, and another wave of her climax washed over the girl. Avery
watched in awe. He was happy for her, and smiled at the thought of the
feeling she would be having right now. "I did that," he thought. "Yay for
me."

Sander had recovered from his intense climax, and after he had opened his
eyes again he rolled over onto his side to see what was going on in room.
He saw Avery between Claire's legs, and did a double take. Seriously? That
was amazing. His best friend was eating out the cutest girl in school, and
she was clearly loving every minute of it. Sander watched in awe as Avery's
tongue swished across all of Claire's pussy all glistening and swollen.
When she finally came, Sander saw Claire's face light up in an ecstatic
smile, and he recognized in her the emotions and intensity that he himself
had felt just a few minutes earlier. Wasn't sex amazing, though? He thought
to himself.

It took Claire a minute or two to recover, and all the while Avery just
lingered between her legs, watching her pussy slowly recover from all the
action. Her labia came back together, leaving only a narrow slit running
from the little bush to a few inches above her asshole. She was still wet
with her juices and his spit, but he didn't try to dry it off from fear of
bringing her down from her high ahead of time.

Claire open her eyes and looked at Avery with a big smile. "Thank you, sexy
boy, nobody has ever done that for me before. It was amazing. You were
amazing." Avery blushed a little. "It wasn't that hard – even though I'd
never tried before I just really wanted to please you. And I liked it."

Claire thought for a second, then she said, "I really want to please you,
too. Stand up for a second." Avery struggled to his feet, his knees aching
a little from all that time on the floor between Claire's legs. Claire
leaned forward on the futon, and reached out and undid Avery's belt buckle.
Then she loosened the button on his corduroys and let the zipper down. She
looked up and into his beautiful dark eyes. "Off," she said. He complied,
stepping out of the pants, letting them fall in a heap on the floor next to
Claire's own jeans. He was wearing just boxers and a t-shirt now, and there
was a noticeable bulge in those boxer shorts, and a large wet spot, too,
right above the fly. Claire was trying to decide what to do. Should she
fish Avery's dick out through the fly, or pull down the boxers and get
unrestricted access? No point really in futzing with the fly, so she placed
a hand on either side of his hips and pulled the boxers off Avery's waist.
He stepped out of them in one fluid motion, and his beautiful 6 inch boy
cock bounced in front of him as he did so.

Claire reached out and gently placed a hand on Avery's dick. It felt a lot
like Sanders' had, maybe a little thicker around the middle, but tapered a
bit. Biggest difference was that Avery wasn't circumcised like Sander, so
only the tip of his glans was peeking, while the rest of his penis was
covered in the softest, warmest skin almost all the way to the top. Claire
was intrigued and tugged very gently on Avery's dick. The foreskin
retracted smoothly, exposing the red head, and then spread back over it
when she returned her hand. Amazing. It felt a lot more natural than a cut
penis; the foreskin made it almost effortless to jerk off.

But Claire had other plans anyway. She looked up at Avery for a brief
second, then bent forward and placed a gentle kiss on the tip of his penis.
Avery gasped. Claire's lips lingered on his dick, probing the head all
around. Then her tongue joined the party and slid over the slit in Avery's
penis. His erection grew firmer, maybe a little longer, too. She had his
attention now, that was for sure. She took a deep breath, and then allowed
herself to slide down his penis as far as she could go. She got about half
way before she felt the head hit the back of her mouth. She remembered
girls talking about giving head and how it was important to cover your
teeth when doing so, and she did. She pulled back up, allowing a little
friction and suction to work on Avery's shaft all the way. She bobbed a few
times to get used to the feeling, then pulled off and licked around the
head a few times. Avery looked down in awe. "Work the ridge right there,"
he said in a quiet, husky voice and pointed to the bottom of the mushroom
head where it met the shaft. Claire was eager to do what felt good for him,
so she started licking her way around the bottom of the boys' beautiful
head. He shuddered and had to reach out to support himself on with a hand
on her shoulder.

"Use a hand, too," he suggested as Claire resumed bobbing up and down the
length of his dick. She still couldn't fit all of it in her mouth, and so
it made sense to add a hand at the bottom to stroke the rest of the shaft.
She did, and it clearly pushed Avery closer to the edge of a climax. He was
straining every muscle in his body now, his firm little boy butt tense with
the effort of thrusting his hips forward to meet Claire's mouth. She slowed
her motion down and let him do the work, just holding her hand and mouth in
place for him to fuck. He picked up the pace, and after a few dozen strokes
he managed to grunt, "oh, Christ, I'm going to shoot." Claire hadn't really
thought about it, but now she had a split second to decide: would he let
him cum in her mouth, or pull off him and let him shoot all over her face?
And if she took it in her mouth, would she swallow it?
As it was, she never got to make the decision. Avery's cock exploded in her
mouth, spewing forth a couple of massive strands of thick, milky sperm and
a few little dribbles of watery cum. Claire let it all pool under her
tongue, savoring the overwhelming flavor. It tasted a lot like Sanders'
had, but there was so much more of it, and the texture was different now
that she had an entire mouthful with which to contend. She swirled it
around in her mouth a few times, diluting it with her own saliva, and
decided that it would somehow be wrong to spit it out, so she swallowed a
couple of times, and the gooey mass disappeared down her throat.

Sander was in awe – he'd just watched Avery get an intense blow job, and to
top that off, Claire had let him cum in her mouth and swallowed, too. She
really was in incredible girl, and he felt at once honored and eager.
Honored that she'd given him his first hand job ever, eager to find out if
she'd be willing to give him a blow job, too.
Avery didn't collapse when he came, but it was close. His legs buckled, and
only by locking his knees did he remain standing while his balls where
drained and he shot his biggest load ever into the mouth of this incredibly
sexy girl. Through the haze of endorphins and the rush of the orgasm he had
to marvel at their luck: he and Sander had hooked up with what they thought
was the cutest and sweetest girl in their class, and she had turned out to
be an incredibly adventurous partner-in-crime as the two boys explored
their budding sexuality.

The three off them came back 'round eventually, the hormones drained from
their systems, exhaustion setting in. They were sticky and sweaty and
tired, but also satisfied in the way that only sex can leave you. They got
dressed, and Claire headed out for the walk back to her house. As she
headed out the door of Avery's house, she turned to the two boys who were
standing in the hallway to see her off and said, "Are you doing anything
next weekend?"

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