Date: Thu, 7 Dec 2000 16:50:59 -0800 (PST) From: hi mar 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.