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| Author's infos: Male, Secret, Mars | ||
| Introduction: This was my own fantasy at 12 or so. i wish I'd had a friend like this. | ||
| When I saw there was a category called "female exhibitionist," I knew I had to tell my story. That's me all over (ha!). There's nothing l like better than taking off all my clothes and showing everything I've got to a guy who likes seeing it. I especially like it when--well, I'll COME to that (ha!). It started in the summer between fourth and fifth grade, so I was ten. My best friend was James, a boy three years older who lived down the street; our parents were friends, and we'd played together since we were babies. We were both onlies, so we were like the brother and sister neither of us ever had. James and I used to play together after school every day. He didn't come over when his friends were around--he was in middle school and I was just a fourth-grader, so it wouldn't have been "cool." I understood that and didn't hold it against him, because we were still buddies when we were alone, which was most of the time. All four of our parents worked and never got home before six or so, so we had a lot of free time after school, and in the summer sometimes we played together all day. We played in our houses, playing boardgames and video games and pretend and stuff, we played in our yards, cowboys and Indians and pirate and spacemen, whatever. We liked to play in the "woods"--it was a huge tract of undeveloped land down the street from our houses, maybe half a mile by a quarter-mile, with trees and open meadows and even a little creek running through it. It was like it was made for kids, right in the middle of our suburb. We always had fun together and we hardly ever fought. I liked James, and he liked me. But that summer there was beginning to be something new between us, and I knew exactly what it was. Daddy said I was starting to get "real curvy." I was only ten, but I was already starting to get titties and my hips were getting wider. I was still kind of baby-fat, but that just made my little titties look bigger than they really were. My nipples were suddenly way bigger; they were as big as half-dollars--I checked--and they kind of puffed out like pointy little cushions with fat little pencil erasers at the tips. Mom had just put me in a training bra that year because you could see them through my clothes, even if I was wearing a sweatshirt. Her tits were really big, and I knew mine would be too some day. (They are.) Anyway, I had seen James looking at my chest and staring at my legs--I had real pretty legs for a little girl, not skinny like most of my friends--and even looking at my bottom sometimes. I knew he thought I was pretty; earlier that summer, I asked him if he did, and he kind of stammered for a minute and finally said, "I think you're really beautiful, Sue." (That's my name.) I giggled and hugged him, and he seemed kind of embarrassed. I felt wonderful. Anyway, one day that summer--I think it was in August--I went over to James's house after lunch just to see if he was home and to mess around. I guess I was being a little naughty; I was wearing short shorts and a T-shirt with thong sandals, and I wasn't wearing a bra. But then that was what I almost always wore in the summer. I really didn't think about it much, honest. By the way, I never wore nail polish on my fingers or toes. A lot of little girls my age did, but then they'd ignore it while their nails grew out and it would just be little flakes and looked stupid. Besides, it was too much trouble. I didn't wear jewelry, either; it seemed like rings and necklaces and stuff would always get hung up on things when we were playing, so I just left it off. It turns out that all that would be important that day. Anyway, I rang the doorbell, and James opened the door and smiled really big to see me. He always did. We were best friends, and had said so since we were little. He was looking down at me, which was kind of new; he had grown a lot too, and by that summer he was a whole foot taller than me. (I was always little; I was only a little over four feet tall then, and I'm only five-foot-one now.) Anyway, I went inside and we went to his room and played video games for a while. I think I beat him a lot that day because he kept sneaking looks at my chest and my bare legs. Now this WAS really naughty; after I noticed him looking, I sat crosslegged in the chair with my sandals off and leaned back so my titties stuck out--and I didn't look at him so he could stare at me all he wanted. I liked it. It made me feel pretty. After he lost five games in a row at a game I didn't even like very much, he threw down the controller and said, "Phooey. Let's do something else." "Okay," I said. "What?" He looked at me for a long moment, and I wondered what he was thinking. Finally, he said, "Can you keep a secret?" I just smiled at him. "You know I can, James. I never told that it was you who broke your daddy's headlight when we were throwing that boomerang around, did I?" We had lots of secrets, James and I. "Okay," he said. "Will you get mad at me if I show you something real nasty?" I immediately thought of his dick. I had been wondering what it looked like for years. I shook my head quickly. "No, I promise." He looked at me for another second, then got up--and to my disappointment, he didn't unbuckle his pants. He moved over to his bed and reached under the mattress. He handed me a magazine. "Look at this," he said. His voice seemed kind of flat or strangled or something. Anyway, he sounded funny. The magazine was called "Nudie Cuties" or something like that, and there was a pretty girl on the cover with no clothes on. She was posing kind of bent over with both hands over her pussy and her bare titties hanging out, and kind of smiling like she knew she was being bad. "Ooo!" I said. "She's NAKED!" I looked up at James and he was watching me with a funny expression on his face, kind of smiling and kind of not. "Do you like stuff like this?" I asked. "All guys do," was all he said. I giggled and opened it. There were more pictures inside, and nothing else. I had seen dirty magazines before--my friend Stacy had shown me some of her dad's Playboys and Penthouses once--but this one was different. With James watching me, I turned the pages. Nothing but page after page of pictures of naked girls. None of them had anything on at all; not even a ring or a necklace. They were all absolutely naked. Sometimes they showed their pussies, and I noticed that a lot of them didn't have any pussy hair, like me. The poses were all arty and pretty, and most of the girls looked like they were having a good time, though some looked embarrassed. I noticed blurred spots on some of those, like something had been spilled on it a little and wiped off. I knew what that meant. Those were James's favorites. I knew what he did while he was looking at the pictures, and I felt my own little pussy starting to get kind of humid thinking about him doing that. I was just beginning to touch myself then. I liked to squat in the shower and use the hand sprayer on my pussy; the hot needle-spray made me feel really nasty and good. Sometimes I held myself open and sprayed it right on my bare little clit, but that was always so strong I couldn't keep it up for long. I had never had an orgasm, but I knew that when I got excited--like thinking about James's dick--my pussy would get kind of juicy and it felt good to rub it. James was still watching me. "Do you have any more?" I asked. I knew I was blushing, but this was getting interesting. I noticed that James had a bulge in his jeans right under his belt. A big bulge. My pussy got even humid-er. He went back to the bed and then handed me another one. This one was called "Wet 'n Ready," and again there was a girl on the cover with no clothes on. This one wasn't so modest, though. She was leaning back in a chair with her legs hooked over the arms, and she was holding her pussy wide open with both hands. It looked shiny, like it had oil on it. She was looking right at the camera and licking her lips. I gasped and my hand flew to my mouth. "James, this one is NASTY!" I said. "You promised you wouldn't tell," he said quickly. "I won't," I said. I opened the magazine. Same thing, just pictures--but these were all like the one on the cover. All the girls were showing off their bare pussies, and they were all juicy and wet-looking. Some of their pussies looked really red and swollen, and lots of them were shaved. And they all had nasty expressions on their faces--eyes closed and mouth open, or smiling dirty smiles, or like blowing kisses, or licking their lips like the one on the cover. I was fascinated, and James was watching me. I must have looked shocked; I know I was sitting there turning the pages with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. Lots of these pages had stains on them, too--especially the pictures where the girls looked embarrassed and scared. My own pussy was getting pretty wet, too, imagining James making those stains. His face was red and he was biting his lip. "I probably shouldn't have showed you those," he said. "I don't know why I did." I knew, but I didn't say it. "I'll bet you have a lot more under there," I said, nodding toward the bed. He shrugged and said, "Yeah, some. But those are my favorites." "Why?" He shrugged again. "Because they don't have ANYTHING on. They're all COMPLETELY naked. I like that." I looked down at the second magazine, the nasty one, and he was right; none of those girls had anything on at all, either. They were totally nude, barefoot and everything, just like in the other one. "Where did you get them?" I knew he wasn't old enough. "I got some from a friend. Some I stole off the shelf. That one--" he pointed at the one in my lap--"I bought for twenty dollars off a guy at school." I looked down at the pictures of wet, open pussies. "You must really like it," I said. He just nodded, watching me. He seemed relieved, like he was glad I didn't just run home. I looked up at him. I smiled, just a little bit. All of a sudden I felt scared and shy, but I asked him anyway: I felt excited, too. "Would you like to see me like that, James? Completely naked?" He looked at me, his eyes real wide. His mouth opened, but nothing came out for a second. Finally he said, "I sure would." When I didn't say anything for a second, he said, "I bet you look prettier than any of those girls." "But I'm only ten," I said. "I don't care," he said quickly. "You're the prettiest girl I ever saw, Sue. When we were little I never noticed. You were just my best friend. But now--in the last year or two--" He stopped, his face red. He looked scared. After all, he was only thirteen. "It's okay, James," I said. "I'm not mad. Go ahead and tell me." He took a deep breath. "I think about what you must look like naked all the time." I threw the magazines onto his bed and stood up. "Okay," I said. "Do you have a rubber band?" He looked at me like I'd sprouted leaves. "Huh?" "A rubber band. I need a rubber band," I said. He got one from his desk and handed it to me, his face still a blank. I took it and began gathering up my hair. I had really long hair then, halfway down my back. I gathered it up and used the rubber band to tie it in a ponytail on the very top of my head. "Why are you doing that?" he asked. I could tell he was still working on my having said "Okay." "So my hair won't hide anything," I said. He gasped and stared at me. "You really mean it? You're going to do it? Now?" I giggled. "Sure. Why not? It sounds like fun. Nobody ever saw me naked before. Even my doctor makes me wear a gown. And it looks like you'd really like it, and I want to make you happy." James sat down on the chair by his desk and stared at me. I smiled back at him. We looked at each other, and it was like electricity was in the air. I was standing in the middle of his bedroom, about to take all my clothes off in front of him. James kept looking at my face, trying not to look at the rest of me. I giggled and said, "Look at me all you want, James. I like it. Do you think my legs are pretty?" He looked down, staring at me bare legs and feet--my sandals were already off--and he nodded dumbly. I giggled and posed for him, turning one way and then another, pressing my legs together and bending one knee in front of the other, the way I'd seen models pose, just showing off. James looked at my bare legs like he was starving and they were lamb chops. Actually, I was stalling. I was excited but scared, and I felt really bashful and modest and embarrassed--and then I remembered that James liked that. I decided to let him know how shy I felt. I showed off my legs a little longer, then finally turned my back to him. "I'm scared, James," I said. "I never did this before." And then I pulled my T-shirt over my head and threw it away. I could hear him gasp, shocked that I really did it. I looked back at him over my shoulder and said, "I'm topless now, James. My titties are all bare. Do you really want to see?" He nodded at me, his mouth open, and I turned around with my arms crossed over my bare little chest. I pretended to be even more scared than I was and bit my lip with a really embarrassed expression on my face as I slowly lowered my arms and stuck my bare little titties out. I wasn't faking it much. He stared at my bare chest and moaned a little. "Oh, Sue," he breathed. "You're so pretty--" I smiled shyly and pointed at my nipples with both index fingers. "Do you like my big knobs?" I had heard a boy at school call them that. He gasped, and on impulse I took my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and pulled them way out, stretching my titties into little cones for a second, then let them snap back. "Ooo!" I squealed. "They've gotten so big and sensitive! Look how my titties jiggle when I bounce up and down!" I bounced on my heels for a second, knowing my little titties were quivering like Jell-O. I knew because I had done it in front of the mirror in the bathroom, wondering if a boy would like it. This one did. He whimpered a little with a kind of pained expression on his face, his eyes crawling over my bare little chest. I almost felt his stare. I hooked my thumbs in my shortshorts and started pulling them down over my hips. He moaned again, and I saw that he was pressing his hand to his crotch really hard. I pulled them down to my ankles and kicked them away, and then I was standing in front of him in nothing but my little white panties. I put my finger in my mouth, looked at him shyly, and whispered, "Do I look all right?" He just nodded, his mouth open. I turned around and bent over a little, sticking out my babyfat little butt in my tight panties and waving it back and forth, and he murmured, "Oh, Sue..." I giggled and pulled them down to my thighs, my bare butt still sticking out. "Oh, God," he groaned. I quickly pulled my panties all the way down and stepped out of them, then straightened up, my back still to him. I was naked, my panties dangling from my hand. I looked back at him and tried to look worried and embarrassed. "I don't have any clothes on now, James," I said in a tiny voice. "I'm as naked as a jaybird!" I tossed my panties away and turned around--with my arm hiding my titties and my hand over my hairless little pussy, hiding myself shyly. "I'm scared, James!" I said again. "I'm NAKED right in FRONT of you!" He just stared, his hand still pressing on his dick. I wondered what it looked like. I teased him some more: "I'm just a little girl, James! And I don't have any CLOTHES on!" I trilled teasingly. He was kneading his crotch like it was bread dough, staring at me, his eyes traveling all over me. I posed and cooed and whimpered, really scared and embarrassed and letting it show. "I don't even have any panties on!" I said. "I'm standing right in front of you in my birthday suit!" James was biting his lip and moaning, rocking back and forth as he stared at me and pressed his fist to his crotch.. I turned sideways and kept hiding myself. "James?" I said. He tore his eyes away from my naked body and looked at my face. "Huh?" I shyly looked at the floor. "I know what you're going to do as soon as I go home today." "What?" He looked at me suspiciously. "The same thing you do with those dirty magazines. Only you'll be thinking about me and trying to remember how I looked without any clothes on." "What do you mean?" he asked, playing dumb. I twisted one bare little foot on the floor, really embarrassed that he was making me say it. "You're going to jack off. You're going to play with your bare dick and pull on it till you squirt gooey white stuff out of it." Now HE was embarrassed. "Yeah, well, maybe. So what?" I looked at him, scared, naked and excited. "Why don't you do it now?" He goggled at me. "You don't have to try to remember," I said. "You can jack off to me while you look at me naked, while I'm right here in front of you!" I really, really, really wanted to see his dick. Seeing it all big and stiff would be even better, especially knowing I was making it that way. And making it squirt just from looking at me would be--I couldn't imagine it. He stared at me, not believing what he heard- -and then he began to grin. He stood up and unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor, and I saw his underwear sticking out like a tent--and I saw the top of the tent was all shining and wet. Then he pulled his underwear down too. James's bare dick was sticking out hard and pointing right at me. It was way bigger than I thought it would be, and it was drooling clear fluid from the tip. It was kind of pink and pale, but his dickhead was all red and swollen, and the flaring rim around it was even redder. He looked at me red-faced and stuck it out even farther. On impulse, I dropped to my knees and kissed it; just for a second, but long enough that he really felt it. Then I stood back up and put my hands behind my head and posed for him. "Jack off to me, James," I said. "I'm completely naked just so you can look at me and jack off." I knew I was blushing as I moved my bare little feet apart, crouched, and stuck out my bare, hairless ten-year-old pussy. I was totally embarrassed and scared, but I didn't care. I just wanted James to pull on his dick and make it feel good while he looked at me. James looked somebody had given him a million dollars. He sat down and started jacking off to me, pulling on his dick, sliding the skin up and down over his dickhead. I could tell it felt good because he started breathing hard and grunting. He was staring at my bare pussy. I crouched even lower and stuck it out as hard as I could. "Look at my bare pussy, James," I said in my high little voice. "I don't have any pussy hair. I'm only ten." I squatted with my little legs wide apart and leaned back so he could see everything. "I'm naked, James! I don't have anything at all on! I'm completely bare, just for you!" He gaped and stared, and I waved my little pussy at him. "Does it feel good?" He nodded, hard and fast. "What do you call that good feeling, James?" "A s-strain," he stammered, "I'm getting a strain. A real good one, Sue. You're giving me a real good strain..." I giggled and turned over and stuck out my fat little ass. I got down on my hands and knees and stick it up in the air, showing him my hairless baby pussy from behind. He was grunting louder and the smack-smack-smack sound of his jacking off to me was making my pussy get even juicier. I wanted to show him, but I knew it was too soon. I stood up and started to pose and twist like the girls in the first magazine, showing off everything I had. I stood on tiptoe and stretched, I squatted and stuck out my bare little ass, I knelt down and hid myself and pretended to be real modest and shy, and I cooed and whimpered like I was really scared and embarrassed--which I was, but I was also excited to the max. As I posed and postured, I kept talking to him, egging him on: "I don't have any clothes on, James! I'm only ten years old, but I'm a nudie cutie too, just like in your magazines! I'm a nudie girl just for you!" He kind of gaped and smiled at the same time and said, "I like that you don't even have any nail polish on, Sue. You have real pretty hands and real pretty feet--and they're so little and bare..." I giggled and wiggled my bare toes for him. "I don't have ANYTHING on, James! I'm barefooted and bare-pussy naked!" He was pulling on his boner a mile a minute, and I liked watching him like that. I even liked it that he was mostly dressed; it made me feel more naked and embarrassed. I pointed at myself. "Look at my nipples and my pussy and my hiney, James! They're all bare for your dick! Jack it off to me! I want to give you a good STRAIN!" I posed for him as nasty as I could. I wriggled and bumped and did a childish belly-dance, and he stared so hard I thought his eyes would fall out. I giggled and tossed my ponytail and did everything I could think of. I ran my little hands all over my bare little body, feeling myself. I couldn't believe I was really naked in front of him while he was jacking off to me--and that he was enjoying it so much! I was only ten, and he was getting a hot strain to me! I felt like a naughty little princess. I decided to jiggle for him. "Watch me jump up and down, James! Look how I jiggle all over!" I bounced everything I had for him, doing naked Jumping Jacks and wiggling all over and shaking my bare little bottom and hopping on my bare feet with my legs spread wide apart. I turned around and around so he could see me from all sides. "I'm a naked little fourth-grade girl, James! Get a good STRAIN to me!" He was staring and groaning as he masturbated, gaping at me and pumping his dick till foam formed around the head beneath his fingers. "Oh, suh-Sue," he grunted. "You're so beautiful... So bare..." "I'm COMPLETELY bare, James! Look!" I lay down on my back, and suddenly popped my bare little legs open wide, holding my bent knees back with my hands. I pulled my legs as far back as I could and stuck my bare bald pussy out at him. "I'm showing you EVERYTHING, James! Look at my BARE BABY CUNT!" I hunched it at him like I was getting fucked. "I'm SHOWING IT OFF for you! You can STARE at it all you WANT! Oh, look at my BARE PUSSY, James! I'm NAKED! I" I felt so bare and exposed and nasty and scared--and as I felt James's hungry gaze crawling all over my chest and my legs and my wide-open crotch, I felt beautiful and powerful and very grown-up, too. He was two years older and a foot taller, but I was in control. I loved it. I loved it more than anything I had ever done. He was sweating, foam dripping from his dick as he struggled to hold back his boy-sperm. It was time. I quickly sat down in his armchair, slid my bare bottom out to the edge, and hooked my bare, pretty little legs over the arms--then reached down and stretched my bare little pussy open as wide as I could with both hands. I glanced down, and my virgin hole was fiery red against my pale skin--and it was glistening-wet! "Look, James! I'm WET 'n READY too!" I squealed. "I have a SHINY PUSSY, just like those nasty girls in the magazine!" On impulse, I started working my baby cuntmuscles for him, making my open pussyhole squeeze and squirch. I turned my face into my shoulder shyly and said, "I'm SCARED, James! I'm so MODEST--but I'm showing you my JUICY BARE PUSSY!" as I worked my bare, open, sloppy little cunt for his eyes. My little toes were curled up and clenched tight as I made sure he saw me showing off my slippery fucking muscles. "I'm only TEN but I don't have any CLOTHES on and I'll do ANYTHING...." I looked him and licked my lips lewdly like the girl on the cover. That did it. He grunted something like "Hunf," and his cum shot all the way across the space between us and splattered all over me. I squealed and cooed as cutely as I could: "Ooo, James, you're shooting your WAD to me! I'm a NAKED JACK-OFF GIRL! Make it SQUIRT MORE!" Then, with James's gooey cum all over my naked little body and dripping into my wet pussy, I had my very first orgasm. As James watched me, I shivered and strained and grunted out my ten-year-old climax right in front of him. I couldn't help it; I stuck my bare middle finger up my little pussy and kept myself cumming as he stared at me. I looked at him gritting my teeth and straining, rubbing his cum into my bare baby clit, and I grunted in a strangled little voice, "I'm c-coming, James--I'm c-c-coming nuh-naked r-right in ff-front of youuu--" I had started to cum before I even touched my pussy, just from stretching it open naked while a boy squirted his jack-off wad all over me. They say your first sexual experience shapes your whole life. I know it did for me. I've been hooked on making guys shoot by showing off naked for them ever since. After that, I gave James jack-off shows almost every single day. I did anything he wanted: I ran around his back yard naked and barefoot; I squatted on his picnic table and peed on the ground, hunching my pelvis so the stream waved and looped in the air; I dirty-danced naked on his patio, covered with nothing but shiny oil. I even fingered myself off while he watched, licking and sucking my pussy juice off my finger and winking at him while I did it. I just wanted to be the best jack-off material he could ever want and give him the best strains and make him shoot the biggest wads ever. I never wore anything when he jacked off to me; I went buck naked and barefoot. He liked me totally bare, and I liked being totally bare in front of him. I could make him shoot whenever I wanted by just holding my pussy open and reminding him I was only ten and I was his personal naked girl, his very own jack-off teaser. I had his cum splattered on my bare pussy almost every day that summer, and almost every day after school for all of that year. If you're wondering, yes, we talked about fucking and me sucking his dick and him licking my pussy and all that, and we even did those things once or twice, and they felt good; but James liked to look at me, and I liked to show off, and for us that was the biggest thrill. We had been doing it for almost a whole year by that next summer, and it never got old for either of us. It was just as big a scary thrill to pose naked in front of him and watch him pull on his dick as it was the first time. Plus my titties were lots bigger and my bottom was, too. James said I was more beautiful than ever. He still liked for me to say I was only ten, though, even though I was eleven now. I guess it was like making it like the first time. I liked it too. One afternoon, after we had finished and while he was cleaning his sperm off my still-bald pussy with a warm washcloth, he said, "My cousin's going to be staying with us for a couple of weeks. He's coming tomorrow." "Oh, shoot," I said. I thought that meant we couldn't play for a while. He swallowed and said, "I thought maybe you'd like to show off for both of us." I stared at him, my mouth hanging open. "He won't tell," James said quickly. "Not anybody. We used to jack off together to dirty magazines. If you don't want to it's okay." The sudden image of James and some other boy both jacking off filled my mind. I thought about what it would be like to hold my legs open naked and show off my bare little pussy to two boys at once--and one I didn't even know--and make them both spurt sperm all over me. It was so nasty, I shivered. "Okay," I said. To be continued... |
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