The kisses, too, started to change. No longer were our mouths closed and they were becoming much more insistent. The first time his tongue touched my lips and gently pried my mouth open I wasn’t sure what to do, but it felt so right I joined in. Again, WOW. I felt like I was falling in love, but I’d always get the same response to the question; “Am I your girlfriend now?”
“Maybe…maybe someday.”
The most unexpected kiss had to be when we’d progressed to “no clothing” for our little private meetings. And it lasted for what seemed like hours. Who knew anything about an open mouth kiss on the cunt? Certainly not THIS (now) eleven year-old girl. At first I was shocked, and even a little scared, but then the kiss became gentle licks, teasing my labia and occasionally dipping into my vagina. The texture of his tongue, just barely rough, along the slick, smooth skin of my cuntlips, and then, what I’ve since learned is my clitoris, was so beautiful I didn’t know what to do. He kept it up for some time, until I felt something I’d never felt before.
It felt like my whole body was scrunching up on itself, and my insides were pulling all together. When it passed, I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven. By the time I was able to open my eyes, there he was, just sweetly gazing at me. And then he kissed me…his lips tasting of my cunt. Oh, GOD, I wanted to just die with embarrassment, but at the same time I was out of my mind with what I now recognize as lust. Tasting myself and him at the same time made it so perfect, I again nearly fainted.
And don’t even get me started about the “back rub” that became so much more. The kisses that began gently at that spot where my back just starts to rise into the swell of my ass…OMG. And his tongue joining in — just barely touching my anus, before slipping back into his mouth which continued its kissing. Whenever his tongue would caress my anus I could feel its tender roughness along each little wrinkle. It seemed to last forever, until I just couldn’t take it any more. I lifted my ass while his tongue was right where I wanted it. He started to gently probe my anus again, and I was beside myself – I wanted to feel his tongue there, inside of me. I pushed my ass closer, and his tongue slipped right inside…I came like crazy. Oh God, how I came.
Again, when kissing afterwards, I tasted parts of myself I’d never imagined tasting. But I was in heaven.
“Now am I your girlfriend?” I asked.
This time he responded with a sweet smile, and a very different look in his eyes; like he was ready to cry. “Maybe…maybe someday.”
“Private time” was always at a premium, but in pretty short order I started to become familiar with his cock. Up until he started making love to my cunt and anus, I’d generally just lay there soaking in the sweetness of his kisses, touches, and licks. But orgasms, to which I’d only recently become acquainted, fired up my imagination. Since we were both fully naked at this point in our reveries, I found my self touching his cock while we kissed. He certainly seemed to like it. I was just surprised that it always seemed to be leaking. (Was he wetting himself?) I knew nothing about anything having to do with boys or cocks, but I sure liked what we were doing.