Taboo Times Ten(21)

Without realizing-it was mine.

“I still can't believe girls in your grade do anal sex,” Jack started, sitting across from me in one of the two recliners. I was cross-legged on the couch, sipping slowly at my first can of beer. Almost half of it was already gone. “It's too far out there to be real,” he added.

“I feel a little wobbly,” I admitted, holding up my beer.

I was still in my clingy shorts and halter top, barefooted, and I was sitting back in a way that gave both Jack and Ray, sitting in the other recliner, a very good view of my gently bulging crotch.

Unless I was mistaken, they both were taking secret little looks at it.

Whether it was the drinking or my sexually-charged stories, I couldn't tell, but the atmosphere in the cottage had definitely changed.

And, having gotten rid of my panties an hour or so before, my clingy shorts clearly showed the not-so-subtle indentation of my slit, the darkening moist spot at the bottom of it becoming slowly more obvious.

Displaying myself that way was getting me increasingly more excited. And exceptionally wet.

“What were we talking about again?” I asked, a little fuzzy. “Anal sex? Or was it about all the blow jobs the 5th-grader girls hand out?”

“Those little girls do blow jobs, too?” Ray wanted to know. “Goddamn it, I sure went to the wrong school at the wrong time!”

I just laughed.

“Not all the girls,” I clarified. “But more than you'd believe. If a girl likes a boy, she'll suck him off without a second thought.”

Jack took a long sip of his beer.

“Suck his wiener, you mean?” he asked with a smile.

“His cock,” I corrected. “His dick. Either one. Most of the girls really like sucking a boy's cock, even when he goes off while she's doing it. Then she brags about it forever, that she made him come in her mouth.”

I guess I was rambling.

Ray wanted to know, “So the girl doing the teacher-she sucks all the boys whenever, and lets boys screw her in her ass, too?”

I had to think about how to answer.

“She loves doing it,” I told them. “Even with boys she doesn't like all that much. She loves giving out blow jobs and getting screwed in the butt. She just loves guy's cocks, in her mouth or wherever. We all do.”

And that's when it got so quiet I could actually hear the crickets outside and it wasn't even the middle of the night yet. There might've been one lonely cricket out there. But I could hear him.

I could also hear Jack's breath sort of catch in his throat.

“Amber!” he half sat up, out of his recliner. “You do all that stuff, too?”

I just looked to him as if I suddenly didn't understand, as if I was a little too drunk to know what he'd asked or, more importantly, what I'd just admitted to. I shrugged with a nervous little laugh, than took a bigger sip of my beer.

“I know where my dad keeps his secret porn,” I told them, instead of admitting anything further. “Let's get it out. It always gets me all crazy. Wow, my head is spinning!”

It was Ray's turn to be shocked.

“Amber, you look at your father's porn collection?”

I nodded with a silly little grin.

“It makes me all tingly in my good parts,” I said. “Then I have to squeeze myself at night until I have an orgasm. My pussy. It's the only way I can go to sleep-”

My God, I was spilling my guts, as they say.

“This is getting way too weird,” Jack said slowly, and closed his eyes. “Maybe it's all just a dream.”

“It does seem like a dream,” Ray agreed. “We're talking dirty with a little 11-year-old girl who gives out blow jobs, gets screwed in the butt and masturbates looking at her dad's porn. Unreal.”

I shook my head, definitely feeling the effect of the beer.

“No, it's real,” I told them.

Yet ironically I was feeling very dreamy and unreal indeed.

“And to prove it,” I went on, “I'll give one of you a blow job while the other one screws me in my ass-and then you can change places. I don't mind tasting my own butt on a dick. I've done it before. But first, let's look at my dad's porn collection to really get me going.”

And I took another sip of beer.

I guess I was done being shy about it.



My father's hidden porn collection was a stack of old but full-color Color Climax fuck magazines and a lot of Polaroid pictures of women and men in every sort of sexual position imaginable. I'd found the entire stash under a couple of loose floorboards a year or so earlier, but I'd kept it to myself.

My mother or father wasn't in any of the pictures, so I figured he must have bought them from somewhere because they were very professional.

It'd gotten a little awkward that night, after my blunt offer to Jack and Ray, though I could tell they knew it was genuine enough. Still, after I brought out the porn collection, we all sat at the kitchen table and spread everything out, each of us a comfortable distance from the others.