Yes, I knew how to finger myself, even if I had never been fucked.
Playing with my nipples, I began to get warm and wet between my legs. I let one hand stray down to the soft hairs around my cunt. My mind went to the night with Tommy and my fingers slid to the wet crevice as I parted my legs to accommodate my hand.
The wet, hot warmth was too much, and my clit was rock hard. My hips twitched as my finger touched it and the muscles in my thighs jerked with pleasure. Planting my feet on the ground, I arched my hips into the probing of my fingers, the velvet feel of the slick skin from my juices urging my fingers into the hot cavity of my pussy. I could only get them in so far, then an obstruction would halt the search into the core of my sex.
I loved pushing my fingers into the wet hotness and my hole could take two very easily, my forefinger and index finger. I'd saw them in and out as I'd daydream of a hard, throbbing boy's cock pistoning into me. The wild sensations of a climax would wash over me again and again, making me gasp and nearly scream out at the pleasure. It always satisfied me until the next time. Yet, I wanted to feel a boy's dick pushing into me.
My hips were gyrating to my finger's skillful manipulation of my clit and working into my wet gushy hole. I was rapidly reaching a climax, and for once, with no one around, I was riding my emotions, letting the little animal sounds of pleasure come out instead of holding them back to keep anyone from hearing them. In the freedom of being alone, I let my pent-up emotions run wild as the first showers of my climaxing washed over me. The explosions came one after the other, each a little harder than the last, then I lay still, trying to catch my breath and letting the tenseness of my muscles relax. This is when it feels good, the afterglow – that rosy feeling. I couldn't help thinking that if just my finger made me feel this way, what would it feel like to have a boy's dick in me, flooding me with his hot fluid at the same time I was coming!
The night Tommy had me so hot my panties had been glued to my bottom, I had fingered myself several times during the night, awaking from my dreams to find my fingers digging into my wetness and rubbing my rock-hard clit. Once, I woke up rubbing my pelvis into the mattress.
After lying there until I was dry, I decided to slip my clothes on and return to the house. Getting myself together didn't take long. Folding the blanket, I tucked it under my arm and headed back. When I reached Uncle Harold's and Aunt Clara's house, I went to my room and stretched out on the bed. That's when I noticed someone was baling hay over in the big field.
I decided to walk over and watch. I crossed the creek by walking a log and, as I approached the fence, three boys my age or just a little older waved at me. I waved back and leaned against the fencepost to watch.
Their shirts were off and their bodies dark tan. There were streaks running down where the sweat trickled down through the dirt. I felt myself getting wet between my legs and my nipples getting hard as I watched their muscles strain and bulge as they would toss the bales of hay on the wagon they were loading. I was rubbing my legs together and it was spreading that warm feeling through me slowly, so slowly I hadn't realized it until I was really hot.
I was gnawing at my lip and working myself into sexual agitation. I was glad they were out in the field, because I was sure one look at me would have given me away. I really was so hot I couldn't hold still, so I forced myself to stop. Even then I could feel my panties were soaked with my juices.
It was dusk and I noticed the tractor drivers were taking the last loads out of the fields. I also noticed the three boys were headed my direction and a sudden fear went through me, a premonition. I turned and began heading towards home. My aunt and uncle should be home now and it'd be safe.
Glancing back, I saw they had quickened their pace once over the fence. I began to run, feeling a panic welling up in me. They were running, too. One ran past me to the log to cut me off.
"Say, girlie. What's your rush? You been a watchin' us workin' all evening powerful strong. So why you want to ran away now for? Especially when we're a fixin' to have some fun?"
It was the older and biggest of the three doing the talking; the other two just seemed to follow him.
"I have to get home. My aunt and uncle will be wondering where I am."
"You got some right pretty tits there for a girl your size. I like good tits on a girl. Why don't you take that blouse of yourn off and give us a look at you? I seen how you was a lookin' at our muscles bulging. I'm fixin' to show you another muscle you'll like a lookin' at and a feelin'."
"Oh, please! Let me go! I won't tell and I do have to get home before they come looking for me."
"Shit! They probably don't know where you're at. Now you a goin' to take that there blouse off like I tole you, or am I goin' have to tear it off?"