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Then one day, the 13-year-old has her friend Danni over, not realizing that there was more to the girl than meets with eye! (ff-teens, 1st, oral, herm) *** As long as I can remember, I’ve looked at other girl’s crotches. If I stayed the night at a girlfriend’s house, I’d look at her crotch when we got ready for bed. Same thing if one would spend the night with me. It never got me in any trouble; none of my girlfriends ever said anything about it. I thought it was just natural curiosity. As a matter of fact, I still don’t think there’s anything wrong with it. When I grew hair down there, and began having my period, I spent the night with as many different girlfriends as possible, giving me the widest range of crotches to look at. I was one of the first girls in my circle of friends to mature, and for a short time, until they caught up with me, it was a source of pride when I’d look down at my girlfriends and see their little, hairless pussies, knowing my was covered with a fine thatch of pubic hair. I never discussed my staring with any of my girlfriends. The subject never really came up. I’d stare, but nothing was ever said. The only time it was ever mentioned was when I was about six. My friend Danni came over to spend the night for the first time. As we got ready for bed, she dropped her panties, and I scoped out her crotch. "Huh?" I cried out in surprise. She had a couple large bulges in her crotch. One was just above her slit, and two more were just behind the first one, toward the front on either side of her slit. They looked odd. She didn’t look sick. Just different. Odd. "What’s the matter, Amanda?" she asked. "Oh, nothing," I said. "I looked at your crotch. It’s just that, I don’t know, you look, you know, kinda funny down there." She looked at her feet. "Down where?" "There!" I pointed at her crotch. She looked at herself. "How do you mean, I look funny?" I shrugged. "I don’t know. You just look... different, that’s all. You've got... bumps, or something. It’s just... different!" She sat down on my bed naked, and tried to screw herself into a ball to look more closely at her body. Rubbing herself, she asked, "What do you mean, different?" "I don’t know. You just don’t look like others I’ve seen." "You’ve seen other girls... down there?" "Uh-huh." "Well, how do I look different?" "I don’t know. You just got... bumps, or something. You know what I mean!" She straightened back out. "No, I don’t. Let me see yours." I realized then that I still had my jeans on, so I quickly doffed them. Danni stared intently at my crotch, then back at herself to compare. "You’re right! I do look different! I wonder why?" Before we could discuss it any further, we heard Mom come down the hall, and quickly jumped into our pajamas. The subject was quickly forgotten, and we never discussed it again. Danni’s father served in the Air Force, and a couple months after this, he was transferred to another Air Force Base across the country. I never saw Danni again. Mom and Dad are civilian workers at the base, and I went to school with a lot of the children of the Air Force personnel. I realized, as I got older, that the children from the base stayed the same age. It wasn’t they didn’t actually age, but rather, the Air Force personnel who rotated in and out had only small children. As I got older, it seemed that the soldiers got younger. It was just that I was getting closer in age to them, and older than their children. By the time I was in the eighth grade, there were just a handful of military brats in my class. I remember the first day of eighth grade very well. After the normal, bullshit welcome-back-to-school assembly, I strutted into my first class, proud as hell of my chest that had grown a little over the summer. Sitting in the back row, where I always do on the first day of school, I watched Mr. Olsen, the science teacher, assign us seats based on our last name. The new girl next to me never moved when Mr. Olsen called names. Finally, he said, "Amanda Yost." I took my seat, which left only the other girl. "Danielle Zent." The name sounded familiar, but I didn’t think anything of it. As many Air Force kids I went to school with, a lot of names sounded familiar. I thought nothing more of it. She caught me at the end of class as I started to leave the room. "Are you Amanda Yost?" I nodded. "It’s me! Danni!" I shook my head a little, trying not to be rude to her. She seemed to think she knew me, but I couldn’t place her. "I’m Danni Zent!" She followed me as I walked to my locker. "You don’t remember me, do you?" I stopped in the middle of the hall and stared at her for the first time. The pout on her face made her look attractive. "You look slightly familiar," I said, trying to be kind, "but I can’t place you. How do I know you?" I started walking to me locker again, with her in tow. "I’m Danni! Danni Zent! You have to remember! We were in first grade together! I spent the night at you house one night!" I stopped again, and really looked at her. Something about her reminded me of somebody, if I could only remember whom. As I began to turn again, she grabbed my arm, and whispered in my ear, "You said my pussy looked funny!" My mouth dropped open, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head! "You’re her?" A smile spread across my face as I pulled her into a warm hug. "We were in first grade together! I remember now! How have you been? Where have you lived? Oh, my God! What’s your next class?" She referred to her schedule. "I have math, Mr. Bachtold." "Me, too!" We quickly compared schedules, and discovered that we had four of our seven classes together. We hurried to class, and hung out the rest of the day together. She made acquaintances with a few of the girls she remembered from first grade, although there weren’t many of them left here. Most of the kids in the lower grades are Air Force brats, like she had been. By the time we get even to the eighth grade, most of our lower classmates are gone. Her dad retired from the Air Force, and her parents decided to move here. They had liked the area when he had been stationed here. Over the course of the next several weeks, we got reacquainted, as normal 13-year-old girls do. We hung out with friends, talked about boys, and classes, life; everything. It was great to be back with Danni. We had been such good friends before she moved away. As I looked back on it, it struck me as strange that she spent only one night at me house, and I never spent one at hers, but that was just how it worked out. I still spied on my girlfriend’s crotches whenever I got a chance, and I’d look at their chests when I could get away with that, too. I liked boys, too. I liked to look at the bulges in their pants when I could. I had also begun to masturbate. I discovered it by accident one night. The previous night, Donna Fowler had stayed the night with me. She had a lot of hair, and fairly large tits, and I had spent most of the night trying to get looks at her naked body. After she went home, I thought about her. She was beautiful. She was one of the cheerleaders! (It didn’t matter that I was, too) I couldn’t believe we were friends! I unconsciously began to touch, and rub, and prod myself, and suddenly, the most amazing feelings came over me. I learned I could get the same feelings if I thought about boys while I did that, too. Lately, I had been trying to figure out how to get someone else to touch me. I liked the guys, but I was afraid of asking them, for fear of what they’d do, and what they’d say afterwards. Carla Sawyer had let a boy touch her down there the year before, when she was in the eighth grade, and afterwards, she had been called horrible names, like Whore, and Slut. Some of the guys even called her Hand-Job. I found out what a hand job was, and I knew I did not want to be called by that disgusting name. I couldn’t ask any of the girls to do it, either. I’d heard about what they did to lesbians, and since I didn’t think I was a lesbian, I certainly didn’t want to be called one! I could just hear the talk about that! So I was stuck. I wanted someone other than myself to touch me down there, just no one to do it. Even my little brother was out. He was seven. Even I knew that was too young! He’d probably just scream, and run to tell Mom and Dad if I tried anything with him! Junior high football games were usually on Thursday nights, so they wouldn’t conflict with the high school games. Danni had tried out for the cheerleader squad, and, although I thought she was just as good as any of us who made the squad, and maybe prettier than some of us, she didn’t make it. I thought she’d be disappointed, but she wasn’t. She seemed content to be best friends with one of the cheerleaders. Finally, near the end of the first grading period, I invited her to spend a Friday night with me. Mom and Dad had set up a room above the garage as a rec room, complete with a TV, and a couch that folded out into a big, two-person bed, a Pong game, a stereo, and even a small frij. They’d stock it with beer and wine when they used it for entertaining their friends, but took it out when they were finished. We usually had Cokes, and root beers, and Mountain Dews. I kept it well stocked with Dr. Peppers. Dad had plumbed in a bathroom there. I think he put it there so he wouldn’t have to come back to the house when he and his buddies were up there on Sundays drinking beer and watching football. Dad loved his Baltimore Colts! Most of his friends liked the Los Angeles Rams, or the San Francisco 49ers, or the Oakland Raiders. They were more local than the Colts, I guess. I just loved our Madison Junior High School Patriots, and knew that next year, I’d love our Roosevelt High School Renegades! We scurried up to the rec room right after supper. I put on the stereo, tuned it to the local rock station. We danced to "Play that Funky Music," and "You Should be Dancing," and "Still the One." We even slow danced together to "Dream Weaver," giggling and laughing the whole time. I kept taking surreptitious looks at her, trying to figure out what she looked like under her clothes. In her clothes, she was very pretty. Her long blond hair cascaded in a typical 70’s style, long and straight, around her pretty face. Green eyes, a small, pert nose, and big, sensuous lips made up her face. Her tits were smaller than mine, but they stood straight out from her chest, and her nipples showed through her tight T-shirt. They were each large enough to fill my hand. The only thing unstylish things about her were her jeans. They were very baggy. I liked my blue jeans tight, to show off my nice, round ass. Her ass was round, and firm. I had found this out when we were slow dancing to "Dream Weaver." Just goofing around, we had made a show of grabbing each other’s ass, and I had liked the way it felt. I saw her staring at me, and I began to wonder if she was as interested in seeing my nude body as I was in seeing hers. Finally, I decided it was time to take the bull by the horns. It was dark outside. I looked at the clock. It was 8:30. I set down the Pong game hand control, and got up. "I’m gonna put on my pajamas, Danni," I said, lifting my shirt over my head. When I brought my arms down, she stared openly at my tits. Pretending not to notice, I reached behind my back, unclasped my bra, and held it in front of my chest, keeping my large, firm tits out of sight. "Aren’t you going to change, Danni?" When she stood up, I could see her nipples clearly through her T-shirt. Her nipples had stood out earlier, when we were dancing, and I had enjoyed the feeling of her breasts against mine. But now she was staring directly at my tits. I wondered what she was thinking, but I was also rather proud, that perhaps I had aroused her. She pulled her T-shirt over her head, and tossed it on top of mine in the corner. She didn’t have on a bra! Her firm tits poked straight out from her chest, each topped with a nipple at least three quarters of an inch long, and hard! I dropped my bra on the shirts, and we stood, openly ogling each other’s breasts for a moment. Her breasts looked smaller than mine. I have a 36 C bra size, and my nipples are very sensitive. I like to play with them with one hand while my other hand is busy between my legs. I turned around to get my nightie, and at the same time, loosened off my blue jeans. "Oh, my!" I cried when I turned back around. "What’s the matter, Amanda?" Danni asked. She’d doffed her jeans when I turned around to get my pajamas, and was now standing nude in front of me. Her natural curves gave her a flat belly, a thin waist, and sensuous, flared hips. But when I stared at her crotch, like I always to do, it nearly took my breath away. "Danni! What’s that?" I asked. "What’s what?" she asked, looking down. "That!" I pointed between her legs. "What?" she cried, trying in vain to see where I was pointing. She looked behind herself, and then moved her penis and ball sac to one side, and then the other, trying to look behind them. "I can’t see what, Amanda. What’s what?" "It’s in your hand..." She looked straight at her cock. "You mean this?" "Duh. Of course I mean that!" "What are you talking about? It just grew there when I got hair!" I dropped my pants and panties in one quick motion. We now stood absolutely naked in front of each other. "I don’t have one!" She stared at my crotch. Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. "So you don’t!" "Of course not!" I cried. "I’m normal!" "What do you mean, ‘You’re normal?’" she wailed, sitting down on the couch. I slipped my nightgown over my head, and said, "Stay here." I ran downstairs into the garage, and was back in a couple minutes, carrying a couple of Dad’s Playboy Magazines he didn’t know I knew he kept hidden in his tool chest in the garage. I started to sit down next to her again, but stopped, slipped off my pajamas again, and then sat next to her. Opening up the magazine to the centerfold, I show her the pictures of naked women. None of them had a penis. "So, my cock isn’t normal, is it?" she asked. "No, it isn’t. But that’s OK." I shrugged. "It’s kinda nice. You got something none of the rest of us have, don’t you." I was fascinated. We looked at the pictures in the magazine some more, and I started to get that funny feeling I got when I knew it was time to rub myself down there. My pussy was wet, but I didn’t want to touch myself, for fear Danni would think I was weird. I didn’t even look at her crotch, until she said, "I just gotta know one thing, Amanda." She looked sheepish, and held the magazine on her lap. I stared at her face, carefully paying no attention to her body. She stayed silent for a moment, trying to figure out how to say what she wanted to say. Finally, she got up and walked away from me, covering her dick with the magazine. "When you wanna make yourself, you know, feel good, how do you do it? I mean," she dropped the magazine on the floor, turned around and grabbed her hard, now 6-inch long cock, "when I wanna do it, all I gotta do is this." She slowly massaged her growing cock, running her hand up and down the shaft. I was mesmerized. I had never seen a cock before today, and now, I was watching Danni jack hers off! Suddenly, she stopped. "So, how do you do it?" she asked. I jumped up, and threw the cushions off the couch. "Help me with this," I said, pulling on the fold out bed, "and I’ll show you!" As soon as the bed was out, we smoothed out the bedcovers, and jumped on. I lay back, spread my legs, and began to massage my lips. "Like this," I said. Quickly, the feelings I felt looking at the magazine magnified. Liquid drooled from my pussy as my fingers caressed the soft folds of flesh there. I opened my eyes a crack, to see Danni staring intently at my fingers. My fingers were soaked. Tearing my hands away from my pussy, I said, "Like that. And it feels so good, too!" Danni smiled at me. "I can do that, too!" She flopped on to her back, raised her knees way over her head, and spread her legs. I stared. She had a perfectly formed pussy behind her ball sac! She had no clit; her cock and balls grew out of where it should have been. I stared intently at her, as this was the best look I had ever had at a pussy. Slowly, her fingers began to prod, and massage her twat. Liquid dripped on to her fingers, quickly coating them. My juices continued to flow, and her cock, resting on her belly, seemed to throb. Just as suddenly, she rolled back over and sat up. "That is so cool!" she said. "So, does it spit out the white stuff?" I asked. It was all I could do not to reach out and touch it, and I rested my hand on her knee. "Yeah!" she said, as if she couldn’t believe I’d ask that question. Then, she smiled. "Do you wanna see?" She began jacking herself in earnest. Her hand slid easily up and down her shaft. The foreskin had peeled down, and the head of her cock glistened a deep, dark purple, coated as it was with her precum. Gradually, the desire to touch her grew. Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I reached out and gently touched her cock. The skin was so soft and silky, yet the cock itself was hard as steel. She let go of her cock and groaned loudly as my fingers circled it. "This is so cool, Danni!" I whispered. I ran my hand up and down her cock, fascinated by the feel of the hot, smooth skin against the palm of my hand. I shifted positions, and lay on my side with my head toward her feet, and my legs toward her head. I jumped when she began to caress my pussy. An ecstatic moan burst from me as her finger plunged into my pussy. The world quickly ceased to exist for us. The only things we knew were my hand on her cock, and her fingers stabbing my cunt. She whimpered when I suddenly jumped up. "I got an idea!" I crawled between her thighs, and grasped her cock with both hands. I looked up at her beautiful face; a look of understanding mixed with lust as I licked my lips, and lowered my head. Gingerly sticking out my tongue, I tasted the saltiness of a drop of precum that had formed on the head. Slowly, I opened my mouth and took in the head of her 7-inch cock. I sucked greedily on it, liberally slathering it with my saliva. I looked up at her. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut, her head thrown back in the rapturous agony of an approaching orgasm. "Oh, God!" she cooed as I took more of her cock into my mouth. She had both hands on her tits, squeezing and massaging herself as I brought her closer to the edge. I bobbed my head up and down, and before very long, my nose nestled into her sparse pubic hair. Smiling to myself, I felt pride at my first blowjob. I bobbed my head a couple more time, the slid a finger under her ball sac. Quivering, she felt my finger slithering along the backside of her scrotum until it reached her lips. Sucking on her cock as hard as I could, I slammed my finger deep into her pussy. She grabbed my head, holding my mouth on her cock, and bounced her ass wildly on the bed "Oh, shit, Amanda!" she cried. Suddenly, my mouth was flooded with a thick, salty liquid. I swallowed immediately, just before a second explosion of saltiness shot into my mouth. Two, three, four gobs shot into my mouth. "Oh, shit!" she moaned loudly. "Oh, fuck!!" Finally, she relaxed. I pulled my finger out of her cunt, and her cock out of my mouth. "Amanda! That was wonderful!" She pushed me back. "Lemme see if I can do something for you." I knew it would take long, but I wasn’t prepared for the intense feeling I felt next. She kissed my pussy, dragging her tongue along the entire length of my slit, and then sucked my clit into her mouth. I squealed with joy as her tongue danced the jitterbug on my clit. I held her head to my crotch, madly humping her face, grinding my cunt on her nose. Suddenly, from somewhere, I heard rockets exploding, and fireworks going off. Inside my head, my blood pounded, deafening me. Wave after wave of pleasure broke over me. I felt like I was getting swept away in a flood of delight. Finally, the waves subsided. My blood, boiling a moment earlier, simply simmered. I looked down at Danni, and realized that I was pinching my nipples so hard, that my knuckles had turned white. Danni pulled her face from my crotch, and crawled up to lay beside me. Pulling my face to hers, she kissed me lightly on the lips. "Wha – Wha – What was that?" I asked, breathless. I liked the feel of her female body pressing against mine, but I also like the feel of her half-hard cock lying on my thigh. "I kissed you," she said matter-of-factly, "because you just made love to me. And I enjoyed it." We had had sex, I thought to myself. I lay there for a moment. I guess we had made love! I wondered if that made me a lesbian after all. I had sex with another girl. On the other hand, I had sucked her cock, and an individual who possessed a cock had eaten my pussy. Maybe that meant I wasn’t a lesbian. I looked into her eyes. I didn’t care what label I put on myself. I had just made love to a beautiful person. I kissed her gently on the lips, pulling her into a deep, warm hug. She kissed me back, deeper, and more insistent. My tongue forced her lips apart and she rolled on top of me. A moan forced itself from my lips. "We’re making out!" I groaned as she slowly thrust her reawakened cock up and down my abdomen. "And it’s fun!" she said. I looked between our bodies, forcing her up off me so I could see her hard cock. "Let’s fuck!" I said. She needed no further encouragement. We both reached between our bodies, and took hold of her cock. I held open my lips as she pressed the head of her cock against my trembling cunt. "Go ahead," I whispered, barely audible. "Fuck me." She pressed forward. I felt the head slip past my lips, and she stopped. I reached down, and felt where we were connected. I grinned. "It’s in me!" I said. "I wish you had one, so I could feel it, too," she said. She pressed forward again, still going cautiously, gently, and tentatively. Suddenly, I felt something tear inside me. "Ooh!" I gasped. "What?" she cried. "I don’t want to hurt you." "Hurt me?" I cried, bouncing my ass up and down on the bed, trying to get more of her wonderful, amazing dick into me. "I think you just popped my cherry! This feels spectacular! Awesome!! Wonderful! I have never been this turned on before!" She pulled her cock out a little, and then thrust forward again. Our tits crashed together with a wonderful slapping sound. I felt more of her cock enter my pussy, until I felt her balls on my ass. She pulled back, and thrust her hips forward again. I felt her cock sliding in and out of my pussy, and I could feel her smallish tits glide across mine. I looked down, and watched out tits bounce together. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs around hers as she gently fucked me. Thrusting my ass up and down on the bed, I kissed her neck and nibbled on her ear. "Oh, Amanda. We really are making love, aren’t we?" she gasped as I pulled her nipple into my mouth. I laughed, "It’s not what I was planning when I invited you over." "It’s better!" she giggled. I felt pressure building inside me. Danni began thrusting harder; her jabs into me more vigorous, more relentlessly, and more intense. Our moans filled the rec room, and the squeaking bed springs added to the cacophony. I didn’t care about that. I didn’t care that if Dad came out to the garage, he could hear exactly what was going on. We were loud, and we didn’t care. "Oh, God," she groaned abruptly, wrapping her arms even more tightly around me. I felt her cock get thicker inside me. I quit nibbling on her shoulder, and turned my head. Pulling her earlobe into my mouth, I gently sucked on it, thrusting my tongue deep into her ear. That was all it took for her. Swearing loudly, she forced her cock as far into me as it would go. Suddenly, I felt something hot splash into my cunt. "AAAAAhhhhh!" I screamed as my safety valve let go. Huge, tsunami waves burst across my consciousness, starting somewhere between my legs and cascading across my entire body. The grand upsurge of pleasure threatened to engulf me. Somehow, from somewhere, I could feel her cock twitching in my pussy, emptying her balls into my cunt. Finally, the feeling subsided. Danni collapsed on top of me, and we lay on the bed, our breasts crushed between us. I breathed heavily. Liquid dripped out of my cunt, and down the crack of my ass, forming a small puddle in the bed. Slowly, her cock shriveled, and dropped out of my cunt. "Oh, God, Amanda!" she said with a sigh. She pulled herself up, and looked deep into my eyes, kissing me gently on the lips. "Fucking is great, isn’t it?" I laughed as she rolled off me. Glancing at the TV, I saw Lenny and Squiggy trying to explain the unexplainable to Laverne and Shirley. Smiling, I pointed at the TV and said, "Now someday, I’m going to have to tell my husband how I had a girl pop my cherry." "Oh! I can hear it now," she laughed. "’Danni popped my cherry, honey,’ you’ll say, and he say, ‘He was your first boyfriend?’ and you’ll say, ‘No, she was a girl in school.’" "I’ll have to say ‘girlfriend,’" I grinned. She smiled back at me. My hesitation lasted only a second of so. "Then he’ll ask, ‘Really? What did she use? The handle of something?’" I guffawed, "and I’ll have to say, ‘No, Danni used her cock!’" We rolled over the bed laughing. We finally settled down, and I stood up. "I’m gonna take a shower." I stopped at the door to the bathroom. "Wanna join me?" Later that night, after another round of sex and another shower, we leaned out the back window, away from the house, and smoked cigarettes she had smuggled into the house. "I just had a dreadful thought," she said. "Mm. What’s that?" "If you get pregnant, how do we explain it?" 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