It's A Good Thing!

Author’s Note: A fictional tale told by a fictional young girl. Through her fictional eyes. Unsophisticated at the beginning, she blossoms and matures (a bit…) towards the end. But remember she’s just a fictional little girl. She thinks and writes like one. It must also be understood that the author does not condone, encourage, approve of, or recommend sexual abuse, incest, or any of the highly questionable acts depicted in this piece of total fiction. No fictional pets, fictional children, or fictional adults were harmed in the fictional universe of this story, and to my knowledge, none were harmed, touched, fondled, manipulated or otherwise interacted with in any way.

Codes: incest, oral, facial, anal, cum, beast, lingerie, cons, dub cons, ws, i/r, gangbang, blowbang, bukkake, shaving, F/g, M/g, b/g, b+/g, MM/g, MMF/g, MMMF/g, M+/g, etc etc etc…

Part 1 – In The Woods

“Bleeeaccch! Ray, that was horrible!” I squeaked as the boy backed away from me. I reached over and took a quick swig from the Capri Sun box to wash the taste away. Ray’s sperms usually didn’t taste too bad but this load was really icky, it tasted like bad fish tacos on broccoli with a side of asparagus covered in pepper. I gulped the load down as quick as I could, and still felt warm inside as I pictured it all sliding down into my tummy to join the rest of them. That made an even ten cum-loads but I was just getting started. Tommy and Mr Bonacelli had been planning this party for a couple of months, and they said it would be killer. I had a couple of Capri Suns handy for emergencies like this one. I liked using it to wash down sperms. It was kinda neat to squeeze the box and feel the Raspberry-Orange squirt from the little straw, just like it was a skinny red dick.

I like dicks. Skinny or not, I like ‘em. Don’t know why, don’t know how. But ever since I saw my first one a couple of years ago, at recess during Mrs Donaldson’s fifth grade, I’ve been in love with them. I just think they’re so neat. Most of the time, they’re just those little soft peanuts poking out of a boy’s underwear or making a little bulge in their swim trunks. But then, once I get my hands, or better yet, my mouth, on them, they’re like fleshy Transformers. They get longer, and bigger around, and sometimes I can’t even get my whole hand around them – like that time last weekend when the boy’s basketball team up at the high school invited me to one of their practices – but I’ll get to that later.

I started keeping a diary when I started really liking dicks. I updated it every night before I went to bed at home, or every morning when I got up, except for those times when I had what Daddy called an “all-nighter”. I tried to remember and keep it as detailed as possible, and sometimes even went and looked at the video that Daddy started taking of me every time I put a penis in my mouth, or pussy, or ass.

There’s a lot of video. A LOT.

The best part about dicks is the stuff they shoot out. Man, I really love that! We learned about it in health class – it’s called semen, and it has all the guy’s sperms in it, and if he shoots it in a girl’s body in her vagina, and she’s at the right time of the month, it can make a baby. We watched a neat film of sperms and they were all wriggling around like mad banging into stuff with their heads and the teacher told us that all it takes is ONE sperm to break into a girl’s egg and boom! she’s pregnant and there’s a bazillion of them every time a boy has an orgasm. I giggled when they said that word, orgasm. I knew what they were way long before they told us in health class.

In school they said the only way to not get pregnant is to not get near any sperms until way after you’re married or something. I wasn’t too sure about that, since I’d been getting near a lot of sperms for a couple of years, and I wasn’t pregnant. Maybe I’m special or something. A lot of the guys say I am, they say I’m the very best girl they ever had suck their penis and Mr Bonacelli, he’s the eighth-grade math teacher, he said I’m the best cocksucker he’s ever had but he made me promise not to tell anyone, so you can’t either now, OK? And he would know, because he’s almost forty years old and he said he’s had his dick sucked by dozens of women but I’m the best. That made me feel good, because I’m just a girl, and I’m not even in high school yet, but in two years I will be.

Anyway, the first dick I ever saw up close and in real life was Tommy Henderson’s. Well, Tommy’s and Ray’s and Brian’s and George’s and Taj’s, I guess. Tommy lives about three blocks away from me and one street over, so we’ve been going to school together since kindergarten. He’s ok, I guess, but he gets stupid every now and then. Our Friday recess had just started one day near the end of the year, and I saw Tommy and the other guys going around the corner of the building like they were sneaking somewhere, so I told Marsha McLenahan that I was gonna follow them and see what they were doing. I’m naturally curious, everyone says.

I followed them around the back of the building, and they walked down this little path away from the playground, and right up into the woods that are behind our school. When I was a kid I thought the woods were kinda scary because the grown-ups sometimes said that bad people hung out there and it wasn’t safe to wander around in there alone, or even with another kid, but now I like them a lot, I go there nearly every day if it’s not raining or something. I followed Tommy and the other guys, they walked a bunch of a ways into the woods and then they all sat down on a big fallen-over tree log, and Brian took a magazine out of his shirt and they all started oohing and ahhhing over it. It was a Penthouse magazine with a picture of a naked woman on the front with her boobies all hanging out.

They were all looking at it as Brian turned the pages and every time they saw a naked woman they laughed at it and pointed and went “sweet!”. I knew boys and men liked to look at pictures of naked girls, heck I’ve been on the internet since a long time ago and I know what porn is and all. But I’d never really seen it because our school computers block anything that’s for grown-ups, and my Dad never let me use the computer at home without supervision (back then anyway – now, I can kinda do whatever I want, which is cool.)

So they were looking at all the pictures and all, and then Ray points at Tommy and says, “Tommy’s got a boner! Tommy’s got a boner!” and all the guys started laughing at him and punching him fake-like on the arm (like punch-buggy, I guess) and Tommy’s face got all red and he stood up and started yelling at them to stop it, he didn’t have a boner. But he did. The whole front of his pants was pushed out in a little tent. The guys kept on teasing Tommy and I don’t know what came over me, but I guess I wanted to help my friend or something, and I stood up out of my hiding place in the bushes and yelled, “Hey! Stop making fun of Tommy!” before I even knew what I was doing. All the guys shut up really sudden and looked at me in surprise, and I went “ffooooofff” and put my hand over my mouth, I was so embarrassed. The guys got really quiet, I guess they thought I was gonna tell on them or something and they were really afraid.

I walked over to them and grabbed the magazine out of Brian’s hand and looked at it. It was pretty beat up and a bunch of the pages were even stuck together. I tossed it on the ground, and then went over to Tommy.

“Did you get a stiffy looking at those pictures, Tommy? I think it’s cool if you did, you know…” I said to him. “After all, that’s what you’re supposed to do. That’s why they make those magazines.” I announced, proud of my own deduction. Then I got really bold.

“Will you show it to me? I’ve never seen a real one….” I kinda whispered at him, I put one hand on .his shoulder and put the other one on the tent in the front of his pants. A weird thrill ran though me as I did. They guys started all talking and making noise now, saying “yeah, Tommy, take it out, show her, show her your dick..” and gross stuff like that. Tommy just gulped and his face got even redder. I decided to take over.

I knelt down in the leaves there and pulled his zipper down. I saw his white underpants and a big dark wet spot was on them. I started to try to reach in there and get his thing out but I couldn’t figure out how to get into his tighty-whiteys. I looked up at him.

“Take it out for me. Please?...” I said. I put my hands down on my thighs and just looked right in his eyes. He blinked and then he reached in there with his right hand and pulled his underwear off to one side, and POP! goes the weasel, his dick flopped right out in front of my face. It bobbed up and down and a drop of something got flung off it and landed right on my nose. I almost laughed in fright, but all I did was blink and lean in for a better look. I was fascinated by this thing. I’d never seen anything like it before. It was all pink with a darker ring kind of around the tip of it, and there was some clear stuff leaking out of the tip. That part instantly reminded me of a dinosaur, a triceratops it was. I thought dinosaurs were cool too, back then. Of course, now I know that he was just circumsized and his dick had that ridge around the end of it. He held it near the base between his thumb and fingers. I just ogled at it.

“Cool!” I breathed. I know most girls say that dicks are ugly or gross, but honestly that thought never crossed my mind. I just thought it was so cool that guys have this thing that’s a part of them and most of the time it just stays out of the way but every now and then it gets real big and stiff and strong, especially when they think about a pretty girl (or a pretty boy, I guess. Whatever).

I didn’t even ask, I just reached out and touched the tip of it with my index finger. I felt the slimy drop at the end and it felt smooth and slippery and hot. I touched it again, and another drop came out and before too long, my thumb and finger were all wet with it. I brought my hand to my mouth and touched the end of my finger to my tongue. Nothing. I couldn’t taste a thing. But it was really slippery and kind of neat, so I leaned up and touched the end of his thing with my tongue. He groaned and went “whooooooo”, which I took to mean he liked it so I kept doing it. I didn’t notice that he was moving his thumb and fingers back and forth about an inch or two at the base of his dick. I was too entranced with the feeling of putting my lips around the end of a boy’s dick. I opened my mouth real wide and sucked in, and the head of his dick popped in behind my lips. I was in heaven.

About two milliseconds after my lips closed around the ridge of Tommy’s dick head, I felt a hot squirt of something very salty and gooey blast right onto my tongue. I of course had no idea that was going to happen, and I gulped it down in reflex without even thinking about it. It was warm, and spicy and salty and reminded me of when I’d get water in my mouth at the beach. But the second I swallowed it, a warm feeling started in my chest and I felt my lips tingle and I clenched my thighs together. Before I could think or react, another blast coated my teeth, and then a third. I let them collect in my mouth and then gulped them down too. I didn’t even realize I’d dropped my right hand and was rubbing at my pussy through my shorts. Tommy was groaning and moaning and I heard the other guys whispering in the background, through my haze of new-found sexuality.

Tommy spurted about four or five more times in my mouth, each time a little less stuff came out. I started sucking really hard on the part of him that I still had in my mouth, but he shuddered and bent over, pulling his dick out of my mouth. “Yeeeeahhh that tickles!” he yelled as he moved away from me. Suddenly, it was all quiet in the little wooded glade. I swallowed again to clear my mouth and throat but kept rubbing down below. The guys were absolutely silent now, I guess their minds were blown by what they’d just seen ha ha.

I didn’t know what to think, honestly. I knew I’d just done something “bad”, but it didn’t make sense, because it made Tommy feel good, and made me feel good, so how could something that people did that made them feel good be bad? I knew that really bad things like hurting someone or making fun of people made some people feel good, but what I just did with Tommy didn’t hurt anybody at all (unless you count the forty gajillion sperms I just swallowed) so how could it be bad? My little ten year old mind couldn’t process things too deeply back then. I just knew that I liked what I did, it made me feel good and made me feel proud of myself. I decided then and there that I’d always do whatever I wanted, what made me feel good, so long as it didn’t hurt anybody else.

I turned to the other guys and grinned, a little dribble of white semen drooling down over my chin. I smiled at them and said, “Anybody else?”

Taj came over to me and unzipped himself as he arrived in front of my face. I sat back on my calves and put both hands on my thighs, looking up at the brown face of the cute 6^th grader. He put one hand on the top of my head and pulled his dick out with the other. He wasn’t like Tommy, he wasn’t circumsized – the end of his penis was covered with skin and just the little tip poked out. He pulled this skin back, and then I saw the tip – it wasn’t that much different from Tommy’s. His dick was a little bit longer, but not much, and it was brown, of course, a nice dark brown like a hot dog on the grill. I leaned forwards and opened my mouth and he pushed forwards a bit and before you know it I was sucking on the second dick of my young life. I pursed my lips and moved my tongue around on the part that was in my mouth and sucked real hard, because I thought that was what you were supposed to do. Taj pushed some more into my mouth but it hit the back and I gagged a little bit and without thinking I pushed him away. It was just an automatic reaction, but poor Taj got this very serious sorry look on his face and started to mumble an apology. I shook my head and reached up and grabbed his dick and put it back in my mouth.

Well, of course, it didn’t take Taj too long either, and about thirty seconds later I had my first Indian food. His squirts were real hard and loud, they actually echoed in my brain. I knew this time to close off my throat until he was finished spurting, and it was a neat feeling feeling that sperm build up in my mouth. I hoped he’d finish before my mouth filled up. He did, of course, in fact he pulled back while I was running my tongue over the bottom of his cock, and it popped out of my mouth, surprising me, and his last squirt went right across my cheek and almost into my ear.

I was too involved gulping down his offering of spicy semen to notice, or care. A small shudder ran through me as I felt it slide down into my tummy, and the fingers on my right hand just had to go down inside my panties and rub that spot that I’d found a few months earlier. That made me feel really good, so I just kept doing that while I sucked the rest of the guys. Finally, when I finished the last of the five boys, I rubbed my spot really hard and had what I now know to be a pretty darn good orgasm. I’d had ‘fun shivers’ before but I never kept on going once the good feeling came over me, I just rubbed for a bit and then stopped, I thought that was all there was.

I looked down at myself. My nice blue skirt was all spotted with semen drops and my drool and stuff, and I had cum dripping all down my chin. There was cum in my hair, and cum on my neck, and cum, lots and lots of cum, in my tummy. I looked at the guys with a slightly dazed feeling. They were really quiet. I’ve noticed that about guys, now. After they cum, they’re like sleepy dogs.

“Wow that was really neat!” said Brian. “Thanks a bunch, Julie !”

I got embarrassed at that and dipped my head down, and mumbled something like “You’re welcome, any time” or something really stupid like that.

“And we won’t tell no one, ever, Julie ! You can trust us!” chimed in Ray.

“You’d better not!” I squawked back at him, my mouth and throat kinda clogged and gooey. “If you do I’ll….I’ll….well, I don’t know what I’ll do but I’ll never do you again!” It was amazing that even at that young age I was precocious enough to understand how the carrot and the stick worked with guys. “Besides, you would get in even more trouble than me ‘cause you’re guys!” I finished, sure that my logic would help keep them silent.

Just then the bell rang to go back to class, and we all jumped about a foot in the air. I looked down at myself again. There was no way I could go back into class now, I looked like someone had been throwing yogurt at me for half an hour. I almost started crying, because I didn’t know how to get out of this situation.

“Wait! I know what we can do. Julie , you follow behind us, we’ll spread out so’s no one can see you from the playground” injected Brian. He was always the clever one. “There’s a hose at the corner of the building. I’ll pick it up and squirt you all over and that way they won’t see the stuff on your dress and all.”

I more or less nodded, thinking it may just work. So we all trooped up out of the woods and back up the path, me crouching down behind them and trying to make myself invisible. Brian ran up ahead of us and grabbed the hose and just as we rounded the corner he turned it on me and got me good. I shrieked and yelled. I was soaked. And the water was cold! The other guys kinda ran back towards the school, and old Miss Powell came out and started hollering at them and then she saw me and Brian, and I’m soaking wet and he has the hose in his hand.

Upshot, Brian got two days of detention after school. He hadn’t thought that far ahead. I got to call my Dad and have him pick me up so I could go home and change. He wasn’t happy. I sat in the front seat next to him, pretending to be pissed off and sulking but inside I was happy that it looked like I’d gotten away with everything. Daddy made me sit on some towels so I wouldn’t get his Lexus wet but I didn’t care. I replayed the scene over in my mind, remembering each boy’s hard little dick, and how it looked and tasted and felt in my mouth. Taj was the biggest, but Ray and Brian came the most. Each little squirt had its’ own unique taste and feel. I rubbed my tummy absent-mindedly, thinking of all the little sperms in there swimming around but no egg to find and beat their head against.

When we got home, I acted like I was glad to be home and leaned over to give Daddy a big hug and a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you Daddy for picking me up and taking me home. Do I hafta go back to school? The day’s almost over, can’t I please just stay home. I don’t want to sit in class with that creep Brian again!” I pouted and made my ‘pretty please’ face, and looked right in his eyes, breathing heavily.

That was my first mistake.

Daddy blinked once or twice and then his eyebrows kind of went down, and he looked at the top of my head really carefully and then very slowly he looked down at my face and then down my wet and dripping clothes and all. I put my lower lip out and looked at him again.

“Well, I guess I can call the office there and tell them you’re upset and all and that you’ll be back tomorrow morning.” He said, slowly, still looking at me kinda funny. At first I didn’t know what he was doing, but then I realized that maybe Brian’s soaking hadn’t got all the sperms off of me somewhere. I bolted from the car and ran up the walk to our door and waited nervously for Daddy to come up with the key, hopping from one foot to the other like I had to pee.

Once the door was opened, I ran right up the stairs to my room and pulled off my clothes and ran in to the bathroom and hopped in the shower. I didn’t want to give Daddy the chance to see anything anymore. I loved standing in the hot shower, letting the water fall down my body, a body I was suddenly proud of. My little titties were just starting to bud out, there wasn’t much more than a nipple and a bump, but I grabbed a nipple between each thumb and forefinger and pulled, trying to make them get bigger. When I pinched them, I got a nice tingle that started in my boobies and then went down to my little button. I soaped up one hand and started rubbing my button, closing my eyes and just thinking of my experience in the woods. In my mind, all I saw was big huge dicks pointing at me, the little holes in the end winking open and shut and then spurting huge white streams of sperm at me, over and over, dozens of dicks, hundreds, and I rubbed harder and harder and pinched harder and harder with the other hand, and suddenly I felt this big huge wave of buzzing excitement start in my little button and just blast outwards like a bomb or something and every place in my body tingled really really good. I squeaked like a mouse in a trap and threw my head back and opened my mouth to feel the hot water from ...