Discovery, Chapter 7

by Sandi

A few days had gone by since I helped Heather do her dishes and I couldn't stop thinking about what she told me. I couldn't stop picturing her jacking off her brother and step-dad. I didn't know much about boy's things, but the thought excited me and I masturbated two or three times a day thinking about it.

I finally asked my mom if Heather could come over. My mom said yes right away. She said she thought Heather didn't have a very good home life, and she felt sorry for her and Heather was welcome to come over anytime. She told me not to repeat what she said. I promised, then went to call Heather. Heather wanted to stay overnight and her mom said it was OK. We picked Heather up just before lunch. I could tell my mom didn't seem comfortable talking to Heather's mom.

Before going home we stopped for lunch. Heather and I ate chicken strips with ranch dressing and French fries, and we each had a giant chocolate milk shake. Then we stopped at the grocery store. By the time we got home we were pretty tired. After helping my mom put the groceries away, we went to my room and lay on my bed playing video games.

"Thanks for coming to get me," Heather said. "I hate staying home."

"Because of your brother and Bill?"

"That's part of it," Heather answered slowly, "and I just don't like being there."

After a moment, I asked, "Does Bill hurt you? You know, that big bruise on your arm."

"Only once in a while. It's not that bad," Heather answered.

"Does he make you do stuff a lot?"

"Once in a while when my mom's not home," she said slowly. "I don't mind too much if it gets him to leave me alone."

"What does he do?" I asked. I was getting turned on thinking about it.

Heather noticed my interest and smiled. "You want to hear what he does?" she asked. I nodded.

He always tried to see me when I was changing or in the shower, she said. Then one night when he was drunk, he came into my room and made me jack him off. He said he would make me sorry if I told anyone, and mom wouldn't believe me anyway. Do you know how to jack a boy off, she asked. I shook my head. You squeeze his penis with both hands and move them up and down. Bill calls his penis his dick. He told me to rub his dick up and down and it got really hard. He started moving his hips a little then stuff squirted out. It got on my hands and my nightgown. I stopped and he got mad. He told me never to stop until he finished cumming. Heather could tell I was fascinated and getting turned on. Do you want to hear what else he does, she asked with an evil grin.

My mouth was so dry I couldn't answer. I just nodded. Sometimes, she continued, he makes me take my pants off and rubs his dick on my pussy. He puts this slippery stuff on me and jacks himself off while rubbing on me. Sometimes he squirts his stuff on my belly, but sometimes he cums on my clit. His stuff is hot and slippery. Sometimes he pushes against my pussy and I feel his stuff inside me. It's all squishy. A couple of time he tried to push his dick into my butt, but it hurts too much. He uses his fingers back there sometimes. He says that will get me used to it so he can put his dick in me back there. Sometimes he wants to put his dick in my mouth. I don't mind that much, but I don't like him to cum in my mouth because it makes me gag.

I was having trouble breathing. My heart was pounding. Heather could tell how turned on I was. I used to just want to get it over with, she continued. But now when he rubs his dick on my pussy I usually cum too. He also started something new that makes me cum really good. He licks my pussy, she said. I gasped. Yeah, she said, he licks my pussy and sometimes puts his finger in my butt. It makes me cum so good. She was enjoying the effect her story had on me. I was so hot I wanted to rub myself.

"Do you want me to jack you off?" she asked, smiling. I couldn't believe what I heard. I was afraid to answer. "Turn on your back," she instructed. I rolled over and she moved up beside me and propped herself up on her elbow. Her hand slid over my stomach. I couldn't control a shiver. I felt her hand slide lower, under the elastic of my shorts. I could feel her fingers wiggling, trying to get under the band of my panties, then suddenly her hand was on my pussy. I gasped and closed my eyes. I kept shivering like I was freezing. Heather rubbed up and down my slit for a minute, and then her hand went lower. She eased her fingertip between the lips of my pussy and rubbed gently over my pussy hole. When her finger was slippery with my juice, she moved back up and circled my clit. My whole body jerked and she laughed. Her finger moved between my hole and clit several times until I was lubricated, then she started toying with my clit. My legs seemed to open on their own. It didn't seem to take long. Before I knew it I was fighting to hold in gasps and moans, then suddenly I felt my stomach pull tight and my pussy ripple with contractions.

"Was that good?" she whispered in my ear. I could only nod. She slowly withdrew her hand and laid her head on my chest. We lay together for a few minutes. I finally had to get up to go pee. Heather laughed. "I have to pee after I cum, too," she said.

On my way back from the bathroom, I glanced out the window and saw my mom, in shorts and a bikini top, washing her car. Thank God she was busy. I would die if she had caught me getting jacked off by Heather. I went back to my room. Heather was sitting on the side of the bed. I was shocked to see that she was naked, her clothes lying in a pile on the floor. "My turn," she said when I shut the door. As I stood there, feeling self-conscious and frozen with surprise, Heather slid up on the bed and lay down with her legs apart. Her right hand lazily rubbed up and down her slit. "Please," she begged, "I need to cum, too."

I crawled up on the bed next to her and positioned myself like she had when she rubbed my pussy. She sighed and closed her eyes. "Rub my pussy," she instructed. I put slowly put my hand over her pussy. She sighed. "Put your finger inside by my hole to get it slippery," she said, "Like I did you." I followed her instructions. "Now rub my clit."

I started slowly, my left index and middle fingers massaging her clit. Her left arm snaked under me and looped around my back. She pulled me closer. "Do you like that?" she asked. "Do you like rubbing my pussy?" I began to realize that Heather liked talking dirty. "Yeah," I whispered, trying to play along.

"Mmm," she moaned, "rub my clit. I want you to make me cum." My confidence building, I rubbed a little faster. I rose up, curious to see what was happening between her legs. Heather felt me move and opened her eyes for a second. She smiled. "You like to look at my pussy?" She opened her legs wider. "Take a good look," she said. I leaned over more and she reached down with her right hand and opened her pussy the best she could with one hand. I was fascinated. I focused on her clit and peeled back the hood, exposing the little pearl inside. She moaned again. Her hand slid over mind and pressed me against her. "Put your finger inside again," she said, "but just a little. Too much hurts." I slid my hand lower and slipped about a third of my middle finger into her vagina. "Move it around a little," she said. I did and felt her rubbing her own clit. Her head was back and her eyes were clamped shut. She moved her right arm so it was around my shoulders and pulled me half on top of her. "Rub my clit," she begged. I did and she moaned and held me to her. Her hips were moving under my hand and her breathing was getting faster. "Mmm...rub my pussy," she gasped, "Make me cum." She really liked talking dirty, I could tell it excited her.

I was rubbing fast circles on her clit and she was obviously getting very close to cumming. She had pulled me close and my face was against her chest. I could feel her nipple under my cheek. She was gasping and suddenly her legs went straight and stiff. I could feel her convulsing under me. "Cum...," she moaned, "cum...my pussy." It sounded like she was sobbing. Her head was back and her eyes were clamped shut. After a moment she slowly opened her eyes and smiled at me. "That was really good," she sighed. She suddenly jumped up and dressed. "Now I have to pee. Come with me and wash your hands so they don't smell like pussy," she laughed.

I washed my hands while Heather tinkled into the toilet. "That was good," she said again, "I bet I can teach you lots of things. I bet you would love to have your pussy licked." She laughed at my shocked expression.