When I was 11 I started to grow tits. I also grew some pubic hair and discovered masturbation.

A few months after discovering masturbation, I was in a movie theater with some friends. It was very crowded. It was so crowded that there were no empty seats. I was the friend on the end and right after I sat down an older guy, maybe in his thirties sat down alone next to me. There was one empty seat on the other side of him then the wall. A couple of minutes later another single guy sat in that seat.

The guy who sat down next to me was pretty good looking for an old dude but I really didn't pay too much attention to him. I was more interesting in yacking with my friends about the various coming attractions.

About 20 minutes into the movie I felt him touch my bare knee. I was wearing a short skirt so my knees and legs were bare. I only had panties on under the skirt and wore sandals on my feet. I had a tube top on so my belly button was exposed. I was not fully aware of how sexy I might appear to some guys. I wore what I did because that is what my friends liked to wear. At first I thought it was just an unintentional brushing of his knee on mine until I remembered he wasn't wearing shorts. Then he softly brushed the back of his hand on the side of my knee. It felt kind of nice, as I said he looked pretty nice and smelled nice but I was still mostly just watching the movie. Then he brushed his hand on the side of my knee some more and it felt nice gain and I just leaned back into my seat and made a conscious decision that no matter what he did I was going to let him and not tell anyone. I decided that because I figured he wasn't going to try anything extreme in a crowded theater.

After a while he started to brush the top of my knee with his finger tips. It felt really good. I actually started hoping his hand would progress further and I was glad I was sitting with my knees spread apart. Usually I sat lady like with my knees closed but in a dark movie theater with everyone looking at the screen I was unconcerned with anyone sneaking a peek at my panties. He massaged my knee for a few minutes then moved his hand up half way to the hemline of my skirt. He was very gentle. I started to feel the same kind of tingling that I did when I masturbated. A few more minutes later and his finger tips were lifting my skirt. I got really nervous in a good sexy kind of way. I took the plunge and just spread my legs as far as I could until my knees bumped the arm rests.

He accepted my invitation and quickly moved his hand all the way up my inner thigh and right onto the crotch of my panties. That was the very first time any guy ever touched me there. A shock of tingles ran right up my spine, deep into my pussy and all over my nipples. He only kept his hand on my crotch for a moment before he started to maneuver his hand into the waist band of my panties. Seconds later he was cupping my bare pussy. I never felt anything so wonderful. I was aware he could at this point shove fingers in my pussy and I still had my cherry and was too tight to get more than one of my own fingers half way in so he could very well have broken my cherry but he didn't. He just pushed a finger in as far as it would easily go in and stopped at my cherry. I was so wet that he had no problem stretching me enough to fit around half a finger. It was more than had ever been inside me and it felt better than anything I ever felt in my life. It was way better than masturbating myself. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing because half way through the movie he rubbed me to my first orgasm at the hand of another. Before the movie was over he rubbed me expertly to two more orgasms. By that point I was so horny that he could have got on top of me and shoved his dick all the way in hard and painfully and I would have just sat their with a silly grin on my face unconcerned about the puddle of blood in my seat. But he didn't. All he did was reach over with the other hand and reached into my top and tickled my nipples.

Just before the end of the movie he leaned in and whispered into my ear and told me I was a very sexy slut and suggested I would make an excellent whore. He then pulled his drenched finger out of my pussy and sucked on it and told me I tasted delicious. I could have easily cum a few more times if only the movie was longer. I don't know how my friends didn't notice any of this but they acted as though nothing happened and we all left the theater together and got in my friend's mom's car and home after that.

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Ever since the incident at the theater I have been addicted to getting groped by strangers in public places. A couple of years later I confessed to one of those friends from that day what happened and they said they thought I was a little flushed looking but didn't think much of it at the time. Then she confessed that she too enjoyed being felt up in public but only if the guy is cute.

A couple of weeks after the movie theater incident I was on the school bus riding home when I became very aware of boy sitting behind me playing with my hair. He was in my sixth grade class and always sat directly behind me. He was also very cute but also very shy. I never really thought about him though. I certainly didn't think about him when I masturbated. But as soon as I became aware of him playing with my hair I was reminded of the guy in the theater and thought it might be kind of nice if he felt me up. It didn't occur to me that he wouldn't have known what to do.

Our school bus ride was pretty long. I lived in the more rural part of town so it was 45 minutes to ride home. The bus was pretty full for the first 15 minutes but then there were only about five kids for that last half hour ride. The other three were girls who sat up front and liked chatting with the bus driver who was a younger woman who had a lot more in common with those 8th graders than I did.

Fred and I could have stripped naked and fucked in the back of the bus and the four of them wouldn't have noticed. So I figured since Fred liked playing with my hair maybe he would enjoy brushing it. I sure would. I loved having someone brush my hair but my mom stopped doing that as soon as she felt she could trust me to do it correctly by myself which sad to say was when I was around 7 years old. So I reached into my back pack and took out my hair brush. I took a deep breath and hoped I hadn't imagined that he was playing with my hair. I turned around which startled him because he yanked his hand away from my pony tale but it was tangled so it pulled a bit but embarrassed he managed to untangle himself and regained his composure. I didn't want to scare him off so I decided to make up a lame lie.

"Fred, could you do me a huge favor? I hurt my wrist this morning and can't brush my hair. My mom gets mad at me if my hair is messy when I get home, could you brush it for me."

Had God told a pervert that he was commanded to enter the nearest all girl's Catholic elementary school and have his way with all the students, you could not have gotten a more grateful look than the look on Fred's face when I said that.

I completely pretended not to notice that he had his fingers tangled in my pony tail and handed him the brush. Then I got up and changed seats to sit next to him with my back to him and my feet out in the aisle. I asked him to take my hair out of the pony tail and if he could, to please brush my hair for 500 strokes. I told him it was important to run his fingers through the hair to feel if there were any tangles and that he should do that every 25 strokes of the brush. Of course that was not necessary but I figured he would enjoy doing that. I could hear him panting like a puppy. I don't think it was the first time he brushed long hair. His own hair was kind of longish, down to his shoulders but mine was down to my butt. I didn't have to tell him to start at the ends. He just did.

Fred and I lived about a mile apart so that meant that I got off the bus then he was the last one off the bus a mile away. Then the bus simply turned around and went back the same way to park at the middle school.

So I decided to stay on the bus till Fred got off to give him more time to brush my hair. I really enjoyed the way he enjoyed touching my hair and the brushing felt good to me as well, especially when he got to my scalp. Then I instructed him in how to put my hair in a pony tail but he seemed like he already knew. I just rode the bus back and got out at my house about 10 minutes later than usual and my mom didn't notice. She also didn't notice my hair and never did really. I lied to Fred about my mom checking out my hair when I got home. I could have died it purple and she wouldn't have said a word.

So I decided that my injury was going to last the rest of the school year. From that point on, it was October, I was going to have Fred brush my hair and I did and he never complained, not that he would. When I got on the bus in the morning I handed him the brush and he kept brushing away for the first half hour until kids started filling the bus. I didn't think he would want to be caught doing a girly thing by the other kids. Those three girls wouldn't have noticed they were so into themselves the rest of the universe, including Fred and me, didn't exist. But when the other kids started to get on we were done. Then the same thing in the afternoon and I got off the bus after Fred instead of before to give him more time to play with my hair.

I taught Fred how to braid my hair, later that year he surprised me one morning by putting my hair into a French braid that I got complimented on. He later confessed that his older sister taught him how and that was who taught him how to brush hair as well.

Fred's brushing felt really good and I enjoyed it a lot but I wanted more. So one day in November I decided to try something else. I sat facing him and handed him the brush. I spent the whole time gazing into his eyes with a little smile. When he was ready to put my hair into a pony tail I took it from his hands. I pulled my hair into a pony tail and told him to close his eyes and lean back in his seat. Then I took hold of my pony tail and brushed his face with it. I tickled him all over his face and neck and bare arms and wrapped it around his hands and pulled it through his fingers. Then I unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and stuffed it down the front of his shirt and shook his shirt until all my hair fell down his shirt to his belly. Then I pulled it out slowly and as sensuously as I could.

I then handed him my hair and told him to brush it into a pony tail and put it up again. He did. When he was done I leaned in and kissed him on his cheek. He turned bright red. I told him that I really enjoyed the way he had been brushing my hair. I told him that I knew he had been playing with my hair and that since I liked having someone brush my hair I figured we could both enjoy brushing my hair. He just sat there with a blank look on his face. Then I took out a second brush, one I got for just this occasion and I told him to turn with his back to me and I brushed his hair. When I was done he told me it felt good. then I told him that now he knows why I enjoy him brushing my hair. I told him that I don't mind him playing with my hair as long as he brushed my hair too. The next day he went insane rubbing his face in my hair and stuffing it down his shirt like I had and then I pulled it out again then I stuffed it down his shirt and pulled it out. Then I told him that I'd like to stuff it in his underwear. I thought he'd cum in his pants when I said that the way he looked at me.

After he got done playing with my hair he brushed it really good and put it in a French braid putting extra effort into styling it nicely. He was really good at that.

After Thanksgiving I told him that I liked the way he brushed my hair so much that I was curious how it would feel if he felt me up. I had to explain what that meant. He acted like he just didn't believe any girl would ever want that. He was really shy about that and so cute. I really wanted to kiss him but I wasn't sure if that would scare him off.

So he stuttered a bit trying to ask me. I think he was trying to work up the courage to ask if he could feel my tits. I didn't really have tits so much as puffy nipples that were just starting to grow. So, impatient, I decided not to wait until he spit out the words. Nobody else was on the bus except the driver who was occupied with the road so I unbuttoned my blouse and placed his hands on my bare boobs. Again, I thought he was going to cum in his pants. He didn't take his hands off my boobs for ten straight minutes. I decided the next day to go to the girls restroom and take off my panties at the end of the school day and when the time was right, I invited Fred to feel up my pussy. I was hoping it would feel as nice as when that man did it. It did. Fred impatiently reached right up and grabbed my pussy the moment I told he was allowed. He was no where near as skilled as that stranger but he tried and he certainly was enthusiastic. He didn't make me cum but it felt really really nice.

My birthday is in December and I had for weeks knew I was going to invite Fred to my birthday party. So when my mom told me to give her a list of friends to invite there were 7 girls names on the list and Fred.

"Whose Fred?" Mom asked me. I just told her he was a nice boy who rode to and from school with me on the bus and we spent a lot of time together talking and had become friends. Fred had never been invited to a birthday party for a girl before, not including relatives.


Fred was very nervous about being the only boy at a girl's birthday party. He was way to shy to use the terms "boy friend" or "girl friend" so I just told the girls he was a friend and left it at that.

We were all 11 years old except me and one girl. I was of course turning 12 on my birthday and one other girl, Jen, had turned 12 in October. The birthday party included gifts and cake of course but it was also a sleep over. I am lucky my mom didn't think we were too old for us to have a boy join us in a sleepover. While I didn't want to share Fred that much I wanted an excuse to have him feel me up as much as possible so I figured a sleep over might work. At some point the lights were going to be turned off and I planned to wake Fred up and guide his hands all over my body and maybe even jerk him off.

I ended up going to my bathroom to pee while the girls were downstairs watching TV. Fred came looking for me. The girls had elected him to go see if I'd fallen in. He knocked on my bathroom door which wasn't quite closed all the way. When I asked who it was he said "Fred." So on a whim I invited him in. I was completely naked and had previously put my hair into pigtails with Fred's help. Now imagine you are an 11 year old boy and you walk in to find a naked 12 year old girl sitting on a toilet with her legs spread wide open and you'd never seen a naked girl before.

Well I shouldn't have because he just fainted dead away the moment he looked in my direction. I'm glad I am not good at keeping up with my laundry because he landed on a pile of dirty clothes, my dirty panties right on top of the pile and his face landed right on the crotch. I jumped off the toilet and revived him with a kiss. He looked dazed. After he recovered which took about five minutes of me massaging his crotch while holding his hand to my pussy, I begged him to feel me up while I masturbated. He wanted to watch me pee first so I had him sat on the floor in front of the toilet and sat back down with my legs spread completely apart and asked him to hold my lips open while I pee. I did and he leaned in for a good close look. He was fascinated and I was tempted to pee on his face but I didn't. He wiped me clean then we went to my bedroom and he felt me up all over while I masturbated myself to an orgasm. I was so turned on that I leaned over and for the first time kissed him right on the mouth and slipped him some tongue. Well we ended up kissing really hard and for so long that one of my girlfriends walked in on us wondering what had happened.

"So that's why you invited Fred."

Fred jumped up, I jumped up still naked with Fred's hand still glued to my pussy. My friend giggled, told us we were perverts and marched back out of the room.

Well that did it, being caught made me all the more horny. I demanded that Fred rub me more and I literally fucked his fingers while trying to lick my way down his throat. His other hand couldn't' make up it's mind which of my nipples it wanted to play with more and I didn't mind. I came again but then started to feel sorry that Fred hadn't cum yet and proceeded to offer to suck his dick. I sucked it even though I wasn't sure if I was doing it right. I must have because he squirted cum in my mouth after about five minutes. He told me that not only was that his first blow job but the first time he ever came period. He had't yet figured out how to jerk off and I had originally planned to only do that but after he frigged so well I just felt compelled. That was when I learned I like the taste of cum.

So When Fred and I returned to the TV room we discovered that the girls had already decided to give Fred and I privacy by sleeping in the TV room and letting Fred and I have my room. Since the parents had already exited for the evening and were not expected until noon the next day (I was now officially a trusted semi adult now that I was 12 so they decided to let me have my first party with no adults present.)

Fred and I spent the night naked together in my bed. He spent half the time playing with my hair and I spent nearly as long dragging my hair up and down his naked body. I thought he was going to explode when I wrapped my hair around his crotch and dragged it forward through his ass crack and up over his dick and balls and back down again. Then I wrapped my mane around his dick and balls and sucked on the end while jerking him off with my hair. Just before he came he grabbed the back of my head and fucked my mouth really hard and came down my throat. I told him I wanted to sleep but he could play with my hair or feel me up any way he wanted all night if he wanted to, even in my sleep. I also warned him that I might suck him off again in his sleep.

I woke up three or four times to find him feeling me up. It was a wonderful way to wake up. Once I woke up to find his dick feeling up the inside of my mouth. I pretended to be asleep to see what he would do and he basically fucked my mouth and came in it again. But then he surprised me by leaning in and kissing me on the mouth and reached in with his tongue and licked his own cum out of my mouth.

An hour or so later I woke up and found Fred was snoring. So I leaned over and sucked him again. He woke up just as he squirted more sperm in my mouth. After he was done cumming I leaned out and kissed him on the mouth letting some of his cum drool down his throat. He did not seem to mind at all.

The next morning we slept in but was dressed by ten. The girls were giggling and whispering and I just figured they were talking about us. Fred had gone downstairs first. I figured he was too shy to talk much about what we had down. I was slightly wrong. The girls asked him a dozen questions about what we had done together and the only thing he would confirm was that we had kissed and I had sucked him off more than once. Then they asked if he had eaten me out and he had no idea what they were talking about and I hadn't thought to ask him to do so since he had done so good a job rubbing me to orgasm or should I say, letting me fuck his hand.

After they explained what eating pussy was he seemed a little nervous but asked, in front of the girls, if I'd like him to do that. I whispered privately in his ear that if he wanted to that would be nice. I had no idea what it would be like since nobody ever did that and I could offer him no tips on how. I had only a vague sense of what it was.

So back upstairs we went and I laid on the bed and he laid down and put his mouth on my pussy and just started licking me. It felt amazing beyond anything I could imagine. It was WAY better than being rubbed. I came three times before I let go of the back of his head. I fucked his mouth violently each time I came. Then we discovered 69 and finally I completely understood what that meant. We both came at the same time from that.

If you hadn't already figured it out Fred became my first boyfriend and I became his first girlfriend. The following week we fucked. He came in my pussy and I secretly hoped he had made me pregnant though that never happened. In January I got my first period. Mom explained what all that was about even though I already had a pretty good idea from talking to my friends about it.

Fred was happy to indulge me in my desires to be felt up in public. Every time we ever went anyplace together he surprised me by sneaking a feel. That was when I decided to wear only skirts and dresses and never panties. I loved how he found creative ways of sneaking a feel up my skirt in unusual places and situations. At the six grade spring dance we found a dark corner and he dr**ed me with his coat and never took his fingers out of my pussy the whole time. In two and a half hours I rode his fingers to 5 orgasms. We snuck into the boys restroom afterwards where I gave him a blow job while our male classmates continuously filed in to piss in the urinals. I was so turned on listening to the boys pissing just feet away knowing we could get caught with Fred's cock down my throat.

Just before Christmas my Mom took me Christmas shopping to get something for Fred. I wanted to just spend all of Christmas vacation fucking Fred but I only got one chance to do that. After shopping she treated me to a movie. It was another very crowded theater and sure enough a lone guy sat down right next to me. When he sat down I smiled. I didn't think of it as cheating. As usual I had on a short skirt. I decided I wanted to invite this man to feel me up but wasn't sure if he would, especially with my mom sitting on the other side of me. But I was going to try. I spread my legs all the way and in the process my knee bumped his. I hadn't actually intended it that way. I was just going to spread my legs and hope he saw it and get the hint. But when our knees bumped I glanced at him and he looked directly in my eyes and smiled. Then he rubbed my knee with his. I looked back at him and he smiled again and I smiled back. Then it got really dark and a moment later his hand was holding my knee. I reached forward and caressed the back of his hand for a moment then hiked my skirt up a couple of inches. He got the hint. His hand ran right up my thigh and I could tell he was surprised when his fingers discovered that I wasn't wearing panties. I closed my eyes and leaned back and settled into a wonderful session of getting nicely felt up by another very experienced hand. I lost track of how many orgasms I had at his hands. I am glad it was a very loud action packed movie. My mom wouldn't have noticed had he gotten on top and fucked me. About half way through the movie I reached over and unzipped his pants. With his other hand he guided mine to the inside of his underwear where I found a humongous man cock surounded by a huge bush. I felt around and found his heavy balls. I was amazed. I had no idea that man cocks got that big. I really wanted to try sucking it and immediately imaged him forcing his way inside me. I wanted to suck it badly But I figured people really would notice that. He wrapped my hand around his huge cock and held on and jerked himself off holding my hand on his cock while fingering me to yet another orgasm. I really did wish he had fucked me.






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by Anonymous on Aug 22, 2016 at 8:21 AM

Great story! It's nice to hear how horny and young you were...reminds me of my cousin Lucy, who like to experiment every once and awhile. She was 12, I was 13. Just the usual touching/feeling thing. Unfortunately, she got caught by her mom with one of the neighborhood boys, so she was always under strict surveillance.

Would love to hear about more of your stories. How old are you now? Have you been caught exposing yourself or having sex? Love the excitement of screwing in a public place knowing we could get caught.

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by Anonymous on Feb 7, 2017 at 5:56 PM

what a story

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by Anonymous on Feb 11, 2018 at 9:26 AM

Nice fantasy you wrote.

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by Anonymous on Jul 15, 2018 at 10:10 PM

fake but nice story written by a boy

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