“But it never mentioned how to do it!” she finished, trying tosound incredulous. “Anyway, it talked about sex, and this boy fromsch...ol wants me to do it.” Jacklyn said. “Who?” I asked. “Matt.” shesaid. Not that little shit, I thought! “So, I thought maybe I’d…you know…try masterbation first to seeif I liked it.” Jacklyn said, looking down. “And you need to know how?”I asked. “Uh huh.”. She told him she'd be there, that she'd be waiting and he came as she expected when the k**s had gone to bed. They did it on a sheepskin rug. She said it hurt but she had liked it, and that was how it started three months before her f******nth birthday. Her parents would have killed him had they known. She said she might have wished that it were me, but I ignored her and thought that she still a stupid k**.We had a few more roots before she finally decided to break up with him about six. Just then the doorbell rang and Samantha yelled up from the kitchen: “Honey, can you get that? I’m right in the middle of something.”It was Betty Ann Collins at the door, a big bowl of cookies in hand. Samantha had invited all the women from the neighborhood over, since the men were all gathering at the Collins house to watch football. Betty offered Kat a still-warm chocolate chip cookie, which she gratefully accepted. Then Kat had a mischievous idea.“Hey, let me show you something,” Kat said. Demitri pulled her close and then rolled with her to put her on top of him, cock fully embedded in her pussy the whole time. "Reach back, Ruby," Demitri instructed her. "Spread your ass open for another cock. We loved DP-ing you last week. I can't wait to feel Andy's cock slide against mine inside of you. I love feeling his balls rub mine while we fuck you together. You and your queer boy are such wonderful fuck toys!" I lay recovering on the couch, cum leaking from my asshole, totally.