Two days later my mom had an early day at work. When that happened I would often go downtown with her, and while she worked, I'd wander around downtown Ocean Beach. Since it was Fourth of July week, there were tons of people there from out of town. I was going to meet a couple of friends downtown, but while I was waiting for them I just wandered around the streets, looking at shops. Which is all we were gonna do when we met up anyway.

That day I noticed something brand-new. Guys were checking me out. Not just middle school guys. I was used to that. Guys in high school, college, and older guys, some of them with kids and wives walking with them, were making eyes at me! I first noticed it when I was walking along and some guy made eye contact with me. He smiled, I smiled and then I stopped at a shop to look in the window. Next thing I hear, is "Carl... Carl?" like they're calling somebody who's not listening. Then I hear Carl go, "yeah, what?" and I look over there, and it was the guy making eyes at me. His wife is giving him a funny look and then they're talking. And when they stopped talking and walk away, he looked back at me again. Then I noticed that he had a daughter and son of a little older than me.

When my friends got there, we continued to walk around, and I kept finding more and more guys making eye contact or looking me over. I wasn't dressed all that sexy, shorts and a baby tee and flip-flops. But guys were sure liking to look at me that day. I even figured out that if I turned around about five seconds after he walked past me, I could catch a lot of guys turning around and checking out my butt!

I have three theories about why this happened that day, and it's continued ever since. One is that maybe I'm acting differently now that I've become a little fuck bunny and I am attracting their attention. The second idea is that maybe guys can smell it on me, that I want to do it. They say animals can smell fear. Maybe some guys can smell horny. The third theory is this: maybe these guys, from middle school up to grandpas, are the kinds of guys who like little girls, and they've been checking me out for years, but I never noticed because I didn't know that they were looking or what they're looking for. I know the third theory is true for some people, because the last couple years I've caught guys checking out girls as young as six or seven as they walked through the mall. I wonder how early they were checking out me? And sometimes wish I'd known how to take advantage of it...

Anyway, for the rest of the summer, when I wasn't downtown getting checked out - and I bought some cheap lil cotton mini and micro-skirts at the beachwear shop to help that happen - I was hanging out like normal, with Jacob and Marcus. Between them I was getting screwed about five or six times a week and was sucking cock at least that much. We all three had smiles on our faces the rest of the summer!

Nothing really special to report on the rest of the summer. It was sex, and lots of it. I still did not orgasm during it, but I stopped being sore and started enjoying it pretty fast.

And it was after I was telling one of my adult chat buddies about my activities that he came up with that nickname that I just love: he called me a little fuck bunny.

Labor Day Weekend 2002

They have changed the weekend now, but the biggest weekend of summer by us used to be the Rod Run on Labor Day weekend. Rod Run is a big classic car and hot rod rally that is sponsored by the local car club. Since it was on Labor Day weekend, lots of people would come out from Portland and Seattle. The motels were all full, and there would be people camping on the beach, and the streets were full of cars and people. There were also tons of cops - like about 100 extra state patrol - but they were mostly interested in drunk drivers and speeders, so as long as you weren't partying too loud, you could get away with a lot.

On Saturday night of Labor Day weekend, there was a big parade of cars. About 200 classic cars and hot rods made a parade from the north end of the beach to the south end and then back again. I went with mom to work, and met a couple friends and we hung out and watched the parade. The crowd on the streets was a lot different than normal. Normally there were families and a few older people. This weekend there were fewer families. Lots of not so old couples who rode classic cars, rods or motorcycles were there. The other big group were high school and college students from the cities. The motels were all full, and most of high school and college students were camping.

After the parade I went back to the motel where mom works. There were a couple bonfires on the beach about 100 yards behind the motel. I asked mom if I can go see who was there. She said just a minute and made me put on her hoodie, because it was getting pretty cool out side. She told me to come back in 10 minutes and tell me who was at the fire.

I walked up to the fire that was closest, and there were some high school kids and a couple older guys, and a family. I sat with them while and found out they were from a church group. I went back in and told mom that does a church group with some high school and middle school kids, and I was just going to hang out on the beach with them. She gave me her pager and said okay.

As I walked back outside, I veered off to another fire to see who was there. This one had just high school people around it. Most of them were talking and there was a cooler full of beer. Some couples were sitting real close cuddling in the cold under blankets, and one couple were pretty seriously making out. I sat down at the edge of the group. Somebody asked me if I wanted a beer, and somebody else wanted know about the high school here in town. (I answered what I knew.) I realized pretty quick that because of the low light of the fire and the oversized sweatshirt I was wearing, everybody thought I was about five years older than I was. Well, I wasn't going to tell them any different!

As I hung out, mostly just listening, I noticed this guy. He was really cute. He was from Portland area, and he seemed to be one of the guys had driven down, so I figured he had to be 16 or 17.

After my first beer, I walked back up to the motel, told mom I was having fun and went to the bathroom. I asked if I could borrow a blanket, because the hoodie was keeping my body warm, but my little cotton skirt meant that my legs were pretty cold. She got me an old blanket from the motel's linen closet. I went back out, and she told me I could stay out one more hour. I looked at the clock and saw that it was already 10:30.

When I got back out by the fire, I walked over to get another beer, and things had changed. All the girls were now paired off with a guy, and they had moved with blankets to the edge of the fire light. There were four guys including Damon, the hottie, sitting close to the fire talking about cars. I got myself a beer, and took an extra one over to Damon and sat down very close to him. I listened as the guys talked, and handed Damon the beer. He smiled at me - so adorable - and I spread the blanket over my lap and then over his a little. As we sat there, and everybody was talking, I put my hand on his leg under the blanket. Very tentative at first, very shy, not wanting to be rejected. He didn't seem to mind a bit, so I got bolder, and started to actually rub his thigh about halfway up from his knee. He looked over and smiled at me again.

A couple minutes later, Damon tipped his head back and completely drained the beer I had brought him. He said he had to "go tap a kidney" - I'd never heard that before, but I figured out what it meant - and as he got up he leaned over me, ran one hand up under the blanket, up the outside of my thigh, all the way up under my skirt, and as he leaned down, gave me a kiss. Just a peck, but I knew it was an invitation.

I tried to wait long enough to not be obvious, but I probably only waited about 20 seconds, LOL. I got up, picked up my blanket, told the guys there good night, and wandered off into the grass, kind of in the direction of the motel, but turning away quickly to where I could see Damon standing. I walked up behind Damon, and he looked over his shoulder at me. I could hear that he was still peeing, and doing it pretty hard.

At that moment my mind flashed to one of the Internet child sex pictures I had seen of the little girl in the blue sweater who had sex with two guys, one maybe 14 and of the other maybe 20. In the last pictures, she is laying on the ground on her back, and the guys were pissing on her. I had always thought the picture was disgusting but as I walked up to Damon, hearing the sound of his stream hitting the grass and sand, it seemed very hot.

Damon looked over his shoulder at me and smiled. He stopped peeing - he seemed to have run out - and was starting to close up his jeans. Before he could, I grabbed his arm and spun him around and put his hands around me. I looked up at him and kissed him, open mouthed. It was a hot sloppy kiss. It went on for maybe a minute. I dropped my hands down to his crotch, where his cock still hung from his jeans, now getting harder and standing up. I broke off the kiss and got down on my knees and started to suck him. He moaned, told me it was so good. He started to get very hard, and was certainly bigger than either Jacob or Marcus. I was in heaven.

A few minutes later, Damon took ahold of my head and tipped it back, like he was trying to look at my face, but it was too dark. "How old are you?"

"Sixteen," I lied.

"You seem younger than that," he said, trying to concentrate as I stroked his cock.

"Just because a short doesn't make me kid," I said, trying to sound disgusted, and then cut off the conversation by pulling his cock as far into my mouth as I could get it. He didn't ask any more questions until, a minute or two later, he said, "Do you just suck, or can I fuck you?"

"You can definitely fuck me," I said, getting up, spreading out the blanket, pulling up my skirt, and pushing down my panties. I laid down on the blanket, and Damon climbed right on top of me. He fumbled around under my skirt, and managed to say, "Mmmmm, shaved. I like that." Then he pushed hard into me, and rode me hard, harder even than Jacob ever had. If I hadn't had two beers it might've hurt too much, but as it was, it was big, it was hard, it felt pretty good mostly, and it filled me up. I also got as close to having an orgasm during sex as I had gotten ever. This was a great lay.

Damon lasted several minutes, and then came in me. As we lay there, him half passed out on top of me I now think, it was getting a little tough to breathe, because he was so much bigger than I was and he was kind of slumped on top of me. Still, I laid there enjoying the warmth and feeling for several minutes as he got smaller and slipped out of me. When I started to try and rouse him, all of a sudden a beeping noise came out of my sweatshirt pocket. Then I remembered the pager. I looked at my watch and saw that it was 11:25. The sound woke Damon, and he rolled off me asking if everything was okay. I rolled him off the blanket, leaned down, and gave him a kiss. I said, "Everything is wonderful, but I gotta go."

I grabbed the blanket, stood up and looked down at Damon. Still adorable, but kind of passed out in the grass on his back with his pants around his knees. It was half hot, half hilarious.

I took off and ran toward the motel, and came in the door. I said to mom, "Sorry I'm late."

She said, "You're not late. That's what I beeped you five minutes early." She looked me over for a moment, smiled and said, "You fell asleep out there didn't you? Your hair is full of grass and you've been sleeping on the sand." She laughed at her own teasing, sure that her 10 year old daughter was so young and innocent that 11:30 had put me to sleep on the beach. She told me to go get myself cleaned up in the staff bathroom. She'd be off work in a half hour.

The staff bathroom had a shower. As I started to undress to get into it, I noticed two things: there was a long stream of cum running down the inside of my thighs, and my panties were missing. I checked the blanket carefully and realized that they must be on the beach. So I took a shower, cleaned myself up, and rode home at midnight with my mom. I went right to bed and petted the kitty till I came and then went to sleep, snickering to myself about what to write about if my fifth grade teacher asked us on the first day of school Tuesday to write about what we had done on our summer vacation.