Billy's Story

by Leslie Schmidt

"AHHHHhhhhh!!!!!!......I'm gonn'a tell mom!"

I spun around as I fumbled with the mouse to clear the screen. Abby was standing in the doorway, grinning.

I ran after her as she scampered down the hall. I caught her at the bottom of the stairway by taking it in three steps. I grabbed her around the waist, picking her up, and I squeezed.

"You better not you little brat!"

"You were looking at porn!"

I threw my little sister down on the couch. "You tell and I'll tell her about you and Jimmy Kroft." Her smile suddenly disappeared.

"Tell her what?!"

"I'll saw you two beside the garage."

Now she was serious. "No Billy, mommy'll kill me."

"Then you'd better not tell her."

We were silent for a few moments as she pouted. "Ooookayyy," she said quietly.

"Now stop being nosy and spying on me."

I turned and went out to the laundry. Mom had left it for us to do while she worked.

"Abby, come help fold."

We worked together for a while folding the warm clothes, then I headed back up to my room.

"Going to go look at porn again?!"

"Fuck you."

Abby is really a pretty neat kid. For just a little second grader she's pretty tough. She'll play football with me and my friends and doesn't cry when she gets knocked down, and sometimes she can even dash around and pick up some yards. She also baits her own hooks and doesn't squeal when she catches a fish.

I read a book from school for a few minutes but just had to go back--that site was really hot. I went back to the computer. This time I didn't know Abby was there until I heard her say "OOoooo....that's gross!"

The guy on the screen had just shoved his cock up the girl's ass.

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking at the movies, just like you." She was quiet for a moment. "That looks like it'd hurt."

"She seems to like it." At the same time the stud pulled out and jerked off, firing his sperm on the blondes ass and back.

"Is that his semen?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"It looks yucky."

The movie ended and I hit the back button, the screen filled with thumbnails of the available clips. "Which one do you want to see?"

I really didn't expect her to say anything but, after leaning closer to the screen she pointed to one, a still of a redhead with big tits, her head thrown back, mouth open. I clicked the link.

The screen was filled with the scene of the girl getting fucked on a kitchen table by a black guy. He was standing, she was spread on the table, up on her elbows looking down at his enormous cock sliding in and out of her. Then another guy, also black, appeared behind her and pulled her back down, laying. She hung her head off the edge of the table and he shoved his meat into her mouth. Abby was quiet...I wanted desperately to pull my cock out and jerk off. The first guy pulled out and blew his cum all over her belly while the other guy shot white goo into her mouth and onto her face.

"I thought you were supposed to do that in her vagina," she said. "That's how babies start growing."

"Well, a lot of guys really like to do it in your mouth."

"That's gross!"

"Well....don't knock it till you've tried it."

"You've never done that."

"Well,...no."

"Let's see that one," she said, pointing at another thumbnail.

This time she got bored watching the girl bouncing up and down on some guys cock, him on his back, her kneeling, facing away from him. She started to wonder around the room. "Don't touch any of my stuff."

"Can I go watch some TV?"

"Sure."

A few minutes later I snuck down the hallway and looked down the stairs...she was engrossed in something on the Cartoon Channel. I went back to my room and gently closed the door, then signed back on.

I just love this one film of a really cute blonde getting fucked next to a pool. First she sits on top of him, then sucks his cock for a while. Then he licks her shaved pussy until she cums. Then she gets on her hands and knees and he fucks her doggy style until he's about the cum. She turns around and he shoots in her face. I was just wiping my cum off my hand with a klennex, my pants were at my ankles, when I heard her giggle. I turned to see her jump away from the crack of the door (I thought I had locked it and hadn't heard her open it.) I didn't even try to chase her, I was truly busted.

* * *

Two months later and school had ended and I was looking forward to a summer of babysitting my little sister-just like a bunch of my friends. I wouldn't get much relief until July when Abby was going to summer camp for a week. Then, in the middle of August, football practice would start. Mom had promised me I could go out for the freshman team, I had played through Middle School and the High School coaches had been by to see me play.

Two weeks had passed, Mom woke me up when she was leaving, I sort of groaned and rolled over back into the pillow. The next I knew it was 9:00 and I could hear the TV down stairs. What I saw as I started down the stairs made me stop in my tracks. I ducked down. Abby was sitting on the floor leaning against the couch watching TV. Her knees were up and her legs spread, her panties were nowhere to be seen, her nightgown up around her waist, her fingers rubbing up and down her slit madly. I have seen Abby naked almost every day since Mom and Dad brought her home from the hospital when I was 6 but I had never seen her fingering herself before.

My dick was instantly hard. She was rocking her hips, had her feet lifted off the floor as she ran two fingers along her pussy. I had just started stroking myself through my briefs when she stiffened, threw her head back, and caught her breath. I snuck back up the stairway and went back to my room.

It was later that week that I was able to talk mom into letting my fried Doyle come over during the day. She had all sorts of rules which were silly because all we wanted to do was hang out in my room and play video games. Abby generally made herself a pest, she wanted to play with us and then, when we let her, she'd get all upset when we killed her character (whoever that might be). Also she always wanted to play the silly kids games.

One afternoon we had closed the door and I was showing Doyle some stuff I had downloaded. A redhead with a shaved pussy was just pushing a dildo up inside herself when I heard Abby, she was standing right next to me.

"Abby, get out of here!" I yelled.

"Oh fuck!" Doyle tried to get the mouse to close the screen.

"Why, I wanna see it too!"

Doyle looked at me...I shrugged, and the three of us went back to watching. We started talking, joking about the film and the girl's fake sighs.

"Do you sigh like that?" I asked Abby.

"No, but you do," she came back.

Doyle suppressed a grin, I had told him about her catching me watching videos a couple of weeks ago (but I had left out the part about me jerking off). I was busted again.

I figured I had to get back. "Oh, I don't know. I've heard you breathing pretty hard a few times when you think you're alone watching TV."

Abby turned bright red and walked out of the room, Doyle and I cracked up.

"Does she really do that?" he asked, we had moved on to the next video.

"Yeah, I've seen her a couple of times. Have you ever seen Lisa?"

"I've hardly ever seen her naked." (Lisa is Doyle's little sister, she was just starting Kindergarten.)

A couple of days later Doyle called and said he had gotten his dads number and password to a "site" and was on the way over. As we ran up the stairs to my room I called, "Hey, Abby, want to look at some porn with us?" I had not figured she'd take me up on it.

We screwed up a couple of times getting the upper and lower case letters into the sign on box but, after Abby complained and said she'd do it, we finally got into 'Twistys.com.' We watched a couple of videos of fucking, one guy blowing all over some sluts face, in another she takes it in the ass doggy style and then he cums on her ass crack. Then Doyle said, "Here's one Abby'll like." A blonde with small tits was on a bed with a hot pink dildo got herself off. It was a pretty good video and the room got quiet as she rubbed the phallus up and down her slit. Then she turned it and pushed it inside, blowing out with her eyes closed as she did.

"You ever do that?" I asked Abby.

"No...that's gross."

Doyle, laughing, pulled a thick highliter pen out of a cup on my desk. "Here, this ought to be about right for you."

Abby slapped it away out of his hand and on to the floor.

The girl was really getting into it now, reaming her pussy with the tool. With all the teasing, Abby hadn't left.

"Hey, Abby, why don't you show us how you do that?" I asked.

"NO!!"

Doyle just chimed in, "Come on, we know you'd like to."

"You're gross."

"Tell ya what. I'll let you use my PlayStation, as long as you take all your clothes off."

"No."

"I know," I said, "If you'll give us a show like in the video, I'll let you play any time you want for a week."

"No."

"I know, how bout if she makes a video?" Doyle said.

"Yeah, I'll get the video camera."

"No."

I sat down next to her. "Come on, Abby. You like that movie. Don't you think it'd be fun?"

"I can't do THAT with people watching."

"Two weeks," I said.

Doyle sat down on her other side.

"Come on Abby, it'll be fun."

"Not with you," she turned to him.

"I know," an idea had formed. "I'll set the camera up on the tripod in your room."

She sat quietly for a minute, watching the next video. In it a girl was laying on her back on top of a guy, his cock sliding rapidly in and out of her.

"Two weeks."

Doyle grinned at me, I know I also had a shit-eating grin on my face.

"You have to really make the movie ... just like she did or no deal."

With a lot of laughing between Doyle and I, we set up the camera in her room, at the foot of her bed. I had trouble finding a blank DVD but was really relieved to find some in the hall closet.

Doyle and I laughed as we made sure the aim and focus were correct, just to be sure I set up the power supply so we wouldn't be disappointed by dying batteries. I pushed the record button. Just before we left, Doyle put the pen on the bed. We went back into my room where Abby was playing a game.

"If you want to play more, you know what you have to do," I said.

Abby looked up at me. "Two weeks, right?"

"Yes."

"You heard him," she said to Doyle.

"Two weeks."

She got up and walked down the hall to her room. "You two go away," she said as she closed the door. Then I heard the lock. Doyle and I looked at each other and laughed, then headed down the stairs to raid the kitchen.

We were munching on a microwave pizza when Abby walked in the slapped a disk down on the counter. Then she turned and walked out. Doyle and I looked at either with surprised grins.

We had to fast forward through a couple of minutes of just her bed. We could hear ourselves laughing and joking, then Doyle's hand threw the pen into the middle of the bed. Our voices became distant, then the door closed.

Abby climbed onto the bed, sitting at the head. She looked at the pen and picked it up, inspecting it. Then she looked up at the camera, then out the window to her right, then back at the camera. She scrunched her face up and stuck her tongue out. "Two weeks, remember."

Then she lifted her butt off the bed, on her shoulders and feet, and pulled her red sun dress up over her hips to her stomach, showing us her white panties. She pulled her knees up and the shape of her pussy was outlined by the cotton (there was a shadow of a brown shit-skid below).

"Ok ..." She ran a finger over her panties, pushing the fabric in along her slit. Almost right away you could see her relax, her body loosened and sank down on the mattress. She concentrated with her fingertip where her clit would be while peering down, trying to see what she was doing. She stopped and pulled her dress up further to give her a better view, leaning way forward and looking down.

She dug a little harder at her panties, pushing them in her slit, still running her finger up and down. She seemed to have forgotten about the camera as her shoulders and arms began to rise and fall with deeper breaths. She tried to bunch her dress up more while still fingering herself but the large bunch of red fabric still got in her way.

She stopped, then looked at the camera and stuck out her tongue again, screwing her face up into the ugliest one she could. Then she smiled. "Ok, here's what you want." She pulled her dress off over her head and threw it off to the side. Next she lifted her ass and, with a saucy smile, pulled her panties down, over her knees, and off her feet. Then she threw them at the camera and half of the lens was covered. She moved her head from side to side, looking up at the camera.

"Can you see me?" she said.

She slid forward onto her hands and knees, still checking out the camera. She crawled to the edge of the bed and raised up on her knees. Her head, shoulders, and chest disappeared, leaving a wonderful view of her lower torso, her slightly rounded belly and soft thighs framed her full pussy lips. The camera shook slightly as the lens was uncovered. Now her cute face with brown eyes under short wavy blonde hair came into view.

"Ok, there you go."

She crawled back up the bed, giving a marvelous view of her clam peeking out below her round ass cheeks. Without knowing what a beautiful shot she had given, she spun around and sat back down, legs spread, knees up.

"Here, you want to see my girly?" she looked up at the camera with a smile. "These are my girly lips," she used two fingers to push her pussy open, "and this is my clitty," she pointed with her other hand at the pink nub. "It feels real good when I rub it." She put her fingertip on the small ridge of flesh, moving it back and forth. "And, down here," she pushed her finger lower, "is my vagina," the inner lips parted as she pushed her fingertip inside the opening. "That's where you guys want to put your peepees. Mommy says you guys always want to do that."

She leaned back as she went back to rubbing herself. Now with two fingers in her slit and her entire hand covering her vulva, she started moving her entire sex in a circular motion. Using her left hand on the bed behind her, she leaned forward, pushing her right knee into her forearm as she wiggled her snatch and also tried to watch at the same time. She was losing concentration as her body took over and she began to rock her hips. Her arm collapsed and she fell back on the bed, the other hand still plying her hairless pussy, her hips thrusting up against it. She made a whimpering sound as she made three hard thrusts of her hips, her skin flushing pink. For a moment she was suspended there, as if floating above the bed, then her orgasm ebbed and she slumped down, panting.

Doyle and I looked at each other, amazed grins on our faces. "Fuck ... that was HOT!!!" he said.

"Damn," was all I could say. I realized that my cock was making a tent in my sweat pants.

A noise from the DVD brought my attention back.

"Ok," she was sitting up again, "I guess it's time for me to try this now." Abby had picked up the pen and was looking at it, inspecting it. "I guess it's sort of like a peepee." She smiled up at the camera as she moved it down between her legs. "You want me to put it in like that lady in the movie."

She was sitting up again with her legs stretched out in front of her. She ran the bright yellow pen along her slit, parting her lips, rubbing it back and forth. She giggled a little, then pushed it a little harder against her clit.

As she rubbed the smooth plastic along her slit, she slowly lost awareness of the camera and concentrated more on her own feelings. The light wetness of her pussy, wetness from her two orgasms, made the yellow plastic shaft shine. She started to hump, holding the end of the pen with both hands as she plied her crotch with the phallus. She quickly came again, arching her back and shoving her hips into the air as another wave caught her.

Again she lay panting, her skin shining with sweat. Now, without looking at the camera, she again started rubbing the pen along her slit, but this time her movements were more tentative, more experimental. She raised her knees, still with her back flat on the bed, letting her legs flop out to the sides, spreading her little girl pussy wide. With her left hand she used two fingers to spread her lips wide, opening her vagina. Then, fumbling with the other hand, she guided the pen to the opening. Slowly she worked the pen at the opening to her little girl womb, pushing it in slightly, then adjusting the angle, then trying again. She fiddled with the pen, pointing it up toward her and gently pushed. The yellow shaft slid in.

"Ooooooo," she breathed as it disappeared inside her. She had to reposition her fingers a couple of times as she worked it up inside her. She stopped at the top, then moved it with short strokes in and out. She pushed it in as far as it would go, then pulled it out, her fingers measuring its depth. About an inch and a half of the shaft extended out from where she was holding it.

Suddenly she sat up, looking at the camera, and held the shiny pen up. "See, that's how far in it will go."

Then, again, she moved the pen down to her pussy and, adjusting the angle, leaning back on her free arm, she pushed it back inside herself, then started a slow and deliberate fucking.

"This is what you wanted, right Doyle?" she said.

She kept fucking herself with the pen but began to loose awareness again. The eight-year-old lay back again and, with her other hand, started fingering her clit while she continued to fuck herself with the highlighter.

With her flat on her back, her erect nipples could be seen, small pink cones above the white skin of her chest. She started to breath more deeply as she slid the phallus in and out of herself, her knees spread wide, her finger moving her darker pink clit in a circular motion. She was now started humping to meet her movements and she held her legs more stiffly. Again she whimpered, shoving the pen deep and slowing the movements of her clit. The wave passed over her as she held her ass slightly off the bed and humped against her hands, then she settled down, her legs flopping out like a frog, her hands relaxed, the pen still inside her. The rising and falling of her chest slowed.

When she went to sit up she made a squeak of pain, then leaned back and pulled the pen out of her pussy. She looked at it, then up at the camera with a sly smile. "Two weeks, remember."

She slid off the side of the bed, then the camera shook and the picture went blank.

Read the sequel: Doyle's Story.