Susie Foreman liked to play "You show me yours and I'll show you mine" as much as us boys. And we were in heaven--until she moved into the neighborhood, we had pretty slim pickings. There were a couple girls on my block who we could usually convince to lift their shirts, but they were only ten so it wasn't all that exciting and they would never drop their pants no matter how much we begged. Lisa Monroe, a girl that lived a few blocks away, would do pretty much anything we asked, but she was nine, and kinda chubby, so even though it was fun to get to look at her privates, it wasn't that great. And then there was Beth Lindholm, a beautiful lanky blonde ten year old that we were all in love with. She'd occasionally pull her pants down and let us look for a second or two before she pulled them back up, but she never wanted to look at our pricks; she'd just say, "Gross!" as we stood around her with our pants down to our knees, and only steal a couple of peeks at our little boners.

But that's not what it was like with Susie Foreman. She liked to drop her pants just as much as we did, and not just for a second or two--she let them fall to her ankles and then just stand there, sometimes even spreading her legs open a little bit to give us a really good look. And, since Susie was eleven, she actually had a little bit of hair, the only girl with any hair on her pussy that ever played the game with us. And almost as enjoyable for us was the fact that she loved to look at our pricks. She'd stand there with her pants around her ankles and survey the room, a big grin on her face as her eyes moved from one dick to the next, paying attention to each one and watching us all swell--quite literally--with pride. The only down side was that she'd never lift her shirt, no matter how much we begged and cajoled. Being eleven, she actually wore a bra and had something to show, but she was obviously embarrassed about it even though if she'd actually shown them to us, they would have been the most beautiful things we'd ever seen.

After we'd played the game with Susie a few times, it started to become obvious, to me at least, that there was one prick that attracted her attention more than all the others. I was twelve at the time, one of the older boys in our gang, and I'd started into puberty several months before Susie moved into the neighborhood. Most of the other boys had little kid dicks--bald, with their little balls stuffed tightly into a pale scrotum, their pricks standing up excitedly but pencil-thin and hardly more than a couple inches when fully erect. I, on the other hand, and I don't mean to brag here, just telling the truth, was starting to look a bit like a grown man. I wasn't exactly hairy but I had a nice batch above my cock. My testicles had grown substantially in the last six months, hanging down now in a nice reddish sack. And my prick, though still pretty small, was substantial, at least for a twelve year old, nice and thick and a proud four inches or more when my hard-on was raging.

Susie Foreman definitely noticed. I saw her eyes landing on my prick far more than all the others, and my little guy stood up at attention, showing himself off proudly to her. Once I realized that my member was the focus of her attention, what I wanted more than anything in the whole world was to get alone with Susie Foreman to play the game. But, being an inexperienced twelve year old, I couldn't just come out and suggest it.

As luck would have it, though, the opportunity presented itself the very next weekend. All us guys were playing in a baseball tournament, and my team got ousted in the very first round (we seriously sucked). So Susie Foreman and I hung around watching the other games. After a while, she's like, "I'm bored. You wanna get out of here?"

"Sure," I said.

"Let's go to my house and play ping-pong."

"'K."

We went down to her basement and played a few games of ping-pong. Then her mom made us some lemonade and we sat on the ping-pong table to drink it. Finally I worked up the nerve. "You want to play the game?"

A big grin spread across her face. "Yeah!"

Five seconds later I was standing in front of her and we were both pulling down our pants.

I was, by now, completely in love with Susie Foreman's pussy. She was a dark haired girl, and very pretty with twinkling dark eyes and a soft face. The more poetic among us would call her a raven-haired beauty, and the hair that graced her pubic mound matched perfectly, dark and shining. There wasn't much of it, not more than a inch or so of little curls above the top of her cleft, and as she stood there with her legs opened slightly I could see the cleft lead down to two reddish lips, lightly covered in just a few wisps of dark hair. It was truly the loveliest thing I'd ever seen.

She was grinning as she stared at me, and it was obvious that my admiration for her privates was fully reciprocated. I was at half-mast when I got my pants down and she watched as my cock twitched into a full erection.

"It's moving," she said.

"It's getting hard."

"Oh."

Once I was fully hard, I tensed the muscles in my crotch to make my penis move some more for her. He bounced up and down as I tensed and eased the muscles. Susie Foreman giggled excitedly.

Right then we heard someone walking above our heads and we quick pulled our pants back up and started playing ping-pong again.

A few days later I rode my bike by her house. I was hoping to find her outside but she wasn't out, so I rode around the block, working up the nerve to go ring her doorbell. She answered. "Oh, hi, Chris," she said.

"Hi," I said, "I thought maybe you'd want to play some ping-pong, or..."

She gave me a big grin. "Sure!"

When we got to her basement, she leaned against the ping-pong table. "My parent's aren't home," she said, smiling.

"Yeah?"

"Should we play the game?" she asked.

"Yeah!"

We had our pants down in a second, and she giggled, staring, as my cock twitched to a full erection again. I made him bounce again for her and she giggled some more. Then we stood there in silence for a minute, just staring at each other's privates. She broke the silence. "Have you ever ejaculated?"

Oh, fuck, what a question to ask a twelve year old boy. I had, of course, many times--I was masturbating regularly by now. In fact, I had just jacked off the night before, thinking about her pretty pussy the whole time. But of course I couldn't tell her that. "Yeah, a few times," I told her.

"Can I see it?"

"Huh?" That was about all I could say. The girl was asking me to jack off in front of her, for god's sake!

"You know, can I see you, can I watch you ejaculate?"

"I don't know..." I stammered. I was horrified, to be honest, at the idea of jacking off in front of a girl.

She gave me a sweet little vixen-like smile. "I'll show you my boobs."

"Huh?" I said again, sounding like an idiot.

"Come on," she said, "you guys are always wanting to look at my boobs. I'll let you look at 'em, if you let me watch you ejaculate."

Now, how could I turn that offer down? And I think she knew I couldn't, because she just immediately reached out and pulled her shirt up, grabbing her bra and pulling it up as well, and then she stood there holding her shirt and her bra up to her neck and letting me stare at her sweet little eleven-year-old breasts. They were the most adorable things I'd ever seen, nothing more than fleshy bumps on her chest, with amazingly light-pink little puffy nipples standing up smartly above the small bit of plump flesh that constituted what little there was of the young girl's breasts.

"Come on, your turn," she said after she let me stare for a couple seconds. She really didn't need to prod me, my balls were aching with excitement now, enough that any embarrassment I had was overridden by a powerful desire to relieve them of their load. I wrapped my hands around my cock and started jacking off.

It did not take me long. I was already a master practitioner, and I was thoroughly turned on at the sight of this young girl nearly naked in front of me. It took less than a minute for me to begin shooting off. Susie squealed with delight as she watched the first shot explode out of me, arching through the air in a big thick stream and landing on the floor four feet in front of me. Two more big shots fired out and arched to the floor, then a couple smaller ones, and then I just stood there feeling very foolish as the last bit of semen dripped off the end of my cock.

The feeling of foolishness quickly vanished when I looked at Susie Foreman. She was grinning broadly, her eyes wide as she stared at my cock, then at the mess I made on the floor, then back at my cock again. I was still embarrassed, to be sure, but I also felt a sense of pride at having been able to give the girl such a good show.

"Wow," she said reverently. "That was amazing!"

We pulled our clothes back on and Susie ran upstairs and grabbed some paper towels and she giggled as she wiped up the mess. As I stood above her, watching her on her hands and knees cleaning up the mess I'd made, I suddenly felt more like a man then I ever had before.

The next time Susie Foreman and I were alone, she didn't have to spend any time convincing me to jack off for her. There was nothing more I wanted in the world than to come in front of her again. And I didn't need to spend any time convincing her to show her boobs to me, either--she was wearing a little tank top and no bra and she pulled the thing right off and was completely topless. I started furiously jacking off and was just about ready to blow when she pipped up. "Do you think I could do it?"

"Huh?" I said, as big an idiot as ever.

"You know, do you think I could make you ejaculate?"

The thought of sweet Susie Foreman beating me off was just about enough to send me over the edge right then. I managed to control myself. "Um, yeah, sure," I stammered. I walked over--not easy with my pants around my ankles--and I stood in front of her. She wrapped her soft, cool fingers around my cock, the first time I'd ever been touched like that and it was wonderful. She'd been paying attention to what I did, and so had a pretty good idea of what was required of her, and I was so close to exploding already that it actually wasn't much of a challenge for her. She stoked it sweetly, pulling my skin towards her, then back, then towards her again.

"It's so hard," she said quietly, looking down at my cock as she stroked it.

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna ejaculate," I hissed breathlessly. She grinned and kept her eyes glued to my head, like she wanted to witness the very instant that my semen exploded out of me. Only a few more strokes of her wonderful feminine hands, and my body started bucking, an amazing reaction like I'd never had before.

"Oh god!" I shouted as I began to orgasm.

I was standing right in front of her, the head of my cock no more than a foot from her belly and pointed right at it. The first shot exited me with amazing force, splatting hard against her belly and showering us both with little drops of semen in the blow-back. Another shot hard against her, and another; she had her mouth open wide and her eyes even wider and she continued to stare at my cock erupting onto her.

She stopped stoking me when I finished, but still held onto my cock, her hands slippery with come. She pulled it towards her, forcing me to lean in. "That was amazing," she said softly, looking up at me, our faces only inches apart. Then she leaned her face toward me and I leaned mine toward her and we kissed. The first kiss of my life.

A few days later, we were laying in the grass at the park; we'd just been kissing for quite a while--our newest game--and my mouth was tingling wonderfully and she had her head on my stomach.

"Do you ever think about having sex?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said. Damn right I do!

"With me?"

"Yeah."

She lay there quietly for a while. "I wish my parents weren't home," she said softly. "Then we could go back to my house and..." Her voice trailed off.

"And what?" I asked, rather stupidly. Maybe I just wanted to hear her say it for real.

"And you could have sex with me."

"Really?" I tried not to sound too excited, but I obviously didn't do a very good job of it.

She just smiled at me and then lay back and closed her eyes.

It's amazing how hard it is to get a house to yourself when you are twelve years old and have a girl that's willing to let you have sex with her. We kissed a lot, all the time, whenever we got the chance, and I tried not to act too frustrated by the wait, but it was very difficult for me, I'm sure you can understand.

Finally, weeks after our initial conversation, the phone rings.

"Chris, it's your girlfriend!" my little sister hollers up the stairs.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Chris," Susie's voice comes through the line. "My parents just left to go shopping for the next couple hours. You wanna come over?"

We lay on her bed and kissed for a while, our hands running all over each other's bodies. She looked nervous. "Do you promise to be careful?" she asked.

"I promise."

"'Cause I've heard it hurts a lot," she said.

"I won't hurt you."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"And you can't, you know, ejaculate inside me, 'cause I might get pregnant."

"I know."

"Promise?"

"Promise!"

She gave me a little smile, sorta feeble, not her usual enthusiastic grin, and she slipped her pants and panties off and lay back on her bed. She spread her legs open, and as I quickly pulled my pants off.

I got the most wonderful view of her eleven-year-old pussy, the whole thing now, pouty red lips dusted with dark pubic hair, and a whole lot of stuff that my twelve-year-old brain had no idea what any of it was.

I climbed on top of her and started fumbling around, having absolutely no idea what I was supposed to do. Susie had no idea either, but she had the advantage of knowing her own anatomy better than me, so after a while she sort of pushed me off and was like, "Here," in a rather forceful, maybe even annoyed, tone. She grabbed my cock and reached down to her pussy with her other hand and pulled me in towards her.

The next second, I was overwhelmed with the most incredible feeling on the head of my cock. I don't know which was the most incredible--her warmth, her wetness, or the softness of the skin inside her vagina. I was suddenly overcome with some sort of primal, instinctive drive, and I pushed with all my might into her.

"Ow!" she yelled, and pushed me off of her. "That hurt!"

"I'm sorry!"

"I thought you said you were gonna be careful!"

"I'm sorry!" I said again, pleading with her. "I'll be more careful!"

"I don't know," she said, rolling over onto her side.

"Please? I promise I'll be more careful!"

"You better be," she said, not smiling, as she rolled onto her back again.

She helped my cock find his mark again, and then I was very careful as I tried to push into her again. I managed to get my head into the folds of her vagina--a most amazing feeling--but whenever I pushed in any further, she would complain that it hurt and I would have to ease up my pressure.

We kept this up for several minutes. "I don't think this is going to work," she said eventually, the sense of annoyance back in her voice.

I had to admit it seemed to me that she was right.

"Please just let me try a little bit more," I pleaded with her.

"OK," she said, still sounding annoyed, "a little bit more." She turned her head to the side and stared at the wall, and I got the distinct impression that she was bored. That made me kind of angry, and furthermore I'd already started to realize that, despite my promise to be careful, I couldn't get into her without hurting her--maybe even hurting her quite a lot.

So, feeling a little angry and frustrated, I started pushing into her harder. She grimaced but didn't say anything yet, just kept staring at the wall.

I pushed in again, harder still. She closed her eyes tight.

"It hurts," she said.

I ignored her and pushed in again.

"I said it hurts!"

She looked at me and put her hands on my chest to push me away. I didn't care, I was bigger than her, enough that she really couldn't push me off. I pushed in again, this time using all my might.

"OW!" she yelled. "It hurts!" She pushed hard against my chest but that just gave me another shot of adrenaline and I slammed hard into her. I felt something give way inside her; meanwhile she relaxed her arms a bit and just let out a little whimper.

I still had little idea what I was supposed to do, but my instincts were guiding me as best they could, and I began to copulate with her, more gentle now, sliding my cock in and out of her little pussy. With all the adrenaline coursing through my body, it was really a short-lived bit of love-making and I had to pull out rather quickly to make sure I didn't come inside her. I timed my exit well--my cock exploded the instant I pulled out of her, the first shot firing across her shirt and onto her chin, the next one again across her shirt and onto her cheek. I managed after that to get control of myself and aimed my cock down so that I finished onto her belly, soaking her shirt with semen.

She looked at me, a bit of my come dripping down her face. "That hurt."

"I'm sorry."

"You said you'd be careful."

"I'm sorry."

"You're a bastard." She rolled over on her side and didn't look at me, but I could tell she was crying. I felt terrible as I put my pants on, then I leaned over her and brushed my hand against her cheek, wiping off a tear and some of my come.

"Go away," she said. "Leave me alone."

"Susie..."

"Go away!"

It took a few days before she'd even talk to me again, but eventually I did manage to get her to meet me at the park. She was sitting with her knees up to her chin, her arms wrapped around her legs.

"Why did you do it?" she asked.

I wanted to tell her that I was frustrated, that I was overcome by some instinctual urge, that we both knew that I'd never have gotten in her without hurting her. "I don't know," was all I managed to say.

"'Cause you're a jerk," she said.

"Yeah, I guess so."

She sat there silently and plucked at the grass. "Well," she said after a while, "they say it doesn't hurt as much the second time."

"Really?" I could hardly control my happiness at those words.

She looked up at me and smiled--the first time she'd smiled at me in days. "I bet you'd like to find out!"

"Can I?"

"Maybe--if you're really nice to me."

I was really, really nice to her.