Party Peice

My brother got a go-cart for his birthday, again. Big surprise, he was the Power Wheels boy, so every year he got a new one.

So, I had to go down to the trails, and watch him give his friends rides, in case there was an accident. Somebody to call 911, though how they’d get an ambulance out there. It’s not just off road, those little things go down trails even a 4×4 like a Jeep won’t fit down. Maybe they could land a helicopter on the hill?

At least this one didn’t smell like a lawn mower, or a chainsaw, leaf blower. Sitting down on the gas tank, it’s just plain gasoline, instead of mixed with oil so it stinks more than diesel. For some reason, I got this stupid idea about flying a leaf blower, but one of those big backpack ones with the hose that comes around under your arm?

So, I got my phone out, and wished again mom, and dad got me an ultra-light or something. “It’s not safe,” they said. Oh, but giving a 12 year old a Rotax and 4 wheels to show off with his friends is?

“Is that a parachute?” Apparently, one of the boys got tired of waiting for his turn in the passenger seat, and climbed up to look over my shoulder.

“Yeah, kinda. Paramotor, or PPG, but that just means Powered Paraglider, so Paramotor makes more sense.”

“You got one of those?”

“Huh! No, I wish.”

“Well, maybe when you’re in high school.”

“I am, a sophomore in high school. I’m 15, in 10th grade?”

“Oh sorry, I just assumed you’re twins, since I saw you at the birthday party.”

So, that’s how I met Donald, and it turns out he was more interested in ultralights than dirt bikes, and offroad racing. I pointed out that the new one had a Rotax engine, just like the most popular Paramotors, but then I showed him the Tandem ones, so you can get a training flight with an instructor.

Pretty much in his lap, but finally they ran out of gas. So, they sent someone up to grab the gas can, and when I stood up, I noticed that Donald was a little taller. So, he could kiss me on the forehead, if he wanted to.

So, I blushed, but I guess the rumor about us being twins had something to do with the fact that the little brat was growing taller than me. I pretty much stopped growing this year, while he just started, so eventually he’s going to be my big little brother. I guess, but that explains why we don’t go to the same school. Since I started middle school, then moved onto high school before he even finished 6 grade.

“Uh,” I shook my head, and grinned nervously. “How about you?” He’s 13, and tall, and he just started 8th grade, so he’s looking forward to high school next year, and maybe dating a teenager, like me. “Well, maybe you don’t have to wait, until next year?”

I turned away, but he came up behind me, smelled my hair, and bent over to kiss my neck. All of a sudden, I was in his arms, and necking right out in the open. Standing on the hill overlooking the BMX trails around it, but of course the dirt bikes, and 4 wheelers use it too, if they’re not too big.

I can’t believe it happened so fast, but I have the same problem at school. I still look like a freshman, if not a middle school girl that somehow passed, because I’m a genius or whatever, when I’m definitely no genius. At least if my math grades are anything to go by, but he just felt my tummy, and my hips.

Mostly, but with his arms under mine, he kept bumping my bra with his biceps, and while you can’t really see anything through the top of this baggy dress, I sure could feel something hard, against my back. Also, slutty AF. I mean, I just met the guy, not even an hour or 2 ago, and now I’m in heat. Humping my butt up against his lap like a bitch in heat, and pulling his hands up to cup my bra.

“Huh!” He breathed hard on my ear, and stopped playing with my earlobe between his lips. “Hhuhuhuh!” His hands went limp, but I held them up, and turned to see the look on his face, but sure enough. it looked like it hurt, until he smiled, and his eyes smiled too, but his eyebrows curled down in the sides. “Huh! Huh!” He panted, and let go. “I need to sit down.”

He wet his pants, and I got a second to take a look at myself. I was a little disappointed at first, that he didn’t last, and all it took was a couple handfulls of bra for him to blow it. But then, I realized how horny that was, and if it weren’t for all those boys around, I probably would have stripped naked to jump his bone, and get pregnant right then and there.

I heard the word slut, and yeah I even said it when I was jealous of girls. Even younger than me getting boyfriends, and attention from boys, but not creepy old men like I usually get. So, he’s young, and predictably blew it early, before I did something really stupid, and turned into a total slut.

But on the other hand, that just left me horny, and unsatisfied. Normally, I’d find someplace quiet, and private enough to take care of it, but that wasn’t happening today. Finally, he caught his breath, and said “You better take me home.”

“Yeah,” I decided that he wasn’t going to have a wreck, unless somebody talked him into driving it, because he’s been driving real go carts with real engines for 4 years now, and while he drives fast. Like racecar fast, he doesn’t want to bust up the new go cart, any more than he wants to break his neck, or his friend’s rolling over without a helmet, because he only has one. “Where do you live?”

It turns out he’s right around the block, and he just showed up, because he heard the Rotax out at the trails, so he went to check it out. He’s not one of my brother’s friends, even though they go to the same school, and ride the same bus, which is a big plus. It’s bad enough putting out on a first date, but going out with my brother’s friend is probably too far. I would think, if I wasn’t too horny with all the blood rushing out of my head to my womb, hungry for a baby, NOW!

Good thing he recovered quickly, so we pulled up, and he invited me in. To show me around the house, not meet his family which weren’t there, but we went right back to his room. He was on the bottom bunk, and his big brother (Turns out he went to the same school as me, but I don’t know everyone around our neighborhood.) was off at a game, or something or other.

But Don sat down on his bed, so I got up straddling his lap where I could kiss him, rub my bra against his chest, and he could reach up the back to unhook it, through my dress. He surprised me, because he even did it easily, like he’d done this before, when he at least implied that he’d never gone out with a teenage girl like me before.

I don’t know, and I didn’t care, but as soon as that let go, I grunted, and stopped kissing to get some air. “Uh, god I’m so hot!”

He lay back, and pulled up my dress. “Then why don’t you take this off?” He helped me, and looked right at my chest, when I slipped my arms out of my bra straps.

“Huh, I know they’re not that big.”

“Oh, no. They’re great, I love them.” He felt up my ribs, and rubbed my nipples hard with his thumbs, so I scooted around to press the hardness into my panties, and split them wide open over his fly.

“Uh, huh!” I dry humped him, and rubbed the damp cotton into my clit-hood quickly, until all the pent up sexual tension just broke free, and I finally had the most satisfying orgasm of my whole life.

So far, of course. I’d never been with a boy (Or girl) before, so it added so much passion, and emotion to the mix. So, when it boiled over, it was just overwhelming, but finally I found myself panting, and wondering if I passed out?

I kissed his neck, and rolled over, still sideways on the bed. He got up, and opened his pants, so I turned around, and pulled his pillow out to stuff under my head, and neck. I finally got to see it, and I’m not going to lie about the size. I’ll be nice, he’s pretty long for a middle school boy. He’s tall too, but we’re not talking about an 8″er.

I didn’t care, and he hadn’t changed out of his dirty underwear yet. So, I could already taste the tangy spunk from his first orgasm with me on the hill. “Uh, fuck, yeah.” He slowly pumped it in and out, so his balls dragged up, and flopped down off the pillow right in front of my eye, but it took a really long time.

I even rolled back, to put his hand back on my chest, hoping that would trigger my first facial, but that didn’t work. He kicked off his shoes, and his pants. So, he could get on the bed, with his knees on either side of the pillow, and I even got up so his feet were under my armpits, so he could fuck my face.

“Mh mh!” This time, his balls dragged up, and down my chin, and I got a great view of his tummy. Sucking in, and puffing out with his short excited breathing.

“Uh, I’m.” He pulled out, and sat on my chest. “Close.” He hissed through clenched teeth, and I just watched his fingers glide up and down, slick with spit until finally he started shaking. Clenching his butt cheeks up on my flat chest, and I even saw the first shot squirt out over my hair, forehead, and run down the side of my nose. “HuhuhuhHhH!” He got up, so I could kiss his balls, then he shook it on my face, and let go so I could kiss it. Suck it in 1 last time, and taste the last drop run out, before it flopped, and ran down my chin.

“Hmn!” I licked my lips, and wiped the rest off my face, to suck off my fingers, but then I heard him in the bathroom. The shower started up, so I kicked off my shoes, and underpants to join him. He washed the spunk out of my hair first, then tried fingerblasting me, and finally he got down in the bottom of the bathtub to lick me out while I held his head, and humped it.

Not to another climax, he needed more practice than he did unhooking my bra, but I just stopped wearing them to sneak off, and see him. The sex was great, but we started making plans for something even better. I saved up from work for paraglider lessons, but then I turned 16, and my parents surprised me by buying me some. So, I could afford to take my boyfriend, and it was such a thrill.

We ran off behind a hanger, and he brought rubbers this time, so we could make love. All the way, our first time, so technically I was no longer a virgin, but you know how the tandem harness is basically hanging in the pilot’s lap? I even got horny thinking about our instructor, and I hate to say it, but there was a real man.

My boyfriend is still young though, and he’s all ready tall, so he’s shaping up to be a pilot like him, and I can’t wait for him to get his license, so we can try for the mile-high club, with a paraglider! As much pleasure as we get out of sex, and as much of a thrill it is flying, I bet those 2 put together would be the best thing I can think of.

So far, but again, we’re young. So, we have years, and years to come up with something even better!

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