Hump Day

When I was little, I liked to ride things because it felt good, but I didn’t know why. Until a couple of boys showed me how to do it. #Frotteurs

There was a [No Running No Horseplay] sign up, and the boys saw me humping a plastic log. Honestly, why they would put a sign like that, in a playground is still beyond me, but I was just tuning everything out. Really getting into it, because the plastic bark had these creases cut into it, I could feel through my pant-legs.

“Ha ha, no horse play!” Then, 2 older boys snapped me out of it, pointing, and laughing.

I blushed, because honestly I was getting hot in there. One of those indoor playgrounds at a fast food place. You had to buy something to go in there, but it was only about 5 bucks for lunch, and an indoor playground.

So, I saved it for a rainy day and like I said, they had these plastic logs around the ball pit. You’re supposed to climb over it, but I got one leg over, and I was just fine. Right here, humping it in front of everyone, oblivious about how it looked.

If I was daydreaming about anything sexy, I don’t remember what. I suppose I was attracted to the same “Romantic” things, it was okay for little girls to think about, like muscular horses running through the tall grass, with their mains, and tails swinging in the breeze, and the sunlight shining down so the shiny highlights made them seem to sparkle.

Then, they picked me up, and sat down with me in the ballpit. I looked back and forth, confused, but they felt down in their laps under the balls, and why do they call it that? Not just horseplay, but a ball-pit. Come on, guys. Are we supposed to be innocent, and sexless until we’re over 18 (Which is way too old for a playplace) or are you intentionally putting up signs for dirty minded boys to make dirty jokes about?

“Hey, no shoes in the ball pit!” I realized they didn’t take them off, and put them in the cubbies neatly like they’re supposed to, but they kept looking back at each other, then back at me. They didn’t even say anything, it was like twins have this silent communication, that people think makes them psychic, when really they just think exactly alike, and they’re just checking with each other, so they don’t have to say anything.

They just nodded, and took my hands. Both hands, they put them in their laps, and said they wouldn’t tell the manager I was horse-playing if I didn’t tell on them for wearing shoes in the ball pit. I was still trying to figure out the rule against horse-play, but I felt around their pant-legs until I found one of their zippers open, and the button on 1 side.

“Huh!’ I looked over at him, and he grinned. Then, he told his friend “She found it.”

“What?” then his friend took my other hand, and put it right down the open front of his pants. “What is that?” I felt his junk through his underwear, and then I jerked my hand out when I felt it move. I laughed, “What’s that in your pants?”

“Sh,” his friend leaned over, ‘keep quiet.’ He looked around, because it was a rainy day, and there were kids all over the place. Running around, climbing on stuff, sliding down, the whole place was crowded, but instead of having a ballpit with a net around it, the whole back of it was just filled in with balls, big plastic balls so you could practically swim in between the legs holding up the platforms and stuff, without getting wet.

“What is it?” I felt around in his underwear, until I could turn it around, because it was just hanging chubby, until I realized that “It’s your wiener?”

“Sh!” they both looked at each other, and around to see if anybody heard me, but then a little girl ran overhead, and I could tell she was like a toddler, because I could see right up her skirt, and her big girl diaper. (Pull-ups, they’re like a diaper shaped like real underwear, or senior undergarments. Honestly, I had a grandmother that wore old-lady diapers, but I’d seen the “I’m a big girl now!” pull-ups commercials)

“Wait,” I looked back, and forth, turning the first boy’s around, so it stuck straight up in his pants, but they didn’t touch me. Since they picked me up, and carried me through the ball pit to the front window. Which was the back of the playplace, but that was in the front of the store, so the whole playground was up above us, and it was actually a pretty long way back to the plastic logs, holding them in.

“I thought you said your’s is bigger.”

He grinned, “It’s getting bigger!”

“Huh, it is!” It was growing harder, and I giggled, naughtily. I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be holding their privates, any more than they were supposed to be looking up toddler’s skirts, underneath the playground. Whoever designed it to compete with MacDonalds across the street, really didn’t plan for perverted boys, that were clever enough to use the plastic balls to cover up their boners.

“You have to go to the bathroom?”

“No,” they looked at each other, and grinned.

“We’re just fine, right here.”

I shook my head, because they copied me, And I didn’t realize I was talking to myself. Humping the log, and daydreaming out loud.

“How do you, boys.” I finally stuck my thumb in 1 flap “Get them out? I swear, these flies are like a puzzle!”

“Well,” the one on my left had to stick his fingers in, and pull it out of the way. “Usually it’s not so hard when we’re taking a piss.”

I giggled at the dirty word, but then they started mumbling dirty words really. I kept on giggling, but they were sitting really close, and they didn’t even bother telling any jokes. It was just the punch-line, ass, tits, dick, and balls. Just wordy dirds like those, to keep me giggling, and playing with their boners under the ball-pit. I didn’t know how to do it, hell I wasn’t even aware that I was masturbating yet. If you just hump a log or a pillow, you’re not playing with yourself, you’re just. Well, playing with yourself, but you don’t think about it, if you don’t use your fingers.

Finally, one of the boys grabbed my arms, and lay back. He picked me up, and the other boy got behind me. He felt my legs, and up the front of my pants, but I had to show him. “No,” I turned, and he let me go, so I had to take his hand. “They unbutton on the side.” But I could already feel his friend’s dick, brushing my leg, so I could wiggle my hips, and sit down on it. “Oh!” I finally got it, in more ways than one, but these pants had seams down the outside of the pant legs, and another one right up the middle.

“You want a ride,” he said under the balls, “Ride this.” He pushed hand pulled me to guide me along, but as soon as I felt it. Split me wide open, and fit right in, like it belonged there. Well, not really, but pretty dang close, if you think about it. My undies even felt dry in the front, but damp in the back. I swear, I could almost feel the threads in the cotton, but these were winter undies. So, they were actually pretty thick heavy cotton, but still pretty small threads. So, I probably just imagined that part, but the other boy got his hands in my pants.

Front, and back, he stuck his thumb down my butt, and wiggled it in my crack before he pulled them out, and slipped his fingers in. He just stuck his fingers right in the front.

“He, man!” The other boys jumped. I heard him saying ‘don’t. Touch, my , dick…”

But that jump, must have slipped the hood off my clit, because I felt the surprisingly rough feeling cotton, directly on my hard tiny little sensitive spot, and “OH!” I threw my head back hard enough to hit the boy in the collarbone. Then, the world just stretched out, in space and time, or my brain probably short circuited. I don’t know, but that triggered my first real orgasm, and everything sped up. Slowed down, and there was all kinds of backround noises to wonder at. The trip-trapping of little feet overhead, and their voices.

His hot breath on my ear, shallow, and excited, but he picked me up, and pulled down my pants. His friend helped me lift my knees up, so I was squatting, and the other boy straddled his lap behind me.

“Huh!” I fell over when they let me go, and balls rolled out of the way like a splash, but it was really hot under there. Especially his body, and the smell of his shirt is something I can just close my eyes to remember. He smelled my hair, kissing the top of my head too, but it was dark, and I dimly remember the other boy hot-dogging my buns. Squeezing both cheeks together to rub it up, and down my crack, but it felt so far away. I was enjoying all these new wonderful feelings, and starting to realize why I’d been doing that all along.

I guess I was thinking about riding horses, but let’s be honest. Horses are big, hairy, beautiful, and a stand-in for men. Just like the Big Bad Wolf is a stand in for bad men, “Why grandma, what a big dick you have!”

“All the better to rape you with!”

“EEEEEK! Nahehihihn!” I blinked, and shook my head, but another little girl just kept running past, and I don’t know whether or not I actually passed out.

“Hhuhuh!” He was back behind me, only with my head turned to listen to one boy’s heart beat, he breathed right in my ear, really loud. “Huh uh!” He grunted, and I even felt his dick twitch, but it was a dry orgasm. They both were, they were older, but not that much older. Honestly, IDK, I don’t even remember how old I was. So, it’s hard to measure their dicks compared to my tiny little hands, but they didn’t have any hair on them. If I touched their bare balls naked, I don’t remember that either, but when they got done.

We sat up, and they zipped up their pants. So, I had to pull up my panties, and push balls out of the way to fix my pants on the side. It’s not as easy, or maybe I just didn’t have as much practice, because boy’s pants button the right way, and they pretty much button the same. Also, they were at least a couple years older, so they got a head start, so they climbed out over the log, and high 5ed.

No telling how many girls they made a sandwich with before me, to get their communication down to looks, and nods like that. They just left me alone, and I never saw either one of them again. I had to push my knees through the balls when they piled up in front of me. Really more like walking in deep snow than water, when I thought about it, but I only made it to the edge, and halfway over the plastic logs, so I could sit down.

Only this time, I knew why I was humping it, and I just had to close my eyes, to remember the way his sweat smelled, soaking through his warm damp shirt. “Snh, huh!” The way his heart beat out of control, and then it slowed down. The way his dick went soft between my legs after I lay down, so his friend could hump my butt.

I thought I knew what this feeling was now.

It felt like love.

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