Princess

From childhood, I always played secretly with my uvula in my room. I had copied that from mommy. One morning Fred came surprisingly quietly crept into my room and I immediately covered myself frightened with the blanket.

"You can go ahead and cover up again, I don't bite and I know what you're doing anyway," he laughed.

"So, what am I doing?" I asked suspiciously.

"You keep rubbing until it twitches!" he said confidently.

I assumed that he knew everything. I uncovered myself again, I had lost.

"Don't be a frog," he said. "You have to lie down like you always do, legs bent and spread, so I can see everything!"

I obeyed, he was right, and I certainly didn't want to be a frog. He sat down on the bed so that he could see right into my cleft. His look told me to do it again.

I put my index finger on my uvula and rubbed really fast until it twitched hard and violently after a minute.

He was very pleased, he said. How often do I do it in a row? he asked. I said every morning before I got up. He laughed. No, how many times in a row in the morning? I thought a while. I didn't know. Ten times? Twenty times? he asked, but I just didn't know.

"Okay," he said. "When are you going to stop?" That was easy. "When Mommy calls me for breakfast."

He scratched his head. "Okay, then do it a few more times until you're tired!"

And that was fine, I kept going, once, twice and ten times, it twitched and fidgeted always very fast. He had moved very close and was bending over my uvula. "I just want to see it up close," he reassured me. I was relieved, that's fine I said and continued, I think the sixth time. If he could put his finger on it when it twitched, he asked. "Okay," I said. "Just put your finger on my uvula," I said, "it's about to twitch soon!" So he did.

So he put his finger on my uvula every time it twitched. He now came every morning, put his finger on my uvula when it twitched and counted how many times it twitched, 15 or 20 times, until I was tired of twitching.

One morning he asked me if I wanted to see something special. I nodded of course, I was curious after all.

He took off his pants. Well, that looked funny! He didn't have a uvula, but something else. I asked him. "That's my cock," he said, "we lads have a cock, you girls have a pussy, a fuckhole!"

I protested that I didn't have one! But he laughed and took my finger from my uvula, guiding it deeper. "That's your pussy right there," he said, and it was true. He was two years older than me and very smart.

Then I was allowed to touch his cock. It was warm and throbbing. He explained everything, foreskin, glans and the shaft. The little bag with the two eggs was unimportant. I was allowed to hold his cock. He would get hard, he said, just watch. He palpated my uvula and rubbed a little bit, and the cock really got stiff.

I could go on seven, he said, and I rubbed the uvula, eight. It twitched and he held the stiff cock on my uvula. "Better than using my finger," he said. I nodded, it's okay, then nine and ten. At 14 he told me not to be scared because his cock was going to squirt upon the uvula, I should just keep going like I always do. At 16 I felt him squirt a warm liquid on my uvula, but I still twitched at 16 and then I continued, 17, 18. At 26 I was dead tired after twitching and I stopped. Fred gave me a paper handkerchief to wipe off the viscous liquid.

This is how we did it every morning. I held his cock until it was stiff and continued with the uvula. He always squirted at different times. Sometimes at 12 or 16 or 28, it was always different.

It was getting to be spring and it was my birthday.

It went wonderfully every morning, we were already long finished when Mommy called for breakfast.

Whether he can show me something new, Fred asked one morning. I curious as ever. "You can also rub my cock like the clit until it twitches and squirts," my hero said. I was dumbfounded. Why didn't I know that?

"I'll show you how to do it," he said, looking at me questioningly. I nodded, I had to know, absolutely!

I had to hold his cock and wait for it to get hard. "Now you grab the shaft tightly and rub up and down," he said. "The foreskin will be pulled over the glans as you do this, back and forth. Then it will squirt!"

Nothing easier than that. I pulled up and down once, the foreskin was pulled over the glans and back again.

Nothing happened.

He laughed. "Do you rub your uvula only once?" he asked, grinning. "You have to rub my cock as hard and as fast and as vigorously as you rub your uvula!" I nodded understanding.

So I learned to rub his cock. At first he corrected that I needed to rub harder and faster. But I learned it that morning. It squirted and we wiped it away with the paper tissue. He puffed a little and told me to rub the uvula. One, two and ten. Then I was allowed to let him squirt again, and again at twenty. At 28 I stopped, I didn't feel like it anymore and was tired from all the twitching.

Fred hugged me very sweetly and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "You did it very, very right, my princess!" he whispered, and I blushed. No one had ever called me princess before. "Back in the morning?" he asked and I nodded.

This is how we did it every morning. I made him squirt, then again at my 10 and 20. I always stopped before 30 because I was tired and it was already taking too long, at 25 it usually went really hard and took way too long.

He called me princess, but only in the mornings.

One morning after my number 12, Fred asked what I knew about fucking. I stopped in surprise my clitrubbing. "Fucking?" I asked back, "you mean the .... Child making?" He nodded.

"I don't know much," I said truthfully. "Daddy and Mommy are all lovey‐dovey and cuddling together and then the baby grows in Mommy's tummy," I said uncertainly, because it was certainly very unseemly to talk about.

"Man, you have no idea at all," he exclaimed, "unbelievable! In our century, every kid knows!" he snorted and calmed down. He explained everything in detail. The cock, the pussy and the long thrusting. The semen and then the baby, pregnancy and birthgiving. But only if the woman is already an adult. If we children do fuck, there is definitely no baby, no way! And Fritz and Katrin, Sepp and Trudchen, they all fuck already, he lied with fervor. "Well, how about it?" That was an honest question.

I felt insecure and told him so. "So, why do they even do it?" I asked. He looked to the sky in exasperation. "Oh, all gods!" he exclaimed, and I guessed that I had asked something really stupid. "Because it's a lot more fun than rubbing, because you're doing something grown‐up, and of course because it's forbidden, Princess!" The 'princess' clinched it. "Okay," I said, "and after we fucked, I'll call you my prince!" How long I had waited for this moment! He nodded absently, then we laughed.

"Something first, princess!" he said. "You're still a virgin, you've never fucked before. The first time I fuck you, when I put my cock in your pussy, it may hurt a little, like a bee stinging, no more. Okay?" I nodded, a bee sting I knew. "After the second time it doesn't hurt at all and then comes the big fun part, it's even better than the rubbing!"

I asked him if he had ever done it like Fritz and Sepp, the fucking? He was silent for a moment and shook his head, "but I've read all about fucking and watched some porn too!" He had to promise to show me porn too sometimes.

We talked it out in detail. At 10 he would put his cock in my pussy and I should go right on, 11, 12, 13 and‐so‐on. I nodded, that was a good recipe. I started with 1 and 2 right after that and up to 9. I continued excitedly, Fred was patiently waiting with his stiff cock in front of my pussy.

"Ten is coming to me right now," I whispered hoarsely and was already starting to twitch. He must have penetrated in the middle of 10's twitching, but I was so buffeted by the twitching 10 that I didn't even feel the bee sting. When I finished twitching in 10 I paused, it was quite an unfamiliar feeling to feel the warm cock in my pussy. He whispered, "11, 12!" and I quickly continued. He thrust slowly but firmly, in and out, in and out, in and out. 11 came again with mad wriggling and he pushed and pushed, but I made 12 and in the middle of the violent wriggling of 12 he squirted his warm juice in my pussy.

He literally fell to the side. He was still panting a lot, but he immediately asked if the bee sting had hurt much? I shook my head, "I didn't feel it at all, my prince!" We both had to laugh. I went right on, another 12.

I was totally thrilled with the fucking right away. It was really much stronger, the wriggling and twitching while fucking. He needed a little break and I quickly made another 13 and 14, then his cock was stiff again and we fucked again. I did after the second fucking until 23, then I was very tired and had enough. Fucking! That was really beautiful! Tomorrow morning again, my prince!

Fred woke me up very early. I had to be very quiet, we go to spy! We tiptoed down the corridor to the little window of the guest room. He opened the plywood shutter to the window, which was a Venetian mirror, transparent only on one side. We had to bend over and it probably looked ridiculous how the two of us pressed our noses against the glass and stuck our asses out.

Fred's uncle was sleeping with his mouth open, Aunt Anni had just come back from peeing. She was slim and had huge, full breasts unlike mine, which were still quite small. Anni lay down in bed and threw the covers to the floor. She put her legs up and angled them sideways. I was amazed when she pulled back the foreskin of her clit. Her clit was dark red and much larger than mine. I don't know why, but I stared at her face while she masturbated. She always started with a nice, expectant smile, then got a really idiotic look on her face when she sped up. She'd get a mindless, stupid grin and stare with wide‐open cow eyes in the air when she orgasmed, and her face would contort into a stupid grimace in orgasm. She quickly began to masturbate and quite soon had an orgasm. She squinted her eyes with a stupid grin, rolled her eyes to the heavens and pressed her head on the pillow several times in her orgasm. After a few moments, she masturbated again, a really silly and stupid grin on her face. Fred breathed in my ear that he had to fuck now and I nodded, I was already after my 4. He spread my ass cheeks apart and gently penetrated from behind. My orgasms were much stronger than usual when he fucked me and I had to suppress my screams of pleasure.

Uncle Karl woke up when Anni was beginning to orgasm for the third time again. He waited standing in front of her with his huge morning glory, watching her masturbate and squirt a few thick jets on her pussy until Anni was done wriggling and twitching with her crooked doofy grin and they nodded to each other, then he went to pee. He came back rubbing his cock and kneeled down between Anni's legs. We could see her pussy and his cock very clearly. Fred penetrated my pussy again, that felt soo damn good!

Anni smiled now like an idiot, grabbed his big and thick cock and guided it to her pussy. I found, that Anni always had a stupid and idiot expression on her face during sexual activity, with a silly and stupid grin. I held my breath because it made me all hot when the thick cock widened Annis pussy and penetrated it powerfully. I came at 10, jerked violently and wriggled horny. Fred's fine fuck intensified my orgasm immensely. Karl thrust in half a dozen times and pulled his cock out again. Then he rammed it powerfully into Anni's pussy and squirted one single jet into her. Five or six times he kept pulling it out and ramming it back in to squirt one single jet into her pussy. Then he lay down next to Anni.

Annis pussy still showed for a while a big hole left by Karl's cock. It contracted again when Anni started to masturbate with a horny, silly and stupid grin in her face. She closed her eyes in pleasure and Karl rubbed his cock very slowly but firmly. From time to time he squirted a thick jet on Anni's pussy. He rubbed his cock for quite a long time and probably squirted a full, thick jet on her pussy 10 or 15 times, which apparently didn't bother her. She twitched every time and nodded to him with a really stupid grin while orgasming and continuing her masturbating. Anni got four orgasms with a really stupid grin in her face while twitching and fidgeting until Karl stopped squirting.

He knelt between Anni's legs again. She pulled the hood over her clit all the way back until her clit stood out big and stiff. It was all covered with his cum! Karl licked her clit with great pleasure. Anni opened her mouth, grinning stupidly while he licked her clit with great speed. I had never seen this before, Karl's tongue raced like crazy on the clit and Anni convulsed in orgasm, her face contorted in a really stupid grin. Karl kept licking her and her spasm must have lasted two minutes. I was already at 26 and Fred squirted in my pussy for the fourth time. After more than an hour, we crept silently back to our rooms. We spied on Anni and Karl every morning and we had a lot of fun doing it. But before Fred's departure, towards the end of the summer, watching them was no longer so interesting and we stayed in my room to fuck.

One morning, in the middle of fucking, I saw my door open silently. Mommy was standing in the doorway. I was about to hide when I saw the telltale glint in her eyes. She stopped, reached under her skirt and masturbated standing up until she was done, then left. After the fucking, I whispered to Fred, but he shrugged that he didn't care much. Of course, I had only told him that she was watching us, but not that she was masturbating while watching. She then came every morning until the end of Fred's vacation and masturbated while watching us fucking.

Mommy had enlightened me about masturbating when I was 6. We stripped both naked and she showed me everything. She explained her sexual parts and masturbating and let me watch her masturbate right away. She spread her legs wide and smiled encouragingly at me so I could see everything clearly and she rubbed her clit with a finger, starting slowly and speeding up. She contorted her face as the orgasm came and her finger raced over her clit. In orgasm she pressed the finger vibrating on the clit and pulled her legs wide apart so I could see it clearly. She calmed down and smiled, did I see everything well? I shook my head and she sighed, but then she spread her legs even wider and let me look very close to her pussy, and then she masturbated two more times finely smiling until I nodded. Then I had to copy it until she was satisfied. We stayed sitting opposite each other and both of us masturbated all afternoon until we were tired. She hugged me very affectionately and kissed my face. I would be allowed to masturbate as often as I wanted from now on, when I was alone to myself. That was the only time I was allowed to see her masturbate "officially".

I had spied Mommy masturbating at that time already as a little girl, from her I had learned the clitrubbing. Mami masturbated every afternoon quite often. Whenever she interrupted her work, I quietly crept to her bedroom, where she masturbated half‐naked on the bed. It took her a little longer than it did for me to rub the uvula ; it rarely took me more than a minute to wriggling and twitching. Mommy interrupted four or five times in the afternoon to masturbate. I could see her nice pussy and clit quite well through the crack in the door. She rubbed the clit slowly at first, then faster and faster, and to orgasm she tore her legs very wide apart and pulled very hard on the clit, then after orgasm she clapped her legs together.

After masturbating she was always very happy and relaxed, so I loved her best.