To be certain they knew it, though, I added a final touch.
“Mary got pregnant because she used her… pussy for sex, instead of her butthole, the way the smarter girls do.”
“Jesus Christ,” Jack breathed. “This is unbelievable.”
Ray was nodding, yet still drinking his beer.
“Jack, we need to tell somebody,” he finally said. “About those two teachers, doing that to the little girl…”
I suddenly realized I'd said far too much.
“No!” I told them. “I promised her I'd never tell. And she really liked doing it. In fact, she told me she loved it. They made her have one orgasm after another.”
“Amber,” Jack started, as serious as I'd ever seen him. “You have to tell us who it is, so we can report it. It's just not right-”
But I was shaking my head.
“No, no, no,” I said. “She's one of my best friends. And she's no little virgin-she's been with almost every boy in our class, using her mouth, too. Plus, I know she got the teachers to do it to her, not the other way around.”
“That can't be true,” Jack insisted. “But it doesn't matter who started it-”
“It does matter,” I insisted right back. “Anyway, I'll never tell, so we should just talk about something else. Like, are we going to be drinking any beer tonight? I don't like the taste, but I like the way it made me feel…and if I drink enough, maybe I'll slip and tell you her name.”
And Jack and Ray exchanged a look at that. One I really couldn't read.
Much later that night, after dark, they did let me drink beer with them.
And they did try to get me talking again, about all the sex stuff going on at my school, still trying, I was certain, to get the girl's name.
Without realizing-it was mine.
“I still can't believe girls in your grade do anal sex,” Jack started, sitting across from me in one of the two recliners. I was cross-legged on the couch, sipping slowly at my first can of beer. Almost half of it was already gone. “It's too far out there to be real,” he added.
“I feel a little wobbly,” I admitted, holding up my beer.
I was still in my clingy shorts and halter top, barefooted, and I was sitting back in a way that gave both Jack and Ray, sitting in the other recliner, a very good view of my gently bulging crotch.
Unless I was mistaken, they both were taking secret little looks at it.
Whether it was the drinking or my sexually-charged stories, I couldn't tell, but the atmosphere in the cottage had definitely changed.
And, having gotten rid of my panties an hour or so before, my clingy shorts clearly showed the not-so-subtle indentation of my slit, the darkening moist spot at the bottom of it becoming slowly more obvious.
Displaying myself that way was getting me increasingly more excited. And exceptionally wet.
“What were we talking about again?” I asked, a little fuzzy. “Anal sex? Or was it about all the blow jobs the 5th-grader girls hand out?”
“Those little girls do blow jobs, too?” Ray wanted to know. “Goddamn it, I sure went to the wrong school at the wrong time!”
I just laughed.
“Not all the girls,” I clarified. “But more than you'd believe. If a girl likes a boy, she'll suck him off without a second thought.”
Jack took a long sip of his beer.
“Suck his wiener, you mean?” he asked with a smile.
“His cock,” I corrected. “His dick. Either one. Most of the girls really like sucking a boy's cock, even when he goes off while she's doing it. Then she brags about it forever, that she made him come in her mouth.”
I guess I was rambling.
Ray wanted to know, “So the girl doing the teacher-she sucks all the boys whenever, and lets boys screw her in her ass, too?”
I had to think about how to answer.
“She loves doing it,” I told them. “Even with boys she doesn't like all that much. She loves giving out blow jobs and getting screwed in the butt. She just loves guy's cocks, in her mouth or wherever. We all do.”
And that's when it got so quiet I could actually hear the crickets outside and it wasn't even the middle of the night yet. There might've been one lonely cricket out there. But I could hear him.
I could also hear Jack's breath sort of catch in his throat.
“Amber!” he half sat up, out of his recliner. “You do all that stuff, too?”
I just looked to him as if I suddenly didn't understand, as if I was a little too drunk to know what he'd asked or, more importantly, what I'd just admitted to. I shrugged with a nervous little laugh, than took a bigger sip of my beer.
“I know where my dad keeps his secret porn,” I told them, instead of admitting anything further. “Let's get it out. It always gets me all crazy. Wow, my head is spinning!”
It was Ray's turn to be shocked.
“Amber, you look at your father's porn collection?”
I nodded with a silly little grin.
“It makes me all tingly in my good parts,” I said. “Then I have to squeeze myself at night until I have an orgasm. My pussy. It's the only way I can go to sleep-”
My God, I was spilling my guts, as they say.
“This is getting way too weird,” Jack said slowly, and closed his eyes. “Maybe it's all just a dream.”
“It does seem like a dream,” Ray agreed. “We're talking dirty with a little 11-year-old girl who gives out blow jobs, gets screwed in the butt and masturbates looking at her dad's porn. Unreal.”
I shook my head, definitely feeling the effect of the beer.
“No, it's real,” I told them.
Yet ironically I was feeling very dreamy and unreal indeed.
“And to prove it,” I went on, “I'll give one of you a blow job while the other one screws me in my ass-and then you can change places. I don't mind tasting my own butt on a dick. I've done it before. But first, let's look at my dad's porn collection to really get me going.”
And I took another sip of beer.
I guess I was done being shy about it.
My father's hidden porn collection was a stack of old but full-color Color Climax fuck magazines and a lot of Polaroid pictures of women and men in every sort of sexual position imaginable. I'd found the entire stash under a couple of loose floorboards a year or so earlier, but I'd kept it to myself.
My mother or father wasn't in any of the pictures, so I figured he must have bought them from somewhere because they were very professional.
It'd gotten a little awkward that night, after my blunt offer to Jack and Ray, though I could tell they knew it was genuine enough. Still, after I brought out the porn collection, we all sat at the kitchen table and spread everything out, each of us a comfortable distance from the others.
Like I said, awkward. For them, mostly.
But I was starting my second can of beer, so I was pretty relaxed myself about the whole thing.
“Which of these pictures get you the most excited?” Jack wanted to know.
I shrugged with a sly little smile and pushed one of the fuck magazines to him, open to a brightly colored spread with two men screwing a girl in her pussy and her asshole at the same time.
Their cocks were huge and shiny with the girl's juices.
“Two guys on one girl always makes me excited,” I said, with a quick look at each of them. “I think it looks like so much fun. I also like the ones where the guy's cum shoots out, the more the better.”
Ray had been quietly studying the pictures, looking down for the longest time, but he finally looked up and over to me. He cleared his throat, suddenly seeming to be very nervous about our surprising and unexpected situation.
“Have you done many of these things with boys yet?” he wanted to know. “From what you said earlier, I'm thinking you have.”
I nodded finally.
“A lot of boys like me, even older boys,” I admitted. “So I suck them, sometimes because I like them back, but mostly because it's fun. My girlfriends all do it, too. It's just not a big deal to us.”