? “?Man this is sexy?!” ?I purred.? “?Now put your whole hand in and make a fist.?” I’d heard of fisting but had never tried it.? ?Her face ...contorted with lust as I moved my fist back and forth,? ?slowly.? “?Aaahhh that’s a good fucking?!” ?she cried.? ?She was pulling my hair and slapping my chest.? “?Give it to me?!!!” ?she nearly shrieked.? ?My fist picked up speed and then she? ?spasmed with her whole body.? ?I could hardly imagine how she was feeling.? ?Women are lucky? – ?they have so. Then they both said at once: - No, you can't.---Three weeks had passed and Ellen had stopped thinking about sex. Her parents were going to a dance in the evening and had got a babysitter. She said her name was Dianne. She was 16 and Joe and Ellen admired her. Once she was there, their parents left. Dianne told the k**s that they were to brush their teeth and then get ready for bed.The k**s obliged. A short while later the doorbell rang. Dianne rushed to the door and someone came in. The k**s. Istopped, staring at her navel. Then she apparently decided that wasn'tenough and I found myself shrinking another inch or so. "What did you doto me?" I asked feeling rather scared and nervous. My voice was that ofa little kid. A little girl. Wincing, I put my hand through tent sizedrobe and between my legs, feeling a smooth little girls vagina. No pubichair at all."Come here cutie," Penny said, trying to look like a stern adult whileshe picked me up. I struggled but she still picked me. Loud music and terrible singing didn’t last long. Only 45 minutes passed and we had arrived at the Outer Banks, a tourist trap, but our home.We were surely thankful for my car’s air conditioner because the thick summer, salty wind did nothing to dry our sweat. (Usually everyone complained that being in my car was like braving the Arctic. That poor a/c had only two settings: nothing and ice.)The trip was always a short one, so my friends wore their swimsuits under their clothes, all bikinis. I’m.