That night in my bed I played with my clitoris again and managed to get that great feeling that caused me to go to sleep right away but it was not as thrilling as when he did it.

The next day I told my best friend the wonderful thing I had discovered. I must have known it was really wrong for him to do it because I just told her about using my own finger.

I was a little disappointed that she knew all about it and had been doing it for a long time. She said her Mom had told her it was wrong too and that she had confessed to the priest. He told her that it was called masturbation and that she should not do it. But when she looked it up in one of her Dad's medical books the book just said it was a natural thing and that kids should not be made to feel guilty about it as long as they did it privately. She planned to follow the book's advice since the priest could not know anything about sex since he was celibate and her Dad was a doctor who knew everything about people.

That made sense to me. I was curious so I went to the library and looked up clitoris in the anatomy book. It said it was the organ that provided pleasure leading to an orgasm and also said that it was like a male's penis so I looked that up too. It said that the penis would get long and hard if the male was excited. I kept catching myself the rest of the day looking at boy's crotches to see if they were excited. I could hardly wait to get home to tell Tom what I had learned. I ran to tell him I had told my best friend about the great feeling and she had done it too and that it was all right just like he said.

He seemed concerned and said, "Did you tell her about us?" He seemed relieved when I told him that my friend did not like older people so I kept that part secret and said, "Good. You can't tell anyone about us. They wouldn't want you to see me anymore because I am so much older than you."

Down deep I knew that what we had done was wrong and promised I would not tell anyone because I was really glad he taught me these wonderful things that my folks had never mentioned to me.

I stood in front of him for a minute nervously as the heat enveloped me then asked if it was alright for me to go swimming. He said I could. This time I didn't go away and turn my back to undress I just stood about three feet in front of him while he sat in his chair wearing a bathing suit. When I had removed everything but my panties I looked at his crotch and saw that the little bulge I had seen before had changed. It now looked like there was a cucumber pushing against his suit. I was amazed it had grown so much and proud that I had been able to excite him. I lost all desire to swim and asked him excitedly if he would rub my clitoris for me. His penis seemed to jump then he said, "I suppose you should have a spanking first."

That seemed a small price to pay. The other spanking had not hurt much and it was more than worth it to get that great feeling. I said, "Yes, you should spank me. A lot!"

He smiled at that, then said we would go into the house for it.

When we got into the living room he pointed to the far wall and said, "Do you see that leather strap hanging on the wall? Go get it and bring it to me. I will use it for your spanking. That worried me a little because his hand had not hurt but the strap looked like it would. Since he had not hurt me much yet I decided to trust him. It seemed strange to get it only feeling excitement. When Mom told me to get her spoon to spank me I cried all the way to it and back but when I handed the soft leather strap to him I was excited and anxious to see what it would feel like.

He had me bend over with my hands on my knees then he held on to my breast to hold me in position while he began slapping my butt with the strap. It was strange. It did not hurt anymore than his hand spanking but it was the first time I had not been over someone's lap being held in place. This way I seemed to be cooperating with the spanking. His hand on my breast was not really holding me in position it was just adding to thrills as he pinched my nipple with each spank. In a short time the pain was just part of a growing excitement. Then he made it seem even more voluntary when he let go of my breast then told me to spread my legs. When I did he stepped behind me and the strap came up between my legs to slap against my pussy! It stung more but was also twice as thrilling. I found myself spreading my legs even more and then began pumping my hips to meet it. I felt myself getting closer and closer to the tremendous relief of orgasm when he suddenly stopped. I was wild with the desire to get over the edge into bliss and begged, "No! Please don't stop. Please I am almost there!"

Thankfully he started up again and it did not matter that he was hitting harder. I began to pant and sweat while pinching my nipples and straining to get over the edge. Finally it was there! The impact was so great I just fell to the floor gasping for breath and in a kind of daze.

It must have effected him too. When I calmed a little he was sitting in a chair with sweat covering his body and a glazed look on his face. I crawled over to him and hugged his leg in gratitude until he began to breathe normally. Then he said in wonderment, "Jesus kid. You are really ahead of your age in the sex department. Girls a lot older than you can't get off on a pussy spanking."

I didn't know whether to be proud or ashamed but when he scooped me into his arms flattening my boobs against his chest and began kissing me while he said I was wonderful I just had to feel proud. No-one had ever said I was wonderful before.

When he loosened his hug I slid down between his knees and touched his very hard penis. I looked up at him and said, "I read that your penis is kind of like my clitoris. Does it feel good to rub it?"

"Yes. Would you like to rub it for me?"

"Yes I would like you to feel good too."

"That is sweet. I'll get it out for you."

He stood up then slid off his bathing suit. I was amazed. His penis was about seven inches long and almost as big as my wrist. When I touched, it was so hard it was like a spring. When I pulled it down stroking it then let it slide out of my hand it would spring back to hit his stomach. When I asked him if I was doing it right he said, "It is better if it is wet. Remember how I licked my finger to get your clitoris wet?"

"Yes. It feels wonderful. Should I lick my fingers?"

"No it is better if you lick my penis. I licked it as if it was a popsicle then stroked it until he told me to lick it again. Finally he told me to keep the head of it in my mouth while I stroked it. He had me put it deeper in my mouth until I would gag on it while I continued to rub the part not in my mouth then at his direction I began to rub my tongue on it's head. Suddenly he made a groan and it began to jump in my mouth and some stuff came out to flood my mouth. I realized that he was ejaculating just as it was described in the book. I began to spit out the fluid but he told me to swallow it because it was pure protein and good for me. It did not taste bad so I did and could understand why he wanted me to do it. By swallowing he could keep his penis in my mouth until he was completely done and it became soft. Again I was amazed to see it shrink till it was half the hard size.

He was really happy with me and hugged and kissed me a long time then he said, "Since you have been so good I will give you a really special treat."

He had me lie on my back on the bed then he spread my legs and held them up by my head while he began to kiss me starting at my nipples then slowly kissing down my stomach until I thought he was going to kiss my pussy. He did better than that! He stuck out his tongue while he used his fingers to open the lips of my pussy and began to lick my clitoris. I had no idea anything could feel so good. In a short time my whole body was pulsating as I came closer and closer to a glorious orgasm.