Her little eyes gleamed with naughty anticipation as her legs spread for the little boy in her room. Dolls and dress up forgotten, her pussy glistened with wetness as she showed him exactly what he needed to have his little cock grow. Maybe finally she had found a playmate that would play the games she saw on her tablet.

He hesitated though, unsure of what to do next. She sighed and wondered why the boys always waited for her to make the first move. Fingers slid through his curly hair and pulled his lips to the throbbing button between her legs as a second sigh of relief escaped her chest. He would learn, just like she had from her mommy.

His face glistened in the lamplight as he slowly pulled away from her throbbing clit. Her fingers finally went slack and released his auburn hair as she lay limp on the edge of the bed. Despite not being as skilled as her mother, his enthusiasm and roughness from lack of experience gave her a ride she had not expected. Her eyes opened, still glazed over but slowly coming back into focus, as his head looked over hers with an expression of both concern and arousal.

Whether by instinct or by accident, the boy's tight shorts brushed up against her limp hand, the tip of his cock grinding against the inside of his briefs. With a whimper and a shudder, he felt his cock twitch repeatedly, sending lightning down his limbs and up his spine. His thin form slumped over the edge of the bed next to her, pressure from the mattress adding to his immature orgasm and forcing him to roll over onto his back. They had found their new game.

The respite was brief. Her focus had returned, and with it her memories of the games the adults played in that video on her tablet. The boy gave no resistance as she pulled down his pants and stared at the thin fleshy rod that continued to bounce and twitch in the open air. Her visage of confidence slipped momentarily as she hesitantly reached out her hand, skin finally coming into contact with skin in an electrifying moment.

An uncontrolled groan slipped from his lips, masking her own whimper as her other hand found her needy clit. Her hips instinctively ground down on her fingertips as her other hand explored his member, feeling his heartbeat pulsating through his immature rod and syncing with her own. As through drawn by instinct, her tongue lashed out at the head. Once, twice, three times it slashed before she parted her lips and slid them down the shaft, careful to avoid teeth.

In a perfect mirror of a few moments before, his hands grabbed at her head and pulled her deeper, making her gag slightly at the unexpected prodding at the back of her young mouth. She resisted, but his hands gripped tighter, finally understanding the biological imperative that had been screaming at him since she first showed him her dripping slit. She expected to panic, but instead she found herself grinding on her clit even harder, willing him to take her.

With a gutteral groan which she could feel ripple through his cock and into her mouth, he finally reached climax once more, the sensations amplified by the moans escaping her throat as she came from her own ministrations. The two collapsed into their own respective balls before she finally dragged herself back onto the bed next to him. The pair lay in silence, each processing the new feelings and experiences they had shared, each knowing more was to come.

Thirty minutes later, her mother climbed the stairs, concerned by the elongated silence. As she cracked the door, she almost came on the spot as she saw her little slut cuddled up with her best friend's little boy, clothes forgotten in piles next to the bed and saliva dripping from between both of their legs. Her legs quivered as she pulled out her phone and snapped a picture to send to the boy's mother, thanking her for facilitating a great playdate.