"Oh, I don't know if I can…" she heard Robert grunt in a thick voice. "I don't know if I… oh, shit! I gotta…"

Judy saw the white cum spurt from the tip of his cock, and before she could see where it went, there was another one. Now she saw that the stuff was splashing onto Susan's smooth thigh. She also saw that her little fist was jerking faster.

"Ooohh, damn!"

It was Rick's voice, but Judy didn't lift her eyes to his face. She had never heard her brother use such words before. She was anticipating what he would do. She hoped he would squirt stuff from his cock the way Robert did, only more so.

Susan pumped faster on his cock, still hanging on to the cock of Robert. White globs flew from the head of Rick's prick, and then he spurted fast and furious. Judy did not see where the jism landed; her eyes were hot on the flare of his piss-hole.

"That was better than doing it myself," she heard her brother saying.

"Susan does it for me all the time," Robert bragged. "I never have to jack myself off."

Judy found the strength to move away, to walk on home. As she walked, she thought of what she had seen, the things she had heard. There was something very exciting about this, something that seemed to get inside her.

Many people turned to look at the girl as she walked slowly, deep in thought.

Judy was a small girl, with an extremely beautiful face. Her face was almost painfully sweet, pure with innocence. It was the kind of face people wanted to reach out to, to cuddle and take care of. Everything she wore emphasized her beauty. That day she had worn a pleated skirt and white blouse. The white blouse was not tight, but her nipples could be seen. The pleated skirt bounced gaily as she walked, her little ass writhing in a natural manner of graceful, fluid motion.