Kim Sturges was a heavy-set 13 years old who was thought of as a whinny baby to most of the people who lived in Duncan's Cove, a small summer resort on the banks of Lake Ontario. Her and her family was counted among a small handful of permanent residents of the community. Because she and her family lived there all year around, many of the seasonal young people took advantage of her as being strange immature, boyish, and quite possibly a little slow.

Our family was called seasonal's, but we spent the summers in Duncan's Cove but lived the remainder of the year elsewhere. Unlike most of the other seasonal's, we didn't just appear on weekend as they did, we moved in as soon as school was out for us and stayed until a couple days before it restarted in the fall.

Therefore, we sort of split the gap between permanent and seasonal for the most part and as such, I got to know Kim a bit better and saw her better side shine through a bit. She was still young and gullible and it give me the idea of taking advantage of her slightly different then some of the others. They looked on her as being backwards and to be babied, and ignored, I looked on her as a target for my sexual exploitation.

One afternoon as a group of us were leaving the swimming pool as we called it (it was really a portion a large cove that was marked off with ropes to designate it as the swimming area). I was walking toward our cottage, a route that would take me past the Sturges' home. Kim was, maybe 30 yards ahead of me when we started, but I quickly caught up with her. "Hey Kim," Today, I said to her. "I heard Mary Wilson saying about you being afraid of bugs. Was that right?"

She hung her head slightly and admitted, "Yeah, for some reason they really frighten me."

"What kinds?" I asked her.

"Just bugs in general," she told me.

"Has anybody ever worked with you to see if they could help you overcome some of your fears?" I asked her.

"No, everybody pretty much just calls me a baby; nobody ever suggests ways for me to get over it."

"Would you like to see if I can help you," I asked her.

"How can you do that?" she asked.

"Probably just sit quietly and watch some of the bugs like bees, ants, and butterflies," I said to her.

"Would you do that for me?" she asked.

"Yeah, if you want me to. When do you want to start?"

"How about tomorrow morning about 10," I suggested.

"Okay, where do you want to meet?"

"How about we meet at Clifton's Mill?" There are some really neat insects there that I think will interest you."

"Okay, I see you then," she said.

By that time, we were at the path from the side of the hill to her back door. "Here's where I live," she said. "I'll see you there tomorrow."

"Kim, could I ask you one favor?"

"What?"

"Could you not tell anybody where you're going or that I'm trying to help you so people don't start picking on me if it doesn't work?"

"I guess that's alright; I won't even say anything to my mom then either," she offered.

The next morning I got there about 15 minutes before she arrived. There was still a bit of a chill in the air, probably about 20 deg. C. even though the forecast was for it to go to about 28 or 29 for later in the day. I spread a towel down so we could sit or lay on it to watch the bugs and took my position.

The insects I wanted to show here were called ant lions. They're the larva of an insect that looks something like a small dragonfly. It makes small cones in the sand then waits under the cone for ants to tumble in. They then flip sand up to coax the ant into position where the ant lion can grab it, pull it beneath the sand, and then devour it. I've sat for hours watching them.

A couple minutes later Kim arrived and I explained things to her and suggested she take a seat next to me, which she did.

I brought a couple jellybeans with me. I bit them into several pieces and placed the pieces among the field of 8 or 10 cones that told me there were ant lions present. I then took several pinches of sand and dropped it into about half the funnels. Soon the jellybeans were attracting some ants. In about 15 minutes, the first ant stumbled too close to one of the funnels and sand began pelting it, causing it to drop to the bottom. 20 seconds later, the ant lion got hold if it and it disappeared.

As the scene progressed, I watched Kim. She was totally caught up in watching. Finally, she said to me, "Wow, this is so interesting."

Just after she said that, another ant strolled in. "Here we go again," she said to me.

"This time she lay down on her stomach beside me to get a closer look. We again watched as the ant was pelted with grains of sand. This time, the ant got away. "Wow, he had to work, but he got way," she offered.

"Do you want me to show you some other things?" I said to her.

"Can we stay here and watch longer?" she asked.

"Sure, I can stay all day. How about you?"

"I can stay till probably 4," she said to me," meaning 4 PM or a little more then 5 hours from now.

She watched intently as another ant happened by. This time, I put my arm over she shoulder and pulled her lightly to me. At first, she looked at me with somewhat of a quizzical look on her face, but then moved over probably 5 or 6 inches until she was tight against me. I doubt that she had any idea what I was inferring by moving her close, but I was satisfied she was willing to go along with me.

When I looked over to her, I saw that when she moved, she had twisted and pulled the shirt she had on causing it to gap widely between two buttons. I could see her bra, something that appeared to be the tee-shirt material, soft, thin, and very flexible. She didn't have much in the way of breasts yet, maybe each about the size of half a golf ball. Her nipples were standing pointed and her areolas very wide, well over an inch each, I judged. I had a hard time being discrete and not starring at it.

We watched another ant tumble into the ant lion's pit and finally after some struggle, escape. After it did, I again asked her, "Do you want to do something else, or so you want to stay here longer?"

"Can we stay?" she asked, "I really think they're interesting."

"Sure, if that's what you want. I have mostly all day too," I told her.

It took a while for another ant to come by, and during that time, I alternately pulled her closer to me and lightly began to rub her shoulder. When I did, she seemed to nuzzle closer to me, put her neck against my cheek.

"Are you having fun?" I asked her.

"Yeah, this is the first time somebody has really taken an interest in me," she said. "I like you."

I nuzzled her neck another brief minute, then I replied," Have you ever kissed a boy before?"

"Never," she replied.

"Has anyone ever tried to kiss you before?"

"No, I'm not that lucky."

"What if somebody tried?" I asked.

"I'd let him," she responded. I leaned over and lightly kissed her on the neck and waited for her to respond. When nothing did, I leaned over and kissed her again, but this time, on her cheek. After a brief time and still no response, I leaned in once again. This time, she turned her face slightly toward me and puckered her lips. I leaned in and gave her what she appeared to desire, a kiss full on her lips.

When I did kiss her, she seemed reluctant to quickly break away. I gave her probably 5 or 8 seconds and then pulled away. "Did you like that?" I asked.

She nodded her head slightly.

I leaned in again and this time, met her lips with mine and held the kiss for a long time. While I did, I gradually began to press my tongue to her lips. I felt them separate ever so gradually, until we were trading tongues like a girl who's sailor boyfriend had just returned to port. There was no denying that this was what she was wanting. Finally, I broke our kiss. When I did, she seemed to follow my lips in an effort to continue. I took a couple breaths and leaned toward her again. This time she didn't hesitate, but locked her lips to mine and continued where we left off. I reached down to her breast and began lightly caressing her nipple that was still tightly snuggled to her shirt.

Finally, when we broke it off by what seemed to be mutual consent, she asked, "Why did you do what you did to my breast?"

"I a . . . thought you might like it," I replied somewhat sheepishly.

"I did, it felt really good," she said to me.

"So, it didn't upset you when I touched you?"

She replied by shaking her head from side to side. "You can do it some more if you want," she informed me.

"I leaned in to kiss her again and moved my hand to a more advantageous position on her breast and continued the caresses she said she liked. Slowly, I managed to move her the edge of her shirt until I was at the edge and slowly slipped a finger under the fabric and outward to her nipple. All the time, we were kissing, from the corner of my eye; I paid attention to her eyes to see her response.

Some seconds after I reached her bare tittie, I noticed her eyes open wide for a brief instant and a softening of her tongue movements. I thought, now I've gone too far. Contrary to my thinking however, she reenergized her kisses with renewed fervor.

Finally, I broke our kiss. "Whew, she exclaimed, that was . . . wow!"

"Did I upset you when I touched your tittie?"

"You surprised me a little, but I liked it," she said.

I could see that she was in deep thought about something. Finally she spoke saying, "Do you want to feel me between my legs?"

"You mean you would let me?"

"I mean I want you to," she said.

"Your belt is tight, I don't think I can get down there," I told her.

She reached for her belt and freed it. She then took her shorts and, lifting her butt off the ground, pushed them down below her butt. I was shocked she wasn't wearing any panties. Her pussy hair was dark color, but was not too thick yet. An hour ago, we had not so much as kissed yet, and now she offered her pussy to me. This was going to be a good day, I thought.

I lightly cupped her mound and began to caress it, slowly moving from her pubic bone downward to her pussy split. As I reached the cleft, I began searching for her clitty. I found it, but also found something equally good. Her pussy split was super wet. She was without a doubt eating up what I was doing for her. I felt around at the top, found her little button, and started attending to it. It didn't take very long until she tensed and pulled her legs tightly together in a climax.

When I felt her cum descended on her, I slowed my speed and pressure of my fingers. She pulled her legs together so firmly that I couldn't have done anything of value anyhow. When she finally relaxed, I put my fingers back between her vulva lips. I couldn't believe how wet she was. I would have to say she was the wettest girl I ever felt after just one girl climax. I let her come down a bit and then pulled her close to me, "I really like you Kim," I said.

She turned toward me and nuzzled her neck against my lips so I gave her neck another kiss. She turned her lips to mine and our lips crushed together. Her lips were soft and parted easily. My tongue began exploring and soon she was doing the same. After what must have been several minutes, we relaxed our cuddle and fell apart. We were both very much out of breath. "Larry, am I supposed to get strong feelings in my tummy and my breasts when we kiss?

"Did you?" I responded.

"Uh huh, and they were strong too," she said to me.

I rolled tight against her side and resumed lightly dragging my fingers along her vulva, pausing so slightly to circle her clitty and went down where I dipped slightly into her vagina. I followed the tip of my finger, probing deeper and deeper until my fingertip touched something soft yet solid. I slowly traced my finger around inside. I felt a raised area with a depression in the middle. Only once before had I felt the form before, it was in Tonya Emerson's vagina the day she let Corry, Franklin and me to feel her inside and then use a little flashlight to look too.

I kept my finger inside and began wiggling it around. Kim moaned in my ear and began snaking her hand and arm between us. Her hand came to rest holding my hard cock through my trousers. "Larry, do you want to do something?"

I don't know if I was really as daft as I sounded, but my first response was, "What do you mean?"

"This Larry, do you want to put this inside me?" she asked as she continued to fondle me.

"You mean my cock?"

"Uh huh. It feels really good where you have your finger and I would like to see what it feels like to have you're thing inside me."

I then realized what she was referring to and, she wanted me to have intercourse with her.

"Larry, can you take your pants off for me, please?"

"Is that what you want?"

She wasted little time in replying, "Very much."

I stood up, unbuckled my belt and slid my trousers and shorts down and off my feet. I sat down beside her and pulled her close once more. We lay down together facing one another. Her hand went to my cock and my hand went back to her pussy and part way inside again. The way we were sitting was awkward for both of us. It was next to impossible to dip my finger as deep as I had been inside her. I knelt up and shuffled so that my knees were between her legs.

I bent down and kissed her lips again the asked, "Are you sure you want me to go in?"

"Do you think it will fit? It's a lot bigger then I thought it would be."

"I think it'll go. Besides, it feels like you already lost your cherry. Did I do it with my finger when I pushed inside?"

"No, I did it myself when I was 11 and learned to make myself feel good. I don't so it will do anything to hurt me," she suggested.

I hugged her once more, kissed each of her pudgy breasts, and then I helped her to lie back on the soft grass. I moved forward on my knees until they were firmly against the insides of her knees. I reached down and lightly kneaded her pussy and the inside of her legs. When I did, she shivered and pulled her knees up almost to her chest, offering me a clear view of her private area.

When I looked down between her lips, I could see her pussy cream oozing from her vagina. The whole inside of her lips were glowing crimson she was so excited, the funnel to her glory awash in her juices. It was now or never, I thought.

I adjusted my position slightly to allow my cock to nestle between her lips and began stroking my cock up and down, feeling the smoothness of her vulva caress my dick. My cock began oozing precum in copious amounts as I continued to slip up and down her slit. I worked into a good position to begin inserting myself into her glory hole.

When she first felt my cock beginning to spread it's way into her, she rewarded me with, "Oh God, Oh God, that feels so good. I feel so full, Larry, put it all the way in, please."

I looked down and saw that my cock head and just inside her. Hers and each time I pulled back, our precum made thick strings between cock head and girl hole. We were so wet it was making my way inside easy and I continued to press inward, slipping in another half inch or more each new thrust. Looking down between us, I could see pussy lining pulling out and then pushing back in with each thrust. This alone was pushing me to the peak; I was nearly ready to cum too.

"Larry, it feels so big, oh God, I love it inside me. Larry, Larry, I'm starting to cum. Oh God Larry, push it all the way into me, please."

When I pushed deep inside her, I lost it too. I felt the head of my cock pressed against her womb. Suddenly I could feel the pubescent teen's vagina gripping and releasing my deeply invading cock. Each new contraction of her vagina milked more semen from my dick until my balls felt totally emptied.

My legs were turning to rubber as I continued to hover over her. Finally, I couldn't control my knees any more and fell to the ground beside her. Too soon, my cock pulled free, releasing the flood of cum that was trapped inside. We lay there together, kissing and hugging.

I slowly moved my hand back to her pussy. I felt the warm slipperiness of our combined cum. It was drooling freely from her vagina and cascading down between her bum cheeks. I gathered up a bit and rubbed it onto her bum-hole as I prodded it with my finger. Each time I moved my finger, I could feel her pucker hole contract. I continued to play with her for a couple more minutes until I realized her and was cradling my balls as she nursed my cock back to life.

"Larry, you're getting hard again. Could we do it once more today before we go?"

"If you want, we can," I said.

"I really do." After a few seconds of thought, she continued, "You know what, "I really like what you're doing for me. You've made me so very happy. You started out trying to help me and then you did something I would never have guessed I would like. Not only don't feel bad about the cruel things some of the kids my age say about me, because I know a lot more then they probably do."

"Kim, let me tell you something. Any time you want to do it some more, I'll gladly do it with you. You're fun to cum with."

"Larry, are there other ways we can do it?"

"Yeah, there's other ways. Why, do you want to do it a different way?"

"Uh huh."

I said to her, "This time, why don't I lie on the ground and you can sit on me. That way, you can do what ever you want as far as when it's in you."

"That sounds like fun," she responded.

I turned away from her and lay on my back. She rolled onto her knees and knee-walked to me. I helped her climb onto my chest. I put my fingers between her pussy lips and felt the smooth luxury of her vulva.

"What do I do now," she asked.

"Lean over and I'll help you line up your pussy with my cock."

When she leaned over, her little titties hung down near my face. I raised my head in an effort to grasp one with my mouth. I was able to suck her right one into my mouth and hold on. As she attempted to pull away, I sucked much harder, causing her nipple to elongate to probably more then an inch before ht popped out of my mouth.

"Larry, that hurt and felt good at the same time. Is that possible?"

"Did it make your tummy tingle?" I asked.

"Yeah, I liked it."

She bent down and offered her other breast to me. I caught it as I had the other in my mouth and held on. She pulled away as she had the other one and again I hung on until she pulled enough to pull it free. When I looked down, both were still elongated and red.

I reached down on each side of her hips, cupped her bum cheeks in my hands, and helped guide her until I could feel her warm pussy at the tip of my penis. I rocked my hips several times to slightly push the head inside her channel.

She quickly got the hint and began pressing herself more firmly to my cock, slowly forcing it inside. I could feel her warmth and lubricity as it enveloped my hardening tool.

She moved from side to side and even forward and back, seating it deep inside her. As she continued to wiggle around, I could feel my balls beginning to respond. I put my hands on her hips and began slowing her gyrations as much as I could. I finally had to say something to her.

"Kim, are you close yet?"

"No why?" she asked.

"If you keep it up much longer, I'm going to climax again and too early for your climax."

She stopped her moving and bent down so I could kiss her breasts again. "Can you suck on my nipples again like you did; it hurt a little but felt really good at the same time."

I captured one again with my lips and sucked it. As I sucked them, I also used my tongue to rub it against the roof of her mouth. I continue to minister to her breast. In a bit, I felt her resuming her gyrations on my stomach. I sensed that there was heat building between her body and mine, probably indicating her readiness to climax again.

A couple minutes later, she began grunting with each frantic thrust of her vagina against my cock. "Oh, oh, oh, she was saying. I'm close; I'm ready to cum. Oh Larry. Here it comes."

Her rocking on my cock and her telling me she was cuming, brought my cock to full attention. She felt my cock cum to life again, injecting millions of baby spawn into her body. Finally spent, both of us lay out, me on my back and Kim still straddling my body with my softening tool still deeply buried inside her. As we regained our senses, she repositioned her head to present her lips to me once more, sealing our first intimate day that started out observing insects and ending with two very intense love making sessions.

A few days later, we both left the pool at about the same time again. As soon as she was out of earshot of others, she took my hand in hers and asked, "Larry, could we get together again?"

"Do you want to?" I asked her.

"Uh, huh."

"Do you want to watch bugs again?"

"No," she answered.

"What do you want to do them?" I asked her.

"Can we have sex again?" she sheepishly.

"When?"

"Tomorrow morning," she suggested. "I'll bring some sandwiches and some sodas."

We met the next day and 9 more days before my stay ended and our family moved back to South Carolina. During our times together, we exchanged phone numbers and addresses and at the end of my stay, I presented her a small gold chain with a heart on it.

We talked by phone a number of times for the first month or so and even exchanged several letters, and then everything stopped. I was a bit down when she quit answering my calls and quit sending letters. My mom suggested that she probably found a boy friend at her school and he was now occupying her time. I accepted that for a while.

Then, it happened, I received another letter from her. "Larry," it began. "I really loved what you did for me. It made me realize that I was not as bad as some of my classmates suggested. I love you Larry and will love you always."

This prepared me even more for what mom had suggested, she had found a new boyfriend. Further down her letter, she again brought up what we had done and told me she loved what we did and loved me without making direct reference that we were having sex.

The next paragraph ended with the words, "Larry, I hope your parents will bring you back next year. I want somebody to meet you. For some reason, I continued to read a bit further, quickly reaching the point at which she said to me, "I really want you to come back because, I want our baby to be able to meet their father!"

Suddenly I realized that in my haste to love Kim, I totally ignored the fact that she not only was experiencing sexual desires, but was also now fully capable to experiencing something else, a baby growing in her tummy.

Finally, about a month and a half later, I owned up to my actions of last summer and explained to my mom why Kim meant so much to me. It was not just the bugs, but also something far more enjoyable, teens enjoying sex with no concept of safety.

Mom took it well, even owning up to the fact that my older sister Josie came about in nearly the same way. Her friends picked on her and she cowered, only to have a guy shine up to her. Josie was born 9 months later. I guess you could say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

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