Somewhere around 1980 on a business trip through Chicago O'Hare airport, I had occasion to go to the Delta ticket counter to rework my itinerary. I explained to the agent what I wanted, but when I finished he continued to stand there looking at me. I could see he was waiting for me to say something, but I had no idea what. Finally he said, "Jimmy, you don't recognize me, do you?" As I stared at his face, checking his name tag as I dug through my memory banks until at last it hit me. "David Fuller," I said, and we both laughed. I only had time to ask after his mother and two sisters before it was time for me to run for a flight, and I have not seen or heard from him since.


Our family house was an old ranch house about a half mile west of town. Going into town, I would pass several side streets just on the outskirts of town and on these side streets were scattered a few houses. Most towns are that way, if you notice. Eventually these streets fill up with houses as the town expands, but by the time they do, there are always more such side streets a little further out. Riding my bike on the way to our park, I would sometimes take one of these side streets to cut over a couple of blocks and go straight up the street that ran right beside the park. It was no closer of faster to do that; it simply provided a little variety.

Which is the reason I happened to be riding past one of these side street houses one summer morning. I was on my way to the park via the side street diversion. The house was a small white frame house with not much of a yard, a rental house I knew, owned by one of the builders in town. It had rented during the winter although I had not know to whom, but as I rode past I saw a little girl playing in the yard whom I recognized as the new 3rd grader who had begun school in our elementary at mid-term. As I was a 5th grader, I had had no particular occasion to meet her. She was in the same grade as Lexi and Debbie, and they had yet to befriend her which would have been my only reason to know her.

Marsha, the girl's name, was not really the kind of kid you noticed. She was not particularly cute, although she looked just fine. She was neither tall nor short, fat nor skinny, pretty nor ugly, smart nor dumb; nothing about her distinguished her, plus she had the kind of reserved shyness kids get from having lived in too many places by her age.

Riding past her that summer morning on my bicycle, in a kind of hurry to get to the park to join my friends, I just gave her a friendly wave and a "Hey!" as I rode by her sitting on her knees in the almost grassless yard, playing at building a little town in the dirt out of sticks and rocks and various little plastic toys. She waved and went back to her play, but after I had passed by, I had to turn around to go back. It hurt to see her alone, playing by herself in a town so utterly filled with kids, and I found I just could not leave her like that.

Her reaction seeing me turning around to return was fright, I could see it in her eyes and movements. She thought of running inside the house to hide. But I came up in total friendship, and as soon as she realized that, she relaxed, still nervous and shy but at least not afraid. Dropping my bike in the careless way boys my age did in those days, I squatted across from her to see what she was doing, and soon we were both playing in the dirt, making streets and houses and people. I felt that I was a little too old for such play, but she enjoyed my company so much those thoughts went quickly away. She knew who I was, of course, every kid in school knew who I was because in addition to being fairly popular in my own right, I was also the notorious Uncle Jimmy to all those pretty nieces of mine. I would guess little Marsha was pretty thrilled for a big 5th grader to be spending time with her.


As the sun continued to rise, we got hot and thirsty and went inside for a glass of Kool-Aid. As we drank, she showed me her room which she shared with an older sister, a high school girl of 15. The room had twin beds, one for her and one for her sister, and we were sitting on her bed as she showed me all her stuff when her older brother David walked by her door on his way to his room. She explained that was her brother, a 14-year old 8th grader in junior high school.

Not long after, David came into the room shuffling a deck of cards in his hands. "You guys want to play some strip poker?" he offered in a friendly way.

Marsha's face went red with embarrassment. "He doesn't want to play that," she said, and I could tell by how she said it she had played strip poker a number of times before with her brother.

I never had played before, despite having always heard of the game. All kids knew about strip poker. "Sure," I said with enthusiasm. "I've never played before," I admitted.

He explained the rules. Our game would be simple: the shuffled deck was placed face down in the middle, each of us would draw one card, and then show it to the others. The one with the lowest card had to take something off. We all sat cross-legged in a circle on Marsha's small bed as David shuffled the cards, I cut them and he placed the deck in the middle for us to draw a card. Marsha was low, taking off one of the sandals she had put on just for the game.

David and I were in our underwear by the time Marsha drew low and had to pull off her play dress so we could see her in her panties with her puffy little nipples exposed. She was shy, her arm partially covering her chest and as David and I looked her over, I could feel my little cock beginning to stiffen. Glancing toward David's white undies, I could see his crotch bulging a little as well. David grinned. "Now we get to the good part," he said laughing, drawing his card and holding it to him. Marsha and I followed suit.

As look would have it, I was low. I rolled back to strip off my underwear and then sat back up quickly with my arms across my crotch. "No, no," David laughed. "You gotta stand up on your knees so we can all see. That's our rule, isn't it, Marsha?"

Marsha was giggling away behind her hand, blushing a little as she shook her head a vigorous yes. I do not know if it was their rule or not because I think Marsha really wanted a good look at my pecker, but it may well have been when the two of them played. I stood on my knees, my now half-erect little 4-inch cock bobbing in front of me. Marsha really fell to giggling as she stared at it. "That's a good one for a kid your age," David announced, older critic that he was. He reached over to hold it in his fingers as he examined it, and then glancing toward Marsha, said, "Go ahead and feel of it, Marsha." As her tentative little fingers began to touch and feel the cock of course went immediately rigid and pulsing, much to the delight of both David and the giggling Marsha.

Marsha drew next low card, and David made her spread her knees as she showed hers so we could get our finger inside to feel she was wet and slippery. By then David's skinny little, although it seemed huge to me as an 11 year old, cock was hard enough to break rocks when he held it out for us to play with, and we were in due awe, seeing the curly hairs at its base and his big balls hanging under the cock that stood straight out its full 5 inches or better. Stretching out to lay on Marsha's bed, his arm curled back under his head on the pillow, he said, "I let Marsha jack me off all the time, don't I Marsha?" She was giggling and embarrassed in front of me now. David insisted. "Well, don't you?" he asked her. She nodded sheepishly. "Go ahead and do it now," he instructed her. As her little hand began to stroke his cock, he said to me, "You're almost old enough to jack off now, Jimmy. When you get ready, Marsha'll do it for you, won't you, Marsha?" She giggled, glancing up at me red-faced as she continued pumping her brother's cock.

It only took a dozen or so strokes before David announced, "I'm about to cum now. Watch this," and with a slight tremble and straining face, he grunted as the first load of white cum burst forth, shooting up to splash under his chin.

Just as the second load splashed on his chest, we heard a girl's voice from the doorway say in a disgusted tone, "Well, look at this." I looked to see the 15-year old sister standing in the doorway, hands on hips in a bare midriff halter top and tight, fitted shorts, looking down on us disgustedly as David finished shooting load after load on to his belly. "David, you are disgusting," she spit out, and looking at Marsha as she came into the room to sit on the edge of her bed, she said, "Marsha, I told you that you didn't have to do that for him. Just tell me and I'll tell mother if he makes you do it again."

Marsha looked down sheepishly. "I know," she mumbled.

Looking at his big sister, David said, "Aw, get fucked, Judy." Looking back down over his body, he added, "Marsha, run get me something to wipe this up, okay?"

Sneering at David, Judy said, "You are disgusting, David."

"Don't give me that shit, Judy," David said back, taking the towel naked little Marsha came running back with from the bathroom. Wiping the cum from under his chin and off his chest, he said, "You think we can't hear your fingers slapping around in your wet pussy at night?" Wiping his belly as he sat up, he continued, "Think we can't hear all your little gasping and moaning sounds when you get yourself off at night? Well, we can, can't we, Marsha?"

Judy's embarrassed face was flushed with anger as she stomped from the room, saying over her shoulder, "You are disgusting."

"Bitch!" David called after her. David glanced up at me as he began pulling on his underwear. "You got a big sister, Jimmy?"

"Yeah," I answered, adding, "but she's 3 years older than me," as if that were an eternity.

David laughed. "You're lucky then," he said.


The next morning I went to the park, but at noon I came back by Marsha's house and knocked. "Are you alone?" I asked when she answered. She said yes, so I walked on back to her bedroom and hopped into the middle of her bed. Patting the bed in front of me, she hopped up and sat. "Where's David and Judy?" I asked.

"I dunno," she answered shyly. "Guess they're off with their friends somewhere."

Taking her little hand in mine, I said, "I really had fun yesterday, Marsha. Did you?"

She giggled, blushing as she looked down at her lap. "Uh-huh, it was fun," she said, giggling nervously.

I knew as a big 11-year old 5th grader I had considerable power over this shy little 9-year old 3rd grader. I also knew I knew some things she did not know about. "I was hoping David and Judy wouldn't be here when I got here," I said. "Do you know why?" I asked, still holding her hand.

"No," she said, still giggling nervously as she studied her lap.

"Because I want to kiss you," I said.

I waited while her face blushed even redder as she continued looking down, giggling off and on quietly. She glanced up to say, "Really?" and then back down.

"Yeah, I do," I said. "Do you want to?" I asked.

She continued to giggle nervously as she looked down at her hand in her lap. Then she nodded her head yes.

Still holding her hand, I lay back on her pillow. Pulling her, I said, "Come up here with me." She scooted up to lay her head on the pillow beside me. "Put your arms around my neck," I instructed as I slid an arm under the side of her chest, wrapping the other over her chest to pull her toward me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and I kissed her sweetly and passionately, feeling her arms tighten.

"Was that fun?" I asked, our faces inches apart.

She giggled. "Yeah," she answered. I could sense she was still nervous, but now I knew it was because she was afraid she was not doing it good enough for a big guy like me.

"This time I'm going to kiss you like you were a big girl, okay?" I asked. Her eyebrows drew together with a confused look. "We're going to use our tongues," I explained. "Haven't you ever French kissed?" I asked. She looked embarrassed, shaking her head as if to say she was ashamed that she had not. "That's okay," I said. "You're just a kid. I'm going to teach you how, okay?" Her eyes brightened as she nodded enthusiastically. "Okay, then, but you're going to act like a big girl, aren't you? I don't want to do this with a baby."

"I will, I promise," she said, all fired up and ready to go.

"Okay, just do what I do and don't be jerking around or anything, okay?" I asked.

"I won't, I promise," she giggled, ready to get going, "I'll be good."

"Okay then," I said, "but if you start acting like you don't like what I'm doing to you, I'm just gonna get up and leave, okay?"

Her knitted brows looked worried. "I won't, I promise," she said. "I'm going to do my best, I promise, so don't get mad at me, okay? If I'm not doing it right, tell me and I'll try harder, I promise."

"Okay then," I said, pulling her lips to mine. As she felt my tongue coming between her lips, she opened to receive it, and soon our tongues were playing, and I could feel her passion coming up fast. Slipping my hand under the back of her play dress, I cupped it around her butt cheek under the nylon panties and held it in place as I pushed my leg between hers. Feeling my leg wanting in, she lifted her knee slightly and I pulled my leg into her crotch and began using it to stroke her slit, feeling her arms tighten around my neck as I began to fuck her with my tongue. She was getting hot.

Lifting my head, I looked at her. "You're good at that, Marsha," I said. Her chest was heaving as she smiled, proud of herself. "Is it fun?" I asked.

"Yeah, it's really fun," she said, breathing hard and trying to giggle. I chuckled with her. "I was having fun, too," I said. "It felt like I was kissing a big girl," I said, and her giggle had a touch of pride in herself. "You ready for some more?" I asked. She nodded her head vigorously. Lifting the front hem of her little play dress and laying my hand flat on her tummy, I said, "I'm going to put my hand inside your panties and feel of you, okay?" She looked at me, biting her bottom lip, and nodded yes.

Watching her eyes, I held out the waistband of her panties and slowly slid my hand down inside, cupping her pussy mound and squeezing my finger up inside her slit. Feeling my hand slide down her lower tummy her eyes had widened, and when she felt my finger enter her slit, she gasped. I watched her as my finger stroked up and down the wet, slippery slit. "Does that good?" I asked.

Her hands rested on my shoulders, her top leg up on top of mine as she looked at me. "Yeah," she said giggling. "It feels good."

My finger was wet and slippery as I brought it up over her swollen little clit and circled it, feeling a tremor run through her body as a little moan escaped her. Pulling her bare little knee high on my hip, I said, "Wrap your leg around mine." She did as I slid my hand back inside her panties to continue pushing and rubbing her clit. Her chest was beginning to heave again. "You like that, don't you?" I asked.

"Yeah," she was almost panting now. "It feels really good."

"Good," I said. "Now put your hands inside my pants." She looked at me a moment, and then slowly lowered a hand to push inside my pants and underwear to wrap around my throbbing cock. She began pulling it up and pushing it down.

"That feels good," I said, and she smiled at me. "Now I'm going to push my finger up inside your pussy, okay?" Her eyes widened with concern as she looked at me. "Is it okay?" I asked again. She bit her bottom lip, staring at me. Then she nodded her head yes. My fingertips probed the slit for her vagina, and finding it, I shoved the middle finger inside. It hung on the middle knuckle so I withdrew and shoved back in more firmly, feeling the knuckle push past the opening on inside as she gasped, her body jerking. With my entire finger inside her, I said, "Is it okay? It doesn't hurt, does it?" She looked at me, still clenching her bottom lip with her teeth. She shook her head no. I began slowly to finger fuck her. After 3 or 4 strokes I could feel her little hips begin to move with my finger. "What's the biggest thing you've ever had inside you?" I asked.

She looked at me. Giggling she said, "I got the handle of mom's hair brush in once." She laughed. "Mine and Judy's are too big," she said, and giggled.

I laughed, still continuing to slowly finger fuck her. "So my finger doesn't hurt you," I said.

"No, it feels good," she said, her hand continuing slowly to jack me off.

"You ever get two fingers inside?" I asked.

She giggled. "Sometimes if I get really, really hot," she admitted.

I chuckled. "We need to get you really, really hot then, okay?" I said.

She looked concerned. "Are you gonna put two fingers inside?" she asked.

"I don't know," I laughed, "but I promise I won't do anything that hurts you, okay?" Looking into her eyes, I added, "I promise so don't worry, okay Marsha?"

She smiled, her chest heaving. "Okay," she said, and I could tell she meant it. She trusted me.

"Let's kiss some more, okay?" I said, pulling her to me, and as my hot, slippery fingers returned to her swollen little clit. The pleasure of her moan escaped our sealed lips, and the hips of her hot little body began to pump into my massaging finger as her chest began to heave faster as her fingers tightened around my cock, jerking it harder. Our tongues were beginning to fuck harder and harder and I could feel sex was all she was thinking. She was catching on fire.

Breaking the kiss I looked down on her wild looking eyes, glazed over in lust, and then on down to watch her little hips thrashing against the finger inside her panties. "You've never been this hot before, have you, Marsha?" I asked.

"Unh-unh," she groaned, her breath panting wildly as her hands and arms clawed to pull her head up to get my lips back against hers. Her face was sweaty and I realized she was seconds from going over the top. Not 10 minutes had passed.

"Let's calm down a second, Marsha," I said, pulling my hand from her panties and pushing her hips down flat on the bed. "We're going too fast."

Panting hard, she looked up with wide excited eyes. "Am I doing it wrong?" she gasped with a worried look.

"No, no," I laughed. "You're going to have a really big orgasm, and I want you to have enough time to enjoy it, that's all," I said. Seeing her hungry face looking up at me, I chuckled again and kissed her cheek. "You really, really want to orgasm, huh?" I said.

She tried to giggle but her heaving breath would not let her. "Uh-huh," she panted, smiling up.

Stripping naked, I sat up on my knees beside her to look up and down her little body as she lay there on her back waiting for me. She was a little girl, not much over three and a half feet tall, a foot shorter than me, and she still had skinny, straight little girl legs. I felt her chest through her play dress, remembering the puffy nipples from the previous day, and felt them still there, puffier and firmer from the heat of her sexuality.


Straddling her, I said, "Sit up so I can take your dress off, Marsha." She sat up and using her hands, lifted her little butt so I could pull the dress from under her, and lifted her arms as I pulled it over her head, then she lay back down. Moving down her legs, I looked at her straight, narrow little hips under the plain white nylon panties, and then felt them with my hands under the smooth silky fabric. With my hands still on her hips, I glanced up to see her eyes fixed on my hands. Laughing I said, "You really want me to take off your panties, don't you?" She looked up to me and smiled slightly, nodding her head yes.

My fingers grasped the waistband at her sides and began slowly lowering the panties. She lifted her butt for me and the panties slipped down over her hips to reveal her bald pussy mound, and then on down her legs and off. Sitting back up beside her, I smiled at her little girl face and said, "I want to see your pussy, Marsha," as I lifted a knee and moved inside her leg, lifting her other knee as I did and spreading them to reveal the little slit under the bald mound. Laying a hand over her mound, I smiled, looking up at her, and said, "You're got a really pretty pussy, Marsha." She gave a nervous smile, watching my hand as I lowered my thumb and pushed it between the lips to stroke up and down the warm wetness. As the thumb came back up the slit and began sliding around on the slippery swollen clit, I felt a shudder and looked up to ask, "That feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yeah," she said, watching my hand.

"I'm going to make it feel really good," I said, watching her eyes as my thumb circled and pushed the clit. Her eyes flashed up to mine and back down on my circling, pushing thumb. Pushing my hands under her little butt I continued to watch her eyes as I lowered my face into her crotch to press my warm tongue firmly against her pussy, feeling a shiver run through her as her eyes widened. Forcing the tip of my stiff tongue inside the slit I brought it up slowly through the wetness, a loud "Ahh!" escaping as the tongue came over her clit.

My fingers spread the lips for my tongue to begin flicking back and forth across the clit and stroking up the firm little sheath, and her little body began trembling uncontrollably. "That feels really good," she gasped softly. Lifting her legs over my shoulders and as my tongue returned to her clit, she wrapped them around my neck to help her hips thrust for more of my tongue. Her body temperature was shooting up fast as her eyes stayed fixed on my face in her crotch, feeling my tongue work. She moaned softly, lifting her hips from the bed to give more access for the tongue in her pussy. Her little hips were thrusting hard as I sank my finger back inside her and curled it up into the g-spot to stroke. Feeling the finger her body began to shake as her moans grew louder. She was sweating again and wanting to orgasm as my finger reamed her opening, widening her ever more open as it stroked the g-spot. She was whimpering now as her chest heaved wildly again, her body shaking as sweat ran from it. She was about to go over the top.

"My god, Marsha!" Whipping my head around, I saw Judy standing there, again in halter top and fitted shorts but different ones today, a look of amazement in her face as she stared down on her little sister.

Marsha stared at Judy with dull, lust glazed eyes, looking like a wet dishrag as she lay against a pillow, her mouth hanging open as she gasped for air, chest heaving as sweat ran from her face and body. "You are such a filthy little slut," Judy sneered at her. Marsha stared at her a moment longer, and then looking back toward me made an "Unhh," sound as she reached for my head, wanting my tongue back on her clit. She was too far gone to worry about Judy right now. She moaned an animal sound when my tongue found the clit again. "Stop that!" Judy screamed.

"No," Marsha gasped quietly, her little hips, held high off the bed, thrusting at my finger back inside her as my tongue worked her clit. "Feels good," she gasped, her little body trembling and sweating and shaking. Moaning with each gasp, her body began to shake as her hips rose to offer her pussy. She was about to go over the top.

Falling over her, I guided my throbbing cock into her hole and shoved it deep inside as I rolled over, lifting her on top as a stifled scream erupted at feeling my cock filling her little pussy, and orgasm overpowered her. As the first spasm seized her, her body arched up in tension shuddering with the feeling of the surge traveling through her, and I felt the pussy contracting tightly around my cock inside it.

"Oh my god, he's fucking you, Marsha!" Judy exclaimed. Just as Marsha's body began to come down the second spasm hit her, bringing another stifled scream as her body arched back up, shuddering and shaking as the wave ran through her. Lying on my back, I could see Judy watching in wide eyed amazement. As the next spasm seized Marsha, I went into orgasm with a loud "Arghh!" my hips arching up, lifting us both to drive my cock as far inside Marsha as I could as the dry cum rushed up through my shaft to explode into her little pussy. Now we both shook and moaned and writhed in shaking, shuddering ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasmic fury tore through our bodies.

Marsha must have had a dozen orgasmic spasms seize her before finally collapsing down on me. We lay limp, unable to move as we gasped violently for air, chests heaving madly, sweat soaking us. Walking up to the side of the bed, Judy looked down watching us. "You look like wet little animals laying there in all that sweat and heaving," she said. Reaching down she lifted Marsha's wet hair. "Look at you, Marsha," she said, "You're soaking in sweat, you little slut."

Walking out of the room, she came back a moment later with a towel and began drying Marsha's back as she lay limp, unable to lift her head from my chest as she continued gasping, her little chest heaving. "Jesus, Marsha, you're 9 years old," Judy said as she dried down her trembling little body. Passing over her little butt to begin drying her legs, Judy exclaimed, "God, Marsha, his thing is still inside you!" Marsha did not move, continuing her gasps for air. Finishing drying, Judy sat on the edge of the bed holding the towel, looking at us. I lay watching Judy as she stared up and down our bodies. Reaching out, I pulled an end of the towel up to dry my sweating face and Judy looked up to watch. "Little animals," she said.

Still panting, her body trembling and shivering, Marsha lifted an arm to lie limply across Judy's bare legs, a gesture to indicate she appreciated Judy's drying her, I thought. Judy patted and stroked the skinny, little arm. "Are you okay?" she asked.

Without moving her head, Marsha's eyes went up to Judy's. "Yeah," she gasped, chest continuing to heave. A few more gasping breaths and she was able to add, "Feels good."

Her hand on Marsha's arm in her lap, Judy reached out to massage Marsha's back. "My god, he fucked you, Marsha."

Marsha managed a weak smile. "Yeah," she gasped, her eyes moving up to Judy's, and she smiled more.

"And you liked it?" Judy asked incredulously.

"Uh-huh," Marsha gasped, body trembling as her chest continued to heave.

Stroking Marsha's back gently, Judy seemed to contemplate that. Then she smiled and giggled softly. "That was a big orgasm, Marsha," she said. Marsha tried to giggle with her. "I never saw a girl have that big an orgasm," Judy admitted.

Again Marsha tried to giggle. "Me neither," she managed to say. A shudder ran through her trembling, shivering little body.

"God, you're cold, honey," Judy said, standing up to bend over and lift the little girl to her. Marsha wrapped her arms around Judy's neck as Judy wrapped her arm under Marsha's butt to hold her against her. She stood looking at my soft cock, still glistening with the wetness of Marsha's pussy. "Did you cum in her?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said, my voice still panting as well. "But I don't have any white cum yet," I added, thinking the clear stuff that came out was kind of like cum as well.


Judy sat down on the edge of her bed, holding the shivering little girl in her lap. "God, your skin feels so damp and cold," she said, looking down on her. Lying back on her bed, she pulled Marsha tightly against her and lifted a leg over her hips and down her legs to warm her. Marsha smiled up at her. Looking down, Judy giggled. "You little slut," she said, giggling. Marsha giggled with her.

I was beginning to recover my breath, so I got up to sit on the edge of Judy's bed and look down on Marsha looking up at me. "You okay?" I asked.

Marsha giggled quietly. "Yeah," she said.

Watching them lying there, I lay my hand on Judy's leg lying over Marsha. I looked at the shapely big girl leg as I ran my hand over it. Looking up to see Judy watching me, I said, "You're got really pretty legs, Judy. They feel nice." She just watched me. I let my hand wander up on to her hip, tracing over her shorts up and down from her bare waist to her bare legs. "You've got pretty hips, too," I said in awe, glancing up to see Judy continuing to watch me as she held Marsha close.

I crawled over the top of her and nestled against her back, wrapping an arm around her bare waist to rest my hand flat on her tummy. Wriggling to snuggle closer, I said, "I've never been this close to a big girl like you before, Judy. You feel good." She did not move. Bringing my hand back up to the top of her hip, I let it slide down over her butt cheek and clutched my fingers into the firm flesh beneath the shorts. "Your butt is really nice, Judy. I think it's so sexy and hot." My cock was already hard again, and I reached my hand over to use her lower tummy to pull my cock tightly against her butt. I knew she could feel my cock pressing against her, and I said, "That feels so nice, Judy. Your body feels so sexy."

Realizing Judy was going to allow me to play with her body, I brought my hand up to lay against the side of the cup of her bra. "Let me feel your boob, Judy. I've never felt a big girl's boob before," I said, sliding my hand up on to the cup and squeezing my fingers down into the flesh beneath it. "Oh wow, Judy, your boob feels so big and firm and nice," I said. Glancing at Marsha who was watching me, I said, "Feel Marsha, feel how nice they feel." With wide eyes Marsha's little fingers reached up to wrap around a breast and squeeze into it.

The zipper for the halter top was on the side, and I unzipped it, revealing the white strap of her bra. Pushing my hand inside I could see the cup of the white bra and curled my fingers around it to squeeze into the breast beneath. Marsha's hand on top of the halter top felt mine sliding under it and she asked, "You got your hand inside her top?"

"Yeah," I said, massaging my fingers deep into the flesh. "It feels so good."

"Take your top off so I can feel, too?" Marsha asked Judy plaintively.

Judy lay still for a minute, and then said, "Oh, okay." I had to move back for her to roll her hips back flat on the bed in order to sit up and pull the halter top off. She lay back down flat on her back with her hands crossing on her tummy, looking up toward the ceiling to show she was willing to let us play with her body.

Marsha and I sat up on each side of her, and as Marsha sank her hands into the bra to feel the firm breasts, I moved Judy's hands to her side and began unzipping her shorts. "Let's take your shorts off, too, Judy, okay?" I said. As I began tugging them down, she lifted her hips slightly to allow me. Sitting back up and straddling her legs, I placed both hands over her blue nylon panties, feeling the soft smoothness. "Judy, your panties are so pretty and so sexy," I said in awe again. I slid my hand down over her pussy mound, feeling the stiff, curly hair beneath. "I feel your hair down here, Judy," I said. "I've never felt big girl hair like this before." Moving up to her side, I lifted the waistband of her panties and pushed my hand inside, down her tummy to take the hair of her pussy mound in my fingers and tug it gently. "Wow," I said, "so sexy." Pushing my hand on over the pussy mound, I forced my fingers between her thighs to lie over her pussy. "I want to feel of your pussy, Judy," I said, pushing my hand against the inside of her upper thigh, trying to spread her legs. She lifted out a knee slightly, allowing my fingers to curl up into the slit and feel the wetness as they sunk in through her lips. Stroking them down the wetness, I brought the now slippery fingers back up over the swollen clit, feeling Judy's body jump as she gasped at the touch.

"Whatcha doing down there?" Marsha asked at Judy's sudden reaction. I looked up to see Judy's eyes were on her fingers tweaking and playing with Marsha's puffy nipples.

"I'm playing with her pussy," I answered. "You want to feel it?" Marsha came bounding down Judy's side to slide her little hand inside the panties. As her fingers sunk inside the wet slit, her eyes went wide with amazement. I laughed. "Her pussy's a lot bigger than yours, huh?" Marsha giggled as her fingers probed through the hot, wet pussy. Taking the waistband of the panties in my hands, I looked up to see Judy watching us. Pulling the panties downward, I said, "Let's take your panties off, Judy, okay?" Judy lifted her hips slightly and I slipped the panties down her thighs and off so Marsha and I could see the tuft of curly, brown hair. Running my fingers through it as Marsha's little fingers stroked through her slit, I looked up to Judy and said seriously, "You've really got a pretty pussy, Judy. I love your pretty hips and your pretty legs and your pretty pussy." She giggled a little at my childishness.

Scooting back up the bed, I lifted on her shoulder. "Let's take off your bra now, Judy," I begged. "I want to see your boobs." With a bored sigh, she lifted her shoulder for me to reach underneath her and unhook it. As I pulled it off her arm and began pulling it from the other, I straddled her tummy to reach. Tossing it aside, I looked down at her grapefruit sized teenage breasts, standing up firmly with nipples poking above them from her sexual excitement. "God, Judy," I said looking down in awe, "they are gorgeous!" She giggled as my hands fell into them. As I played I felt her fingers begin playing with my stiff little 4-inch cock. "I wish it was bigger," I said.

She laughed, still playing with it. "It'll get bigger as you get older," she said. She giggled. "It was just right for Marsha," she said.

I laughed, looking down at Marsha who was looking up, hearing her name, as she continued to work inside Judy's pussy. Continuing to look as Marsha as I answered Judy, I said, "Yeah, Marsha's pussy felt perfect." Looking back to Judy, I added energetically, "It really squeezed me when she had the big orgasm."

Judy laughed. "I bet," she said. As she evaluated my cock, stroking it softly, she asked, "Do you want to stick it in me?"

"Yeah," I said, "but I'm afraid it's not big enough to feel real good to you."

"We'll see," she said thoughtfully.

Leaning up over her with my hands on the bed above her head, I said, "You can suck on it if you want to." She guided it into her mouth and with her hands on my hips began fucking it into her sucking mouth. "Wow, your mouth feels really good, Judy," I said, the feel making me thrust my hips into her face. "It all wet and hot inside and I can feel your tongue wrapping around it." I fucked her mouth a few more strokes before realizing I was about to cum. "Wow, Judy, I'm about to cum," I said. "You want me to cum in your mouth or do you want me to cum in your pussy?" I asked. "I can do both, but I gotta rest a little in between."

She lifted my hips drawing my cock from her mouth. "I want to see what it feels like inside me first," she said.

"Okay," I said, settling back down on her tummy and sinking my fingers back into her tits. "I'm going to go down and lick your pussy some like you saw me doing Marsha," I said. "Has anybody done that to you before?"

"Unh-unh," Judy said, a questioning look in her eyes.

"Wait 'til you feel it," Marsha chimed in from below. Giggling, she added, "You're not gonna believe how good it feels!"

"Scoot your head up on the pillows, Judy," I said, and as she did I began scooting down Judy's sides. "Marsha, go up and show Judy how good you kiss while I lick her, okay?" I said.

Marsha hopped up and threw herself down on Judy's chest, her legs straddling her. "I like doing this," she giggled, wrapping her arms around Judy's neck and pulling herself down until the girls' noses touched.

Between Judy's legs, I lifted her knees. Looking at her legs, I kissed the inside of her thigh, saying, "Judy, you really, really do have pretty legs."

Judy giggled. "Thank you," she said.

I pushed them down sideways to open her crotch wide. "When you get hot you can try wrapping them around me like Marsha did," I said, "but you're pretty big so I might not be able to hold you up. Maybe you better keep your feet flat on the bed when you go." I laughed. "I don't want to mess up your orgasm by falling down." Both girls giggled and laughed as I lowered my face into her crotch and my fingers pulled open the slit to reveal the pink, wet insides. "Inside your pussy is really pretty, too, Judy," I called up to her. "I'm going to lick you now so you can see what it feels like."

Entering the bottom of the wet slit, I brought my tongue up slowly, gathering the juices until it crossed her swollen clit, which I began pushing back and forth. Judy's hips jerked upward trembling at the sensation. I heard a sharp inhalation and "Oh my god!" exclamation from above.

Giggling effusively, Marsha said, "See? I told you."

Judy's chest was already heaving. "God, that felt great!" she exclaimed. "Do it more, okay?"

I laughed. "Okay," I agreed. "Marsha, start kissing her and we'll give her a really big orgasm, okay?"

"Okay," Marsha giggled, and I watched as her face went down on Judy's, seeing Judy's head jerk and her hands grab Marsha's sides as the little girl's tongue stabbed inside. After a few moments Judy's arms wrapped around Marsha's little body to pull her tightly to her, and I knew the little girl's tongue was working its magic on Judy. My tongue went back inside her slit.

The feel of my tongue working her clit as Marsha's tongue fucked her mouth had Judy's hips squirming and reaching for more. My fingers probed for her pussy hole as my tongue worked, and finding it I thrust two fingers hard up inside her, feeling her body jump up trembling as they entered, another gasp coming from above. Feeling the fingers curling up into the g-spot and beginning to stroke brought a moan from above, and her body began to tremble all over as her hips began thrusting into the fucking fingers. I could feel the temperature of her body rising fast. She was getting really hot really fast.

My fingers stroked hard and fast as my tongue worked, and her body trembled and shook as her hips came off the bed to ram hard at my fucking fingers. A gasping sound from above told me she was now too hot to kiss anymore and glancing up, I saw her now up on her elbows, her trembling body wet in sweat and her glazed eyes looking down past Marsha's shoulder watching as she bucked her hips into my face as hard as she could. Marsha was hanging on to the ride. Lifting my head from her briefly, I said, "Bite her nipples, Marsha, squeeze her tits," and as my tongue returned to its hard work on the clit, I saw Marsha's head dive into a breast as her fingers clutched and squeezed them hard. Judy screamed softly at the feel, her head falling backward in ecstatic pleasure. She was on fire.

Rising up to her raised hips, I stuck my cock inside her and began to pump while my finger flew over her clit, looking to see Judy's hands now clutched around the butt cheeks of Marsha's spread legs surrounding her. "I'm fucking you, Judy," I said, slamming my cock hard against her pussy to max out my little cock's effect. "Can you feel me inside you?" I asked.

"Yeah," she answered in a gasp as her chest heaved up and down violently, her eyes glazed in lust watching me.

"Stick your finger inside Marsha," I said. Judy's lust glazed eyes stared at me a moment, and then her fingers dropped into Marsha's slit to find her hole. She groaned in pleasure rolling her eyes at the feel of her finger sinking deep inside her little sister's cunt. "Fuck her, Judy," I said. "Fuck your little sister." As her finger began pumping her pussy, Marsha's head came back and she squealed with delight at the feel.

Moving her hand under Marsha, Judy found her clit to massage while her finger fucked her sister hard. Judy's eyes were glazed like an animal in heat as she licked her dry lips, her body trembling with passion as she watched her little sister writhing on her, trembling and shaking and pumping her hips into her big sister's fucking finger. "Fuck her, Judy," I gasped, my own chest heaving as I could feel my orgasm rising. "Fuck the little cunt, make her cum for you." Judy was wild as she watched her little sister's body sweating and shaking as her orgasm approached. "Talk to her, Judy," I gasped. "Tell Marsha whose fucking little cunt she is. Tell her what you want her to do."

Both girls were now sweating and shaking violently, their chests heaving out of control. I realized mine was as well. Lowering her head, Judy gasped into Marsha's ear, "You're my fucking little cunt, you little whore." Her voice was lascivious, lewd. "Now cum for me, you little cunt. Do what I say. Cum for me right now!"

Marsha's head fell back as her little body seized into orgasm with a scream, shaking and shuddering as the first wave of orgasm passed through her. Judy's eyes rolled back in pleasure at the feel of her little sister orgasming because of her, and I felt her pussy contracting shut even before the orgasm erupted in her. A loud moan caught in her throat as the spasm seized her and I could see the intensity of a shudder grow through her body as the orgasmic surge began its run through her like a freight train, her body muscles contracting up into a high, rattling, shaking arch. Slamming my cock deep into her, the first surge of dry cum flew up my shaft to burst inside her.

Judy's orgasm outlasted both Marsha and me by 4 or 5 minutes. Limp little Marsha held her arms and legs wrapped as tight as she could while Judy continued shaking and shuddering violently as surge after surge swept through her. Finally, she collapsed into total, soaking wet, limp exhaustion, her chest heaving like she was dying for air.


As soon as I was able, I crawled up to join the girls, cradling myself over Judy's outstretched arm against her sweating, heaving body. We had all three dozed off when I felt the bed move and looked up to see a naked David, his cock hard and throbbing, crawling up on Judy. When she felt his cock sink inside her, she opened her eyes to see David, his face buried in her breast as his hips began to fuck his cock hard into her. "Don't David," she said, her hand pushing his shoulder down. "I can't help it," David sobbed as he continued slamming his cock hard into her, his face buried in her tit.

"No, David," she pleaded, struggling to get free. "It's not right."

David's head arched back suddenly and we saw his strained face as a loud "Ahh!" came from his throat, and his first load exploded out of his cock buried as deep as he could get it into Judy's cunt. We watched his contorted face as load after load came up and shot out of his cock inside her until he held his strain to drain the last drop of cum into her before collapsing down sobbing.

"I'm sorry, Judy," he said, his shoulders shaking with sobs. "I just couldn't help it."

Judy looked down on him. She put her hand on his back and patted him. "Okay, David," she said. "But you can't do that anymore. You could make me pregnant."

He sobbed several more sobs before he could say, "I know." After another sob, he added, "I got a rubber on."

Her eyebrows rose as she absorbed this. "Show me," she said. David rolled over on to his back, still sobbing and sniffing back his running nose, exposing his softening cock enclosed in a rubber sagging with hot white cum. She looked at it. "God, that's a lot of cum, David," she said softly. She thought about it more, and then shook her head. "But you can't do that anymore, David," she said. "You're my brother and that's just wrong to do, okay?"

"I know," he said. "I won't ever do that again."


I arrived early the next morning, actually thinking I might see their mother's car still there. It was gone, though, so I opened the door and walked into the quiet, dark house. Opening the girls' door, seeing them still sleeping, I entered, closing the door behind me. Stripping off my clothes, I slipped under the covers beside Marsha who slept curled up with her back to me. I curled myself up against her nylon sleep gown, feeling her warmth. My cock went rock hard, and I began humping it slowly into her panty-clad bottom. She woke, feeling what was happening and, realizing it must be me, rolled over on her back, stretching and smiling up at me. Wrapping her arms around me, she lifted a leg over me and we began to kiss as my hand slipped inside her panties. In less than a minute we were both hot enough to fuck.

Panting, I broke the kiss, lifting my head. "Let's do it with Judy," I whispered. Marsha giggled, and we quietly slipped into Judy's bed. She wore a nylon baby doll gown, and we got on both sides to begin working her. She was hot by the time she finally opened her eyes to see us.

Blinking and stretching, she looked down at us. Marsha's hands were working her breasts, and my hand was inside her panties, stroking her already wet slit. "Good grief," she yawned. "Are you two kids already going?"

"Yeah," I said softly. "Scoot your head up on the pillows," I said. "We want to fuck while you hold Marsha on top of you."

"What?" she said incredulously as she looked at us with amazed eyes. My hand had stayed inside her panties, my fingers inside her lips as we talked. After a minute of looking at us, she laughed. "I guess so," she agreed. She held Marsha on top of her, her head under her chin, as I stripped off her panties and began licking her clit, bringing her orgasm close before I raised up to sink my cock inside her and begin fucking her. Her hands holding Marsha in place, Judy watched as we worked up to orgasm. As it approached, Judy giggled, "Here it comes, guys," and as we went over into orgasm, she egged us on. "Keep going, honey," she said, "One more, okay? One more." She was having fun.

After we had rested, Marsha and I went to work on Judy, and we had her panting and in heat in no time. I was licking her pussy as Marsha sucked and kneaded her breasts when I heard the door open and saw David entering in his underwear, yawning and scratching his head. "Go get a rubber, David," I said as he stood watching wide eyed.

He left and came back seconds later stripped, his cock pulsing hard and a rubber in his hand. Going up to the head of the bed, he stretched his hands across to lie on the wall, leaning for his cock to be in Judy's face. She looked at it for a minute, and then sucked it into her mouth. David moaned as he fucked her hot mouth and Marsha and I worked her breasts and pussy, bringing her orgasm closer and closer until she jerked her head back from David's cock and began to gasp as the orgasm closed in. Her glazed eyes stared at David's throbbing cock in front of them, and she licked her dry lips. "Fuck me," she gasped softly. She watched David fumbling with the rubber, rolling it down his cock. "Fuck me," she said louder. "Fuck me now," she screamed as David replaced me between her legs and sunk his cock deep inside her cunt.


The four of us fucked like crazy for the next week or two, with David fucking his sister 3 or 4 times a day. But amazing as it seems, I began losing interests, drifting further and further away in search of new adventures. By the time school started, Marsha had made friends with other little girls, and we would greet each other warmly in the halls when we passed. By the end of the school year, I had pretty much lost touch with the Fullers, and shortly after summer began, I saw a "For Rent" sign in the front yard of the little white frame house.

Perhaps the story would have faded into memory had I not had occasion to go to the Delta ticket window in Chicago that day. I was happy to see David and to learn the Fuller family was doing fine. It strikes me how precarious life is. There would be no story to tell had I not decided that summer morning to take the little side street on my way to the park.

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