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Date: Sun, 22 May 2005 07:19:05 +0000
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TRACI: JUNIOR HIGH NEIGHBORHOOD SLUT CHAPTER 1 of 6
My marriage came to a crashing halt the afternoon my wife came home from work
early and found me fucking our fifteen year-old baby-sitter.
We'd been married just out of high school and had two kids right away. After the
second baby was born we both agreed that should be the end of the children and I
went to the doctor for "the operation". Having a vasectomy didn't bother me at
all. In fact, I saw it as an opportunity to pursue my secret interest in young
girls without either me or them having to worry about pregnancy. It's amazing
the number of young teenage girls eager to discover the wonderful world of sex
once they didn't have to worry about 'accidents'.
Our baby-sitter, Janice, had moved into the apartment across the hall from us
several months before, and we had hired her for the summer to watch our two elementary-
aged children while my wife and I worked during the day. She had a freckled,
round, plain-looking face with sort of "sad" eyes, but a fan- tastically firm,
slender, sexy teenage body with small, pale, freckled-covered breasts tipped
with little pink nipples and a great, smooth, tight little ass. There was a
strong sexual aura surrounding her, and the first time we met I felt the
attraction. And it sure wasn't hard to get her pants off the first time, either.
I usually got home from work in the mid-afternoon, about two hours earlier than
my wife, and nearly every day, while the kids played outside in the yard, I
locked the apartment door and enjoyed her sexy and responsive young body for
awhile before she went home.
One day the electricity went off in the bank where my wife worked and they sent
everyone home early. She unlocked the apartment door, walked in, and found me
sitting on the couch with my jeans and underwear bunched down around my ankles
as Janice knelt on the couch and straddled my lap. Although she still wore her
white tennis shoes, the teenage girl was com- pletely naked from the waist down,
her shorts and panties laying on the floor. Her slender and pale body moved
quickly up and down, her round, shapely ass slapping down on my bare thighs as
she frantically bounced up and down on my cock. My hands cradled and caressed
her sweet little behind, as I played with the crack of her ass and tickled her
asshole with my finger tips as her firm little butt moved over me.
My wife froze for an instant when she saw what was happening, turned around, and
slammed the door as she left. I was just about ready to shoot off into this fifteen-year-
old girl's tight and wet cunt for the second time that afternoon and, at that
moment, didn't give a damn what happened or who saw us. Afterwards, my wife gave
me a week to move out.
I guess my attraction to young girls goes back to the time I was about twelve or
thirteen-years-old, in junior high school, and just discovering the difference
between boys and girls and the wonderful and forbidden pleasures that difference
could bring. My sister was about ten-years-old at the time and had a friend
about the same age, named Amy, that she often played with.
Amy always seemed to wear dresses or skirts when she came over to play with my
sister. They were just plain, simple, sometimes ragged, play dresses, not fancy
or anything. I over- heard Amy tell my little sister her mom insisted that she
wear them.
Anyway, the little girl seemed unconcerned about the fact that, as the two girls
played, her skirt would come up and she'd constantly expose her white cotton
panties. But, to a horny young junior high boy with a cock that was hard just
about all the time, seeing her underwear was quie a thrill and, when I was
invited to play "house" with them, I usually took advantage of the opportunity.
One day, we built a 'secret hide-away' in the back of the garage using several
very large cardboard boxes and old blankets. As we moved around our little fort
I took every chance I could to put my hand up under Amy's loose-fitting dress
and feel her ass and pussy. The first time I touched her, she was crawling on
her hands and knees moving into the hideout and I was right behind her. As she
knelt on all fours in front me and started to squeeze through the cut-out
opening, I reached up under her skirt and held her between her legs, my fingers
kind of cupping and holding her crotch. I was really scared that she might make
a fuss and tell my sister and my fingers trembled but, God, I was horny, and
that narrow white strip between her legs was so inviting.
I was really surprised when the little girl stopped moving as she felt my hand
rubbing over the cotton-covered mound between her legs. I was afraid she was
going to start yelling or something, but she just stayed still, crouched on her
hands and knees in front of me until I heard my sister finally ask why it was
taking her so long to get through the door. I dropped my hand as she moved in
and I nervously waited for accusations that never came.
Her reaction, or lack of, immediately made me much more bold, and I began to
look for every opportunity to secretly slip my hand under her dress and fondle
her panty- covered little-girl pussy whenever my sister wasn't looking. Later
that same afternoon, my sister went to the house to get lemonade and cookies and
left the two of us alone for about ten minutes. As soon as she left, Amy and I
sat in silence and building excitement at our secret game that seemed so dirty,
and yet so much fun.
We looked at each other for a moment wondering who was going to make the first
move, before I slowly, nervously, crawled across the box and over to her. As I
sat next to the young girl, I put my hand on her long, bare, skinny leg. I
wasn't quite sure what she was going to do, but I didn't expect the girl to
lift the hem of her dress, draw her legs up, separate her knees, and let my
hand slide down along the smoothness of her inner thigh and fall onto her
pussy mound.
My hand lay still for a momen before, with trembling fingers, I slowly rubbed
back and forth over her private pleasure place. We both knew that this was a
forbidden, dirty thing to do, and we both enjoyed it very much. Time seemed to
move in slow motion as we silently sat together, the sexual tension like high-
voltage electricity crackling around us as my hand moved purposely between her
thin, parted thighs, touching and caressing the puffy, round folds of her pussy
through her panties.
For the next several weeks Amy came over to play with my sister often and,
whenever my sister wasn't looking, I constantly played with Amy's hairless
little pussy. For a young junior high school boy just discovering the secret,
private pleasure places of a girl's body this was incredibly arousing stuff. I
found myself thinking about the little girl all the time and what we were doing.
I can remember how hard my cock felt in my pants as I saw our furtive sessions
in my mind, and eagerly anticipated what we were going to do together when she
came over to play again.
After the first couple of times we played our secret sex game, I finally became
bold enough to slip my fingers under the elastic leg band of her panties and
actually feel the bare skin of the lips of her pussy and the little cleft that
separated them. The first time I did it she groaned a little. It was the first
sound I'd ever heard her make as we played our dirty little game, and my hand
froze as my finger pressed down into her little slit. I asked if I was hurting
her. She whispered in a small voice that I wasn't.....that it felt good.
One Saturday afternoon, several weeks later, Amy came over to play as she
usually did. This time, however, my sister wasn't home, but I was, and it was
our first opportunity to be completely by ourselves. We both knew right away
what we wanted to do and, without a word, we quickly headed for the dark hide-
out in the garage.
Once inside, her lace-fringed little white panties came off right away and
stayed off for the rest of the afternoon as we played together. It was the first
time that my jeans came off, too. She seemed somewhat frightened by the lump
that pushed out the front of my white cotton briefs. But she quickly overcame
that fear when I took her small, trembling little hand and showed her how to
hold and rub my hard erection. After that I couldn't hardly keep her hand out of
my lap, and she was more than ready when, a little while later, my underwear
joined her panties in a pile in the corner.
The ten-year-old girl seemed fascinated by the sight and feel of my small, little-
boy cock, and she constantly kept her fingers wrapped around my little pole that
afternoon as if she didn't want to let go. I showed her how to skim her fist up
and down my sensitive shaft and make me feel good, too, and she watched
excitedly as drops of clear juice dribbled up from the hole on the tip.
All afternoon she sat beside me, her dress pulled up around her waist and her
naked thighs spread apart. She held and squeezed my prick while my fingers
cupped and played with her hairless pubes. We reveled in our thrilling and
forbidden actions, and we felt so grown-up. One afternoon, when we were again
able to be alone, she finally made me cum. I guess the moaning I made and the
spray of cum that shot out of my cock scared her to death, but made me feel like
I'd never felt before. Once she'd got over the surprise and realized what had
happened, she was eager to try it again, and I was only too happy to oblige her.
Later that summer, just as school was going to begin, our family moved to a
house in the country and I never saw Amy again. But my attraction to young girls
never lessened though, until my involvement with the baby-sitter, there had been
no opportunities to indulge my secret desires.
After my divorce I wandered for a few years, moving from town to town doing odd
jobs. I finally settled in a large city in the mid-west where I took a job as a
night security guard. I like the privacy of living in a house and not an
apartment, and I looked for a place to rent that was within my meager salary.
The only thing I could afford was an old, run-down, two story house in a very
old part of the city. An alley ran behind the house and an old shed stood at the
back of the yard near the alley. It had once been used as a garage, but my
landlord now stored old furniture and boxes in it.
I like to work with my hands and I especially like to work in the yard. One day,
soon after I moved in, I was filling some holes with dirt in the back yard and
while I watched a group of ragged neighborhood kids that constantly ran up and
down the alley. Barefoot and dirty, they were young kids, mostly boys, but their
leader seemed to be an older girl. Taller and physically bigger than the other
kids, she appeared to be in charge, a tom-boy, ordering them around as they
played their games.
Over the next week or so I watched for her as the kids played in the
neighborhood. She was always dressed the same - a pair of unwashed, beltless
corduroy pants or jeans, bare feet, and either a tube top or halter top covering
her small budding breasts. Rising up like small, pointed cones from her girlish
chest, her breast mounds were just beginning to push out against her clothing,
though I noticed that her small, pebble-like nipples were often hard, erect, and
attractive.
It was difficult to tell how old she was, though I found out later she was
twelve, almost thirteen. She had the slender hips of a young girl who'd not
quite begun to fill out, though she had a nice shapely little ass. Her stringy
blond hair hung down to her shoulders and, with a freckled face and pert nose,
she was a cute girl bordering on pretty. She reminded me a lot of Amy.
Once, as the group raced by on some 'secret mission', I stopped one of the boys
and asked about her. He said her name was Traci and that she was going to be in
seventh grade. Apparently she went to the public school nearby.
He must have told Traci that I'd asked about her because later on in the
afternoon she came walking up the alley by her- self, no gang in sight. It was a
hot, summer day and she wore the usual outfit - old dirty cords, halter top tied
with two strings, one behind her back and the other behind her neck, bare foot,
and unwashed. Tiny, hardened little nipples pressed out against her halter top,
and her little breasts quivered ever so slightly under the loose material as she
walked toward me.
"...heard you asked about me," she said, a glint of both interest and challenge
in her eyes.
"Yeah, I did."
"Why?"
I decided to be up-front with her. If she wasn't interested in the things I had
in mind, well, so-be-it. But, if she was, I wanted to find out.
"I thought you were an attractive girl and I like to know the attractive girls
in the neighborhood."
Her dirty cords clung tightly to her slender hips and round, little ass, but the
waistband had no belt and gapped open around her slim waist. As she stood near
me I glanced down and could easily see the elastic waistband of her panties. She
didn't seem to mind, or care, as I looked her over, not hiding my effort to see
inside the waistband of her pants. She looked young, innocent and, at the same
time, wild, sexy, and unwashed. I was very aroused.
"Why do you like to know the girls in the neighborhood?" she asked, looking hard
into my face. "Do you...like to do things to them?"
"What do you mean, 'do things'?" I asked, a little sur- prised at her frankness.
"I got a couple of brothers who like to do things to me. That's what we call it-
'do things'. They....uh..like to rub me between my legs and stuff. Sometimes
they come into my room when my mom's gone and rub me there and pull my
underpants down and touch me."
"How long have they been doing this kind of stuff to you?"
"Mmmm...I don't know..for the last couple of years, I know. I guess Jeff started
doin' it to me when he was in sixth or seventh grade and I was in fourth.
Robby's only been doin' things to me this year."
"How do you feel about it? Do you like it when they 'do things' to you?"
"It felt kinda funny at first, but kinda good, too. It was just kinda fun to do,
pullin' my pants down and stuff, but now it feels real good. In fact, I really
like it when they do it. Some- times I lay in my bed at night and feel funny
down between my legs and wish they'd come in and do things to me then."
"How old are they?" I asked.
"Robby's eleven. He's gonna to be in seventh grade and Jeff's fourteen-years-old
and goin' into high school. Actually, they're my step-brothers 'cause mom
married their father after I was born, but he took off a couple of years ago and
we haven't heard from him since."
"How old are you?"
"I'm twelve now, but I'll be thirteen in a couple of weeks." She seemed
proud of that.
"When you say they 'do things'...touch you, how do they touch you?"
"Mom's usually never home 'cause if she's not workin' she's at the bar. So my
brothers and me are home a lot. Sometimes, when I'm standing, doing something
around the house, one of em'll come up and put their hand between my legs and
rub me down there. I let 'em do it to me 'cause it feels so good. Sometimes
they'll put their hands down inside my pants and feel me like that."
"But, my favorite is when one or both come into my room at night and pull my
underpants down. Then they have me spread my legs a little and put their fingers
into me... you know, up my...pussy. That feels best of all. Sometimes it's just
one of 'em; sometimes both. I get real wet and hot between my legs. They push a
finger in and move it around a lot, getting me wetter. We had a movie this year
on periods and sex and stuff and I guess that's what it's kinda like, isn't it?"
I began to understand her casual attitude toward sexual touching. She lived in
an environment where it was considered normal, natural.
"It sounds like fun to me. So, you really like it, huh?"
"Yeah, I really do," said Traci, glancing down at the ground and speaking in a
small voice, suddenly a little self- onscious. "I've been wonderin' what it'd be
like with someone else...a little older. Would you...like to do things, too?"
"I'd like to show you how to do some new things that make you feel even better.
Would you like that?"
"OK," she said, looking up with a smile.
"Let's go inside. I have a nice place where we won't be bothered." I led her
into the shed that was on the property next to the alley. It was almost like an
old large, double-sized garage and, like I said, the landlord used it to store a
bunch of old furniture. I opened the side door and we entered. There was no
electricity in the place, but several dirty windows high up near the roof
allowed in enough light to dimly illuminate the interior.
It was cool inside and smelled slightly musty, a nice refuge from the summer
heat. Along one wall was a large, old couch and across from it, sitting on some
wooden boxes and raised about four feet off the floor, was an old box springs
and mattress. Cardboard boxes were stacked everywhere. I led the twelve-year-old
girl over to the couch and we sat down.
Listening to her frank sexual talk was exciting. I wanted to hear more, and she
didn't seem shy or embarrassed about telling me.
"Tell me, did you and your brothers do anything today?"
"Sure, almost every day. My mom's working today so she left before we got up.
I usually wear a shirt and panties to bed and leave 'em on in the morning as
I walk around the house, picking up and stuff. This morning, my older
brother, Jeff, found me in the kitchen and had me take my panties off so I'd
be wearing just my shirt and be naked underneath. The boys often do that, and
I like it." She giggled. "Sometimes when I feel kinda...you know, dirty, and
I know mom's not home, I'll take my panties off before I get up and walk
around the house like that, hoping they'll do things to me. It makes me feel
so...sexy; it's fun."
"As I walk around they put their hands between my legs and their fingers up
into my pussy for a minute. Sometimes I'll stand next to one of them while
they're sitting down and they'll put their fingers up between my legs and play
with my...hole. They'll push a finger up inside it and move it in and out real
fast. God, it feels so good and I get real wet down there when they play with
me like that."
"Once in a while, when I'm doing dishes at the sink, they'll walk up in back of
me and do me like that from behind. I just kinda lean forward and spread my legs
a little and they tickle my....pussy. I want 'em to be able to do it 'cause it
feels good to me, what they do with their fingers. I start to get all wet and
hot down there."
"It's called 'finger-fucking'," I explained, wanting her to hear the sexy words.
"When someone uses their fingers and slides them in and out of your pussy like
that it's called finger-fucking. You should use those words..it makes it more
fun. So, you like it when they finger-fuck you?"
"Yeah..I like it when they....finger-fuck me. There, I said it. God, it
sounds...."
"Sexy?"
"Yeah, sexy..and dirty. God, I love it."
"How long have your brother's been doing this to you?"
"Well, my older brother, Jeff, started doin' me a couple of years ago...and
Robby's just started."
There was a long, silent pause as I gathered my courage. Finally, I spoke. "I'd
like to finger-fuck you. Would you like that?"
She nodded in agreement.
"Will you take your pants off?"
Traci stood up and unsnapped and unzipped her pants. They were down and off her
feet quickly. The young girl stood before me dressed in her halter top and
small, dingy white bikini panties.
"Now, take your panties off."
Without hesitation, she grabbed the elastic waistband, slid them down her
slender legs, and pulled them off her feet. She let them lay on the floor and
stood up, her halter top the only clothing on her body. A small, very light
triangle of silky blond pubic hair was barely visible just beginning to grow and
spread up over her lower belly from between her thighs.
"Turn around slowly."
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