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The Coach

By Romany

(M/g, M/g)

Samantha was a precocious girl. Just a month shy of her twelfth
birthday, she had the awareness and swagger of a much older girl
and she appeared fully aware that men held an interest in her.
Her long dark hair, brown eyes and her beautiful face turned
heads wherever she went. The admirers often lingered; ogling her
even when they realized she was much younger than first thought.
Being quite tall she initially came across visually as a teenage
beauty, but once an admirer saw the flat prepubescent chest of a
young girl, the illusion of her maturity was broken. She also had
very nice legs. Not the skinny knobby legs of a school kid, but
the lithe shapely legs that went with the overall package that
she may be a teenage Miss Dynamite at first glance. The self
awareness of her budding sexuality made her somewhat flirtatious
with male adults, but rather surly and bitchy with boys and girls
of her own age.  An expression of some perceived superiority on
her part. This attitude to kids her own age tended to see here
without strong friendships and so she was also somewhat of a
loaner. I learned that her general behavior at school left
something to be desired and I also learned that her parents had
been summonsed to meet the principal on a number of occasions as
a result of Samantha�s general attitude to teachers and class
mates alike. Samantha was 7 years older than her younger brother
and there was also a baby sister. Her parents were both rather
overweight and it was a mystery to me where the girl got her
vivacious looks from.

I first met her when I came to the Estuary Sailing Club in summer
of �85. I had crawled back to Gloucester to lick my wounds,
following the collapse of my 3 year relationship with Elaine. I�d
grown up in that seaside town and then moved away, when my father
was promoted, to another city. But I loved the area and chose
this familiar seaside location to rehabilitate my emotional
wounds; following the discovery Elaine was seeing another man. As
we weren�t married, the realization and subsequent confrontation
saw a very painful breakup for me, but it was easy for her to go
off with her new lover.

I was brought into the club as an assistant sailing coach. I had
done my national coaching certificates while at college and I was
eager to get into a sport I had loved as a teenager, and perhaps
put something back by helping young kids find the same
satisfaction I had. I was briefed on my duties just prior to
opening day by the senior club coach, Tom McFarlane. Tom was a
very straight forward guy but somewhat staid and fussy. However
he ran a very good development program and to my delight endorsed
me with the second and third year beginners. He took the
learn-to-sail new comers and a second assistant coach, Rob
Carter, took the senior group which ranged from 13 to 16 years. I
was 27 and Rob, a few years older at 31, was married with two
lovely young kids. I became good friends with Rob and his wife
Marilyn and they made me welcome, back in my old stamping ground.

I met Samantha on opening day for the season. It was a fine but
cool day and we had a good turnout of junior and senior sailors
and beginners. After the speeches and formal opening, I was
introduced to my charges by Tom with Rob in attendance. Both of
them had coached these kids from the very beginning. After the
introductions I was left to socialize with my pupils and their
fussing parents. I had 9 kids 4 girls and 5 boys raging in age
from 10 to 12. Tom commented that one girl, Samantha, was yet to
arrive and with a rueful smile advised that she would always be
late. I made some innocuous comment about there being one non
punctual family in every group and he grimaced and explained that
it was even worse than that. This girl didn�t really like sailing
and what was more Tom felt the parents were just using the club
as a cheap babysitting service while they could get away from
their difficult daughter.

�She�s a case, you mark my words� he added.

When I inquired as to what the issue was he grinned and said
�You�ll find out soon enough. Here they are now� and nodded in
the direction of a large black SUV which had appeared towing a
small boat trailer.

I stood and watched a chubby man get out of the SUV and start to
pull a small ramp down behind the boat on the trailer. He went
about the task efficiently and when he had the boat on its
launching trolley sitting behind the trailer he spoke to someone
inside the SUV and a girl got out the back door. It was Samantha.
Looking just as I had described; in a pair of pale green cargo
shorts and white polo shirt. She rolled a kit bag out the door
onto the grass and slammed the door hard. I noted by her body
language that all was not well with this young miss. He was
working on the trailer hitch and barked an instruction at her.
She dumped her gear bag in the boat and labored to pull the
ensemble away from behind the trailer, just in time for her
father to push the trailer back into a clear space between a line
of parked cars.  I noted a large woman had come around the front
of the SUV and there was a young boy hanging onto her dress. She
said something to the girl and Samantha gave a perfunctory wave
and the adults and child got back into the SUV and drove off. I
stood and watched Samantha struggle across the grass towards
where the rest of the kids were merrily rigging their boats with
the doting parents fussing and directing proceedings. I decided
to help the kid so I strode towards here and took a side of the
trolley handle. She looked at me a little hostile but as this was
an onerous task she eased off her effort as I took up the weight
of the boat and trolley and by the time we reached a clear space
to rig her boat she had stopped helping altogether.

�OK you best get onto it� I said to hurry her along.

�Aren�t you going to help?� she sniped at me.

I was about to walk off but without a word I turned and started
to take the cover off her boat while she started to get the sail
out of the bag and, once the cover was off the boat, she
retrieved the various controls ropes and foils from inside of it.
We worked in silence and soon we had the mast and sail ready to
be placed in the mast step.

�You go and get changed and I�ll finish off here� I offered.

She picked up her gear bag and without a word trudged off to the
boatshed to change. I watched her go. She was a very enticing
young girl. Her light green shorts which were tight across her
cute butt. She had a white polo top and a pair of open toed
sandals. I had been able to check her out as we rigged the boat
together and note the absence of any budding boobs. I picked her
as a prepubescent Natalie Wood type. She had wild dark eyes and
gorgeous face. As I watched her go, and continued setting the
sail up, I was startled by Tom who had approached me from behind.

�She�s trouble that one� he said.

I felt embarrassed that he knew I was ogling her as she headed
for the changing rooms.

�She�s a little witch sometimes� he added. �She gives the other
kids hell. And sassy to adults�

�What�s her story?� I asked keen to see what made her such a
little vixen.

�Her father is a successful business man, so he�s well enough off
to indulge her with the best of everything� he started. �But with
that I think she is often bought off and dumped off on anyone
that will look after her while he and her mother are doing other
things.�

He continued; �There�s quite a gap between her and the young boy
and I think it is a simple case of an only child for seven or
eight years and then suddenly she�s not number one any more. I
suspect that has a bit to do with her attitude to the world in
general,� he concluded ruefully.

I nodded my understanding to the assessment. Fortunately Tom�s
rather staid personality had not allowed him to comment on the
obvious that she was basically jail bait in her attitude and
demeanor, and she probably knew it. I later decided this gap in
age between her and her next sibling had caused her in-your-face
approach to authority.

Ten minutes later she came back towards her boat. I had completed
the final tuning of her rig and I was making the boat tidy with
respect to the various control ropes in the boat. She arrived
alongside the boat, dumped her gear bag by the sail bag on the
grass and stood directly in front to of me and began tying her
hair in a pony tail.

�So you�re new here� she said matter of factly.

I nodded staring at her deftly collecting the tress of hair and
rolling the rubber band over it. She took a battered peak cap and
fed the pony tail back through the strap and positioned it on her
head. I was more than a bit impressed with her lithe body encased
in neoprene short legged and short sleeved wetsuit. She was
standing legs apart and the open view of the crotch of her
wetsuit drawn taught by the fact it hugged her upper thighs was
more than alluring. While her pubis was not pronounced as the
material was taught across the face of her crotch, the effect of
her standing in an unladylike way was very engaging to me. She
realized I was checking her out. She finished fiddling with her
hair and hat and stood in an almost challenging stance.

�Like what you see� she said in a brazenly loud voice.

Fortunately no one was in earshot so I thought I would take her
on verbally.

�Not really� I retorted.

She dropped her jaw. She thought she had embarrassed or shamed me
with my checking out a young girl.

�What�s wrong� she struggled out, visibly annoyed at my answer.

�No life jacket� I said smugly, handing the yellow vest to her.
�Smart sailors always wear a life jacket� I continued.

I had out-bluffed her bluff with a completely indifferent to her
innuendo about her body. She snatched the vest from me and
struggled into it.

�OK, come on, get moving� I instructed. �You�re going to miss the
start.� She had about ten minutes to the start gun.

Sullenly she took a side of her boat trolley handle and together
we rolled the boat to the launch ramp. Juniors started fourteen
minutes before seniors, and as all the juniors were on the water,
the seniors had logged jammed the launch ramp to launch their
boats. We hauled up to the back of the queue and I smiled to
myself as she not so politely whined at the first senior sailing
crew that she couldn�t get through and she would miss her start.
The skipper rolled his eyes at her and started to ask folks ahead
of him to let her through. I was flabbergasted as she simply
rolled forward while the adults scurried and maneuvered their
boats out of her way. The cluster of sailors and boats parted
like the red sea and she stomped through the middle of the chaos.
Eventually she got her boat floating clear of the trolley, and
with not so much as a thank you to the seniors she had
inconvenienced, or me for helping, she pushed off and started to
sail towards the start line. He trolley left half submerged
blocking the ramp. A disgruntled crew member retrieved the
trolley and angrily shoved it back onto a pile of other trolleys
beyond the ramp entrance. I gazed at a few of the seniors who
were clearly muttering about her antics and caught the odd
disparaging comment about Samantha as I turned and walked towards
the pier to get into the inflatable boat I would use to trail the
junior fleet in.

As a coach I would mentor the kids and act as a watchdog for any
mishap the youngsters might have on their way around the course.
For the rest of the afternoon I trailed the juniors and made sure
everyone was OK and occasionally came in close to offer advice to
the stragglers. Just as Tom had warned me, Samantha was a
straggler. While she was a second year, her concentration to
sailing fast was less than average and already most of her peers
were well ahead. I motored up beside her and noted she was
sitting too far back in her boat and the sail was not pulled in
far enough. I offered her some advice and to my surprise she
actually listened. She moved along into the middle of the side of
the boat and pulled the sail to allow more draft of wind across
it. She quickened noticeably and I thought I caught a begrudging
acknowledgement she had improved her boat speed as I motored off
to the next straggler. From that point on, as I came past her or
near her she always turned to look at me. She was openly staring.
I grinned to myself. Perhaps I wasn�t such an adult asshole after
all. I had occasion to give her advice three times and to
everyone�s surprise, Samantha was not last for the first time.
She was third from last but truthfully I had coached second from
last place, and last placegetter more times than her going around
the course, which prompted Tom to commend me on getting some
positive response out of her. When I was retrieving the
inflatable coach boat Samantha came down to the ramp and helped
me pull it up, chattering about how she passed the other two who
were way ahead of her. I grinned and pointed out how much better
it was when she listened and did what she was being coached to
do. She grinned and said she saw that now. She went back to
de-rig her boat while I washed the saltwater out of the
inflatable. Rob Carter came over and he was almost disbelieving
Samantha had not been last by a country mile.

�You get her up to competence, and I�ll take over next year and
set on her road to Olympic glory� he laughed.

I gave him a mock sneer of derision.

�Mind you, the way that little bitch goes on, she�ll be knocked
up before she�s fourteen� he added rather acerbically. �I won�t
hold my breath waiting for Olympic glory there.�

I looked at Rob with a feeling of dismay. �Give a dog a bad name�
I thought, mentally defending the girl.

�The wife saw her outside the movies one Saturday. She was
performing for a group of middle school boys. Carol reckons
she�ll be on her back sooner than later.�

I really had no answer for this and in reality I didn�t deem it
dignified an answer. Rob wandered off and I finished cleaning the
boat and dragged it into its park inside the boatshed. I took a
quick shower and changed into cargos and polo shirt. I headed for
the clubhouse to have a beer and debrief the days sailing with
the rest of the sailors. As I approached the clubhouse I notice
Samantha sitting on the grass leaning against her boat. With her
arms folded. I detoured towards her and she stood up and beamed
at me.

�This has been the best day ever� she said.

I laughed.

�Why, because you weren�t last?�

�Yep� she answered.

�Well just keep taking my directions and we�ll make you a top
half finisher� I said.

She grinned and I wandered off into the clubhouse. I sat and
chatted with Tom and Rob and I was also introduced to a few
senior club members. I spent a convivial half an hour and wolfed
down two beers. At the point I was finishing off my last beer, I
noted the crowd had thinned out quickly so I prepared to leave as
well. I�d check the boatshed first, and lock it up if everyone
had cleared the locker rooms. When I got outside, Samantha�s boat
was still there in the middle of the lot. I looked at my watch
and concluded her parents were late again. I walked over to the
boat shed. The entire club lot was virtually deserted with one or
two cars just pulling out. I went into the boatshed and walked
first to the large double doors we used to garage the bigger
rescue boat. The internal locks were all in place. I gazed around
the shed, looking at how the club training boats and two smaller
inflatable�s, including the one I used were stowed. All looked
shipshape. Last chore was a check of the locker rooms. I first
went into the men�s and scanned the benches and all was clear. No
clothing inadvertently left after dressing. I then walked into
the ladies and stopped dead in my tracks. There was Samantha
standing with a towel wrapped around her shoulders, over her arms
and draped around her front. She had clearly stepped out of the
shower. She was still wearing her bathing suit which she must
have had on under her wetsuit. Given she was still dressed there
was no shock or recoil at my sudden appearance apart from a
little �oh� she uttered when she saw me.

�Looking for something coach?� she said with a silky voice.

�Oops. Sorry Samantha. I thought the lockers were clear. I�ll
leave you to finish your shower� I said calmly.

She dragged the towel to an ear and wiped some water that was
clearly leaking out, her head to one side. She stared at me with
an enigmatic smile.

�I like you� she said matter of factly, toweling her hair now.

I stood and gazed at her and then realized to my embarrassment
that her tight one piece was so taught around her crotch that her
pubis, vulva and even the groove between her sex lips were easily
recognizable inside the material. I needed to get out of here.
She immediately realized what I had seen. As if to tease my
courage, she placed a foot over the bench in the centre of the
room and sitting down, straddled it. The preteen sex was even
more pronounced.

�You can stay and help me dress� she said with a lilt in her
voice.

I wasn�t going to be bluffed by her. She had tried that once.

�Sure,� I said stepping towards her, �the suit comes off in one
swift pull� and I reached for the shoulder strap.

She squealed and giggled and jumped up and backwards, nearly
falling as her heel caught the seat as she tried to un-straddle
it. Eventually she regained composure and back-pedaled out of
arms reach. I rolled my eyes in mock exasperation and shook my
head.

�What a chicken licken tease� I said shaking my head, and turned
and left the locker room.

She was left standing looking peeved I had called her bluff once
again. I pottered about the boats and eventually she came out
lugging her cargo bag of gear. The neat shorts were hugging her
cute butt and the polo, complete with the collar inverted, was
caught at the waistband of the shorts showing a tanned patch of
bare flesh and her cute belly button. I started giggling at the
sight.

�Is it dark in there?� is said in a light sarcastic tone.

�Why?� she asked.

�You�ve got your shirt on inside out dummy� I pointed out.

She quickly looked down and realized I was right. Without a
moments hesitation she dropped the bag and before I could stop
her as I realized what she was about to do, she pulled it over
her head and started to pull the garment right side out.  Stood
stunned me with her audacity. I previously described her as flat
chested in her shirt but I could now see the burgeoning swell at
the side of her chest, just around the side from the armpit.
While the frontal effect was flatness with her breast bone, from
the side angle there was definitely the promise of things to
come. As she struggled with the shirt I caught glimpses of her
nipples and I was amazed to see she had quite large and dark
aureole. Certainly they looked more advanced than the flesh of
her breast did. The nipples were pointed; yet to develop the
flatter tip like the end of a pinky. This was far more calculated
than the verbal bluffing of earlier. She never once looked at me
and I knew she knew I was looking at her naked upper body. By not
looking at me she could allow me free roam with my eyes. She
finally sorted out the inverted garment and slowly and
deliberately pulled it over her head, making sure her face was
covered as long as reasonable so I would not be ashamed or
embarrassed ogling her preteen naked torso. Eventually the shirt
was on and she fiddled with the collar and decided it was truly
in place. Then she looked at me. We locked eyes and there was a
knowing, almost determined look on her face. I felt my neck
redden and at that moment and she grinned. The little bitch had
got one back on me. She knew that I was thrown completely by here
brazen display performed as innocence.

�I�d best get out of her and let you lock up,� she crooned
sweetly. �Also in case dad arrives and finds me in the shed with
the cute new coach.�

I was shocked at this innuendo and grabbed her arm and turned her
to face me.

�Samantha that is a very silly thing to say� I said coolly. �Your
parents trust this club to treat all the girls and boys with
respect. You and I will get along fine if you stop acting more
grown up than you are. I don�t want to treat you like a little
girl, but to treat you with the respect of a young adult. And
that requires you to behave like one and not imply something
improper might be at hand.�

Her face went very serious and worried and for a moment I thought
she was going to burst into tears. I eased the pressure on her
arm.

�I�m sorry� she said quietly. �Everyone picks on me. Even my
mother and father pick on me. They never believe me anyway.�

�I won�t pick on you Samantha. I will help you be a better sailor
and a better club member and a better young woman� I said looking
at her sincerely. �I get a big kick out of seeing young talent
bloom.�

She nodded in appreciation.

�Thank you she� said looking at me. There were tears in her eyes
but she held them back.

I couldn�t help it. I felt genuinely sorry for her so I wrapped
my arms around her and gave her a light hug of confirmation.
Within thirty seconds of my holding here she had twisted fully
front on, and I felt her push herself into my groin. I was
shocked and struggled to release her but she kept pushing.
Finally I broke clear and staggered back in shock. She grinned
wickedly at me.

�I think I hear a car,� she said quickly. �It might be dad� and
she wheeled and headed to the door.

�Samantha, your bag� I stammered, still shocked from her
suggestive move. �Don�t forget your bag� I said lamely.

She had really bested me. She turned and reached passed me and
picked up her gear bag and struggled out the door. I followed
her. As I turned the corner of the shed in pursuit, I realized
she was right and her parents had arrived to collect her. She was
saved from getting a lecture on behavior from me by the
appearance of mom and dad. I had little else I could do but wave
weakly at her father as he started to couple up the road trailer
in preparation to load the boat. Samantha was out of sight around
the side of the SUV but soon I saw here appear in the back seat
of the vehicle. She sat there staring across at me while her dad
sorted out the boat. I turned back and locked the boatshed door
and wearily started towards my car. She watched me from the SUV
and I could see the cheeky look on her face as she followed me
with her eyes. I had underestimated what I was dealing with here.
I needed to be careful as she was clearly as precocious as I had
been warned about. As I was about to leave I paused allowing her
father to proceed first with the boat in tow. He waved his
appreciation at my courtesy and as they passed in front of me,
Samantha discretely blew me a kiss and grinned.

Over the next few days of sailing, Samantha showed a remarkable
change in attitude to her sport. She built on her best result of
three from last and we soon had her consistently mid fleet out of
the twelve to fourteen regular club sailors. Her father and
mother both expressed gratitude to me and even Tom begrudgingly
admitted I had some how got to her and she was responding. Rob
was ambivalent, warning me she could just as likely rebound back
to her old ways. But in general he gloated that he would get her
next year and reap the benefits of her improved attitude. I had
no problem with his selfish view as it meant Samantha was
starting to gain ability and maturity on the back of her success.
She never again made any overt move like that day in the boat
shed but I was still aware of her own awareness of her budding
sexuality. The shorts always a size to small, and sitting with
legs splayed while packing her gear bag was a little immodest,
and too often wearing just a bathing suit instead of a wet suit.
I once suggested the wet suit was better attire for sailing but
she passed it off as being too hot on these warm summer days. But
unfortunately the appearance of her bathing suited crotch below
the bottom of the life preserver was like a beacon to male eyes.
And I was sure she knew it. She tended to hang around me as well
and I had to be extra careful not to allow myself to ogle her
budding form, despite the fact I was clearly interested in her
physical attractions. Despite her sometimes brazen but supposedly
innocent displays, she had attracted the friendship of one of our
older juniors. At 15 Heather Fawcett was a real sailing prospect.
Her parents were right behind her development and her father, as
a former national representative had a clear vision Heather would
end up as an Olympic sailor. Heather was easily passed puberty
and had a very nice figure. Slim and lithe with nice adolescent
boobs and a very nice face and long straw colored hair to cap it
all off. In short a young woman. I put her interest in Samantha
down to the fact that she was genuinely admiring of Samantha�s
sailing improvement and now felt she had something I common with
the girl. Whatever it was, I saw the two getting closer, despite
the three or so years age difference.

At regular monthly intervals, the sailing tide was too low for
sensible start times for the club racing. On these days the club
did not hold races. It was an annual tradition that Tom would
take a group of sailors on a large keel boat owned by a friend of
his. The idea was to reinforce basic sailing principals of small
boats with the experience of applying it to large boats. This was
in the form of a day�s outing where the kids would be provided
lunch, a cruise and chance to actually sail the big boat, and
always they stopped for a swim and a barbeque late in the day. I
was one of five adults including Tom, acting as chaperone for the
day. The whole event was going very well and I relayed sandwiches
and drinks as the kids took turns sailing the boat. There were
twelve kids present. Eight boys and four girls with Heather being
the oldest of the group. Samantha and Heather worked together and
I was delighted how well they got on. They gave me a bit of
ribbing about a pair of below the knee cargo shorts I wore and we
enjoyed a lot of banter with all the kids. Eventually Tom
announced that skipper Dave was going to moor the boat and the
kids could take a swim. All of the kids were more than competent
in deep ocean water swimming and the plan was to launch the
rubber boat and the kids could dive from the keel boat and swim
to the rubber boat some distance away. Dave suggested the boys
change into their swim shorts in one of the state lounges, just
forward of the main living cabin below decks. The boys were off
like a shot, to change quickly and get back up on deck. Skipper
Dave and Tom anchored the boat and the sails were lowered while
the boys changed noisily below decks. I took the opportunity to
slip below decks to use the can � or the head, as they call it in
nautical terms. The head was off the stateroom the boys were
changing in and I slipped inside the miniscule closet like room
to take a piss. I lifted the seat and began to piss, looking at
the pump beside the small bowl and reading the instructions on
flushing.

I was suddenly aware the chatter of the boys had stopped and it
was now silent. They must have all gone back up on deck. I
completed my leak and set about slowly pumping the bowl empty. I
turned to open the door when I heard a different set of
chattering. I recognized it immediately as Samantha�s shrill
giggle. The hardwood door of the head had a small circular series
of segmented openings cut in it with a matching brass circle with
solid segments as spokes, which could rotate to cover each
segment opening. The idea was to use this as a variable air vent.
The brass spokes did not quite cover the series of openings and I
could see Heather facing me with Samantha standing between us
with her back to me. To my horror Heather was starting to
undress. I was trapped in the head, not being able to leave
before the girls stripped to get changed. They were talking and
occasionally whispered as if someone might be listening to their
girl stuff discussion. I rotated the brass ring so most of each
segmented opening was visible. I peered into the stateroom.
Samantha moved across to one side and I realized she was already
down to her panties and tee shirt. She stripped the shirt and I
could see her right side. Her chest was flat from the front but
from the side I could see the puffy development of her breasts
and her nipple was noticeable against the darker aureole. She was
definitely on the change towards puberty. I noted Heather steal a
look at her underdeveloped friend and almost in a race to match
Samantha, removed her shirt and her light blue bra came into
view. She quickly reached behind and unclasped the bra and drew
it forward. I whistled silently to myself. Her breasts were
perfect. Small but beautifully rounded with the peak at the
nipple which sat taught on her darker aureole. I could tell she
was lingering so her young friend could admire and envy her
womanly figure. She still had her shorts on. I was a little
surprised as I recalled my girl friends always changed their
bottoms first, allowing their upper garment to cover their
nakedness below the waist and drawing their one piece or bikini
bottom up under the longer upper garment which provided privacy
to anyone looking. It occurred to me these girls did it in
reverse and as the suits needed to be put on bottom first, the
fact they were already naked to the waist, meant they would be
effectively nude for the time it took to removed their bottoms
and draw on their swim suits. I was right and first Samantha, and
then Heather was briefly full naked while each drew on their one
piece bathing suits. I clearly saw Heather�s sex, albeit briefly,
and light thatch of pubic hair as she stepped into a light green
one piece which she quickly pulled up over her breasts. My first
reaction was the suit looked a size too big as it was very full
in the tummy area and loose around her ribs and breasts. It was
only the shoulder straps that held it high. Not the fact it was
firm and clung to her form as you would expect.

Samantha was side on and I briefly saw her pubis and the swell of
her sex as she sometimes turned briefly towards me as she
struggled into her suit. She pulled hard against a one piece that
was surely too tight and at one point she stood braced, legs
apart as she tugged the tight material up over her hips. She had
turned side on to Heather; partly as modesty given she was
displaying her sex longer than she felt she should. But this made
he face me directly. I saw her full nude vulva. I could almost
make out the pinkness of the inside of her labia it was so
pronounced to view. Then her efforts suddenly paid dividends and
the dark blue suit slid up over her tummy and she finally slipped
her arms through the straps bringing them over her shoulder. It
was a size too small for real modesty. Someone should tell her
mother, if this what she wore to swim meets and casual bathing. I
could clearly see the outline of her sex and the delicious gentle
swell of her firm tummy. The breasts front on were nonetheless
non existent but as she wore a little girl�s suit; the tiny
nipples were prominent as there was no padding as found on a
woman�s suit. The girls adjusted their suits and then packed
their clothes into their gear bags and eventually left the state
room. I waited a respectful time and then let myself out of the
head and slowly made my way to the steps leading up to the deck.
By the time I entered the boats rear cockpit, the boys were
already in the water and Tom was rowing the rubber boat away from
the boat. The other two girls, Annette and Gill, both a year
older than Samantha, had worn their bathing suits under their
shorts and tops so they simply shed their clothes on deck and
joined the boys. Neither girl was as appealing as Samantha or
Heather to look at, nor was it their own realization of this that
saw them stick together. The teen girl�s pecking order at play.
The thirteen year olds stuck together. Samantha was elevated in
stature despite her age, because she was quite simply a beautiful
young girl and the only one of the three worthy of Heather�s
social approval. Once on deck I took in the scene of the last
boys standing on a half submerged lattice board across the back
of the boat. This was used to get out of the water and up onto
the deck of the boat. The board was solid and on two rails, one
at each end. It could be raised or lowered to suit the height
required, either in the water or out of it. Heather and Samantha
were standing behind the boys and before anyone could stop her,
Samantha reached forward and pushed two of the boys off the
platform. Everyone laughed and there was cheery banter. Tom
growled �Samantha� at her impulsive behavior. Soon they were all
in the water.

I drifted up to the front of the boat and sat astride the hand
rail on one side. I took in the happy scene with the bobbing
heads swimming and frolicking in the sea. I was searching for the
girls but they weren�t anywhere to be seen. My first reaction was
mild concern and I stood to get a better view of the swimmers
around the rear of the boat. It was then I heard splashing and
talking and looked across the other side of the sharp front of
the boat. There close in to the boat was Samantha, followed by
Heather, slowly breast stroking their way around the side towards
the front and the anchor line vanishing below the surface of the
water to the steel anchor below. I peered over and Samantha
happened to look up and spotted me. She beamed and waved.

�Hello Mr. Thompson� she shouted in a sing song voice.

Heather looked around and then up and saw me. She grinned but
said nothing and followed Samantha. Samantha reached the anchor
rope and reaching up; she grabbed it and pulled herself half out
of the water. She wrapped her legs around it and swung like a
monkey, half on her back. Heather treaded water beside her. I
could hear them talking quietly and occasionally they giggled and
looked at me. I was sure this was not a wholesome conversation
and not meant for my ears. If they only knew what I had seen
below. To my surprise, Heather swam around the front of the boat
and disappeared along the side towards the back. I turned my gaze
back to Samantha. She swam side stroke away from the anchor rope
so she could see me clearly.

"Get in you big wuss� she said cheekily.

�No bathing suit� I answered cheerily.

�That�s Ok. You don�t need a suit. Go in your shorts. Or better
still go in your nothings� she bubbled cheekily.

I gave her a mock frown and wagged my finger at her suggestion.
She rolled onto her back and lazily waved her hands to steady
herself with small flicks of her feet to keep herself steady. I
stood looking at her. The firm outline of her pubis and sex in
the tight suit. Then as if she realized what she must have looked
like she slowly drew her legs together and to my amazement she
opened them wide. I could plainly see everything on display. She
made small movements of her hand to keep herself in position
while she gave me a full view. She didn�t look at me but looked
down the line of the boat as if checking to see what the other
kids were doing. I ogled her taking in the view of the outline of
her sex against the tight spandex. I saw her head turn back and
suddenly her deliberate expression of nonchalance chained to one
of surprise. She was staring past me and at the same time I
realized she was looking at something other than me, I heard a
voice.

�You rude girl� came Heather�s voice. �Close you legs you bitch�
mocked the older girl.

I swiveled and saw Heather standing just behind me, with her arms
drawn across her breasts looking down at Samantha. Samantha
slowly started to close her legs when Heather took us both by
surprise and lunged past me to dive from the front of the boat.
Samantha saw her coming and shrieked and frantically tried to
back track to avoid Heather landing on her. She just succeeded
and Heather slid gracefully into the water right beside her young
friend. Samantha was still backpedaling and she was about three
feet away when Heather came straight back up again. To my
delight, the rush of water against her body caught the front of
her ill-fitting suit and dragged it down over her breasts. I
could clearly see both her nipples and instead of covering
herself first, she swam with her arms out and away from her,
bringing them back in beside her body in the act of stabilizing
herself vertically in the water. Both breasts were clearly
visible. Samantha had a frontal view and she opened her mouth and
laughed and whooped at Heather�s naked breasts. I couldn�t see
Heather�s face as she was facing towards Samantha so I couldn�t
tell what her reaction was to her friend highlighting the display
of her boobs. Eventually she lifted first one strap, then the
other, up over her shoulder and covered the beauties. She leaned
forward and with a few kicks of her legs, she swam towards
Samantha and made to duck her under. Samantha was a fantastic
swimmer and easily avoided the bigger girl, and laughingly kept
her distance. When they were about ten feet from the boat Heather
rolled onto her back and for the first time since her jump into
the water, looked directly up at me as she cleared her nose with
her hands. She stared at me and with a small grin and then turned
away and tracked Samantha through the water.

I watched them and realized they were discussing me. They were
treading water close together whispering and occasionally one or
other would look at me. I was starting to feel uncomfortable. Did
they know I had seen them both naked in the stateroom? I also had
the experience with Samantha in the locker room a few weeks
earlier which Heather did not know about � or did she? And now
the overt flashing by both of them had left me feeling vulnerable
as I had no control or any idea what either or both might do
next, and risk others becoming aware of what was my apparent
condoning this improper behavior. And the risk I might be seen as
complicit in this behavior.

�Why don�t you come in, Mr. T.� Samantha whined this plea once
more. �In your shorts or nothings� she added.

Heather said something and giggled.

�In your see through shorts or nothings� Samantha reiterated.

It was apparent to me that while Heather was the older of the
two, Samantha had greater courage to speak directly to me in a
way that had sexual overtones. Or at least double meanings. I
realized that Heather�s rather cloistered life and the
overbearing attention of her parents had possibly left her less
socially adept than Samantha. Samantha was obviously a far more
gregarious girl and not afraid to speak her mind. Perhaps too
much so, by what I had observed. So Heather was in effect using
Samantha as her mouthpiece for thoughts, ideas and in this case,
suggestive comments. I was becoming less inclined to get drawn
into schoolyard banter with a pair of juveniles. Sure I had been
titillated by their behavior and also had been aroused by
accidentally spying on their nudity. I was convinced Samantha
could potentially be led in adult ways. I was now suspecting
there was some latent ribaldry about Heather that I would not
have previously picked from her normal persona. I was thinking
how to withdraw at this stage when to my relief I saw some of the
boys swimming along the side of the boat towards the girls. Led
by Daniel Morrison who I was well aware had a crush on Heather.
Daniel was a few months younger than Heather. The girls had been
looking at me and as soon as they saw me turn to look at the
boys, they turned and realized they were about to be joined by at
least four boys. Much to their obvious annoyance. This was my
queue to move off back along the boat towards the rest of the men
in the cockpit. I turned and slipped away leaving the two girls
starting banter with the intruding boys.

The rest of the day went as planned, culminating in a barbeque.
The kids were all delivered back to their families once we docked
just after four thirty. That evening before dinner, I stood in
the shower and masturbated myself to a delicious orgasm at the
recollection of Heather�s naked figure and pert breasts, and
Samantha�s pudgy pubis and pink sex lips. During the stroking and
languid building of my orgasm, the prospect of these two
juveniles as sex objects and fantasy sex partners was real and
exciting. As soon as the orgasm overtook me I felt a rush of
remorse and shame at the thought I could seriously contemplate
some sort of sexual congress with either of them. I had a
problem.

The weeks passed and Samantha turned twelve. We had a cake for
her and the kids enjoyed the social occasion. Tom commented that
we should have a birthday cake for any of the other kids that had
birthdays during the season. Samantha continued to hover around
the fourth to sixth place in the club fleet and she seemed very
pleased with her success over past weeks. She and Heather were
constantly together, except for when Heather�s parents were
around. Clearly they did not like Samantha and had tried to steer
her away from Samantha�s company. But as soon as they left the
club, Heather and Samantha hung out. Heather led the championship
standings for the first half of the season with Daniel second and
Craig Hansen third. Annette Crosby was next with Gill Harrison
close behind. Then there was a gap to Samantha, hampered by her
initial poor results. Samantha was desperately trying to catch
the other two girls. It was to her chagrin one day that she
arrived and rigged her boat and changed into her sailing gear
ready to go sailing that she discovered she had forgotten her
centre board. This is the foil that goes down the centre of the
boat, into the water beneath, and stops the boat from moving
sideways. The boat was useless without it. She cursed and fumed
under her breath and vanished, nearly in tears, into the
clubhouse to call her father to deliver the forgotten item. She
returned with a look of thunder on her face and angrily reported
�I couldn�t get through to the useless bastard.� I calmed her
down and pointed out this missed race would be one of two
discards she was allowed. This calmed her a little but she was
still pissed at what happened. The clear message was her father
screwed up but I always taught that each sailor was responsible
for their gear so I had little sympathy for her, though I
empathized with her situation regarding the championship. I told
her to remove the sail from her boat and then join me in the
aluminum chase boat. She could at least get some instruction from
watching the other kids racing, so it wouldn�t be a complete
waste of a day. She begrudgingly consented to this and as I
prepared the chase boat, I saw her taking the sail and mast off
of her boat and preparing it to be loaded on the road trailer
when her father returned at the end of the day. Then she
disappeared and I started to get impatient as the racing was
about to start and I should be out on the water by now. I went
looking for her and bumped into her coming out of the locker
room.

�Samantha, come on, hurry up� I growled.

�All right I�m coming� she growled back.

It was then I realized she had shed her wet suit and was wearing
the dreaded tight blue bathing suit. I frowned at her.

�Why didn�t you leave your wet suit on� I asked. �It�s far more
practical in the tinny�, which is what we called the chase boat
due to it being metallic.

�It�s too hot� she retorted grumpily, and stalked past me towards
the pier where the boat was tied.

By the time I caught up she was sitting in the front of the boat
with an arm draped over the side as she leaned back against the
storm cowl right at the front. The yellow life preserver vest
acting as a cushion for her back as she leaned against the edge
of the cowl. I glanced at her legs and groaned silently as I
realized she had her legs askew and the firm pudgy preteen sex
was obvious behind the tight blue swimsuit. This was going to be
a long ninety minutes. I untied the boat and pulling it side on
to the pier; I hopped in and pushed off. The tide was still
coming in so I poled with an oar, to get further into the

estuary so as to avoid being pushed back against the pier; and
then placing the oar in the boat, I turned and started the small
outboard motor. I settled on the back seat and steered the boat,
slowly bringing it up to speed as we skirted the start line and
headed for the first buoy the kids would round after the race
started. I did my best to ignore the sight of Samantha�s crotch,
gazing around the estuary and taking in the view of other boats
sailing or motoring on the full basin of water. Arriving near the
buoy, I turned to Samantha and asked her to get the small anchor
ready as we would anchor just beyond the buoy, to give the
sailors clear way around it on their route to the next buoy. She
ignored me. I asked again, and she looked at me sullenly. I cut
the engine and noted she hadn�t moved.

�Samantha. Drop the anchor� I ordered her gruffly.

She pouted at me and didn�t move.

�Samantha� I yelled.  She started at my angry shout. �Drop the
anchor or I take you back ashore� I threatened.

She didn�t move. Exasperated I started to move forward and when I
was almost upon her, she quickly rose up, twisted on the seat and
started scuffling for the anchor lying right in the front of the
boat behind her seat. By the time I reached her she had struggled
to get the anchor onto the cowl and launched it over the side
just as I reared up behind her. The boat had gone down at the
nose and the back was up in the air with our combined weight
unbalancing the end to end trim. I held the sides realizing we
were precariously placed and slowly I retreated towards the back
to balance the boat again. She didn�t turn round but stayed
leaning on the cowl with her feet behind the seat she had been
sitting on. I sat on the rear seat once more and the boat which
was still drifting, overran the anchor rope which tightened up as
the anchor bit into the sandy bottom. The boat turned sharply,
pulled by the resistance of the anchor and finally we had turned
a half circle to face back the way we came, secured by the
anchor. We were facing the club and the start line. I could tell
from the kid�s boats that they were under starter�s orders and
soon the race would begin. Samantha stayed with her back to me. I
sat and realizing I had a free look at her tight butt I sat and
ogled her behind. She had her legs apart and was leaning with her
chin on her forearms on the cowl. I could clearly see the swell
of her sex between her legs. She had the type of slim legs where
there was a definite taper of the inner thigh as it rose up to
her crotch and the sex was easily discernible under the crotch of
her suit. Before I knew it, my mind was back in my shower
masturbation mode and I was looking at her as a sex object. I
could just move forward and cup her crotch. Maneuver my fingers
in the leg of the bathing suit and penetrate her tight little
hole. I sensed my pulse had quickened and my lips went dry at
this thought. I was lusting after sexual contact with this young
preteen and didn�t know how to stop it.

The race started and I tried to concentrate on the boats making
their way down the estuary towards us. I would try and get a
perspective of who was leading as I had not real depth of field.
Of course it would be Heather. It always was. It took roughly
fourteen to twenty minutes for the first boat to reach us so we
both watched silently, not talking to each other. I assumed she
was sulking at being yelled at. I went back to staring at her sex
and wondered what it would be like to touch. Even to taste her
there. My thoughts ran dirty and carnal. It was during the
fantasizing that I realized to my horror that she had turned her
head. I missed it but soon I realized her eyes were on me and I
glanced up. She knew exactly what I was looking at and most
likely a fair idea what I might be thinking. To my continuing
shock, she gave me a cheeky grin and poked her tongue out at me,
at the same time she wiggled her buns in an exaggerated way. She
had caught me ogling her and wasn�t the slightest bit perturbed.
My throat was dry and I swallowed and looked away. I could see
she was still looking back at me out of the corner of my eye and
I glanced back. She grinned and slowly turned over and slumped
back against the cowl, arms over the sides of the boat and legs
splayed wide open. She gave me a knowing grin. I felt there was a
wanton invitation there.

The kids boats breezed past and turning the buoy, headed of to
the next one. Once the last boat was past, I asked Samantha to
pull the anchor up. This time she obeyed without question and I
started the outboard motor in anticipation of the anchor being on
board and we could chug along behind the last kids, and maybe
offer advice where I noted bad habits. As she pulled the boat up
to the anchor, then heaved the weight clear of the bottom, I
stared at her legs, butt and crotch as before. She struggled
pulling the anchor to the surface and heaved it into the boat
with a loud metallic clank. She lounged back in the front again
and stared at me with that knowing grin, and slowly spread her
legs deliberately studying my face to see whether I would avoid
looking at her or simply ogle her crotch perversely as she had
caught me before. I chickened out and made a big thing of
scanning the fleet of boats ahead as I chugged towards the back
markers. She had stared me down. The things got crazy. One of the
younger kids, three boats from the end, suddenly flipped over in
a gust of breeze. The wind was fresh and steady but this was
quite a stern gust. There was nothing untoward with a capsize but
I noted young Rodney Francis was pitched forward across the sail
which was lying on the water with the boat on its side. He had
unfortunately let the sail control rope go and was not connected
to his boat. I had no qualms about young Rod�s ability to get
back in contact with the boat on its side, and right it. He was a
tough little guy and had no fear of the water. But the problem
was the boat hull, now perched on one side, acted like a sail in
itself and was starting to twist around in the breeze, taking the
hull further away from a swimming Rodney. It was difficult to
swim in a life vest so he was putting a lot of effort into trying
to swim as fast as he needed to catch the boat which was now
skewing around and away from him.

�Samantha we�ll go to the head of the mast before it sinks and
gets stuck in the sand on the bottom� I yelled.

�He has to get it up himself� she retorted.

She was right in general terms. No outside assistance was the
usual rule but as a coach I had license to assist where I felt it
was permissible. The boats behind him had been close and now had
already gone past. The chances of him getting in contact with the
boat, and catching the other two were tough as they were all
about the same standard. Right now he was facing being a long
last.

�No come on, he�s last anyway and he�ll struggle to catch up� I
explained. �Anyway I�m allowed to help.�

She knew that. I�d helped her on more than one or two occasions
and in one case she gained several places due to my help when
other boats had mishaps. I tried to avoid my interventions
affecting racing order. But I saw no point in Rod being a long
last. I circled around the boat and came slowly up to the head of
the mast that was now slowly starting to sink below the surface
as the water flowed over the sail which had kept the rig afloat
until now. I came along side and Samantha, having benefited from
exactly this sort of help, knew to go to the middle of the side
closest the mast and reach over the side and lift the mast level
with the surface of the water. This way we would stabilize the
upturned boat and give Rod time to swim to the bottom side and
swing on the centre board poking out, and lever the boat upright.
I put the motor in neutral and moved forward behind Samantha.
This is where I went crazy. I leaned over her as she was
struggling with the dead weight of the mast, sail and water
trying to suck the sail under. As I reached over her body my
crotch came in hard contact against one leg she had pushed back
as a way of bracing herself against the weight of her efforts to
raise the sail and mast. Rodney was still a few strokes off the
back of his boat so we had to wait until he got to the centre
board and levered the boat towards upright with his weight. So I
stayed jammed against her while I helped hold the weight of the
rig. To my horror I began to harden in my shorts brought on by
the heat of her leg and the pressure against my cock in my pants.
She quickly turned and looked at me and then I guess she decided
this was OK and she stayed exactly as she was, whereas she
otherwise should have pulled away and left me to hold the mast
head. As we were hunched together Rodney disappeared behind the
hull and soon I felt the weight lighten in my hands as he was
levering the boat back to normal sail position. As the mast
lifted up and way from us we held it as long as we could, knowing
he might slip off the board and the whole mess flop back. I was
now leaning hard into Samantha who was pressed against the side
of the boat with nowhere to go.

Finally Rodney gained the impetus and the boat came up with a
rush and we let the mast go.  The boat pivoted around and the boy
scrambled into the cockpit and deftly retrieving the sail control
and the rudder handle, brought the boat under control. He never
so much as looked back once but set the sail to speed after the
boats that had passed him. I put my hands on the sides of the
boats as I was now near to overbalancing without the resistance
of the sail and mast to hold me in place. My crotch was hard
against Samantha�s leg and I moved one foot so my groin moved off
her leg but pushed against her butt. While gaining balance I
briefly stood behind her straddling her as if I was doggie
fucking her. I lost my head. Taking one hand off the rail, almost
as if in a trance, I watched it reach between her parted legs and
felt the warmth of her crotch as my fingers curled to cup her
young sex. By now I was hard and I stood brushing it against her
and felt her up in slow squeezing movements. She had every right
to scream and pull away but instead she gripped the side of the
boat tight and I felt her pressure back against my crotch and
move a leg to give me better access to her groin. I now had my
hand right through her crotch with the fingers touching her
pubis. I dragged my hand back and forth several times, rubbing
her sex through the bathing suit. I stayed mesmerized by the
touch, my straining hard on and her submission to my molesting
her.

I don�t know how long I felt her up and dry humped her butt, but
eventually the fact we were still congregating on one side of the
boat and drifting with the wind brought me to my senses and I
pulled away and retrieved my hand. As I retreated to the rear
seat she didn�t look at me but moved forwards in the boat and
leaned facing forward, her back to me. She hadn�t yelled or
pushed me off but now I sensed she was certainly pissed and was
ignoring me. I began to panic. My throat was dry and I was
sweating. She would squeal when we got in. I had to think of a
story. Of course I would deny it was anything other than an
accidental brush while helping Rodney. But the full prolonged
grope of her crotch would have to be flatly denied and lied
about. I engaged the motor in gear and slowly turned the throttle
up and we picked up speed towards the fleet which had all now
rounded the second buoy, except for Rodney. Samantha stayed with
her back to me and I noted her legs drawn together. I just knew
she realized everything had gone too far to date and she wasn�t
prepared for my rude advances. We motored on in silence and I was
flushed with fear and on the verge of panic at what had happened,
when she slowly turned to face me and drew on ankle onto the top
of other thigh. I could see the crotch shaped in the tight cloth.
She finally looked at me and a smile had returned to her lips. I
must have visibly heaved a sigh of relief.

�It�s alright. I won�t say anything� she said quietly.

I swallowed hard in relief but said nothing. I doubt if I could
utter more than a squeak anyway. She gazed nonchalantly around
then focused on me once more.

�Are you big?� she asked directly looking at my crotch.

I gulped and looked away nervously. I sure was. Despite my panic
I was rock hard.  I couldn�t help but glance down and to my
dismay my cargo shorts were tented obscenely by my erection.

�I think you�re really big� she went on. �Hard and very big.�

I looked at her and held her eyes for the first time. The shame
now subsiding due to her words and obvious attitude she was OK
with what happened.

�Can�t you tell?� I croaked.

She nodded.

�Show me� she said almost breathlessly.

I stared at her. �Oh fuck. What have I let myself get into?� I
thought.

�I want to see it. Show me� she continued.

�Samantha, I, look...� I stammered and my voice trailed off as I
looked around as if thinking the world was listening and
watching. I looked back at her.

�Samantha, I was very wrong. I should never have touched you.
Well brushing against you was an accident, but I should never
have touched you. I�m so sorry� I said in an almost wheedling
voice.

�You had your fun� she went on. �Now I want some fun� she
explained. �I won�t say anything to anyone� she added.

I actually believed her. She said it, not as a leverage to get me
to expose myself but she seemed to genuinely mean she would keep
what happened confidential between us.

�Please Mr. T. Let me see it. Please?�

I was trapped. What if I continued to refuse and she did rat me
out. What were the chances she would rat me out anyway? What did
I have to lose over what had already happened.

�Samantha please don�t ask me to do this� I pleaded.

I could see she was a little dismayed I wouldn�t play ball.

�You owe me my turn� she said evenly.

I stared at her and my silence seemed to embolden her. She sensed
I was wavering. We had drifted below the line where we would
normally track the fleet and I knew there was no one in the
immediate vicinity. On the other hand Tom or Rob or any of the
race box officials might wonder why we had got so far away from
the normal area. There were plenty of interested parties with
binoculars and I knew for a fact some of the residents around the
hills to the east had telescopes through which they observed the
daily comings and goings on the estuary. But I doubted anyone
would be able to tell the skipper of this baot could be sitting
with his cock out, exposing himself to a preteen girl at the
other end of the boat. Whether or not we were in the right sector
or not, my partial nudity would most likely never be seen.
Reluctantly I dropped a hand and began to pull my zipper down.
She leaned foreword expectantly and placed her clasped hands on
her knees, leaning on her forearms. I fished into my under shorts
and with some difficulty, I maneuvered my erect cock out into the
cool air. It was hard, red and slick with precum which had
smeared the head. I�m uncut but the foreskin had stretched back
due to my hardness and the whole thing glistened. I could smell
the sex ooze of the precum. To be truthful, this aroused me even
more and my previous gutless panic left my head and I looked at
her. She was staring wide eyed at my cock. I could tell she was
mesmerized by it. The crazy genes took over again and I
deliberately pulled the motor into neutral and slowly I began to
masturbate in front of her.

She kept glancing at my hand stroking my cock and back at my
face. Each time she forced a little grin of encouragement but I
could tell she was absolutely spellbound by what I was doing.
Soon I was into a full hard jack off and she was transfixed. I
was getting close and slowed and stopped. She looked at me in a
sort of panic.

�No, don�t stop. Make it shoot for me� she said urgently.

I moved forward to the middle seat and I reached for one of her
hands. Her immediate reaction was to pull back but she checked
herself and her initial instinct to recoil was overcome. She
gingerly reached her hand to mine and grabbing it, I wrapped her
hand around my turgid cock bobbing out of my shorts. I was
oblivious to the fact we were now drifting slowly as the impetus
of the boat waned now the motor was idling in neutral. But I was
possessed by this moment and after guiding her hand a few sturdy
jerks up and down my cock I let her jack me. She quickly got the
hang of it and soon I was groaning and telling her how great it
was under my breath as she gained more confidence and expertise
at this new experience. She was concentrating on her hand and I
smiled to myself realizing she had her tongue poking out to one
side of her lips in concentration. I started to quiver and shake
and clutched her hand to regulate the rhythm as she was somewhat
disjointed given this was new to her. With several firm guided
strokes of her small hand I gasped loudly and shot at least six
strong spurts of cum into the air. The first two got her left
knee with the resulting weaker spurts falling just short into the
bottom of the boat, floating on the shallow pool of water lying
there. She squealed and pulled back at first but I kept her hand
going and she composed herself and I guided her hand to finish me
off. Finally I was spent and I leaned away from her, and my cock
pulled out of her hand. She watched me intently as I regained
awareness of where we were, and stuffed myself hurriedly back in
my pants. I turned back to the rear seat I and regaining my
position, I put the motor in gear and revved the engine to catch
the disappearing fleet.

She looked at a dribble of cum on her hand and draped it over the
side to let the wake from the boat wash it away. She had a subtle
grin on her face as she poked at a couple of floating globs in
the water on the floor. Finally she sat with her hands on the
sides of the boat and her legs apart, affording me a clear view
of her crotch. The tight swimsuit showed the clear relief of her
labia and pubis. I looked at her from time to time and she cocked
her head to one side each time I turned towards her, and gave me
an enigmatic smile. I rolled my eyes and grinned at her audacious
behavior. There was absolutely no shame in what had happened or
the way she was sitting. She gazed towards the fleet as we
rapidly gathered them in. She spotted Heather in a tight race
with Daniel and as we skirted around the front runners, she waved
to Heather. Of course Heather was a serious sailor and ignored
her as she struggled to hold Daniel at bay. She looked miffed her
older friend had not acknowledged her and sat down on the front
seat with a bump of dejection and stared at the two older kids
sailing towards the last buoy.

�I hope Daniel beats you, you snobby bitch,� I heard her mutter.

I let out a laugh at her grumpiness. She turned and scowled and
them smiling quickly opened her crotch to my view and slyly
leered at me. God she was precocious. I wondered how discrete she
would be following the sexual contact a few minutes earlier. I
had a nagging sense of doubt and not a small amount of rising
anxiety about what I had been stupid enough to get lured into. No
one would ever blame her if it became known. I was bound for jail
for a long time.

�I thought you and Heather were bosom buddies,� I said somewhat
flippantly.

She screwed her face up and then after thinking a little bit she
lightened up.

�She�s actually cool. Not many girls her age would even talk to
me. It�s just she�s scared of her dragon mother and her mother
doesn�t like me so she ignores me when she�s around,� she
complained.

�I think it�s because her mother realizes she�s growing up and
she wants her to be a perfect lady,� I said to try and give a
balance to Heather�s mother�s cloistering of her daughter.

�She�s no perfect lady,� Samantha scoffed. �She�s very rude in
fact,� she added.

�How so?� I asked looking at her.�

We had slowed to sit near the finish line. The kids had one more
leg of the race to finish.

�She�s always talking about men and sex,� she answered candidly.
�And she flashed her tits at you that day on the keel boat. I
know you saw. She knows you saw to, even though she pretended to
look at me. She did it on purpose,� she said.

�No?� I said in mock disbelief. I knew damn well Heather did it
on purpose.

�She did and she said afterwards it made her excited that she
knew you saw her boobs,� she continued.

I continued to pull faces to show I was skeptical. I did this to
draw Samantha out with more revelations. I was more than curious
about Heather�s budding sexuality. I found my earlier anxiety at
the illicit contact with Samantha was now dissipating and I was
feeling more than comfortable with this topic of conversation.

�It�s true. And she even said she would love to do it with you.
And she said she would suck you and make you feel good,� she
babbled quickly, betraying her friends confidence.

�What about you Samantha,� I said looking at her. �What did you
say to this?�

�I said she was chicken and wouldn�t be able to do it,� she
answered smugly.

�And what about you and those things she said she would do? Could
you do those things?� I asked inquiringly holding her gaze.

�We�ve been pretty close already,� she said quietly. �Of course I
could.�

I looked at her steadily. She was right. She had gone a long way
from flashing a peek at her taught little crotch.



Daniel pipped Heather at the line and the rest of the kids
followed in over the next fourteen minutes. We circled the course
and gathered up the smaller buoys used for the juniors and
eventually came ashore. As we pulled the inflatable out of the
water, Tom came over to greet us. He was grinning and saying
Heather�s father was fuming that Daniel had beaten her and he had
her sitting on the tailgate of his truck going through the rule
book with the view to protesting. Tom added quickly that she was
beaten cold and he was being a poor sport in trying to suggest
Daniel had done something wrong. He then looked at Samantha.

�Did you learn anything in the boat with Mr. Thompson Samantha?�

�Oh lots of things,� she smiled sweetly. �It was cool. Better
than sitting on dry land because I was unable to sail.�

He looked at me for my view on her trip out with me.

�She�s right. She learned much more than sitting on the dock,� I
agreed and looked at Samantha and grinned.

She looked at me knowingly and Tom nodded and ambled off.

�Best get your boat unrigged properly in case your folks get her
early for a change,� I suggested.

�Humph,� came the snort of a reply. �Fat chance. He said he�d see
me at four,� she sneered.

It was just gone two. She helped me wash the boat and I said I
was heading over to the start box to look at the results. She
stayed with the boat, sitting gazing across at Heather and her
father arguing about the next course of events. I could hear her
father�s raised voice and turning back saw Heather with her arms
clasped across her chest hurrying to the boat shed locker room.
�Bastard� I thought. �He�s made her cry. She�s a damn good sailor
and knows the rules. She will know she was beaten fair and
square. Having ex-competitive sailors as parents was hard as it
made it difficult to teach kids fair play and how to take a loss
and to use it to do better next time. I checked the results and
noted Daniel actually won by over two minutes. Not even close.
The rest of the sailors came in around their usual places and I
figured nobody jumped a lot of places so Samantha remained just
better than half way on the overall standing with her
did-not-start from today being discarded as one of two discards.
She could still make the podium but she needed to beat another
two kids in three of the four races left. Assuming Daniel and
Heather stayed one and two as they surely would. I went back to
tell her this news but couldn�t find her by the boat. I went into
the boatshed and stood outside the girl�s locker room and called
her name. I was surprised when Heather came out instead.

�Where�s Samantha?� I asked, surprised to see Heather.

�I don�t know she said quickly,� and launched into a hasty
diatribe about her father�s view on a tactical maneuver Daniel
had made and did I think he was in the wrong. I motioned her to a
small hardware store we had to keep petrol and paint and other
maintenance items, as I knew there was a small blackboard in
there. I was also very pleased to se she was wearing a bikini top
with her baggy shorts she had been wearing that day. Her breasts
were firm and quite large for her slender frame. There was
obviously no foam cup in the breasts as I could see her nipples
poking against the material. Not necessarily pronounced, but
tantalizingly obvious. I bet mom and dad didn�t let her out in
this. She had been wearing a spray jacket and her life preserver
vest over the top during the race and this made her figure
nothing more then straight and padded.

We went over the situation on the small blackboard and I deduced
she had no rights to protest Daniel on that maneuver. She
exclaimed �exactly! That�s what I told the old shit,� and then
caught herself as she was obviously maligning her father in his
absence. She put a hand over her mouth and stifled a giggle. She
wasn�t sorry at all. I grinned and we stood, neither knowing what
to do next but I think she didn�t want to leave the secluded room
any more than I did. I looked at her and couldn�t help casting an
admiring eye over her breasts. She watched me checking her out
and stood holding her hands in front of her. I have no idea why I
did it but I slowly lifted a hand and placed it on one of her
breasts through her top. She saw the hand come up and approach
her body almost as if it was in slow motion. I was doomed I
thought. Instead of recoiling and screaming as she should have
done, she stood passive and closed her eyes slightly and seeing
this, I slowly massaged the breast and the nipple. As she showed
no sign of taking flight, I reached behind her shoulder and
pushed the door closed. I had limited time as I knew her pushy
father would be looking for her sooner or later.  I slid my hand
under her bikini top and lifted it over her breasts. She glanced
at what I was doing and to my delight, she reached behind and
pulled the tie undone and drew the garment forward and off. For
the next few minutes I stood and bending down, tasted her nipples
and felt her breasts. Soon a hand came onto my head and she ran
her fingers through my damp hair as I mouthed her beautiful
globes. Samantha�s confessions on Heather�s comments about me
came back and buoyed me to go further and I put a hand between
her legs and felt her mound. I stood working her boob like this
while I stroked her through her shorts. Very soon I felt her hand
against my shorts which were now tented with an erection. I
groaned and pulled back.

�I don�t think this is wise,� I gasped quietly. �Your father will
soon be looking for you,� I added as a caution.

�He�s gone to the start box to discuss a protest. He�ll be there
awhile arguing,� she said quickly and continued massaging my
cock.

Damn. Her breasts were nice and I�d love to get my hand in her
pants but I was highly aroused now and her hand was so good. She
had told Samantha she wanted to suck me. There was a straight
back chair covered in various streaks of dried paint. It had been
used to prop items up that were had been painted. I turned it
around and motioned her to sit. She sat and I stood in front of
her and unzipped my shorts and drew my cock out. Her eyes widened
as I�m sure she saw a real erect male penis for the first time.
She was mesmerized by it and I had to hurry her to take me in
hand. She glanced up and realized what I wanted her to do. She
wrapped her hand around it and looking up at me opened her lips
and guided it into her mouth. For the next few minutes I talked
quietly to her and gave her lessons on how to suck and mouth the
cock. Swirling her tongue around the head and then drawing it our
and licking the underside before replacing it in her mouth to
suck it again. I ran my hand lightly over her hand as it stroked
me and coached her on the use of her hand as she sucked. It
didn�t last long and I felt my orgasm start and soon I was
cumming in her mouth. She turned her face in an attempt to get
the cock out of her mouth. It was a reflex but it had the effect
of relieving some of the pleasure so I grabbed her head and
coaxed her quickly back over my cock. She spluttered and
struggled at first but then she took a deep breath and then
started to finish what she had started and drew the last few
spurts into her mouth. I calmed down and stood back, looking down
at her lovely breasts swaying from her exertions. She was wiping
at her face, realizing she has some cum there as she turned away
from the spurting cock. I run my finger up the dribble and looked
at it. She stared at it as I slowly offered it to her lips. She
wasn�t entirely sure of this but her mouth opened and I slipped
the finger in. She laved it clean and as I pulled it out, she
made tasting motions with her mouth. Satisfied it wasn�t bad, she
grinned at me and wiped the back of her hand across her lips.

�Best get back to the locker room,� I said quietly.

I couldn�t help myself and lightly stroked each breast in turn as
she stood up. Her nipples were standing up hard. She picked her
bikini top up off the floor and expertly replaced it, adjusting
the underside to ensure her breasts were comfortably nestled in.
She picked at the material to puff it out so the erect nipple
wasn�t visible and smiling at me she turned as I reached behind
her and opened the door. The store room was only a few steps to
the women�s locker room and as soon as I saw the area was
deserted, I motioned her to scurry back into the locker room to
finish getting showered and dressed.

So I had cum twice in an hour with two different minor females.
One luscious jack off session and one erotic blow job. I had felt
the swell of two tight little pussies, some nice teen boobs and
nipples, and I was sure I had license with both Samantha and
Heather, to revisit this at some time. When or where, I had no
idea but the club was not the smartest place. The affair in the
coach boat had a degree of cover. But the store room could have
been visited by Tom or Rob, or any one of a number of club
members. And not the least of which was the fact that Heather�s
cranky father was on the site and could have come looking for her
as well. I slipped into the men�s locker room and relieved
myself. I went outside and noted the club site was becoming more
and more deserted as sailors and parents of sailors left until
tomorrow�s high tide start. I went back to the club house and
bought a soda and packet of chips. I looked around and there were
a couple of old timers talking at a table, but apart from that it
was deserted. I went outside and looked around for Samantha. She
was nowhere to be seen. As I stood surveying the dwindling
numbers of club members, Heather�s father stalked past with a
paper in his hand. Protests form no doubt. I shook my head has he
glared at me and just kept hurrying towards the boat shed to get
Heather. I stood and munched my chips and soon they both came
out. Heather was lugging her gear bag and he strode a coupe of
paces ahead towards her boat, which was sitting in front of their
truck. I watched him rush about, all hot and flustered at the
day�s events, as he loaded the boat onto the road trailer, and
soon he was driving of the lot. I saw Heather glance back at me
but she was too far away to tell what expression was on her face.

I finished my chips and soda and threw the can and packet in the
trash and decided I had had a big day. Time to reflect on the
precarious situation I had found myself in with Samantha and
Heather. The nagging anxiety had returned again. I doubt it was
going to go away completely. I walked back to the boat shed and
Rob pulled up beside me in his car and lowered the window.

�We�re having a barbeque later this evening,� he said. Come
along. We might even find someone to get you laid,� he joked.

I laughed at him and said I would be there and he drove off.

By the time I got into the boat shed the club site was apparently
deserted apart form Samantha�s boat sitting on the grass rigging
area. She was nowhere to be seen and I wondered where she was
hiding. I guess I had to hang around until her parents returned.
She had said her father said he would be back about four. It was
just gone three o�clock. I did a quick check of the boat shed
double doors used to get the two patrol boats and the coach boat
inflatable that Samantha and I had used that day, in and out. The
strong bar was through the handles inside and the bolts locked
home top and bottom. I did a check of the men�s locker room and
it was empty. The odd sock and hat were lying on the floor where
kids had been a little remiss in collecting their stuff. I went
next door to the woman�s locker room and I saw it was empty to.
Where the hell was Samantha? Maybe she was down on the exposed
sand; thrown up by the retreating tide. Kids often went down to
play and fossick amongst the pools left behind and the creatures
caught stranded there. I went back to the men�s, stripped and
stood under the warm water of the shower. I had been there about
two minutes when the curtain was pulled aside and I saw Samantha
peering in at me. She looked full at my frontal and her mouth
dropped open as she saw my hairy cock and balls hanging inches
away from her face. I started with fright at anyone being here
and went to shout at her but she disappeared from view and the
curtain swung back concealing me behind it. I figured she had
shocked herself to and had scampered out of the men�s room. I
figured it was no point running naked after her. My yelp of
fright had done the trick. But next thing the curtain was pulled
back and the girl stepped in. She was naked. I stood stunned at
her audacity. Before I could open my mouth to chastise her
boldness she stepped towards me and took my flaccid cock in her
hand.

Samantha jacked me as I had shown her to do in the boat earlier
that afternoon. Soon I became hard. I reached under her and
stroked her hairless cleft and slipped a finger along the crack.
She parted her legs, looked up at me with a grin and returned her
gaze to the cock now growing in her hand. Christ it had only been
about twenty minutes since Heather had sucked me dry; and hardly
an hour before that that Samantha had jacked me off in the boat.
Could I manage this? She worked both hands on it and occasionally
looked up at me and grinned. She was totally absorbed in what she
was doing. I had difficulty getting any depth of penetration with
my fingers so I decided that would have to wait for another time.
I transferred my hands to her shoulders and pressured her gently
down. She glanced up and realized I wanted her to kneel. She
obliged and her face was now level with my abdomen. I tapped the
back of her head and she glanced up and frowned as if to ask
�what do you want?� I ran a finger over her lips and she opened
her mouth slightly and I slipped it in. I could almost see her
mind working over the meaning of this and suddenly she looked up,
eyes wide, questioning me. I took my cock, placing my hands over
hers and nudged her head forward and down with my other hand. She
got my meaning. Slowly at first, she took the head into her
mouth. Once she realized there was no bad taste, she lowered her
head some more and soon she was was sucking steadily,
occasionally looking up at me as she held the cock and licked the
tip. Dropping her gaze back to the organ in her hand she resumed
sucking. She was on a par with Heather at knowing what to do. It
was largely instinctive. I coaxed her hand and lightly pushed her
head and she got the drift of what I wanted.

Despite having cum not so long ago I felt myself getting close
and took her head in both hands. Unlike Heather, where I was
drawing out my orgasm, I allowed myself to cum quickly this time.
It took Samantha totally by surprise and I flooded her mouth
before she could twist off the head of my cock. I had nowhere
near the spurts of semen I had with Heather; this being my third
ejaculation in two hours. But it was enough for Samantha to pull
her head back as I finished the last spurt and I saw the cum
clearly inside her mouth and on her tongue. She made to spit it
out but I cupped her chin and she looked at me and deliberately
swallowed the small amount of ejaculate I had been able to
muster. After a few deliberate gulps she opened her mouth to show
me it was empty. There was a small dribble at the edge of her
mouth and, just as I had done with Amada, I scooped it with my
finger. Instead of holding it for her to study like I had done
with Heather, I simply pushed it up into her mouth and she
slurped it up. At the end she grinned and tugging my now
deflating cock a few times she rose grinning at her handiwork.

I drew her to me and turned her so the water which had been
cascading over my back, now showered us both and after turning
her right around in the stream, I eased her back and motioned for
her to leave. She nodded her understanding and stepped through
the curtain.

�Get dressed and I�ll meet you by your boat,� I instructed.

�OK,� came the reply and I heard her leave the men�s room.

I shampooed my hair quickly, rinsing it clear of the suds as soon
as I had completed the lathering. I turned the water off and
stepped out. I dried myself quickly, and dressed. I packed my
damp sailing gear into my cargo bag and switching the lights off,
walked through the boat shed to the outside door. I paused,
realizing I hadn�t checked to see if Samantha had left the
ladies. I called her name twice but there was no answer. To my
horror when I got outside, I met her father coming along the side
of the building to the entrance. I stopped, somewhat flushed at
the near miss of being caught corrupting his daughter.

�I�ve just had my ears bashed,� he chuckled and pulled a face.

�Ah. The centre board villain,� I laughed nervously.

He nodded.

�Yep. I got the blame as usual,� he said sadly.

�I did impress on her that it was the skipper�s job to make sure
all the gear was available,� I said in his defense.

�Did she agree?� he asked but it was a rhetorical question. The
answer was �no� and we both new it. We laughed together and I
felt a lot more relieved about meeting him like this. He turned
around and we walked back to the car and trailer. Samantha had
positioned the boat at the rear of the trailer ready for her
father to pull the trolley and boat up and secure it to take
away. I helped them do this and soon he had tensioned the cargo
ties and the boat was secure. He draped the mast and boom over
the roof rack of the SUV and lashed them in place. They were
ready to go. Samantha stood scowling at her father. I smiled to
myself. She would make his life hell about forgetting the centre
board. Whether it was his fault or not.

�So what happens next weekend?� he asked before climbing into the
vehicle.

I could see his plump wife sitting in the front passenger�s seat,
and the two younger children in various sizes of car seats in the
back. Samantha was standing by the rear passenger door listening
to his question.

�What do you mean?� I asked quizzically.

�There�s no high tide during daylight,� he reminded me.

�Oh. I see what you mean,� I said realizing what he meant. �No
sailing. The kids get a day off,� I said cheerfully. �We all do.�

His face clouded over at my answer.

�Is there something Samantha could do to get better?� he said
quickly, realizing he was going to be stuck with this young tyro
for an entire weekend.

I suddenly realized he was trying to get me to suggest there was
some sort of sailing related alternative to actual race days.
This was a fortunate turn of events.

�Weellll,� I started slowly. �We could do some rules work in the
classroom. But anything more than a couple of hours would drive
us all mad,� I said carefully considering my next sentence. �But
if I we went over to deep Port, we could maybe follow the older
kids who belonged to both clubs. That would be instructive,� I
added cautiously. �But I doubt if I would get many takers. Most
families like the one weekend break a month,� I concluded.

�Well could you do it just for Samantha then?� he said eagerly.
�I could make it worth your while,� he added lowering his voice
so his wife and Samantha couldn�t hear.

Samantha did hear and I saw her staring at me, waiting on my
answer with bated breath.

�Oh, no, no Phil. Please. I can�t accept anything. This is an
amateur club and we are all volunteers. But here�s what I will
do. I�ll take Samantha; say from eleven in the morning until
five. We will fill our time with rules and theory and probably go
to Deep Port to break up the boredom. I�ll promise you Saturday;
but if she and I are both not killing each other after that, I�ll
do it Sunday as well. But we review that Saturday when I drop her
off. OK?�� I said, occasionally looking at Samantha to include
her in the offer.

He grabbed my hand and pumped it.

�It�s a deal Steve. Samantha, are you OK with that?� he said and
looked at her.

�Yep. Yep,� she stammered to get the words out she was so
excited. �That sounds fair,� she added with a huge grin.

�And I�ll make sure she behaves,� her father added, pumping my
hand.

�Not likely� I thought. But I could. This had worked out way
better than I could have planned. He was almost ready to pay me
to take his young nubile preteen, oversexed and naive daughter,
to supposedly improve her sailing. And all I was going to do was
molest her with her eager consent. God this had been an eventful
day. He grinned and then ushered her to get in the SUV and beamed
at me as he climbed in behind the wheel.

�See you tomorrow, �I called as he started the vehicle. At first
he was wondering why I said that, but then realized it was still
only Saturday with another day�s sailing on Sunday. Samantha
looked at me as the vehicle pulled abreast of me as he turned to
leave the lot. There was a sly enigmatic smile on her face and
she gave a little poke of the tip of her tongue.

�And don�t forget any part of your boat,� I called after them.

I watched them go and slowly walked to my car. I could blow my
brains out now and avoid and lengthy and humiliating court case
or I could suck it up and see what was yet to emerge with my two
nubile beauties. I chose the latter option. Two blow jobs and a
water born hand job and I was still getting started. As I drove
back home, I resolved I would need to be hung for rustling the
whole flock of sheep. Not just the two sheep I had rustled so
far. That�s not to say I was not troubled by what had transpired
that day. I didn�t sleep very well and my guilty thoughts
accelerated me to the depths of regret and despair that I could
never undo this bad thing; it would always be there. No statute
of limitation for the law to come and get me if I was exposed as
a serial child molester. But then I would think of the sight of
Samantha�s bald sex, and her tightness there. And the feel of the
more mature swell of Heather�s breasts with her taught nipples. I
would masturbate to these memories and then the post ejaculation
blues would hit me again and drive into the depths of despair
once more.

I slept badly despite having more than enough to drink at Rob�s
party. I think it was because I was wracked with guilt over the
day�s events. The young women Rob and Marilyn had invited, with
me in mind, went home quite early. I am sure they had told her of
me and the possibility we might find a match. But after too many
drinks too fast I was slurring words and rather boorish humor had
scared her off. On the other hand, not getting paired off with a
complete stranger meant I could remain solitary with my thoughts
and not have the distraction of normal social intercourse, that
was getting to know a member of the opposite sex. I don�t think
Marilyn was impressed with me either; remaining somewhat cool
when I thanked her for her hospitality as I weaved down their
drive to the road.

Despite me feeling jaded and tired, the next day passed off
uneventfully by the standards of the previous day. The weather
was sunny but we still had the stiff easterly breeze. But it
wasn�t cold at all. Samantha remembered all of her equipment and
we got her onto the water without incident. Heather was chirpy
because her ignorant father had decided not to protest Daniel
over yesterday�s race. The two girls kept their distance from me;
and each other as Heather�s mom was here today. The wind
freshened through the race and I was drenched following the kids
around and made two rescues as kids sat with their boats dead in
the water as something or other had bent or broken and
immobilized them. I had one of the kid�s parents with me and we
towed the unfortunate sailors back to the care of their parents.
During one recovery I was aware of a blast of a hand horn at one
buoy. It was the signal to shorten the race and head back to the
finish line. It was when we got the second disabled boat back in
that I realized there was a great degree of consternation amongst
the parents. As usual Daniel and Heather were locked in mortal
combat and neither realized the course shortening signal, such
was their concentration on each other. The third and fourth
boats, and Samantha who was fifth around that buoy, all headed
back up to the finish as required by the signal. By the time
Heather looked back, suddenly seeing the coach boat flying the
flag to proceed to the finish, the other three boats that had
been closest were far enough ahead that she and Daniel would not
catch them. She realized first and turned to follow the rest in
the hope of getting ahead, and staying ahead of Daniel.

But what was attracting the onlookers was that Reggie and Amy who
were now first and second on the water, had both capsized in a
strong gust and Samantha who was third had slipped passed them as
they struggled to right their boats. Samantha won! Heather and
Daniel both caught and passed Reggie and Amy and with two places
between her, and Reggie and Amy, Samantha vaulted into third
equal with Amy overall in the club title series. By the time I
got in the whole club knew that the �little bitch� Samantha had
milked a win. I saw her briefly and she was almost in tears she
was so happy. It was OK to give her a hug as everyone else on the
committee had congratulated her this way. She was too bubbly to
bother about what went down the day before and I let her enjoy
this moment; realizing it may never come again. Poor Heather was
gutted being beaten by Samantha, and getting bawled out by her
father for not paying attention to the signals. I stood clear of
them and completed my cleanup and swapped jokes with Tom. As I
was washing the boat, Rob breezed by a behaved a little coolly;
possibly due to my behavior the night before but he never said
anything. As I docked the inflatable in the boat shed I saw
Heather loitering at the end of the big rescue boat. She had
finally gotten away from her sniveling parents. I looked around,
and even though there were people in the general vicinity, none
within earshot. And anyway; a coach can talk with the sailors
without attracting inquisitive stares. I went over to her and
looked at her to gauge how she was feeling. I thought the race
result would be her cross to bear right now. But instead she
looked around furtively and then stepped back a little behind the
boat so we were both concealed from being seen through the half
open boat doors.

�Are you going to the State Fair?� she asked in a hushed voice.

�W�what,� I stammered as her question took me by surprise.

�The fair on Wednesday. Are you going? She asked urgently.

�I hadn�t even thought about it I said,� wondering what she
meant.

�Please go. I though maybe you could go and we could meet there,�
she explained

�I guess I could go for awhile,� I said slowly trying to figure
out what she had in mind.

�Mom and dad are dropping me off at about eleven o�clock. I�m
meeting my friends there. But it would be good to see you
somewhere were my parents aren�t around,� she continued.

I nodded my understanding about her parents close attendance.

I figured it would be OK. There�s plenty of opportunity to get
out of anything that might prove compromising, in a public place.
Besides, apart from the sexual allure she held for me, she was
also a nice kid and I hadn�t really ever had any social contact
with her. And maybe her friends were hotties as well. What harm
could there be?

�Ok. Sounds a plan. Where should I meet you?� I said confidently.

�Don�t worry. I�ll find you,� she assured me.

With a sweet smile she turned and went to the woman�s locker
room. I stood watching her go. She was a cool customer. No hint
of awkwardness following yesterday�s incident. And obviously the
thought of meeting me at the fair outweighed her normal
self-directed anger at falling short and getting beaten.

I turned and walked towards the door and ran slap bang into
Samantha.

�I won,� she gushed.

�I saw,� I answered laughing at her. �Well done.�

�I�m just going to let Heather know,� she said wickedly and
grinned.

�Whoa young lady,� I said frowning and taking her arm.

The smile vanished and she looked at me a little worried.

�I know Heather has often pointed out when you have done poorly
when she has won. But this is not worth payback. You know and I
know you won because of her mistake. And also because you paid
better attention to the situation of the race. She knows that and
I bet she respects you for your concentration and perseverance,
Samantha. But if you rub it in, next week she will beat you
again; and you know she will. And she will remember it if you rub
her nose in it,� I said sternly. �Just enjoy the victory because
of your own merits and don�t rubbish her for her failure. Be
sporting and gracious in victory. She�ll respect you for it.�

She nodded solemnly and gave a weak grim and turned to go, then
stopped.

�What shall I wear next week?� she said with a sly grin.

�Bring your rules book and a notebook and pen to take notes,� I
said in all seriousness, regarding the supposed rules coaching we
had a greed with her father.

She gave me a knowing smile.

�I guess what I wear won�t matter as I won�t have it on for
long,� she sniggered and turned and stalked off to the locker
room.

I stood watching her. I felt like shit. What was I doing
harboring sexual urges for a twelve year old girl? It was easier
with Heather because, despite her age, she had all the womanly
attributes. It was morally no better to covet her than Samantha,
but at least it was because of her physical consistency with
woman of a legal age. But what worried me most was now both of
them were taking the initiative. Their adolescent flashing and
display was one thing to note and abdicate any responsibility for
me; because it was them that initiated the displays. And the
sexual contact yesterday was truly unplanned and spur of the
moment, no matter how inappropriate I had been. But now both were
actively planning situations to become more intimate with me. And
I was the one to stop it in both cases. But could I?

I wrestled with my conscience right up until Wednesday morning
when I had decided that the excitementof meeting Heather at the
fair for a hotdog and Coke was more than I could dismiss as
folly. I set off and before long I was walking through the main
gate of the fairground and nonchalantly scanning for her. I
didn�t have to wait long to find her. She was standing with about
six other girls and she was facing the gate obviously scanning
the crowd looking for me. She spotted me and her face lit up. My
heart skipped a beat. She was wearing a tight pair of low rider
jeans and what seemed like a cotton blouse that she had
unbuttoned down to the top of her bra, just visible through the
cotton material. I wandered towards the group and she stepped
forward and walked to meet me smiling widely at me. I noted one
of her friends had seen her move quickly towards me and tapped
another friend to draw their attention to Heather walking to
greet an older man. As she approached I watched the body language
of the group and now they were all staring, and no doubt
wondering what she was doing.

�Hi she gushed. You came. I am so, so glad you did,� she gushed.

�Well I had nothing planned so I though a Coke and hotdog might
be the order of the day. And to spend time with a pretty girl,� I
laughed.

�Oh this is so cool,� she beamed.

�I seem to have stirred some interest with your friends,� I said
looking past her shoulder.

She turned and glanced back.

�They�re just jealous,� she said smiling at me. �I get to have a
Coke and hotdog with my cute sailing coach,� she gushed and
giggled. �Give me a moment,� she said touching my arm, and turned
quickly and went back to the group of teenage girls watching us.
They went into a huddle around her and I watched their
expressions as she spoke. Occasionally someone would look at me
and I noted the wicked grins and smirks in my direction. I did
not have a good feeling about being identified by so many young
girls. This was potentially a volatile situation if one or more
chose to blab to someone else; or to a parent who knew Heather�s
parents. I was going to have to have a pretty innocent story as
to what I would be doing wandering the fair with her. I toyed
with turning and walking straight back out the gate but she was
now hurrying back towards me.

�Come and join us,� she said quickly, then lowered her voice;
�its better we are with them for awhile,� she said, taking my
arm.

She introduced me to them all and apart from a Tracy and an
Allison, I totally missed the other names, given my preoccupation
with the belief the whole world was watching me and disapproving.
Even the plainest girl in the bunch was delectable given they all
wore these skin tight jeans and they were all slim. There was two
of the girls who could probably pass for eighteen, at certain
vantages. This was Tracy and Allison and probably another reason
why I remembered their names alone. I forgot the rest of the
names almost as soon as I was introduced to the nextone. The next
hour or so went remarkably straight forward. Despite my
misgivings, the girls quickly lost any thoughts this was improper
and it wasn�t long before the group had splintered as different
ones wanted to take different rides and eventually there was just
Heather and me. Up until now we had chatted as a various sized
group depending who had wandered in and wandered out. The teen
code seemed to endorse I was Heather�s friend and none of the
other girls attempted any flirting or come on of any sort. So
eventually we leaned against the side of a cotton candy booth
munching a hotdog and sipping Coke as we had said we would. She
was prattling aimlessly about her friends; who was neat, who was
a bitch sometimes and why these girls only, were allowed in the
group. She fell silent as we ate.

�Would you like to do a ride?� I asked.

She screwed her nose up at the suggestion, then laughed and
giggled and took my arm.

�Ooh oh oh, let�s do the Tunnel of Love,� she laughed
hysterically at her suggestion.

I groaned and rolled my eyes.

�That would not be smart,� I chuckled and shook my head
disapprovingly at her suggestion.

�It would be a gas,� she laughed.

The mirth passed and she became more thoughtful.

�I never did the Horror Express, she said. �We were all too
chicken because we heard things happen suddenly and you get
frights. I�d do it with you though,� she said looking t me.

�OK. The Horror Express it is then,� I confirmed.

We finished our snack and stood in line for the next Horror
Express ride. Two of the girls drifted by and stopped briefly for
a chat. The looked impressed Heather was going to do the ride
with me. I wondered why they thought this could be as frightening
as it was all man made stunts in darkened twisting tunnel. I�d
been in these sorts of things before and found them ho hum. But
as it turned out this was far from ho hum and not because of the
frightening ghosts and ghouls that flew out from all over as the
carriage trundled through the blackness. It was in fact foreplay.
We had got no more than the first skeleton that suddenly appeared
luminous in front of us when I felt Heather push close and her
hand went between my legs. By the headless horseman she was
massaging my hard on through my jeans and I had an arm around her
shoulder and my hand inside her bra fondling a nipple as we took
advantage of a protracted pitch black moment to kiss
passionately. If I had any thought of backing out of any
compromising situation I had let that thought founder as my cock
hardened under her nagging hand. By the time we came out of the
ride we were both in a state of confused excitement

�Can you leave with me?� I said quietly as if the world was
listening.

�Yep, of course. As long as I�m back by four thirty,� she said
breathlessly.

We went out a rear exit from the fairground and circled around to
where I had parked my car. As we drove to my apartment, she had
her hand between my legs steadily massaging my erection;
occasionally looking at me and giving me a knowing smile. At one
point as we paused for a red light, I had to gently dissuade her
from working me too hard through the cotton of my pants, lest I
cum in my shorts.


�What about your friends?� I asked, struggling to get control of
my emotions. �Won�t they be a bit suspicious you�ve disappeared?�

�No. I said I might be leaving about one o�clock anyway. So no
one will miss me,� she said kneading my crotch gently.

�That might still look a bit odd, you not appearing to say
goodbye,� I suggested.

�No it will be easy. Stacy is there in the group. We sometimes
fight as to who says what we do. So she won�t miss me to argue
with. She�ll get her way today.�

�Are you sure about this Heather?� I asked gently.

The question seemed moot as she was still fondling my cock
through my pants. She grinned and nodded, giving me a firm
squeeze.

�I�ve been thinking about this ever since that day on the keel
boat. You know, when you were in the toilet,� she said.

I was stunned. She knew I was there!

�You knew?� I gasped.

She nodded again and giggled.

�I saw you go down and when we chased the boys out before we got
changed, I didn�t see you anywhere. I realized you must have been
in the toilet. So I started to get undressed quickly because I
knew you wouldn�t want anyone to know you burst out on us half
dressed,� she continued. �And I heard that wheel thing on the
door porthole turn and I knew you were making the gap wider to
look at us.�

I stood stunned and I had to hand it to her, she had me cold. I
had nothing to say.

�Did I look nice?� she asked sheepishly.

�You looked more than nice,� I grinned. �You looked beautiful.�

She grinned and mouthed �thank you� and squeezed me again

�And the dive and flashing of your breasts?� I asked expectantly.

�That was to get your eyes off Samantha and her crotch,� she said
with a grin.

I nodded my understanding and smiled weakly. Those two had me
sorted from the beginning.



That afternoon I took her virginity. It went surprisingly well. I
drove into the garage after opening the door with the remote, and
we walked into the house after the door closed behind us.
Concealing her arrival from nosey neighbors. There was no need
for any preamble. We both knew what was to happen. I had prepared
for the eventuality of sex here at home with the provision of
condoms and lube so I knew I was covered. And my current state of
libido and lust for Heather had well and truly relegated my
conscience about sex with an underage girl, into the background.
We started out kissing and petting on my bed and I slowly removed
her tee shirt and bra and spent some minutes kissing and suckling
her breasts. They were firm and pert with her nipples being hard
and I knew she was feeling some sexual urges. She was clearly
responding to the physical contact. She wasn�t idle either and
she had my belt undone and flies open. Her hand was somewhat
cramped so she consoled herself by simply holding my erection,
with little attempt to jack me due to the constricted movement
caused by my body laying half over hers.  But as I moved to undo
her jeans she jacked me quickly as I knelt to remove her pants
and panties. She paused and lifted her hips as I guided the tight
fitting denim and skimpy lace panties down her thighs; she lifted
her legs and I drew the garments completely off her.  She lay
naked and looked at me with a smile of apprehension as I quickly
removed my polo shirt. I stepped off the bed briefly and dropped
my jeans and kicked them away. As I approached the bed she leaned
and reached for me and I stood and watched her bring her face
close to my cock which she was now fondling. She looked up at me
with her watery green eyes and then bent and took me in her
mouth.

I let her suck me for about three or four minutes. I coached her
hand to jack rhythmically as she slurped and swirled my cock. I
was sure I was the first cock she had sucked because she was
clearly adjusting her style as she went further by lifting my
erection and licking the underside and then down each side before
tasking the head back in her mouth. Most teenage girls would have
some idea about blow jobs even if they had never given one. What
with the internet and the availability of porn images even on
some less hard core sites. I heard somewhere that high school age
kids didn�t even regard blowjobs as real sex these days. While
this was very erotic, I wanted to touch and feel her. But as she
was half kneeling facing the side of the bed as I stood in front
of her, I needed to get her on her back so I gently disengaged
her mouth and hand and guided her back. The look of apprehension
returned to her face as she clearly realized the moment of truth
had arrived. I eased up onto the bed and kneeling between her
legs, I nudged her open wider and slipped my fingers into her
slit.

She lay passive, her hands on her chest just above her breasts
and elbows tucked in by her side, and watched me as I slowly
started to finger her gently; sliding my fingertips inside her
labia and up to her clitoris. I watched my fingers and
occasionally looked at her and smiled and then back to my fingers
again. I didn�t attempt to penetrate her with my fingers; just
stroked up and down in an attempt to arouse her. After a few
minutes of this I realized she was not responding as I hoped and
I could see she was a little pensive about what I was doing. At
first I thought she may want to back out but then I reassured
myself she was probably at a loss of what she must do, if
anything, and maybe she was just anxious about her own
performance. I decided the conquest was far more important than
the attempt for the need to have coincident orgasms and pleasure.
Not for this first time at least. I resolved to simply penetrate
her and see what develops. I leaned back and then reached across
her to one side of the bed, to the nightstand and opened the top
drawer. She pulled herself to one side as I had to flatten out
half across her to reach in the drawer and take the KY and a
condom out.

I knelt between her legs and took the KY and squeezed a generous
helping onto my fingertips and started to work the lube between
her labia. She lifted her head off the pillow to watch. Her hands
were still to her shoulders as before. I slowly worked the KY gel
into her slit, and then for the first time, I slid the greased
fingers deeper into her vagina. At this point she placed her
hands beside her body and lay back as I fingered her. She was
tight. I was a little surprised because she had the body size of
a grown woman. There were plenty of mature women smaller than her
and I automatically assumed she would be a lot looser than she
was. I repeated the application of lube twice more and soon had
her very greasy inside and there was a dull sheen of the lube in
her brown pubes along the crease of her labia and groin. I had
noted the pubic hair was curly and quite long though quite
sparse. She had clearly reached puberty at least two years
earlier but the pubic cover was hardly a bushy thatch as I had
experienced with older women. She was obviously still developing.
I decided she was ready and I tossed the KY tube behind me on the
bed and picked up the condom. Now that I had stopped massaging
her sex, she raised her head again and watched me tear the foil
with my teeth and remove the condom.

�You don�t need that,� she said dully, looking at me.

I paused surprised she had broken her silence so suddenly like
this. She saw the question in my expression and answered before I
asked it.

�I�m on the pill. I have been for awhile. It regulates my
periods,� she stated simply. �You don�t need a condom.�

�Right. That�s cool,� I said quickly.

Bareback. That was best. I had this carnal bent that my cum
inside a woman was somehow the epitome of ejaculation. Even when
being jacked off, I always wanted my cum to flow in the mouth,
rather than on the face or body. I dropped the rolled condom and
the torn foil behind me, near the KY tube. My hands were still
greasy so I slowly transferred the remaining KY to my cock with a
few slow strokes. I was ready. I eased forward on my knee and
instinctively she drew her legs up and splayed them at the knees;
heels digging into the bed. I took my cock in one hand and spread
her labia with the other and placed the head of my cock to the
slightly dilated opening between her labia. I moved the head up
and along her slit and picked up more of the grease from her, and
then pushing down slightly, I slowly eased my cock into her tight
waiting warmth.

The penetration went easier than I had anticipated. I slowly
flattened onto her and moved my hips gently back and forth and
now that the cock was engaged, the lube did its thing and I
slowly but steadily gained deeper entry. Once I was sure my cock
wouldn�t spring out I eased my hands either side of her shoulders
and light gripped them as I supported my weight on my elbows. She
lifted her hands to my upper arms and she looked me in the eyes
as I slowly eased home. There was no constriction, no apparent
pain or discomfort from her, so I simply started the fucking
movements. And I fucked her slowly and carefully for about ten
minutes. She clung to me and mostly gazed into my eyes, somehow
trying to read my eyes for guidance. I sensed she was feeling
totally inexperienced at what to do and I whispered �are you OK?�
as I fucked her. She grinned quickly and nodded and clasped her
bottom lip with her top teeth. Not a clench, just a little
expression of the enjoyable apprehension she was feeling as she
lost her virginity. I made sure to keep eye contact as I wanted
her to believe I wasn�t just fucking anyone. I think she
appreciated this as she occasionally gave me a little smile as I
bent and nuzzled her, and almost as an afterthought; I moved one
hand to a nipple and teased it while massaging the breast. She
lifted her head slightly and pulled our faces together as an
expression of affirmation of the intimacy about what we were
experiencing. I let the feeling in my groin build and eventually
abandoned the nipple and pushed myself back up a little,
transferring my weight from my elbows to the palms of my hands
beside her shoulders, elbows lock and arms stiff supporting me. I
fucked her deeper and she gave a few gasps of discomfort as I
clearly bottomed out against her cervix. I had increased the pace
and as I quickened to my eventual orgasm and she was now gasping
and grunting as I fucked her and came hard deep inside her body.
She was a virgin no more and I flooded her with what seemed like
the ejaculation of a lifetime. Even as I was till pushing and
spurting to a delirious close, I felt the immediate increase in
wetness bought about by the semen being dragged back by the
pumping action of the cock.

I finally gasped my final thrust and she had her hands locked
around my neck and her eyes closed tightly and mouth open as she
gasped at the deep intrusion inside of her. I twisted half off
her to minimize my weight on her body and as I lay and looked at
her, she wrapped her arms around me and cradled me like a child.
I watched her studying my face. Probably wondering what it all
meant; this abandonment and total collapse of the male who had
just cum hard. She would learn this as she grew older and became
more sexually experienced. A man�s staying power was virtually
zero, during those first minutes after orgasm. The mental and
physical tuning for the conquest quickly evaporated like a
deflating balloon.

�That was so great,� I gasped and smiled at her.

She nodded and smiled back.

�You OK?� I asked cautiously.

�Of course. I wanted it to happen,� she said with a sweet smile.
�Since I first met you.�

�I mean do you feel OK. Not sore?� I clarified my question.

�Yep, I�m OK. It was a little uncomfortable. But it was my first
time so I expected it to be much worse. But it wasn�t,� she
confirmed.

I eased back and saw my softening cock had slipped fro her body.
I could se the plump sex and the slight pinkness of the inside of
her labia. There was a slight trail of semen o her outer labia
nearest my gaze and I saw the sickly dribble around my cock head
and the small gobs of semen caught in her pubic hair. But no
trace of blood which was what I was searching for. I mustered
some strength and eased up and peered at her crotch. Her sex was
smeared together by the obvious film of semen mixed with KY,
between the lips. Like the white woodworker�s glue, used to join
two delicate pieces of wood. I slipped a finger into her and she
raised her head and studied what I was doing.

�What�s wrong?� she asked with a faint tone of concern.

�Nothing. I was just wondering if you had bled at all. Being this
was your first time,� I answered gently.

�No,� she chuckled. �That happened a long time ago,� and then she
blushed at what she said, as if remembering something.

�What do you mean?� I asked somewhat suspiciously.

Maybe I wasn�t her first yet she clearly said I was. She saw the
confusion in my face.

�I did it myself. When I was about twelve, �she said sheepishly.
�Broke my hymen I mean.�

I must have looked somewhat incredulous as she chuckled and
brushed her fingertips down my arm as a sign of reassurance.

�This really was the first real time. With a man. With you. I�ll
always remember this time and never forget you,� she said rubbing
my arm. �You will always have that special place in my life.�

I leaned forward and we kissed.

�I�ll never forget this either,� I said somewhat breathless as I
broke the kiss.

I arranged myself beside her and we lay naked on the bedspread. I
wondered what mess it would be I as I knew the semen would leak
from her body. I should have pulled it back. Sheets were much
easier to wash clean afterwards. She nestled in the crook of my
arm and we lay quite for some time. Finally I spoke.

�Tell me about breaking you hymen,� I said quietly.

She gave a little snort as a stifled laugh at my question.

�No big deal really. I simply broke it with this vibrator thing I
found in mom�s side of their closet. It didn�t quite go as
planned and it was more an accident. I cried and I was really
worried by the blood�� she tapered off as she was recalling the
moment she had really taken her virginity. From the vaginal
penetration aspect at least.

�A vibrator? Your mothers?� I gasped in surprise.

She laughed.

�It surprised me to. I found it in a shoebox. Under some old
letters and things she had inside of the box on her closet shelf.
I don�t know when she ever used it. It did really shock me at
first but after thinking about it for a few days I took it out
one day when she was delayed at the supermarket and I was alone
for awhile just after I got home from school.�

She paused in her tale and I studied her face. There was a sort
of dreamy look as she obviously had enjoyed the adventuire she
was recalling.

�So what happened?� I asked to break her reminiscence and get her
back to the story.

She turned and glanced at me.

�Anyway, I sort of didn�t know about the vibrator use; I simply
saw it as something to push in. I tried it on my back and it was
quite difficult so I sort of put the end on the bed and squatted
over it. And I lost my balance and it went in deep and then,
well�pain and some blood came.�

She paused, recalling the moment as she was about to continue.

�I know now what had happened, but back then I wasn�t really very
knowledgeable about it all and I panicked because I got blood on
the bed and everywhere. It was so very red and I�d never seen
that before. And I felt sick,� she explained.

�I don�t like blood,� she added as an afterthought. �And I didn�t
have any nice feelings with it in me either,� she said quietly.
�I think I thought it was just a matter of pushing it in and the
whole sex thing would instantly be revealed.�

�What happened next?� I asked quietly, wanting her to ctell me
everything.

�Well when mom came home but by then I had put it away. I cleaned
most the blood off first but I knew she would see it. So I told
her I had had some bleeding. I knew about periods and stuff so I
thought I could convince her that is what it must be. She was
very caring because she thought I had had my first period too,
and she simply took me to the bathroom and we cleaned the blood
away and I had to wear tampons for a week or so until she
realised there wasn�t a real period.�

She paused briefly, then continued her tale.

�She said I had had premenstrual spotting and hugged me and said
soon I would be a properly grown, like a woman. Of course on that
score she was right as I thuink my fumblings and shoving started
something �cos a few weeks later I did get my period,� she
continued. And then after a few times they became irregular and I
had cramps; and she recalled the first time she thought I had
spotted and took me to the doctor. He put me on the pill as a
trial to see if we could get me regular. I�ve been on birth
control ever since.� She concluded.

She thought for a moment then continued.

I thought about her mother and the vibrator. The thought of the
tubby woman working herself off was too much to comprehend.

�What are you thinking?� she asked.

�I was thinking why your mother had a vibrator,� I said and
looked at her for an answer.

I regretted having said that. She looked hurt at my comment.

�I�m sorry Heather. I didn�t mean to be snide about your mom,� I
said quickly.

�No, it�s all right. I know she�s not very glamorous. And she
could lose a few pounds. I wondered why she had it at all. She
and dad seem solid enough�� she trailed off.

�Maybe there is some simple nagging sexual problem she can�t
discuss. And this way she can be loving with him yet still have
her pleasure this way if she wants,� I said reassuringly. Lots of
couples practice solo sex. I did when I lived with my girlfriend.
And she confessed she did to.�

She stiffened when I mentioned the word girlfriend. I�d best stay
off this topic as she obviously didn�t like the mention of past
love interests on my part. I looked at my watch. It was two
thiry-five. Not much of the day left if she was being picked up
at four thirty. Getting her back to the fairground would eat up
about half an hour with dressing and driving back. I wanted
another go at her delicious body.

�Come on and let�s clean you up and try something else,� I said
quickly.

I helped her off the bed and guided her before me into the
bathroom. I motioned to the washbasin and a facecloth draped on
the edge and suggested she clean herself down. She loked at me a
little embarrassed but took the cloth and wetted it under warm
water. She turned half away from me as if to preserve her long
lost modesty and she wiped herself while I pissed. She turned
quickly when she heard my urine splash into the bowl and she
crept back holding the cloth and peered at me pissing. She
giggled like a little girl and grinned as I shook the drops off
my semi hard cock.

�It�s nearly big again,� she gushed and reached for it and
touched it with her fingertips.

�I shook it too hard,� I laughed. �And your cute butt helped as
well,� I chuckled and gave her buttock a light slap.

She giggled and we went back to the bedroom. I followed behind
her; studying her body. I was really impressed by her figure. She
had the height and her waist was nice and slim which accentuated
her womanly hips and curves. Yet she had a to-die-for butt. Like
the perfect peach butt in the Wrangler jeans advertisement. And
the long blond hair nestling in the hollow of her back was a nice
top-off for the whole teen package. I wanted her again. I was
getting hard just thinking about it.zShe was about to climb back
up onto the bed but I stopped her, and she waited while I pulled
the ornate bedspread off and rolled the blanket back exposing the
bottom sheet. I noted a definite wet patch on the bedspread. I
would need to sponge it clean as it was too bulky for the washing
machine. She climbed up and rolled on her back and waited.

I knelt over her and we kissed and I trailed my fingers down her
belly to her pubic mound and eventually slid them into her. As we
kissed I concentrated on her upper slit and the clitoris. After a
while she began little movements and made small noises in her
throat as we kissed and I realized she was getting some arousal
from my fingers. I moved to her small tight breasts and worked
the nipples alternately between teeth and fingers. Nipping and
sucking and she was now relaxed and I felt for the first time she
was lubricating naturally. There had been some residue of the KY
and my cum, despite her wiping herself, but I sensed the new
moistness was her natural juices brought on by burgeoning
arousal. I went for the kill. I trailed my lips slowly down her
body and drew in on her sex, sliding my tongue between the labia
and settled into eating her out. She responded quickly and soon I
was struggling to keep her still as she was now excited by my
tongue working over her clitoris. I slid two fingers easily into
her and she had her hands in my hair and she was gasping and
making small mewling noises. To my delight, after several minutes
of this, she came. It took me by surprise, and I was so happy for
her and I looked up at her face, while I had my fingers buried in
her cunt. She had her head thrown back and one arm across her
forehead while she bucked and pushed my head against her crotch
with her other hand. I smiled with my mouth full of her sweet sex
as I craned my eyes to drink in her first orgasm.  I moved up her
body and sought her mouth and kissed her softly. She removed her
arm from across her forehead and draped it around my neck. I
still had one hand between her legs and slowly worked her sex
lips and clitoris. She gave little gasps as I hit the spot, and
she twisted her legs closed as I was now making her too sensitive
to touch, following her orgasm. I smiled at her and petted her
cheeks with my lips and tip of my tongue.

I saw her go into that post-orgasm afterglow as she her eyelids
drew closed so I gently turned her onto her side. She opened here
eyes briefly as she felt me pushing her shoulder, but as a sexual
novice and an excellent student, she willingly rolled onto her
side with her arms in close to her chest. I moved her upper leg
forward and gently encouraged her to the knee and push it
forward. I sat back and viewed the fullness of her labia and the
slit, now easily accessible between her legs. The leg resting
against the bed was pointing straight down the bed and I
straddled it. I took my cock in hand and eased forward on my
knees and slid the head along her exposed slit. I leaned forward
and guided myself into her slowly. She raised her head
momentarily but then realizing what was happening, she laid it
back on the pillow and resigned herself submissively to the fact
I was penetrating her once more. I eased her upper thigh so that
her leg came up towards her belly and kneeling this way, I fucked
her on her side slowly and deliberately. Hunching down and
leaning in close to her, so as to penetrate her as deep as I
could. Occasionally she gave a low moan and I realised the angle
of penetration was twisting at her sex and causing discomfort. I
resigned myself to the fact she was just too tight, positioned
this way, to avoid her discomfort as I worked in and out of her.
I abandoned this position and slowly guided her onto her stomach
and coaxed her gently back onto her knees. She braced her hands
and forehead on the pillow and I now dog-fucked her; kneeling
between her legs.

From this position I watched the back of her cunt pull back and
push in with my fucking. She was certainly tight but now at least
I had a straight push into her towards her cervix. She continued
to give the occasional grunt but this position was clearly more
relaxed then the previous sideways entry. I fucked her for about
ten minutes this way until I felt the familiar nagging of the
onset of ejaculation. I slowed and thought of anything to stave
off the inevitable. I thought of her tubby mother and the
vibrator. But my thoughts quickly turned from this unlikely sight
to Heather with the same toy, breaking her own hymen. That
thought and the innocent candor of her telling me about it saw me
suddenly cascade to another shuddering orgasm as I ejaculated
strong and hard into her teen cunt. I pushed as deep as I could
go and twice she moaned deeply and lifted her head off the pillow
in reaction to the sudden pang of discomfort as I hit her cervix.
I couldn�t control my final stages of orgasm and she cried out as
I finally embedded myself to the balls and collapsed on her,
forcing her off her knees, flat on the bed.

It was some minutes before I drew myself up and off her with some
difficulty, as I was literally spent. I glanced at her lying flat
on her stomach with her legs spread apart and I could see the
semen leaking onto the bed. A small ribbon of cum dangled from
one of her labia. I looked at my watch. It was three fifty. Shit!
We�d best get going lest her parents arrived at the fairground
and she wasn�t waiting. No point in arousing unnecessary
suspicion. I roused her and she slowly rolled over and lay
looking at me. She had a dreamy smile on her face.

�Come on sweetie. We�d best get you dressed and back to town,� I
said quietly.

She grinned and nodded and tried to raise her upper body from the
pillow. She collapsed and laughed at her own ineptitude at being
able to rise. I grinned and reaching for her hands, pulled her to
a sitting position. She shuffled her butt forward and slid her
legs off the bed onto the floor. I caught her from stumbling as
she sought to gain control of her balance and she crumpled
against me. She tilted her head up to me and draping a hand
around my head, pulled me into a kiss. I was holding a naked
fourteen year old girl but she had been like a grown woman,
despite her lack of experience at sex. I held her and kissed
back, searching for her tongue and twirling against it with my
own tongue. She would have stayed this way indefinitely as she
was now pressed against me and kissing me fervently. Eventually I
broke the clinch.

�Come on, we�d best get going,� I insisted.

She made a mock scowling face in protest but I took her hand as
she tried weakly objecting to my breaking her reverie with the
kissing, and led her to the bathroom. We both wiped ourselves
with a warm soapy wash cloth and to my amazement she sat and peed
loudly without any sort of embarrassment with me standing
watching her. She gazed at my flaccid cock and a couple of times
she looked up and smiled sweetly at me. I have been with a number
of women who were nowhere near as casual about their nudity as
Heather was right then. I was very impressed at how relaxed and
candid about her toilet, she was. She finished peeing and the
bathroom was filled with the strong odor of post-coital urine. It
seems to be a stronger almost sickly smell following sex. We
dressed quickly and I ushered her downto the garage and into the
car. We left home and sped back to the fairgrounds. We didn�t
speak as I drove. Both locked in our recollections of what went
down earlier that afternoon. By now I was having pangs of remorse
given her age. I had done something I could not put back the
clock on. Secrecy and non-disclosure were my only allies for the
future, for avoding going to jail for statutory rape. I had
pondered the consequences leading up to the actual taking of her
virginity. God knows I could just as easily be jailed for the
blow job she gave me at the clubhouse days before this adventure.
And that wasn�t counting my sexual contact with Samantha. These
thoughts bought about my silence.

For Heather�s part, she sat leaning slightly forward in her seat
with her hands clasped between her knees. I figured she was
reflecting on being naked with me; of seeing me naked and erect,
rather than my cock poking out of my flies as it had been during
the boathouse blow job. I wondred what she must be thinking about
her experience; and her friends and their adolescent sexual
endeavors to date. I ferevently hoped she had no intention of
bragging about what we had done. Even quiet confiding to her most
trusted friend was a danger. For her part, she wore a look of
self satisfied inner contentment that she had gone through with
it. And judging by her expression, she had none of the regrets
like I was feeling right now. We arrived at the fairgrounds just
after four thirty, and parked on the opposite side of the road to
the rear entrance. People were already starting to stream from
the gates, as the day�s festivities had concluded, and making
their way home. She turned as if to embrace me, but I warned her
off gently with a touch of my hand to her arm.

�Not her sweetheart. You never know who might see us,� I said
quickly.

She paused and then realised I was right.

�When can I see you again? Like we were today, I mean,� she said
softly.

�I guess it depends when you can get away from your folks,� I
answered candidly.

She screwed up her face at the problem this thought posed us.

�I can�t think of when,� she said ruefully. �Maybe I can dodge
the movies next time we go as a group,� she answered as if
thinking allowed. �I�ll work on it.� She concluded.

She gazed at me somewhat expectantly, as if I had some idea or
plan for future liaisons.

�You�d best get going,� I said softly, and then added. �Are you
OK?�

She smiled and nodded.

�I feel great. It was so great. You were so great,� she said as
the words tumbled out as she tried to get her emotions and
feelings in the right order to what she was obviously feeling.

�And you were great to,� I said smiling back.

�Really? You�re not just saying that?� she asked beaming.

�Really, you were,� I reassured her. �Now scoot before your
mother and father happen across us,� I said looking around to
make sure they weren�t in the vicinity.

She smiled sweetly and opened the door and left. She walked
steadily away from the car, not looking back, but wisely
concentrating on putting distance between us. I quickly put the
car into Drive and drove quickly away.

My feelings of trepidation over the sex with this teen girl did
not leave me until some hour through that night. I eventually
drifted off to sleep after lying and worrying; only to wake at
daybreak with a hard on and relieving myself by jacking violently
as I lay naked with the blankets tossed back off of my body. I
cried out as I came; visions of fucking Heather at some unknown
location at some future time. Relieving the pleasure I had taken
from her. I watched my semen spurt high into the air and drop and
spatter on my belly and thighs as I roughly stroked myself to
delicious release. Then the feelings of concern started to flood
back through me. It was sometime later that day that I had worked
through the emotional turmoil our illicit liaison and the anxiety
of discovery had left me. By the end of the week I had exorcised
that particular demon; on the back of numerous jack off sessions
while reliving the obvious pleasure I had gained by screwing
Heather. I was almost regretting that I had agreed to give
preteen Samantha the coaching instruction that coming weekend.
She and I both believed it was a pretense to further the
burgeoning sexual contact I had already been guilty of. Given the
developed womanly attributes Heather had, Samantha�s flat chest
and bald sex were now somewhat less inviting to me. However the
reality was that I would prove myself wrong. My time with
Samantha turned out to be far more erotic than I had decided it
could be.

Samantha arrived shortly before ten thirty on the Saturday
morning. Half an hour earlier than agreed with her father but
true to form, he couldn�t wait to foist his temperamental preteen
on someone else while he and his wife went off to indulge
themselves in whatever, without her to annoy them. She had a
plain white polo shirt and short denim skirt on, with open toed
sandals. She looked absolutely beautiful with her hair pulled
back in a pony tail. To any male, she was on the cusp of
womanhood and the package was extremely tempting despite her
obvious young age. I detected the outline of a training bra
behind the polo shirt and smiled to myself. I wondered if this
was an attempt by her to make herself more alluring and more
grown up. I recall the previous flashes I had got of her flat
chest and it wasn�t at all discouraging given her nipples had
already developed to be hard dark little nubbins on the broader
though slight mounds of her budding breasts. I had been more than
turned on by their effect.

Unlike with Heather, where there was an element of wondering how
far she would go with me, the instances of sexual contact with
Samantha had been more frequent and matter of fact so there
wasn�t any real need to pursue some phony romantic lead-in. I
knew I was going to fuck her. I was sure she knew that to. And so
as soon as the basic courtesies were over with her father, and he
had driven off, I guided her into the house and without any
pretense went straight to my bedroom. The bed unmade from my
previous nights sleep and it didn�t warrant beingmade, given my
carnal plans with Samantha. And I had already placed KY lubricant
and a number of condoms on the night stand in preparation. The
previous wild thoughts of discovery and anxiety had long faded
and I had made my preparations filled with an excited
expectation. I had been unsure about the condoms as I clearly had
no idea if she had started her periods yet. Even so, I had
figured she was old enough to have started; and knowing she could
ovulate before her first period anyway, it was a fair bet she
could conceive and become pregnant without ever having had a
period. I wasn�t prepared to be part of this low statistical
probability. I wasn�t about to risk it. She walked into the
bedroom ahead of me. I was wearing a pair of faded Levis and a
tee shirt with bare feet. I had started my day with a languid
jack off session just after daybreak, despite my better judgment
to preserve myself for the sex with this preteen girl. I was kind
of funky in my jeans and without underpants. The smell of cock
after it has cum is quite unique; a lingering sickly sweet smell.

She walked to the bed and turned to face me, her butt perched
against the mattress edge. I walked up to her and reached for the
bottom of her polo. She helped me remove the shirt. I traced my
fingers under the cups of the small cotton training bra she wore
and she studied my expression as I slipped a finger under one cup
and slid it up to the nipple.

�Mom made me wear it,� she said nonchalantly. �She said my
nipples poke out on my shirt,� and she grinned at her words.

Her voice almost startled me I was so engrossed in what I was
leading into with her.

�Mom�s always know best,� I said almost absently as I slipped the
cotton cup up over the nipple I had been working on.

There was no support cup as such. Just a pocket for each forming
breast to fill as best it could. The garment was pliable without
any firmness in the cups at all. I felt her eyes on me as I
watched my finger tweak the dark little nubbin. I wondered if
Samantha had Latino descent. Her skin was normally quite tanned,
and the jet black hair was another sign she may have Latino
bloodlines.

�Take it off,� I commanded.

I had finished amusing myself with her nubbin. She quickly
slipped the straps and I watched in amusement as she swiveled the
garment so the clasp was at the front. She slipped the catch and
discarded the bra on top of her polo I had dropped at the end of
the bed. I reached for both breasts and spent a few moments
kneading them with my hands. She sat perched against the bed and
occasionally looked at my hands roving over her little buds and
then staring at my face. I smiled at her each time I looked at
her face and she smiled back. A confirmation she was not at all
unhappy with what was happening, or more importantly, going to
happen. In my mind she was a toy. I could do what I wanted with
her and to her; without the fear of being interrupted or seen as
was the case at the clubhouse. I was feeling relaxed, carnal, and
already hardening as I played with her buds.

�I�m going to fuck you Samantha,� I said candidly and looked into
her upturned face.

�I know,� she said equally candidly and cocked her head to one
side, almost coquettishly.

I almost laughed out loud at her brazen response.

�Do you think you can take me,� I said.

I was feeling rather carnal and I intended to play with her a
little before getting down to business.

�I don�t know. I�ll try,� she said optimistically.

�Take my cock out,� I instructed, and stared hard at her to
enforce the instruction.

She never batted an eyelid, but simply reached for my jeans and
broke the button open at the waist and drew the flies down. There
was a brief look of surprise when she realised I wasn�t wearing
under-shorts, but she simply continued with her task and soon she
held my now hard cock in her small hands. She looked up at me for
any further instructions. An almost �what next� challenging look
on her face.

�Suck it,� I commanded. �Like you did in the boatshed,� I
continued.

She dropped to her knees craning up and bending my cock down; she
got the height right and took me in her mouth. She sucked away
for some minutes. Occasionally she had a breather and after a few
seconds of respite, I would tap her head and she went down on me
again. I let her draw me out and soon I held her head and pushed
at least two inches of cock into her small mouth. Her mouth was
stretched wide and their was a look of concern on her face as she
I was trying to push more of the cock into her throat, and I
could hear her breath whistling in her nostrils as she fought
valiantly with my cock which was clearly too big to go much
further. Once I got the right depth and coaxed her hand into a
steady rhythm, I let her bring me off. I think she realised she
was not going to be able to pull away like she had attempted to
do in the boatshed. With her butt against the bed and me pressing
into her, escape was not an option. Holding her head firmly and
her hands now with palms pressed against my belly in an effort to
push me back, I came hard and cried out in pleasure as I let
loose and filled her mouth and throat. She tried twisting off the
cock but I quickly moved my hands to the sides of her head and
held her firm and crudely pumped my hips. I then suddenly pulled
back as the last shots came spurting out and splattered her cheek
and the bridge of her nose. The last drops hit her chin and she
pulled away and started coughing. I let her go and she slumped
forward, a shoulder against my lower thigh and she gagged and
coughed as she struggled to cope with the mouthful I had just
given her.

 Eventually she lifted her head and she was wiping at the
spatters on her face delicately. Using her finger to trace the
feeling of wetness to ensure she got it all. I reached quickly
and took her hands away.

�Open your mouth,� I said firmly.

She gazed up at me and opened her mouth. I was disappointed I
could not see any of the cum. She must have either coughed it out
or swallowed it.

�Next time I cum in your mouth I want you to hold it so I can see
it,� I said firmly. �Understand?�

She nodded somewhat sheepishly, as if she had done a bad thing. I
took my still hard cock and holding her head, I slapped it around
her mouth and then insinuated it back in.

�Clean it,� I ordered.

She brought her hands up and for a few minutes I allowed her to
lave my cock until there was just her saliva making it pink and
glistening. I stepped back and motioned her to stand. I had noted
the denim skirt had a zipper in the back so I turned her around.
She looked over her shoulder as I pulled the zipper down and she
stepped out of the skirt as I pushed it off her hips and legs. I
discarded the skirt with the polo and bra. She was wearing a pair
of pale blue panties. Little girl panties that had no shape
around the sides and they were too full under the buttocks. I
pushed her forward and she rested her forearms on the bed with
her hands clasped. I took the leg of the panties at one side and
pulled the leg to the crotch beyond the crack of her butt. Her
ass crack and the thick rear of her labia came into view. The two
lips pressed together concealing the hole. Just the slit hiding
the entrance to her vagina. But the labia already had a more
mature look about it, than just the little girl sexes I had
furtively viewed on the internet. Samantha was on the cusp of
puberty, I was sure of it. I was attempting to build a feeling of
excitement by leaving her panties intact but viewing her sex
close up with the garment pulled to one side. Unfortunately the
panties were too old fashioned and rather spoiled the effect I
had seen in a teen porn clip once. The teen girl in the clip had
skimpy adult panties and it was far more erotic than the sight of
Samantha and her cotton tails.

I gave up trying to make this position alluring but told her to
stay put. I circled the bed and took the KY and a condom from the
night stand and walked back around behind her. Her eyes followed
my movement and she turned and loked over her shoulder at me as
she saw me unscrewing the lid to the tube of lubricant. She had a
look of concern on her face but I knew she was brazen enough not
to back out now she sensed the inevitable was about to happen. I
placed the cap-less tube and condom beside her on the bed and
drew her panties down over her legs, and she stepped out of them.
She was facing straight ahead and as she wasn�t looking, I took
the small garment to my nose and sniffed. Just the smell of
laundered cotton, with the faint odor of her young body, was
discernible. I tossed the garment aside. I nudged her lips apart
and fondled her young cunt. She was dry as I suspected she would
be so I picked up the KY and squirted a liberal amount of the gel
onto my fingers. I spent the next few minutes, playing with her
sex and greasing the inner lips and slipping a finger into her
tight young vagina.  I made several squeezes of gel and worked
the lubricant as deep as my fingers would go. She was breathing
harder now and occasionally gave a little gasp and stiffened as I
was a little rough with more than one finger. I worked on her as
she was bent over the bed, and soon I satisfied myself I had
greased and manipulated her opening about as far as it would go.
All the time she remained passive and pliant to my touch; with
only the occasional murmur of objection at the fingers. She
showed one moment of agitation when I allowed my slick pinky to
slide quite easily in her anus. She lifted her head and turned
and gave me a frown of concern. I smiled wickedly and pushed the
digit into the second knuckle, with my ring and middle fingers
embedded in her tight vagina. I took more lube and worked the
tight pucker for a few minutes and she accepted this unexpected
digital invasion just as she had accepted the fingering I was
giving her vagina. I had her ready. I took the condom and tore
the foil with my teeth and removed the rolled latex. I placed it
over the head of my engorged cock and slowly rolled it down. My
male ego did a small flutter as I noted how tight the sheath was.
I must be big, I thought proudly. I took the KY and lubed my
latex cock generously. I was ready.

Getting into Samantha was actually quite difficult. Despite the
lubrication and the fact she was quite tall for her age, she was
very tight. But I was patient although on a number of occasions
she complained as I pushed too hard. It took all of about six or
seven minutes of slow insinuation and drawing back to gain barely
half of my cock inside her tight hole. By this time she had
flattened her upper body hard against the bed and her hands were
gripping the bedding beside her face. I knew she was suffering a
little as I prised her open with my cock. It seemed an age but
eventually I got most of the cock into her young body. Just as
with Heather, I was surprised that there appeared to be no hymen
in place and there was no evidence of the bright red hymenal
blood you would expect from breaking in a young girl such as
this. Now I was as deep as I dared go, I slowly fucked her. It
was absolute bliss. Her hole was tight and now the lube was
allowing easier traverse of my cock, it was like having a tight
velvet glove jacking me. Given I had cum less than twenty minutes
ago, I allowed myself the luxury of using her at a slow languid
pace. I was in reverie at my conquest, and as if to allow her a
token amount of participation I reached for a hand and drew it
back to the junction of her sex lips and my latex covered cock.
She lifted her head as she felt me take her hand and when she
realised what I was doing, lay her face back on the sheet again.

�Feel it Samantha. Feel what is stretching you open,� I crooned
crudely, leaning closer to let her hear my almost whisper.

I was also puffing a little with the blissful exertions of
keeping as still as I could so as not to deviate off a straight
push, and so hurt her by twisting the tight grasp of her cunt on
my cock. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and lifted her
face and craned back to look at what she was doing. My God she
was grinning, almost gurgling with approval. I loved her at that
instant and leaning forward, I trailed my lips and tongue over
her back. I was somewhat surprised when I tasted the faint traces
of salt from a light sheen of perspiration on her back. I had no
idea she was perspiring at all. I looked at the junction of our
bodies. Her small hand, with the trimmed nails, was gently
holding me. The out turn of the labia as I pulled slowly out,
only to see them attempt to invert as I pushed back.

�I�m going to fuck you properly now,� I heard a voice say.

I was so fucking detached, in my carnal bliss, it seemed like a
dream and I was out of my body. Only I was feeling the delicious
ache along my cock and in my groin. I wanted to split her open
and ravage her. Of course I wouldn�t. I had the presence to know
she was way too far extended by my cock. Her cunt was not meant
for an adult males cock just yet. But the female vagina is a
wondrous organ; with the ability to expand beyond the normal
parameters of other bodily orifices. That was nature�s way. This
young girl would be ready in time. I was just accelerating it. I
was a lecher. A pervert! An abusing monster! I was stretching her
beyond her capacity. And I loved every inch and minute I was
sawing slowly in and out of her tight cunt. She lay passively and
took it without complaint. I fucked her to one of the most
glorious orgasm I think I ever had. If I had cum once not long
before, I astounded myself at the reserves of semen I spurted
into the condom as I pushed deeper into her. Only at this last
point of the fuck did she utter words of complaint. Rather than
intelligible words, they were more monosyllabic grunts and
exclamations of discomfort as I got most of my cock into her and
came loudly; crying out her name several times as I emptied my
balls and filled the condom. Words formed in her mouth, to cry
out in alarm, but cut off by the gasps of breathless hurt as I
rent her open.

I eventually pulled from her. I was spent, having cum twice
within an hour of her being there. I rolled the condom from my
softening cock just as she raised herself off the bed and turned
to look at me. I held the condom for her to see the contents
filling the bottom. She took it from me and held it closer to her
face and inspected it. She grinned.

�It�s full,� she said with a smile.

�Like you were,� I grinned back. �Are you feeling OK?�

She bent and looked between her legs and dragged her free hand
lightly over her pudenda. She gently felt between her labia and
then looked up at me and grinned.

�I think so. It felt quite stretched when you were in there, but
now it seems OK,� she confirmed.

I chuckled softly as she brought her fingers to her nose and
sniffed them.

�If I wasn�t wearing a condom, it would be quite a different
smell,� I laughed lightly.

I took the condom from her and turned and went to the bathroom
where I flushed it down the toilet. When I returned to the
bedroom she was half way to the door, not knowing if to stay or
follow. I motioned her to the bed and she climbed up and lay back
and waited for me to join her. I scooted across the bed and
wearily lay beside her. Putting my arm around her neck, I pulled
her into the crook of my arm and we lay like this for some time.
I dozed off.

I came too later and I realized I was becoming aroused, conscious
she was touching me. I opened my eyes and looked down and saw her
hand fondling my flaccid cock. Lifting it, twisting it gently and
playing with it in general. Her head was more on my chest now and
I was looking at the top of her head. Her hair was still in the
pony tail.  I made a mental note to remove the band that held the
hair. She had a beautiful raven mane and I wanted it to be loose.
My lust had caused me to overlook that detail. Now I was
conscious again, the mind supported the cock and I started to
harden once more. This interested her and she eased her head
further down my body to inspect the hardening member. She was now
holding it with her fist and slowly pulling the foreskin back and
forth. I was becoming emotionally aroused as well as physically
erect, as there was a light sheen of precum now coating the
mushroom head.

�Suck me,� I said quietly.

She jumped at the sound of my voice; thinking I was still asleep.
She turned and looked at me quickly and with a cheeky grin,
turned and twisted onto her knees and crouched over my belly and
took me into her mouth once more. I was now grateful she had her
hair in the pony tail. It was pulled to the side of the
fartherest shoulder away from me and I could se her face and her
mouth stretched over my cock. This was extremely erotic and I
hardened further. I watched fascinated at the sight of her lips
around the vein shaft. Her small hand was holding it near the
bottom, and a slight second chin had formed now she had her mouth
open full. After a few minutes of watching her, I reached between
her buttocks as she was more or less facing down my body and her
butt was near my chest. I slipped my hand between the firm cleft
and sought out her sex. As she sucked me, I diddled her and slid
my fingers into her gently. She occasionally turned and looked at
me and gave me a little smile of her approval of what we were
doing for each other. I was acutely aware that she was not
sexually aroused at all, but yet very excited by this whole new
experience. I had decided that I would not overtly pursue giving
her any pleasure. This was going to be one way traffic today. I
had convinced myself that her worldly attitude to me was not
driven by sexual fervor but more by her precocious nature. Yet I
knew she had an interest in sex which belied her age.

After diddling her for a few minutes as she sucked and fondled my
cock, I was deciding how to fuck her again. I didn�t want to
waste the building ache in my balls and groin by spraying her
face as I was tempted to do, rather I wanted to continue to
educate [or is that corrupt?] her even further. The KY was at the
corner edge of the bottom of the bed where I had left it.

�Sam, pass me the tube of lubricant,� I said quietly.

She looked back at me and then gazing in the direction I was
pointing, she spied the tube and reached for it. She passed it
back to me and knelt watching me remove the cap and squirt more
gel onto my fingers. I slid my fingers back in her slit again and
began to massage the greasy gel into her, as I had done earlier.
Once she assimilated what I was doing, she returned to sucking
me. I greased her well and soon I could fit two fingers easily
into her, though I could not go very deep given her position on
her knees. I reached out to the condoms on the night stand and
tore the foil with my teeth and removed the latex roll. I tapped
her shoulder and she looked up at me in surprise and then noticed
the condom I was holding.

�Put this on me,� I said. �I�m going to fuck you again.�

She looked at me and that earlier look of apprehension came over
her face briefly, then she took the condom and I watched as she
studied it briefly, and then placing it over my hard cock, rolled
it down as if she had done this many times before. Not that it
was a difficult thing to do. She ran her hand down it a couple of
times, to smooth it down tight against me groin. I took her arm
and pulled a hand to me and poised the KY over her fingers. I
squeezed a copious amount of the gel onto her fingers and nodded
to her to grease my cock. She seemed to enjoy this and the look
of concern she had shown earlier vanished as she went about the
serious business of lubing me. I smiled at the total acceptance
on her part, about what she was being asked to do and that this
was the likely conclusion following task. She reached back once
more and I squirted more gel and she used both hands wrapped
around the thick shaft and greased the latex sheath. I was ready.

�Straddle me Sam,� I instructed and took an arm and guided her so
she turned around and faced me.

She slid one knee across my upper thighs and sat back on my legs.

�Come up and raise your butt up,� I said and tugged at her arm.

She raised her hips and shuffled forward. I guided her so she was
poised above my groin.

�Take my cock and lower yourself towards it,� I continued
coaching her.

She was now squatting and she took my stiff cock and pulled it
vertical and lowered herself towards it. I held her under her
hips and steadied her and she bent forward, looking back, and
watched as she guided the cock to her slicked cunt. She slipped
the head of the cock back and forth in her slit and then pushed
it back a little and allowed her weight to drop down. She engaged
the head and I watched fascinated as she showed remarkable
concentration as she slowly and carefully lowered herself so my
cock disappeared into her tight hole. The whole exercise lasted a
good five minutes and at one point she looked at me with a
surprised expression as she must have felt the head hitting her
cervix. She looked a little uncomfortable but she maneuvered
herself to get a more comfortable position crouched over me. I
could see clear daylight under her butt between her body and
mine. I could also see about two inches of my cock she was unable
to take without discomfort. This was good enough for me and I
nodded at her to start moving up and down and I prompted this
with my hands gently lifting her. She caught on and slowly began
to rise and fall. As I had steadied her she kept a hold of the
base of my cock and placed the other hand on my hip. For the next
ten minutes I coached her up and down, with her steadying herself
to minimize the stretching of her tight cunt. I could see the
labia stretched by the cock and I was interested to see the pink
inner lips and the small fleshy nubbin that covered her young
clitoris. I toyed with the clitoris for a few minutes and she
studied my fingers as she looked down. But there was no tangible
reaction to the stroking I was doing and I concluded she was
feeling no arousal. Perhaps she was to intent on ensuring she did
not lose control of the penetration, and so doing hurt herself;
or even injure herself if she took more inside than she could
readily take, than to even try and enjoy what I was doing. I
stopped and went back to steadying her as she carefully fucked us
both.

I seldom enjoyed this position as I always wanted to be in
control when engaging in sexual intercourse. It was usually a
transitory position and I usually rolled my partner and finished
in the missionary position. But I was totally entranced by the
sight of this prepubescent girl moving up and down on my cock
which was too big for her to take easily. The look of
concentration and the total acceptance of what she was doing. I
had had grown partners who were a little embarrassed by overt
carnal behavior on their part yet Samantha was totally into this
with little or no concern. Certainly she wasn�t bothered by the
legality of what we were doing and in her mind she had worked up
to this since our first encounter some weeks earlier. She worked
away deliberately and I saw she was becoming tired, holding
herself above me so as not to weaken and fall onto me. I realised
she was getting tired. I was also getting closer to orgasm. I
decided to change the action. I lifted her a little more
forcefully and she quickly looked at me quizzically as to what I
wanted.

�Come off me sweetheart,� I said softly.

She raised herself, still holding my cock, and she eased back and
lowered herself onto my thighs, in a sitting position. Her legs
were splayed wide and I could se her sex lips were very pink and
the dull sheen the lube had created on her sex. My cock was
raised in close to her belly and I took it and watching her
gazing at my hand, I quickly flicked myself to orgasm. Arching my
back as I came hard and watched the cum spurt up against her
belly and thighs, in short ribbons of creamy white. Given I had
cum twice already, I had quickly exhausted what was left in my
balls and I lay back, sated and watched as the globs of cum
turned into streaks on her body. She was still sitting looking
down at the dribbles running down her body. I took a hand and
guided her fingers to the semen on her skin. She rubbed her
fingers over it and soon she was massaging the cum with both sets
of fingers. She looked up at me and grinned her approval at what
we had done. She rubbed enough that eventually she had
effectively cleaned the cum off of her body. I helped her forward
and she came up beside me and cuddled in.

�That was great,� she said, beaming at me. �Can we do that
again?�

I laughed at her audacity and lack of understanding that the male
was always left spent after orgasm. I pulled her to me tightly as
a congratulatory hug for her willingness of participation, and
obvious success in my eyes, at full adult penetrative sex. We lay
this way for at least an hour. Not sleeping but not totally
awake. Eventually I spoke.

�Are you OK with what we did?� I said turning to look at her.

�Mmm�yeah...it was neat,� she said quickly.

�You�re not sore or hurt?� I continued.

�It was a little bit sore at first. When I was crouching over the
bed. You�re very big and it was very stretched. But that last way
was better �cos I could see what I was doing,� she answered
candidly.

�You�ve never done that before have you,� I said.

She shook her head.

�No. Nothing like this,� she confirmed.

I looked at her innocent face. She was already very beautiful.
The overall effect of her appearance could only get more
beautiful once she had breasts and her figure lost the
straightness of a boy�s body.

�Have you ever seen a man�s cock before mine?� I quizzed further.

She giggled.

�I saw dad�s once. When he was changing out of his bathing shorts
at a friend�s swimming pool party,� she chuckled. �It was all
small and wrinkly.�

You had no idea it could get big like mine,� I said.

�I don�t think it would ever get big as yours is. It would still
be lost in the folds of his fat belly even if it did,� she
laughed.

�So you�d never seen a man�s hard cock before,� I confirmed.

�Oh not a real one. But I�ve seen sex on the internet lots of
times,� she said candidly.

�How come you can get on the internet without being caught?� I
asked.

�At my friend Alice�s house. Her brother has a computer in his
room and he has lots of dirty stuff saved. We sneak in there
after school when her mother thinks we are in Alice�s room. We
look at all the sex stuff,� she admitted with a cheeky grin.

�What do you like best,� I quizzed, interested to see what
attracted her.

�All sorts. Fucking, and lezzies and I get a laugh out of men and
men�you know�bumming each other,� she chuckled. �Todd, that�s
Alice�s brother; well he seems to have more men with men than men
and girls or lezzies,� she said and she had this quizzical look
on her face as if she was trying to rationalize something she had
just recalled. �Do you think he might be a queer�Todd that is��
she said as an afterthought.

I chuckled at the simplicity of her thinking.

�Probably not. I think most teenagers are interested in how men
actually go about it. Mostly we learn about men and women first.
And then men and men, and women and women seem to be unusual so
that has a greater interest. But on the other hand he might at
least wonder about man to man sex,� I said.

�Have you ever been with a man?� she asked looking at me.

�No,� I laughed. �I like women too much.�

She grinned at me.

�What about you. Have you and Alice done anything?� I asked.

She grinned and nodded sheepishly.

�Where, when, tell me what you did,� I said barely able to
contain my excitement at her admission.

She candidly told me that she and Alice started on a sleepover.
They had watched some of Todd�s small video clips and afterwards
when they were in Alice�s bed, they agreed to let the other feel
each other up. This play became almost mandatory irrespective of
whose house hosted the sleepover. I quizzed her on whether they
did anything else and she admitted they tried a hairbrush handle
as anersatz dildo.

�You penetrated each other with a hairbrush?� I asked almost
incredulously.

�Mm hmm,� she nodded and grinned wickedly. �Until Alice made me
bleed and we got really scared,� she continued.

My God! This was twice in one week; confessions from an underage
girl that they had broken her own hymen. First it was Heather
with her mother�s vibrator, and now Samantha and her friend with
a hairbrush handle.

�So we stopped for a few days and she showed me different brush
she had asked her mother to buy as it had a slimmer handle with a
rounded blunt end, she continued candidly. �We used that most
times after that.�

�Did you make Alice bleed at all?� I asked.

�Uh uh. She did that herself�on her own,� she answered.

�I�d like to meet Alice,� I said and grinned at her.

�You�re too late. They moved. There�s just me now,� she grinned.

�And you will do just fine,� I reassured her with a grin.

It was now gone one thirty. Her father had promised he would
collect her at two thirty after I had pointed out there was
really only so much you could learn about rules and tactics in
one session. Once you went past an hour or so kids got restless
and you were into diminishing returns for the effort after that.
I only agreed to the three and half hours, as he had pressed me
to take Samantha for that period of time when he and his wife
clearly had some other committment. I had an hour, but given her
father�s lack of basic punctuality, and courtesy to be punctual,
it could be more like three or three thirty on his past
performance.

I fucked her one last time. The preamble was simple. I rolled her
on her back and straddled her chest and fed my cock down into her
willing mouth. I crouched over her while she worked diligently on
my cock. She was snow quite the little expert cocksucker and she
lay back, with her head propped on the pillow as I slowly fucked
in and out of her mouth. She held me with a hand wrapped halfway
up the shaft and this kept me on target but also made sure I
wouldn�t be able to push too far into her throat. I let this go
on for several enjoyable minutes. Studying her sweet face framed
by the hair, now released from the pony tail and spread over the
pillow as a black frame of silky black strands. I was getting
close so I reluctantly broke away from her and moved down her
body. Despite the copious amounts of KY I had shoved into her,
she was not particularly slick as her body heat had evaporated
the thinned out gel. I went down on her. This she genuinely
enjoyed this though just as before, when I stroked her juvenile
clitoris, she showed no arousal, rather just genuine enjoyment
from the whole effect of what I was doing. I slurped and tongued
her sweet gash and shoved two fingers in her. I reached for the
KY after a brief spell of fingering her and greased her anus. She
raised herself up on her elbows to get some sort of view as to
what I was doing, as soon as she felt the greased finger pushed
into her ass, up to the second knuckle. She squirmed a little and
muttered �it�s funny� and let herself drop back onto the bed and
lay passively while I fucked and sodomized her at the same time
with my fingers. I was still hard so I took the KY and returned
to greasing her cunt with it, as I had done before. I briefly
thought about attempting to penetrate her ass but I was certain I
was too dam big and she was too small; just yet anyway.

I entered her greased tight tunnel a third time and carefully
fucked her in the missionary position. We kissed occasionally but
mostly she lay and studied my face as I concentrated on getting
as much cock into her without hurting her. She let me know when I
pushed too deep or twisted too much off track that it stretched
her and so I was getting very close to orgasm. She saw it in my
face and I was just as interested in her expression at watching
my pleasure build. It was somewhere in this exchange of looks
that it suddenly occurred to me I hadn�t worn a condom. Shit! I
had cum three times so far today. How much residue of sperm was
on my cock?  Yet I was nearly about to shoot. I pulled myself
out, and just as you see in porn movies, I took my cock and began
frantically jacking myself off. I decided in an instant to cum on
her face so I struggled up over her torso, cock in hand flailing
about like a mad thing, and let out a gasp as I spewed forth over
her face. She didn�t flinch, except for to close her eyes as the
cum hit her cheek, mouth and the bridge of her nose. There wasn�t
much given my previous exertions yet it still looked like a lot
on her tanned complexion. I wrung the last vital drops from my
cock and flopped forward on my hands, placed either side of her
head. I stayed propped like this for a few minutes and traced my
fingers over the globs of cum on her face. I moved the sticky
mass to her mouth and she sucked my cum in off my fingers. I did
this until it was almost entirely gone from her face. Just small
damp patches where it had been. She showed nor objection to this
at all. Once again, I thought of grown sex partners who were not
able to swallow my cum. Yet Samantha did it without any
reluctance at all, slurping the white goo from my fingers and
making light smacking sounds with her lips as she got used to the
taste. She looked at me bemused and with a slight grin.

I was physically spent given the concentrated sex we had had in
the last two and a half hours. I suggested we have a snack and
she nodded her agreement. She was hardly drained physically but
there was a tired air about her, no doubt caused by the emotional
charge she had gained from the experience. After we cleaned up in
the bathroom we dressed and went into the kitchen where I had
some chicken drummies and fresh bread. We had a light snack and
soda, and chatted casually about her home life and school. I said
that maybe we should at least go over a few of the sailing rules,
given that was the pretense that brought her here. She screwed up
her nose and I was in no doubt this was a bad idea to her. We
munched our sandwich and gnawed at the chicken; both of us
reflecting on what had gone before.

�You know this has to be totally secret,� I said eventually.

�Of course,� she said. �We could get into lots of trouble.�


In reality I could get into lots of trouble. The post sexual
euphoria was subsiding and I was starting to feel anxious again.
It was just as I had felt the day after the sex with Heather. I
had compounded my situation and just as with Heather, this could
never be reversed. It was always going to be with me. Lord knows
what emotional crisis either girl might face in later life and
reveal the abuse on my part. For some strange reason though, I
felt that was far off possibility. I just had the feeling that
both girls knew the consequences for me and both were actually
trustworthy with keeping their countenance on what went on.

�No telling your best friend or anyone else,� I said carefully.

�I don�t tell my friends anything much,� she said casually and
took a bite of a drumstick she held to her face.

�And it will be hard to do this again, I added.

Her eyes met mine and a look of suspicion came over face.

�What do you mean?� she said.

I could see she was sensing I was about to blow off any future
liaisons.

�Well there are only so many times we can use the rule session
argument. Like maybe you�re going to come back tomorrow, but then
that�s it,� I warned.

She grinned.

�I want to come back tomorrow and learn more rules,� she said
impishly.

�I bet you do,� I chuckled.

The time had marched onto nearly three o�clock by the time I
heard the noise of a vehicle pulling to a stop in my drive. I
moved to the front window and looked down to the drive and saw it
was her parents SUV. Remarkably they weren�t as late as I had
thought they would be. She stood and gathered up her rule book
and notepad she had left on the bench and I guided her to the
front door. The bell rang almost as I opened it and her father
was standing there. We had a brief discussion about how the day
went as Samantha simply walked past him and climbed into the back
of the SUV, alongside her young brother and baby sister in their
car seats. Samantha�s father thanked me for my efforts with her
and went on to say that they had been invited to a family
barbeque the next day, Sunday, and that Samantha could not come
back for any further instructions. Well not this weekend anyway.
He said this with an inquiring look, no doubt waiting for me to
offer an alternative day as a follow up. I skated around a firm
commitment but left the possibility open. As they left Samantha
showed a studied indifference towards me as I stood and waved
them farewell. She was ensuring she was playing down the visit as
one that she was forced into and it was thankfully over. This
eased my anxiety a little but for the rest of the day I was left
pondering all that had taken place that week. In fact my anxiety
stayed with me through the next week. I literally had sleepless
nights reflecting on the craziness of my actions. Of the complete
stupidity of allowing myself to get into such serious situations
which had a costly price to pay if it was ever disclosed to their
parents and authorities.

I had a wretched week of worry and personal recriminations. And
when I met them at sailing the following weekend, I was
apprehensive about being alone with them, despite their normal
cheery greetings and knowing overtones as we chatted about
sailing stuff. But I avoided both girls after sailing and I could
tell from the almost disappointed looks from them, that they had
expected me to be more attentive. Of course neither knew about me
and the other. I did manage to catch them both individually and
made a quick personal inquiry as to how they feeling.

Heather came up to me in the boat house. She looked lovely and I
now saw her as far more mature as I had regarded her before our
sex games. But now I�d been over and in her young body she now
seemed like an adult woman rather than a girl in her early teens.
But she was still too young for any possible thought of an open
relationship.

�Are you angry at me?� she said quietly, looking around to ensure
we were alone.

�No, no. Of course not,� I gushed unconvincingly.

I felt scared someone would catch us and wonder why we were
looking so awkward with each other, and guess something was going
on between us.

�You�ve avoided me all day,� she continued in an almost whining
tone.

�I guess I�m conscious we maintain a seemly distance, given
the�the..you know�� I stammered, trying to put the fear I felt I
had into reassuring terms.

To my relief she nodded her understanding.

�OK. I understand. We have to be careful,� she agreed.

This worried me. This seemed like we were an item now, and she
was playing he part in keeping it hushed. We weren�t an item. I
needed to somehow get it through to her that we had a one-off
situation and just how dangerous it was. But she caught me off
guard.

�I have a plan to go to the movies Friday evening with Alison and
Carri. I can blow it off but tell my folks I�m going anyway, and
we could meet�� she said expectantly, looking me in the eye.

Oh shit! �What about Carri and Alison. Won�t they say something
to your folks,� I said trying to think of a way to prevent this
situation developing.

�I won�t tell them anything apart from I can�t go,� she said
quickly. �But I can get mom to drop me off near Cinemax as if I
was meeting them anyway,� she said and looked around furtively,
as if we were being spied on.

I looked at her expectant face. My conscience was warning me to
stay firm and not get sucked back into anything further. While I
was wrestling with this a voice said �sounds like a plan� and I
realised it was my voice and that I had committed myself to
agreeing before I knew how to stop. She beamed at me and looking
around furtively whispered, �meet me by Pointon�s Bookstore, just
around from the Cinemax on Arun Street. I�ll be in the front and
watching for you,� she said, and before I knew it, she turned and
quickly walked towards the boatshed door. She looked back briefly
and gave a small wave. I felt absolutely deflated with my
weakness in agreement to her plan.

With Samantha it was similar only she came right up to me while I
was walking from the boatshed to the clubhouse. She fell in step
alongside of me.

�When will we do the extra rules session?� she said looking up at
me expectantly.

I looked around to seee who was watching. Fortunately a girl as
young as Samantha talking to the junior�s coach was no big deal
and no one was taking any notice of us.

�Next weekend off from sailing at the earliest,� I answered
quickly. And then I might have to invite everybody in case people
get suspicious,� I added.

�You can�t have anyone else there to,� she said somewhat
exasperated at my suggestion. �That would mean a proper rules
session and no time to�you know� she said somewhat irritated at
my suggestion.

�Yes but I need to make it appear like it is known about by
everyone; and just hope that most folks will have plans on the
weekends off. They do usually because this gives them a break to
do other things. They won�t want to be waiting for kids at rules
sessions when they could be off doing other things,� I said,
thinking aloud.

Samantha walked and pondered what I said.

�Meaning you tell everyone; but everyone apart from my folks say
their kids can�t go because they�re busy at something else,� she
said taking in the meaning of my suggestion.

�Exactly. But your folks will certainly take me up on it. That
way it won�t be a secret meeting and your folks will be happy for
you being at my house,� I concluded.

It was highly likely this was a real possibility of working
exactly as I had outlined it. But in reality I didn�t want it to
happen. But this effectively put a decision on Samantha off for
at least another three weeks until the bad tide times and no
weekend sailing again.

So have steeled myself to break off the illicit relationhip with
both underage girls, I had until Friday to figure out how to get
out of meeting Heather again, and three weeks to get out of
having Samantha back at my place. Fortunately circumstances
beyond my control intervened and these got me off the hook.

At a club committee meeting on the Wednesday night, Heather was
in attendance along with Daniel Bishop, as youth representatives.
It was mainly a ceremonial role as the adult committee members
rarely let the kids have a topic to speak to and mostly they sat
looking bored, as the rest of the committee rattled on about club
affairs. But this meeting she attended with her father and to my
surprise, he requested a grant from the club for Heather to
attend an elite summer sailing camp in Annapolis. I sat
enthralled as he outlined she would be away for about three weeks
and be part of an intensive sailing instruction for those juniors
just outside of the national Olympic talent group. She sat there
looking immensely proud; so full of importance that I was sure
she hardly realised I was there. However, after the committee had
voted a grant of $1000, which was generous in the extreme, she
sidled up to me as we milled about for coffee and cookies and
quickly whispered that she could not meet me Friday as she had to
pack to leave on the Saturday. She was sorry she never said
anything but the whole deal came off very quickly and took her by
surprise as well. She said she could not meet me until after she
returned from the sailing camp. She muttered this quickly so as
to finish and move away, in case her father saw her talking to
me. Her father did not rate me highly as a coach and I knew he
didn�t like me talking to her I case I gave her bad advice.
Little did he know exactly how well I knew his nubile young
daughter! Heather gave me a reassuring look when she mentioned
�after camp� as the likely resumption of our affair. A sort of
�it�s OK, we can still be together� look. I was elated. This
meant I had more time to work out how to break off this thing she
had for me. I had been given a reprieve. As it turned out, I was
not to see Heather again.

The second set of circumstances was way more dramatic. I was
taken completely by surprise when my boss approached me and said
I had been head hunted for a new design project in the Chicago. I
was somewhat taken aback that anyone within our greater design
team knew I even existed, let alone select me for a special
project. The team was to be put together for about 6 months. As I
rented an apartment, the company was willing to pay out my
existing lease and give me a grant towards a temporary apartment
in Chicago. The only stipulation was I had to give them the
eanswer in a week and be gone by the end of June. I agreed. And
so I arrived in Chicago early July and moved into an apartment
north of the city, subsidized by my company. The Estuary Sailing
Club put on a farewell for me, and given the supposed temporary
nature of my assignment for my company, everyone was saying how
time would pass quickly and soon I would be back with them. I
knew that was unlikely. These temporary assignments invariably
led to more permanent positions and I was relatively sure this
was goodbye. Fortunately for me, Samantha�s parents were
notorious at ignoring club flyers so they never attended my
farewell; and of course Heather had already gone to sailing camp
in Maryland. So I was able to slip away without any further
contact with either girl.

As I sat on the plane flying to Chicago I looked out the window
at the expanse of cloud and blue sky and pondered the year to
date. From the painful breakup with my ex partner Elaine, to the
flirtatious Samantha and the enigmatic Heather; I had contrived
to ruin my life for ever. Not that actual ruination had happened
just yet, but the guilt that hung over me and the subliminal fear
of being exposed as a child molester was offset in part by this
opportunity to distance myself from all this. Just as leaving
town following my breakup with Elaine had allowed me to start to
heal, leaving Gloucester hopefully would allow me to learn to
live with my secret without the main protagonist being close by
to tempt me once again. This was like a breath of fresh air. Only
time would tell. At very best, it would take me a lifetime to
come to terms with it all.



THE END


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