Tammy is first

Mg

By JimBob 
Copyright 2010

Jim Meets Tammy, and the little girl has no problem letting 
Jim know she is hot to trot.



  We have been living here in our new home for three weeks now.
The boys are growing comfortable in their new school and are
starting to bring home friends, or have them over as soon as they
change into play clothes.  Likewise, some days one or the other
of mine is a little late, having to stop at someone's house to
see some new toy or game or wait for the friend to quickly
change.  Today I hear my younger boy's voice and another higher
pitched one.  As they are required, Barry brings his new friend
in to meet me.

  "Hi Dad, this is Tammy."

  "Hi Tammy.  I"m Barry's Dad.  My name is Jim.  I'm happy to
meet you."

  "Hi, Jim."  She smiles a wide smile, Brown eyes sparkling
impishly up at me.  Her body is sturdy, and she is almost as tall
as my ten year old boy.  She is a pretty little girl,  almost a
head taller than Barry, and quite a bit huskier.  How did these
two pair up, I wonder.  She has brown hair cut short around a
round face.  Lots of freckles cross her cheeks and the bridge of
her nose.  She is in a shirt, sweater and a fairly short skirt. I
have seen her around the neighborhood with her older sister
Janet.

  "Tammy, does your mom know you are at our house?  Are you
supposed to change clothes before you play?"

  "My Mom ain't home."

  "Yeah Dad, we checked.  Her house is locked."

  "My Mom sometimes is late on Fridays, she has meetings."

  "Okay, but you should stay inside until you get a chance to get
your play clothes on." I leave them in Barry's bedroom on the
floor with some of Barry's cars.  Tammy is a real little tomboy,
I can see.  She also doesn't have any inhibitions about showing
her white panties off.  I guess Barry is used to it from their
third grade room, but the wide white expanse of crotch draws my
eyes like a magnet.   I go and get them each a couple of cookies
and leave a glass of milk on Barry's desk for each of them.  I
don't want to disrupt the panty show by making them sit at the
table.  I will use the hand vacuum on the cookie crumbs.  As
Tammy bites into a cookie, she looks up at me and catches me
looking at her panties.  She has to be aware, as she looks at me,
and then down at her crotch, and then back at me with a knowing
smile. I excuse myself and leave the room, feeling my blush
spreading over my face at being caught.  I go back to my desk.

  "Jim?  I have to go pee."  Tammy is standing by my side.

  "Oh!  Okay, I'll show you.  We are all boys here, so when you
go potty here, be sure you check the seat.  We usually leave it
up."  I escort her into the boys bathroom, and put the seat down
for her.  She is already backing up to the seat a I turn to go. 
As I turn back to close the door, she has her skirt hiked up
showing her panties, hands hooked in the waistband, and they are
down so her mound to the top of her slit is showing.  She is
looking right at my face and her panties are below her pussy when
I shut off the view.  Whew!  Hot little thing.  I have to stand
in the hall and control my stirring cock before I can go into
Barry's room to collect the glasses.  I hear the toilet flush,
and Tammy comes out of the bathroom, and plunks herself down on
the floor again, skirt up, legs wide apart and white crotch
flashing before my eyes.  Once again I get caught.  Darn.  It has
been too long, and I can't control my eyes.  Nor something else.
Again I get the knowing smile from Tammy as I hurry out of there
and back to my desk.

  A few minutes later the sounds of scuffling, giggling children
come from Barry's room, and then Barry calling.

  "Help!  Dad!  Help me.  She's got me."

  I have to go check this out.  Tammy has Barry down and is
tickling him. Barry is no match for the bigger girl, and he knows
it.  I watch for a while and let him suffer.

  "Dad!  Get her off me.  Tickle her!  I got to go!  Right now!"
He has a hard time getting all this out between laughs.

  I am enjoying the sight of Tammy from the rear, panties
stretched over plump bottom and over her mound, which is rubbing
itself on Barry's hip as he turns and twists under her, as she
lies on him.

  "No Fair!  Two against one!"  Tammy turns her head to watch me
watching her.

  The little vixen knows she is giving me a show, as I see her
purposefully tilt her butt up at me.  I decide to join in.  I
tickle her sides, and as she laughs, Barry manages to throw her
off.  Tammy is no longer interested in him.  An almost  sexual
tension charges the air as Tammy rolls off Barry and whirls
herself around to face me.  I suddenly find myself kneeling
between Tammy's wide spread legs, almost in the missionary
position as she falls back laughing as I tickle her ribs.  Her
skirt is clear up to her waist, legs and panties are exposed.
Barry has run to the bathroom and shut the door.  Suddenly, Tammy
sits up, bracing herself with arms behind her.  She looks down,
as I am, and then she looks back up at my face.  But I can not
look away this time.  I am fascinated by the sight of her mound
under the white cotton, and the cleft plainly visible as an
indentation running down the center of the mound and down between
her legs.  And at the top of that indentation I see the
unmistakable sign of the lump of her clit.  Apparently her
rubbing it on Barry has excited her and caused her own little
erection.

  As I lean over her, she lets herself back down.  We are quiet
now, no tickling, no laughter.  I lean into her more, finally
laying on her lower body with my erection in my jeans pressing
into the hump of her mound in her panties.  I support myself on
knees and elbows, and slowly rub my hard cock over her solid
mound.  Her brown eyes gaze up at me as I look into them.  She
gives me an questioning hip buck up into my hardness.  I bear
down on her harder and she grins and answers with another series
of hip bucks.  In the next two minutes, we have ourselves a hard
little dry fuck on the carpet as we grind our privates together.
Then we hear the toilet flush.  I rise back up on my knees again
and take another look at her panties.  I place one palm down on
her mound, and rub the bump for a moment with my thumb.  Then I
reach up and pull her skirt down as I rise.  Tammy rolls over and
crawls over to one of Barry's cars as he comes out of the
bathroom.

  "Dad?  Can we go outside on the bars?"

  "Okay, I guess so.  Just don't roll around on the ground.  No
more wrestling and tickling."  Barry looks at Tammy and she grins
back at him and at me.

  "Don't worry, I don't want to tickle anymore."

  "Me either," says Tammy.  They head for the door to the play
yard.

  I go back to my desk but my mind is on white panties, and I
cannot concentrate.  The voices in the play yard do not help.
Finally I give it up and go outside with the kids.  The two of
them are climbing on the jungle gym and as soon as she sees me,
Tammy calls out to me and then hangs upside down by her knees.
Barry glances at her panties and then away, my gaze is fastened
on them.  Barry says something to Tammy and she turns herself
right side up and they both wave to someone they can see over the
fence.  Sure enough, a moment later I hear voices and Tommy and
the two brothers from the corner house walk through the gate.

  "Oh, oh."  I mutter mostly to myself.  I can see the
handwriting on the wall.  Now we have four boys and suddenly
Tammy is excess baggage.  I see Barry is trying to let her down
gently, but she is being dumped. I decide to step in.

  "Hey Tammy.  I'll bet you are pretty good on the bars.  Want to
show me some of your tricks?"  I lure her over to the parallel
bars close to the swing set.  When we move off, the boys all
leave through the gate.  Tammy doesn't notice.  She has an
audience.  She is soon upside down again and asking for a push. I
move around her and try a push on her butt, full palm on a round
cheek, finger tips in the crack.

  "No dummy.  My back!  You got to push my back so I can swing."

  "Okay."  So I push her back, and admire the roundness of her
soft little bums in her white panties. She shows me all her bar
tricks as I get several crotch shots I try to memorize, and then
suddenly, she is sitting on the bar, and looking at me with a
little curiosity, and a serious expression on her face.

  Uh oh, I think.

  "Jim, when we were fighting before, remember?  In the house?...
What was you rubbing on me?  You had something hard in your
pocket."

  "Ah, Tammy, do you know what boys have down here?"  I point at
my crotch.

  "Uh huh.  I seen some before."  She is more at ease than I am.
Good, because we need to clear this up.  I can't have her asking
her Mom or sister to explain to her what I was doing.

  "You did?  Where?"

  "I seen Mandy's little brother.  He pees in the bushes."  She
wrinkles her nose.  "I seen my cousin too when he was a baby.
They got peenees."

  "Penises."

  "Yeah, peenees."  She extends an index finger and puts her hand
in the vee of her crotch as she sits, finger extended to
illustrate what it looks like to dumb old me.

  "Okay, that was what you felt rubbing on you."

  "Uh uh!  No way!  It was too big and hard."

  "Uh huh.  Way!  I am a man and so it is bigger, and you made it
get hard so I rubbed it against you.  How did you like it?"

  "It feels good!  Me and Janet do that in bed sometimes... 
Well, what happened to your big old hard thing then?"  She
pointedly looks at my crotch which is about ninety percent
normal.

  "It doesn't stay hard all the time.  Usually it is smaller and
soft and behaves itself.  But when a very pretty girl comes over
to my house, and she sits so I can see her panties...  Well, then
he gets all hard and stuff.  And my penis feels good when he is
rubbed too."

  Tammy looks at my pants.  She gets her impish grin, and spreads
her legs wide, giving me a good wide panty crotch shot.  "Look,
Jim!"

  I look, and I let it happen.  I have been fighting it during
the conversation, and doing a good job, but now I let it "all 
hang out."  My little guy rises valorously in my pants and shows
off by visibly jerking out against the confining fly a few times.
"There you go."

  "Ooh!"  Tammy is suitably impressed.  Her eyes are big and
round.  She closes her legs as if to see if she can shut it off.

  I wish I had that much control, I would love to see the look on
her face if I could pop it up and down like that.  But I cannot.
"He wants to be rubbed first."  I offer.

  "We could do like we were doing before in the house."

  "I know another way.  Let's go on the swing."

  "Okay!"  Tammy is off the bar before I can move.  We head for
the swing set.

  I have one swing that is set a little higher for me.  I sit on
it and rearrange little Jim so he is pointing up to my belt, and
then pat my lap for her.  "Climb up here facing me."

  We get ourselves arranged and I lean back so she can put her
wide stretched little panty crotch right up against my bump.  She
rolls her hips back and forth. rubbing herself against the bottom
of my cock, and I help by squeezing and relaxing my large gluteus
muscles as I clutch a butt cheek in each hand, helping her
motion.  It is just not as good as our earlier effort.

  "I can't hardly feel it."  Tammy sits up and looks down between
us.  "Maybe you should take it out of your pants.  They are too
tight now sitting down."

  "I don't know...  Do you really think so?  What if someone
comes?"  I have been trying to think of how to broach his idea
myself, and now my stupid conscience is trying to screw me up.
But Tammy is on it.

  "If I sit close and pull my skirt over like this, no one can
see."

  "Okay, but if someone comes, remember, stay still.  Slide back
a little."  I slide my zipper down as Tammy watches closely and I
dig in my jockey shorts and pull out my hard cock with some
difficulty.  When it is free and erect, I stroke it a few times
as she watches.  "Want to try it?"

  Tammy looks at my erection.  Purplish head straining up,
foreskin peeled back, all ready for action.  She touches first
one finger to the shaft and then to the head, pushing it to one
side and watching it spring back upright.

  "Its hot!"  She grasps it, and then releases it as it jumps in
her fingers and I grunt with a jolt of sensation.  It has been a
long time since anyone but myself has held it.  "Ooh!  Did that
hurt your peenee?"

  "No.  It feels extra good when you touch it.  It thinks you are
a very special little girl."

  "Um, can we rub now?"  She scoots forward and releases my cock.

  "Sure.  Slide on back up here."  Now I can almost feel the lips
of her pussy and the cleft on my cock as she rubs her panty
crotch against my bare skin.  The loss of all the layers of my
shorts and pants and fly zipper makes a big difference.  A lot
more sensation through just the thin layers of soft cotton.  I
have a daring idea.  "Hey!  Tammy!"

  "Huh?"  She is starting to feel it, I can tell by her dazed
response.

  "If you took your panties off we could feel it even better."
Tammy sits up and looks up at me for a moment.

  "Okay."

  I'm shocked.  I expected a refusal, but I underestimated my
little girl.  Tammy scoots back, swings a leg around and slides
off my lap and in a flash has shucked her panties.  I can't see
anything as she does it all so fast and by reaching up under her
skirt.  She steps out of her panties and holds them up and I take
them and stuff them in my pocket.  Then she is back on my legs,
and I am having an up close and personal look between her legs as
she swings one over and scoots forward again.

  "Darn!  I didn't hardly get to see your thing."

  "Oh.  Okay.  Here.  Look."  She flips her skirt up over her
chest and sits back so I have a clear view of "her thing."  With
her legs spread open by having a leg on either side of my hips,
he is quite a sight.

  "Um!  Nice."  I take in smooth thighs leading up to a rather
wide open pussy.  She is a big boned girl, and she has wide sex
lips and a big mound, nothing little or delicate about Tammy. She
is not fat, but what you would call husky.  Her cleft is wide and
deep between thick lips.  I can see the beginnings of pink inner
lips and the vagina with its opening gaping up at me.  Tammy is
not a virgin.  Where she lost her hymen I can only wonder and
speculate now, but it is gone and has been gone for a while.
Unless she is a very cool customer, I cannot believe she has lost
it to intercourse, as she seemed so innocent about that when we
talked.  I store this information away for another time, and
continue my visual tour.  I can see a little uretha opening, and
just above, a rather large clitoral hood, dark brick red against
paler pink sides, and a engorged redish-pink clit peeping out.  I
can see signs of arousal, a small amount of moisture oozing out
of the vaginal opening, and down over her perineum.  I thought I
had felt some moisture when I took her panties, now I am sure I
had.  She is not real wet, but our play has caused her juices to
start flowing.

  Tammy slides forward and glues the cleft in her pussy against
the bottom of my cock.  I am neither long nor thick, and her
larger than average eight year old girl pussy envelopes the
bottom of my average man cock nicely as she starts rolling her
hips to provide the proper motion to excite her clit against the
bottom of my erection. I feel her clit rubbing over the tender
spot where my penis shaft joins the head.  Now my hands clutch
smooth warm flesh on her rear cheeks, and my finger tips dig into
her crack almost to her little anus.  The feeling is delightful,
for both of us, as I hear little mewling moans from Tammy every
time I thrust myself up at her.  Suddenly, she goes into almost a
spasm of quick lunges and then one straining climax.  She reaches
a quiet orgasm and then relaxes against me, breathing almost as
hard as I am against my chest.  I have not climaxed, but decide
against trying for one now.  She will have to go home soon, and
she does not need any more mess.  I hug and pat my little girl on
her back and fanny as she recovers.  She sits up and blinks at me
a couple of times and then she pops a big grin.  Tammy is back.

  "That was a real good one.  That was my best one yet.  We're
gonna do that again, but I better go home now.  My Mom should be
home."  She slides back, looks down at my still hard cock, and
then grins up at me and giggles.  She rubs one hand up my cock
and then shows me her fingers.  "I Tgot your peenee all wet.  I
always get wet now."

  I reach in my back pocket and pull out a hankie.  "Let me do
it."  I wipe off her hand, then I lift her dress and wipe her
slit and perineum and then my slick penis.  The odor of her
little girl musk scent fills my nostrils.  As she slips her legs
free and stands, I pull her panties out of my pocket, and bring
hem up close to my face for a sneaky sniff.  I love to smell
little girl panty crotch.  The pheromones floating in the air go
into my nose and directly into sensory receptors in my brain and
send signals to my cock, and he jumps in response.  Tammy catches
it out of the corner of her eye, and giggles and pets it a couple
of times before she accepts her panties.

  "Is he going to go soft now?  I'm not rubbing on him anymore."

  "Yes, he is going to go soft very soon now."  As soon as you
leave and I can get to the bathroom, I think.  "You aren't going
to tell anyone about what we did, our rubbing, are you Tammy?"  I
stuff little Jim back into my pants.

  Tammy pauses with one leg in her panties.  "I should say not! 
I had my panties off.  My Mom would kill me!"

  "Good girl.  We don't want to tell anyone about our fun,
right?"

  "Nope.  Not even Janet.  Bye, Jim.  Don't forget!"  She pauses
just before opening the gate, and turns and gives my still hard
cock a quick rub and a squeeze through my pants, and then she
laughs all the way down the driveway.

  No, I think.  We especially don't want to tell Janet.  I hold
my hankie to my nose as I turn and head into the house.  That one
will go under my pillow and will not be washed anytime soon.


My stories are pure fantasy.  Enjoy them. Do not try to emulate
any characters.  They are all figments of my overactive
imaginaion.

  
