Unknown - The camping trip

Her eyes drop down to take in the lose sack that dangled between his legs and rested on the sofa. Gently, she reached down and picked up his testicles, exploring each new wonder. After she had investigated each fold and lump, she eagerly allowed her hands to find and lock themselves around the base of his slowly throbbing penis. While still holding firmly with one hand, maybe to keep it from getting away, her other hand began a miraculous journey up the craggy sides, following fascinatingly a distend vein until it disappeared just beneath the base of his foreskin. As she continued up she squealed with delight as she found that his foreskin moved. Slowly she retracted it on its moist tracks until the flaming glans was revealed in all of its glory. Her other hand was fascinated by every pulse in Alex's body each bringing a new surge of blood to enlarge his organ.

Slowly she leaned over, just as he had done, and sought to run her tongue over his stiff staff. When she was about half way up his erection she heard Alex moan and felt his hips begin a rhythmic pattern up and down on the soft sofa. In just a short time his movement reached a fanatical pace and as they both stared in awe, open mouthed, Alex's wad shot up, nearly hitting the ceiling. Neither child could say anything as yet another gigantic shot surged upwards. For what must have been a minute they watched this magnificent performance, each succeeding ejaculation slightly less then the preceding one, until only a little oozed from him and ran down his erection.

"My, that was amazing," she finally said. "It sure was. I have never felt anything so wonderful in my life. Is that what you feel like when I play with your little man?" "I am sure it is. Can I still play with your BIG man?" "Sure, it feels nice."

She leaned down once again to continue her impassioned licking and to her surprise discovered the elusive ginger. "So that's what it was," she thought. The very though sending thrills down her spine.

She had heard from some of her more "worldly" friends of how men tended to screw and go on to other pursuits almost immediately and of how their dicks shrunk back down in size after they screwed so she longed to continue her play before that happened. She was much more fascinated with this manly post before her than that flabby dangly she had seen in the bathroom yesterday. For another few minutes she continued her relentless excursion around and up and down his sturdy projection, but it just continued to stand tall and throb in tune with Alex's breathing.

As she leaned back to once again view that magnificent creature one of her hands fell down to her own crotch. As she just stared at his in awe her fingers slowly sought her puny erection and fondled it producing a surge of electricity inside that seemed to demand release.

She lay down next to Alex, lying quietly on his back. Reaching over she encouraged him to roll on his side until he was facing her. She reached around him, pulling him to her and kissed him, hard, on the lips. This was the way one is supposed to kiss, she thought. Encouraged, he reached around and hugged back, but his still stout erection prevented him for doing more than just sort of leaning over. The sticky-damp glans lodged in the middle of her stomach bringing a sigh to her lips beneath the deep kiss. While he held her tightly she allowed one hand to drift down to his penis once again as the other continued to play around her clitoris, then creep down to her labia and slowly enter the hidden reaches of her vagina. "Suppose this was him," she thought. Then as her blood fiercely pounded in her head, she spoke out loud, "Why not."

"Alex, let's sit up." "Naw, this is fun. I like it." "I don't want to stop, but I've got a better idea. Take off you pajamas and sit in front of me cross-legged. They did. And for a few long moments they just sat there hungrily soaking up the beauty before them.

Alex reached out to gently cup her small, but luscious, breasts in his warm hands. Jeane extended her hand and caressed his nipples. A slow, fervent kiss exchanged their lips several times. Cautiously, at first, their tongues explored, as their hands softly and hesitantly meandered among the delightful hills and valleys of each other. Their nipple stood at rigid attention, her's being like lovely, ruby flowers stretching out to Alex. He paused a moment to delicately plant a warm, moist kiss on each sweet breast. Their fingers continued to enjoy their romped as children at play, which they were.

One of his hands crept up to stroke Jeane's hair and fell lovingly to gently massage her shoulders and back of the neck and ear; the other stole lower to her delicately smooth, creamy white inner thigh and delicately inched to her pubic area. It was still dripping wet with her vaginal juices from her too numerous to count orgasms. He gently traced the contours of her pubic mound and played with the sparse, but soft and downy pubic hair. He tenderly frolicked over the mons and cautiously ventured further.

Her hands were far from idle as she caressed his chest and arms and followed the contours down towards the deep and dark nether regions. As she reached the mound of soft hair surrounding his still rigidly erect penis, it quivering and quaked and maintained it urgent pose, proud and majestically upright. With supreme sensitiveness she once again slid the foreskin back to expose the glistening head at which she marveled a few minutes before. Her finger traced the edges of the glans around and followed it up to the narrow closed orifice. Oh, so, gently she lifted his stiff and forbidding penis up and looked it head on. Her soft fingers then touched a large serpentine vein and followed it full length, wondering lazily as she went. When she reached the root, the source of the enormous organ's strength, she extended her hand until she totally enveloped the rigid staff. The other hand stole down still lower to the testicles. In the heat of passion they were loose and pliable. As she valiantly tried to capture and hold one, Alex caused her to start.

The Report Card

Little Suzy Fisher could hardly wait. The cute ten-year-old girl was sitting in third row seat of the schoolroom, almost breathless with excitement. In a moment she would know if her efforts had succeeded.

Nobody looking at the sweet innocence of the virginal young beauty would have guessed the turmoil that was running through the child's mind. Except for a slight flush where her neck had gotten red from excitement, nobody in the room would have ever suspected that little Suzy Fisher was worried about her reportcard. Suzy was an exceptionally precocious little girl, and might normally have been accused of being a "teacher's pet" because of her amazingly good grades.

Nobody would ever make such an accusation in John Stockdale's classroom though. "Mr." Stockdale was as well known and feared by his students for being strict and fair as he was liked by the faculty for the high quality of his teaching. At the moment, he was busy handing out report-cards to the class. With each name called, a student went up to his desk, exchanged a few words with him, and returned. A few came back looking glad or excited. Most came back looking relieved. Only 2 came back looking like they weren't pleased with the results, and it was no surprise to Suzy when it came to those two. "Cindy Macon" Called Mr. Stockdale. Suzy watched as her sexy cousin got up, shook her beautiful long brunette hair over her shoulders from where it had been dangling down to her almost fully developed breasts. At eleven, Cindy looked much more mature than the 6-month difference in their ages would have suggested. While Suzy looked barely more than a tomboy, with little buds for breasts, and only a slight padding starting to develop on her slim hips, Cindy looked almost like a full-grown woman. Her swaying hips, and full breasts had more than one of the members of the faculty having wet dreams about getting her alone. More than one of the older boys in the school had already tried, but Suzy knew that her sexy cousin had turned them all down. Suzy wasn't sure she could have refused some of the boys if they had asked her, but Cindy seemed to be holding herself back for someone. Suzy watched as her cousin returned to her seat with a quick glance and a smile that reassured her that her cousin had done OK.