James Wellington: Junior high neighborhood sluts

Once inside, her lace-fringed little white panties came off right away and stayed off for the rest of the afternoon as we played together. It was the first time that my jeans came off, too. She seemed somewhat frightened by the lump that pushed out the front of my white cotton briefs. But she quickly overcame that fear when I took her small, trembling little hand and showed her how to hold and rub my hard little erection. After that I couldn't hardly keep her hand out of my lap, and she was more than ready when, a little while later, my underwear joined her panties in a pile in the corner.

The ten-year-old girl seemed fascinated by the sight and feel of my small, little-boy cock, and she constantly kept her fingers wrapped around my little pole that afternoon as if she didn't want to let go. I showed her how to skim her fist up and down my sensitive shaft and make me feel good, too, and she watched excitedly as drops of clear juice dribbled up from the hole on the tip.

All afternoon she sat beside me, her dress pulled up around her waist and her naked thighs spread apart. She held and squeezed my prick while my fingers cupped and played with her hairless pubes. We reveled in our thrilling and forbidden actions, and we felt so grown-up. One afternoon, when we were again able to be alone, she finally made me cum. I guess the moaning I made and the spray of cum that shot out of my cock scared her to death, but made me feel like I'd never felt before. Once she got over the surprise and realized what had happened, she was eager to try it again, and I was only too happy to oblige her.

Late that summer, just as school was going to begin, our family moved to a house in the country and I never saw Amy again. But my attraction to young girls never lessened though, until my involvement with the baby-sitter, there had been no opportunities to indulge my secret desires.

After my divorce I wandered for a few years, moving from town to town doing odd jobs. I finally settled in a large city in the mid-west where I took a job as a night security guard. I like the privacy of living in a house and not an apartment, and I looked for a place to rent that was within my meager salary. The only thing I could afford was an old, run-down, two story house in a very old part of the city. An alley ran behind the house and an old shed stood at the back of the yard near the alley. It had once been used as a garage, but my landlord now stored old furniture and boxes in it.

I like to work with my hands and I especially like to work in the yard. One day, soon after I moved in, I was filling some holes with dirt in the back yard and while I watched a group of ragged neighborhood kids that constantly ran up and down the alley. Barefoot and dirty, they were young kids, mostly boys, but their leader seemed to be an older girl. Taller and physically bigger than the other kids, she appeared to be in charge, a tom-boy, ordering them around as they played their games.

Over the next week or so I watched for her as the kids played in the neighborhood. She was always dressed the same – a pair of unwashed, beltless corduroy pants or jeans, bare feet, and either a tube top or halter top covering her small budding breasts. Rising up like small, pointed cones from her girlish chest, her breast mounds were just beginning to push out against her clothing, though I noticed that her small, pebble-like nipples were often hard, erect, and attractive.

It was difficult to tell how old she was, though I found out later she was twelve, almost thirteen. She had the slender hips of a young girl who'd not quite begun to fill out, though she had a nice shapely little ass. Her stringy blond hair hung down to her shoulders and, with a freckled face and pert nose, she was a cute girl bordering on pretty. She reminded me a lot of Amy.

Once, as the group raced by on some 'secret mission', I stopped one of the boys and asked about her. He said her name was Traci and that she was going to be in seventh grade. Apparently she went to the public school nearby.

He must have told Traci that I'd asked about her because later on in the afternoon she came walking up the alley by herself, no gang in sight. It was a hot, summer day and she wore the usual outfit – old dirty cords, halter top tied with two strings, one behind her back and the other behind her neck, bare foot, and unwashed. Tiny, hardened little nipples pressed out against her halter top, and her little breasts quivered ever so slightly under the loose material as she walked toward me.

"… heard you asked about me," she said, a glint of both interest and challenge in her eyes.

"Yeah, I did."

"Why?"

I decided to be up-front with her. If she wasn't interested in the things I had in mind, well, so-be-it. But, if she was, I wanted to find out.

"I thought you were an attractive girl and I like to know the attractive girls in the neighborhood."

Her dirty cords clung tightly to her slender hips and round, little ass, but the waistband had no belt and gapped open around her slim waist. As she stood near me I glanced down and could easily see the elastic waistband of her panties. She didn't seem to mind, or care, as I looked her over, not hiding my effort to see inside the waistband of her pants. She looked young, innocent and, at the same time, wild, sexy, and unwashed. I was very aroused.

"Why do you like to know the girls in the neighborhood?" she asked, looking hard into my face. "Do you… like to do things to them?"

"What do you mean, 'do things'?" I asked, a little surprised at her frankness.

"I got a couple of brothers who like to do things to me. That's what we call it – 'do things'. They… uh… like to rub me between my legs and stuff. Sometimes they come into my room when my mom's gone and rub me there and pull my underpants down and touch me."

"How long have they been doing this kind of stuff to you?"

"Mmmm… I don't know… for the last couple of years, I know. I guess Jeff started doin' it to me when he was in sixth or seventh grade and I was in fourth. Robby's only been doin' things to me this year."

"How do you feel about it? Do you like it when they 'do things' to you?"

"It felt kinda funny at first, but kinda good, too. It was just kinda fun to do, pullin' my pants down and stuff, but now it feels real good. In fact, I really like it when they do it. Sometimes I lay in my bed at night and feel funny down there between my legs and wish they'd come in and do things to me."

"How old are they?" I asked.

"Robby's eleven. He's gonna to be in seventh grade and Jeff's fourteen-years-old and goin' into high school. Actually, they're my step-brothers 'cause Mom married their father after I was born, but he took off a couple of years ago and we haven't heard from him since."

"How old are you?"

"I'm twelve now, but I'll be thirteen in a couple of weeks." She seemed proud of that.

"When you say they 'do things'… touch you, how do they touch you?"

"Mom's usually never home 'cause if she's not workin' she's at the bar. So my brothers and me are home a lot. Sometimes, when I'm standing, doing something around the house, one of em'll come up and put their hand between my legs and rub me down there. I let 'em do it to me 'cause it feels so good. Sometimes they'll put their hands down inside my pants and feel me like that."

"But, my favorite is when one or both come into my room at night and pull my underpants down. Then they have me spread my legs a little and put their fingers into me… you know, up my… pussy. That feels best of all. Sometimes it's just one of 'em; sometimes both. I get real wet and hot between my legs. They push a finger in and move it around a lot, getting me wetter. We had a movie this year on periods and sex and stuff and I guess that's what it's kinda like, isn't it?"