James Wellington: Junior high neighborhood sluts

I began to understand her casual attitude toward sexual touching. She lived in an environment where it was considered normal, natural.

"It sounds like fun to me. So, you really like it, huh?"

"Yeah, I really do," said Traci, glancing down at the ground and speaking in a small voice, suddenly a little self-conscious. "I've been wonderin' what it'd be like with someone else… a little older. Would you… like to do things, too?"

"I'd like to show you how to do some new things that make you feel even better. Would you like that?"

"OK," she said, looking up with a smile.

"Let's go inside. I have a nice place where we won't be bothered." I led her into the shed that was on the property next to the alley. It was almost like an old large, double-sized garage and, like I said, the landlord used it to store a bunch of old furniture. I opened the side door and we entered. There was no electricity in the place, but several dirty windows high up near the roof allowed in enough light to dimly illuminate the interior.

It was cool inside and smelled slightly musty, a nice refuge from the summer heat. Along one wall was a large, old couch and across from it, sitting on some wooden boxes and raised about four feet off the floor, was an old box springs and mattress. Cardboard boxes were stacked everywhere. I led the twelve-year-old girl over to the couch and we sat down.

Listening to her frank sexual talk was exciting. I wanted to hear more, and she didn't seem shy or embarrassed about telling me.

"Tell me, did you and your brothers do anything today?"

"Sure, almost every day. My mom's working today so she left before we got up. I usually wear a shirt and panties to bed and leave 'em on in the morning as I walk around the house, picking up and stuff. This morning, my older brother, Jeff, found me in the kitchen and had me take my panties off so I'd be wearing just my shirt and be naked underneath. The boys often do that, and I like it." She giggled. "Sometimes when I feel kinda… you know, dirty, and I know Mom's not home, I'll take my panties off before I get up and walk around the house like that, hoping they'll do things to me. It makes me feel so… sexy; it's fun."

"As I walk around they put their hands between my legs and their fingers up into my pussy for a minute. Sometimes I'll stand next to one of them while they're sitting down and they'll put their fingers up between my legs and play with my… hole. They'll push a finger up inside it and move it in and out real fast. God, it feels so good and I get real wet down there when they play with me like that."

"Once in a while, when I'm doing dishes at the sink, they'll walk up in back of me and do me like that from behind. I just kinda lean forward and spread my legs a little and they tickle my… pussy. I want 'em to be able to do it 'cause it feels good to me, what they do with their fingers. I start to get all wet and hot down there."

"It's called 'finger-fucking'," I explained, wanting her to hear the sexy words. "When someone uses their fingers and slides them in and out of your pussy like that it's called finger-fucking. You should use those words… it makes it more fun. So, you like it when they finger-fuck you?"

"Yeah… I like it when they… finger-fuck me. There, I said it. God, it sounds…"

"Sexy?"

"Yeah, sexy… and dirty. God, I love it."

"How long have your brother's been doing this to you?"

"Well, my older brother, Jeff, started doin' me a couple of years ago… and Robby's just started."

There was a long, silent pause as I gathered my courage. Finally, I spoke. "I'd like to finger-fuck you. Would you like that?"

She nodded in agreement.

"Take your pants off."

Traci stood up and unsnapped and unzipped her pants. They were down and off her feet quickly. The young girl stood before me dressed in her halter top and small, dingy white bikini panties.

"Now, take your panties off."

Without hesitation, she grabbed the elastic waistband, slid them down her slender legs, and pulled them off her feet. She let them lay on the floor and stood up, her halter top the only clothing on her body. A small, very light triangle of silky blond pubic hair was barely visible just beginning to grow and spread up over her lower belly from between her thighs.

"Turn around slowly."

My fantasies about sexy young girls was coming true right before my eyes, and I wanted to admire her young form. She definitely had the hips and behind of a developing young woman. Her slender, legs rose up from her dirty feet and ended at her beautifully round little behind. Her ass had a deep cleft clearly dividing the two firm globes of soft, smooth flesh and her small breasts were just slight rises in the flatness of her girlish chest. Yet, already her little nipples were hard and pointed, poking out against the thin material of her top, seemingly eager to be stroked and excited. When her breasts became more developed she would have a fantastic body. She was at that girl-woman age when her body had characteristics of both; yet, she had that air of innocent little-girl sexual curiosity mixed with some knowledge of the facts of life that was a sexually intoxicating combination.

"Do you want me to take my top off, too?" she asked in a small, hushed voice. "No, not yet… you look more sexy this way. Sit down here," I said, indicating a spot on the couch next to me.

The short, shapely little twelve-year-old girl sat next to me, naked from the waist down, a wisp of material covering her upper body. She didn't seem to feel shy or uncomfortable with her nakedness. I had her turn so she could lean back against the big arm of the couch facing me and put her feet on the couch next to me, knees up and together.

"Open your knees," I said softly.

I found my breathing become rapid and shallow as my arousal grew with my erotic anticipation. I felt like I was fourteen again, and Amy and I were playing our little sex games. The air around us seemed charged with sexual electricity as her knees opened and fell to each side, one laying against the back of the couch, the other falling down and resting on the seat cushions. The youngster's sex was fully and completely open and exposed to me.

The small triangle of silky blond pubic hair carried down between her slender, open legs, forming a covering of light blond fuzz over the raised mounds of her sweet, little pussy. Between the rounded outer lips I could see the already moistened opening of her small cunt slit, puffy, wet and pink. The skin in the crease of her thighs looked soft and smooth. Already, the pungent odor of her sex filled my nose and made my cock unbelievably hard.

I laid my right hand squarely between her legs and gently petted the sexy little girl there, my fingers caressing the light, silky hair and soft skin from the triangle patch on her lower belly down to the round contours of her cute little behind. I moved my hand and fingers over the entire area, the tips of my fingers lightly grazing over the smooth skin of her open inner thighs, then back down, always returning to her girlish pleasure point.

"Mmmm… this feels nice," she volunteered, "you're not as rough as my brothers."

"It feels good to me, too," I answered, caressing her, arousing her. "You've got a nice pussy… so soft, so sexy… mmmm, you must like what I'm doing… I can feel you getting wet."

My fingers lightly moving back and forth between her legs, feeling the roundness of the folds of her pussy lips and the cleft dividing them. The silky soft pussy fur tickled my finger tips as they moved back and forth between the little girl's open legs. Long forgotten memories of my experience with Amy flooded my head.

There wasn't much hair growing yet, and her pubes felt almost as slick as bare skin. I traced circles with my finger tips up her inner thighs almost to her knees, then back down to that place of special pleasures. I could see her cleft beginning to become more moist, more wet, as she was aroused by the stimulation of my fingers. I centered my movements more and more around her pussy slit, wanting to arouse the youngster even more.