James Wellington: Junior high neighborhood sluts

Setting up a pleasurable rhythm, I quickly fucked the thirteen-year-old girl, the wet, fleshy sounds of our union and our moans of pleasure filling the room. The sweet, musky, sex smell surrounded us as I penetrated her again and again, our loins squishing together was her oily wetness matted our pubic hair. The walls of her cunt pulled and milked my cock like a hot, wet mouth, and we were both completely lost in the powerful sensations that enveloped our bodies.

I closed my eyes, my head floating in a haze of lust. Ann began to arch her hips toward mine with every deep penetration, making each delicious stroke into the youngster even better. The bed bounced as I slammed into the little girl, the base of my cock bumping against her clit as I fucked her hard and fast.

I bent down and grabbed one of her nipples with my lips, gently squeezing it between my teeth for a moment before using my tongue to lick over the salty-tasting morsel on the tip of her breast. The added sensations were enough, and she squeezed her thighs tightly against mine as she grunted and held her breath, her body going completely rigid as she came.

I could feel her young body tremble and quiver in orgasm. The thought of fucking this horny little thirteen-year-old and making her cum sent me over the edge, and I began to shoot off deep inside her pussy.

After a short rest we fucked again. This time starting with her on top and finishing with me pummeling her from behind. It was a great way to begin the day and, as we hugged and kissed as she was about to leave, we both said how nice it had been and how much we would look forward to her next visit.

Because I work as a security guard all night, I don't usually get up until about noon each day. One morning several days later, I awoke early with a headache and couldn't get back to sleep. It was about mid-morning and the strong sunlight pouring in the bedroom window told me it was going to be another hot, humid summer day. I climbed out of bed, slipped on a pair of cut-off jeans, and went down to the kitchen for a couple of aspirins and a drink of water before I took my usual shower.

Standing at the kitchen sink and looking out the window toward the alley in back of the house, I saw Traci come riding into yard on her bike followed by two young boys also on bikes. The boys were about a head shorter than Traci. One seemed to be about her age, maybe twelve or thirteen, and the other a year or two younger. All the kids were dressed about the same – just dirty blue jeans and bare feet. Traci was the only one wearing anything on her upper body, her usual clinging tube top that wrapped around her upper chest and left her mid-section bare. The kids dropped their bikes on the grass behind the shed, opened the door, and disappeared inside.

Now some things made sense. All week I'd noticed that the shed door was never latched whenever I went out in the afternoon, and several times the door was swinging half-way open. Though nothing was ever taken, I suspected that someone had been in there, and now I knew who it was.

Curiosity was getting the better of me. I forgot about my headache and quietly slipped out the back door of the house, crept up to the small wooden building, and opened the door that led to the another section of the shed. This was a workshop I used when I needed to repair something and it had a small workbench built into one of the walls. There was a thin wooden wall dividing it from the main portion of the shed where the furniture was stored and where the mattress was set up for my sex sessions with Traci.

The door creaked slightly as I slowly opened it and slipped inside. I crept over to the dividing wall where I knew there was a section of board missing near the raised mattress in the other room. With the sunlight light filtering through the filthy windows, I could easily see into the other part of the shed and the sound of the kids talking was very clear and understandable.

"Why don't we pretend that you've captured me and then you tie me up and make me do dirty things to you like I did yesterday," Traci told the two boys. "And you can do things to me, too."

Close up I could see my first impressions were right. The boys were a little younger than Traci. One was slightly taller than the other, though neither was as tall as the girl. They both seemed eager to play the game she was describing.

The two boys opened a dusty cardboard box that was in a group of boxes stacked in the corner and found what they were looking for; what they apparently knew was already there. One of the boys took a couple of old men's ties from the box and approached Traci. She turned around and put her hands behind her, and the boy wrapped one of the old neckties around her wrists, pulling it tightly and securing it with a single knot.

"Tell me you're gonna kill me if I don't do something to you," she told them, sitting down on the edge of the raised mattress, her hands bound behind her back.

The slightly taller boy lowered his voice and tried to sound menacing.

"We're gonna kill ya if you don't do something to us; something dirty," he threatened her, playing along with the game.

"What're you gonna make me do?" Traci asked, trying to sound afraid.

"We're gonna…"

The boy paused, unsure of what he should tell her, how far she would let him go this morning. The game they had begun in this dark, private place earlier in the week had gone farther each day. Although they had done this several times already, he still found this new, exciting, and forbidden experience with this girl almost unbelievable, and he hesitated.

"You're gonna make me do things to you, aren't ya?" Traci said, helping him along… "things like suck your cock." It sounded so natural coming from her.

The taller boy took the cue.

"Yeah, we're gonna… make you suck our… cocks; so, do it."

"OK, I'll do it; if that's what you want me to do."

The boys needed no further encouragement and pulled at the snaps and zippers on their dirty jeans. They stood close together in front of the bound girl as their pants dropped to the ground and pooled around their bare feet. Both boys were wearing small, white cotton underwear briefs, and their rigid little-boy cocks pressed out against the front making a sizable lump. The taller boy pulled the waistband of his underwear out over his prick, bent over as he slipped them down his legs, and left them laying on top of his jeans. The smaller boy followed the older boy's lead and, with their pants down around their ankles, they shuffled up and stood closely in front of the bound and seated girl. Their hard, pale little sex shafts stood almost straight up in the air, wisps of dark hair just beginning to sprout around the base of their small pricks.

Through the crack in the wall I watched the thirteen-year-old girl bend forward a little, bow her head, and lower her mouth onto to the larger boy's cock, taking the small cockhead fully into her mouth. Dipping her head forward, she let a little more of his short, stiff length slide through her lips before pulling back on the sex shaft, her lips gripping the boy's prick.

Up and down her head bobbed, setting up a slow, easy rhythm as she mouthed the young boy and her moist, tightened lips pulled at his sex shaft. She seemed to move lower and lower down on his cock until she was taking about three-fourths of it fully into her mouth. Through the hole in the wall I could see the hollows of her cheeks each time she pulled up on the shaft, the suction creating incredible pleasure between the little boy's legs.

After working about a minute on the first boy's cock, she lifted her head and released the wet shaft and let it pop out of her mouth. Shifting her body slightly over, she turned and engulfed the other small, stiff prick that hovered so invitingly near her face. The smaller boy gasped at the unexpectedly wonderful sensations that shot through his slender, almost skinny body as the older girl pulled on his pulsing hardness with her warm, wet lips. Although the girl had done this to him several times already this week, he still couldn't believe how good it felt, and how good it was going to feel when she got him to finally shoot off like she had the day before.