James Wellington: Junior high neighborhood sluts

It was so much fun watching the little girl cum like this for the first time. It was so incredibly sensual, so sexy. I put my hands around her girlish waist and held her tightly onto my prick as I felt the contraction in my balls begin. Instinctively feeling my climax approaching, she pushed her taut young body back onto me hard, twisting her little ass back and forth as if she was screwing herself onto me.

"Yeah… cum inside me… Oh, God, I wanna feel you shoot in my hot cunt…"

Hearing her encourage me with those sexy, dirty words sent me over the edge.

"Ohhhh…" I groaned, my eyes squeezed shut as I came, my hips bucking up against her tender loins as I shot deep inside her.

The incredible pleasure of sexual climax exploded in my head. I grunted as the first shot of cum spurted hard up into the twelve-year-old, my hips thrusting up and into her again. The next couple of spurts seemed just has hard. Shot after shot sent spasms through my body as I filled her with my cream, my muscles tense and rigid as I came. I was unaware of time passing – everything seemed frozen; nothing was significant except the exceptional sexual sensations washing over my body. I hadn't climaxed that hard in a long, long time.

We stayed like that for a couple of minutes, almost paralyzed from the intensity of our orgasms, our loins still making the hot connection and any movement sending another spasm through our bodies. Although my cock was starting to lose it's erection, I still felt the elastic grip of Traci's cunt lips squeezing the base and holding it in her.

Finally beginning to relax, I opened my eyes and looked up at the youngster as she sat on me, legs spread across my loins. Warm, sticky wetness seeped out of her slit and over my lap.

She giggled, then let out a long sigh.

"God, I've never felt anything so good in my life, and I could feel you shoot inside me. It felt so warm, like something hot and wet filling me up. Can we do it some more?"

"I'm afraid that most guys can only do it once before they have to rest a little. Fucking you made me cum harder than I've cum in a long time. You've got a great pussy, and I want to fuck you again and again, but not today – I've gotta be at work in an hour. You said your brothers like to play with your pussy; I've sure they'd like to fuck you even more. I'll bet they could make you cum, too."

She smiled at the idea. "Yeah; maybe I can get 'em to do me tonight. God, it felt so good… I wanna fuck a lot."

Gently, slowly, she pulled her slender, pale body off my lap, my softened cock pulling out from the clinging grip of her sweet little pussy and releasing a small flood of white cream down the inside of her legs. I got a towel and helped her clean up as we both got dressed.

"Traci, one thing you should know. Fucking is the way that girls get pregnant. You don't want that. I can't get you pregnant because I'm sterile, but other boys can. Be sure they wear a condom over their cock before you let them fuck you. That way, both of you will still have fun but you won't get pregnant and you'll be able to fuck all you want. Because you've been so nice to me, I'll run over to the store and get you some right now, if you want. It'll just take ten minutes."

She smiled as if I told her she was going to get a Christmas present.

"Would you? That'd be great. When can I come and be with you again, sometime?"

"Just stop by whenever any time…"

Lisa was another girl in the neighborhood who lived next door. She and her best friend, Sarah, always played together around the house and rode their bikes or took walks around the neighborhood. They were both young and nubile little nymphs around thirteen or fourteen-years-old.

Although they had well developed young bodies they were not the glamorous or cheerleader type – the kind that wears lots of make-up and goes out on dates. Instead, these girls were good in school and didn't hang out with the 'popular' crowds. But that doesn't mean they didn't have the same intense sexual longings of other, more 'popular' girls.

Sarah was tall and slender with long, thin, straight brown hair that hung down almost to her waist, and a pleasant, though shy, smile. She reminded me of the 'hippy' girls from the sixties, with their long, straight hair and tight hip-hugger blue jeans that clung to her long, slender legs and tight, shapely ass.

Lisa had a shorter, more compact body, with short blond hair, freckles and braces on her teeth. She looked like she would get heavy as she got older, but now was beautifully proportioned as only young girls can be. Her bright and bubbly personality seemed to make her perpetually smile.

Both of the girls had round, nicely developed asses and large breasts for their age. Their breasts tended to stand straight out from the chests, like ripening melons, starting full and tapering to rounded points tipped with long nipples. Like most of the young girls around the neighborhood they seldom wore bras during the summer, preferring to wear halter tops and swim suit tops, or just letting their breast bounce freely beneath their summer T-shirts.

There faces weren't really pretty-just a little cute, and the boys never paid much attention to them. But they had the same curiosity and strong sexual desires all young teenage girls have, and they secretly yearned to have some boy kiss them using his tongue while he played with their full breasts and sensitive pink nipples.

The girls knew me and we would greet each other as they laid out in the sun next door, or walk past the house in summer shorts and flimsy tops. I would always pause to admire their developing young bodies, my cock growing long and hard thinking about their jiggling breasts and tight pussies. As I watched them passing by I could tell they felt my admiring glances, and they would look back at me and whisper to each other. I didn't usually wear any underwear, and I know they could see the large lump pushing out the front of my shorts.

One hot, summer afternoon shortly after my session with Traci, they were sitting on Lisa's front porch as I stood in the yard doing some yard work. I had taken off my shirt and worked in just my running shorts and tennis shoes. I could see the girls glance my way as they sat close together like conspirators, talking in low voices. Just to be neighborly I gave them a smile and a little wave. They conversed for another minute, then got up and sauntered over.

"Hi, girls," I said as they came closer, "enjoying your summer vacation?"

"Hi, Mr. Johnson," said Lisa. "It was kinda fun, at first, but it's getting boring, now. There's just not much to do."

They stood close to me, both dressed in their usual outfits: shorts and cropped tops. Sarah, her long, straight brown hair hanging down her back, was wearing very tight cut-off jeans that seemed to cling to her hips like a second skin and barely reached down to cover the sharp curves of her ass. The shorts were pulled so snugly up between her legs that I could see the roundness of her pubes and the crease of the inside of her thighs. Long, slim, pale legs extended from her compact behind, ending in little bare feet. A sleeveless cut-off T-shirt hung just inches below the bottom swell of her full, bra-less breasts.

Lisa, shorter and more compact than her friend, was wearing shorts that, while loose and billowing around her legs, were also pulled up tightly into her crotch forming a nice 'V' shape that met on the front of her pubic mound. Once, when she briefly turned around, I could see the material of her shorts riding high up into the crack of her ass and I wondered if she was wearing any panties. I was hoping to find out. She was wearing a top similar to Sarah's and her large, pointed breasts pushed the T-shirt out and away from her chest like the poles of a tent.