James Wellington - Junior high neighborhood sluts

My marriage came to a crashing halt the afternoon my wife came home from work early and found me fucking our fifteen-year-old baby-sitter. We'd been married just out of high school and had two kids right away. After the second baby was born we both agreed that should be the end of the children and I went to the doctor for "the operation". Having a vasectomy didn't bother me at all. In fact, I saw it as an opportunity to pursue my secret interest in young girls without either me or them having to worry about pregnancy. It's amazing the number of young teenage girls eager to discover the wonderful world of sex once they didn't have to worry about 'accidents'.

Our baby-sitter, Janice, had moved into the apartment across the hall from us several months before, and we had hired her for the summer to watch our two elementary-aged children while my wife and I worked during the day. She had a freckled, round, plain-looking face with sort of "sad" eyes, but a fantastically firm, slender, sexy teenage body with small, pale, freckled-covered breasts tipped with little pink nipples and a great, smooth, tight little ass. There was a strong sexual aura surrounding her, and the first time we met I felt the attraction. And it sure wasn't hard to get her pants off the first time, either.

I usually got home from work in the mid-afternoon, about two hours earlier than my wife, and nearly every day, while the kids played outside in the yard, I locked the apartment door and enjoyed her sexy and responsive young body for awhile before she went home.

One day the electricity went off in the bank where my wife worked and they sent everyone home early. She unlocked the apartment door, walked in, and found me sitting on the couch with my jeans and underwear bunched down around my ankles as Janice knelt on the couch and straddled my lap. Although she still wore her white tennis shoes, the teenage girl was completely naked from the waist down, her shorts and panties laying on the floor. Her slender and pale body moved quickly up and down, her round, shapely ass slapping down on my bare thighs as she frantically bounced up and down on my cock. My hands cradled and caressed her sweet little behind, and I played with the crack of her ass and tickled her asshole with my finger tips as her firm little butt moved over me.

My wife froze for an instant when she saw what was happening, turned around, and slammed the door as she left. I was just about ready to shoot off into this fifteen-year-old girl's tight and wet cunt for the second time that afternoon and, at that moment, didn't give a damn what happened or who saw us. Afterwards, my wife gave me a week to move out.

I guess my attraction to young girls goes back to the time I was about twelve or thirteen-years-old, in junior high school, and just discovering the difference between boys and girls and the wonderful and forbidden pleasures that difference could bring. My sister was about ten-years-old at the time and had a friend about the same age, named Amy, that she often played with.

Amy always seemed to wear dresses or skirts when she came over to play with my sister. They were just plain, simple, sometimes ragged, play dresses, not fancy or anything. I over-heard Amy tell my little sister her mom insisted that she wear them.

Anyway, the little girl seemed unconcerned about the fact that, as the two girls played, her skirt would come up and she'd constantly expose her white cotton panties. But, to a horny young junior high boy with a cock that was hard just about all the time, seeing her underwear was quite a thrill and, when I was invited to play "house" with them, I usually took advantage of the opportunity.

One day, we built a 'secret hide-away' in the back of the garage using several very large cardboard boxes and old blankets. As we moved around our little fort I took every chance I could to put my hand up under Amy's loose-fitting dress and feel her ass and pussy. The first time I touched her, she was crawling on her hands and knees moving into the hideout and I was right behind her. As she knelt on all fours in front me and started to squeeze through the cut-out opening, I reached up under her skirt and held her between her legs, my fingers kind of cupping and holding her crotch. I was really scared that she might make a fuss and tell my sister and my fingers trembled but, God, I was horny, and that narrow white strip between her legs was so inviting.

I was really surprised when the little girl stopped moving as she felt my hand rubbing over her cotton-covered mound between her legs. I was afraid she was going to start yelling or something, but she just stayed still, crouched on her hands and knees in front of me until I heard my sister finally ask why it was taking her so long to get through the door. I dropped my hand as she moved in and nervously waited for accusations that never came.

Her reaction, or lack of, immediately made me much more bold, and I began to look for every opportunity to secretly slip my hand under her dress and fondle her panty-covered little-girl pussy whenever my sister wasn't looking. Later that same afternoon, my sister went to the house to get lemonade and cookies and left the two of us alone for about ten minutes. As soon as she left, Amy and I sat in silence and building excitement at our secret game that seemed so dirty, and so much fun.

We looked at each other for a moment wondering who was going to make the first move, before I slowly, nervously, crawled across the box and over to her. As I sat next to the young girl, I put my hand on her long, bare, skinny leg. I wasn't quite sure what she was going to do, but I didn't expect the girl to lift the hem of her dress, draw her legs up, separate her knees, and let my hand slid down along the smoothness of her inner thigh and fall onto her pussy mound.

My hand lay still for a moment before, with trembling fingers, I slowly rubbed my hand back and forth over her private pleasure place. We both knew that this was a forbidden, dirty thing to do, and we both enjoyed it very much. Time seemed to move in slow motion as we silently sat together, the sexual tension like high-voltage electricity crackling around us as my hand moved purposely between her thin, parted thighs, touching and caressing the puffy, round folds of her pussy through her panties.

For the next several weeks Amy came over to play with my sister often and, whenever my sister wasn't looking, I constantly played with Amy's hairless little pussy. For a young junior high school boy just discovering the secret, private pleasure places of a girl's body this was incredibly arousing stuff. I found myself thinking about the little girl all the time and what we were doing. I can remember how hard my cock felt in my pants as I saw our furtive sessions in my mind, and eagerly anticipated what we were going to do together when she came over to play again.

After the first couple of times we played our secret sex game, I finally became bold enough to slip my fingers under the elastic leg band of her panties and actually feel the bare skin of the lips of her pussy and the little cleft that separated them. The first time I did it she groaned a little. It was the first sound I'd ever heard her make as we played our dirty little game, and my hand froze as my finger pressed down into her little slit. I asked if I was hurting her. She whispered in a small voice that I wasn't that it felt good.

One Saturday afternoon, several weeks later, Amy came over to play as she usually did. This time, however, my sister wasn't home, but I was, and it was our first opportunity to be completely by ourselves. We both knew right away what we wanted to do and, without a word, we quickly headed for the dark hideout in the garage.