Much more interesting was a pretty, naive, school-girl, who
looked horny without really meaning to. An example was
Juliette, the little sister of a friend, cute with short
brown curly hair, and aged about 18. She always looked sexy
in a girlish sort of way – maybe wearing a pink woolly
sweater, little miniskirt, white tights, and pixie boots. My
friend once told me that he made her give him blow-jobs… I
never knew whether it was true, but I enjoyed vivid
fantasies about the idea of her pouty lips wrapped around my
school-boy cock.

One weekend, her brother’s parents were away, and he decided
to have an all-night barbecue. I chatted up a couple of
girls, but spent most of the time drinking and talking to
the boys. It reached two or three in the morning, and we sat
in the back garden. Juliette was next to me, but not close,
and I wasn’t about to try anything with her while my friends
looked on. Then, one of the others tried to put his arm
around her – She edged towards me, obviously not interested,
and soon was pressed next to me. She was wearing a white
halter-top, its shoulder ties slipped to the side of her
arms, and a white skirt that finished just above her knees.
I put an arm around her, resting it on her shoulder, and she
rested her head against me. I risked putting my other hand
on her knee and she just kissed my neck gently. “I’m
tired..” she murmured into my ear. “Will you take me to
bed?”.

We had tents pitched in the garden, so we found one and
climbed in. Juliette unrolled her sleeping bag, and pulled
out her night-clothes. She was fumbling and, like myself,
had drank far too much considering her age. “Can I help
you?” I asked, and she nodded. As we both knelt on the
sleeping bag, her back towards me, I pulled the little bow
the went from the halter top round her neck. “There’s some
clips on the back” Juliette whispered, so I unfastened the
four or five clips, and watched the thin white top open
before me. She held her arms up and I lifted the top up, and
put it to one side. Moving my hands to her tummy, I gently
touched her young body, raising my caresses to the little
bumps that were becoming breasts. Her nipples were hard,
maybe from the cold, but she turned and kissed me as I
played with them between my fingers. I moved my lips to
hers, and felt a little tongue probing between them, pushing
to touch my own. As she turned she tilted back onto her
bottom, folding her legs up against her front. Her skirt
stretched over her bottom now only covered the top of her
legs, and I touched them, slipping a hand between her calf
and thigh. My palm slipped down to the skirt’s hem, then
round to the inside of her thigh, until my fingertips were
touching her tight little panties. Her kisses were becoming
more furtive, so treating this as desire I slipped my
fingers, and then my hand, under the knickers, and over her
smooth, almost hairless pussy. Her knees parted so exerting
some pressure on my middle finger, I parted her labia, and
touched the tight, sticky, inside of this cute little
school-girl vagina. After playing like this for what felt
like hours, Juliette slipped out of her skirt and panties, I
undressed, and together we climbed into the sleeping bag,
pressed body to body, closely together.

My penis was long and hard, and below the fabric of the bag,
I felt her fumbling fingers stroking me. Reaching down, I
closed her fingers around its girth and motioned them up and
down, then moved an arm around her lithe body. My fingers
touched the cleft of her buttocks, and pressed her groin
closer as she slowly masturbated me.

The young, pretty, nymphet begin to whimper, becoming
excited from the un-deliberate rubbing of her own hands
against her clitoris, and the pace of her masturbation began
to increase. She started to suck on my ear-lobes, licking up
and down my neck, and I knew that I would soon be cumming.
“Can I cum inside of you?” I asked, gently. By way of an
answer, the twelve year old brunette rolled us, as if as
one, so that I was on top of her, between her knees.

Reaching between her legs, I parted her labia and nudged the
head of my cock between the lips. Her fingers joined mine,
then moved to hold my foreskin, continuing her unrelentless
wanking, forward and back. She pulled more than she pushed,
and slowly I begin to slip into her tight cavity, I ecstatic
as I floated on the verge of orgasm. As my penis was
enveloped a few inches into her pussy she grunted as her
hymen broke, and put her fingers around my balls, squeezing
gently. I pushed slightly harder, and slid deep into her
body.

Juliette said nothing, but emitted little pants and gasps as
I moved in and out. Her forefinger stretched up touching the
skin between my scrotum and anus. “Juliette, my bottom,
touch my bottom and help me cum….”. The obedient girl
kissed my lips, then pushed a forefinger an inch into my
rectum making me gasp. “Do it, please, do it now” she said,
crying in her lust. I pulled my prick back until just its
head was inside of her, then begin more forcefully and
deeply thrusting in and out. Her tongue was darting around
my mouth, as she wiggled the finger that penetrated my
behind, and in moments I felt a cold sensation raising from
the inside of my legs, up into my balls. “Yes, Juliette,
Yes” I told her, feeling her other hand vibrating the small
part of my cock that was outside of her young cunt. With a
final thrust, I ejaculated my cum deep inside of her, with
the sudden realisation that I could be making her pregnant.
I half pulled out, but as the next wave of orgasm hit me,
pushed back in, not caring in my ecstasy. My whole body felt
that it was in orgasm as I spurted again and again.
Eventually I stopped, exhausted but sated, and stayed
inside, still kissing my young girl-friend as my penis
softened, and we, together, fell asleep.

I woke up the following morning alone. Feeling guilty, yet
uncertain about the events of the previous evening, I went
into the house with some trepidation. Those who were neither
throwing up in the toilets, or still asleep outside, were
eating breakfast, so I joined them, getting a bowl of cereal
and a black coffee. I was a bit queasy and conscious that
Juliette in some fit of nerves might have told someone of
our night together. However, a few minutes later, Juliette
appeared, looking like a vision, in a little white baby-doll
nighty. With her panties just visible below its frilled hem,
and cute white ankle-socks she looked like an advertisement
for little-girl sex, and I knew that other boys were
effected by her. She gave me a coy smile, then went over to
the fridge. Filling a glass with milk, she walked back to
the door, paused, then came towards me. I was worried as to
what she might say, but she just smiled and passed me a bit
of paper. Her brother looked up, but as she told me it was
‘just a telephone message’ looked down again.

It wasn’t until I returned home that I opened it. My parents
were at Church, but I went to my room and took the note from
my pocket, laying it on the bed.

“Dear Ian,

Last night was lovely for me… I love you so much, but know
that you’re probably not interested in a girl like me
because I’m too young. I don’t mind if you have lots of
other girl-friends, but I’ll always do anything for you.
I’ve been looking at William’s dirty magazines since I came
to bed, and read one that showed an older girl in a school
uniform being spanked. Would you want to spank me? Is that
what men want to do with girls like me? Maybe you want me to
suck your willy while you spurt your white stuff into my
mouth? You could do anything at all, really, even if I
didn’t like it, or if it hurt me, because you’re all that
matters. Please call me, and even if I’m not as old, or as
pretty, as your other girl-friends, at least you know that
I’ll always say yes to you.

I love you.

Juliette.”

I was heartbroken and tired of having to turn to the palm sisters each
morning so I decided to start looking again for a good woman who could
satisfy my desires and needs.

The new cashier we hired where I work, was a little on the short side
with shoulder length blonde hair, and deep blue eyes with a
mischievious glint in them. Up front she had a pair of 38’s that
looked soft but firm and an ass that was dying to be squeezed.

Sherry was my target and my arrow was getting hard.

During a slow spell in the store we started playing sledgehammer
baseball! We used a beach ball and a sledghammer to play with.
(no, we didn’t have a sports section!) I ended up breaking a decorative
chandolier with a hit to the deep right. Everyone in the game helped
me clean the mess up before all the floor managers came out of their
meeting. Sherry was in front of me as I stood up after picking up the
last piece. She gave me a deep hug and held me, squashing her warm
mammaries into my ribs. I didn’t want to come on too strong, so I let go
but she didn’t. She held me until my neglected appendage came to
life. She must have felt if for she looked up at me and smiled, then
walked away.

She left me standing there with a raging bull of a hard-on.

Ted, a friend of mine from the store was going out with one of the managers
who was also friends with Sherry. The three of them convinced me to
go out with them for a night of partying. At home, I jerked off to get
rid of any pent-up frustrations and also stop me from cumming too quickly
if, by chance I were to get lucky. Then I had a long shower, daydreaming
about the night’s possible scenerios.

Sherry and I got the back seat of the Malibu while we drove around
deciding what to do. Forty-five minutes and three screwdrivers later
we were down by the lake beside a motorhome watching the submarine races.
Ted and Jo-anne hit the beach while Sherry and I snuggled up in the backseat.

She was a hot chick with one thing on her mind, as I was about to find
out. She sucked my tongue as we kissed and grabbed my crotch trying
to pull my dick out of my pants. I removed my pants as she did hers
and I started to go for her fury pussy with my wild thing when she
asked me to fuck her tits first.

While she was sitting up in the backseat, I squeezed her mungous mams
together around my cock and pumped between them while she grabbed my
ass cheeks closer to her body. She tried to look down and see the
action and almost got her mouth stuffed with my now leaking cock head.

She laid on her back now with her head propped by the car as I straddled
her chest and fucked he tits pushing farther and farther up to her
mouth as my target. Seeing my dick head leaking some juice, Sherry
wanted it to stroke into her mouth on the up-stroke of her tit fuck.
Being of sound mind, I gave the woman her wish. This brought me to
the brink of insane pleasure.

I had to stop and cool it down but the hot little chick wanted it in
her mouth. It was now my turn to lay back and get worked on and boy
did she work on me. She wet down the head then sucked it into her
mouth while she kept a firm hand on my root. She whipped her tongue
around and around the head until I thought it would explode. Instead
it went a little numb. This let me enjoy one of the longest and
wettest blowjobs of my life.

She had my pecker buried half way into her head and started the old up
and down bobbing we all love. Ecstasy is the way that I would
describe her sucking. With my right hand, I buried my middle finger
up to the last possible knuckle and started plunging into her dripping
snatch. Her steady sucking turned into a whirl wind blowjob.

Her left hand had a good grip on my dick as her mouth had that steady
suction action that was slowly drawing a trickle of juice from my balls
into her throat. She was jacking her hand up as her sucking mouth came
down. She was getting tired now and couldn’t believe the staying
power I was displaying. Neither could I.

She started a harder, faster and more furious sucking action as her
right hand started kneeding the cum in my balls. Her tongue was
whipping up a froth on my pulsing purple head and I gritted my teeth
as I held off my milky lava.

“I’m going to cum … I’m going to cum”, I blurted. She stopped for a
moment and rested her tongue on my cockhead and looked into my eyes as
I panted. She looked like she wasn’t sure if she should continue.
In an instant, she resumed the fast and furious cock sucking with new
gusto as she made up her mind to finish me off in her mouth.

Enough was enough. I grabbed her head as I arched my body off the
seat and grunted with each sticky blast of cum from my twitching cockhead
into the farthest reaches of her mouth and throat. As I continued to
shoot wads into her mouth, she squeezed my ball sack with her right hand
and milk me with her left hand. She didn’t swallow any of my cum, yet.

Her mouth was savouring the sticky pool of semen that was now collected
in her mouth. Like a mouthwash, she swished it around in her mouth to
relish my cum’s taste. She seemed to enjoy it that way. I didn’t
mind either. She seemed to taste test it like a fine wine. After a
minute of this she was able to speak her first words since I had
filled her mouth with my meat.

“It has a nice salty tang to it with just the right amount of
viscosity. Not too tart and not too bitter. Just the way I like it!”