James Wellington

Junior high neighborhood sluts

CHAPTER ONE

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.