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This is an erotic story. It includes explicit descriptions of sexual
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you shouldn't.
MY TROPHY TEENYBOPPER (Mf anal ws)
Written by Ossified
Comments welcome to ossified@hushmail.com
Editing support by Mirabeau
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NOTE: Some details in this story may make more sense if you've read my
first story, 'Wanting Jenny'. It's not really necessary, though.
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Chapter 1
I swear my intentions were pure when I bought the trampoline last
spring. There was no way I could have known it would start this whole
thing, so that's not why I bought it at all. Honestly.
It was more of an early mid-life crisis thing really. I was pushing
thirty, I needed the exercise, and I thought having a trampoline would
be fun. That's all there was to it.
I suspected the children in the neighbourhood would want to use it. If
you have a trampoline in your garden you can be pretty certain kids
will want to try it. And they did. They were everywhere.
The first few days my garden was packed with children of every age.
They'd be really wild, and I had to keep an eye on them constantly.
They even tried to ruin my cherry tree, competing to see who could
jump high enough to rip the unripe berries off its branches. I finally
had to move the contraption closer to the house to spare my poor tree.
I didn't want to see my garden in ruins, but I didn't want to be mean
and chase them away either. The whole thing was turning into a pest,
and I started to regret buying the damned thing.
The solution came in the lithe, fourteen-year-old forms of Katherine
and Jenny. They started showing up after school almost every day,
usually with Katherine's little sister Rachel tagging along too. Soon
these three girls took over my garden and trampoline, lazily brushing
the smaller children aside. I suppose it comes natural when you're
still in school and used to being pestered by younger kids. They
didn't have to do much to achieve their goal either. Snide remarks and
a firm resolve to ignore anyone younger than themselves did the trick.
It seemed Katherine, Rachel and Jenny had decided this was their place
to hang out, and like tigers circling, they claimed their domain.
These three little schoolgirls were a great improvement over the
bratty kids they replaced, and after a while I got to know them rather
well.
Even from the start, my main fascination was with Katherine. She
seemed sweet and a lot less self-absorbed than the other two. I found
she was kind and caring, even towards her little sister who could be a
bit hard-nosed at times. My opinions of Katherine may have changed
since then, but at least that's how I perceived her at the time. I
used to love the way she would hook stray strands of her long, blonde
hair behind her ear. I remember how she would tilt her head sideways
when she looked at you, and how she always had a smile on her lips
that made you uncertain if she was smiling to you or at your expense.
Katherine's friend Jenny had a kind of lazy sexiness about her that I
found extremely attractive, but also a bit unsettling. She was the
rare kind of girl who's smallest, most insignificant movements still
seem sensual and suggestive. However, she also had an untamed,
childlike manner, which could get on your nerves after a while. She
also seemed distant. I'd talked to her a bit and she never seemed to
be able to focus on anything for more than seconds at a time. Her eyes
were always roaming and her mind someplace else. She kept hitting me
up for money too, promising to repay me although she never did. She
was impossible to say no to, though. There was something about Jenny
that made you want to appease her.
You could tell Rachel was proud to hang out with these two older
girls, although she never seemed submissive. I don't think I ever saw
her smile kindly - not to me at least. She was quite obviously less
mature than the other two, and I expect it was Katherine's grace that
allowed her to tag along. Rachel was only eleven and she looked it
too. Having almost achieved the height of her older sister, but none
of her curves, Rachel was tall and thin. I thought she was a gymnast
at first, her legs and belly displaying the clearly defined, supple
muscles of an athlete. She wasn't though. She still had the body of an
active child.
I'd have to say that both Katherine and Jenny were a bit gawky,
especially compared to the athletic Rachel. Yet, at the same time they
could be strangely graceful in the way only young teen girls seem to
be. I never tired of studying their movements. At times they would be
a bit clumsy, as if their womanly bodies were new to them and they
couldn't quite control them. Other times they would move so easily and
be so graceful, I'd be speechless. In hindsight I think that
combination of grace and gawk was one of the things that attracted me
the most. You just don't find that in older girls or women, and I find
it holds it's own kind of sensuality.
They all went to some kind of Catholic school down the street, which
still enforced school uniforms. The girls seemed to make a point of
wearing their pleated skirts as short as possible. The crisp, white
blouses, navy V-neck jumpers and kneesocks made them look innocent and
cute. I certainly enjoyed having them around. Their giggling, squeals
and happy laughter lightened up my afternoons, and they seemed pleased
to have this 'parent-free zone' to hang out in. I only used the
trampoline an hour or two a week anyway, and I couldn't see any better
use for it than this.
The girls were usually preoccupied with each other, but they always
kept me company to some extent. Sometimes I'd invite them in for a
Coke or something and we'd talk a bit. I always liked that, since I
felt included in some girly world that had been hidden from me in my
younger years. Girls were such a mystery back then, but now I enjoyed
a kind of backstage pass to their world.
The afternoons they didn't come around, I missed them. It was as if my
life froze to a halt, everything quiet and unmoving. Those days I had
the nagging feeling a more living and acute reality went on someplace
else, and I wasn't invited. I always went out a lot with mates those
evenings, sometimes picking up girls although it never seemed to work
out in the long run.
As spring changed to summer I decided to work on my tan before the
beach season set in, and that's when I discovered the real bonus of
having a trampoline.
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I lay dozing on my sun lounger, cool drink beside me, when Rachel,
Katherine and Jenny turned up. We chatted a bit; the girls just back
from school where Rachel had watched a play that Katherine and Jenny's
class had put on. They were laughing and giggling about it because
Jenny had forgotten the single line she had in the whole play. In her
embarrassment, Jenny had tripped over a piece of scenery, flashing her
knickers at the audience in the process. The three girls seemed to
think this was terribly funny.
Although I could picture it perfectly, I didn't think it funny at all.
My guess was that every guy who attended that play would remember
Jenny's accident in vivid detail for a long time to come. And yet
these girls seemed oblivious to the power of their bodies and the
lust, longing and bittersweet sadness they could awaken in others. It
took a while before I managed to concentrate on anything after
picturing this. Jenny sprawling on stage, unwillingly treating the
audience to a teasing glimpse of her panties underneath her school
uniform.
Jenny lit a cigarette, which she smoked awkwardly. She seemed intent
on learning how to smoke although she was singularly bad at it.
Katherine immediately scolded her for her 'filthy habit', which made
Jenny tell her to 'sod off'. Rachel wanted to try one, but Katherine
threatened to rat her out. The girls always seemed friendly towards
each other despite their bickering, and I caught myself wishing I
still had friends like that. Sharing thoughts on boys and music, they
seemed not to notice my presence much, but I enjoyed their company as
always.
Then the girls decided to have a go on the trampoline like so many
times before. I sighed at the sight of their youthful bodies dressed
in school uniforms. Ponytails bobbed and hips swayed beneath pleated
skirts as they walked over to the trampoline. Not many guys my age
have the benefit of having three cute schoolgirls in their garden, and
I was content just to have them here.
Soon they were jumping wildly about, spending their pent-up, youthful
energy by trying to bounce each other off. I lay down and turned my
attention to the novel I had brought with me, the creaking of the
trampoline springs sounding rhythmically in the background. Then a
flash of white in the corner of my eye caught my attention.
Turning towards the young girls I realized that, from where I was
lying on my sun lounger, I could actually look right up their skirts.
The flash of white that had caught my attention was no doubt
Katherine's panties, since Jenny was wearing blue gingham ones and
Rachel's were pink. Damn, I could see everything. What a stroke of
luck!
They were jumping around, pleated skirts bobbing up and down just
enough for me to catch long good looks at their panty-covered little
treasures from where I was lying. I'd never thought myself a voyeur,
but this was simply too good to miss. Three beautiful teenaged girls
unwittingly flashing their knickers at me constantly. What a brilliant
investment this trampoline was!
I didn't get to read much that summer, but I certainly got a great
tan. I missed them during summer holidays, but then they were back in
my garden again, all tanned and pretty, jumping about and displaying
themselves to me. Life was good.
Chapter 2
Just after summer holidays Rachel, Katherine and Jenny came over to
hang out and have another go on the trampoline. The novelty of it had
worn off, but they still came by once in a while. They would usually
just sit on it and talk, although they would play around enough to
keep me interested.
Since it was a Saturday they were out of their school uniforms, but
they still wore short skirts that would offer me exciting glimpses of
the secrets underneath. The two older girls wore tops that showed off
their tanned tummies, and I noticed Katherine had had her bellybutton
pierced this summer. Rachel wore a tight white T-shirt with glitzy
pink lettering across her flat chest. It made her look trashy in a
sexy sort of way. Although she was still a child, she had definitely
grown this summer. Puberty was ready to take off.
They sat down with me a bit, chatting mostly with each other, but also
telling me about their summer holidays and asking my opinion on
various things that had happened. Jenny kept asking me cryptic
questions seemingly designed to find out how older guys think and
react. She was probably using me as a reference for someone she was
seeing. Unfortunately she was very coy about this, so I never really
got a proper understanding of what she was up to. Her vagueness and
incessant fidgeting annoyed me, and I had the uncharitable thought
that Jenny would be more trouble than she was worth for the poor guy
she was with. For his sake I hoped he was rich. I didn't know I'd soon
be in a similar position myself. Had I known, I still don't think it
would have stopped me.
I couldn't help but study Katherine as she sat opposite me talking.
Her delicate, thin arms had the smallest, downy blonde hairs on them,
rendered more visible over summer by the bleaching sun. She was
barefoot in white canvas sneakers, and the way she kept bobbing her
foot up and down as she talked seemed intensely attractive to me. She
wore thin necklace with a small pearl. I wondered if she had met a boy
this summer, a sudden pang of jealousy surprising me. I consoled
myself that it wasn't the kind of jewellery a boy would buy. The
simple design was too non-descript to be chosen by someone who wanted
to be remembered. Her knobbly knees bore memories of past
carelessness; a still healing graze on her left knee made me want to
reach out and touch the tender, pink skin. She was so pretty, so
perfect, and it slowly dawned on me what I had really known all along.
That I had an inappropriate crush on this fourteen-year-old girl.
Luck would have it that on this particular Saturday, the girls got
into a playful tickle-fight on the trampoline. They were rolling
around and giving me plenty of reasons to keep gawking at them. I was
sitting close enough to discreetly study the details of their knickers
every time they unwittingly flashed them at me. Katherine's cotton
panties seemed almost shockingly white against her lightly tanned
thighs as she accidentally displayed her taut little bum to me in all
its glory. The seam of the crotch panel made an enticing line from
cheek to cheek, with only the slightest little dent into the valley of
her butt.
I could clearly make out the swelling of her mound underneath the
tight, white cotton. I sighed as I noticed the faint outline of the
crack between her outer lips through the fabric. I wanted to get up
and smell the scent of her pussy; to trace a finger down her crack so
teasingly defined against her underwear, but of course I couldn't. In
a split second the vision was gone, Katherine rolling over her sister
as Jenny pushed her off.
In the end Katherine and Jenny ganged up on Rachel, holding her down
as she sprawled on the trampoline with her skirt round her waist. Her
soft pink panties were in plain view as the two other girls tickled
her relentlessly. Rachel was gasping and thrashing, begging them to
stop or she'd wet herself, but they just ignored her pleas and kept
going. Selfishly, I prayed they'd keep it up as I savoured the sight
of Rachel's struggling and Jenny's wiggling bum as she held Rachel's
feet down. This was one of the best shows they had put on for me yet.
Katherine placed her little behind on her sisters struggling hands,
using her legs to press Rachel's arms together above her head. Leaning
forward, her small tits almost in her sister's face, Katherine pulled
Rachel's T-shirt up and tickled her hard, flat tummy with dancing
fingers.
"Ooooh. Christ, please don't. I can't stop it. Please..." Rachel
giggled helplessly. "I'll pee myself. I really will. Pleeease..."
Rachel was really struggling now, lifting her panty-covered pelvis
rhythmically and trying in vain to press her thighs together to hold
back from wetting herself. She didn't really stand a chance though,
since Jenny held both her feet in a vice-like grip. 'What a strong
little girl', I thought to myself. Then Jenny lifted her perfect
little butt, she too giving me a nice, good look at her cotton-covered
mound from behind, and sat herself down on Rachel's thrashing feet.
Aroused, I saw a glistening, damp patch spreading rapidly between
Rachel's legs as she wiggled desperately about, trying to escape the
onslaught of her friends. I actually heard the hissing sound as Rachel
wet herself, pee spurting through the pink fabric of her panties,
splattering Jenny's top as it made a glittering, golden arch between
them. Then Rachel managed to stem the flow.
Katherine didn't notice at first. Jenny didn't seem to either, or
maybe she just didn't care. She was leaning back, reaching behind
herself to tickle Rachel's toes, which pretty much left her open to
Rachel's wet accident. Wet patches appeared on Jenny's white top, pee
dribbling down and soaking the skirt outstretched between her thighs.
It's really hard to believe that Jenny didn't notice. Then Katherine
finally realized what was happening and let go of her sister. Rachel
managed to kick Jenny off, jump off the trampoline and make a
stumbling run for my house.
Rachel had her hand under her skirt, cupping the dripping gusset of
her panties and giggling hysterically. She stopped short just beside
me, her face showing a strange mix of horror, embarrassment and
laughter. Then, with a moan, she completely lost control and started
to wet herself hard. I think she just gave up trying to hold back. In
an attempt to avoid soaking her skirt, Rachel lifted the hem,
delightfully displaying her wet knickers as her pale yellow pee
spurted through the material and onto the grass between her feet. It
seemed to go on for ages, although it was probably just seconds. The
sight fascinated me; Rachel wetting herself so hard her panties seemed
to bulge. As the stream subsided, a final trickle dribbled down her
legs and she dropped the hem of her skirt again.
"Sorry about this," Rachel said to me in an embarrassed voice, her
face bright red. "I really had to go, and I just couldn't hold back.
It's all Katherine and Jenny's fault, you know. I told them I'd wet
myself if they kept tickling me like that."
Like I cared. Shifting positions I mumbled something and tried to hide
the tent in my shorts. Rachel made her way inside to clean up as best
she could. Being turned on embarrassed me, but Rachel's accident had
excited me in a strange way. Although I was attracted to Katherine,
any of these three girls seemed to leave me dazed and confused.
To my surprise, Jenny seemed totally unfazed by Rachel's accident. She
was laughing when she tried to get up, slipping on the wet trampoline
and falling down on her butt in the puddle of pee. A glittering shower
of droplets rose around her as the trampoline flexed under her fall.
"Eeewww. You're splashing! And my feet are all wet too," Katherine
exclaimed, jumping off the trampoline. She dried her feet on the
grass. "Sorry about this. Toss us a towel, would you?" she called to
me.
I regained my senses and did as she asked. Jenny got off the
trampoline too, strolling over and sitting down cross-legged on the
grass not far from me. She yawned and fumbled for a pack of
cigarettes, while Katherine dried Rachel's pee off the trampoline with
a wrinkled nose.
Lighting the cigarette, Jenny seemed oblivious to the wetness of her
clothing. Even Katherine seemed surprised at her friend's lack of
concern.
"You're all wet. Don't you want to go home and change or something?"
"Nah, it's okay. It'll dry soon."
Uncomprehending, Katherine stared at her for a second, and then
shrugged. When Jenny finished her cigarette, the two girls climbed up
on the trampoline and started jumping again, laughing and talking
about Rachel's accident. Jenny's white panties had taken on an
unmistakable yellow tint since she fell on her ass in Rachel's puddle,
nicely matching her wet tank top. It looked pretty sexy, in a kinky
sort of way.
It was Katherine I watched the closest though. As always I found it
almost impossible to tear my eyes away from her beautiful figure. The
way she would twist to achieve rotation while jumping showed off her
tanned tummy, the piercing in her belly button catching the sunlight
as she twirled. I wanted her in the worst possible way. My whole body
ached with lust, even more so now that Rachel's accident had added to
my excitement. I was mesmerized by the waving of her long, thin arms
as she jumped, although I suppose it would have looked incredibly
gawky to anyone who wasn't so badly smitten.
"You fancy her, don't you? She's very pretty."
Rachel's voice came from behind me. She'd finished cleaning up,
clenching her wet panties in her fist as she stood behind me, looking
down at where I lay on my recliner. She had spoken softly, almost in a
whisper.
"Huh?"
"You fancy my sister. Katherine. You're staring at her all the time.
Didn't you think we'd notice?"
"She's just so beautiful."
That's not really a wise thing to say about a fourteen-year-old when
you're approaching thirty, even if it's true. I wasn't stupid. I knew
that. I was just so confused. Rachel's accident, Jenny's odd
behaviour, Rachel's sudden reappearance, and the soft voice she spoke
to me in - it all felt like some sort of dream.
"Well, I don't like it. How old are you anyway? Like, 30? Christ,
she's only fourteen, you know."
Her voice had changed. The previous soft, ingratiating tone had been a
ruse to trick me into admitting my crush on her sister. Now her voice
was hard and unforgiving. She sat down beside me, probably to convince
me to stop gawking at her sister, but she never got that far.
"HEY! You can see right up her skirt from here. Jesus! So that's what
you've been doing all this time. And to think I almost got up there
with no knickers on. Well I'm telling, so there!"
Rachel glared at me, then marched on over to Katherine and Jenny. She
more or less ordered them to get off the trampoline, gather their
stuff and leave. As they left I saw Rachel talking and gesticulate
wildly. Before they disappeared Katherine and Jenny turned around and
looked at me. I could have sworn I heard a snicker.
The rest of that day was not good for me. I knew Katherine's step-dad
was an attorney, and that's not really the kind of person you want to
explain looking up a fourteen-year-old girl's skirt to. I had a bad
conscience too. I knew I shouldn't have peeked at them, and I
certainly knew my feelings towards Katherine were totally
inappropriate. Still, I couldn't change things now. I just had to wait
and see if they decided to tell their parents, and what they would do.
I rationalized that they didn't really have much of a case. I hadn't
made any advances towards Katherine, and I certainly hadn't molested
her in any way. I still felt bad though - very uneasy with the turn of
events, and the fact that the trampoline had turned me into someone
whom girls snigger at. I swore to dismantle the damned thing tomorrow
so I wouldn't have to be reminded of this incident every time I looked
out of my window.
The worst thing was that I realized they probably would shun this
place from now on. I'd never have the company of those giggling, happy
and active young girls again, and that was the worst part of this
whole mess.
Chapter 3
I was wrong. To my great surprise Katherine and Rachel actually turned
up the very next day. At first I thought they had come to tell me off,
but they both refrained from commenting on what had happened
yesterday, merely saying 'hi' and climbing up onto the trampoline I
was planning to dismantle. I decided not to dismantle it after all.
It's a decision I've regretted later, but back then I didn't know how
this would turn out yet.
Rachel was sporting a 'Boys Are Yucky' t-shirt and a pair of shorts. I
suppose she wore those to keep me from seeing her knickers. She kept
glaring at me, so it was pretty clear she was still angry. She would
turn away from me, then realize I could be watching her ass so she'd
turn around again. Then she'd end up sort of half turned away from me,
not really knowing how to avoid me watching. I didn't really mind. It
wasn't Rachel I wanted to watch.
Katherine wore one of her usual short skirts and a very cute tank top
with tiny blue flowers on it. It made her look innocent yet hot; a
look she always seemed to pull off well. If I wasn't mistaken, she
actually treated me to a shy smile or two, although I was too
embarrassed to look at them much. She wore white panties though. I
didn't miss that.
I tried to refrain from looking, pretending to read although I was far
too distracted. I was very relieved they still wanted to be here. That
they hadn't made a big thing of what had happened. I didn't want to
spoil it by staring at them, but I wasn't going to get up and leave
either. There was no way they were going to drive me away from my own
garden.
Jenny came over a little while later wearing a short navy blue skirt
and plain white top. They seemed expensive and made her look
surprisingly sophisticated for such a young girl. I was unprepared
when she sat down with me, but it made me feel everything would be
okay again despite being caught looking at them yesterday. Glancing
over at the trampoline, Jenny smiled, amused.
"So it's true. You really can look right up our skirts from here. You
guys are such perverts."
She didn't sound mean, and she had a sparkle in her eyes and a smile
on her lips that made me like her more. She gave me a nudge before she
got up, and I felt like we were sharing some kind of joke, even though
she was one of the girls I had been peeking at. It actually seemed she
was okay with it, but then I suppose that's just what Jenny was like.
Nothing seemed to matter much to her.
"Don't peek up my skirt today, okay? I'm wearing some really old
knickers, since mum's so behind with the washing. See what I mean?"
Jenny flipped up her skirt and wiggled her butt as she walked away
from me, displaying that taut little ass of hers dressed in a pair of
panties her mum must have brought for her at least four years ago. An
image of Piglet stared at me from her right buttock. The panties were
way too small for her and showed off her ass in an almost shocking
way. I doubted her mum was *that* far behind with her laundry. She was
teasing me all right, but I suppose I had that coming. Rachel almost
fell off the trampoline laughing when she saw the look on my face, but
Katherine just smiled her inscrutable smile.
After some time feigning interest in my book, I got up and made some
sandwiches for the girls and myself. I'd rarely done that before, but
I suppose it was some kind of peace offering on my part. I wanted to
show the girls that I cared for them, and that I could be a nice guy.
Anyway, I wanted to be close to Katherine, whom I was getting more and
more infatuated with. She was so hopelessly perfect; I just wanted her
near me all the time.
Since there were only two chairs, Katherine ended up sitting next to
me on my lounger as we ate. I could feel the heat of her smooth thigh
close to mine, and smell her perfumed skin. Since then I've always
noticed when other girls wear the same light, flowery scent, and my
heart always skips a beat as I pass them.
As Katherine brushed a stray strand of blonde hair behind her ear, I
noticed the sunshine making it almost transparent. She still wore the
necklace, and I still wondered where it came from. Looking at the
details of her profile I half suspected she must be from another
world. I couldn't really believe something so delicate and perfect
could be human. Her neck was so long and slender, her skin so smooth,
her nose such a perfect little upturned creation... As she caught me
staring, Katherine blushed and looked away.
Rachel saw the swooning look on my face and rolled her eyes.
"Christ, give me a break. She's not some fucking supermodel. Get a
grip."
Jenny wasn't really there, staring vacantly at some point on the
horizon. The whole situation was pretty weird, but also exciting in a
first-love kind of way. It must have been at least fifteen years since
I felt this way, and I realized I'd missed it.
And things got even stranger. When they had eaten, Jenny whispered
something in Rachel's ear that I couldn't quite hear, and then the two
of them got up and walked over to the trampoline. I lay down on the
lounger, ready to catch some more sun. I'd expected Katherine to
follow her friends, but she kept sitting on the edge of my lounger.
She was seemingly transfixed by some magazine I had lying about, her
ass pressed against my hip. I certainly didn't mind, and I wasn't
going to ask her why she stayed there with me. Yet it seemed strange
and not something she'd normally do.
"Hey, Jonathan, look at this. Looks fun, huh?"
Katherine called my attention to an article she was reading. It was
about some kind of amusement park, showing pictures of insane rides
that looked like death traps to me. I turned over onto my side to get
a better look at the page she was reading. Placing the magazine on the
table in front of us to share it, she leant forward, resting her head
in her hands, telling me how 'cool' those rides looked. At the same
time she leant forward, her butt kind of scooted backwards, pressing
into my crotch as I lay on my side behind her. She kept talking, but I
wasn't registering much, discreetly moving away from her. I figured
she hadn't realized she was pressed up against me, but I was sure she
soon would, my dick rapidly hardening at the feeling of her soft, warm
behind against it. As much as I enjoyed the feeling of her butt, I
wasn't going to risk being called a pervert again.
As I moved, her butt followed, and it became clear to me that she knew
exactly what she was doing. My erection grew, and she pressed her ass
firmly against it. There could be little doubt she felt my arousal
despite the clothing that separated us. I mumbled some kind of
response to her comments on the magazine, but I'm not sure it made
much sense. Katherine had more or less stopped talking anyway. She
didn't turn towards me or look at me, but her breathing seemed heavier
and her cheeks had a taken a hectic rosy colour. After a period of
charged silence Katherine sighed, reached behind herself and lifted
her skirt.
"Well, come on then. You're taking forever. You *do* want to touch me,
don't you?"
Katherine was whispering, I suppose so Rachel and Jenny wouldn't hear.
They were only a few meters away, and I certainly knew I didn't want
them to hear. Especially Rachel. As I swallowed and nodded, Katherine
gently reached behind her back and led my trembling hand towards her
rear. Releasing it after pressing my palm against her ass, she stroked
my forearm tenderly.
"It's okay. I know how much you want to, and I don't mind. Really."
Her voice was soft and whispering as her tone made it clear that she
knew she was doing me a favour, yet she didn't come across as
condescending. It was just... okay.
The feeling of love and tenderness towards her was under serious
attack from my darker side - the raw lust I also felt for her tight
young body. My hand slowly stroked her panty-covered ass; savouring
every millimetre of warm cotton and every second of time she would
allow me to touch her. Her body heat seemed to almost burn my hand,
and the feeling of her ass was exquisite. Soft, yet so firm and taut.
My head spun with excitement, and I knew that no matter how much I
loved her, I still lusted for her more right now. I wanted to kiss
her, to hug her and talk with her, but even more I craved her lithe
young body. I needed that taut bum and those perky breasts. I had to
have her tight little twat. I wanted to cling to those round hips as I
came deep inside her. But I still loved her, I think. It's hard to
separate at times.
I jumped as Katherine fumbled slightly with my zipper, feeling her way
since she couldn't actually see what she was doing behind her back.
Then she reached into my shorts and underwear. I heard a muffled
little gasp as her hand found my erection, pulling hastily away as if
she had burnt her fingers. I was confused and horny, not really
knowing what to think of Katherine's initiative and the possibility of
what was to come. I was scared, but my lust for her was stronger. I
knew I wouldn't be the one to stop this, even though she was only
fourteen and I should have known better.
I cast a worried glace towards the trampoline in case Rachel or Jenny
had noticed Katherine's actions, but they sat talking on the grass
with their backs towards us. Katherine's hand snuck into my shorts
again, and this time released my hard cock from its confinement.
Pressing her ass against it, she teased me with a discreet little
rocking motion while gently stroking her fingers down the length of my
uneven shaft.
I looked down and saw my swollen, straining member drool pre-cum on
her little cotton-covered bum. It looked positively obscene, pulsing
and jerking in Katherine's slim little hand, leaving its glistening
pre-cum trails on her pristine white panties. I was amazed that she
did this, especially since it had seemed unthinkable just moments
earlier. Last night I had thought I'd never see her again, and now she
was fondling my member. I wanted to ask her why she was doing this,
but it wasn't really the time or place.
Head spinning, I reached down between her thighs and quickly snuck my
hand past the leg band of her panties towards her cunt. I wanted to
feel it, to actually experience that warm, tight little teen pussy I
had ached for for so long. I did it quickly, as if to claim a prize. I
wasn't sure she would let me touch her that intimately. My fingers had
barely found the spot; her pussy warm, slick and wet, when she
abruptly pressed her thighs together and whispered:
"Don't. Not from the front. They'll see."
"Sorry."
"Be careful. If you get too carried away, I'm leaving. I know Rachel.
She's a tattletale."
Then Katherine leant even further forward with her upper body, her
behind almost lifting from the recliner.
"If you want to cop a feel you'll have to do it from behind where they
can't see. Here, pull my knickers down, but be quick about it."
I reached under her skirt and discreetly pulled her panties down over
her ass, the sweet smell of her sex suddenly and unexpectedly reaching
me. With my index finger I gently traced the crack of her ass
downwards, pausing slightly at the puckered opening of her anus before
sliding it further down and into her slippery, warm cunt from behind.
I noticed her pubic hair was sparse and her outer pussylips tightly
covered her slick, glistening twat. Teasing the opening of her pussy I
was surprised and aroused at how wet she was. I tried to let my finger
reach her clit, but the way she was sitting made it impossible.
The position didn't really allow me much access to her pussy, so I
returned my now slick finger to her anus. Pressing gently, I found
Katherine's ass too tightly clenched for my finger to enter her. As I
teased her bum-hole with my pussy-slick finger, she gradually overcame
her surprise and relaxed, my finger sliding into her. The feeling of
her tight, hot ass clenching my finger was wonderful. A soft, muffled
groan escaped from Katherine's mouth, and I heard her mumble "Oh my
God. Are you crazy?" under her breath.
Glancing quickly at her sister and Jenny sitting on the grass close
by, I was reassured that they were still preoccupied with each other.
I slowly fingered Katherine's bum as I stared down at the firm, round
cheeks. She was breathing heavy, moving against me as quietly as she
could, obviously enjoying the feeling of my finger sliding in and out
of her.
"I've seen how you look at me. You like my bum, don't you? You're
always staring at it," she whispered, this time deliberately clamping
down on my invading finger for effect. "Oh Christ, it actually feels
good. I never thought..."
Reluctantly I withdrew my finger from her ass, not daring to go any
further with this what with her sister and Jenny sitting so close. Not
really thinking, I sucked on my finger, the taste of Katherine's
teenage ass filling my senses.
"Your ass is gorgeous, Katherine. It's perfect."
"Well, that's a bit disgusting," she muttered sourly as I sucked on my
finger.
"No it's not. It's... You know I'm in love with you Katherine. I have
been for ages."
"Oh, *please*! Don't go all mushy on me, I don't like that."
Katherine was still whispering. Reaching behind herself she took hold
of my aching cock with her hand again, a hand way to small to actually
be doing such a thing. She gave it a tentative push-pull, and then
started to wank me while resting the head of my cock against the cleft
of her butt. All this time she had kept up the pretence of reading the
magazine in front of her. She was good at this sneaky stuff.
Katherine's hand-job was erratic yet exquisite, and knowing it was
she, the fourteen-year-old girl of my dreams; it didn't take long
before I had to warn her about my impending orgasm.
"Be careful. I'll cum all over your bum, and Rachel will see."
I might be horny, but there was no way I'd let Rachel discover us,
even if it meant postponing. Katherine giggled, seemingly pleased that
she could turn me on like this - that it was this easy to get me off.
"I'd better stop then. Wouldn't want you to get too excited and all."
"It feels really good, Katherine."
"I bet."
Her hand stopped.
"We could go inside," I whispered. "I could think up some excuse so
Jenny and Rachel wouldn't suspect."
"I'm sure you could, but I'm not about to step into your bedroom just
now, thank you very much."
Katherine raised an eyebrow at me, looking at me with suspicion. Damn!
She was cautious, but I can't say I blamed her. If I'd gotten her
inside I would have tried to fuck her, and that would just have been
too risky. Jenny or Rachel could have walked in on us, and then where
would I be? Actually, Katherine probably didn't want me to fuck her
either. This seemed just a game to her, and being only fourteen a
sneaky fuck probably seemed more scary that exciting. Maybe she was a
virgin?
Then it struck me. The garden shed! Maybe that would seem safer to
Katherine than inside my house. I certainly wouldn't be able to make
her do anything she didn't want to in there, what with her sister and
Jenny within shouting distance.
"See that shed?" I asked her. "Will you meet me there? I'll go first,
stir around and make some noise. Then I'll call for you to come and
help me with something. We can be alone, and you'll probably feel
safer there than indoors. I won't make you do anything you don't want
to anyway. I like you, remember?"
"Promise?"
"I promise."
"If you try anything nasty, I'll holler."
"I know."
"Okay then."
Katherine neatly replaced my cock where I suppose I should have kept
it all along: in my shorts. I had to make some adjustments to hide my
erection and that made her giggle a bit, which I though was cute. I
got up and scratched my head, looking around the garden in too obvious
a manner. I've never been much of an actor.
"I'm just going to find some stuff in the shed," I said to no one in
particular.
I guess my voice must have been shaking or something, because Jenny
looked at me quizzically, then shrugged. I walked across the lawn,
unlocked the door and stepped into the twilight of my shed. It was a
bit cramped, so I moved some old tins of paint and some gardening
tools to make space for Katherine. Then I stuck my head out and
shouted:
"Hey, Katherine. Want to help me out? The damned lawn mower is stuck,
and I need a hand here."
"Yeah, okay. I'm coming."
I watched her as she walked across the lawn towards me. God, she was
beautiful! Stopping momentarily to scratch the back of her calf with
her foot, she lifted both arms to adjust her ponytail. The vision of
her slender, sway-backed figure in that posture has stayed with me in
vivid detail since then. It was almost as if she was posing for me -
showing me what a fantastic little creature she was - and I suspect
that was exactly what she was doing. Katherine seemed pleased with the
effect she had on me, and I suppose that was the only thing of real
substance I could offer a girl her age; my lust for her. I could
certainly compete with any boy when it came to that. Guys in their
teens don't seem to appreciate the beauty of the girls they hang out
with much. I know I didn't.
"Christ, that was lame. You're such a lousy actor," Katherine giggled
as she stepped inside.
"I know. Pretty pathetic, wasn't it?" I grinned.
"Oh, it was pathetic alright. Almost to the point of being cute. I
think it did the trick, though."
"I guess it's hard being chaperoned by your little sister, huh?"
Suddenly Katherine turned serious, crossing her arms and looking
directly at me. Mentioning her sister seemed to remind her of what she
was getting into.
"Look Jonathan. You're not, like, fucking me or anything, okay?"
"Okay."
"Good. We need to be clear on that. I might let you some other time,
though. We'll see."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because I'm a tease?"
"Seriously. I want to know."
"Well, it's hard to explain. I guess it's kind of... because you want
me to so much. I mean: you've been gawking at me for so long. At first
Jenny and I thought it was weird, not to mention Rachel. She was
furious. But after a while it seemed like such a compliment to me. You
know - a grown-up guy wanting me like that. I've never had that
before. Everybody seems to go for Jenny, and when you fancied me and
not her, I kind of liked you for it. It makes me feel... you know...
sexy and all grown up. Like a woman, I guess."
Katherine shuffled her feet, not looking at me.
"You are a woman, Katherine. A very young woman, but still..."
Looking at her, my words didn't really ring true. Katherine's thin
figure, her childish voice, and those perky little breasts under her
top. She wasn't really a woman in my eyes, and she wouldn't be quite
some time. She was a girl, and a young one at that. To be honest, it
was her girlishness I found attractive in the first place.
"You're very young, Katherine. It's kind of illegal you know. Me doing
stuff with you. I could get into trouble."
"Yeah, yeah, I know. It's all very secret and everything. Don't worry.
I won't tell. Now are we going to talk or are you going to start
groping me."
Katherine was definitely not shy around me. She had the upper hand,
and it suited her. She was positively sparkling. Katherine lifted her
skirt, the cotton V of her panties darkened by the wetness of her sex.
"Want to feel me up or something? I'm not really sure what you want to
do with me, but I bet you've given this some thought?"
"Oh, I have, Katherine. I've given this a lot of thought. Practically
day and night these last few months. I only have to think of you on
the trampoline, and I get Goosebumps all over."
"Do you think of me when you wank?"
Katherine looked smug. She knew the answer to that one.
"Yes. Yes I do."
I thought this was getting a bit embarrassing, but my terse answer
didn't satisfy Katherine.
"Tell me more. I want to hear how you get off thinking about me."
Katherine was looking at me with anticipation. Her hand had slipped
into her panties and I could see it move against the wet cotton fabric
as she rubbed her pussy, fingers playing with her clit. Her mouth was
slightly opened and her breathing heavy. Her swollen lips gave her
pouty mouth an even softer look. Her eyes glittered as she waited for
me to tell her how much I lusted for her. She looked wild and
beautiful, childish and grown-up, all at the same time.
"I think of you when I touch myself, Katherine. I think of your
beautiful, enthusiastic face. Your curvy hips and your pretty little
breasts. I jerk myself off thinking of your smooth, thin thighs and
those pretty little white panties covering your precious little twat."
"Want to see it?"
"Oh, yes please, Katherine."
I was almost begging at this point, my cock so hard in my trousers I
had to stick a hand in my pocket and adjust it for comfort.
"Well, maybe I'll show you my 'precious little twat' later, but you'll
have take out your thing and wank for me first. If you do, I'll even
let you cum in my knickers. Bet you'd like that."
There was no need to answer. Opening my zipper I fished out my cock,
noticing my underwear was already sticky from anticipation. Purple and
swollen, my cock pointed at Katherine, almost poking her tummy. A
small string of clear pre-cum drooled from the tip, and Katherine
caught it with her index finger, rubbing it between glistening
fingertips, feeling the texture before teasingly wiping it off on her
cotton-covered slit.
"Well, I see someone's a bit excited," Katherine smirked. "Tell me
more about how you cum fantasizing about little Katherine then."
I grabbed my dick, the familiar warmth of it's throbbing shaft in my
hand as I started to wank in front of this little fourteen-year-old
beauty. Her hips started to buck as she watched my moving hand, her
own fingers moving ever more eagerly inside her panties. We were
standing close enough for me to feel the sweet warmth of her panting
breath. My head was spinning as I slowly masturbated for my little
lover, letting her see how excited she was making me. I had trouble
focusing, but I knew what she wanted to hear. As if her beauty was
some kind of feat she had performed, I felt she deserved to hear it:
"Most of all I think of your beautiful, round little ass, Katherine.
When I shoot off, I always think of your pretty little butt. When I'm
with another woman - when I'm fucking some girl I've met - I think of
your wiggling, tight little bum as I shoot my cum into her pussy."
That's what did it for her. Hearing me say I fantasize about her even
when I was with somebody else - that was what brought Katherine over
the edge. With closed eyes, her neck and chest flushed and her fingers
pressed hard against her cunt, Katherine gasped and moaned as I spoke.
Pressing her thighs together and shuddering, she came on her own
fingers, her hand moving frantically inside her wet panties as she
writhed and jerked. With the last of my restraint I stopped wanking. I
wanted her to see me cum too. I wanted my sweet little Katherine to
see me shoot my seed as I looked at her wonderful, tight, little body.
As Katherine came down from her orgasm, she reopened her eyes and
looked straight at my cock. I was almost loosing it, and she seemed to
know. She traced her glistening fingers down my shaft, smearing her
own cunt juice on my strutting member. It jerked at her touch and she
giggled excitedly. Composing herself, Katherine raised an eyebrow in
question:
"Sooo... You'll want to shoot your stuff all over my bum then, right?
I mean: if that's what's really on your mind when you're fucking those
slags you meet."
"Oh, God. Yes please, Katherine."
Turning around, Katherine leaned forward and stuck her beautiful, full
ass out, the fabric of her panties tightly stretched over her firm
globes. The crotch panel was wet and darkened, and the bulge of her
pubic mound leaving its mark against its cotton confinement. Katherine
giggled.
"Well, well. Imagine little old me turning you on like this. I'd never
have guessed."
I wanted to shoot my wad over her cotton-clad bottom, so I moved
closer. I didn't try to touch her since I didn't know how she would
react to that. I didn't want to scare her off, and I was too close to
cumming anyway. Katherine looked over her shoulder at my twitching
cock, stopping me as I almost blew my load over her panty-clad bum.
"Whoa! Hang on! You'll get your goo on my top if you do that. Rachel
will suspect something if I show up with cum all over my back, don't
you think?" Katherine reached out and pulled her panties slightly down
over her hips; revealing the top of her butt-crack and the beginnings
of her full, round behind. "Here, just pull my panties out and cum on
my bum instead. Don't be messy, now!"
Katherine wiggled her butt at me. God, she was a tease. I grabbed the
elastic of her panties, pulling them out, revealing the fullness of
her bare ass and the tight clam of her pussy peeking out between her
slim thighs. Fisting my cock, the sight of that perfect little behind
of hers in all its naked splendour brought me over the edge almost
immediately.
Katherine looked over her shoulder as my hand moved in a blur, my eyes
fixed on her ass and cunt as I pointed my cock downwards, aiming at
her pussy. Feeling my balls tighten, the first load of cum spurted
into her panties, covering her cunt in thick, sticky, white sperm. As
I fucked my hand, gasping, the second load splattered her ass,
dribbling down over her smooth ass-cheeks into the seat of her
panties. Katherine moved back against my spurting cock, wedging it
downwards into her cum-covered ass-crack. I let go of her panties, and
they snapped into place as I grabbed her hips and humped against her
ass, rubbing my cock in her cum-slick butt-crack while spraying the
last of my cum into her knickers. As I thrust downwards for the last
time, I felt the tip of my cock slide between the outer lips of her
tight, little cunt, a gasp escaping from Katherine's lips.
In a daze, I lay spent and exhausted over Katherine's back trying to
catch my breath again. Regaining my senses, I felt Katherine's
movements as her fingers brought her off again, moving in the
slickness of her cum-covered twat, feeling the gooey head of my cock
wedged between her cuntlips. I kissed the protruding bumps of her
spine where her top had crept up, resting my cheek on her tanned back.
And then I heard a sound. There was no way to avoid discovery.
Katherine and I both jumped in guilty surprise as the door of the shed
was flung open, and Jenny stepped into the doorway. With the sun in
her back, she had the unsettling look of an avenging angel; somehow
come to punish me for my sins. Taking in the sight of Katherine with
her panties half down, soaked in cum which obviously came from my
dripping, half-hard member, Jenny threw her hands up in a defensive
gesture.
"Ooops! Sorry guys. I didn't see a thing. Really."
"Jenny! I... I... Shit!" My stammering did not make me seem less
guilty.
"Okay, look," Jenny said with a resigned sigh. "You two should be more
careful. I mean, really! It could have been Rachel who came in here,
and I don't think she'd understand, okay? And put your dick away for
Christ's sake. Jesus!"
Jenny backed out of the shed, closing the door behind her as I covered
myself up. Katherine was muttering as she pulled her cum-soaked
knickers up.
"Christ! I knew this was a bad idea."
"Will she tell?"
"Jenny? No way. Jenny never tells."
"Can I see you again?"
"You mean: 'Will I let you fuck me?' I don't know. We'll see. Now
let's get the hell out of here before Rachel shows up too."
I let Katherine go ahead of me, following her at a distance so as not
to arouse suspicion. Rachel and Jenny were sitting on the lawn
chatting, and just as Katherine reached them I noticed a glistening
trail of my cum dribbling down the inside of her thigh. Damn! Rachel
would see that for sure.
Luckily, Jenny spotted it before Rachel. She stuck a finger out and
discreetly wiped my cum off Katherine's thigh. She was holding a
cigarette in the same hand, and it almost burned the hem Katherine's
skirt, smoke twirling lazily up between Katherine's legs. After
looking at her fingers, Jenny wiped them on the grass, giving me
another resigned shake of the head.
"I think you forgot something," Jenny said to me.
"What?"
"The lawn mower. Didn't you want the lawn mower? From the shed?" Jenny
flashed me an innocent smile.
"Well, I..., um, turns out there was no petrol in it anyway."
"Oh, I see. No petrol. Right."
I thought I got out of that one quite well. Jenny seemed to enjoy
teasing me though, and I suspected I'd get a lot of that from now on.
I'd be paying for this in more ways than one.
Then Rachel noticed something too. "What's that smell?" Rachel looked
at Katherine quizzically, sniffing the air.
What smell? It's... um, I can't smell anything," Katherine replied,
nervously smoothing down her skirt.
Rachel had noticed the musky smell of sex on her sister. Katherine
looked flustered, and I was terrified the game was up. Luckily, Jenny
stepped in to save the day once again.
"Here, Rachel. Have a smoke. You don't mind, do you Katherine?"
Katherine's answer was inaudible, and Rachel gleefully reached out and
grabbed the cigarette from Jenny's outstretched hand.
"I'm sure Katherine won't tell on you. That would just be... mean.
Right?"
Lighting up, Rachel forgot all about the weird, musky smell on
Katherine. It was a scent she was too young to have any real
understanding of anyway.
Spending the rest of the afternoon in a gloriously happy daze, I
basked in the sun, catching an occasional sneaky glimpse of Katherine
adjusting her wet, spunky panties on the trampoline, showing off her
ass to me. As the girls left, Jenny asked me to 'loan' her some cash,
just as I had expected. I didn't mind - she always did that anyway.
Rachel pretty much ignored me, still angry from the day before.
Katherine, however, gave me the sweetest smile as they left, and that
made me both happy and sort of sad. I'd had a taste of her, but I knew
that, like all young girls, she was just drifting through. Her real
life was waiting for her somewhere else. There was no way to hold on
to her.
Chapter 4
The girls came by a couple of times during the week, wearing their
school uniforms and looking sexy and cute as ever. Rachel seemed to
have resigned herself to my upskirting. She pretty much had to expect
that if she wanted to hang out with Jenny and Katherine. I appreciated
the activity way too much to stop doing it, so if they wanted to be
here, that was the price they had to pay. I tried not to overdo it
though, since Rachel's dirty looks kind of took the edge off it.
Katherine kept her distance, although she did give me some pretty
enticing looks and smiles. She even wiggled her arse for me a couple
of times when she was sure Rachel wasn't looking. When she discreetly
squeezed my hand one afternoon and whispered 'sorry we can't do it
anymore, it's too risky', I thought the events in the shed might have
been a one-time thing for her.
I was all the more surprised when Katherine called me up Thursday
evening.
"So, do you want to see me again?" she asked. Her voice sounded a bit
crackly over the phone.
"I saw you yesterday. You were in my garden, remember?"
"You know what I mean."
"Yes, of course I want to see you, Katherine. You know that. I want to
see you all the time."
Katherine giggled a bit. "Relax, Jonathan. You're coming across all
needy, you know."
"Sorry, but it's no real secret, is it?"
"If you love me so much, why don't you marry me?"
I actually considered this seriously. "I'm not allowed yet. You're too
young."
"Stop it. You're scaring me."
"Sorry, just kidding."
"Well, you can see me on Saturday if you like."
"Really?"
"Sure." She said this lightly, as if it was the most mundane thing in
the world to her, although she must have known my hands would be
shaking. "I'm not coming to your place though. Bet you've got all
sorts of kinky torture chambers and stuff in your basement."
"No I haven't. Come on Katherine. Who do you think I am, anyway?"
"Dunno. A pervert? A child molester?"
"It's not funny, Katherine."
"Lighten up for Christ's sake, I'm only joking. I said I wanted to see
you, didn't I? We can't meet here either, though. My whole family will
be here, so we need a place to go."
"I suppose we could go to a hotel or something, but it's a bit risky."
"Hang on a minute. I'll just check something."
Katherine hung up, and I waited with baited breath for what seemed
like hours before she got back to me. "Sorry it took so long. Listen:
I spoke to Jenny, and they're all going away this weekend. She says we
can have her key and meet at her house."
"Are you crazy? What if someone notices? What if they ask someone to
water the plants?"
"Look, this is the only way you get to see me, so you can take it of
leave it, okay? There's no way I'm coming over to your place. I don't
trust you that much. Besides, you'll get to fuck me on Jenny's bed and
everything. That would be kind of kinky, don't you think? You can
rummage through her dirty knickers too. Jenny won't mind. Trust me,
it'll be really cool."
I couldn't answer. Images of a naked Katherine spreading her legs for
me on Jenny's bed just choked me up. I imagined pink sheets and cuddly
toys. Boyband posters, lollipops and heaps of sexy clothes in the
corner. I hadn't really thought about how these girls rooms were, but
now every cliché from those fake little-girl porn sets was immediately
present in my imagination.
"You're awful quiet there Jonathan. I guess it's okay with you, then?"
"Sure Katherine. Jenny's place will do just fine."
"I bet. There's just one other thing..."
"What?"
"Jenny thinks you ought to pay me."
Bam! That brought me down to earth. Here I was, all in love, thinking
everything was rosy. And then this - this crass demand. Yet this was
reality, and deep down I knew that. She was fourteen and I was 29.
There was no way this was happening because Katherine had a crush on
me. But asking for *money*! My sweet little Katherine wanted me to pay
her for sex. This was not sitting well with me, or the image I wanted
to have of her.
"Hello? You're awful quiet again, Jonathan. Are you there?"
"Yes, I'm here Katherine. Could you say that again, please? I'm not
sure I heard you correctly."
"I know, I know. I don't like the sound of it either. Makes me feel
like a hooker or something. It's just that... Well, Jenny is seeing
some older guy, and he pays her a bit. Even got her a doctor's note so
she doesn't have to come to school when we have tests and things. She
won't say who he is, but I guess he's a doctor then, right? Bet it's
that old perv, Slater. He wants to 'examine' me every goddamned time I
go there. Anyway, Jenny says he's really nice to her - gives her
things and stuff. Practically worships her. He wants her all the time,
and she kind of likes the attention even if it gets a bit much
sometimes. I think I might like that too."
That figured. I always thought Jenny had expensive habits and nice
clothes. I couldn't really see these two fourteen-year-olds as would-
be hookers, though. I suppose it was more a case of being naive,
greedy and used to getting their way. Rampant materialism seems to be
a religion these days.
"I guess I could buy you stuff. If you want. Clothes and things."
"Good. That's settled then. Do you know where Jenny lives?"
Katherine seemed pleased. I don't think she knew she broke my heart,
but maybe she just didn't care. Teenagers break hearts left and right
as a matter of course, and I guess that's how it's supposed to be. At
least I knew where I stood.
"Sure."
"You do? Then I hope you haven't been stalking her! Look: we need to
be, like, extra special careful. My dad - my real dad, not that
arsehole step dad of mine - he's Jenny's next-door neighbour. I don't
want him to see us or anything, okay?"
"Okay. I'll be careful."
"Great. And then you can take me shopping afterwards. That'll be sooo
cool. There are these sunglasses I've wanted for ages. And a great
dress, too. You'll think I'm ever so sexy in it. I'd get you to buy me
a cell-phone, except my step-dad won't let me have one. Anyway, come
around at, like, umm..., let's say... noon, okay?"
"Okay."
"Bye, then."
"Bye, Katherine."
She had already hung up.
As I opened my bedroom window that night I noticed the cherries on my
tree were ripe. I imagined Katherine stretching to pick them, red
juice on her full lips as she sucked on the berries, spitting out the
pips with pursed lips.
Chapter 5
I suppose it would have seemed a lot cooler if I'd been late, but I
was at Jenny's door at the stroke of twelve. I knew where Jenny lived
because I know where every pretty girl in my neighbourhood lives. Call
it weird, but I can't help registering these things. I forget
birthdays, dentist appointments and just about everything else I
should remember, just not stuff about pretty young girls. I guess it's
where I put my energy.
I hadn't really been sure how I could get to Jenny's without anyone
seeing, but I approached her house as inconspicuously as I could. I
was even carrying a briefcase to make it look like I had some business
ringing this strange door. I don't know how Katherine managed to get
there without being noticed, but she was there already, half hiding
behind the open door as she let me in. She had drawn most of the
curtains, and it took a few seconds before my eyes adjusted to the
relative darkness of Jenny's home.
"Hi. Did anyone see you?"
"Hi, Katherine. No, I don't think so. I was really careful."
"Good. How do I look?"
Katherine showed herself off for me, the soft fabric of her grey skirt
dancing around her thighs as she twirled. Her pink, short-sleeved
turtleneck was tight, and I could just see the outline of her bra
underneath. She wore her hair loose today, and it moved like her
skirt, lightly covering her face as she twirled.
"My undies match my jumper, you know." Katherine gave me a teasing
smile. "You won't get to see them. Yet. But they're very cute.
Promise"
"You look spectacular, Katherine. You look so beautiful, I want to
kiss you all over."
"Oh, *please*! You're making me nauseous. Actually, I wanted to wear
my school uniform since Jenny says it's such a big deal with you older
guys, but I couldn't be seen wandering about in that on a Saturday. Do
you mind terribly?"
"Well, you do look great in it, but I see your point."
"Maybe some other time. Now, let me show you around."
Katherine led the way, skipping through the various rooms with me in
tow. Thousands of little pointers to whom Jenny and her family were
surrounded me each step of the way. Every picture on the wall, the
books, the records (Christ, did Dire Straits really record *that* many
albums?), even the smells; they all told me something about where
Jenny comes from and who she is. As a whole, these tidbits of
information told me they were not tidy, they were probably moderately
educated and certainly relatively wealthy, but beyond that it's hard
to describe in words.
Jenny's family had a fantastic big-screen TV of which Katherine was
extremely envious, almost bitchy. I mostly watched her ass, which made
her smirk and made me embarrassed every time she caught me. I tried to
look up her skirt as she led me to the first floor, but she kept her
hand demurely on her butt to make sure she wasn't showing anything
off.
We passed a couple of doors, possibly the bedrooms of Jenny's parents
and her brother. Then Katherine stopped in front of a white door
covered in stickers of cartoon characters and pop bands. A sign saying
"JENNY'S ROOM. KEEP OUT!" was taped crookedly to the door, flowers
drawn with brightly coloured crayons surrounding the letters. Jenny
was not exactly a born artist. Katherine looked at me with
expectation, grabbed the doorknob and opened.
"Ta da."
It wasn't what I had expected. I knew that Jenny was not a tidy
person, but her room looked like some insanely destructive person had
been given cocaine and then set loose in there. The mess was
unbelievable. It was far worse than I could ever have imagined, but
then I don't have any children myself, so what do I know?
"Do you like it? Girly enough for you?"
Katherine brushed past me, leaping onto the ruffled pink quilt
covering Jenny's bed, actually managing to hit a spot not covered with
discarded clothing, comics or magazines. My paranoid mind immediately
thought about drawing the curtains, but the window sill was full of
little animal figures and other junk, making the chances of drawing
the curtains seem slight. The wallpaper in Jenny's room was white with
little pink flowers, but most of it was covered in posters. They were
not posters of boybands as I had expected. Instead, they were mostly
of cartoon characters I'd never seen before. Katherine followed my
gaze.
"I guess you can tell that Jenny's into cartoons? She watches them all
the time - even tapes them when she's at school, I think. It's a bit
sad, really. Her taste in music is crap too, you know."
Katherine motioned towards a bookshelf containing a mini HiFi and
several stacks of CDs threatening to topple over. I didn't really care
what kind of music Jenny listened to. Just being here in Jenny's room
was like being surrounded in a girly, pink cloud of cotton candy, and
I loved every minute of it. I tried not to look at the image of myself
in her mirror, since I knew how hopelessly out of place I looked in
this room.
Distractedly I studied Jenny's makeup strewn across what I suppose was
a dresser, partly hidden under piles of clothing, hair bands and
photographs of Jenny's summer holiday. I picked up a pair of used
kneesocks belonging to Jenny's school uniform, and without paying
attention to what Katherine might think I lifted them to my nose and
deeply inhaled the smell of Jenny's feet. My hard-on was obvious and
making me uncomfortable.
Katherine was sitting cross-legged on Jenny's bed, smiling at me,
watching with interest as I slowly rummaged through Jenny's stuff. A
pair of knickers hung from the chair by the dresser, and I picked them
up, feeling the satin fabric on my cheek as I drank in the intimate
scent of Jenny's sex. As I returned a photograph to it's place on top
of a highly unstable stack of comics and trading cards, Katherine
raised an eyebrow at me.
"Sooo. Billion-dollar question: You're with a fourteen-year-old who
you think is the cutest girl on earth. She's on the bed, she's all hot
and bothered and she has agreed to let you do almost anything you
like. Are you going to stand around looking at her friend's stuff and
sniffing her knickers, or are you going to, like, maybe, um, do her?"
"It's just... There's just a tiny bit of pressure, okay? I've wanted
you for so long, and now I don't want to spoil anything."
"That's really cute Jonathan, but I won't bite you. Promise."
"Are you a virgin, Katherine?"
"I'll be anything you want me to be, baby," Katherine said, trying to
sound like a hooker.
"Katherine!"
"Sorry. No, I'm not. Disappointed?"
"I'm not sure. Are you quite certain you're ready for this? To be
fucked by a grown-up, I mean?"
I'm still not sure if I was getting cold feet or if I was genuinely
concerned for Katherine. My conscience was screaming that it was wrong
to fuck this fourteen-year-old schoolgirl, but I don't think I could
have stopped now either. Katherine sighed and raised her eyebrows.
"What are you? My dad? Quit worrying so much."
Katherine was distractedly fingering a discarded bra on Jenny's bed
while looking up at me, that puzzling faint smile on her lips. I moved
towards Katherine as she started to slide the hem of her skirt upwards
with tantalizing slowness, baring smooth tanned thigh while looking at
me - studying my reaction.
"Jenny shaved my twat for you, you know. Or waxed it really. Hurt like
fucking hell, so I hope you appreciate it." She traced a hand over her
flat tummy. "So, how do you like your little teeny jailbait?"
"You know I think you're lovely, Katherine."
"Come and get me, then."
Katherine laughed, flipping onto her hands and knees and scrambling to
avoid me as I playfully pounced at her. God, that wiggling butt was a
sight to behold! She squealed as I caught her, dragging her back onto
the bed, her jumper creeping up and her skirt ending up around her
waist. It was true: her panties did match the pink turtleneck.
Bowing my head as if to worship her tight little body I kissed her
slender back. Katherine drew her breath sharply, her tense body
suddenly going limp as I slowly kissed my way down the bumps of her
spine towards the broadening of her hips. I reached the sway of her
back, and then kissed each of her buttocks in turn, the soft pink
fabric of her underwear warm against my eager lips. Instinctively she
clenched as I pressed my face to her taut bum, her buttocks moving
beneath the fabric of her panties as she tensed. Lifting my head to
admire the fullness of her beautifully rounded bubblebutt, I slid my
hands up her thighs and beneath the leg bands, causing her panties to
crease down into her bumcrack. Then Katherine abruptly wriggled away
from me.
"Come on. Take your clothes off. I want to see how horny I'm making
you."
Katherine smiled teasingly, looking at my groin with eager
anticipation. I pulled my jumper off and unbuckled my belt. Trousers
fell to the floor, leaving me standing in just my t-shirt and shorts.
Katherine shyly glanced at my hard cock straining against tight
fitting underwear, gasped and looked down. She actually blushed.
"My God. You're so hard! I didn't really get to see it properly the
other day in the shed. Did I really make it like that?"
"Mhm. You keep teasing me, so no wonder I get hard."
I was feeling a bit more confident. My equipment is pretty average, I
think, but Katherine seemed impressed, so I guess she hadn't really
seen that many guys naked. Still blushing, she tentatively reached out
to touch my cock through my shorts. With me standing and her on the
bed, it was pretty much in her face as well. She lightly stroked the
outline of my hard-on, her face only centimetres from it. She must
have seen the dark spot where my pre-cum had leaked out and made the
fabric damp. Her hand went down, stroking my balls through my
underwear before sliding a hand up the leg of my shorts to touch them.
As her fingertips made contact she squealed and let herself fall back
on the bed, giggling and hiding her face in her hands. "Christ! This
is so weird."
She seemed like a little girl just then, but I had this strange
feeling that much of it was an act. She didn't really seem as innocent
and easily embarrassed as I would have expected from a fourteen-year-
old girl. I followed her onto the bed, taking care not to squash her
as I kissed her neck, cheek and finally her impossibly soft, pouty
mouth. I kissed her face and returned to her neck, and she bucked;
squealing and complaining I was tickling her. I pressed my dick
urgently against her. Since Katherine was so much smaller than me my
cock pressed against her thigh and not her pussy as I had intended.
I sat up and looked down at her, smiling at her eager, flushed face.
She looked so small and fragile there on Jenny's bed - her jumper just
beneath her small breasts, revealing her flat tummy, thighs slightly
parted to display the dark, wet spot on her pink panties just below
the white heart adorning them. I stooped down once again, and like a
hungry animal I licked and kissed her belly, playing with her pierced
bellybutton with my tongue.
"Don't do that. It makes me feel queasy. Just kiss my tummy, would
you? It's nice."
Katherine spoke softly, almost in a whisper. Gone was the laughter and
flippant tone from earlier on. She was getting into this, and that
made me happy.
I kissed downwards, reaching the elastic of her pretty little panties.
I left them on, pressing my face against the cotton fabric, nuzzling
her cunt through them. Her pussy felt so soft and smooth, the dampness
of her panty-crotch increasing as I kept kissing and licking her
through the material. Reaching blindly up, I took hold of her knickers
and slowly pulled them downwards. Katherine lifted her bum to help me,
and sighed as I pulled them off. I looked up to see her with eyes
closed, her right arm covering her face. She was biting her lower lip
and breathing heavily.
However, I had no time to wonder at Katherine's beauty. As I slowly
pulled off her knickers to reveal her cunt, I marvelled at the sight.
Her tight little twat was smooth as a baby's bottom. Jenny had done a
good job. I bowed down to kiss her pussy. Parting her tight pussylips
with my tongue I twirled around her opening, enticing little moans
from Katherine. I moved upwards, finding her clit with my tongue. As I
touched her sensitive nub, Katherine jerked, and then started bucking
against me - slowly at first, then faster as she approached orgasm.
I'm not sure if she noticed me excitedly grinding my cock against her
leg as she tensed and came. With a long, soft moan, gradually turning
into a sigh, she pressed her cunt to my mouth as she quivered. I
couldn't help noticing her orgasm seemed quieter, almost subdued this
time.
Looking up at Katherine, my face slick with her pussy juice, I noticed
she now had something white in her hand placed gingerly over her face.
It was a pair of Jenny's panties, which she must have picked up from
the bed as I was going down on her. She had been sniffing Jenny's
knickers as I licked her pussy. Katherine was full of surprises. She
looked at me and smiled.
"Oh God, that was lovely. Thanks. I found a pair of Jenny's knickers
too. You won't believe how hot that was, sniffing them while you, um,
licked me down there. I got this weird tingle at the root of my nose.
I haven't come that intense before. Ever." Katherine reached out and
pulled me down beside her, pressing Jenny's knickers lightly to my
face. "Here. They smell really sweet. She must have been turned on the
day she wore these," Katherine said, indicating the stained gusset of
Jenny's panties.
I clutched the dainty garment and drank in the sweet, intimate smell
of Jenny's sex. Meanwhile Katherine had moved down and was pulling off
my shorts, my straining hard-on standing alert as she lightly stroked
the length of it. Her eyes glittered and she stared at it intently.
"I've never looked at one this close before," she said. "My first time
was, like, all fumbling in the dark and stuff. He barely got inside me
before shooting off, and kind of ran away afterwards. I think he was
embarrassed or something. It hurt a bit too."
Katherine had a firm grip on my member now, moving her hand steadily
up and down causing my foreskin to roll back and forth over the head
of my cock. It felt great, but I didn't want to cum that way.
Katherine seemed to understand.
"So do you want to, like, stick it in my twat now?"
"Yes please."
"Well, where are the condom-thingies then?"
"Condoms?"
"Yes, condoms. Christ, didn't you bring any? What did you think? That
I'm on the pill or something? I'm only fourteen. It's not like I fuck
a lot, you know." Katherine seemed genuinely disappointed at my lack
of foresight. "Jesus, how could you not get any condoms?"
My heart sank as I saw the possibility of an all day fucking session
with my teenage sweetheart slip away. I had the taste of her cunt in
my mouth, yet I still wouldn't get to fuck her. Was there no fairness
in life? This opportunity might never present itself again. How could
I not have thought about this? She was right. I should have been the
one who got the condoms.
Katherine started laughing. "Look at you! I've never seen such an
unhappy face. I guess you really, really want to do me, huh?"
"I don't know how I could forget. I was just..."
"I know. You were in a daze thinking about my bum, and completely
forgot to prepare to fuck me. Oh well. I can't stand to see you this
sad. Tell you what: I'll let you fuck me just a little bit. You know,
until you need to cum and stuff. Then you can pull out and I'll wank
you off or something. Just don't get too worked up at shoot off in me.
If you squirt in my twat I'll kill you, okay?"
I was on top of her in a second, not even bothering to undress her
completely. Spreading her thighs with my knees, I fumbled trying to
find her entrance, being far to eager to do this gracefully. Katherine
helped me, taking hold of my cock and leading it towards the spot. As
I slowly pushed into her, her warm wetness engulfed my member, full of
tingling friction. Her cunt so warm it seemed her body temperature
must be way above my own. Her pussy seemed to suck me into her and I
was the willing victim, moving with short tentative strokes that
brought me ever deeper. Into Katherine. My lovely, willing, teenaged
Katherine. I stopped as I was fully inside her; afraid I might cum too
soon.
Katherine looked up at me, mouth half open, almost slack as she
carefully moved against me while looking into my eyes - gauging my
reaction. "I feel so full, but it doesn't hurt." Katherine seemed
surprised at this. "It's not at all like last time, even though you're
far bigger. It's.... uuuhhh. It feels sooo good."
"Uhh... Careful Katherine... I'm... I'm close."
Her soft rocking motions, her gripping pussy and those clear, blue
eyes were getting to me. Katherine bit her lip and looked at me
worried, yet never ceased the gentle movements of her hips towards me.
"Uuuhhh... don't... please Jonathan... don't cum inside me. Maybe...
nnngggh... you should... pull out now?"
"Just a bit more Katherine. It's so good. You're so tight."
"Please? I'll wank you off. I promise I will. Just... don't squirt
inside me. Pleeease?"
"I won't. I won't."
I kept moving inside her wet, warm pussy, it's tightness gripping and
tingling my cock. It felt so good I didn't want to stop, but after a
few minutes of fucking while she alternated between moaning and
begging me not to cum, I finally had to pull out.
Katherine's hand immediately gripped my slimy cock as if to prove she
would keep her word after I had kept mine. I watched between our
bodies as her hand move on my dick, and after a few seconds I came.
Semen shot from my cock, squirting a hot sticky load, drenching her
hairless twat. With the pent up energy of weeks of lusting for her, my
cock spewed its load of cum over her skirt, belly and up her pink
turtleneck as Katherine kept jerking my cock. She stared down,
seemingly fascinated by my cock helplessly spewing the evidence of my
lust over her body. I jerked against her small hand, my slimy cock
gliding in her fist as the final drops of my ejaculation spewed over
her freshly fucked pussy, covering it in sticky goo.
When I was done, Katherine let go of my cock. A small string of cum
hung from her fingers as she tentatively felt the semen I had shot on
her belly. Some had pooled in her bellybutton, and she giggled at the
wet, sucking sound as she stuck her finger in it. "Want me to taste
it?" she asked teasingly.
I didn't have to answer as she sucked on her cum-covered fingers. Then
she burst out laughing.
"God, you should see yourself. Don't you think girls like sex? Did you
think I'd find this disgusting? Well I don't. I *love* it. I love
seeing you want to fuck me so bad you almost cum in your pants. It's
great knowing my pussy makes you loose control. I'm a bit disappointed
you managed to pull out, actually. Kind of wanted to be so tight you
couldn't make it."
While she spoke, Katherine grabbed Jenny's knickers from the bed and
wiped her belly and cunt, mostly succeeding in smearing herself more.
"Christ, you came *all over* my twat. And I thought it was only my bum
you appreciated! Just goes to show, I guess." She gently wiped my
wiltering cock, but since Jenny's knickers were already sticky it
didn't do much good. "Hey, wait. I've got a cool idea. Let's leave a
little souvenir for Jenny."
I would have thought the cum-stained bedspread was enough, but
Katherine dragged me over to Jenny's dresser where she opened the top
drawer. It was filled with Jenny's panties.
"Which do you like?"
Dumbfounded I stared at this collection of feminine garments. I felt a
surge in my loins as I imagined these panties stretched over Jenny's
hips, the fabric touching her intimate parts, creeping deep into the
crack of her ass.
"I... I... um... "
"Oh, do come on, Jonathan. In which pair of knickers do you want to
leave your mark? It'll be rubbing against Jenny's pussy, you know.
Sort of like you came on her twat, only she won't know a thing."
Katherine just picked a pair of white panties adorned with small
flowers and wrapped them around my sticky cock. Gently stroking me,
she wiped her own juices and my cum into the insides of Jenny's
panties. Then she carefully returned the dainty little garment to its
original place.
"There," she said. "Next time Jenny wears those she'll have your cum
all over her pussy. Cool, huh?"
Katherine turned away from me, grabbing her own panties from the bed
where I had tossed them. She gave me a wonderful look at her ass and
still cum-smeared cunt from behind as she pulled them up beneath her
skirt. I put my shorts back on, but Katherine denied me putting on
trousers so she could 'see my bulge', as she put it.
"Christ. All that spunk you squirted on me really made my jumper
sticky." Katherine eased her jumper from her flat belly where drying
sperm had stuck it to her. "Here's an idea you might like. Why don't I
wear Jenny's school uniform instead? Since you guys seem to think we
look so hot in those stupid things?"
"Really? Don't you think Jenny might object? I'm not sure I can
guarantee it won't get, well... sticky."
"I'll just wear that one," Katherine pointed to a pleated skirt and
white blouse lying discarded in the corner. "I'm sure Jenny has a
clean one for Monday." Wriggling out of her clothes, Katherine
buttoned Jenny's blouse over her dainty white bra, then snapped on the
pleated skirt. "It's too warm for the jumper, but I'll wear these
since you seemed to like them so much."
Katherine giggled, picking up Jenny's kneesocks from the dresser.
"Kind of cute that you smelled them. Maybe I should tell Jenny?"
Bending over with her legs straight, Katherine looked fabulous as she
rolled those navy kneesocks up her thin, tanned calves. I could almost
see her knickers beneath the pleated skirt as she bent over, and I
felt a sudden surge of pity for the poor teachers at Katherine's
school. The teasing strip of bare skin from her knee to the skirt hem
made the uniform seem like something designed by a pervert. I still
can't believe the person who invented the school uniform got away with
it. When Katherine wiggled her toes in those cute little kneesocks, I
almost fainted.
"I can't believe how silly you guys are about these uniforms. You know
we all hate them? Kind of cool that they give you a hard-on, though.
It's almost too easy for us girls sometimes."
Chapter 6
"Let's go look for porn," Katherine said.
She was straightening her school uniform, wiggling her bum to make her
sticky knickers more comfortable.
"What makes you think you'll find any?"
"Oh, come *on*. I've babysat for God knows how many families, and
everyone has it. I always search for porn when I'm babysitting, and
I'm damned good at finding it too. I bet Jenny's dad has some, and
there's no doubt Jenny's brother Andrew has loads. I mean, he always
tries to look up my skirt or cop a feel when I'm here. Let's go look.
What kind of porn do you like?"
"Umm... I guess..."
"Actually, you don't have to tell me. I bet I know already. It's all
teens, schoolgirls and that kind of stuff, right? Well they're not
really teens you know, even if they pretend to be."
"I know."
"Of course some may be eighteen or nineteen, but most are well into
their twenties. They just wear pigtails and fake schoolgirl uniforms
to turn on pervs like you. I can't believe how easy it is to please
you guys. It's amazing. Some tart reading a book upside-down, sucking
on a pencil and wiggling her bum and you get all hot and bothered."
Surprisingly enough, Katherine was turning out to be quite the expert
on porn. I followed her as she skipped out of Jenny's room, heading
down the corridor and into Andrew's. It was kind of scary to see
Katherine search. She had definitely done this sort of thing before.
Anyway, it proved to be easy to find Andrew's porn since most of it
was just stashed under his bed.
"Eeewww. The pages are all stuck together. That's really gross."
Katherine waved an issue of Penthouse in my face. "No matter. It's not
the kind of stuff that would turn you on anyway. Just airbrushed
bimbos. Let's have a look in his closet." There Katherine found a
couple of tapes, laughing at their titles. "God, who buys a video
called 'Junglebabe Spankfest'? That's not at all what we're looking
for, is it? Christ, those girls are hopeless. Look."
The screenshots depicted on the back were of the worst big-breasted
bimbos, and Katherine was absolutely right. That was not porn I was
even remotely interested in. Actually, I wasn't all that interested in
porn right now. I was definitely more interested in Katherine, whose
tight little arse wiggled in the air as she searched the bottom of
Andrew's closet. It was quite fun going along with it, though.
Katherine's enthusiastic search was frighteningly impressive to
behold. I couldn't help myself and reached out to cop a feel, stoking
her ass and feeling her cotton-covered cunt beneath her pleated school
skirt. Katherine didn't really seem to mind.
"Nope. All he has is more of the same. Really bad taste, all of it.
Let's go look at what Jenny's dad has hidden away."
Katherine gingerly replaced the stuff she had found, although she made
a face when handling the magazine with the stuck pages. Then she moved
to Jenny's parent's bedroom.
"Now, this is probably going to be a lot harder. Most guys have to
hide their porn from their wives. At least if it's any good. So it'll
be really well hidden. Mind you, some couples seem to enjoy porn
together. You can tell because it's so easy to find. Even so, there's
usually more kinky stuff hidden somewhere..."
Katherine kept on talking about the ins and outs of porn searching,
but I had ceased to listen. I watched her in action as she searched
the bookshelves for fake books concealing videos, and in drawers in
case something was hidden away in the back. Although what she was
doing seemed dubious at best, I could feel myself getting horny again,
watching her body and copping a feel every now and again. She even
stopped to rub herself up against me once; lightly pinching my half
hard cock as if to show me she was pleased I was regaining my
strength.
"Damn, he's good. I can't find anything. I just *know* he's hidden
something, though. I mean, the looks he gives us girls when we visit
Jenny is more than enough to tell you he's a dirty old man."
Katherine winked at me as she said that, and I felt a bit offended
since Jenny's father was closer to my age than Katherine was. In the
end I just settled for not responding, since this wasn't really
something I wanted to talk about. I thought about stopping Katherine
as she started tearing up loose boards in the closet floor, but I'll
be damned if she didn't strike gold.
"There you go. I *knew* I'd find it. It's just your kind too. Look."
Katherine triumphantly handed me a couple of videos featuring youngish
looking girls dressed in schoolgirl-like uniforms. One with a
particularly sexy front cover was called 'Bonking the Babysitter II'.
"Hmmm... interesting. I've found some of these in places I've
babysat," Katherine smiled. "Makes you wonder, doesn't it?" She
stooped down again to retrieve a video conspicuous in it's lack of
cover or markings of any kind. "These home made ones are always the
best. Usually it's just the mum and dad doing it, but sometimes it's
something more interesting - like weird shit with lots of tying up and
whips and stuff. Wanna try it? The tape I mean. Not the tying up
thing!"
"I don't think we should. It's private, Katherine."
Looking at the unmarked tape in her hand I dreaded the thought of what
could be on it. I really didn't want to find out that Jenny's dad had
kiddie porn in his closet. Or even worse: that he was filming abusing
his own children or something like that. The mind boggled at the
thought of what could be on that ominous, unmarked tape in Katherine's
hand. I suppose she was too young to fathom the consequences if this
tape included anything like what I imagined.
"Oh come *on*. I'll sit on your lap while we watch it so you can feel
me up and stuff. How's that?" She didn't wait for my response, making
off with the tape thus forcing me to follow. "Bet you can't catch me,"
she squealed, thundering down the stairs two steps at a time.
She was right. I couldn't. Katherine popped the tape in and turned on
the TV.
"This big screen TV is like a fucking cinema. Be a shame not to use
it, right? Why don't you sit in that chair, and I'll sit on your lap.
That way you can grope me while we watch."
As I sat down, Katherine pulled up her pleated skirt and wiggled her
beautiful little ass in my face. I drank in the musky smell of her
freshly fucked cunt, briefly holding her hips to kiss her bumcrack and
moist crotch through her panties. The pink cotton was stained and
sticky with cum. Then she lowered her pink-pantied butt to my lap and
settled down to watch the tape. I was hard again, and she sighed and
made a purring sound as she wriggled on my erection. Lifting her legs
high, she gently rubbed my thighs with her cute little kneesock-
covered feet. I put one arm around her, opening a couple of blouse
buttons to feel her small tits beneath her bra. It took a while before
the white dots and static gave way to the video film, and I played
distractedly with the heart on the front of her knickers as I silently
dreaded the thought of what the video contained.
I can't say how relieved I was when the film actually started. No
child porn, incest or snuff, although it was probably illegal since
the girl looked younger than eighteen. She looked Katherine's age or
slightly older, although made up to look much younger. I can't really
remember details of the plot, although it did seem a bit violent at
times. It involved some guy of around fifty who played the part of a
horny father who desperately wanted to fuck his daughters little
friend. Pulling her aside at what was supposed to be his daughters
birthday party, he fondled her cunt and played with her panties while
convincing her he was 'just going to be nice to her'.
"Bet Jenny's dad wants to do me," Katherine suddenly exclaimed. "Or
Sarah. Certainly Hannah. He'd probably shag any girl in Jenny's class
actually. Fucking pervert. I can't tell you how many times he's ogled
us when we visit Jenny. Last year we even had a contest to see which
one of us could make him cum in his pants. Hannah won of course, but
then she's totally outrageous. Pretended she had to change or
something, and rubbed up against him in just her undies. He even got
some spunk on her tummy. He was so hard his cock was poking up the top
of his trousers, you see. We laughed for days about that."
"Jesus! What did Jenny say?"
"You know what she's like. Couldn't care less. Says she thinks it's
only natural and stuff. She got right pissed at Hannah for making him
cum, though. Said it wasn't fair on her mum. As if Hannah made him
cheat on her by cumming."
"Jenny's weird."
"I know. But she's nice. And you'd still fuck her, wouldn't you,"
Katherine smirked.
"I guess."
"You guys are all the same," she sighed.
On the screen the man was forcing the little girl to suck his dick,
and none too gently either. Holding her pigtails, he was fucking into
the girl's mouth and she was making quite a good job of looking scared
and helpless. She was being pushed all over the place with the force
of his movements, her pretty little birthday dress bunched up around
her waist and displaying her cute, white panties. You could see she
was fighting the gagging reflex as he pushed his cock down her throat.
"Looks very uncomfortable. Not something you'd want do to sweet little
girl like me I hope? Christ! If he squirts when he's doing that,
she'll totally drown. I saw a film once where this guy came in a girls
mouth, and I swear to God spunk came out of her nostrils. Looked like
snot. Totally gross."
Katherine lifted herself off me briefly, pulling my erection out
before seating herself back on my lap, my cock jutting up between her
thighs. Pressing it against her panties, she stroked the length of it
with her fingertips, smearing precum over the head. Taking my member
firmly in hand, she started to wank me while tickling and stroking my
balls with her other hand. Fondling her small tits beneath her school
blouse I stared at the screen over her shoulder.
The man in the film had placed the poor little girl on her hands and
knees, yanking her panties down and fucking her pussy with two stiff
fingers. Pressing her face to the floor, he entered her tight little-
girl cunt from behind. Holding on to her hips he fucked her
forcefully, gradually shoving her across the floor with his hard
thrusts.
"I'm impressed he got that big cock into such a little girl,"
Katherine said. "Must be really tight. Hope he doesn't spunk up her
cunt. I really want to see it squirt. That's the best part, don't you
think."
Katherine's hand was moving up and down my cock in pace with the man's
fucking motions on the film. I couldn't believe the way my sweet
little Katherine was talking. I realized I didn't know her as well as
I though. To me she had been the very picture of innocent beauty, but
not only was she not a virgin - she had a dirty mouth and a penchant
for porn as well. Her talk was exciting though, and the handjob
combined with her grinding movements of her warm behind on my lap
meant I was getting close to cumming. Burying my face in her slender
neck, she smelled a mixture of Katherine and Jenny. Not so strange
since she was wearing Jenny's school uniform, but it kind of caught me
unawares.
On the screen the man suddenly pulled out of his little fuck-toy, who
collapsed in a sobbing heap on the floor. I hoped to God this was
acting. Grabbing the little girl by her narrow hips the man pulled her
up again, raising her bum high into the air.
"Oh goody," Katherine exclaimed. "Now he's going to do her up the
arse. Now I *know* that's something you'd want to do to me. Fuck me up
the bum, I mean. You'd really, really like that wouldn't you? It's not
something I can let you do, but just imagine if that was you and me on
the screen. You'd need to put a finger or two up me first, of course.
Just to loosen me up a bit. My bum is really nice and tight, you know.
Bet you couldn't even get it half way in before you shot your load.
Just imagine that: fucking my tight little arse and spunking off
inside me."
I wasn't looking at the screen anymore. Panting and moving helplessly
against Katherine's wanking fist, I blindly pulled down the seat of
her panties and felt down the crack of her ass with my fingers.
Eagerly I moved towards her wrinkled little anus. Just hearing
Katherine talk about doing her in the ass was pushing me over the
edge. Aided by the juices still smeared over most of her cunt and ass,
I eagerly pressed my index finger into the slick, tight warmth of her
behind, moving my finger in and out as I felt sparks go off in my
head.
"Oooh. That's nice. Don't stop. Shove your finger right up my arse.
Mmm... Just imagine fucking my tight little bum and squirting your
gooey stuff up me."
Katherine expertly wanked me, making me cum at exactly the same time
as the guy in the video gave a big groan, pulled out and spunked all
over the little girls ass. My own cock jerked in Katherine's hand, and
I felt her asshole clamp down on my finger as my sperm squirted in
Katherine's face causing her to splutter. The next load soaked the
front of her school blouse and splattered onto her grey pleated skirt.
After my final spurts had landed on her tanned thigh, Katherine gently
caressed my jerking, dwindling cock, wiping it on the front of her
pink panties. I felt the sewn-on heart rub against my cock head as I
pumped a final trickle over it.
"It's not hard to make you cum, is it? All I need to do is say "bum"
and "arse" a few times and spunk flies everywhere. In my face too,
actually."
Katherine wiped her sticky face with the sleeve of Jenny's school
blouse.
"Let's go shopping," she said.
Chapter 7
"Do you really think you should go out like that?"
Although she had changed back to her original clothing, I had serious
misgivings about taking a young girl shopping wearing a cum-stained
skirt and jumper. Looking at her face, I noticed a dried streak of
semen across her cheek and forehead.
"At least wash your face first."
"You're right. I'll just borrow some of Jenny's stuff and leave mine
behind. She won't mind. I'm still wearing these though." Katherine
adjusted her sticky cotton panties. "Feels kind of sexy."
Katherine borrowed a pair of dark blue lycra hot-pants, which hardly
covered her at all. I thought it weird there were pockets on it, since
it would be impossible to fit anything in there. Those shorts were so
tight I could easily make out the contours of the sewn-on heart of her
panties through the material. Maybe the pockets were fake.
As she was changing, Katherine watched the expression on my face. "You
know what's weird?" she asked.
"No. What?"
"It's like... every morning I get up, right? I'm sleepy, I don't want
to go to school and I think I look a mess. I'll soap up in the shower,
maybe wash my hair or something. I'll probably be worrying that I
didn't do my homework. And I still need to get dressed, put on make-
up, go to the loo and stuff. I mean... it's just so incredibly
*boring*. My morning is just like everybody else's, and yet I'm sure
you'd find it absolutely fascinating. Bet you'd practically pass out
when put on my knickers, even if I just grab the top pair in the
drawer without looking. I mean, Jesus! You almost fell off the chair
when I brushed hair from my face the other day. It's like the most
boring, everyday routine in my life totally captivates you, and I just
don't get it."
"I'm not really sure I can explain so you'd understand, Katherine."
"You know; you always stare at me like I'm some sort of goddess, and
yet I know lots of girls who are better looking than I am. And my
body. Christ! I never think of my body except that my tits are too
small, my legs are too skinny or that Rachel can swim faster than me.
I feel clumsy all the time, and yet you're willing to spend money just
to touch me. That's what's weird."
"It's called love, Katherine. And lust. When you get older you'll
understand."
"Should be wearing a thong for these, but never mind," Katherine
muttered. "Bet you think I'm sexy now, huh?"
She twirled, showing off her perfect teen body in those tight little
hot-pants.
"Does Jenny's dad really let her walk around in those?" I asked,
immediately regretting it when Katherine sighed and raised her
eyebrows at me.
"So you'd fuck me, but wouldn't let me wear hot-pants? Bet you'd make
a great dad!"
There was no answer to that.
Katherine found a tight, white tanktop with a pattern matching the
blue of her hot-pants. It left a strip of her tummy bare.
"Not much use having a pierced belly-button if you can't show it off,
right?" she winked at me.
I got her to wipe the dried semen from her belly, admiring her
swaybacked figure as she worked the wash-cloth. Damned, those shorts
were sexy!
I think we managed to sneak undetected from Jenny's house. Katherine
swore Jenny wouldn't mind coming home to a severely cum-stained
bedspread and Katherine's soiled clothing on the floor. Given the
state of Jenny's room I doubted she'd even notice. I kind of hoped her
mum didn't have a clean school uniform ready for Monday.
Shopping with Katherine felt good, even though she refused to hold
hands or show any kind of affection. I could see the looks other men
gave her, some of them practically drooling over her. Katherine never
seemed to notice, though. Most of the men probably took me for an
uncle, or even her dad, but I still knew some of them suspected I was
getting it on with her. I straightened my back proudly.
I bought the sunglasses she wanted and received a kiss that made the
shop assistant give us a very strange look. I bought the dress too,
and got an even bigger kiss. She pranced around in it while trying it
on, giggling as I groped her when nobody was looking. It was
expensive, but I was in seventh heaven. The fact was that I would
gladly have brought these things for Katherine even if she hadn't
demanded them as payment for her affections. I'd probably have bought
them for her if she had walked up to me on the street and asked me to.
But there was no way she could have known that. Instead she demanded
them for sex and broke my heart. Back on the street Katherine spotted
a little black dress in a window and stopped dead in her tracks.
"Oh my God. It's beautiful," she muttered, pulling me into a shop so
expensive I automatically looked down and saw my shoes needed shining.
"It's a Chanel," Katherine whispered in awe. "Have you ever seen
anything like it?"
To be honest I couldn't quite see what the fuss was about, and I
thought it strange that a fourteen-year-old would care if a dress was
a Chanel or not. Times had certainly changed since I was her age. To
me it was just a dress like most others. It wasn't until she tried it
on that I understood. She looked absolutely splendid in it. The fit
was perfect, and it seemed designed to show off her youthful beauty. I
swear people stopped and stared outside the shop when she came out of
the fitting room.
"Can I have it? Pleeease?"
Katherine looked up at me with clear blue puppy-eyes, seeming
confident I could deny her nothing. She twitched her little nose and
blew a tickling strand of hair from her face, nodding enthusiastically
as if she thought it would magically influence my decision. She looked
so cute I almost said yes, but then I caught sight of the price tag.
"Jesus! £3000! For a dress? I really don't think so. Anyway, I just
got you another one ten minutes ago."
"But that wasn't *this* dress. Please can I have it? Pleeease? Pretty,
pretty please?"
Katherine was begging. Christ, she was beautiful when she looked at me
like that - her face eager and her eyes full of anticipation. She was
practically jumping up and down, begging me to buy the thing. When I
told her 'no' - that there was no way I would swing that kind of cash
for a dress - Katherine turned all pouty and seemed to have forgotten
the £1000 I'd spent on her already. She acted like a spoilt little
child, craning her neck, insisting she walk ten paces ahead of me and
not speak.
I'm sorry to say I found her childish behaviour endearing, feeling
almost paternal towards this girl I'd fucked only hours earlier. She
wiggled her bum conspicuously as she went, as if to show me what I'd
be missing if I didn't cave in. Her bum in those skimpy hot-pants was
a shockingly sexy sight, and I wasn't the only one who benefited from
Katherine's pouting. I must have bumped into five guys twisting their
neck to look at her ass as they passed her. After a little while, when
she sensed this was getting her nowhere, she stopped and pulled me
aside. She took my hand and leaned towards me, whispering into my ear:
"If you get me the dress, I'll let you do it."
"Do what?"
"You know: do me up the arse. I'll let you. If you get me that dress,
I'll let you bugger me. Can't say it any clearer than that. I really
want that dress Jonathan. I'll do anything. Really."
"Anything?"
"Yes. Anything. Just name it."
I wanted to think about this, but my head was swimming and my mind
wasn't working properly. My checking account had just about £3000
pounds left in it. If I lived on bread and water for the rest of the
month I might just be able to get by. I'd have to forgo that holiday
I'd planned, but why would I want to go on holiday anyway? Katherine
wouldn't be there. So I caved. Of course I caved.
"Okay, you can have it. But you'll have to do what I say. All of it."
"What do I have to do?"
"Remember Rachel..."
Katherine cut me off before I could even start to explain, babbling
away, assuming she understood what I wanted.
"Rachel? Really? My kid sister Rachel, huh? Not sure I can arrange
that. She's only eleven, you know. She really hates you for fancying
me, too. I'll try, though, but you'll have to be gentle with her. What
about Jenny instead? I'm sure I can even arrange a threesome with
Jenny. We'll wear our school uniforms and everything. Jenny's a virgin
though, so I'm not sure I can get her to..."
"Katherine!" I grabbed her by the shoulders. "You're babbling."
"I know. I'm sorry."
"You can't offer your eleven-year-old sister to me as a trade for a
dress. That's just scary."
"I know. I said I was sorry. I wasn't thinking straight. I just
really, really want it."
"Now listen. Remember that day on the trampoline? The day when you and
Jenny tickled Rachel and she wet herself?"
"Yes."
"Well I thought that was pretty sexy. The desperation and wetting and
all. That's what I want you to do. And the, um, the other thing you
mentioned. About doing your, well, your, um, behind."
"You want me to wet my knickers, and then you'll fuck me up the ass,
is that it?"
"That's it."
"Really? That's all? No problem. I can do that. Jenny says the guy
she's seeing wants her to wee her knickers all the time. Gets a big
kick out of it, apparently. Seems pretty yucky to me, but never mind.
To each his own, right? So can we get that dress now or what?"
Not that I didn't trust her, but I kept the receipt and refused to
give Katherine the dress until after she had kept her part of the
bargain. I suspected the enthusiasm for her new purchase would soon
diminish, and I wanted her to be eager to please for a little longer.
Later on I've thought a lot about that shopping trip and how my
attitude towards Katherine changed. I think discovering the new
Katherine - the shameless and greedy Katherine - destroyed the angelic
image I had of her. To this day I'm not sure if the angelic Katherine
ever existed outside my mind, but loosing that image caused lust to
replace much of my love for her. In my mind, Katherine seemed to be
changing from an innocent angel into a teenybopper fuck-toy. Later
I've regretted this.
I believe we both killed the last of her innocence that day, and if
she has kept the Chanel dress I can't imagine her looking at it today
without regret. It's sad that this is might be how she remembers me
now - on the street, bargaining for the sorry remains of her innocence
- but right then all I wanted was to have my way with her. And I
wanted that even more than she wanted the dress. I made her drink lots
of water before we left the shop. I think the shop assistant got
worried she'd burst.
Katherine agreed to go to my place. Going to a public bathroom just
seemed too sordid and we didn't want to go back to Jenny's. Anyway, I
wanted her to put on an act, and didn't want to be rushed. The thought
of the dress seemed to make any reservations she might have evaporate.
Besides, there wasn't much I could do to her now that she hadn't
agreed to anyway. She really wanted that Chanel.
On the way home Katherine let me put my arm around her. She even
jumped up to give me the occasional kiss on the mouth. I moved my arm
down to grope her ass a few times, mainly for the benefit of a couple
of blokes I knew who gave me a wink when seeing me with her. Sometimes
she'd deliberately wiggle her bum for them, too. Most of the women we
met shot me dirty looks, and a girl I'd slept with after a bar-binge
even crossed the street to avoid us. I didn't mind. If there is
something like a trophy teenybopper, Katherine was one that day.
Chapter 8
By the time we got back, Katherine was dying to pee, pressing a hand
to her crotch and squirming the last part of the drive. The act I
asked Katherine to put on was silly, but then most of our sexual
triggers are silly clichés. She was supposed to act the role of a
young girl, ringing a strange man's doorbell and asking to use the
bathroom. She promised to use what she called her 'lolita porn voice'.
I loved the voice, but I hated her calling it that. She really got
into the part though, telling me she wanted to become an actress when
she grew older. I suppose you can't get a seedier first role than the
one I gave her.
When Katherine rang the doorbell I waited a bit before I opened, since
I wanted her to feel really desperate to pee. I opened when she rang
the third time, and by then Katherine was jumping around, a hand
firmly between her crossed legs.
"Excuse me sir," she gasped. "Could I please use your bathroom? I'm
just on my way home from school and I forgot to use the loo before I
left. I'm really sorry, but I think I'll wet my knickers if you don't
let me in. I won't be any trouble, I promise."
"But of course. Please come in. We wouldn't want that to happen now
would we?"
I registered that my acting hadn't improved since that day I had tried
to fool Jenny and Rachel about bringing Katherine to my shed.
Katherine was brilliant though, and that was really what mattered to
me. I opened the door and let Katherine in. She hobbled inside,
turning towards me as I shut the door behind us. Suddenly she drew her
breath sharply and almost doubled over. The crotch of her tiny shorts
turned dark and a trickle of pee ran down her long thin legs,
colouring her white ankle sock a light yellow before disappearing into
her gym shoes. Then she managed to stop the flow.
"Oh my God. I'm so sorry," she gasped. "I think I just weed my
knickers a bit. Look." Katherine peeled down the front of her hot-
pants revealing her little pink panties, wet at the gusset. "I just
couldn't help it, sir. I'm really sorry. I can't believe I peed in my
panties. I'm fourteen now. I shouldn't do that anymore."
"But what on earth is that?" I asked, pointing at the panties I'd
soiled with my own ejaculations and feigning surprise. "Is that sperm?
How on earth did that get there young lady?"
"Umm... That's... That's... It's a secret. I promised not to tell,"
Katherine said in her best little-girl voice, picking up on my cue.
"Please can I use your bathroom now. I'm going to pee all over your
floor if I don't go soon."
"I think you'd better explain yourself first, young lady. Why on earth
does a girl your age walk home from school with her knickers covered
in sperm?"
"Oh all right. I'll tell you, but it's really secret, okay? You've got
to promise you won't tell my mum."
"We'll see."
"It's my teacher you see. Mr. Lambson." She giggled when she said
that, and I guessed Mr. Lambson was the name of her real teacher. "He
thinks I'm not doing too well in maths. Said he had to give me special
lessons, but all he ever does is make me wank him off.
"Really?"
"Yup. Says if I'm a good girl and let him cum on my knickers I'll pass
my maths. Makes a right mess though, squirting all that sticky goo on
me. Used to make me lean over his desk so he could wank off over my
bum, but he kept getting his spunk up my back so he had to stop.
Messes up the uniform, you see. Bit of a prat really, Mr. Lambson."
"Certainly seems to be, yes."
"Do you think it's wrong, sir? Teacher making me do that? Makes me
feel all strange and sticky in my knickers, and that's not just his
gooey sperm either. I think it's me too." Katherine kept talking in
her little-girl voice, trying hard to turn me on. Gingerly wiping her
wet thigh, she then licked her fingers while looking into my eyes. The
inscrutable, faint smile was back on her lips.
"It's really hard too, wanking him off like that. I mean, at first
it's easy. You just kind of grab his thingy really hard and move your
hand up and down. But Mr. Lambson always starts to move around a lot,
groping my tits and my bum and stuff. Then he starts to pant and just
can't sit still. That's when you know you have to be really careful.
The first time I hadn't learned the signs yet, and he just squirted
all over the place. In my face, my hair and all over my uniform. Made
such a mess he had to drive me home so no-one would see. After that I
always try to aim his thing at my knickers when he gets like that, but
I still get some of his stuff where it shouldn't be. You won't tell my
mum about this, will you?"
By now Katherine was so desperate to pee she was shifting from foot to
foot, holding her wet crotch with both hands.
"I'm not sure. I really think I should tell someone. It's not really
right what Mr. Lambson is doing, you know."
Katherine gasped again, another trickle of pee spurting into her
shorts.
"Please let me use the bathroom, sir. I've really got to go now. I've
just wet my knickers again. Just a little bit, but I'm not sure how
much longer I can hold it. Can't think what mum would say. She just
brought me these panties, and here I am, getting them all covered in
sticky spunk and pissing in them."
Sticking a finger in her mouth and twirling her hair, Katherine played
the little girl part like a seasoned porn-star.
"Yes, well. Your mum doesn't know yet, does she?"
My eyes roamed her lithe body, her desperation turning me on more and
more. I slowly stepped around her, watching her magnificent figure as
she squirmed uncomfortably, wriggling in her tiny, wet shorts.
"You're just like Mr. Lambson, aren't you sir? Staring at my bum and
all. Tell you what. If you don't tell my mum and you let me use your
bathroom, like, right *now*, I promise I'll make you cum afterwards.
If you want I'll even let you put your thing up my arse. Bet you'd
like that. Mr. Lambson always keeps on about how he wants to do that,
but I never let him. I'll let you though, okay? So can I go? Now?"
When Katherine wet herself on the way upstairs it wasn't an act. I'd
asked her to do it in the bathroom so I wouldn't have such a huge mess
to clean up, but she never made it. Climbing the stairs behind her I
saw she could hardly walk straight, and several times a trickle of pee
escaped down her leg and into her gym shoes. Finally she lost control,
stopping short and moaning as yellow pee spurted from the crotch and
legs of her tiny little hot-pants. Rivers ran down her legs soaking
her feet, making her gym shoes turn a faint yellow as the dark, wet
patch crept ever higher up her ass.
"Ooh God. Uuuhhh... I'm pissing my knickers. I'm so sorry. Nnnggg... I
just can't stop. I can't believe I've wet myself like this."
Katherine turned towards me looking genuinely distressed, and I took
her in my arms. She grabbed me tight and rested her head on my
shoulder as she gave up trying to contain herself, grunting as she
completely let go. I felt the force of her pee as it spurted through
her panties and shorts, spraying me as I held her in my arms. She
actually cried softly as she wet herself, and I gazed in wonder at
those large, clear teardrops running down her cheek, all the while
feeling the warm flow of her pee against my leg. I held her frail,
sobbing body in my arms, supporting most of her weight as my little
girl pissed her knickers for me.
A small river ran down the stairs as the flow finally came to an end,
the last of her pee dribbling down those long, tanned legs of hers.
Reaching behind her I slowly fondled her ass, running my hand up and
down the warm, wet seat of her tight little hot-pants. Running my hand
up her thigh I felt the slow dribble of pee still coming from between
her legs. I sucked on a finger, savouring the salty taste of my teen
lover's wetting. As I offered it to her, Katherine sucked on my thumb
like a baby while I whispered to her that it was alright; that I
didn't mind that she wet herself. That I'd make it all right. I kissed
her closed eyes and dried her tears. And then she kissed me. Hard and
long, wet and soft, with those wonderful, pouty lips.
Afterwards, this has stayed in my mind as the moment when Katherine
and I were closest. Although strange, I felt this was a touching,
almost romantic moment. And yet I lusted for her too much to leave it
at that. She had offered me her final virginity for a sum of money,
and I didn't have the willpower to say no. I carried her up the last
steps and into the bathroom where I was definitely going to fuck her.
When we got to the bathroom upstairs Katherine wouldn't let go of me
at first. It's only later that I understood she thought the game was
over - that we had actually shared something on the stairway and that
things would be different. That I wasn't going to hold her to her
promise. That I would allow her to be a little girl, and that I would
take care of her. As I struggled to free myself from her grip,
Katherine looked into my lust-crazed eyes, her own eyes so sad they've
stayed with me since. Maybe if I'd understood things clearer just
then, at that precise moment, all would have worked out differently.
But I didn't. So the moment passed.
Chapter 9
I spun Katherine around and she grabbed the sink in front of her as I
bent her over. Stroking her back, I pressed my raging hard-on against
her tight, round ass. Grinding my cock against the seat of her warm,
wet hot-pants I reached forward to fondle her small breasts beneath
her tank-top. Pushing her dainty white bra up above her tits, I played
with her hard little nipples. She may have liked that, because she
pressed her ass even firmer against me, the stretchy fabric of her
shorts allowing my cock to feel the groove of her ass-crack. I groaned
deeply as I took hold of her hips, pushing myself ever harder against
her, grinding my cock against her ass until I could wait no longer.
Falling to my knees behind Katherine, I pressed my face against her
ass, kissing and rubbing my nose against the hot, wet lycra of her
skimpy little shorts. Whimpering, Katherine pressed her bum to my face
as my hand roamed her thin, tanned thighs. Slipping a pee-soaked gym
shoe from her foot, I lifted a yellow tinted ankle sock to my mouth,
sucking on her cotton-covered toes, the taste of pee and her feet
mixing in my mouth.
I licked her thighs, then reached up blindly, peeling her sopping wet
hot-pants down to her knees, taking her panties down with them. I
stared at the wonder that was Katherine's ass before groaning and
burying my face between her buttocks. Eagerly I licked up and down the
crack of her bum, relishing the salty taste and smell of her pee-
soaked, sweaty ass. Katherine grunted, rocking against me as my tongue
found the puckered opening of her anus, lapping it, tasting that last,
forbidden part of her body.
"Ooohh.... Uuunhhgg... What are you doing? Oh Christ. You're licking
my bum. Nnnggg... Oh, that's sooo dirty."
Feeling her loosen up, my tongue entered Katherine's ass, twirling in
the soft rubbery opening, licking and gliding into her tight little
anus. With my tongue up her bum and my nose pressed between her firm
cheeks I finally felt I had some possession of that wonderful behind
that I had longed, lusted and ached for so long. But it wasn't enough.
It would never be enough. I fumbled with my trousers, too excited to
be graceful about undressing. It didn't matter. Katherine wasn't
looking at me. She was resting her head on her arms, looking at
herself in the mirror above the sink. She blew some hair from her face
and swayed her back, pushing her ass in the air for me.
"Are you going to put your thing up my bum now, sir?"
Katherine was back in her little-girl role, playing up to my fantasies
with almost chilling precision.
"You'll have to be really careful, though. I've never had anything up
my bum except Jenny's finger, and your, um, ... cock? ... is just sooo
much bigger."
I'm sure Jenny never really had her finger up Katherine's ass, but the
image was certainly a vivid one. I had some lubrication cream, and I
applied it to Katherine's bum and myself. Bending down my almost
painfully hard member, I aligned it with her anus, slowly applying
pressure to her opening, awaiting the bliss of her tight little teen
ass.
"I hope you don't shoot your gooey spunk all over my bum before you
get it in. I'd hate not to feel you cum up my arse and all. I think I
need a really good bum-fucking, sir."
Katherine's fingers were playing with her clit, and I grunted with
effort as I applied pressure to her anus with the tip of my cock. God,
her ass was tight! Her face in the mirror was a mask of concentration
as she focused on relaxing her muscles and let me inside. My cock
slowly entered her, Katherine grunting loudly as the tight ring of her
anus slipped over the head of my cock to clamp firmly around my shaft.
"Christ, I can't believe you put your thing up my bum, sir. Is it
really, really tight? Does my little bum make you want to shoot your
sticky goo up me? Oh God, I hope so. Can't wait to feel you cum up my
arse. Mr. Lambson will be sooo envious when I tell him I let you go
first."
Holding Katherine's hips I moved ever deeper into her tight little ass
with small, gentle strokes which took all my will-power to control.
Her knuckles whitened around the sink, and she whimpered as her tiny
frame squirmed on my erection.
After a short while she had grown more accustomed to my invasion of
her body, and I could move in and out of her gripping arsehole with
less restraint. Katherine returned a hand to her cunt where the
sopping noises told me what she was doing.
"Mmm... You're so far up my arse, I can't believe it. It's like I'm
impaled on this throbbing stick, and it's just sooo nice. It's even
better than having someone fuck my twat. Can't believe having
something up the arse is this great."
As I fucked into Katherine, her tight, gripping ass was just too much.
I felt I couldn't control myself much longer, the need to cum almost
overpowering me with every move inside her. Katherine was shaking, her
fingers moving erratically between her legs, driving her ever closer
to orgasm. The line between Katherine and the role I had given her had
totally blurred for me, and I fucked her ass with abandon, as if she
was a little teenaged whore. She sensed I was close and stopped her
squirming movements to help me last longer.
"Please don't cum just yet, sir. Nnnggg... Fuck me up the arse just a
bit more. Uuuhhhgg... Please? Please don't cum yet? Please don't spunk
up my ass. I need to cum first, sir."
When Katherine came, her ass contracted rhythmically around my cock
and there was no way for me to hold back. With a mighty shove I drove
my jerking cock as far up her ass as I could, while my thick, sticky
cum spurted into her. Katherine yelped.
"Ooohhh... Oh yes! Shoot your cum up my bum. Nnngg... Christ, I can
feel you shooting off in me. Squirt that hot, sticky goo up my arse.
Uuuggghh..."
Fucking her ass back at me, Katherine's thin body shook in orgasm as
my cum exploded into her ass, drenching her insides with my sticky
sperm. I groaned deeply as my dick pulsed its sperm into her bowels,
filling her little bum with my goo. Thick, white cum squirted out
around my cock as I fucked into her with my last strength, semen
trickling down my shaft and dripping into the panties stretched out
between her knees.
Withdrawing my withering cock from Katherine's ass with an audible
'pop', I fell to my knees behind her. I eagerly licked the cum
covering her smooth cunt and running down her thighs. Reaching between
her knees, I lifted the pee-soaked, cum-stained crotch of her panties
to my mouth, sucking the salty mixture from the cotton gusset until my
hunger was sated.
Then it was over. The dress was paid for, and guilt kicked in.
Katherine stood up abruptly, unsteady on her trembling legs, and
pulled her soaked shorts and panties off without looking at me. A
silent tear trickled down her cheek as she rinsed her shorts under the
tap, wrung them out and eased them back on. She turned away from me,
not wanting me to see the tears on her face. I still saw her shoulders
heave though. I've never heard anyone cry that quietly. I didn't know
what to say or do to comfort her, and when I tried to embrace her she
pushed me away. Pulling herself together, Katherine wiped her tears
and turned to face me. Then, with a strange, sad smile, she tossed me
her panties.
"Here. You can have my knickers if you like. Can't get them back on
now anyway. Should be good for a wank or two, don't you think?"
I clutched her wet panties in my hand.
"So where's that dress then," Katherine muttered.
Chapter 10
I wasn't surprised I didn't hear from Katherine for almost a week.
Seemed she hadn't enjoyed what happened after our shopping trip, and I
suppose the reality of sex for money was harder for her to swallow
than she had expected. I hadn't been too sensitive about it either. I
felt bad about the whole thing, regretting I'd been so selfish and
made her pay such a high price for that dress. The girls had stopped
hanging out in my garden too, and I missed them a lot. I was really
happy when she called, thinking more and more about the nicer moments
we'd shared before lust erased decency.
"Hi Jonathan. It's me. Katherine."
"Oh, hi Katherine." My hands started shaking immediately. "It's so
nice to hear from you. How have you been?"
There was such a long, awkward silence that I panicked.
"Listen, Katherine. I'm really sorry about last time. I don't know
what got into me. I hope you're not..."
"Whatever. It doesn't matter. Listen: I'm going to the beach with
Jenny. Do you want to come?"
"Really?"
"Sure."
"You and Jenny are going to the beach, and you want my company?"
"Well, you see... there's this holiday we're planning and I thought
you might want to... Well, I thought maybe you and I could get it on a
bit. Or else there's no way I'm going to afford the ticket. And since
there's never any privacy with my mum and dad around, I figured the
beach would be ok. We'll just slip away from Jenny when you want to do
it."
"Oh, I see."
"It's not that much money, really. I thought; since you seem to like
me so much and all, you must really want to, well... do me again. I
only need £500. A bargain compared to last time, don't you think? Just
regular fucking, but you can do it to me from behind if you like. Good
view of my bum and all."
I kind of croaked. I'm not sure if it was arousal at her offer or
disappointment at the lack of change in our relationship. I still said
yes, though.
"Will you let me hold your hand and stuff, Katherine? I kind of like
to show you off."
"Oh, God, I hate that. I got all sorts of creepy proposals from your
mates after last time. Fucking perverts! One even walked up to me in
the schoolyard and hit on me in front of my friends. Can you believe
that? Anyway, I'm not your girlfriend so why would you want to pretend
I am?"
"Okay, Katherine. I get the picture."
"Good. So listen: I know this secluded spot where my parents always
go. There's a clearing in the woods close by where no-one will see us.
We'll meet outside the coffee shop, and I'll take you. How soon can
you be there?"
"Um... Half an hour?"
"Okay. See you then. Bye."
I couldn't find my swimming trunks so I arrived a bit late, both
Katherine and Jenny already at the coffee shop. The sun was beating
down, and I felt dizzy when I saw Katherine again. I'd almost
forgotten how pretty she was. Wearing a blue wrap-around and a white
tank-top, she stopped to adjust her ponytail on the way to the beach.
It reminded me of the first time I'd admired her sway-backed figure
doing that in my garden. It seemed like ages ago.
There was a lot of awkwardness between us in the beginning, but
Jenny's aloofness helped us along as she prattled on about films and
pop-star gossip, more or less detached from the tension between
Katherine and me. Soon we all relaxed more, and a light, almost flirty
tone developed between the three of us. Jenny even flipped up her
lime-green summer dress, showing me her ass to illustrate a story
about some guy taking a picture up her skirt. She'd kicked the crap
out of him. Jenny was actually quite funny when you got to know her.
I don't think Katherine hated me. I just think she was angry with me
for having used her with such little compassion. I tried my best to
make amends on the way to the beach that day, showing her lots of
attention, laughing at her jokes and generally being a nice guy. Since
this later proved to be the last day I talked to Katherine, I'm really
glad I did that.
The spot Katherine had talked about was perfect, secluded from the
rest of the beach yet close enough to the water for the girls to go
swimming. I had to promise to stay put since Rachel was somewhere at
the beach with her friends, and Katherine didn't want her to see me.
Katherine rummaged through her bag, and I watched as Jenny pulled off
her summer dress to reveal a white lace-up bikini, a large red
strawberry adorning both the front and back of her bikini bottoms. I
had to admit I could understand men's fascination with her. Jenny's
lazy, sensual movements and lithe, thin body seemed the very hallmark
of adolescent beauty. I still thought she was no match for Katherine
though; standing tall and thin in a dark blue hot-pants bikini with
white trimmings. She made me tingle, and when she bent over I stared
at her beautiful, tight behind. I'd seen Katherine in hot-pants
before, and the memory, no matter how sordid, gave me a hard-on.
"I think he likes you," Jenny giggled.
"Really? Think so?"
Katherine laughed and winked at me. I liked that. Lying beside
Katherine I was shielded from the sight of Jenny and her lovely little
lace-up bikini, although the thought of how easy it would be to pull
those strings and peel away the little triangles of white fabric
crossed my mind more than once. Being at the beach with two fourteen-
year-old girls can put quite a strain on a guy.
It was great lying next to Katherine, having all the time in the world
to study her. She was lying on her back, eyes closed and looking
peaceful and relaxed. I loved the way stray strands of hair would
tickle her nose, making her abruptly twitch it every now and then.
There was something almost childish about her mouth, her front teeth
seemed slightly large and her lips softer and more relaxed than an
adult's.
With the sun beating down on us I saw little beads of sweat forming on
her flat belly, tiny droplets trickling slowly down her side onto the
towel below. Her pubic mound was clearly defined against her bikini
bottoms and I tried to remember what she tasted like. She was so thin
that the waist of her bikini made a clear bridge from hipbone to
hipbone, never touching her smooth belly. She was such a perfect
little girl.
Katherine rolled over onto her tummy and grabbed some kind of teen
magazine from her bag. Intent on reading about pop-stars and fashion,
she rested her head in her hands and squinted at the pages. She blew
hair from her face, finally brushing it away, making it stick to her
sweaty forehead. The sway of her back accentuated her round, firm
butt. I couldn't believe how cute her feet looked; her little pink
toes curling and stretching. I found it amazing how both feet would
point inwards when she was lying on her tummy. It seemed unnatural to
me. Cute though. A small strip of darkened lycra in the valley between
her buttocks made me remember the salty taste of her warm behind. It
was a warm day, and Katherine was definitely hot.
Jenny kept chewing strawberry bubblegum, cursing when a huge, pink
bubble burst leaving sticky gum on the tip of her nose and in her
hair. She decided to go for a swim instead. With Jenny out of the way
I picked up my courage and reached out to touch Katherine. When I
touched her arched back she gave a sudden start.
"Hey!"
"Do you mind? With Jenny gone for a while I thought I might... Well,
you know..."
"No, that's okay. You just startled me. Give me a minute or two to
finish this, and I'll be right with you."
Katherine wasn't ready to leave her magazine just yet. I stroked her
thin thighs and calves as she lay there reading, moving down to those
cute little feet in their impossible inwards-pointing position. Gently
lifting her left foot, I kissed the soft, pink sole of it. She wiggled
her little toes at me, seemingly enjoying the attention I was giving
her. She had been wearing sandals, and the smell of her feet felt both
intoxicating and strangely intimate. I sucked on some of her cute
little button toes, and she giggled a bit.
"Mmmm... That's really nice Jonathan. Do it some more."
So I did the same to her right foot, and she purred like a kitten and
seemed to enjoy that too. I had this strange desire to play on the
soft little toes of her upturned feet like they were piano keys.
Really weird, so I never did.
"Want fuck me now or what?" she asked.
"Ummm... yes?"
"Okay. Come on then. We'll do it now before Jenny comes back."
Katherine jumped up and grabbed Jenny's large beach towel. She seemed
surprisingly eager for someone selling sex. Less teasing now. More
involved. It made me happy. She took my hand and led me to a place in
the woods not far off. Totally secluded, the grass was soft and green,
some flowers tinting the air with their late summer scent.
"I've always wanted to do it here," Katherine said. " A bit silly
really, but it's kind of a romantic place for me, I guess. We always
went to the beach when I was a kid, and I used to go here to play and
to, well... touch myself when I got older. Of course then Rachel
surprised me one day and told my mum. Mum didn't say anything, but I
was always too embarrassed after that. Like I was telling my whole
family what I was doing by going here. But I've always wanted to fuck
for real, just here."
I could hardly bear the forbidden image young Katherine - maybe eleven
or twelve - sneaking up here to explore herself. Pulling down her
bikini bottoms and... "Hellooo! Are you with me Jonathan?"
"Hmmm...? Yes! Yes of course."
"We'd better hurry. You never know. Someone might come by, and I'd
just die if someone saw us."
Spreading the towel on the grass, Katherine positioned herself on her
elbows and knees without asking, assuming I'd want to do it the way
she had suggested on the phone. Resting her head on her forearms,
Katherine arched her back deliciously, shoving her ass in the air for
me to admire. Her eyes were closed and she kept her position
passively. I wondered if she preferred it that way. If she preferred
me to be the active one while basking in the attention and my lust for
her. It seemed in keeping with her earlier actions. Except when I'd
made her act like a sexually aggressive lolita of course. But then she
didn't like that.
I caressed her thighs; her warm, tanned skin, damp with perspiration.
Even though I'd seen it so many times, admiring her taut little bottom
straining against her bikini hot-pants still gave me the shivers. The
darkened V of her sweat soaked bikini bottoms seemed like the point of
an arrow, directing me from the small of her back, along the crack of
her ass and down between her legs. I knew where to go without
directions, but it still looked sexy.
As I peeled her bikini bottoms down, Katherine purred again, the
glistening of her tight little pussy told me she was more than ready.
The heady scent of her aroused little cunt seemed far sweeter to me
than that of the flowers surrounding us. I gently traced my tongue
down the sweaty crack of her bum towards her pussy. Katherine moaned
and squirmed as I licked her, the thick, sticky juices of her cunt
like a warm, slick pool around my tongue. The sweet, soft folds of her
sex gave way, and I lightly twirled my tongue around her hard little
bud.
"Nnngggh... Oh God! That's lovely, Jonathan. Oh yes... Ooohhh... Don't
stop. Please don't stop. Aaahhh..."
There was no need for her to say that. I wasn't about to stop lapping
her sweet, sticky cunt before I had to. Just before Katherine came, I
slipped a slick finger carefully, ever so slowly, into her tight ass.
She moaned even deeper when she felt that, her thighs quivering as her
body tightened in pleasure. With a grunt she came, her arsehole
spasming hard around my invading finger as she erratically pushed her
cunt back at my lapping, rolling tongue.
Katherine took a while to come down from her orgasm, pushing me gently
away when my tongue became too much for her sensitive pussy. I stroked
her thighs and back instead. I bowed down to this fantastic little
teen girl, sucking on her toes again, slobbering her own pussy juice
over them, licking the length of her soles.
"Oh, my God," Katherine whimpered. "I thought you were just going to
fuck me. That was wonderful. Thank you. Thank you so much."
Katherine sat herself up. Resting sideways on her calves, head cocked
to one side and with her hands neatly in her lap, Katherine would have
seemed almost serene had her bikini bottoms not been around her knees.
She sighed and smiled the cutest smile I have ever seen, her pretty
face flushed beneath the tan. Then she pulled my swimming shorts down
and took a firm grip around my shaft with her small hand.
"Now I haven't done this before, so don't expect miracles," Katherine
muttered, and then she opened her pouty lips and sucked me into her
mouth.
It may not have been a miracle, but it was certainly close enough for
me. Her mouth felt hot and wet, and she used her tongue with such
deftness, all the while slowly moving her hand up and down my shaft. I
hated that she'd probably learned this from watching porn. In some
ways it was the most soft and careful blowjob I've ever had.
Katherine's motions seemed almost wary, and yet it still felt just
right. But more than anything it turned me on that she was willing to
taste me like I had tasted her. That she would flick her tongue around
the sticky head of my cock even though I hadn't asked her to. It
didn't last long though. After a few minutes of bliss she let my cock
slowly slip from her mouth with a slurp, her lips following every
contour of my cock on it's way out.
"Sorry," she said. "Makes my jaw ache. Anyway, I want you inside me so
I can feel you properly. Although I bet you forgot the condoms again,
didn't you?"
Damn!
"I knew it!" Katherine laughed. "Jenny bet me ten quid, you know. She
figured you couldn't possibly forget after last time. I knew you would
though. You loose all focus when I say you can fuck me."
"Sorry."
"Doesn't matter. We'll just do it like we did last time. You know:
fuck me, and then pull out when you need to cum. Just be careful.
Forget what I said after last time. You know: about hoping you
wouldn't make it. You're not getting me pregnant, okay? You have to
promise me that."
"I promise."
I wonder how many guys have said that.
Katherine resumed her position on the towel. Resting on her knees and
elbows, sticking her sweet little ass and cunt high in the air.
Kicking off my swimming shorts, I fell to my knees behind her, cock in
hand. I positioned myself, slowly entered her gripping, wet pussy from
behind.
"Nnggg... Oh, that's lovely. I can feel you all the way up me. Kind of
throbbing and... Mmm..."
I moved in and out of Katherine's warm, tight cunt, my cock soon
tingling dangerously close to spewing its load inside her. Holding on
to her hips, I rocked her back at me, staring with fascination at my
own, wet cock moving between her slick, tight pussylips.
"Are you sure you can nnnggghh... pull out, Jonathan? You can make it,
right? You won't uuuhhhh... cum ooohhhh... inside me?"
I was trying hard not to, perspiration trickling down my forehead as I
fought the need to shoot my load up her pussy. Her little girl voice
pleading me not to cum didn't make it any easier. Her tight little
cunt and her beautiful teen body in such a sexy position was soon
going to make it impossible. My head was swimming and my only focus
was my dick and the tingling, sucking, warm sensation of Katherine's
pussy.
"Please, Johnathan. Please? Uuuggghhh... Don't... don't shoot your cum
in my pussy? You... oh God... you can't... Please? Please take it
out."
She made no attempt to move away from me, softly rocking against me
instead. I needed this to last longer. I thought I could make it.
Katherine moved one hand to her pussy, alternating between stimulating
herself and feeling my slick shaft moving into her cunt.
"Just a little bit more, Katherine. You're just... It's so good."
"Just a little bit, okay? I'll... nnnggghhh... I'll wank you off, I
promise. Uunnggg... I'll let you cum on my face, and... uuuhhh."
When Katherine came her pussy spasmed around me, and there was no way
for me to hold back. As her body shivered in orgasm, several thick
spurts of my heavy cum shot into her gripping pussy before I managed
to withdraw. Through half-shut eyes I watched in confusion as sticky,
white spunk dribbled from her open pussy while I fisted my cock,
spurting the remains of my semen over Katherine's upturned ass and the
small of her back. Thick gobs of spunk slid slowly down her back,
finally darkening the broad lycra straps of her bikini top with it's
sticky fluid.
I rubbed my cock in her bum-crack, pressing her buttocks together to
engulf my member. The final squirts of my cum dribbled down her ass -
droplets pooling in the slight cavity of her anus, the rest running
down to meet Katherine's fingers which had now entered her hairless
pussy. Slowly it dribbled from her fingers and into the stretched
bikini-bottoms between her knees. Katherine's long, drawn out moan
came to an end. Gasping with exhaustion, she collapsed face down onto
the towel below, her hand now slack between her splayed thighs, cum
dribbling from her pussy down into her palm.
"You came in my twat, didn't you?" Her face was buried in Jenny's
ruffled beach towel, and her voice just seemed tired. "I mean: I felt
your cum on my ass, but I kind of felt some warm squirts inside me
first."
"I think so. I'm sorry Katherine. It's just..."
"Don't worry. I doesn't matter, I guess. It felt really good, and
anyway, I think I'm in a safe period. That's why I let you do it
without a condom. I'm sure it'll be okay."
Pulling her sticky bikini bottoms up, Katherine seemed happy and
relaxed - like a spring hand uncoiled inside her.
"I'm not swimming today," she smiled. "I want to feel your cum dribble
from my pussy."
Chapter 11
We got back just as Jenny returned from her swim, all wet and
shivering.
"The waters not cold, really. I just stayed in too long. There was
this cute boy coming on to me. Anyway, you guys seem happy?"
"Mhm," Katherine smiled lazily.
I wiped the cum off Katherine's back with my towel, a bit embarrassed
that Jenny would see such evidence. She didn't seem to notice, though.
As usual, Jenny seemed preoccupied with something other than the
people around her. She spread her towel and lay down on her back with
her eyes closed, letting the sun dry her wet, glistening body. She
stretched and yawned like a lazy kitten, running her hand distractedly
across her towel in search of her magazine. Suddenly her movements
stopped, she frowned and abruptly sat up.
"Eeewww you guys. Is this cum on my arm?"
Jenny eyed he semen streaked forearm with distaste.
"Ooops. Sorry Jenny," Katherine giggled, blushing. "We kind of
borrowed your towel. It's so big, you see."
"Yeah, well. I'm glad you had a good time and all, but you should have
used your own, you twit. This one reminds me of my bedspread now. It's
just so... yucky!"
Muttering curses, Jenny flipped her beach towel around. Katherine and
I looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Yeah, yeah. It's all very funny," Jenny muttered, but her irritation
seemed defused by our amusement.
Closing her eyes, Jenny let the sun do it's work on her wet body.
Katherine shared her teeny-magazine with me since I'd forgotten to
bring anything to read myself. Although I didn't know whom half of
these people were, Katherine patiently explained them to me. Her
knowledge of film and pop stars seemed vast, and yet what she told me
was so charmingly sweet and naive, almost as glossy as the magazine
itself. I felt like an old cynic.
Although I'd been with Katherine not long ago, just lying there and
chatting with her - having her smile and laugh with me - was a truly
erotic experience. I just couldn't keep my hands off her, stroking her
back and her hair, trailing a finger down her arm and generally being
a love-sick idiot. Being so close to her was turning me on again, and
I whispered so in her ear. She giggled and rolled over to her side,
curling up to me and grinding her bum against my rising cock. Reaching
over her, I caressed her belly, slipping my hand beneath the tight
lycra of her bikini top to feel her small tits.
By the time I had my hand inside Katherine's bikini bottoms, fingering
her cum-soaked cunt and listening to her heavy breathing, I had more
or less shut out my surroundings. I was moving hard against her ass,
seriously considering pulling down her bikini and fucking her again.
Jenny's voice made me jump.
"Hey, Katherine! I'm still here, you know. If you're going to let him
play with your twat, I wish you'd at least stop with the panting and
moaning. It's like you're going to shag any moment, and I really don't
want to be here when you do that. Okay?"
"Sorry Jenny."
Katherine pulled my hand from her cunt and sucked on my fingers,
smacking her lips deliberately.
"Jesus Christ!" Jenny muttered, rolling over onto her belly and facing
away from us.
"Let's go back to the woods, Jonathan. I want to do it again."
Not waiting for my reply, Katherine was up and away before I could
adjust my hard-on properly. I was afraid I might cum in my pants if I
wasn't careful.
As I was about to get up and follow Katherine, I heard a voice. Shit!
It was Rachel! I could hear her annoying, childlike voice just beyond
the bushes behind us:
"Katherine! What are you doing here?"
"Oh my God!" Katherine squealed. "Rachel! You... You startled me."
Katherine's voice sounded nervous and shrill, and Jenny motioned for
me to be quiet. Rachel couldn't see us, and there was no doubt that
was for the better.
"I though you were going over to Jenny's." Rachel didn't sound
suspicious. Just surprised.
"I... um... Jenny wasn't home. So I kind of.. Well, I decided to go
and, um... find you instead."
"Yeah, well. I was over on the other side. And anyway, you're too
late. Mum said we should be home by four, remember?"
"Oh, right. Let's um... Let's go then."
"Aren't you going to get your stuff?"
"My stuff? I didn't bring any. Let's just go, okay?"
"You're so weird Katherine."
To my dismay I heard the two of them leave. No doubt that was the
safest thing for Katherine to do, but I was half hoping she'd think up
some excuse and return. At least to say goodbye. She didn't. I can see
how she wouldn't risk it, but the fact that she didn't still makes me
sad.
"Well, that kind of left you hanging, didn't it?" Jenny looked at me
with sparkling eyes. The situation seemed to amuse her. "Anyway, we'd
better stay here a while so we don't bump into them."
Seemed like a good idea. My only problem was that I was horny as hell,
and I needed release. I seriously considered sneaking away for a quick
wank, but that just seemed too embarrassing. Jenny would surely know
what I was up to, and she could be pretty spiteful in her comments.
Not that I had forgotten Katherine or the closeness we had just
shared, but I was seriously horny, and Jenny was looking pretty good
right now. I kept casting long looks at her tight body basking in the
sun, her calves swaying slowly in the air as she lay on her belly
reading. Her ass was as perfect as Katherine's, I realized. The cute
strawberry on her bikini moving as she lazily flexed her buttocks
every once in a while. She was chewing gum again, sticking the tip of
her tongue out to catch the bubbles as they burst. Pretending my eyes
were closed, I squinted at her, letting my eyes roam her tight, thin
body. I was fidgety and restless, hard-on drooling in my shorts.
Suddenly Jenny sighed and turned to me.
"Will you stop with the peeping-tom act already? I'm right here. If
you want to gawk at me then by all means do - I don't mind. Just don't
pretend that you're not. You're not fooling anyone. Makes you seem
like a dirty old man."
Whoops! Jenny might be easily distracted, but she wasn't naive. She
knew guys liked to look at her, and to me it seemed she must have some
sort of internal radar. How the hell did she know?
"Sorry Jenny. It's just that... Well, like you said: Katherine sort of
left me hanging here, and you're pretty hard to overlook when I'm in
this state."
Jenny sighed again. Deeper this time, like she was thoroughly bored
with the situation. I wasn't. I desperately wanted to fuck her, even
if she was Katherine's best friend. Or maybe because she was
Katherine's best friend.
"Look, Jonathan. We both know you'll be over here trying to grope me
soon, so why don't we get this over with. I'm still a virgin, and I
don't give blowjobs, okay? There's *no way* you'll get to fuck me, so
it's probably best you take care of that hard-on yourself. You don't
have to leave or anything - I'll just turn away and let you do your
business. Then maybe I can get some peace and quite around here."
With Jenny talking this frankly, I thought maybe I could take things a
bit further than that. I felt she had no right being this bitchy,
although in hindsight I suppose she did. I wasn't going to let her off
the hook this easily though. And the best thing was that Katherine
would never know. She had said so herself: 'Jenny never tells'.
"You know, Jenny. You've been borrowing a lot of money off me these
last months. Since you were the one who put Katherine up to this whole
'sex for money' thing, you don't think you might want to... umm... pay
me back a little? You know... give me a hand here?"
"Really, Jonathan!" Jenny huffed. Then, after a short while, she
seemed to reconsider. "You know, you've always been nice to us,
Jonathan. I mean: Rachel was a total bitch about you peeking up our
skirts and stuff - like it was really creepy or something - and yet
you were still nice to us. I feel kind of bad about telling Katherine
you should pay her too, especially since you always give me money and
I never pay you back."
She stretched her lithe little body as she spoke, her protruding
hipbones made her belly seem almost concave in her current position.
She wasn't skinny, but she sure was thin. I didn't really care about
Jenny's views on me. I was thinking with my dick, and all I wanted was
to get off.
"Thanks," I said impatiently.
"I can see you're getting impatient, so I'll get straight to the
point. I think you've put up with a lot of shit from us girls. It's
pretty obvious that Katherine left you in quite a state, so I will
help you out. Now, I don't know what you want, but maybe you'd like to
jerk off on me or something? But you have to, like, absolutely,
totally swear that you'll never tell Katherine."
"Are you crazy? Why would I tell Katherine?"
"Right. Why would you tell? - Okay. So like I said: I don't fuck and I
don't give blowjobs. And I don't want you feeling me up or anything.
I'm not a prude, though, so you can cum anywhere you like and I won't
mind. Even in my face if you want."
Jenny's voice was strangely business-like and her eyes actually darted
to the pages of her magazine as she spoke. Christ, I felt sorry for
any man in love with such an distant girl.
"Oh and I don't mind wanking you off either, if you really think I can
do it better than you can yourself. I really doubt that, but most guys
seem to prefer that I do it. Seems a bit strange to me really, but I
guess it's a status thing."
Jenny sat herself beside me, her legs crossed and head cocked to one
side. Sprawled on the towel, I pushed my shorts down to reveal my
straining hard-on, the head glistening with pre-cum. I led her small
hand towards my cock, wrapping her passive fingers around my jerking,
straining member. Jenny smiled faintly, tracing her fingers up and
down, feeling the uneven shaft as I let her hand go. Then she gripped
it expertly and started to move her hand slowly and evenly up and
down. I gasped.
"Mmm... I think Katherine really turned you on, didn't she. She's
pretty hot, I'll grant her that. So how was she? Was she tight? Bet
she's a good fuck. Made you cum really fast, right?"
I didn't answer, and I don't think Jenny was really asking either. She
knew she was turning me on with her talk.
"Can't believe the mess you guys left in my bedroom the other day. I
mean: it's kind of hot knowing you fucked my friend on my bed and all,
but I can't believe she let you squirt cum on my knickers. I still
wore them to school you know, your cum all over my little schoolgirl
twat."
I gasped as her hand moved up and down my cock, her hand-job firm and
teasingly slow. I stared at her tiny little tits beneath her bikini
and her taut, flat tummy. Her thin arm moved steadily up and down, up
and down. All the while, images of Jenny wearing her dirty knickers to
school flashed through my mind, then suppressed by thoughts of fucking
Katherine - squirting my cum all over her. I moved erratically against
Jenny's hand. I wasn't going to last.
"Made her act like a real slut, didn't you? Getting her to wet her
knickers and all. Katherine told me she even let you fuck her up the
arse. Can't imagine what that must be like. Must be really strange
having someone squirt all that gooey stuff up your bum. Bet she's
really tight back there. Bet she... Oh! Here we go!"
I came hard. I felt my balls tighten and my cock jerk in Jenny's fist.
My cum spewed out, and Jenny directed it towards her body. As her hand
kept moving I shot my load of sticky cum all over her bikini top and
her belly. I moved helplessly against her jerking fist as my sperm
covered her little teen body, dribbling down from her chest and belly
to soak into her bikini bottoms. Her eyes were on my cock, following
the arches of semen splattering her body. My final spurts jerked up
her thigh, the white fluid streaks a sticky contrast to her tanned
skin. As my cock lay shrivelling in a pool of cum on her thigh, she
stroked it gently with an open hand.
"Mmm... that's better, isn't it. You really needed that." Looking down
at herself she touched her bikini and giggled. "Look," she said.
"Strawberries and cream."
I couldn't believe Jenny had managed to stay a virgin.
***************
After half an hour or so Jenny and I decided it was safe to leave. She
wouldn't let me walk her home since it might start her neighbours
talking, so she walked me home instead. As she was about to leave, I
gave her £500 to give to Katherine.
"You don't have to do this, you know," Jenny said. "She actually likes
you. She was only being cruel because you acted like such a wanker
last week."
"Thank you, Jenny. But I want her to have it. Tell her to have a good
time, and that I hope she calls when she gets back."
"Expensive habit, isn't she?"
"Oh, I don't know. Seems to me Katherine and I kind of split the bill.
I'd have priced her innocence higher, actually."
"You're okay, Jonathan. A bit wet, but okay. Katherine is lucky. And
that dress you gave her was fucking unbelievable. Too bad you're so
old."
"I came inside her. I wasn't using protection, and I came inside her.
Tell her I'm sorry about that."
"I will. Christ, you're such an idiot. I'm so glad I've decided to
stay a virgin. How could you do that?"
"I couldn't help myself. It was Katherine."
"Yeah, well. You'd have fucked me too if I'd let you."
Epilogue
Katherine never called me. When I finally broke down and phoned her
house, Rachel picked up. She told me never to call again or she'd tell
her parents. I never tried again after that. A few weeks later I ran
into Jenny, and she told me what had happened:
Katherine's mum had found out she'd had been having sex. According to
Jenny, this was not surprising since she'd walked into the house with
my dried semen down both legs. Since Katherine was underage her mum
kicked up a stink, finally calling in the police when Katherine
wouldn't say whom her lover was. Even then, Katherine never told them
it was me. Rachel knew though, and the only way Katherine could keep
her quiet was to promise not to see me again.
I had a thousand questions, but Jenny couldn't tell me more. She knew
Katherine was okay since she saw her at school every day, but that was
pretty much it. She wasn't on speaking terms with Katherine anymore.
Not after they'd had a violent quarrel about the guy Jenny was seeing.
Although Jenny wouldn't tell me about it, she seemed sad.
Jenny summed it up as she left: "This whole thing has turned into
shit."
I dismantled the trampoline that autumn, the air sickly sweet with the
smell of decaying cherries on the ground. It's still in my shed, and
if I ever put it up again, I think that's when I'll know I'm over
Katherine. When I missed her the most I wished she'd got pregnant that
day at the beach. That way we would have had an unbreakable bond
between us.
It's been a while, and I've done some thinking. I've realised that
even if I'd been able to marry Katherine, it still wouldn't have been
enough for me. I wanted to own her completely - to crawl under her
skin and stay there. Sometimes I think the only way it would have been
enough was if I'd actually *been* Katherine. Then all things about her
would have been as mundane to me as they are to her.
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