Junior High Neighborhood Slut

Lisa was a pretty girl in the neighborhood who lived next door. She and her best friend, Sarah, always played to- gether around the house and rode their bikes or took walks around the neighborhood. They were both young and nubile little nymphs around thirteen or fourteen-years-old. Although they had well developed young bodies they were not the glamorous or cheerleader type-the kind that wears lots of make-up and goes out on dates. Instead, these girls were good in school and didn’t hang out with the ‘popular’ crowds. But that doesn’t mean they didn’t have the same intense sexual longings of other, more ‘popular’ girls.

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

Lisa had a shorter, more compact body, with short blond hair, freckles and braces on her teeth. She looked like she would get heavy as she got older, but now was beautifully proportioned as only young girls can be. Her bright and bubbly personality seemed to make her per- petually smile. Both of the girls had round, nicely developed asses and large breasts for their age. Their breasts tended to stand straight out from the chest, like ripening melons, starting full and tapering to rounded points tipped with long nipples. Like most of the young girls around the neighborhood they seldom wore bras during the summer, preferring to wear halter tops and swim suit tops, or just letting their breast bounce freely beneath their summer T-shirts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s kinda hot out here,” I said after a little conversation. “You girls want to come inside for a cool drink?”

“Sure,” Lisa said with a grin, exchanging looks with her friend.

We went into the kitchen where I fixed a pitcher of lemonade and we took it downstairs to the den, a room I had recently finished in the basement. It was cool and a little dark, but comfortable and, most of all, private.

A couch, over-stuffed chair, several tables and lamps, bookcase, television, and stereo furnished the room.

We sat together on the floor, our backs against the couch, sipping our drinks and talking, the girls next to each other and me on the end.

“So, tell me about your summer so far,” I said.

“There’s not much to tell,” Sarah answered. “We just kinda hang around, lay out in the sun and go swimming sometimes. It’s really boring.”

“What,” I teased, “no boyfriends?”

“We’ve never had a boyfriend,” said Lisa. “Boys don’t seem interested in us.”

I looked at them frankly, openly, taking in their young, nubile bodies. “That’s hard to believe,” I said, “two girls like you with those incredible bodies. They must be blind or stupid. How do you feel about that.”

“It’s frustrating,” said Sarah. “We listen to the other girls at school talk about the boys they go our with and the things they do. We wish we had a boy we could, you know, do some things with…”

“Like what?” I asked.

“Well, the girls get together, usually in the bathroom or in the hall by the lockers and talk about, you know, kissing…and stuff.”

“Stuff?”

Sarah looked a little embarrassed.

“Like, kissing and…having a boy, you know, touch you…on your breasts and stuff.”

“You’ve never kissed anyone or had anyone play with your breasts?”

“Well, sometimes I sleep over at Lisa’s house and we pretend.” She looked over at her friend and smiled.

“What do you mean?” I was puzzled.

“Well, when we go to bed at night one of us pretends she’s a boy and we kiss…and stuff.”

“You mean kiss and play with each others’ breasts?”

She smiled shyly. “Uh huh…it’s fun. It makes us feel good.”

“When you do it do you feel good down between your legs…in your pussy?”

I wanted them to hear the words and not be afraid to talk about it. I looked over at Lisa, who hadn’t said much.

“What else do you do?” I asked her.

“Well, when she slept over last week we touched each other…you know…between the legs. It got so wet…I guess it’s supposed too, huh.”

“Tell me about it.”

“We sleep in my big bed and usually wear panties and a shirt. We lay together face to face and practice kissing and using our tongues. After a while we both get pretty excited, so one of us will put our hands underneath the other’s shirt and play with her breasts…and nipples. Usually we’ll take our shirts off after a while…that makes it easier.”

“I’ve heard boys like to use their mouths and lick and suck on a girls’ nipples, so we do that, too. It feels really good. We usually take turns being the boy and girl so we each can have our nipples licked.”

Lisa smiled at Sarah. I could tell they enjoyed each other. “Then, who’s ever playing the boy will lay down on top of the other, between her legs like a boy does, and pretends they’re putting their…you know, thing…into the girl.”

“You mean cock, penis,” I said. The more we talked, the more open the girls became, and I wanted them to use the right sexual words.

“Yeah, cock,” Lisa said with a shy smile. “We kinda rub our…pussies together and that feels really good, too.”

“Last week we found it felt the best when we used our fingers on each other,” added Sarah. “While we were kissing Lisa put her hand on my panties between my legs and started rubbing me there. God, it felt soooo…good I didn’t want her to stop. I started to do the same thing to her. She got really wet there…so did I,” she laughed.

“We took our panties off right away and put our fingers inside each others’…pussy. I guess that’s where a boy’s cock goes.”

“It’s called ‘finger-fucking’,” I explained, “and boys like to do that to girls. Girls like to do that to each other, too. It makes them feel good. I want both of you to say it.”

They did.

“Well, we found out we like to do it. We kinda did it all night, finger-fucking each other. Even in the morning, I had this funny feeling when I woke up and found Lisa with her hand between my legs, making me feel good. I did her, too.”

“Did her?” I asked.

“Well, finger-fucked her,” Sarah corrected herself. “We know it feels really good when we kiss and pretend with each other, but we’ve never had a boy do it to us.”

“Would you like to try it with a boy?” I asked quietly. “With me?” They were still for a minute and looked at each other. They knew what I was saying.

Sarah, who was sitting cross-legged next to me said, “Sure.” We leaned our heads together and our lips met. Her mouth was closed, at first, but opened when it felt the insistent probing of my tongue. When she felt my tongue slide into her mouth she pushed her face hard against mine, con- necting our mouths forcefully, her own tongue pushing past mine to explore my mouth.

I put my hand to the side of her face, caressing her smooth cheek, pulling her mouth to mine. She was eager, and I could sense the pent up flood of sexual energy about to burst within her. After a few minutes we pulled apart.

“Mmm…that tastes good,” she grinned.

“Now, do me,” Lisa insisted as she got up and sat down on the other side of me.

I pulled Lisa’s mouth to mine, and her kissing was equally as passionate and erotic as Sarah’s.

I sat back.

“You’ve each kissed me,” I said, “now, I’d like to see you kiss each other.”

The two girls looked at each other and smiled. Leaning across my body they embraced, mouths connecting and tongues busy licking and sucking inside each others’ mouths. It was fun to watch.

“I like kissing boys and girls,” Sarah said, grinning.

“Mmm…me too,” said Lisa.

Taking turns we continued to kiss, freely and openly, enjoying the searching tongues and hot, wet mouths. God, I was getting horny. The girls were, too.

Kissing Sarah again, I slid my hands up under her short, little top and began to caress her firm, bare breasts. Her body gave a little start at the first touch of my fingers, but immediately relaxed as the thrill of sexual excitement flooded her breasts and filled her young body, centering in that delicious place between her legs. I slipped my thumbs back and forth over her puckered little nipples and they immediately grew hard and firm from the manipula- tion of my fingers. I could feel her press her chest against the action of my hands and fingers, wanting to increase the electric sensations jolting through her.

“Mmmm…” I could hear and feel her moan through our joined mouths as we licked and probed with our tongues. Her breasts felt incredibly firm, yet round and smooth. I ran my fingers lightly along the sides and under- neath each tender mound, skimming them slowly forward to the tips of her hardened nipples, my thumbs never leaving that sensitive area. Then underneath and up again, following the downward curve, caressing every sweet inch of her full, young breasts.

I pulled away from her mouth.

“You have great breasts,” I said, my hands still roaming freely underneath her top. “Mmm…it feels so good to touch them, feel them. Do you like it?”

“…feels so good. I’ve always wanted a guy to feel my tits like this,” she moaned, her head tilted back slightly and eyes closed, concentrating on erotic feelings generated by my fingers plucking at her nipples.

I turned to Lisa, sitting next to me.

“Would you like me to do this to you?”

She nodded.

“Take your top off.”

Shyly, hesitantly, the young fourteen- year-old girl crossed her arms in front of her, grasped the bottom of her top and pulled it up and over her head.

Her breasts were as full and ripe as her friends. The large, pink nipples extended from the tips, hard and firm from the arousal of watching us. A look of anticipation and anxiety crossed her face. I could see she was breathing faster.

I dropped my hands from Sarah’s front, turned, and immediately closed my hands over the front of each young breast as they stood out from Lisa’s chest. I heard her gasp as the roughened palms of my hands made circles over her nipples. She liked that.

We kissed again, my hands never stopping their caresses as I felt every inch of her sweet breast mounds. Like Sarah, she pushed forward to increase the stimulation on her nipples, looking down and watching as I played with her sensitive breasts.

Breaking the connection of our mouths, I leaned down and licked over her nipples with my tongue, taking each into my mouth and gently suck- ing and biting. The salty taste of her smooth, young skin was wonderful. A loud moan came from her mouth as the increased sensations washed over her. Her young body was responding rapidly to the manipulation of my fingers and tongue, and I knew her pussy was getting wet.

After a minute my head came away from her nipples and I looked back over at Sarah. She had also slipped her top off and her young breasts pushed out from her front, naked and inviting, nipples aching to be licked and sucked.

I turned to her, letting my mouth move over each mound. Back and forth, between the two young girls, I used my mouth, tongue, and lips on their breasts and nipples, sexually arousing and exciting the young girls as they’d never been before. Increasingly, their moans of pleasure became louder, more hurried, more wanting, and I felt bad I couldn’t stimulate both at the same time.

Sitting back for a minute, I looked at them.

“I can tell you enjoy me doing that; I’d like to see you do it to each other.”

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