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 This story is a fantasy.  It involves pedophilia which is illegal in most
legal jurisdictions.  Don't try to act out these fantasies.  This story is
copyrighted by d_copperfeel.  ---------

   This is a continuation of my previous story "Muscadine Trees".
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   The first day of high school wasn't the terror-filled ordeal that some
people had led me to believe.  I made it through the entire day without
being assaulted by marauding seniors or savage football players.  In fact,
it was more or less a blur of instructions about what supplies we would be
needing and then, after an hour, moving out of one room and trying to find
the room where your next teacher went through the same list of
instructions.

   At our school, we had six classes per day, each one lasting 50 minutes
with a ten minute break in between, just enough time to go to the toilet
and then get to your next class.  The first class of the day was known as
"home room." In home room, the teacher had role call and then a few of the
students left to go to another class and a few more came in to replace
them. I didn't totally understand that procedure but it somehow balanced
out the number of students in class with the required classes that each
student needed.  A few of the students that came in were actually
upperclassmen who needed the credit for that subject.

   My home room teacher was a man named Mr.Davies.  I remained in his room
after role call for a class on World History, a subject for which Mr. 
Davies had a real passion.  I had always liked history and had read a lot
of history so I would become one of his top students. Also in the class
were several of my friends from my old school, Southside Middle School. 
Some of us had been together since kindergarten.  Other students in the
class had attended one of the other two middle schools that sent their
graduates to Riverside High.

   When I arrived for the class, I chose a desk in the row closest to the
windows.  I sat in the sixth desk back from the front and my friend David
sat just in front of me.  Behind me were two empty desks and the last desk
in the row was occupied by some surly fat kid from Carlson Middle.

   I think there were six rows of desks between the window wall and the
wall that contained the entry door.  The first two rows closest to the
windows was mostly boys, the next two was a mix and then the last two rows
closest to the door were all girls.

   Of course, some of the girls were girls that I had known all my life and
I had basically never had much sexual interest in any of them, although I
did have unrequited crushes on a couple of them at one time or another. 
Also in the class were some new girls from Carlson and Riverside Middle. 
Most of them were not very exciting but there were a few that were just
totally hot.  Since Riverside was a public and secular high school we
weren't required to wear uniforms and the style of that day for girls was
definitely miniskirts.  A quick glance around found only three girls
wearing pants and the other 17 were wearing miniskirts of varying lengths.
Some wore the mini better (and shorter) than others.

   Among the girls in my history class was my neighbor, Kimberly Harrison.
Kimberly was a pretty, petite blonde who was very intelligent and very
popular.  She was not only a top student but was also on the junior varsity
football cheerleading squad.  Her golden naturally blonde hair had been
cropped short for the Summer but by now had grown out to shoulder length.
Kimberly was still mostly undeveloped on top but had a very womanly
derriere and firm, athletic legs.  She didn't know it, but during the
Summer vacation I had experienced my first blowjob with her eleven year old
sister, Karen.

   After home room, my next class was English.  English was the one class
that was required of each student for all four years of high school.  In
this class, the teacher required us to sit in alphabetical order and I
ended up seated behind a girl named Carla Benton.  Carla was from Riverside
Middle and she was gorgeous.  She had dark brown hair down to her shoulder
blades and brown eyes with dark sculptured eye brows.  Her parents had some
money and she was always extremely well dressed.  Her body was incredible
for a freshman girl.  She was about three inches shorter than me and had a
womanly figure with plump A-cup breasts and a well rounded behind,
separated by a slender, tight waist.  Carla was also in my first period
History class.  The thing that surprised me about Carla was that she was
very friendly to me.  After a while, when I started to stand out in History
class, she would discuss the class with me and ask how I got to be so smart
about such a dull subject.  Unfortunately for my budding lust, Carla was
going steady with a sixteen year old junior boy who was a star on the
varsity football team.

   My last class of the day was Biology.  Once again both Kimberly and
Carla were in the class, but I was separated from them by several lab
tables.  I sat at a table with my friend David who was a good guy but kind
of a nerd.

   On the third day of classes, Mr.  Davies was giving his usual lecture
about some important day in History.  I would occasionally glance outside
and daydream about things in the past or in the future.  At one point I
looked toward the other side of the room and there was Carla Benton,
straight across the room from me with not a single person between us.  She
was sitting with her back to the wall, her feet propped on the book shelf
under her desk and her knees were probably 10-12 inches apart, giving me a
perfect view of the white cotton panties that she hid under her miniskirt.
I thought my eyes were going to jump out of my head like some cartoon
character.  My face instantly flushed and I had to look away before she
noticed.  I turned back to her and took another look.  She seemed oblivious
to the fact that she was flashing her sweet crotch at me.  She was intently
listening to the lecture and I was starting to sweat and my heart was
pounding.  I could feel my dick starting to press against the fly of my
slacks.  I looked around to see if anyone else was enjoying this show, but
I was the only one in perfect alignment to see this glorious sight.  It was
all I could do not to stare.  Even from across the room I could see the
cotton stitches that ran right across her pussy hole.  This lovely display,
to my delight, continued throughout the entire school year.  That
afternoon, after getting home, I headed straight to the bathroom and jerked
out a huge load of cum in her honor.

   On the Friday night at the end of the first week of school was the first
varsity football game of the year.  My Dad dropped me off and I went in to
a great show that I had never experienced before.  I had gone to a couple
of games when I was very young but it was different now.  I was part of the
school and part of the cheering section.  It was a great time as my friends
and I cut up and yelled for our team.  The Riverside Warriors were rated as
one of the best teams in the State and they won easily that night.  After
the game I ran into Kimberly and her little sister Karen as they were
walking to the parking lot.  To my surprise, Karen asked if I wanted to
ride home with her, Kimberly and their sixteen year old sister Dana, who
had her own car.  Unfortunately, I had to decline since my Dad was waiting
for me.

   Karen slowed her walk and pulled me back by the arm.

   "What are you doing this weekend?"

   "I've got to mow the yard tomorrow.  After that, I don't know.  Do you
have something in mind?

   "Maybe," she said.  "Bye, I will see you later."

   Apparently Karen was no longer mad at me for shooting sperm down her
throat.  It seemed that she was hinting at another rendezvous.  My mind
started working on a plan for the weekend but I would have to see if she
made herself available.  I didn't have enough nerve to go to her house and
ask her to go out for a blowjob.  Besides, her Mom was strict and wouldn't
let her walk off with an older boy, even though I had known the Harrison
sisters for most of my life.

   Saturday morning I awoke at about 10 a.m.  and had a light breakfast of
cereal and milk.  I sat in our living room and watched television for about
an hour, then my Mom and Dad informed me that they were going to shop
around for a new car.  That meant that they would be gone for quite some
time.  Dad also reminded me that the grass needed mowing.

   "No problem,"I replied.  "Hey, why don't you guys buy one of the new
Mustangs."

   "Probably not," Dad replied, even though I knew that he would love to
have such a hot little chick magnet car.

   They left and I watched tv for a little longer.  A few minutes after my
parents left, I noticed someone riding up the road on a bicycle.  It was
Karen Harrison.  I didn't want to look too desperate so I didn't go outside
at first.  I watched as she rode back past my house and down the street
towards her house.  Maybe ten minutes later, I put on a pair of blue sweat
pants and a white teeshirt and went out to the shed in back of my house,
gassed up the mower and checked the oil.  I fired it up and started my
rounds.

   I was about a quarter of the way finished with my lawn work when Karen
rode her bike past my yard again.  She rode up the street and around the
left handed curve in our street and shortly reappeared heading in the
opposite direction.  She stopped by the curb and waited for me to come
around to where she had stopped.

   "Hi, are you working hard, you poor thing?" she said mockingly.

   "No, no problem.  Just working up a sweat.  Getting my blood pumping. 
Looking at you helps me get my blood pumping."

   She smiled and blushed a little.

   "What are doing after you finish?"

   "No plans.  I guess I will just wait and see what happens next.  I think
Stephen left with that girl he has been hanging out with, so I guess I will
be laying around the house.  You have any ideas?"

   She smiled and said quietly,"Yea, maybe.  I will let you know."

   She rode off down the street and I finished mowing the lawn, dreaming
and hoping that she had something good planned.  Our earlier rendezvous had
led to an outstanding first time blow job that still made my cock hard
everytime I thought about it.  Now, with some experience, she seemed to be
ready for another round of cum catching.

   After finishing the yard, I put up the mower and sat on the carport,
cooling down and heating up at the same time.  Before long, I saw my
sweetheart peddling up the street.  She waved and smiled as she rode past
my house and then, to my total surprise, she turned into Marie Anderson's
driveway.  I sat and watched as she knocked on the carport door and then
went inside Marie's house.  Maybe fifteen anxious minutes later, she and
Marie came out of the house.  They walked down the driveway and turned
toward the cul-de-sac at the end of our street.  When they reached the end
of Marie's driveway, Karen saw me watching them.  She waved and smiled and
the two of them headed off up the street away from me.

   "Damn," I thought.  "What the hell is she thinking?  How can we get
anything going with Marie around?

   I watched as they walked away.  Just before they disappeared around the
curve, I saw Karen look back at me.  I waited a couple of more minutes and
then mounted my bicycle.  I didn't know how this would turn out but I was
curious enough to go and find out.

   As I rounded the curve, I saw that they were about half way to the
cul-de-sac.  As I rode up behind them, I couldn't take my eyes off of their
delicious bottoms.  Karen was again wearing the skin tight, cutoff jean
shorts that displayed every nook and cranny of her front and back love
zones.  Marie was wearing more modest, loose fitting, mid-thigh length
light blue shorts.  Marie's shorts were still tight enough and short enough
to command attention from any redblooded American male but not as overtly
sexual as Karen's.

   I had actually known Marie longer than I had known the Harrison sisters.
We had been playmates from the time I was 5 and she was 3.  We had spent
many hours together playing house and playing Mom and Dad.  Once, when I
was 7 and she was 5, we had gone into the garage behind her house and I had
talked her into dropping her ruffled panties.  The old "show me yours and I
will show you mine"deal that a lot of children go through.  We checked out
each others' private parts and then, our curiosities satisfied, went our
merry ways, never to talk about the incident again.  When I was 11 and she
was nine, she got a schoolgirl crush on me and I would carry her books home
from the bus stop while she smiled and flirted as only a nine year old girl
can flirt.  I didn't even realize that, at the time, she saw me as her
perfect man.  That lasted about two months and, since then, we had only
been friends.  My friend and next door neighbor, Stephen, who had moved
into the neighborhood about a year before, was crazy about Marie.  He did
all he could do to get close to her, but her Mom kept chasing him away. 
Stephen wasn't the type to mope and moan about lost love,though.  He had
met a girl from one of the other high schools in town and was off on a date
with her this morning.

   I rode up beside the two preteen sex goddesses as they walked up the
street.  Marie was a couple of inches taller than Karen and had a more
statuesque body.  She had just turned twelve years old and was in the same
grade as Karen in school.  Her hips were widening and she had firm round
buttocks and small but developing breasts.  Her hair and eyes were dark
brown and this morning she had her hair pulled back into a ponytail.

   "What you girls up to this morning?" I asked.

   Karen just smiled and said,"We are just taking a walk."

   "I hear you are a bad boy, Ricky," said Marie in a sweetly sarcastic
tone.

   "Oh shit, she knows," I thought.

   "I'm only as bad as you want me to be.  Do you want me to be bad?" I
asked.

   They both blushed a little and giggled as they grabbed each other by the
arm.

   "Looks like a beautiful morning to be bad, doesn't it, Karen?", I asked
again.

   "Maybe," was her only reply.

   I smiled at them and then rode off toward the cul-de-sac ahead of them.
When I arrived, I rode my bike into the woods and parked it in the thicket
of small pine trees that shielded me from view.  A couple of minutes later,
the girls arrived at the cul-de-sac.  I saw them take a look around and
then they walked on into the woods.  Marie stopped after a few feet, but
Karen continued on into the thicket to where I was waiting.

   I took Karen by the hand and we walked to our trusted old oak tree. 
Immediately upon arriving at our rendezvous spot, I began to kiss her. 
Softly at first, then with more emphasis, pushing my tongue into her mouth.
She was ready for me and offered no resistance, kissing back with
enthusiasm.

   After a few minutes of kissing and petting, I pulled her red teeshirt up
and over her head.  I hung it on a nearby tree limb and kissed her again
and again.  Pretty soon, her training bra was unsnapped and dropped to the
ground exposing her small but developing nipples.Karen's skin was a natural
tan and smooth as new spun silk.  My hands moved up and down her back while
I held her tightly against my body.  I pushed her back and pulled off my
teeshirt.  She kissed my chest and my nipples, making them jump to
attention like a Nazi private.  My hand moved down her back to her tight
virgin ass.  I moved my fingers up and down on the denim shorts, moving
over the curve of her ass and touching her love hole from behind.  She
gasped but didn't resist as I pushed my fingers into her denim covered
pussy crack.  I told her to turn around with her back against my chest. 
Both hands took control of a nipple on each of her plump but girlish
breasts and stroked and pinched until they stood straight out.  I ran my
hands down her stomach and around her navel as I kissed her neck and her
ears.  My fingers found the button to her jeans and quickly had it undone.
I moved her zipper down and slid my fingers deep inside her shorts.  I
could feel her gash under her panties.  I slowly but firmly began to stroke
the top of her slit, knowing that there was a special spot there that had
to be touched.  She let out a deep moan when my fingers reached their
target.  She lay her head back on my chest and rolled it from side to side
as my fingers caressed her most sensitive spot.  I pulled my hand out of
her jeans and then, grabbing each side of the restricting garment, pulled
it down past her hips and let it drop to the ground.  Now she stood
completely naked except for a pair of pink cotton panties.

   Oh, God," she moaned."That is so good."

   She was breathless and her words leaked out in a whisper.

   My hand pushed past the elastic band of her panties and found her love
button again.  This time I could feel the moisture that was seeping out of
her body.  I worked the fingers of my right hand diligently on her clit
while my left hand massaged and pinched her breasts.  She was so wet
between her legs that there was no resistance as my fingers worked up and
down on her slit.  After a few minutes, I felt her body tense up and she
let out a loud groan as she pushed her head against my chest and her pussy
up to meet my probing fingers.

   After she calmed down, she turned back towards me and kissed me hard on
the lips.  Immediately, she went down on her knees and pulled my sweat
pants and briefs down with her.  My aching cock and balls popped out to
greet her and she wasted no time in getting the throbbing probe into her
lusty little mouth.  She had to start slowly, taking only the glans into
her mouth and licking it like a most delicious ice cream cone.  Then she
took it in deeper and deeper.  As far as I knew she had only done this
once, but she had learned her lesson well.  She was sucking my cock with
the finesse of a French whore.  She would suck and suck and then take it
out and stroke it with her right hand.  If not stroking my cock, her hand
was squeezing my balls.  I knew I couldn't last long like this, but I
didn't want to disappoint her by shooting my load too soon.  I held back
the best that I knew how.  Sweat was popping out on my brow and on my chest
as the passion and hormones surged through my system.  My heart was
pounding and I could feel the sperm pushing its way to its final
destination.  My balls were drawn up tight from their exertion.  I know it
didn't last more than five minutes but it seemed like an eternity.  I could
feel the explosion coming soon.

   "Karen, I'm going to come, baby" I told her, knowing that she was upset
when I shot off in her mouth the last time.  I thought I would warn her so
she could pull off this time.

   "It's okay." she said as she stroked my cock firmly with her right hand
and then plunged it back into her mouth.

   I was just about to cum when I heard a sound off to my right, maybe a
twig snapping or something.  I looked over and caught a glimpse of Marie.
She was watching us from behind a tree on the edge of the thicket.  That
was all it took.  I unloaded a huge shot of sperm into Karen's waiting
mouth.  I grabbed her head and pulled her tight against my balls as another
blast of jism shot down her throat, followed by another and another.  She
moaned loudly and I let her back off of my cock just as it stopped its
spasms and let the remaining cum run out on the ground and drip down on my
sweat pants.  She just fell back and sat on the pine needles and oak leaves
as she adjusted to the taste of the cum that was trickling down her throat.
She was totally wasted and I thought I was too.

   I leaned against the tree, breathing hard and watching my cock jump up
and down as the last of the jiz worked its way out into the world.  After a
minute or so, Karen got back on her knees and massaged the remaining love
juice from my aching peter.

   Then I looked over towards where Marie had been standing.

   "Marie?  Come on out, babe...  Don't be shy...  If you want to watch,
it's okay."

   Marie came out from behind the tree.  She looked toward us then hid her
face in her hands.

   "I don't believe you two," she said.  "I can't believe you did that."

   "It's not the first time," I told her.  "Karen is a pro."

   Karen got up from her knees and leaned against me, still holding my cock
in her left hand.

   "It's great Marie.  You wouldn't believe how great it feels." Karen
said.

   "You want to try it, Marie?" I asked.  "We are all friends, we can keep
a secret."

   "I don't know," she said.  "I've never done that before."

   I reached out and took her hand, pulling her close in against my body.
Marie looked down at my naked groin and buried her head in my shoulder.

   "Oh My God.  I...I don't know,"she said.  "If my Mom finds out she will
kill me."

   "Mom won't know unless you tell her," I said.

   "Go ahead, Marie.  Feel of it," said Karen.

   Marie leaned against me and let her right hand reach down and caress my
privates.

   "It feels good, Marie, Just rub it like that," I told her.

   Karen was rubbing my chest and stomach.  I tipped Marie's chin up with
my left hand and kissed her softly on her lips.  She sighed and squeezed my
balls with her right hand.  I continued to kiss her soft lips and before
long I could feel my cock stirring back to life.  "Take off your shirt,
Marie,"I told her.  She looked at me with a startled expression.

   "Yea, take off your shirt, Marie," Karen chimed in behind me.

   "I...I.....  She didn't want to but she could see that Karen expected
her to do as told, so she did.  She had on a white, button up blouse which
she unbuttoned slowly, exposing her white bra to our waiting eyes.  I
pulled the tail of her blouse out of her shorts and told her to pull it off
and hang it on the limb with Karen's teeshirt.  She did as she was told.

   "Okay, now your bra too, Marie,"said her exposed classmate.

   She did as Karen commanded.  She unsnapped her bra's rear clasp and it
fell to the ground.  I had known Marie all of her life but I never knew
that she had such beautiful tits.  They were just barely an A-cup but her
aureolas were bigger than a half dollar and her nipples were almost totally
mature.  They proudly stood out from her breasts, begging to be sucked. 
And I did just that.  I leaned over and took her right nipple into my mouth
and sucked and bit on it until she groaned.  I pulled her closer and kissed
her lips again and again.  I followed the same game plan as with Karen,
working my hand down her back and caressing her firm buttocks.

   All this time, Karen had been rubbing and kissing my chest.  My cock had
already come back from the dead and was ready for more action.

   "Kiss Marie's tits, Karen." I commanded.

   Karen giggled and did as she was told.  She took Marie's erect nipples
into her mouth and worked them over like a sex-starved lesbian.  All the
time, I kept french kissing Marie's mouth and rubbing her ass and pussy
with my right hand.  Marie was starting to sweat.  She was breathing hard
and sucking on my tongue.

   "Karen, show her how to suck my cock." I commanded again, feeling like
some kind of pharoah or emperor commanding his captive harem.

   Karen was my willing slave.  She dropped to her knees and began to
massage my cock.

   "Watch, Marie.  Do it like this." She massaged a little more and then
took my glans into her mouth.

   "Come here, Marie.  Try it."

   Marie got down on her knees beside Karen and watched as Karen took my
cock into her mouth.  Then Marie moved into position and slowly licked
around the head of my twitching penis.

   "That's good, Marie," I said.  "Now take it into your mouth, baby."

   She took the whole glans into her mouth and swished her tongue all
around on it.  Slowly she took in more and more of the shaft until she had
about half of it on top of her soft tongue.

   "Move your head back and forth on it, Marie," Karen instructed as she
knelt beside her.

   Marie did as instructed and the feelings began to grow in my balls.

   "Take it in deeper, Marie," said Karen.  Marie tried but found herself
gagging if she took in too much.

   "Show her how to do it, Karen," I said.

   Karen did as I asked.  She pushed Marie aside and took my cock deep into
her mouth.  Marie watched as my cock disappeared totally into Karen's
hungry mouth.  Karen got into a fast rhythm and I could feel my orgasm
approaching quickly.

   "That's good, Karen.  Let Marie try again." I definiely wanted Marie to
have a taste of my hot cum.

   Marie took over again and tried her best to take the whole extent of my
shaft into her mouth.  She bobbed her head back and forth faster and
faster.

   Karen leaned over and whispered in her ear,"Swallow his sperm, Marie."

   Marie pulled back and looked at Karen quizzically as she massaged my
cock with her right hand.

   "Take it all, Marie," Karen urged.

   Marie took my cock back into her mouth and I could feel that the
eruption was imminent.  Just at the point that I couldn't take any more of
the stimulation, I reached out and grabbed Marie's ponytail.  I pulled her
head towards me as my first ejaculation surged into her mouth.  I pulled
her ponytail tight as she tried to back away from me.  I was able to dump
another large spurt onto her tongue before she was able to pull away.  The
next surge shot out onto her chest and began to run down across her left
breast.  I was good for one more shot that hit her right on the left cheek.
After that, the cooz just pulsed out, again landing on my briefs and my
sweat pants.  I was completely exhausted.

   Marie pulled away and looked down at the pine needles under her knees as
the hot sperm slid down her throat.  She leaned over and spit out the
sticky juice that lay on her tongue and then looked at Karen for some
encouragement and empathy.

   "Good, huh," said Karen, as she giggled and rubbed Marie's shoulders.

   "Oh my God.  I can't believe I did that." said Marie.

   "I couldn't believe it either the first time.  But I sure wanted a
second time." said Karen.  "I'm ready for another time too."

   "OH NO," I said.  "That is all you get today."

   Karen just laughed and hugged her body up against my thigh.

   Marie got to her feet and I pulled her and Karen close to me.  I hugged
them and then kissed them both on the lips and then on the cheeks.

   "You are my girls, now," I told them.  "Anytime you need some loving,
you just call on me."

   Yea, that was pretty cocky for a thirteen year old history geek who
lived with his parents, but they thought I was Rudolph Valentino.  It was
the only cock that they knew and they were both happy to know it.  And
believe me, I felt like Rudolph Valentino, the ultimate lover with my two
preteen cum suckers.  We didn't know at that time, but it would be a long
time before we could have another lustfest together.  When you are a teen
or preteen, you are always at the mercy of your parents's schedule and the
circumstances that surround you.

   Indeed, it would be a long time before I would be able to work up any
more love action.  And what came next was a total surprise.