ÿþÿþ                          Story One
This is my first post to ASSTR. This story is a fantasy and is
strictly fiction. 
It is a story of pedophilia which is illegal in most
jurisdictions of the world. 
Similarities of the characters to any living person are strictly
coincidental.
I hope you like my story but don't try to act it out.
                          
      Janet
                                
One sunny August day when I was 14 years old, I was playing a
game of softball at the home of
my friends who lived on the next street over from my house.  One
of the players was Becky, 
a cute ten year old who was probably the best player there.  

About the time we were finishing our game, Becky s friend Janet
rode up on her bicycle.  I 
had never given Janet a second thought, but today there seemed to
be something different 
about her.

Janet had auburn hair and a row of freckles spread across the
bridge of her nose. As  with 
most kids her age she was missing the canine teeth on each side.
In other words, she was  
kind of cute but still a little childlike.

She and Becky talked for a few minutes, then Becky went into her
house.  

 Hey Tommy , Janet called out to me.   

 Hey Janet. What are you up to today? , I replied.

 Just riding my bike. Becky is gonna come over to my house. 

Even though Janet was only ten, I was sure she had a flirty tone
to her voice that grabbed 
my attention that day. She was still sitting on her bike. She was
wearing checkered cotton 
Bermuda shorts and a white tank top. And, to my surprise, there
was a bra strap showing on 
her left shoulder. I found it hard to believe that this ten year
old would need a bra, but
she was definitely wearing one.

I chatted with Janet a little. I can t remember what was said
but she was definitely 
flirtatious, though I'm sure she had no idea what flirting really
meant. Then Becky came 
out of the house and the two of them rode off to Janet s house.

About a week after seeing Janet at the softball game, I rode my
bicycle to a convenience 
store that was about two blocks away from my home.  I bought a
soft drink and a candy bar
and I sat on my bike while I ate and drank.  Just as I was about
to ride away from the
store, I noticed Janet riding her bike towards the store. I
waited until she got there and then
spoke to her.

 Hey, little girl. Where are you heading?  I asked

 Hi, Tommy. I have been at Kathy s house and I was about to go
home. 

 Okay. Are you in a big hurry to get home?

No, not really. I might go to Becky s house before I go home. 

On this day, Janet was wearing a short black skirt which was
hiked well up on her legs as 
she sat on her bicycle. She was also wearing a white cotton
button-up blouse that was just 
transparent enough to show that she was still wearing a bra.

 Janet. Can I ask you a personal question?  I asked.

 What?  she answered.

 Are you wearing a bra? 

 Tommy, you aren t supposed to ask that.  she said with a tone
that suggested she was 
actually proud to be asked.

 Why? It is a simple question. Janet, are your titties starting
to grow bigger?, I asked
in a low, confidential tone.

 Tommy! That s not nice!  she exclaimed with a slight blush
showing on her cheeks.

 Why not? I bet you are proud that they are growing. I also bet
they are really pretty. 

She didnt reply. She just looked away but she was smiling. I
don't think she had ever been
confronted in this way before.

 Do you think they are pretty Janet?  

 I don't know. I guess so. 

 So they are growing bigger and that s why you need a bra? 

 Yes!  But that is none of your business. 

 You are right. It s not my business. But I sure would like to
see them. Would you like to
show me your titties, Janet?

 No Tommy, I can t do that! 

 Why not? If you knew that noone else would ever know, would you
like to show me your 
pretty titties? 

 No! I m not going to show you my titties!  she giggled and
blushed.

 I really would love to see them, Janet. And I won t tell
anyone that you showed me. 

 Well you can t see them. 

I paused and studied her face. I could tell that she was thinking
about it but 
wasn't sure that she could trust me.

 I tell you what I will do. I m going to ride up here to
Jackson s Woods and go up the 
trail. If you want to show me,just wait until I"m up the trail
and then follow me up there. 
Just make sure no one sees you coming up the trail. If you don't
want to then you don't 
have to. 

 No Tommy, I can t do that. 

 I think you can. And I think you want to. Just wait until I'm
up the trail and then, if 
you want, you can follow me. 

With that I rode away in the direction toward my home. About an
eighth of a mile from the 
store was a wooded area that we all called Jackson s Wood.  It
was a vacant area of about 
ten acres where an old homestead once stood. All that was left of
the homestead was the old 
chimney.

When I reached the trail that led into Jackson s Wood, I looked
back and saw that Janet was
slowly riding in my direction. I proceeded on up the trail to a
point where another trail 
led off to the right. I sat there and waited to see what Janet
would do next. When she reached 
the entrance point, she stopped and looked at me. I waved for her
to come to me. She looked 
around to see that no one was watching and then she started up
the trail.  

At this point, the anticipation of what we would do had my heart
pumping hard. I rode on 
down the second trail about 50 yards and stopped. In a moment
Janet reached the cutoff and 
turned her bike down the trail towards me. 

I waited for her and when she reached me I said,  Let s go over
here to the fort. 

The  fort  was just a few logs piled up by kids who had been
playing army games in the woods. 
It was about thirty yards off the trail in a pine thicket.
Someone had also brought some 
pieces of cardboard to line the floor of the enclosed area. The
rumor was that some of the 
local teens used it as a meeting place for sex and here I was
going to use it for exactly 
that reason.

When we entered the fort, I sat down on the cardboard and told
Janet to sit down to my left.

 I knew you really wanted to show me. Are you ready?  I asked
her.

 I don t know Tommy. I really shouldn t. 

 It will be okay.  No one will know except me and you. You don
t want your Mom to know
because she will be mad at you and probably spank your bottom. So
this is our secret. Okay? 

 Okay,  she said.  You better not tell anyone."

 I won t. You can count on me. Now just unbutton your blouse,
okay? 

She gazed into my eyes and smiled a shy grin and began to
unbutton her top button. I felt 
like someone had hooked an electric wire to my body. I had seen
pictures of women s breasts,
but this was the first time I had actually talked a girl into
actually showing me the real 
thing, albeit a very young girl. My penis was already starting to
stiffen up and I hadn t 
seen anything yet.

When she unbuttoned the second button, I saw that she was looking
at me with her big green
eyes, seeking reassurance.

 It s okay.  I told her.   Don t worry. I will take my shirt
off too, okay? 
 
I quickly pulled my tee shirt over my head, letting her get a
look at my skinny chest.

After opening her third button, her training bra came into clear
view.
  
 You are so pretty, Janet. Thank you for coming here with me. 
I then leaned over and
kissed her on the cheek.

She blushed again but I could tell she liked that. She finally
reached the last button that 
was visible and I reached forward and pushed her blouse aside,
exposing her bra to my 
unbelieving eyes.  

 Go ahead and take your shirt off and lay it over here. You don
t want to get it dirty.  
She did as I told her and then she sat there before me with only
her training bra hiding 
her nipples from my curious eyes.

 Are you ready to show me your titties, Janet?  I kissed her
cheek again and looked into 
her eyes. I just know they are so pretty. 

She bit her lower lip and hesitated for a moment. Then smiled and
said  Okay. 

She then reached up to the little hook between her breasts that
held the bra together in 
front. She wiggled the hook and let the bra fall away from her
nipples.

I had to catch my breath. I felt lightheaded at the sight of real
nipples. Her  growing  
ten year old breasts were, in reality, just extra baby fat but
her aureolas were actually 
maturing. They were a little bigger than a quarter coin and the
nipples were still inverted 
The aureolas were a light pink color and I could actually see the
blood vessels through her 
translucent skin.

 Oh Janet.They are prettier than I ever thought they could be.
Can I touch them? 

She smiled, enjoying the flattery. 

 Okay, you can touch them. 

I reached out with my right hand and began to slowly draw circles
around her left nipple. 
In a moment she started to respond and the nipple began to stick
out.

 Does that feel good?" I asked.  Look your nipples are starting
to poke out 

She just giggled. 

I continued to massage and pinch her left nipple until it
actually got very stiff, then I 
moved my attention to her right breast. Occasionally I would kiss
her cheek and then I 
moved my kisses down to her neck. That really got a reaction. You
could tell that the 
sensations from the kiss on her neck ran through her body like
lightning. She moaned in 
appreciation.

 Janet. Can I kiss your nipples?  I will be your little baby and
suck on your titties, 
okay? 

I could tell that the kissing and caressing was taking its toll
on Janet s senses.  I don t
know if she had ever done this sort of thing before but she
seemed to be enjoying the 
attention.

 You want to suck on my titties?  she asked.

 Just lie back and let me suck on your nipples. 

She did as I told her. She lay back on the cardboard and I lay on
top of her, slowly and 
gently kissing and sucking on one nipple and then moving to the
other. Occasionally I would 
gently bite on her erect nipple, making her moan loudly. 

 Does that feel good?  I asked.

 Yes, it feels good. 

After a couple of minutes of kissing her nipples, I began to kiss
her tummy. She seemed to 
enjoy that too, as she would giggle and wiggle around when I
would kiss certain spots. I 
worked my way down to her belly button and kissed and licked all
around it, sticking my 
tongue into it and wiggling it all around her navel. She giggled
and cooed.

 That feels good,Tommy  she moaned.

I then got up on my knees and moved down to where I could kiss
her on the knee. I then 
started slowly kissing my way up her leg until I reached the hem
of her skirt. I raised the 
hem up so that I could see her white panties.

 Peek-a-boo,  I said playfully.

She reached down and pushed her skirt down so I couldn t see her
temple of love. I moved 
back up to her belly button and then back to her nipples. She
reached out and ran her fingers 
through my hair as she moaned. I then moved my lips up to meet
her lips and kissed her with 
a long, passionate kiss. I could see in her eyes that she loved
the kiss. I kissed 
her again and again, gradually opening her mouth with my tongue
and sliding my tongue into 
her mouth. She was surprised by the french kiss but she clearly
enjoyed it and wanted more.

 Janet.  There is something else I would like to see,  I
whispered into her right ear.

 What? 

 I want to see what your panties are hiding. 

 No, Tommy. I can't.  

 I just want to see. I will kiss it for you.  I had never in my
life touched a girl s pussy, 
much less licked one, but I had heard that girls liked it, so I
wanted to try it.

 You are not going to kiss it,  she said.   Why do you want to
kiss it? 

 To make you feel good. Do you want to feel good? 

 I feel good now.

 You will feel even better. If you let me see yours then you can
see mine. 

 I don t know,  she said as I continued kissing her neck and
her nipples.  I guess it will 
be okay. 

 Pull your skirt up to your waist okay? 

She pulled her skirt up exposing her white panties. I moved down
and started kissing her 
soft flesh just above the elastic band of her panties. Then, very
slowly, I would 
pull her panties down just a little and kiss her creamy soft
skin, then I would retreat a 
little. Then I would pull the elastic down just a little farther
until I finally reached 
the top of her slit. I pulled down just enough to expose her
little clit button and I began
to lick it and kiss all around it. When I first kissed her clit,
she gasped and nearly sat 
up straight. She then lay back and arched her back, letting out a
loud moan.

 Ohhhh Tommy, she cooed.

I continued licking and kissing her clit while she moaned and
writhed. After a couple of 
minutes I told her to raise her hips off the ground.I then slid
her panties down and pulled 
them down her legs until they cleared her feet. I then spread her
legs wide apart so I 
could get full access to her virgin pussy.  

 Tommy, that feels good. It feels so funny. 

As I continued to lick her clit, I noticed that her body was
getting considerably hotter. 
She was moaning and her breathing was becoming faster. She was
moving her hips up and down 
to meet the motion of my tongue.  

 Oh Tommy! That feels so good! Oh! Oh, please. Please, Tommy. Oh
yes! 

By this time my dick was so hard that I thought it was going to
rip through my jeans. My 
balls were beginning to ache and I needed relief, but I knew she
was too young to fuck.  

Suddenly she gasped and moaned loudly and her body spasmed and
jerked several times. After 
a few seconds,panting hard, with perspiration streaming down her
forehead, she settled down 
and lay very still.  I wasn t sure just what had happened.Even
though I had heard that girls 
could have an orgasm, I had no idea what would happen. I knew
now!

After she calmed down, I moved up and kissed her lips again. She
smiled and told me how 
good she felt. I moved off to her left side and then I put my
hand between her legs and 
gently massaged her wet little pussy.

 Janet, would you please help me to feel good too. 

 What do yo want me to do? 

I rolled onto my back, unzipped my jeans and pulled out my
throbbing cock. Janet gasped and
looked away.

 Tommy! 

I pulled her tight against my body. Touch it, Janet,  I
commanded.

 No Tommy, I can t!

 Yes you can.  Touch it. 

I rolled her towards me with my right arm and guided her right
hand to my stiff dick. 

 Just wrap your hand around it and stroke it up and down, okay?
 She did as I told her. She 
started slowly moving her soft hand up and down my swollen
shaft.

 Tommy, I shouldn t be doing this. 

 It s okay Janet. It s our secret, remember? Just keep doing
that. It feels so good. Did I 
make you feel good? 

 Yes, you did. It felt so good.  She rolled up on her side
farther and started kissing me. 
I rubbed the silky skin of her back with my right hand. 

 Go a little faster now, Janet.  I could tell she was really
enjoying stroking my cock. She 
kissed my chest and rubbed her hair across my nipples. I could
feel the cum rising in my 
shaft as she stroked. Occasionally she would steal a peek at my
big cock. 

 Go a little faster, Janet. That's great. Don t stop stroking,
no matter what. The juice is 
gonna shoot out but don t stop. Please don t stop. 

 It s so stiff. And it s getting bigger.  she said.

 Stroke it hard, Janet. Hard and fast. Keep stroking no matter
what.  The sperm was nearly 
to the head of my cock now. I knew I couldn t hold out much
longer.

 Do it, Janet. Stroke it fast. Look at my dick, Janet. It s
gonna shoot.  Ten seconds later,
on a fabulous up stroke, my body arched upwards and my cock
unloaded a massive geyser of 
sperm. It shot three feet in the air, followed by a second shot
that went nearly as far.
Some of it fell on my belly and on Janet's face. Some splattered
on the cardboard.  

 Ohh!  squealed Janet.  What is that? 

"Keep stroking it Janet!"

A third spasm shot more sperm at least a foot high, followed by
two more with less force. 
Then my cock began to spasm and pump out the remaining sperm,
running out over Janet s 
stroking hand.

The orgasm was so powerful that I could barely breath. I finally
regained my ability to 
speak. 

 Oh God. Janet, that was so good. You did it so good. 

 Why did it do that? 

After catching my breath, I explained to her that the sperm was
the baby making juice.  If 
I had shot it up into her pussy she might have a baby. But, I
told her, that she wasn t old 
enough to make babies so there was nothing to worry about. I
don't she think she really 
understood any of that. 

We lay in each other's arms for a few more minutes, then we
decided we had better get home
before we were missed. We put on our clothes and I kissed her one
more time. I then went 
ahead of her on my bike to scout the way. When I knew that no one
would see us, I signaled 
to her to go past.

That was the best day of my life. Nothing since has equalled it.
Janet and I would have a 
couple of other episodes of mutual pleasure before we both just
grew away from each other.