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 Simon and the Wolves (Part 2)

   Simon retraced his steps back home that afternoon with glee on his face.
He had seen his first fully naked girl, had he rub herself against him, had
her hold his cock and, finally, watched as she took his boyish erection
into her mouth.

   An added bonus was the brief glimpse of her younger sisters in a state
of undress and more fumblings and fondlings during "innocent" collisions
throughout the morning and early afternoon.

   Maybe girls weren't so complicated after all.

   That evening, as on most of the evenings of the holidays, he met with
his neighbours for a game or two.  Eve since the Jacksons had moved in next
door, at the beginning of October, the children had been encouraged to meet
and play games at weekends.  During the holidays that naturally extended to
almost every night.  Tonight he would go to their house.

   He watched Julie Jackson across the Monopoly board.  She was his age but
somewhat more mature.  Pretty enough she had large breasts concealed
beneath her plain blue sweater.  Her hips were wide and she filled her blue
jeans well.  Simon had never noticed her as a girl before.

   His thoughts were interrupted by the younger Jackson.  Malcolm was 10
and painfully annoying at times.  He was a bad loser and the older children
had fallen into a pattern of letting him win at least one game to keep him
quiet.  After that Malcolm would often refuse to play any more games and
would slope away to watch tv or, sometimes, simply put himself to bed. 
Generally this resulted in the older children playing one more quiet game
before the group broke up.

   Tonight was no exception.  Malcolm duly won the first game of Monopoly
and moved away to play a video game.  Julie and Simon played cards for a
further half hour or so before Simon announced that he was leaving. 
Malcolm waved him away without losing eye contact with the screen.

   Simon followed Julie down the stairs, his eyes fixed on the swaying of
her hips and the fullness of her backside.  She led him down the hall to
the front door which she opened.  As she stepped back to let him pass Simon
placed a hand on her shoulder, swung her around to face him and pressed his
lips to hers as forcefully as he dared.  He watched the shock register in
her eyes and braced himself for rebuff.  She kissed back.  Briefly they
held themselves pressed close together and then Simon broke away, slipped
out of the door and across the lawn to his own house.

   A couple of nights later, playing in Simons' room, later Malcolm won his
game, announced that he was tired and went home.  Simon and Julie stared a
each other for a moment or two.

   "You happy to stay for a bit" Simon enquired.  Julie nodded.

   Simon padded downstairs, explained that Malcolm had gone home early and
that he and Julie were going to have one more game, received the
appropriate nods from his parents and retreated as quickly as was feasible
to his room once more.

   "What shall we play" he asked

   Julie grinned.  "Well we better have something out in case your mum
comes in" she said slyly.

   Simon grinned back and moments later an apparent Monopoly game was in
full swing.

   Julie proved to be very accommodating.  She had no objection to his
fondling of her breasts, she made no attempt to stop him when he pushed her
sweater and shirt up to expose a white lacy bra and she didn't even
complain when that bra was forced up and over her pendulous breasts.  She
patiently waited for him to devour her tits with his eyes and then allowed
him to maul them as he wished.  Throughout it all he would take time to
kiss her and tell her she was pretty and she would smile back and let him
explore.  Her jeans were undone and lowered.  Her panties followed and she
calmly knelt there, her clothing around her ankles, and picked up the dice.


   "My throw I think" she said.

   Simon stared at the dark mat of hair between her thighs.  She let him
stare.  For the next 20 minutes they made a show of laying Monopoly whilst
Julie displayed her magnificent breasts and parted her legs enough for
Simon to peer through the thatch to the darker coloured skin beyond.

   For the next two nights before school started this game was replayed. 
On the second night Julie was given somewhat more exposure as Malcolm was
commanded to bed early.  On that occasion Simon helped her out of her top
completely.  She would not, however, do more than lower her jeans and
panties and no amount of conversation allowed his hands anywhere below her
waist.

   The school week started and dragged on.  More and more often Simon would
find himself looking at the girls, appraising them and his chances of
getting under their clothing.  Finally he chastised himself for doing
nothing more than thinking, reminded himself how easy it had been with
Charlotte and Julie and made a decision to pick on the petite Suzie Howse.

   It wasn't subtle.  She walked past him at lunchtime in the tutor room.
The glanced about, saw that they were briefly alone and grabbed her wrist.

   "Oi" she shouted

   "shhhh" he replied "Come sit here" he said as he patted his lap.

   It was almost too easy.  Moments later he had one of the cutest girls in
his year sat on his lap grinding her delightfully tight backside into his
instant erection as he circled her nipples through school shirt and bra. 
Other children entering the room and the occasional woooo hoooo did nothing
to slow the young couple down and by the time the bell sounded for the end
of the lunch time break they were both hot and flushed.

   Throughout the remainder of January and February Simon enjoyed a
pattern.

   Most lunchtimes he would get to kiss and cuddle with Suzie, never going
further for fear of being caught.  At weekends he would meet up with
Charlotte during dog walks.  If he was lucky they would find a secluded
spot and he would let his hands roam under her clothes until either the
cold or the fear of being seen drove her to push him away.  During the
weekend evenings he would generally find time to undress Julie and star
unabashed at her tits and cunt.  She was less likely to let him touch her
now but she generally just uncovered to let him look whenever they were
alone.

   Towards the end of February his parents reminded Simon of their promise
to host a party for his 13th birthday in March.  They sat down and
discussed dates and times and then negotiated on number to be invited. 
Once agreed Simon started the invites.  Charlotte was his first thought but
he put that aside as there relationship was still very secret and he
couldn't think of a way to get her in without being obvious.  Instead he
asked her what she thought one Saturday in the rain and when she agreed
that she shouldn't come he had made her do just that with his fingers.

   There was no getting around inviting both Suzie and Julie though.  He
would have to keep them apart wherever possible.

   The party itself was enjoyed by most of the attendees.  Simon positioned
Suzie and Julie at opposite ends of the room, made sure that they both had
people to take to and then chose Suzie first.  Sitting on the arm of the
armchair that she occupied he pulled her close and kissed her.  Their
friends melted away and the two young people only had to worry about the
door between them and the parents in the kitchen opening.

   For the first time Simon snuck under her shirt and was able to slip his
hand into her bra.  He felt a rapidly hardening nipple and moved swiftly to
play with the other breast too.  Suzie shivered and cooed and Simon worked
his magic.  Slipping into the chair alongside her he wrapped one arm around
her, found the waistband to her skirt and tried to squeeze his hand within.
She froze, pulled his hand away from her skirt, rebuttoned her shirt and
told him in a not so subtle whisper to behave.  At 13 Simon was still very
much a child.  His toys had been taken away but he knew where there was
another toybox.  Without a backward glance he clambered out of the chair
and marched off to find Julie.  Taking her hand he led her behind a sofa
and laying her own held unbutton both her shirt and her jeans before she
even thought to object.  He gave her no time to consider and simply
attacked her cunt with his fingers.  She was as horney as he was.  His
first onslaught brought an almost instant orgasm and thereafter she just
didn't care.  Her jeans were removed and her panties hung around one ankle.
Her shirt was open and draped across her outstretched arms.  Her bra had
been unhooked and lifted above her breasts and Simon happily fingered the
girl to orgasm after orgasm.  Tony had joined him after a while and the two
boys explored her nakedness together until Simon got bored and left his
friend to play whilst he went to get a coke.  Tony, being that little bit
older, wiser and more surprised at his good fortune had taken the virginity
of the young girl in four quick strokes just before the kitchen door opened
and couples everywhere sprang apart.

   The following day, Sunday, the weather was horrible.  Malcolm and Julie
visited to play games in the afternoon and, as soon as her brother had gone
to the toilet Juile had asked her hurried question.

   "Did you fuck me?"

   Simon was dumbstruck

   "Well.....did you?  Somebody did and if it wasn't you then who?"

   "You don't remember" he had asked sheepishly

   Julie explained that she had snuck off and stolen a few sips fro her
fathers vodka bottle before the party as she was feeling kinda nervous. 
She remembered him fingering her the first time and remembered coming
around as everybody was leaving.  It was only as she gathered her clothes
up and felt the semen oozing from her body did she realise exactly what she
had missed.

   "it wasn't me" said Simon "Probably Tony" he explained.

   "PROBABLY" she exploded

   "Shhhhh.  It must have been Tony.  He was the only other one who was
playing....unless somebody else did it after I left."

   "You left me like that?" she squealed.

   This wasn't going well and Simon was pretty sure that his regular supply
of tits and ass was about to be withdrawn.  Sure enough the game ended
early when Julie decided to leave before Malcolm.

   Monday was no better.

   A double barrel from Suzie just about sank his boat.

   "You two timing shit head.  She must be thick to let you do that with me
in the room.  You are such a slimey git Simon........"

   The tirade continued behind his as he left the tutor room quickly.

   It was Wednesday evening when he became sure that his life might as well
be over.

   As he trudged up he hill from the school bus a shadow detached itself
from the hedge alongside him and Charlotte fell into step.

   "Hiya" he beamed

   "I heard about the party.  I know what you did." She said

   "I'm gonna kill Tony" he heard himself say out loud.

   "Not before you listen to me you're not." Demanded Charlotte.

   Simon sighed deeply, looked both ways on the street and pulled her over
to the side of the path.  This was the older end of the street.  The houses
had large front gardens mostly enclosed with tall hedges.  There was at
least a degree of privacy to be had whilst she tore him into strips.

   "Go on then Charlotte.  Say what you have to say."

   She took a deep breath and then started speaking quickly, as if she
didn't want him to have time to interrupt.

   "I know that I'm younger than the others and probably not as pretty but
I can be the best girlfriend ever if you give me another chance." She
spluttered.

   It took a moment for the barriers in his mind to allow the words through
and then a further moment for his battered brain to unscramble them.

   "You think?" he whispered

   "Simon, I really like you and I'm sure that I can be the kinda
girlfriend you want if I try a bit harder."

   The sandbags and barbed wire in his head were replaced by fireworks
going off.  His mind raced for the right words.  When they came he was
fairly sure that they weren't the right words and small creature promptly
replaced the sandbags!

   "k, take off your panties."

   From behind his barricade he watched as her eyes flashed.  Saw her head
move left and right and then was completely dazed when she unbuttoned her
tan coloured coat, reached under her short school skirt and tugged her
panties down and off.  She held them out to him.

   "No." he said "best put them in your pocket." And then, as she did just
that, he said "c'mon then girlfriend, show me your cunny." This time she
grinned as her head swung both ways to look for witnesses before taking
hold of her skirt and flipping it up above her waist.  Parting her legs a
little she smiled that smile.

   "Do I get another chance Simon?" she asked, not lowering her skirt for
an instant.

   "Yeah, I reckon you earned it.  Ca I touch?"

   She just nodded as he moved closer.

   They parted soon after with Simon both happy and relieved that he hadn't
thrown all his toys out after all.

   There was just one little irritation to deal with and on Saturday
morning Tony found himself pinned up against a garage wall.

   Once it was explained that Tony had simply been boasting about Julie and
hadn't meant for Charlotte to hear anything the boys became instant buddies
again and Simon's world fell back into place.

   The Easter holidays proved to be something special for Simon.

   Early one Tuesday morning his mother woke him to explain that she had a
job interview and would be gone all morning.  That afternoon she came home
jubilant but worried about leaving her little boy to his own devices whilst
she worked.  A quick word with Mrs Jackson and it was agreed that Simon
would have a key to the house but would need to check in with the
Jackson's' throughout the day as well as have lunch there.

   "Hoo bloody rah" thought Simon "lunch with superbrat and his thoroughly
pissed off sister."

   Still he also realised the potential of an empty house, providing that
Charlotte could sneak in unseen.

   Simon bumped into Charlotte during dog walking that evening.  He
explained his new circumstances and asked I she felt ready to prove her
worth as a girlfriend.  She giggled as his plan was explained.

   The following Thursday Simon sat around the kitchen table with Malcolm
and Julie eating sausage and mash.

   Malcolm was being less annoying than usual and even Julie was making
conversation.  In fact she suggested a game that evening.  Simon agreed and
said he would pop around after tea but that he had a homework assignment to
work on that afternoon.

   Lunch over he made his way back across the lawn, up the passage between
the houses and through the rear gate.  There, huddled against the cold on
the back doorstep was Charlotte.

   The plan was simple.  She had to arrive whilst he was at lunch with the
Jackson's and could be sure that they would all be in the rear of the house
in the kitchen.  This she had done, but lunch had taken longer than
expected and the youngster had been out in the cold for almost an hour.

   Simon unlocked the door and bundled the girl inside.  He made her tea
and rubbed her hands and feet as she sipped at it.  As she warmed up her
smile got brighter and wider and when it seemed certain that she could
smile no wider she announced that she had finished her tea.

   "Wanna see my room?" asked Simon coyly.

   "uh huh" she whispered

   He took her hand and led her down the hallway and up the stairs.  His
room was second on the right ad he opened the door, stood back and ushered
her in before him.

   Charlotte took a few moments to look at the posters on the wall, the
books on the shelves and the toys under the bed.  Then, satisfied that she
knew him a little better, she turned to face him.

   Simon wasn't sure what to do now.  His confidence had left him and he
was frightened of scaring her away.  He needn't have worried.

   Seeing or sensing his hesitation Charlotte took control the way only a
pretty girl can.

   "Can I take off my coat?" she asked

   He nodded and she did, folding it neatly and draping it over his desk
chair.

   "Can I take off my sweater?" she went on, tugging it over her head
without waiting for an answer.

   Simon swallowed, watched and waited.

   Finally, the sweater also neatly folded, she turned to him.

   "What wit the tea and all that foot rubbing I'm quite hot.  Would you
mind if I took off the rest of my clothes?"

   Simon could only shake his head and sit down on the edge of his bed to
watch as this vision of loveliness slipped off her shirt, fairly skipped
out of her shoes, socks and jeans and then approached him wearing only her
panties.  The same white cotton panties with the red roses from the summer
before.

   "These are kinda tight" she explained "could you help me get them off?"

   Simon swallowed as his nervous hands reached up to the waistband of the
panties and dragged downwards.

   Once naked Charlotte turned and pirouetted, posed and pouted.  Then she
sat on the floor before the new teen and spread her legs wide.

   "Anything you want me to do Simon, anything, just ask." She hissed.

   "You....umm...you umm..  wanna do that....that thing.....with your
mouth?" he stuttered

   She grinned

   "You want me to suck your cock?" she giggled

   Simon simply groaned his affirmation as she crawled across the floor to
him.  Undoing his jeans she encouraged his to stand enough for her to tug
the material down to his ankles.  His briefs followed and Simon's erection
sprang forth in greeting.

   Seconds later the boy was gasping for breath as the back of a blonde
head bobbed in his lap.  He tried to give a warning but he was pretty much
taken by surprise himself.  The pretty blonde was ready though and as he
filled her mouth she held his cock steady to ensure that every drop of his
seed found the right target.

   "There" she said "that was much tidier.  What now?"

   "I...I dunno" spluttered Simon.

   Charlotte took control then.  Helping him sit up again she helped him
out of his clothes and then lay him down.  Using her hands, her lips and
her naked body she touched him all over, kissing his nipples, sucking on
his freshly emerging erection and then straddling his naked chest and
sliding up and down to leave tell tale snail trails on his skin.

   "I'm too young for you to fuck me yet" she said matter of factly "but
I'll do anything you want whenever you want if you'll wait a bit"

   Simon just nodded as she slid back down his body and once more drank of
his fountain.

   When she had finished she sat up, his jism creeping out of the corners
of her mouth.

   "Do you like the taste?" he asked her

   "Not much" she relied "But I like that it comes from you.  I have to go
soon.  Shall I do anything else first?"

   This time Simon grinned.  He stood her up, turned her around and had her
lean forwards against the wall.  Slapping the inside of her thighs gently
he encouraged her to spread her legs and then he reached between her thighs
from behind, found her slit and plunged a finger into her.  He rammed that
finger home many times, often lifting her lithe body off the floor as he
did so.

   "You're my slut Charlotte" he hissed I her ear.

   "Say it Charlotte, tell me what you are."

   "I'm .....I'm your slut...Simon." She gasped

   "Come for me slut.  Come for me."

   His renewed vigour made her do exactly that and her knees buckled as the
orgasm ripped through her.

   Charlotte left through the front door as if she had just visited briefly
and a few hours later Simon was, once again, playing Monopoly with Julie
and Malcolm.

   Malcolm crashed out early and stomped off in a serious huff.

   "Well I best be going" said Simon

   "We haven't finished the game yet" replied Julie

   "Naw well.  Just though it was best huh."

   "You wanna see my tits?" she blurted out

   Simon said nothing as his mind raced.  Only a sort time ago this very
girl had been ready to kill him and now the goods were on offer again.

   "Naw you're all right" he declined.

   "Well what then.  I kinda miss you" she gushed

   "Looking's boring after a bit ya know."

   "well" she offered "you can touch....if you wanna......or I'll touch
you."

   He hesitated.  He hesitated just enough for Julie to stand, strip off
her sweatshirt and undo her jeans.  She wore neither bra or panties and was
effectively naked to his gaze.

   The demon and the angel should work against each other in these moments.
Somehow, the angel had missed this appointment and only the demon hissed
into Simon's ear.

   He could hardly believe it when he heard his own voice quite clearly and
steadily.

   "You can suck my dick if you want." There was an air of expectancy in
the room.  Simon expected to be thrown out with some force but it was not
to be.

   Shoving her jeans down below her ankles Julie knelt and shuffled across
the floor, through the Monopoly board to where Simon sat.

   "I never did this before though" she explained as she hesitantly
released the rapidly forming erection from his jeans.

   She studied the appendage for a moment as it grew and then plunged it
into her mouth pulling back immediately coughing and gagging.

   "I think that you're s'posed to take it in slowly not swallow the whole
thing" laughed Simon "You wanna try again or should I go?"

   She didn't answer but simply bent her head and sucked the tip of his
cock into her mouth - slowly this time.

   He held the back of her head as he spoke to her.

   "When I come it will make a huge mess if you don't swallow it so just
stay where you are and take it huh."

   He thought that her head bobbed slightly differently and assumed that
she meant yes and then lay back and waited for his seed to rise.

   It didn't take long and soon Julie was coughing and gagging and trying
to hold the tide back with her hands.  It didn't work, jism spurted out and
down her chest, trickling into the groove and disappearing into the mat of
dark hair between her legs.  Simon chuckled and was rewarded with a smile
back from the flushing face of Julie.

   "Open wide" he whispered

   Julie obediently opened her mouth.

   "No" he laughed "not there, open down below."

   The light dawned and the teen spread her legs wide before her neighbour.

   "Cool.  Next time I might put something in there but right now I think
you oughta clean up a bit.  G'night."

   He half expected a torrent between his shoulder blades as he left the
room but all he got was

   "G'night Simon.  Thank you."

   He couldn't help but chuckle over the thank you as he made his way home.

   End of Part 2