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Archive name: traci1.txt (Mf, m+f, inc, ped)
Authors name: James Wellington
Story title : TRACI: JUNIOR HIGH NEIGHBORHOOD SLUT
CHAPTER 1 of 6

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	My marriage came to a crashing halt the afternoon my
wife came home from work early and found me fucking our fifteen
year-old baby-sitter.

	We'd been married just out of high school and had two
kids right away. After the second baby was born we both agreed
that should be the end of the children and I went to the doctor
for "the operation". Having a vasectomy didn't bother me at all.
In fact, I saw it as an opportunity to pursue my secret interest
in young girls without either me or them having to worry about
pregnancy. It's amazing the number of young teenage girls eager
to discover the wonderful world of sex once they didn't have to
worry about 'accidents'.

	Our baby-sitter, Janice, had moved into the apartment
across the hall from us several months before, and we had hired
her for the summer to watch our two elementary-aged children
while my wife and I worked during the day. She had a freckled,
round, plain-looking face with sort of "sad" eyes, but a fan-
tastically firm, slender, sexy teenage body with small, pale,
freckled-covered breasts tipped with little pink nipples and a
great, smooth, tight little ass. There was a strong sexual aura
surrounding her, and the first time we met I felt the attraction.
And it sure wasn't hard to get her pants off the first time,
either.

	I usually got home from work in the mid-afternoon, about
two hours earlier than my wife, and nearly every day, while the
kids played outside in the yard, I locked the apartment door and
enjoyed her sexy and responsive young body for awhile before she
went home.

	One day the electricity went off in the bank where my
wife worked and they sent everyone home early. She unlocked the
apartment door, walked in, and found me sitting on the couch
with my jeans and underwear bunched down around my ankles as
Janice knelt on the couch and straddled my lap. Although she
still wore her white tennis shoes, the teenage girl was com-
pletely naked from the waist down, her shorts and panties
laying on the floor. Her slender and pale body moved quickly
up and down, her round, shapely ass slapping down on my bare
thighs as she frantically bounced up and down on my cock. My
hands cradled and caressed her sweet little behind, as I played
with the crack of her ass and tickled her asshole with my finger
tips as her firm little butt moved over me.

	My wife froze for an instant when she saw what was
happening, turned around, and slammed the door as she left.
I was just about ready to shoot off into this fifteen-year-old
girl's tight and wet cunt for the second time that afternoon
and, at that moment, didn't give a damn what happened or who
saw us. Afterwards, my wife gave me a week to move out.

	I guess my attraction to young girls goes back to the
time I was about twelve or thirteen-years-old, in junior high
school, and just discovering the difference between boys and
girls and the wonderful and forbidden pleasures that difference
could bring. My sister was about ten-years-old at the time and
had a friend about the same age, named Amy, that she often
played with.

	Amy always seemed to wear dresses or skirts when she
came over to play with my sister. They were just plain, simple,
sometimes ragged, play dresses, not fancy or anything. I over-
heard Amy tell my little sister her mom insisted that she wear
them.

	Anyway, the little girl seemed unconcerned about the
fact that, as the two girls played, her skirt would come up and
she'd constantly expose her white cotton panties. But, to a horny
young junior high boy with a cock that was hard just about all
the time, seeing her underwear was quie a thrill and, when I
was invited to play "house" with them, I usually took advantage
of the opportunity.

	One day, we built a 'secret hide-away' in the back of
the garage using several very large cardboard boxes and old
blankets. As we moved around our little fort I took every
chance I could to put my hand up under Amy's loose-fitting
dress and feel her ass and pussy. The first time I touched
her, she was crawling on her hands and knees moving into the
hideout and I was right behind her. As she knelt on all fours
in front me and started to squeeze through the cut-out opening,
I reached up under her skirt and held her between her legs, my
fingers kind of cupping and holding her crotch. I was really
scared that she might make a fuss and tell my sister and my
fingers trembled but, God, I was horny, and that narrow white
strip between her legs was so inviting.

	I was really surprised when the little girl stopped
moving as she felt my hand rubbing over the cotton-covered
mound between her legs. I was afraid she was going to start
yelling or something, but she just stayed still, crouched on
her hands and knees in front of me until I heard my sister
finally ask why it was taking her so long to get through the
door. I dropped my hand as she moved in and I nervously waited
for accusations that never came.

	Her reaction, or lack of, immediately made me much
more bold, and I began to look for every opportunity to
secretly slip my hand under her dress and fondle her panty-
covered little-girl pussy whenever my sister wasn't looking.
Later that same afternoon, my sister went to the house to get
lemonade and cookies and left the two of us alone for about
ten minutes. As soon as she left, Amy and I sat in silence
and building excitement at our secret game that seemed so
dirty, and yet so much fun.

	We looked at each other for a moment wondering who
was going to make the first move, before I slowly, nervously,
crawled across the box and over to her. As I sat next to the
young girl, I put my hand on her long, bare, skinny leg. I
wasn't quite sure what she was going to do, but I didn't
expect the girl to lift the hem of her dress, draw her legs
up, separate her knees, and let my hand slide down along the
smoothness of her inner thigh and fall onto her pussy mound.

	My hand lay still for a momen before, with trembling
fingers, I slowly rubbed back and forth over her private
pleasure place. We both knew that this was a forbidden, dirty
thing to do, and we both enjoyed it very much. Time seemed to
move in slow motion as we silently sat together, the sexual
tension like high-voltage electricity crackling around us as
my hand moved purposely between her thin, parted thighs,
touching and caressing the puffy, round folds of her pussy
through her panties.

	For the next several weeks Amy came over to play with
my sister often and, whenever my sister wasn't looking, I
constantly played with Amy's hairless little pussy. For a
young junior high school boy just discovering the secret,
private pleasure places of a girl's body this was incredibly
arousing stuff. I found myself thinking about the little girl
all the time and what we were doing. I can remember how hard
my cock felt in my pants as I saw our furtive sessions in my
mind, and eagerly anticipated what we were going to do together
when she came over to play again.

	After the first couple of times we played our secret
sex game, I finally became bold enough to slip my fingers under
the elastic leg band of her panties and actually feel the bare
skin of the lips of her pussy and the little cleft that
separated them. The first time I did it she groaned a little.
It was the first sound I'd ever heard her make as we played
our dirty little game, and my hand froze as my finger pressed
down into her little slit. I asked if I was hurting her. She
whispered in a small voice that I wasn't.....that it felt good.

	One Saturday afternoon, several weeks later, Amy came
over to play as she usually did. This time, however, my sister
wasn't home, but I was, and it was our first opportunity to be
completely by ourselves. We both knew right away what we wanted
to do and, without a word, we quickly headed for the dark hide-
out in the garage.

	Once inside, her lace-fringed little white panties came
off right away and stayed off for the rest of the afternoon as
we played together. It was the first time that my jeans came off,
too. She seemed somewhat frightened by the lump that pushed out
the front of my white cotton briefs. But she quickly overcame
that fear when I took her small, trembling little hand and
showed her how to hold and rub my hard erection. After that I
couldn't hardly keep her hand out of my lap, and she was more
than ready when, a little while later, my underwear joined her
panties in a pile in the corner.

	The ten-year-old girl seemed fascinated by the sight and
feel of my small, little-boy cock, and she constantly kept her
fingers wrapped around my little pole that afternoon as if she
didn't want to let go. I showed her how to skim her fist up and
down my sensitive shaft and make me feel good, too, and she
watched excitedly as drops of clear juice dribbled up from the
hole on the tip.

	All afternoon she sat beside me, her dress pulled up
around her waist and her naked thighs spread apart. She held
and squeezed my prick while my fingers cupped and played with
her hairless pubes. We reveled in our thrilling and forbidden
actions, and we felt so grown-up. One afternoon, when we were
again able to be alone, she finally made me cum. I guess the
moaning I made and the spray of cum that shot out of my cock
scared her to death, but made me feel like I'd never felt
before. Once she'd got over the surprise and realized what
had happened, she was eager to try it again, and I was only
too happy to oblige her.

	Later that summer, just as school was going to begin,
our family moved to a house in the country and I never saw Amy
again. But my attraction to young girls never lessened though,
until my involvement with the baby-sitter, there had been no
opportunities to indulge my secret desires.

	After my divorce I wandered for a few years, moving
from town to town doing odd jobs. I finally settled in a large
city in the mid-west where I took a job as a night security
guard. I like the privacy of living in a house and not an
apartment, and I looked for a place to rent that was within
my meager salary. The only thing I could afford was an old,
run-down, two story house in a very old part of the city. An
alley ran behind the house and an old shed stood at the back
of the yard near the alley. It had once been used as a garage,
but my landlord now stored old furniture and boxes in it.

	I like to work with my hands and I especially like to
work in the yard. One day, soon after I moved in, I was filling
some holes with dirt in the back yard and while I watched a
group of ragged neighborhood kids that constantly ran up and
down the alley. Barefoot and dirty, they were young kids,
mostly boys, but their leader seemed to be an older girl.
Taller and physically bigger than the other kids, she appeared
to be in charge, a tom-boy, ordering them around as they played
their games.

	Over the next week or so I watched for her as the kids
played in the neighborhood. She was always dressed the same -
a pair of unwashed, beltless corduroy pants or jeans, bare feet,
and either a tube top or halter top covering her small budding
breasts. Rising up like small, pointed cones from her girlish
chest, her breast mounds were just beginning to push out against
her clothing, though I noticed that her small, pebble-like
nipples were often hard, erect, and attractive.

	It was difficult to tell how old she was, though I found
out later she was twelve, almost thirteen. She had the slender
hips of a young girl who'd not quite begun to fill out, though
she had a nice shapely little ass. Her stringy blond hair hung
down to her shoulders and, with a freckled face and pert nose,
she was a cute girl bordering on pretty.  She reminded me a lot
of Amy.

	Once, as the group raced by on some 'secret mission', I
stopped one of the boys and asked about her. He said her name
was Traci and that she was going to be in seventh grade.
Apparently she went to the public school nearby.

	He must have told Traci that I'd asked about her because
later on in the afternoon she came walking up the alley by her-
self, no gang in sight.  It was a hot, summer day and she wore
the usual outfit - old dirty cords, halter top tied with two
strings, one behind her back and the other behind her neck, bare
foot, and unwashed. Tiny, hardened little nipples pressed out
against her halter top, and her little breasts quivered ever so
slightly under the loose material as she walked toward me.

	"...heard you asked about me," she said, a glint of both
interest and challenge in her eyes.

	"Yeah, I did."

	"Why?"

	I decided to be up-front with her. If she wasn't
interested in the things I had in mind, well, so-be-it. But, if
she was, I wanted to find out.

	"I thought you were an attractive girl and I like to know
the attractive girls in the neighborhood."

	Her dirty cords clung tightly to her slender hips and
round, little ass, but the waistband had no belt and gapped open
around her slim waist. As she stood near me I glanced down and
could easily see the elastic waistband of her panties. She didn't
seem to mind, or care, as I looked her over, not hiding my effort
to see inside the waistband of her pants.  She looked young,
innocent and, at the same time, wild, sexy, and unwashed. I was
very aroused.

	"Why do you like to know the girls in the neighborhood?"
she asked, looking hard into my face. "Do you...like to do things
to them?"

	"What do you mean, 'do things'?" I asked, a little sur-
prised at her frankness.

	"I got a couple of brothers who like to do things to me.
That's what we call it-'do things'. They....uh..like to rub me
between my legs and stuff. Sometimes they come into my room when
my mom's gone and rub me there and pull my underpants down and
touch me."

	"How long have they been doing this kind of stuff to you?"

	"Mmmm...I don't know..for the last couple of years, I know.
I guess Jeff started doin' it to me when he was in sixth or seventh
grade and I was in fourth. Robby's only been doin' things to me
this year."

	"How do you feel about it? Do you like it when they 'do
things' to you?"

	"It felt kinda funny at first, but kinda good, too. It was
just kinda fun to do, pullin' my pants down and stuff, but now it
feels real good. In fact, I really like it when they do it. Some-
times I lay in my bed at night and feel funny down between my legs
and wish they'd come in and do things to me then."

	"How old are they?" I asked.

	"Robby's eleven. He's gonna to be in seventh grade and Jeff's
fourteen-years-old and goin' into high school. Actually, they're
my step-brothers 'cause mom married their father after I was born,
but he took off a couple of years ago and we haven't heard from
him since."

	"How old are you?"

	"I'm twelve now, but I'll be thirteen in a couple of weeks."
She seemed proud of that.

	"When you say they 'do things'...touch you, how do they touch
you?"

	"Mom's usually never home 'cause if she's not workin' she's
at the bar.  So my brothers and me are home a lot. Sometimes, when
I'm standing, doing something around the house, one of em'll come up 
and put their hand between my legs and rub me down there. I let
'em do it to me 'cause it feels so good. Sometimes they'll put their
hands down inside my pants and feel me like that."

	"But, my favorite is when one or both come into my room at
night and pull my underpants down. Then they have me spread my legs
a little and put their fingers into me... you know, up my...pussy.
That feels best of all.  Sometimes it's just one of 'em; sometimes
both. I get real wet and hot between my legs. They push a finger
in and move it around a lot, getting me wetter. We had a movie this
year on periods and sex and stuff and I guess that's what it's
kinda like, isn't it?"

	I began to understand her casual attitude toward sexual
touching. She lived in an environment where it was considered
normal, natural.

	"It sounds like fun to me. So, you really like it, huh?"

	"Yeah, I really do," said Traci, glancing down at the
ground and speaking in a small voice, suddenly a little self-
onscious. "I've been wonderin' what it'd be like with someone
else...a little older. Would you...like to do things, too?"

	"I'd like to show you how to do some new things that
make you feel even better. Would you like that?"

	"OK," she said, looking up with a smile.

	"Let's go inside. I have a nice place where we won't be
bothered." I led her into the shed that was on the property
next to the alley. It was almost like an old large, double-sized
garage and, like I said, the landlord used it to store a bunch
of old furniture. I opened the side door and we entered. There
was no electricity in the place, but several dirty windows high
up near the roof allowed in enough light to dimly illuminate the
interior.

	It was cool inside and smelled slightly musty, a nice
refuge from the summer heat. Along one wall was a large, old
couch and across from it, sitting on some wooden boxes and
raised about four feet off the floor, was an old box springs
and mattress. Cardboard boxes were stacked everywhere. I led
the twelve-year-old girl over to the couch and we sat down.

	Listening to her frank sexual talk was exciting. I
wanted to hear more, and she didn't seem shy or embarrassed
about telling me.

	"Tell me, did you and your brothers do anything today?"

	"Sure, almost every day. My mom's working today so she
left before we got up. I usually wear a shirt and panties to
bed and leave 'em on in the morning as I walk around the house,
picking up and stuff. This morning, my older brother, Jeff,
found me in the kitchen and had me take my panties off so
I'd be wearing just my shirt and be naked underneath. The boys
often do that, and I like it." She giggled. "Sometimes when I
feel kinda...you know, dirty, and I know mom's not home, I'll
take my panties off before I get up and walk around the house
like that, hoping they'll do things to me. It makes me feel
so...sexy; it's fun."

	"As I walk around they put their hands between my legs
and their fingers up into my pussy for a minute. Sometimes I'll
stand next to one of them while they're sitting down and they'll
put their fingers up between my legs and play with my...hole.
They'll push a finger up inside it and move it in and out real
fast. God, it feels so good and I get real wet down there when
they play with me like that."

	"Once in a while, when I'm doing dishes at the sink,
they'll walk up in back of me and do me like that from behind.
I just kinda lean forward and spread my legs a little and they
tickle my....pussy. I want 'em to be able to do it 'cause it
feels good to me, what they do with their fingers. I start to
get all wet and hot down there."

	"It's called 'finger-fucking'," I explained, wanting
her to hear the sexy words. "When someone uses their fingers
and slides them in and out of your pussy like that it's called
finger-fucking. You should use those words..it makes it more
fun. So, you like it when they finger-fuck you?"

	"Yeah..I like it when they....finger-fuck me. There,
I said it. God, it sounds...."

	"Sexy?"

	"Yeah, sexy..and dirty. God, I love it."

	"How long have your brother's been doing this to you?"

	"Well, my older brother, Jeff, started doin' me a
couple of years ago...and Robby's just started."

	There was a long, silent pause as I gathered my courage.
Finally, I spoke. "I'd like to finger-fuck you. Would you like
that?"

	She nodded in agreement.

	"Will you take your pants off?"

	Traci stood up and unsnapped and unzipped her pants. They
were down and off her feet quickly. The young girl stood before me
dressed in her halter top and small, dingy white bikini panties.

	"Now, take your panties off."

	Without hesitation, she grabbed the elastic waistband, slid
them down her slender legs, and pulled them off her feet. She let
them lay on the floor and stood up, her halter top the only clothing
on her body. A small, very light triangle of silky blond pubic hair
was barely visible just beginning to grow and spread up over her
lower belly from between her thighs.

	"Turn around slowly."
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A PICTURE OF SWEET TRACI IS ENCLOSED WITH THIS TRANSMISSION. THIS
PICTURE WAS TAKEN IN MY SHED ON TH COUCH THAT WE USED WHILE HAVING
SEX. HOPE YOU ENJOY IT AS MUCH AS I DID WHEN I TOOK IT.
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