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Shirley is thirteen now, and proving to be QUITE the exhibitionist. (Mf, ped, oral, 1st, exh, celeb-parody *** [Smithton, Pennsylvania 1947] I'd been friends with Paul Jones since we were seven. I was big for my age and saved him from a group of bullies. Paul never forgot that. We became the best of friends and in High School I introduced him to my sister's friend Marjorie. We became like the Three Musketeers. I was his Best Man at their wedding and today I work for him at the Jones Brewing Company. I'd been living with my parents still when I started working and was able to save up to buy a small house in Smithton. Paul and Marjorie had never been to my house, but after their daughter Shirley Mae was born March 31, 1934 - asking me to be the godfather, I accepted of course - they moved from Charleroi to Smithton, right next door to me! Of course their house was larger than mine and I spent more time there. Paul and I would drink beer and listen to the radio, or drink beer and play cards with Marjorie and some lady friend. I was pretty popular with the ladies, being nearly 6'5", blonde-haired, blue-eyed and well-muscled. But little Shirley always sat on my lap and never gave me a hard time. As she grew older she developed a rebellious streak and was always a tomboy - her parents had to make her wear dresses for her birthday parties - but along the way it turned out the cute girl with the long blonde her halfway down her back almost always in a ponytail had a talent for singing. At six she was singing in our Methodist Church Choir. Shirley had quite the voice. As she grew she grew more and more pretty as she and I got closer and closer. At the same time she grew more rebellious towards her parents but never towards me. She developed some other habits too. Being thirteen now, a beautiful young woman, Shirley has been in the habit of leaving her bedroom door opened as she would change her clothes. I would have to pass her bedroom to get to the bathroom. Drinking lots of beer does that to you. I'd always get an eyeful of the girl - couldn't help but get an eyeful - and she knew and would give me a little smile. She must not have done it to her parents because she never got yelled at for it nor did either one every say anything about it. It's possible she did it in front of her father too, but he probably didn't want to say anything in front of Marjorie. I'd see Shirley in various stages of undress. Mostly with her overalls down to her waist unless she was in jeans that day and showing off one of her fancy bras. I knew she was well-developed, a 36C. I'd check her bras in the hamper. Check wasn't the only thing. Yeah, I was masturbating to the sight of one of her sexy bras, scandalous for sure. But I couldn't resist. I'd started masturbating to my own mother's bras at eleven years of age. I had discovered masturbating and was addicted. My mother would've killed me if she'd found out, but I was careful. I had to be. There were other times I'd see Shirley in just her bra and panties. Her butt filled out those cotton panties nice. Shirley had a narrow waist, possibly only 21", and her hips were about 35". She had skin like porcelain... I got to see her out of her bra once. Her back was to me of course. Shirley knew what she was doing, smiling back at me over her shoulder. I'd have stayed and lingered, knowing she would have turned for me and showed me the breasts I masturbated over, but I didn't want to chance it. Of course you know I masturbated vigorously in the bathroom. Yes, not only did I masturbate, I masturbated over a thirteen year old girl. Highly scandalous. But I never felt guilty about it. I guess all those years of masturbating partially warped my mind. Masturbating to Shirley was almost as good as sinking into a tight vulva. I did that a lot too. The woman loved my large pole, probably from years of masturbation. Shirley still sat on my lap often. Her parents never said anything about it. Especially since she was better behaved when I was around. Shirley would always give me a erection, even if I'd just ejaculated earlier, and she wiggle her substantial butt against it, careful not to catch the notice of her parents though. I imagined Shirley would be quite a lover someday. Maybe not to me but to some lucky son of a whore. Shirley and I rarely were ever alone. And she never was over my house. Well, we were alone when we went for walks or went somewhere to eat or have an ice cream soda, if you can call that alone. She wasn't naughty with me in public. She's mostly talk about the games she'd play with boys, a baseball game she heard on the radio or one we'd see when she and I or she and her father or all three of us would see at Yankee Stadium over in New York. Shirley was in tomboy mode mostly when we were out in public. Of course with her good looks and that long hair going down her back in that ponytail no one confused Shirley with a boy even in overalls and a baseball cap. And those 36Cs pressing out against her clothes. It was a hot Summer day when we were out on one of her walks. We were both sweaty but at the same time we agreed the sun felt good. "Hey," Shirley said, hitting me in the arm gently. "I know where there's a waterhole we can cool off in." She turned toward the nearby woods. No one was around to see the grown man go off into the woods with the young teen dressed as a boy. I followed Shirley into the thick woods, the sounds of birds singing around us and squirrels scampering around. It was a little bit cooler in here too. After maybe twenty minutes, the wood opened up some. The first thing I heard was the sound of trickling water. Then I saw what looked like a miniature waterfall trickling down into Shirley's waterhole. Shirley started to undress. When she had suggested to me the waterhole I hadn't thought about the fact that we had no bathing suits with us. As she undressed I assumed Shirley would swim in her underwear. Wrong. Back to me, her bra was unclasped and quickly discarded. Then her fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties and began to push them down. Her well-rounded buttocks came into view with the deep, dark crack separating them. Shirley bent over to push down her panties - her crack opening, the darker hairs running up and down it coming into view - and stepped out of them. Straightening back up, Shirley turned to face me, smiling. I was finally seeing her naked for the first time... Her breasts were large on her slim body, high and firm, with dark pinkish-brown areolae. Her nipples were erect. Her vulva was covered by a mass of dark blonde curls. "Well?" Shirley said, playfulness in her voice. "Are you going to undress?" As if hypnotized, I slowly undressed, not even thinking about being a grown man about to be naked in front of a young teenage girl... And there was something else I definitely wasn't thinking of... Soon as I was down to my briefs, Not realizing how they were obscenely tenting my rigid pole. I wasn't that far out of it to notice the look on Shirley's face and the fact that her eyes were drawn below my waist. When I eased down my briefs, the girl went "Mmmm..." as my hard pole smacked back up against my midsection. Still, I was too far gone to come to my senses - or did I really want to anyway? - to stop and cover up. "Wow, Jimmy," Shirley said as I stepped out of my briefs. Only Paul ever called me Jimmy besides Shirley, and she only did it when she was being playful or goofy. "Yours is bigger than my dad's..." Shocked but even more aroused, I asked "You've seen your father's..." Shirley nodded. "And his isn't the only one," She grinned naughtily. "I've spied and mom and dad having sex for years. And I've snuck around and peeked in neighbors' windows and watched them too. I love watching people have sex..." She said, voice dripping with sexiness. The whole time she spoke her hazel eyes were looked on my pole, making it ache. She licked her lips. "I don't know why," Shirley began, slipping to her knees in front of me, "But a queer idea just popped into my head..." Opening her mouth, Shirley slipped her lips around my throbbing pole. I groaned. She moaned as her mouth started bobbing along it, faster and faster, and taking more and more into her young, warm mouth. I'd never seen anything like it before! I've been with girls who masturbated me until I ejaculated or took my inside their vulva, but no girl EVER took me in her mouth... I have to say it was quite amazing feeling her mouth around my pole, especially with Shirley moaning around it as she was. The vibrations traveled along it and raced through my body, making my eyes roll back at times. Shirley was hardly able to take in half my length but she sure did try hard. I was gasping and groaning, my testicles aching. I couldn't help myself. I grunted and began to ejaculate into the girl's mouth. Shirley's eyes widened but suddenly she started swallowing my semen down! I saw her throat muscles working hard as she drank down my semen as fast as it spurt from my pole. I shot fourteen or fifteen bolts of semen into the young teen's mouth before it began to soften. She slipped her mouth off of my pole, licking her lips again. "Mmmm, that was good!" She purred. "Tasted like tapioca...just not as sweet," Shirley giggled. Jumping up, she leaped into the waterhole with a loud splash. I was hot and sweaty and more than happy to follow the girl's lead. We swam around for a long time, enjoying the cool water and each other's company. Things had changed between us but it was as if nothing had changed at all. We finally got out and laid out on the grass to dry off, Shirley pulling her ponytail out in front of her. I'm not sure how long we lay there, but our hair was dry too when we finally dressed and went home. Neither of us verbally said "Don't tell anyone" but I knew she wouldn't and was sure Shirley was thinking the same thing. That night felt even hotter as I had my bedroom window open all the way. My bedroom was on the second floor on the opposite side of the house from Paul and Marjorie's and no other neighbors as close by. A small bit a roof outside of it with in ivy trellis leaning against the wall under it. I never heard Shirley climb the ivy trellis. How could I have? But as she climbed into the window I was awoken. I was sleeping in bed naked, the thing sheet only up to my waist. As the girl slowly undressed in the moonlight my pole quickly hardened, looking like a miniature ghost under the sheet. Shirley slipped into bed with me, her hand sliding under the sheet and around my pole. She masturbated it as she grinned at me. Ducking under the cover, Shirley started to suck me again like she had earlier that day. And as I had that time I came quick in her mouth, and the young teen swallowed it down again. Slipping out from under the cover, Shirley grinned like the cat that ate the canary, masturbating my pole once more. "That was a trick I thought up," She said quietly. "After seeing so many people have sex, I know men do it quick the first time, but last longer the second time. IF they keep it up," Shirley giggled. "And you want me to last longer the second time because..." I had an idea why, but I didn't want to get my hopes up. "Because I'm tired of just watching," Shirley admitted. "I'm ready to start doing." I grinned. "Then let's do it." Shirley lay on her back and spread her legs. I mounted the girl. Her vulva was very wet. I started sliding my pole along her vulva, soaking it in her juices. When it was wet enough I eased the head into her. "Oh!" Shirley moaned. "That feels so unexpected..." "Want me to stop?" "No!" She blurted out. "No. It was unexpected but in a good way," Shirley smiled. I slid in further until I felt the barrier. "I've been with a few virgins," I told her. "And it always hurts for a few moments the first time. I just wanted to warn you." Shirley nodded. "I'm ready." Pulling back, I rammed my pole through her virginity. Shirley bit her lower lip as she grabbed my forearms hard, stifling a scream. I kept on pumping in and out of her tight, young pussy, and her hold on me relaxed. Her body started to relax under me. Tears were streaming down Shirley's face, but she didn't look in pain anymore. And she started to moan. "Now I see why people love doing this," She sighed. "Just wait," I said. "It gets a lot better." I maintained my pace and Shirley started writhing under me. Her moans grew louder and she started to groan. Her head rolled back and she began to convulse, gasping and crying out. Then she orgasmed. Shirley's whole body seemed to quake as she did. Her head thrashed around as her body seemed to pump up towards mine. As her orgasm passed she smiled up at me. But before she could say anything a second orgasm hit her. Shirley gritted her teeth as she screamed. She was gasping and groaning, starting to whimper too. And that became standard as I increased my speed. Shirley started orgasming more often, and when I started ramming into her harder she orgasmed longer as well. She climaxed several dozen times before I ejaculated. I always last a long time when I have sex but this time I REALLY lasted a long time. Fifty minutes past before I began to spurt inside Shirley's vulva. The first time I did it inside someone without a condom. I shot off at least a good fifteen times inside of Shirley as she thrashed through another climax. My pole finally slipped out of her as it quickly softened. I rolled off of her and onto my back beside her. Shirley was whimpering as she caught her breath. Then she slipped out of bed and dressed. Coming back to the bed she whispered "We have to do this more often," then kissed me. I watched her slip back out the window, smiling as I drifted off to sleep despite the heat. I was looking forward to lots of sex with eager, young Shirley. Who needed anyone else with a minx like her? 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