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Good Little 3rd Grade Girl
This is a taboo story, it’s dirty, it’s filthy, and it’s perverted. Yet, you might also find here a bit of juvenile romance and passion. If young sex bothers you then you won’t like this. This is just a little bit of soft fluff to make a lazy day go by.
Good Little 3rd Grade Girl
Mom and Dad trusted me to stay out of trouble, so they went to visit my aunt and uncle without me. I was a good boy and I considered myself fairly mature for a fella with 15 years of age under his belt.
At this very moment, I was nearly finished reassembling a moped I had dismantled and repaired inside our garage. I loved tinkering on mechanical things and, to tell the truth, I was a pretty dang good mechanic!
BOOM! What the hell? Was that a gunshot? Looking out the opened doublewide garage door, I spied a little girl trying her best to control a runaway bicycle which had blown a front tire.
I suppose my protective instincts kicked into high gear. Before I could think, I reacted. Jumping up, I raced out the door, sprinted out to the sidewalk, and attempted to intercept the renegade vehicle.
As Yoda might say, too late, I was. Luckily, the bike careened into our grassy yard instead of out into the street. Not so fortunately, the bicycle jackknifed and threw its rider head over heels over the handlebars. The screaming girl child’s body was thrown into an overgrown, bushy, brambly flowerbed.
“Girl, are you okay?” I raced up and asked. Without awaiting an answer, I waded out into the thorny flowerbed and snatched the child up into my arms.
The child was trembling. She’d had a scare, that’s for sure. “I don’t know,” she answered. “Oh no, I’m bleeding!” she cried.
Sure enough, she was bleeding from multiple injuries. They looked to be minor scrapes and scratches, but you never could tell without a thorough examination. Cradling the kid against my shirtless summer chest, I trotted back into the garage.
As I ran, I realized who the girl was. She lived two houses down, her name was Aimee, and she was an 8-year-old 3rd grader. I didn’t know her last name and I’d never spoken a word to her before.
In an effort to comfort this kid, I made a quick introduction. ‘Hey girl, I’m Jack,” I said. “Don’t worry, you will be okay!”
A small workshop occupied a back corner of the garage. I sat Aimee on a four-foot wide by six-foot long worktable. I dashed into the house and returned with soap, water, disinfectant, and bandages.
I suppose it never occurred to me that this was a job more suited for a girl child’s mother. Perhaps the girl was in shock because she made no attempt to set me straight.
Luckily, this girl’s face was relatively unscathed. Oh, and what a pretty face she had! Dimpled cheeks, heart-shaped lips, and sparkling green eyes were framed by a flyaway wreath of jet black curls. I dabbed my wet cloth at several errant tears. This sweetheart of a girl looked so innocent and vulnerable I just wanted to reach out, kiss her, and make it ‘all better’.
Impulsively, that’s just what I did! My lips gently touched her forehead. When she raised her head, an impetuous impulse caused me to brush her lips with mine. For some reason my lips lingered a few precious seconds. Without my permission, the tip of my tongue daringly ran over her mouth.
Aimee’s short, sleeveless halter top was speckled with bloody patches. This was not a time for standing on the rigid rules of propriety. Grabbing the top’s hem, I lifted the garment and pulled it over the girl’s head.
To be truthful, I suppose I expected to see a bra. With the girl being only 8, I guess this was a bit unrealistic. There was no bra. As there were no tits, there was no need for a bra. Although she was definitely flat-chested, there was an unmistakable look of femininity to the girl’s body.
Aimee was a trooper, I can say that. She sat right there on the edge of the worktable while I washed and disinfected her upper body wounds. Luckily, none of the cuts or scrapes required more than a bandaid or two to cover them.
Other than the scrapes and cuts, there were no other blemishes marring this girl’s flawless flesh. So tempting was the appealing sight, my fingers used the pretense of seeking out wounds to touch it. The silky warm skin seemed to melt as I caressed it.
Temptation gnawed at me as cheese in a trap would torturously lure a rat. The very same lips which had touched this girl’s mouth now wanted to kiss her belly and chest. Tits or not, she was nonetheless a handful of feminine delight.
“Oh, goodness me,” I whispered huskily. “Forgive me Sweetie, but I just have to do this!”
Slipping my hands under the girl’s armpits, I lifted her flyweight body up to where she was dangling above me. My lips kissed her seductive belly bump and tickled her tiny bellybutton. As my exploring mouth touched her flat chest, I could swear my sucky-kissy lips felt the swell of a bosom and the stiffening rise of a couple of budding nipples! My imagination must be playing tricks on me!
Abruptly as it began, it ended. I sat Aimee’s sweet little ass back down on the table. After taking a seat on a chair, I lifted this girl’s barefooted legs one after the other and doctored their wounds. Slim, sexy, and oh so soft, these pretty little walking sticks definitely were pretty!
Now came the moment of truth. A momentous decision must be made. Do I dare treat and care for the wounds hidden beneath this girl child’s shorts and panties? Perhaps this is one part of the doctoring task I should leave to more appropriate hands!
Even as my mind debated the question of appropriate behavior, my nimble-fingered hands were already taking action. The hook holding Aimee’s pale blue shorts closed popped open. The zipper magically unzipped.
Whether it was God or the Devil or the Man in the Moon directing our movements, I didn’t know, but Aimee lay back flat on the table and I stripped every remaining stitch of her clothing off!
Boy oh boy, I had me a real live, jaybird naked little girl lying in front of me with every inch of her forbidden flesh exposed to my eyes! I guess Aimee saw my mesmerized stare. She was not a ‘bad’ girl. This child’s hands cupped her uncovered pubic mound in a flash and flipped over on her belly.
Aimee was quick, I’ll say that, but she was not so quick I didn’t get an eyeful of the nicest little mounded pussy I had ever seen. There was a mighty fine crack splitting the pretty pubic hill right into two perfect halves! And, the kicker here was this; there was not even the slightest hint of a pubic hair anywhere! Yesiree, the girl’s pussy was bare-nude bald!
My brain was sidetracked by the sight of an angry abrasion which ran across the sweetest little ass I’d ever seen. Several inches in length, the scratch didn’t look all that deep, but it did look painful.
Wetting my cloth, I proceeded to cleanse this wound with warm, clean water. I was fairly certain my disinfectant had alcohol in it and I could guess that this tender ass skin would burn like hell when I applied it.
As if reading my mine, Aimee tearfully pleaded. “Jack, do you have something which doesn’t burn bad?” she asked. “Sorry, but I’m a big baby!”
I was for sure stumped for an answer. As far as I knew, everything we had either stung, or burned, or both! “Sorry honey, but I don’t think I have anything else,” I regretfully admitted.
Whimpering cries broke my heart. Damnit, it just wasn’t fair that this sweetie should suffer! Just when I too was about to cry, an inspired bit of home-remedy trivia popped into my head. Whether it worked or not, I didn’t know.
“Hey Aimee, I have an idea,” I eagerly announced. “I’m only 15 so I don’t know a lot about medicinal things, but I’ve heard about a simple remedy which is both a pain reliever and a disinfectant! It is saliva out of your mouth! Don’t you just naturally put your finger in your mouth and suck on it if you stick it or cut if? It feels good too, doesn’t it? Wanna try?”
Aimee lifted her head and twisted to look at her naked derriere. Her eyes stared into mine with hope. “Jack, I can’t suck on my own…behind,” she said. “Will you suck on it for me?”
Well now, I wasn’t right sure about the sanitation involved in allowing someone else to suck you, but damnit, I wasn’t going to be the one to dash this girl’s hopes! Besides dumbass, how did I expect her to kiss her own ass anyway?
“Sure Sweetie,” I answered. “Lie down and I’ll fix you up right up!”
Bending over, my lips found the abrasion and went to town. Oh Lordy, I just couldn’t get over the incredible feeling I got when my hands or lips touched this girl’s supersoft skin! My tongue and lips thoroughly cleansed the wound, but didn’t stop there. I kissed this sweet little girl’s ass all over. My tongue traced down into the deep crack and tickled a puckered asshole. My hands massaged flesh.
Laying the cheek of my face against the erotic ass cheek of this little girl, I whispered, “Is that better?”
Aimee, at first, nodded without speaking. When she did talk, words tumbled out. “Yes, that part is much better,” she said. “But Jack, that’s not the part that hurts the worse! I…I think I did something to my…my pussy! I’m scared because it’s bleeding inside, I think?”
Bone-chilling fear shot down my spine. Now I know what it feels like to have somebody walk on your grave. God, please don’t let this innocent babe be hurt beyond repair!
“Jack, if you don’t mind,” Aimee timidly asked. “Will you examine my…pussy?”
I suppose fear of the unknown can alter normal behavior. Any other time and any other place this innocent girl would not stretch out on her back, spread her legs, and offer her naked pussy mound up for inspection. But, this is what she was doing now.
Little girl for sure was what this child was, but the swollen mound between her legs was a prime piece of all female flesh! If you wished upon a star for a nice piece of pussy then this is what you would get if your wish came true!
One of my hands gingerly spread over Aimee’s mound and cupped it gently. The puffy pussy was the softest place I had yet touched on her body! Using just my fingertips, I spread the outer lips and studied the crack running down to the underside of her ass.
What just had to be the prettiest little clitoral treasure any girl ever had, my eyes found right here! Small, perky, and sticking up stiff, it was breathtaking in its exotic beauty!
And then, I saw the dreaded blood! Right there hiding at the entrance to a delicate little inner hole were several droplets of already drying blood. Here I was expecting to find a hemorrhaging gusher, but in fact, I found only a trickle.
“Oh shit, Aimee, I know what this is!” I announced. “Girl, when you tumbled head over heels off your bike, you busted your virginal cherry!”
The girl looked back at me quizzically. “I did?” she asked. “Doesn’t this mean I’m not going to bleed to death? Of course it does! But Jack, it still burns and stings. Do you think you can reach where it hurts and doctor it like you did my…butt?”
This young lady was now showing the real depth of her sexual innocence. She didn’t even know what she was asking for. Why, the girl was behaving as if I would be doing ‘her’ a big favor by licking on and sucking her pussy!
As a fairly decent minded young man who likes to consider himself somewhat of a gentleman, I knew I should send this girl child home right this minute. On the other hand, who am I to look opportunity in the eye and spit in it? Damnit, if I did I’d loose my lifetime membership to the Pussylovers Club of America!
“Okay Babydoll, I’ll try,” I shrugged and said. “You just trust me. Lie back and I’ll see if I can ease your discomfort.”
Aimee was so trusting she relaxed completely. When I leaned my head between her legs, I felt the tentative touch of her fingers as her hands settled on the top of my head. Suddenly, my lips collided head-on with the swollen mass of this girl’s pussy mound! I kissed. I kissed the puffy lips and kissed down into the silky valleys which led to thighs. The sweet, sensuous scent of an all natural female pussy wafted into my nostrils and set my loins on fire!
Just as natural as night follows day, I moved from concentrating on Aimee’s outer pussy to her inner pussy. I spread her swollen folds, found the clitoral jewel I wanted, and slurped it into my mouth. The tiny protrusion stiffened harder and it grew in size. I tasted, I flicked, I licked, and I played with it.
Okay, I’m not supposed to be playing! I’m supposed to be administering comforting first aid. My fingers spread the little girl’s inner pussy lips. There, surrounded by a field of vibrant pink flesh, was the inflamed opening of Aimee’s cherry-busted vaginal cavity.
I really and truly wanted to soothe the innocent girl’s discomfiture, but was there any reason why I couldn’t have some fun too? I don’t think so! I’m no vampire, but I don’t believe I’ll be squeamish about a little taste of virginal blood. Heck, any fella who’d let a little squeamishness get in the way of his getting himself a piece of pussy to eat is a guy who doesn’t deserve to get any!
And, I was getting me a piece of pussy, I was, oh yes, I was! My saliva-wet tongue slid right through where a cherry barrier had been and started playing in a place made by nature for a cock to roam.
Once started, I couldn’t stop. I ate my new little girl friend’s pussy with the hearty appetite of a starving man. I kissed pussylips. I sucked honey clit. I tongue-fucked the sweetest, tightest, hottest little pussyhole I know I’ll ever find this side of heaven!
“Jack, oh what are you doing to me?” a faraway voice asked. “Oh, what is this feeling you’re making me have? Oh no, oh yes, yes, yes!”
A reclining girl’s feet climbed up my arms and searched until they found a head to wrap around. As I buried my face deeper into this girl’s pussy, I heard her whimpering cries of orgasmic cheer resounding around the garage. If I were to make a wild guess, I’d bet that Aimee had never cum before! Well boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen, this little gal is cumming now!
There on the garage table a little girl was trembling and quivering with shiver after shiver of carnal joy. Not knowing whether or not to shout out in happiness, she continued with her blissful whimpering cries.
I had a feeling Aimee was about at the end of her orgasmic rope. For good measure, I drove my cupped and stiffened tongue deep into her pussy in a series of probing, penetrating thrusts. The girl rode one more multiple wave of pleasure then collapsed beneath me.
Neither Aimee nor I spoke. This girl was either going to remember this fondly and love me forever or she else she was going to feel violated and remorseful. Oh please, let it be the former!
As an answer to my silent request, the sweet child slipped from the table and dropped in my lap. Throwing her arms around my shirtless chest, she held her nude body against me. “Thank you, Jack,” was all she said. But, it was enough!
I enfolded this sweet child in my arms, hugged her close, and rained kisses on her head. The girl scrunched against me and settled in as if my might be staying a while. That will be just fine with me!
There was only problem with the position I was settling in now and it was causing me a bit of discomfort. With all my fidgeting, this girl was bound to notice. And, she did. “What’s wrong, Jack?” she asked.
Well heck, I might as well then the truth! “Sweetie, I’ve kinda got my penis in a bunch and I need to get it straightened out!” I blurted out.
“Need my help?” Aimee innocently asked. “You helped me tremendously today, Jack. I guess I can help you, too!”
The naked girl stood on the floor between my legs. “Doesn’t this have to open?” she asked. With quick-flying, nimble fingers, Aimee unsnapped and unzipped my cutoff jeans. Reaching a hand inside my waistband, this girl searched for then found something to hold on to.
Aimee’s hand came out with the surprise catch of the day. “Oh my goodness, that’s a big one!” she exclaimed. “Jack, what do you want me to do with it?”
I’ll be damned if I’m gonna expose this little girl to the nasty thing boys have between their horny legs! Hell, I’m not that perverted and wicked! Damnit, yes you are so!
And, so I was. I jerked off my briefs and shorts. “Stand here beside me, Aimee,” I said. “If you really want to help me, just play with this. You can pump it like a bike pump. You can jerk on it or you can pull it. Damn, if you want, you can even kiss it!”
The girl was young, but she wasn’t one bit hard of hearing. The child took to cockplay like a duck takes to water. She was awkward and inexperienced, but she beat my meat, she jerked, she tugged, and yes she did kiss my penile rod.
I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it myself, but this little girl seemed to be completely fascinated with the feel of my cock against her in her face and lips! She kissed, she nippled, and she fondled my cockflesh with her lips and hands. Lordy, watch out when this girl really learns to suck cock!
Summoning my strength, I pulled out of the clutches of Aimee’s biting teeth. I wrapped her hands around my elongated manhood and ordered, “Pump this hard and fast! I’m getting ready to cum! God, you’re just too damn sexy for me to take this any longer!”
The girl pumped. She pumped fast. If she doesn’t already know what’s coming, then she is in for a rude awakening! If I’m any judge of girls, I’d say that this one has never seen a one-eyed cocksnake discharging its load of creamy cum.
The venomous serpent enclosed in Aimee’s hands spit. A whiplash of milky fire shot over this girl’s head. Unfazed by the surprise, she pumped more energetically. A creamy foam spray barely missed drowning us both.
Aimee beat my meat, she milked me, and she spurred my body to visit orgasmic heights it had never known. Perched up high, I was the King of the World!
Even kings have to come down from their lofty perch sometimes. I came down before I was ready, but god it was good while it lasted! Even though it was her first sexual experience, I believe Aimee had a good time, too. At least this child wasn’t running away in fear or shame!
“Hey Sweetie, that was fun!” I said as I hugged the girl’s nude body in my arms. After planting a few kisses on her cheeks and lips then grabbing another handful of young pussy, I pushed my luck, “Honey, do you think we can do this again sometime soon?”
The little girl gave an enthusiastic affirmative nod. “Jack, I’d really like to!” she said merrily. “That’s the most fun I’ve ever had! Oh, I had a better time than I had at the fair last week! Hey, can I do something?”
Without awaiting an answer, Aimee reached up into her shimmering raven hair, fumbled in the curls, then held out a foot long length of blue silk ribbon. Before I could even imagine what she was about to do, the girl stood in front of me and looped the ribbon around my cock then tied it into a delicate bow.
“You win First Prize for the best penis in my world!’ Aimee announced. “I have to go home now but I’ll come back soon. Jack, I know my pussy is really small, but do think my hole is big enough to hold your penis? Can we try sometime? I’ve already lost my cherry!”
Aimee and I dressed and prepared for her departure. The girl ran to me and jumped up into my arms. I had no idea that a girl of this age could be such a bundle of smoldering passion. For five furtive minutes we hugged, we kissed, and we made plans for mating our loins together in the bonds of puppy-love and forbidden lust.
Surprisingly, Aimee’s bike was relatively undamaged. After I pulled it out of the flowerbed, the sweet child mounted it and went home. Strange, now that she’s gone because I can still feel her, smell her, and taste her.
Soon, I will again, yes soon!