Good Little 3rd Grade Girl (Part Two)
Readers; this is part two of a story I recently posted here. To understand its beginning you may wish to read part one (if you already haven’t) at:
Good Little 3rd Grade Girl - (Part One)
As I said before, this story may not be for everyone. The characters are young, but the juvenile romance, lust, and love could be real.
Good Little 3rd Grade Girl (Part Two)
At first thought people might think that a boy of 15 years in age is a little too old to be playing in a treehouse. But, most teen guys have not already made up their minds that their future careers will be as architects or structural engineers. And, most such boys didn’t have such a tempting architectural and engineering challenge to work on as I had been working on for the past six months.
An abandoned radio signal-repeater tower had sat deserted for over a year in a small, fenced-in lot behind our property. As a kid, I was never supposed to climb it, but of course, I did. Now I had taken that streak of rebellion to its ultimate heights. I had engineered a structural platform within the tower’s girders and braces and with the assistance of a couple of friends I had built the finest one-of-a-kind ‘treehouse’ in town.
Standing thirty feet above the ground, my ten foot by ten foot house had a wraparound walking deck. Inside, the dwelling could boast of electric power and cable TV reception courtesy of a bootlegged signal. A kitchen table with three chairs, a ratty old couch, and a bunk bed made the structure a welcoming abode.
From my lofty perch on high I could use my binoculars or telescope to spy on the world. I was spying right now. As I focused my lenses, I saw two walking figures turn from the sidewalk and head for our house. When recognition came, my heart stopped. Holy shit, it was Aimee and it was her mother!
I was caught! The little girl had confessed all that had happened yesterday! The indignant mother had come to send my child-molesting ass to juvenile hall!
Through the powerful spyglasses I could see the resemblance between mother and daughter. Aimee’s mother was a knockout! Yet, pretty as she was, I had eyes only for my sweet little girl. Still dressed in her Sunday church clothes, the girl was an angelic vision! A flower-petaled headband crowned her dark-as-sin head of hair. A frilly, flower-patterned sundress draped her feminine form with its hem stopping two inches above her knees. Bright white anklets covered dainty feet enclosed in polished patent leather slippers.
Oh no, here comes Mom! As I gazed in dread, the two adult women engaged in a lively conversation. After several minutes, the trio of females turned and walked towards my spy nest in the sky. Surrendering to my inevitable fate, I climbed down the long treehouse ladder and prepared to take my medicine. I had knowingly done the ‘crime’ so now I’d have to do the ‘time’. I walked toward my accusers.
Long story shortened…why, I was not being accused of a crime at all! Aimee’s mother had come to ‘thank’ her little girl’s knight-in-shining-armor for rushing to the damsel-in-distress’s rescue yesterday. Praise for selfless devotion to duty was heaped on me. Commendations for excellent medical treatments followed.
I can’t say I wasn’t pleased with this unexpected turn of events because I most certainly was! I had dodged a bullet and emerged a hero! I didn’t milk it, in fact, I tried to make light of the whole incident. The two mothers wouldn’t have it.
Looking towards the sweet, innocent little girl, my heart swelled with the realization that she had saved my bacon! I can’t believe I did it, but I asked her if she would like to see the view from my sky top outlook. The girl shook her head with a vigorous affirmative nod. After gazing up at the dizzying heights, her mother apprehensively trusted me to take care of her child and gave her permission.
Both moms headed for the house for a coffee time break. Knowing our private time together was limited, I hurried Aimee over to the ladder. The girl’s body was trembling as she climbed up one rung after another, but she was comforted by my close, protective presence on the step beneath her.
I was having a difficult task with this upward ascent. Aimee’s short-hemmed dress was rising each time she stepped higher. I had a catbird’s seat to a beautiful up-skirt show staring slim legs and girly-pink panties stretched over a sweet young ass! I’m just the fella to know how succulent and sweet that tasty little ass was!
I had forgotten to close the trapdoor hatch in the floor, so Aimee started in through it. As soon as her waist disappeared out of sight from the ground, I reached above me, slipped my hands under her dress, and then pulled her panties off her ass. I suppose I was taking it for granted that this girl would let me do this. Thankfully, I was right!
I couldn’t wait one second longer. I started kissing exposed ass flesh with hungry lips. My watering mouth sucked, my lips licked, and my hands caressed. Trying not to disturb bandaids, I merrily played.
Taking a step up, I reached around the girl and cupped a handful of pussy. The little mound swelled and stiffened. Speaking of stiff, the meaty erection inside my pants stretched to an erection which strained the cloth.
“Climb on up, Sweetie,” I instructed. “We have to decide upon whether or not we’re going to do something which is extremely naughty, but which feels exceptionally nice!”
Aimee scampered up the ladder. When I climbed in, I closed the trapdoor then turned to find my guest visitor staring out a bank of observation windows. “Wow, this is a great view!” she exclaimed. “Hey, there’s my house! Oh my goodness, there’s my big sis sunbathing! Good god, she’s naked!”
Turning towards me, Aimee accused, “I bet you watch when we girls swim and sunbath, don’t you? Do you watch Mom? Ain’t she a doll?”
Stepping behind Aimee, I encircled her waist and pulled her back against me. The girl’s soft, feminine body molded against my masculine hardness. “Sweetheart,” I huskily whispered. “The only ‘doll’ I’m interested in right now is you! Let’s sit on the bed here and talk.”
I pulled off my shoes and jumped into the bottom bunk of the bunk bed. Aimee kicked off her shiny shoes and plopped her sweet little ass into the middle of my lap. “Whatcha wanna talk about?” she teasingly asked. “If it has anything to do with your penis playing with my pee-pee, then I’m all for it!”
What a difference a day makes! The innocent little girl had begun the transformation from naive virgin to curious sexual explorer. “First of all girl,” I answered. “I think it’s about time you started calling that nice mound between your legs by a more appropriate name. Can you say ‘pussy’?”
“Yes, I can say ‘pussy’!” Aimee wailed. “And Mister, if you have plans for my ‘pussy’ you had better hurry up with them because Mom won’t be waiting for me for long! But first, can I kiss you?”
Without awaiting consent, the dollbaby girl wrapped her arms around my neck and sat my lips afire with about a dozen stinger kisses. My hands grabbed two handfuls of Sunday School dress and pulled the frilly garment up over the girl’s head.
Aimee stopped kissing then fell back in the bed with her ass lying between my legs and her back and thighs lying across my upper legs. This petite girl child was now clothed only in girly-pink panties and white anklets. Dressed in this skimpy costume, the girl was so seductively sexy I almost hated to take anything else off.
Yet, with no time to lose, I ran a hand under the panty waistband and grabbed a handful of pussy. With not a second to spare, I went ahead and pulled the thin panties down over her ass and off of her super-slim legs. Now the anklets were the only things preventing total nudity. My horny mind was smitten with the glorious sight of all the sexy young female flesh sandwiched between the gleaming white socks at one end and the raven black hair at the other.
While my eyes gloried in beauty, my hands played with feminine skin which had not yet lost all of its baby fat purity. Aimee’s flat-chested bosom did its best to swell and her tiny nipples stiffened to hardened nubs. My hands played with the hottest little pussy they had ever had the privilege to touch.
Just to confirm what I knew to be fact, I wet a finger with saliva and tenderly inserted it into this girl’s sweet pussy hole. Happily, I felt no hymen barrier to offer resistance. Yes, this girl had indeed busted her cherry in her bike wreck yesterday! Another of my wet fingers joined the first and they played follow-the-leader inside a diminutive vaginal cavity.
Out of the blue, Aimee spoke. “Jack, yesterday you said you wanted to put your penis in my hole,” she reminded me. “Do you still want to? If you do, then you’d better shake a leg! And Mister, I think you know which leg I mean!”
Such brazen boldness sounded unnatural coming from a young girl. Why, most 3rd grade girls didn’t even like boys! Most 3rd grade girls would be sickened by the thought of a boy’s dirty penile pole skewering their sacred virginal vaginas! Yep, that’s what the rules of nature say.
Proving the exception to the rule, Aimee was defying convention by practically inviting her pussy to be penetrated! Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. I reached over and jerked the girl child’s anklets off. I wanted my ‘lover girl’ completely naked!
Aimee must have believed that ‘turnabout is fair play’ because she jerked off my socks, took off my shirt, and helped to strip me naked. I ended up flat on my back with a nude little girl lying atop me. A stiffened little pussy mound was grinding against my inflexible erection.
Now if I had the time, I would take forever with foreplay including lots of sucking, licking, fondling, and kissing. But with time limited, I hurried along. I cupped two ass cheeks and pulled the naked girl’s nude body up to where she could hear my whispered words. “Are you sure you want to ‘do it’ Babydoll?” I asked. “Is your pussy still sore from busting your cherry?”
“Oh no, it’s not sore!” Aimee lied. “Your fingers didn’t hurt when you put them in it! But Jack, if you don’t really want to ‘do it’ then we don’t have too!”
Here was my ‘out’ and here was hers, too. A real gentleman would decline this chance to stick his pollination pole into the honey pot of a too damn young baby bee. And, a truly innocent little lady bee would also resist the copulation urge.
Neither Aimee nor I spoke for a full minute or two. I swear, rapid thumping heartbeats could be heard echoing within the treehouse room. The unbearable silence was broken by a softly spoken feminine observation. “Besides Jack,” the girl said. “Your…your penis, is too big to fit inside my little pee…pussyhole anyways, isn’t it?”
“Not necessarily so!” I quickly answered. “If I licked your pussylips with my wet tongue and filled your pussyhole with some slick spit, then if you licked the head of my penis and got it super-spitty wet, I betcha it would slip right into your hole with ease! Wanna try?”
Aimee sprang into action. “Sure, if you think it will work, I’ll try,” she eagerly said. “I’ll even go first!”
This wasn’t this little girl’s first cock licking rodeo. She had participated in one yesterday. She must have given the experience quite a bit of thought last night because she was doing a much better job of it today. Aimee had scooted down in the bed and her firm little hand was holding my cock while her lips planted wet kisses all over the elongated shaft.
Next thing I knew, a spit-slick tongue was circling my cockhead with slow, deliberate lubricating licks which were driving me crazy! Little girl, Aimee was, but she was getting so caught up in her cock-pleasing enthusiasm her dripping lips closed over my sensitive cock bulge. With no intentional plans to do so, the girl sucked the entire first two or three first inches of my cockshaft into her mouth!
Surprised beyond belief, she jerked her head off the ‘nasty’ boy-toy penis! Aimee had heard that some girl’s liked sucking, but she didn’t! But, oh yes, she did! Yes, she liked it very much! So much did she like it, she grabbed a firm hold on the rigid rod and plopped it back into her mouth. She had been instructed to get this pussy penetrater super-slicky, spit-wet, so this is what she intended to do! As she enthusiastically sucked, globs of saliva dripped from her mouth and coated the hardened flesh.
When it was finally my turn to make Aimee’s pussy wet, I had one hell of a time getting my meat extricated out of the ravenous cocksucking mouth it was captured within! Razor-sharp teeth came within an inch of clamping on and devouring me like blood-crazed piranha.
Finally, I was to pry myself out from under the child and scamper out from beneath her. Grabbing her tiny torso, I flipped her around and threw her on the bed with her legs sticking over the edge. I dropped to my knees, spread her thighs, and drove for her pussy.
I headed straight for the good-stuff first! What this girl’s teeny tiny clit lacked in size and bulk it more than made up for in sheer beauty of perfection and seductive splendor! I sucked and licked to my heart’s delight. Mmm, it was tasty! Oh, it smelled good, too!
Remembering that my primary mission here was to get a pussyhole ‘wet’, I kissed the swollen mound with about a dozen horny kisses then I spread the trembling pussylips and commenced my attack. I launched moisture-laden, saliva-tipped tongue-missiles into the deep, dark vaginal abyss. Each missile exploded in a lubricating shower.
Never in the history of this world had any 8-year-old pussy been so thoroughly licked and sucked as my 15-year-old mouth and tongue were doing to the one between little Aimee’s legs. The passionate young lady was squealing with joy and whimpering with unrestrained merriment. I knew without one doubt that I could have her cumming in about two minutes!
But, wait a dang blasted minute! Damn, I didn’t bring this little girl up into my treetop house just to eat her pussy! Hell, I came up here to get a piece of preteen cunt for my cock to frolic in! I came here to fuck!
“Aimee, spread your pussylips,” I instructed. “We’re going to find out right here and now whether or not our body parts fit together properly!”
Little Miss Aimee questioned not. Legs and pussylips spread. Moving into position over my girl, I guided my engorged, oversized shaft towards a seemingly too-small, too-tight hole. My cockhead kissed delicate, butterfly- winged inner pussylips then pushed them out of the way. With no hymen barrier to hinder its path, my penile rod slid in with effortless ease.
Slippery saliva was a jim-dandy lubricant! Even though this girl’s pussyhole was exceptionally tight, it stretched to accommodate the girth of my cock and its moisturized length slid in and out with no trouble. Aimee’s supertight pussy tunnel and its constricting vaginal muscles threatened to squeeze the very life out of my meaty intruder.
No little girl’s pussy is going to get the better of my big boy cock, so in self defense I increased the speed of my fornicating tempo! I slammed my cockshaft deeper, harder, and faster into this young female’s vaginal void. This girl child seemed to mind my manhandling roughness not one bit. In fact, the kid developed a rhythm which allowed her feminine body to keep pace with mine and kept her loins from loosing contact with the masculine ones thrusting into her.
Yes siree, Aimee and I were fucking! This seemed like an appropriate time for a song. I sang one in my young lover’s ear, “Aimee and Jack, lying in a tree, f-u-c-k-i-n-g!”
Aimee giggled then she laughed then her merriment caught in her throat. The first wave of a powerful orgasmic surge washed over her young body. She squealed in glee. She wiggled, she squirmed, and she bucked. Sharpened pink-painted fingernail claws scratched at the flesh of my chest.
I certainly was feeling no pain from this pussycat’s clawing. On the contrary, my pumping cockshaft had summoned forth seminal fluids from deep within my loins. At this very moment, streams of pressurized semen and sperm were shooting out of my cockhole and emptying into a warm, wet vaginal cavity.
Aimee’s young body reacted to the internal pressure by beginning another round of orgasms. It was a good thing we were quite a ways from the house and far up in the air because this sweet little girl was a screamer! Short, skinny legs wrapped themselves around my body and the girl rode me like an upside-down cowgirl would ride a wild breeding stallion.
So much seminal fluid emptied from me that this little child’s female void lacked the capacity to hold it all. As orgasms joined our bodies and hearts, a squishy, squashy, cummy mess spurted out and covered our pubic areas. There would be a slimy mess to clean up, but who among us gave a shit!
In our treehouse hideaway love nest, Aimee and I danced an erotic copulation ballet and lost ourselves in a netherworld of forbidden ecstasy and happiness. Young love and lust gave in and allowed passion to reign supreme. Time was lost.
Sanity and reality finally came crashing back. Aimee was crying. Sitting on the floor, I pulled the nude girl into my lap and cuddled her. “Babydoll, are you feeling guilty?” I asked. “Sweetie, don’t worry. It’s a natural feeling which will pass. Just, please don’t be sorry for what we’ve done!”
“Oh Jack, I’m not sorry,” the sniffling girl said. “I’m just a big baby, I guess. It was really a lot of fun and it felt so good I couldn’t believe it! Can we do it again sometimes soon?”
As my answer, I kissed my girl and fingered her pussy until one more little orgasmic thrill made her smile. I’m sure she was now wondering about how we were going to get the cummy mess cleaned from our bodies. If she was worried then she was underestimating my engineering and architectural skills. Over in the corner of the treehouse was the tiniest, yet fully-functional, bathroom a house-building boy ever built! Water and sewage services came courtesy of unauthorized taps on the city utility pipes.
After cleaning up and redressing, Aimee and I headed back down the steep ladder. Once again I had a beautiful up-skirt panty show. This time, I knew that the pussy inside of those panties was filled with my cum. A folded tissue fitted between the pussy and panties kept the cum from spilling out all over the place.
Fully unaware that their kids had been screwing, Aimee’s mom and my mom playfully teased us as mothers do their boy and girl children. “We thought you two might have eloped!” they said in jest.
I suppose Aimee and I had the last laugh. We didn’t elope, but we did play the married folks game of ‘hide the wienie in the bun’ just like they do! I could tell by the seductive twinkling spark in my good little 3rd grade girl’s eye that we would be playing the game again quite a bit in the very near future.