Date: Tue, 18 Sep 2012 17:08:01 -0700 (PDT) From: Julian Otero Subject: Kids at Hamilton High - part 5 Kids at Hamilton High part 5 New Lovers When it was finally over my new lovers drove me to my neighborhood. It was past one when I walked the two blocks to my house in the dark. My parents were too involved in their troubles to much care what time I got home, and I felt bad for them. Peter's screwing my ass left a pleasant new sensation there--that, and images of Jeanie's beautiful face and body kept an afterglow in my ass and my being. In the space of a few days I became much more mature. I learned how to fuck and how to get fucked. But Peter and Jeanie and Melissa taught me something much more important about sex play. Those people are completely comfortable in their skin and with their natures. They are comfortable with every part of their body and no desire was blocked off or frozen. All parts were open, available to themselves and me. No fear or hesitation. I think that's why they look so healthy and attractive, why when they orgasm they are so wild... I was so grateful as I stepped through the doorway of my room. I would try to be like them and already felt a big change in me. My body was still 14 years old, but my attitude was no longer child-like because I felt ready now for anything that life would send my way. At school I kept what happened to myself and even in Jeanie's class she acted no differently toward me and I was the same toward her. Still, word got around because Samantha couldn't keep her dyke mouth shut. Among the coolest kids the word was that something had happened with me and a teacher, something probably gay because of the false reputation I had. A handful of kids quietly made disguised remarks of envy or approval to me: my popularity now suddenly greatly increased. Lunch tables I was never invited to in the past now opened up to me, the hot kids at them no longer ignored me. I was pissed at Samantha, but not too much. After all, I had sucked her pussy and she licked my cock and we had that bond. Without naming the teacher she let her escapade be known to a few friends who were skeptical, but happy to spread the news far and wide. She was sought after by girl and boy classmates, her desire for girls no longer a drawback but a mark of distinction. The Underground I couldn't keep it all to myself. See, I was "out" to few girls and boys, otherwise pretty much isolated at school. Now I had something to establish my popularity so I kept dropping hints and suggestions and included Kenny's name when I did to make it more believable. I didn't say which teacher, but my cool index went way up. Girls--little cunt bitches who before turned their nose up at me--now stopped me in the hall and wanted to know if it was true. Boys who wouldn't dream of dating me now wanted to take me all kinds of places, feel me up, asked for all the details while they played with their cock. A few girls invited me to their bedroom and asked me to teach them how girls do it with each other. All this of course was kept strictly to ourselves. We teens were like a race apart from the grownups, not dreaming of sharing anything like this with them. So I thought. Samantha Pimps for Me It was obvious to Sammy how much I dug young girls so she began to come around the shop two or three times a week after school and often brought a girl or two with her. One Tuesday evening I was alone with my last client when she brought a 15 year old named Chloe and a kid named Hannah, 14 years old. Both lovely and slender, the older one, blonde, with long legs, small hips, round ass and a Nordic face; the younger one dark completed with beautiful clear brown eyes and a boyish face, nice tits, hips, and tight ass. I watched their bodies in the mirrors as I finished up. Tight jeans for the blonde, up into her ass crack. Spandex for Hannah, expensive black leggings, fit skin-like around all her girly curves. After I closed up we retired to the back. Samantha broke out some grass and we smoked. She was clad in a tight white silk blouse which displayed her young breasts and poured into cut off jeans. Prancing through the mall I'm sure they drew the eyes of all the dirty old men--all men for that matter. We settled on the two couches. Now alone with them the three teenage bodies aroused me quickly, got me wet. In their company I felt like a teenager myself, imagining how their fine young pussies would taste on my tongue. I resolved I'd lick the youngest one first. Sammy sat on my lap, allowing my hand to roam over her body while the two girls she brought chattered on about school. I gave Samantha little kisses around her face and neck and shoulders, making the two younger ones' eyes fix on us. "The thing is, they think I'm still a little girl...." Chloe bitched about her parents. When Samantha and I started a passionate french kiss Hannah let out a very sexy groan. "Awesome," she said, and no doubt so to see a grown woman sexually fondling her older friend. In a short time they dropped the pretense of a social visit and the room became charged with sexual longing. I pushed Sammy into a more reclining position, told her to open her legs so I could get fingers up under shorts to tease her cunt. "Look at that...oh..." was young Hannah's delighted expression. Indeed, Samantha's shapely body and willing surrender must have made quite an impression on the nubile young darlings. I slid down to her pussy and nibbled on the inseam of the denim shorts. She smelled delightful. My head between their classmate's open legs left no doubt how much I liked firm, slender young stuff. On the edge I my vision I saw their hands caress their own nipples and cunts. Presently Samantha held out a lazy hand to the girls, her aroused voice full of promise: "Come here. She'll...make you feel good...we'll both suck you...Get your clothes off. We'll teach you how lesbians do it!" My little darling pimp! Morning I woke in the morning with a bone of course. There was a text message from Jeanie."Honey, you are the sweetest, sweetest lover. I can't wait for more. Check your email." When I checked there was this message: "You turned us on so much sweet baby. You know how sexy you are? We couldn't stop talking about you. Petey wants to keep your tools nice and polished. He says you're very talented for your age. We have a few pictures. Let me know if you want them this way or wait to see them when you come over. They will keep us warm until we can have the real thing again, which I hope can be Tuesday night. Say yes, please, baby!" I squeezed one off with thoughts of last night, and what next Tuesday would bring. Hannah Learns Quickly I took Hannah first. Between her tender 14-year-old thighs I savored the taste and pleasure that I obtained from my pussy at that age. My middle finger, invading up to the first knuckle, made her hips respond with small, shy fucking movements. I was relived she wasn't a total novice, would not have to be coaxed, because so boring to go through a long seduction with someone totally new. My finger was well wetted so I brought it to her lips. "Suck it honey, taste yourself. I'm sure you taste yourself. "She does," said Chloe, "I saw her" "Shut up, cunt!" was her friend's reply. "Hey! We're all sisters here" I admonished, "no need to get nasty... I did it all the time when I was your age! Just us girls here. We can make each other feel good. We can let our hair down and say our little secrets." I could see Hannah wasn't really mad, just hanging on to a last shed of shyness so I continued. "I let my brother finger me when I was nine. He was twelve. I sucked his cock first time when I eleven." I wasn't trying to boast just and earn their trust, and it seemed to work because as Hannah continued to lick herself from my finger while we listened to Chloe make a few revelations of her own. "My aunt felt me up when I was eleven, and the second time she masturbated me. I loved it. I started doing it to myself every day. A boy cousin and me used to find hiding places and kiss each others 'thing.'" I put my lips and Hannah's cunt and licked. "And know what?" Chloe went on, "I see this boy pretty regular and suck him off all the time." "You swallow his cum?" Sammy wanted to know. "Yeah, I like it. But I think I like girls just as much. I'm always looking at their tits and ass and pussies in gym." "Well, you're in the right place, girl." We all chuckled in hot agreement. Hannah was easy to arouse and my workingwoman's tongue brought the little girl close to orgasm quickly. Then Samantha had the last word with a secret of the most secret kind, something even I didn't know. "My father fucked me when I was eleven. Well, really even before that when I was nine I sucked his cock." We all stopped to listen. "See, I like him a lot and he's really good looking...I liked it..." Then she hesitated for a long time. "And know what...my mother knew and she even helped...she and I did..." That's as far as Sammy would go at the moment. Hannah was the most aroused by Samantha's words, which I thought was significant. Either she had fucked her father or wanted to. I reapplied my tongue to her swollen teenage cunt, and she, aching with desire for release, came on my lips, letting go sweet moisture there and a deep, contented moan from her lips. When I raised my head again I thought, if these are typical kids from Hamilton High, bring me more! Back at the Ranch Next Tuesday couldn't come soon enough for me. I was getting stffys left and right, in school, at home, on the street, each time thinking of Pete and Jeanie, what we would do next. My only concern was if I could keep up with them, like could I do to them what they might do to me. I still had some inhibitions though I was getting rid of them quickly. I arrived early, which amused them. "Honey, I just have to tell you about Samantha and what she's been up to. You Hamilton kids are little sex machines," said Jeanie. "Come on. I'll tell you in the car. We have a little treat for you. We're going over to a friend's house. You got to promise you'll keep everything we see and do a secret. Very secret. I know you will, honey, because you're the sweetest, sexist boy in the school and I know you can be trusted." In the car she told me about the little group scene at the hairdressers with Samantha and the girls, that a woman named Melissa, a friend of Jeanie's, told her. "Which brings me to this, Kenny. We're on our way to meet someone you already know. I won't say who right now, but they're looking forward to meeting you. It's like this, Kenny: there's a nice little private scene going on in this town that we keep very quiet. People who dig sex, little groups that get together from time-to-time, grown ups and kids your age who have sex with each other. Sometimes its even parents fucking their own kids--does that shock you? Anyway, we think you will like this group and they will like you--some of them already know you and would love to get into your jeans. We're gonna meet two of them now and we'll see how it goes. If you like it we can do more. But you must promise us this: Absolute silence, not one word to anyone except to those inside the group. What do you say?" What could I say? Yes, but I was scared too. Who are these people? Would I like them? What was I getting into? What if I started and then wanted to stop? But I felt thrills in my dick and balls! Jeanie reassured me it was natural to be a bit worried, but she said I could meet boys and girls I'd like, and young adults, some parents, but all were healthy, very attractive, sexually accomplished and fun to be with. And best of all, I didn't have to do anything I didn't want to do. One I Had My Eye On The kid was one I had my eye on as soon as school started. When I described him, a freshman, to Lauren, her eyes sparkled. I wasn't the only one beguiled by adolescent boys. "Mr. Allen!... Coach!......ah..." was all Kenny could manage when they arrived. So cute, and quickly I tried to put him at ease. "Welcome Kenny boy.... Glad, we're both glad, Lauren my wife...she'll be down in a minute, we're glad you came. Look, I fixed us all some drinks. Let's all go out by the pool." I was his school swimming coach and he was a delectable little student who now seemed ready to make himself available. In addition to the surprise of meting me I could tell he was impressed by the house, wondering how a teacher could afford such a luxurious one. He didn't know the benefits of marrying a rich white bitch who just couldn't get enough of my black cock. We settled on loungers shaded by the patio tent. I was so grateful when Jeanie called me a week ago and suggested the kid might be a delicious addition to our small group. The way she described his eagerness had me hard by the time I hung up. He was so cutely nervous among us adults we did our best to relax him with small talk about tv shows and such shit. I was in nothing but a skimpy faded blue Speedo which defined my anatomy pretty explicitly. My wife arrived in her thong--in just her thong--the brick red one. Kisses all around, and Pete and Jeanie went to change. Lauren, my wife, at 28 has a 5'7" shapely sun and gym toned body that rocks my nuts. Not the least shy, she sat at Kenny's feet and stroked his calves obviously ready to get things started. "Lewis told me all about you, honey--by the way, we all call him 'Lucky' and you should too, we'll all equals--and Jeanie and Pete gave us an big earful on you too, so I said to Lucky, 'we just gotta meet this hot boy, honey!'" Her voice was low and sexy as only she could make it. I had watched Jeanie and my wife fuck each other with dildos; they had seen me and Pete suck dicks, had watched Pete bend and suck the end of his own cock, and me and Pete had screwed each other. We young marrieds were comfortable with each other and had been in the group almost two years. We had a nice collection of photos that we enjoyed on visits back and forth. Now, the possibility of adding this cute young boy with his smooth adolescent body was exciting. There were a few other Hamilton High kids in the group, beautiful kids carefully selected, sometimes by their own parents. Jeanie and Peter reappeared clad in smooth micro fiber thongs. They entered the pool and invited us in. "Com'on Kenny, honey, let's get naked," Lauren invited the kid. She unsnapped his cargo shorts, pushed them down along with his CK briefs. I liked what the kid had; it was half hard already and my wife flung off her thong, knelt, and took it in her mouth without further ado. The boy looked at me as if needing permission. "Go ahead. Do what you want. She's been hot for you for days. She's a whore, Kenny. You can cum on her face. She likes that." Jeanie, watching from the pool, backed me up. Her handsome husband was pressed up against her back slowly humping his wife's fine ass. I got behind my student and knelt, observing only inches from my face the fine ass my eyes had followed in class so often. I knew what I wanted to do first and my cock was flowing with precum. Gently I separated those round orbs, as appealing as fresh peaches, and applied my wet tongue at his pussy then up and down the deep cleft which tasted of warm funky flesh and body wash. His knees wobbled and my wife steadied him. Peter and Jeanie murmured dirty words and made obscene suggestions as to what we should do to him. I became more and more aggressive. They got out of the pool and Jeanie got the camera. My tongue in his ass and his cock engaged in my wife's mouth went on for a while. They took a lot of pictures. The look of bliss on the boy's face never fails to arouse me when I see them. Our friends arranged the patio pillows as an impromptu bed then led the boy to it. "Kneel down and bend over, Kenny," my wife instructed in voice quivering with hot arousal, "Lucky's gonna fuck you...Lucky's gonna slide his hot, long dick up you pretty boy ass." They took a picture of the head of my dick pressed between his cheeks. "Please, go slow...I don't know if I can do this...did this only twice" he said. "That's right Luc, I took that sweet ass about a week ago," Pete confirmed and knelt before me to wet my cock in preparation for the boy's asshole. Meanwhile the two women applied warm gel to the tender spot I was anticipating with great lust. Oh, how I would tell the group about this! Their bodies would squirm and mouths water! I told Jeanie and Lauren to get their mouths off the kid's tight balls because I was ready. I always like hearing from readers and will answer you. Let me know if you enjoyed this fourth part. Julian, ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com And please help preserve nifty with a donation: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html