Date: Fri, 29 Jul 2022 13:14:37 +1000 From: Simon Fuller Subject: Like Chess, black and white As always, this story is true and took place so long ago I can barely remember how it started. I've changed all the named to protect the guilty. I was 14, I was incredibly shy, and, any attempts made by me to find a girlfriend my own age were failing miserably, however, my shyness did attract a lot of younger girls who thought I was cute and polite and one day would make one of them a wonderful, loyal, doting husband. A 9 year old, several years below me at school, said as much to my face. Even at that age I couldn't stop myself blushing. One of the biggest (and only advantages) was these younger girls were always on the lookout for an older 'boyfriend'. It sounded rediculous and looking back, it was rediculous. Or was it? Having enjoyed my sister's young body for many years, I was constantly on the hunt for pre-teen cunt. And I was pretty successful mind. Close to home, and situated between the town and my school, was a long-deserted sand quarry. I and my friends spent many weekends and school holidays riding our push bikes there. It was also an ideal location for taking young girls too, persuading them to kiss you and then getting their panties down. On a hot Sunday morning I was using the quarry as a short- cut to the outskirts of the town, when I bumped into Dot. Dot was an exchange student from south Africa, here for 12 months and accompanied by her older brother, Robert, and her parents. Her father was a pastor. She was black. 10 years old and unknown to me at the time, looking for a boyfriend. I know what you're all thinking. I took her down the down to the quarry, found a nice secluded spot and took advantage of her. Nope, not that day anyway. She was looking for the path that would take her to one of her classmates house. I didn't know of whom she spoke but I did know the street where her friend lived and gave her easy instructions on how to get there. She thanked me, smiled at me, smiled a lot more, then walked off. My mind wandered. It was hot and the heat always made me horny! Not 2 minutes walk further on I happened upon two girls making daisy chains. One I knew, who lived on my street. The other I recognised but didn't know. We made small talk. Beautiful weather. Beautiful daisy chains. I told them I was on an errand for my parents and had to go but before I continued my journey, mentioned that I'd seen Dot, who was a bit lost and looking for her friend's house. The older of the two girls then piped up and said that I think she's looking for me and had to go. That left me with Sarah, the girl I knew from down our street. I think she was around 9. Difficult to tell as her parents insisted she wear the most hideous, un-girl like haircut. I felt sorry for her. She had the most wonderful of smiles though with an open, bubbly demeanour. My dad's wood glue could wait! I sat beside her but it soon became clear that if we stayed in that location for too much longer we'd melt. Without too much persuasion, I asked her if it might be better if we sat in the shade. Just off the pathway was plenty of cover and we sat there taking about what 9 year old girls want to talk about and we drank her dandelion and burdock which was now luke warm. I put my arm around her and sort of cuddled her. She didn't object, so pulled her backwards so she was laying on my left shoulder and we were surrounded by long, cool grass. Completely hidden and thankfully in the shade. As I'd found many times before, girls (and boys) took little, if any persuasion to join me in some sexual exploration. I turned her head towards me and kissed her on the cheek. Then on the lips. She kissed like she might have kissed a thousand times. My cock was getting hard. I wondered if she would stay or run if I tried to touch her sexually. She stayed. Sarah was wearing a fairly loose pair of jeans and they could well of been hand-me-downs. Whilst still kissing I moved my hand hand to her tummy just above her belt line and left it there. She didnt stop me. Emboldened, I moved my hand slowly under her jeans till I felt her panties and left my hand resting there for a minute or two. I was desperate for relief and knew if I played my cards right and took things slowly, she would co-operate. We were stuck together like glue. Her kisses were delightful and sexual and I think she understood that. I slowly moved my hand underneath her jeans until it rested directly in her immature mound. She broke her kiss, only for a second and only to watch what I was doing. Her pre-teen cunny was warm. I traced her cunt slit through the cotton panty material. She gasped slightly. Her legs remained closed. I asked her to open her legs a little. She complied. I removed my hand from the top-side of her panties and slid my hand inside to feel her soft-as-silk, hairless mound. My middle finger made it's own way to her cunny lips and proceeded to stroke her most precious place. She opened her legs more and, without me having to ask. She became wetter and wetter and my cock became harder and harder. Not caring, one handed, I undid my belt and pulled my jeans and underwear off in one motion. She couldn't have possibly seen what I was doing but she must have sensed it. I felt my cockhead, dripping with pre-cum. I was pretty sure there was no way she would have taken the next step without encouragement so took her right hand and guided it to my stiff teen dick. She didn't flinch. I opened her fist and placed it around my shaft guiding her on how to masturbate me. Unlike many underage girls I'd been with, her movements on my teen cock were slow and methodic. Perfectly paced. I continued to rub her wet cunt and quietly asked her to pull her jeans and panties down to her ankles. She stood up, I held her hand to steady her and then we continued mutually mastubating each other. My thoughts momentarily wandered to thoughts of her father who didn't like me. He would like me even less if he knew what I was up to. Her breathing was becoming deeper and, more ragged. Moments later, she orgasmed. Her face was flush. Her eyes closed. I took my hand from her cunny but she grabbed it and put it back, my middle finger slightly inside her and on alternative strokes grazing her 9 year old clit. I'd been desperately trying to hold off cumming but knew it was inevitable. Her stroke rate remained the same. I could feel my orgasm rising from the tip of my toes to the very ends of every hair on my head. I announced that I was going to cum. She raised herself up slightly and watched her little hand do it's work. I asked her if she could please wank me a little faster. She complied. We were both watching now. I couldn't hold back any longer. Fuck !!!!! My teen spunk rose from my balls and up my shaft with such violence that I thought I might pass out with the sheer pleasure of it and Sarah and I both watched the first two spurts land on the grass at least 2 feet from where we lay. My incredible cum continued, the following ropes of semen landing on her belly and slit!! I was completely spent. She continued to masturbate me but at a reduced pace and until my cock became too sensitive to continue. We returned to kissing each other. We remained partially clothed for the next 15 minutes at least, only taking cursory glances at my still-stiff cock and the pools of spunk drying on her stomach and pussy. Not wishing to push my luck, I reiterated my original mission to her and told her we better get her cleaned up. Hoe many times have dock leaves come to the rescue? Even at that age and I assumed, innocence, she understood completely that her mum finding traces of teen cum on her body would not go down particularly well. I asked her if she wanted to to come down the town with me and she readily agreed but I insisted that she use the first working telephone box we came across to tell her parents where she was, and for fucks sake, don't tell them that I'm with her!!! On the way home, I made her walk about a mile infront of me, which was a fucking arsehole thing of me to do but I wanted to cover my tracks. When we got back to our street, she easily and quickly blended in with all the kids playing. I glanced at her, putting my fingers to my lips. She nodded and understood the gesture. Once in the house, I went straight to my bedroom and wanked off, my head full of Sarah and achieved yet another strong cum. Two weeks later, I saw Dot in the company of Sarah in the playground. They were looking in my general direction but thought nothing of it. The following weekend I was at home, watching the last of some very dark thunder clouds pass over the horizon when there was a knock at the door. I was in obviously, the only other occupant, my mum. My mum made it out of the kitchen and to the front door before I could get down the stairs. Standing alone, was Dot. Mum hollered up the stairs. It's for you. I genuinely didnt know what she was doing there but out of politeness, invited her in. You want my sister I guess? No, she replied. I'm looking for Sarah's house. She's number 19, I replied, opening the front door at the same time and pointing to the corner house. She thanked me. She looked back at me. The girl had the most amazing, deepest brown eyes that you could imagine, and a very pretty face and a shortish afro that framed her head perfectly. As she went half-skipping down the road, I noticed she still had her plaid school-skirt on. It bounced up and down with her movements exposing on every second step, her regulation navy blue panties. Not a one to over-think anything I joined my mum in the kitchen and said that was a bit odd, her coming here. I dont think she knows my sister, I know her brother as he's in my year and in a couple of classes together but I'm sure i never told him where I lived. Thunderstorm over, the oppressive heat of the last few weeks gone, I knißcked my dad's record player and stuck on Hendrix in the West. Much to my mother's relief and after at least 6 plays of Johnny b Goode, I decided it was time to get out of the house and bicycle down to the town only to find Dot and Sarah sitting on a brick wall next to the cemetery and swinging their legs in unison. What are you two waiting for, I asked smiling. Nothing they replied at the same time. You, Sarah said almost immediately afterwards. Oh, I replied. We're going to the quarry, Dot said. We want you to come with us. Ok I thought, why not I pushed my bike as the girls walked infront of me, once more, at a safe distance. It was pleasantly warm. When we arrived at the old quarry the storm clouds had completely disappeared and the heat was rising. Making our way past the old sand pits, it was becoming crystal clear the direction we were taking. Exactly the spot Sarah had wanked me off. The grass was still flat where we'd laid two weeks earlier. Sarah sat next to Dot, and I sat at the end. The situation was a tad embarrassing as my only thoughts were of Sarah's hairless slit and our conversation was forced and stilted. Dot wants to ask you something. Ok, I replied. A minute later Dot had said nothing and Sarah was looking at Dot trying to egg her on to spit it out. Finally Dot spat it out. Sarah told me what you did, she said matter of factly. My face was scarlet. I looked at Sarah. I only told Dot, Sarah replied looking down at her shoes but with conviction. I wanted to ask. I wanted to ask. I wanted to ask. Come on Dot, tell me I encouraged her. I once watched a white couple having sex. We were hiding. It was in South Africa. I can't stop thinking about it. I haven't stopped thinking about it for the last two years. It makes my thing tingle when I think about it she added. You mean your pussy? Yes, my pussy Dot replied. Is it tingling now, I asked her. Yes, she replied. My cock was rock hard. Without asking her permission, I put my right hand on her left leg slowly making her way up her thigh. Sarah looked on and said nothing. When I reached her panties, I pulled them to the side and raised her skirt to her navel. She looked down. She looked at me. Can I, I asked. She nodded. I worked my fingers under her school knickers till I found her pussy. She opened her legs voluntarily. Her labia lips were moist. She was hairless. Her genital inners were the brightest pink, the colour exaggerated by her deep black skin. I was instantly rewarded by slickness. Dot was responding to my touch. I encouraged Sarah to touch herself. She pulled her jeans and panties down and just sat there. Touch yourself Sarah. Look my cock is hard. I removed it from my jeans. My cockhead was purple. Without asking, Dot placed her left hand on my teen meat and started wanking me. The sight of us three engaged in sex fun was almost overwhelming. My fingers easily worked themselves into Dot's wet snatch. I haven't started my periods she announced, looking at me sideways. I moved infront of her, my cock standing ram-rod straight. I pulled her panties off. I pulled her legs apart. She pulled her knees up. I knelt directly before her, my cock just an inch from her slit. Can you put it in her, Sarah asked. I moved right up to her. Dot was on her elbows, looking expectantly. I positioned myself square-on. Open your legs a little bit more I requested. She complied. My pre-cum covered head slipped easily into her hot pre-teen cunny. I had no idea if it would go any further. There was only one way to find out. I knew nothing about Hymens or cherry busting back in the day. I just knew if it went in, it went in. And in it went. Dot threw her head back, her hands clasping at my sides. Through my experience with the beautiful spastic girl down by the river, I knew exactly what to do. I shoved my cock in and once I was in, stayed still for a moment, looked at Dot to make sure she was comfortable and then began fucking her tight pre-teen vagina. I quickly glanced over at Sarah. Her jaw had dropped. I asked her to stand up and take her jeans and panties off and then turn to face me so I could see her pussy. She complied quickly. Keep touching yourself. Yes, there. Where your little button is, encouraging her by using sex words that she might have not understood fully. I was rampant with teen lust. The grip on my cock from Dot's cunt was incredible. She wasn't that tight. Some girls just know how to do stuff from an early age. I withdrew my cock completely several times so Sarah could see it. My glans was covered in a mixture of both Dot's and my juices. How I managed to plough into her for so long without cumming, I'll never know. I guess miracles do happen. There was no putting off the inevitable though and once my balls had made their mind up, I shot load after load of white boy spunk into her black pussy!! I could feel every spurt hit her insides!!! She pulled me ever tighter so I could barely move and, which to be honest, extended the incredible cum I'd just experienced. We just laid there. My cock still jerking slightly inside her pre teen black pussy. Finally I found the strength to withdraw and watched my teen spunk drip from her pussy. Sarah was amazed by the whole episode and started asking Dot how it felt and had it hurt and when could she try. Dot turned to Sarah, who was still standing, slowly and delicately raised her right hand and touched Sarah's pre-teen cunt stroking between her moist labia lips. I wondered what had brought that on but didn't question it and watched Dot frig the younger girl off. Dot then got on her knees, opened Sarah's legs and stuck her tongue directly on Sarah's immature clit. From where I was sitting I had any amazing view of Dot's arse and still-leaking cunny. My cock started to get hard again. I took my teen shaft in my right hand and started slowly wanking myself off, loving the view before me. My sperm was still dripping from Dot's fanny lips leaving a shiny trail down the inside of her silky, black inner thighs. Sarah was responding to Dot's tongue, her hands resting on Dot's shoulders. Her eyes closed, her mouth open and her pre-teen snatch glistening with Dot's saliva. She started shaking, her legs widening slightly more and sure enough she came!! I was in sexual heaven. I inserted my free hand between Dot's legs and easily inserted my fingers into her wet snatch. I could still feel my spunk inside her. Her pre-teen cunt was was hot and inviting. I finger fucked her from behind whilst continuing to wank myself off. Sarah watched on completely enthralled by what was happening, her little face flushed. I positioned myself behind Dot and guided my stiffie to her recently fucked hole. It took no effort at all. The head of my cock entered her 11 year old cunny. I left it there, barely inside her, unable to move for fear of cumming too soon. I wanted to prolong this feeling for ever! Dot pushed back against me. I had no choice but to follow her and my teen cock disappeared inside her. She worked herself against my body. I was in her to the hilt!! What a fucking incredible experience. She glanced backwards and watched me slowly fucking her. She was so into it!!! Even though I'd shot my teen spunk into her not longer that 5 minutes ago, I knew I wanted to fill her black pussy up again. Four to five strokes later, I unloaded into her tight pre-teen cunt again!!! How she did it I'll never know but at the exact same time my 2nd spurt entered her vagina, she used her cunny muscles to clamp my teen cock even tighter and that prolonged my orgasm!! I eventually got my still-stiff cock out of her and just as my piss-slit brushed her clit she let out a little moan so can only assume she'd had a small orgasm of her own. We enjoy the rest of the day playing with each other and I managed another two teen loads-both over their immature pussies. I'm going to end this true story now but there is an interesting addendum. About 15 years ago, I was on flight from Antwerp and completely randomly found myself sitting next to an old school mate of mine who was returning to the UK and whose rental-car had broken down on the ring road there We got chatting about old times and it wasn't long till we started talking about our old girl school friends and of course the girls and boys we'd managed to get off with. Completely unknown to me, Stephen and most of my year knew that Dot had been caught with our female Geography teacher in a very compromising position in one of the music practice rooms at the back of the school. I was genuinely shocked to hear this. He genuinely didnt believe that I wasn't aware of what had happened!!! When I think back to all those years ago, most of what he told me made perfect sense. He never questioned me about whether I knew Dot and we left it at that. I love to hear from you all, keep writing. Speaking of which, thank you 'J' for your message. My next true story involves fun with a 9 year old boy.