Chapter 3: Seductive Sally

The summer was a bummer. At least most of it was. There were lots of girls in the village but they were either too young for me or too old. Except for Barbara, but that didn't help. I'd tried with her two years ago and got told off in no uncertain terms.

I usually slept outside on the verandah and one morning in July when I awakened at my usual time, probably about nine o'clock, I saw Norma walking up the road in front of our house. As usual my teenaged hormones were raging and, when she cut into the woods, I had a sudden inspiration.

Norma wasn't from the village and she was a bit older than I, a rather plain, busty girl who wasn't very smart. Maybe I figured that she was dumb enough to fuck me? Who knows? Horny fifteen year olds aren't very smart either.

The route that the object of my attention took was a shortcut to the neighbouring village. It was a couple of miles to the road and passed through small woodlots, pastures and a few hayfields.

Pulling on my shirt, jeans and runners I took off after the girl but the exercise of walking fast cooled my ardour and I realized that the whole idea was stupid. Then, just as I was about to turn back and go home I heard a voice.

"Hi Joey... where yuh goin'?"

Surprised I looked for the source of the voice and saw a girl sitting on a log beside the path.

"Uh... just taking a walk," I stammered and, looking closer, I recognized Sally. Sally was a little girl, three or four years younger than I. She lived part of the time with her parents, a ne'er do well carpenter and a timid mother, and the rest of the time with her aunt in a nearby town. With the combination of her absences and mine, I hadn't seen her for almost two years.

"Yuh looked like you wuz in a hurry. Why'ncha sit down and rest."

"Uh... sure, Sally. I guess I will." I sat on the log beside her and took a good look at her. I said that Sally was a little girl. I guess she still was but definitely not the little girl that I remembered from two years ago. She was a lot shorter than I, probably a couple of inches under five feet, and she was plumper than I remembered, maybe even fat. "How long have you been living back here," I asked in an awkward attempt to make conversation.

"I been home all summer... since school stopped. What a boring place."

"Yeah, I guess it is. Did you like living in town?" She's a pretty girl, I suddenly realized. A round, chubby, pink-cheeked face, big blue eyes and a small, red, fat-lipped mouth. Too bad she's just a kid.

"Yeah... and I sure miss Billy."

"Who's Billy?"

"He's my cousin. He's older. Like, he left school and he's workin' so he's got lotsa money. He treats me real good and he buys stuff for me."

"Oh?" He must be a man, I thought. "How old is he?"

"He's eighteen. And he's big. Not as big as you, though. And he plays with me, too. Not kid's games. Grownups' games. I really miss him."

"What games do you play?" I honestly couldn't imagine what an eighteen-year-old guy could play with a little girl like Sally, even if she was kind of cute and pretty.

"Speshul games. Do you got a girlfriend, Joey?"

"No... yeah... but not here. She's in town."

"Do yuh miss her?"

"Yeah... I miss her a lot."

"Well, Billy's sorta like my boyfriend... even if he's my cousin." Sally looked up at me then, her pretty face brightening with a big smile as if she'd suddenly had an inspiration. "But... like... maybe we can pretend I'm your girlfriend. Wouldja like that?"

"Uh... like... I guess so?" I still couldn't imagine what was about to happen but I was looking at her speculatively. Just what did she have in mind?

"C'mon then. I got a secret place over by the creek. I go there most days and... like... I pretend I'm with Billy."

The fat, little girl got up from the log and took my hand in hers. We were beside a hayfield and she led me through it, our passage leaving a trail in the knee-high grass. She was wearing a short skirt that reached barely halfway down her thighs and I looked appraisingly at her heavy but shapely legs and her round, cutely bobbling bottom. On the other side of the field was a small woodlot and then a little sort of valley by the nearly dry creek. Sally led me down the slope and, at the bottom; there was a small grassy area under a big oak tree.

"I like it here," she said as she flopped down on the grass under the tree. And it was a nice spot. The tree shaded us from the sun, which was getting hotter as the day progressed and the creek, although flowing very slowly, made pleasant gurgling sounds.

"Yeah, it's nice," but I was wondering what was coming next. It didn't take long for me to find out for little Sally was quickly wriggling out of her panties and, pulling the hem of her short skirt up around her hips, she sprawled open-legged on the grass.

"Before yuh do it yuh gotta use your hand on me," she said in her little-girl voice. Then, apparently misinterpreting my shocked expression, she said quickly, "Yuh gotta get me wet first, even if yuh don't make me cum. First time Billy didn't and it hurt somethin' awful."

I didn't need any urging. Dropping to my knees beside her, I put my hand on the fat, smooth prominence between her legs. It was excitingly different from Brenda's pussy, almost bald and creamy white. The bulging flesh was bisected by a vertical slit, closed except for the slight depression where her rounded, juvenile labia came together. I pushed the lips apart, testing the pliant flesh with my fingers, noting its soft yet springy resilience. Sally spread her plump thighs wider apart as I probed the narrow crevice, finding the heat of her vaginal opening.

"Yeah Joey... that feels good." Her hand was on my thigh, moving up to my crotch. "Don'cha want me to feel you, too?"

I needed no urging for that, either, and I quickly got out of my jeans and under shorts.

"Wow! Nice!" Sally exclaimed softly and she reached for my groin. I think I groaned when her warm hand grasped my erect and throbbing cock while I, with one hand back on her pussy, began to unbutton her blouse.

"Wanta see them?" She smiled cutely up at me and quickly completed what I had started. Her young breasts were lovely, two perfectly round hemispheres tipped by small, pink aureoles with little, thick nipples that jutted out from the creamy orbs. Already more than a handful in size, they were firm and springy to my touch and, as I fingered her soft twat, I squeezed and caressed her gorgeous breasts.

"How old are you, Sally?"

"I'll be thirteen next year," she replied ambiguously. Was she twelve or only eleven? At that moment I didn't care. My fingers were suddenly bathed by the hot, oily effusion from her cunt and my fingers began sliding more easily up an down the humid slit.

Because of my kneeling position Sally's hand was teasingly ineffective, unable to grasp me properly, so I sprawled on my side. "Golly, Joey! It's sure big," she gushed, sending a thrill of masculine pride through me. "I can't get my fingers around it."