Middle School Mischief at Dorset
Chapter 36: Forbidden Fruit

Copyright© 2002 by DOM

Sally was lost in reverie, her young pussy swelling and moistening as she sat at her desk and remembered what her mother's boyfriend had done to her. She'd been tremendously excited that first night. She'd never had a real orgasm before and Dave's skillful fingering of her virgin pussy had produced the most marvelous sensations she'd ever known. And she'd also got a strange thrill when she'd felt his hard penis buck and jerk in her grasp and then spout the hot cream out and up. But neither had prepared her for his next visit.

Dave had simply succumbed to the tempting presence of the young girl with her precociously large breasts that first night. It was not a pre-meditated assault on her innocence. But that taste of forbidden, not to say illegal fruit had whetted his appetite. He wouldn't harm her. He'd never have sexual intercourse with a girl as young as Sally. Or at least, not sexual intercourse as President Clinton defined it. But there was so much else that he could teach her. So much pleasure he could give her. He was almost self-righteous with his rationalization of further intimacies with the thirteen-year-old girl.

Sally's mother was too fond of the grape and Dave had no difficulty in getting her to drink to excess. To a state of near unconsciousness. And when she was tucked into bed he went to Sally's room, wondering how she would react this time.

"Dave. You shouldn't be here. I want you to leave," Sally said timidly, quickly taking her hands out from where they'd been exploring her sensitive breasts and pussy when the man sat on the edge of her bed. Oh God. What was she going to do? Since five nights ago when he'd touched her... gave her that fantastic feeling... she'd been touching herself. But it wasn't the same.

"It's OK, Sally," the man said and he tried to pull down the sheet that the girl was holding, neck-high. "I didn't hurt you, did I? I'd never hurt you." The sheet molded to the contours of the girl's plump body and showed every detail of her voluptuous shape.

"N.no... but?" and Sally felt herself losing her grip on the sheet. Since that night when Dave had played with her she hadn't worn pajamas or anything to bed. She was completely naked under the sheet.

Dave's cock swelled with lust as the girl lost her grip on the sheet and he pulled it down to bare her shapely form. Her large breasts were flat topped with their crinkled areola showing dark against her milky titflesh and the thick nipples jutting out proudly.

"N.no... n.no," Sally stammered as one of the man's hands gently cupped her right breast while the other slid slowly down over her convex belly to the juncture of her thighs.

The girl's plump thighs were tightly closed but the man easily forced his fingers through the softly yielding flesh to touch her almost hairless pussy. It was wet. Wet and slippery. "You want this, don't you Sally? You've been playing with yourself, haven't you?"

"B.but... b.but... I'm scairt," the youngster whimpered but, thrilled by the man's gently probing touch, she let her legs slowly spread.

"I won't hurt you, dear," and Dave quickly reached over to turn on the bedside lamp. "You're so lovely," he sighed as the young girl's large-breasted, wide-hipped nakedness became totally visible. And then he was manipulating her position and, puppetlike, she allowed him to place her across the bed, her legs dangling over the edge. He knelt and shouldered her knees apart.

The ingenuous, thirteen-year-old girl had no idea what was in store for her. She lay there holding her breath as her mother's boyfriend began to lick the warm smooth flesh of her inner thighs, starting near her knees, and moving slowly upward toward the pink, swollen lips of her moist-fleshed cunt.

Dave's coal-black eyes glittered lustfully as they fixed on the narrow pink slit where a tiny dewdrop of moisture glistened from the lovely Sally's unwilled passionate response. Reaching the already quivering lips of her vagina, the man flicked out his hot tongue tip, licking the oily nectar from the girl's palpitating pussy. Then, as she lay tense but unresisting he slid his tongue into the depths of the moist valley between her open thighs, lightly tracing the thin coral line separating the vaginal lips upward to the swelling bud of her pink clitoris, grinning knowingly as he heard the young girl gasp with her rapidly mounting excitement.

"Uuuuuuuummmmmmm," sounded from her throat, her voice dreamy and languid. Never had anything felt so delicious, so wonderfully exciting as this. Her plump thighs opened wider, inviting deeper exploration.

With his thumbs, the crouching black-haired young man spread apart the moistly clinging flesh of Sally's pussy lips until the tiny throbbing clitoris was completely exposed to his view. He dipped his face forward and eagerly began to suck on the sensitive area as the lovely young girl began to squirm and undulate in growing abandon. Dave pressed on with his lustful assault, his hands squeezing and massaging her large, soft breasts