Chapter 1
Aggie sucked her thumb. If her mother knew how Aggie had replaced that habit, she not only would have welcomed the thumb sucking, but she probably would have had a heart attack too.
Aggie was thirteen years old now, and a long way past the thumb sucking stage. When she entered junior high she came into contact with older boys and girls who themselves had gained experience since they had left the protected environment of the lower grades. She learned that there were other stages, many other stages to be explored, since she had always been a curious child. Naturally, being in a new place, and meeting new kids, she gravitated toward the seeming security of females of her own age. It wasn't that she wasn't interested in boys, because she definitely was, but it was just sort of a feeling out period.
The trouble was, the girls of her own age were also going through their own feeling out period, and all they served to do was to introduce her step by step to the world of the senior students. Into the world of the upper-graders who must have been all of fourteen or fifteen years old. When these old timers found a new and eagerly curious girl in their midst, and not a bad looking girl at that, they became eager to satisfy her curiosity, especially the boys. But, it was the girls that actually introduced her into her new world.
It was only a month since Aggie had entered the new school for the first time. It was the fall term, the weather was beautiful, and her parents couldn't understand why Aggie was no longer interested in the weekends. Previously, it seemed that she couldn't wait for the school week to be over so that she could enjoy a free Saturday and Sunday, but now it appeared that she was just anxious to get the weekend over with so that she could get back to school. To her parents, it was a very encouraging sign. From the way she couldn't wait to get to school each morning, they figured that maybe finally she had found something to her liking and was about to settle down to some serious business.
Actually, school was a bore. It was the time before school, during lunch hour, and after school that Aggie was most interested in. And not only Aggie, but one or two of her closest girlfriends as well, not to mention several boys. Even if her mother had failed to teach her that it was not right for a growing girl to suck her thumb, Aggie's girlfriends would have eventually teach her that there were more interesting things to suck on.
It was Monday morning, and as was usual on every weekday morning, Aggie was awake early. Even before her parents were awake. Her father left for work just about the same time as she left for school, and before Aggie had started to go to this new school, it had always been her mother's job to get up first and get breakfast ready and wake them both up. But now she was able to sleep for a few extra minutes, because Aggie was always up first, and her growing daughter had learned how to prepare things. She was grateful for that, of course, but she wouldn't have been if she had known the reason behind Aggie's sudden surge of family responsibility.
Nobody heard Aggie get up and go downstairs. It was a good hour before her folks had to get up, and she made sure that she was nice and quiet so that they wouldn't wake up too early. She would start the breakfast alright, but that was only a subterfuge, and she really didn't like doing it, but it did explain more or less satisfactorily her reason for being downstairs. She knew that they were happy about her eagerness to get started on a school day, and she knew that they were happy in their thoughts that she was finally beginning to grow up and take on a few responsibilities, such as starting breakfast.
So let them be happy. It was easy enough to get the makings of breakfast ready so that when they came down everything would be waiting. The first thing she did was to put the kettle on to boil so that the water would be hot for coffee. Then it was just a matter of getting everything out and in the right place so that her mother wouldn't have to come down sleepy-eyed and dig things out of the refrigerator and cupboards and so forth. Aggie had the frying pan on the stove, and already warm, and the eggs sitting on the table and the bacon already separated into strips and ready for the pan and the plates and milk and coffee cups and bread ready for the toaster so that all her mother had to do was prepare it for the table.
And this whole thing took Aggie less than ten minutes, and gave her plenty of time to prepare herself for the day. When she finished her chores in the kitchen she walked out into the living room and only paused for a minute at the bottom of the stairs to listen for any sounds of stirring in the rooms above. Usually there was none, as even if one of them did awaken early, they wouldn't bother to get up as they cherished those last few minutes in bed, and also knew that their daughter would let them know when the time came. And this morning was no exception. Everything was quiet.
Aggie was still in her pajamas as she walked over to the door of the living room closet and opened it slowly and silently. The door opened toward the stairs, and she knew that if she opened it all the way so that the door was against the wall, anyone looking down the stairs could see her. But if she only opened it half way, so that the door was just sticking straight out into the room, nobody would see a thing, and all they would think was that she was looking for something in the closet.
But there was nothing in the closet, that she was interested in, it was the big mirror on the inside of the door. It was the full length kind that people check themselves in when they get their coat out of the closet to make sure they look alright before they leave the house. But Aggie wasn't getting her coat, or even getting ready to leave the house. She was just going through her morning routine of getting a good look at Aggie, and getting Aggie prepared for the day ahead.
As any kid will, and especially a growing girl who is beginning to discover herself and learning to compare her rate of development with that of her peers, Aggie had turned into a mirror buff. She was able to evaluate her features, her complexion and her hair in the ' mirror in the bathroom, but that stupid little mirror over the sink only seemed to be designed so that her father could stare into it rather blearily in the morning as he attempted to scrape off the overnight growth of whiskers that he scratched her face with as he kissed her goodnight. Or for her mother as she pursed her lips and seemed to be kissing her image as she applied her lipstick. That was not enough for Aggie.
Aggie wanted to see all of Aggie, and not with her clothes on so that she would know if she looked all right when she went out. And since it was impossible for her to evaluate herself, or to do anything else that she knew would be unacceptable to her parents while they were sitting right there in the room watching television or entertaining company, it had to be done very early in the morning. And now it was very early in the morning, and she had time.
The image that she faced in the mirror wasn't exactly pleasing, but she knew that it would improve. Right now, she was facing a sort of scraggly little girl. A girl who had just got out of bed, and her hair was mussed and her face was still a bit puffy from sleep, and her pajamas were baggy and wrinkled and even looked funny to her. She thought absently that
Not long before, she thought absently that she looked like one of those clowns that swaggered down fifth avenue in one of the kiddy's day parades. But she knew that beneath it all, she wasn't like that. All it took to prove it was to step out of those baggy pajamas.
She kept one ear cocked for sounds of movement upstairs, but it was a sort of reflex. She would have heard, even if unconsciously, the slightest stirring from the direction of her parents room, but the main part of her mind was concentrated on the image that appeared in the glass before her as she quickly removed the tops of her pajamas and then started to push the elastic topped pants down her legs. She could manage to get completely undressed without taking her eyes off the mirror and she relished the entire procedure. She was sort of disappointed in herself, but she was still in love with herself.
She was disappointed because here she was thirteen years old, and she didn't seem to measure up to the other girls in her school who were the same age. She was small, under five feet tall, and very slim, and it made her look more like she was about ten years old. But an examination of her body revealed that she was much older than she looked, and with her clothes off, she might have appeared to be somewhat older than she really was.
Her pajamas lay on the floor beside her feet as she placed her hand on each side of her neck and brushed the loose hair backwards from her face and neck. The very movement seemed to be sexy in itself, as when she threw her hands back around the back of her head, her hips and whole body moved forward, even though only a little way, it seemed as though she was making overtures to the glass-enclosed girl in front of her. And that would be far from anything new, as it had become almost a habit for her to make love to the girl in the mirror.
Of course she wasn't actually making love to the girl that was staring back at her, but it was almost the same thing. She could watch the girl as her hands left her neck and the hair floated back down until it just about covered her shoulders, and then watch as the hands crossed in front of the body and grasped each opposite shoulder, and then slid down the arms until they reached the elbows. It was a self-caressing, self fulfilling movement that was deliberately designed to prepare the body for the really fulfilling action that was about to come.
When she had caressed her upper arms and recognized the tingly feeling in her body that told her that she must either go on or stop right now, she paused once more to listen for any signs of activity from upstairs. Hearing none, she knew it was safe to continue, and she opened her crossed arms slightly and removed them from where they had been resting momentarily near her elbows and placed one hand on each breast. Left hand on right breast, and right hand on left breast. She was still cuddling herself. And who could blame her?
Maybe she was about four foot eleven. And maybe all the other girls were taller than her. But so what? In that four foot eleven she had more meat packed than a couple of the other girls combined. In spite of her slight stature, she had a pair of tits that would rival those of her closest friend who was a girl about three inches taller than her. And also in spite of her slimness she had a pair of hips that would put many a grown woman to shame. She didn't know it right now, but the width of those hips were meant for one thing and one thing only: to accommodate the male body that would fit between them. That would come later. Right now, she was starting from the top down, and she was looking at her mouth.
Oh, she knew what the boys wanted alright, and she also knew that right now she wasn't able to supply it. Her girl friends had clued her in about the whole thing, and she knew even before that the opening between her legs was what the boys were the most interested in. But she had played with herself enough to know that if even her finger wouldn't fit into the hole, there was no chance at all for the boys to have their way. Not that she would have minded, but she was just too much afraid of it. But as she looked in the mirror and studied the broad mouth that seemed to open her face from ear to ear when she laughed or smiled, she became anxious to get to school, because she knew she had at least some kind of an asset. She may not be able to use her pussy to take care of the boys, but she did have something to trade for their attentions. She had a girlfriend named Ellen who had taught her the ropes, and she was anxious to meet Ellen on the way to school. They both left early, because Ellen still had some more ropes to show to her.
But right now, it was too early to leave for school, or even for the preliminaries before school, so she just continued to examine the girl in the mirror and get her ready for the day ahead. Her real frustration was her lack of actual pussy contact, so it was almost imperative that she relieve herself before she went out to face the greedy (and loveable) boys who would be waiting for her with their tongues hanging out. Only it wasn't the tongues that she would be taking care of. It would be the more enjoyable meat that would be hanging out of their pants.
She brushed back the brownish-blonde hair again as she tossed her head back in a sort of arrogant style as she kept her eyes on the face in the mirror. It may have been early in the morning, and she had just gotten up, but the eyes were still clear and blue and after a little cold water was thrown in them, they would be wide, very large and provocatively intriguing. She was well aware of her charms. The body was certainly alright, but the only thing that didn't satisfy her was the size of it. She felt like a big girl, but she looked like a little girl, especially when she had her clothes on. Many people took her for about a ten year old girl, but they wouldn't have if they saw her naked as she now was in front of the mirror. The titties that she was just letting go of as she slid her hands down her body would have made many a bigger girl proud. They were a firm, young pair, that proudly proclaimed their presence of showing off their ultimate charms by displaying a pair of solid nipples that made an unmistakable impression in the material of any dress, sweater or blouse that she wore. Of course the display of both nipple and breast was intentional. Although she had clothes that fit her perfectly, she preferred to wear them only on occasions when her parents were entertaining people who might be offended by the sight of a little girl displaying her charms.
She could be a good little girl when the time was right for being a good little girl, but there were other times, and many of them recently when she did not want to be a good little girl, and that's when she wore the clothes that she had worn when she was only about ten years old. They were tight. They were so tight that the boys that she was interested in took an interest in her. And those were the clothes that she was going to wear today. She would have to put a coat or something on over them, because if her parents ever saw what she was wearing out of the house, they would have shit fits. Not because they had any idea of why she was wearing them, but because they didn't know her as well as they thought they did, and they naturally wanted to protect their sweet little girl from any harm. But then again, how were the parents to know that the little girl not only knew all about it, but was actually going out looking for harm. Not really the kind of harm that hurts, but the kind that parents spend so much time warning their daughters against.
She stood for just a minute with her hands on her hips, and her hips thrust provocatively forward as she examined the small mound between her legs in the mirror. The hair covering was so sparse and so light that it appeared to be almost naked, and the meaty crack that ran down and disappeared between her thighs showed prominently. She stared at the little piece of flesh that protruded from the wider part near the top of the crack, and the more she stared, the more it protruded. But enough of this. It was time to get down to business before time ran out on her. She had made herself good and hot, and it wouldn't do to be walking around rubbing her thighs together in front of her parents.
She squatted down a little further so that her knees were pointing out and the position opened her crack just enough so that her clit was free of it's confining walls, and as she stood in such a way that it might have looked as if she were getting ready to sit down, she placed her left hand behind her on the cheek of her ass, and with the fingers of the other hand she plucked the hardening clit from it's hiding place. Now was the time when she had to exercise real control over herself. Although she still wasn't able to really come yet, she was able to impact such a thrill to herself that her breathing became heavy, and if she didn't watch it, she just might allow a couple of passionate moans to escape from her throat.
However, she was well versed in the procedure by now, and she managed to satisfy herself in a quiet but thoroughly relieving manner, and by the time she heard the tell-tale sounds of her parents stirring on the floor above, she was back into her pajamas and out in the kitchen, reheating the water and making sure that everything was ready. Above all, she was now ready. She went up to tell them it was time to get up, and as she walked into her own room to get dressed, a big smile appeared across her face, and she looked into her dresser mirror and stretched the smile into an open-mouthed grin. She was ready for the day.
She took the clothes that she was planning to wear out of the closet and laid them on her bed, and as she looked at them, she figured that she had better change her morning schedule a little. It wouldn't do to go down to breakfast wearing that tight sweater, and she would have no excuse to be wearing a coat at the table. She decided to get washed up first and go down in her pajamas. There wouldn't be anything too unusual about that, as her folks knew that she had plenty of time to get ready for school. And everything was just fine, and not long after breakfast, her parents were happy to see her skipping out the door and down the street in a light, happy mood. They knew that she was pretty early for school, but she had previously told them that she liked to get there early to help the teacher set things up. It made them feel good to find that their little girl was finally taking a real interest in school.
She was right on schedule, and found Ellen waiting for her on the corner a few blocks from home. Ellen looked bright and eager on this lovely Monday morning too, and as they bumped knowingly and intimately into each other before starting on their way, Aggie was sure that this was going to be one of the better days. It was only a couple of more blocks to the school, and it wouldn't take them long to get there, but there was a little detour that had to be taken care of first.
Up one of the side streets was a little playground, but it wasn't the playground itself that they were headed for, but a wooded area that was right behind it. If everything went according to plan, they would find at least one, or maybe even two playmates waiting for them there. It was a regular routine by now, and it would take something bordering on a catastrophe to keep any of the participants away from this meeting. And as Aggie and Ellen approached the playground area, they could see that no such catastrophe had occurred over the weekend.
There were two boys standing near the entrance to the playground, and as soon as they saw the two girls approaching, they turned and headed toward the woods. Everyone knew where they would find each other, and they knew that it wouldn't look good if anyone saw them all entering the woods together. It was dangerous enough as it was, but as this hour of the morning, they were counting on there not being too many people about. In face, most of the houses around there still had the shades drawn. They knew that they were taking a chance, but the rewards that waited for . .them made it well worth while taking that chance.
Jim and Phil had been friends of Ellen for a long time before they even knew that Aggie existed, and once Aggie came into the picture, they couldn't wait to meet her. But they had to wait for a little while, because although Ellen had quickly become fast friends with Aggie, she didn't know what Aggie's feelings about sex were and she had to have time to sort to feel her out. It didn't take too long, even though it seemed long to the anxious boys. Ellen merely had a few girl to girl talks with Aggie, and deftly introduced her own experiences into the conversations, and the way that Aggie had perked up whenever the discussion turned to sex gave her the confidence to go ahead.
Up until that time, which was only a few weeks ago, Aggie's only experience with sex was playing with herself as she read the accounts of the numerous possible acts that could take place between the male and female in the few dirty books that she could manage to get hold of. She dreamt of performing them herself, but she had no idea of how to go about getting started until she met Ellen. It wasn't long after that her dreams had turned into realities. Not completely as she was still fearful of having her pussy invaded, but she found that as long as she could satisfy a boy in other ways, he would be happy to satisfy her pussy with just his fingers. As long as his dick was taken care of, he was alright.
Ellen had started the actual boy-girl stuff quite a while before Aggie had, and Ellen was able to use her pussy quite comfortably by now, but she knew how Aggie felt when she told her that she wouldn't mind having some fun, but that she was a virgin and was afraid to go all the way. The more experienced Ellen came up with a ready answer to her problems as she looked at the big, luscious mouth that had been doing the talking. She was well aware that just the sight of that mouth, especially when it was open in a smile or laughter or even just talking was enough to give just about any boy a hard-on.
She was an expert in the use of her mouth herself, and she had no compunctions about clueing Aggie in on her potentials. And Aggie knew that was part of the game from all the sex stories that she had read, and the longer Ellen talked, the hotter her little pussy got and she made up her mind that she was willing to try anything. And now as they approached the boys in a small clearing amongst the trees, Aggie was well acquainted with her job and was ready and raring to go. In a couple of short weeks, she had become even more expert with her mouth than Ellen was. Most-likely it was because she was reluctant to use her cunt as Ellen did, but the boys were not complaining.
Jim and Phil were both fourteen, and about the only difference between them was that Phil was slightly smaller. They were both a sort of dirty blond with only slightly long hair, and they were good-looking with still quite a bit of the youthful fat on them which gave them a kind of handsomely chubby appearance. Outside of the slight discrepancy in their sizes, they looked very much a-like, and might almost have been taken for brothers. But actually, the only thing they had in common was their liking for girls. Especially for Ellen and Aggie.
Although both boys had now grown accustomed to using both girls, there seemed to be a natural tendency to pair off, and with hardly a word being spoken, Ellen and Phil sort of faded off to one side of the clearing, while Aggie and Jim went to the other side. In a situation such as this, where there was not too much time to waste, this type of pairing off seemed to be a mutual agreement. But it was not entirely without it's reasons.
It seemed that although they were the same age, and only slightly different in size, Jim's cock appeared to be enormous in comparison with Phil's. Phil had a good healthy piece of meat, but to a couple of girls who weren't quite as grown up as they thought they were, Jim's dick was a bit out of their class. However, he managed to get plenty of use out of it, but mostly only with Aggie. He had fucked Ellen, but neither one of them seemed to get too much enjoyment out of it, for Ellen was not really that big. She could get far more enjoyment out of Phil's slightly smaller dick.
But the size of Jim's cock only served to intrigue Aggie more. Her mouth was big enough so that it would fit snuggly between her lips, and she had rapidly learned that her throat could accommodate it's mass also. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but she quickly learned how to compensate for the inconvenience that a large hunk of meat in her throat caused. She was not entirely unprepared for it the first time she actually did it, because Ellen was a pretty good instructor.
Ellen didn't mind taking it in her mouth, and as a matter-of-fact she rather enjoyed it. The trouble was, she liked to just take the big smooth head in her mouth and suck on it, but after a little bit of this, the boy wasn't satisfied. He wanted to shove the whole thing in right up to the balls. She wouldn't have minded it herself, but she could never get used to it. It made her choke and gag, and even if it did make the boy happy, she just couldn't take it that way. And she explained all this to Aggie before they even started breaking Aggie in on real boys, and she suggested that Aggie practice with a warm frankfurter.
Aggie was informed that the frankfurter should be warm because the boy's dick would probably be even much hotter as it approached her mouth. And one day when Aggie visited Ellen at her house, Ellen even offered to help her. No one was home except them, so Ellen had taken a hot dog from the refrigerator and placed it for just a few minutes in a pan over the top of a pot of boiling water. When it was just warm enough, and still sufficiently hard, she had Aggie lay down on the couch with her head hanging over the edge and her mouth wide open, she proceeded to insert the frankfurter.
It amazed her at the way that it slid so effortlessly into the large mouth and smoothly into Aggie's throat. Ellen knew right then that Aggie was a natural. After she had pushed the whole length of the hot dog in and out of Aggie's throat a few times, and found that there were little or no signs of gagging or choking, she naturally figured that the next step would be to try it with the real thing. And that wouldn't be hard to arrange, because there were already two boys who were pantingly eager to volunteer their services.
And now that Aggie had become pretty much of an expert at this sort of thing, it seemed sort of second nature for her to be down on her knees in front of Jim and waiting rather impatiently as he unzipped his fly and dug around inside of his pants as he tried to get the already hard meat out without catching it on his zipper in his hurried efforts to feed the hungry mouth before him. And Aggie no longer had to lay with her head back in order to hold her throat open enough to accept the long cock, she merely placed the end of it in her mouth and moved her head forward slowly and relished the sexy feel of the warm fat meat sliding into her throat.
Once it was all the way in, she started to slowly move her head back and forth and on each out-stroke she took a deep breath. She had done this often enough by now to be able to tell when the end was near, and prepare herself for it. The first few times, even though Ellen had previously warned her what to expect, the ejaculation had caught her by surprise and she almost choked on it. But now she was able to tell by the swelling and throbbing of the meat in her throat just about when the flood was due to come. She didn't mind the taste of it at all, and preferred to get it in her mouth rather than down her throat. It not only made for a more sexy act for her, but it gave her the added thrill of knowing that she had satisfied the boy. And the dick was swelling and throbbing now, and in a way she was glad that it was going to be over quickly.
It was not that she wasn't enjoying herself this morning, but she also had a bit of the voyeur in her, and she wanted to watch at least the last part of the fucking scene that was taking place only a few feet away. She could just see out of the corner of her eye that Ellen and Phil were going at it in a new position, and she wanted to get a good look at it. Some day she would be fucking too, and it wouldn't hurt to have a little advance knowledge of how to go about it. Up till now, she had only seen Ellen stretched out on her back with her legs kicking wildly in the air as the boy poured it to her, but now she was on her hands and knees on the ground and Phil was giving it to her from behind.
When the cock was swelled so big and hard that it was beginning to feel tight in her throat, Aggie pulled her head back a little until she had just a little more than the hard throbbing head in her mouth, and sucked for all she was worth. She could feel his legs trembling, and could almost picture his belly tightening in preparation for the release, and then all of a sudden it came. The way her mouth rapidly filled, she knew that he must have been saving it up all weekend for her. She swallowed the initial load with the cockhead still in her mouth and then just continued sucking until she fel the last of the sporadic squirts die away. She remained on her knees in front of him and looked over toward the other pair as he wiped his dick off with his handkerchief and put it back in his pants. He would be alright now until the noon recess.
When he noticed that she was still on the ground and then saw what was holding her attention so avidly, he dropped to his knees beside her and put his arm around her and joined her. Ellen's dress was way up over her back and her panties were laying on the ground beside her next to her school books. Phil was kneeling down behind her so that his knees were just about between her spread-out knees and his crotch was pressed up against the lower part of her bare ass. His hands were grasping the front of her upper thighs, and the way he was jamming himself up against her, it looked like it was all over and he was emptying the last of himself into her, but that wasn't the case. Not yet.
Aggie thought she had missed it, and she breathed a little sigh of relief when she saw him pull it out and then start to push it back in again. He wasn't finished yet, he was just trying to prolong it as long as possible, but try as he might, it was obvious from the way his ass was shaking, and from the way his movements were becoming jerky that it wasn't going to be long now. He started to really ram it home all of a sudden, and he banged against Ellen's ass so hard that she almost fell forward on her face in the grass, but the hard meat working inside her body was really getting to her also, and she managed to stand her ground. She began to rock back and forth in rhythm with his thrusts, and both pairs of watching eyes widened as they saw him give a final thrust and press himself into her so hard that the flesh of her ass and of his hips seemed to turn white. That, they were sure, was the end of it.
Aggie and Jim watched as Ellen and Phil finally stood up, and they saw them smile contentedly at each other as they got dressed. They knew well that Phil was satisfied, and from the look on Ellen's face, they figured that she had just about as much satisfaction as a thirteen year old girl could get out of a good fucking. Aggie was the only one who wasn't completely satisfied, and it was a good thing that she had played with herself this morning, or she would be walking around with the equivalent of a hard-on all day. And now that the morning exercise was over, they picked up their books and headed for school. It would seem like a long time until noon.
Poor little thing looks lonely. Give him some company.