From: TC <tomcat7@gnn.com>
Subject: Sweet Sucking Schoolgirl (Chap. 1)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
This story is not an endorsement of the sexual habits or practices contained. If you are offended by graphic sexual descriptions or are under the age of 18, do not read further...
Little Kimmy Johnson heard the Thomases' car pull into the
garage. The eighth-grader had come to their house after school and
had been babysitting for them while the couple went out to dinner.
She looked at the clock. It was 10:15 PM, and the two children had
been sleeping for over an hour already.
Mr. Thomas opened the door and walked into the living room. He
could see Kimmy look up over the top of her schoolbook at him as
she reclined across the sofa.
Kimmy smiled. She had a sweet smile, and her cute little
dimpled cheeks and bright blue eyes made her very photogenic. Her
shoulder-length light brown hair was parted in the middle, curled
under on the ends, with bangs ending just above her eyebrows.
Kimmy was dressed in her school uniform from St. Anthony's. Mr.
Thomas looked over her young, skinny schoolgirl body lustfully.
The frilly collar of her white long-sleeved blouse peeked out above
a tight blue-and-white plaid vest. The girl's breasts were quite
small, barely noticeable at all through the vest.
Kimmy's skirt was blue-and-white plaid. It was a little shorter
than the women teachers at school liked, but it got her a lot of
attention from the boys and the male teachers. As Kimmy lied
across the couch with her legs up and crossed, it pulled up even
higher on her smooth, thin thighs, hemming out only a few inches
from revealing her panties.
Her white knee socks were pulled up tight around her calves,
just below her knobby schoolgirl knees, and blue-and-white saddle
shoes completed the school uniform.
Mr. Thomas felt his cock twitch at the sight of sweet little
Kimmy. Mrs. Thomas joined him, and the couple thanked her for
watching the kids for them.
"Honey, why don't you go up and relax? I'll drive Kimmy home,"
Mr. Thomas proposed.
"Sounds good to me. I'm very tired," his wife replied.
Mrs. Thomas started up the stairs, while Kimmy gathered her
school books and stood up to leave. Mr. Thomas walked with Kimmy
to the car and opened the door for her.
He got in, started the car, and pulled out of the garage. It
was about a fifteen-minute trip to Kimmy's house.
"Thank you for watching the kids, Kimmy," he told her.
"You're welcome sir," Kimmy answered.
Mustering up all his courage, he reached over and touched the
pleats of her little skirt.
"I like your school uniform, Kimmy," he said.
Kimmy looked down at his hand, holding the hem of her skirt.
"Thanks," she replied. "Some of my teachers think it's too
short, though."
"Not at all!" he exclaimed, still caressing the fabric in his
fingertips.
"They think it shows too much of my legs," Kimmy explained.
"Your legs are beautiful, Kimmy," Mr. Thomas responded, placing
his right hand on her left thigh.
The man and the young girl both looked at each other. Mr.
Thomas smiled at Kimmy, and she returned the smile. He ran his
hand up and down her thigh slowly and softly.
"Mr. Thomas, I don't think we should be doing this," Kimmy said.
"It feels good to you, doesn't it?" he asked.
"Yes, but..."
"So why not?" he added.
Kimmy didn't say anything, so Mr. Thomas continued caressing the
girl's thigh. With each stroke, he slowly pushed her little skirt
up higher and higher until his fingertips, on the inside of her
thigh, found her white cotton panties. He rubbed Kimmy's little
cunny once through the soft material.
Kimmy squeezed her legs together, trapping Mr. Thomas' fingers
there. We wiggled his fingertips against where he guessed her clit
would be.
"Sir, this isn't right," she chided him.
"Don't you like the way it feels?" he asked.
"Yeah, but you really..shouldn't..have..your..hand..there...".
Kimmy closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling. She spread
her schoolgirl legs wider than before.
Mr. Thomas fingered her tenderly through her panties. Kimmy's
juices were starting to flow, and soon her crotch was soaked.
"Oh...Mr. Thomas..." she murmured.
He smiled as he fingered the young girl while he drove. Kimmy's
clit was so tender, and the friction of her panties and his
fingertips made her go numb with pleasure. Soon, little Kimmy was
breathing loudly, gasping for air.
"Oh, sir! It's wonderful! It feels so wonderful!" she groaned,
her eyes squeezed shut.
Kimmy felt her young teenage body convulse and spasm with its
first orgasm. She felt an incredible tingle and surge of warmth
come over her.
Mr. Thomas pulled his hand from Kimmy's crotch. Kimmy pulled
her little skirt back down into place.
"Thank you, sir. I've never felt anything like that before,"
she told him.
"You're welcome, Kimmy. And now, there's something you can do
for me," he added.
"What?" Kimmy asked, innocently.
Mr. Thomas reached down and unzipped his pants, then fished his
half-swollen cock out into the dim light of the car.
"Mr. Thomas!" Kimmy exclaimed.
"It's okay, Kimmy," he assured her.
"What did you want me to do?" she asked, afraid.
"Just put your hand around it, Kimmy," he told her.
He gently took her wrist and pulled her hand over to him, until
her fingertips were touching his prick. Kimmy put her hand around
it, softly.
"Like this?" she asked, shyly.
"Just like that, Kimmy," he answered. He smiled at her, and she
smiled back with her sweet dimples.
"Now, start stroking your hand back and forth on it," he
instructed her.
Kimmy started a slow jerk on his cock.
"Like this?" she asked again, looking for approval.
"Yeah, cutie, just like that," he answered, looking for a place
to pull over for a few minutes.
He finally spotted a parking lot with a single light pole. Mr.
Thomas pulled the car under the light and turned the ignition off.
In the quiet of the night and the dim light, he slid forward in
the car seat as the young eighth-grade girl stroked his prick with
her hand.
Kimmy kept up a good pace as she jacked him off, innocent of
what she was doing.
"Does this feel good, sir?" she asked.
"Oh, yes, Kimmy."
"What will this make you do?" Kimmy asked.
"It's gonna make me cum, sweetheart."
"What do you mean?" she asked, innocently.
Mr. Thomas laughed.
"It's gonna make white cream squirt out of my dick," he told
her.
"Really?" she responded, surprised.
"Yeah, Kimmy. Would you like to see that?"
"Uh huh," she nodded, her hand caressing his warm, thick cock.
"It's so hard and long, sir," she murmured.
"That's because you make it that way, Kimmy."
Kimmy smiled at him, then looked back down in admiration at the
thick cock-stalk in her young hand.
"Do it faster, Kimmy," he instructed.
The young girl picked up the pace. Mr. Thomas panted as he sat
there, geting closer and closer to his release.
"Are you gonna do it soon?" Kimmy asked.
"Oh yeah! Faster, Kimmy!"
Kimmy's hand was almost a blur as she whacked away. Suddenly,
Mr. Thomas groaned loudly. As Kimmy continued jerking, thick
streams of jizz shot out and splattered on the steering wheel and
dashboard.
"Ooh, Mr. Thomas, it's squirting that stuff!" she gasped.
Kimmy kept up her stroke, as more and more cum splattered all
over the car.
"So much white stuff, sir!" she babbled. "What is it?!"
"It's my cum, Kimmy. It's all for you."
Finally, it slowed to a stop, trickling down over the young
girl's hand, as she slowed her hand to a stop.
"Thank you, Kimmy," said Mr. Thomas.
Kimmy released her grip on him and pulled her sticky, cum-covered
hand away.
"Your cream is all over my hand, sir," she said.
Mr. Thomas laughed.
"Taste my cum, Kimmy," he encouraged. "It'll taste good."
"Are you sure, Mr. Thomas?" she asked.
"Try it, sweetheart."
Kimmy pulled the hand close to her mouth as Mr. Thomas smiled.
She stuck her tongue out a little to get some from her fingers,
then pulled away, embarrassed.
"I don't know, sir..."
"Try it. Just once, Kimmy."
Kimmy put her hand to her mouth again, and licked a tiny bit of
it. She tasted it for a moment, then licked a little more off.
"What do you think, Kimmy?" he asked. "Do you like the taste?"
Kimmy nodded and smiled sheepishly.
"Yes, sir, it tastes a little sweet."
Mr. Thomas smiled as he put his cock back in his pants and
started the car again.
"Well then, Kimmy," he said. "I'll squirt my cum in your mouth
next time. That way, we won't waste it."
"Okay, sir," Kimmy smiled. "That would be fun. I'd like to eat
more of your cum."
Mr. Thomas patted her thigh with his hand. Then, Kimmy helped
him clean the gooey jizz from from his car, and the two started for
her house.
And Mr. Thomas rubbed her little clit through her panties all
the way home.
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