"In a minute . . . why don't you tell me . . . or better yet SHOW me . . . what the boys made you do first, and then we'll put the clothes in the dryer?" I suggested.
"You are one horny old man, aren't you? Alright, Mike bet me that if he and Jim came over . . . and I took off all my clothes for them . . . and laid down on my bed . . . and they tied up my hands and feet to the corners of my bed . . . they would pull down their pants . . . jack off for me . . . and shoot their cum all over my body!" I could not believe what I had just heard. This little tart was one horny preteen.
Sometimes I wonder how I get myself into these types of situations. My neighbor is a single mom who has an 11-year-old daughter named Kellie. The weekend weather indicated non-stop rain, but Kellie's soccer team still played the final match of the year that afternoon. Unfortunately, June (my neighbor) got called in to work an unexpected shift as a security guard and while I was reading my morning paper I received the call.
"Mike, I need your help. I took Kellie to her soccer game, but they just called me to work this afternoon. Could you pick her up . . . and probably her friend Hanna as well and look out after them this afternoon? They're great kids, but if I leave them alone, I know "the boys" will be over." She explained everything, including when she would be home and I elected to go along with her plan. The game was scheduled to be over around 1:30 but since her call, it had done nothing but rain. I found a large umbrella and headed off to the school soccer field. I had the wipers on full all the way and couldn't believe these girls would still be playing. I drove up and sure enough two drenched teams of 10 and 11-year-old girls were still running up and down the field. I got out of the car and opened the umbrella and trudged towards the bench area. I stood next to another man . . . probably a father and noticed he was secretly rubbing his erect shaft. Wow, doing that in public was pretty gutsy, but soon, after watching the girls play . . . my cock was like a steel pipe as well. Kellie's team had on white shirts and red shorts . . . but with the continuous rain, the shirts had become almost fully transparent. Although you could see a few bras and training bras under some of the girls drenched shirts, a majority of the preteens obviously had nothing on underneath and as they continued to move back and forth ... stiff nipples and tiny breasts were almost the rule as I continued to stare at the action on the field. I quickly tried to spot Kellie and sure enough, she was one of the girls, whose top was fitting her tiny figure like a latex glove, leaving nothing to the imagination. I wondered how much longer the match would be and then as if on cue, the referee signaled that the game was over. Kellie's team had won and the girls came racing over to the sideline cheering. Suddenly I was surrounded by 8 or 10 preteen girls . . . many of which were showing their development or lack of development in the tittie department. Suddenly Kellie saw me and came over.
"Hi Mr. Dan . . . what are you doing here?" she asked. Her long blonde hair was all stringy and plastered to her face but she was still one fine little girl. I could not help but closely inspect her budding breasts that were literally naked in front of my eyes, despite the fabric of the soccer top. Her pink stiff buds were being displayed in front of everyone. I explained the situation and she began to smile and then brought over Hannah who was truly as cute as Kellie (and also a blonde with blue eyes), who was equally drenched but did have on what looked like a training bra.
"Are we going over to your place or mine?" she asked mischievously, winking at her friend but training her eyes on the bulge in the front my shorts that I had quickly developed after my inspection of her pert orbs. I began to trip over my words and got a bit embarrassed, but then elected to just leave my aroused condition wide open for the girls to look at and see what they had made possible. The rest of the families had already gone to their cars.
"I thought we might go back to my place Kellie. Maybe you guys can take showers and I will find something for you to wear," I suggested.
"Is that OK with you?" she asked looking at her friend.
"I guess so . . . if that is not too much trouble," said Hannah politely. Kellie abruptly pulled her aside and whispered something in her ear and suddenly Hannah blushed and then burst out:
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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