A hot little Army Brat

I was visiting one of my Army Reserve buddies, staying with
him for the duration of our duty weekend. We were sitting around
Saturday night after drill relaxing, watching TV and talking, when
he got a phone call from his wife. She had some kind of problem,
and He had to go help her out right away. He asked me if I’d mind
being alone for a couple of hours, and I said, “Hell no, it’d be great
to have some quiet for a while.

About ten minutes after he left, I heard a car pull up outside.
Then a quick knock on the door, and a car leaving fast.

“What the hell!”, I said, and I went to the door to check it

It was my buddy’s 13 year old daughter, and she was drunk as a
lord! I’d known she was going out, but I also knew that she wasn’t
supposed to be doing that kind of stuff. In fact, she wasn’t even
supposed to be with that kind of kids. Her “friends” had dropped her
off and run. She was a sweet kid and I had always liked her, so I
decided to protect her from her father’s wrath. I picked her up off
the doorstep and carried her up to her room.

I’d just tell my buddy that his daughter had come back and gone
to bed because she didn’t feel good and was tired.

I put her down on her bed, and pulled off her shoes and socks,
stripped off her denim pants, and turned to her closet to hang them up.
When I turned back, she had sat up and was in the process of taking off
her shirt.

I watched her fumble with it, and after she got it off hung it
up in her closet too. To my surprise she began struggling with her bra.

After a considerable struggle she finally got it loose, and dropped it
to the floor. Her breasts were considerably larger than I had realized.

She wasn’t flat chested at all. I picked up her bra and put it in
her hamper. The odor of girl clung to it, and I was surprised at how
sweet the smell was.

She fell back on her bed and struggled for a while trying to get
her panties off, but was so un-coordinated that she was having trouble.

I watched with great amusement. Eventually I had to laugh. She finally
realized I was there and watching. She looked at me with those
unfocused but lovely eyes. She hesitated for a moment, and then let
out a couple of slurred, frustrated words and tried once more. Her panties
finally slid off her hips. She kicked them down her legs and off, then lay
there naked, watching me with a look in her eyes I hadn’t seen in a long
time. Certainly never before in those sweet young eyes.

She showed no embarrasment at all, and not only made no attempt
to cover up, she let her legs loll open a bit. I looked at her for a
bit and decided that if she wasn’t going to tuck herself in, I should.

I leaned over, put my hands on her body and rolled her over.
The heat from her surprised me. I pulled her covers down and rolled
her back to the middle of the bed. I started to pull the covers back
up, but found myself hesitating. I sat down beside her. I looked at
the naked young girl for a few moments. I’d noticed before that she
was a really lovely girl. She was as dark of hair and white of skin
as Snow White herself. And twice as lovely. Her clear skin and
beauty was even more apparent with all her clothes off. She was
truly a real beauty!

Her small and firm breasts hardly moved at all, they were so
firm. Her nipples were medium sized, in the center of small areoles,
and were standing up firmly. She was carrying a tiny bit of baby fat,
but on her, it looked damn good. Her waist tapered down to a slimness
that only a young girl can know, and then flared out to womanly hips
that belonged on a woman much older and more mature than she was. The
bush between her legs was as dark as her head, but was sparce. To my
surprise, as I looked, she opened her legs more and I was able to see
her cunt. It was smallish, very pretty and it was gaping open a bit.
Her insides were hot pink and beginning to glisten.

I looked into her eyes, and they were looking directly into mine
with a growing intensity that I began to find uncomfortable. She not
only didn’t mind me admiring her body, she liked it. The smell of
sexual arousal began to rise from her body, and I found myself realizing
that her exposure to my gaze was turning her on. What’s worse, I was
beginning to get turned on too.

Then She was grabbing at me, trying to pull me down to her.
Caught by surprise, I let her pull me down and kiss me. When she slipped
me some tongue, I tried to gently disengage, but she held on so strongly
that I decided to just enjoy the situation, and kissed her back. After
a few minutes of sampling her flavors, I wasn’t so anxious to let go of
her as I should have been.

To my surprise, she tasted sweetly of some kind of cherry
flavor. This residue of the cherry liquor she had been drinking,
combined with the naturally sweet flavor of a young woman was so tasty
as to be irresistable. As soon as she realized she didn’t need to hold me
to her, she let go of my neck. But she found my hands and placed them
on her breasts.

As I caressed her firm round young globes, her nipples began to
harden and extend even more than they had been. Her breasts were even
more pleasing to touch than they were to look at. The heat from her
rolled over me, and I began to sweat.

I felt her hands exploring my pants and began to try and leave
again. She moved up swiftly and threw her arms around me and I
overbalanced and fell back to the bed, partly on top of her. She let out
an “OOF!” but immediately slid one hand into my pants, and was working
as quickly on the buckle with the other one. Before I could get organized
she had my pants open and her small hands wrapped around my erect cock.

I let her roll toward me, expecting her to say something, but
she placed her lips on mine again, and in a few moments, we were again
kissing deeply. I hesitated, but began stroking and caressing her body
and breasts again. She pulled up my tee-shirt. Her breasts and nipples
rubbed on my chest. Her hands were very busy. She was very awkward
at it, but learned quickly.

She was soon stroking my erect cock with as much enthusiasm as
she was kissing me. She released me and I thought I was going to get
another chance to disengage. Wrong. She was twisting around so that
she could put those sweet cherry lips on my cock. I found her gaping
little pussy right before my eyes.

I watched it pulsate for a moment, and then began to lick at
her sweet thing with my tongue. She hadn’t expected that I guess, and
forgot what she was doing for a moment. As I licked her hard little
clit, she cried out in pleasure. I licked her opening inside and out,
licked her til she came. Which didn’t take long, she was so aroused.
She moaned and collapsed on me for a moment.

I marveled at how good her femine flavors were. It had been a
long time since I had done this kind of stuff. If all women tasted and
smelled as sweet as she did, I might never have lost interest.

She still did not want to let me go. By this time I wasn’t
about to leave anyway. I was past the point of no return. Thirteen
or not, I didn’t care. I turned back around, and slipped my erect cock
between her legs and began to push and poke around. I moved the head
of it up and down her slit, teasing and tickling her clit with it. She
let me play there for a couple of minutes, but soon became impatient.
She reached down with her little hands, took possession of my erection,
and aimed it’s head into her depths. Her little pussy nibbled at it.
I pushed it in slowly as she pressed back against it with her own body.

We watched as she guided my erection slowly between her lips
and into her opening. It slowly slid in. I found her to be tight, but
dripping wet, and ready. I eased in just the very head at first, and
held it there for a moment, enjoying the situation immensely. She began
to thrust up at me harder, so I took the hint and a little at a time,
very slowly, very gently, I pushed in and out of her tight little cunt
until it was open all the way to the bottom and my cock was finally all
the way in. I held there for a moment and then I began fucking in and
out of her, slowly lengthing my strokes.

She lay still for a couple of minutes, enjoying the sensations,
getting used to the feelings I was causing to course through her body.
But she soon began to holler and cry out in pleasure. She began to roll
her hips and thrust back at me. In no time at all she had wrapped
her legs around me and found the rhythm and was fucking like we had
done it a hundred times before.

I have to say that I enjoyed fucking her more than I had
enjoyed sex in a long, long time. It had been a long time since I
had been turned on as much as she had gotten me. In fact, I think
I enjoyed fucking her nearly as much as she enjoyed my fucking her.
I know I enjoyed fucking her even more than I had enjoyed eating
her, and that’s saying something!

I did my best, pushing and thrusting over and over again.
I used my age and experience to advantage, trying different angles
and varying speeds, positions and motions, trying to be sure that
she would enjoy what we were doing very much. She did. A lot!
I still don’t know for sure how much experience she might have
had, for she won’t discuss it, but I do know that whatever she
might have done in the past it doesn’t matter. What matters is
that she says that what I give her is what she wants, and enjoys
the most.

She came again, and despite any good intentions I might have
ever had, I pushed in deep and hard and shot my load deep inside her
young belly. I was enjoying myself too much to hold back. I just
held deep inside and let her milk me until I had juiced all I could.
Then I held her close, caressed and kissed her until she fell asleep.

I dressed, pulled up her covers, tucked her in, tidied up her
room a little, opened the window a bit to let out the odors of sex,
closed the door and went away, with my sperm still seeping deep into
her womb, having dabbed off only the very outside of her body.

When her dad got home an hour later, I told him that she was
home, and asleep. He wanted to know If she had had a good time. “Oh
yeah. I suspect so,” was all I said.

The next morning, I took her a cup of coffee when I heard her
moving about. She was hung over, and not feeling too good. But she
thanked me for the coffee. Then she smiled a little and thanked me
for the night before. I’d thought she might not remember. Any worry
I might have developed went away when she asked me if we could
do it again later when she was sober.

We could and we did. Many times. But that’s another story.

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