Betsy

Where to begin? As a teenager, I didn’t pay much attention to my kid sister’s friends.

I went into the military, and was away for several years, and truly forgot about these little games. I moved away after that, and would come home every once in a while. It was one of these weekends that it happened.

I was almost 25, and was back for a short visit, when my sis and her pal came back

from where ever they were. I hadn’t seen Betsy for about six years. She was still small, and a little plump, but not out of proportion. We sat out in the back yard, leaning against a tree, just talking.

My sister said she had to do something, so she left us alone. Betsy was real cute, and as I found out had a major crush on me! I leaned close to her and smelled the fresh scrubbed scent of just bathing. Her hair was soft and straight, just to her shoulders. I leaned close to her and placed a soft kiss on her cheek. She responded by turning her face, and putting her lips on mine. I teased her mouth with my tongue, and her soft lips parted to welcome my thrusting tongue. Our mouths were locked in a passionate vacuum.

As we kissed, I was getting hotter by the minute. She was great, but she was also only 18. My hands roamed over her soft belly, and gradually under the loose t-shirt she wore. Her small breasts were in my grasp. Her breathing was short and gasping, as I rolled the tiny nipples in my fingers. I asked if she liked it, and she said “I’ve never felt so good!” .

We kept on kissing and petting, and I finally placed her small hand on my throbbing cock. She asked if it was always like that, I told her “No , you made it hard by kissing me like you were.”

I moved her hand up and down my shaft, and she said she wanted to see it again. I didn’t answer her , but I started to move my hand down to her belly. I took my hand out of her shirt, and rubbed down her belly , to the crotch of her jeans. Her legs parted almost immediately, allowing me to cup her mound with my palm. She bucked her hips toward my hand, all the while sucking my tongue, and breathing harder.

My fingers danced around her crotch, and found a split in the seam of her jeans. I worked my finger around, and made the hole larger. Gradually, I slipped the leg of her panties over far enough to get my finger on her cunt lips. Betsy gasped as I started to slip my finger inside her.

“How does that feel?” I asked.

“OH GOD, Its nice!” between gasps was her answer.

I asked if anyone else had ever done this to her, and she said “no”. My finger slid easily into her tiny twat, her juices were flowing thickly. I started to unbutton her jeans, and remembered where we were. I asked her to come up to my room with me, to do some more. She jumped up from the ground, and led the way into my mom’s house.

When we got to my room, she turned to me and said “What should I do now?”

“Well, the first thing would be to take your clothes off.”

She lifted her shirt and pulled it over her head. Her small breasts came into view, the first time I’d seen them in several years. She was developing nicely, B-cup titties with pencil eraser sized nipples. I pressed my hands to her tits and gave them a squeeze, rolling the nipples as the stiffened. Her breathing was shallow and she moaned.

” Now take off your pants.”

Betsy finished unbuttoning the jeans, and slid them off her hips, leaving only the pink panties. She kicked off her sneakers with the pants and stood there,

“What now?”.

My only reply was to slip my hand inside the waistband of the panties, and move towards the puffy mound in there. Another groan and a gasp as my finger parted the lips of the little twat and brushed her little clitty. I pushed my finger inside of her, much easier this time, without the jeans and more stimulation had made her dripping wet.

“Sit down on the bed.” I told her.

She sat, facing me, as I slowly peeled my shirt off and dropped my pants.