Jimmy Stapleford’s best friend’s little sister has adored him for years. At the beginning of one summer vacation, Jimmy finds out exactly how much!
Part One
My name is James Stapleford. No one addresses me as James. It’s always been Jimmy since I was a toddler.
I became friends with Gavin Millard when we were in the same fourth-grade class together. We hit it off immediately because had plenty of common interests. We’d eat lunch together, hang out with one another during recess periods, and go to each other’s homes after school. I’m sure we would have walked to school together in the mornings but for the fact that our homes were on opposite sides of Forest Glen Elementary. I walked westward to get there; Gavin traveled in an eastward direction.
The first time I visited Gavin’s house after school—just because he invited me—it turned out to be a milestone day. Within 15 seconds of my entering the door, I was confronted by his younger sister. As a first-grader, she attended the same school. She recognized me from the schoolyard and from lingering near her brother constantly. I had never noticed her before. Until that moment she said hello to me while I was taking off my jacket, I did not know that Beverly Millard even existed.
“Hey, I know you from school!” she enthusiastically informed me. “You’re the boy in my brother’s class who is really cute.” I immediately determined that Gavin’s little sister was not at all a shy girl.
I laughed at what she had said and quickly returned the compliment before I knew what her name was. “We’ll you’re a real cutie yourself. My name in Jimmy Stapleford. What’s yours?”
“My name is Beverly Millard—and I think you’re super cute, Jimmy.”
“For saying that, I’m going to give you a reward, Miss Beverly Millard!” I had a bar of chocolate in my jacket pocket that I meant to eat at lunch, but I had forgotten about it until I was walking home with Gavin and discovered it. “This is for you for being such a lovely little girl,” I told her. Then I lifted her up and kissed her on the cheek. Beverly hugged me and kissed me on my cheek in return. I set her down and she ran off in the direction of her bedroom.
“You don’t know what you’ve just done, Jimmy,” Gavin stated. “Beverly is like a stray animal. If you feed her and are nice to her, you’ll never get rid of her.”
“Who says I want to get rid of her?” I replied. “My father says I should start making a list of potential wive—even though I’m just 10 years old—and be very nice to them. By doing so, it might pay off sometime in the future.” I paused for a moment and added, “You know what, Gavin? My father married his best friend’s sister. It’s worked out well so far.”
Gavin was right about the stray animal comparison. Beverly quickly joined Gavin and me to watch television, or play a game, or do whatever else we decided to do whenever I dropped by his house after school. I always made a point of bringing Beverly a treat or present of some sort. In return, she also made a point of approaching me at school and giving me hugs before class began or during recess. I grew to be quite fond of this affectionate and adorable little sweetheart.
One day before school began on a warm spring morning, Beverly approached me and said, “I just have to kiss you today, Jimmy. I don’t know why, but I do!”
“Okay, I’d really like that, Beverly,” I said. To make it easier for Beverly because of our height difference, I lifted her off the ground. She promptly gave me a quick peck on my lips. I sent her down and she ran off to be with three of her female classmates. I was close enough to hear her say to them, “See, I told you he’d let me kiss him.” Her friends were impressed. One of them waved at me. I was both flattered and amused.
This friendly relationship with Beverly Millard went on for many years.
Part Two
Over time, Gavin became an excellent soccer player, far superior to anyone in our school. While playing for our school team, he’d frequently score two or three goals per game. Not surprisingly, word of his skills traveled far fast. It caught the attention of several elite teams who all wanted him on their rosters. When I was in my teens, on the first Monday during summer vacation, I dropped by Gavin’s house without an invitation, which was very normal. I was greeted by his mother at the door who stated, “Oh, I’m sorry, Jimmy; Gavin’s gone for the next couple of weeks. Last night he was invited to a special two-week training program with one of the best amateur soccer clubs in the state. A spot opened up at the last minute. He was notified late yesterday and he accepted. I guess he didn’t have time to tell you about it, Jimmy. I apologize on his behalf.”
I was impressed. “Hey, that’s completely understandable,” I responded. “Gavin’s mind must be fully occupied with soccer. There’s no harm done. That really is great news. It must be very exciting for Gavin. I’m happy for him.” I was about to turn around and walk away, when his mother said, “Why don’t you come in and say hello to Beverly? She just adores you, Jimmy. I’m sure you know that.”
I chuckled and said, “Yeah, I’ve had a few clues over the years.” After a moment or two of introspective thought, I said, “Alright. There are worse ways I could spend time than hanging around with Beverly. I’m rather fond of her, too.”
“I know that, too,” her mother said with a wise and knowing expression on her face. Then she summoned Beverly from the rec room where she had been watching TV alone. Beverly was, as usual, delighted to see me.
Beverly was no longer in the first grade. That was long, long ago. She had grown from a cute little girl to a very attractive teenager. I’m sure she must have been an object of desire among her male classmates. Remarkably, Beverly was still as smitten with me as she had been when she was seven years old, though. She promptly gave me a warm embrace. I hugged her just as tightly in return. Hugging this girl was becoming more fun every year.
“Remember, you two,” her mother said to us collectively, “when you get married, I want plenty of grandchildren.”
Beverly seemed a little bit horrified by her mother’s bluntness, but I found her candor to be quite refreshing. “Hey, I’m all in favor of that!” I blurted. I proceeded to hug Beverly again and kiss her several times.
It was only a few minutes past 10 a.m., but Mrs. Millard kindly asked me to stick around long enough to stay for lunch. She said the nearby grocery store was well known for its excellent frozen pizzas that were made right in the store. “They’re better than what you’d get at any pizza joint in town—and they’re about one-third of the price,” she noted. She also told me she’d pick up two of them while she was out running errands this morning and we’d have a feast sometime around 12:30. “I’m sure you two can find some basic ways of amusing yourselves while I’m out of the house for the next two hours or so,” she said with a coy grin.
“Yeah, sure,” I stated. I faked innocence. “Gavin, Beverly and I always have great games of Yahtzee, Chinese checkers and Trouble whenever I’m here and we don’t have the television set turned on.”
Mrs. Millard gave me a look that was hard to fathom. “Yeah, Jimmy, you could do those things, too, I suppose.” That was the last sentence she uttered as she grabbed her car keys from a hook on the wall departed the house.
Beverly advanced toward the kitchen window and stealthily looked through it. As soon as she saw that her mother’s car had backed out of the driveway and was on the street, she confessed something extraordinary to me. “I’ve told my mom for years that I want to passionately fuck you, Jimmy. She’s never once told me I shouldn’t do it. Maybe this is her way of giving me that opportunity.”
I was no fool. I did not dare dispute Beverly’s excellent conclusion. As far as I was concerned, having sex with pretty Beverly Millard was a fabulous way to kill a couple of hours before enjoying a pizza lunch! Immediately, I knew the games would remain in the closet that morning and the television set would not be turned on.
Part Three
I must admit that I had fantasized more than once about screwing Beverly since I’d hit puberty half a dozen years earlier. On this day, she seemed more than ready and eager. I was instantly aroused by her mother’s subtle sexual hints—so I was very willing to comply. Beverly took my hand and led me to her bedroom, which was one of the few rooms in the Millard house where I had never set foot before. Its décor was a combination of soft pinks and oranges—very feminine. We sat of the corner of her bed, which wasn’t especially large. My bed at home was likely twice that size. We embraced for a few very romantic kisses followed by lustful groping. I proceeded to lift the navy-blue t-shirt off Beverly’s torso. She had an average build for her age so the cups of her brassiere weren’t exactly overflowing. Still, I was a typical male. I removed her bra shortly thereafter and began sucking on her treasures. They were lovely object to behold and be held!
While I was occupied with that enjoyable task of fondling Beverly’s treasures, she was far from idle. Beverly was busily loosening my belt and unbuttoning my trousers. I pulled my lips from one of her nipples to back away and give Beverly plenty of room to finish undressing me. It was very sexy. When she pulled off my briefs, my erect dick sprung forward. It was already pointing skyward.
I was at least average in the penis department for someone my age. Maybe I had underestimate myself. Beverly clearly thought she had won the lottery. “Oh, look at that!” she said with great admiration. “Wow, lucky me!”
“I figure I’m the lucky one in this bedroom,” I said sincerely.
“Nope!” Beverly insisted. “I’m the lucky one, Jimmy! I honestly can’t wait for you to give me a good fucking with that lovely dick of yours. I never knew for certain, but I always suspected you had a prominent penis. I was right, too! My fantasy is coming true. Let me at it!”
I’d always known from young age that boys fantasized about having sex with girls. Somehow, until that moment, I never considered that the opposite applied, too. This was becoming an educational morning. Furthermore, I was very flattered to be the object of this pretty female’s carnal desires!
Beverly controlled her impulses long enough for me to remove her jeans and powder-blue panties to expose her vagina. It was a beauty, covered with fine pubic hair. I didn’t have long to admire it, though. Beverly aggressively took charge of our sexual romp. She promptly shoved me to the mattress and proceeded to give me a superb blowjob. Based on the skill with which she licked my shaft, I highly doubted this was Beverly first time performing such a sex act. I had never heard her mention having a boyfriend. Eventually I gave up wondering about such trivialities and just enjoyed receiving excellent fellatio from her. By the time she was done, I had never had a firmer erection in my life.
“My turn!” I announced. We changed places on her bed so I could orally please Beverly. She spread her legs sexily. I quickly planted my face between her thighs and began passionately caressing her most intimate places with my tongue and lips. Beverly was squirming and squealing, so I knew I was doing well. This was definitely not my first time in bed with a girl, but I wasn’t exactly overflowing with this kind of wonderful experience. Within about three minutes I brought my beautiful bedmate to an orgasm. The little squirt that came from her vagina was delightful. I lapped it up. I told Beverly I was happy that she had been pleased.
Beverly responded, “You know I won’t be completely pleased until you shove that weapon of yours inside my pussy. Do it now, Jimmy!”
I had never been given such a direct sexual order in my life. It was not off-putting at all. I liked being ordered about to perform sexual feats. It reinforced my manhood, not that I wasn’t already turned on enough. I mounted my girl and said, “You asked for it, my dear.”
I slowly shoved my shaft inside her vagina. It was a marvelous feeling being inside her. Beverly had a pussy that felt that it was custom-made for my penis. It grabbed me and drew me inside as far as possible. I was thoroughly impressed when I saw I was balls-deep inside my best friend’s sexy little sister. I uttered a contended sigh, as did Beverly. Then I proceeded to thrust my dick in and out of her with rapid strokes. I placed my hands on her waist to give my manly penetrations as much power as I could. Beverly was enjoying it as much as I was.
“This is terrific, Jimmy! Please don’t stop!” she declared between moans.
After two or three minutes of me riding her merrily, Beverly did ask to reverse our positions so she could be on top. I was all in favor of that—and even more so when we were passionately kissing while I continued to screw her vigorously. I suggested something that was new to me when it came to sexual positions. We did a “reverse cowgirl” with Beverly mostly in a lying position. That allowed me to fondle her breasts and ram my penis into her at the same time. It was great, too.
Finally, we fucked doggy-style with me in a standing position at the end of the bed, with Beverly on her knees with her bum elevated. I spent a few moments caressing her firm derriere before re-inserting my penis into her inviting pussy. Within a minute I could sense an orgasm was impending. I could tell beforehand it was going to be a sizable cum shot. I wanted to know where Beverly wanted my ejaculation while I still had some control over the matter.
“Should I come all over your bum and lower back? That would be sort of sexy,” I helpfully suggested.
Apparently, that wouldn’t suffice. “No, please don’t do that! Come inside me,” my bedmate insisted. “I got the impression that’s what my mother would like to happen.”
“As you wish, Beverly!” I replied as I had gotten that same impression, too. I gave her one last tremendous thrust and fired my load deep into her vagina. I let out a loud, contented moan that was a combination of both ecstasy and physical exhaustion. I could feel four separate ropes of jism leave my balls and exit my shaft. This was what Beverly had deeply desired, so this is what she got. Not a single drop of my war semen escaped her vagina. This was a new experience for me. In the four times in my life that I’d had intercourse with a girl, I had always pulled out before the critical climax. I had ejaculated on her—not in her. Giving Beverly my seed was definitely a first for me! I remained inside her for about half a minute after I had finished my business with her. I quite liked having my penis in Beverly’s pussy. I only pulled out of her vagina because I was now too tired to stand. I needed to collapse on the bed beside Beverly. Upon doing that, I fell asleep next for about 25 minutes. When I awoke, Beverly was asleep too, although she had her arms lovingly wrapped around me.
When she awoke, I surprised her with a question she hadn’t expected. “How long is you brother going to be at that high-level soccer camp?” I asked her.
“He just started there today,” Beverly answered a bit groggily. “He has 13 more days there before he comes home. He’ll probably be exhausted by the time it’s over.”
I quickly replied, “Exhausted? Nah! Gavin will be no more exhausted than we will be after two full weeks of intense fucking like we just had!”
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