POLINSKY'S SLUT - by Art Martin - Sex Stories

POLINSKY'S SLUT - by Art Martin

... was feeling pretty good. As was their routine, once homework was completed, the k**s bathed and got ready for bed. Wearing only a pair of too tight cartoon-print k**die briefs, David came out and plopped down on the floor to watch the game. The hopelessly stretched out briefs were at least too sizes too small for him. Riding low and stretched taut as he sat cross-legged, they showed almost half his butt crack. He was a big k**, and like his s****r, he was very mature physically for his age. Jerry snorted at the incongruous sight of the hefty boy sprouting chest hair still wearing cartoon-print briefs, but they were David’s favorite, and more than anything else demonstrated the disconnect between his physical maturity verses his emotional immaturity. The boy was barely eleven but looked to be fifteen. This caused him some problems with his peers. Even though his grades were always good, the k**s at school were convinced he was stupid and had been held back in school several times. Trying to fit in, he often played the part of the big dummy, which really didn’t help matters. Being only in fifth grade, David sometimes forgot to wear deodorant and the other k**s taunted him by calling him “Smelly Polinsky.” Again trying to fit in, he became the ultimate punishment for someone losing some c***dish bet; the loser, held in a headlock being f***ed to smell his armpits while loser’s pants were yanked down to ankles. At the games of the youth sports teams that David played on, ...

... parents of the opposing team would invariably challenge his age at every game and taunt him to go play with k**s his own age. These were problems that Jerry could relate to as he himself was an early bloomer and in his youth had experienced similar problems. Like her younger b*****r, Tina was sexually precocious too. She started menstruating after her tenth birthday, years ahead her peers. She had started her first period while she was in class and didn't know what was happening. All she knew was that when she rushed to get into line for recess, she was a wet, bl**dy mess. A girl behind her thinking she was dying screamed, drawing everyone’s attention to her soiled dress. Even now years later, her classmates talked about it, causing Tina a great deal of distress. Now twelve and in the sixth grade, she had the well-developed breasts and womanly hips of a much older girl than she was. She didn't look anything like her flat‑chested preadolescent peers. All the k**s talked about her like she was some sort of freak. The other girl’s mothers wouldn’t even allow her to come for sl**povers because she was so much “older”. As a consequence she didn't have many friends, even though her peers regarded her as the expert on menstruation. Fresh from her bath, Tina preened before the mirror, running her hands over her full tits and watching in fascination when her nipples stiffened. She didn’t know why they did that, but it sure felt nice, but not as nice as when her two older cousins, Jake and ...