The Kid Killer Tapes # 1 Shelly - Sex Stories

The Kid Killer Tapes # 1 Shelly

... asked how you train them. She laughed and blushed and called me silly. I have known for over a year I could do anything I wanted to her. But I’m a gentleman and her being so young I never took advantage of her. After all she is so young and I’m really a man already. I have actually fucked two girls already, one is my age and the other, the first one for me, was this – umm lady I know. She is a little older than I am. I think she is like my mom’s age so around 40 I guess. That is an entirely different story though. I have fucked both of them a lot. You see they like the way I do them. Now I have to get back to this story. Shelly is so comfortable at my place she never even knocks. If the door is locked, she gets the key from the fake rock in the flower bed and lets herself in. I remember one Saturday morning, like six months ago. Anyway, I woke up about 11:00am and she was sitting on the edge of my bed staring at me. My cock was humped up in the covers. You know a morning boner. I rolled on my side to hide it. I don’t know if she noticed – if she did she didn’t say. She asked if I was sick. I told her no I just played a computer game all night. That is just to show you how comfortable she is with me and I am with her. Anyway, it is her birthday and she knew I had gotten her something. So as soon as I got home from practice she let herself in. The door wasn’t locked this time, not that it would matter if it was. I was sitting on the couch with my dad’s Scotch bottle in one hand ...

... a glass in the other. The ice cubes tinkled in the glass. Even so, I heard her running shoes making a little squeak on the floor. “In here Shelly,” I said my words slurred just a little. I had on jeans and a sleeveless T-shirt. She appeared in my view all at once. I was looking at the floor and her pink shoes and pink socks were what I noticed first. My eyes moved up to her cutoffs. Damn they were tight and super cut off short. The pockets hung below the frayed material. I smiled and slowly lifted my eyes higher, she was wearing a bikini top and God it barely covered anything. I enjoyed how her pouty nips were sticking out in the wet silky material – nice – I thought to myself. “Just got done with my party – all my girlfriends came and we swam in the pool for a while.” “Shelly you’re family doesn’t have a pool,” I was a little confused. Taking the drink from my hand she took a sip and made a face. “Yuck. What is this stuff?” she said shaking her head as she handed it back to me. “Twenty-five-year-old blended Scotch. My dad shells out $250 for a bottle of this stuff.” “Well, it don’t taste good.” “Doesn’t taste good, use good grammar. Actually it does taste good. You are just too young to appreciate it. Besides that it makes you feel good. Now how did you guys swim in a pool?” I knew the answer but wanted her to admit it. “We climbed your fence,” she laughed and sat on the couch on my lap. “Well?” “Well, what? “You know,” she tugged on a belt loop on my jeans. Her face was so ...