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Little Sister Squirt
by El Guaton (elguaton7@gmail.com)

***

When Carla stopped putting out, I had to move on to her 
little sister Squirt. (Mf, ped, 1st, exh, oral)
 
***

I'd been fucking Carla for a good number of years. 
Nothing serious, mind you, just off and on. She was one 
of those ugly girls that have trouble finding her own 
regular fuck, you know? Jacked up teeth, glasses, face 
that looks a little like a mouse. But she was small and 
built to rock, if you know what I mean. And she was so 
glad to fuck she went wild and would do shit that a 
more attractive woman never would. For instance, I'd 
come on her face more times than I could count, plus a 
lot of other places on her body. I'd fucked her ass, 
had her suck me off on the shitter, and when she sucked 
my balls, she'd go on for so long I'd have to ask her 
to stop. 

I don't even remember how we started fucking. Carla and 
I had gone to high school together, but it wasn't until 
later that I slipped her my cock. I think one night she 
called me up, asked me to come over. I didn't know what 
was up, but I had nothing better to do in this shit 
town, and when I went over, the next thing I knew, my 
pants were undone, and she was slobbering on my cock. I 
could tell she hadn't had that many, but she was trying 
real hard, making a lot of noise, and working up all 
this spit. I remember grabbing her hair and face-
fucking her for a while and her really being into it. 
We fucked on her floor after that.

There's nothing like a small woman's pussy. I've heard 
different guys say different things. Some guys even 
claim it's the fat girls that have the best. But I'll 
tell you, Carla's only about five foot one or two, and 
probably weighs less than 100 pounds. She has small 
little boobs and no ass, and like I said, she's not 
much to look at, but shit-howdy, when your cock sinks 
into that pussy, it's worth it. It's just as small as 
she is, and tight and warm. And like I said, she's so 
grateful that you're there that she just squeals and 
bucks all around. 

Sometimes I could just lie there and she'd do all the 
work, bouncing up and down on my cock, rotating around. 
Of course, sometimes I'd still pound the shit out of 
her, and although there was no cushion for the pushin, 
as they say, it still felt pretty good to have her 
trapped under me and just be pounding away. 

Man, her pussy was so sweet. It was one of those little 
ones where the lips don't even stick out much, and no 
matter how many times she fucks, she still feels like a 
virgin. I could go on about that pussy all day. 


Anyway, one of the last times we'd fucked, she'd been a 
little lifeless. I'd played with her titties and kissed 
her all nice-like, but she didn't seem that into it. 
She just kinda laid there as I was fucking her. I 
didn't mind this too much either -- I've heard guys 
complain when a girl just lies there, but I figure, if 
a girl is giving me a warm place to get my dick wet, I 
don't care about much else. Anyway, after I'd humped 
away for a while, and shot my load inside her, she was 
lying there, and started asking me all these questions 
about whether I cared for her and whether we were ever 
going to have a relationship and all this shit. 

I tried to be nice to her, cause I sure liked fucking 
her, but I was certainly never going to marry her, or 
ever take her out to dinner. Where a man gets his pussy 
in private is his business, but taking a girl like that 
out in public was not my style. 

So she got all sore about it, and it wasn't too much 
later that she stopped letting me fuck her. She kept 
saying some crap about having a boyfriend now or 
whatever. For a while I didn't believe this shit, and I 
kept coming around anyway. Once I started kissing on 
her neck and rubbing her pussy, and we ended up humping 
through our clothes, and when she tried to break it 
off, I convinced her to jack me off, my cum spurting 
all over her hand and onto her sundress, but that was 
about it. Things were getting pretty tiring, and I was 
just about to give up, when I started to notice Carla's 
little sister. 

Carla had always called her little sister Squirt, on 
account of she was small, too. I figure it was some 
kind of joke between them. Anyway, we'd never had much 
to do with each other. Oh, I'd see her every once in a 
while when I came by, and we'd make small talk, but she 
was a lot younger than me, and we never had any reason 
to have much to do with each other. Plus, I don't know 
if Carla talked about what we were doing or what, but 
Squirt always seemed a little suspicious around me. But 
with Carla refusing to get me off, it was time to 
explore some alternatives, and Squirt had gotten older, 
and better-looking, than I remembered. At sixteen, her 
body was almost an exact duplicate of Carla's, and 
maybe even smaller. And where Carla had this straw-like 
blondish hair, Squirt was a brunette. 

One time I came by to see Carla, but she had to run 
upstairs to get the phone or something, leaving me with 
nothing to do downstairs. I wandered around a little 
bit, and ended up finding Squirt by herself in the 
living room, reading a book. I sort of hung around, not 
saying anything, but I could tell she was watching me 
over the top of her book. Finally, she put it down and 
just stared at me. 

"How you doin', Squirt?" I said.
 
"I know why you come around here," she said. She stood 
up. 

"Yeah, and why's that?" 
 
"You're trying to empty your balls," she responded, 
eyeing me. 

"Now what would you know about that, little darling?" I 
casually walked toward her. She raised her chin, 
staring me down, until I was right next to her. 

"I know that I could do a better job off it than Carla 
does, that's for sure." 
 
"I don't know about that, Squirt. You're pretty young, 
there."
 
"I ain't so young I don't know what's what," she said. 
Without taking her eyes off me, she grabbed my hand, 
and pushed it down her shirt. I suddenly had my hand on 
some pretty nice tit-flesh, warm and soft. She wasn't 
wearing a bra, though having my hand down the neck of 
her shirt was pretty awkward, so I wasn't able to 
squeeze them that good. They weren't that big, but they 
might have been bigger than Carla's, and they had no 
sag at all. She had big, eraser nipples. I pinched one. 

Right then we both heard Carla coming down the stairs. 
Squirt turned and bolted out of the room without a 
word, just like a scared deer. I was left with my arm 
hanging out in the middle of the air like I was 
flagging a ride. I put my hand up to my nose and 
smelled it, just to see, just as Carla came in. She 
looked a little suspicious, but I didn't think she knew 
anything had gone on between me and Squirt. My hand 
didn't smell of much. I don't know what aroma I was 
thinking I might find; innocence, or something. 

I came by again the next day, hoping for a repeat 
performance, but I couldn't get away from Carla long 
enough to get Squirt in private. For her part, Squirt 
even acted a little bit like she was avoiding me. She 
said hi, but then ran upstairs. 

I had to come over two more times before I was able to 
see Squirt again. By then, Carla had this little smug 
grin on her face all the time, like she was the queen 
of some sex embargo, and it was working. Mind you, 
three days in a row now, I had come over, hung out with 
Carla, talked all nice, and gotten nothing out of it. 
It was a drag. 

This third time, though, was worth it. As I left that 
night, wondering if maybe it was time to give up, I saw 
Squirt sitting on my car hood. 

"Hey-ya, Squirt," I said, stopping in front of her. 

"Hey yourself," she said, one knee raised, her elbows 
resting on it. She was wearing a skirt, and it wasn't 
that short, but it was still lifting up enough to give 
a nice view of some thigh. 

"Something I can do for ya, there?" I asked, pretending 
to sound impatient. 

She didn't say anything, but instead her hand flew up 
and grabbed my cock through my pants. It was abrupt. I 
wasn't even that hard cause it wasn't even that sexy, 
she was just cupping me, not squeezing or stroking or 
nothing. She was biting her lip and staring at me, 
insistent, like there was something I was supposed to 
say or do. 

"Feel anything you like?" I said. 

"I could make you cum," she said. That was direct, but 
I wasn't complaining. 

"I don't know if you want to talk like that, Squirt. 
Once this thing gets going, it don't stop that easy. I 
don't know if you're ready to handle it."
 
Squirt pulled down my zipper, stuffing her hand into my 
jeans. She fished around a little bit -- I guess I wear 
em kinda tight -- and I just smirked. Finally, she had 
her hand around the base of my cock. She started 
tugging a little bit. 

It felt good, but she did not have much room to 
maneuver. And I didn't really want to settle for just a 
handjob, either. "You can do better than that, little 
lady," I said. She glanced up at me, exasperated maybe. 
She looked side to side. The night was dark, and nobody 
was ever out and about past 8 pm in our town anyway. 
But maybe she was still shy about pulling out a man's 
cock in her front yard. 

She must have been satisfied, though, because she pull 
it out she did. Immediately she was on it. No kissing, 
no licking, nothing, just wham, my cock was surrounded 
by her mouth. I could feel her breath; my pubic hair 
was tickling her nose. Her mouth held on my cock. No 
motion, nothing. It felt good, but I'd had better. To 
be honest, it kinda reminded me of the first time Carla 
had blown me. 

"Do you like the taste of my cock, Squirt?" I asked. I 
sounded pretty uninterested. In my experience, this can 
often make girls try harder, and right now Squirt 
wasn't doing too well on skill or enthusiasm. 

She tried to talk; moving her mouth contracted her 
throat a little, and suddenly my blowjob felt a whole 
lot better. I have always liked the sound of muffled 
cock-talking, too. I ran my hands through her hair, 
gently holding her ears, and began to slide just a 
little bit. I didn't come very far out or slam back 
very deep, but I was getting some more friction. She 
stopped trying to talk, either getting the idea of what 
she was supposed to be doing, or just focusing on being 
able to still breathe. 

"That's good, little darling. You feel good on my 
cock." She was moaning a little. I glanced up, hoping 
to see a light on in Carla's room, her watching me 
face-fuck her little sister. No such luck. You can't 
win em all, I guess. 

Squirt started working harder on my dick. She was 
pushing her lips together to give me big sloppy kisses 
on the top of my dick, and then she started doing the 
same thing up and down the shaft. Ropey strings of spit 
were hanging down, dripping off her chin and onto the 
ground. I shook my hips a little, bouncing my dick 
across her face. She smiled and licked right at the 
base. Pre-cum and spit pooled on her cheek, reflecting 
in the glow of the streetlight. 

I've always liked the look of my cock resting on a 
girl's face. A little like marking my territory, maybe. 
I dunno, I've never really thought about it that much. 

I angled my cock back to her face, flipping it in and 
out, catching the side of her cheek and making a 
popping sound. She tried to take the whole thing in her 
mouth and gave a half-laugh every time I whipped it 
away from her. About the fourth or fifth time she 
caught me and took me all the way back into her throat. 

Christ it felt good. It had been way too long since 
Carla or anyone else had gotten me off. And though 
little Squirt had a slow beginning, but she was blowing 
me like a pro now. My cock slid in and out, her lips 
making a tight seal. I could feel myself bumping up 
against the back of her throat. She wasn't good enough 
to take me back there, yet, I guess, but she was 
sucking real good and her lips were tight. That was 
good enough for me. 

I reached down to cop a feel. I grabbed her tits 
through her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, so I got a 
pretty good feel. I squeezed them and pulled them, a 
little rougher than necessary maybe. She moaned. 

Her hair had fallen in her face, so I pushed it back. 
Her eyes were closed, but I pushed on her forehead 
until she got the idea to look up at me. I wanted to be 
looking in her eyes when I came. I wanted to see that 
signal in her face that said she knew I was coming and 
that she had no choice but to take it all. That she was 
there to take my cum. 

I could feel my balls expanding, getting ready. I had 
to decide what to do. I liked the idea of making Squirt 
swallow my cum. Although, since she wasn't gulping me 
down her throat, it was more of just a steady suck, I 
knew it wouldn't feel as good as it could. And I also 
liked the idea of coming on her face. I didn't know if 
she'd had that yet or not, but I could pretend I was 
her first, that I was marking her. And maybe when she 
got back inside Carla would see some of it on her and 
know what had happened. 

I slipped over the edge quickly. My first spurt of cum 
went right into Squirt's mouth. Her eyes widened, 
surprised. She quickly pulled back spluttering. Shot 
two went across her cheek toward her eye, and shot 
three hit her chin. Shot four dribbled on to her dress. 
My work was done. 

She finished coughing and looked up at me. She looked 
proud, but she also looked like she wanted my approval 
or something. It was not the smugness that I was used 
to after Carla made me cum, or the bravado that Squirt 
had been putting on earlier. Maybe I had been her first 
blowjob. 

"You suck a pretty good cock, Squirt," I said. "But 
maybe sometime you'll let me give your pussy a try, 
too." 

END

A note from El Guaton: Hey, writers of stories like 
this do it for free, so if you enjoyed (or even if you 
didn't enjoy) the story, please consider emailing 
comments to elguaton7@gmail.com. Also, if you liked my 
story, feel free to check out my ASSTR page: 
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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