We fell into a familiar pattern, Chris and I. And for the first time in a long long time, I felt like a kid again. It was like we were campmates at Junior High Science Camp - sharing knowing glances and furtive touches during the day. Things that we were absolutely certain NOBODY else saw or knew about. Then, after "lights out" we'd sneak off and neck. That's what we called it a thousand years ago when I was kid - necking. The times I lived for were the evenings, after we "closed up shop" and everyone went home. That had become OUR time. The very next time we were together, I led Chris into my little "office" - not much more than a converted janitorial closet. But it WAS big enough for a small desk and chair, a two-drawer file cabinet, and an old love-seat someone had "donated" to the shelter, but was of no use to anyone, anywhere. Until now.
I led Chris to the love-seat and sat down. I had assumed she would sit next to me - side by side like the bench seats in my old 57 Chevy. But she just sat right on my lap and started kissing me. Every time I thought I knew what my love (and by this time I had convinced myself I truly DID love her) was going to do, she found a very wonderful way to surprise me. And so every evening, we'd sit on that old love-seat and kiss and grope each other - above the waist only - nothing beyond second base. But I hit a double every night.
Then one day after about a week's worth of groping and "blue balls" - I think it may have been a Thursday, instead of slipping my hand up under her t-shirt or taking it off, I dropped my hand down to her lap. When I rubbed her pussy through her sweatpants, her eyes got really really big and she started breathing hard and fast. God, I loved looking at her young face glowing as I rubbed her pussy.
By this time, my cock was an iron rod, hard as a rock. Chris squirmed on my lap until my cock was nestled in the crack of her ass and all that kept my cock from her butt was clothing - hers and mine. I looked right into her eyes, as I slowly slid my hand into her sweatpants. All I felt was warm, smooth, soft skin. Chris got this embarrassed look on her face. I backed off, wary of moving too far too fast. And then I heard Chris say "Gramma said we can't afford panties." I "shushed" her and said, "It's OK ... it's better this way anyhow."
I ran my finger up and down the outside of her puffy little lips. With every upward stroke, I slid my finger just a fraction inside her pussy-lips, pulling it out on the downward stroke. There wasn't much room for it. Chris had her eyes closed, and her lips open. She was breathing heavily and (maybe it was just my imagination) was moaning softly. I decided at that moment that this evening would be only the first time MY Chris came for me. I've always found my greatest pleasure in satisfying my lover - in seeing and feeling and hearing and smelling and tasting my lovers' orgasms. And Chris was no exception. I could jack off later, after she'd gone. But tonight - tonight was going to be all about Chris' pleasure.
I was somewhat surprised to feel Chris' pussy become very very wet. I didn't know a 9 year old could lubricate so much so quickly. I really didn't want to push it this far this fast but I didn't want to stop either, and I couldn't let her sweatpants get too covered with her juices. That just wouldn't do. So I pulled my hand out of her pants. Looking into Chris' eyes, I licked her pussy-juice from my fingers. She tasted like woman, but cleaner and fresher - younger, newer. I stood her up, and slid her pants down her legs, and held her balance as she stepped out of them. And I just stared at her pussy - a bald little vertical slid surrounded by two puffy mounds. I put an old towel on my lap and had her climb back up on it.
I pulled her t-shirt off, and for the first time saw Chris completely naked for me. I teased her little pussy and smiled at her. Then I licked her nipple. I kept working her little clit and licking her now-hard little nipple. Suddenly, Chris shuddered and moaned and gave a little cry, and I knew. I took my hand from her pussy and licked one finger clean. Then I offered a second glistening finger to Chris and said "Go ahead - taste you." And as Chris licked her juices from my finger I asked her "See how good you taste? Is it any wonder that I Love You??"
I held Chris in my arms, stroking her hair until she stopped shaking. I lifted her up off my lap, turned around and sat her down on the loveseat. For a moment, I just looked down at my Chris, drinking in the sight of her. Then I knelt down in front of Chris. I took her left hand in my hands.
Looking into her eyes, I asked "Will you" I kissed the tip of her forefinger. "Be my" I kissed the tip of her middle-finger. "Woman?" I kissed her ring-finger, where she would one day wear a ring. Her squeals pierced my heart and soul - my heart because I loved her and knew that she loved me. My soul, because even in the midst of my depravity I KNEW it was wrong. But I was far beyond being touched by such things.
I gently spread her knees, opening her up to me. I started nibbling the insides of her thighs, first one then the other. Slowly working my way up to her smooth pussy. God, but she was so beautiful, so sensual, so perfect. As I kissed and licked and nibbled the insides of her thighs, Chris giggled and squirmed and squealed. And I loved every minute of it!
And then I came face to pussy with the core of her sensuality, her sexuality, her very being. She was red and glistening from her first orgasm. I gently blew on her pussy, and Chris trembled. When my tongue touched her lower lips, Chris jumped and pulled back. "Shhh ... I Love You, Chris."
I ran my tongue up and down the outside of her pussy, licking up the trickling of juice that came from my beloved. And with trembling hands, I opened her pussy so I could lick her pussy. She tasted every bit as wonderfully sensual as she smelled - woman, but not overwhelmingly so. lighter, fresher, cleaner, purer, NEWER. I've always loved giving pleasure and giving oral sex. I don't think my ex ever forgave me for preferring oral sex with the lights on to missionary position under the covers with the lights off. Don't get me wrong, I love missionary too - even under the covers. But do have to turn the lights off??? That said, there is nothing more intensely intimate than going down on your woman's pussy. It involves ALL of your senses. You SEE, FEEL, TASTE, SMELL and HEAR your lover all at once. It's the closest to Heaven I'll ever get.
I pulled back her lips and after a little searching found her clit with my tongue. I drew circles around it with my tongue. Not touching it - not yet. And I ever so gently slid just my finger-tip over her little pussy. Very slowly, very gently. I was able to slip just a fraction of the tip of my finger past her hymen. But I wasn't going to enter her. Not tonight. Tonight was to be all pleasure, no pain.
I very gently ran my fingertip over my lover's pussy while I drew circles around her clit with my tongue. Every once in a while, I'd flick my tongue against her clit - and each time I was rewarded with a cry or squeal of delight. I varied the speed I worked my tongue - faster, then slower, then even faster, then slower again. But always I kept increasing the time spent licking her little clit.
Pop Pop Pop ... three small, quick orgasms in succession left Chris trembling. I sat next to her, and held her until she came back to earth. Chris looked up at me and whispered, "I Love You, Bill."
I took some "wet-naps" from my desk and cleaned Chris' pussy up. She got dressed and gave me a kiss and was gone again. And we both knew she'd be back.
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