Uncle Micky
Bob, Emma Cubed, and Twix Story Codes: m/g, M/g11, M/g14, M/g13, M/g14, MM/g14, oral, anal, first, DP, blackmail, consensualUpdated: October 9, 2020 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- !!!WARNING!!!!
Bob, Emma Cubed, and Twix
By Uncle Micky
One night at the Lodge I was nursing a beer and watching a little hockey on the big screen. I ordered a club sandwich and was enjoying it when two of the younger members sat down at the table behind me. One was Pat Jackson, a good guy but, the type that moves from job to job. For the past year or so he seemed to find a home working for Ed York. He is now one of the store managers. The other fellow was Bob Musgrave, a sporting goods salesman. They became friends almost as soon as Bob joined the Lodge. Both are fine fellows. We all exchanged greetings. Pat gave me an almost imperceptible wink.
They ordered up the pitcher and forty wing deal and proceeded to have a good time. A couple of other members came in, sat for a while, and then moved on. The hockey game was a good one so I decided to stay till the finish. About five minutes into the third period and on their third pitcher, Pat and Bob's discussion took an interesting turn.
Now, I'm not one to eavesdrop but it was impossible not to overhear their conversation.
They were sitting behind me and while it would appear to them, I was watching the game, I was intently listening to their conversation. Bob was having "fling" with an apparently ugly girl in his neighborhood and was relating the story to Pat. Pat didn't believe a word of it but, I had no doubt Bob was telling the truth. When Bob asked Pat if he could get him the plan B pill and access to birth control, Pat started to take him seriously.
Pat finally agreed and said he would see what he could do; but in return, Bob had to arrange for him to have a shot at the ugly little girl. Bob reluctantly agreed and their deal was settled.
I heard Bob mention the name Emma more than a few times which brought back memories of various girls named Emma I have either known or heard about in my life.
So here, in no particular order, I present the story of three girls named Emma, all told by and featuring, my pal, Bob. As a special "treat," I have added a little story about "Twix."
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Introduction
I knew it would be like this; the aroma, the taste, the feel, the warmth, and most of all, the wetness. That she was tight goes without saying! That she was clean with a slight "parfum" was a nice surprise. I was pretty sure she would be shaven, but to have her pubes in a little heart shape with the bottom trailing down about a half an inch to her clit cowl was remarkable! I felt good; I knew this was going to be good and if what had gone down (Ha!) so far was any indication, I struck gold!
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My name is Robert Musgrave, I'm thirty-three years old, five years divorced after three years of marriage, a bit overweight, well, honestly, more than a bit; but, I'm pretty healthy. I keep a positive outlook on life and plenty of folks think I'm funny and a good companion. I've recently made two good friends who would stick with me through thick and thin (Ha! Not much thin!) and a nice circle of acquaintances/friends.
Over the past five years, I've dated more than a few times and had two longer relationships which didn't work out. One, she dropped me, and the other, well, we weren't sexually compatible. By that, I mean I like all types of sex and positions. She was a missionary girl with more than a few sexual hang-ups. Women in my past have been all different races, sizes, looks, and, styles. I just plain and simple like women and what they offer, whether it be companionship, conversation, or sexual favors. Don't get me wrong, I'm not into the Wal-Mart scooter riding monstrosity or the annoying Karens of the world. Give me a regular woman with a sense of humor, common sense, an easy-going nature, who takes care of herself, and I'm in! (Hopefully!)
So, me and my ex, we parted on good terms. She wanted children and I wasn't too sure if the time was right. She was making good money in sales at a furniture store and I was doing well as a sporting goods salesman. I have to travel a bit but was never gone for more than two or three nights. Mind you, I had this job throughout our engagement so she knew the deal. I'll admit there were a few times, well more than a few times that I paid for some classy tail when I was on the road. You know what I mean, escorts, the GFE, hot little Latino babes, man do I love that accent, and in some cases, girls who I don't want to know their age. My, oh my, good times!
We split and like I said, we're on good terms; although lately, we see each other less and less. The way life goes, eh? We sold the house and split the return, we pretty much kept separate accounts so the financial split was simple. After a year of looking, I found the house I wanted, a nice Tudor in a quaint neighborhood that reminded me of my childhood. A real estate buddy turned me on to it and told me that in a few years the neighborhood was going to become popular with young couples. He suggested I do some renovations and in five or six years I could double my investment.
My realtor, a nice fellow named Jeff Wilkinson, also suggested I join a local lodge. He said it would be a good place for a single guy to hang and make some friends. I didn't have many friends, so it sounded good to me. He sponsored me and soon enough I was a member. The Lodge has been good to, and for, me.
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Emma White
You can't beat a quiet, tree-lined street with real houses, driveways, and garages out back. I have a mid-sized backyard and a back patio. I've updated the kitchen and bathrooms so far without losing the original "charm." All-in-all, I like my little homestead. I miss having a pet, but with me being on the road and all, it just isn't possible. Or so I thought!
The neighborhood is a mixed place: some retirees, some newlyweds (so, a mix of newlywed and nearly dead!) some families, a couple of single moms, and me, the single guy. People sit on their front porches and folks go for walks. Children play everywhere without much concern. Everyone is very nice; we have a block party in the summer, a traveling dinner a week before Christmas, and one hell of a Halloween night!
My neighbor two doors down is a single mom. Karen White is OK, definitely not much to look at and definitely a bit too nosey for my tastes. She tried to initiate a relationship but I nipped it in the bud, basically told her I don't shit where I eat, know what I mean? She took it well and remained neighborly. At times she is kind of funny but her righteous nosiness is annoying. Karen has two kids, Dwayne, who is eighteen and off to college, and Emma, a thirteen-year-old middle schooler.
Emma is a, um, a, unique (?) girl. She is petite, maybe skinny, can't weigh more than ninety pounds. She's maybe five feet tall, a little bow-legged with light brown, curly, shoulder-length hair. Emma runs cross country for her middle school and often runs just before dusk. That's one thing about her; her legs and ass are absolutely perfect! She wears round glasses but, she just had her braces removed! Not that it helped much. Emma is a bit of a loud talker; her mouth is too big for her head and it moves in all sorts of directions when she speaks.
Emma's face, in profile, is sort of pointy. Her kind of hooked nose sticks out further than her chin and forehead. All-in-all, I guess Emma is kind of an ugly girl. She's not an ugly duckling because I don't think she'll ever blossom into a beautiful swan. I kind of hate to say it, but there is nothing she'll ever be able to do about her face. Hopefully her personality … well, no. She's one of those know-it-all kids, like that asshole kid from the Polar Express. She's not an asshole by any means, but she can be annoying at times. She is friendly and outgoing so that's a plus.
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A Brief Interlude for Two Other Emmas
Emma Essex
All this talk about Emma is reminding me of an Emma I knew many years ago. I was a senior in high school and she was just a freshman. I was in the drama class as a stagehand which earned me an A each semester. I couldn't act worth shit but the teacher liked me and asked me to stay on as a hand. It was a break in my day and kept my GPA above a 2.0.
This Emma was the younger sister of one of the best actors I've ever seen. He graduated the previous year; his name is Jack Essex and damn, was he good! He was friendly and outgoing; just a great guy, liked by everyone. His sister is kind of mousy. She had short blonde hair, always held to the side with a flowered burette. Her standard dress involved knee-high white socks/stockings, MaryJanes, a light short skirt, a simple top with either a white or tan sweater. Her basic outfit never changed.
Emma was pretty well developed for a ninth-grader. She had curves where it mattered and although she carried maybe about ten pounds of extra weight, she wore it well. Her face was sort of cute if you looked at her with your eyes squinted; like all kids, she had the occasional acne breakout. She didn't talk much but when she did, she seemed reasonably intelligent. Oh, her backpack was basically that Japanese "Lucky Cat." She was her own person, whoever that was!
One thing I discovered about her was that she had Tourette's, not really bad; but enough that as she worked or talked, she let out these little "eeps." Kind of like that lab assistant Muppet. At first, I thought it was kind of strange; but it got me to thinking about what she would do when getting off.
Emma was in drama but had absolutely no interest in acting. She was more or less assigned to me, the only difference being, she would run one of the spots during rehearsal and shows. We spent a fair amount of time together backstage and in the auditorium control booth. The booth is where things started with her.
The afternoon before the first run-through of the fall production, I was in the booth checking the stage sound. Jimmy usually did this but he got suspended for smoking in the boys' room so I had to cover for him. He'd be back in time for the first full dress rehearsal. Regardless, there were nine key sound spots on the stage and I had Emma repeat three lines at three levels of loudness at each one. Once done, she jumped down from the stage and trotted back to the booth.
"Bob, eep, which sliders match to each spot?"
I was still seated in front of the panel as I started to explain.
"Start here on the left, RF is right front, RM is right middle, RR is right rear …" And on and on I went. As I got to the left front, Emma put her hands on my shoulders and leaned over to see better. I was a bit surprised but I wasn't going to tell her to move away. She shifted ever so slightly and rested her chest on the back of my head. I swear, she had my head cuddled sweetly between her tits! Damn! They felt great. When finished, I leaned back and turned my head. She didn't move.
I took a good look at this little ninth-grader with her tits pressed against my head and said, "Really? You wanna do this?"
She didn't flinch, she simply said, "Why not, you wanna? Eep."
I turned, swiveled the chair, spread my legs, and slid my hand along her ass. She was now in front of me and leaned into me. I leaned back and she reached for a kiss. She wasn't very good at it; she was a bit sloppy but made up for it with enthusiasm.
I broke the kiss and maneuvered her to sit on my right leg.
"I want you to know right up, this isn't going to be a boyfriend-girlfriend thing for me. If you want to mess around, then we can mess around, just don't expect any handholding and shit like that."
She looked at me for a moment as she considered what I said and replied, "Yeah, sure, eep, I'm not into that shit anyway."
"Good, meet me down here tomorrow, third period, backstage."
She brightened up considerably, stood, leaned over, and gave me a quick kiss before saying, "Third? Sure, see you then. Eep." Off she went.
I figured, hey, somebody's gotta fuck the homely girls, right? That got me thinking all sorts of shit that eventually worked out pretty nice for me. Too many guys don't realize how appreciative average or below average girls can be if you give 'em some attention. Shit, it's all pink, and tight, and soft, and hot, on the inside, right? I drew my line at obese girls, don't care for that all, I can see a good-looking bigger girl, but homely girls with good bodies, that's what I was going to major in!
So next day, third period comes around and I tell Mr. Drama teacher I need to work on the drops. He shrugs his shoulders and says, "Later, man." I tell him Emma is going to help, she's already down there. He doesn't give me a second look, just says "Cool" and gets back to the spunky little Drama kids.
I get to the auditorium and there's Emma on the stage kind of doing a simple slow step dance to music only she can hear. At this point, she doesn't look all that good, but I shake it off and head up on stage. She was wearing a white sweater with horizontal red stripes. A short red skirt and over-the-calf red and white striped socks.
"Having fun?"
"Sometimes I like to pretend I'm a dancer, aaah eep, just kid stuff."
"You weren't bad, got more rhythm than me."
She paused, gave me a serious look, and said, "Three years ago I broke my leg. I can't move it any more than I just was. It sucks but maybe it was the universe sending me a message."
"Shit girl, that sucks, still, looking good, come on."
I headed backstage right to a locked door behind some props and racks of clothes. I unlocked the door, reached in, flicked on the light, and let Emma precede me inside. The room was stacked with stage furniture. Off to the right I had set aside a nice couch and end table. Hidden under a blanket next to the couch was a mini-fridge stocked with soda and chips. I closed and locked the door, then directed Emma to the couch.
"Pretty nice in here Bob; I never knew this room existed."
Emma sat in the middle of the couch and I placed myself next to her. "Yeah, Mr. D knows about it but I try to keep it pretty much a secret. I either come in early or stay late and take care of these props when no one is around. It's kind of like my personal sanctuary here at school. Tommy, who graduated last year used to use it and now it's mine. Maybe it'll be yours in a couple of years."
Emma placed her hand on my thigh and started to caress it as she said, "Maybe it'll, eep, be ours for a year."
"I don't know, we'll see. I'm the only one he gave the key to. Mr. D told me it was mine."
Emma giggled a little and replied, "Eep! Then you need to share!"
She leaned over and more or less moved around on me. We started to kiss and she got herself straddled across my lap. Her kissing had gotten better. I did a two-hand ass grab as she started to grind herself on me. I gotta admit, I was getting turned on. Every once and a while I heard a muffled "Eep!" come from her as we kissed.
I tilted her down to my right, back to the center of the couch. I slid my left hand up and around, under her skirt. She was on her back, I on my side, my back against the back of the couch. My right arm was under her neck and my left hand was moving up her thigh to her honey pot. We kept kissing and she spread her legs for my hand. She "Eeped" again as my hand slid into home plate!
I started rubbing her pussy, palm, and fingers flat and then cupping her soft package. I could feel her wetness spread as our kisses became more ardent. I shifted my shoulder up and slipped my hand inside her panties. This time I had a full handful of her hairy pussy. I made circles with my flat fingers around where I was pretty sure her clit was. That really seemed to work!
Emma couldn't hold a kiss, she kept breaking off and panting "Aaahs" as I stroked her pussy. Her arms were tight around my neck and I could feel her build-up. I increased my tempo, in a sense, jilling her off.
Then it happened! "Fuck! Gar! Shit! Cunt! Eep! Slut! Fuck! My ass is cute!"
I paused and looked at her. She jerked her pussy up hard against my hand, "Bastard! Person! Cunt! Woman! Eep! Man! Slut! Camera! Driveway! TV! Fuck! Eep!"
I understood and got right back to molesting that fourteen-year-old, bat-shit crazy, pussy. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her head followed suit. As I gave one good down and up pussy-cupping, she arched and let out a string of short, quick "Ahs." As she came down, she caught her breath and simply said, "Holy Fuck! That was the best one ever!"
Emma relaxed in my arms and gazed into my eyes. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. My hand was still cupping her pussy and was getting a bit sticky. I slowly slid it out and gently broke our kiss. I let go of her, she let go of me, and I sat up while she adjusted herself back to kind of a sitting position.
I glanced at her, leaned back, and lifted my butt enough for me to undo my pants and start to pull them down.
"Eep! Snkx!"
"You better believe it, sweetie!"
My jeans were around my ankles and my briefs soon followed. I was about half hard as I took my dick in my left hand and displayed it to Emma. I'm lucky, I'm a "shower" not a "grower." My dick hangs at full length and it pretty much just gets hard and kind of bulks out.
My buddy Rick, he's got this little three-inch soft thing, but it grows out bigger than mine. How do I know? About a year back we got to talking one night. He claimed he had a "grower" and I didn't know what the fuck he was talking about. We got a cloth tape from my mom's sewing kit, dropped our britches, and measured. I opened my laptop and put on some porn. It didn't take long before we were both at full erection. We measured again and sure as shit, he was not only longer, he was thicker! Now, we aren't gay so we turned off the porn, covered up, and went back to talking about chicks.
So, Emma gets a good look and, "Erp! I, I, I haven't done anything like this, eep, what do you want me to do?"
"Here, gimme your hand, just hold it, gently, and now start stroking it --- easy now."
Emma started to give me a nice little hand job. She adjusted her grip and had me getting hard in no time. I was about as erect as I was going to get and she looked at me with a goofy self-satisfied smile.
"Hell yes, girl! That's nice! You're doing good."
I kicked off my shoes, moved her away, and removed my jeans and briefs. "Now, come around here, don't let go! Get on your knees."
Emma moved in front of me and knelt between my legs. Her hand slowed on my dick and with concern on her face, looked at me.
I leaned forward and placed my right hand on the back of her head and said, "If you want to hang, then you gotta suck some dick. Otherwise, just go hang out with the other ninth-graders."
I leaned back and, in the process, rubbed her face against my dick. I took her by the hair and lifted her enough to put her mouth at the head of my dick, "Open up."
She did and I gently pulled her head down until she had a mouth of Bob-cock!
"Watch the teeth! Now, suck on it, like a popsicle!"
She gave me a look and sucked me right in!
I could feel the "eep" more than hear it and, it felt pretty damn good! I was guiding her head up and down on my dick and she started to drool more than I expected. I lifted her head off my dick and she coughed a bit, saliva ran down her chin, and she let out an "eep."
"Easy with the drooling, guess you like eating dick, huh? Makes your mouth water, like your pussy!"
"It's not so bad, I just thought it would be gross but, it isn't."
"It's good to get me all lubed up but once and a while just slow down and swallow some of that drool, OK?"
She was wiping her mouth off with the back of her sleeves and nodded her understanding. She put her right hand on my thigh and gave me a questioning look.
"Yes, Emma, keep going. If you're going to make me cum (I had no doubt she would!) I'll let you know. BUT! Do not pull away, you will swallow my cum, you understand?"
She nodded her head and then took me back into her mouth. She was much better this time. I kept my hand on her head but didn't need to guide her anymore. She sucked up and down, turning her head as she went along. She timed her saliva swallows nicely and let out a few "eeps" which as I already said, added to the experience.
Now I was a young fella at the time and cumming was never a problem. It didn't take too long for me to start feeling it build up. I gave her head a bit of a push down and said, "Quicker, go quicker!"
Emma started sucking quicker and I felt it start to build up in my nuts. She kept pulling on my dick with her mouth when I said, "OK, just hold it in your mouth, I'm going to cuuu…!"
I never got to the "m," I was shooting and pulsing into her mouth. She was sucking on my dick like a straw and then I felt her swallow. She inhaled through her nose and swallowed again. She had figured out a system of inhaling, swallowing, exhaling, and swallowing. Toss in an "eep" or two and it was mighty fucking fine!
When I was spent, I leaned back and watched as she continued to gently suck on my now softening cock.
"OK, you're done. That was great Emma! You did wonderfully!"
She smiled and rested her head on my left thigh.
After a moment, I said, "Come on kid, let's get back to class!"
She looked up at me and said, "I liked that, I mean, eep, I really like that. We gotta do that more."
"Tell you what, we gotta keep it simple while in school, but we need to hook up outside of school and we can really get things cooking. You'll really like that!"
She was a trooper, "Yeah, we need to do more. I want to do it all! Eep! Bob?"
"Yeah?"
She glanced at the little fridge and asked, "Can I have a coke?"
I laughed, said sure and got her a drink.
So that started a series of school hookups. I would finger her to orgasm and she would suck me off. I would get her a coke. It was going pretty sweet until one day Mr. Drama teacher got a little suspicious. See, all the time we spent down there, shit, we could have built sets for decades but, nothing was getting done. One day after rehearsal he called me over.
"Bob, I'm only going to tell you this once."
"Yessir, what's up?"
"You and that little Emma, no more shacking up in the prop room; you'll get us all in trouble and I'm not taking a fall 'cuz you can't keep your britches zipped. Got me?!"
"Yessir! Consider it done, or over, or hell, I won't do it anymore!"
"Good! Pull this shit again, you're done!"
I knew I wouldn't be "done," but it's best to let the guy in charge think he's in charge. We'd just have to cool it a bit.
We took it easy for about a week and then started meeting up during lunch. Mr. Drama teacher would never miss lunch! Shit, he looked like an older Orson Welles and carried his lunch in a twelve-pack cooler! We would hook up during lunch. Nothing quite like a soda, chips, and a blowjob for lunch!
So, yeah, I hooked up with Emma over Thanksgiving break over at her house. No one was home that day; her parents were working and Jack was away at a Drama-thing. I fucked the shit out of that virgin fourteen-year-old girl right on her own girly bed. She came pretty good, and the cursing was out of this world! I don't think I've ever heard anyone, before or since, say "cunt" and "slut" so many times!
I ate her out a couple of times but damn, she had a weird taste. I kind of wanted to stay away from that thing! By the spring she had grown quite a bush and I asked her when she was going to trim that briar patch. She didn't understand why she should. Well, by time graduation came along, we mutually went our separate ways. She started hanging out with a trans kid who she recruited for the drama club.
All-in-all, that Emma was a cool experience, the Tourette's stuff was wild!
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Now this leads me to:
Emma Batten
Now this Emma, this was some wild shit! It was two years after graduation. I decided to head to community college and work a bit to make some money. I got a job in the mall at a sporting goods store that eventually put me on my career path. It was a good job; I worked thirty hours a week, stocking shelves, unloading trucks, and even doing some floor sales work.
I had been there for three months when they promoted me to full floor sales and on occasion, managing the floor when the Assistant Manager went to dinner. It was pretty cool. I loved the job no matter what they had me do and the money was nice for a nineteen-year-old kid. I did look older though, I could easily pass as twenty-one and my older co-workers accepted me as their some-time boss.
One afternoon I went to dinner early, around four-thirty, the manager was going to be out for a couple of hours later at dinner time. I got a tray of China Express stuff and sat in the food court to enjoy some people watching. Amongst the crowd was a long, tall, cool-drink-of-water blonde.
Not just a blonde, a platinum blonde! Her hair had a slight wave to it and it fell just to her shoulders. She carried herself with just a bit of a Marilyn Monroe attitude. This girl might have been six feet tall! She wore ruby-red lipstick, tight white jeans, boots, and a loose, simple, long-sleeve, blue t-shirt. She had one of those over the shoulder bags which hung to her hips but also emphasized the nice nature of her breasts as the strap crossed between them. Her skin was cream white without a blemish. She walked in and out of the tables but never bought anything. I watched as she walked away; my heart sinking, wishing I had the balls to hit on her.
I got back to work and in a short time, in walks blondie! Two of the sales guys moved on her and she explained she was just browsing for a gift for her "daddy."
I hung back at the registers and kept an eye on her. Soon enough the sales guys were busy with other customers. It fell to me to keep an eye on her, tough job, huh? Anyway, I saw her checking out the sales guys and turned away before she looked at me. She didn't notice the mirror on the wall from which I observed as she discreetly slipped two expensive freshwater lures into her bag. I moved to the office where I watched her on the CCTV as she bagged an expensive fishing t-shirt and a nice hook remover. She paused and headed toward the exit to the parking lot.
I ducked out the office's exterior door and waited for her by the exit. Shoplifters don't like to exit back into the mall, too much risk staying inside. Sure enough, here she came. She didn't notice me as I stepped out in front of her; she was looking back at the door. She ran right into me. I grabbed her arms by the elbows, locking my thumbs into the joint. Damn! She was at least an inch taller than me!
"Slow down girl, it's over, (she was scared, shaking and shit) calm down, you need to come with me."
She started to stammer as I turned to the office door. "I, I, there's been a mistake, I didn't, don't hold me so hard, that hurts, I didn't mean to … ahhhh …"
She started to sob as I took her to the office.
"Here, sit down and hand me your bag."
I leaned against the desk, facing her. She clutched the bag to her chest, through her sobs she pleaded, "Pleeeease, I've never done this before. I wanted to get my daddy a birthday present. I've never done this before --- "
I believed her. Listening to her voice and seeing her up close, she was much younger than I first thought.
"What's your name?"
She seemed resigned to her plight, her head dropped and she quietly replied, "Emma, Emma Batten."
"How old are you Emma?"
She looked up at me with those big blue eyes, a little tear-stained, but marvelous all the same. "Fourteen."
I stayed composed but my mind yelled, 'Four-fucking-teen?"
I now noticed that her nose was just a tad too big, her lips protruded more than I care for, her face was just a little off symmetry, up close she wasn't as hot as she was from a distance. Regardless, I felt my dick stir as I ran all the possibilities through my mind. I had to think, think clearly, and think quickly.
"What's your father's name?"
She hesitated and said, "He doesn't live with us anymore."
I picked up a pen and pad of paper, "Still, what's his name?"
"Ted, Arthur Batten."
"What is it, Ted or Arthur?"
"Both, Ted is short for Arthur, he goes by Ted but his …"
"Got it. Your mother's name?"
"Pleeease, no, not her, please."
"Her name."
"Jennie Batten."
"Her number?" "555, 867, 53, 09"
"You shitting me?"
"No, I know, I know, but that's really it."
"Christ! Tell me, you say the items were for your dad's birthday?"
She was looking right at me and it was all I could do, those goddamned blue eyes! Shit!
"Yes, his birthday is coming up. I don't have any money and my mom won't give me any money to buy him a gift, she hates him. Anyway, I was going to take a bus out to the prison ---"
"What?! The prison?"
"Yes, that's where he is, probably where he'll always be."
"But, fishing stuff? What is he going to do with fishing stuff?"
She sat quietly, then softly spoke, "Last time we were together, he took me fishing …"
"OK, I get it; sounds pretty rough."
"Please don't call my mom, I'll do anything …"
That was what I was waiting to hear!
"Don't say things like that. Never offer what you can't deliver." I moved around the desk, sat down, and reached for the phone.
"No! Don't! I can, I can deliver. Whatever you want. (she sat up, looked me right in the eye) I'll do it. Just don't call my mom, please!"
"I don't know; I'm required to call the police. You literally left the store with the goods."
She stood and emptied her bag of the stolen items. "There, you see, everything, it's all back."
I looked at the stuff and said, "It really doesn't matter. It's still a crime. You have to be held responsible for your crime."
There it was; I opened the door for her. Now the question was, 'Would she step through?'
She wavered a little, shifted from one foot to the other. She seemed to slump just a little. She dropped her head and then looked up at me. "You, you can hold me responsible. We keep it just between you and me. Not cops, no mom, just you, and me.
I stared at her for thirty seconds or so. I swiveled in my chair and faced the store computer. I pretended to down-loaded the store surveillance onto a flash drive. I wasn't worried, no one looked at the recording unless there was a reason and I was the only one who knew there was a reason. Tomorrow the device would erase and record over itself.
I stood and showed her the drive. "This is mine, all the proof I need. You do what I say when I say it and no one will ever see it. Fuck up once, it'll go to your mom and then the cops."
She jumped at me and hugged me tight, saying, "Oh thank you, thank you."
Now, I know what you're thinking. I would get into a shitload of trouble for doing what I just did, and now I put myself into deeper trouble by blackmailing her. I was betting that she was fucking stupid. You know; young, dumb, and soon full of my cum!
We arranged to meet the next day at a local coffee shop around three in the afternoon. I escorted her out the back way, went back to the office, picked up the items, and stashed them in my locker. Things were slow, the guys were standing around and one of them asked me, "Where you been Bob."
I rolled my eyes and simply said, "Fucking China Express was a real express today!"
They laughed and started making farting sounds and the like. I noticed a guy coming in and quickly said "Customer!" They all shut up and went about their business. I spent the rest of the night fantasizing about Emma. I bagged Emma's stolen items before leaving and took them home with me.
It took forever, but eventually, it came time for my "date" with Emma. I parked across the street from the coffee shop at around 2:30 and waited to see if Emma would show up and, more importantly, show up alone. After about fifteen minutes a city bus made a stop and Emma was one of the people who got off. She waited at the light and crossed the street to the coffee shop. She was by herself. I pulled around and met her inside as she stood in line. She nodded a greeting and I paid for our drinks. I led her to a corner table where she took a seat. I had the bag of items with me and as I sat, I placed them on the table in front of her.
She looked younger, not so made up. She seemed less confident; a bit meeker than the night before. When she spoke, she avoided prolonged eye contact.
"Go ahead, look inside."
Her eyes grew wide as she opened the bag and saw its contents.
"You? This is the stuff --- for my daddy --- you bought them for me?"
I lied, "Yeah, I kind of felt bad about you and your dad. What's he in for?"
She looked down. "He killed a guy."
"A guy?"
"Yeah, he caught my mom with this guy, he killed him. I think he would have killed mom too but I came running into the room when I heard all the noise. He was on the run for weeks until they finally caught him."
"Damn girl, that's rough."
We sat in silence for a while, sipping our drinks. Emma was looking good. She was wearing a tight white shirt with loose long sleeves, jeans, and simple sneakers. Her hair was the same as last night and she had toned down the make-up. At one point she lifted her hand to brush some hair off her face and I spotted the cutting scars on her arm.
She knew I saw the scars and quickly covered her arm up. She looked at me with those big baby blues!
"That's OK; I understand how it can be. A buddy of mine went through some very rough times and did some of that. The pain of life is hard to make go away."
I paused and she didn't reply. I asked, "So it's you and your mom, anyone else?"
"No, just us, more like her and then me. She's a waitress up at the Silver Spur."
Everyone knows about the Silver Spur. It's a titty bar with a bad reputation. It makes the news at least once a month.
"Damn, you gotta do what you gotta do. Hours must be pretty bad."
"Yeah, six days a week, three to whenever; she does pretty good with tips and stuff. I really don't ask. I get a small allowance during the school year for lunches and stuff but she cuts it in half during the summer. If she found out about me getting stuff for my dad, even if I had bought it, man, it would be bad!"
"Sucks"
"And if the cops got involved, shit, they'd put me away and then it'd likely be foster care if I ever got out. My mom might be a lousy mom but, I love her, she's my mom. Just like my dad is my dad."
She looked at me. I asked, "You remember our deal?"
"Yes, I'll do whatever you want and you don't rat me out."
"Whatever I want, let's be clear, whatever."
"That's what I promised. I only ask you don't tell anyone and anything you want is only with you. No friends or anything like that."
"Agreed. Where do you live?"
She looked a little surprised, and a little worried.
"My place? Where I live? What about your place?"
I had anticipated this. No way was I going to admit I lived with my parents!
"My girlfriend wouldn't understand bringing you over."
"You got a girlfriend? Why you doing this?"
"I don't love her or anything; I might want to get a new girlfriend. Anyway, none of that matters. This is about you and how much worse your life could get."
"OK, the apartments at Park and Fourteenth. Mom is already gone to work."
We were sitting in a coffee shop at Park and Thirty-sixth. The bus she rode is the Park line.
"Let's go."
We got in the car and headed down Park. Once you pass Twentieth, things get a little seedier. By Fourteenth it's a little worse but not as bad as it is a few streets further. She led me up one flight of stairs, then down the hall to apartment 232. It wasn't too bad. There was a nice living room-dining room combo, a small but functional kitchen, down the hall a bathroom, Emma's bedroom, and then her mom's master bedroom.
"It's not much but we keep it clean and mom is pretty good at making it cozy. I'm glad that her bathroom and closet between our bedrooms. Sometimes she entertains some men friends."
"I think this is just fine. It's a nice little spot. Let me get a look at your bedroom."
"Aah, OK, its nothing special."
We entered the room and she was partially correct. It was simple but there were nice little girly features here and there. Enough to make it kind of sexy. I sat down on the bed and looked up at her. God, she looked scared.
"Kick off your sneakers and take off your jeans."
She slowly followed my directions. She turned away from me as she pulled her jeans down and off; it was one nice unintended view. The girl had a very nice ass and some long slender legs. Her skin was creamy with a couple of freckles here and there. She stood up and with her jeans held in front of her, she turned to me.
"Here, hand me the jeans."
I reached a hand out and she slowly handed them over. She then placed her flat hands over her crotch. She had a beautiful shape as her legs rose and then spread as they reached her hips. I could see the start of her thin waist as her shirt hung loose. Those legs though! My lord, they were works of art.
"Now the shirt."
She lifted her hands from her crotch exposing a tightly clad mound of labial delight. She had a well-defined camel toe and a very nice thigh gap. Her panties were a nice white fabric with a simple frill. As her shirt came off, I could see her bra matched the panties. Her tits weren't big or anything but they rode proudly on her chest. I would venture to guess a B cup. Her entire body was milky white with a sparse sprinkling of little freckles. She had a small birthmark that resembled a bird just below her waist halfway between her navel and hip.
She stood there in her socks, panties, and bra, just kind of looking at me. I stood and stepped towards her. I reached my left hand to her stomach and flattened it as I slowly moved around her to the right, bringing my hand along. She shuddered a little as I caressed around her waist. I left my hand just above her ass as I moved in front of her. I gently pulled her in and tried to kiss her. She shifted her head away.
I softly said, "We agreed to anything."
She turned to face me but did not move.
"I want you to kiss me."
She sighed and leaned into me, tilting her head to her right. I reciprocated and our lips met. She took no action.
I caught her bottom lip with my lips, gave it a pull, and then released it, "We,"
I repeated the pull on her upper lip, "agreed,"
I brushed my lips against hers, "anything."
Her lips moved against mine. I opened my lips a little and she followed. I pressed her body against mine and she finally responded. It seemed as though some threshold had been crossed. She kissed with a passion I had never experienced! Her whole body joined in and she was squirming into me and starting to breathe harder. My hands were on her ass and it was marvelous! I squeezed, spread, and lifted. I heard little chokes coming from her throat. She lifted her right leg and hooked it up on my hip. I grabbed under her thigh and assisted as she started to hump on my leg. It was getting crazy!
I let her go at it for a little while and then broke away. She was a bit bent over, panting and looking at me as if I was a meal or something. For just a second, I thought, "What the fuck did I get myself into?!'
I gathered my thoughts and said, "The bra, the panties, now!"
She had them off before I could even undo the belt on my cargo shorts. I paused, Christ! She was the finest piece of ass I had ever been with; she still holds that ranking today! She came forward and pulled my shirt up and off me as I fumbled with my shorts. She pushed me back so I was sitting on the bed.
She took a knee in front of me and got my shoes and socks off just as my shorts and briefs were on the way down. Once I was free of my clothes I leaned back on the bed as she worked her way up. She paused to wrap a hand around my shaft and give it a couple of nice jerks. She moved up, keeping my dick in her hand, and straddled herself over my dick. She looked at me with a sort of goofy smile and then looked down to watch as she lowered herself over my dick. Instinctively my hips pushed upward and between her labia. She shifted and I felt hot, moist, pussy envelope my dick.
Emma let out a satisfied "Mmmmmmmm" as she slid herself down my shaft. She looked at me with a smile when I bottomed out inside her.
She gyrated her hips which caused my dick to imperceptibly move in and out of her tight twat. It was my turn to smile. She followed that move with three slow fucks of my dick, moving higher on each move. Then she slammed her pussy down hard on me and proceeded to fuck me hard and heavy four good times. Then she bottomed out and did the hip gyrate thing again followed by the soft and then the hard. She was killing me! She had her hands on my shoulders and the pressure was enough to keep me in position; I didn't try to get away!
My hands were either on her hips or tits. Those puppies were firm and a nice handful! Her areolas were the cutest pink you ever saw and her nipples were just a shade darker. I tried to get them in my mouth but she managed to divert my attention when I tried. This girl had been well-schooled in the fine art of fornication by someone and, at the moment, I was the beneficiary of that schooling!
She pressed down on me and put her lips next to my ear. She started to twerk her pussy on my dick. She was jerking me off with her pussy! I could feel her hot breath in my ear. She started to talk to me, "You feel so good inside me, mmmm, I love the feel of your cock as I fuck it, gaaawd, I want to feel your cum in me, mmmm. This is only the start, I want your cock, I want your cum, fuck me like the slut I am, I'm your cock and cum slut … oooooh, let me fuck you and make you cum …" and on it went.
She was driving me crazy! I tried to keep up but, this fourteen-year-old Amazon had me at her mercy! She kept talking, she kept me on my back and, she started to go full force on my dick! Her voice started to break and I could feel the start of her contractions as she pumped me harder. My nuts were tightening and I could feel that "happiness-glow" buildup in my dick. I tried to say I was cumming but all that came out was a string of "I's." She slammed down hard onto me and held me so tight I thought she was going to pass through me! I held on as her pussy started to clench and spasm on my dick as I shot jets of cum into her.
We thrashed together as we came and then together, we started to calm. She let out one or two "aftershocks" as my dick moved around in her slick slot. Slowly she slid off me but kept her arms around my neck and her face next to mine.
Emma was still breathing pretty hard when she said, "My God, that was one of the best ever. Shit, I think I'm going to like being blackmailed by you!"
"Girl! Where in the hell did you learn to fuck like that?"
Emma moved up onto my chest, slid her hair to the side, and smiled, "Would you find it hot if I told you my daddy taught me?"
God damn! "I don't --- "
She cut me off. She started to trail a finger around my chest, "How 'bout if I told it was one of my mommy's boyfriends?"
"That would --- "
"Maybe it was my uncle, Uncle Dave, maybe --- "
"I would --- "
"I kind of wish it was Uncle Dave, I like him a lot. Do you want to watch me fuck my Uncle Dave? I know I said no one else but, maybe Uncle Dave?"
"I think that --- "
"You really want to know?"
"Yes."
"My mommy"
"What the fuck? Your mom?"
She hooked her leg across mine and I rested a hand on her ass as I shifted a little toward her.
"She's had some boyfriends over the years. I've always been able to peek in on her. Over time, you learn a few things. I watched and listened; two years ago, I had my chance. Her boyfriend Joe was the DJ at the club, she got drunk and he brought her home. She was so bad she just passed out. I liked Joe, he was short and I was already as tall as him. He was nice to me and that night we sat on the couch together after he put mom to bed. One thing led to another, and before I even thought about it, I was sucking his cock. Later that night he took my cherry and we started to fuck all the time. After a couple of months, he got fired and I haven't heard from him since."
"Damn, you were twelve? That's pretty young!"
She squirmed a bit and replied, "I didn't think so. It was all good. I haven't been with anyone since then. You're my second! Give me a minute; I need to use the bathroom."
I laid there in wonderment. Emma was probably the most interesting girl I had ever met! Four-fucking-teen! Also, she was the hottest I've ever met! Damn, she was tall, and for some reason, that was quite the turn-on! I could feel "Old Willy" starting to stir as I thought about her.
She came back in the room and I had to marvel at just how good she looked, that body, shit, that body was beyond nice! Sure, her face was a little weird, but it worked for me.
She crawled back on the bed and placed her hand on my hardening dick. "You're looking like you'll be ready for some more. It's your turn, you take charge, I have to do whatever you want! What'll it be … by the way, what is your name? What do I call you?"
Damn, it never occurred to me I hadn't told her my name. I wore my name tag last night but apparently, she never noticed.
"I'm tempted to have you call me daddy, but I won't."
"I would! It would be really kinky and dirty! I'll …"
"No, not that, tell ya what, just call me Bob."
"Bob?"
"Yep, Bob."
She rolled to her back, shit, was that a sight! Nice young tits defying gravity, little tummy sunken into her body, two nice pelvic bones standing guard over a valley that led down to prominent pubic mound covered with a delicate dusting of blonde hair, shit! The way those thighs rose! She placed her forefinger on her bottom lip and with a glance my way, "Can I call you Robert?"
"You 'can,' but …"
With a grin, she reworded her request, "MAY, I call you Robert?"
"Yes, you may. Enough talk, play with yourself."
"Huh?"
"Play with yourself, show me how you jerk off."
I got up on my knees and sat back to watch. She gave me a questioning look and said, "Sure, never had anyone watch me before, (with a giggle) I kind of like the idea!"
She looked me in the eyes as her left hand ventured down her stomach to just above her mound. She began rubbing herself in small circles as her right hand gently cupped her right tit. She glanced down at her tit as she pinched her nipple with her thumb and forefinger.
"You like to squeeze your nipples?"
"Yeah, it feels so good. I get these, ungh, little jolts, I like them. Wanna try?"
"Later, not now; right now, it's all you."
"Hm, Mmm"
She moved her hand to her left tit and repeated the squeezing and pinching. I noticed her hips were starting to move a bit and that her left hand had moved further down. It was still a flat hand and moving in easy circles but now it had moved closer to the pink.
She was quiet, as in concentration quiet as she manipulated her nipples and started to drop her fingers over her clitoral region.
Suddenly she let out a start, "Ah! Oooooh, that was nice, very nice!"
She was commenting more to herself than to me. I liked it! I was a perv watching a young girl masturbate!
Her hips started to roll, she moaned, "Ooooh, yeah, nice, ungh!"
She glanced at me and then down to my dick, "You like this? You like watching a girl play with herself?"
I took my dick in my left hand and started a slow stroke, "Yeah, I like watching you. I'm stroking myself watching you play with your tits and pussy. You've made me hard; think you have what it takes to get me off?"
I caught her on that one. She didn't expect me to challenge her. "I, I'm going to try. Just keep watching me."
I didn't want to spoil this by having her act and shit, "Don't do anything special, just do what you usually do. I know it'll be great. I'm not here."
"I like looking at your cock while you stroke it. May I look at you stroke your cock while I masturbate?"
Fuck! That comment almost made me cum! "Sure, you can look at me stroking while you play with yourself. That's cool."
I slowly stroked myself as she played with her pussy. I kind of made a show of it; I would play with my balls, I switched hand position, I did everything I could think of to slow down my impending climax.
In the meantime, she was getting worked up. Her hand moved quicker and she concentrated on her clit. Emma rolled her hips, spread herself open, and then ran her index finger all around her little clit. Of course, her pussy was as pretty as all get out, all pink and opalescent from her juices. Her breathing got shorter as her "Aahs" got louder.
Timing was everything here!
I started to stroke a little firmer and faster. Her eyes were half-closed as she fingertipped up and down on her twat. I got myself to the edge and grabbed my shaft. Emma froze for a moment, she jerked and then curled. She broke from her curl and arched her back with her hand cupped over her pussy.
She shivered through her climax exclaiming over and over, "Yessssss! Ooooooooh, Yessssssss!"
At that moment I rose on my knees and moved toward her face. I was vigorously jacking my cock with my right hand. I grabbed the top of her head with my left hand and turned her face to my dick, I was able to contain things until I was aimed directly at her mouth.
"Emma! Open up!"
She had a look of surprise on her face as she opened her mouth. I came, and I came hard! The first shot made it right into her mouth! It trailed a little down the side of her right cheek. She closed her mouth to swallow the load when the second hit her across her left cheek and over her lips. She mumbled something as she swallowed and tried to open her mouth again when I shifted slightly and send a third load across the bridge of her nose onto and across her left eye.
This time she lifted her hands to her face and said, "Robert, don't, slow down, Ro …"
Right then a rather large pulse of cum flowed out of my dick right into her mouth. I guffed a laugh and started to stoke whatever was left in me on to her face.
Emma half giggled as she realized her mouth was full of cum and her face nicely painted. Somehow, she managed to say, "You should have warned me! (she swallowed some jizz and started to scoop more to her mouth) I hate getting it in the eye, or my hair. You're lucky none got in my hair!"
I squeezed one last gob out onto her cheek and then hopped off the bed. I retrieved a warm washcloth from the bathroom and helped her clean up a bit.
We hung out a bit and agreed to meet at the coffee shop in two days. My work schedule kept me busy until then. I was getting dressed as she lay on the bed watching me.
"Earlier, you commented about the pain of life."
I paused, "Yeah, sometimes I may talk too much."
"Oh no, that's not a problem; it's just that sometimes I do these things just to feel something! You made me feel something. I don't really care about you turning me in anymore. I think I want to just hang with you no matter what."
I kissed her on the forehead and got out of there.
I waited for her at the coffee shop but she stood me up. I drove down to her apartment building and waited for an hour. There appeared to be no activity as I watched the windows of the apartment. I gutted-up, went inside, and knocked at the door, there was no answer. I hung in the car for another hour and nothing, squat, zilch, nada.
The next morning, while having breakfast, I casually picked up the paper my dad had left on the table and gave it a scan. In Section B I noticed that there was a raid at the Silver Spur. Amongst the arrested was Jennie Batten. Her charges were Solicitation and Committing an Act of Prostitution. I about spit my Cheerios!
I went back to the apartment and still nothing. As I was walking out, an old guy in a very nice t-shirt asked me if I was looking for Jennie.
"Yeah, I'm kind of worried about her and the kid."
"No need, Jennie's in jail and will probably be away for a few years, third timer ya know."
"The girl?"
"Children and Family, probably for the best, maybe straighten her ass out. Girl was a regular nympho. Someone was going to go to jail doing her. Shit, throw a dart around here and you'll likely hit someone who done fucked her."
I hadn't noticed the old guy had a fishing pole leaning against the stoop and a tackle box on the step. He picked up his gear and said, "Gotta go, doing some fishing; I got some new lures to test out."
I didn't want to hear anymore. I guess I was lucky. I sat in the car for a few minutes and drove down to the county free clinic for an STD test. A week later my results came back clean. I never saw or heard from that Emma ever again.
So, "Tourette's Emma," "Tall Slutty Emma," and now back to "Not Even Plain Emma."
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Back to Emma White
As I mentioned, I wanted to get a dog but my lifestyle at the time seemed to make that improbable. I was taking a walk one pretty Saturday morning in late April when I was startled by Emma running past me. She gave a quick wave and a shout of "Hey Mr. Musgrave!" as she ran by.
Remember, Emma wasn't the prettiest girl around, not by a long shot; but, if you saw those legs and that ass in a pair of short running shorts as she ran by, well, you would have ogled just like me. I liked the way her hair bounced as she ran. She was also a bit bow-legged which added an odd but appreciated look to her ass.
She continued and made the turn down out street. My thoughts were flitting between bending her over and fucking her ass or just plain doing her doggy-style. I was feeling the stir in my dick and decided that it was better to discard those thoughts, for the time being. As I approached the corner, Emma came walking into view on our street.
She had their short, stubby, bulldog, "Chunkie" on the leash with her. I liked Chunkie, he was a good boy and, he liked me as well. We met at the corner and I made a point of effusively greeting Chunkie (I simply called him "Chunk."). I had to squat down, which also gave me a nice gander at Emma's legs. She was still wearing those short, flared shorts that with just a tug, could expose a lot more than fit thighs.
I looked up at her and commented, "Taking Chunk for a walk, heh? How far can he manage?"
"He'll make it around the block without any problem. Although I do worry about him getting arthritis. I think that getting ..."
And on she went; oh, how she could go on! I smiled and nodded my head. Her mouth was weird, it almost didn't seem human. I couldn't help but imagine shoving my dick into it. Face-fucking the girl! Yeah, that would be nice.
I shook the thought from my mind and asked, "Want some company?"
She paused and gave me an odd look (Not too hard for her) and replied, "I, well, yes, that would be nice."
Around the block, we went. I asked if I could take the leash and she happily let me walk Chunk.
"Whenever you want to take Chunkie for a walk, just come over and we'll let you. It's good for him to walk." She paused and asked, "Do you like dogs?"
"Yes, I've wanted to get one but my work schedule prevents me."
"What, your traveling? If you ever got a dog, I would be willing to look after it when you're out of town."
"That would be too much of an imposition."
"I could watch him at your house or you could bring him over to our house and he could play with Chunkie! Chunkie needs a friend!"
I stopped and looked at her. This could be interesting, "If, and that's a big if, I got a dog, it would have to be one you would like if you were going to take care of it when I'm out of town."
We resumed walking and I asked, "What do you think, a puppy or an older rescue dog?"
Without hesitation, she replied, "An older rescue, a puppy would be too much to handle."
"You want to come with me a little later today and take a look at what's available?
"Yeah! I'll ask my mom, I'm sure she'll be fine with it. What kind of dog do you like?"
"I really don't know; I'll have to see what they have."
A little later that morning, Emma came by to tell me that she could come along to help me pick out a dog. She told me that her mother would be out a better part of the day and usually, that meant she would be just hanging out at home by herself. My dick alerted my mind to remember that tidbit. I told her we would leave at eleven, look at some pooches, and then get some lunch.
Emma showed up at my door five minutes before eleven. She was wearing sandals, short jean shorts, and a loose cross-country t-shirt. Damn! Those legs were fine! As we headed to the car, for some reason I was conscious of our size difference, she was barely a whiff.
We went to the pound first. Of course, she wanted each and every dog. I didn't feel a connection with any of them although my heart went out to more than a few considering what was in their future. We went to the no-kill shelter next. It was there I met the dog who would become my "Mr. Speaker," a six- or seven-year-old pure mutt. He had golden-reddish hair and perfect eyes. He wasn't too big and wasn't too small. Most importantly, he was very chill.
I didn't commit on the spot, I wanted an excuse to take Emma to lunch, so we could "talk it over." Before leaving I quietly told the lady to put him on the reserved list.
Of course, we couldn't just hit any of the fast-food places, she hated those. We went to a sandwich, salad, soup place instead. She told me that she and her mother ate there a couple of times but her mom didn't care for it. Her mom had to always go to the burger and shake places. Emma commented that eating like that would be the death of her mother.
It wasn't all that bad; I got a bowl of creamy tomato soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. Emma had some sort of Asian chicken salad. It did look good. I commented that I would switch where I got takeout food and Emma was very proud of me.
After eating, we talked dogs. She remembered every dog we stopped and looked at. After a half-hour, she "convinced" me that the soon-to-be-named Mr. Speaker was the dog for me. She was a whirlwind as we stopped at the pet supply store and got everything we needed before going to get him.
She was so happy you would think she was getting the dog! As we got the dog to the car she turned and wrapped her arms around me and gave me an amazing hug. Her little tits were firm as she plastered them against me. I swear I could feel her nipples! She held on and I felt myself start to harden. I decided to keep contact and let her feel my cock pressed against her. I could tell when she realized what was happening and expected her to let loose. Instead, she held tight for a couple of seconds more and ground on my dick just a little. I was a bit mystified but pleased.
She loosened up, let go of me and, let out a little cough before saying, "I think we need to get him home. Have you thought of a name yet?"
"I got an idea, but I need to think it over a bit."
"What are you thinking? I hope nothing plain like Rover or anything!"
"No, nothing like that, I just have to have him home for a little while before naming him."
When we got the dog home, we let him investigate the backyard where he took care of his business. Emma was all business, "You need to pick it up as soon as possible, it'll attract rats!"
After a bit, I took the dog inside and Emma came along. It was her first visit inside and she made herself totally at home! She checked the refrigerator and "tsked" me for not having enough healthy food and too much junk. She was right.
We followed the dog as he scouted every room. He liked my bedroom. I took the dog bed I brought in and put it in the corner. He liked that. I noticed Emma was eyeing everything in the room. Then she kind of stiffened and walked out into the hall. I followed her as she made her way down the stairs to the kitchen.
"What's the matter?"
"I shouldn't have just gone into your bedroom; it's your room and I invaded your privacy."
Another turning point was reached.
"You are welcome in my house and any room; even my bedroom."
There was a very pregnant pause as we looked at each other. Thankfully Mr. Speaker came romping into the kitchen and broke the developing tension. Emma played with the dog for a bit and then said she had to head home. I walked her to the door and thanked her for all her help. Again, there was a pause. I opened my arms and she fell into me for a hug.
Just like before, I pressed my stiffening dick against her and she pressed back. She took a deep breath and leaned back, keeping our hips in contact. She wanted to say something but didn't know what.
I said, "Thanks again. Come over whenever you want."
"My pleasure Mr. Musgrave."
"Bob, call me Bob. I know how your mother is, so when it's just us, please call me Bob."
She broke loose and was out the door.
Over the next four weeks, I walked Mr. Speaker every morning and evening. I started to eat healthier and noticed I was dropping some pounds. Some mornings, I added an easy jog to our walk. During this time, I had two overnight trips and in each case, Mr. Speaker stayed with Emma and Chunk; those two got along famously.
I was going to have three full-day trips coming up so I arranged for Emma to just come over and see to Mr. Speaker. Each trip required me to be out the door at five in the morning and not get back until around nine or ten at night. Emma told me that it was probably for the best that she come over, her mom was not too happy about having the dog at their place so much. (Karens can be such bitches!)
The first trip, everything went smoothly. When I came home from the second trip, I could tell someone had been in my bed and there was a certain "aroma" in the air. After the third trip, not only had someone been in my bed, someone had used the shower! Of course, Mr. Speaker was fine and the business aspects of the trips were successful.
After the third trip, which was on a Thursday, I didn't see Emma until Saturday. I was walking Mr. Speaker when she came running around the street corner. She stopped but it was too late. I called, "Emma!"
She dropped her head for a second and then jogged toward me.
Before I could speak, she started, "Mr., umm, Bob, I'm sorry for violating your trust! I had a girl problem and needed to clean up really quick. I hope you're not going to fire me!"
"Fire you? From what, being my neighbor, being my friend?"
She seemed to change right in front of me. "Am I your friend?"
"Of course, you're my friend! I don't understand how you would even have to ask."
She got quiet; she couldn't make eye contact. "I don't really have any friends. I'm kind of a loner, you know, on the outside looking in."
"Emma"
She sniffled, quietly she said, "I know I'm different, funny looking and nerdy. Some of the kids make fun of me, almost none of the girls like me. A few of the runners are OK. I just don't have many friends and I can't lose the few I have."
I reached my right hand to her shoulder and she slid into me until I had her in a one-armed hug. Her head was pressed against my chest and I thought she was going to cry.
"Of course, you're still my friend. As a matter of fact, friends share things. If you need something from me and I'm not around, help yourself. (I paused) Here, take Mr. Speaker and walk back to the house with me."
She perked up and chatted about her days with the dog the entire way back to my house.
I opened the door for them and she followed Mr. Speaker inside. I offered her a glass of vitamin water and she gladly accepted. We sat at the kitchen table.
"Emma, I'm not mad at you in the least, understand?"
"Yes, Bob."
"I'm curious, about while I was gone and you were here."
"Yes, Bob."
"Were you in my bed?"
Pause, a drink, "Yes, Bob."
"That's fine, no problem." Pause, drink, pause. "You got under the covers?"
Pause, "Yes."
"Why?"
"Bob, this is embarrassing!"
"It's your choice, understand, I don't have many friends either. I don't want to lose the few I have. We need to trust each other. Now tell me why or --- "
She looked down, "I wanted to smell you and feel you."
"Will you show me?"
This got her attention! She looked up with surprise, a bit of fear, and some excitement mixed in.
"Now?"
She didn't say "No!"
"Yes, Emma."
"I, I, um."
I stood and reached my hand to her, "Come along Emma."
She reached for my hand and with her eyes down, grasped it and followed me to the stairs.
We got to the bedroom and I guided her to the side of the bed. I let go and stood back.
"Ok Emma, show me."
She paused, she wasn't smiling, she just stood there, her arms hanging at her side.
"Emma?"
She turned and pulled the bed coverings down and turned back to me.
"Well?"
I thought she might kick off her shoes and climb into bed. Nope, not Emma; she indeed kicked off her shoes, and then removed her socks. She looked at me and she crossed her arms and lifted her shirt up and off. Her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her shorts and bent from the waist, she shimmied them down and off. She was wearing those skin-tight athletic panties and sports bra combos. They were black and one could barely make out two humps where her tits would be. The gap between those skinny legs was breathtaking!
She looked at me and asked, "All the way?"
Christ! As calmly as I could, I replied, "Yes Emma, all the way."
She hesitated, then, "OK, fine."
She repeated the cross-arm lift and the bra was off. She had pretty little tits! They were maybe half-lemon in size, soft-looking, and separated nicely by her chest. They had a little jiggle to them and looked like they would be wonderful to play with.
With her thumbs hooked, she slid her bottoms down. Yes, her legs were skinny, and yes, her gap was wide, but that was one nice-looking brand-new pussy! Her mound was reddish but not very big. It was almost smooth running between her legs. Her little muffin had a sparse covering of darker hair that reached in a triangle over her mound.
She looked at me in a questioning way.
"Very nice, very sexy, don't stop Emma, show me what you did."
----- As an aside, in no way will any of this involve the dog. Mr. Speaker was sound asleep in his bed against the far wall. -----
I wasn't ready to make a major move on Emma at this time. I kept my distance and watched as she climbed on my bed. She was on her back and I watched as she placed the fingertips of her right hand on her chest between her tits, she reached her left hand under her ass and rested on it. Slowly she started drawing her fingertips from tit to tit, nipple to nipple. I could see her little nipples stiffening and hear her breathing deepening. She started to close her eyes for longer durations and I could tell she was massaging her ass in some fashion.
I kicked off my shoes and dropped my britches. She started to eye me as I stepped out of my rumple of clothes and took my cock in hand. With a couple of strokes, I was getting fully erect. Emma kept watching as I moved toward her. Memories of the last time with Emma Batten came to mind. I knew what I wanted!
"Are you going to, to ---?"
"I didn't plan to; do you want me to?"
"I'm not sure, I don't know."
"Well, that's a no; I think we should just play around a bit. OK?"
She physically jolted a bit in reaction to her finger play and simply nodded her head.
Emma could not have known what I meant by "play around," but she soon found out.
I leaned against the bed stroking my rock hard my cock next to her face, "Emma, here, look here, open your mouth, Emma, you're going to learn how to suck a cock."
I placed my left hand on top of her head and directed her turn. Her eyes grew wider and as I pulled her closer to my cock, I repeated, "Open your mouth, Emma."
She didn't comply. I pulled her head closer and leaned until my cock and balls were nestled on her face. I held her close as I slowly humped on her face.
"Emma, there is no way avoiding this. If you want a man in your life, and considering how you feel about your looks, you're going to have to offer something other girls aren't too willing to give."
Shit, I was bullshitting but I wasn't too far from the truth. If she wasn't pretty looks-wise and, wanted to land a guy someday, she had better be pretty fucking open sex-wise.
I noticed her hand had moved down to her pussy and she was frigging her clit pretty good so I figured she was kind of into this whole scene.
"Emma, if you don't open your mouth and suck my dick, I'm just going to jerk off all over you! Open your mouth!"
Her breathing was getting heavy and she panted, "No Bob, I'm no-mrphlgg …"
Before she knew it, I had the head of my cock pressed into her lips before she could say "not."
I was stoking my cock across her teeth, between her lips, "Emma, you have to trust me this is no time to be scared."
I was pretty sure the scared crack would work and it did. I lifted my cock on the backstroke just as I said "scared" and she started to reply, opening her mouth fully. As she was saying "I," I pushed the head of my dick into her mouth. She garbled some objection but it was too late. The head was in and the hurt was done! I rose on my toes, leaned in, and turned her head. My cock neatly stroked further into her mouth.
"You go easy Emma! Watch those teeth! Just suck on it for a minute, just close your mouth and suck, yes, suck my cock Emma, just like that! Aaaaah."
She took to sucking a cock like a natural! She started a nice face fuck on my cock as I began a gentle hump into her mouth. I noticed her hand that was under her ass was now reaching across to her pussy as her other hand moved to my cock.
"Good girl Emma, suck me and stroke me; play with your pussy as you suck my cock!"
Emma was enjoying herself as much as I was enjoying her! I leaned to my right and reached my hand to her little pussy. I flat fingered down and moved her hand away. She was very moist and hot! I rubbed her with my middle finger sliding between her labia and making contact with her clit on the upward rub. She was moaning through my dick as my manipulations started to hit home! She rolled her hips in time with my hand and pretty quickly her mouth was off my cock; she started to pant heavily as her young orgasm slammed home. She arched and groaned before letting out a quiet but shrill, "Aaaaaaaah!"
She humped her hips and she panted through the last reverberations of her climax. My finger was soaked from her girl juices as I decelerated my manipulations. I quickly moved my hand to my dick and started to jack my cock, turning to my right so my shots would land on her.
"Emma! Emma, watch me cum, look here!"
She shifted her eyes to my dick just as I came. My first shot laid a string across her torso ending with a splat on her left tit. I tried for her face with the second but it only made it to her neck, the third drilled across her belly and the remaining pulses pooled on her flat taught belly. I took her hand and placed it on my dick and had her milk out the remainder of my tailed boys.
"How was it, Emma?"
She looked up at me with that crooked smile of hers and said, "Oh, I liked it a lot. I've never been able to cum like that before. Are you an expert or something?"
"Nah, not an expert, just have more experience than you. It's always better when someone else does it for you."
"Like me sucking your cock? How did I do?"
"I'll tell ya, Emma, you did pretty damn good! You still need a lot of practice though. Understand?"
With a bit of wicked grin, she asked, "So I need to come over here a lot and suck your cock a lot of times for practice?"
"Ha! Yes, Emma, and a lot more." She still had my cock in her hand, so I brushed her hand away as I shifted myself onto the bed between her legs. I wasn't going to fuck her; I just wanted a position of greater dominance. "We need to fuck a lot. You must be a perfect sexual machine if you plan on landing the guy of your dreams.
She rolled her hips up and rubbed her pussy on my awakening cock. "Are you the guy of my dreams, Bob?"
I pressed my hips between her legs, "No, I am not. Although, I am your best friend and the most important man in your life right now. Your future is dependent on my teaching all you that you need to know. Got it?"
Before she could reply I quickly rose off her and the bed. I picked up an old shirt and tossed it to her. "Wipe yourself off and grab a quick shower. Get dressed and meet me downstairs."
I grabbed my clothes, dressed, and went downstairs to wait for her in the kitchen.
Before long she came into the kitchen and at my behest, took the chair across the table.
"Emma, do you have any questions?"
She casually leaned back, looked me in the eye, and asked, "What do you get out of this Bob? I mean aside from having a willing no-strings sex toy?"
Man! She caught on pretty quick. I put my left elbow on the table, half rested my head in my left hand, and lazily doodled nothing on the tabletop with my right index finger. After a few seconds of this, I stopped and looked her in the eyes, "I like having a no-strings sex toy. I like it a lot. But I also like you, Emma. You have many fine qualities and will mature into a wonderful woman. You are bright enough to understand your limitations and I want you to discover all of your assets and develop your confidence for your future. So, yes, I like the sex part a lot but there is more for me than that."
Emma thought about this and commented, "Well, I really like the sex part! I like how you make me feel. (she leaned forward) I want to be a confident woman without being a bitch or something, you know?"
We chatted a little longer and made plans to "hook up" Wednesday evening when Karen had church. I liked the idea of diddling the church lady's daughter!
On Monday, work notified me that I earned a bonus and a base pay increase. That was nice. With any luck, I could afford to remodel the upstairs master suite and the two small bedrooms by the end of the year.
I gotta say, work was going well. I liked it, I liked meeting with managers and owners of sporting goods stores and I still enjoyed the travel. Every year there is a company-wide sales meeting. They schedule a lot of stuff but you can always slip away and no one gives a fuck.
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A non-Emma, Twix Interlude
Two years ago, the meeting was in DC. Five days in DC can be pretty damn good. We stayed a few blocks from the White House, close to some good bars and restaurants. The company had planned a field trip day and I was too hungover to bother with it. At ten, I was showered and decided to get caught up on my paperwork. By eleven-thirty Housekeeping was at the door. I was feeling hungry and the nice Filipino lady said she would be done in a half-hour.
There was a burger chain place around the corner and I decided to go there and kill some time. It was busy! I got a simple combo and sat by the door. The half-hour flew by quickly and I was still feeling a bit hungry. I got two simple burgers, onion rings, and a shake to go. This might help explain my larger size. WTF, I like some food, OK? Anyway, I'm crossing the street when next to me appears a young light-skinned black girl.
"Hey, Mister! You with all the food. You wanna help a kid get some lunch?"
I glanced down and decided to just keep walking, the hotel was right at the corner.
"You got some bags of food. There's no school today, I ain't got nothing to eat! C'mon big ol' white man, help a hungry kid!"
She had a good patter; I'll give her that. I got to the corner with her in tow. I stepped away from the street and scanned around. I couldn't see anyone paying us any mind but I know that doesn't mean anything. I looked at her and thought, ten, maybe eleven?
"What grade you in kid?"
"Sixth!"
"First time in sixth?"
"Damn! I ain't no dummy. I get real good grades."
"So why you out here?"
She shifted her feet, looked around. I quickly looked around but saw nothing suspicious.
"My momma works and when we don't have school I head out and see what's up. C'mon white man, you gonna share? Maybe spot me a coupla dollars for lunch?"
I had read about shakedown kids. They appear in downtown areas where out-of-towners can be found, just like this kid and this part of town. They hook you and you give them money. They split it with someone who looks out for them and they work the streets all day.
I looked over at the burger place and said, "You hungry? Come with me and I'll get you anything you want over there."
She glanced that way and without skipping a beat asked, "Anything?"
"As much as you want!"
She looked at me a little cockeyed and said, "Sure, let's go."
We headed back across the street, down the block, into the place, and stood in line. I looked down at her and asked, "Want an onion ring while we wait?"
"Sure!"
I pulled the little bag out of the bag and offered it to her. She took two. I took one and we managed to go through that little bag by the time we got up to order. I watched the black girl taking our order closely. She didn't seem to recognize the little girl with me and appeared not to give a flying fuck about an older white guy buying lunch for a young girl of color.
She ordered a cheeseburger, a fish sandwich, fries, a coke, and an order of onion rings. We went to a table by the door and spread out our food. She started talking, talking about her momma, her school, and the thugs in her neighborhood. She took apart the fish sandwich explaining she only wanted the fish and made short work of it. Next went the cheeseburger, and then she relaxed with her coke and ate the fries along with an onion ring or two. She was one hungry little girl.
I listened and commented as she talked. It was her and her mother. She never met her dad. Looking me directly in the face she said her mother told her that he was a white mistake, one she would never make again.
"Do you think I'm a white mistake?"
Munching on a fry she answered, "Don't know yet. You just visitin'?"
"Yep, won't be around for long at all."
"You rich? I know you ain't rich. You eating at this place."
"No, not rich but, I do OK. I'm here for work meetings and today there aren't any meetings. I've been to all the sights and museums. I just figured I'd get some work done. Got hungry."
"Hm Mmm"
"What is your name?"
"What's yours?"
"Bob. My name is Bob."
Snort, "Yeah sure, Bob is fine, better than John. My name is She'lah, but my family call me Twix."
"Like the candy?"
"Love the candy!"
She broke out in a big grin and laughed. I stepped right into that line.
"I like some Twix myself."
"You do?! I love that shit! I can't help it. If you gave me a dollar, I would be over at the mart buying me some!"
Let's take a moment and allow me to describe Twix. A simple term to describe her would be 'waif.' She was skinny, likely underfed, judging by the way she attacked the food in front of her. Her clothes appeared to need a cleaning and she kind of gave the appearance of needing a good bath. Otherwise, she was a very pretty thing. I liked how her jaw was squared, giving her a wide mouth. Fucking perfect mouth for sucking cocks!
Her hair had a tight curl ringlet and was about shoulder length. Her eyes were clear and her skin a light caramel color. Although her clothes were somewhat loose, a good eying, which I had done; showed a perky ass and the start of something on her chest. She wore some black tights, a pink short shirt over a white one, and a pair of Airs. The clothes hadn't been cleaned in a while. The differential between her hips, waist, and legs led me to believe she was properly developed in the pussy department.
I was starting to feel a different hunger growing in me. As we chatted, I was trying to think of a way to sneak her up to my room. No sense in trying to convince her to join me in my room if she couldn't get there. Hotels like the one I was staying in are different. There are plenty of eyes and cameras keeping a watch on things.
It then came to me. I would have to make an offer enticing enough for her to go through with it, but nothing ventured, nothing gained.
"Twix, what if I gave you five hundred dollars, what would you do for that?"
She looked at me with seriousness beyond her years. I could see her mind working. She set her drink down.
"You got that much cash?"
"I can get it in a matter of minutes." I had three hundred in the room and there was an ATM next door where another two hundred could be had.
"What do I gotta do for five hundred?"
I leaned forward, "Not much, two hours in my room with me."
"Two hours, not much? I kinda doubt not much."
"I'm guessing not anything you haven't done before. You a virgin?"
"You lookin' for a virgin? I can get you one."
"No. I don't need that. I like you. If I'm going to spend that money, I want you to have it."
She sat and looked at me.
"You gonna hurt me?"
"No. swear to God, no. Just some fun. I'm not into any kink."
"Jus' little girls, huh?"
I leaned back, "Let's see, who approached who? Who accepted a lunch offer? You don't mind using the big ol' white man for what you want, huh? I'm talking about a business deal here. I get what I want and you come out way ahead for just two hours."
She glanced over her shoulder and asked, "How you gonna get me in? Them hotels don't like my kind."
I leaned forward and said, "This is how …" and explained my plan.
She sat back and looked at me with a crooked smile.
"You are one crazy white man! You pull this off, I'll suck your dick for free. Hell, if it don't work, you're the one going away, not me."
We walked to the ATM and she saw me get the money. We walked around to the back corner of the hotel and I had her sit on a bus bench.
It took me ten minutes but I came out the side door dragging my wheeled product duffel bag behind me. I circled right in front of her at the bench and she quickly crawled inside the unzipped bag. I rolled her back to the door, used my card key and we were in. I zipped the bag and walked to the bank of elevators. In two minutes, we were in my room.
I opened the bag and Twix climbed out. "Damn! That was one sweet move! How'd you know it would work?"
"I've been in and out with it the past two days. Looks as normal as hell to these folks. So, I think you have a promise or a bet to pay off, huh?"
"Shit! You got the money?"
"You know I got the money. You said a blowjob for not getting caught. I believe we were not caught."
"Damn! You are one crazy mother fucker! OK, lie on down and get those britches off."
I didn't move and then kicked off my shoes. As I took off my pants and boxers, I said, "No. You come over here, get on your knees, and take care of me."
She came forward, her eyes locked on my hardening seven inches, "Shit, pretty damn good for a white boy!"
She had her hands on my shaft as she settled down at my feet. That blowjob mouth opened and it went about doing what the good Lord had designed it to do! To wit, pleasuring a man's rod. She took the head in and sucked up as much of the shaft as she could. She kept her right hand around the base and started a nicely timed stroke as she bobbed her head. She was no fellatio artist but for an eleven-year-old, she did just fine.
I ran my hand along the side of her face and asked, "Not your first time with a cock in your mouth, huh?"
She released me and replied, "First time with a white one! Never had one that was cut neither."
She ran her hand up and down my shaft, and while looking at my cock said, "I kind of like this."
Twix went right back at it. Now, let me explain, I had three bills in my room because I was going to arrange for a little rent-a-pussy later that night. In anticipation, I hadn't jacked off in like twenty-four hours! I needed some quick relief and, in this situation, I knew I was going to be quick. By the way, an extra two bills for this little honey? A fucking no-brainer!
She was doing fine and just watching her, on her knees, sucking on my big ol' white guy cock, well, it wasn't going to take me long. I could feel it building. The only question was, was she still hungry? Did she want a little dessert?
Yep! I felt it. "Twix? Where you want it, mouth or face?
She looked up, pulled off my cock, and stroked me until I blew my load directly onto that little girl's face! She was loving it! Tugging and directing my cock to hit her here and there. Shit, she had a load on her nose, another on her lips and chin, and a streak from her right eye to cheek. She then held it next to her nose as I pumped the rest out.
I picked up my boxers and tried to give them to her to wipe my splooge off her face and she said, "Get yo' smelly ol' underwear away from me!"
She held her hands under her face and scampered to the bathroom. I followed and watched her clean her face over the sink. I set a washcloth next to the basin and she said, "Thanks."
Now, this was where I really wanted her. For some reason, since the moment I laid eyes on her, I wanted to give her a bath and then fuck the shit out of her!
Finished, she looked at me standing there with only a shirt on looking at her.
"What now?"
I said, "Stay here," and went to get the money I promised her. I set three C-notes and the ten twenties on the vanity. Also set my little travel bottle of tide next to the cash.
She barely noticed; her eyes were locked on the cash. She looked at me and asked again, "What now?"
"Get undressed"
"Huh?"
I was already running hot water in the sink and glanced at her, "Get undressed."
She didn't say a word. In the mirror, I could see her pull off the pink top, then the white shirt. She wore nothing underneath and had two cute little round tits starting to develop capped by two chocolate nipples that looked good enough to eat! Next, she kicked off the Airs, pulled her anklets off, and then peeled her leotards and red panties down. She looked at me in the mirror, not knowing what to do next.
The water in the basin was perfect and I reached my hand back and said, "Hand them here."
She didn't move.
I shook my hand and she picked up her clothes and handed them to me. I sorted the shirts and socks together and then the panties and tights. I swished some Tide in the basin and gave the tights and panties a wash. I wrung them out and tossed them in the tub. I repeated this with the shirts and socks. There was a good amount of filth in the basin as I drained and cleaned it.
I sort of pushed past her and ran cold water from the tub faucet. I knelt down and rinsed any residue detergent and dirt from the clothes, wrung them out, and hung them over the shower curtain bar and towel rack.
She looked at me, shook her head, and said, "You are one crazy mother fucker."
"I spend a lot of time in hotels for my job. You gotta do what you gotta do to take care of yourself. We'll use the hairdryer to finish drying them later. Right now, you don't need them."
I turned to the tub and started running the water. They had some bath salts there so I sprinkled a good portion into the roiling water. Twix sat down on the toilet lid, crossed her legs, and watched.
"You gonna give me a bath?"
"You wanna give me one?"
We both laughed.
"No one has given me a bath since I was a little girl."
"Well, you're still a little girl and I want to give you a bath."
She mumbled something but I let it go. "Come here, it's time."
I was on a knee next to the tub. She approached; her skinny legs rose to a pretty little pouty pussy with a dusting of little black hairs. She lifted her leg to step in the tub and split that hamster open where pretty in pink appeared.
She paused and set her foot on the tub edge, "You like this?" She squatted just enough to split that tasty little muffin so more at me.
"It's a damn fine pussy you got there Twix, damn fine. Yeah, I like it a lot. Go 'head, get in."
She sat in the water and an expression of relaxation spread over her face. She murmured an "Mmmmmm" as she slid down and sunk into the warm water. Her eyes were half-closed as she moved her limbs under the water.
"Feel good?"
"Oh yeah, real nice!"
"Good, just relax for a moment."
I wanted a moment just to look at her. This was a fantasy I never knew I had come true. I swirled the water a bit, running my finger along her legs, up and down her arms, over her nipples, and trailed them down her stomach to her pussy. I didn't push anything, I just got her used to my touch in a relaxed and welcoming setting.
I took a washcloth and wetted it good. There was some lavender body wash which I added to the cloth.
"OK, sit up."
She sat up and I started on her back and shoulders. She slightly swayed as I washed her. I rinsed the cloth and rinsed where I had washed.
"Slide back a bit."
She moved and I put the now lathered cloth in my right hand. I ran the cloth over her arms, chest, and tummy. I rinsed the cloth and set it aside. I squirted some soap in my hand and returned to her front. I used both hands on her arms and then concentrated on her chest and tummy. I caressed and rubbed her little tits which caused a good reaction. Those nickel-sized areolae puffed up a bit and her little nips stood at attention.
I noticed her eyes were half-closed and she was following my hand with her eyes. There were telltale signs she was enjoying this. The nipples, her deeper breathing and, the slight movements of her legs. To my surprise, she rested a hand on my shoulder, giving me little squeezes as I progressed.
I rinsed her down and said, "Ok, now you need to stand."
As she was adjusting herself, I stood and offered a hand which she took. I stepped into the tub and then sat on the edge as she stood in front of me. I turned her sideways and used the washcloth to wet down her left leg from her ass to her ankle. I soaped my bare hands and proceeded to rub/lather her right side from the waist down with both hands.
She had that nice curve girls have, you know, that arch to their backs and the resulting push in of their pussies with a push out of their asses. My left hand paid special attention to the inside of her upper thigh. My forefinger made more than a few runs along her pretty little slit.
She ended up with a hand on my shoulder as she became a bit unsteady from the sensations coursing through her body. After rinsing, I had her turn around where I repeated the cleaning on her right leg.
So, I know some of y'all love a cute round "bubble butt" or big-bottomed girl. Well, me? I like them like Twix. Her ass was a split extension of her legs. It was tight and muscled. Now don't get me wrong, when relaxed it had a nice soft look and feel, but there were no extra ounces on that booty. Damn, I was in heaven.
She was worked up a bit and all nice and clean. I grabbed the robe on the door and wrapped her in it; she allowed me to dry her and I led her back into the room, over to the bed. I picked her up and laid her on the middle of the bed. She was looking at me with anticipation. So far it had all been good and I treated her fine. I sat on the edge of the bed and opened the robe, displaying her nice caramel eleven-year-old body.
Two little nubs resting on a tight little body and a sweet, pouty, pussy between the legs! I felt a little hungry. I ducked under her leg and worked my shoulders between her thighs.
"Hey! Bob! Whatcha doin'?"
I glanced at her and while I used my thumbs to open her up, I said, "Whatcha think? Damn, girl, no one gone down on you before?"
Her hips were shifting a bit and I heard her quietly say, "No"
I pried that little clam open and laid my eyes on the nicest pink pussy I had ever seen. She was already wet and there was a glistening sheen. I figured it was some remnants of the bath and some excitement from the fondling I had given her. No matter, it looked tasty!
I kept her spread with my forefingers and used my thumbs to open up her inner labia.
Fuck!
Her hymen was only partially perforated! There appeared to be a little less than half of it there. No one had been in there! I dove in tongue first! I swirled around the entrance and quickly licked up to her little clit. It was like hitting a landmine! She went off with a buck and a yowl! I tried my best to suck on that little kernel and it had her all worked up. Her knees were high in the air, her thighs clamped on my head, and her hands were pulling and pushing on my head. I sucked on her pussy and toyed her clit with my tongue. I had to grab hold of her tight ass to keep her within reach as she bucked and shimmied.
It didn't take her long, she slowed, and went into a nice long arch, lifting her pussy hard onto my mouth. I felt the tremors hit her as she dropped with a guttural "Aaaah." Her hips bucked up twice as the rapture swept her body.
I got to my knees and hooked her left leg over my right thigh. I lifted the girl while hooking my left leg over her right leg. She was almost on her side and was unaware of her positioning. I sat up straight, on my knees, and placed her virgin pussy at the head of my dick. My hands were hooked under her waist and her head was on the pillow. She looked at me through fogged eyes.
I hefted her around a bit until the alignment was correct and her outer labia were spread open on the head. I didn't thrust, I pulled her in and as I did, my dick drove into her hole. With a slight thrust, the head was in and the hurt was done!
Her eyes were clear and wide open now. From the look on her face, I could tell that she understood and was accepting what was happening.
Still, "You're no longer a virgin, Twix. You're a little girl with a big dick jammed up your cunt!"
I felt her left leg hook me and pull me closer, as she pushed her pussy further onto my dick.
She had accepted what was happening. I gotta tell ya, she was tight. Real tight. She was a strong kid so that little cunt, it wasn't too happy about a big ol' white dick forcing its way in. Now, Twix was fine, she was wanting it, but that cunt, it was none too happy about what her mistress was putting it through.
Still, a man is a man and a little girl is a little girl. That angry little cunt wasn't going to keep an adult cock from spreading it open!
I was able to rock my tool in, a half-inch by half inch. It was heaven! Twix was willing, the cunt needed to be raped! I swung her body into me as she pulled with her leg. At the same time, I thrust. Soon enough, I was in as far as she had room for. I paused and she paused. I moved it around a bit and snuggled myself deeper into her. She had her hips popping trying to get more in.
I laid her down and with her almost in a full split on her side, slowly withdrew a bit before slamming it back in. Her eyes were wide and she let out the sweetest grunt this side of the Potomac! I paused and repeated; several times! Soon enough I was sawing in and out of her like we had been doing it for years. She was still ungodly tight but, that little cunt had become very welcoming!
I pulled out and repositioned her into a classic "Missionary" and made her guide my cock back in with her hand. As I got her full again, I started to drop my hips a bit on the pullback. This always seems to work. The ridge of my dick was scraping the top of her cunt good and that helped put her over the top in no time.
Just the thought of a hot, pretty, eleven-year-old virgin cumming on your dick is enough to make you pop-off! Having one cumming on your cock while you're giving her the hard high one, will put you over the rainbow faster than a Kansas twister!
She was shaking, her pussy was pulsing and the sweetest oohs and aahs were coming from her. I felt the buildup as soon as she started and as if by genetic code, I shot my load just as she was at the apex of her orgasm. I had never felt anything like it. I felt the pulses of joy all the way up to my shoulders! I came and came and came. I think I was shooting blanks with the last few pulses; all I know is that it felt like heaven on earth!
I collapsed on Twix but quickly did a roll. She turned into me and I reached my arm up the pillow and down under her neck, collecting her in. She was quiet but intense. I held her as she shook a little and caught her breath. I was feeling great! I had popped a cherry once before but this was like a billion times better than weird Emma Essex.
After a short while, Twix lifted herself on my chest and looked me in the face. I had a goofy smile on my face and she smiled back at me. God was she pretty when she smiled!
"Hey, big ol' white man Bob, you gonna want to do it again?"
Well, after a little rest; I did her doggy style and she loved it! Before long it was time for her to go. I happily gave her the money and she commented, "Just because I fucked you and you giving me money don't make a whore!"
"No, you are not a whore. Something brought us together and we ended up doing what people do. I offered to pay you for your time, and a good time."
"Yeah, you wanted to give me a bath!"
I pulled the duffle bag out of the closet and she climbed in. I stopped at the empty bus stop around back of the building and let Twix out. No one saw or knew a thing. That night I walked down the street and ordered a Chesapeake Special at one of DC's finer establishments. Some of the other salesmen showed up and we had a pleasant evening. I was a bit quieter than usual as I had Twix on my mind. I stopped at a small mart on the way back and bought two packs of Twix.
To this day, if there is one "bad" treat I love to cheat with, it's a Twix.
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Emma White, Again
Emma came over Wednesday evening. She appeared to be a little nervous but not too bad. She wore a tight school t-shirt and cut-off jean shorts. She was looking kind of hot.
"You doing all right, Emma?"
"Yeah, fine."
"School OK?"
She was quiet, and softly said, "It was OK."
Clearly, it wasn't. I put my arm around her shoulder and lead her to the couch. I sat us down with my arm still around her shoulders. She cuddled into me.
"Tell me about it."
"Those boys, those fucking boys!"
"Tell me about it."
She was close to crying, fighting back some sniffles, "Between second and third periods, some boys are always standing at the bottom of the stairs. They make comments about all the girls. Today one of them says 'Hey, look, it's ALF!' They all laughed and pointed at me."
"What did you do?"
"I ignored them and kept on going. I went out the door to avoid walking past them. It made me late for class and now I have a tardy and detention tomorrow."
"Assholes! Do you know any of them?"
Two are football players."
"Isn't that guy you know, hmmm, Eric, isn't he on the football team?"
She perked up, "Yeah, he's on the team. He's always very nice to me too. Do you think I should talk to him?"
"He's a pretty big fella too, Right?. Bigger than them?"
"Oh, Eric could crush them with one hand!"
"Talk to him. Let him know how upset you are. Tell him about the tardy. I don't think you'll need to ask for his help. He'll probably just take care of it. How big is he?"
"The football program says six-foot-five, two-hundred-eighty pounds."
"Maybe he could be your boyfriend?"
"He's huge! He would crush me! Mom wouldn't allow it anyway."
"Why not?"
She looked at me as if I had three eyes, "You know he's black, right?"
"No, I didn't know he's black. Why is that a problem?"
She paused, "Mom's a racist. Real bad too."
I tightened my hold on her and commented, "Damn."
We sat quietly and she snuggled in a little more. When she did that, I let my hand drop to her ass and cupped it. With my middle finger right along her crack, I pushed my hand down a bit and sliced that finger up between her thighs.
She jerked up and called out, "Bob!"
"What? You think we were going to just sit around here and be miserable because some stupid boys were assholes?"
"Well. No. I do have something special for you."
She sat up and knelt next to me, her hands on my right arm.
"I like the sound of that! (I stood and took her by the hand) Let us repair to the boudoir!"
She giggled and followed me upstairs.
Once in my room, I turned to her and asked, "Something special for me?"
She smiled in a way that made her look cute, sort of.
Emma walked to the bed, removing her top, then shorts and sandals.
She turned to me as she reached the bed and reached behind to unhasp her little bra. She dropped it on the floor and slid onto the bed with her legs spread.
"Bob, get those clothes off and come over here and get these off me."
It was working! She was being sexy and getting me hard! This was exactly what she would need to do to land a guy. I was 'nekid' in a flash!
(An old country attorney once told me that 'naked' means you have no clothes on, 'nekid' means you have no clothes on and are up to no good!)
As I neared her, she cooed, "Look at you, Bob! Getting all hard and excited! Is that for me?"
Damn! I stopped and slid my hand up and down my cock. "Yes Emma, it's because of you and you'll have to do something about it!"
She slid off the bed and knelt in front of me, "I think I may be able to help you out, Bob. You know, being all neighborly and everything."
She had my cock in her right hand and started running her tongue around the head of my dick. She was doing everything right! God damn, I was getting worked up!
She sucked me in and started to lavish my cock. It felt and sounded great! I started to caress her hair and say, "Yes Emma, that's how you do it! Oh my god Emma, that's perfect ... " and shit like that. I meant it too!
Something came over Emma. She was sucking and stroking me with some sort of wild abandon. She used a twisty hand motion and kept a constant pump on my cock.
My hips were jerking as I tried to feed more to her. "Jesus Emma! What's come over you?"
She pulled off, looked at me, and breathlessly said, "I want it, Bob, I need you to cum in my mouth! I want --- "
She never finished her sentence because she was right back on my dick! Fuck, I was getting the best blowjob of my life! The girl wanted my cum and I was not going to deny her. It wasn't long before I was pumping load after into her mouth and she was greedily swallowing it all down. Her mouth didn't leave my cock until there was nothing left.
It was simple, at this point I didn't know if I was coming or going. She had me right where she wanted me! She released me and seemed to glide back to the bed. She placed her hands on the mattress and slid up and back while spreading her legs.
"Bob, I need you to come here and take my panties off me. I think I need some of your attention."
I dropped to my knees like a little boy about to say his prayers. I took her by the hips and pulled her toward me until her feet were on my shoulders. I peeled her panties down and off her legs. I turned to look at her and drove my tongue deep into her pussy and gave a long lick upward.
I knew it would be like this; the aroma, the taste, the feel, the warmth, and most of all, the wetness. That she was tight goes without saying! That she was clean with a slight "parfum" was a nice surprise. I was pretty sure she would be shaven, but to have her pubes in a little heart shape with the bottom trailing down about a half an inch to her clit cowl was remarkable! I felt good; I knew this was going to be good and if what had gone down (Ha!) so far was any indication, I struck gold!
"Do you like my artwork? It's just for you."
I placed my thumb just above her slit and ran it across the little heart before gently rubbing her clit. "There is so much to love about you. This heart, I love it!"
With that, I went back to work on that little kitty. Emma was reacting appropriately, rolling her hips and jerking around when I tongue-lashed her clit. I used every technique I ever heard of on that girl and might have invented a few. She was jerking and humping my face. I alternated my tongue from licking her clit to pushing it up her snatch.
Let me tell you, she tasted fine and dandy! All that healthy living did her fine!
I was busy driving my tongue deep in her tight cunt, gathering juices when she pulled her hips back. I was left there, tongue in midair as she reached for my head and started pulling me up.
"Bob! Bob!"
"Huh? What Emma, what's the matter?!" I started to lift myself onto the bed. God damn, I was hard again!
"Enough with the tongue Bob! I need your cock! I need your cock inside me! Bob! Fuck me!"
"Emma, you sure? You really want to do this?"
She had slid back and sideways so her head was on the pillow. I followed along, my hips between her legs. She rolled her hips up, brushing her pussy against my cock.
"God, yes! I'm sure, Bob. I know this is right. It's my time."
WTF?! Right?! I positioned myself with the head of my dick in the maw of her pussy. I looked at her and asked, "You wanna be on top? You know, you can control it from there."
"You mean you want me to fuck you?"
"Uh, well, yeah, I guess you could say that. You fuck me."
"So, you don't want to fuck me?"
"What? Of course, I want to fuck you! I just thought, that --- "
She was smiling at me. Damn, she had me!
"No. Nope, No way. Little girl, (I reached my right hand down to my dick and positioned myself so I was right at the entrance) I'm going to, fuck you!"
With that, I thrust into her. It didn't go in, she kind of slid back. I pressed the bottom of my head on her clitoral area and slowly slid it down until I felt it "catch." Her eyes got wide; she wanted to say something but instead inhaled sharply. This time when I pushed in, the head cleanly popped into her tight little cunt. I paused.
"It, it, it's in!"
"It's only the beginning."
God damn! She was tight. It was like trying to stick your dick into a wet, hot, closed fist. (Been there huh?) I was making some headway but I think all that running and healthy living had made her little cunt muscles especially tough. They weren't taking kindly to being intruded upon and it showed in her face. Her face was all screwed up and she was letting out these little whines. It kind of turned me on!
I kept at it, me and the boy muscled through her complaints until there was no more room at the inn. I tried to get more in but nothing doing!
I paused, she looked up at me. She placed her hands on my shoulders, "It's really in, isn't it? I'm no longer a virgin! I feel so full! (she wriggled a bit and let me tell ya' it felt good!) I think I can feel every inch of you. I can see you inside me in my mind. God this feels good! Do it slowly, OK? I want to feel everything."
I kept my eyes on hers as I gently pulled back, I felt myself being hugged by her cunt but at the same time, I was withdrawing. I stopped and pressed back in.
"Oooh!"
I did it again, but this time a little further out.
"Oooooh!"
Again, but just a bit more.
"Oooooooh!"
I think you get the picture. I kept the pattern up until only the head was in before I pressed back in. She was wet and not so tight anymore. I looked down as I pulled out and could see her cunt sheath hanging on to me before I thrust back in. Shit, it was a sight!
From here on out she was "Oooooooooohing" and "Aaaaaaaaaaaaahing" while I gave her a good old fashioned full-thrust fucking, picking up the pace with every thrust. She made some funny noises and made some sort of snarkle sound from her sinuses or somewhere. It didn't matter. I hadn't felt anything like this since sweet little Twix!
I was pumping away and I thought, 'this little cunt is pretty flexible, hmmm.'
I lifted. "Hold on by my neck. No, looser. OK"
I reached my right arm down and inside her leg and puled it up and between us, "Move your arm, get your leg inside. Good, now the other."
I pretty much had her folded in half as I rested back down with my cock buried deep inside her. I had to adjust a bit until my cock was pointing straight down.
"Bob, this is kind of, Oh!"
I had rolled my hips up and then drove down inside her. She lit up! I started to rut with her and got the pace as fast and hard as I could.
Emma let out strings of "Ohs" followed by quiet grunts. It didn't take long for her to get where she needed to be. She pretty much shut up and started to grunt rapidly from the back of her throat. She actually sounded sexy!
She went faster until she stopped and let out an, "Oh. My. God!"
She was shaking and convulsing. Her cunt got tight on my dick as she came. It was working for me! I felt the buildup and with strength I didn't know I had, pulled out of her. I proceeded to shoot two loads up her body, the first landing at her neck, the other between her tits. My orgasm subsided as my cock spurt out gobs of cum that pooled on her belly.
Emma spread her legs as I came until her feet were planted on the bed. She watched the show and as it subsided, looked up at me and asked, "Why'd you pull out? I wanted to feel you cum inside of me."
"pant, pant, You on any birth control? Cuz I didn't use a condom."
Smiling at me and with a teacher sort of voice, she says, "No, silly. I can't get pregnant the first time! Everyone knows that. We can go again and you can fill me up, I won't get pregnant!"
Fuck! Where the hell did she hear that?! I was propping myself up over her with my hands on either side of her. I shifted her leg out of the way and moved up until my dick was at her face.
"Suck the remnants out of me."
Emma did as told, and suckled on my cock. I pulled back and laid down by her side.
"Who the fuck told you about not getting pregnant?"
"I overheard Annalivia and Zoe talking the other day in study hall. What? They wrong?"
I rolled to my back with an exaggerated sigh and went about telling her the actual facts of life. She was amazed. Fucking Christian school doesn't teach shit! There was no way I could be sure I didn't put a few of my boys in her. Precum, there may have been a few boys hanging out from the blow job and then catching a ride. Fuck! Too late now.
I reached my arm around her and said, "Come here hon, let me tell you, that was one of the best times I've ever had with a girl. That whole attitude and way you went on before, well damn, that was some hot shit! You had me in the palm of your hand."
She snuggled in and sighed. Quietly she asked, "You think I'm going to get pregnant?"
Her period was less than a week away, so if it hit, we would be OK! She was proud of herself for how she acted prior, she was starting to get it. I told her I would look into some better contraception, she made me want to come back for more!
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Anyway, I knew this guy Pat from the lodge. He had told me about some underage honey he was banging and that he got her birth control. After a very happy Emma went home, I called him and we agreed to meet the next night at the lodge.
I got there first and sat at the bar. When Pat showed up, we moved to a table behind Old Micky. No one will call him that to his face. I'm pretty much sure he could take down more than a few of us. Anyway, we ordered the pitcher and bucket of wings deal and watched a hockey game (I'm not a fan but Pat loves the sport) as we chatted.
I tried to bring the topic of Emma up but he shushed me, looking around the room. After two pitchers the place was mostly empty except for Micky. I figured he couldn't hear us. I brought up Emma again.
Pat sat back and said, "OK, but quietly, tell me about her. What have you gotten yourself into?"
I told him everything, and he started giving me the business. He said he didn't believe me but I kept at him until he did. I asked about getting the Plan B pill and birth control. I had to explain again about fucking Christian Karen before he started to see the light.
"Pat, I need to take care of this kid. I mean she's ugly and everything but she wants to fuck!"
"Alright, calm down. I'll call my guy tomorrow. He can usually take care of this stuff Saturday mornings at his office. I'll make the arrangements but you got to get the girl there."
"That's not a problem, I hope. I'll check with her."
"Bob, one other thing."
I knew something else would be coming. "What"
"I want a piece of her, just once. Ain't never fucked an ugly girl; especially a jailbait ugly girl! You get her over to your place and let me know."
"Sure, but what if she doesn't want to? I mean, we can't, you know, rape her."
"Shh, who said anything about rape. You convince her. If she wants something, let me know."
Man, what was I to do? I agreed and the next day Pat gave me the address for the pills, the time to show up, and well as the cost. Five-fucking-hundred dollars!
That Saturday morning, we were at the rear of a strip mall outside a "Ready Clinic" back door, waiting for the doctor or whatever to let us in. I took that opportunity to bring up Pat's request. She seemed open to the idea but said she wanted to think it over. Emma got the day after pill, a year's supply of the once-a-month pills, and I got the bill.
The "Doctor" told her to wait until after her next period ended before taking the first pill. We had a whole week ahead of us and I decided she needed a little more work sucking big-boy cock.
Turns out, Karen needed to get to church early that Wednesday, so Emma came by earlier than usual. After playing with Mr. Speaker and chit-chatting I asked about her period. She told me it was lighter than usual but would be over in a day or so.
"Have you given any thought about my buddy?"
"OK, but only if you're here as well."
"Of course, I'll be here, it's my house!"
"I mean in the room. If I'm going to do this, I want two cocks at the same time. Both of you stripped down, taking care of me and me doing the both of you."
"I'll let him know. If he doesn't want to, then you're off the hook."
"The hell with off the hook. I want two grown men doing me."
"You know what you're saying, right?"
"I think so. What I imagine is sucking one of you while the other eats me. Then we switch up."
"Sure, but you think that's all?"
"No, I saw a thing where this girl had one guy in her pussy and another in her butt. I want to try that."
I was floored! The girl wanted a DP! I wasn't sure if I wanted to do it. I had to talk to Pat. But first, "You think you could handle it? I mean, you're sort of on the tiny side. I had a hard enough time just getting into you the other night?"
"What, you don't think you'd be 'hard enough'?"
"Shit Emma, I'm being serious."
"So am I."
"You honestly think you could do it? I mean taking it in the ass?"
"Um, sure, yes, why not?"
"I say there's only one way to find out."
"Think you're 'up for it'?"
I took her by the hand and practically dragged her upstairs.
She was dressed normally: jeans, t-shit, an extra t-shirt, socks, sneakers, simple panties, and a bra. She undressed as I undressed and then we both clambered on the bed together. She had hold of my cock and was front stroking it as I fingered her clit. Of course, there was a little white string hanging from her pussy. She had me nice and hard when I excused myself to the bathroom to get the lube from the medicine cabinet.
She was watching me as I walked back in, my hard-on bobbing around as I walked. She giggled at it and I responded with a simple, "Rollover."
Rollover she did. She lifted her ass to me while looking at me over her shoulder. I sat facing away from her and fed the index and middle fingers of my right hand a nice dollop of lube. I reached my left arm across her back and held her close. With a lean, I had my fingertips at the little brown bud of her anus.
I swirled the lube around the opening and started to whistle "Little Brown Jug" as I played my fingers in and out of her hole. First just one fingertip, then both. A retraction and then reentry. Slow swirls to dilate the opening and then a one-knuckle-deep thrust.
Emma's ass was high in the air and her head buried in the pillow. She was grunting a bit of discomfort but held in there like a trooper. I had both fingers in all the way and was finger-fucking her ass pretty good. She interspaced some "ahs" with her grunts. I rose and moved behind her with my fingers still buried in her ass, causing them to twist as I moved.
I grabbed the lube and pulled my fingers out. I gave my cock a good coating and seated myself at the little opening left from my fingers.
I stopped whistling, "You ready, Emma?"
It was unfair but I fucked into her ass right after saying "ready." She wasn't ready but she wasn't tense either. The head popped in and a good inch or so slid right in after it.
"Yeeeouch! Mother frigger! Oh. My God! Aaaaaarg!"
The last bit was from another inch or so sliding into her rectum. She was reaming good so I stopped for her to adjust.
"I have to take a poop!"
"No, you don't. Just relax and enjoy the ride."
"It hurts Bob, it hurts a lot!"
I watched my cock as I slowly withdrew and there was no blood or anything to indicate trouble, so, I slid it right back in. I started a nice shallow ass fuck and she eventually calmed down."
"It feels like you're fucking my stomach. Oh my lord!"
"You want me to stop?"
"No, it's perfect right now. Just take it easy."
I pushed it deeper with every thrust and soon enough, she had all of me up her ass. I proceeded to rhythmically fuck in and out of her. She adjusted a bit to her side and I could tell she was frigging herself as I fucked her ass. Now, she's a skinny little thing and there isn't much ass on her so it all looked kind of weird but that didn't matter. Once again, she was the horniest, funkiest, and tightest girl I had ever encountered.
She frigged herself off before I came but when I did, I filled her. It was nice to finally fill one of her holes!
As we laid together, I rolled her to me and massaged her ass with my left hand.
"Bob?"
"Yeah?"
"If your friend is bigger than you, he gets my pussy, if he's smaller, he gets my ass."
"Sounds fair to me."
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Arrangements were made for the following Wednesday but a change in Karen's plans nixed it. We rescheduled for Saturday morning and it was a go. Karen had a revival to attend and Emma told her she had a 5K to run.
Pat showed up at nine-thirty. Emma was due at ten. I explained again what Emma wanted and he was fine with it. I sensed something more and gave him a questioning look.
"Bob, you ever been with a guy?"
"Not really, as kids me and two buddies used to jerk off together sometimes but, nothing really gay or anything. Why?"
"I've been in a few three-ways. Two girls and me, sometimes me, a guy, and a girl. Every time there's a guy, something gay happens. It's never planned, it just happens. I don't mind, it's just getting some freak on and no big deal. What do you think? Still want to do this."
This was a tough one. Pat was a good-looking guy and built. I never considered this before. I was thinking he might have a big cock. Would I do something or would he do something? Would we do it together? Fuck, my dick was stirring!
"I'm OK with whatever goes down."
"Or whoever?"
There was a pause and we both cracked up.
Emma showed up.
Mr. Speaker ran for her and she squatted down to greet him. Pat was eying her. She stood and introduced herself.
I watched Pat, I watched Emma, I knew immediately this was going to go down!
Emma was wearing a light floral print dress. It was sleeveless and had ruffles around the shoulder areas. She had cleaned up nice but there was nothing she could do about her looks. Except for how she carried herself and behaved! And she was behaving like a girl who wanted two cocks at one time and had them in front of her.
When she shook Pat's hand, she ran her other hand up and down his forearm feeling his muscles.
"My, you're a strong man Pat."
"Thank you, little lady, you're looking as pretty as a flower I would say."
Shit, did that ever work! Emma glanced at me with a look that indicated she was ready.
"Pat, Emma, lets head upstairs."
Emma was still hanging on to Pat's hand as they followed me.
She let go of Pat and sat down on the bed, crossing her legs.
"Gentlemen, let me see what I'm going to be playing with."
We didn't move.
"Guys, off with the clothes!"
Pat was undressing and I quickly followed. In short order, we stood naked in front of the thirteen-year-old girl.
With quick glances, we checked each other's packages. Pat hung long and thin while I was beefier and a bit longer. I was going to get the pussy!
Emma stood and walked to us. She ran her hands up Pat's chest and purred as she caressed his muscles. She then dropped to her knees and started to run her hands over both of us. We were both hard in no time as she stroked us.
"Bob, I hope you don't mind but I just have to get a taste of Pat."
"Go right ahead!"
She smiled up at me and "Mmmm-ed" as she turned to Pat's handsome cock and kissed along its shaft. She kept her hand on my dick, casually stroking it while she released Pat's and moved to his nut sack which hung unusually far and loose. He turned a bit to her as she positioned herself to suck his cock.
I glanced at Pat and he was smiling ear-to-ear. He placed his right hand on Emma's head and placed the left on my shoulder. It was weird but, I felt a tingle run through me when he touched me, even though it was more for balance than anything.
Emma was doing a fine job sucking on his cock. She was into it and Pat appeared to love every second of it. He started encouraging and praising her. I could tell she loved it when he proclaimed her the best cock-sucker in town.
He looked at me and mouthed, "Really!"
Emma pulled off him and said, "Oh you are too sweet Pat.!"
She gave the head of his cock a kiss and turned to me.
"Well, hello there big fella!"
Her mouth was on me and she treated me with the same hunger as she had Pat. Pat moved behind me and I could feel his dick move across my ass. He came to my left side and watched Emma work my cock.
"Got a nice one there, Bob."
It seemed a little off; but, what the fuck. I reached over and took his cock in my hand and started to stroke it as Emma sucked me.
"Fuckin' a Bob, that's nice."
This went on for a minute or two when Emma released me and stood up. I let go of Pat and we watched as she took off the dress.
With her dress at her ankles, Emma eyed us and said, "Show me a sword fight!"
I was like, "Huh?" and Pat was like, "En garde!"
He had his thumb and forefinger holding his cock and did a swipe across my cock. I caught on and parried back. We fought for a little while with Emma cheering us on.
"OK guys! Enough!"
Emma reached for us and soon had us both in hand. She pulled us together and ran our dicks all over each other. It felt kind of good. Different, but good. She let us go and started to reach behind for her bra clasp.
Pat quickly moved behind her and said, "Allow me, Emma."
I took a knee in front of her and hooked my thumbs in her panties and pulled them down. As she lifted her right foot out of them, I was treated to a nice little beaver shot. When she lifted the left leg, I hooked my shoulder under her and pressed my mouth on her pussy. I started licking and munching as I lifted her off her feet and dropped us on the bed.
Pat liked that move and gave me a "Yea Bob! You da' man!"
I knew how she wanted this, I rolled us so she was on top of me.
"Pat, make sure she's good and ready. There's some lube on the nightstand."
"Gotcha buddy."
Emma was kissing me when I felt Pat start to adjust her. He was moving around and suddenly Emma stiffened. I looked down and could tell he had his face buried in her ass. He was working her good. I felt another shift and then the unmistakable feel of a mouth sucking my dick. I was still and, well, it felt good. He did a fine job and then he was off. Emma stiffened again so I knew where he was.
I felt him shift and this time he was on the side. Emma started purring as he lubed her ass.
"Pat, you get her ass and I get the pussy!"
"Sounds great! Listen. I'm going to put a pillow under your ass. It'll work better that way."
He moved and I heard him say, "Lift."
He moved back down and took my dick in his hand. "Emma slide down a little. OK. You feel it?"
"Yes, Pat."
He moved, this time he was guiding Emma onto my dick. I felt her, she pushed back and with a lift had my head in her tight snatch.
"Good girl Emma! Now you got to get him all the way! Bob, push!"
His hand left my cock in relation to Emma's pussy taking it in.
"Bob, either really spread your legs or hold them together."
I decided to spread them and felt Pat moving between my legs.
"You ready Emma? Here I come!"
Emma replied, "Do it Pat, fuck my ass!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
I could feel him once he got past her tight little sphincter. It was another novel sensation. As he filled her, she got tighter on me.
Emma was in a different world. I filled her pussy, which almost got her off. Now Pat was slicing into her and starting a casual in and out. I started a counterstroke. She was never empty! She had a cock continuously filling her up! The motion was constant and the sensations were never-ending for our ugly little girl.
Just as we got our rhythm aligned, she came. She planked; she gnarled a yell/moan that caused us both to pause.
"Don't. Stop! Fuck. Me!"
I was almost out of her so with a hip roll, I shoved my cock as far as it could go.
"Yes, yes, yes! Fuck me!
I felt Pat thrust so I quickly withdrew and rapidly jammed it in as Pat pulled out and jammed it in. We had no rhythm now. We were both fucking the girl like mad!
"Yes, Oh, YES! Fuck! OH! Ow! FUCKIN' DO ME! …" and on she went.
I under-hooked under her arms and held her shoulders. The pounding on her bottom made her move up but I held her back. Pat had her by the hips which helped but she was still like a rag doll between the two of us.
We kept pounding away at Emma. She had her forearms on my chest and her hands were in tight little fists. Her eyes were shut really tight and she had a grimace on her face. She started to gulp for air. Her eyes opened and she looked me square in the face.
"ah, Ah, AH! YES!." She was cumming! God was she cumming! She let out a howl as her body stiffened and then went limp. I heard Pat start to grunt with every thrust and then he stiffened as he was balls deep in her ass. I could feel his cock pulsing cum into her bowels and that triggered my release. We filled her bottom with our hot cum.
Pat sighed, "Oh my fucking lord" as he fell to Emma's right side. I just held on to the ugly little slut until I caught my breath. She had her head buried in my chest and was panting as if she just sprinted four hundred meters.
Pat placed a hand on her back and caressed her down to her ass. He held her cheeks together and gave her ass a one hand massage. My cock slithered out of her.
He looked at me and asked, "How ya doin' buddy?"
I looked at him and could only say, "This is the best I've ever had. Everything, you included."
Pat smiled and laughed. "We got to do this more often."
Emma needed a nice soak in the tub after taking the two of us. We fawned over her and made sure she had anything she wanted. Pat had to get ready for the second shift at work so he took off and then Emma had to get home before Karen did.
Leaving she looked up at me and said, "I got more of a workout than any 5K would have done for me."
"Emma, you OK?"
"Yeah. I fulfilled a fantasy and it was great! I think I may have to rest my bottom for a bit, it's kind of sore."
"Sure, I'm feeling really good about you. I think you should be able to handle anything anyone throws at you. You've grown up a lot the past few months."
"You dumping me?"
"No fucking way sweetie. We're friends and will always be. I just feel that you're not an insecure little girl anymore. You're a confident young lady."
There was a pause, Emma was thinking.
"Bob, should I ask Eric out on a date?"
"Yes, yes you should. Definitely. Be sure you tell your mother exactly what you're going to do and why."
She smiled and hugged me. With the hug, she whispered, "If she kicks me out, you got a new niece living with you!"
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Karen was not happy about Emma dating Eric but she discovered that her daughter was not concerned about her happiness when it came to her own happiness.
Needless to say, Eric was one very happy kid. Emma didn't let him fuck her but she was ready with a hand job and the occasional blowjob. Eric had some big hands and his fingers were very satisfying for Emma.
Emma became an adequate distance runner and had a nice high school career. Some of the girls at school couldn't figure out how Emma attracted the boys. Until they matured a bit, they were unable to appreciate what a special person she was.
Emma and I continued our little trysts all through her high school years. We had Pat over a few more times and each time was better than the time before.
Emma is running track at a Division III school and studying to become a Child Psychologist. Mr. Speaker is doing fine but misses Emma a lot. I'm is still living in my house and selling sporting goods. When I have to travel. Little Annie from down the street watches Mr. Speaker. Annie has a little bit of a weight problem but is finding that "Uncle Bob" has ways of improving her self-esteem. She also happens to think my buddy Pat is really hot.
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The End
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