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Authors name: Hank Freeman (no address)
Story title : Sitting for Kelli
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1 - D O I N G F A V O R S
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At first I thought `what have I gotten myself into?' I had
agreed to baby-sit for the neighbors whenever they were
going out, since I was home alone in the evenings anyway.
I had made the mistake of telling Pete and Judith, who
lived in the adjacent townhouse, that my wife worked nights
and that I spent most evenings watching cable and playing
games on the computer. Their eyes had fairly lit up when I
said that, and they had immediately asked if I could baby-
sit their two kids from time to time, so they could get out
of the house. Ugh. How could I refuse? I'd just told them
I did nothing in the evenings, so I couldn't very well make
up an excuse now.
Their boy Jeff was twelve and Kelli, his older sister, was
fourteen. Were they sure these kids even needed a baby-
sitter? Kelli certainly looked old enough to take care of
Jeff, if he even needed any looking after. Judith was
adamant, though - kids should not be left alone. What if
someone broke in? What if there was a fire? Fine, fine, I
had said, though I had to wonder if someone *did* break in
if I would stick around to be of any use.
I arrived at 6:00, just after they had finished dinner.
Their place was pretty messy, especially compared to our
spotless home (my wife is a neatness fanatic), but I
assumed that was due to the presence of the kids. I expect-
ed a night of real horror after seeing the disarray around
me; `these kids must be monsters,' I thought.
Pete greeted me with a smile. "Say, Hank! We really appre-
ciate this, pal. We're finally going to get out on our own
for the first time in, god, how longs it been honey?"
Judith emerged from the kitchen, wearing an evening dress
with a plunging neckline. She was a nice looking lady for
someone 15 years my senior. "Forever," she said, and smiled
at me strangely.
"Yeah, forever. Anyway, we're going to Les Miserables and
then a late supper. Midnight too late for you?"
"No, not at all," I said, wincing internally. "My wife gets
home about then, so I'll just call her and tell her I may
be over here when she gets home."
As I was talking, I began to hear some decidedly loud
thumps coming from upstairs. Pete noticed me glancing at
the ceiling. "Kids!," he yelled up at the stucco, "knock it
off and get down here." I heard giggles and more rumbling,
then footsteps came running down the stairs.
Little Jeff emerged first. He was awfully short for his
age, and wiry. He really looked like a much younger kid
than he was. But then, Pete looked like a kid too, and he
was over 40. Genetics.
Right on Jeff's heels, and tugging on his hair, was Kelli.
If Jeff had looked half his true age, Kelli looked almost
twice hers. I remembered when that film director, Polanski,
got in trouble for messing around with a minor and he
claimed that he'd thought she was in her twenties. I had
taken an `oh, sure' attitude about that, but now I knew
what he meant.
Kelli was a lovely looking girl. She had an hourglass
figure, long smooth legs, large breasts for a 14-year-old,
and a face that reminded one incredibly of Elizabeth Taylor
in `National Velvet.' Or maybe Natalie Wood in some of her
younger roles. Her soft brown hair fell in lovely, loose,
natural curves all around her neck. And she was very tall
for 14 almost as tall as my wife. If I did not know better,
I would have bet she was 19 or 20. She was dressed in a
knee-length T-shirt with a picture of a teenage mutant
ninja turtle on it, and that combined with the roughhouse
play she was engaging in with her brother were the only
indications that this was a kid.
Pete made the kids stand still and he introduced them to
me. I had seen Jeff playing around the complex, but had
never met him or even seen Kelli.
"Hi," he said, looking away.
"Hi," Kelli said, looking me right in the eye. Her expres-
sion had a kind of boldness to it, but she still looked
terribly innocent.
I held that gaze for an uncomfortable moment, then looked
up to see that Pete and Judith had already started heading
for the door. "You kids be good - mind Mr. Freeman,"
Judith said, not looking. Pete followed her out the door
without a word. They told me nothing about who to call if
there was a problem, or any of the stuff I'd thought one
would tell a sitter. Pretty neglectful parents, I thought.
The kids showed it. For the first hour things were rocky.
These two just would not calm down. They wrestled, tumbled,
and ran over most of the house, and I felt weird telling
them to `settle down' and things like that. It made me feel
like my father, and hence rather old. I began to see why
the place was such a mess. I decided to retire to the TV
room and hoped the kids would get tired soon.
I was watching some nudie flick on the Playboy channel, and
things got reasonably quiet for a while. Then all of a
sudden I head a loud *bang* followed by crying.
I ran into the kitchen and saw Jeff lying next to the under
sink cabinet. I felt my heart jump when I saw the blood
running down his face. Kelli was standing next to him,
looking too innocent and doing nothing to help him.
"Damn!" I said, and hurried to check him out. As it turned
out, the cut was very small and looked far worse than it
actually was. I glared at Kelli as I was calming Jeff and
cleaning the cut with a paper towel.
"I didn't do anything," she said, indignantly.
"Sh-sh-she pushed me down!" Jeff said, sobbing.
"Nuh-uh! Did not!" Her voice was high and frantic. She'd
done it, of course.
The kids did that `did not, did too, did not' thing for
about a minute until I bellowed for them to shut up. Jeff
looked good as new once I got the blood out of his hair. I
could not even find the cut anymore. They went running off
to do more damage and I cleaned the spatters off the
kitchen floor, swearing to myself.
Before I could even get back to the TV room I heard another
thump, and more crying. This time it was Kelli who was the
victim. Jeff had obviously tripped her as she was running
up the wide carpeted stairs. She was laying in a heap on
the tile at the foot of the stairs, crying and holding her
knee.
`Dr. Hank, call to surgery,' I thought. I sent Jeff to his
room, rather angrily, and knelt to examine Kelli's knee.
Jeff ran up the stairs sulkily.
I could not help but notice that her long T-shirt had
ridden up to her waist, and as I checked out her left knee,
my eyes kept wandering to her white cotton panties. Her
sobs were subsiding as I ran my hands over her knee - there
was no damage that I could see. But I prolonged the moment,
my mind reeling madly as I noticed the tiny curls of pubic
hair that were peeking around the legbands of her under-
wear. All of a sudden I was being turned on by this girl,
my dick was hardening, my heart was beating faster, I felt
my breath coming shallow and quick. I could barely see the
folds of her labia, or imagined I could, through that thin
white material. My attentions to her knee had caused her
legs to spread slightly, and I found myself pushing the
knee farther, pretending to look for damage, watching
feverishly out the corner of my eye as the edge of her
pussy began to barely peak out from the elastic. I began to
slide my hand down a bit from her knee, feeling the taut
youthfulness of her thigh.
"Ow!" she said, and I looked up. I had spread her legs far
enough that she'd felt it. Her face was red with a blush.
"Um, your knee looks OK," I said.
"Thanks," she whispered, then bolted up the stairs. Had
she seen me looking at her pussy? I was not sure, but
something seemed to have made her react.
Confused and turned on, I returned to the TV room. The
Playboy channel was still on, showing some playmate who was
golfing in the nude. I switched off the idiotic thing and
sat in an easy chair, my mind filled with what had just
happened.
I was no child molester; that I knew for sure. Kelli's
young body had turned me on, but that was natural, wasn't
it? And all I had done was look - how could I help myself?
The girl was a knockout, though she clearly did not know
it. I mean, to have ignored that pretty little cunt when it
was staring me in the face would have been inhuman.
Wouldn't it?
My dick would not soften. I tried to think of mundane
things like work and gardening, but no matter how hard I
tried, my thoughts ran back to Kelli's thighs, Kelli's
pussy, Kelli's little hands wrapped around my cock shaft,
the sheer madness of sinking my prick, centimeter by centi-
meter into that tight little quim. Oh god, this was
insanity - how could I get this girl out of my head?
I turned the Playboy channel back on - they were showing a
softened version of some porno film. I took out my cock and
began to beat off feverishly. I turned the sound down so
I'd be sure to hear if the kids came downstairs. I shot off
in about a dozen strokes, pouring my sperm into a paper
napkin that was sitting on the end table.
2 - K E L L I'S C O S T U M E
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In the days that followed I found myself becoming increas-
ingly obsessed with Kelli, thinking almost constantly about
that moment at the foot of the stairs. Sometimes I could
almost convince myself that I had reached down and stroked
her pussy though her panties with my fingertips. Other
times I imagined ripping through that thin cotton material
and sinking my tongue into her tight twat. All of it was
bullshit, all of it drove me crazy.
I was almost too quick to agree with Pete and Judith when
they asked me to sit with the kids again. They did not seem
to notice my strange eagerness - but that was not too sur-
prising. When it came to their kids they seemed to notice
damned little.
It was the weekend before Halloween, and the kids were
fussing about their costumes. Pete and Judith had left
abruptly, again leaving me with no instructions, and I was
trying to help the kids, especially Kelli, to finish up
their costumes.
Jeff was going to be a cowboy. Easily done, all you need
is jeans and a plaid shirt, a cowboy hat, a six shooter in
a holster, and maybe some chaps. Jeff had all these things
but wanted to be a Marshall, so I made him a star out of
tinfoil. Kelli waited patiently for my help with her
costume, which was to be a female vampire. Once the star
was finished, Jeff ran off upstairs to look at himself in
the mirror and play in his new costume.
"I want to be a vampira," Kelli said, holding out a black
swath of material. The swath was actually an extremely
slinky, tight nylon dress that she'd borrowed from her
mother. She also said she had a set of false fangs she'd
bought at the novelty store, and a black wig an aunt had
given her for a witch costume the previous year.
"Well," I said, "if this is your mom's dress I doubt it
will fit you. She's a lot bigger than you." I glanced at
Kelli's chest. "Taller, I mean..."
"I also need a cape, and I don't know where I'm going to
get that." She looked dejected.
"Well, let's take one thing at a time. Have you tried the
dress on?"
She shook her head no.
"OK, well let's see how it fits."
I expected her to go off somewhere and put the dress on,
then return so I could see the fit. Naturally, in that
part of my mind that was still remembering her little wispy
hairs peeking out the edge of her panties, I wanted her to
change right there in front of me. What I got was something
in between. She went behind a sort of Japanese screen they
had near the fireplace, and took off her jumper. But the
glass door of the fireplace made a pretty good mirror, and
I had a darkened, but reasonable view of her as she slipped
the dress on. I did not see much, since she wore a bra and
panties, but I was struck by how slim her waist was. I
thought I might be able to get my hands around it complete-
ly, thumbs touching in front, middle finger s in back. I
felt myself getting hard again, especially when I noticed
how strained her bra was. Her mom had not noticed how much
Kelli had grown and bought her a larger size. Her appear-
ance in that tight bra was extremely sexy, since it
emphasized the fact that she was just then blossoming into
womanhood.
She came out from behind the screen. The dress, which was
obviously intended to be mid-calf length, piled up on the
floor, and the waist was somewhere between her hips and her
knees. Not the proper effect, but sexy as hell since the
neckline, already intended to plunge, was almost to her
navel. We tried and tried to adjust the dress, and during
this time I had several chances to run my hand over her
tummy and the small of her back. The feel of her was
fantastic - so smooth and firm. I suggested that we might
be able to bring the dress up by shortening the shoulder
straps, and while standing behind her I demonstrated by
pulling the dress up by the straps. I watched that silky
black material slide over her body, and my boner became a
real problem. I sat down quickly while Kelli held the
straps up and knotted them.
"This should work, though the knots will look funny." She
noticed my distress. "Are you OK Mr. Freeman?"
"Yeah, sure. Just a leg cramp." I doubled over to massage
my leg, and also effectively hid my hardon.
"What do we do about the cape?" she asked.
"Well, I think I have a black bed sheet that will work,
though you'll have to give it back." I was still rubbing
my leg, and watching her curves through that dress. I was
hoping she'd leave to play, like Jeff, so I could take care
of my problem.
"You have black sheets?" she asked, amazed.
"Sure. Other colors too. So?"
"I thought they were always white." She shrugged. "Well,
thanks. That pretty much does it I guess." Without
another word she walked out the door and I heard her
ascend the stairs.
I did not wait a second. I whipped out my painfully hard
erection and flicked on the Playboy channel with the
remote. They were showing, oddly enough, a woman dressed
as a vampire, but with nothing underneath the cape. As she
spread her cape wide, she undulated her hips and heaved
her breasts as she hissed. Pretty sexy stuff. I began to
stroke my cock slowly, trying to enjoy the sensation and
imagine Kelli was the vampire, beckoning be to fucked by
curling her black tipped fingers.
I had not turned the sound down. So I did not hear when
she came back into the room.
Suddenly I heard a gasp behind me. Without thinking I
whirled around, and there was Kelli. She had retrieved her
false fangs and had put them in her mouth. She'd also put
on the black wig. Obviously she wanted to show me the
costume - and now she was standing there stock still,
staring at the hard cock in my hand.
I should have tried to hide myself, or cram my dick back
into my pants, but I was too stunned to do anything for
several seconds. Kelli had started to say "I vant to suck
your blooood", in a Beli Lugosi-type voice, and had said
simply "I want to suck your..." before I had turned around
and had stopped her in her tracks. Now the irony and
sexiness of that partial statement caught me, and I was
just stuck there, sitting like an idiot with my dick in my
hand.
"God," she said, finally. Her voice brought me back to
reality. I hurriedly turned around and painfully jammed my
shrinking dick back into my pants. I muttered some kind of
apology, but by the time I turned back around she was
gone. I heard her running up the stairs. The wig and the
fangs were on the floor.
What to do? My mind was totally divided between two
terribly conflicting ideas. One half of me was still
incredibly aroused by the memory of Kelli standing there
staring at my penis and telling me she wanted to suck me,
even though I knew that it was an accident of fate that
put those words into her mouth. My other half was
terrified of what might happen if she reported the inci-
dent to her parents. At best they'd get pissed and maybe
tell my wife. At worst I could end up talking to the
police. I decided I'd better talk to her about the whole
thing and make sure she understood that I did not mean her
to see me like that.
I cautiously went upstairs. I checked in on Jeff first and
found that he'd fallen asleep in his cowboy outfit, lying
on top of the covers. I covered him as best I could with
the bedspread, which was balled up on the floor and looked
as though it had been there for some time, then turned off
his light and closed the door to his room. Kelli's room
was on the other side of the bathroom, a bit down the
hall.
As I walked the short distance to her door I went through
all the things I might say, in my mind. Nothing seemed to
sound right, though, and I decided to play it by ear. I
had no idea how experienced she was or what she knew about
men and sex. 14 is a nebulous age; some girls have even
had sex by then. Others have barely thought about it.
Kelli's room was dimly lit from a desk lamp in one corner.
Like the rest of the house, her room was a disheveled
mess, though she had left no clothing on the floor as her
brother had. Mostly there were stuffed animals and maga-
zines everywhere. Kelli was sitting in a window seat and
staring outside when I came into her room. When she turned
to look at me her face was a mixture of confusion and
defense.
I crossed the room and sat on her bed - I did not consider
that to be lascivious at the time, it was simply the far-
thest spot from her and I did not want to be threatening.
Looking back, I suppose the symbolism was pretty strong.
She went back to staring out the window and I realized
that I was going to have to speak first.
"Kelli," I began, "I'm really sorry about what just
happened. I didn't mean for you to see me like that."
She said nothing for a moment, and I was about to try and
phrase it another way when she said: "I know. I'm always
doing that."
Doing what? Make grown men jack off? "Always doing what?"
"Always interrupting private stuff. Like with my mom and
dad." She looked terribly glum.
"You walked in on them in bed?"
"They weren't in bed - they were in front of the fireplace
and I just wanted to get my Tiger Beast that I'd left on
the TV set and I walked in and saw them.... doing it.
Sort of."
"Oh." Sort of? How can you do it `sort of'?
"Anyway, my dad got really mad and told me I was a peeking
tom and mom got even madder and wouldn't talk to me." Her
face dropped from glum to positively sad and I felt truly
sorry for her, though her reference to `peeking tom' was
cute enough to make me smile a little.
"Well, you couldn't help it. You didn't know."
"Another time," she continued, almost ignoring me, "was
with Jenny, our old baby-sitter. I came downstairs late
because I forgot to take my vitamin B for flea bites and I
saw her with this boy... on the stairs. I had never seen
the boy before, but they were doing stuff and they got
really mad too. They made me promise not to tell or they'd
tell my parents I was touching myself or something. I was
scared already. I wouldn't have told."
She looked at me, a sort of pleading in her eyes. "I'm not
trying to see anything. It just keeps happening to me.
Don't be mad, OK?" There was a tear running down her left
cheek.
Amazement turned to relief. She was more concerned with
what I might say to her parents - she had not even con-
sidered saying anything herself. I stepped over to her
and put an arm around her shoulder. "I'm not mad, Kelli.
Not at all. It was not anyone's fault; just a mistake.
I'm sorry I made you sad and made you think about those
other times. Why don't we just forget about it?"
She smiled. "Thanks Mr. Freeman."
"Call me Hank."
She blushed a little, then all of a sudden gave me a very
womanly look. "Thanks, Hank."
"No problem. Good night."
I started to leave, and had gotten to the door when she
asked me: "Can I ask you a sort of personal question,
Hank?"
I turned. She was still sitting at the window seat, but
had turned to face the room. The straps on the dress and
slipped back, and the neckline hung low on her. I could
see the lacy trim of her bra above the scoop, and could
see the tops of her breasts rising out of the one-size-too
small cups. I sat on the floor near the door and brought
my knees up, looking casual but hiding my rekindled
erection.
"Shoot," I said, trying to sound totally at ease.
"Well, um. I was wondering... Well, if you don't want to
tell me it's OK, but..."
"Ask away, Kelli. You've seen everything I have to hide
already."
She laughed embarrassedly into her hand. "Um, well. I
have seen a guy's.. thing.. three times. And, well, I just
wondered how come when you wear pants it doesn't, like,
show. Like a tent. You know... poke out, like..."
She thought men were in a perpetual state of erection
since she'd only seen dicks when they were hard. Sorry to
have to break the bad news to you kid...
"Well," I said, "a man is not always hard. Most of the
time it just sort of... hangs there."
She giggled. "Oh. Really? Well, then... but... uh...
I don't know. I mean, how does it... um...." She
obviously wanted to know what made men hard, but was too
shy to ask.
I held up my hand. "It's like this. When a guy gets
aroused - sexually excited, like when your baby-sitter and
her boyfriend were fooling around on the stairs - then the
guy gets hard, like you saw."
"It... gets hard?"
"Sure. Just sort of swells up and gets really stiff. Don't
they teach you this stuff in health class?"
She shook her head. "Your parents have to sign a thing,
and my mom wouldn't. Well, I think maybe she lost it. So,
does it hurt when it's like that?"
This was strange, this beautiful little girl was asking me
intimate details about my cock. If it were an older girl
I was having such a conversation with, I would have
assumed we were in for some action; I had to remind myself
that this one was only a kid. "No. Not really. It's very
sensitive, though. Like when your leg goes to sleep and is
just waking up, you feel everything like little tingles?"
"Yeah, that's a weird feeling," she nodded her head.
"Well, that's sort of the feeling, but nicer."
There was a very heavy silence for a moment, as she turned
away, then back to face me, then away again. Finally, she
said "so my dad got excited because my mom had his thing
in her mouth." Ah, so that was doing it `sort of.' "And
that boy was excited from putting his thing up against
Jenny's poochy..."
"Poochy?"
"You know. Down there."
"Oh. You mean pussy."
"Oh? OK, well... pussy." She blushed a deep red. My
rising boner jumped a bit at hearing her say that word.
"Anyway, so um, so why did you? Get excited I mean. Was
it that TV show with the naked vampire lady?"
This was a key moment. I did not want to lie to her, but I
did not want to scare her either. I had avoided a major
possible disaster, and it was not a good time to plunge
back in. "No. And I don't think we should talk about this
anymore, Kelli." I got up and turned to the door.
She rose, panic in her voice. "Did I say something wrong?
I'm sorry. I was just curious. Don't be mad..."
Over my shoulder, against my better judgment, I said "It
was you, Kelli. I saw you changing clothes in the glass
fireplace door. That's what made me hard. I'm not mad."
I closed the door and walked downstairs.
3 - I N T H E T V R O O M
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Down in the TV room I sat and concentrated, willing my dick
to soften. I did not dare try and relieve myself, though I
considered going to the bathroom and locking the door. The
feelings I was having were heavily conflicted; I was still
fighting that 50 / 50 battle between my adult, rational
resistance toward the idea of sex with such a young child,
and my feisty, horny desire to see and explore her naked
body. I sat there in the overstuffed easy chair, watching
an interview with Dudley Moore and fidgeting.
Again, she stole into the room unnoticed. This was the girl
that thumped and wrestled around the house with her
brother? She could really be quiet when she wanted to be.
"Hank?"
I almost jumped out of my chair - she had crept up to
within a few feet of me, just off to my left, totally
silent. "Ah! Oh, Jesus Kelli, you scared the hell out of
me..."
"Sorry. I just came down cause I don't want you to be mad
at me." I sensed that this was not totally true - she did
not have that sad look she had before. There was a strange
mischief in her eyes.
"I'm not mad. I told you that - I just did not think we
should keep talking about... sexual things."
"Why not?"
"What do you think your parents would say? I'm a grown man,
and you're very underage. If they thought..." I stopped
myself. She was asking me to talk, not to fuck. What was
I assuming here? This was a 14 year old girl, even though
she looked older.
Her face was a confused puzzle. She looked curious, unsure,
a little scared, a little sad. And a little excited.
I patted the chair next to me, on my right. "OK. Sit. If
you have questions, I'll answer them. But you absolutely
have to promise that this conversation will stay between
the two of us."
"I swear," she said, solemnly. She crossed in front of me
to the chair, and I thought I noticed something different
about the way she looked, but I could not place it. She sat
down, her face fairly glowing with the conspiratorial
quality of the moment. To her, we were like kids whispering
under a blanket.
"What did you want to ask me?"
"Well. It's just that.... you said you got.... you got..."
She was nervous again.
"Hard," I prompted.
"Yeah. You said you got hard because you saw me changing my
clothes in the glass door. That was a dirty trick, you
know." She smiled a little, like a kid playing a game. But
it was forced.
"I'm sorry," I said, seriously, and her smile vanished. "It
was a dirty trick. People have a right to privacy. I
should have turned my head."
"Oh. That's OK. But why would that make you get hard? I
mean, I'm just a kid."
I smiled and leaned forward a bit in my chair. She leaned
too, I suppose because she thought she was supposed to, and
I noticed then what that difference was in her appearance.
She'd taken off her bra. Through the low scoop in that
black dress I could see most of the curve of her right
breast, and even the edge of her nipple, which was pink and
perfect. I shifted in my chair, feeling my cock rise, and
tried to concentrate on my hands as I spoke.
"You have not looked in the mirror lately, have you? You're
no kid." It was true. She could pass for 19 easily.
"They still treat me like one. I can't go on dates, I can't
stay out late, I can't even watch R rated movies on HBO.
It's stupid."
"Well, your folks are used to thinking of you as a child.
I'm not. I can see you for what you are. A beautiful
young woman."
I looked up, but she had turned her face away, obviously
embarrassed. "But why? Why did looking at me." she drifted
off. After a moment of silence, she turned back to face me.
Her face was bright with nervous excitement. It was as if
she had hoped someone would notice her, and someone finally
had. And now she was not sure how to feel about it.
"Why?" I said. "Well, it is very simple, actually. When
a man sees a beautiful woman's body, part of his brain
automatically responds, sending signals to his..."
"Oh, I know that. I mean, I figured that out from what you
said before. But why me?"
"I told you. You have a lovely body, Kelli. When I peeked,
I got hard. It was not the first time either."
"Oh?" She looked surprised and a little pleased. "When
else?"
"When you fell down the stairs last time I was here and I
helped you with your knee."
"I remember. But I didn't take my clothes off then."
"No. But I saw your panties, and... well, that area. It
had a similar effect."
"Really." That mischievous look was back, and something in
her smile told me that she was pretty happy at the notion
of having so much control over an adult. She was realizing
the effect she could have, whenever she wanted to. "So, um,
are you hard now?" She was examining her fingernails
closely, trying to appear casual, as though the question
was purely conversational.
"No," I lied. In fact, I was about 40% hard, and rose to
about 50% at the question.
With one deft motion, and without any warning, she slipped
her shoulder straps down and the top of the dress slid down
to her waist. I think I gasped a little: there she was,
stripped to the waist. Her young breasts, bigger than a
handful on each side, stood pale and proud in the warm
light of the TV room. Her rosy pink nipples were perfect,
and had been pressed flat by the dress. They were not
erect, but her breathing, shallow and quick, told me she
was excited, or scared, or both. Her smile was quivering,
her gaze steady.
I wanted to touch her so badly. My dick had sprung stiff
and straight as a steel beam. Her titties looked so invit-
ing, and I could not tear my gaze away from those nipples.
"Kelli," I whispered. "This is really not a good idea..."
"But does it make you hard?" she asked, her voice strangely
gentle. "I mean, is this enough to do that, or do you need
to see my poochy too? My pussy, I mean."
My hands were shaking. For some reason, I glanced at the
clock - it was 9:30. Her parents would not be home until
midnight or 1:00am. I could not leave. I could not stay.
I wanted to see her little pussy more than I wanted to
take another breath. I wanted to run from the room. I did
not know what to do.
Some sort of instinct had taken over in Kelli. There was no
way she knew how I was feeling, and yet somehow she was
compelled into action. I heard her leave the chair, though
I was still staring stupidly at the clock, terrified that I
was about to come in my pants. She stood, walked into my
field of vision, blocking my view of the clock, and dropped
her dress to the floor. No panties either.
When I had glanced at her panties before I had seen little
hairs poking out from around the elastic. Now I could now
find them. She had a little swirl of pubic hair, like the
curl on a kewpie doll's head, high on her Venus mound, then
a space of bare skin, then the beginnings of her pussy
folds, just barely visible as she stood. Nothing more. Her
young thighs fit smoothly together as she stood, heels to-
gether, hands behind her back. I stared - what else could
I do? She was my every wet dream come true. It was like
she was waiting to be inspected, approved. Touched, maybe.
Maybe.
"What about now?" she said so quietly that I would not have
heard if my nervous system had not been running on
overdrive. "Are you hard now?"
"Yes," I croaked. I could not seem to move. My desire for
her crept into my muscles, my nerves. Even my eyelids began
to tingle. I began to realize that I was losing control.
"Can I see?" I looked at her face. Her mouth was slightly
open, her breath coming rapidly. Her skin had flushed. She
was scared, but she really wanted to see.
What could I do? I'm only human.
Without a word I leaned back in my chair, lowered my zipper
and drew my manhood from my pants. It stood absolutely
stiff, throbbing with my pulse. I could not believe I was
doing this. But there she was, and I could not stop myself.
"It's moving," she said, her voice a whisper. She bit her
lower lip, surely not realizing how sexy that looked, and
took a half step closer.
"With my heartbeat," I said, my voice much calmer than I
was. A little drop of precome oozed from the slit, and her
eyes opened wide.
"What's that?"
"Just another sign that you're turning me on, Kelli," I
said. The moment seemed to freeze then. She was staring at
my cock, mesmerized. My gaze darted from her face to her
tits to her pussy and back again, over and over. My dick
throbbed like a conductor's baton. Unconsciously, her index
finger traced a line along her hip, and I knew she was
getting turned on too, even if she did not know it.
After what seemed like hours, I said "you can touch it if
you want to." I could not believe I had said it. My mouth
was dry, and the back of my head started to itch.
She took another step, then reached forward awkwardly, her
fingers coming within a fraction of an inch of my cock.
"It's all right?" she asked, still whispering.
"No, it's not all right. But I don't mind."
Her eyes flicked to mine and there was a moment of real
recognition. We were doing something `naughty' - but she
wanted to. She took my cock in her hand, wrapping her
fingers around the shaft, and slid to her knees before me.
Her young breasts flattened against the insides of my
thighs. Her hand was warm and soft, and almost by instinct
she gently jacked the shaft, sliding my taut skin over the
firm muscle of my dick. Pre-come dribbled out and rolled
down over her thumb. She smiled, her eyes twinkling.
"Is this right? Something came out... Did I do that?" Her
enthusiasm and interest was so insanely sexy.
"That's fine - yes, you made that come out. It's.... uh...
pre-come fluid. If you keep doing that, I'm going to come
for real." I was close, so close, but trying to hold back.
She slowed her stokes to almost nothing. "What's that
mean?"
"White stuff will come out - a whole lot of it. It's called
semen."
"My mom had some stuff like that on her face when I saw
them doing it. Is that what will happen if I put it in my
mouth?" She almost giggled, then bit her lip again. She
was talking about sucking me off in the same tone she might
have used to discuss barbie dolls or the latest album from
her favorite pop singer. I felt like my brain was going to
melt.
"Yes, it sure will. Do you want to put it in your mouth?"
Please, oh please, my mind screamed. I no longer cared
about much of anything except her mouth and her pussy and
what they would feel like around my cock. Looking back I
can see I was shamelessly leading her on, but at the time I
was simply lost to the passion of the moment.
She nodded, opened her lips, and leaned forward.
For the rest of my life I will remember that moment. It
was a simple thing - my dick just slid into her mouth, and
I could feel her lips, her tongue, her teeth, the roof of
her mouth. She took it about a third of the way down, then
slid it back out and looked at the wet shaft. She knew
nothing about sucking a cock, of course, and had merely
taken me in and slid me back out. But it was perfect.
"Should I do it again?" she asked, grinning.
"Yes," I said, barely able to speak. "Leave it in, then bob
your head up and down. Lick and suck. Like a popsicle.
Just like a popsicle."
She must have eaten a lot of popsicles in her life, because
she took right to it once I gave her that analogy. She
sucked, actually sucked at the skin as she slid my cock
into and out of her mouth, like it was giving her a flavor,
which I suppose it was. She would lick up and down the
shaft, fervently, like she was catching the drips of a
melting treat, which I also suppose she was. She kept her
teeth away, as you do when you are eating a popsicle, to
keep from getting them too cold. She slurped and licked and
bobbed her head sucking my cock with energy and enthusiasm.
It was a perfect heaven.
I felt my come rising.
"It's c-coming, Kelli. Swallow as m-much as you can."
She lifted her mouth to say "OK," just as the first spurt
came, it leaped up and hit her in the chin. She giggled
like a kid playing with a kitten and quickly took my cock
back into her mouth and began sucking and swallowing. Her
eyes were looking up into mine, questioning... Is this OK,
Hank? Am I sucking it right? Her throat gulped with every
pulse of my cock as she, incredibly, swallowed every drop
of my come.
I felt as if the world had fallen away, and there was noth-
ing but she and I, suspended in that easy chair, my cock in
her sweet little mouth.
She kept my cock in her mouth as it shrank, then grew again
almost immediately. She was very excited about having felt
that. She drew her mouth away, smiling, with come glisten-
ing on her chin and chest.
"It got small again, then grew in my mouth, Hank!"
"Yes. After a man comes he usually shrinks back to normal
size for a while." I smiled to myself. "Usually it takes
15 minutes to a half an hour before it can get hard again."
My dick was stiff and pulsing as though I had not come at
all. I was amazed.
"But you got hard right away." She spoke with the admira-
tion a pet student saves for her favorite teacher. "That's
cause you're good at sex, isn't it?" She nodded to herself.
"Not really. I'm just normal. It's you that made the
difference. Seeing you, feeling you, it makes my body
respond so strongly that I got hard right away. That's
never happened to me before."
"Really?" She stood, looked down at herself, then looked at
my hard cock. "I did that?"
"Yes." I wanted to fuck her so badly that I had to think
very hard, to concentrate on jail cells and courtrooms, to
say "if you want to stop now we can, Kelli. You know this
is really bad, what we're doing. I could get into a lot of
trouble if anyone found out. I could go to jail."
"I don't want to stop," she said, seriously, but serious in
that childlike way that is almost funny. "And I won't tell
anyone. Maybe we should go to my room. We can lock the
door." She smiled, but there was a kind of lust in the
smile.
4 - S T A I R W A Y T O H E A V E N
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I was too far gone to think clearly now. I followed her up
the stairs, watching her cute little ass bouncing ever-so-
slightly as she ran up the steps. I thought back to the
time I had seen her and Jeff playing on these stairs, and
how different things were now. For some reason, this made
me even harder.
I also began to be concerned about Jeff. Here his sister
was running naked up the stairs, followed by Hank with his
dick sticking out of his pants. Before I had time to really
think through what I would do if he popped out of his door
we were in Kelli's room again, and she was closing her
curtains.
"We should lock the door," she said, and motioned behind
me. I realized that I was standing up against the closed
door, blocking access to the lock. What a strange feeling
I was scared, as though she was the experienced adult and
I was the virgin. My cock throbbed and fairly hummed with
excitement, but the rest of me was not so sure.
But then she sat down on her bed, smoothed out the wrinkled
sheets, and laid back, reclining against her pillow. The
sight of that tuft of pussy hair and those womanly breasts
made me give in. I reached behind me and flipped the lock.
Then I doffed my clothing as quick as I could and stepped
over to the bed.
She reached out and began to stroke my cock again, her
lying on her side on the bed, me standing next to the
pillows. "What do I do now?" she said. "Should I put you
in my mouth again?"
I reached down to stroke her pretty hair. "Just lie back
and spread your legs," I said, trying not to sound too
frantic. She smiled and complied, rolling onto her back and
spreading her legs wide apart.
I stepped to the foot of the bed and laid down on my stomach
my lower legs hanging in mid air. Her pussy was wide open to
me - so pink and wet and tiny. I stroked at her thighs with
my fingernails and she giggled. She kept giggling until my
fingers found the folds of her labia and began to stroke
them. Then she began to moan in a thin, high whisper.
I lowered my face to her little slit and began to lick and
suck her pussy lips. Her reaction was strongly frightened at
first, her eyes wild and her hands moving to cover her
breasts. But as my licks began to strum against her clit
more and more she eased, opened, and began to get into it.
Soon her hips were rocking slightly and her small hands were
rubbing her nipples, which were fully erect.
I began to tongue her seriously, and let my finger probe her
pussy gently, exploring the extent of her virginity. Her
moans dropped into a lower register as my finger dipped into
her hole. About knuckle deep I felt some thin tissue block-
ing my progress, and I knew I had hit her hymen. My dick
surged as my finger diddled her pussy, almost as though the
finger was telling the dick what it was in for.
She was very close to coming now, but I know how to prolong
an orgasm, and I kept her at a plateau for a good while. I
looked up at her face and chest as I pulled my face away
from her pussy and let my thumb and finger keep her hot for
a moment. She was never more lovely. Her angelic face was
bathed in the soft light of her desk lamp, her eyes were
closed and her lips were slightly parted. Her face was
framed by the soft curls of her hair, the ends of which were
slightly beaded with sweat. Her nipples were erect, so much
so that most of the pink aeriolas were now part of the
rising nipples. Her breasts had swelled to a full roundness,
and there were tiny, almost delicate beads of sweat on her
chest and shoulders.
I moved up and knelt between her thighs, my hard dick aching
now for her cunt. As I started to run the head of my cock
against her slit her eyes popped open and she bit her lower
lip.
"Oh! I'm scared, Hank," she whispered, grabbing my hand.
"I know. We don't have to if you don't want to," I said, but
at that moment I started rubbing her clit directly with my
cockhead. If she had said no, I would have stopped, but I
might have gone mad.
But she responded immediately to the direct stimulation of
her clit. "Uhh. Umm. No, I want to, I want to. Put it in.
But please don't hurt me." She was talking in a dreamy voice
now, on the verge of her first orgasm, her hands opening and
closing, her eyes rolling, her hips churning.
I pressed the head of my cock up against her hole and moved
my thumb back to her clit, stroking, stroking. The hole was
intensely tight, I had only fucked a virgin once before, but
Kelli was twice as tight as she had been. Or I was a lot
bigger now than when I was 17. Anyway, the head of my cock
popped in after a little coaxing, and though she shuddered a
little, she did not seem to feel great pain.
I began to slip the head in and out, no more than an inch
deep, while my thumb continued to do its magic. I began to
suck on her hard nipples, one then the other, as just the
head of my cock slid in and out of her pussy. She was
making a tiny little "uff" noise on every in stroke now, and
I began to gradually, very gradually increase the depth.
The feeling of her young cunt was indescribable. She was so
tight that once I had two inches in her, her pussy formed a
kind of suction. There was no room for any air to get in,
her pussy walls were wrapped so tight around my cockshaft,
and once the air was forced out I found it hard to withdraw
more than half of the length I had in. It was like her body
was sucking me in, drawing me into the hot, wet, tightness
of her vagina.
Presently I found my dickhead pressing on her hymen. It gave
slightly, but did not break.
"Kelli," I said, but she only moaned. "Kelli, this part will
hurt a bit. The first time you do this, it does, then it
never does again. Don't be afraid." My heart was racing, my
breath short and quick, but somehow I managed to sound
reassuring. "If you want to stop, say so, honey."
Her eyes opened, still dreamy, and she smiled a sort of
drunken smile. "Do it to me," she said, her voice 10 years
older than it had been before.
I began to rub her clit as fast as I could, and felt her
edging over the plateau. When I felt her thighs begin to
twitch and heard her breath drawn in sharply, I knew she was
coming, and I pressed past her hymen, breaking it with one
stroke.
The pain must have been intense - her face grimaced sharply,
but her orgasm quickly covered it with pleasure, as I hoped
it would. She sighed greatly, and I felt the flood of her
first come filling her pussy and lubricating everything. My
cock began to slide in and out like a well-oiled piston, her
tight pussy gripping it and sucking it. The sensation was
pure madness. I was fucking a goddess, my mind reeling,
almost passing out. She was whining now, a whine of
pleasure, matching the rhythm of my strokes, and I found
myself making a low,guttural noise as my come began to rise.
She was still coming, her pussy still pulsing and her hips
still shifting from side to side. I knew I was gong to come
any minute.
All at once I flipped us over so that she was astride me,
and I was laying on my back. I grabbed her hips and began
lifting her again and again until she got the idea and
started fucking herself on me. Finally, I sucked her left
nipple into my mouth, grabbed onto her ass, and pulled her
down, sinking deeply into her cunt as I came.
I felt as though my whole essence was pouring into her. I
came in five or six long, wonderful spasms. Then I put my
arms around her and pulled her into an embrace, my cock
still inside her. I felt her tears dropping on my neck as I
buried my face in her hair. Or perhaps they were my own.
We laid like that for some time, and she slept.
She awoke at around 11:00, just as I was thinking we'd
better get cleaned up in case her parents came home early.
Her mouth was at my ear as we embraced, so she whispered:
"Oh, Hank. I wish we could do it again right now."
"Your parents will be home soon."
"I know. And also I might get pregnant."
"No. I've had a vasectomy." She turned her head slightly,
as if to ask what that was. "I had a very minor operation
so I can't make babies."
I felt her cheek rise against mine as she smiled. "So we
can do it as much as we want?"
I began to think about possible futures. Kelli in various
beds. Or perhaps me in various jails. My dick in Kelli's
pussy. Or perhaps some sleazy convict's dick up my ass;
child molesters fair badly in prisons. Well, you takes yer
chances, as the man said.
"Yes, but we have to be careful. And it must always be our
secret." I tried to sound as definite as I could.
She sat up on me, my cock again inside her pussy, her tits
rising in a sigh. "Nobody will know, Hank. I swear to god.
I'll never tell anyone."
"OK, I trust you," I said, and I smiled.
She smiled back, and moved her hips just a little. My cock
began to grow within her. "Maybe we have a little time left"
she said, and I felt her cunt respond to my rising dick with
a warm squeeze.
I had to agree.
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