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Here, Kitty, Kitty
by Rodgerthedodger (annerogerduncan@sti.net)
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Two schoolgirls visit her dad for an overnighter and
things happen unexpectedly. (Mff, ped, 1st, oral, beast)
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The rain had just stopped and it was quiet. More quiet,
it seemed, just because the rain had stopped. Perhaps
more green in the garden as well. Cleaner and therefore,
greener. The air more sweet. Spring again. My favorite
time. My Iris were filling and would soon bloom for a
few weeks after all the work through the year and, of
course, weeding. That was something they never stopped,
especially since I learned that weed-killer harmed
little froggies that kept me company in the garden. Let
them live even at the expense of my increased effort.
The kitties came to garden with me; actually to impede
the gardening as they would sit on my trowel, weave
between my legs, do rollies in the weeds, before and
after they were pulled, licking themselves clean while
sitting on my gloves that were impediments to weeding in
large part.
It was that kind of morning -- kitties -- all of them! -
- weeds and the sky was clear blue emphasizing tufts of
white cloud cruising along in the heavens. It was cool
enough that the sun felt welcome on my back. One cat was
sunning, another in the shade, sitting point for any and
all gophers, thought they were elusive, even to cats. I
didn't want to see it, or the result of the hunt, but I
was glad to know the news so my Iris and pansy would
have another day.
But, first some coffee and evap and the paper--got to
check Ann and Abby and the letters. Here was one: "It
Ought to be Banned While your editorial about freedom of
speech was admirable, there are limits. And the latest
book about sexual behavior is disgusting and ought to be
banned. Some hair-brained feminist says consensual sex
between an adult and a 15 year old girl can be
beneficial because the girl should learn from some ill-
informed fellow 15 year old about a beautiful human
experience. Ban the book and the writer, I say. Abigail
Birthright, Clovis."
That was my morning paper: book burnings, suppression of
ideas, and it would send me to an early gardening
morning! Coffee done, paper in the bin, dishes clean...
check of the weather... short-sleeved blouse weather. My
favorite. Well... to the garden... just gardening and
kitties and... wandering thoughts.
About the letter. I wondered just what that writer
meant. I had my share of fumbling young boys who fumbled
and fiddled, as did I at the time...but there was one
time, actually a few times... it was educational in one
way, very memorable in another, and...
I took a wheelbarrow load of weeds to the compost pile
and after the fourth load I was finished. The sun was
making me hot and the kitties were all in the shade now.
It was time for a shower and my favorite late morning TV
Show. I had just time for showering, toweling and
housecoat and eased into my recliner for the show.
My hair was still damp and cool, my skin was warm from
the shower; I looked at the garden, flowers, and settled
into the chair, moving my feet up off the ground.
Commercials! The scourge of American TV! I wondered
about that letter and began to see things again, but not
waht was on TV. It was a repeat of an episode I had
already seen.
I reached for the remote control and turned off the
sound and pushed my chair further back. I closed my
eyes. I could hear loud purring. It was one of my cats
and the sound soothed me. More atmosphere. Suddenly, she
was on my lap and purring and settling on my housecoat
nestling between my legs. I could feel her purr it was
so strong. It all made me drowsy and I totally relaxed.
* * *
"Gena!" It was one of the boys in school. "Can I walk
home with you?"
"It's a free country," I said and so we walked together
toward home. First across the road and then into the
large field that separated the area of the school from
our housing. "I brought something for us to drink," he
said. It was almost like a date, I thought, and I hadn't
had many dates at the time and this might as well be a
date. "And a sandwich."
I had already eaten lunch but date etiquette required me
to say: "Fine." "And a blanket so we can sit and have a
little picnic," he said. Uh oh, I thought, maybe this is
a real after school date. I had never had one before. A
blanket, why to cover oneself with, Right. Or to lie
on...and maybe, if I got lucky to be kissed on?
"Let's go over where we can't be seen and we can eat in
peace," he said. His name was Jeffrey and we were both
15 years old. And, by this time, I had declared this an
"official" date. Just the two of us, and a picnic on a
blanket where we wouldn't be seen. That constituted a
date. I could hardly wait to tell my girlfriends!
We walked among the trees and he found a level place
with grass so it would be soft enough and spread out the
blanket. I was careful not to let him see up my legs
when we sat down for the picnic. I didn't trust him you
see and that excited me a little. Dates should be a
little exciting up until a girl puts a stop to it, at
least that's what I thought at the time. A little
adventure.
I knew he'd try to see up my legs when I sat down like
boys all do because he sat down first and looked up at
me. My skirt was just below my knees and it's hard to
sit on a blanket and be ladylike at the same time though
a lady on a date wasn't required to be a lady for the
entire date. So I sat down but not as carefully as I
should have and that was part of the fun and the tease
and I knew he got a glimpse. I hoped he did. I had
pretty legs and a pretty body and my breasts were
filling out. I think I had the largest set in class.
Some of the other girls were jealous though they lied
about it and said they weren't jealous; that theirs
would soon be just as nice. Meanwhile I was proud of my
body. "You're very pretty," he said. That was nice and I
believed him right away because I knew it was the truth.
I looked in the mirror sometimes before I got dressed
for bed. I was very pretty. In the mirror I saw a real
woman even at my age.
One time I checked myself out carefully on a day all my
family had gone on an outing and I had stayed home. I
looked at myself a long time and felt my breasts, how
soft they were, but my nipples got hard while I was
looking. They just rose up and got stiff. When I stopped
feeling they went soft again until I touched my legs and
up between my legs and admired my soft growth of light
brown hair. They got stiff again and I kind of felt
stiff all over too and had to breath more.
My face was flushed. It all embarrassed me and, at the
same time, made me feel warm. Then I put on my dress and
went downstairs to soak my feet and cut my toenails. I
liked to be alone when I did that. Not entirely alone
actually. Just me and our little doggie. He liked to
watch me when I soaked my feet and cut my nails. Sort of
our time together.
I sat down on the blanket first putting down one knee
and then the other and giving Jeffrey, who was lying on
his back and looking up, just ever so slight of a glance
under my skirt and up my leg. I wondered if he could see
I had no knickers on. His face got a little red so he
must have gotten a glimpse of something good!
"What are we having?" I asked. "My Mum makes really good
ham and cheese sandwiches," he said and got one out of a
sack. "Too bad we don't have a soda," I said. Jeffrey
got up and went behind one of the trees and pulled out
two Coca Colas. "I didn't know if you'd let me walk you
home but I could always come back and get them later if
you said, 'No'"
So that was it. Confirmed. A real date and during the
week. That was even better. How to open the bottles was
another matter. Like I say, he wasn't very experienced
and, then, neither was I, but he found a way to
laboriously pry off the bottle caps and we sat and ate
and drank, not knowing what to say and not knowing what
would happen next.
I sat on a stool with my feet soaking in the warm water
and daydreaming about myself and how much prettier my
body was than some of the girls. One of my best friends
had almost no breasts at all even thought we were both
fifteen and she had no body hair. She had just a little
hairless slit where I had a nice folding of skin
delicately covered with light brown curls.
She wanted to touch me there one time but I said "No."
She didn't mention it again. I wasn't ready for anyone
to touch me there, except myself, of course. I slept
over at her house a couple times. She lived alone with
her Dad.
She and I slept in the same bed but nothing ever
happened--not in bed, that is. There was a time her Dad
bought us both nightgowns so we put them on. That was
the time I saw that she wasn't very developed. She
admired my body and it made me proud of myself. That was
when she reached at me in amazement and I stepped back.
I was surprised at her reaction.
We looked at ourselves in the mirror in our new
nightgowns. They were on the short side and didn't hide
much. She didn't have much to hide, but I did. Anyway, I
was proud and didn't feel like hiding myself. Then,
together we went into the lounge. It was an exhibition
and her Dad's eyes were staring hard at us when we
entered. It made my face hot.
He was looking very hard at me, not his daughter, and I
could almost feel his eyes under my nightgown, traveling
up my legs and feeling them touch my light covering of
hair...I was sure his eyes were admiring my pretty
fanny... I felt hot and cool at the same time, between
my legs, and my friend and I sat down together, across
from her Dad.
The TV was on and I focused on the TV even though
nothing good was on and hoping, in a way, her Dad was
looking at the TV, not me, and also hoping, maybe he was
taking a peek at the pretty girl in the pretty
nightgown; taking a peek at her nice breasts and her
beautiful fanny that was really hot right now. I crossed
my legs so he couldn't look any more at my fanny but I
knew he was looking at me and my friend and I were
watching TV. It felt good when I crossed my legs and
sort of squeezed myself together.
I don't think his looking meant anything to her, after
all, it was her Dad and he had seen her many times. But
for me his eyes were feeling me all over. This was just
the same thing to her, but to me it was very different
and disturbing and I was scared about what might happen
next. And a little hopeful. This was an adventure. I
liked adventures. I wanted to have one now.
My kitty shifted its position on my lap and awakened me
for a few moments and then it started purring again. I
petted its head and down its back and it nuzzled and
nestled itself into just the right spot and let out a
large sigh and purr and went still. I closed my eyes.
Where was I?
On the blanket chewing my sandwich, drinking a Coke, on
a midweek date after school. I didn't especially like
Jeffrey. Not that I didn't like him but he was just a
boy, not a particular boy, and I didn't know much about
boys and hadn't been on many dates, just dances at
church and such as that and boys were very shy about
girls and didn't talk. I knew they looked when they
thought we were unaware and talked when we weren't
around but otherwise they were different and strange and
interesting in their own way.
How girls made them nervous I don't know. What was there
to be nervous about? So we ate our sandwiches and didn't
talk much except that it hadn't rained and might not
rain for a few days and it was warm and then about our
teachers and the school and science class and... you
know... talked basically about nothing.
At the picnic with Jeffrey I had no knickers and
wondered what he would say if he knew. Maybe that would
get him to talking or probably just make his face red.
My new nightgown had next to no knickers either. Just a
flimsy little covering of my fanny. And her Dad knew it
and enjoyed it... just a flimsy covering. I know I liked
the way it made me feel, being almost, but not quite
naked. There was a hint of my flesh, hiding slightly.
And there was no need for any covering when I was
soaking my feet.
Our doggie could be counted among the silent though his
mouth was open. Knickers or no knickers. They were a
special part of my life. Sometimes I put them on for
school and sometimes not. It made me feel dirty when I
had nothing on underneath at school. Like I could show a
boy any time I wanted what a real girl was like. An
adventure every time I sat down or bent over.
Jeffrey, our little innocent doggie, my girlfriend's
Dad, they seemed the same in a way--and here I was: a
girl before them, almost naked at the waist--if they
only knew: Our doggie certainly didn't know of the
importance of my nakedness... I even let him look, what
did it matter, his tongue out, panting, his pretty eyes,
looking eagerly at me, probably for a biscuit or
something... something? Anything maybe, but looking
eagerly at me, at my wet little cunny with the slight
covering of hair, my legs apart, soaking my feet.
I knew I was wet and wondered about it. I could feel the
air cooling me there, just there, and it made me even
more wet. Was I making me wet or was the looking at me
causing it. I reached and felt my slippery opening. It
made me shiver. It was hard for me to remove my fingers.
If Jeffrey would have been there, at that moment, what
then? If my girlfriend's Dad had been there?
He was there when I was on the couch with my
girlfriend. She protected me from the situation and then
again her Dad was also across the room in his armchair.
I glanced over but he wasn't watching the TV he was
looking at me again and smiled. "Thank you for the
nightgowns," I said. "You both look very pretty in
them," he said, including his daughter in the remark and
making me feel more comfortable but I kept my legs
crossed.
I knew I had to keep them crossed or he could see right
through the filmy gown and see me just like I had seen
myself in the mirror at home with nothing on at all. I
was virtually naked, in front of a grown man. Isn't that
what women do sometimes? But I wasn't a women. I was
just a very pretty girl with her girlfriend for
protection.
Then she fell asleep! What now, I thought. She was my
guardian and asleep on the guard. Nothing happened is
what happened...and we watched TV... then her Dad got up
and said he was going to put his daughter, to bed. He
was removing my guardian and I was scared but not the
least bit tired. I couldn't wait to find out about the
next part of this adventure.
He bent down to pick her up and I saw his eyes on me,
all over me, between my breasts, between my legs, which
I kept crossed, and put my arms around myself to protect
against his dark brown looking-all-over-me eyes. I
relaxed when he left the room and maybe he would go to
sleep as well and thus would end my little adventure.
Less than I had imagined, though I wasn't sure what I
had thought would happen.
Jeffrey finished his sandwich first and laid back
looking up at the sky through the tree branches. He
reached out and held my hand. I wondered what he would
have done if he had known how close his hand was to my
naked fanny. Her Dad came back to the lounge and I put
my arms around myself again. He didn't look at me this
time but sat down next tome.
"It's a little cold in here," he said. It actually was a
little cold and he put his arm on the back of the couch.
"Move over her and I'll keep you warm," he said. I moved
only slightly. I was already practically in his lap! Our
little doggie moved closer to me and looked at the water
in the foot bath and looked up at me again. I opened my
legs and let him look. What did it matter?
I laid back on the blanket and closed my eyes. Jeffrey
squeezed my hand and we both laid there. Neither of us
saying a word and maybe not knowing what to talk about.
What is there to talk about with boys anyway. He moved
closer to me and we were shoulder to shoulder. Body next
to body. I got bold and turned on my side and put my arm
over his waist. He put his arm under my head. Our doggie
must have known my fanny was wet.
I'm not sure if Jeffrey knew. I didn't know myself at
that moment whether it was or not. Then her Dad put his
arm on my shoulder. I felt a little sleepy and rested my
head on his arm. My nipples were stiff and the nightgown
rubbed against them. I felt his eyes on me, down my
shoulders and between my breasts and I caught my breath.
That naughty doggie was sniffing my legs, looking for
something, and sniffing me!
Jeffrey and I laid there, our eyes closed, not moving,
and the doggie licked my fanny, more than once. It was
my fault for opening myself to him and I closed my legs
and pushed him back. He was determined and kept at me. I
hadn't finished cutting my toenails and so I stayed
right where I was, the doggie licking my thigh and
getting under me and up between my legs again. I thought
what the heck. I was alone. Who would know? It didn't
matter. It was just a doggie and it really felt good.
Then I hoped he wouldn't stop. Another adventure and I
didn't know what would happen next.
Her Dad kissed me all of a sudden and it shocked me. But
not enough that I didn't kiss him back. He whispered:
"You're a very pretty girl." I didn't know what to say
or do and thanked him for my nightie. "I wanted to see
you in it. With your school clothes off." This was going
too far I thought so I kissed him back. I opened my eyes
and saw Jeffrey not her Dad and then it was her Dad
again and my persistent little doggie and the kitty was
readjusting itself on my lap. "Stay still," I thought,
"I don't want to be disturbed."
I was back in the field, on the couch and soaking my
feet and my hands were busy now. The kitty jumped down
and walked out of the room. Her Dad was really kissing
me and not saying anything more, just little whispers
and I was catching my breath between kisses. I'd never
really kissed anyone seriously like this so I put my arm
around him, like in the movies, and nuzzled against him,
his mouth was on my neck and I felt my nightgown leaving
my shoulders and my breasts being suckled and kissed all
over and then he sucked on my nipples and my legs went
apart.
I don't know why that happened. I didn't care. I wanted
more of these feelings. Suddenly my flimsy nightgown
knickers were gone! Where had they gone? I didn't care
but felt more open and completely naked. My nipples and
my legs seemed connected and making me dizzy. "I'm going
to make you a woman tonight." His hand was down and
between my legs. I listened for my girlfriend and hoped
she wouldn't interrupt us.
His fingers massaged me. They moved easily in and out of
me because I was wet and hot. "You're wet and hot," he
whispered. I could barely hear him. I didn't care what
he said only what he was making me feel Hot! Dreamy!
Exploding! I was dizzy all over! I couldn't get enough
of his touching and lifted myself with each upstroke and
lowered myself against his fingers with each downstroke.
I was an instrument and he was a musician magically
making me respond. A symphony and my ears were full of
the sounds.
My little doggie forced himself upon me. I was glad for
his persistence and opened myself finally as his reward.
His tongue slavered me eagerly and I lifted my dress out
of his way watching him lick me. His tongue was hot and
pushed aside my hair and into me. I closed my eyes and
let myself feel deep forbidden sensations that went from
my legs to my thighs up my waist and to my cheeks and
temples. A boy glanced at me across the classroom and I
felt him up my dress where I was naked. I looked down at
my pretty new nightgown and at her Dad's head between my
legs. I felt his breath on me and his fingers spread me
open.
The boy across the room smiled and looked directly up my
dress. I opened my legs a little. He looked at me again
and looked through me, into me and his look traveled
through my legs and thighs along my body making my face
hot and my breath short in lightning waves and I knew
something was happening inside me that was new and an
adventure and held her Dad's head tight against me.
He couldn't leave now. None of them could leave yet. Not
yet. They needed to finish something. Finish me like her
Dad knew how to do. Like Jeffrey wouldn't know for
years. Like my doggie wouldn't understand and that would
puzzle me. But her Dad knew how to finish me so I held
his head and felt his ears and his mouth moving.
A same kind of feeling, a school boy, a pretty doggie
and a different feeling that a Man gives a Woman, in the
evening after removing her evening gown. After removing
her nightgown. After opening her body to touches and
licking and, not this night, but a later night when she
is older, sharing his prick with her cunt; pricking her
cunt as only a man can do and a woman can have done but
this time, first at a picnic a beginning, with a doggie
and his hot tongue a further step, with the look of a
schoolboy on her naked cunt and with her girlfriend's
Dad and his knowledgeable fingers and searching tongue.
The adventure of making her more of a woman than a few
minutes before. She liked being a woman and all the
feelings that went with it made to be so from someone
who knew how to bring her up to be a woman... to bring
her off... finishing her off... making her come.
He covered her with a blanket and carried her to bed;
she pushed her dress back over her legs after her doggie
had finished thoroughly licking her fanny; she had slept
on the blanket among the trees in the field and then it
was that she opened her eyes where she lay on the
recliner and removed her hands from where they had been,
at her waist, dipping in and out and along her fanny,
and then quickening on her stiffness, bringing herself
until her nipples were tight and her fanny rising and
falling to each upstroke and each downstroke.
Then she was resting and covering herself with her
housecoat, settling back against the chair. Her mind was
somehow clear just now. It was very quiet. Even so, in
the next room she could hear the kitty purring loudly.
END
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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