Kevin the Backrub King - An Interlude  (Mg,extreme pedo,feet,message,butt,bottom split)

by Uncle Pan


   Three year old Sissy Collins was sprawled on an easy chair several sizes
too big for her with her bare right foot jutting towards Kevin Lockhart's
very large fingers.  Kevin was sitting in his office chair in front of his
computer, but instead of working on his newest project his fingers were
busy taking the measure of little Sissy's tiny toes, each one of which he
would separate and jiggle this way and that, exercising muscles in her toes
that would normally never get exercised.  In between visits to her toes,
his fingers felt and squeezed and tickled the other parts of her delicate
little foot, the heel, the ball, even the tops.

   Every now and again Kevin's fingers would leave the confines of her foot
to stray onto her calf, lovingly massaging it, and especially the fleshy
part at the rear.  On these diversions he would usually end up at her knee,
which he would also stimulate, again concentrating on the back of the knee.
He would occasionally drift up onto her thighs, but her jeans usually
prevented more than just a cursory exploration of her lower thigh.

   Sissy would lean back, eyes closed, as Kevin explored her pedal
extremity, a dreamy expression lighting up her face.  After a time, usually
a long time, she would change her position and proffer her other foot for
his pedal worship.  Then the process would begin all over again.

   Kevin's foot massages actually began with massages of Sissy's back.  For
Kevin's true expertise comes with his fingers' ability to massage the
soreness out of neck, shoulder, and back muscles and make the recipient
feel a level of peace and relaxation which she had previously never felt.
Kevin Lockhart was forty-two years old.  He had inherited enough of an
income from his father and mother's death, they had died together in an
automobile accident several years before, to have a comfortable living for
himself without his having to hold down a nine to five job.  As a result he
dabbled on his computer.

   Sissy Collins was the second youngest of five children.  She and her
siblings lived next door to Kevin, but because he shared his vintage iMac
computer and his tv with the children, most every afternoon they made
Kevin's home an adjunct of their own.  Kevin knew the importance of a
touching relationship with children.  He was quick with pats on the back or
shoulders with all the children, but from Sissy's birth three years before,
for some reason he knew not why, Sissy was the light of his life, the one
Collins' child which he found himself most attracted to.  There was one boy
and four girls making up the Collins' family.  Charles, the boy, was the
oldest at nine.  Jenny was seven, Sara was five, then came Sissy (Cecile
was her name but no one called her that) at three, and finally perky little
Bonnie, the baby of the lot, at eighteen months.

   Kevin enjoyed all of the children.  They usually invaded his space after
three o'clock in the afternoon when the three school kids got home.  All of
the family usually came over together, the older kids being on the computer
or wrapped up in television, while the little ones cruised here and there.
He had known them since their respective births, and had baby sat Charles
and Jenny a couple of times when they had been a toddler and baby
respectively.  Kevin did not feel the same attraction for the male Collins
child as he did the females.  When he had baby sat Jenny she had been a
couple of months old and he had delighted in removing her diaper and
checking the state of her fleshy vagina, and he had been known to clean the
baby's dewy underside lips with his rampant tongue.  He would also delight
in letting the baby play with his puffy, redheaded rod, which seemed to
amuse her no end.

   But unfortunately such baby sitting opportunities did not present
themselves with the other children.  However, Kevin kept his close
relationship with the children by offering his house, thereby giving their
mother an hour or two's break in the afternoon.  It was during this time
that he happened onto the back rubs of little Sissy.

   There was nothing covert about Kevin's back rubs at first.  He was
deeply attracted to the little girl, and found a great deal of pleasure
running his large but sensitive fingers over as many parts of the girl's
body as he could manage.  It had begun of course with Kevin massaging her
back through her shirt.  He would lovingly stir up circulation in her neck
and shoulders, and paying particular attention to her backbone he would
have his marauding fingers travel up and down her spinal column.  After a
couple of times of doing this through her shirt, he began lifting her shirt
out of his way, massaging her on her bare skin.  Sissy immediately
responded to this new arrangement, and thereafter would come up to Kevin
and facing away from him, would lift up her shirt to indicate he should
work on her bare skin.  He would usually spend the next thirty or forty
minutes working over her neck and shoulder muscles, and then traveling the
length of her spinal column, pinching, prodding, and shoring up the
circulation of blood to that very important bundle of nerves traveling up
her body to her brain.

   Of course, Kevin desired to bring his manipulations to their logical
destination, down to her tiny buttocks, and to the valley that lay between
her thighs, but he did not want to rush things.  And so his fingers would
work their magic along her spinal column, occasionally slipping under the
elastic waistband of her jeans to end their journey at her tailbone.  He
was doing this from a position of sitting next to her, as she held up her
blouse and leaned forward in the easy chair, her face showing a look of
peace and pleasure.

   One day as she was sitting next to him in the big chair, after he had
worked over both of her feet she had slid up to the front of the chair
pulling up her blouse, indicating he should give her a rub on her bare
back. No more of a hint was needed.  Kevin kneaded her neck and her
shoulders, crimped her backbone from her neck down to her tailbone, his
fingers easily slipping under the elastic of her jeans.  His wandering
fingers even slipped around to her front to try and stimulate her barely
detectable nipples.  She made not a sound during Kevin's maneuvers, but her
face got that look of serenity that his fingers always seemed to bring on.

   Kevin's fingers returned to her spinal column, which it again stimulated
from the neck down to her tailbone.  The elastic on this day's pair of
jeans was more pliant than previous waistbands had been, and on this day
Kevin had found it a natural progression to move from her tailbone to the
springiness of her tiny buttocks.  He visited each buttock in turn, his
fingers lovingly kneading the one, and then the other, until he had tested
both's ability to quickly return to it's original shape no matter what his
fingers had done to them, after which he returned to her tailbone and
worked his way back up her spinal column.  He had carefully noted her
expression as he dallied on her derriere, it showed its usual tranquillity.
There was no sign of nervousness or discomfort, either from her facial
expression, or from any signals his fingers had received while working over
her hindquarters.

   Sissy showed no signs of impatience, or wanting to end her massage, and
so Kevin once again moved around to her front side, tweaking her nipples
when he could discern them by touch, and working on the swell of her belly.
He briefly poked his fingers under her waistband from the front to see if
there would be a negative reaction.  There was none.  In her mind he seemed
to have established his right to travel beneath her waistband from either
her front or back side.

   Moving around to her back he once again worked his way down her spinal
column from neck to tailbone.  And from her tailbone it was logical for his
fingers to reencompass the elasticity of her firm little buttocks, once
again kneading, crimping, and twisting them this way and that.  But this
time he finished his stay exploring her southern flank by laying his middle
finger along the length of her bottom crack.  Since she was seated, he had
to maneuver his finger several times before it would sit the entire length,
but when he finally got it situated it transmitted lovely signals to his
brain.  He would move his finger back and forth in a regular rhythm, again
carefully noting her expression.  It was angelic, and it again told him he
was doing something right.

   These little trysts between Kevin and Sissy did not happen in a vacuum.
Usually two, or sometimes three of her older siblings were busily playing
games or Googling on the vintage iMac, which between it and Kevin's own
computer had completely blocked their view of Sissy as she lay comfortably
stretched out in the big easy chair to the left of Kevin's computer. 
Occasionally one or another of Sissy's siblings would spy her getting a
backrub from Kevin, and out of jealousy would threaten to tell on her, but
Sissy would make a face at them and stubbornly hike up her blouse for the
rub to continue.

   One day, when Kevin had trouble getting his middle finger laid along the
length of her bottom crack because she was sitting solidly on her butt, she
surprised him by standing up, and moving over close to him while facing
away, thereby leaving him with perfect clearance for his middle finger to
align with her bottom split.  He got the idea immediately and soon had his
finger making rhythmic movements, with her corresponding movements echoing
his.  He was sure he could feel moisture along with her warmth, and though
she did not seem to climax, she did seem to be having a most enjoyable
experience, as she was rocking back and forth.

   It was while she was standing there that Kevin decided to reaffirm his
right to a front side entry.  His explore of her butt cheeks and bottom
crack had been with his left hand, so not wanting his right hand to feel
left out he gingerly slipped it under her front waistband and began to
explore her lower belly and mound.  He was most impressed with the
springiness of her pubes which he couldn't really feel properly from his
previous backside vantage point, her pubes were distinct and full, firm but
pliant.  Although she was facing away from him, Kevin followed his
attentions on her pubes with the lying in of his middle finger along the
valley of her passions.  He began a slow rhythm, which she immediately
began echoing.  After a moment he slipped his left hand onto her buttocks
from the rear, and began kneading those rubbery half globes, which caused
signals from both sets of fingers to flood his senses.

   As his rhythm increased she began to heat up, and dampen, and he could
barely make out a funny feeling place near the front of her split. 
"Rockaby baby," he crooned to himself as he rocked her on his fingers.  "In
the treetops, when the wind blows the cradle will rock. . ." She was
rocking right along with the words.  "And when the bough breaks the cradle
will fall," and he increased the tempo and pressure, "And down will come
cradle, baby and all." And so it was that little Sissy Collins played ride
'em cowgirl and bucking broncho on Kevin's Lockhart's middle finger.  And
she rocked and she rolled.


The End

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