Copyright (c) 1997, Clayton, ALL Rights Reserved
Clayton's Children - The Babysitter (Mggg, cons, inc)
By Clayton or <clayton@nym.alias.net>
Copyright (c) Clayton 1997. Permission is given to freely distribute
this document electronically, providing the entire document is
preserved intact and no monies, beyond normal board or site
membership charges, are charged for its distribution. (Ken Nestle,
this means you.)
Warning: This story contains descriptions of sex between an adult
male and preteen children. If this is not your cup of tea stop
reading now.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. No illegal activity described
herein was carried out, this document details fantasies that took
place late at night when I was alone in bed. I firmly believe that
no fifteen minutes of pleasure is worth the innocence of a child.
Besides, I derive much pleasure from the company of children, playing
with them or simply watching them at play, I am not going to risk
this for any momentarily heightened sense of pleasure.
If you are under the age of eighteen the law says I've got to tell
you to go away, so, "Go away!" Common sense says you're going to
ignore me, so don't blame me if you go blind, your parents find you
in possession of this document or your cum causes your space bar to
stop working.
If this type of material is illegal in your city, state, country,
then see above, substituting "law enforcement agency" in place of
"parents".
If you're a member of the moral minority, religious right, or any
other such control group then read on, my aim is to offend you as
much as possible. People like you who would force others to fit your
narrow minded little world views are a blight upon the landscape. My
personal philosophy is that of "Rational Anarchy" ie. anyone should
feel free to do as they please such that their actions do not
adversely impact on the lives of others.
Introduction: Primus - The origin of the title: Over the years I have
found myself looking after a large number of children, many of whom
have at one time or another developed severe crushes on me. As time
went by I discovered that I enjoyed their company more and more,
often I found myself with them, discussing the intricacies of the
transformers, comparing various superheros against one and other, and
spending less time with their parents. Finally someone remarked that
the children might as well be mine. And so my Clayton's children
came to be, "The child you're having when you're not having a child."
Secundus - This is a story of make believe, it describes what might
have been in a very different world. If you feel an uncontrollable
desire to carry out the activities described in this type of story,
then stop reading now and seek professional help.
Tertius - You might find this story to be a little long winded for
your tastes and too much prose separating the 'Rumpety, Pumpety'.
Well too bad, I'm starting to get just a little sick of those stories
in which the narrator has their partner undressed by the third
paragraph, has them orgasming in the fifth and is working on their
second encounter or their next partner by the tenth.
Quatrius - I hope you find my choice of phrasing to be an improvement
over some recent stories that I have seen in the newsgroups, these
stories appear to have been written either cut and paste or by an AI.
If the former then shame on you and if the latter then I commend you
and urge you to improve your algorithm to include more descriptive
phrases and less repetition.
Clayton's Children - The Babysitter
Chapter 1 - Shanghaied
"Hey Greg!" my mate, CJ call's from across the room, "Are you doing
anything this afternoon?"
"No, why?" as soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them.
"Good, you can give me a lift over to the ex's." he says and I groan.
"Why can't you catch the bloody bus?" I grumble half heartedly.
"What do you think I keep you for?" He grins back at me through his
bushy beard. "Besides, there's a couple of cones in it for you." he
continues, waving a baggie beside his ear.
"You've talked me into it." I grin back, "When do you want to leave?"
"Oh, in about four or five cones." he replies, retrieving the
scissors from under the cushion of his chair. He pulls the old
speaker, that we use for a table, between his legs and grabs the bowl
and bong from inside the enclosure.
"Here, dry these." he says, tossing a couple of cigarettes in my
direction.
I catch one as it passes my ear, and pick up the other from between
my legs as he starts to cut up the stick. I run the cigarettes
through a lighter flame, driving off all the excess moisture. When
I'm done, I lean over and lay them on top of the speaker, next to the
bowl and sit back to wait for CJ to finish.
A little later, he picks them up and crumbles them into the bowl,
mixing the finely chopped green into tobacco. He quickly packs the
cone and setting his lips to the neck of the bong, lights it and
pulls the sweet smoke deep into his lungs. Then while holding the
smoke in, he packs the cone again and passes it to me.
"Thanks." I say and light up, pulling hard to clear a seed that
blocks the stem.
I hand the bong back to CJ and lean back in the chair, savouring the
sensation, as the smoke does its work and my head starts to spin.
"Good stuff." I gasp.
"Is there any other kind?" he says as he packs the cone. Waving the
bong in the direction of the door, he asks, "Should we?"
I wrinkle my nose, "I guess we'd better."
"Danny," he cries in a breathy whisper, "Danny, ... Danny." He waits
a few seconds, "I called him. You heard me, didn't you?"
"Yes." I assent and he lifts the bong to his lips.
Then just as he's about to light up, the door opens and Danny sticks
his ugly face through the door. "Must be my pipe." he says, coming
in and closing the door behind him. "You two are bastards, you know?
You come into my house and you use my smoking room and my bong.
Who's cigarettes did you use?" he asks, then catching the half grin
on CJ's face, he goes on, "And my bloody cigarettes too."
"We called." CJ objects, "Didn't we Greg?"
"Yes." I agree solemnly.
"Yeah right. Give me that fucking bong." Danny snatches it from
CJ's hand. "And get out of my fucking chair."
CJ relinquishes his place and pulls the speaker over to a new seat in
the least comfortable chair in the room. Danny sits down and
snatches the proffered lighter from my hand. He lights the bong and
punches it, before throwing the lighter back at me, hard enough to
sting, when it impacts in my palm.
Over the next twenty minutes or so, we polish off the mix and move
out into the lounge to listen to a little Hawkwind. No sooner do I
take my seat, than a semi-guided organic missile leaves its place in
front of the television and launches itself into my lap.
Sandy's feet come perilously close to the family jewels, as she
stands up and entangles both of her chubby fists in my beard. With a
quick jerk, she pulls my head forwards and playfully snaps at my
nose. On the third snap, her forehead impacts painfully against mine
and I jerk backwards, grimacing as her hands in my beard pull me up
short.
She giggles as I rub my forehead with one hand and extricate her
fingers from my beard with the other. I then proceed to make
munching noises as I pull her tiny fists to my mouth.
Shrieking, she pulls her fists from my grasp and plumps down into my
lap, her nappy thankfully lessening the impact. She then extends a
single finger towards me. I snap at it and she jerks it back with a
painfully shrill, shrieking giggle. Over and over again, I snap at
her tiny finger, rewarded each time with another piercing shriek.
Finally I trap her hand in mine and pull it to my mouth, easily
taking the small fist between my teeth, where I proceed to give it a
generous coating of spit.
Danny and CJ laugh at her disgusted expression and when I release her
hand, she jerks it back and wipes it on the front of her t-shirt. A
few seconds later a look of concentration appears on her face and I
feel a spreading dampness in my lap.
Looking down, I see that the little minx has pulled the leg of her
plastics to one side and her pee is seeping through her nappy to soak
me. "Sandy!" I cry in and outraged tone.
Her only response is to giggle and pull her nappy far enough aside to
squirt the last few dribbles directly onto my crotch.
By this time CJ and Danny have worked out what is going on and are
laughing uproariously, Danny on the floor in front of his chair.
"Here," I say, rising from my seat. Holding Sandy at arm's length, I
move to stand in front of Danny, "She's your daughter."
"Uh-uh," he returns with a grin, "it's your fault, you clean her up."
Tucking the dripping toddler under my arm, I head for her bedroom,
grabbing a wet cloth from the bathroom on the way. Once there, I
strip her plastic pants off and drop them on the floor, beside the
bucket and unfasten the pins, holding her nappy on. I drop the
saturated square of cloth in the bucket and toss her, shrieking, onto
the bed.
As I kneel beside her bed, she seizes her toes in her fingers and
presents her tiny pussy to me. I quickly wipe the outside of her
slightly reddened vulva and her dimpled bottom clean with the cloth.
I then use the fingers of my free hand to separate her baby labia.
For a few seconds, I gaze at the glistening pink crevasse between
them, marvelling at her tiny clitoris, the size of a grain of rice,
hidden behind its hood. An inch lower down, the opening of her
little vagina winks at me. I then slowly wipe the last traces of
piss from between her plump pussy lips.
She smiles at me, from between her knees, as I allow a fingertip to
brush over her tiny clit and down the smooth valley separating her
fat labia. Then as I use the cloth to unnecessarily clean the tiny
pucker of her little pink anus, I wet the little finger of my other
hand in my mouth and press the tip against her tiny vaginal opening,
feeling it open up to accept me and clasp half of the first joint in
an exquisite embrace.
Dropping the cloth, I gently remove and reinsert my finger tip, while
she makes little cooing giggles of pleasure. Inside my pants, my
cock hardens, painfully confined within my tight jeans.
Leaning forwards, I plant a wet kiss on her puffy labia and flick the
tip of my tongue over her now hard little clit. Rising, I withdraw
my finger and pop it into my mouth, savouring the sweet taste of her
baby juices.
Rising, I adjust my straining cock into a more comfortable position
as I go and get a nappy from the hanger beside the door. When I turn
back Sandy is rubbing her fingers back and forth over her tiny little
clitoris, cooing with pleasure. For a few moments, I stand there,
watching the beautiful, eighteen month old toddler happily
masturbating.
Dropping back to my knees, I lower my head and drool a small gob of
spittle onto her busy fingers. Then wetting my finger, I once more
insinuate the tip into the warm clasp of her tiny vagina, stopping
when the tip reaches the thin membrane of her hymen.
With short, quarter inch strokes, I gently finger fuck the little
girl, the motions of her fat little fingers become faster and faster
as she approaches her climax. Within thirty seconds, her cherubic
face screws up in a grimace of ecstasy and I feel a rhythmic
squeezing and relaxation as her tiny vagina contracts on the tip of
my little finger.
Gently extricating my finger from the sweet moistness of her young
vagina, I lift it to her lips. She opens her mouth and eagerly
accepts the proffered digit, contentedly suckling, long after all
traces of her delicate juices are gone.
I lower my face between her chubby thighs and apply my tongue to the
tight pucker of her baby arsehole. She releases my finger with a
cooing giggle as I slowly drag my tongue upwards over the tiny
entrance to her vagina, tasting the sweet, delicate juices that seep
from within. I give a final flick to her softening clitoris with the
tip of my tongue and look up into her smiling face. Smiling back as
she fights to keep her eyes open.
Rising on shaky legs, I use a corner of the nappy to dry her sweet
vulva. Then folding it, I slip it beneath her dimpled bottom and pin
it in place. Slipping a clean pair of plastics on her, I lift her
smiling, tired body into my arms. She throws her arms around my neck
and holds her smiling face up to me, her lips pursed as she waits for
me to kiss her.
I deliver the kiss and she rests her head on my shoulder, snuggling
her face into my neck. Within seconds, she is emitting tiny, little
snores and I pull back the covers and lower her to the pillow.
Pulling up the covers I kiss her flushed cheeks and look into her
smiling face for a few seconds.
I gather up her damp plastics and take them and the cloth through the
kitchen to the laundry. On my return, I meet Angela, Sandy's mother,
coming in through the front door and I rush to help her carry the
shopping through to the kitchen.
"Where's Sandy?" she asks, gazing down at the damp patch on my
groin. "I see She's piddled on you again." she says with a grin.
"Yeah, as a pay back for licking her hand." I grin back, "I just put
her down for a nap." I say, waving a bag in the direction of the
partially closed door to Sandy's bedroom.
"I don't know how you do it." Angela says, shaking her head as she
peers in on her somnolent daughter. "It takes me forever to get her
settled."
"Hammersthetic." I joke.
"I can almost believe you." she says, "Where's Danny?"
"In there with CJ." I say, indicating the closed door of the smoking
room.
"I might have known." She says, "He better have left some for me
this time."
Together, we enter the room and Angela takes a seat in Danny's lap as
I drop into the chair beside CJ. He hands the bong to Angela, then
takes only the cone when she extends it back towards him. Packing
it, he drops it back into the stem and she smokes the second pipe.
He then gives me two, which finishes off the mix. "Ok, lets go." he
says to me, rising from his chair. "But you'd better get changed
first."
We say our goodbyes and head next door to my place, where I clean
myself up and put on a fresh change of clothes. Grabbing my keys, we
go out to my car and I follow his directions to his ex-girlfriend's
house.
Chapter 2 - Alison and Rene
I pull up in front of a neat brick veneer. Though obviously built by
the housing commission, it has a much more homey look and feel than
many of the other, almost identical, houses in the street. Instead
of a bare lawn, it sports a well-tended garden, that is a riot of
color, and many young trees break up the stark lines of the house.
The porch is a solid mass of greenery, with rank after rank of ferns
and orchids almost totally obscuring the wrought iron rack that
supports their pots. Hanging from the eaves, geraniums, maiden hair
ferns and plants that I can not name, further serve to give the
'efficiently' designed house character.
I see a curtain twitch in one of the windows as we make our way up
the concrete path to the front door. Before CJ can knock, it is
flung open forcing him to dodge backwards as the screen door flies
open in his face.
With shrieks of "Daddy!", two juvenile bundles of energy launch
themselves at CJ as he crouches and gathers them into his arms. Now
that they are relatively motionless, they resolve themselves into two
blonde beauties. The elder looks to be about nine or ten years old
and after kissing her father on the cheeks, she looks up at me
brazenly. The younger of the two, who is about five, huddles closer
to CJ and peers suspiciously past his shoulder to look at me.
"Who's he?" she asks pointing at me.
"Don't point." CJ says, "You'll poke holes in the air and trip up
the fairies."
Both girls giggle, though the elder of the two rolls her eyes, as if
she had heard the joke more than once before. Stubbornly, the five
year old repeats, "Who's he?"
"Girls, this is Greg." CJ informs them, "Greg, this is my daughter,
Alison." The older girl, grins up at me and extends her hand towards
me. I take it in mine and as I shake it, I feel her middle finger
curl between our hands and scratch my palm. My eyes widen and her
grin widens to match, the tip of her tongue protruding from between
her lips and moistening them.
"And this is Rene." he says, trying to turn the shy five year old
towards me, but she just clings tighter to him and buries her face
against his neck.
"Hi CJ." a woman's voice causes me to look up and I drop Alison's
hand like a hot potato as I gaze into the stunning blue eyes of a
bombshell blonde. She notices my hasty action and a brief smile
flickers across her lips, but all she says is. "Well aren't you
going to introduce me?"
"Oh, sorry Honey." he stammers, "Cheryl, this is Greg, he lives next
door to Danny's. Greg, this is my sort of ex-girlfriend Cheryl."
"Oh yes." she says giving me a megawatt smile, "CJ's told me all
about you."
Rising, with Rene still attached like a limpet, he gathers Cheryl up
in a hug and kisses her soundly. "Happy birthday Honey." he says
when he releases her.
Giggling, she invites us into the house and I see her green thumb at
work here too. Ferns and philodendrons occupy pots in the entry and
a wicker screen is almost completely covered with variegated ivy.
She leads us through, into the lounge where even more plants occupy
the corners and spaces beside the furniture.
Ushering us into seats, Cheryl asks me, "What do you like to drink
Greg, tea or coffee?"
Tea thanks, white with three." I reply.
"Alison, come and help me." she instructs as she goes through into
the kitchen. Alison returns a minute later with a plate of biscuits
and a cup of cordial for her little sister. Throwing me a bright
smile she disappears back into the kitchen, emerging a few minutes
later with her mother. Alison carries her own drink and a steaming
mug, which she hands to me, before plumping down onto the couch
beside me.
Cheryl waits for CJ to rearrange Rene on his lap, then hands him his
drink before taking a seat in the chair opposite him. She instructs
Alison to hand around the biscuits and with a flourish the beautiful
young girl presents me with the plate. Her stoop causes the top of
her blouse to gape open and I get a good view of her nascent breasts.
The areola have just begun to darken and are pushed up into small
half spherical mounds the size of small plums.
I lift my eyes to her face and her grin tells me that she knows
exactly where I have been looking. Turning her face slightly to one
side, she conceals her lips from her parents view and briefly puckers
them. As she turns away from me, I find myself crossing my legs to
hide a growing bulge and wishing for an opportunity to be alone with
this forward young girl.
After taking the plate around to her parents and sister, she returns
to her seat beside me. As Cheryl, CJ and I chat and sip our drinks,
I notice Rene peeking at me over the top of her cup, ducking her head
each time my gaze meets hers. Slowly though, she becomes bolder and
a few minutes later she scrambles from her father's lap. Setting her
empty cup on the coffee table, she keeps its solid bulk between us as
she stares curiously at my face.
Rather than discomfit her, I keep my face turned towards her parents
and continue with the conversation, while watching her out of the
corner of my eye. Is seems that they too are watching her antics,
their attention constantly switching between their youngest daughter
and me.
Slowly, Rene sidles around the end of the table furthest from her
parents and disappears from my view. The conversation descends
further and further into inanities, as I follow her progress in her
parents eyes. They seem almost to be holding their breath as Rene's
progress slows. A minute or so later, Alison utters loud protests as
her little sister forces her way into the six inch gap that separates
her body from mine.
On the other side of the room, Cheryl's and CJ's look relieved and I
turn my head and look down at the little cutie jammed up against my
hip. She looks back solemnly and ventures a tiny smile, which widens
as I grin back at her. I rock my jaw from side to side, causing my
long beard to waggle and her smile becomes a giggle as she snatches
at it.
Momentarily forgetting who she is, I snap at her fingers as if she
was Sandy and she snatches them back with a scared look. Then
reassured by my grin, she tries again, once more snatching her
fingers back as my teeth meet with a clack an inch from the tips.
She smiles tentatively and slowly extends her fingers, jerking them
back as I bob my head. This goes on for a few moments longer, her
smile widening into a grin as she grows bolder. Then with a crow of
triumph her hand darts forwards and she entangles her fingers in my
beard, tugging gently.
I grimace theatrically and she giggles delightedly. Then as she tugs
again and again, Cheryl cries, "Rene!" and with a frightened look,
she jerks her hand back, accidentally pulling three or four wiry
hairs from my chin. Seeing them, she looks almost ready to burst
into tears.
Before she can scramble from the couch, I take her hand and
re-entangle it in my beard. Then looking across at Cheryl I say,
"She's fine, at least SHE doesn't want to play 'butts'."
Cheryl gives me a quizzical look and CJ explains, "Danny's kid, likes
to headbutt and she isn't gentle, your ears'll be ringing and she'll
still be giggling."
"Oh!" She and CJ exchange a look and she nods.
"Uh Greg?" CJ clears his throat.
I look over to him and warily ask, "Yes?"
"Would you do us a big favour?"
"Like what?"
"Look after the kids so I can take Cheryl out for her birthday." he
replies.
My heart leaps at the thought of being left, more or less alone with
Alison, but not wanting to appear too eager, I ask, "Why me?"
Cheryl replies, "Because my dad's had a little heart scare the other
day and he's in hospital. Mum's too busy being worried to look after
these two. He's all right, but I was worried we'd have to cancel
this weekend.
"CJ told me how good you are with Sandy and the other kids that come
around there, so I told him to bring you around and we'd see how Rene
reacted to you. She's terribly shy and we usually get my parents to
look after them on our weekends."
I hold up my hand to interrupt her and say, "Hang on, that's the
second time you said weekend. You want me to look after your kids
for the entire weekend?"
"Uh-huh." she replies, "Would you do it please? We'll pay you of
course."
Glaring at CJ, I growl, "I think I've been had." I then ask, "How
much?" trying to sound mercenary, while hiding my inner elation at
having an obviously willing Alison to myself for two whole days.
"How does an ounce of prime buds sound?" CJ asks with a grin.
"I'll do it!" I reply. "Just what are these weekends anyway?"
"Well, it's like this." Cheryl explains, "CJ and I get on really
well until we start spending a lot of time in each other's company
and then we start fighting like cats and dogs. It was starting to
upset Alison, so CJ moved out before we became enemies. Then on my
birthday, CJ came over and all but kidnapped us. We left Alison with
my parents and the two off us spent an absolutely glorious weekend
down at Lakes Entrance.
When we got back, we had another go at making things work, but the
same things happened all over again and again CJ decided to leave.
On his birthday, I left Alison with my Mum and Dad and I took him up
to Echuca.
"After that it became a tradition. We'd take each other somewhere on
our birthdays and at Christmas we'd take Alison and later Rene too,
camping. Then before the fighting started we'd go our separate ways
again. CJ often spends Saturday nights here with me and the girls.
It sounds weird, but it works for us, the girls still have a father
and they never have to see us fighting."
"So where are you going this time?" I ask.
"On a paddle steamer cruise on the Murray." CJ replies with a grin
at Cheryl.
"You got the tickets!" she shrieks springing from her chair to
launch herself at CJ and plaster kisses all over his face.
A gentle tug on my beard reminds me of Rene's presence and I look
down into her serious little face. "Are you going to look after us?"
she asks.
"Would you like that?" I ask in return.
"Uh-huh." she replies, nodding gravely.
"What about you?" I look up at Alison.
"You bet." she grins, licking her lips.
Suddenly Cheryl pulls back and exclaims, "Shit, we'd better get
moving."
"Relax," CJ soothes, "we've got plenty of time, we don't have to be
there until seven."
"What about Greg?" she objects, "He'll have to get some clothes and
I have to put clean sheets on my bed."
"Don't worry about me," I say, "I keep an overnight bag in the car so
I'm all right there. What about you CJ? Do you need a lift to get
your stuff."
"No, we'd already packed Cheryl's car when her father had his turn."
he replies.
Cheryl has pulled a book in her lap, using it as a rest as she busily
scribbles away. As she writes she says, "The kids can have fish and
chips for tea tonight and pizza tomorrow, can you manage sandwiches
for their lunches? Rene has Rice Bubbles for breakfast, and Alison
likes Vita-Brits. Here's my mother's phone number and address and
the number for the hospital. CJ get the number for the Echuca
Police, just in case he has to get hold of us."
As CJ gets the phone book, Cheryl rattles on with her instructions.
"Rene goes to bed at eight o'clock, Alison can stay up until nine
thirty, ten at the latest. Make sure Rene goes to the toilet before
she goes to sleep and has nothing to drink after seven. She still
wets the bed sometimes.
"Rene shouldn't give you any trouble and Alison had better not, if
she knows what's good for her."
As she speaks, I make all of the appropriate noises in the right
places and when she finishes, I reassure her, "You go ahead and have
a good time, we'll be fine."
Over the next hour, while CJ and Cheryl shower and get dressed for
dinner, I get to know Rene better, answering Alison's scowl with a
whispered "Later." She brightens up at this and joins in my games
with Rene. Though she tries to steal the show by giving me a glimpse
down the front of her shirt at every opportunity and sitting opposite
me with her legs crossed, giving me a clear view of her pink, cotton
knickers.
Whenever Rene looks away, she drops her fingers into her lap and rubs
at her pussy as though scratching an itch. Once, when Rene runs off
to get something from her room, Alison draws the damp gusset of her
knickers to one side, revealing the smooth white flesh of her vulva.
Still maintaining the pretence of scratching an itch, she brings her
other hand down and rubs at the glistening pink crease separating her
sweet pussy lips.
She calmly releases the elastic, as Rene clatters back into the room
carrying a coloring book and her Crayons. Rene tugs me over to sit
at the coffee table and uses my lap as a seat, her squirming to get
comfortable causes my semi-rigid prick to harden completely.
Alison moves to kneel beside me, and pokes the finger that had just
been between her legs out at me. I playfully snap at it, expecting
her to jerk it away. Instead she holds it still and my teeth close
bare millimetres from the tip. I look into her eyes and I'm met by a
challenging look. So taking her dare, I cover my teeth with my lips
and close them around the proffered finger, taking my first taste of
her sweet pussy.
At the same time Rene looks up and jeers at her sister, "Ha, he got
you. I'm better than you."
Alison and I exchange grins and pulling her finger free of my lips,
she agrees with a laugh, "Yeah, I guess you are."
Rising, she leaves the room and returns with a coloring book of her
own and a set of Derwent pencils. "Move over." she orders her
little sister. Using her hip to shove Rene to one side, she
appropriates my left knee, forcing me to place a hand on each of
their waists to support them. Pretending to lose her balance, she
steadies herself, her hand falling into my lap directly on top of my
still firm prick.
She gasps and snatches her hand back. I look down into her face, to
be met by a look compounded of surprise and embarrassment. She turns
to the table and opens her book to a picture of Ariel, the little
mermaid. Then carefully selecting just the right shade of blue-green
she pokes her tongue from the corner of her mouth and begins to
carefully color Ariel's tail.
Just as my leg begins to go to sleep, CJ and Cheryl come to my
rescue. "Girls, we're going now, don't be pests and mind what Greg
tells you."
The girls scramble from my knees, Alison giving my now soft member
another exploratory feel, as she pushes herself to her feet. I climb
to my feet, pins and needles burning in my leg and I limp over to
where Alison and Rene are receiving kisses goodbye.
Cheryl notices my limp and grins, saying, "You shouldn't let them
take advantage of you like that, especially Alison, she's too heavy."
"Forget it, Cheryl." CJ says, "That's why he's so good with kids, he
lets them do whatever they want with him. But at the same time, he
doesn't let them get away with any shit."
"Ok, we turned the spa on for you kids, but you're not to get in
unless Greg's with you. ok?"
Both girls greet this announcement with loud cheers and readily agree
to the restriction.
"The water should be hot enough in about an hour. Don't let them
totally cook themselves. Here are the keys and here's the money for
the fish and chips and pizzas and bread and milk in the morning.
We'll be back about ten Sunday night." Cheryl delivers final
instructions and hands me a fifty dollar note.
"Can we get a video?" Alison asks eagerly.
"One each." Cheryl answers, "There should be enough there, if not
I'll fix you up when we get back. There's a video store up next to
the milkbar. Alison will show you where it is, just don't let her
get anything too gory. Girls, you be good for Greg and do whatever
he says."
She stoops to deliver a final kiss to each of the two girls and as
she releases them they move over to their father. He sweeps them up
in his arms and gives them a bear hug, winking at me, he whispers in
their ears and slips a folded five dollar note into their hands.
"Thanks mate, you don't know how much I appreciate this." CJ says,
slipping a tightly rolled baggie into my hand as he shakes it,
rolling his eyes in the direction of Cheryl.
"Thank you Greg." Cheryl says and surprises me by pulling me into a
hug. "Here, don't smoke it until Rene's in bed and don't let Alison
have more than two cones. The bong's over the stove."
CJ misinterprets my stunned mullet expression and grins at me, "Yeah
she has that effect on me too."
The girls and I escort CJ and Cheryl to the car and I stand with them
at the end of the driveway, as they wave until the car turns at the
end of the street. I look down into their up turned faces and ask,
Ok, what do you want to do?"
Chapter 3 - Set Up?
"Get a video." Alison cries.
At the same time, Rene waves her five dollar note and declares, "Buy
lots of lollies."
"I think we can manage that in one trip." I say with a grin.
Checking that I have the keys, I pull the door shut and take hold of
Rene's hand, allowing Alison to lead me up the road to the shops.
Immediately we enter the milkbar, Rene makes a beeline for the
counter and holds up the five dollar note. "Lollies, I want lot's of
lollies." She informs the girl behind the counter.
The girl's eyes flick from the money to Rene to me and she raises an
eyebrow in true Spock fashion.
"It's all right." I hastily say, "I'm looking after them for the
weekend, while their parents are away."
The girl laughs at my frightened expression and says, "I'm not
worried about that. I know Rene and there's no way a stranger could
get anywhere near her. I'm just wondering if you're prepared for the
mess, when she deposits five dollars worth of lollies on the carpet."
"I get you're point." I grin back, "Make it a dollar and she can buy
some more tomorrow. Alison, the same goes for you."
Alison, returns two of the four chocolate bars she is holding, to the
shelf and looks up at me pleadingly. "Ok, but that's it." I relent,
"And you don't eat them until after dinner."
Grinning happily, she waits at the counter for the girl to finish
filling a bag for Rene and they hand over their money. When they
receive their change, Rene holds up the well-filled paper bag in one
hand and the four gold coins in the other, crowing at her incredible
bargaining skills.
Thanking the girl, we leave the shop and go into the next, where we
order our fish and chips. "Let's get our videos while they're
cooking." Alison says.
As we enter the video store, I suggest, "Why don't we let Rene choose
the movie for tonight and you can get yours tomorrow."
"Ok," she agrees and a few minutes later, we emerge with a copy of My
Little Pony. We collect the fish and chips and head back to their
home.
Rene wants to watch the movie straight away, but I suggest that she
wait until after we have eaten. I send Alison to get a couple of
towels from the bathroom and lay them out on the floor.
Setting dinner in the middle, I restrain them while we say grace.
"Two, four, six, eight. Bog in, don't wait."
They take me at my word and they tear into their dinner like starving
animals. Rene singes her fingers on her piece of fish and I show her
how to tear off a strip of paper and wrap it around the battered
fillet.
Within minutes, dinner is but a memory and a few scattered crumbs,
which Rene assiduously hunts down and consumes. "Can I watch
'Ponies' now?" she asks.
"Yep." I agree, "And you can eat some of your lollies too." Taking
the cassette from Its case, I pop it into the VCR and sit back,
resigned to an hour of saccharine sweetness.
"Hey lets get in the spa." Alison says to me once her little sister
is engrossed with the television set.
Immediately, Rene leaps up and hits 'stop' and yells, "Yay, Me too,
I'll watch 'Ponies' later."
Alison's face drops a little at her sister's intrusion, but wisely
says nothing. She leads me out through the back door to where a fern
filled conservatory has been built onto the back of the house.
Sunken into the middle of the floor, totally concealed from outside
view, is a large spa bath.
"Hang on you two," I say, "you get your bathers, while I get some
shorts from my car."
"Why?" Alison objects, "We never wear bathers in the spa with Mum
and Dad."
"That's different." I say, "I don't think your mother would like it
if I got in with you two without any clothes on."
While Alison and I have been speaking, Rene has stripped off her
clothes and is standing, naked, by the edge of the spa. "Hurry up,"
she cries, "I'm getting cold."
"Greg says we've got to wear our bathers because Mum wouldn't like it
if we were rudie nudies with him." Alison says to her little sister.
"Oh!" A frightened look creeps onto Rene's face, "Does that mean I'm
naughty?" she asks in a quavering voice, her lower lip trembling.
"No Rene," I reassure her, "but you'd better put your bathers on."
Immediately her whole demeanour brightens and the next thing I know,
my arms are full of delighted, squirming, naked little girl. With
this, I realise what Cheryl meant by my not having any trouble with
her. A look of censure would have her near tears, while a raised
voice would probably have her bawling for hours and to raise your
hand to her in anger would probably drive her into catatonia.
"Will you help me?" she asks, "I always get it wrong."
"I don't know." I demure.
"Please?" she begs with irresistible, doe like eyes.
"You'd better do it," Alison advises, "or she'll look at you like
that for the rest of the night."
"Ok," I laugh, "I don't think I could take that."
Again, I see that bright smile, that, with a little self confidence,
would match her mother's. "Oh thank you." she cries, giving a
little wriggle, that abruptly stops as her mouth opens in surprise.
Suddenly I realise that my hand has slipped on her little bottom and
the side of my finger now rests in the crease of her plump little
pussy. I quickly readjust my grip and turn to Alison, asking, "Could
you take my keys and get my bag out of the boot of my car?"
"Sure." she agrees cheerfully and unsnaps my keys from my pants.
"Which one is it?" she asks.
I shift Rene to my hip and pick out the right key for Alison. As she
goes outside, I carry Rene to her room and lower her to the floor.
"Where are your bathers?" I ask.
"In here." she says, going over to her chest of drawers and pulling
out the top drawer. "Lift me up." she says.
I slip my hands around her tiny waist and lift her until she can see
into the drawer. Lifting one leg between hers, I rest the toe on a
drawer handle and lower her to sit astride my thigh. She rummages
through her underwear for a few moments and pulls out a blue ball of
stretch lycra.
She shoves the drawer closed and indicates with a wriggle, that she
wants to get down. I lower her to the floor and take her bathers
from her hand. Shaking them out, I sort out front from back and hold
them open for her to step into. I pull them up snug into her crotch
and help her get her arms through the right holes, settling the
shoulder straps with a light snap onto her shoulders.
She steps back a couple of steps and I survey her, noticing that the
strip of cloth between her legs is half caught up between her pussy
lips. Motioning her back to me, I slip a finger under the
elasticised leg band and pull it straight, the back of my knuckle
just brushing the exquisitely smooth skin of her plump vulva. Her
eyes widen a little at the intimate touch, but the smile on her lips
never wavers.
I withdraw my hand and she holds out her arms to me. Then just as I
go to pick her up, Alison says from the doorway, "Here's your stuff."
Giving Rene a pat on the bottom, I say, "You go and wait in front of
the fire, we'll be there in a minute." I rise and take my bag and
keys from Alison, telling her, "Go and get changed."
In the master bedroom, I quickly strip, pull on a pair of speedos
(left over from summer) and slip on the towelling robe that I keep in
the bag. Leaving the room, I catch a glimpse of Alison through her
half open door. She is naked from the waist up, tying the string at
the side of her bottoms.
I'm just about to turn away, when she notices me. "Greg," she calls,
"come here. I can't get this knot undone."
I stick my head through the door for a closer look and see that the
strings on one side of her bikini bottoms are well and truly snarled.
As I move into the room I get a good look at her little tits. Just
beginning to sprout, they are tiny, almost hemispherical mounds,
entirely covered by the crinkled, pink/brown skin of her areola.
Surmounting them, are her pea sized nipples which stand slightly
stiffened by the cool late autumn air.
She thrusts these out at me proudly and I start to think that this is
a put up job. When I kneel at her side and take the snarled strings
from her, a quick inspection confirms my guess. I can see where the
original bow was tied and the new knot contains so many loops that it
could not possibly have formed accidentally.
I give her an accusing glance and she responds by grinning down at me
and letting go of her bathers. They fall a few inches before the
strings in my hand pull them up short, revealing the top of her
beautiful pre-teen vulva less than eighteen inches from the tip of my
nose. In form it is a smooth, slightly plump mound, separated into
two perfectly symmetrical halves by a fine, dark cleft. Three
quarters of an inch from the top of that sweet valley is her
clitoris, a small pink nubbin, the size of a pencil eraser.
"Oops!" she exclaims insincerely, and I look up into her slightly
flushed, grinning face. "I guess I might as well take them off.
Anyway it'll be easier for you." Saying this, she plucks at the bow
on the other side and I'm left holding a tiny scrap of cloth wrapped
around her right leg and a complete view of her sweet pussy.
"I guess you might." I growl up at her and her grin widens.
I begin lowering the wisp of fabric that I hold, but she has one more
surprise for me. Before I can lower my hands more than a foot, she
draws her leg up and out of her bottoms, giving me a clear view of
the damp, pink cleft between her pussy lips and the glistening,
slightly darker flesh of her inner labia. She holds the pose for a
few seconds and I become conscious of a sweet, slightly musky smell.
As she lowers her leg, I tear my gaze from the delightful sight and
look down at the tangle in my hands. A few quick tugs soon have it
sorted out and I hold her bottoms out to her.
Instead of taking them from me, she turns to face me and strikes a
pose that is as old as life itself. Standing with her right leg
slightly cocked, her left hand low on her hip and the thumb and
forefinger of the right loosely framing her mound, she asks, "Do you
think I'm pretty?"
"Beautiful." I whisper, then catching myself, I continue sternly,
"Do you know that you're asking for trouble?"
"Uh-huh." she replies just as seriously. "But I like you. You're
nice."
"Just because I'm nice, doesn't mean I'm safe. Haven't you been told
about strangers?" I ask.
"Of course silly, but you're Daddy's friend." she replies.
"That doesn't mean anything." I tell her, "I might still be a bad
man who does nasty things to little girls."
"Are you?" she asks seriously. "Nasty I mean."
"No I'm not." I say, "But you should be more careful, because I do
want to do things with you."
"Would you stop if I asked you to?"
"Yes I would." I reply.
"Then I want you to do things to me." she informs me.
Then with a mercurial change of mood she grins at me, "I'm a big girl
now, see I'm growing hair down here." she points at her bare vulva.
I take a closer look, but I'm forced to ask, "Where? I can't see
any."
"Right here." she says pointing to the very top of her crack.
"You'll have to look closer."
I lean closer, getting another intoxicating whiff of her sweet pussy.
Finally, I'm close enough to see a few wispy hairs, almost invisible
against her skin.
"Here," she says grabbing my wrist, "you can feel them easier." I
offer only token resistance, as she draws my hand closer and presses
my fingertips against the flawless, resilient flesh of her juvenile
mons.
She relaxes her grip on my wrist and I lightly brush my fingers over
her smooth pubic mound, feeling a fine peach fuzz and a few slightly
stiffer hairs just above the top of her cleft. She makes no move to
pull my hand away, so I continue to lightly explore her beautiful
young pussy. With my heart beating like a triphammer, I run the
sensitive tips of my fingers all over the plump bulge between her
legs, delighting in the exquisite feel of her unblemished skin.
I then fold the last two fingers of my hand under my thumb and gently
probe lower down. Realising my goal, she shifts her feet apart and
allows my fingers to investigate further. Still keeping my fingers
on the outside of her vulva, I gently run them between her legs,
finding a slight hint of moisture. I then increase the pressure
slightly and feel the soft folds of her little pussy open up around
my middle finger.
She gives a gasp and her fingers tighten slightly on my wrist. I
stop dead at this and a few seconds later her fingers relax. Taking
this as a signal to continue, I press a little harder, moving my
fingertip in tiny circles, until the tip of my finger presses against
the entrance to her vagina.
Again her fingers tighten, and again I stop. This time she pulls my
hand upwards until my finger tip is clear of her vagina before she
relaxes her grip. Taking the hint, I leave her vagina alone and
continue to explore the hot, moist flesh of her inner folds. As I
draw my fingers back and up, I feel her inner labia close on the
sides of my fingertip and I come into contact with the rigid knob of
her fully extended clitoris.
"Stop!" she gasps and her fingers tighten convulsively on my wrist.
"Are you all right?" I ask.
"Uh-huh." she nods. "But why does it feel so much better than when
I touch myself there?"
As I think about how to answer her, I remove my fingers completely
from between her pussy lips and stare at the glistening pink knob of
flesh that now extends a little beyond her pale outer labia. Finally
I ask, "Are you ticklish?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Why?" she asks confusedly.
"Well, can you tickle yourself?"
"Of course not." she replies.
"Well, it's sort of like that. You can't tickle yourself, because
your brain already knows exactly what's going to happen. Touching
your pussy is like a special kind of tickling, but because there are
lots more nerves there, you can do it to yourself. It feels better
when somebody else does it, because your brain doesn't already know
what's going to happen."
"Oh, I get it." she says smiling. "You can touch me again if you
want to."
"Later," I say picking up her bathers and drawing the scrap of cloth
up between her legs, "we'd better get you dressed before Rene comes
looking for us."
She makes a little moue of disappointment, but takes hold of the
strings and ties them in bows on both hips. I reach for the top,
which is on her bed and she asks, "Do I have to wear that?"
"I think you'd better." I say and she ducks her head for me. I slip
the loop at the top behind her neck and she turns for me to tie the
strap across her back.
Turning back to me, she presents her half covered breasts to me,
saying, "You fix it."
I brush the balls of my thumbs over the exposed mounds, feeling the
crinkled skin covering the firm flesh tighten even further. I flick
the stiff little posts of her nipples, drawing a little gasp from her
lips, then quickly tug the top of her bikini into place and rise to
my feet.
I lightly swat her bum, causing her to jump and squeak in mock
outrage. "Come on you, let's go."
In the lounge, we find Rene sitting about a metre from the
television, totally engrossed in her 'Ponies', as every few seconds,
her hand dips into the open bag of lollies in her lap. The shadow
that I throw over her body, as I move to stand behind her, causes her
to look up and ask. "What took you so long?"
"My bathers got all tangled." Alison explains.
"Oh. Can we get in the spa now?" Rene asks.
"Sure thing." I reply. "Come on."
Rene scrambles to her feet and stops the video.
"Do you need to go to the loo?" Alison asks, "Remember what happened
last time."
Rene blushes and says, "Yeah, I better go."
As she leaves the room, I ask Alison, "What happened?"
"The water turned pink." Alison chortles, "Mum puts stuff in the
water that turns pink if you piddle in it."
"Oh." I say. "I need to go too, so I'll see you out there."
I go after Rene and find her sitting on the toilet with the door
open, her bathers on the floor. Grinning up at me, she says, "They
fell off."
"Really?" I ask, listening to the hiss of her pee in the bowl.
Her only response is to lower her head and giggle. When she
finishes, she hops down from the seat and picks up her bathers.
"Here, help me put them on." she says holding them out to me.
I pull a couple of sheets from the roll and hold them out to her,
"Here dry off first."
She looks quizzically at the wad of tissue in my hand, "Huh?"
I reach down and dry her pussy for her, explaining, "Dry your crack
after you have a piddle. That way there won't be any pink in the
water."
"Oh." she says, "Put my bathers on."
I take them from her and hold them for her to step into. After I
pull the shoulder straps into place, I look down and see the crotch
pulled right up between her pussy lips and she avoids looking me in
the eye.
Grinning inwardly, I kneel and slip my finger under the narrow strip
of cloth, running my knuckle the length of her little pussy as I pull
it free. As my knuckle runs along the little furrow, she presses
against it and my cock hardens in response. Still maintaining the
pretence of ensuring the correct fit of her bathers I run my finger
back and forth a few more times before withdrawing it.
"Ok, off you go." I say, giving her little bottom a quick squeeze
and pushing her out the door. "I need to use the toilet."
She stands outside the door, looking a little disappointed as I close
it. I extract my cock from my Speedos and wait for it to soften
enough for me to piss. Once I'm done, some wicked little demon makes
me stroke my hand up and down the shaft until my cock stands stiff,
pointing away from my body at a forty five degree angle.
I stuff it back into my Speedos, where it makes an impressive bulge
and leave my robe hanging open. Flushing the toilet, I open the door
and almost trip over Rene who is still waiting outside. Her eyes
nearly pop out of her head when she is confronted by my lycra encased
cock, practically in her face. Taking her by the shoulder, I turn
her around, her head swivelling on her shoulders until it hurts me
just to look at the way her neck is twisted. Finally, I put my hand
on top of her head and twist her eyes to the front. Pushing her
ahead of me, we walk through to the conservatory, where Alison is
already luxuriating in the spa.
As soon as we pass through the door, Rene takes an exaggerated step
to the side and I grin inwardly as Alison's eyes widen and her gaze
fastens on my crotch. Slipping my robe off, I hang it on a hook by
the door and walk towards Alison. Her eyes remain glued to my cock
as I pace across the deck and step down into the gently steaming
water, not leaving it until it disappears beneath the surface,
whereupon she looks up into my face. I meet her gaze and hold it
until she blushes and lowers it to minutely examine the bubbling
surface of the water.
Beside me, Rene presents me with a view of her cute little bottom,
with the fabric of her suit bunched up in the crack, as she turns and
lowers herself into the water. "Can I sit on your lap?" she asks as
she proceeds to do just that, pressing her practically bare bum back
against my rigid member and wriggling it. Across from me, Alison
throws her little sister a venomous look.
When this has no effect, she sets the blower going and disappears
beneath the roiling surface. A moment later, Rene shrieks and slides
from my lap. Alison leaps from the water in front of me and as Rene
rises from the water sputtering, she drops into my lap and defends
her territory by splashing her little sister.
Rene retaliates by closing her eyes and leaping at her big sister,
swinging blindly. One wildly swung hand catches in the top of
Alison's bikini and with a popping rip, one of the shoulder straps
tears free of the minuscule triangles covering her breasts.
Feeling like a heel, I bark "Enough!" Sure enough, Rene comes to an
immediate halt and looks at me with tears in her eyes. Her gaze then
falls on the damage done to her sister's bathers and the tears begin
to flow freely.
"I'm s-s-sorry." she sobs.
I lift Alison down beside me and gather Rene up in my arms. Holding
her tight to my chest, I rock her back and forth making soothing
noises as I caress her back and soft little bottom. "It's all right
I say, I can fix it."
"You can?" she asks, blinking up at me.
"Uh-huh." I confirm, hoping I am right. "Alison, it looks like you
got your wish. You might as well get rid of that."
"Now you two, do you think you can share me?" I ask, "Or should I
just send you to bed right now?"
"We'll be good." Alison says and Rene nods vigorously as she
wriggles from my arms and places herself astride my left knee, facing
towards me. Alison straddles the other knee and slips her arm around
Rene's shoulder and pulls her in close, saying, "It's all right, it
was getting too small anyway"
Rene sniffs loudly a couple of times and smiles wanly. A few seconds
later she giggles and says, "Your boobie's poking in my ear."
We all laugh at this and all is forgiven.
Suddenly a wicked thought enters my mind and I straighten my legs
causing the pair of them to fall and disappear beneath the water.
They rise sputtering and Alison looks at Rene, "Let's get him." she
cries and they leap at me, their fingers digging into my ribs and
burrowing for my armpits.
I let them win the assault and laughing, I slide beneath the bubbling
surface. Expelling just enough breath to keep myself submerged, I
sit on the bottom and wait to see what they will do.
After a few seconds I feel hands on my shoulders. They slip beneath
my arms and I'm hauled to the surface. Rene is in front of me with a
frightened look on her face, so I smile and wink at her, but leave my
body limp. Grunting Alison drags me to a seat and steps up on to it,
pulling me up to sit on it. But as soon as she loosens her grip I
pretend to slip back towards the water.
I do this a couple more times, until Rene looses control and bursts
out laughing. At this point Alison realises that she's been had and
shoves me from the seat into the water. I turn beneath the surface
and leap from the water with a roar. Alison then jumps at me and I
stagger as she locks her legs around my waist and her hands about my
throat.
She pretends to choke me as she shakes my head back and forth, saying
"You, you, you, oooghh."
I lift my hand to her waist and tickle her, catching her as she
looses her grip. Lifting her back up, I blow zoober after zoober
into her belly button, causing her to giggle and thrash
uncontrollably. Accidentally, done on purpose, I land a few near and
on her pert little titties, and she gasps and stiffens in my hands.
Finally I relent and drop her into the water, turning to descend on a
smugly smiling Rene. "Your turn little girl." I say as I lift her
lycra covered belly to my lips and blow. The farting noises are even
louder and her giggles are most satisfactory.
Keeping hold of her I return to my seat, blowing into her belly
button each time she falls silent. Eventually though, her breathing
becomes laboured and I desist, lowering her to my knee.
Warily, Alison approaches and sits down beside me, though for a
minute or so she perches on the edge of the seat, ready to flee at my
first movement. Then having decided that no further attack is
forthcoming she cuddles up to my side.
She starts as I move my arm, them realising that I'm just going to
put it around her shoulders, she leans forwards and I slip it behind
her so that my hand rests on her hip. She turns in my arm to rest
her head on my shoulder and press one of her little boobs against my
side. A few seconds later she loosens the tie on her bottoms and
twists until my hand cups her bare bottom.
She then lifts her own hand from the water and twirls my beard around
her finger as she says. "I'm glad you're looking after us instead of
Grandma and Grandpa."
"Uh-huh," Rene agrees, "Me too. You're much more fun." She turns in
my lap to rest her head on my other shoulder and I support her with
my hand behind her knees.
For the next hour or so, they chatter to me about school, until Rene
lifts her hand from the water and holds it up before my face. "Look
I've got witches hands." she says, waving the wrinkled extremity
under my nose.
"Well we better get out before Alison gets witches boobs." I joke,
tweaking one gently, causing them both to giggle. "Besides," I
continue, "it's time you started getting ready for bed."
"Do I have to?" she objects as a matter of form.
"You have to." I confirm, removing my hand from Alison's bottom and
lifting it so I can check my watch. "It's nearly half past seven.
By the time you've had your bath it'll be your bedtime."
"I don't need a bath," she protests, "I'm clean."
"You still have to wash the chlorine off." I say. "Come on let's
go."
I unwrap my arm from around Alison and climb from the spa with Rene
on my hip. "You too." I say to Alison as I walk off with Rene.
Alison reties her bottoms and climbs from the water, hurrying to
catch up.
I grab my robe and we go through to the bathroom as I say, "We'll
just rinse off under the shower with our suits on. That way we can
throw them in the drier so they'll be ready for tomorrow."
In the bathroom, I lower Rene to the floor and turn on the shower
adjusting the temperature to be suitable for her. We then squeeze
into the cubicle together and quickly rinse off.
When we're done I roughly towel them dry and say, "Brush your teeth
and give me your bathers then go and get your nighties and a
hairbrush. We'll dry off properly in front of the fire."
With a wicked grin Alison, tugs at the bows holding her bathers on
and hands me the skimpy scrap of cloth before fronting up to the
basin and picking up her toothbrush. Rene's smile is not one whit
less naughty than her sister's as she follows suit, slipping off her
bathers and handing them to me. When they finish their teeth they
scurry off to their rooms, pausing in the doorway to wiggle their
bare white bottoms at me. While they are gone, I take the
opportunity to remove my own bathers, towel myself dry and slip on my
robe. Then figuring on a complete exchange of oral fauna later in
the evening, I make use of Alison's toothbrush, before wringing out
our bathers into the bath and throwing them into the drier on my way
through the laundry. I then head on through the kitchen into the
lounge.
Both girls are waiting for me in the lounge, standing naked before
the wall furnace. When they see me in my robe, their faces mirror
their disappointment, but I'm not ready to be naked before Rene, as I
don't want her carrying tales to her mother or CJ.
I drop into the seat nearest the fire and pull Rene in to sit between
my legs. Taking her towel from her, I rub as much of the moisture as
I can from her hair. Alison hands me the brush and I carefully work
the tangles from Rene's hair, then brush it out until it's bright and
shiny and most of the moisture is gone.
I then lift her down and help her into her nightie. Sending her off
to watch TV for the few minutes that remain until her bedtime.
Alison then slips in between my knees and wriggles backwards until
her bum presses against my bare cock. "Oooh!" she squeaks in
surprise and wriggles harder against it, causing it to begin to rise.
Taking up the towel, I dry her hair and then drop it into my lap.
Picking up the brush I go to work on her slightly longer tresses,
carefully working the brush through them, until her hair shines
brightly. When I lift her from the chair, she quickly turns to get a
glimpse of my cock, but the towel in my lap conceals it and before
she can get any ideas about snatching it away, I pull my robe
straight and rise from the chair.
By this time it is after eight o'clock, so I tell her, "You get your
nightie on while I put Rene to bed."
I stop 'Ponies' and lift Rene to my hip, carrying her through to the
toilet. Again she leaves the door open and this time she tucks the
hem of her nightie under her chin and sort of curls up, looking
between her widespread legs as she concentrates on expelling the piss
from her body. It takes her a few seconds to get it flowing, but
when she does, it flows in a golden arch from the tiny cleft between
her legs to fall hissing into the bowl.
When she finishes, she grabs a wad of paper and dries off, before
lifting her chin and letting her nightie fall. She hops to the
floor, pushes the button and holds her arms for me to lift her. I
carry her to her bedroom and supporting her against my shoulder, with
one hand cupping her bare little bottom beneath her nightie, I pull
back the covers. When I lower her to the bed, she wriggles
downwards, her nightie rucking up to reveal her plump little pussy
and outie belly button in the process. Unable to resist, I stoop and
wrap my lips around it blowing a zoober and making her giggle and
squirm delightfully. Daringly, I blow another zoober at the top of
her tiny slit, before pulling her nightie straight and drawing the
covers up under her chin.
I read her a story from a book of Aboriginal legends about how three
sisters were changed into rock to protect them a bunyip. But the
witch doctor couldn't change them back because he'd lost his magic
shinbone and that was how the rock formation called the Three Sisters
came to be. By the time I'm finished, she is almost asleep, but when
I turn back from putting the book away, she holds her arms out to me
and has her lips pursed. I give her a hug and a kiss goodnight and
tuck her in. I start to pull the door closed but leave it open when
she asks me to.
Chapter 4 - Alone with Alison.
On my way back to the lounge, I retrieve one of the baggies given to
me and a couple of cigarettes. I then collect the bong, scissors and
a small bowl from the kitchen and walk through into the lounge, where
I find Alison sitting in front of the television, watching Beverley
Hills 90210.
I make appropriate gagging noises as I take a seat on the couch and
she turns to look at me. When she sees what I am holding, her eyes
light up and I decide to have a little fun at her expense.
I dry the cigarettes, quickly mull up and pack a cone, then make a
real production of enjoying it. I look directly into her eyes as I
pack the second cone. I wait for her to start moving towards me and
quickly smoke it, enjoying the slightly crestfallen look in her eyes.
Then, I pack the next pipe and place it on the coffee table, then
wait to see what she will do. For a few minutes her attention wavers
between the bong and the TV until she finally works up the courage to
ask, "Can I have a pipe please?"
"You!" I pretend to be shocked, "You're too young."
"No I'm not," she protests, "Mum lets me."
"I don't believe you." I scoff.
"But she does. She says that I can smoke it, but I can only do it at
home."
"Why would she say something like that?" I ask.
"Because she found some in my bag once." Alison explains, "She said
I could smoke it, but only with her on the weekends and I was never
to get it from anyone at school again. She said bad people sometimes
put really bad stuff like heroin in the stuff they sell at schools so
they can get them hooked and make them do whatever they want."
"Ok," I say, "you can have one cone."
"But Mum lets me have three." she objects mendaciously.
I raise my eyebrow and slowly reach for the bong on the table.
She hastily corrects herself, saying, "I mean two."
"That's better." I say, leaning back into my seat.
"It was worth a try." she grins, then gives me a direct stare, "Hey,
you knew. Mum told you. How come you made me tell you why?"
"Because I wouldn't have let you have any, if you couldn't give me a
good reason why. No matter what your mum said." I explain.
"Oh. why?"
"Because I think you are too young. But your mum's right, the shit
they hand out at schools is full of nasty things and some of them are
a lot worse than heroin. Did you pay for what you got?"
"No." She answers, moving around the coffee table and sitting down
beside me. "That's why Mum said I should smoke hers. She took the
stuff I had to the cops and they found heroin in it. She got really
mad at the school because it was a teacher who was giving the stuff
to kids. They had to get the cops in and everything. The teacher
was doing it because he liked to fuck- oops." she covers her mouth.
"It's ok. I've heard the word before, go on."
"He used it to get little girls to fuck."
"Does your dad know about it?"
"Uh-uh." she shakes her head emphatically, "He was mad enough when
he found out a teacher at school was handing out drugs. He would
have killed him if he knew I was one of the kids he was giving them
to. I know it was silly, but this girl I knew gave it to me and said
it was ok. But really she was already hooked and the teacher made
her to give it to me, because he wanted me too."
"Ok, that explains why your mum would let you smoke grass, but why on
earth did you take such a big risk with me after a scare like that?"
I ask incredulously.
"Promise you won't get mad."
"Get mad," I'm confused, "why would I get mad?"
"Promise." she repeats.
"Ok, I promise." I say.
"That's good." she says with a relieved sigh, "It's not me you'd get
mad at. You see Jenny's a really good friend of mine." she says as
if that explains it all.
"So?"
"Jenny Gormley." she says naming one of my young lovers and it
clicks.
"Oh! And she told you about me I suppose?"
"Uh-huh." Alison nods. "But it's not really her fault. We were
playing with our hairbrushes." Alison blushes. "You know down
there." She points at her lap. "And just after she had a cum, she
said a man felt even better.
"She didn't want to tell me about you, but I kept on asking her until
she told me. She made me promise not to tell anybody, because you
weren't like that teacher. She said you always asked her before you
did anything. And then I heard Daddy telling Mum about you last
night and hoped you were the same person Jenny knew."
"How did you know I was?" I ask.
"Because she has a picture of you and she showed it to me." Alison
replies, then asks, "Will you teach me like you taught her? I won't
tell Mama or Daddy."
"Are you sure?" I ask, "It's a big step."
"Uh-huh," She replies emphatically, "Jenny says you make her feel
really good and it won't even hurt the first time because I've
already done it with a hairbrush."
"Ok, I'll teach you." I say, "Now do you want this pipe or not?"
"Goody!" she yelps. "Of course I want it. Give me the lighter."
I hand her the lighter and she lifts the bong to her lips. It takes
her three attempts to finish it, but she doesn't cough. Instead of
blowing out the last lung full of smoke, she carefully sets the bong
down, straddles my lap and pressing her lips to mine she forces the
smoke into my lungs. Pulling back, she grins at me and says. "Mama
and Daddy do that all the time."
"I like it." I grin back at her, "Do you want me to do it to you?"
"Does it count as my second pipe?" she asks.
"Probably, but I won't tell if you don't." I grin, "But only one."
With the flexibility of youth, she twists in my lap and packs the
cone from the bowl on the table, then presents it and the lighter to
me. I take it from her and smoke it. While I hold my breath, she
takes the bong from me and puts it back on the table.
Turning back to me, she tilts her head to one side and pulls my lips
to hers. I push the smoke into her lungs, accidentally blowing the
last of it into her face when she pulls back. Giggling, she says,
"That feels really weird, but I like it."
She starts to turn back to the table but I stop her, saying, "That's
enough for now. How do you feel?"
"Great." she replies, "Really, really happy."
"Good." I say, "Can I have a kiss?"
"We already did." she giggles.
"I mean a proper one." I say, digging my fingers into her ribs.
"No!" she shrieks, giggling and squirming in my lap.
"What? No kiss?" I deliberately misunderstand her, so I can punish
her with further assaults on her ribs.
"Yes, no, don't!" she squeals, trying to pull my probing fingers
from her ribs.
I give her a few last digs and stop, grinning at her crimson face, as
she gasps for breath. A moment later she gasps again and gently
rolls her hips. I feel her bare pussy move against my equally bare
cock, causing it to instantly spring to attention and press upwards
between her labia and buttocks.
Her look becomes one, composed of excitement, curiosity, arousal and
a little fear. Experimentally she rocks back and forth and giggles,
"Oh wow, your thingy feels funny."
"My what?" I ask, being deliberately obtuse.
"Your thingy. You know, down there." She blushes, pointing vaguely
between her legs.
"What?"
"Your dickie." she blushes furiously, turning her head aside.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask, "That sounds like
something Rene would say."
Still red faced, she looks me in the eye and says defiantly, "Your
cock then. How about penis, or dick." finishing with, "Rene says
doodle anyway."
"Or prick, or rod, or dong, or a lot of other things." I say,
"They're just words. It's when and how you say them that matters."
"Ok, your COCK feels real funny against my CUNT." she says and gets
a case of the giggles.
"Yeah," I say, "well, your CUNT is hurting my COCK, it's not supposed
to point at my feet when it's like this."
She seems to find this hilariously funny too, but her giggles stop
abruptly, when I wrap my hands around her waist and slowly lift her
upwards. As I lift her, my cock straightens, the head sliding down
the crease of her buttocks. A scared look comes into her eyes as the
tip lodges against the rear of her pussy lips, outside the entrance
to her vagina.
When I lift her high enough for the tip of my cock to slip free, she
breathes a sigh of relief. After I lower her back down, so that her
pussy lips press against the under side of the shaft, she giggles and
says, "That was silly, I want you to do it, but I'm scared too."
"That isn't silly at all." I reassure her, "It's perfectly
understandable. It's probably one of the most important things that
happens in your life and you don't want to muck it up. Right?"
"Uh-huh," she says throwing her arms around my neck and hugging me
tight, "you understand."
I hug her back and flex my cock at the same time. She squeals as it
moves under her, and wriggles her hips. "Oh wow," she whispers,
"that feels even better, it's rubbing against my tingle bump."
"Your what?" I ask.
"My tingle bump." she repeats, "you know the bump at the top of my
crack. I call it my tingle bump because it tingles when I rub it. I
don't know what else it's called."
"It's called a clitoris or clit for short." I say.
"Oh! Well, it feels really good." she says, and starts rocking her
hips and dragging her clit back and forth along the underside of my
cock. Within a few seconds, the movements become smoother, as her
vaginal secretions start to coat my rigid shaft.
As things become more slippery, I pull her hips higher with each rock
of her pelvis, until the crown of my cock rubs from her vaginal
entrance to her stiff clit. I slide my hands up her sides and start
rubbing my thumbs back and forth over her tiny tits through the soft
knitted cotton of her nightie. Her face takes on a dreamy expression
and her head rolls on her shoulders in time with the motions of her
hips. Eyes closed, she moans almost inaudibly with pleasure. Under
my thumbs her nipples become rock hard little knobs on top of the
firm resilient domes of her budding breasts.
Her breathing quickens, then catches, as I bring my forefingers up
beside my thumbs and catch her nipples between them, gently pinching
and rolling the hard little nubbins of flesh back and forth. Leaning
forwards, I nuzzle the side of her neck, pressing my lips against her
soft flawless skin. She shivers and groans at the contact and the
movements of her hips become jerky and uncoordinated.
Opening my mouth, I gently bite down on the soft roll of flesh where
her neck joins her shoulder and pinch her nipples harder between
thumb and forefinger.
Abruptly her hips stop dead and I feel a sudden increase in warmth
and dampness in my lap as she cums with a shuddering groan. A few
moments later her entire body relaxes and I pull her close to me,
gently stroking her back, running my hands from the crown of her head
to the soft curve of her buttocks.
"Mmmmm," Alison murmurs, snuggling into my chest and kissing it,
"that's nice."
"I press my lips to the top of her head and ask quietly, "Was that a
good one?"
"Uh-huh." She tilts her head up and kisses me softly, "The best I
ever had." A sudden gleam enters her eye and she grins, "You know, I
haven't even seen it yet, except inside your bathers."
"Well that's easily fixed." I grin back. "Go ahead and look."
She lifts her hands to my shoulders and pushes herself upright. She
then takes hold of the hem of her nightie and pulls it up, securing
it under her chin. "Oh wow," she cries, looking down, "it's huge.
Will it really fit inside me?" She gives a little giggle, "I sure
made it wet, didn't I."
She starts to reach down to touch it and I can't resist saying, "You
look with your eyes not your fingers."
She snatches her hand back, and looks up at me, letting her nightie
fall to bunch about her waist. She sees my grin and thumps my arm.
"You can touch it." I laugh.
She starts to pull her nightie up under her chin and then deciding
that it will keep getting in the way, she pulls it off over her head
and tosses it over the arm of the couch. She then tugs on the belt
of my robe and lifts first her right knee and then her left, as she
folds it back to either side, baring the front of my body.
Her fingers lightly trail over my chest, tracing the lines of my
collar bones and ribs. She plays with my nipples for a few moments,
giggling as they harden under her touch. "Your boobs get hard too."
she says wonderingly.
"Yeah, my nipples get hard, just like yours." I say, "We've both got
all of the same sort of things, they're just arranged differently.
Your clit is a lot like the end of my cock and the rest is the same
too, just turned inside out."
"That makes sense I guess." she says as she trails her fingers
lower. The glint in her eye warns me, but I have no time to react
before her fingers dig into my sides. As I laugh, my legs shoot out
straight and she begins to slip towards the floor, forcing her to
stop and grab hold of my robe.
"That's for tickling me." she declares.
I pull my feet back to give her a more secure seat and she continues
her exploration, giving me one last retaliatory poke, right in the
belly button, before she brushes her hands over the head of my rigid
prick. I make it jump at her touch and she jerks her hand back with
a giggle. She pokes at it with a finger and I make it jump again.
Again she giggles and draws back.
"Go on, it won't bite." I encourage her.
She slips backwards off my knees, pushes them apart and kneels on the
floor between them. With her face only inches from my groin, she
closes her hand over my glans and squeezes it. "It's not as hard as
I thought." she says. "It's hot though."
She then slides her hand down to wrap about the shaft. "Oh, that's
harder." she giggles.
I close my hand over hers and show her how to masturbate me. "Oooh,
the skin moves." she cries in wonder, "Does that feel good?"
"Uh-huh." I say, "But you'd better stop or I'm going to cum."
"What's cum?" she asks.
"Have an orgasm and feel really good like you did." I answer her.
"Men squirt stuff out of the end, don't they?"
"Yes, we squirt out a slippery white fluid called semen."
"I thought it was called sperm." she says, "I want to see it."
"Some times people call it sperm, but they're really the little cells
in semen that join with a girls egg to make babies."
"Girls don't have eggs." she objects.
"Not like a chook." I laugh, "Human eggs are tiny, because they get
fed by the mother while the baby grows inside her. Bird's eggs have
to have enough food to last until the baby is ready to come out of
the shell."
"And there has to be enough room for the baby bird too." she says.
"Of course, that too" I say.
"So if you squirted your sperm, uh semen, in me I'd have a baby? I
don't want a baby yet. Is Jenny going to have a baby?" she asks in
a worried tone.
"No," I laugh, "Jenny's not going to have a baby. It doesn't happen
every time, besides she's too young to have a baby, she's not
menstruating yet."
"What's that?"
"When a girl gets old enough, her body begins making eggs and her
womb gets ready to feed it by growing a special lining. If an egg
doesn't join with a sperm the body flushes it out with the old lining
and she bleeds from her vagina. This happens every four weeks or so,
until she's about fifty, unless there's a baby growing inside her.
"Oh periods, Mum told me about them. I don't get them yet, but Mama
says I will soon, because my boobs are growing."
"Well you can't have a baby then." I tell her.
"That's good, because I want to see what it's like to do it, uh
fuck." she grins self consciously. "Can I see your stuff, uh semen,
now?" She asks eagerly.
"Yeah, you can see my stuff." I agree.
She immediately begins rapidly stroking her small hand up and down my
shaft, her enthusiasm causing me to wince in pain and grasp her
wrist. "Slow down." I say, "Take it easy."
"Sorry."
"Here, you do it like this." I close my hand over hers again and
show her the pace and length of stroke that I like. Taking her other
hand I cup my balls with it and say, "Gently roll these around in
their sack, that'll help me make more cum, but be very careful,
because they're very sensitive. When I'm nearly cumming, they will
lift up next to the bottom of my cock. When that happens you can
speed up a little bit or you can stop and wait for them to get loose
again. The longer it takes to cum, the better it feels and you'll
get a bigger load of semen too."
She gently rolls my balls around and asks wonderingly, "What are
they?"
"They're my testicles, or balls, on nuts." I explain, "They make my
sperm."
"You mean semen don't you?" she asks, thinking she's caught me out.
"Uh-uh," I reply, "they only make the sperm, which gets mixed with
some slippery goo inside my body and then it's called semen."
"Oh!" she says as she puts my instructions into practice and goes to
work on my tumescent penis, sliding her hand up and down my shaft and
carefully fondling my balls. Every now and then she starts to pull
on my balls as she looses her rhythm and she takes on a look of
intense concentration, as if she was trying to rub her tummy and pat
her head at the same time.
In a short while she becomes more practiced and I continue my
instructions. "Ok, the purple knob on the end is very sensitive too,
especially the wrinkled bit here." I point out the area under my
piss hole. "Get your fingers wet and slippery and rub it gently with
them."
"How do I make them slippery?" she asks.
"You can use your spit or pussy juices." I tell her.
Opting for pussy juices, she takes her hand off my balls and dips it
down below the level of the couch, returning with glistening
fingertips. Her other hand is still, as she transfers the moisture
to the crown of my cock and goes back for more. Then realising that
she has stopped moving her hand on my cock she resumes her stroking.
At the same time she rubs the slippery tips of her fingers in circles
on the tip of my cock, brushing her thumb back and forth over the
fraenum.
She looks up into my face as I groan, grinning a shit eating grin in
response to my reassuring smile. "Am I doing it right?" she asks.
"Just perfect." I reply softly, "Just perfect."
The top of her head threatens to separate from the rest of her as her
grin widens. Suddenly it disappears as she misses the beat and I
wince as she pinches my foreskin between her thumbs. Returning her
concentration to the job in hand, she decides that my balls have been
neglected long enough and abandons my glans to give them some more
attention.
Less than a minute later I am groaning continuously and involuntarily
thrusting my hips up from the couch, fucking her tight little fist.
My balls are hot and heavy in the palm of her hand as she moves it in
small circles gently massaging them. Somehow or other I manage to
grunt, "Gonna cum." through the tidal wave of pleasure that crashes
over my body.
I Choke back a shriek that threatens to burst from my throat, as the
first searing pulse of white hot semen boils from my balls and erupts
in a creamy fountain from my angry purple knob. It rises a good
eighteen inches and falls with a wet slap, coating Alison's small
fist and my balls. Again my body spasms and another scalding geyser
of seminal fluid splashes onto my belly.
Again and again the powerful, undeniable, convulsions wrack my frame,
forcing jet after jet of lava hot come through my throbbing shaft.
Even after my aching balls run dry the spasms continue, slowly dying
away.
Finally I seize Alison's wrist to stop her hand, as its movements are
now painful to my hyper-sensitised glans. As soon as I take hold of
her, she looks up at me apologetically and says, "I'm sorry I didn't
make it last longer, I really wanted to see what it was like."
Adding earnestly, "I'll make it better next time."
"Ach.." I swallow to moisten my parched throat. "Alison," I say,
reaching down to gently brush the back of my hand against her soft
cheek, "if you make it much better, I'll die a happy man."
"Really?" she squeals, her face brightening, "I did it good?"
"You 'did it' great."
She beams at my praise, and leans into my knuckles. Like a cat, she
rubs against the back of my hand, her eyes closed, the contented hum
in her throat almost a purr. She reaches up to press her hand
against mine and becomes aware of the cum that coats it. Opening her
eyes she examines the pearly droplets that coat it.
Looking up at me with a question in her eyes, she says, "Jenny says,
she eats it. She says it tastes good."
"Why don't you see for yourself?" I encourage her.
Visibly steeling herself, she barely touches the tip of her tongue to
a glistening droplet and withdraws it into her mouth. A moment later
she tries again, this time collecting a fairly decent gob. Even
before her tongue disappears between her lips, a delighted smile
appears and her tongue darts back out to eagerly lap at her hand.
When her hand is clean, she dips her head to the creamy strands that
adorn my thighs and a moment later I feel her tongue on my balls. In
her hunt for more of what she so obviously likes, she bypasses my
cock to lap at the pearly rivulet that descends from my navel.
She then sits back on her heels and I hear her muttering to herself,
"Jenny says she does it, I can do it too." A moment later she takes
my flaccid member between her fingertips and engulfs it in the hot
wet cavern of her mouth. With a lingering slurp, she draws back, the
tip of her tongue against the underside stripping a last dribble of
semen from the shaft.
"I did it." she squeals, half in wonder, "I really did it. And I'm
gonna suck it ALL out next time."
"You missed a bit." I grin, pointing at the gooey strands festooning
my pubes.
"No way!" her face screws up in disgust, "That's too gross."
I have to smile at her values, sucking semen from my cock is fine,
licking it out of the surrounding hair is not. She returns my smile
crookedly, protesting, "Well it is."
"I didn't say a word." I say my smile broadening.
"You didn't have to." she returns.
"Well if you aren't going to clean it up," I say, "will you pass me a
towel, so I can?"
"Ok," she chirps cheerfully and presents me with a charming view of
her still boyish buttocks and the shining, puffy lips of her sweet
pussy, as she crawls across the room. My cock twitches at the sight,
but she has left me too drained to respond in the fashion that her
delightful display deserves.
When she rises and turns back to me, she coquettishly hides her
charms behind the towel, holding it in front of her body as she
smiles seductively at me over the upper edge. She comes to a halt
just out of reach and treats me to brief tantalising glimpses of her
glistening mons.
I snatch at the towel, but she dances back grinning and resumes
flashing her pussy at me. Then with a final flash of her creamy
white buns, she darts past me into the kitchen. poking her head back
through the door, she points at the coffee table, saying, "Bring
that." and disappears.
Chapter 5 - Hot Tub Fun.
Smiling, I gather up the bong and bowl and follow her through the
kitchen to the conservatory. She is already in the roiling water and
her eyes follow my bobbing, dangling member as I approach. I set the
bong down and shuck off my robe, dropping it on top of her discarded
towel.
I then step into the water and take a seat opposite her. She watches
me through the rising steam and as soon as I pick up and pack the
bong she scoots around to sit beside me. Watching as I light up and
pull the sweet intoxicating smoke deep into my lungs. Holding the
smoke in, I sit back and pack her last pipe for the evening. Finally
my vision starts to go and I'm forced to breathe out.
Alison watches fascinated, as my breath whooshes out, without a trace
of smoke showing. "How did you do that?" she asks.
"Do what?" I return, my head spinning.
"Not blow any smoke." she says accusingly.
"I didn't want to." I reply in the most aggravating tone I can
conjure.
"Well give me that." she cries snatching the bong from my hand. "I
want to try."
'This should be interesting.' I think to myself grinning.
"Light it for me," she orders, "my hands are wet."
"Yes miss." I acquiesce subserviently, "Right away miss."
Alison snorts into the bong, and mull puffs from the cone. "Don't do
that!" she cries. "Now pack me another one."
"Yes miss." I take the bong from her with downcast eyes.
"Stop it." she giggles.
"Stop what miss?" I ask as I pack the bong.
"STOP CALLING ME MISS." she all but yells.
"Of Course..." I say, "... mistress."
"Stop it!" she giggles, punching me in the arm. "Now give me that."
I hand her the bong, pick up the lighter and wait for her to take a
few deep breaths as she gets her giggles under control. When she
nods and puts her lips to the mouthpiece, I light it for her. Now it
is my turn to be surprised. I watch her pull on the bong until the
cone empties and air whistles down the stem.
She lifts her head and stares into my eyes. As I look back she emits
a couple of tiny snorts and tears start to form in the corners of her
eyes, but, somehow or other, she keeps the smoke in her lungs. I
take the bong from her and set it aside. Finally, she releases her
breath explosively. Grinning tightly, she dashes the tears from her
eyes and lowers her head into her hands.
"Oh wow!" she moans, "My head's really spinning. I did it, but I
don't know if I want to try again."
"Well you're not going to get the chance tonight." I tell her,
"You've had more than enough. Are you all right?"
"Uh-huh." she nods, then groans, "Ooooh, that makes me dizzy."
"Here." I say, and pull her into my lap, where she curls up and
rests her head on my shoulder. I cup her bottom in my hand and
gently run my fingertips along the length of her pouting pussy lips.
"Mmm that's nice." she murmurs, snuggling closer.
Under my light touch, I feel her vulva begin to swell, and her
breathing quickens. I lay my finger along the length of the tight
split between her labia and press inwards, they give way before me
and clasp my finger in their sweet, slick, warm embrace.
Alison moans softly, deep in her throat and pushes back against my
hand, "Mmmm, yesss." she murmurs, kissing my chest, "Tickle my
pussy. Make me feel good again."
Happy to comply, I whisper, "Yes mistress." and feel, more than hear
her soft giggle. I gently trace the lines of her inner labia within
the pliable folds of her maturing pussy, brushing my fingertip over
the pebbly hardness of her clit, nestled at the top of her precious
little slit. Back along the length of her vulva I trace, carefully
skirting the tight entrance to her vagina, I lightly tickle her
perineum, causing her to wriggle.
Back and forth along the sweet, slick length of her beautiful pussy,
I drag my finger, while she makes happy little noises and squirms
contentedly. Once, as my finger passes near her vagina, one of her
wriggles causes the tip to slip inside and she stops dead. But as I
carefully begin to extract it, she stops me and says, "No, it's all
right, you can put your finger in me."
"You sure?" I whisper into her hair.
"Uh-huh," she nods, "I was just testing you before."
"Really, why?" I ask.
"I wanted to make sure you was as nice as Jenny said you was." she
replies.
"Oh!" I remain still as I digest this.
"Well hurry up and stick it in." she interrupts my thoughts and
wriggles against my hand. "Oooh!"
"Oh, you like that?" I ask, moving my finger in small circles,
teasing her with just the very tip.
"Uh-huh." she nods.
"Are you sure?" I tease her, changing the direction of the rotation.
"Yess I'm sure." she hisses, "Now put it in properly."
"Really, REALLY sure?" I tease and flick another finger across the
tip of her clit.
"YESSS!" she cries in frustration, then moans a long drawn out,
"Noooo!" as I pull my finger completely free of her vagina. "Put it
back." she pleads, almost whimpering, "Please, put it back. I
really want it. I need it."
I tease the soft skin of her perineum, from her tightly clenched anal
pucker to the back of her heated, swollen labia for a few more
seconds, enjoying her frustrated moans and wriggles as she tries to
trap my questing digit. I catch her hand as she tries to grab my
wrist and guide me into her. Then after a few more seconds of
teasing to heighten her anticipation, I insinuate my fingertip
between her enlarged labia and slowly slide it home, into a heated,
glove like sheath that opens before me and clasps my intruding finger
in an unbelievably tight embrace.
"Yess!" She hisses, "Oh, yesss! That feels sooo good. Move it in
and out. Fuck me with your finger."
As I start sliding my finger in and out, she hisses again, and again,
"Yess, Yesss, Oh, yess! Sssooo good."
Releasing her trapped hand, I slide my other hand down over her
gently undulating belly and insinuate it between her slim thighs,
brushing the side of my forefinger across the tip of her distended
clit. "Again!" she squeaks, "Do it again."
She pulls her upper leg up to her chest, giving me plenty of room,
between her legs. Turning my hand to cup her bulging mound I rub my
palm in small circles over her engorged clitoris. drawing further
squeaks and moans of excitement from her barely pubescent frame.
A new idea strikes me and I completely withdraw my finger from her
clasping sheath. "Noooo!" she moans, "Put it back. I want to cum
so bad." Then, "Yes, Yess, Yesssss!" as I slide the index finger of
my other hand into her young box.
At the same time, I circle the crinkled pucker of her little
arsehole. Back and forth, my hands shuttle between her legs,
swapping fingers with each gentle thrust into her body, Alternately
teasing her clit and her bum hole. "Oh Yess! God yesss!" she
squeaks, "Faster, do it faster."
I comply with her wishes and soon my hands are flying back and forth
between her quivering thighs, until a particularly violent wriggle on
her part causes me to push the finger of one hand into her vagina
before the other is out of the way.
She tenses at the added intrusion and I stop dead, with the middle
finger of each hand half buried in her tight little twat, scared that
I've hurt her. "No," she gasps, "don't stop! Push 'em right in."
I try to do so, but the rest of my fingers become entangled in each
other. I pull my finger out and she cries, "No, put them back. Oh!"
she squeaks as I replace them with the first two fingers of my right
hand, driving them home to the last knuckle as I caress her clit with
the ball of my thumb.
"Oh yess!" she squeals ecstatically, "fuck my pussy with your
fingers. Fuck it, fuck it, fuck, fuck, fuck." she babbles
obscenities in time with the thrusts of my fingers into her body.
With the fingers of my left hand I begin circling her tightly
clenched anal sphincter, teasing her as I plunge the fingers of my
other hand in and out of her creaming cunt.
"Eeeek!" she squeals shrilly. "What are you doing?" she asks as
her anus relaxes under my orbiting finger and opens to accept the tip.
"Relax," I sooth her, still teasing her clit, but keeping the rest of
my fingers still, "you're going to love this."
"But it's dirty." she objects.
"Very nasty." I agree, "But it's going to drive you wild."
"Does Jenny like it?" she asks.
"She loves it." I say.
"Well ok," she agrees timorously, "But you've got to stop if I tell
you to."
"Of course." I agree and gently work my fingers back and forth, not
actually moving them, just encouraging the tightly clenched rings of
muscle to relax.
Her vagina is the first to ease up and she releases a drawn out sigh
of satisfaction as my fingers slide home within its sweet, rubbery
confines. Gradually, as I slowly work my fingers in and out of her
tight vaginal sheath, I feel her arsehole relax and the first knuckle
of my finger slips, with a rush, into the warm, buttery confines of
her rectal passage.
She squeals at the sudden intrusion and I stop as I ask, "Are you ok?
Does it feel all right?"
"It feels funny," she answers, "sort of like I need to poo, but it
feels good too."
It gets better" I tell her and continue.
A few seconds later, she has taken my entire finger into the buttery
depths of bowels and is rocking her hips back and forth, forcing
herself harder onto my fingers as I plunge them alternately into her
holes. "Yess, oh yesss, yes, yes!" she yelps excitedly, "Fuck my
bum, fuck my cunt. Fuck me with your fingers. Fuck meee-eeee!" Her
voice rises in pitch and she cries, "Oh, Oh God, it's, it's
happening, I'm gonna cum. I'm, I'm, I'm, ... Ohhh, I'm
cum...aieeeemrmff."
Her voice mounts to a shrill scream that she muffles by turning her
face into my chest, as I drive my finger into her tightly clenched
rear passage and she cums. Her exquisitely tight little vagina and
arsehole become even tighter, as they clamp down on my deeply buried
fingers, clenching and relaxing rhythmically, again and again, as she
shudders through the most intense experience of her young life.
Slowly her tremors subside, reduced to occasional twitches and
shivers. She draws a shuddering breath and her forehead bangs
against my chest twice before she finds the strength to lift her head
and look up into my eyes. Blinking away the tears of reaction, she
licks her lips and whispers, "It never ever felt that good before,
thankyou."
"Your welcome." I whisper back, "Do you want it to feel even better?"
Her eyes widen in surprise. "No way!" she cries, "It couldn't get
any better than THAT! I'd die." A sudden smirk flashes onto her
face, "But you're right, I'd die happy."
"Well you don't quite die," I grin back, "but I have made Jenny pass
out a few times. Wanna give it a go?"
"Maybe." she grins up at me, "Can I do it to you?"
"You can try," I say, "but it's a lot harder to do it to a man."
"How come?"
"I guess it's because a girl can have lot's of orgasms straight after
each other." I explain, "Most men can only have one orgasm at a
time. So to do it to a man, you have to make it really good."
"Why do girl's get lots?"
"Probably because a man doesn't have to carry something as big and
heavy as a bowling ball around inside his belly for months and then
squeeze it out through a hole this big." I hold up my circled thumb
and forefinger by way of demonstration. She giggles at my
explanation and I continue, "A girl gets more and better orgasms to
make up for it."
"So how do I make it really good for you?" she asks with a wicked
gleam in her eye.
"By nearly making me cum and stopping and then doing it again and
again."
"Uh- huh," she nods her understanding, "like you told me in the
lounge."
"Just like that" I agree.
"Can I do it now?"
"Not tonight honey." I say and her face falls. "It would take to
long and you've got to go to bed pretty soon."
"Do I have to." she protests, "Mum won't know."
"But I will." I say, "I promised your mama you'd be in bed by nine
thirty."
"Ten." she automatically corrects me.
"Ok. Ten." I say.
"But I want to suck your cock like Jenny does and let you squirt in
my mouth and I want you to fuck me too."
"Well you'll have to make up your mind there." I say with a grin, "I
can only cum once more before your bedtime. What's it going to be,
fuck or suck?"
"Both!" She giggles a little self consciously, "Uh, Jenny says you
do something to her sometimes." her voice tapers off into silence.
"Like what?" I ask, already knowing the answer, but enjoying her
mental squirming.
"Um, she says you lick her pussy." she says.
"I think I can manage that." I grin, "Is there anything else you'd
like?"
"Yeah, you can get your finger out of my bum," she giggles, "I want
to piddle."
I pull my fingers free of her sweet pussy and tight little arsehole
and help her from the water. Taking up the towel, I wrap it around
her slim body and briskly rub her dry.
Chapter 6 - 'Golden' Shower Time.
"How do I turn off the spa?" I ask.
Alison reaches down to the controls and kills the blower and says
"We'll just cover it up and leave the heater on so it's ready for
tomorrow."
She then helps me spread an insulating cover over the water and we
gather up Rene's clothes, my robe and the bong. She pouts when I put
the bong and bowl away. I follow her through the laundry and into
the toilet, dumping Rene's clothes along the way.
Alison stands in front of the toilet and when I make no move to
continue through to the bathroom, she asks, "Do you want to watch me
piddle?"
"If you'll let me." I reply.
"That's rude?" she giggles and sits on the pot, spreading her legs
wide.
"Hang on." I say and kneel down on the tiled floor in front of her.
I guide her into a slightly hunched position at the back of the seat,
with her pelvis tilted upwards. Using my thumbs I pull apart her
rubbery labia and stare into the sweet pink furrow thus revealed.
"This is so naughty, but it's making my pussy feel all tingly inside
too."
"Just looking at your beautiful little pussy is making me tingly
too." I say.
She suddenly pulls her self upright and pushes my hands away from her
pussy. "Get that mirror, I want to look too." she says, pointing
around the corner into the bathroom.
I get up and get the magnifying, makeup mirror, then kneel before her
and helping her back into position. She holds the mirror on one of
her thighs tilting it until she has a good view of her puffed up
vulva, as I once again stretch her pussy lips apart.
She only gives me a few seconds to contemplate her glistening pink
bits before she starts pointing. "That's my clitoris, right? What
do you call these?" she points at her inner lips."
"Here," I say, taking away one hand and guiding her free hand into
place, "You hold this side." Taking her pussy lip between thumb and
forefinger she stretches it much further than I would have dared,
pulling the other from beneath my thumb. Emulating her, I secure the
other and stretch it the same way; until her vagina, a deep, wet
cavern of mystery, opens up of its own accord.
"Ok," I say pointing at her clit, insheathed within its hood. "This
bit is actually the prepuce, or hood of your clitoris. Here inside
it," I gently skin it back to reveal her iridescently shining, pink
pearl, "is your clitoris. It's got more nerves in it, than the skin
of your whole back. That's why it's so sensitive.
"These here," I trace the taught lines of her outer labia "are your
labia major, that means big lips, they're also called outer pussy
lips. Now can you work out what these are?" I point to her inner
lips.
"Little lips?" she answers questioningly.
"That's right, labia minor, that means little lips, or inner pussy
lips. And of course you know what this is." I say, sliding a finger
deep into her vagina.
"My vagina." she giggles.
"Right, or pussy hole, cunt hole or fuck hole. And this is your pee
hole or urethra." I say, tickling the tiny slit below her clitoris.
As soon as I do so, I know it is a mistake. She giggles at the
feathery touch and I feel the tiny opening bulge under my fingertip,
as a pale golden spurt of urine shoots out. Blocked by my finger it
sprays sideways onto her legs and up onto her belly.
"Oops, sorry." she giggles, getting it under control and choking off
the flow.
"'sa'right!" I reply in a gravely voice.
"Greg?" her voice is so low as to be almost inaudible.
"Yes?"
"Will you do it again?" she asks in a small voice, "It felt good."
Obviously Jenny had at least managed to keep our games a secret when
she spilled the beans to Alison, so I ask, "How would you like to sit
on me and piddle all over me?"
Shocked, she lets another small spurt of pee go. Staring at me she
asks, "Isn't that dirty?"
"Not really, I've read that pee is clean enough to drink, even if it
doesn't taste the best. But it is nasty isn't it? Wanna try?" I
grin up at her.
"Yeah!" she grins, "But we better do it in the shower so we don't
make a mess. Now hurry up and help me, I'm bursting."
I take the mirror and put it to one side, then lift her and carry her
to the shower cubicle, where I sit half reclining in the base.
Alison, already spraying pee, straddles me and stretching her pussy
lips to the sides, she sits in my lap, with my rampant cock between
them. Her piss is hot on my flesh, as it sprays in all directions,
all over my belly and legs and up my chest almost to my chin.
Alison throws her head back and closes her eyes, as she rocks her
hips back and forth, grinding her pussy on my engorged member. Deep
in her throat, she moans in ecstasy. I lift my hands to tweak her
tumescent nipples and she places her hands over mine, crushing my
fingertips closed on the stiff fleshy nubbins.
All too soon, the steamy flow stops and she groans in disappointment.
Shifting my hands to her hips I lift her glistening wet pussy to my
mouth. Clamping my lips over her pussy I drag my tongue from one end
of her slit to the other. She doesn't taste too bad, a little acrid
and pretty salty, but nothing like the ammoniacal surprise my
disgusting little brother once left in a cup on the table.
With a muffled cry, she grabs hold of the soap dish and grinds her
pussy against my face. With my hands, I push her back an inch or so,
so that I can better service her sweet gash. Pointing my tongue, I
probe between her fat labia, searching for the entrance to her
vagina. When I find it, I drive my tongue inside and wriggle the
tip, causing her to yelp with pleasure.
Withdrawing my tongue, I pull her pussy lips apart and find her rock
hard little clitoris. Each flick of my tongue over the fat little
nubbin, wrings an animalistic growl of pleasure from her and she
tries to force her oozing gash against my face. I suck the blood
filled little shaft between my lips and reach around behind her.
Then as I bite down with my lip cushioned teeth on her pulsating
clit, I drive my thumb deep into her vagina.
Her whole body goes rigid, and I hear her grunt solidly, as her cunt
goes into spasms around my thumb. With a jerk that makes me fear for
the soap dish, she thrusts her hips forward and grinds her adolescent
pussy against my lips. Again and again her young body convulses, as
I extend her orgasm with my flickering tongue on her swollen clit,
until finally, unable to take any more she looses her grip on the
soap dish and starts to slide down the wall.
Keeping my thumb embedded in her contracting vagina, I carefully
lower her back into my lap and cradle her head against my shoulder.
Gradually her breathing slows and she moans, lifting her head to look
up at me. "Oh, wow!" she groans, "That was so good. But how could
you lick my pussy when it had piddle all over it?"
"Like I said," I reply, "It's clean and it doesn't taste too bad when
it's fresh. So you liked having your pussy licked."
"God yes!" she exclaims, "You can lick my pussy any time." Her face
takes on a meditative look and she asks, "Do you want to piddle on me
now?"
"Alison," I say, giving her a serious look, "are you saying that
because you want me to, or just because you think you have to do it,
because I let you do it to me?"
"No." she replies, "I want you to do it, but I don't know if I want
to taste it."
"Well don't then." I reply, "What Jenny told you is true; If you
don't want to do it, you don't have to. And if you do want to try or
do something, just ask me. I might say no, but I won't get mad, or
think any less of you for it. On the other hand, if I ever find out
you did something you didn't want to, just because you thought it
would please me or somebody else, then I'll never play these games
with you again. ok?"
"Uh-huh." she nods looking serious. "Now can you piddle on my boobs
and pussy?"
"Well there's a little problem there." I reply with a grin, "Men
can't pee when they're hard."
She scoots back, looks down at my rampant cock and giggles, "I'd call
that a big problem. I still don't know how it's going to fit in me."
"Well it's not really THAT big, they come in all sizes and some can
be twice as big. And think about it for a moment, if a baby can come
out of that hole, there shouldn't be any problems getting my baby
maker into it."
"I guess you're right." she giggles. "And do they really get that
big?" she asks, her eyes widening with incredulity.
"Yup, that big." I grin at her, "Big enough to tickle your tonsils,
I'm just an average sort of bloke."
"Well you're still too big for what I want now." she pouts, "How do
I make it small?"
"Well you could pump the cream out." I respond, knowing what her
reaction to that will be.
Sure enough, she objects strenuously, "No, you've got to fuck me
tonight. Is there any other way?"
"Well there's always the cold shower." I reply.
Before I have a chance to stop her, she pulls herself free of my
impaling thumb and turns the cold tap on full, causing us both to
gasp. Immediately, my erection wilts like a chocolate Easter bunny
in a blast furnace and I struggle to my feet. I shut off the icy
water and glare down at her, "Actually I was just going to use a wet
cloth, that was a bit much."
"You did say a cold shower," she says through chattering teeth. She
looks down at my shrivelled member and giggles, "Anyway, it worked
and you can piddle on me now."
"Let's warm up a bit first." I say. Turning the shower head to the
wall, I adjust the temperature to as hot as I think she can stand and
turn the spray back on us. Alison gasps at the heat, but turns her
face up into the falling water.
Once we stop shivering, she reaches for the taps and turns off the
water. Taking a firm hold on my somewhat recovered member, she says,
"Ok, you can give me another sort of shower now."
With a conscious effort of will, I relax my bladder and send out a
strong spurt of hot piss, which hits her in the belly. She jumps and
squeaks at the impact, but recovers quickly and aims my stream at her
chest, moving it from side to side coating both of her tiny breasts
with my pee. She then trails the flow down over her belly, and aims
it at the juncture of her thighs, spreading her pussy lips apart, to
direct it against her still hard clit.
She moans at the impact and my cock begins to harden in response.
Then in a surprising move, she drops to her knees and aims the golden
stream at her face. With one hand she furiously masturbates her
clit, the other holding my cock steady, as she turns her face back
and forth in the hot outpourings of my bladder.
With amazing rapidity. my cock continues to harden and she has to
fight it down, to keep it aimed at her beautiful elfin face. It is
with some difficulty, that I force the last of my pee out, releasing
it in short sharp bursts.
Keeping her eyes closed, she releases my cock to slap wetly against
my belly and lowers her hand to join the other between her legs. Her
left hand furiously rubs and pinches her swollen, bruised looking
clit, while the other delves deeper and she drives three fingers as
far as she can force them into her box. Leaning back against the
wall, she rapidly plunges them in and out, driving herself towards
another massive climax, her head banging unnoticed, against the tiles.
I drop to my knees in front of her, slipping a hand behind her head
to cushion it, as I take hold of her left nipple with the other.
Leaning forward I take her starboard teat between my teeth and start
to gently chew on it. I taste my own, stronger flavoured urine, on
her skin, but caught up in pleasuring her, I ignore it and
concentrate on flicking my tongue back and forth across the stiff,
rubbery nubbin of flesh caught between my teeth.
In only a matter of seconds, she grunts, and her juvenile frame bucks
beneath me, as she cums. Thrusting her chest out and mashing the
small hillock of her breast against my bared teeth. Her orgasm is
short and sharp, subsiding as quickly as it rose and a few seconds
later, her chest heaving she pulls away from me.
I sit back on my heels and look down into her glistening face, as she
gets her breathing under control. Taking hold of her wrist, I pull
her fingers from her ravaged twat and lift them to my lips. Feeding
her fingers into my mouth, I wash the bitter taste of my piss away
with the succulent juices of her spend.
A moment later, I hear her ask, "Uh Greg, could you turn the shower
back on so I can wash my face and open my eyes?"
I slip my arm beneath hers and help her to stand on trembling legs,
then adjust the water to a comforting warmth. She turns her face up
into the falling water and leans into me as she luxuriates in the
soothing spray. A minute later, she turns the water off and keeping
her arm around my waist, she pulls me from the shower.
We roughly towel ourselves dry and make a dash for the lounge, where
we take our time, to properly dry each other in front of the wall
furnace. I then take a couple of cushions from the couch and pull
Alison down to sit between my legs in the warm blast of air coming
from the grill, as I attend to her hair for the second time that
night.
When I'm done, she takes the brush from me and stands behind me while
she does mine. She then starts to sit in front of me, but changes
her mind. With a very definite, "Don't move." she skips from the
room and returns a moment later, holding something behind her back.
She drops gracefully into a half lotus before me, giving me a clear
view of her pretty, young pussy. I notice that even in this
widespread position the shell like halves of her vulva remain mostly
closed, though at the top, the hood of her clitoris is clearly
visible and at the bottom I can see a black slit within a slit, that
indicates the position of her vaginal entrance.
She only gives me a few seconds to contemplate the delightful vista
before her hands and the hairbrush block my view, as she goes to work
on my beard. Once she is satisfied that it is tangle free, she
divides it down the middle and then divides the right half into
three. With nimble fingers she quickly plaits it and says, "Close
your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to."
I close my eyes and feel her fasten the end. "Keep them closed."
she admonishes me, as she goes to work on the other side. Half a
minute later she finishes the left and says, "Ok, you can open them
now."
I open my eyes and I'm presented with my horrendously magnified
visage in the makeup mirror and then I catch sight of what she has
used to fasten the ends of the plaits. Two bright pink bows of inch
wide ribbon adorn the tips of my tightly plaited forked beard.
Cocking my head to one side like a bird, I say, "I think I can live
with the plaits, but those ribbons have to go."
"I don't know," she says grinning, "I think they're kinda cute."
"Yeah 'ugly but fascinating'." I return, reaching up to tug them
free.
"No!" Alison restrains my hand, "It's just a joke, here." she takes
hold of one plait and tugs the ribbon off, replacing it with an
elastic band, she then does the other and holds the mirror up again.
"You know, I think I like it." I say, turning my head, this way and
that, to get a better look. "Now all I need to do is grow my hair
long here" I indicate my temples. "and I'll look like a real
barbarian.
"And do you know what barbarians do?" I ask with a leer.
"No." she replies with a grin, that tells me she can make a good
guess.
"They capture beautiful, young virgins and subject them to a fate
worse than death." I growl and suiting my actions to my words, I
pluck the mirror from her hands and setting it aside I take hold of
her and throw her over my shoulder.
Chapter 7 - What's She Been Up To?
Falling into the part, she feebly beats at my back and quietly
shrieks, "Oh no, not that. Spare me, please spare me."
"Never." I say, gently swatting her on the backside, "I've captured
you and now I'm going to have my wicked way with you. The only
question is; Where do you want it, here, your room or your mother's."
"My room." she declares and returns to beating my back with blows
that might just concuss a gnat, while uttering shrieks that would be
inaudible from across the room.
I rise to my feet and start to carry her from the room. "Oops," I
say setting her down, "we'd better take these with us or Rene's going
to wonder what's going on." I throw her nightie at her, while
picking up and slipping on my robe. I put the cushions back on the
couch, while Alison, takes care of the TV and Video. She then comes
to stand before me, obviously waiting for me to put her back over my
shoulder.
Taking a good grip on her hips, I do so and she goes back to her
thumping and squealing as I begin to detail the depraved and
degenerate actions I intend to perform on her poor, defenceless body.
"First, I'm going to strip this flimsy rag from your, trembling
terrified body and then I'm going to rub my great, filthy hands all
over your sweet, innocent, little body like this." I demonstrate by
trailing my hand up her legs, under the hem of her nightie, to gently
squeeze and maul her delightfully firm buttocks.
"And then, I'm going to force my nasty fingers up inside your little
girl's cunt like this." Again I suit actions to words and push my
middle finger into the steaming, sopping wet, velvety passage, that
lies between her quivering thighs. As soon as my finger slides home,
she goes limp and a tremulous sigh escapes her lips. A moment later
she gains purchase by wrapping her arms around my chest and humps her
hips up and down, fucking herself on my intruding digit.
"Come on." I say, withdrawing my finger from the tight, warm embrace
of her youthful pussy. "We'd better get to your room, before I drop
you here on the floor and fuck you right outside Rene's bedroom."
I shush her as she giggles and look in on Rene. Somehow or other,
she has gotten herself entangled in the bed clothes. Her nightie is
rucked up under her armpits, exposing the bottom of her ribs and cute
little belly. The sheet and doona are wrapped around her legs and
lower body.
Setting Alison down on the floor, I carefully disentangle the bed
clothes and fold them down to the foot of the bed. Rene doesn't even
stir as I pull her nightie down. I wave Alison around to the other
side of the bed, so she can help me with the bedclothes, but instead
of taking hold of the sheet, she flips the hem of her little sister's
nightie up and with a muffled giggle, pulls her leg to one side.
Though the light from the hall is dim, the shadows sharply delineate
the lines of her sweet young pussy and I imagine that I can see just
a hint of moisture in the deepest shadows.
"I dare you to kiss it." Alison whispers from across the bed and I
look up to see the light gleam from her teeth as she grins at me.
Grinning back at her, I carefully put my hands on either side of
Rene's tiny frame and lower my lips to her pouting pussy. As I get
closer, I inhale and I detect more than a hint of an unmistakable
odour and I think to myself, 'well she obviously liked the way I
fixed her bathers, I wonder if she made herself cum.'
Drinking of the heady, intoxicating aroma of her arousal, I gently
press my lips to the smooth, hairless skin of her five year old
vulva. Then unable to resist, I dip my tongue between her legs and
taste of her sweet ambrosial nectar, dragging the rough tip of my
tongue, the full length of the fine crack separating the perfect,
hairless halves of her pre-teen pussy.
It is with an extreme effort of will, that I stop myself from falling
upon her succulent little pudenda and devouring her whole. Instead I
reluctantly drag myself away and cover the source of my temptation.
I look up at Alison and meet her open mouthed stare with a grin,
waving for her to take hold of the sheet. Fumbling, she does so and
we draw it up under Rene's chin and carefully tuck her in. She then
helps me with the doona and lightly brushes her lips across her
little sister's cheek, then motions for me to do the same.
As I do so, I feel her twitch as one of my braids tickles her under
the nose and I hastily pull back, watching as she frees a hand and
scrubs it back and forth across her upper lip. With a little mumble,
she rolls over onto her side and burrows her nose under the edge of
the doona.
Silently, I walk around the end of the bed, hold out my hand to
Alison. Instead of taking it she wraps her arm around my waist and
snuggles into my side, pulling my hand down to cup her right breast
through the soft cotton of her nightie.
She remains silent until we reach her room, but as soon as the door
is closed she turns until the tip of my cock rests between her
budding breasts and looks up at me. In a mock accusing tone, she
says, "I said, kiss it not lick it."
"But she smelled so good," I reply apologetically.
"So, what did she taste like, better than me?" her expression tells
me what answer I'd better give to that question.
However some little demon prompts me to say, "Yep." I wait for her
expression to darken, before grinning and adding, "But, I haven't
tasted you without pee sauce, so who can tell."
"Oooh, you, you, you bugger!" she says and thumps my chest.
"Seriously though," I say, "there are no betters or worse, everybody
is just as good as everybody else, just different. Of course that
doesn't count if you haven't washed for a week. In that case I'll
tell you, you stink and taste like shit."
She giggles at the last, and I grin back at her, "Want to hear
something funny?" I ask.
"What?"
"I know how your baby sister got all tangled up like that." I say
and wait.
Alison tries to outwait me, but her curiosity gets the better of her
and she asks "How?"
"I think, your little sister has found out that her pussy is good for
more than peeing with and she fingered herself to sleep."
"Your kidding," Alison giggles, "Rene?"
"Uh-huh," I nod, "she certainly smelled like it."
"And of course you just HAD to taste her, just to make sure."
"Of course." I reply with an air of injured innocence.
"I think you're just a dirty old man, who likes to do naughty things
to little girls." she accuses, "But that's all right, I'm a little
girl and I want you to do naughty things to me right now."
"Come on." she starts pushing me towards the foot of the bed. I
feel the edge against the back of my legs and with a shove she
topples me onto it. She immediately starts tugging at the belt of my
robe and as soon as the knot gives way, she folds it back to expose
my rampant member.
With a squeal of delight, she grabs hold, gives it a few quick pumps
and then takes hold of the hem of her nightie.
Smiling, I sit up and place my hands over hers, saying, "No, let me
unwrap you."
She smiles shyly back at me, and lets her nightie fall. I reach for
the hem and then an idea strikes me. She looks at me questioningly,
as I rise from the bed and go over to her dresser. It is identical
to Rene's and taking a chance, I tug open the top drawer. Yep, there
are her knickers, a mixture of older cotton varieties and newer more
grown up ones. In a couple of cases, very grown up. For the
occasion, I choose a full, high waisted, pair of plain, white, cotton
underpants.
Alison looks at them askance for a few moments, when I hand them to
her, but their symbolism dawns on her and she motions for me to turn
around while she puts them on. She then tugs my robe closed and
reties the belt. Pushing me back onto the bed, she stands before me,
a picture of virginal innocence.
Chapter 8 - A Fate Worse than Death.
As I grasp the hem of her nightie, a look of apprehension flickers
across her face, as she realises that the moment of truth is almost
upon her. "Are you sure you want to do this?" I ask quietly.
"Uh-huh." she nods, "I'm just a little scared."
"It's ok to be scared." I tell her and immediately the fearful look
fades, though she continues to chew nervously on her lower lip. I
lower my eyes to the hem of her nightie and start to slowly gather
the material in my hands, inching it higher and higher.
With six inches of cloth in my hands I pause to look up at Alison's
face, where anticipation has started to crowd out her nerves.
Letting my gaze fall once more, I resume gathering up her hem,
raising it until her knickers come into view.
She has arranged them perfectly. Although they are a little on the
small side, she has settled them low on her hips, so that the crotch
is slightly baggy between her legs giving no hint, as to the shape of
her pudenda. My heart thumps in my chest and my hands tremble, as I
continue to lift the soft fabric of her nightie higher.
Again I pause, just below the level of her breasts and when I raise
my eyes to hers, I'm met by her sweet, still slightly nervous smile.
She raises her hands above her head and I raise the nightie up to the
level of her chin. Her tiny breasts have become even smaller,
flattened when her skin is pulled tight by her upraised arms.
I stand to pull her nightie right off and toss it aside, before
sitting back down on the bed and drinking in the sight of her perfect
pre-teen body. She stands, a trifle self-consciously, before me, her
hands folded protectively in front of her groin.
"Perfect, just perfect." I whisper and she rewards me with a
brilliant smile, dropping her hands to her sides. I hold out my arms
to her and she climbs onto the bed, straddling my hips.
I gently enfold her in my arms, drawing her against my chest and
pulling her head down to my shoulder. Her arms slip around me and
she hugs me convulsively, sending a thrill of pure love through me.
I gently caress her back from the nape of her neck to the elastic
waistband of her snow white knickers.
Slowly her arms relax and she lifts her head to gaze lovingly into my
eyes. Lifting my hand to the back of her head, I gently, pull her
forehead down to my lips, planting a soft kiss just below her fringe.
She then does the same for me. Taking turns we exchange sweet soft
kisses in this fashion, eyelids, cheeks, nose and chin.
Finally, lip meets lip, at first gently, almost chastely, but it
quickly becomes more, as moaning, she parts her lips and increases
the pressure of her hand on the back of my head. Experimentally, I
probe between her soft, sweet lips with the tip of my tongue and she
meets it with her own. Teasingly, she flicks the tip of my tongue
with hers and pulls back, inviting me deeper.
I follow and again, her tongue greets mine, following it as I explore
the warm, minty cavity of her mouth. She briefly twines her tongue
around mine, before gently crowding it out of her mouth and I feel
her tongue agilely exploring the interior of my mouth.
Suddenly, I feel her lips tighten and she pulls back grinning. "I
just realised," she says, giggling, "that's the first time we kissed
properly."
"I guess that is pretty funny." I smile back at her.
"Yeah," she giggles, "I've jerked you off, and sort of sucked your
cock and you've fingered me and licked my pussy and we've piddled all
over each other, but this is the first time we've really kissed
properly."
"Well, do you like it?" I ask.
"Uh-huh," she replies, "but I want to feel what it's like to fuck
now."
"Not so fast," I say, grinning, "you only get one first time, I want
this to be really special for you. Now close your eyes and enjoy."
Taking her beautiful elfin face between my hands I press my lips to
her forehead then gently to each of her eyelids. She squeaks in
surprise as I flick the tip of my tongue over her eyelid and her eyes
snap open. "Keep them closed." I gently admonish her as I kiss them
closed again.
Her cute little retrousse nose is next and she giggles as I
completely cover it with my lips and gently nip at the tip. "Shhh."
I trail kisses and tiny little licks over her cheek and lick and
nibble around her earlobe while she squirms beneath my ministrations.
I follow the line of her jaw, working my way around to her other ear
with a rapid series of nibbling kisses. Again she squirms as I take
her earlobe between my teeth and tug gently. I work my way across
her cheek to her slightly parted, moist lips.
She moans in disappointment as I just flick my tongue across her lips
and abandon them to gently bite her chin. Next I kiss and nibble her
throat causing her to throw her head back. Opening my mouth as wide
as I can I take her throat in my teeth and feel her entire body
shiver convulsively.
Moving my lips to her right shoulder I kiss, and bite along her
collar bone. I then press my tongue into the hollow at the base of
her throat, before moving on to her left shoulder. As my lips move
down her chest she arches her back to present her small boobs up for
my attention.
Cradling her in my arms like a baby, I turn and carefully lower her
to the bed. Kneeling beside her, I suck her entire right breast into
my mouth, enjoying the feel of her rubbery nipple everting itself
under my tongue. Leaving a wet trail across the center of her chest
I move on to her left breast, teasing the nipple erect with a series
of rapid flicks of my tongue. I then take it between my teeth and
bite down gently. With a quiet moan, she arches her back and presses
the surrounding flesh to my lips, then moans again as I release it.
I feel her tense as I trace a direct line from the hollow at the base
of her throat on an arrow straight journey towards her navel. At the
last moment I veer aside and she relaxes with a sigh. A moment
later, she folds up like a jackknife around my head and emits a
muffled shriek, as I plunge my tongue into the sensitive pucker
positioned in the center of her belly.
From her navel I move to her right hip and trace a line of wet kisses
along the line of the waistband of her knickers. I then do the same
along the legbands, holding her legs together, when she would part
them to give me access to the cloth encased center of her being.
I leave another trail of nibbling kisses down her legs to her feet,
where pulling them together I suck both her big toes into my mouth at
once, then concentrating on one foot I take all of the toes into my
mouth and lick along the undersides. I then suck on the toes of the
other foot before turning her over on to her face.
I firmly grasp her ankle and give a broad flat lick to the sole of
her foot causing her to squeal into the pillow and try to jerk it
from my grip. The other foot receives the same treatment with a
similar response.
Back and forth from one leg to the other, I trail licks and kisses up
her calves to the sensitive backs of her knees. I lick and she
squirms and squeaks yet again. Onwards and upwards I lick and nibble
up the backs of her thighs centring my attention on the more
sensitive inner surfaces.
By the time I reach her cotton encased bottom, she is bucking her
hips, forcing her mons into the mattress as a heavenly aroma rises
from between her slim legs. I trace the line of her knickers, then
briefly press my lips to each of the twin globes of her taught
buttocks. She lifts her hips for me as I take hold of the waistband
of her knickers, then lowers them again with a groan, as I release
them with just the top of the crease at the base of her spine showing.
Lowering my lips into the thus revealed valley, I work my way up her
spine, pressing my lips to each hard, knobbly vertebra until I reach
the base of her skull. Taking the back of her neck between my teeth,
causes her to shiver in reaction, her face coming clear of the
pillow, as she arches her head back, moaning deep in her throat.
I loosen the belt of my robe and sit back for just long enough to
shrug it from my shoulders and let it fall to the bed. Then before
she can move, I nuzzle into the side of her neck as I spread it
beside her. As I roll her on top of it, I find her lips with mine
and part them with my tongue. Hungrily, she all but inhales my
tongue, sucking on it like it was a small and prehensile cock. Just
as hungrily, I explore every square millimetre that I can reach
within her mouth before pulling back and slipping my thumbs into the
waistband of her knickers.
As soon as she feels my hands on her hips, her eyes fly open and she
looks down. Noticing my nakedness, she lifts her eyes to meet mine
and mouths the single word, "Now?"
"Now." I confirm, and she lifts her hips for me. Slowly I tug her
knickers lower and lower, first exposing the top of her pubic mound
and a few seconds later the start of the crease between her labia.
Millimetre by millimetre I unveil her sweet, hairless pussy; until,
in all its glory, it is revealed to me.
Immediately the fabric clears her bottom, she lowers it back to the
bed and parts her legs slightly. As I tug her knickers lower, the
fabric of the gusset stick to the lips of her pussy and when it does
pull free, long gooey strands of her lubricants join her labia to the
fabric. One by one they break, the last persisting until her
knickers reach mid thigh. Like a baby she lifts her feet clear of
the bed and in a single swift motion, I divest Alison of the last of
her clothing.
Raising the saturated fabric to my face, I inhale deeply, drawing the
intoxicating aroma of her arousal deep into my lungs. Extending my
tongue, I taste of her sweet juices, before setting the drenched
bundle of cloth aside, on the night stand.
For a few moments longer, I gaze into her eyes, deeply moved by the
look of complete and utter trust that I find there. No longer
afraid, she is ready for that single, unique act, which signals the
beginning of the end of her girlhood.
Slowly, but without hesitation, she lifts and separates her knees,
giving me complete access to the most intimate part of her body.
With infinite care, I move sideways to kneel between her feet.
Craning her neck, she strains to see down between her legs to where
my rigidly upstanding cock, rises from its nest of wiry dark hair.
I gently push her head back to the pillows and Starting at the top of
her head, I allow my gaze to fall on her, as I drink in every
exquisite detail of her body. Her long silky hair forms a golden
corona that frames her narrow lightly tanned face. Her eyes are a
clear sky blue, bordered by long almost invisible lashes. In the
center of her face, between slightly reddened cheeks lies her small,
slightly retrousse nose, above barely parted, cupid's lips.
I lower my gaze past her strong, slightly defiant chin and long,
slender neck to the tiny, perfectly hemispherical mounds of her
nascent breasts, crowned by tiny pea sized nipples. Just enough fat
covers her torso to conceal the lines of her ribs. In the center of
her flat belly, my eyes find the perfect round dimple of her navel.
Lower still, I reach the swell of her young pubis, the white,
untanned flesh of which, remains unsullied by all but the finest of
peach fuzz. Divided into perfectly symmetrical halves by the finest
of cracks, it frames the stiffly upstanding nubbin of her iridescent
little clitoris.
From it, my gaze traces the deep pink lines of her swollen inner
labia to the narrow black slit of her vagina.
Her slim hips are just beginning to round and fill out into the lines
of her emerging womanhood. Swifter now, I sweep my gaze over the
slim well-toned lines of her firm thighs; past knees slightly scarred
by rough and tumble childhood activities, to firm, rounded calves;
slim ankles and small dainty feet.
Her eyes widen a little as I lean forwards to loom over her and the
tip of my prick brushes against the burning flesh of her swollen
vulva. I gently pull one of the pillows from beneath her head, then
folding it double, I push it beneath the other, easing the strain on
her neck. I then gently push one of her legs back towards her chest
and guide her hand to hold it behind the knee. Getting the idea, she
lifts the other leg of her own volition and takes hold of it too.
As she gazes down to where my cock hangs above her shining, puffed up
little pussy, I replace her hand on her right leg with my own,
whispering, "I'll hold this leg, that hand has another job to do."
For a moment she looks at mee quizzically and then her mouth forms a
little 'O' of comprehension as she realises that the moment is upon
her, and that even now, I am giving her control of the situation.
She reaches down and around her backside and fumbling a little, wraps
her small fingers around my shaft. Then taking a deep breath, she
watches, with eyes as big as saucers, while she angles my rock hard
prick down towards her waiting pussy. Following her lead, I lower my
hips slightly until the bulbous tip of my cock kisses the slick, hot
ring of flesh at the entrance to her virgin pussy.
When she pushes her hips upwards and tries to force the fat crown of
my prick into her body I suggest, "Move it around a little and get
everything nice and wet first."
Intently gazing at where the tip of my cock meets her labia, she
begins dragging the head of my penis back and forth in the oily
groove between her legs, gasping as it passes over her hypersensitive
clit. I groan at the sheer, unadulterated pleasure as I feel the hot
rubbery flesh of her swollen labia open up around the tip of my cock
and coat it with her sweet slippery fluids.
I gently start to rock my hip, pushing as she brings the head of my
cock up to circle the rigid little shaft of her clitoris and again as
it passes over the center of heat and wetness that marks the entrance
to her vagina. With each pass over her vagina, I press a little
harder, until suddenly her labia opens up around me and the top half
of my swollen glans lodges in the tight ring of muscles at the
entrance to her vaginal sheath.
My groan of pleasure mingles with her moaning gasp and she stares,
wide eyed, at the point where our bodies have become one. Pressing
inwards experimentally I feel her open up around me until the tight
ring of muscle closes, with a snapping sensation, behind the flaring
crown of my rigid member.
Already, with barely the tip of my cock within the sweet tight
confines of her pre-teen pussy, I am close to cumming and I hold
myself rigidly still as I wait for the churning of my balls to
subside. A few seconds later, Alison lifts her hips and she moans
deep in her throat as another inch of my cock slides into the tight,
warm embrace of her juvenile pussy.
Carefully, I pull back half of that inch and then push downwards
slowly, until her hand is caught between her swollen labia and my
pubis and nearly half of my cock is buried in the warm, wet confines
of her body. The slow, piston like plunge of my manhood into her
body, seemingly forcing a moan of delight from her slightly parted
lips.
As I begin to pull back, Alison takes her hand from my shaft and
takes hold of her leg, allowing me to lower my hand to the bed. I
withdraw until the flare of my cock catches at the entrance to her
vagina, then reverse my direction and push back into her, gaining
another fractional inch of penetration.
Briefly, I lift a hand from the bed to guide the motions of her
pelvis, in counterpoint to my thrusts. She quickly picks up the
rhythm, squeaking, as she lifts her hips when I push down and
dropping them with a moan, as I pull back. Half a minute later, my
pubic bone kisses hers, as I push the last quarter inch of my shaft
into the incredibly hot, tight clasp of her velvety vaginal sheath.
"Oh my God, it's in." Alison breathes disbelievingly, gazing raptly
at the point of juxtaposition.
"How does it feel?" I ask, as I fight down the cum rising in my
balls.
"Wonderful." she whispers, "It feels so good I don't want you to
take it out. Ever." She wiggles her hips a little, grinding her
pebbly clit between our bodies and moans, "Oh wow, that makes my
tingle bump feel sooo good."
"Noooo, put it back!" she moans as I pull back, slowly and steadily
until only my glans remains within her. Followed by a single drawn
out hissing, "Yesssss!" as I push back into her, not stopping until
her clitoris is crushed between our pelvis's. "Again!" she yelps
from between clenched teeth.
I back out a little faster and plunge back into her body, rotating my
hips as our bodies come together, crushing her clit between us. "Oh
Yessss!" she squeals, "Fuck me harder!"
Her face becomes a mask of pleasure and her hips jerk up to meet
mine, as I plunge faster and faster into her receptive pre-teen body.
Our bodies meet with a wet slapping sound, and before long she
releases her grip on her legs and wraps them around my waist, using
the extra leverage to pull me into her with greater and greater
force. Her fingers dig bruisingly, into the muscles of my upper arms
and I use the pain as a focus to keep myself from cumming too soon.
Each time our bodies meet, she rotates her hips, grinding her
engorged clit into my pubic mound. Beyond coherence, she moans and
squeals deep in her throat, thrashing her head from side to side.
Suddenly, from deep within her body, there rises a keen that is
purely animal in nature and she goes into convulsive spasms beneath
me.
Surrounding my deeply embedded cock, her vaginal sheath contracts in
rippling waves, triggering my own climax. Jet after searing jet, of
my white hot seed burns a path through the shaft of my cock, to
splash deep inside her body, up against the neck of her womb. Almost
crushing her beneath me, I press my face into the pillow above her
head, muffling her howls of pleasure, against my chest, even as I
bite into the pillow to control mine.
On and on her orgasm continues, the milking action of her vaginal
walls prolonging mine long past the point where my balls have run
dry, leaving my prostate convulsing painfully. Finally her climax
ends and my own burning contractions are allowed to cease.
Before I crush her totally, I slip my arms beneath her shoulders and
the back of her legs and hold her to me, as I roll over onto my back.
Groaning, she tries to lift her head, but she is so spent that it
falls back with a thump, onto my chest. Mustering what little
strength remains to me, I slide my fingers beneath her chin and help
her look up into my face.
"How did you like your first time?" I ask her with a grin.
"I loved it." she whispers back, "I felt like I was going to die and
I didn't even care. Thankyou."
"Thank-YOU!" I whisper back, "Thankyou for sharing one of your most
precious moments with me. How do you feel now."
"Fucked!" she replies with a wan smile.
"Yes, you certainly are that." I say, with a quiet laugh.
"I'm too tired to hit you." she giggles, lowering her head back to
my chest. "So you'll have to imagine I just did."
Some time later I'm woken by Alison shivering in my arms and a
burning ache in my balls that tells me I have overspent myself.
Carefully, I roll her sleeping body off me, my now shrivelled cock
pulling free of her freshly fucked pussy. Surprisingly, only a tiny
trickle of sperm leaks from her vagina, but just in case, I roll her
up in my robe, before lifting her to my shoulder, while I pull back
the bedclothes. She is so exhausted that even when I slip and drop
her the last foot to the mattress, she doesn't even stir.
A glance at the clock beside her bed, as I pull the sheet and doona
up over her cocooned body, reveals that it is only ten thirty, but
even after resting for half an hour or so, I barely have the strength
to stagger through the house and douse all of the lights but the one
in the hall. Finally, I stumble into the master bedroom and crawl
between the sheets.
Some time later I'm woken by a tiny hand shaking my shoulder.
Blearily, I blink my eyes, finally managing to focus, in the dim
light from the hall, on Rene's little face. "Greg," she says in a
small voice, "I've wet the bed. Can I sleep with you?"
Chapter 9 - Rene Too?
Bleary eyed and still half asleep, I roll out of bed not realising
that I'm naked until a tiny gasp makes me look to Rene, then follow
the line of her wide eyed gaze to my cock. "Oops!" I say, "Run
along to the bathroom Rene, I'll be with you in a minute. ok?"
Wide eyed, she stumbles backwards, her eyes looked on my cock, until
she bangs her shoulder on the doorjamb. She then turns and almost
runs down the hall to the bathroom. Leaving me wondering if I'd
scared her with my accidental exposure.
Turning on the bedside lamp, I grab a pair of jocks from my bag, slip
them on. Catching sight of myself in a mirror, I notice that one of
my braids has come undone, so I pull off the other elastic band and
drag my fingers through my beard.
I then check the bed in Rene's room to see what the damage is.
Luckily she has thrown the blankets back and when I check them, I
find that they're dry. So I Just gather up the wet sheets and mop up
the worst of the cooling mess on the rubber undersheet. After drying
my hands on the corner of a sheet, I grab a pair of dry knickers for
her. I then take the sheet into the laundry and set them soaking in
the trough.
I enter the bathroom through the toilet and find Rene standing in the
middle of the tiled floor, still dressed in her wet nightie and
shivering from the cold.
"Oh you poor mite." I say, "You could have taken that off and
wrapped yourself in a towel while you waited."
"I didn't want to get it dirty." she whispers.
"That doesn't matter." I tell her, "If it happens again, you just
wrap up in a towel to stay warm. ok?"
"Uh-huh." she nods.
"Now lets get these wet things off and get you cleaned up." I say
laying the clean undies on the rim of the bath.
"Skin a rabbit." I say seizing the damp hem of her nightie and
pulling it off over her head. Underneath her cute little slit
glistens with her urine.
"Well here's the problem," I say pressing the back of my hand, with
one knuckle slightly extended, to her tiny mound. "this is all wet.
I wonder how that happened?"
"I wet it silly." she giggles, pressing a little against my hand.
"How did you do that?" I ask.
"Silly!" she giggles, pressing hard enough for my knuckle to slip
between her plump little pussy lips. "I piddled while I was
sleeping."
"Well lets, get you cleaned up a bit and then I want you to do
something for me." I say, turning on the taps, wincing at the sound
of the demand type hot water service firing up.
"What's that?" she asks.
"I want you to see if you can piddle a bit more for me, so there's no
chance you'll wet your mummy's bed, ok?"
"Uh-huh." she nods.
"Now spread your legs a bit Honey." I say , dampening a cloth with
warm water and rubbing a bit of soap on it. She does as I ask,
moving her feet well apart, and I quickly wipe down her tiny body
from neck to knee. Then using the fingers of my free hand, I
separate the halves of her still closed pussy and take a quick peek
at her tiny pink clitoris, before wiping from her butt crack up to
her belly button.
I then rinse out the cloth with clean water and repeat the procedure,
cleaning the residue of soap from her young body. In the few seconds
it takes me to shut off the water and drape the cloth over the edge
of the basin, she begins to shiver again and I quickly grab a towel
and wrap her in it, massaging her through the thick cloth to warm her
up.
When I get to her pussy, she again pushes into my touch and a happy
little smile plays across her lips. I spend a little longer than is
strictly necessary drying between her legs and her expression turns
dreamy as her eyes slowly close.
When I remove my hand, her eyes open and she turns a slightly
disappointed look on me. "Come on," I say, "are you ready to do that
wee for me now?"
"Uh-huh." she nods, shrugging the towel from her shoulders. She
trots into the toilet and clambers up onto the seat, to sit legs
splayed as she strains to do as I'd asked.
"Hang on," I say from the doorway, "I've got an idea."
I step up to the basin and set the cold tap trickling into the drain.
I then go back to the toilet and kneel in front of her. Taking a
chance, I press her knees further apart and using my thumbs, I open
up the thin crack bisecting her fat little mound. Looking on
curiously, she watches what I am doing, but makes no objections.
"Ok," I say, in a low, steady voice, "I want you to close your eyes
and listen to the sound of the water running in the sink. I don't
want you to push and strain, I just want you to listen to the water.
Can you hear the water? What does the water sound like? It sounds
like somebody piddling doesn't it? Just relax and listen. Doesn't
that sound make you want to piddle too? Are you going to do a wee
for me? Just relax and listen to the water. Are... That's a good
girl."
As I watch the little pink crease between her legs, I see the opening
of her urethra pucker outwards and a pale golden stream emerges and
dribbles into the bowl beneath her. She pees for about five seconds,
then pushes out a last couple of spurts, that hiss into the side of
the bowl.
"That's all." she says and pulls a couple of sheets from the roll.
"Please?" she asks holding them out to me.
Changing to a one handed grip on her tiny mons, I take the wad of
paper from her and carefully dry her crack. Then after dropping the
paper into the bowl, I trace the length of her slit with my bare
fingertip for the first time.
"Mmmm." she hums.
"There you go," I say, lifting her down from the seat, "All dry. Now
off you go and put your knickers on, I need to have a widdle too."
I slide the door closed behind her, lift the seat and release my
cock. Thanks to Alison, I'm still only half hard, even after such a
close scrutiny of her little sister's pussy and watching her pee.
Taking aim, I direct my stream into the bowl, mixing my urine with
Rene's.
When I finish, I turn towards the door as I reach for the button and
I catch a glimpse of a shadow disappearing from the crack between it
and the jamb. When I open the door, I find Rene rooted to the spot,
with both legs stuck in the same leg hole of her knickers and she
looks up at me with a scared expression on her face.
"Were you peeking?" I ask, smiling to let her know I wasn't mad.
Blushing prettily, she hangs her head and nods.
"It's ok," I tell her, "but you really shouldn't, your mummy mightn't
like it."
"You watched me." she mumbles, on the edge of tears.
"It's ok. I'm not mad." I say, kneeling down and hugging her,
"Watching you was a bit different. I was helping you to pee and
you're still a little girl. But little girls aren't supposed to
watch men widdling."
"Are you going to tell Mummy I peeked?" she asks, still not far from
tears.
"I tell you what." I say tilting her face up and smiling into her
eyes, "I won't tell her you watched me if you don't tell her I
watched you. ok?"
"Ok." she says, sealing the bargain with a sweet kiss.
"Now lets get these on properly." I say stripping the knickers of
her legs and holding them open for her. She steps into them for me
and I pull them up snug on her hips, then as has become usual, I slip
a finger into the leg band and br