The Girl Stories

                      by Tempest

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This is my "The Girl Series of Stories." They all have the same theme–a man meets a young girl. Most of them are less than 4,000 words, but the occasional one may run over and a few are very short, less than 2,000 words. I will add new ones to the top of the index from time to time, and repost.

I hope you will enjoy them, and thanks for reading. Please fill out the comments section at the end, and let me know what you thought of them, as it gives me feedback as to what my readers like and don't like.

Thanks

Tempest


Story Index

Click on the title in the list below to jump that story.

NEW The Girl At The Party

The Girl In The RV

The Girl At The Window

The Girl In The Store

The Girl At The Pool

The Girl On The Swing

The Girl In The Water

The Girl On The Bicycle

The Girl On The Bus

The Girl On The Train


The Girl On The Train

Mf 13, pedo, exhibitionist, ws (light), oral, con.
Jeff catches a glimpse of a young girl's knickers on the train ride home.
Word Count: 3,542
Date Published: February12 2018


I don't know how long I'd been looking at her—ten seconds, thirty seconds, a minute—I'd lost track of time. I was mesmerized by the sight of the small vee of lime-green in the tunnel formed by her dress and her slim thighs. She was seated opposite me on the train, reading a book. Earlier that day, I had been shopping for clothes in Birmingham; the train had left the dark-blue, glazed brick and smoke-stained steel rafters and roof of New Street station behind. The carriage rattled and lurched as the train trundled over the points, crossing three sets of tracks. I heard the sharp, shrill steam whistle as the train gathered speed with a rhythmic clattering as the wheels of the carriage crossed the small gap between each pair of rails—clackety-clack, clackety-clack, clackety-clack.

I was on my way home to Alvechurch, where I lived alone with my cat Leopold, and was seated in the Second Class carriage. The only other person in my compartment was the young girl whose knickers I was staring at. She was attractive, around eleven or twelve years old I guessed, with long auburn hair tied loosely at the nape of her neck. She had an oval face and pointed chin, with deep-blue eyes, a small nose and full lips. She wore a sleeveless, pale-blue summer dress that buttoned down the front, with white, knee-high socks and black court shoes.

I suddenly realized that she had looked up over her book at me staring up her dress. I felt heat in my cheeks, so I quickly looked out of the window. The lush English countryside rushed by, with its green fields, hedgerows and horse chestnut trees—as a boy, I used to collect their hard, shiny-brown fruit to play conkers with my friends. There were sheep grazing peacefully in a field next to the track, indifferent to the vision and noise of the train as it sped by. I glanced back at the girl and she had a small smile on her lips.

When she went back to reading her book, I stole a look up her dress again and noticed that she had widened her legs. I could now clearly see the crotch of her knickers. Is she coming on to me? What a stupid thought; eleven or twelve-year-old girls don't come on to men twice their age. As she heard the compartment door slide open, she quickly closed her legs.

"Tickets please," the conductor said as he walked into our compartment. I handed him mine; he punched a hole in the return portion and handed it back. He did the same for the girl's ticket. After he had left and closed the door, I looked at the girl again. Her legs were back open and they were now a little wider than before; I could definitely see a small camel toe in the front of her lime-green cotton knickers. She now had a definite smile on her face as she put her book aside. I could feel heat in my face again.

"Why did you get embarrassed looking at my knickers?" She said.

"I … I … I'm s–sorry miss," I replied, somewhat tongue-tied and stuttering slightly.

"You don't have to apologize," she said, still smiling. "I wanted you to look."

Good God, she was coming on to me after all. I sat there not saying anything—not knowing what to say.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Larry, it's Larry, my name's Larry," I blurted. What the hell's wrong with me? I'm acting like some stupid love-struck schoolboy.

"My name's Samantha," she said, "but you can call me Sam; most of my friends do. Where are you headed Larry?"

"Alvechurch," I replied. "I live there."

"You seem like a nice man Larry. You married? A girlfriend, maybe?"

"No, I'm not married and I don't have a girlfriend currently." I was finally starting to put coherent speech together. I wanted to find out more about this girl; I had never had a young girl come on to me before. Women, yes. I was fairly good-looking and was never lacking for a date or a roll under the sheets.

"How old are you Sam?" I asked.

"I'm thirteen," she replied. "How about you?"

"I'm twenty-seven. Do you always flash your knickers at men twice your age?"

"Not always. You're a very attractive man and you don't appear to be a serial rapist or an ax murderer," she replied with a giggle.

I had to chuckle. "So what does an Axe murderer look like?"

"Oh, I don't know. Probably wears a hockey mask and carries an Axe."

This girl's funny, I thought. "I think you've been watching too many horror movies," I suggested.

"Yeah, Mom says I have 'a fertile mind' is how she puts it."

"Okay, we've established I'm not an ax murderer—well, I could be; I could have left my hockey mask and axe at home today."

She giggled again. For some reason I found her giggles to be very sexy.

"You're very funny Larry, and I like you."

"So, how do you know I'm not a serial rapist preying on vulnerable young girls who flash their knickers at me?"

"I've never met a serial rapist, but I think I could spot one if I did."

Warming to this repartée, I asked, "So, tell me, what else does your 'fertile mind' come up with?"

"Lots of things. Like, what would it feel like to be a man? I know my older brother wanks, I've seen him do it, so I wondered what it would be like to have a cock and wank."

"Interesting, I've never tried to imagine what it would feel like to be a woman. I guess you get a thrill from showing men your knickers. I could get the same kind of thrill from, say, flashing my cock at a girl."

"Is that what you want to do, pull your cock out of your trousers and flash me?"

"If we were somewhere more private I would." My cock was now fully erect and was straining at my trousers. I'm sure she could see the telltale bulge.

"But it wouldn't be as exciting as doing it here, would it? Knowing someone could look into this compartment as they passed by in the corridor," she said.

"I guess you're right," I replied.

Sam got up and slid open the compartment door; she looked left and right, then closed the door and quickly sat back down.

"Coast's clear, Larry," she said, "you'd better be quick."

God, she was right, this was exciting—I'd never done anything like this before. But, there again, I'd never had such a conversation before; a conversation rife with sexual overtones. I quickly unzipped my trousers, fished inside my briefs and pulled out my erect cock. Her eyes got wide as she stared at it. I quickly put it away and zipped back up.

"Was that exciting, or what?" She said.

"As a matter of fact it was," I replied, flushed with excitement and slight embarrassment.

"You've got a nice cock Larry."

"Well, how many have you seen?"

"Oh, about six or seven, but that doesn't include my older brother; his is a lot smaller than those were."

I gasped. "Six or seven! How did you manage to see that many at such a young age?"

"On a train or bus and sometimes in the park."

She lifted her dress and pulled the gusset of her knickers to one side, exposing the lips of her plump vulva. She had just a smattering of auburn hair.

I gasped.

"Like this," she said. She covered her pussy and pulled her dress back down. "Most men don't do anything; they just stare at my pussy. Some pulled their cocks out like you just did."

"Weren't you worried they would attack you?"

"Not really. If they tried to, and one man did, I would just grab the emergency cable up there," she said, nodding in the direction of an aluminium cup, with a steel cable running through it, set into the compartment wall above the outside window. "I didn't even have to pull it. Just my hand around the cable sent him running out the door."

"I must say Sam, you are the most interesting young girl I've ever met."

I felt the train start to slow. Looking out of the window, I saw a sign that said Barnt Green; I was one stop away from my station. The train stopped and I could hear the outside wooden doors open and close. Five minutes later, I heard the whistle of the stationmaster and the train jerked forward, stopped, jerked forward again and started to move. The compartment door slid opened, and an older couple came in and sat next to Sam. Ten minutes later, the train started to slow again. As it came to a stop in the station. Sam picked up her book and a bag I hadn't noticed earlier and rose.

"Come on Daddy," she said. "This is our stop."

I didn't say anything; I just picked up the bag of clothes I had purchased that morning and followed her off the train. She held my hand as we walked up Tanyard lane. I took a left turn into Brookside Close.

"Tell me, Sam, is this the first time you've gone home with a man?"

"No, you're the second—man, that is. I've had sex with a couple of boys from my school."

"So you're not a virgin then?"

"I'm not."

I unlocked the front door to my unimposing semi-detached house. All the houses on this street were built by the same builder—Wimpey homes. They were what's known as cookie-cutter homes: identical except for a few varied features. Some had an enclosed porch; some had different coloured front doors or a different brick.

I closed the door behind us. I still found it difficult to believe that a thirteen-year-old girl has had sex with a man and I don't know how many boys.

"Where's your loo? I gotta pee," she said.

I led Sam upstairs to the only bathroom and stood and watched as she kicked off her shoes, hoisted her dress above her waist and pulled down those lime-green knickers I had been admiring for the last half-hour. A strong stream of clear urine gushed out of her tight slit, splashing into the bowl. When she was finished, she grabbed a wad of toilet paper and dried herself. She got up and pulled her knickers back up. After flushing, she washed her hands and asked where my bedroom was. I walked into my bedroom where I started to get undressed; I kicked my shoes off first.

"No, let me," she said.

Sam stood in front of me, pulled my shirt out of my trousers and slowly unbuttoned it. She pulled it off and dropped it on a chair. My undershirt followed close behind. Next, she dropped to her knees and unbuckled my belt and pulled the zipper of my trousers down. I helped her take them off. My erection was poking at the front of my blue cotton briefs. As she pulled them down, my cock sprang out and almost hit her on the chin. She took it in her hand and examined it.

"Yes, most definitely a very nice cock," she said. "I've never seen one with a curve to it though. You want to undress me now?"

She stood back up and I undid each button of her dress in turn. When I got to the last one at the waist, she lifted her arms and I pulled the dress over her head. It joined my clothes. She had on a plain, white cotton, un-lined bra. I reached behind and unhooked the fastener. She let it fall off her arms; I caught it and hung it over the back of the chair.

Kneeling in front of her, I admired her breasts, two swells the size of half-lemons with slightly puffy areolas and small pink nipples. I kissed each one in turn.

"You've got gorgeous breasts Sam," I offered. I still couldn't get over the fact that a thirteen-year-old girl was semi-naked in my bedroom.

"Thanks, Larry, although I wish they would get bigger. I've been stuck in a 32A bra for what seems like forever."

"I like small breasts; they'll never sag and will always look perky like they are now."

I hooked my fingers inside the elasticized waistband of her bikini-cut, lime-green cotton knickers and tugged them over her hips, letting them fall to the floor. I couldn't help but gasp as I saw her vulva up close with its broad vee-shaped pad rising up between her bony hips. I thought that the little creases where her plump labia met her thighs was very sexy, as was her slit that was tightly closed, though the small ridge of her clitoral sheath showed.

"Let's get on the bed," I said.

Sam lay on her back with her legs open wide, offering her pussy to me. Her slit opened up to reveal a longish clitoral sheath with her little pink nubbin at the top and the dark opening to her vagina at the bottom. I could see clear liquid seeping out of her vagina. Lapping at it, I could taste her sweetness with a little tartness from where she had wiped herself after urinating. I liked the taste of her pussy.

I couldn't stay away from her clit any longer. I sucked it between my lips and swirled my tongue around it, causing her to catch her breath.

"You sure know how to please a girl, don't you Larry?"

"Mmm," I murmured as I continued to suck and lick her clit. I put both hands on her petite breasts and squeezed gently. Then I got a little rougher and pinched her nipples and pulled them.

"God yes," she cried. "You can do that all day long."

As I worked on her clit and breasts, I could feel her bum jerk and small spasms causing her legs to twitch; her orgasm was near. A few minutes later, it came crashing in.

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god," she cried. I wondered if my neighbour Tom, who worked a night shift, could hear her. She wasn't exactly screaming but, God was she loud. I think she realized the noise she was making and pulled a pillow over her face to muffle her cries. She grabbed fistfuls of my hair, pulling my face into her now very wet pussy. Her bum came off the bed and she started bucking my mouth. This went on for a good minute. I had never fucked a woman who was as vocal as Sam as she orgasmed.

Finally, she relaxed as her orgasm waned. Small jerks of her bum or legs came and went like aftershocks. She pulled the pillow off her face and looked down at me. My face was wet with her juices.

"Oh, sorry," she said, "should have told you I get quite wet."

"That's okay," I said, "I kinda liked it."

"That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had."

"You mean the other fellas you had sex with didn't do what I just did?"

"Nah, all they wanted to do was fuck me. That one older chap was so worked up from seeing my pussy on the train, he shot his load into the Durex on the third stroke."

Damn! Condoms. I hadn't thought about getting condoms as I'd used the last ones just before my last girlfriend and I broke up.

"I'm sorry Sam, but I don't have any condoms."

"That's okay," she replied. "I just had my period so I'm safe."

"So you don't mind me cumming inside you?"

"Bloody heck no! I've only ever had unprotected sex once. It was with an older boy, and I loved the feeling of his stuff spurting inside me."

"Okay."

"C'mon, my turn to make you happy," she said, patting the mattress. I crawled up the bed and lay beside her. She leaned over me and started licking her juices off my lips, my chin and my cheeks. It was an extremely erotic experience. She lifted my cock off my stomach and lowered her mouth over its bulbous head.

"Mmmm, I love your cock Larry," she said in between sucking the end and licking the shaft from its root to its tip. She was very good. In fact, for a thirteen-year-old, she was incredible. She was giving me better head than Lisa, a thirty-nine-year-old woman I had fucked, and I thought she gave good head.

"I want you inside me," she said urgently.

For a thirteen-year-old girl, I was amazed at her sexual appetite. I obliged and got between her legs. She bent her knees and pulled her legs up beside her chest, causing her vulva to flower open for me. I grasped my cock and swiped its engorged head up and down her wet cleft, letting it rest on her pronounced perineum. She wasted no time; she took my shaft between her finger and thumb and pulled the head inside her. She was tight alright, but well lubricated, and as I pushed she took the whole of my average six inches inside her.

She moaned. "Oh gawd, that feels so good Larry. I love how the head of your cock slides against the front of my pussy. Having a nice curve to it really gives me a lot of pleasure, rubbing against my g-spot."

What the heck do thirteen-year-old girls know about g-spots? I thought. I was rapidly finding out that Sam was not your average thirteen-year-old. She draped her long, slim legs over my shoulders, letting me slide in deeper, bumping her cervix. That caused a loud gasp to escape her lips.

"God, I've never felt that before. What was it Larry?"

She must have been fucking boys with short dicks if none of them had ever bumped her end, I surmised.

"That's your cervix, the entrance to your womb," I told her.

"I love it; it feels so bloody good."

I started thrusting gently in and out of her very wet but tight pussy. It was like I was being jacked by a wet silk glove. The fact that I was fucking a thirteen-year-old girl who had just given me an incredible blow job, albeit not to conclusion, had aroused me so much that I was close to my climax.

"Almost there sweetheart," I murmured as I felt my scrotum tighten and pull my testicles up against my body. She was squeezing my forearms; my hands were on the mattress, supporting my weight. As my cock swelled and pulsed, I stopped thrusting. The first rope of cum spurted so hard it hurt. Then the second and third spurts flooded her pussy. The fourth took her over the top and she came hard again. I felt her hands tighten on my arms and her body shudder as she orgasmed.

I was done long before her orgasm was over. I lay on top of her, supporting my weight with my forearms, my head next to hers, feeling the hot puffs of her breath on my shoulder. Damn! I could fall for this girl big time.

With her orgasm finally over, I lifted up. She opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"Now that was good," she said. "I've never had two orgasms back-to-back before. I might just keep you around."

I chuckled. Then I saw she wasn't joking.

"I know, I know," she said. "It would never work would it?"

I just shook my head.

She sighed heavily. "What time is it?" she asked.

I looked at my old Timex wristwatch; it used to be my late father's. "It's four thirty-five," I told her.

"Got to go Larry," she said, with resignation in her voice.

I started to get up. "No, stay here for a bit," she said. "I can walk by myself to the station. I'll take the five o'clock to Redditch."

"Can I see you again?" I asked. It was more of a plea than a question.

"I don't know," she replied. "If Dad found out, he would beat me again."

I blinked. "Your father beats you?"

"Yes. I think it's because I won't let him do stuff with me."

"Your father wants to have sex with you?"

She didn't reply. Instead, I lay quietly watching her get dressed.

When she had finished dressing, and before I could say anything else, she kissed me on my lips and was gone. By the time I had gotten dressed and down to the station, the train had just pulled out. I watched it disappear leaving behind a trail of white steam and gray smoke.

I rode the same train for the next two weeks, but I never saw Sam again. Even though I only knew her for a few precious hours, she'd left a big hole in my life.

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The Girl On The Bus

Mf 13, pedo, exhibitionism, petting, con.
Katy meets a teacher on her daily bus ride to school.
Word Count: 3,547
Date Published: February12 2018


Kathleen Perry, Katy to her parents and friends, was riding the number sixteen Midland Red bus from the town of Redditch to Alcester–some ten miles away. She made this trip at seven-thirty every weekday morning to attend the Saint Mary's Catholic school for girls. As usual, she dressed in the school uniform comprising a dark-red, woolen blazer with the school crest sewn on the left breast, a white, long-sleeved blouse with a dark-red tie with silver diagonal stripes.

The dark-gray, pleated skirt that came to just above her knees, white ankle socks and black court shoes completed the outfit. The leather satchel over her left shoulder carried her exercise book and a pencil pouch. Sat opposite, was a man that she thought to be in his early thirties. He was very good-looking, clean shaven, and, as he smiled at her with his deep-blue eyes, she started to get a nice tingly feeling in her pussy.

He wore a brown tweed jacket with dark brown patches at the elbows, tan coloured shirt with an ugly brown tie and dark-brown trousers with argyle socks and brogues. Katy thought he might be a teacher, as there was an old, beat-up, brown leather briefcase on the seat beside him.

At almost fourteen years old, Katy was a beautiful girl with ash-blonde hair drawn tightly back off her head into a pigtail. She had pale-green eyes, a smallish nose, and full red lips. At five foot six, she was tall for her age and played guard on her school's netball team. She wished her breasts would grow some more, as most of her school classmates' were bigger; as it was, she wore a 32A bra.

She had not seen this man before, even though she had ridden this same bus at the same time every school day for the last three years. Katy was enjoying the attention he was giving her; in fact these last two years, she had noticed a lot more men had been looking at her, giving her more attention than before. Her friend Rachael had said it was because she now had breasts. Some of the men were good-looking whose attention she welcomed, and others grossed her out by the way they leered at her. The man sat opposite was most definitely one of the former.

Katy decided to have a little fun with him. Rachael had come up with the idea to part her legs a little and give whoever was watching a view of her knickers. As it was a school day and she was required to wear dark-blue, gray, or white knickers, today she had on a pair of white knickers. While he looked away, she parted her legs a little, and, as her skirt had ridden up to mid-thigh, she was sure he was getting a good eyeful.

She watched his face, and as he turned back and looked at her, his eyes widened some, and his lips parted. He was most certainly looking up her skirt as his gaze was low. Katy's pussy was tingling like crazy as were her small breasts. He picked up his briefcase and laid it in his lap to hide his growing erection.


 

Ken Barlow, an English teacher at Studley High School, could hardly believe his eyes as the beautiful girl opposite to him was showing him her knickers. He taught fourteen, fifteen and sixteen-year-olds, so he knew all about their flirting with older men–mainly him; the flirting was sometimes so blatant it embarrassed him. It was their way of asserting their sexuality, knowing the effect their developing bodies were having on men.

Of course, he was enjoying their attention, pleased that they found him attractive. But there was no way he was going to respond to their flirting as it would mean his job if he did. This girl, however, was not one of his pupils, so that made her, in his eyes, fair game. He had to find out her name and how old she was; although that last statistic was of little consequence because whether she was thirteen, fourteen or fifteen–she was still underage.

The bus pulled to a stop in Studley High Street, and the man stood up and hurriedly got off. Katy pulled her skirt down and closed her legs just before an elderly woman sat opposite. Ten minutes later, the bus pulled to a stop in the center of Alcester on Stratford Road. Katy got off and walked the quarter mile to her school.



After school let out, Katy walked to the bus stop on Stratford Road and waited in the bus shelter. Five minutes later, the number twenty-six bus pulled to a halt. She got on and took her usual seat. Twelve minutes later, the bus stopped in Studley High Street. Katy saw Schoolteacher, as she had dubbed him, get on and sat opposite her. He held his briefcase protectively in his lap and waited.

Katy didn't disappoint him. She parted her legs, giving him a good look at the white vee of her knickers. She could feel herself getting wet again. The conductor came by so she quickly closed her legs. She showed him her bus pass as did Schoolteacher.

She kept looking at him the whole way from Studley to the bus depot next to the small Select theatre in Redditch's town centre a trip that was only five miles, but with all the stops it took fifteen minutes. He would look up her skirt for a few moments then stare aimlessly out of the windows. Then back to her knickers. She noticed that he squirmed a little in his seat. She knew what he was doing; he was trying to give his erection some relief from his underwear.



Boarding the bus in Alcester to return home the next day, Katy saw that the facing seats had already been taken, so she sat in a regular seat facing forward. She placed her satchel on the seat beside her to deter anyone from sitting there. Ken Barlow got on board at the Studley High Street bus stop, showed his pass to the conductor and walked to where Katy was seated. Katy removed her satchel as he approached her seat. He took the hint and sat beside her, placing his briefcases on the floor between his feet.

He offered Katy his hand. "My name's Ken," he said, "Ken Barlow."

Katy shook his hand. "I'm Katy," she said.

"I see that you go to Saint Mary's."

"That's right," she replied.

"I teach English at Studley High," he told her.

As the bus pulled away from its stop, and with no one sitting in the seat opposite, Katy surreptitiously hiked her pleated skirt. She then took Ken's hand and placed it on her bare thigh. He could feel the heat of her arousal. Ever so slowly, he inched his hand higher up her thigh. He heard a small gasp escape her lips as his fingers touched the cotton crotch of her knickers. Katy opened her legs to give him freer access. She could hardly believe that she was doing this with a grown man on a public bus.

He explored her pussy through her knickers, feeling its radiant heat. As his hand slipped deeper between her thighs, he felt a wet spot. She quietly moaned as he rubbed her clit through the thin cotton. Ken jumped a little as he felt Katy's hand tentatively touch his erection inside his trousers. She got a little bolder and started to rub his shaft. Now it was his turn to moan quietly as she stroked his cock.

Their mutual pleasuring came to an altogether too quick an end, as the bus came to a halt in Redditch town centre. Katy straightened her skirt and blushed as he leaned over and kissed her cheek.

"That was fun," he whispered. He picked up his briefcase, stood up and got off the bus.

She followed and stood next to the bus and watched as he hurriedly crossed over to Church Green East; he disappeared as he turned the corner onto Peakman Street. Katy walked down Alcester Street to met up with her friend Rachael at a small cafe; she was eager to tell her all about her new 'friend.'

"His name's Ken Barlow," Katy told Rachael. They were sat at a table by the window sipping straws from their bottles of Vimto.

"Like the teacher on Coronation Street?" Rachael asked.

"Yeah, and just as good-looking," Katy replied. "He's an English teacher at Studley High."

"What are you going to do Katy?"

"I dunno. Ken makes my pussy all tingly and wet. I think I might let him fuck me."

"Katy! That's not like you at all. Flashing your knickers at men is one thing, but letting one fuck you is another thing altogether."

"I know Rachael, but I'm tired of being a nice respectable Catholic girl. I wanna have fun; I wanna get a little wild like Sara Kaplan."

"Sara Kaplan's a slut, Katy. You sure you want to be like her?"

"She's only called a slut because she gives blowjobs to the boys. And you know how boys like to brag. I'm not going to let some boy fuck me then tell all his friends. I know Ken won't breathe a word as he would be in big trouble if anyone found out."

"I guess you have a point. But make sure he wears a rubber, you don't want to get pregnant."



The next morning, a Saturday, Katy was walking on Church Green West and was just passing Woolworths when Ken Barlow came out of the shop and ran into her. He dropped his bag of hardware and managed to grab her before she fell.

"Oh I'm so sorry," he said. Then he noticed who it was he had almost knocked over. "You're Katy–the girl on the bus."

She looked at his face. "And you're Ken Barlow," she said nervously, a slight blush on her cheeks.

He offered her his hand. "Nice to meet you again Katy," he said as she shook his hand.

They stood there in awkward silence as shoppers moved around them like river water flowing around a rock. Katy bent down and picked up the plain light-brown paper bag; she handed it to him.

"What brings you into town Katy?"

"I was going to the market to pick up some fresh veggies for Mom."

"How old are you Katy?"

"I'm almost fourteen," she replied. A couple of giggling boys almost plowed into them.

"Can I walk with you for a while?" Ken asked.

"Okay."

"Where do you live Ken?"

"Down Easemore Road, it's only a fifteen-minute walk."

"Why have I just started seeing you on the bus?"

"I just moved here. Got a job teaching at Studley High."

"Oh, yes, I remember you telling me that." They walked through the open-air market. "Did you like looking at my knickers and touching my pussy on the bus?"

"Yes I did, and thanks for letting me do it; it was so exciting doing it in public."

"I'm not wearing my school knickers today," Katy said."

"Oh, and what are you wearing?"

"A pair of lacy knickers; you wanna see 'em?"

Ken was trembling slightly at the thought of seeing Katy naked in just a pair of knickers.

"We could go back to my house if you like," he offered.

She thought about it for a few moments.

"You don't have to," he suggested, sensing her hesitation.

"No, it's okay, let's go," she replied.

Ten minutes later, Ken unlocked the front door to his part stucco, part brick semi-detached house. Once inside, as he turned around from closing the door, Katy put her hands behind his neck and pulled his head down to hers and kissed him on his lips. He quickly put his arms around her and pulled her body to his. Their mouths opened, heads tilted as they French kissed.

"You sure about this?" He asked.

"Very sure," she replied. But the nervousness in her voice betrayed her.

"Are you a virgin Katy? Is this the first time you've done anything like this?

"Yes," she replied.

"Once we do this, there's no going back; I hope you know that."

"Yes. I'm tired of being the little miss goody-two-shoes."

He took her hand and let her upstairs to his bedroom, where he proceeded to get undressed. She stood there like a statue as she watched him remove his shirt. He had a very toned body, and as he removed his trousers, she saw the bulge in his briefs. When they too came off, she gasped as she saw his erection standing straight up against his stomach.

She felt herself leaking into her knickers.

Ken noticed she was still dressed. "You want me to undress you?" He asked.

She just nodded. He walked over to where she was stood by the bedroom door and proceeded to unbutton her blue blouse. As the last button was undone, he pulled the blouse out of her pants and slipped it over her shoulders, letting it fall off her arms. She was wearing a white, lacy bra with a little padding. She kicked her shoes off as he unzipped her fashionable bell-bottom pants. She helped him remove them.

Now she stood there in her bra and knickers. She crossed her arms over her breasts.

"Wow!" He said. "You weren't kidding. You do have lacy knickers. I love them as well as your bra. But I still think seeing your school knickers on the bus was a bigger turn on for me."

"I know," she replied. "I saw you hide your erection with your briefcase."

"Do you know how sexy you are?"

She shook her head.

"Just look at you Katy, you're hiding your best asset–your breasts."

"But they're so small," she replied.

He moved her arms away and reached behind and unhooked her bra. She let it fall off her arms; it joined the rest of her clothes on the bedroom floor.

"You have perfect breasts," he said. "Petite and perky."

"But petite is just another word for small," she replied.

He dropped to his knees. "I've seen a lot of women's breasts. Big ones, small ones and none come close to being as perfect as yours."

He kissed each of her nipples, feeling them get bigger and harder. Taking each breast into his mouth in turn, he swirled his tongue around her areolas and sucked her now quite hard nipples. Ken could feel Katy tremble as he eased her lacy knickers down over her slim hips and let them fall to the floor. He looked down at the crotch, noting the wetness. He marveled at her vulva with its broad vee-shaped pad and a small, thin bush of ash-blonde that stopped at the top of her slit leaving her plump lips bare.

As Ken bent and planted a delicate kiss on the thin ruffle of her clitoral cowl, she moaned and ran her fingers through his tousled mop. He stood, scooped her up and carried her to his bed where he lay beside her with his arm around her. She nestled her head into his shoulder and played with the small patch of hair between his nipples. Her excitement was palpable as she lay naked with her leg over his and moved her hand down to touch his hardness–tentative at first–then bolder, as she wrapped her fingers around it.

Now it was his time to moan as he saw and felt the hand of a thirteen-year-old girl wrapped around the shaft of his cock, her finger and thumb just touching. He inhaled the smell of rosehip shampoo in her hair and the unmistakable odor of her sex. As she slowly rubbed his cock, he caressed her breast. Yes, petite indeed but firm with puffed areolas that he loved so much. His hand left her breast, and he trailed his fingers across her flat stomach causing her whole body to tingle.

As his hand touched the small, sparse pubic bush, she opened her legs, offering herself to him. Katy gasped as his hand cupped her pussy, feeling the heat of her arousal. She gasped again, louder this time, as his finger pressed into her tight slit, parting her plump, engorged labia. The inside of her cleft was very wet; he dipped lower, touching the opening to her vagina.

"Oh God," she cried, as he penetrated her up to the second knuckle of his middle finger.

She was tight; he could feel her pussy clenching his digit. He had never had sex with a virgin before, so this was going to be a new experience for the both of them. He shuffled down the bed and got between her legs; he started to lick from her wet vagina all the way up her open cleft to her clit where he stopped and flicked it with his tongue.

Katy was so aroused being naked with a man; having her clit licked and his ministrations to her pussy, that it brought her to a quick climax. She was moaning and shaking as her orgasm engulfed her. She grabbed fistfuls of bed sheet and squeezed hard. Ken was still sucking and licking her clit, and it was just too much sensory overload. She grabbed his head and pulled him up on top of her, where he lay, feeling her body tremble. After a few minutes, she had finally calmed down.

"Wow!" She said. That was the best orgasm I've ever had."

"I'd like to give you more," he said. "How about one with my cock inside you. Women always tell me that their orgasms are more intense that way."

"More intense! I think I might die if it's better than that one."

Ken sat on his haunches and pulled her legs closer, then draped them over his thighs. She looked down at the large head of his cock lying in the small bush of her pubes. It seemed way too big to fit inside her. She had been masturbating with the handle of her hairbrush, but the girth of his cock looked to be twice as big.

She watched as he opened a foil packet of Durex and rolled it on his cock. He grasped his shaft and swiped its head up and down her wet slit. As he positioned it against the opening, she put her hand on it.

"Let me," she said.

He let go of his cock, and she started rubbing its head in circles around her vagina, pressing in at the same time, testing to see how much he was going to stretch her. Slowly, she was pushing his cockhead into her, stretching her vagina more than it had ever stretched before. Then, as a wince escaped her lips, the head popped inside.

"Wow!" She said. "I thought it would hurt more than that."

Ken took over and started to fuck her gently with slow inward strokes and slightly quicker outward ones. She put her long slim legs around his waist and her hands on his forearms that supported his weight.

"It's okay Ken," she said; you can do it a little harder."

He started to push into her a little harder, bumping her end, causing little "ughs" to escape her lips. Katy could feel another orgasm rising up, spreading a warm tingly feeling in her pussy. Her small breasts felt full and turgid, and her nipples tingled. Ken was fucking her harder now; the sound of his ball sack slapping Katy's buttocks filled the room along with the squishing of his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy.

"Oh God Ken, oh God, oh God," she cried as an incredibly intense orgasm crashed into her. Her tight grip on his forearms turned her knuckles white, and her whole body shook as if she was having an epileptic fit. Ken kept fucking her as his orgasm was near. He felt his cock swell and pulse as he filled the end of the condom with his spunk. Spent, he collapsed on top of her.

Finally, Katy's orgasm faded, only little jerks of her leg remained like aftershocks until they too disappeared. She lay there panting; sweat was trapped between their two bodies. He pulled out of her and rolled to her side. Soon, their sweat evaporated cooling their bodies. She leaned over and kissed him on his lips.

"Thanks Ken," she murmured, "that was fantastic. You were right; my orgasm was more intense with your cock in my pussy. Even though I was orgasming, I still felt your cock swell as you came."

"God, you're so tight. I've never had sex with anyone whose pussy was so tight."

"That's because you've not had sex with a virgin before–right?"

"Yeah, you're right on that fact. You know, girls your age seem to come on to me. My students do, but I was scared to do anything; then I met you. I hope this isn't the last time we have sex."

"Bloody heck no!" She replied. "Will you show me how to give you a blowjob."

"I'd love to," he replied. How about next Saturday?"

"Fabulous Katy replied."

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The Girl On The Bicycle

Mf 16, pedo, oral, con.
A girl on a bicycle crashes trying to avoid Chris. He tends to her wounded knee and one thing leads to another.
Word Count: 3,584
Date Published: March 24 2018


It was an unusually warm and dry day in early April–well for England it was. April in England is wet and cold most of the time. I guess the old adage March winds and April showers bring forth May flowers, didn't apply to this Saturday. I was taking my daily stroll along the river Arrow, enjoying the sound of water running over rocks in the shallower sections, and the tranquility of the deeper pools.

This one straight section had a sandy beach on my side of the river and a steep bank on the other. As kids, we used to come here to swim, and we called it the clay banks, as the steep bank was made of red clay and we would make a slide down one sloped section.

Further on, I came to a bridge spanning the river. It had only been added some years ago. Before that, we boys had our own way of crossing the river without getting wet. During an unusually wet and windy winter, a large elm tree had blown down across the river providing a way for the more daring of us to cross. The girls would venture out a few feet before chickening out and turning back.

After crossing the bridge, I saw a young girl riding a bicycle along the gravel path toward me. She was around fourteen or fifteen, I guessed, with long dirty-blonde hair that was tied in a pony tail; it swished from side to side as she pedalled. She wore a sky-blue, lightweight, long-sleeved sweater, a plain dark-blue skirt, ankle socks and a pair of blue Converse high-top trainers.

She was moving at a good clip, and as she got nearer, I stepped to one side to let her pass. Unfortunately, she had already committed to that side of the path, and at the very last minute, and to avoid colliding with me, she tried to go in the opposite direction. The swerve caused the handlebars to cross up, and she was thrown over the top.

She screamed as she landed hard on the gravel path. She lay there crying and holding her bloodied knee. I knelt beside her.

"That was a nasty fall you took," I said, "better let me look at your knee." Her skirt was up around her waist, and her white knickers were covered with dirt.

"Can you stand?" I asked. I helped her up, but she couldn't walk.

"You live far?"

"I live in Hewell Road," she replied.

Hewell Road was on the other side of town–a good thirty-minute walk, and she was in no shape to walk a few yards let alone three miles.

"Listen, I live just a little ways away, and there's no way you can walk home, so why don't I take you to my house and get you cleaned up then I'll drive you home."

"I guess it's okay," she replied.

I straightened her handlebars, but the front wheel was bent.

"What's your name sweetheart?"

"It's Jenny," she replied.

"Okay Jenny, why don't you get back on your bike and I'll push you to my place."

I helped her climb onto the saddle and walked alongside her with one hand on the back of the seat and the other on the handlebars, pushing her; the bent front wheel wobbled.

"What's your name sir?" she asked.

"It's Chris. How old are you Jenny?"

"I'm sixteen. I leave school in a few months."

"Ah, sweet sixteen and never been kissed."

"I've been kissed lots of times," she protested.

"By lots of boys no doubt."

"Yes, so what?" She said a little indignantly.

"Boys don't know how to kiss a girl," I countered.

"How do you know?" She said, a little haughtily.

"Well I was a boy once, and I remember my pathetic attempts at kissing girls."

"Hmm," was all she said.

We arrived at my house; it was a flat. The building in which it was located, dated back to the eighteen hundreds, and had once been a factory of sorts, with machinery driven by leather belts around pulleys in the ceiling, their shafts turned by the water wheel fed from the millpond. I remember playing here when I was a young boy. We used to call it the Haunted Mill. It was a dangerous place with broken floorboards and a leaking roof. Pigeons had taken up residence in the rafters and would swoop down whenever we came in, angrily flapping their wings at our intrusion into their roost.

Some enterprising developer had purchased the old building and renovated it, creating one and two-bedroom flats. The one-bedroom unit I lived in, was on the second floor and was quite spacious with high ceilings. It had a large living room with floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the millpond with its family of swans. There was a sizable kitchen-dining room combination and a bedroom with an en-suite. Each flat had a double garage in a separate building.

I parked her bike in the building's entrance hall and helped her upstairs to my flat. She half walked–half limped, wincing as she put her weight on the leg with the bloodied knee.

"Let's get you to my bathroom and see about cleaning up your knee."

Jenny sat on the edge of the tub as I took a damp washcloth and gently washed her knee.

"Ouch, ouch," she cried as I dabbed the wound.

"Sorry Jenny," I said. "I know it's going to hurt a little, but I have to get it clean and get these bits of gravel out of the wound."

She pulled her skirt all the way up to her waist, and as I saw the small camel toe in her white knickers, my erection made itself known. I'm reasonably sure she saw me stealing glances at her crotch, as the corners of her mouth up-ticked in a smile. She seemed to be enjoying getting me aroused.

I got the wound pretty well cleaned up, so I washed her legs and dried them off. I then got a bandage and some gauze out of the medicine cupboard, and, after putting some Germolene on the scrape, I added the gauze and wrapped the elasticated bandage around her knee, fastening it with a clip.

"I think I need to wash your skirt and underpants before I take you home," I suggested. "Why don't you take them off and wrap a bath towel around your waist."

I stood up, but before I could turn to leave, she lifted her bum off the tub and tugged her knickers down and handed them to me with a small smile on her face. I looked from her plump vulva, with its smattering of blonde hair on her mons, to her face, and noticed for the first time that she had the most beautiful dark-green eyes with flecks of gold. Truly stunning.

There was no easy way to hide the bulge in my trousers without drawing more attention to it. So, before she could shed her skirt, I beat a hasty retreat to a fit of giggles. A few minutes later she came into the living room with a bath towel around her waist. As she handed me her skirt, she had a smile on her face. She was enjoying my discomfort.

After putting her skirt and knickers in the front loading washing machine, adding a soap sachet, I turned it on. I went back to the living room where she was standing looking out of the window at the swans on their nest in the reeds. The sunlight was shining through her hair, making it look much lighter.

"You have a very nice flat, Chris," she said.

"Thank you," I replied. "I love it here as it's so tranquil."

"You must be rich to own this. Dad said they sold for a pretty penny."

"I must admit, it wasn't cheap but worth every penny."

She turned. I caught my breath as I looked at her. She was indeed a very beautiful young woman. I noticed she gave a quick glance at the now smaller bulge in my trousers.

"Where do you work Chris?" She asked.

"I have my own company. We make all kinds of springs."

"You seem awfully young to own your own company. How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-three. It was my father's company before he passed away two years ago. I used to work there in the school holidays, which is why I know all aspects of the business."

"Is it called Lewis Springs?" She asked.

"Yes, why?"

"Dad works there."

"Oh he does, what's his name?"

"David Wilson. You know him?"

"Jenny, I make it a point of knowing all my employees. And yes, I know David. He's my heat-treatment shop foreman. He's a good man–a hard worker."

"I can't believe I'm stood half naked in the flat of my Dad's employer. He'd have a fit if he knew."

"You're not half naked Jenny, and . . . "

Before I could finish the sentence, she undid the fold of the bath towel at her waist and let it drop to the floor.

I gasped. "Good God Jenny. You can't be doing that. You'll get me into trouble."

"Only if anyone finds out," she said calmly, as if standing half-naked in a man's flat was an everyday occurrence. "And I won't tell."

"You're making me uncomfortable Jenny. I don't normally have women as young as you standing half naked in my living room."

"But do you like what you see?"

"No . . . I mean yes . . . I mean no. Darn it, Jenny! You're absolutely beautiful. I've dated lots of women, but you are by far the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on."

"I am!" She said. It seemed a genuine response.

She limped over, got on tiptoe and put her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against my chest. I knew she could feel my erection.

"So, boys don't know how to kiss huh?" She murmured.

"No, they don't," I replied. Her lips were inches from mine; I could feel her hot breath on my face.

"So, show me what a real kiss should be like."

As our lips touched, it was if a bolt of electricity had surged through our bodies. I could tell that she felt it too.

"Wow!" She said. "I've never felt that before."

"Me neither," I replied, still shocked at the feeling.

I kissed her again, this time my tongue probed her soft lips. She opened her mouth, admitting my tongue; it soon found hers. Our heads tilted and we French kissed for the longest time. I was sure it was the first time she had done it.

She eventually broke away. "You're right," she said, panting hard, "boys don't know how to kiss. That was amazing."

She looked at me with those amazing deep-blue eyes with flecks of gold. Then she did something that surprised me. She put her hand between our bodies and felt my erection inside my trousers. Jenny's action even surprised herself.

"I'm not a virgin," she said. "Will you make love to me? I want to see what it's like to have sex with a real man. I lost my virginity in the back seat of a chap's car, and it wasn't what I was expecting. He couldn't kiss either."

I didn't know if what I was about to do was illegal, as I didn't know what the age of consent was. But I couldn't resist her. She aroused me as no other woman had, and it wasn't because she was so so young. It was something else. The French have a word for it–je ne sais quoi–that little something that eludes description. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her to my bedroom where I laid her on my bed.

She crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her sweater and pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor. She wore a plain white bra with lacy cups that pushed up the twin swells of her good size breasts. She quickly unhooked it and dropped it on her sweater. I couldn't help but stare at her breasts. They were the size of half-oranges with largish darker-pink areolas and red nipples.

"Good lord, your breasts are gorgeous Jenny," I said.

She watched as pulled my shirt out of my trousers, unbuttoned it and dropped it on the floor. My undershirt came off next followed by my shoes and socks; my trousers and briefs came off last. I could see her staring at my erect cock that stood straight up against my stomach.

"You've got a nice body," she said.

"Thanks Jenny, I work out twice a week."

I climbed onto the bed beside her and put my arm around her. She snuggled up to me and gingerly put her hand on my hard rod. Then she got a little bolder and started to rub it; she had her hand around its shaft, her finger just touching her thumb. I leaned over and sucked each of her turgid nipples in turn. Her breasts were a nice handful; I squeezed each one, feeling how firm and full they were. We lay there for a good fifteen minutes, Jenny rubbing my cock and me sucking and licking her breasts and nipples.

The temptation was too great to resist. So I slid my hand down across her tummy to her prominent mons with its smattering of dirty-blonde hair. She parted her legs for me and I obliged by cupping her plump vulva. She started to coo as my middle finger parted her labia, feeling how wet her slit was. A good minute ministering to her now firm clit brought her to her first climax. She held me tight as her intense orgasm coursed through her young body.

"God that was good," she said a minute later with a shaky voice.

"You want to go all the way?" I asked. I wanted to make sure she wanted what I desperately wanted.

"Yeah, I do," she replied.

I reached over and opened the drawer in the bedside table and took out a Durex. I started to open the pouch with my teeth, but she stopped me.

"You changed your mind," I asked.

"No," she replied. "I've always wanted to see what it felt like to have a bloke's cock in my mouth. Can I do that before you put it in me."

"Be my guest," I offered and lay back down, "but make sure you cushion your bottom teeth with your tongue."

She shuffled down the bed and grasped the shaft of my cock. At first she examined it; then she kissed the end and lowered her mouth over it, taking the whole head inside her mouth. As she did so, she raked my frenulum with her teeth.

"Ouch," I cried. "What did I say about your tongue Jenny."

"Oh, I'm so sorry Chris."

She put her tongue out and slipped her mouth over my cockhead and sucked. The sensation of having my cock in a sixteen-year-old girl's mouth was incredibly arousing. She started rubbing the shaft with her finger and thumb while sucking the head and swirling her tongue around the end.

She pulled off. "Am I doing it right?"

"Yes, you're perfect," I replied.

Jenny carried on giving me an exquisite blowjob for the next few minutes. I could feel my orgasm rising, so I put my hand over hers.

"If you keep that up, I'm going to spurt," I said.

She climbed back up the bed and lay beside me. I leaned over and kissed her soft, sweet lips.

"That was very good Jenny."

"Maybe next time you can cum in my mouth," she said, thrilling me to death. "I'd like to see what your spunk tastes like."

I got between her knees and draped her legs over mine. She watched as I rolled a lubricated Durex onto my cock. Grasping its shaft, I swiped it up and down her wet cleft, oozing her plump labia aside, letting it come to rest at the entrance to her vagina. Slowly, I pushed into her, feeling her vagina dilate to accept my cockhead. She winced a little as I penetrated her.

"You okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It was just a little twinge," she replied. "Yours is fatter than the boy who took my virginity."

I pushed, and she took the entire length inside her. She was tight alright; it was like being held in a warm, wet silk vise. As I fucked her, I tweaked her rubbery nipples, pulling them, making them longer. Her areolas were now a dark-pink and had tiny goosebumps all over them. Her breasts and upper chest were tinged with the red of her intense arousal.

After a few minutes, I started to feel her bum and legs jerk–telegraphing her impending orgasm.

Then she climaxed for the second time.

"Oh God Chris," she shouted, as she came hard. She pulled me down on top of her and put her arms around my waist. I kept on thrusting in and out of her pussy, but at a slower pace. He whole body shook with her intense orgasm. This went on for a full minute until she calmed; she put her hands on my face and kissed me.

"Now THAT was good," she said.

Jenny watched me as I started thrusting faster, chasing my orgasm. She held my face in her hands, rubbing my cheeks with her thumbs. All I could see on her face was sheer adoration. I wondered if she was falling for me–a preposterous idea given that we had just met. But there again, she'd already had a profound effect on me, so maybe the idea wasn't so nonsensical after all.

I had been on the cusp of my orgasm for going on five minutes now, and I was ready to explode. I grunted a few times, something I usually didn't do and spurted hard into the end of the condom.

After I was done, I pulled out and was amazed at how much semen I had shot. I was glad I had squeezed the air out of the end otherwise I would surely have busted it.

Jenny looked at the condom lying on my stomach. "Wow, that's a lot of spunk," she remarked.

"I know," I replied. "That's the most I've ever spurted. You have got me really turned on."

"I'm glad I can do that," she said. "Can we do this again?"

"I sure hope so," I replied.



Two days later, I was in my office; I picked up the phone handset and pushed the PA button and spoke into the mouthpiece.

"David Wilson to Christopher Lewis's office–David Wilson to Christopher Lewis's office." The sound of the public address speaker could be heard even in my office.

Five minutes later, Helen, my secretary buzzed my intercom.

"David's here to see you Mr. Lewis."

"Send him in Helen," I replied after pushing the TALK button.

A few moments later David Wilson walked into my office. I stood up to greet him. We shook hands.

"Sit down David," I said, beckoning to a chair at my small conference table.

"How can I help you Mr. Lewis," David said. He was not used to being summoned to the boss's office and fidgeted nervously.

I noticed his demeanor. "It's okay David. You're doing a great job as my foreman, and I'm well pleased with your performance. Can we talk as man-to-man and not as employer and employee?"

David cleared his throat. "I guess we can," he replied not sure what all this was about.

"It's about your daughter Jenny."

"Oh, yes. My daughter told me that you helped her when she fell off her bike the other day. I want to thank you for bringing her home and getting a new front wheel. Her mother was worried when she was late."

"I was glad to be of service," I replied. "Now this may seem to be a very strange request. I mean I'm twenty-three and Jenny's sixteen–almost seventeen."

Now it was my turn to be nervous.

"I want your permission to go out with your daughter David."

I thought that David had a somewhat unsurprised look on his face.

David chuckled quietly. "I'm not surprised Mr. Lewis. Jenny has talked about no one else since you helped her. If you are as smitten with her as she is with you, then I say go for it. The missus has been telling Jenny not to get her hopes up, but I'm sure she's going to be all for it as well."

"You sure about this David. I mean . . . what I'm trying unsuccessfully to convey, is that as employer and employee I don't want there to be any pressure."

"Mr. Lewis. I've known you since you were thirteen years old when you used to come and work beside us on your summer holidays. You're a good man Mr. Lewis, and I'd be happy for you to go out with my daughter."

"You're not concerned with our age difference?"

"Jenny may only be sixteen, but she's very mature. So no, it doesn't concern me."

They both stood up. "Thank you David. I'll treat her right."

"I know you will Mr. Lewis; I know you will."



Jenny and I had regular sex for the next months, and on her eighteenth birthday we got engaged.

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The Girl In The Water

Mf 15, pedo, exhibitionist, oral, con.
Fifteen year old Merry gets caught skinny dipping.
Word Count: 3,542
Date Published: March 00 2018


There's a large lake about a mile from my house that has some of the best fishing around. I usually like to go there on a weekday morning when there are often no other fishermen, unlike the weekends when the banks are dotted with men and some women with their lawn chairs, fishing poles and keep nets. Today was Tuesday, a sunny day in July. The afternoon would be unbearably hot and humid, but at ten o'clock in the morning, the weather was pleasantly warm.

I parked my old but boringly reliable Subaru Outback at the end of a gravel road that was two hundred yards from the lake. I noticed a girl's bicycle leaning against an old horse chestnut tree. It was not unusual to see bikes parked here as children would often come to this part of the lake to swim as there was a sandy beach and it was not conducive to fishing. Most fishermen parked in the parking lot on the far side of the lake, but this was closer to my house.

With my fishing gear sitting on the ground, I closed the tailgate and hit the button on the remote to lock the vehicle. After picking up my gear, I hiked the two hundred yards through a wood of loblolly pines, sweet gums, maples, and oaks. As I emerged from the woods, not twenty feet from the lake, I saw a young girl splashing around in the water a few yards off the beach.

She was around thirteen or fourteen–maybe even older, with long blonde hair. She was in water that came to just above her breasts. Her clothes sat in a pile on the beach. I walked over and looked at them. There was a pair of pink Keds sitting on top of a pair of neatly folded jeans, a plain white teeshirt, a sky-blue lacy bra and matching panties. It was apparent she was swimming naked. Immediately blood flowed south.

With all thoughts of fishing now banished from my mind, I quietly laid down my fishing gear and sat on the wicker creel. The girl still had her back to me so had no idea she had company. I watched as she dove under, giving me a beautiful view of her buttocks before they disappeared under water. When she surfaced her hair was plastered to her head, and she was facing me. At first, she didn't see me sitting there, then I saw her mouth open with the realization that someone was watching her.

"Who are you?" She asked, "and why are you looking at me?"

"My name's Ian," I replied. "And who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?"

"I said why are you looking at me?" she repeated indignantly.

I was beginning to like this girl; I loved feisty women.

"Well, you are very beautiful. Why wouldn't I look? I'm sure you get lots of men looking at you."

She was indeed stunning with pale-blue eyes, a small nose, and full red lips. I noticed a smattering of freckles on her cheeks and the across the bridge of her nose. Even though the water almost came to her neck and the sunlight reflecting off the water meant I couldn't see her, she had her hands hiding her breasts.

"You one of them pervs that like to look at little girls?"

"No Little Mermaid, I'm no pervert; in any case your not a little girl, you're a young woman." She seemed to perk up at being called a young woman.

"I'm not a mermaid," she said. There was that feistiness again.

"Well, you won't tell me your name, so I have to call you something."

She frowned. "It's Merry," she said.

"Well, it's very nice to make your acquaintance Merry. I love your name by the way."

"Why do you talk funny?" She asked.

"Well, where I come from, everyone talks 'funny' as you put it."

"And where's that?" She asked.

"England–I'm English."

Her face lit up with a smile. "You know Prince Harry? I think he's very sexy."

"Unfortunately I've never met the prince."

Her smile disappeared.

"Why aren't you at school and why are you skinny dipping?"

"I'm playing hooky today, and I like to swim. I didn't want to get my underwear wet, and there's usually no one here during the week."

"How are you going to get dry; you don't have a towel?"

"I usually lie on the ground and let the sun dry me."

"I'm sure that would be a beautiful thing to see."

She huffed. "Why aren't you at work?"

"I don't have to work. I was going fishing, but then I saw you. And watching and talking to you is much more fun than sitting and waiting for a float to bob."

"So you're rich?"

"Not really. I'm comfortably off."

"You use funny words. Do all Englishmen use funny words?"

"I guess we do. Are you going to stay in the water all day?

"If you'd turn 'round I could get dressed."

"Now why should I do that Merry?"

"Cuz I'm naked," she replied. This time there wasn't the feistiness in her voice.

"I've seen lots of naked women, so one more won't hurt."

"So you're just going to sit there?"

I've got no better place I would rather be than sitting here talking to you."

"Well, I'm not going to let you see me naked if that's what you think."

"You do know that there are lots of little wiggly things in that water."

"So what!"

"They like dark, moist places like your pussy."

"No they don't," she said defiantly.

Just then I saw a fish jump behind her, and it must have grazed her leg as she jumped and screamed.

"What was that?" She shouted.

"Probably one of the wiggly things trying to find your pussy."

I decided to have a little fun with her as I wanted to see her naked body. I undid the laces of my boots and pulled them and my socks off.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

I stood up and pulled my light sweater over my head; next came my jeans.

"You can't do that," she said. You can't . . . "

She stopped mid-sentence as my boxers dropped to my feet; my cock stood straight out, pointing at her like a bird dog that had just spotted a quarry.

"I'm sure you've seen a man naked before," I said in all certainty that she hadn't.

"Just my brother and his cock's smaller than yours."

She stared slack-jawed at my member as it swayed from side to side as I entered the water. To my surprise she didn't move or try to escape–in fact, she walked toward me. As more and more of her body came into view, my cock hardened and stood straight up. We stood facing each other a few feet apart at the most with the water at our waists; she was almost as tall as me.

I looked (well more like stared) at her breasts; they were a perfect pair, the size of half oranges, high on her chest and close together. Her areolas were dark and stippled and her nipples turgid and large. There was a slight tinge of red on her cheeks.

"Wow Merry, you have such beautiful breasts. How old are you?"

"Thanks Ian. I'm fifteen."

"You often let men look at your naked breasts?"

She looked down for a brief moment. "I like to go without a bra sometimes and look at the men's faces as they see my nipples poking at my top. I get a big kick out of that."

"Yes, I'm sure that gets you wet."

She blushed a little. "Yeah, it does. I flashed my pussy at a guy once."

My cock was at full attention now, and the very tip was just above water; I saw her glance down at it from time to time.

"How did you manage to do that and wasn't it a little dangerous? I mean you didn't know how he was going to react."

"I'd leave my panties off when I went to the mall or maybe McDonald's. If I saw a good-looking guy–and I only did it to good-looking guys–I'd make sure I got his attention and pulled my dress up to mid-thigh and open my legs giving him a good view of my pussy."

I was quickly warming to this conversation. "Wow Merry! Do all young women your age do stuff like that?"

"Nah, not all of my friends. My best friend Beth said I was taking a risk, but I only ever did it in public. My friend Sara flashed her tits at a guy one time. She wasn't wearing a bra and just pulled her teeshirt up."

"So you don't take risks, yet you're standing naked in front of me, and we're not in public. Isn't that risky? I mean I could be a serial rapist or worse still a murderer."

"You don't look the type and aren't all Englishmen supposed to be gentlemen?"

"What do serial rapists and murderers look like, if I may ask?"

She never answered; she just reached out and grabbed the end of my cock. I'm sure she felt the shudder run through my body.

"You do this with your brother–just grab his cock?"

"No, he's too shy to let me touch it."

"But I thought you said you had seen his."

"I did, but he didn't know I was looking. He was masturbating in his room, and he'd left the door ajar."

"Did you see him cum, you know spurt his stuff?"

"I'm not stupid Ian; I know what cum is," Merry said somewhat indignantly.

"Sorry Merry, I didn't mean to disparage you."

"You not only speak funny, but you use big words."

"What? Oh, sorry. It means to belittle someone."

We stood there, with Merry holding my stiff erection.

"Are we going to stand here like this or get out of the water and dry off?" I offered.

She let go of my cock, and I turned and walked back to the beach; Merry followed me. I lay on my back on the sand, and she stood next to me. I looked up at her stupendous vulva with its engorged labia and tight slit with just her clitoral hood showing. She had a small bush of curly blonde hairs on the top of her prominent mons that stopped at the top of he slit. My cock was laying flat on my stomach.

"Good Lord, you have a beautiful pudendum," I said after catching my breath.

"There you go again," she said, "with your big words," she said as she lay beside me.

"Sorry, you have a beautiful . . . "

She cut me off. "I may not know what that word means, but I was pretty sure you were admiring my pussy."

"Mmm. I was indeed." I turned to my side and admired it in profile. She had a very sexy mons that rose up from her flat–almost concave tummy like a mound between the twin peaks of her bony hips. She was indeed a gorgeous and sexy girl, and all I could think about was making love with her. I wondered what it would be like to penetrate a fifteen-year-old girls vagina. My cock twitched at the thought.

She saw it. "What caused your cock to twitch like that?" She asked.

"I was just thinking about something."

She waited. "Well, are you going to share it with me?" She said as she turned to face me. She had her head propped up on her hand.

"I'm not sure I should. It's sort of naughty," I replied.

"I like naughty stuff," she said. "Come on pray tell," she added in a faux English accent. Her giggles made her breasts move a little. Hmm, nice and firm, I thought.

"Well, if you really want to know, I was trying to imagine what it would be like to make love to you," I replied.

She went very quiet, and, as the moments passed by, I worried that I had pushed too hard–she was only fifteen after all.

"Why imagine it?" she said, her voice trembling just a little but enough to be noticed.

"Wh . . . what did you say?"

"I said, why imagine it. Why not do it . . . you know . . . make love to me?"

I was stunned into silence for a minute or two while I mulled over what she had just offered. I apparently took too long as she said rather disappointedly,

"If you don't want to, that's okay."

"Sorry Merry, I didn't mean my silence to indicate that I wasn't interested. It's just that no one has ever come onto me in such a direct way. I've had lots of women–how do you Americans put it 'hit on me' but they were usually more subtle."

"I never was very subtle. If I want something, then I go for it."

"I admire that in you as well as your feistiness. I was thinking about what you said. You do know I could get into very hot water if anyone ever found out; I don't relish seeing the inside of an American jail cell."

"I would never tell Ian; I hope you know that," she said. "And I'm not a virgin," she scoffed.

"I take it that the last scornful remark meant that losing your virginity was not exactly your idea of a cup of tea."

She chuckled. "I have no idea what a cup of tea is, but if you mean it wasn't very enjoyable, then yes you're right it wasn't."

"That is a crying shame Merry. A girl's virginity is a very precious gift and should not be given away lightly."

"You wouldn't believe how much the peer pressure for a girl to have sex is. If you don't you're called frigid and a prude; if you do you're called a slut or an easy lay."

"May I ask if you loved the boy?"

She scoffed again. "Love him? No, he was a jock–the football team wide receiver; I was a cheerleader, and it's an unwritten rule that the stars of the A-team get their pick of the cheerleaders. I resisted for a while, but my friends kept telling me that it would be great and not to be such as prude. I finally caved, and we fucked in the bed of his pickup truck. It was over inside a minute. I never even had an orgasm."

"I was surprised that Mom wasn't angry when she found out I'd been having sex with a guy: she took me to the doctor's office and had an IUD fitted. I got a good lecture on what nasty diseases I could catch having unprotected sex. She said the IUD was for when I settled into a long-term relationship and to use condoms until then."

I put my hand on her arm. "Oh dear, I'm so, so sorry you didn't enjoy it. That's awful. I promise you that when we make love, you will never forget it."

She brightened up after telling me her sad tale. "So is that a yes?"

"It most certainly is Merry."

"So can we do it now, here?"

"Good heavens no. Can you get a lift to say the mall this coming Saturday evening?"

She thought for a moment. "I can get my older brother to drop me off, but I have to be home by ten o'clock."

"What will you tell him?"

"Oh, he does this all the time. He complains, but he's pretty good to me."

"I would love for you to dress up, but that might beg the wrong questions from your parents. I'm going to take you out to dinner at a nice restaurant and then back to my place. That sound good?"

"Aww Ian, you are such a romantic. I always dress up to go to the mall on a Saturday evening anyway."

"Okay. I think we're dry. Let's get dressed and go home.



When I saw Merry standing just outside the mall entrance at six o'clock, I had to catch my breath. She had her blonde locks piled up on the top of her head with a few wisps of hair on either side of her cheeks. She wore a cream long sleeved blouse, a pair of designer jeans and pink Keds.

Merry smiled broadly as she saw me pull up to the curb and came running over. I saw that she was wearing just a little makeup as she got into my car and I could just make out the outline of her bra under her blouse. The image of her breasts as she walked out of the water earlier caused my cock to swell, straining against my trousers. She leaned over and kissed me on my lips.

"Hi Ian," she said. "I've looked forward to this all afternoon. My brother wanted to know who my date was. I didn't tell him."



Dinner was wonderful, made even more wonderful as I gazed into her pale-blue eyes and looked at her full red lips with just a hint of lipstick. The small talk was just that–small and insignificant. But there was an undertow of sexuality as we were both keenly aware that dinner was merely an entrée to what was going to happen back at my house.

As we drove to my house, I saw her steal glances at my crotch. She was fidgety, playing with the wisps of hair at her cheek or smoothing the legs of her jeans, or flipping the sun visor down and checking her makeup. I pulled into the garage and closed the overhead door behind us. She waited for me to open the passenger door–something I had insisted on when we parked at the bistro.

She followed me into the house where I flipped on the lights. She walked around looking at the books on the bookshelf, the photos on the mantle and the old, well-worn, leather sofa and armchairs.

"You have a nice place Ian," she commented.

"Thanks, I like it. I like how cozy it is. That armchair is probably older than you and I combined. If its arms could talk, there's no telling what they would say."

She walked over to where I was standing by the staircase and put her arms around my neck and kissed me on my lips. The delicate kiss soon turned passionate as our mouths opened and our heads tilted. We locked mouths for two or three minutes–I lost track of time; our tongues did their dance–first in my mouth–then in hers. Merry finally broke our kiss; we both were panting with arousal.

"Make love to me Ian," she said.

She followed me to my master suite on the ground floor where we quickly undressed. I pulled the covers down and lay on my back, Merry knelt beside and immediately raised my erection off my stomach and kissed the end. I groaned loudly. It had been a while since I'd had a blowjob as my last girlfriend wouldn't let my cock anywhere near her mouth, let alone inside it.

As Merry lowered her mouth over my cock and started to suck and swirl her tongue around the end, all the while stroking my shaft, it was obvious she had done this quite a few times before.

"Bloody heck Merry, you give one incredible blowjob. I hate to ask where you learned to do it so well?"

She pulled off me with a loud pop. "My brother. When I was twelve he showed me what to do and what not to do."

"Well if I ever get to meet your brother I'm going to shake his hand."

She giggled and went back to sucking the end and licking the shaft all the way from its root to its tip. She had her legs slightly parted, so I reached over and ran my finger along her slit. As I pushed in, her plump outer labia parted, and my finger found the wet opening to her vagina.

"Mmmm," she hummed with my cock in her mouth.

I gathered some of her wetness and started to rub and press her firm clit. She was moaning with my cock in her mouth. One hand expertly stroked my shaft while the other gently squeezed my balls. I'd had blowjobs from women experienced in the art of oral sex, but Merry was in a class by herself.

She pulled off my cock. "God I love sucking your cock," she said. "It's a perfect size, and I'm going to love having it inside me."

"Are you ready because another minute of your fantastic blowjob and I'm going to fill your mouth with my cum."

"Let's save that for another day shall we."

That last comment excited me so much. She started to lie on her back.

"Why don't you go on top," I suggested. "That way you can control the action."

"Wow, that sounds like fun," she replied as she straddled my hips. She lowered herself onto my cock lying on my stomach. I watched as her plump labia pooch out either side of the shaft. She started rubbing her pussy back and forth; her creamy juices soon coated my shaft.

"Now THIS feels good," she said with a big smile on her face.

She carried in sliding back and forth, feeling the stabs of pleasure in her pussy as her clit dipped and bumped up against the underside of the head. After a few minutes, she lifted up, and, grasping the shaft with her finger and thumb, positioned my cockhead at the hot, wet entrance to her vagina.

"Wait!" I said. "Do I need to put a condom on?"

"No you don't Ian. I don't know why but I trust you not to have any diseases."

I watched as she slowly lowered herself onto my rigid member; she took all of me inside her hot, wet, tight vagina, bumping its rubbery end. She experimented with different techniques. First, she moved up and down, but she kept raising up too high, and my cock would slip out. After the third time, she abandoned that method and started to scrub back and forth. She apparently liked that technique as it caused my cockhead to rub the front wall of her vagina, touching her G-spot.

She kept up a good rhythm for a minute until her second orgasm hit her. She dropped onto my chest.

"Oh gaaaawd Ian," she cried.

I held her two perfect, firm buttocks in my hands as her body convulsed. She shook and jerked for a good minute. I could feel her heartbeat slowing and her breathing getting back to normal. She rose back up and sat there with my cock still buried deep inside her.

"WOW! Was that good," she said. "That has to be the best orgasm I've ever had."

Without pulling out of her, I rolled her onto her back and started to thrust into her again. I knew that I wouldn't last long with my cock gripped tightly by a hot, wet, silk sheath. She draped her long slim legs over my shoulders, allowing me to go deep. She was moaning loudly as I fucked her with long, languorous strokes, bumping hard against her rubbery end, causing gasps to escape her lips. I felt my scrotum tighten and that wonderful warm feeling in my groin.

"I'm cumming," I cried as my cock swelled. I exploded and flooded her pussy with an incredible amount of my teeming fluid. Spurt after spurt after spurt, until I was done, empty, sated, happy.

"Gawd Ian, you've flooded me."

She was right; I could feel my cum leaking past my shaft gripped by her tight pussy. As I pulled out, a stream of the pearly fluid gushed out and ran in the crack of her butt and pooled on the sheet.

"You made a mess of the bed," she observed.

"No Merry, WE made a mess of the bed." I countered.

"Well you have to sleep in it tonight," she added with a giggle.

"Is there any chance you can get to stay the night sometime, as I'd love to wake up with you beside me?"

"I'd love that too," Merry said. "Let me see if I can work something out."



Over the next six months, Merry and I had sex at least once a week except for the weeks she had her period. For those occasions she would fellate me. At the end of that year, on a Saturday morning, she called to say she had to meet me; she sounded distraught. It turned out that her father had gotten promotion with his company and that it would entail a move across the country. Merry was devastated. She had professed her love for me a few months after we started having sex. I cared for her deeply–maybe loved her even, but I knew in my heart of hearts that a romance between a sixteen–almost seventeen-year-old girl and a nearly forty-year-old bachelor could never work. She was sobbing as I held her for the last time.

"I love you," she said. She kissed me, turned and left. I just stood there, alone and despondent.

A large and very happy part of my life had just been ripped out of me. We texted each other and spoke on the phone at least once a week for the next month, but I realized that I had to turn her loose. I finally had to be harsh with her and tell her that it was time for her to move on with her life. She begged me not to cut her off; it pained me to do so, but it was for her own good, and I hoped that in time she would understand that.



Seven years almost to the day Merry and I first met, I received a letter in the mail. Inside was a handwritten note.

My darling Ian.
I hope you haven't forgotten me because I have never forgotten those magical six months we were lovers. It took me a year to accept what you told me in that last text. Do you remember what you wrote? You said I had to move on with my life. Well, I did move on, and when I was nineteen, I met this wonderful guy who I fell in love with. We got married after I graduated from college and six months ago, I gave birth to a very healthy baby boy who we named Ian. I have enclosed a photo of him and me. I hope you find as much happiness as I have.

I will love you always.

Merry

 

My tears fell, making the ink on the paper run. I looked at the photo of Merry smiling and holding a beautiful baby boy in her arms. It made me sad in a way as that baby could have been mine if I had only been younger when I met Merry, or more adventurous and thrown caution to the winds and held onto her. But I knew in all reality that it would never have worked.

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The Girl On The Swing

Mf 14, MF, pedo, exhibitionist, oral, con, romance.
A very lucky pedophile meets up with a very willing fourteen year old girl.
Word Count: 4,387
Date Published: March 00 2018


I didn't usually walk to the UPS store in the small strip mall; I usually drove there since my packages were a good size. I made my living selling on eBay, and it was a pretty decent living. Although the UPS store was a mile from my apartment, the route through the park was a shortcut and cut the distance in half. There was a school across the street from the main park entrance. On weekends or after the school let out I would take a stroll through the park to see if any young girls were playing on the swings.

Today, at ten-thirty, the place was devoid of young girls; there was only an elderly woman walking her dog. I nodded to her as we passed each other; she smiled at me and wound in the retractable leash since the dog seemed to like the scent of my shoes. It was probably the scent of my cat who was the only other inhabitant of my modest two bedroom apartment.

I walked on and after a short while came to an entrance that was on the opposite side to the school. The gate automatically closed behind me as I stepped onto the sidewalk. After crossing the busy street at a four-way intersection, dodging cars and ignoring the angry honks, I walked the five minutes to the UPS store.

"Small package today Rich," Simon the store owner commented.

"Yeah, I've started selling stamps and banknotes a friend sends me from England," I replied. "You wouldn't believe the beautiful designs the Royal Mail and the Royal Mint puts on their stamps and banknotes. The mint just issued a new five-pound note; you should see it Simon; it has an image of Sir Winston Churchill on the back with his famous speech about blood, toil, tears, and sweat. They even have a window. I've heard it's made with some animal fat which has the PETA folks getting their panties in a wad."

Simon chuckled. "Speaking of panties, I've got some photos of little girls showing their panties–some holding them in their hands. You want me to email them to you?"

"Yes please Simon," I replied. I had discovered that Simon was a pedophile quite by accident. I was sending an overnight envelope to a good friend and fellow pedophile who ran a video editing company in California. Simon recognized the address, and I later found out that he had been sending the company video files of him doing stuff with his twelve-year-old niece.

Our conversation got around to young girls, and when we both found out our predilections, we started to swap videos and photos. I had tried to get him to let me in on a session with his niece, but he said it was too risky. He wet my appetite though when he described to me how a young girl's pussy tasted.

We exchanged pleasantries, and I left. As I neared the playground in the middle of the park, I was surprised to see a girl on one of the swings. She was tall, with long ash-brown hair that fell to mid-back; her hair covered her face as she swung back and then streamed out behind her head as she swung forward. The other thing that caught my eye was the flash of her panties as the hem of her dress billowed up on the forward swings. The lemon-yellow triangle caused blood to flow south.

I sat on a bench facing the girl, taking in the sight of her young body. I figured her to be thirteen–maybe fourteen. The twin swells of her breasts strained at the tight bodice of her summer dress. It was apparent that she was not wearing a bra as I could see small lumps in the cotton where her nipples would be. The bulge in my pants was now quite evident, and I did not attempt to readjust my cock to make it less apparent.

She kept swinging back and forth, the sexy lemon-yellow triangle tempting me. The smile on her face told me she was enjoying flashing her panties at me, causing my erection. I knew some girls who were into puberty, were discovering for the first time what effect their developing bodies could have on men. Simon confirmed that when he told me that as soon as his niece entered puberty and started to grow breasts, she started flirting with him. That morphed into flashing him with her panties and eventually letting him touch her developing boobs and her pussy.

I asked him one day when she had turned twelve if he had ever fucked her. He told me she was too small. I reminded him of the child pornography videos he had sent me where grown men fucked girls as young as ten. He said his cock was too big and when he showed it to me I was shocked. He was indeed hung as the saying goes and it wasn't the length but the girth. To my way of thinking it was more a liability than an asset as there would be few women who could or even wanted to accommodate him.

The girl got down off the swing and came over and sat beside me.

"You liked the color of my panties?" She asked nonchalantly. It was if she was asking me if I liked the color of her dress.

"Yes I did; I like yellow," I replied. "Thank you," I added.

"You're welcome. My name's Lucy."

"Scott," I replied, "nice to meet you." I offered her my hand. She shook it. "Why aren't you at school?"

"I played hooky today. I hoped there would be a nice man in the park that I could show my panties to. During the week there's usually no kids around."

"So did you meet a nice man?"

"I don't know, you tell me."

"I guess I'm nice enough–maybe even nice enough to eat."

She giggled at that remark.

"How old are you Lucy?"

"I'm fourteen; is that too old for you?"

This girl is one very astute cookie, I mused.

"How did you know?" I asked. I was anxious to find out. "I mean wasn't wearing a raincoat."

She threw her head back and laughed, her mane dancing on her shoulders. I just now noticed her beautiful pale-green eyes. Stunning.

"As many times I've done this, you get to know the small almost insignificant signals."

"And how long have you been flashing your panties at men?"

"Since I was ten years old. I sometimes don't wear panties. Now THAT gets me very wet."

"You wet now?"

She lifted her dress and opened her legs; grasping my hand, she put it between her legs. Blood pounded in my head, and my heart rate jumped as I felt her plump vulva through the very wet gusset of her cotton panties. I brought my fingers to my nose and inhaled. I almost got light-headed as I drew in the aroma of her sex.

"Mmmm, very nice," I said. She pulled the hem of her dress back down.

"So you were going to tell me how you knew I liked young girls–and no, fourteen is not too old."

"It's mainly your eyes. Most non-pedos don't look at girls' tits or their crotch, or if they do, it's a quick peek. Pedos look at my tits and then look me in the eye to gauge my reaction. They want to see if I was letting them see my panties on purpose, or that I'd left my bra off intentionally so my nipples would show.

"Of course then there's the tell-tale bulge in their pants with no attempt to cover it up. I guess it's the modern version of opening the flaps of a dirty raincoat and exposing their cocks–erect or otherwise. By the way, in the four years I've been doing this, there's only been one man who wore a raincoat and exposed himself to me, and he was an older gentleman."

"Hmm, interesting. So this is how you get your kicks? I guess it's the female version of the dirty raincoat."

She laughed again. It was a very sexy laugh, and it reminded me of Lauren Bacall's sultry laugh.

"I've never thought of it that way, but you're right. I guess opening my legs to show a man my naked pussy is the equivalent of a man opening his raincoat to expose his cock."

This sexual repartee was getting me very aroused. I liked Lucy a lot, and I wondered if I could do anything with her.

"Is that all you do Lucy–expose your pussy to men, with or without panties?"

"Are you trying to find out if I let any of them fuck me?"

"Err . . . I guess in a roundabout way, and I don't much care for the word fuck; I prefer to say 'have sex with me' or 'make love to me.' "

"Ahh, you're a romantic. I've never met a romantic pedophile before."

"So how many?"

"I've only fu . . . had sex with two guys."

"And how do you decide which ones?"

"I talk to them like I'm talking to you now. Most men are just happy to look, and if I even try and walk over to them, they beat a hasty retreat."

"So you have sex with the ones that stay and talk?"

"Scott! Are trying to find out if I'm going to let you fu . . . have sex with me?"

I just smiled.

"The answer to your question is no, not all. I have to get to know them; I have to like them, and above all else, they have to be good-looking and intelligent."

"I've been told by a few women that I'm good-looking and I run my own business which takes a fair amount of intelligence."

"You're funny Scott. I'm beginning to like you. How old are you?"

"I'm twenty-six."

"Do you date women or are young girls your only passion?"

"I've dated a couple of women. I would really like to settle down but all of the ones I would even consider marrying had young girls."

"But unless you date older women, then their daughter's couldn't have been more than what–four or five years old?"

"Yes, but four and five-year-olds eventually turn into ten, eleven, twelve-year-olds."

"Good point. You could marry me and have the best of both worlds."

Now it was my turn to laugh. "I like you a lot Lucy. I think our personalities go well together.

"You live nearby Scott?"

"Is that small talk?"

"What do you think?"

I stood up and took her hand. We walked the quarter mile to my apartment complex chatting as we walked. I unlocked the door and stood aside to allow her to enter. I followed, closing the door behind me.

She looked at the piles of stamps and English bank notes on the dining room table.

"You said you sold stuff on eBay. Is this what you sell?"

"Yes, that's some of it. The other stuff I sell I have the manufacturer to ship direct."

She picked up a British five-pound note. "Wow, this is beautiful; it's like a piece of art. Can you make money selling money?"

"Oh yes. At the current exchange rate, this five-pound note is worth about seven bucks including shipping. I have a good friend who gets un-circulated notes and ships them to me. I sell them for fifteen bucks including shipping."

She roamed the apartment, looking at my bric-a-brac. The master bedroom door was open, and my Devon Rex cat named Elliot jumped off the bed and came trotting over to where she was standing. He meowed loudly as he circled her legs, rubbing his cheek against her calves.

"That's Elliot, and he likes you; he normally doesn't take to strangers."

She bent down and picked him up. I like your pussy," she said. "Would you like to see mine Elliot?"

"I don't think he will be interested since he's been neutered. But I haven't been neutered so I would like to see your pussy."

She laughed so much that Elliot jumped out of her arms.

"I like your sense of humor Scott. I think we're going to get along just fine."

That last comment piqued my interest.

"Where's your bathroom or is it your loo?"

"Either is fine, and it's off my bedroom."

She entered my bedroom and made a beeline for my master bath, closing the door behind her. I sat on my bed waiting. A few minutes later she came out naked.

She had largish breasts–32-B in my estimation with very puffy areolas and turgid red nipples. Her hips flared out nicely from her small waist, and I was surprised that her prominent mons was bald. Either she shaved, which was unusual for a fourteen-year-old or they hadn't grown yet. The sexy gap between her legs was filled with a very plump vulva, the creases where her labia met the tops of her thighs were very sensual accentuating her vulva's plumpness.

"Why are you still dressed?" She asked.

"I . . . I didn't know if . . . you know."

"You think I came back to your apartment to use the bathroom. C'mon Scott. Haven't you figured out that I want to fu . . . Jeez, fuck just wants to roll off my tongue, sorry."

"That's okay Lucy." I stood and got undressed; Lucy watched in anticipation as I shed each item of clothing. She smiled as my boxers came off.

She grasped my cock. "You have a beautiful cock," she said as she pulled my foreskin back, exposing the purple rimmed crown.

We lay on the bed, and she lowered her head over the end of my cock and started to suck. The feeling and visage of a fourteen-year-old girl fellating me were intensely arousing. I had to stop her as I was getting close to cumming.

"Wasn't I doing it right?"

"No Lucy, you were doing it so well that if you keep it up, I'm going to cum in your mouth."

"I'd like to do that some time," she said thrilling me.

She obligingly opened her legs, and I climbed in between them. As her plump outer lips opened, they revealed her thinner inner lips that formed the cowl for her little pearl and ran all the way down to her vagina that looked so small. It made me wonder if she had been telling the truth when she told me she had had sex with two other men.

I lapped all the way from that tiny hole up her slit to her pearl that was just waiting to be polished and polish it I did. She got her first orgasm just a minute later; her legs closed around my head as she climaxed and what a climax it was. Her whole body shook and jerked as her orgasm washes through her.

A few minutes later she had calmed enough and had caught her breath so she could speak.

"Wow, Scott! That was the best orgasm I've ever had."

"You mean the other guys didn't use foreplay?"

"Not really. They just rubbed my pussy with their fingers to get me wet enough to fu . . . to have sex with me."

"That's a shame. Foreplay is almost as good as intercourse. Speaking of which, are you ready?"

"Uh-huh."

I sat on my heels and pulled her legs over my thighs; my member lay on her almost hairless mons. Grasping the shaft, I positioned it against her small opening. As I pushed, I felt her vagina dilate, and with a slight wince, I was inside her. She was tight, the ring of skin that surrounded my shaft was like a rubber band. I pushed slowly, and inch by inch my cock disappeared inside her until I was buried. She had taken all of my seven inches.

"God you're big. It feels like I'm stuffed." She put her fingers on her tummy feeling for my cock. "It's there, I can feel it," she said.

I took up where I had left off and started thrusting again. I knew I was near as that nice warm feeling began to spread. Then as I spurted the first load of cum inside her, she climaxed again. This girl is amazing. As I humped her, she had her hands on my ass urging me on. I was finally done, and my cock softened and slipped out of her wet tunnel made even wetter with my semen.

We lay there, Lucy snuggled up to me, leaking cum onto my bed. I sighed. I guess I need to change the sheets I thought–a minor inconvenience if there ever was one.

"Can I see you again Lucy?" I asked after she had gotten dressed.

"I'd love to Scott, but school lets out Friday, and I'm going to spend the summer with my Dad who lives in San Diego."

"Will you stay in touch, texts and such?"

"Sure, give me your phone number."

I gave her my phone number, we kissed and she left.



The following week, I got a text from Lucy.

"Miss you already Scott."
xx
Lucy

I texted back.

"Miss you too. Can't wait until school's back in session. You been hanging out at any playgrounds?"

"No, I think my days on the swings are over," she texted back.

That last comment thrilled me. I replied

"Glad to hear that."
xx
Scott.



A couple of weeks went by, and I was in the UPS store one Thursday. There was a very beautiful woman talking to Simon the owner. She turned and smiled at me. She had the most gorgeous pale-green eyes and ash-brown hair. We struck up a conversation, and one thing led to another, and I asked her out on a date. Her name was Sherry, and she told me that she and her husband had divorced some four years ago and that she hadn't dated much since.

Two weeks later we were an item and the first time we had sex it was incredible. Sherry was very adventurous in bed–open to trying different positions. She gave the best head I had ever received, and I loved eating out her delectable pussy. I was surprised that she hardly had any pubic hair.

"God I love your cock Scott," she said as she had just deep-throated me. She was swirling her tongue around my cockhead while stroking my shaft.

She lifted off of me. "I need you inside me so bad."

She lay on her back, and I positioned myself between her legs. I lifted them over my hips and she locked her ankles behind my back. Her pussy was very wet; her vagina was leaking profusely. My cock easily slid inside of her all the way to her end, bumping her cervix causing a gasp to escape her lips.

"Only my husband could do that."

Her comment surprised me as I considered myself average at seven inches. I started stroking in and out of her snug pussy. I liked that she was vocalizing her thoughts and feelings as we made love. I squeezed both of her good-sized breasts; her dark areolas puffed up and as I rubbed her turgid nipples she moaned.

"I love having my nipples played with. One day you will have to concentrate on my nipples as I can have an orgasm from just having them squeezed and rubbed."

As we made love, the thought crossed my mind that maybe Sherry is the one to settle down with finally. She hadn't mentioned having any children which surprised me as that subject usually cropped up in conversations. I hadn't asked since I was scared that if she had a daughter, then it would lead to the breakup of what was a budding romance.

"I'm close Scott," she said. I had felt the signs of her impending orgasm; the jerk of her butt; the fluttering in her tummy; the spasms in her arms as she held me tight.

Mine wasn't far away, and I had never climaxed at the same time as my partner.

"Cumming too Sherry," I cried as my cock swelled. As soon as the first rope of cum hit her cervix, she too climaxed. We held each other–my hands cupping her firm buttocks–hers around my neck. We both shuddered as our orgasms consumed us. I could feel her vagina clenching then releasing my cock as she climaxed.

Mine was over too soon but here's went on for a while longer. She finally calmed, and as my flaccid cock slipped out of her, I rolled to her side and cupped one delectable breast.

"Wow!" she said. "THAT was incredible. We seem so compatible don't we?"

"Mmm. I love making love to you. You turn me on with your gorgeous body and your beautiful pale-green eyes."

"You want to me to spend the night? I'd love to wake up with you."

"I'd love for you to do that."



Lucy came home a week before school was due to start. She called and asked if she could come over.

She threw herself at me after I'd opened my front door. "God I've missed you Scott."

"I missed you too Lucy." We kissed for a good minute.

"Can we get in bed?" She asked.

"You betcha," I replied.

We went to my bedroom where we quickly got undressed and into bed.

"I've been sooo horny these last month, and my finger doesn't hold a candle to your tongue. As much as I want to suck your cock and for you to eat my pussy, I need you inside me."

I obliged; I climbed between her legs which I draped over my thighs; my cock sat on her almost hairless mons. What I thought was bald or shaved turned out to have very fine ash-blonde hairs. Her vagina was leaking her juices, waiting for me to penetrate it. As I placed my cockhead against the opening to her vagina and pushed, it dilated and admitted me. Her pussy was hot and wet and tight.

She pulled me down on top of her, with her hands on my buttocks urging me as I thrust in and out of her tight pussy. As I thrust she curled her pussy up against me.

"I missed this so much," she murmured. I missed having the weight of your body on top of mine; I missed feeling your cock fill me up. I love you Scott, I really do."

I had been thinking about what I felt for Lucy all the time she was gone and what I felt for Sherry; I knew I couldn't have them both and had to make a decision; I concluded that I wanted Lucy in my life forever.

"I love you too Lucy," I whispered.

"You do?"

"Yes baby, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

She peppered my face with kisses and squeezed my buttocks. I was near my climax as I had been so excited to see her again. I could feel that she was near as well since her body started to jerk and spasm. Then her orgasm crashed into her.

"Oh jeez," she cried as she climaxed.

She wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me tight against her breasts that I was sure had grown since before the summer break. I was next to cum; my cock swelled and spasmed as I spurted hard into her, filling her young womb with my teeming fluid. My orgasms, although intense and pleasurable was over way too soon. Hers carried on for another half a minute until she also started to calm, small tics and jerks of her aftershocks came and went.

My rapidly softening cock slipped out, so I rolled to her side. She snuggled up to me. After a while, she spoke.

"So tell me about this woman you've met."

I had texted her a few times telling her that I had met a woman. I had been a bit sketchy with the details as I didn't want her to feel jealous.

"Well, she's got similar color hair to yours and the same pale-blue eyes. I think that's what attracted me to her. She's thirty-six, quite tall and we hit it off right from the get-go."

"What's her name?"

"It's Sherry Best."

"Sherry Best!? Where does she live?"

"Over on Waterford Place. Why?"

"Well unless two Sherry Bests are living on Waterford Place, she's my Mom."

I was stunned and lay there not speaking. Lucy was the first to speak.

"Mom had told me that she had met a very nice guy and that she liked him a lot. She said their lovemaking was incredible."

"Your mother told you that?"

"Mom and I don't have your normal mother-daughter relationship; never had really. We've always been best friends, and we don't have any secrets between us. I told her all about you, and she was sooo happy for me."

"I don't know what to say Lucy. When I told you that I loved you, I had already made up my mind that I wanted to be with you."

"What I haven't told you Scott is that after she initially told me she'd met someone, and was having sex with him, we got into the details. As she slowly told me all about him, I realized it was you. Of course, I told her it was you she had been dating. She said that she was not going to see you, but I talked her out of it."

"You did what!?"

"There's no reason we can't share you. After all, I did say you could marry me and have the best of both worlds. Now you can marry Mom and have the best of both worlds. I sort of like the idea of making love with my step-dad."

At that moment, if I wasn't lying down, you could have knocked me over with the proverbial feather. The first time I meet Sherry and Lucy is going to be very interesting I thought.

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The Girl At The Pool

Mg 10, pedo, oral, con.
Beth surprised Luke; he never knew a ten year old girl could be so into sex.
Word Count: 4,387
Date Published: March 00 2018


I liked to hang out at our HOA pool watching the young girls frolic in the water or lie on their chases sunbathing, getting a nice tan. The image in my mind of them naked with their white tits their cute little white asses and pussies contrasting against the rest of their brown tanned bodies always made me hard. Most all of the younger girls ignored me, but those around ten, eleven and twelve liked to flirt a little. I was young at twenty-three and good looking, so I'm sure they were testing their allure on me. They would give me little shy smiles as they adjusted the crotch of their bikinis.

It was funny to watch the boys reaction to all the skin that was on display. The younger ones would squirm in their seats as the watched the parade of gorgeous sexy girls, their little boners tenting their shorts. The older ones, with larger cocks, bulged their swimsuits and the girls would whisper to each other and giggle as they saw the effect they were having.

Almost all the older girls wore bikinis, to get the most skin exposed and some of them were so skinny that it surprised me that their mothers would let them go out in public wearing them. One girl who told me she was fourteen wore a string bikini that was no more than four small triangles of material–one for each breast and one for her crotch and one for her butt.

Her name was Kelly, and she knew the effect she was having on me as she went out of her way to get out of the pool near where I sat. She would give me one of those shy smiles, and as she walked away, she would reach behind and adjust her bikini bottoms. However, that was as far as she would go.

It was on a Thursday afternoon, and school was out for the summer. The pool was full of children and some adults. By now I could recognize all the older girls who lived in the neighborhood, but today there was a new face. She was a pretty girl with long brown hair and dazzling azure-blue eyes. I guessed she was around ten, maybe eleven depending when she had entered puberty since she had small breasts–well just large breast buds really, the size of walnuts.

She was tall for her age at around four feet six or seven, with a small waist and the start of shapely hips. But what caught my eye the most was her plump pudendum with its tight slit that was just visible through her one-piece sky-blue swimsuit. To say I was taken with her was the understatement of the century. I don't know what it was; it wasn't that she was more beautiful than the other girls because she wasn't, but she had that something; that je ne sais quoi as the French put it so eloquently.

She didn't seem to have any friends, which led me to believe that she was new to the neighborhood and none of the other girls seemed to want to make friends with her. She was sat with the much younger kids and kept glancing in my direction. When she did so, I would smile. After a while, she started smiling back at me.

Eventually, she plucked up enough courage to come over to where I sat at a round teak table under a large umbrella. She stood looking at me biting her bottom lip, trying to pluck up enough courage to speak. I helped her out.

"Well, hello young lady, and what's your name?"

"It's Bethany, but everyone calls me Beth."

I held out my hand. "I'm pleased to make your acquaintance Beth; my name's Luke. And how old are you?"

"I'm ten–soon to be eleven."

I had to force myself to look into her eyes as the urge to stare at the small lumps pushing at the thin material of her swimsuit was urgent. Her nipples had hardened, and they sat atop her large breast buds like little beads.

"You're beautiful Beth."

She blushed a little; I thought it so sweet.

"Thanks," she said. It was almost a whisper.

"I haven't seen you before; you new to the neighborhood?"

"Uh-huh. Me and Daddy just moved here last week."

"Would you like to sit down with me and talk for a while?"

She sat down next to me. "You married?"

"No, I'm not Beth."

"You got a girlfriend maybe?"

"I do, and her name's Beth."

"Oh, that's the same name as . . . " she giggled

This girl's smart, I thought. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

She nodded. "Will we kiss and stuff?"

The word "stuff" that she used excited me no end.

"I would love to kiss you and stuff."

She was so darn cute; she closed her eyes and puckered up. After a quick look around to see if anyone as watching, I planted a delicate kiss on her lips. They were soft, with a hint of strawberry. It was the sweetest kiss I had ever had, so chaste yet so full of promise.

"That was nice," she said.

What she said next surprised the shit out of me.

"I like it when Daddy kisses me like that."

"You know that most daddies don't kiss their daughters on their lips?"

"Uh-huh, but my Daddy's different."

I wanted to explore this further, but a voice from over the fence stepped in.

"C'mom Beth, time to go honey," the voice said.

"That's my Daddy, gotta go."

"Will you be here tomorrow Beth?"

"Uh-huh," she replied, and with that, she ran to the gate and hit the button to allow it to open. She took her father's hand and walked to an idling pickup truck. Before getting in the passenger side, she gave me a little wave. I waved back.

 



I was at the pool earlier than usual the next day hoping that Beth would be there. There was only a handful of children and a couple of adults. Both adults seemed to be parents since I saw them speaking to a couple of the kids. At ten o'clock I saw Beth scan her pool pass card and push the gate open. She smiled as she saw me and came walking over.

Today she was wearing a two-piece lime-green swimsuit. I swear her breast buds had gotten bigger since yesterday or maybe the fabric was a little thinner allowing me to see their distinct outline with a tiny hard bead on top of each. I keep calling them breast buds, but they had developed beyond that–they were real breasts the size of walnut shells.

She stood between my knees, closed her eyes and puckered up.

"Beth honey," I said.

She opened her eyes. "Uh-huh?"

"You don't have to close your eyes to kiss, and there's no need to pucker up like that."

"Oh, okay," she replied.

I took her small rounded chin between my thumb and finger and placed a little kiss on her soft, full lips. I could taste minty toothpaste.

"You kiss nice," she said as she sat down next to me.

"Tell me something about yourself Beth."

"Like what?"

"Do you have any brothers or sisters. What games you like to play. And you never mentioned your mother."

"Mommy went to heaven when I was five. Daddy raises me."

I put my hand on her forearm; her skin was so soft.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that."

"Tell me about your daddy. You said he was different."

"Uh-huh. He's not like the Daddies of my friends back where we used to live. He treats me like a grownup, and we do grownup things together."

This conversation as exciting me. "What kind of things sweetie?"

"I shouldn't say, Daddy told me to tell anybody."

Now I was really excited, and I could see Beth glance down at the noticeable bulge in my pants that was hidden from the view of the rest of the pool inhabitants by the table. Those glances excited me even more.

"But you're my girlfriend, and boyfriends and girlfriends share secrets. I promise not to tell anyone."

"He touches my pussy and my titties."

"Do you like it when he does that?"

"Uh-huh. It makes my pussy tingle. I like it when my Daddy uses his tongue to make me cum."

I was almost to the point of losing it and filling my underwear. I have never in my life had such an erotic conversation with anyone, let alone a ten-year-old girl.

"What else do the two of you do?"

"He likes it when I suck his penis and stroke it . . . you know . . . make him shoot his stuff."

"Does it go in your mouth?"

Sometimes and sometimes he spurts it on my titties–he loves to do that. I like it that I can make my Daddy hard and spurt his stuff."

"God Beth, I wish I had a daughter like you."

"I'm your girlfriend, right? And you're my boyfriend."

"Yes, you are, and I am."

"Do boyfriends and girlfriends do things together like my Daddy and me do?"

"They sure do." My heart was racing, and blood was pounding in my ears. I could feel the inside of my briefs getting wet with precum.

"Would you like to do things with me?" She said, blushing slightly.

"Of course I would. You are a beautiful and very sexy young woman."

"You think I'm sexy?" It seemed to be a genuine question. "But I don't have boobs, just these little bumps."

"Yes, I do sweetie. And I love your small titties. I also love your plump pussy."

"Thank you Luke. Can we go to your house now?"

I tried to calm myself down. The last thing I need was a premature ejaculation as I saw her naked body and fondled her.

"But what about your dad? Won't he come looking for you?"

"Not today. He's at work and won't get home 'til five."

I picked up my book and headed for the parking lot with Beth in tow. I was sure no one saw us leave–I hoped no one saw us go. Five minutes later, I pulled into my two-car garage and hit the button on the visor to close the overhead door. Once inside, Beth put her arms around my chest and hugged me.

"Will you kiss me again?" She asked.

"Of course, I like kissing you."

I half stooped, and she got on tiptoe. I'm not tall at five-six, so our lips were at the right height. I held her face in my hands, and our lips met. The moment I opened my mouth, her tongue came out to play first in my mouth then in hers but mostly in mine as her mouth was small. When she sucked my bottom lip, I moaned.

After a few minutes of kissing, I led her to my bedroom. She needed no asking; her swimsuit came off; first to go was the bra top. I gasped as I saw her walnut shell-sized breasts with their darker pink areolas and red nipples. Next came the bikini bottoms that she let drop to her feet. She had the plumpest vulva I had ever seen, and I'd seen a lot on some of the websites I trolled. The nudist ones provided a lot of viewing pleasure of preteen and teenage girls.

Before I could start to undress, Beth sank to her knees in front of me and proceeded to unsnap the top of my cargo shorts and pull the zipper down. She let them drop to the floor. The bulge in the front of my briefs looked huge next to her face.

"I like it that I can make you hard," she said. My Daddy leaks like this," she added as she rubbed the wet spot where my precum had leaked.

She put her hands inside the elasticated waistband and tugged my briefs down, letting them join my shorts. I lifted one foot and stepped out of them. I did the same with my other foot and kicked them aside. My cock was standing straight up. Beth grasped its shaft with her delicate fingers and brought it to her mouth. As she wrapped her lips around my cockhead, I let out a loud groan. The sight of this ten-year-old girl with the head of my cock in her mouth was incredibly arousing; it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. Okay, I'd had blowjobs from women, but this was like night and day different.

"Your daddy is one fortunate man to have a daughter like you to suck his cock."

She looked up at me and smiled. As she sucked on the head, she rubbed its shaft, twisting her fist as she did so. This girl has been sucking her dad's cock for a very long time, I thought.

"Do you do things with anyone besides your daddy?"

She lifted her head; there was a loud POP as her mouth came off my cock.

"Just my uncle Tony and a friend of Daddy's back where we used to live."

"So your daddy knew about it?"

"Of course he did. He knows about you as well."

I almost lost it. I guess in my excitement to finally do something with a young girl for the first time; the thought that she might tell her father never crossed my mind.

"You told your dad about me?"

"Uh-huh. He asked me if I'd met anyone at the pool and I told him about you. I told him you were a very nice man. All he said was to be nice to you."

To say I was dumbfounded was an understatement. She went back to giving me the best blowjob I'd ever had. I was getting near to cumming, and I knew she had swallowed her daddy's cum, but I wanted to give her fair warning.

"I'm close Beth."

She looked up at me with those gorgeous azure-blue eyes and smiled. I sensed that she could feel my cock swell and knew what was coming next since she pulled off a little, providing room for my cum in her small mouth; her full lips held just the tip as I spurted hard. She quickly swallowed as the second load of cum hit the back of her throat. As I finished, she pulled off and squeezed my cock causing the last of my cum to pool on the tip. She licked it off and swallowed. She looked up at me; those gorgeous azure-blue eyes twinkled.

As my breathing slowed, I could finally speak. Beth, I gotta tell ya, that was THE best blowjob I've ever had. You are an amazing young woman."

She stood up and took my hand. "Which way to your bedroom?"

I led her to my master suite. She ran and jumped on the bed and spread her legs wide as only someone so young could do. I didn't need any further invitation; I got between her legs and was greeted with the incredible sight of her pussy. Her outer labia were plump, gorged with blood; her thin still developing inner lips extend down a short ways from where it formed her clitoral cowl with her little nubbin of a clit sat, waiting for me. My mouth covered her entire vulva as I kissed it.

Wasting no time, I probed her small vaginal opening with its secretions seeping out. Pushing my tongue a good inch inside her caused a little gasp to escape her lips and a slight shudder in her body. The taste was incredible, a little tart but heavenly nonetheless. I lapped at her exquisite slit and planted a small kiss on her pink clit.

Her hands were in my hair as I worked away, sucking, licking, kissing her pussy. I let my hands stray up across the flat–almost concave tummy to find her small breasts. She started mewling like a kitten as I rubbed around them and gently pinched them. After a few minutes of this, they had almost doubled in size.

Her breathing was fast and shallow as I worked her breasts and pussy. Then I felt her legs close, trapping my head that she was pushing hard into her crotch.

"Oh gaaaaaaawd Luke," she cried as she climaxed. She came hard; her whole body was shaking as her orgasm took over; her legs jerked, and she bucked my head. Finally, she calmed and caught her breath.

"Wow Luke, you're terrific. That was the bestest orgasm I've ever had."

"Really?" I said, a little surprised.

"It really was. Can we do this again please?"

Hell yes we can. "I'd love to."

"You wanna fuck me next time?"

It wasn't just the epithet–something you don't expect out of a ten-year-old girl's mouth, but jeez I never knew ten-year-olds fucked. Can a ten-year-old even take a man's cock inside her?

"Beth, let me get this straight, are you telling me you and your dad fuck as in he puts his cock in your pussy."

She cocked her head to one side and gave me one of those 'are you kidding me look.'

"Luke, I'm not stupid. I know what fucking is."

"But . . . but . . . I didn't know a ten-year-old," she started to say something, but I waved her off, "soon to be eleven, could fit an adult cock inside her small pussy."

"We've been doing it for almost six months now. Daddy bought me some dildos, you know . . . "

"Beth, I know what a dildo is okay."

"So how long did you use the dildos?"

"For a good year. I wanted Daddy to fuck me earlier, but he wouldn't hear about it–said I was still too small and he would hurt me if he put it in me. The first time he put his cock inside me, it really hurt, and I bled a little. But after a while, the hurt went away, and I started to enjoy feeling how much he stretched my pussy. I was sore down there for a few days after though. His cock's bigger than yours; not longer but fatter so you shouldn't have any problem putting it inside me."

I just lay there with this gorgeous ten years old nestled in my arms dumbstruck while she told me all about her sex life with her dad and how he managed to penetrate her. I still couldn't wrap my thoughts around the concept of an adult cock penetrating a ten-year-old (okay 'soon to be eleven-year-old') girls vagina. But one thing was I was sure of–I wanted to try it.

"What time is it Luke?"

I looked at the alarm clock. "It's three-thirty."

"Gotta go as Daddy expects me to be there when he gets home. I have to prepare for dinner."

"You cook as well as f . . . ?" I stopped myself.

"Well, not cook. Daddy leaves me a list of things I need to get ready, and he cooks dinner."

"Beth, I have to tell you that you are the most amazing ten-year-old–soon-to-be eleven young lady I have ever met. You would put my older girlfriends to shame. If you were older, I would marry you in a heartbeat."

"Well, as we are girlfriend and boyfriend then maybe when I'm older we can get married."

Why did I think she was serious?



I didn't see her at the pool for two days, and, to say the least, I was disappointed. Then on the following Tuesday, I saw her father drop her off in the parking lot. He even waved at me as he drove away, how weird was that?

"Hello Luke," Beth said as she came over and waited for a kiss. I played a delicate kiss on her soft lips.

"I missed you," I told her.

"Yeah, sorry but I had to go with Daddy to visit my Aunt Joan. She just had a baby."

"So you have a cousin now."

"Uh-huh, his names Jonathan. We gonna fuck today?"

I could never get used to a ten-year-old using the word 'fuck' and knowing what it meant, let alone doing it.

"Yes if that's what you want."

"I've been horny all weekend. My panties have been wet thinking about doing it with you. I like you a lot Luke, and I'm going to marry you when I'm older. Is eighteen too young to get married?"

"I don't think so Beth."

She took my hand and led me to the parking lot. As soon as we were in the house, she made a beeline for my bedroom where she quickly got out of her swimsuit. She unsnapped my shorts and pulled the zipper down. They fell to the floor followed by my boxers. She started to kneel down; I stopped her.

"Why don't we get on the bed, it'll be more comfortable for you."

She jumped on the bed; I followed and lay on my back. She lifted my cock off my stomach and examined it.

"You've got a very nice cock Luke. I think of all the cocks I've seen yours is the nicest."

That last statement surprised me as she had said that she had only had sex with her father, her uncle and her father's friend.

"How many have you seen honey?"

"Oh, I don't know. Ten–maybe twelve. Daddy used to bring his friends 'round to our house, and I used to stand naked while they spurted their stuff. It made my pussy tingle to think that I could make them hard and spurt."

With that astounding statement, she took my cockhead into her mouth and started to fellate me. I reached between her legs and ran my finger along her slit. As I pushed her plump labia aside, I felt her wetness. I'd had sex with some women who didn't produce as much secretion as Beth did. She was an amazing young girl, and I was about to have intercourse with her. It was still something I hadn't fully wrapped my mind around.

After five minutes of sucking and stroking my cock, she pulled off of it.

"I'm ready," she proclaimed.

She lay to my side on her back and bent her knees. I was trembling with excitement as I got between her legs. I sat on my haunches and pulled her closer. As my cock rested on her bald, prominent mons, it filled the entire width of her vulva. I still couldn't believe it was going to fit inside her small ten-year-old's vagina.

I swiped my cockhead up and down her slit, pushing aside her outer labia. She was very wet, and that, combined with copious amounts of my precum served to make her slit slippery. Positioning the head at her small opening, I pushed a little. Feeling resistance and not wanting to hurt her, I pushed a little more.

"You don't have to be so gentle Luke; you won't hurt me."

I pushed a little harder this time, and slowly her vagina dilated, and my cockhead slipped inside her.

She smiled with those gorgeous azure-blue eyes. "See, told you that you wouldn't hurt me."

She was really tight, but her juices and my precum made her slippery. It was like being gripped by a hot, wet, silken sleeve. I laid the palm of my hand on her mound and proceeded to rub her pink pearl with the pad of my thumb. I looked at her breasts, and they indeed had swollen to almost twice their usual size and her red nipples had hardened and sat there like tiny raw peas. Her eyes narrowed as she enjoyed the sensations of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy and my thumb rubbing her clit that was now well out of its hood.

Beth's breathing became shallow and fast as she chased her orgasm. There was a pink hue on the top of her chest and neck, as a sure sign of her arousal, as were the small jerks of her legs and bottom. As I fucked her, she started pushing her crotch into me; she was fucking me as much as I was fucking her. What an amazing ten-year-old.

I increased the pace of my thrusts, my ball sack was now slapping her buttocks, and the bedroom filled with the sound and aroma of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. She had her hands balled up on her tummy, and her head rocked from side to side on the pillow.

"Oh oh m'god, oh m'god, oh m'god," she cried as she orgasmed.

I felt her vagina clench and then relax as her orgasm took over. Her whole body was shaking, and she was moaning loudly. I kept stroking into her and rubbing her clit. A few moments later she clamped her hand over mine.

"Gawd Luke. Stop, that's too much."

I withdrew my hand but kept on fucking her as she small frame was racked with jerks and tics. She finally calmed and opened her eyes and smiled at me.

"That was a good one," she said, between intakes of breath. "You gonna squirt your juice inside me now?"

"You bet."

My orgasm was near; I had damped it down a few times so Beth could cum first. Now I could feel my orgasm rising from my bowels; my nut sack tightened, and shortly after that my cock swelled as the first rope of cum jetted out and splashed against the entrance to her infertile womb. I came hard–harder than I had ever cum before and I kept spurting my seed inside her. I don't think I had ever cum so much.

Then, as soon as it started, it was over, and I collapsed on top of her, supporting my weight on my forearms. As my cock softened she squeezed her vaginal muscles, trying to keep it inside of her, but it only served to ejected it. I felt a gush of cum cover my now flaccid cock. I lay to her side.

"Wow, Beth! That was amazing."

"It was, wasn't it. I like that your cock's not as fat as Daddy's. He really stretches me still, and he has to use a gel, but we haven't done it for a while. I keep asking Daddy why we don't, but he said he didn't want to talk about it. I think it's because his cock is too soft to put inside me."

"Well, I'm glad I can please you. I would love it if we could do it again."

"I'd love that too Luke."



Two days later I got a visit from Beth's father. We had this very, very strange conversation. He introduced himself and thanked me for taking care of Beth's needs. Come on now, the father of a ten-year-old girl thanks me for fucking his daughter. How out of the fucking world is that? He explained that he was having issues with an erection. He had been to see a Urologist who said that it was a neurological issue. After running a battery of tests, the Neurologist said there was nothing he could do for him. He explained that Beth was an exceptional little girl (tell me about it) and that she had sexual needs that had to be satisfied; as he could only give her orgasms with his tongue, he said it was down to me to satisfy her in other ways.

Was I going to step up to the plate–fuckin' A I was!? So started my special relationship with Beth that extended 'til she went off to college. We never did get married–not that I ever expected to, but we remain friends to this day.

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The Girl In The Store

MF, Mg 12, pedo, oral, con.
Lou was stunned at the proposition a twelve-year-old-girl's mother made him.
Word Count: 5,438
Date Published: April 00 2018


I was watching a young girl and her mother shopping for underwear in Macy's one Saturday morning. I liked to watch young girls looking at lingerie. There is something very erotic about a girl holding up a bra or pair of panties. My imagination ran riot as I visualized her getting dressed, putting on her bra, fastening it at the front then turning it around and slipping her arms through the straps; then adjusting her budding breasts inside the cups. I could see her stepping into her panties and pulling them up, adjusting the elasticated leg openings, so the cotton gusset coddled her plump pussy.

The empty shopping bag that I always carried hid my constant erection. After watching for a while, I would go to the men's room to masturbate. I risked getting caught shoplifting one day as I purloined a pair of plain, lime-green, cotton panties. They increased the intensity of my orgasm that day. I always carried them in my pocket from that day onward.

The girl looked at me and smiled. I smiled back. She was a very pretty I would guess eleven or twelve-years-old with pale blonde–almost white hair and sparkling green eyes. She seemed tall for her age since the top of her head came to her mother's chin.

Her mother was just an older version, petite, attractive with a classic hourglass figure. The girl wore a simple, pale-yellow, short-sleeved summer dress with a form-fitting bodice and a flared lower section, white ankle sock and white Keds. The bodice emphasized her firm breasts that I thought quite large given her age.

The girl said something to her mother, who turned and smiled at me. I decided it was time to leave before the mother called security, so I turned and exited the store. Ten minutes later, I saw the mother sitting on a bench outside Belk's, her daughter was not with her. I smiled at the mother as I walked by.

"Sir," she said.

I turned and looked at her; she really was knockout attractive.

"Excuse me," I replied.

"Could I have a word," she said.

I wasn't sure what she wanted. Was she going to chastise me for staring at her daughter as she shopped for underwear? I walked back to where she was sat.

She patted the bench. "Please, sit down." I sat.

"I noticed you looking at my daughter Sally."

"I'm sorry for staring at her."

She put her hand on my arm. "No, it's okay. I'm not angry or anything."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "She is quite beautiful, and I couldn't help looking at her," I said in my defense. "As are you," I added.

"Thank you," she replied. "Yes she is, and she enjoys men looking at her, admiring her beauty and her developing body."

Whoa, wait a minute. Where the fuck did that come from. 'Admiring her developing body'? What mother says that about her young daughter? My interest was most definitely piqued.

"May I ask if you're married Mr. . . . ?

"It's Fredrickson, Lou Fredrickson."

"My name's Emily, Mr. Fredrickson," she said holding out her hand.

I shook it. "Please call me Lou, and no, I'm not married."

"Sally is a very–how shall I put it–a very unusual twelve-year-old-girl."

My interest was now beyond piqued. "In what way?"

She lowered her voice. "Can I ask you a very personal question?"

"I guess," I replied.

"You have a liking for young girls don't you."

"I . . . I . . . yes I do. Is it that obvious?"

"Well, not many men carrying an empty shopping bag, hang around watching young girls pick out their underwear."

"I guess not."

"I'm going out on a limb here," she said and paused. She lowered her voice again. "My daughter has a very healthy interest in sex."

My pulse rate increased, and my mouth was dry with anticipation.

"Excuse me," I managed to mumble.

"Sally and her father have been having sex since she was five years old. And before you ask, I have known about it and approved of it from the very start. My daughter has always been a sexual girl from a very young age. When my husband and I found out that she had started masturbating when she was three years old, we talked to her about it, telling her that it was quite normal and to come and ask us question whenever she needed to know things."

I sat listening to this woman tell me all about her daughter's sexuality as if I was the family shrink. I'm sure she was aware that the empty shopping bag in my lap was hiding a raging erection.

"Tom–that's my husband's name, and I, decided that it was in the best interests of our daughter that we should . . . keep her sexual needs in the family so to speak. We didn't want our daughter to get the reputation of a slut if she started having sex with boys at her school. Tom took Sally's virginity when she turned ten, and they've been having intercourse ever since."

I put my hand on her arm. "Emily, forgive me; this is very interesting but why are you telling me all this?"

"I'll get to the point Lou. Tom's a contractor; at the moment he's in Indonesia on a large construction project, and he'll be gone for three months. When Sally saw you looking at her, she told me that she thought you quite good-looking, to which I agree. She asked me if I would talk to you to see if you would be interested in coming home with us to . . . do I have to spell it out for you?"

"No you don't Emily. I'm flattered to say the least, and yes, I would love to come home with you and Sally."

At that moment Sally came walking up. She looked at her mother who nodded causing a huge smile to break out on Sally's face.



I followed Emily and Sally into their quite luxurious home in an affluent neighborhood on the outskirts of town. As soon as we were inside the house, Sally grabbed my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom. Once inside she stood in front of me and dropped to her knees and proceeded to unbuckle my belt. As she undid the top button of my chinos and pulled the zipper down, I pulled my tee shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. I lifted each leg in turn as she removed my pants.

She grabbed my cock that was tenting my boxers. "So this is what you were hiding behind that shopping bag while you watched me pick out underwear?"

"I think watching a girl handle her bra and panties to be very erotic."

"Then you shall watch me handling mine while I remove them. I'm wearing a white cotton bra and matching panties that are very wet right now."

My cock sprang out as Sally tugged my boxers down. She grasped its shaft and put her lips around its head and sucked.

"Oh my God Sally, that feels so incredible. Your daddy is one fortunate man to have a daughter like you."

She pulled off my cock with a loud pop. "I love to suck my Daddy's dick and swallow his cum. I'll have to see how yours tastes before I swallow it though. But that will have to wait for another day as I just want to fuck today. Daddy's been gone two whole weeks, and I'm as horny as heck."

That comment about another day excited me no end. She stood and got me to sit down on the edge of her bed. I watched as she slowly unbuttoned the front of her dress to the waist while kicking her shoes off. Grasping the hem, she pulled her dress over her head and dropped it on the floor next to my clothes.

She was well endowed in the breast department as they were spilling over the cups of her bra; maybe she had outgrown them and that's why she was shopping for new underwear. Her panties coddled a very plump vulva between the gap at the top of her long slim legs.

She reached behind her and unfastened her bra and let it slide down her arms. She threw it at me. I caught it and looked at the label; it was from the PINKS line, and it was a 32A. They seemed larger than what the tag said. They looked to be about the size of half-oranges with quarter-size areolas and brown nipples. I guessed she was shopping for a size 32B or maybe a 34B.

"God Sally, you have the most exquisite tits I think I've ever seen. They're gorgeous."

"Daddy likes to suck my nipples; they get quite large when he does that."

I watched enthralled as she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her panties and tugged them over her nicely-curved hips and ass and let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them, hooked her toe in the leg opening and kicked them to me. I felt her creamy wetness in the crotch, and I got a little light-headed as I sniffed them.

She giggled. "Told you I got wet thinking of your dick inside my pussy."

I couldn't help but stare at her gorgeous pussy with its prominent moms. He sparse, straight pubic hair was so light it almost blended in with her skin. What caught my attention was how plump her labia were; her vulva was squashed between her slim thighs; there were sexy creases either side where they joined her thighs. Her slit was tight with only the short ridge of her clitoral hood showing.

She saw me staring. "I take it you like my coochie?" She said as she came over and sat on my lap facing me. I looked down and saw that her labia had parted, exposing the bright-pink folds of her thin clitoral sheath and the dark entrance to her vagina. My cock was standing at full attendance leaking precum that was running down its shaft.

I smiled. "Yes and I most certainly like your coochie. I don't think I've heard an older girl refer to her pussy as her coochie before."

"Yeah, some of my friends think it's a little funny, but Daddy likes to refer to it as my coochie, so it sorta stuck. He sometimes likes to talk dirty while we're having sex; he calls it my cunt then."

I knew we were going to fuck, and I was going to leave it up to her to set the pace, so I asked about her relationship with her father.

"When did you and your daddy start having sex?" I asked her.

"I was almost six, but I had wanted him to do things with me ever since I was four. I found the pleasures of masturbation when I was three. I was scared when Mom found me doing it one Sunday morning. I thought I was doing something horrible. But she told me it was quite normal.

"She started telling me all about sex and how she and Daddy would make love. I kept asking her if Daddy would make me feel nice like he did her, you know give me orgasms–that was the first time I heard the nice feeling I gave myself called that. She said she had finally convinced Daddy to start having sex with me. The first time he gave me an orgasm with his tongue, I thought I was going to die it felt so good. After that, I couldn't get enough.

"If Daddy wasn't giving me orgasms, I was giving myself orgasms almost every day at night in bed. I found that if I didn't masturbate it took me much longer to go to sleep. Daddy didn't want me to at first but when I was seven he let me make him cum. To say I was thrilled that I could make my Daddy spurt was an understatement. After that, he loved for me to do it for him and six months later he came in my mouth. I love the taste of his cum, and I'm sure I'm going to like the taste of yours too."

That last statement made my cock twitch. She grabbed a hold of it and slowly stroked it.

"When did he pop your cherry?"

"When I turned ten. He had tried a year earlier, but it hurt too much. It did hurt when he finally put it inside me, and I bled a little, but it wasn't too bad. I was sore for a few days after through. After I started my periods, Mom had me fitted with an IUD so you can cum inside me and you won't get me pregnant. I love how it feels when Daddy spurts inside me and fills me with his cum."

I almost shot my wad at those last statements. All of my girlfriends had insisted I wear a condom and I hated the damn things.

"Sally, honey, if you keep telling me all these things, you're going to make me cum."

With that, she got off my lap and onto her bed on her back. I took the invitation of her open legs and started to go down on her. She lifted my head off her pussy.

"As much as I love oral sex, I'm so horny right now I need you inside me. I haven't been fucked for two weeks."

I sat up and grabbed her ankles, pulling her closer to me. With her legs wide open, the opening to her vagina seemed impossibly small. I had no idea how big her father's cock was, but if it was true that he had been fucking her for going on two years, then she had to be able to stretch to accommodate me as I was of average girth.

Grasping the shaft in my fist, I swiped up and down her very wet slit, pushing aside her plump labia. As soon as my cockhead touched the opening to her vagina, she started purring like a kitten. My uncertainty at being able to penetrate her was quickly dispelled as I pushed into her. Her vagina dilated, and I easily slipped inside her. She was really snug, and hot, and wet. Her daddy had done an excellent job of stretching her for me. She wrapped her long slim legs around my waist, locking her ankles in the small of my back as I buried my cock deep inside her.

It was evident that she had been fucked quite a few times as she curled her pussy up against me as I thrust into her. I couldn't believe I was having sex with a twelve-year-old girl, something I had dreamed about. And it wasn't just any twelve-year-old, it was a twelve-year-old with years of experience of sex thanks to her father.

"God your dick feel good inside me Lou. You can fuck me harder, you won't hurt me."

I started thrusting into her harder, my ball sack slapping the cheeks of her ass and my cock bottoming out on her rubbery end. She was moaning loudly as we fucked each other. I was close, but I wanted her to cum first, so I put the palm of my hand on her prominent fleshy mons and started to rub her clit with the pad of my thumb. That did the trick as she arched her back and let out a long, low guttural "ahhhhh."

That did it for me; I felt my cock swell as the first rope of cum burned up its shaft and jetted into her pussy. The sensation of my cum spurting into her pushed her to greater heights of her orgasm. She grabbed my arms and pulled me down on top of her. I could feel her whole body trembling with pleasure as her orgasm ran its course.

I was done long before she started to come down off the highs of her orgasm. My now flaccid cock was expelled from her vagina followed by a rivulet of my cum. As I rolled to her side, she clamped her legs together trapping the remaining cum inside her.

"God that was incredible," she said finally. "I can't describe what it feels like when you shoot your load inside me, and you shot a big load."

"I think it was because my cock was buried inside the tight pussy of a twelve-year-old beauty."

She giggled.

Ten minutes later, Emily knocked on the bedroom door and walked in without waiting for a confirmation. We were lying there with Sally's hand around my now semi-hard cock. She glanced at it and smiled, as if seeing her daughter lying naked next to a man she had just met with his cock in her hand was an everyday occurrence.

"You want to spend the night?" She asked me.

It took me a little by surprise. "Okay, yes that would be nice," I replied lamely.

"Okay, one of the guest rooms is ready, Sally will show you which one," she said, turned and left.



I wanted to sleep with Sally, but she insisted I take the guest room. Emily had turned the bed down for me. I dropped my clothes on a chair and went into the bathroom to take a quick shower.

The moon was almost full, bathing the bedroom in a pale glow when I awoke; the clock on the nightstand said 4:37. The door opened, and Emily slipped in and closed it behind her. As she approached the bed, she stepped into the moonlight; she took off her robe and put it on the chair; she was naked underneath. I caught my breath as I looked at her gorgeous, petite body with perky breasts, flat stomach, and quite prominent mons. Was I going to be the lucky man who gets to make love to a mother and daughter? My question was answered as she slipped under the covers and found my now semi-hard cock.

"You okay with this?" She asked.

"I . . . I . . . I guess," I said lamely.

"It's okay Lou, my husband and I have a, how shall I put it, a very open marriage. You already know that Tom has sex with Sally, and like my daughter, I too have needs. This is the first time he's been away from home for more than a week, and before he left, he told me to make sure Sally and I had our needs taken care of. You happened to be in the right place at the right time."

"I don't know what to say Emily. This is a most unusual situation. I mean it's not every day a woman approaches a man and asks him to have sex with her daughter, and then asks him to have sex with her."

"Don't try to analyze it, just fuck me please."

By now my cock was rock hard, and I needed no more encouragement. I climbed over her leg and pulled her legs over mine. I could see her petite breasts in the moonlight standing proud of her chest with their large turgid nipples and dark areolas. Her mons was broad and fleshy with a neatly trimmed bush of light-blonde hair, and her clitoral cowl and inner labia were visible between plump labia.

I swiped my cockhead along her cleft, pushing aside her labia, picking up her creamy moisture in the process. She moaned loudly as I sat there rubbing her clit with the helmet-shaped head.

"Put it inside me Lou, I have to feel you stretch me, feel you fill my pussy with your dick."

As I pushed down her slit, my cockhead hit her perineum and entered her pussy. She wasn't tight like Sally, and I didn't expect her to be, but she was snug, and the walls of her vagina gripped me in its hot, wet, velvet sheath. I had fucked her daughter not seven hours ago, and now my cock was buried in the mother's pussy. I was in heaven.

Emily put her slim legs around my neck and locked her ankles behind my head. My cock was now buried deep inside her, bumping her rubbery cervix causing gasps to escape her lips. I started fucking her–slow at first, almost languorously–then with more urgency as she talked to me.

"Oh yes, that's it Lou." As I thrust into her, my ballsack slapping her cheeks pushed together by the mattress.

"God yes, that's the spot," she said as I bumped her cervix.

"Harder Lou, fuck me harder."

By now I was slamming into her; it amazed me that such a petite woman liked sex as rough as I was giving her.

She was crying out with an, "Aghh." That came from the back of her throat. Her hands were on my buttocks urging me on.

"Oh jeez Lou," she cried.

Her orgasm washed over and through her, causing jerks of her butt and legs; her vagina pulsed with pleasure, sensually gripping my cock. She held me so tight I was afraid she was going to break her rib. I was still humping her for all it was worth, and I too climaxed. I felt my cock swell as the first large rope of cum splashing against her cervix. The second she felt me spurt my teeming fluid insider her, she climaxed again. I had never experienced that before.

"Good God Lou," she cried. I thought she would never stop shaking and jerking, but after a minute or two (I lost track of time) she finally released her tight grip on my chest, and her legs slipped off my shoulders and lay at her side.

By now my cock was softening, and a clench of her pussy expelled it. I rolled off, and she clamped her legs closed to prevent my cum from leaking out. She snuggled up to my side and put her arm on my chest.

"That's never happened before," she said. "I've never had orgasms back to back."

We lay there for a while. Then Emily got up and went to the bathroom. I heard running water, and it told me I needed to empty my bladder. As I walked into the guest bathroom, I saw that Emily was on the bidet. I stood next to her and proceeded to urinate.

"I love to watch Tom take a leak, and he loves to watch me. Is that kinky?"

"I don't think so. I think watching you with that jet of warm water spurting into your pussy is very sexy as well."

"We have another use for the bidet, as a preparation for anal sex."

"That sounds like fun," I replied and left it at that.

I finished and shook the last drop of urine into the bowl. After flushing the toilet and washing my hands, I returned to bed. Emily soon joined me. We lay in each other's arms as if we were long-time lovers and went back to sleep.

I awoke at seven-thirty; Emily had already gotten up by the look of it, since her robe had gone off the chair where she put it early that morning. However, her side of the bed was now occupied by Sally, and she lay on her side with her head propped up on one hand. She was staring at my morning erection.

"Morning Lou," she said as she reached over and took my woody in her fist and began to stroke it.

"Morning Sally; your Mom's already up I see."

"Uh-huh, she's fixing breakfast."

Sally sat cross-legged next to my left hip and lowered her mouth over the head of my erection. She licked all around the head and up and down the shaft.

"Mmm. I see that you and Mom had fun last night. I can still taste her pussy on your dick."

"You and your Mom have sex?" I said, somewhat astounded.

"Of course we do," she replied with a little frown as if I should have known.

She continued sucking my cockhead while stroking the shaft. She was working up a storm giving me an incredible blow job when her mother walked in; she nonchalantly sat on the edge of the bed and watched her daughter fellate me.

"Sally gives her Daddy the best blowjobs. I get jealous sometimes because he likes hers better than mine. She should give good ones since it was me who taught her."

All I could do was nod my head since I was on the cusp of my orgasm.

"Cumming Sally," I said. She looked at me and smiled with her eyes as I pumped the first load of my cum into her waiting mouth. She quickly shallowed as the second and subsequent spurts entered her mouth. When I was done, she looked at me, smiled, pulled my cock out of her mouth, and swallowed hard.

"Mmmm Mom. He tastes really good. You're gonna love giving him head."

With that, Sally got off the bed and left leaving me panting.

"Will you come and stay with us on the weekends?" Emily asked when I had caught my breath. "We can do fun stuff together and not just in bed. We can go out to dinner or catch a movie. Sally will love it."

"I'd love to Emily, thanks for asking me."



And so, for the next six weeks, I stayed in Emily and Tom's house from Friday night until Monday morning. I had more sex in those six weeks than I'd had in my twenty-nine years. It was Emily's turn on Friday nights and Sally's on Saturday. It was a toss-up to see whose bed I slept on Sunday night–sometimes it was the two of them in mine. Emily and I had anal sex a few times, and I actually started to enjoy it. The two other times I'd had anal sex wasn't too pleasant, but the bidet made all the difference. Clean anal sex is enjoyable

If either Emily or Sally were on their period, then I would take care of the other's needs. One week in, Emily called me into the kitchen early one Sunday morning where she was on a phone call with Tom. She put the phone on speaker mode.

"Tom, Lou just walked in. He is the guy I told you about."

I'm sure I turned beet red. I mean it's one thing to have sex with a guy's wife and his twelve-year-old daughter, but it's an entirely different thing to talk the guy about it.

"Hi there Lou," Tom said.

"Err . . . hello Tom," I replied rather hesitatingly.

"I hear you're taking good care of Emily and my little girl for me."

"Err . . . yes, I am."

This had to be the strangest conversation I had ever had.

"Thank you Lou. My wife and my little girl mean the world to me."

"Tom," Emily said.

"Yes hon."

"You getting your needs taken care of sweetheart?"

"Yeah. The company has a trailer set up for the workers, and they bring girls in from the local town. The company doctor makes sure they are all clean, but I wear condoms. Can't be too careful. I never thought a grown man could penetrate an eight-year-old girl's pussy though–God was she tight. Hey gotta go hon, talk to you next Sunday. Love ya, give Sally a big hug for me."

"Love you too baby, will do."

The line went dead.

"He seems okay, at least he's getting his needs taken care of. An eight-year-old, wow. I remember when Sally was eight, it was all he could do to get a finger inside her pussy she was so small."

I wandered off to collect my thoughts.



It was the seventh week after meeting Emily and Sally; it was a Tuesday, I was in the office at work, when I got a call from Emily who sounded distraught. I told my boss I had a family emergency and needed to leave right away. I jumped in my car and was at Emily's front door in fifteen minutes. It was evident she had been crying hard since her eyes were red and puffed. She started crying again as I walked inside and put my arms around her. Sally came running downstairs and put her arms around the both of us. She had been crying too.

"What's been going on Emily?" I was almost afraid to ask.

"Tom's dead." Was all she said.

"What! What happened?"

"A group of Islamic militants attacked the foreign workers on the construction site. The small Indonesian army who were supposed to provide security where quickly overwhelmed."

"Oh my God, I am so, so sorry. When did this happen?"

"I'm not sure, but when he didn't answer his phone for our talk last Sunday, I got worried. I've been trying to reach him for the last few days. Then this afternoon, a vice president of the company he works for, came and broke the news. They're having his body flown home tomorrow."

"Is there anything I can do–anything just ask?"

"As you know neither Tom nor I have any immediate family. Would you stay with us and see this through?"

"Of course I will. What about funeral arrangements?"

"The company is taking care of all that, thank goodness, since I don't think I could handle it."

That evening I lay in bed with Emily by my side. I wanted to sleep in the guest bedroom, but she insisted I sleep with her as she didn't want to be alone. I felt a little awkward. I mean the woman had just lost her husband of fifteen years and here I was, lying in their bed with her. At least I had on pajama bottoms. Sally was taking the death of her father hard. I had spent a good two hours in her bedroom trying to comfort her, but all she wanted was to be held. She finally fell asleep in my arms. I kissed her soft lips and pulled the covers over her.

"I had the strangest conversation the last time Tom and I spoke," Emily said after a few moments of silence. "I didn't pick up on it at the time, but he said if anything should happen to him, to make sure you take care of Sally and me. It was almost if he had a premonition. I just brushed him off, telling him that he would soon be home."

"Don't beat yourself up over that Emily. You had no idea."



The funeral was a very somber affair. The only other mourners beside Emily, Sally and myself, were Tom's coworkers and a distant second or third cousin–I forgot which. After everyone had left, Emily, Sally and I went out to dinner. I spent the next week staying with them until I had to go back to work. Three months later I got a call from Sally who said she had to talk to me. After her father's death, we never had sex, neither did Emily and I. It seemed as if we had drifted apart and to be honest, it didn't feel right to put my sexual needs in front of a grieving family. I met Sally at a Starbucks near her school.

"Thanks for meeting me Lou," she said as we sat down with our coffees, mine a double cappuccino and her's a skinny latte.

"No problem Sally. What's up?"

"Mom will never come out and ask you, but we have talked a lot since Dad died. She wants you, I want you to move in with us if that's something you want. I know you love us both and we love you."

"Wow Sally! I don't know what to say. Don't you think it's too soon?"

"No, Mom doesn't think so, and I don't either. It's not like we've just met. We've had an ongoing relationship ever since Dad left for that job. And Dad was happy I had met someone, and all he wanted was for Mom and me to be taken care of while he was away."

"Sally, I gotta say it, but your father was one incredible man."

"I know," she said. "So will you?"

"I'd love to."

"Thanks Lou, it's going to be great to have you there all the time."

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The Girl At The Window

Mf 14, pedo, oral, con.
Owen was both surprised and thrilled at what he saw in the window of the apartment opposite.
Word Count: 6,438
Date Published: April 00 2018


Owen Adams had just moved into his apartment three days ago and was still unpacking. He and his wife of three years had just divorced. Thankfully, there were no children of the union; the two of them just decided that it wasn't working out.

He was unwrapping a table lamp that his ex had graciously allowed him to take; she feigned an attachment to it, reluctantly allowing him to take it. He knew she had hated it when he purchased it at a yard sale.

"Who shops at yard sales?" she had asked.

He thought she was a real snob and after the divorce, he wondered why he ever married her. Then he remembered the really hot sex they had, and she did have a killer body with narrow hips and small tits.

He positioned the lamp on his bedside table, and as he did so, he saw a young girl in the window of the adjoining apartment block. He was on the second floor as was the unit in which she lived. She looked to be around thirteen or fourteen; it was hard to tell from a distance of about twenty feet. She sat with her head in the palms of her hands, propped up on the window sill looking at him. She wore her ash-blonde hair in a loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. She smiled at him; he smiled back.

Later that evening, with all the unpacking done, he poured himself two fingers of Makers Mark, his favorite sipping bourbon, and sat in the recliner. The apartment came furnished with the bare necessities–a sofa, coffee table, a fixed chair, TV stand, dining room table with four chairs, queen-sized bed, dresser, and tallboy.

Owen sat watching "Gold Rush" on his newly acquired Sony flatscreen. He glanced out the window at the apartment where he had earlier seen the young girl. The light was on in her bedroom and she hadn't closed the drapes. With the show on pause, he turned his attention to what was going on in the girl's bedroom. She wasn't standing right by the window but close enough that he could clearly see her. Being nine o'clock on a school night, it appeared as if she was getting ready for bed. He got up and rummaged through his range bag and pulled out a spotting scope.

She had her back to him. He watched as she pulled her teeshirt over her head and dropped in on a chair. She had on a plain white cotton bra that she quickly unhooked; it joined her teeshirt. Owen gasped as she turned around and gave him a good look at her breasts. He thought them to be about the size of half lemons–his perfect size–with slightly puffy areolas and small pink nipples.

He quickly fished inside his pants, pulled out his cock and started to stroke it while he enjoyed the show she was putting on for him. He watched as she undid the snap and pulled down the zipper of her jeans. As she stepped out of them, he could see the white cotton, bikini-cut panties that she wore.

Owen was stroking faster now, as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down. She was showing him her gorgeous pussy, and in the high magnification of the scope he could see all the detail; the plump labia with the ridge of her clitoral sheath; her broad vee-shaped pad of her mons with its smattering of light-brown hair.

He was sure she couldn't see him, as he was too far away from his living room window, yet the thrill of seeing a young girl naked took him over the top. He stopped stroking his cock as it swelled and a thick rope of cum spurted out and landed on his fist and his shorts. It was followed by four more, the last oozed out the end and slid down the shaft.

In the girl's bedroom, he watched as she pulled on pajama bottoms and a top that buttoned at the front. She got into bed and turned off the light.



The next morning as he was walking to his car to drive the ten miles to his office, he saw the girl. She came out of her apartment block and headed for the waiting school bus. She joined the line of children waiting to board. As he drove by, she looked at him and gave him a shy smile.

All day long, Owen was looking forward to the evening; his work suffered as a result, bringing admonishment from his boss. He couldn't help it; he couldn't get the image of the naked girl out of his mind. The fact that she had put on a show for him made matters more exciting. A couple of trips to the bathroom to relieve his sexual tension helped a little, but not a lot.

He watched some show on television while he waited for the girl to go to her room. As soon as her bedroom light went on, he rushed to his bedroom and stood at the window waiting with bated breath. He wasn't disappointed.

This time, she stood right in front of her bedroom window. She slowly unbuttoned her pale-blue blouse and slipped her arms out of the short sleeves; she dropped it on the floor. Next came her pleated skirt; she pulled down the side zipper and let it fall to the floor where she stepped out of it.

She was wearing a very sexy light-blue bra with white lace trim; it had a slight underwire that pushed her petite breasts up and together. They didn't form much of a cleavage, but the effect was incredibly erotic. Her matching panties emphasized the plump vulva that filled the small gap between her slim tapered legs. She stood there watching him.

Taking the hint, he unbuckled his belt and unsnapped the top of his jeans. Drawing the zipper down, he lifted one leg out and then the other; he threw them onto his bed. His hard rod tented the front of his cotton boxers. He could see her watching intently as he tugged them down. He saw her jaw drop and her hand go to cover her mouth as his cock sprang out.

Now it was his turn to put on a show for her.

As she removed her bra, he started to stroke his cock with just his thumb and forefinger. Her hand went down the front of her panties, and they masturbated in unison. Owen's cock was a hard as it had ever been as he watched the girl rub her pussy. He knew at this rate he wouldn't last long.

Earlier he had put a towel on the windowsill to catch his cum. Now he was furiously jacking his cock, as he watched her steady herself with one hand while rubbing her clit inside her panties. Her eyes narrowed as she neared her climax. Owen watched in amazement as the girl climaxed. He could almost hear her cry out with pleasure as her orgasm washed over her.

He was on the very cusp of his orgasm but backed off a little so that he could experience hers. The girl's body shook, and he saw her legs jerk uncontrollably. He was amazed that she was still standing. After about half a minute she started to calm a little. She licked her dry lips and opened her eyes. Now it was her turn to watch Owen cum.

The girl watched as he again started to stroke his cock. It didn't take but ten seconds before he felt his cock swell. He let go of it and watched as it jerked up from its position standing straight out and a sizable pearly-white rope of cum spurted out and hit the window. He could see her gasp and cover her open mouth as more of his cum spurted out onto the towel–each spurt preceded by a large twitch of his cock. He squeezed the last of his cum out and wiped it off with the pad of his thumb.

She blew him a kiss and was gone.

Owen cleaned up the mess on the window and put his boxers and jeans back on. He returned to watching television with the warm glow of a post-orgasmic state.



The next morning as he was about to get into his car, he noticed a folded piece of paper tucked under his wiper blade. He pulled it out and opened it.

Carla 336 555 6753
Text me.

He tucked in his pocket.

That evening after supper he pulled out his cell phone and sent a text to Carla.

"Hi Carla, Owen here."

She texted back immediately.

"Hey Owen, last night was pretty crazy huh?"

"You have one gorgeous body, How old are you?"

"I'm fourteen."

"I could get into a lot of trouble if anyone knew what we're doing."

"I won't tell, and I'll delete all texts when we're through."

"Was that the first time you'd seen a man cum?"

"Yeah, and it was amazing. You spurted a lot."

"That's because you have such a sexy body."

She was silent for a while. Then a photo appeared on Owen's phone. It was of a pair of fingers holding pussy lips apart.

"I guess you couldn't see too well so here's a shot of my pussy. I hope you like it."

"My God Carla, you've got a gorgeous pussy. I love how plump your lips are, and I'd love to suck on your little love button."

"Ooo, you're making me wet. Here's a shot of my boobs. They're not very big–I only wear an A-cup bra."

The photo was a close up of her breasts with her puffy areolas and beaded nipples.

"They're the perfect size for me."

"How old are you Owen?"

"I'm twenty-three." He included a shot of his big erection with the foreskin drawn back that he had taken earlier in anticipation of exchanging photos.

"Wow, you're big."

"Not really, I'm an average six inches."

"Gotta go Owen, Mom's telling me to shut my phone off and go to sleep."

"I'll probably have a very nice dream tonight imaging kissing your gorgeous pussy."

"Me too with my lips around your beautiful cock."

Owen had been stroking his cock with one hand while texting with the other. He brought himself off ten seconds after putting down the phone.



The next evening Carla texted Owen.

"Hey Owen you doing okay?"

"Hi Carla, yeah I'm doing just fine. I did dream of you last night, and I swear I could taste your pussy when I woke up this morning."

"I too had a wonderful dream about you. This texting and letting you see me naked is a lot of fun."

"Have you done this kind of thing before?" He asked.

"No and I don't know why I suddenly decided to do it. I saw you moving in, and to be honest, it made my pussy tingle. You're a handsome guy."

He decided to see where she was willing to go with this.

"You ever want to do more than just text?"

She went quiet for the longest time, and Owen worried he'd pushed too hard.

"You still there Carla?"

Still silence.

"Yeah, I'm still here. I don't know Owen. I mean texting and letting you see me masturbate through the window is just a little innocent fun."

"You're right Carla, I should never have asked. I'm sorry."

Owen hung up deciding to see what she would do.

He didn't hear anything from her for three days, and her bedroom window drapes remained closed. Then on a Friday evening around five-thirty, there was a knock at his door. He opened it, and Carla was stood there. His heart raced. She was taller than he imagined. He was five-seven, and the top of her head was level with his eyes. She was even more beautiful in person than at a distance with gorgeous deep-blue eyes and very kissable full lips.

"Can I come in Owen?"

"Of course you can."

He stepped aside and let her pass. After he closed the door and turned she flung her arms around his neck and their lips met. Hers were soft and warm, and she closed her eyes and tilted her head to get full contact. The blood in his ears was pounding as he inhaled her aroma, floral soap and damp hair where she had showered; he got a whiff of perfume. It didn't take long for his erection to join in on the fun and there was no way she couldn't feel it pressing into her stomach. After about half a minute she broke their kiss.

"I'm sorry I haven't been in touch. I just had to think about what you said."

"I understand, and I maybe shouldn't have said it. We were, as you put it, 'having a bit of innocent fun.' Taking it to the next level was a big step."

"No, I'm glad you did. It made me think about what I wanted to do. I've had a couple of boyfriends, and they wanted to do stuff with me, you know . . . have sex."

"And did you?"

"No, I didn't since I didn't feel ready and they were in too much of a hurry–trying to cop a feel of my tits and get their hands inside my panties. I realized that boys my age or just a little older have very little idea of how to please a girl."

"That's very true Carla. I remember my fumbling when I was that age. As you say, copping a feel of a girl's tits or getting a hand into her panties were my only goals, just so I could tell my friends."

"How is this going to work . . . I mean I've not done anything like this before. I am on the pill though; my periods were irregular, so they prescribed it."

Owen was so happy to hear that piece of news.

"Can you get away on, say, Friday or Saturday evenings, for a few hours?"

"I think so."

"Where will you tell your parents where you're going?"

"It's just my Mom and she works two jobs. She's a bartender on Friday and Saturday evenings until around midnight."

"Perfect. We're going to take it slow. There's no need to rush enjoyable things, is there?"

"No, I guess not. Mom's always telling me not to be so serious sometimes and to enjoy life."

"Can I ask what happened to your father?"

Owen could see her start to tear up, so he put his arms around her and held her close. Her firm breasts pushed into his chest.

"Sorry Carla; I didn't mean to probe."

"It's okay," she said as she wiped a tear from the corner of each eye with her finger. "Daddy was killed in a traffic accident when I was eight. The other driver that T-boned him was drunk and had no insurance."

"I'm sorry to hear that. You okay now?"

"I'm fine, thanks. How do we start?"

"Slowly. Why don't you come and sit on the sofa."

She followed Owen and sat beside him.

"I can't believe how beautiful you are Carla. The way you looked from a distance didn't do you justice."

She blushed a little. "Thanks," she whispered.

Owen put his arm around her, and with his other hand he lifted her chin and kissed her. Her full lips were soft and inviting. She tilted her head and her mouth opened. He felt her tongue exploring his lips, so he opened his mouth to let her in. It was apparent she had French kissed before since her tongue played a little game with his.

As they kissed passionately, his hand strayed from her chin and trailed across her neck to her left breast. He squeezed it gently through the thin cotton of her top and the unlined bra. Even through two layers of clothing he could feel how firm her breast was and even the bumps of her puffy areola and hard nipple. She moaned and her arms and legs jerked as she reacted to his touching her breast. He started to unbutton her blouse, but she stopped him and did it herself. She pulled it out of her jeans and removed it completely. Next came her bra, which allowed him unfettered access.

As she nestled back down against him, his hand went to her left breast. Without the barrier of clothes, her breast felt smooth and hot. As he gently squeezed, it he felt how firm yet soft it was. Her areolas had puffed up with her arousal; as he rubbed her turgid nipples, she moaned into his shoulder.

"You have gorgeous breasts Carla, so firm and perky. I love your puffy areolas." He leaned lower and took first one and then the other nipple and areola into his mouth and sucked. She was now mewling like a kitten as he worked on her breasts.

"I'm very wet," she whispered.

"You want to come into my bedroom? I'd love to lick your pussy juice."

"Uh-huh," she whispered.

She followed him into the bedroom. He knelt in front of her, opened the snap at the top of her jeans and pulled the zipper down. She helped him take them off. As soon as they came off, he got a whiff of her sex and it was so potent it almost made him light-headed. He kissed each breast in turn and then planted little kisses between her breasts, then all the way down across her flat tummy to the waistband of her plain, white bikini-cut panties. The few times he had seen her underwear she always wore just plain cotton ones. He intended to remedy that.

Putting that thought aside for the moment, he took the waist of her panties in between his teeth and pulled them down. She giggled as he struggled with her panties. Then, with a Herculean effort, he managed to clear her butt, and as he let go of them, gravity did the rest; they fell to her feet. Owen's face was now level with her gorgeous pussy; her vulva was squashed by her thighs but still leaving a sexy gap at the top of her legs. The ridge of her clitoral cowl and her inner labia were just visible in her tight slit.

The aroma of her sex was more pungent now that her panties were gone. She had a smattering of ash-blonde hair at the top of her delta-shaped mons.

"God, Carla, I swear you have the most gorgeous pussy I've ever seen, and I've seen a few."

She ruffled his unruly mop. "Thanks, Owen," she said.

He stood up and led her to his bed where he got her to lie down on her back. She opened her legs for him as he got onto the bed. Lying with his face inches away from her pussy, he could see her juices trickling out of her vagina and running into the crack of her buttocks where they were pressed together by the mattress.

As she opened her legs some more, her vulva opened, and the bright, coral-pink of its inside looked back at him. At the top, her pink clit was visible in its cowl which turned into her small inner lips. At the bottom was the dark opening to her vagina. The thought that he might get to penetrate her, have sex with her sent a ripple of pleasure throughout his body.

He inserted one finger into her tight hole, which caused her butt to jerk. A second and then a third probing finger caused gasps to escape her lips. The reason for his probing was twofold: to take pleasure from penetrating a fourteen-year-old pussy for the very first time and to gauge how much she could stretch. He was confident that when the time came, he would be able to penetrate her with minimal discomfort for her.

The first time he touched her clit with the tip of his tongue she jumped. As he commenced kissing and licking her love button, she started moaning; her hands were in his hair, pressing his face into her very wet pussy. Soon his face was wet with her secretions but he didn't care, since he loved her taste and her aroma was heady.

Owen kept up his ministrations to her clit while he finger fucked her. Soon she was bucking his hand as he plunged three fingers in and out of her vagina; squishing sounds and her moans filled the room. He could tell she was close to an orgasm since he felt her butt and legs jerk uncontrollably. Then she inhaled with a small snort and held her breath as she climaxed. He as much as told her to breathe, then she exhaled with a loud swoosh and started shaking like she was having an epileptic fit.

Her thighs were holding his head as she grabbed fistfuls of his hair. It was getting to be a little painful until she relaxed and released his head from the grip of her thighs and his hair from her fists. Owen got from between her legs and lay beside her. She promptly snuggled up to him and kissed his wet lips.

"Sorry, Owen. I should have told you that I produce a lot of juices."

"That's okay; I love your taste. How was it? Was it what you expected?"

"God, no! It was much more intense than I thought it would be. I've only gotten an orgasm with my finger, but this was way better. You certainly know how to make a girl feel good."

"I'm happy for you. I'm sure no boy would be able to give you an orgasm like that one."

"You're still dressed Owen. Don't you want me to do something?"

"Let's save that for tomorrow evening. Just lie with me for a while. I like it when you snuggle up to me."

After few minutes Owen had an idea. "You know what I would love to do right now Carla?"

"Nuh-nuh."

"I want to watch you play with yourself, give yourself an orgasm."

As she slipped her fingers between her legs and started to strum her clit, Owen unbuckled his belt, pulled the zipper down and got out of his jeans and underwear at the same time, pushing them off the bottom of the bed with his feet. He lay there, watching Carla rub and press her little button, while he slowly stroked his cock.

Carla couldn't take her eyes off his cock as he masturbated. She knew the excitement of just having been given an intense orgasm and watching Owen beat off for her viewing pleasure, would bring on a quick climax. He was just as excited. As his cock swelled and a thick rope of cum spurted onto his stomach and chest, Carla climaxed. She arched her back off the mattress–only her heels and shoulder touched. Then she dropped back and started to shake and jerk.

Owen enjoyed the show of Carla frigging herself for his pleasure. He was getting to like this girl a lot. There wasn't a big age difference, which got him to thinking.



The next evening, a Saturday, Carla knocked on Owen's front door. As soon as she was inside and the door closed, she flung her arms around his neck and that started a five-minute passionate kiss. When they both came up for air, panting, catching their breath, Owen spoke.

"Good God Carla, I've never kissed anyone as good as you."

"You haven't? That makes me happy."

He held out his hand; she took it.

"Come with me; I have a surprise for you."

"Ooo, I love surprises."

She followed him into the bedroom where she saw two Victoria's Secret shopping bags on the bed. She peered inside.

"These for me?"

"No, they're for me, as I'm into cross-dressing."

She looked at him with a serious expression on her face. Then he laughed.

"I saw that you wore plain underwear, so I decided to go shopping for you."

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Thank you Owen, that's very sweet of you. Mom can't afford fancy stuff, so we mainly shop at Walmart or Target."

"Tell you what. I'll leave you to it. Why don't you get undressed and put on one of the sets of underwear? Surprise me. Tonight I'm going to teach you how to pleasure a man with your lips and your tongue."

She giggled furiously.



When Owen returned to the bedroom, he had to catch his breath as he saw Carla just standing there in sexy underwear. It was the one he liked the best. Both bra and panties were coral with white lace trim. The bra was a demi-cup with white lace straps that gave a little support and pushed her small breast together. The panties were bikini-style with a plain panel that dipped at the center; it coddled her plump vulva. The thin stretch lace side panels hugged her well-developed hips. She pirouetted to show Him the back as well.

"You look gorgeous Carla. I don't know how you knew, but that was my favorite."

She came over and kissed me, his erection pressed against her tummy. "Thank you, this underwear makes me feel so sexy."

"You don't need underwear to be sexy; you are one very sexy young woman. Now you ready to have your first lesson in the art of fellatio?"

She nodded and smiled.

"Why don't you start by undressing me."

She needed no more encouragement. First, she unbuckled his belt, then undid the button at the top of his pants and pulled the zipper down. He held onto her shoulders as he lifted each leg in turn and pulled his pants off. His erection tented the front of his boxers. Her hand brushed it as she undid the bottom button of his shirt. Next came his undershirt. Finally, she slowly tugged his boxers down. He stood there naked as she admired his toned body, running her hands over his chest and arms.

"Do you work out, Owen?"

"Three times a week."

"I can tell," she said as she felt his taut buttocks. "I love to look at men's butts–the nice ones that is. Yours is fabulous. I think that was the first thing I saw as you climbed the stairs on move-in day. So where do we start?"

Owen sat on the edge of the bed and Carla knelt between his legs.

"First thing to know about a man's cock is that this area here is the most sensitive," he said as he showed her the frenulum. It can drive a man crazy if you lick it."

"Sorta like a clit?"

"Yeah, that's right. Being so sensitive you have to make sure that your tongue covers your bottom teeth because if you happen to rake it with your teeth as you take my cock into your mouth, it's a sure way to put a dampener on the party.

"Second, and I'm sure you've seen porn on the Internet where a woman deep-throats a guy, taking his cock down her throat. It's not easy, and as far as I'm concerned, it's not necessary to give me pleasure.

"Third, to swallow or not. Some women I've been with wouldn't even let me cum in their mouths, let alone swallow. It's a personal thing, and I won't force you to do anything you don't like.

"Ball sack. I love to have my ball sack fondled while having my cock sucked but be careful, don't squeeze too hard."

"Can I try now," she said.

"Be my guest, but don't forget about what I said about your teeth."

Owen lay on the bed and she knelt between his legs. Grasping his shaft between her thumb and finger, she lifted it off his stomach.

"Wow, it's really hard, and the skin seems as though it's not connected," she said.

She planted a small kiss on his cockhead that caused his body to shudder. She opened her mouth and putting her tongue over her bottom row of teeth she carefully lowered her mouth over his cockhead. She could easily get it inside her mouth and closed her lips around the underside. As she moved her tongue back and forth a little, stimulating his frenulum, he gasped loudly.

"You sure you hadn't done this before? What you just did was incredibly arousing." She looked up at him with her gorgeous deep-blue eyes and, without taking her mouth off his cock, shook her head gently.

She put more of his cock into her mouth until its head bumped the back of her throat. She had managed to take half of it in.

"You don't have to take that much in, Carla, just the head and an inch, then run your tongue around the end and use your hand to stroke the shaft."

After a few minutes, she was fellating him like she'd had experience doing it before. Her one hand was stroking his cock while her other was gently fondling his ball sack. The sensation of having a fourteen-year-old girl suck and stroke his cock was rapidly bringing him to his climax.

"God, you're good Carla. I'm almost ready to cum."

She kept looking at him as she stroked and sucked his member. He felt his ball sack tighten and his cock swell.

"Aghhhh," he cried as the first rope of cum blasted into Carla's mouth. She quickly swallowed as a second and third rope spurted into her. Some escaped her lips and ran down her chin. A glob dropped off with a thin tendril still attached to her chin. Finally, gravity took over, and the tendril and the glob parted company landing on her thigh.

With Owen spent, Carla pulled off his cock and swallowed the last of his come. She scooped the errant glob of cum off her thigh with her finger and sucked it off. She smiled at him those gorgeous deep-blue eyes.

"How did I do?" She asked.

"My God Carla, you were fantastic. That's the best blowjob I've ever received."

"I didn't think I'd like the taste of your cum, but it's okay–a little salty but not icky like I expected."

She lay beside him, and he put an arm around her, and she lay her head on his chest. "Mmm, this is very nice," she murmured, "I could get used to this."

Owen kissed the top of her head. He was rapidly falling for Carla and it both excited and scared him.



Over the next few weeks, Carla gave Owen better and better oral sex, something he didn't think possible after their first session. She learned how to lick his shaft all the way from its root to its tip. Owen loved it when she would take each of his testicles into her mouth and suck them.

When Carla's mother saw Carla's new expensive underwear in the wash, she sat her down for a girl-to-girl talk. Ever since Carla's father had died, Carla and her mother had grown close; they were more like sisters than mother and daughter.

"I take it that you have a new beau judging by your underwear. Did he buy them or take you shopping?"

"Yes Mom, and he's terrific. He got them as a surprise for me."

"I assume he didn't guess at what size to get."

Carla blushed a little. "No, he didn't."

"How long have the two of you been having sex?"

"Three weeks and he's so gentle and caring Mom. You'd like him."

"How old is he?"

"He's twenty-three. He lives next door, and his name's Owen."

"The guy who drives the blue Lexus?"

"Uh-huh."

"God, Carla, he's gorgeous."

"Yeah, I know."

"Wanna share him?"

"MOM!"

"Just kidding, honey. How serious are you?"

"I know I'm still young, but he could be the one."



Friday night came around, and Owen let Carla into his apartment.

"I'm wearing some very sexy underwear tonight and you have to guess which ones."

"That's going to be interesting," Owen replied.

Carla followed him to his bedroom where she undressed him. It was part of their ritual–a role that she thoroughly enjoyed. When he was naked, he sat on the edge of the bed and watched as Carla did a slow striptease. After each button of her blouse was undone, she asked the same question.

"Which underwear do I have on?"

"The blue cotton ones." Was his first guess.

"Wrong. I'll give you a hint. They're cerise."

He racked his brain. It was his favorite color, so he had purchased three sets.

Two more buttons came undone, and he caught a quick look at the clasp between the cups.

"The ones with black bra straps and a black waistband on the panties."

She undid the last button and opened the flaps of her blouse.

"Ta-da! Good guess."

"I cheated, I saw the center fastener."

She removed the rest of her outer garments and stood in before him. He unfastened the bra and pulled it off her arms and let it fall to the floor.

"I never tire of looking at your tits, Carla; they're a thing of beauty."

Next, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her cerise panties and tugged them over her hips and let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them and he picked them up. Feeling the wetness in the gusset, he asked her a question that he had wanted to ask for weeks.

"You ready to become a woman Carla?"

She nervously chewed her bottom lip then nodded her head. She climbed onto his bed and lay on her back. Owen lay beside her and turned to her side and proceeded to kiss her breasts. He took her areola and nipple between his lips and swirled his tongue around them, feeling her areola puff up, and her nipple harden.

Slipping his hand between her legs, he slid his finger along her slit, parting her plump lips and feeling the wetness of her hole. She gasped with pleasure as he inserted one finger, followed by a second and third finger. He rotated his three fingers, feeling how much she stretched. She was ready.

Owen got between her legs and lifted her knees over his thighs, causing his cock to lay on her mons. He looked at her gorgeous deep-blue eyes and saw consternation.

"If it hurts when I put it inside you, it will just be a twinge I promise. Just try not to tense up."

She nodded as she fisted his rod and swiped it up and down her wet cleft, pushing aside her now red and engorged outer lips; her clit was out of its cowl. A quick swipe of his cockhead over it cause her butt to jerk. His cockhead came to rest on her perineum, at the entrance to her tunnel.

He pushed the head against the tight ring of skin, feeling it yield a little. Another push cause her vagina to dilate some more. Another, more urgent push caused a whimper, and he was inside her.

"You okay?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm fine Owen. As you said, it was just a twinge. Feels really strange. I've only had my hairbrush handle inside me."

"Ah, the quintessential hairbrush handle. I'm sure every girl in the country has used it for a purpose other than brushing her hair."

Carla giggled, causing her pussy to clamp down on his cock. Owen started to push, and as the tight, slick, silky vagina yielded, he bumped her cervix. She put her long slim legs around his waist and locked her ankles at his back. She looked up at him and smiled.

"It feels really, really good to have your cock inside me; you fill me up."

He started thrusting in and out of her and the more he did it, the more her vagina became accustomed to his girth. As he fucked her faster, she fucked him back, curling her pussy up to meet his thrusts. She could feel herself teetering on the edge of her orgasm, and as he spurted the first load of his cum inside her, she dropped into it.

"Gaaawd . . . Owen," she cried.

Owen had stopped thrusting; he had his cock buried deep inside her as he spurted more cum than he had ever spurted before. When he was done, he lay on top of her, supporting his weight with his forearms, feeling her whole body shaking and jerking as he orgasm took over. He felt hot puffs of her breath on his shoulders; her butt jerked under him and felt her tight pussy clenching his rapidly softening cock.

Finally, she came down off her orgasmic high, and her breathing slowed. She released his waist, and her legs dropped to the bed. He rolled to her side, and she snuggled up to him.

"Thank you, Owen. That was wonderful. It was what I always imagined what it would be like."

She leaned over and kissed him on his lips.

"Now what do I do with all your cum inside me?"

"You could put a pad in your panties or hold your crotch and go to the bathroom."

"I have a tampon, would that work?"

"I guess it would."

She slipped out of bed and retrieved a tampon from her jeans pocket and went to the bathroom. Owen heard the toilet flush and she came back out with the string hanging in the sexy two-finger gap at the top of her legs; she got back into bed and snuggled up to him.

"I told Mom all about you. Before you panic, she's okay with it."

"Really, even though you're underage?"

"Yeah. Mom and me are more like sisters. She wants to meet you."

"I think I've seen your mother. Is she around five-five, petite, has the same ash-blonde hair like you?"

"Yep, that's Mom."

"She's beautiful."

"Uh-huh. And do you know what she said?"

"What?"

"When she asked if you were the guy who drives the blue Lexus, and I said yes, she said would I share you with her. How about that?"

"Yeah, how about that? When do I get to meet her?"

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The Girl In The RV
MF, Mf 14, Mg 6, pedo, oral, con.
Pete, the proud owner of a motorhome, pulls into his first RV resort. The family next door turn out to be full of surprises.
Word Count: 6,755
Date Published: July 06 2018


When I was thirty, I came into a sizable inheritance from my grandmother. I decided to make a life change. I sold my house and possessions and purchased an RV in order to tour the United States and see what it had to offer. But I wanted no ordinary RV. I looked and looked and looked at all the new ones on the dealers' lots, attended the RV show at the local coliseum but nothing tickled my fancy. Then, a salesman called me and told me he had just got in a used model.

I had not even considered a used model, but he said this one used to belong to a NASCAR driver and that I should come and check it out. I did, and it was huge, basically the size of a full-sized inter-city bus but then some. It had, of course, the slide outside modules, exterior awnings. The interior was absolutely gorgeous, and no expense had been spared. It had marble counters, marble tiles on the floor; a sumptuous master suite with king-sized bed and walk-in closet; the bathroom had a shower and a tub. The kitchen had top of the line equipment. And it had satellite television.

What really sealed the deal was the rear compartment. It had been designed to accommodate a large golf cart that was used at the race tracks to get from the driver's RV area to the pits and back. The salesman assured me that it could accommodate one of the Smart cars that Mercedes sold. After some haggling over the price, with the dealership finally throwing in a brand new Smart car to seal the deal, I finally signed the papers, and I was now the proud owner of a very luxurious RV.

The next morning, after loading my clothes and personal possessions from the temporary storage unit I had rented after I had sold my house, I headed south and west with no specific destination in mind.



It was getting dusk as I pulled into an RV park on the outskirts of Destin, in the Florida panhandle. After paying the weekly rent for an oversized space, I motored slowly down the single road until I came to my parking space. It took me a few attempts at backing up to get my large RV properly situated. After hooking up water, sewer and electricity I went inside and turned on the large flat panel television. The satellite dish automatically locked on to a signal, how cool is that?

I sat sipping a fifteen-year-old bourbon watching the Hustler channel where a couple of studs were fucking the shit out of a bimbo in both holes at once. When they had both shot their wads, I killed the television, locked up and hit the sack.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of girls laughing and shouting. I peeked out of the bedroom window and saw two girls running in and out of the RV park's irrigation sprinkler. There was an Allegro Breeze model in the space next to mine; I assumed it belonged to the girl's parents and I thought I detected a slight movement. My alarm clock said 8:23, so I assumed the parents had sent the girls outside to play while they had a little morning lovemaking.

The girls appeared to be sisters since they both had the same long dusky-blonde hair. The older one had on a one-piece light-green swimsuit, and the younger one was naked. Now I had seen naked girls at my homeowner's association pool as well as at the beach, but they were very young–one–maybe two years old. Older girls, up to puberty, usually wore one-piece suits or bikinis with just a band of material to cover their non-existent breasts, or at the very least a pair of panties.

This girl looked to be six or seven, and I was astonished that her parents would allow her to run around naked. I was even surprised that she even wanted to. I had no desire for young girls but decided to see what was going on.

After making a single cup of special blend in the RV's fancy coffeemaker, I went outside and sat on the bottom step. The girls were too busy playing to notice me. After a few minutes, the sprinklers shut off, and the girls saw me and came over to where I was sat.

"Wow, that's a big motor home," the older girl said.

"It wasn't here yesterday," the younger girl added.

Both girls were quite beautiful. The younger one stood there without a shred of embarrassment. Up close I could see her darker pink areolas the size of dimes with tiny red nipples. I had never seen a naked girl this old before and what surprised me the most was the size of her vulva. The women I had dated had a vee-shaped vulva, but this girl's vulva was plump with a tight slit and an indentation at the top. She still had a little baby fat that made it look even larger.

"I got in late last night," I replied. "My name's Pete, what's yours?" I asked the older one.

"Adele," she replied, "and this is my little sister Cassandra although we all call her Cass."

"I'm not little," Cass said indignantly.

"And how old are you two beauties?"

"I'm fourteen and Cass's six," Adele said.

Cass started to shiver a little.

"You look like you're cold Cass. You want to come inside and dry off and get warm?"

Cass looked at Adele for approval. Adele nodded, and the two of them followed me inside. I grabbed two clean bath towels and handed one to each of them. Adele wrapped hers around herself; Cass handed hers to me.

"Dry me, Pete," she said.

I took the towel and knelt in front of her and began to dry her hair and shoulders. As I looked at her naked body, I was horrified as I felt my cock start to grow. I quickly dried the rest of her and handed the towel to her.

"You missed my coochie," she said.

I looked at Adele since I had no idea what a coochie was.

"You need to dry between her legs," Adele explained. "She calls her pussy her coochie."

Cass moved her feet apart, and I dried between her legs. My cock was now fully erect, and I couldn't make any adjustments without bringing attention to the bulge in my pants. I was concerned that Adele would see it and tell her parents. I stood and quickly turned, but not before Adele saw my erection inside my shorts. She gave me a shy smile.

After making some excuse to make another cup of coffee, I left the two girls standing there. A few minutes later with my cock adjusted, so it wasn't obvious I returned with a fresh cup of coffee.

"Can I get you girls anything?"

"No thanks Pete," Adele replied, "we have to go in for breakfast; Grandpa and Grandma should be done by now."

Done? "Done with what sweetie?" I had no idea what she was talking about.

"Sex," Adele said. "Grandpa and Grandma have sex on Saturday mornings, and we have to leave 'cause they make a lot of noise–well Grandma does."

I couldn't believe what was coming out of this fourteen-year-old's mouth.

"Yeah, Grandmas's very noisy," Cass added. "She said a bad word one day; she said 'fuck me George'."

"Cass, you're not supposed to use that word," Adele chastised her sister. "You know what Mom did last time you said it."

Cass looked down sheepishly. "Sorry, Adele."

Just then I heard a knock on my door. I opened it, and a beautiful, petite woman with quite nice size breasts stood at the bottom of the steps.

"Hey, neighbor," she said. "I'm Marge and are my two little granddaughter's in there by any chance?"

"Sure, come on in," I replied. I proffered my hand. "I'm Pete."

She shook it. "I know Adele can behave herself, but I hope the little'un isn't bothering you any. Cass can be a little boisterous at times."

"No, not at all. Cass was cold from running through the sprinklers, so I gave her a towel and dried her off."

"Well, thanks Pete. Come on girls, let's go eat breakfast and leave this nice man in peace."

I watched them leave. Adele turned and flashed me a pretty smile.



Later that morning I was pottering around, checking the RV. Even though the salesman had walked me through the simple things like how to make hookups, how to check my water levels if I was away from a source, how to use the large awning, and how to extend and retract the two side pods that effectively doubled the square footage. But this was a custom RV and had a lot of extras. Like the pull-out flat screen television and the pull-out stainless steel grille.

Someone tugged on my sleeve. I turned 'round, and Adele was standing there.

"Oh hi Adele. Can I help you?"

"Grandma wants to know if you want to come to dinner tonight."

"I'd love to sweetheart; what time and can I bring anything?"

"She said to come around six, and she never mentioned about bringing anything."

"Okay great."

She turned to leave, then stopped. "I didn't say anything about you getting a hard-on when you were drying Cass."

"Wha . . . what . . . did you say?" I heard her alright but gave an automatic response when someone says something unexpected.

"I saw that you had an erection and wanted you to know I didn't say anything to Grandma and Grandpa. Cass didn't see it so your secret's safe with me."

"Sorry Adele, I didn't mean to embarrass you. Something like that has never happened before. I mean I'm not a pervert or anything." I was rambling now.

"You didn't embarrass me. I've seen men get them before when they were around me. I was surprised you got one looking at Cass naked."

"To be honest Adele, it shocked the heck out of me."

Then she said something that surprised me.

"I like you Pete, we're going to get along just fine."

With that, she gave me one of her beautiful smiles and left. I stood there in disbelief at the conversation we had just had about my erection in such a nonchalant way.



George was older than his wife; he said he was seventy-two and claimed that he snatched Marge out of the cradle.

"Oh George, if I had a dollar for every time you said that I'd be rich by now and would have young men chasing after me."

"I didn't hear any complaints this morning," George replied. "If I remember right it was you who said 'fuck me harder'."

"George! Not in front of company and certainly not in front of the girls."

George huffed. "I'm sure Pete's heard worse, and the girls know what we do Saturday mornings."

We were sat outside after eating a delicious meal of roast lamb shank, roasted potatoes, and green beans.

"That meal was delicious Marge," I said, changing the subject. Throughout dinner, I felt Adele's bare foot rubbing my knee under the table while maintaining an innocent visage.

"Thank you Pete, I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"That's a very nice motor home you've got there," George remarked.

"I like it. It used to belong to Chet Hawkins, the NASCAR driver. He had it custom built. It even has one of those Smart cars in the back."

"No kidding. That must be convenient. We either have to pay the daylight robbery prices in the park store, or put everything away, disconnect and drive to the nearest town."

"I'll gladly let you borrow it."

"Well, that's mighty neighborly of you Pete."

"How long you plan on stayin' Pete?" Marge asked

"I'm on no fixed schedule. I don't have to work. This is my first trip and my first RV park. I'm thinking of making my way across to the west coast then north to Washington state. How about you guys?"

"We're here for a few more days and then we're going to a new RV park near Mobile," he said. Then he lowered his voice and said, "It's a nudist resort. You wanna join us?"

The thought of seeing George naked didn't flick my Bic. But Marge, on the other hand, was a different kettle of fish. Then there was Adele. After seeing her sister naked I wouldn't mind seeing Adele in the buff.

"I don't know George. I've never thought about it."

Adele, who was sitting next to me, brushed against my hand. Anyone watching would think it just an accidental touch, but the look she gave me said otherwise.

"It'll be a lot of fun Pete," Marge said. She gave me a strange look. "Lots of pretty girls to look at."

"He's probably worried about getting a woody," George said.

"George! There you go again. Don't embarrass our guest."

George huffed and quieted.

"That's what men carry a towel for. They're called modesty towels, and after a few years, you no longer need them. I mean, how many naked women can you see before it becomes routine."

"I ain't met my fill yet," George piped up.

"Thank God for the little blue pill is all I can say," Marge said.

George looked a little deflated.

"Okay, I'll think about it," I said.

"You mentioned that we could borrow your car," Marge said.

"Yeah, that's right. You need it tomorrow?"

"If you wouldn't mind. Could you look after the girls while I drive into town for a few hours in the morning."

"What about George?"

"Oh, he sleeps in on a Sunday morning. You won't see his face until noon."

"Okay, I'd love to look after the girls for a while."



I opened the rear door that dropped down to form a ramp. A few of the nearby RVers started milling around watching me. I shimmied sideways between the car and the compartment wall and got inside the vehicle. It started right up, and I backed it out and pulled alongside my motor home. I got a round of applause as I closed the hatch. After taking a bow I went to fetch Marge.

As she drove off, Adele and Cass walked up the steps to my unit. Cass had some paper and colored pencils and sat at the dining area table and started coloring.

"Will you show me around Pete?" Adele asked.

"Sure honey." She followed me into the hallway. I opened the first door on the left. "This is one of two guest bedrooms, the other's across the hall. The next door opened onto a small bathroom with a shower. The door at the end of the hallway opened into my master suite. She closed the door behind her.

"Are you coming to the nudist resort?" She asked.

"I don't know Adele."

"Please come. I want you to see me naked, and I want to see you naked as well."

Shit! Where did that come from? Are all fourteen-year-old girls this forward. I could feel my cock beginning to swell inside my shorts.

"I think I might like that," I replied.

"Will you kiss me Pete? Boys don't know how to kiss."

"What about Cass?"

"She'll be busy with her drawing for the next hour."

I was five ten and Adele was around five three, so I sat on the edge of the bed; it put her face a little higher than mine but a much more comfortable angle for kissing than if we stood. I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her to me. As soon as I kissed her soft, full lips, it was if I had stuck my finger in a light socket.

Her mouth opened and her tongue probed my lips, pushing her way inside my mouth where she found mine. They started a little sensual dance. Adele moved closer until her nice-sized breasts were pushing against my chest. I froze as her hand slid between us and felt my hard erection inside my shorts. She squeezed it.

"You're big," she said.

"Adele, do you always grab hold of a man's cock while you're kissing him?"

"I don't kiss many men–well just one–my uncle Dave, but he was much older than you. I told you I liked you and we were going to get along just fine. I'm not a virgin either, in case you were wondering."

"I wasn't actually. I was wondering what I was going to do at a nudist resort being around you all the time."

"I guess you're going to be using your towel a lot."

"You do know what we're doing is highly illegal and I could get into a lot of trouble if anyone found out."

"As I said yesterday, your secrets safe with me. Come on, let's kiss some more. You're such a good kisser you're getting my panties wet."

We stayed there for a good ten minutes kissing and slowly she was growing on me. I had never kissed a young girl before and her kisses were very sweet and innocent, even though she was squeezing my cock the whole time. We finally stopped; both our hearts were racing, and we were panting–as much for air as out of passion.

I stood up and opened the bedroom door for her. "Better go check on your little sister."

"Aren't you coming?"

"I have to take care of something first."

She closed the door and took my hand and led me to the spacious marble tiled bathroom. "I'll take care of that for you," she said. We stood at the toilet. She raised the lid and seat, unzipped my shorts, and fished my erection out of my underwear and commenced stroking my cock. I was powerless to stop her. It was as if she held some sort of magical hold over me.

"You've got a beautiful cock, Pete," she said as she jacked me.

I didn't even bother to ask how many she'd seen; it seemed pointless at the time. It was evident she had done it before and more than once since she knew to rub the palm of her hand over the head and gather my precum to lubricate the shaft. There was a squishing noise in my bathroom as she stroked my slick cock with a slight twisting motion. I put my hand on the vanity to steady myself.

"Cumming," I said as my cock swelled and a huge rope of cum spurted out, up in the air a good eighteen inches before gravity took over, and it splashed into the bowl. Four more equally large ropes took the same route. The last two just oozed out onto Adele's fist. I looked on in amazement as she licked my cum off her hand and swallowed it.

"Mmmm, you taste good. You can cum in my mouth next time. Just make sure you're clean as I hate a dirty cock."

She washed her hands and left me standing there like I had just been turned into a pillar of salt for looking back at Sodom. I was going to hell, I knew it.



"How were the girls?" Marge asked as she handed me the keys to my car.

"Like little angels," I replied.

"I find that hard to believe," she said. "Did Adele act like a little lady? I know how she can be a little, how shall I put it, a little forward at times. She takes after her mother."

"I meant to ask about the girls' parents."

She took my arm and led me out of earshot of the two girls. "Tragic really. Their father Fred was killed in an accident at the place where he worked. This was two years back. Adele was twelve at the time and took it harder than Cass.

"Thanks for telling me all this."

"I think Adele likes you, likes you a lot. She's talked about nothing else since yesterday."



The next morning Marge knocked on my door early. I had been up just fifteen minutes and had just poured my first cup of coffee.

"Come on in, Marge," I said.

"Sorry to bother you, Pete, but we need to ask a huge favor. George and I need to go to my daughter's house; it's twenty miles from here. She has a small family emergency. Apparently, her mother-in-law has fallen."

"Oh dear, I'm sorry to hear that. I guess you'll be packing up, huh," I didn't know if my disappointment showed in my voice.

"No, that's where the favor comes in. We're paid up for the rest of the week, and there's no sense in dragging the girls away from the swimming pool and swings. Would it be okay if they stayed with you while we borrowed your car?"

My day just perked up. "No problem at all, Marge. Let me get you the keys."

After giving Marge the keys, she returned to their RV. She came back a few minutes later with two somewhat sleepy girls in tow. After handing me the keys to the RV, she kissed the girls, told them to take notice of what I told them, and left. Cass was wearing a pair of cotton pajamas with Disney toons all over them. I took her hand and led her to one of the guest bedrooms where she immediately got into bed and was asleep in less than thirty seconds. I didn't think she was ever fully awake. When I returned to the main room, Adele already had a glass of orange juice in her hand.

"It's going to be fun staying with you, Pete. We can do things, if you want to."

"Adele, I need to ask you something. When you brought me off in my bathroom, I got the impression it wasn't the first time you'd done that."

She started to tear up. I moved to her side of the dining table and put my arm around her; she rested her head on my chest. She sniffled and turned and looked at me.

"Daddy and I used to do things together. It started when I was seven. I would love sitting on his thigh–you know straddling his leg. He would bounce me up and down. One day, I started to get a really nice tingly feeling in my pussy, and I guess I began rubbing my pussy along his bare leg because it felt so good.

"That was the first time I had an orgasm on his leg. I noticed the big bulge in his shorts. I knew all about erections and such from an older cousin. I would start to get in bed with Mom and Daddy on weekend mornings; Daddy started to give me orgasms first with his finger and later with his tongue. Those were the best ones."

"So you mother knew about this?"

"Oh, yes. I guess were weren't your normal American family."

"I guess not. Go on." My cock was as hard as a baseball bat as I listened to Adele's story.

"I loved to watch Daddy make love to Mom. I was too small for him to put his cock inside me. That wouldn't happen until I was eleven. But Mom taught me how to give him head. She showed me first, then let me do it and corrected me if I was doing it wrong. I loved it when Daddy came in my mouth, loved the taste of his cum. I miss him so, so much."

She started to tear up again, and I held her as she began sobbing. I gave her my handkerchief, and she dried her eyes.

"Can we go to the pool today, Pete?"

"Sure we can honey."

After breakfast and the dishes were in the dishwasher, the three of us walked the fifty yards or so to the resort's swimming pool. Cass was wearing a royal-blue one-piece. I could see her tiny nipples poking the material and her plump pudendum between her slim thighs.

Adele wore a simple string bikini in a light shade of green. The top didn't have cups, just two triangles of material that molded themselves to the shape of her decent size breasts. If I had to guess, I'd say she wore a 32B bra. The bikini bottoms coddled her plump vulva. She was one very sexy girl and I could hardly wait until tonight after Cass was tucked into bed.

I sat and watched the girls play in the pool until around noon when I said we needed to get back to my motor home for lunch and into the air conditioning as it was getting quite warm out. Although I had put plenty of sunscreen on both girls, I didn't want them to burn.

After lunch, Cass said she wanted to take a nap. Adele checked in on her and after making sure her sister was asleep, she took my hand and led me to my bedroom. I was like a lamb being led to its slaughter, or in my case to ecstasy.

As soon as the bedroom door was closed, Adele dropped to her knees and tugged my swimming trunks down. She grasped the shaft of my cock and began sucking its bulbous head. Her hand expertly stroked my shaft with a twisting motion. Occasionally, she would take my cock out of her mouth and lick it from its root to its tip. She knew what she was doing, and it was incredibly arousing to have this fourteen-year-old beauty fellate me.

"I'm close," I said.

She looked up at me and smiled with her gorgeous green eyes. She kept looking at me as she brought me to my climax. I threw my head back and groaned as I flooded her mouth with my first load of cum. She quickly swallowed, and I spurted more of my teeming fluid into her. She never spilled a single drop. When I was done, she squeezed the last of my cum out and licked it off the end.

"I like the taste of your cum. It's very similar to my Daddy's. Okay, my turn," she said as she stood, tugged at the strings of her bikini bottoms and let it fall to the floor. She jumped on my bed and spread her legs. I knelt at the side and pulled her to me, draping her legs over my shoulders.

She had the most beautiful pussy I had ever seen, plump, with a prominent mons covered with a smattering of her dusky-blonde hair that stopped at the top of her cleft, leaving her red and fleshy labia smooth. I parted her labia exposing her clitoral cowl with its pink button nestled inside. The cowl became her still-developing sheath that ended at the red opening of her vagina.

"God, Adele. You have the most gorgeous pussy I've ever seen. It's simply beautiful,"

She smiled. "I'm glad you like it because it's all yours tonight. Right now please get me off."

I needed no more encouragement. I lapped her pussy with my broad tongue all the way from her vagina to her little pleasure button. I worked that button every which way from Friday and Adele rewarded me with coos and mewls. Her hands were on my head running her fingers through my hair and pulling me tighter into her pussy. Then all of a sudden her orgasm exploded and she closed her slim thighs against the sided of my head.

"Jeez, Pete," she moaned, as her orgasm crashed into her. I felt her whole body shake. She finally let go of my head as her orgasm faded. I wiped my wet face with the bed sheet.

"That was a good one," she said. "I can't wait 'til tonight."

"Me neither," I replied.



I cooked hot dogs on the grill; together with slaw and cookies for dessert; they filled the girls' bellies, for sure. We watched some television and at nine o'clock Cass could hardly keep her eyes open. After she had peed and brushed her teeth, I tucked her into bed; within a minute she was snoring lightly.

Adele followed me to my bedroom. I watched as she got undressed. I gasped when her bra came off; she had perfect breasts the size of half oranges, spaced far apart on her chest with quarter-size areolas, crinkled and dark with pink nipples.

"I love your tits Adele; they're the perfect size, and I'm going to enjoy playing with them." She giggled causing her breasts to jiggle a little.

I quickly got undressed and onto the bed. Adele joined me and lay next to me with her leg over mine, pushing her wet pussy into my thigh; she grasped my cock and squeezed it.

"You have a beautiful cock Pete; my mom would love it."

"Does your mom date anyone?"

"Not right now. She has dated a few guys but nothing serious. You would like her; she's much like me."

"If she's like you, Adele, I'm sure I would." I was quiet for a while, thinking what was going to happen once we parted and went our separate ways. Adele picked up on it.

"You seem sad, Pete. What is it?"

"I was thinking, I want this–you and me and Cass–to not end. You've had a big impact on my life, and I can't picture myself ever being apart from you."

She put her hand on the back of my neck and brought my head down and kissed me on my lips.

"I don't want it to end, either. I think I'm in like with you."

That last comment made me chuckle.

"And I'm very much in like with you too, Adele."

"Then it won't end. We'll find a way to be together, you, me, Cass and Mom. Come and make love to me, Pete; I want to feel your beautiful cock inside me."

I shuffled down the bed and got between her legs. As she opened her legs, her pussy opened like a flower with the thin inner labia like its petals. The dark opening to her vagina was leaking her cream. I draped her legs over mine and placed my cockhead at her opening.

"Yes, put it in me," she murmured.

I pushed a little, feeling her tight opening resisting me. I pushed some more, and slowly her vagina dilated, and my cock oozed inside her. She was tight alright, but the combination of her creamy pussy juice and my precum served to lubricate her passage well.

She put her long slim legs over my shoulders and locked her ankles behind my neck. My cock was now buried deep inside her. I started thrusting, going deep, bumping her cervix causing her to grunt a little "uh" as I did. She had her hands on my forearms, which were supporting my weight, squeezing gently.

"Gaawd, your dick feels so good inside me. I love the way you stretch my pussy and fill me up. Fuck me, Pete, fuck me."

The room was full of the squelching sound of my cock sliding in and out of Adele's tight pussy and the slapping sound of my ball sack hitting her ass. She tightened her grip, on my arms and I felt her body shudder. Her pussy was spasming, clenching my cock as she climaxed.

"Yes, Pete, oh God yes, yes, yes," she cried, as her orgasm picked her up and carried her off to its heights. I was along for the ride. She shook and trembled for a good minute until her orgasm started to wane. She released her tight grip on my arms, and her hands fell to her side. Finally, she opened her eyes; I saw tears welling up.

"I've waited two long years to feel that," she said. She wiped her eyes with the balls of her hands.

"You don't have to pull out before you cum. I have an IUD inside, so you can't get me pregnant. That's something else I've missed–feeling Daddy spurt inside me."

I had been close the whole time I was fucking her, and now there was an urgency to get sweet relief. I started stroking in and out, faster now as I chased my orgasm. Adele was urging me on with her hands on my hips.

"That's it, Pete, fuck me; I want to feel your cum spurt inside my pussy."

That did it for me. My cock swelled, and I shot a huge wad of cum into her tight pussy. Then another and another and another. I had never spurted so much cum in all my life. But then I was done, spent. I lay there on top of her, panting hard.

"Wow, you really filled me up. If I don't get to the bathroom soon, we'll be sleeping in a mess."

I rolled to her side, and she cupped her pussy and got off the bed. A few minutes later I heard the toilet flush. She came out of the bathroom, pulled her panties on and got back into bed. She snuggled up to me, and we were soon asleep.



The nudist RV resort was an eye opener, to say the least. I had never seen so much flesh on display my whole life. There were, of course, some men and women who obviously should never take their clothes off in public–George included. His tiny pecker was barely visible under his big belly.

Marge, on the other hand, had an incredibly fine body for a woman in her fifties. Her tits sagged a little, but were full and large, with dollar-sized, dark brown areolas and large rubbery nipples. She kept her bush neatly trimmed and had quite large labia that hung down out of her slit.

Of course, I had already seen Cass and Adele naked, and the gaggle of preteen and teenage girls' bodies ensured my constant erection that Adele took great delight in looking at, then looking at me and giggling. Marge couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from it; George slept most of the time.

What surprised me the most was quite a few men walked around sporting erections and not bothering to cover up since I only saw a few modesty towels. The boys, of course, all had hard dicks, even the younger ones. The girls tended to walk in small groups, giggling as the saw the boys hard dicks. However it was the adult males that mainly drew their attention.

I sat on a beach towel on a folding chair watching the naked women and girls with my cock at full staff. Cass was playing with a boy her age who was the son of the couple next to us. George was napping as usual and so was Marge. Adele was reading a book. I saw a gorgeous woman walking toward us. She was petite but had a classic hourglass figure with full breasts that showed a small crease where they met her chest. Her hairless mons was full with the ridge of her clitoral cowl and inner labia visible in her tight slit.

Adele looked up from her book. "Mom," she called out.

She dropped her book, got up and ran to meet her mother. They hugged for a moment and then walked hand-in-hand to where I was sitting. I stood and offered my hand; my cock stood straight out, but she only briefly glanced at it before shaking my hand.

"And you must be Pete, who Adele has been telling me about," she said. "I'm Claire, Adele's mother."

"Nice to meet you, Claire," I said. We sat down. Adele sat on her mother's lap.

"So," she said, "Adele is quite taken with you, and I can see why. You are quite the handsome one." She looked at my erection when she made the last comment.

I think I might have blushed. "Thank you," I said. "Adele is one exceptional young woman."

What she said next both surprised the heck out of me and excited me beyond words.

"I want to thank you for taking care of Adele's needs. Since her Daddy died, she has been frustrated. There was only so much I could do for her. I am so glad she found you," she said.

"To say you surprised me is an immense understatement. There are not many women who would be okay with a man having sex with their young daughter."

She paused, then added, "I'm not your average mom and Adele is not your average fourteen-years-old. Can I ask if you've done anything with Cass?"

"Heavens no. She's only six years old."

"She may only be six, but Fred, my late husband, started giving her orgasms when she was only three."

"I have to say, Claire, that you are one amazing family."

"I may be a little forward by saying this, but would you like to be part of our family? Adele tells me that you plan on touring the country in your large motor home."

"I would love to have you join me, but don't you have to work?"

"Not really, Fred's insurance settlement was quite generous. I'm a CPA and I work from home; I mainly do people's tax returns, and it's quiet this time of the year."

So started a wonderful summer with Claire, Adele and Cass. We covered some four thousand miles before we returned to Claire's house so the girls could go back to school. The more time I spent with Claire the more I liked her. Adele was correct when she said I would like her mother as she is so much like her. She's a very caring person.

The first time Claire and I had sex was incredible. She was very responsive to my touch and it was if we had been having sex for a long time; we seemed to know what pleased each other without having to ask. As we neared the end of summer I was slowly falling in love with her, and the strange thing was, it was the same love I now felt for Adele. It took me a while to get used to the fact that Claire was perfectly okay with me making love with her daughters. The first time I brought little Cass to an orgasm with my tongue while her mother and Adele looked on, was a huge for me. The first time I made love with Claire and Adele at the same time was amazing. To have two women make love to me, let alone a mother and daughter was incredibly arousing.

As Cass got older, she developed the same love of sex as her sister. I took her virginity when she turned eleven. It happened almost by accident. Claire had taken Adele shopping for clothes, leaving me and Cass alone. Cass had been particularly loving the last few weeks and Claire had commented that she thought Cass was ready for me to take her virginity. Even though I had been having sex with Cass for going on three years, it had never progressed beyond oral sex. Cass was almost as good as Claire and Adele at fellating me.

I was reading the newspaper when Cass came over and took me by my hand and led me to her bedroom. "I'm ready" was all she said. She winced a little as I penetrated her but she did not bleed. Although she was tight, she managed to take all of my cock inside her. She told me afterwards, as we lay in each others' arms, that her orgasm was the best she'd ever had. Two hours later when Clair and Adele returned from shopping, Cass ran to them and told them that we had made love, Claire looked at me and smiled.

I had been thinking of asking Claire to marry me for a good six months. I asked Adele if she would be jealous if her mother and I got married. Adele, now nineteen and a junior in college, said she would love for me and Claire to get married and that she would love to be her mother's bridesmaid. When I finally popped the question, all three girls bawled. Six months later Claire and I got married.

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The Girl At The Party
MF, Mf 13, pedo, oral, no penetratio, heavy petting, con.
A man sees a young girl across a room filled with birthday-party goers. He strikes up a conversation and she meets him later upstairs.
Word Count: 3,565
Date Published: August 00 2018


I didn't really want to attend the party, but I was sort of obligated to since it was the sixteenth birthday of Doug's eldest daughter. Doug was my business partner and college roommates. We had started what had become a very successful company right out after graduation. Being twenty-two, and un-married I thought maybe I would get lucky and hook up with someone. I knew Doug had a couple of cousins who were our age; I'd seen one–a gorgeous redhead with a body to die for. I think her name was Rachel or Rene—I wasn't too sure.

Doug's sixteen-year-old daughter Allison was a stunning ash-blonde with emerald green eyes. She took after her mother who used to be Miss Michigan. There must have been twenty of Allison's school pals and girlfriends, and they were all bubbly and giggly.

The party was being held at Doug's house in Grosse Pointe. It was a sprawling mansion built in the nineteen-forties which Doug and his wife Matty had modernized five years ago. It was over ten thousand square feet and had staff quarters upstairs. The beautiful mansion stood on the shores of Lake Saint Clair. It was quite a stunning house, but not my style. I preferred a more modern home and had a townhouse not a mile from Doug's home.

I was wandering around checking out the available single females. Doug's two cousins were there but hung off the arms of some lawyer looking types. Then I noticed that a young girl had sort of been following me but at a distance. I stopped and sipped my drink while I checked her out. She was pretending to look away, but I could see her eyes dart in my general direction from time-to-time.

The young girl looked to be around eleven or twelve years old and was quite tall for her age at five-six. Her fairly long light-brown hair was in a ponytail and swished as she moved her head. At this distance, I couldn't see the color of her eyes, but they were definitely a shade of brown. She was quite beautiful I could see that for sure.

She was willowy, and I guessed she was maybe a year into puberty–could even be eighteen months. She had breasts—I could see that since she was wearing a bra; I could see the sky-blue material in the over-sized armholes of her sleeveless summer dress. The material didn't seem to be elasticized as training, or a sports bra would be, but more like soft cotton.

There was a glass of what looked like a fizzy soda in her hand—Sprite or Sierra Twist, and she was drinking it through a straw. We were on the enormous terrace that overlooked Lake Saint Clair along with probably fifty other people. There were guests all over the ground floor with a majority in the gigantic chef's kitchen as most party guests seem to gravitate to.

I began to move to my left to try and outflank her. She was busy sipping her soda that she didn't see me move away. As soon as she lost sight of me, she started searching the room, but she was looking in the wrong direction. A few moments later I was behind her.

She jumped as I spoke. "Are you spying on me?" I asked.

She turned and looked at me "N-n-n-no," she stuttered.

I was correct about her eye color. They were a beautiful hazel color that complemented her ash-brown hair. Her lashes were long and curved; her eyebrows were the same color as her hair and were thin and curved. Up close she was quite gorgeous with perfect, flawless peaches and cream complexion. It seemed as if she has escaped the bane of acne that a lot of teenagers suffered with. Her nose was small, straight with a slight upturn and flare at its tip. Her lips were full and very kissable.

"Sorry if I startled you," I said, "but I've seen you looking at me the last twenty minutes."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare."

"What's your name, young lady?"

"It's, Claire sir," she replied. I detected a nervousness in her voice.

I held out my hand and introduced myself, "My name's Jerry. Is that spelled like the lake or with an e at the end?"

She shook my hand. I felt a little dampness in her palm.

"Sorry," she replied.

"I asked if you spelled your name like Lake Saint Clair without an e at the end or do you spell Claire with an e at the end?"

"Oh, I see," she replied. "It's spelled with an e."

"Well, it's nice to make your acquaintance, Claire with an e at the end."

She giggled as only young girls can.

"And how old are you, Claire?"

"I just turned thirteen Sir."

"Claire, I'm not your teacher so please don't call me sir. Jerry will do just fine."

"Okay, Jerry."

"Are you a friend of Allison, the birthday girl?"

"Oh no, she's much older than me. I'm George Shaw's daughter."

George Shaw was our Sales Director, and he was very good at his job. His team of four salesmen had pulled in over five million dollars worth of orders the last year alone, and they were on track this year to exceed that.

"I know your father, he's our Sales Director." We didn't speak for a few moments. It seemed as if Claire was a little tongue-tied. I'm sure she didn't anticipate me coming over and talking to her.

"Can I ask why you were looking at me, Claire?"

"I don't know. I guess I liked how you looked, and you didn't seem to be with anyone. I'm not very good around boys," she said with a hint of a smile in her eyes, but she was biting her lower lip—a strange dichotomy I thought.

"I think you're doing okay talking to me."

She flashed me a smile and said, "I guess I am aren't I?"

I looked at her face for a good fifteen seconds. Examining all of her features. I was wrong when I thought earlier that she was beautiful—she was stunningly beautiful.

"You are stunningly beautiful, Claire," I said at length.

She blinked. "You think I am?" she replied. I sensed that the response was a genuine one.

"I don't think you are, I know you are. In my opinion, you're the most beautiful young woman at this party."

She looked down demurely and blushed a little. "Thank you," she said. It was more of a whisper.

I looked at her lips again, and I just had to kiss them, so I asked, "I'd love to kiss you, Claire."

"You would? But I'm only a girl, why would a man want to kiss a girl?"

"Because you have the most kissable lips I have ever seen, and I would rue this day for the rest of my life if I let this moment pass by without kissing you."

She blushed a little more and said, "Here, right now?"

"No," I replied, "somewhere private. You okay with that?"

She looked around. "I guess."

"Meet me upstairs in five minutes," I said and left, not sure if she would come.

I walked down the long hallway with guest bedroom doors either side. I opened one and peered inside. Claire's father, George Shaw, our Sales Director, was banging a woman who I knew wasn't his wife. They were so wrapped up fucking that they didn't notice me. The woman was on all fours, and George was behind her, his hands on her hips pounding her pussy. I could see his generous cock plunging in and out of the woman's vagina causing her pendulous breasts to sway back and forth; her large nipples pointed down at the mattress. She was moaning and urging George to do it harder. The whole room was full of flesh slapping against flesh and slurping sounds. I left them to it and quietly closed the door.

I turned around and was startled by Claire who was standing behind me. Fortunately, she didn't see her father fucking someone other than her mother. I took her hand and walked to the end of the hallway. I opened the door onto another corridor that I knew were the staff quarters. More likely to not be disturbed here since the staff was busy with the party. In the unlikely event that someone walked in on us, they would not want to jeopardize their position by ratting on a guest. I opened the first door on the left and peered inside. It was a bedroom, and it was empty.

Claire followed me inside, and I closed and locked the door. She looked at me and was still biting her bottom lip.

"You nervous?" I asked.

She just nodded.

"There's no reason to be nervous, I'm going to treat you with respect."

I lifted her small slightly-pointed chin and brushed my lips against hers. I felt her whole body shudder, as did mine. I kissed her soft lips again this time a little firmer, a little more urgent. She opened her mouth, and her tongue played along my lips. I opened my mouth, both our heads tilted and we were suddenly deep in a passionate French kiss.

Our kiss went on for a full minute with my arms around her body. She was on tiptoe with her hands behind my head pulling my mouth into hers. I could feel her breasts pushing into my chest, and my hard cock pressing against her stomach.

At last, we both broke away, panting hard. My voice was a little unsteady with emotion as I said, "My God, Claire, where on earth did you learn to kiss like that?"

"I didn't," she replied. "I've never French kissed a boy before."

I sat on the bed, and Claire sat down beside me. We half-turned and began kissing again. My left hand was on the middle of her back, and my right was resting on her thigh. She had her left hand on the back of my neck, and her other hand rested on top of mine.

Midway through the kiss, I moved my right hand up across her hip and cupped her left breast in my hand through two layers of clothing. She shuddered again as I gently squeezed her breast, firm, full.

"You okay with me doing this?" I asked.

"Hmmm," was her reply.

"Would you take your dress off for me, Claire?"

She broke our kiss, and with slight nervous hesitation she unbuttoned the front down to the dress's waist. She lifted up off the mattress allowing herself to pull the dress up and over her head. She crossed her hands in front, covering the cups of her plain, sky-blue, unlined cotton bra.

I moved her hands from in front of her chest. "No need to hide your beautiful body Claire," I said.

She dropped her arms, and I put my left hand behind her and fumbled with her bra clasp. She giggled nervously at my ineptitude; she moved my hand away and did the task herself.

"No man has ever seen my boobs," she said.

I looked at her perfect breasts, and said, "They're perfect Claire, simply perfect."

And they were. They were the size of half-oranges—B-cups if I had to guess. I glanced at her bra lying on the bed behind her. The label confirmed my guess—32B. We started kissing passionately again but with more intensity. It seemed as if Claire had overcome her embarrassment at showing me her naked breasts. We French kissed for a good five minutes.

Claire was moving her mouth around mine, and her tongue was playing its game of hide and seek. It would dart into my mouth and find my tongue, then pull back into her mouth, daring me to follow. My right hand was now on her breast, massaging it, feeling it swell, feeling her nipple harden into a bead in my palm.

I let my hand drop to her right thigh, my fingers pushed in between her thighs. She kept her legs closed for a few moments, then opened her legs for me. My forefinger touched the elasticated leg band of her matching sky-blue, bikini-cut, cotton panties. I rotated my hand around her slim right thigh and moved higher.

The gusset of her panties was wet, and I could feel the heat of her sex radiating out. I slipped my fingers inside the waistband and wormed my way down across her flat stomach. The fine hairs of her pubes tickled my fingers as I passed over her prominent mons. Claire gasped into my mouth as I felt the fleshy ridge of her clitoral cowl. Lower yet, between her thighs, I traced her thin inner labia, between very plump outer labia all the way down to the entrance to her vagina.

The heat that was radiating from her pussy warmed my hand as I cupped her plump vulva, and slipped my middle finger inside her slit. I found the very wet opening to her vagina. Claire broke our kiss and gasped as I entered her up to the second knuckle of my finger.

Claire looked at me. There was no longer any nervousness in her face. There was no longer any shyness. All I could see was absolute passion and raw sensuality. She lifted up off the mattress, hooked her thumbs in the waist of her panties, tugged them down and took them off. She lay on her back with her legs dangling over the edge of the bed.

I knelt on the floor and pulled her legs toward me and draped them over my shoulder. Her gorgeous plump pussy was no more than a few inches in front of my face. I inhaled the aroma of her sex. It was a heady smell, musky, sweet, laced with a hint of urine and sweat—an aphrodisiac smell.

Did I want this girl, this gorgeous young goddess? Damn right I did. My cock was straining inside the physical confines of my dress slacks; precum was coating the inside of my boxers. But a one-night stand with a twelve-year-old more than likely a virgin was all wrong. Did I want to give her pleasure—damn right I did? But intercourse was out of the question. I would just have to find the nearest bathroom afterward and take myself in hand.

I leaned in close, her aroma was intoxicating. I had never had sex with such a young girl before, and that of itself was tremendously exciting. Her small pearl of a clit was soon coaxed out of its protective cowl, and as I worked on it, it grew larger. Claire's clitoris was quite large. I'd seen larger in grown women, but Claire was only thirteen years old.

First one, then two of my fingers entered her vagina. She was tight, but I was reasonably sure I could penetrate her with minimal discomfort. But that wasn't going to happen—not tonight. But it was going to happen that was for sure, so I concentrated on building up her orgasm. It didn't take long as our almost forty-five-minute kissing session had strung her out like a taut piano wire.

As I worked her clit with my tongue and lips, and finger fucked her, she began moaning loudly. I hoped the adjoining bedroom was unoccupied since the walls were thin, and unlike the dividing walls in the main part of the upstairs that had probably been filled with sound deadening insulation during the renovation, the staff quarters had never been touched.

Claire was jerking her butt as if she was trying to push her pussy onto my fingers, but it was just a subconscious reaction to her orgasm that was closing in. Then it hit her. Her back arched and her legs snapped shut on my ears and my hand. She held her breath for about ten seconds, then let it out with a loud swoosh.

"Oh gawd," she cried. "Oh my gawd, oh my gawd,"

Claire started thrashing around on the bed; her hands had grabbed balls of bed linen, and her head moved from side to side. She kept this up for around forty-five seconds, then she started to calm down. She released my head, and her fists opened. Then she got up on her elbows and looked at me.

"Gawd, Jerry," she said. "That was the very best cum I've ever had. I never knew a tongue could give so much pleasure."

I smiled and said, "It was my pleasure. You've got a gorgeous pussy, Claire."

She looked at me for a few moments, seemingly deep in thought. Then she said, "We going to do it . . . you know fuck?"

"If we were, it wouldn't be fucking, it would be making love. I assume you're a virgin."

She just nodded.

"Giving a man your virginity is not to be done lightly. It's a special gift, and I want you to wait until you meet someone and fall deeply in love before you take that step."

Claire looked at me. She had a sort of puzzled look on her face as if to say 'but wasn't it the reason you asked me to come with you.' Then she saw the truth of what I had just told her, and she nodded. She got dressed, straightened herself up, brushed her hair, put on a little lipstick and went back downstairs. I rejoined the party a few minutes later after a detour to the nearest bathroom, but not before putting my ear to the guest bedroom where I had seen Claire's father fucking a woman who was not his wife. All was quiet.

Back downstairs, I saw him chatting with his wife and another man as if nothing had happened. I saw Claire with a glass of soda in her hand sipping at the straw. She looked at me and smiled. A few minutes later, she came over to where I was standing sipping a martini.

She handed me a scrap of paper, and said, "Stay in touch."


And stay in touch we did. We texted back and forth every few days or spoke for sometimes an hour or more every weekend. Thank goodness for unlimited calling plans. We had lunch from time to time, and we met face-to-face at her house whenever her parents invited Doug and his wife and me over for cocktails and dinner.

Claire and I had worked out a secret series of gestures for times like that so we could steal away un-noticed for a few moments to kiss and hug. Just before Claire turned fourteen, we were having lunch one Saturday. She was sitting across the table from me. She put her hand on mine and told me she was in love with me. I was ecstatic beyond words as I had fallen in love with her six months after that first encounter. I didn't want to tell he since it would put pressure on her to maybe say she was in love with me as well.

I attended her birthday party. I had gotten her a gift, a pink leather bracelet from Pandora. There were a couple of innocuous charms on it. Afterward, when we were alone for a brief moment, I gave her another charm. It was two entwined hearts.

She hugged and kissed me and said, "I'm ready. I want to give you my virginity."

We made plans for me to pick her up the next Saturday ostensively so I could drive her to the mall to shop. This wasn't unusual since I had sort of inserted myself into their family. And George was happy to have his boss taking so much interest. I drove Claire and me back to my townhouse.

"You sure about this?" I asked after I closed the front door.

"Yes I'm sure," Claire replied. "I love you very much, Jerry and it seems so right."


When Claire's turned sixteen, her father bought her a car. Her newfound freedom with a car of her own allowed us to meet frequently. She went off to a college a few towns away. I would drive over on the weekends, and we would spend the night either in her dorm room if her roommate had gone home or at a local hotel.

When Claire graduated from university, we got engaged much to the surprise of her parents, not so her older sister since she had known from Claire's fourteenth birthday party that we were a couple. She had seen the charm I had given her and put two and two together. Claire's father wasn't too thrilled with the almost ten year age difference, but her mother was over the moon.

I sold my townhouse, and Claire and I purchased an older home—still in Grosse Pointe and spent the whole summer renovating it. The wedding was a big affair, and afterward, we honeymooned in Italy. We stayed in Rome and of course Venice, but our favorite place was Florence and the whole of Tuscany.

Claire gave me two wonderful children, a girl we called Marie Claire and a boy we named James Michael.

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