Story codes: Mg10, cons
Summary: My not-quite-eleven-year-old neighbour takes her comfort with me to a whole new level.
The following work of fiction is written by Admiral Cartwright (a pseudonym) and presented for entertainment purposes only. Copyright © effective 1999. Distribution of this material or of any predecessor(s) for profit and/or with this information abridged shall constitute a violation of intellectual property law and may result in some serious shit. Unless, of course, you ask the author first.
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I may never figure it out.
Preteen girls always seem to have had an erotic fascination with me. But why? It makes no sense that such a young girl would understand the way I approach lovemaking, as opposed to fucking. How could they?
Is this attitude somehow recognizable to a child? Or is it a simple matter of responding to someone who treats them with kindness and respect?
Years ago, at least two young girls openly tried to seduce me: one, a nine-year-old who loved to hang all over me, sometimes with her legs around my neck, once quite intentionally moved her shorts aside and shoved her admittedly beautiful little pussy directly into my face—as her mother stood nearby!
A couple of years before, another nine-year-old who lived in the main house where I rented the back apartment was visiting early one morning when my girlfriend began jacking me off under the bedcovers. No sooner did I whisper, “You know, she can see what you’re doing,” than Joanne asked my girlfriend, point-blank, “Is he hard?”
“Can I hold it?”
She did, for a few seconds—and that was as far as anything went.
I later learned that her 15-year-old cousin had been letting Joanne watch her fuck several boyfriends—not that the boyfriends knew it—and she wanted to know what it felt like to hold a hard cock. Three years later, Joanne was much more brazen, almost begging me to fuck her—at age 12!—when we met up again by an accident of fate.
It was then that Joanne admitted something I’d already suspected: she and my girlfriend had set everything up that morning.
In my mid-20s, I had no interest in girls her age—yet, I found myself wondering how far I might’d’ve let her go on.
Looking back, though, I should have recognized the predilection: I love to eat pussy that’s as hairless as possible; I did have a 12-year-old lover at age 17; at 21, my girlfriend was 15; my girlfriend when we knew Joanne was 15 when I was 23.
I’m in my 40s now, and still in pretty good shape; save for a little grey around the temples, you’d never guess my age. My wife and I have a six-year-old daughter, which is a miracle considering how often her mother and I do anything.
That brings me to Jennifer.
Jennifer and her mother were our next-door neighbours that summer. Jen stood about 4’10” and weighed some 85 pounds. She was and is the most well proportioned girl for her age I’ve ever seen: still an October shy of her 11th birthday, Jen already had begun to develop breasts, each protruding more than an inch from where they’d stood only a few months before.
It was easy to watch her develop, too: Jennifer had a habit of wearing loose-fitting tops or thin t-shirts and was always forgetting her bra; all of which, of course, left nothing to the imagination. Needless to say, that was about the same time that I noticed I was interested in watching.
Jen constantly was at our house playing with my daughter or borrowing the phone to call a seemingly endless parade of friends and extended family. Her mother had no phone, and Jen, with ours attached to her ear, played the part of teenager to perfection.
We occasionally let her babysit—albeit briefly—our then-five-year-old, since Jen had demonstrated more maturity than her own 26-year-old sister each time the older girl would drop her baby son off with their mother, only to disappear for hours, or even days; and Jennifer would find herself having to bottle feed, change and otherwise ‘mother’ her little nephew. She got to be quite good at it.
Jen’s mom, meantime, always seemed to have a bevy of young male studs over to the house; the late 40s woman going through one of the worst mid-life crises I’d ever seen. While she lived there, Jen’s big sister—even during her pregnancy—also had a steady stream of boyfriends over to the house, often overnight.
Sooner or later, Jennifer—whose own father showed up only occasionally—was bound to have her own sexual curiosity piqued.
My first evidence of that came one weekend afternoon while she visited us: one of our cats had perched herself comfortably between Jen’s open legs, with her chin and a soft paw nuzzling against our neighbour’s young crotch. Jennifer seemed to go out of her way to point this out to me. I decided to take a chance, saying, “Well, that brings a whole new meaning to the phrase, ‘happiness is a warm pussy’.”
Jen laughed. Laughed hard. Woke the cat up. I was off the hook for that one, anyway.
Just a few days later, our other cat was spread across my lap. As I was wearing only loose, boxer-style long shorts, Jen apparently decided to check me out, petting the cat in such a way—the only way possible—that she quite obviously was ‘petting’ me.
I glanced at her with slight smirk and a raised eyebrow; she grinned and went back to playing with our Nintendo.
Her intentions were pretty clear to me, anyway, and it didn’t take long to decide how I would take the next step.
The following weekend, Jen was over to play again; this time, I made sure I took every opportunity to sit in such a way that she could see easily up my shorts.
She, in turn, took every opportunity to peek—sometimes staring to distraction.
I had a good cum jacking off that night (about my only ‘action’ at that point) while imagining what Jennifer might do if she could do more than just look.
By this time, her mother was babysitting our daughter regularly while mom and I were at work; that’s where our trust with Jennifer came in. Often, when I would drop my little girl off, Jen’s mom was still asleep; while Jennifer would lie on the couch where she often slept, preferring it to her own bed. Completely comfortable with me by now, Jen no longer made any attempt to cover up when I arrived; content to lie on the couch, usually wearing no more than a thin t-shirt and her knickers. Sometimes her blanket was over her, sometimes not.
One such morning, Jen’s own kitten was lying in the crook made by Jennifer’s arm against her side. I decided it was time to take another chance. Pretending to ‘play’ with the kitten, I discreetly—but quite intentionally—let my palm and little finger caress Jen’s budding young breast. After a few minutes, she hadn’t responded in any way; but, then again, she didn’t dissuade me in any way, either.
I couldn’t help but be disappointed, though: maybe I was wrong, after all, and Jen wasn’t interested in anything more than our little games.
The next day, their door was locked when I arrived with my daughter to drop her off for the morning. Jennifer had to get up from the couch, and answered the door in her usual attire: a thin, not-quite-over-the-midriff t-shirt and thin cotton knickers. As she turned to walk back to the couch, I got a really good look at her ample butt for the first time. Not at all fat, but certainly well proportioned to her beautiful full legs. Her young waist and belly, with no more than the barest hint of ‘baby fat’, already was beginning to taper off above her hips. I felt my cock twinge at the sight. Amazing, I thought. She is so beautiful, and she’s not even eleven!
She surprised me then: scooping up her kitten on her way back to the couch, she purred, “maybe he’ll pet you again like he did yesterday.”
Immediately, I sat on the couch next to her, not needing an engraved invitation. My cock already was half-erect and visible inside my dress slacks—I wear no underwear—but I was more than a bit scared.
What if I’m wrong? What if she’s leading me on for another reason? What if her mother—asleep, as far as I knew—was really around the corner, waiting to catch me in the act?
I sat in such a way as to hide my throbbing member and thought, okay, if I’m careful and I do this right, I still can claim innocence if I have to.
Go on, do it, I pressed myself.
I reached over and pretended again to pet the kitten, again caressing Jennifer’s young nipple with whatever part of my hand wasn’t touching the cat. This time, Jen responded: moving her arm down toward the couch, she simultaneously arched her back, making it easier for me to touch her growing breast.
After a couple of minutes, I barely remembered the damned cat, tending more obviously to Jen. She seemed to be enjoying herself; her eyes now closed, a slight smile crossing her face, breathing more rapidly.
Of course, that’s when my daughter noticed she wasn’t the center of attention, and jumped right into my lap; very nearly getting a handful of my now-fully-erect penis, and effectively ending what seemed suddenly to be a morning ritual.
That night, I asked my wife for a blow job. She dutifully complied, with no more passion than when she washes the dishes. Nevertheless, I was so excited from that morning that I hit the wall behind me when I came, shooting harder and longer than I had in a long time.
Two weeks passed. Jen’s mom always seemed to be up and around every morning now, and Jennifer herself never showed any more interest in our games when she came over to our house.
Oh, well. Perhaps she got what she wanted.
That attitude changed when I came home for lunch one afternoon.
Watching television, I called, “Who is it?” to the doorbell and, to her response, invited Jennifer in. Her baby nephew was in her arms, and she’d come over to see me apparently just to break the monotony at her house.
No sooner did she get in the door than she’d plopped onto the couch right next to me, sat the baby on her belly and immediately proceeded to spread her legs as wide apart as they would go; her young crotch pointed right at me, her cutoff shorts not quite hiding the edges of the pink knickers underneath.
Do you have any idea what the fuck you’re doing, I thought as my prick twitched yet again. If only you knew ...
Catching her glance, I intentionally looked down to her crotch, then back into her beautiful green eyes. No response. I did it again. Still, no response. I tried a third time. A slight grin.
Jeez, gimme a sign. If I’m wrong and you’re just a little tease ... I’m not going to prison for anyone, I mused.
So it was up to me ... but I was going to be very careful.
Pretending to ignore Jennifer and, instead, give my attention to her nephew, I leaned over and began to play tickle games and other tried-and-true keep-the-baby-happy tricks. Not so innocently, though, my arm began to brush ever-so-gently across Jen’s crotch. I can explain this if I have to, I reasoned.
Impossibly, I swear, her legs spread even wider.
I can thank the little boy for what happened next: kicking happily at the attention he was getting, his little heel landed squarely on Jen’s pussy at almost the exact moment my arm had moved out of the way. Moaning in obvious pain (don’t ever let anyone tell you that doesn’t hurt girls, too), she began to rub her crotch. Instinctively—seriously, I can’t think of any other reason—I said, “let me see.” Moving her hand, obviously, uncovered no more than I’d seen up to that point. I asked where he’d hit her and, without hesitation, she pointed right to the spot. I gently began rubbing, hoping to all hell she wouldn’t go ballistic on me. Amazingly, she didn’t, slowly reopening her legs as my gentle massage seemed to be helping.
With no complaints, I got even bolder. “How’s that?” I asked.
“Okay,” she responded.
My cock was getting hard now, even as I was trying to squelch the urge to shake in fear. This is it ... there’s no explaining this innocently, I thought.
Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be enjoying my touch. I continued my ministrations until she opened her eyes. “Thank you,” she said simply.
Her tone seemed to say, I’m better now, so I stopped. I was so turned on by this point, I didn’t want to stop, but I forced myself. Still, I took on a sly grin and asked, “Shall I kiss it and make it all better?”
Jennifer giggled. “Sure.”
I leaned over and planted a gentle kiss right where her little clit should be. She smiled. She then gathered up her little nephew and left.
That night, my cock—almost seven inches long and more than two of my fingers wide—seemed bigger and harder than ever before as I masturbated quietly in bed, my wife snoring next to me.
I didn’t see Jen all the next day, and I was nervous. Did she tell anyone? God, how the hell would I explain yesterday if asked?
As it turned out, I needn’t have worried.
The following morning, still nervous, I took my daughter next door so I could head off to work. The door was open, and I said “knock, knock”.
From the living room, Jennifer said, “come in”.
Jen was completely covered from the neck down by her blanket as we walked in. That’s interesting, I thought. My little girl plopped herself as usual in front of the television. I was running a little late that day, and Scooby Doo—her favourite—already was on.
“Is your mom still in bed?” I asked Jennifer.
“Uh huh,” came the response.
“Okay, I’ll pick my daughter up around lunchtime, as usual.”
Just as I turned to give my little girl a kiss goodbye, Jennifer said, “Can you guess where my kitty is?”
Involuntarily, I raised an eyebrow. Are you taking the initiative, finally? I thought. And, hey! I’m not in trouble yet!
Yeah, I’ll find your pussy, I joked to myself.
I sat on the couch beside her, as I often did. “I’ll bet she’s nice and warm, huh?”
“Yep,” she said, a mischievous grin on her face.
“I suppose I’ll just have to find her.”
My hand slid under the blanket and found its way to the usual spot where I would find Little Beauty nuzzled up to Jennifer’s armpit. To my complete surprise, I felt only warm skin underneath my hand.
Jen had no shirt on! Almost instantly, my cock sprang up to a full erection—as far as my pants would allow, anyway.
I felt around, gently running my hand across the left side of her chest. No kitten!
“Nope, try again,” Jennifer said, smiling.
My heart pounding now, I took my first opportunity to caress her other nipple, moving my fingertips in gentle circles. “Not there,” she offered.
My hand at first massaged her shoulders; still no kitty. Down Jen’s belly now, her skin getting hot. No, don’t go there yet, I said to myself. Instead, I slid around either side of her tummy toward the couch, half caressing Jen’s ribs and half in an honest search for the cat. To her hips now, I got the surprise of my life: she was wearing no knickers, either!
I could feel my eyes grow wide even as I smiled. She looked back up at me with that wry little grin of hers, and her right hand—which had been behind her head—now came to rest atop my right leg, barely an inch from the head of my raging cock. Her knees, until now straight up in the air and together, parted as far as they could on the couch.
Maybe I should get in a little teasing this time, I thought. Still pretending to search for her kitten, my hand ran down the length of one leg, back up to her hips, crossing just below her navel, and sliding over the entire length of the other leg.
“Well, shit, there’s got to be a pussy in here someplace,” I kidded. Jen somehow stifled a laugh. She couldn’t stifle a gasp when my hand finally arrived home a second later.
“Ah, there it is!” I said, grinning. There was that giggle of hers again ... damn, enough to melt steel, you know?
I ran a finger up and down the length of her slit, gently probing between the baby-soft skin of her vulva. No hair yet; that wasn’t a surprise, but it was pure pleasure to my hand. It was so soft! Parting the skin with two fingers, my middle finger found her pussy lips, already quite wet.
Her waterworks certainly were fully functional but, as it turned out, not quite lubricating enough to allow me to rub her clit without causing too much friction. I brought my hand to my mouth and let a generous amount of spit coat my finger. Returning to her soft pussy, I began rubbing her little button with quick flicks of my fingertip. She responded first by letting out a low moan; and second, by taking my rigid cock hard into her right hand!
(That would hurt: she gripped me as tightly as she could while her hips bucked under my hand in orgasm! It was all I could do to grit my teeth and bear the pain while she got off on my hand.)
Her spasms subsided, and I told her I wished we could do more, but I had to go to work. I leaned over and kissed her full on the lips, softly at first, then with more passion. Her tongue, in fact, was the first to seek out mine; we kissed like she’d done this dozens of times before. I wonder ...
“Don’t you have a couple more minutes? Please?” she begged.
I sighed. “I’m already late,” I answered. I glanced over to my daughter again, as I had done several times in the last couple of minutes; luckily, when Scooby Doo is on, little else will get her attention.
“My mom isn’t here,” Jennifer continued. My head snapped back to look at her. “She went to the store, she won’t be back for a few minutes.
I thought about this for a moment. I had closed the door behind me when we first arrived, and I surely would hear Jen’s mother before she got inside ... but I couldn’t do anything that would have me hopping around to put my clothes back on, especially with my little girl nearby.
I made up my mind. “All right. This is all we have time for right now,” I said firmly, as I slid off the couch, pulled the blanket over my head and leaned in to kiss her pussy. Her taste from my finger-frigging was all over her vulva; it was so sweet! She gasped in delight.
I began by gently licking up one outer lip and down the other, stopping at her little hole and poking my tongue up inside as far as it would go. Long, slow, deliberate licks followed; up to her clit, where I began flicking my tongue up and down very quickly.
Her hands had found their way to the back of my head, and she pushed me hard into her crotch. I felt her legs twitch, then her pelvis jerk, the spasms taking over her lithe little 10-year-old body to the point where she lost all control.
Amazingly, she still had the sense (practice, maybe? I’d have to find out later) to take a chunk of blanket into her mouth and bite down hard, just as she began screaming in orgasm. Literally, screaming! Her cum seemed to last forever, probably because I couldn’t breathe! As her twitches finally died down and I gasped for air, I heard my daughter standing over us: “Jenni, are you okay?”
Quickly, I pulled my head out from under the blanket. To my relief, I saw the kitten down by Jennifer’s left foot. Thinking fast, I grabbed Little Beauty and said, “She’s okay, the kitty was just getting too playful and was biting and scratching Jenni’s legs.”
“Oh,” she said, gave Jen a hug, and back to Scooby Doo she started.
I gave my girl a quick hug and a kiss, and gave Jennifer a somewhat sexier kiss. “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,” I whispered.
Still trying to catch her breath, Jen barely could say, “Uh huh.”
Just then, mom was walking up the porch, talking loudly with someone; nice timing, huh? Jennifer scrambled to put on the clothes she’d left next to her under the blanket.
As I started to walk out to head for work, I helpfully reminded my daughter that if she wanted to invite Jennifer for a sleepover, it would have to wait until the weekend. “Okay,” responded two little voices.
“Sure,” mom said, walking in the door ... after all, she likely had plans of her own.
Good thing she had no idea my plans involved her daughter.
No other opportunities arose to ‘play’ that week, although my memory of that morning kept me ‘arising’, often at inopportune moments. Shit, stop thinking about it, willya? Yes, Jennifer has the sweetest young hairless pussy you’ve ever tasted, but leave it rest at home, okay?
Friday afternoon didn’t come soon enough. Collecting my daughter from next door, she reminded ‘Jenni’ about sleeping the night. Jen looked at me. “If it’s okay with your mom, it’s okay with us,” I said. (My wife didn’t mind; it certainly wouldn’t be the first time.)
“It’s okay, she said so already.”
That night, Jen took a bubble bath with my daughter while I cooked dinner. We don’t hide from each other at my house and, when I went in to use the toilet, I reminded Jennifer—as my wife was within earshot—that I had to pee, and she should close the curtain if she didn’t want to see. She didn’t ... close the curtain, that is. Both later dried off and dressed with the door open, and I tried to make as many passes as I could by the door without arousing any suspicions.
(This was, after all, the first time my eyes could feast on Jen completely nude. I was going to appreciate her youthful beauty.)
The girls then dressed in their knickers and nightgowns. As usual, Jennifer had conveniently forgotten a bra.
Our meal followed. My wife, a nurse, worked some odd hours and many weekends; she’d worked that day and would leave just after 6:00 in the morning the next day as well. As a result, she often fell asleep at the dinner table. She did again.
At the same time, Jennifer was complaining that her neck hurt (uh huh, sure!). Jen sat next to me along the long end of the table, the other side of which was up against the dining-room wall (usually, there were only the three of us eating), my daughter and wife on the ends. I began massaging the back of Jennifer’s neck as my little girl finished the last few bites of her food (Jen and I were done already). As I rubbed gently, but firmly, at her hairline, Jen’s hand found mine: below my belly, that is. Outside my shorts, she began rubbing my quickly hardening cock, trying not to be so obvious that my daughter could see.
Jennifer wanted to see, though; and soon had pulled the leg of my shorts up until my dick poked out. No surprise registered on her young face; she’s seen a hard cock before, I surmised. She took my member full into her hand and began stroking the entire length of the shaft with a gentle, sliding grip.
My eyes widened. Now I knew it for sure. I would not be her first.
Meantime, her stroking felt so good, I was getting very close to coming. Saved by the bell, so to speak, my wife stirred from her snoring slumber and reached for her dinner fork; usually, if anyone asked, she wasn’t sleeping, rather “reading the newspaper.”
Jennifer jerked her hand away from my screaming hard-on; I had to fight the urge to do the same with my hand from the back of her neck. That was, after all, completely innocent, to all appearances. To force the illusion, I said, “Is that better?”
Jen answered, “Uh huh.”
My other half never even noticed.
Our daughter was finished by now, and both girls were sent from the table to wash up for bed. Hugs and kisses from Daddy followed (completely innocent: Jen got a peck on the cheek), and they were off to my daughter’s room to await a bedtime story from Mommy.
(Our girl just had to have her bedtime story and, truth be told, Jennifer loved it, too. She’d never admit it, though. And, it didn’t bother me, either. With any luck, Jen would go right to sleep and be up—and helping me get that way—before my daughter awoke the next morning. Trying to invent a reason why Jennifer was with Daddy in his bedroom with the doors closed might be plausible with my little girl. Should she mention it, innocently or otherwise, to Mommy, well ...)
Just before disappearing for several minutes to tell the girls their story, my wife asked me, “Are you coming to bed?”
“Not yet,” I replied, “I’m going to watch some TV first.”
That was standard procedure around here, anyway. Differing work schedules and a flat sex life led us to bed at different times.
Apparently, though, Jennifer took it as an invitation. When the story was done, my wife used the toilet for her final time that night and closed our bedroom door to retire. Not five minutes later, Jen came out of the other bedroom, pretended to use the lavatory, and promptly sat down next to me in the living room. “Can I watch with you?” she said.
I was tempted to correct her grammar, but I held my tongue; instead, I said it was okay. She slid her cute little ass away from me and rested her head in my lap.
Not now, I thought. Nevertheless, my hand went to her side and caressed her gently. I could feel my cock starting to harden. That’s when she pulled my shorts up and took my half-erect member full into her mouth!
“Whoa, whoa, wait up, here,” I said, pulling away from her. “Now is not the time, beautiful,” I quickly added, making sure she knew this wasn’t a rejection. (But, damn, that felt good!)
“Why not?” she responded. “Everybody’s asleep.”
“See my bedroom door?” I asked.
“That’s the problem, right there. If “mommy” comes out that door for whatever reason, guess what’s the first thing she’s gonna see? I really don’t think she’d appreciate what we’re doing.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” came the reply, obviously disappointed.
“I have a much better idea,” I offered. Jen brightened. “She has to go to work very early,” I finished. “When you hear her leave”—the front door was rather loud—“get up quietly and come into my bedroom.
“We can do anything you want to do then,” I added, putting extra emphasis on getting what she wants.
Her unusually emotional responses were troubling me now; this normally was a very stoic, almost-indifferent-to-everything girl. I may regret what I’m about to ask, I mused.
“Um, Jennifer,” I started. “You know me. You know I never would do anything to hurt you, right?”
“I know. I’m not afraid.”
“But I am, Jen. Of two things. You know what we’re doing is quite illegal ...”
“I’m not going to tell anyone,” she answered honestly.
Somehow, I expected her to say that. “I know that, I trust you completely,” I soothed. “But now, you need to trust me. Okay?”
I almost had to force the question out. “Are—are you falling in love with me?”
“No-ho,” she half-laughed. “As if.”
I broke a wry smile. I could be offended, if I wanted to, I thought. Out loud, I said, “Good, ’cause we can’t do that—neither of us can,” I quickly added.
“No one else would understand.”
She was sitting up now, looking quizzically into my eyes. “Why did you think that?” she asked, genuinely surprised.
“You just seem to want to enjoy yourself a little too much, is all,” I said.
“Don’t you want to enjoy yourself, too?” came her response.
“Oh, yes, Jen, I do, very much. But I know I’m aware that we can’t get too attached to each other, and I just need to be sure you’re aware.”
“I’m more mature than that,” she assured me, taking on a very adult-like air. I smirked, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s not my first time, you know.”
“I know,” I admitted for the first time aloud. “You’re so good, I almost came all over the floor at the dinner table,” I said, grinning. Jennifer giggled, not the least bit offended by the reference.
“I know,” she said.
“Really?” I challenged. “And just how do you know this?”
“I just know.”
Yeah, you’re going to ‘know’ something, alright ... me.
Taking her chin gently into my hand, I kissed Jennifer passionately, our tongues exploring each other’s, my hands caressing her cheeks.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” I whispered as we broke off.
“Uh huh,” she said, giving me a hug and running off to bed.
I wanted to jack off something awful, but I resisted.
The next morning, I awoke to the faint presence of someone cuddled up to me, head on my shoulder, hand on my belly, leg over mine. Jennifer and my wife had similar hair, Jen’s longer and a few shades lighter. For that matter, so did my daughter, but she was far too small to have been this person next to me.
I glanced at the clock. 6:42. For a moment, in my half-asleep haze, my hopes sank: Shit, that figures! My wife’s called in sick and she’s taking the day off. It occurred to me then that she and Jennifer were not that different in stature: Jen was maybe four inches shorter and no more than 20 pounds lighter. That’s when it hit me: my wife never—and I mean never—sleeps in the nude, no matter the temperature.
This was Jen next to me ... and I picked my head up from the pillow to kiss the top of hers.
“Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked.
Jen said, “I just wanted to lay here.”
“You know,” I said, “someone else is going to be up and around soon.”
“And, what are we supposed to say to her?”
“She can watch.”
“Riiiight!” I protested. “You may be ready to make that decision on your own, she’s not.”
Jen started to remind me that my daughter recently had been instructed by a neighbour boy—much against my wishes, certainly this soon in her life—in the fine art of jacking off a boy. (When we found out, we fired the babysitter who was supposed to have been watching her at the time; that had led to Jennifer’s mom taking over.)
“No,” I responded firmly, “not yet. Okay?”
“Okay,” she said, sliding up to give me a kiss.
I reached quickly for a breath mint strategically placed on my nightstand (morning breath can be a real turn-off) and kissed her, briefly inserting my tongue then pulling back, coaxing hers out. She responded and I began kissing her tongue deeply into my mouth, swallowing the damned mint.
Aaaah ... so much for that idea.
I continued sucking on her tongue ’til she pulled it away. I pushed mine into her mouth, and she sucked it with abandon, almost too hard.
I tried gently to pull her up to nibble on her young breasts, a pleasure I had yet to experience. She had other ideas, pulling herself down until her mouth was on one of my nipples. Licking and sucking quite well, she was only too brief, giving each side maybe a few seconds’ attention before sliding down even further.
She showed her age (and the reason for her brevity) then, returning a favour I’d pulled on her during innocent play months before: blowing hard into my belly button to make a ‘farting’ sound. Laughing, she said, “Gotcha!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “You little shit,” I said playfully.
With a little-girl giggle totally incongruous to the circumstances, she began kissing my lower belly until she arrived at my dick. My erection again seemed larger than usual. Jennifer licked the ridge along the base of my cock (Oh, man! Just how much experience do you have, anyway? I thought), bringing an electric charge which seemed to ignite my whole body. I sighed haltingly, like I’d just walked into a freezer.
Her tongue then encircled the head twice before she slid my prick into her mouth, accepting about four inches. Experienced, yes; patient, no.
That didn’t bother me, though. “Oh, shit! You are good!” I said. She continued to suck in and out, ever so gently, like wet silk; as if somehow she knew exactly how I like it.
“If you turn around this way,” I helped, “I can do the same for you, too.” I didn’t have to ask her twice, either; Jen straddled my face in an instant, her little fanny not an inch from my mouth.
Adjusting my pillow, I began gently kissing her labia and clit, already big enough to protrude noticeably from her folds. Taking one round, full, beautiful ass cheek in each hand and parting her pussy lips with my thumbs, I pushed my tongue as deep inside Jennifer’s hole as it would go, maybe an inch or two, sliding it in and out, trying my best to tongue-fuck her.
She responded by sucking faster on my dick and, it seemed, deeper. “Yes, Jen, that’s it. Oh, wow!” I couldn’t resist asking: “How deep can you take it in?”
She came up for air. “Almost all of it,” she said, measuring with her fingers. It felt like she had managed almost six of my seven inches.
“Can you take it all without choking?” I asked.
Without another word, Jennifer tried to take my cock down her throat. She came up coughing. “No,” she sputtered.
“Don’t try to rush yourself,” I offered. “Let your throat relax, like you’re actually trying to swallow it. Try a little bit at a time, not all at once.”
“Okay,” she said and, once again, my throbbing dick slid back into her mouth. God, that feels wonderful.
This ‘little’ girl already was giving me better head than my wife ever could, and I could feel myself getting ready to cum. Trying to ignore it (right!), I went back to eating her sweet, sweet pussy.
It wasn’t working; among other things, it now felt like she had my entire cock down her throat. And with good reason.
She stopped just before I went over the edge. “I did it!” she exclaimed. “I sucked it all the way in!”
“Oh, yeah ... and it feels so good, I almost came in your mouth,” I responded. I was expecting her to stop sucking now and instead jack me off with her hand.
I got another surprise: she giggled again (damn, that’s exciting as hell), took me back full into her mouth and began sucking even faster. “Oh, fuck, Jen! Jennifer!! I’m going to come ... I mean it ... right ... right ... NOW!!!”
The feeling took me over, jerking my cock even deeper into her throat. I came hard! So hard, I thought it would shoot out the back of her neck as I just seemed to keep coming. I bit my lip, trying not to wake my daughter in the room next to us—me, and Jennifer, swallowing my cum for all she was worth.
I ... don’t ... fucking ... believe this!
Finally, I stopped spasming. Jennifer rolled off of me, turned around and laid her head on the pillow next to mine, and began kissing me. With her tongue! No shame at all, I thought.
Catching my breath, I said, in all honesty, “I’m not going to ask where you learned how to do that. I don’t want to know.”
And, damn her, she giggled again. Don’t you get attached, I admonished myself.
“My turn,” she said, matter-of-factly.
“You got that right,” I said.
A gentle kiss to her forehead, then her nose, then her soft lips led me to her earlobes, where I gently flicked my tongue, each in turn, getting myself up on all fours. I used barely the tip of my tongue to trace a line from her earlobe, down her neck to her shoulder, down the outside of her arm, stopping to kiss each fingertip. There’s that damned giggle again.
Tracing back up the inside of her arm, my tongue arrived full circle to her nipple, standing straight up about an inch from her otherwise little-girl chest. In circles at first, then with little flicks, my tongue finally savored every nerve-ending in her young breast. Giggles were replaced by gasps and moans as I took her tiny nip full inside my mouth, rolling it with my tongue.
Tracing a straight line across her chest, I gave the other nipple the works, too. Soon, I was telling myself to hell with her other arm and following a straight line down her belly to her little treasure, somehow resisting the urge to blow a ‘fart’ of my own.
(I thought about it, though.)
She hadn’t yet come while on top of me, and she was ready. Her little clit seemed almost to throb under my tongue. Daylight was coming in a bit more prominently now, and I backed away to catch a glimpse of the little hairless pussy before me. Oh, man, what a sight: her lips just starting to get some definition, puffy at the top, the hood not quite covering her extended little button ... it was so beautiful.
It also was a bit discolored at her little hole; the sign she’d been penetrated before. I wet my index finger with my mouth and slid it inside. It buried itself to the hilt without the slightest resistance.
I suppose I shouldn’t have been surprised, but I was.
My tongue returned to her clit while I finger-fucked her, slowly increasing the speed of my finger and tongue. Her hips now were gyrating to my movements. I slid out my index finger, wet my middle finger with lots of saliva, then slowly slid both fingers inside, trying to remember not to take her little pussy for granted.
About halfway inside, her muscles contracted to the simultaneous stimulation from my tongue. I stopped licking her and concentrated on slowly, deliberately sliding my fingers part way back out, then back in; each time, a little further than before. Soon, she was accepting both digits with no hesitation.
My tongue went back to massaging her clit and, almost immediately, her legs began to twitch and her hips bucked hard. “Right there,” she moaned, “right there! Ye—OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, YES!!”
Remembering the other day, I tried to reach for the pillow; she was a step ahead of me, burying her face to muffle her screams. And scream she did, almost loud enough to hear from the other room as I continued to finger-fuck her and tongue-lash her clit. She, too, seemed to come forever, forcing me to ride her hips for dear life.
By this time, her feet had planted themselves firmly on the bed, and I noticed her gorgeous little ass was almost a foot in the air, my face up there with her ... until she literally collapsed, my fingers popping out with a loud sucking sound.
I turned and looked behind me to the bedroom door. If my daughter was awake, she wasn’t letting anyone know it yet.
Looking down, I saw that I was rock-hard again (or had I ever softened?), and Jennifer’s pussy still was wide open, as if begging for more, even as its host had yet to catch her breath. (No matter, I like to start slowly, anyway ... but the ‘host’ deserved her say, too.)
On all fours again, I ‘walked’ to Jen’s face and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. “Would you like some more?” I asked.
“You mean, inside me?” she responded.
“Yes, Jen, I mean inside your beautiful pussy.”
Get this, I thought. A ten-year-old girl is begging me to take her. How can I say no? Especially since I asked, of course, I noted wryly.
I sat back on my haunches, guiding the head of my cock to her slit, still wet from my spit and her cum. I spat on my hand to wet the tip of my prick and slid the head slowly inside Jennifer’s hole.
Not much bigger around than two of my fingers, I expected to slide in easily. I was wrong. Her muscles still were contracted from her orgasm.
I stopped moving forward and used my hands to gently massage Jennifer’s legs and her belly, subtly asking her body to relax. I felt her muscles loosen a bit, and I slid in slowly, about another half-inch, then stopped. Leaning over, I massaged her young breasts, as well as her neck and shoulders, back to her belly and legs, with both hands. She loosened a bit again, and I slid in about another inch.
“I like the way you do that. You’re real gentle,” Jennifer said.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” I repeated, meaning every word of it.
“I know,” she replied.
Her muscles continued to loosen, and I kept sliding slowly in until there was no more left to slide.
“It’s all the way in,” I announced. “How you doin’ down there?”
I leaned over and kissed my little lover, running my tongue gently over her lips. She kissed me back. I started slowly sliding my throbbing cock in and out of her tender young pussy. She began bucking slightly under me. Soon, there was no resistance at all. Tight, yes; God, she was tight! But, no friction to cause either of us any pain.
Pumping faster now, her breathing was beginning to get shorter, as was mine. Our soft, gentle kissing became more urgent, and she put her arms around my neck. I truly was making love to this wondrous girl. Nowhere near adulthood, yet nowhere near childhood, hers already taken away long before I came into the picture. I could do this with no guilt.
And I did, too!
Trying to be as smooth as possible, I pulled out and gently pushed one of her knees all the way over to the other one, saying, “roll over.” When she was flat on her belly, I knelt between her legs, took her hips in my hand and pulled her up toward me. “Up here, Jen.” She pushed herself up onto all fours and opened her legs a bit wider. A little more spit, and I guided my cock to her pussy and slid back inside.
Holding her hips at first to keep our rhythm, I joined her in moaning out loud. When I let go, I leant back a bit to allow her to keep her own pace backing up against my member. Propping myself up with one hand, I used the other to massage her wonderful ass and her back, occasionally reaching around to caress a nipple. Her pace was beginning to quicken; she wanted to cum.
Lost in the utter pleasure of the moment, I’d almost forgotten something: a ten-year-old can get pregnant. Damn, we’d have to stop. I didn’t want to stop. I was in heaven, pure heaven.
Holding her hips to stop her movement, I then pulled out and laid down next to her, beckoning her to get on top. At the same time, I reached for the t-shirt I’d left at the side of the bed and wiped her young juices from my cock. In the dresser next to me was a box of condoms which hadn’t been used in God knows how long and, as I went to put one on, I tried to explain to Jennifer why I was doing so.
She already knew; and she thanked me.
“No, thank you,” I rebutted. “I had no idea how much I wanted to do this with you. I’m just so happy you wanted to do it with me.”
She smiled. “Me, too.”
More spit to moisten the latex and Jennifer, already straddling me, sat herself down onto my member, sliding again inside with no difficulty. It was her turn now to lean over and kiss me, swapping her spit with mine as we began humping with more abandon.
I was going to come. She was going to come. We both seemed to let go at the same time, bucking and moaning and screaming and coming and coming and coming and coming! “Oh, yes!!” yelled somebody.
After what seemed like an eternity, we fell limp, her lithe young body so warm on top of mine. I held her in my arms as if I was afraid she would get up and leave. Hmmm ... why?
We didn’t even have time to catch our breath when I heard a knock at the door.
Jennifer, thinking faster even than I thought she could (or had she done this before, too?), jumped off of me and sat down on the floor next to the bed, opposite the door. Just as quickly, I found the sheet and covered myself up.
“Daddy, where’s Jennifer?” came a little voice through the door.
“She’s in here, sweetheart,” I said, telling the truth up to that point, anyway. “She just came in a minute ago to tell me a secret about what she might get for your birthday,” I finished, having come up with that excuse the night before, just in case. “We can’t tell you, though.”
“Go get yourself a juice from the refrigerator and we’ll be right out.”
The t-shirt made a nice towel again, first for Jennifer, who let me dry her pubes gently for her, between gentle kisses. Jen dressed in her nightgown (on the other side of the bed ... that could have been disastrous!) and left the room, closing the door behind her. I put on my shorts and a fresh t-shirt and stood up on wobbly legs (Whoa! Damn ... been awhile!) to make my own way out of the bedroom.
I glanced at the clock. 8:13 ... no kidding! We took that long?
Jen’s mom came by not fifteen minutes later, as I’d had time only to pour myself a cup of coffee and set up the skillets to cook breakfast. What timing ... if I didn’t know any better ...
Jennifer ended up staying for breakfast and a cartoon or two, then dressed (in the lavatory, as well she should for appearances’ sake), collected her things and headed back next door with a cheerful, “Bye.”
I never did get another opportunity to enjoy Jennifer’s company: a month later, her Mom’s latest boyfriend would win his house back during a divorce proceeding and invite the girls to move in with him. Not at all surprisingly, they accepted.
My daughter and I still drop over every now and again to visit, but there’s not even a hint of what Jennifer and I shared that late summer day.
In retrospect, perhaps that’s for the best. I was getting attached.
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