Chapter 5 - Mf
Her mother woke her up at 6, two hours after her Dad had already gone to the bakery for the day. It was a little early, but her Mom wanted to check her for fever again, and wanted her to take a morning shower, since she hadn't taken one the night before, "And you still smell like
chlorine from the pool." Erin, head spinning from a long night of dreams about orgasms but otherwise feeling better after a
good night's sleep, plodded to her shower in her attached bathroom. Since all of her siblings had moved out, she had the best bedroom. Her parents used the small attic bedroom, they long
ago learned that since they slept strange hours because of the bakery, sleep was easiest when they were as far away as possible from a house full of noisy kids.
Erin started the shower and stripped off her clothes. She was short... she was only 8... but she could just barely see her vagina in the bathroom mirror, it was hardly red at all any more. A touch found it still a little tender, but not stinging like it had been last night. She touched herself a little higher, where that really good feeling had been... it felt... nice. The cool morning air caused her a little shiver, and she got
goose bumps and her nipples hardened, so she got in the shower.
She closed her eyes and put her head under the flow and let it run over her. She felt like it was washing away her worries...
he didn't call my parents last night to tell on me... he didn't seem to be mad at me or anything... I think it is fine... he didn't know what I was doing.... he still likes me, her thoughts were of John. By the time she got out of the shower she felt like a new girl.
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John got home at 6:15 am, expecting to see strange cars in his driveway, or in the driveway at Erin's house, as the police detectives took her statement about how the neighbor had molested her. He let out a
sigh of relief as he saw nothing out of the ordinary, even all of the same lights on in the house... her Dad would already be off to work, Erin would be up and getting ready to come over, her Mom getting herself ready to meet her Dad at
the bakery after Erin was sorted out for the day. Everything seemed perfectly routine. He allowed himself to relax... a little... but Erin hadn't come over, yet. He still wasn't sure.
John took a quick shower, and examined his penis... still a little raw on the bottom, where Erin had tried to grind it to powder with her pussy. He threw on some sweats, and waited, watching the clock. 7 o'clock came, no Erin.... his heart was racing with anxiety. 7:02, his doorbell rang. There was his little girl, also in sweats, with her little backpack of stuff for the day, and her hair was combed nicely, she smelled
of shampoo, and she seemed fresh. She never showered in the morning except on school days, so that was a little off. He looked over, saw her Mom getting in the car, she waved at him,
he waved back, and she drove away as Erin slid around him into her house. Everything normal, everything routine, everything is fine. He let out an explosive exhale.
Everything is fine.
He closed the front door and set the deadbolt.
Erin was in the fridge, getting out the orange juice... the same juice he had dosed with ecstasy, yesterday. He briefly wondered about its effectiveness being dissolved for so long.
It was such a small dose, anyway... she'll be fine.. I'll google it in a minute to make sure it isn't turning into
poison, and he asked her if she was feeling better while she poured herself a glass.
"Yah, sorry..." she had already practiced this answer in her head. "I was feeling real tired last night, and a little sick, but I got a good
night's sleep and now I feel better."
John knew she wasn't telling the entire truth, but was just relieved he wasn't currently in handcuffs, and that her ordinarily sunny disposition had returned. He still didn't know what was really bothering her yesterday, aside from the fact he had dry humped her until she came, of course.
But she seems over it now.... John watched her drain her glass of juice, and pour another, and walked to the couch and turn on the TV. "I had a lot of fun helping you swim yesterday," he carefully told her, examining her reaction. "You really did a great job."
She paused mid-sip... swallowed, looked at him. He really doesn't know.
Maybe... "Thanks. Maybe you can help me again after your nap, I wanna try going down to the bottom of the deep end," her eyes on him, as if to examine HIS reaction... he found that strange.
"Yeah... after my nap... that would be fun. Don't let me sleep too long." And after a long night of anxiety and tension, followed by everything being completely fine, he suddenly felt deeply exhausted in his relief. He laid down on the long couch opposite
Erin. His house was all open concept and he had a lot of space to fill, so he got the big couch... and he fell asleep almost immediately to the sounds of his little girl watching a show about tweens whose parents were never around on one of those kid channels. He fell unconscious with a small smile on his face.
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Little Erin finished her juice while watching the show and took her glass to the kitchen, and came back to the couch, watching the commercials between shows without really seeing them. She felt so much better than she had last night, it was such a relief that John didn't hate her, and everything seemed fine. She felt a deep contentment she didn't really have a word for, being only 8 years old. She looked over at John, feeling a warmth for him that was only partially because of the drug that was entering her blood stream... it seemed like he had been taking care of her forever,
since kindergarten! and she spent more time with him than she even did her friends, or own parents. He was really special to her, and her body felt warm, she liked caring about him. When she noticed that the hard thing seemed to be in his pants again, she got a warm chill from head to toe, and didn't know why.
There it is again, she thought, just like in the pool yesterday, in his bathing suit. Is it always there and I just don't notice?
John was dead asleep, and not dreaming of anything sexual in particular, he just had an erection, like almost every man gets from time to time as he sleeps. This one was just extra obvious because he wasn't wearing underwear, and had on loose sweatpants, and the little girl next to him was beginning her sexual awakening with the help of a small dose of ecstasy in her blood stream.
Erin slowly got off the couch, and next to him, watching his eyelids to make sure he was still asleep. She put her face close to his hips, examining the hard thing, trying to understand its nature. Her mother had told her "boys are different from girls down there," once, when she asked if her Dad had a vagina like she and her Mom did, but she didn't really explain, and certainly hadn't shown her any pictures. Erin had never seen a penis in her life, pictures or otherwise. She was only just 8, her Mom knew she had some time before THAT little talk.
So now Erin was examining this hard, covered, adult penis that was before her, having no idea what it was.
Is it part of his body, or is something in there? She slowly reached her hand toward it, touched it right in the middle with her fingertips. It felt... hard.
Well I already knew that, she said to herself, remembering how she had rubbed herself against it. She put her hand back, and laid it on the hard thing, and so lightly gripped it.
It... feels like a tube... a hard tube... she slowly felt the length, finding the end of it up toward his belly, and the bottom... seemed to be attached down below? She suddenly pulled her hand back, realizing she was touching HIS private place.... this was so mean of her. He would be upset if he found out I did that. She returned to her end of the couch, and tried to watch TV... but her eyes kept returning to the hard thing.
I just gotta see it, she thought to herself, the ecstasy in her blood making her feel more daring than she ordinarily would. She went back to his side, he was breathing deeply, and hadn't flinched. She saw his sweats, could see they were loose, and his waistband was right there, and the hard thing came almost all the way up to it. She slowly, gently pinched the fabric of the elastic of his sweats, above the hard thing, and lifted, and she turned her head so she could see inside... and saw the first penis of her life. She didn't have a good angle, but she saw a round end of it, with... a slit in the middle? pointing at her, and that hard tube went down into the shadows of his pants. And it was moving, twitching, like it was bouncing a little... she didn't realize just then she was seeing John's heart beat. She looked back to his face to make sure he hadn't woken up, and his eyes were still closed. She looked back down into his sweats, she felt butterflies in her tummy. Without any thought, she put her hand in his sweats, and gripped his hard, erect cock. Immediately she felt warm in her own private place, and had no idea why. She held the end of John's penis, gave it a small squeeze...
so hard, yet... still soft. She felt him down the shaft, so lightly. It feels so warm... almost
hot... her hand reached the base where it joined his body and felt some hairs.
Wow. What is this? She moved her hand back up to the end, gave it one last squeeze, removed her had from his pants, and gently relaxed the elastic back to his body. She curled herself up back at the opposite end of the couch, and thought about what she had felt... and him... and the feelings her body made. She continually glanced at him, and the hard thing, and then back at the TV, not really able to follow what was happening in the plot.
At 11am when all the shows she wanted to watch were done, she went over to him and shook his shoulder until he woke up. "John, do you wanna go swimming?"
His eyes fluttered open and he had that momentary feeling of "Where am I?" but he saw the face of his little blonde angel, her blue eyes wide, and he heard her sweet voice, "Do you wanna go swimming?"
He smiled, and he knew all was right with the world, and he knew her seduction was right on schedule. He smiled at her, "Yeah sweetie, let me get changed," and went to his room.
He would never know that today was the first time she had ever fondled his bare cock, though.
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John changed and hit the pool, the Florida sun blinding him. Erin came out of the pool house at the same time, and she had on a bathing suit he'd never seen before, this one much closer to a proper bikini. The top was a color close to turquoise, and wrapped around her chest without shoulder straps. He saw she slightest hint of puffy nipples under her top, but nothing one could call breasts, yet. Her bottoms were black, and covered much less than her usually bathing suit. It covered her bottom, but the sides were more bikini shaped, with just a one inch strip of fabric crossing her hip bones, and the front only came half way to her belly button. It fit her form very well, and he really liked it. "Wow, great new bathing suit.... it looks really good on you," he said to her, smiling.
She smiled back, "Thanks, I found it in a box of my sister's old clothes." She could see his eyes going up and down her body, she liked that... she turned for him. "Does it fit me good?" she asked with a grin.
Wow, she just gave me a sexy turn. "Too good," he said to her... "you're gonna give me a heart attack," and she laughed.
John jumped into the pool, in the deep end, and went under to get himself wet and get over the shock of
cold, swimming underwater to the shallow end. While under he heard Erin jump in as well. He popped up, wiping the water from his eyes just in time for her to pop up next to him, putting her arms around his neck, looking into his eyes.
What am I doing? she thought.
He put his arms around her, What is she doing? he thought. He looked back into her beautiful blue eyes.
She said, "I... yesterday.... we...." and then she hesitated, then pulled his head down her her, kissing him.
He kissed her back... not exactly chaste, but firmly... like a man would kiss a woman. He heard the slightest moan come from her closed mouth... what he thought of as "like a baby bunny," though he don't think he'd ever heard of a baby bunny making cute moaning sounds. He forgot himself for a moment, he parted his lips, and licked her lips lightly, and squirmed his tongue into her mouth.
She pulled her head back from his with a gasp and looked at him, wide
eyed. "WHAT was THAT?" she asked, her breath somewhat rapid, her arms still around his neck.
"That..." collecting his thoughts... "that is how boys and girls kiss when they are older," arms still around her body.
"It is?" she looked skeptical. "With licking and... your tongue?"
"Yes, it is," he answered.
She seemed to consider that. "Well let's do THAT, then," and suddenly she was kissing him again with her eyes closed.
John was more than happy to oblige her. He kissed her back, and again parted his lips and licked hers, and this time she opened her mouth to let him in. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth.... not hard, like he would with an adult woman... but gently.. just past her lips... his tongue found the tip of hers for a moment, but she pulled it
back, and giggled. He pulled back looking at her, smiled, and leaned back
in... he gently ran his tongue over her teeth, licked her lips again... and realized she was just standing there with her mouth open, taking it. He broke their kiss... "Sweetie... the girl uses her tongue, too..."
"Oh!" She said, "sorry, ok...." and she pulled him into a kiss yet again. This time she was the one exploring him, he felt her tongue on his lips, and it slid inside his mouth... and he met her tongue with his. Her breath became rapid and she was making her 'baby bunny chirps' as he danced his tongue on and around hers, sliding his tongue into her mouth, taking her tongue into his. He felt himself harden against her
body. He was on his knees in the shallow end so their faces were lined up
better, and she felt him harden against her. Mmmm.. the hard thing.... she thought. Getting caught up in the heat of the moment... and the last lingering effects of the ecstasy.... she wrapped one leg around him, putting her private place against the hard thing, and grinded... which caused them both to gasp. They suddenly both remembered the friction burns from the day before, and the lingering effects. He knew
her pussy was raw so her gasp didn't surprise him, but she didn't know about him, and looked at him,
Did he get sore, too? He held her, looking into her eyes, having a difficult time thinking about anything except her pussy against his cock. She looked into his eyes, "I think I am getting a cramp again," she said to him softly.
He smiled at her, and scooped up her light little body in his arms, and they kissed as he walked her over to the side.
He put her down, in the exact same spot as yesterday, and stood between her legs with his hands on her thighs. He could feel the heat from her body on his chest. "Which leg?" he asked, sliding his hands up and down her thighs. She closed her eyes with a moan at his touch on her skin.
"I don't know," she almost whispered back... "check both of them."
And he did... he kissed her again as his hands slid up her inner thighs, his fingers brushing right up against her pussy. She grabbed his neck and pulled his lips to hers as he began to caress her down there.... she knew she should stop him,
he doesn't know how he is making me feel... so hot... so crazy... but she can't. But his fingers are also rubbing in her sore spot... and she couldn't keep in a little "ouch."
John heard her, and remembered... oh you stupid asshole, he thought to himself...
you are rubbing fabric against a delicate, fabric burned pussy. "Oh sweetie," he said to her, "I'm sorry...
I forgot you are sore down there." It didn't occur to him that he probably wasn't supposed to know she had a sore pussy, but since she had worried about that exact thing all night, she noticed what he said.
"You.... you know I was sore down there?" she asked him... afraid of his answer.
"Yes sweetie, I was too."
"You were what?" she asked, confused.
"I was sore too, for the same reason you were." John had no idea he was confirming her worst fear, that he knew she did something dirty with him in the pool and she didn't think he knew.
She looked at him stricken, tears in her eyes, "You.... you know?"
He was dumbstruck, he had no idea what was happening, here. "Sweetie, why are you upset?"
And she buried her face in her hands and was crying. John forgot to be concerned about getting caught, right now he wanted to know why his little Erin was upset. "Sweetie, please, talk to me, why are you crying?"
"Because you know I'm bad," she said through her tears.
"You're..." John stammered, "I know you're bad? What do you mean?"
"Because now you realize that I was rubbing my private place against the hard thing and my Mom says that's what bad girls do and I didn't know you knew I was doing that and now you think I am bad!" and she started crying into her hands again.
And it all clicked into place... she was quiet last night because she was feeling guilty, and was hoping I didn't know she came on me, and she was worried I would stop liking her if I found out. If a brain could breathe a massive sigh of relief, his did right now.
He laughed. She looked up at him, tears momentarily forgotten but her eyes red and cheeks wet. "Sweetie," he said gently to her... "My dear, sweet, little Erin... what we did yesterday we did together, and I was a part of it, and I liked being close with you like that. I knew I was making you feel good down there, and it made me happy to make you feel those good feelings. And no, I don't think you are bad, I am actually glad you feel comfortable enough with me to do that."
With the help of some drugs, he thought dryly, and felt a little ashamed.
She looked up at him, "You already knew what I was doing?" she asked, incredulously.
"Yes baby. And I thought you looked beautiful," kneeling in the pool, bringing his face to hers.
And at that she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight, her could hear her crying and laughing at the same time. "I was so worried you would hate me," she was trying to say. "I was so afraid."
And he pulled back from her, looking into her smiling eyes. "Sweetie... I think what we have is special, and I don't think I could ever hate you, no matter what." And she was laughing as she brought her lips back to his.
And John kissed her back, their mouths opening again, their tongues finding the other. John was actually glad they had worked this out.. and was sad she had felt sad... and was relieved he had helped her... and he realized he was actually feeling romantic feelings for this little 8 year old girl, and felt stupid because of it. But he did. And he went with it. And without thinking, he moved his cock against her little pussy, again, and she kissed him harder when she felt the contact, and she was so happy she didn't have to try to hide what she was feeling, she pulled him against her, hard... which made them both gasp again because of the discomfort, which again spoiled the moment... and they broke their kiss laughing at each other, and he said, "Sorry I forget..." and she answered "It's ok I can't help it either..."
And he had a thought... "I might be able to make you feel better down there... do you want me to try?"
And she asked, "What are you going to do?"
"I think I can kiss it and make it better."
She looked at him dubiously. "Seriously?"
And he asked, "Do you trust me?"
And without hesitation she answered, "Yes," and he smiled, pecked her lips, and knelt in the pool, his head between her thighs.
Erin giggled as he kissed both of her knees. She giggled again when he started kissing his way up her thigh, and turning his head to kiss the other one, too. She stopped giggling when he spread her legs, making room for his head between them, his kisses getting closer and closer to her private place. She was getting ready for the silliness of him kissing her there over her bottoms and saying, "All better?!" to her, but instead he put the fingers of one hand into her bottoms right against her private place, and pushed them to the side completely exposing her, causing her to take a strong intake of breath.
John memorized her pussy in an instant... he saw her beautiful little lips, slightly swollen and exposing her inner
petals. He saw they were a little red, shiny and raw from yesterday's intense friction... he saw the hood of her tiny
clit also had a red spot of soreness. He looked up at her, "Are you ready?"
She looked back at him wide eyed, feeling so exposed before him... no one has ever seen me like
this, she thought.... and she nodded at him... I am ready, the ecstasy
in her blood stream answered for her. And he leaned forward, and a man kissed her vagina for the first time.
He was gentle with her... the excitement of licking her little pussy was almost overwhelming, but he never forgot she was sore, too.
He softly kissed her sore spots, as if to try to make them better with his lips. He licked them so softly, gently, and parted her outer lips with his tongue. He licked her up and down a few times... he heard gasps from above him... and stopped and spread her open so he could examine her.... no redness in here. Good. He slid his tongue up and down inside her pussy... not penetrating her vagina,
not yet, and avoiding her clit, for now. He was saving that.
Erin's head was spinning. John was between her legs and she kept trying to be embarrassed that he could see her practically naked but she kept losing her thought by the wave after wave of pleasure emanating from her private place, put there by his tongue. Her sore spots were completely forgotten as she managed to think,
This is soooooo much better than just rubbing yesterday. On the side of the pool she leaned back on one arm, put her other hand on the back of his head, spread her legs wider for him, and pulled his tongue against her pussy harder. She
didn't know what was happening but she knew she really liked it.
John heard her gasps and moans coming faster, no cute, baby bunny chirps, now. Those were open moans of pleasure. He felt her pulling his head in closer, tighter. He obliged, licking her faster... even putting the tip of his tongue into her vagina, he felt her virgin barrier on the tip of his tongue, and he felt her body jump a little... but her hand didn't let go of its grip on the back of his head. He enjoyed the taste.. mostly chlorine from the pool, but also a sweet muskiness between her lips, and a tangy saltiness in her pussy... she was lubricating for him, a little. He knew that was uncommon in little girls.
By the time her every exhale was a gasp, and she was humping her pussy against his mouth, and she sounded like she was out of her mind, he knew she was ready. He adjusted his thumb, instead of holding her pussy lips open, and pulled back the swollen hood of her tiny little clit... which he then licked, long and slow... immediately triggering sweet little Erin into the second orgasm of her life, one much more intense than yesterday.
As soon as he moved his tongue to the top part of her private place she actually did lose her mind. The pleasure that exploded started from that spot, and moved up and down her body, making both her nipples ache. She had no control of herself, she took her weight off her back arm and put it with her other on the back of his head, and she was supporting herself by pulling his face tighter against her body.
Someone peaking over the privacy fence would think she was doing crunches against
his face, her body convulsing over and over, her eyes shut, moaning with exertion. John just rode it out, and as he felt her unclenching,
and eased his assault on her clit. And he pulled back, and kissed each red, sore spot of her pussy lightly, put the crotch of her black bikini bottoms back into place, and stood up to behold his little Erin in her post orgasmic state. She looked up at him, breathing hard, through heavily lidded eyes. "All
better?!" he asked... and she laughed.