Many
days Catherine didn't even feel like snuggling, but more often she did.
Sometimes she was happy to do some little thing while Charles pretended
to make a baby with his hand, like slowly hitch up her dress and give
him a quick peek inside her drawers. Whatever it was, he always gasped
and spurted in under a couple minutes. And once he was cleaned up he
was always happy to hold her in his arms as always, safe and warm. He
was equally happy to hold her without doing anything with his penis
first.
Other times she was up for more. She got more and more comfortable with
the strength of Charles's desire for her.
She
experimented with lying on the bed, with Charles beside her. In that
position they could just hug each other for many minutes at a time,
chest to chest, which felt wonderful. If she turned onto her back, it
gave him room to attend to her body in detail, which he relished. He
touched and rubbed her everywhere, kissing every exposed inch of flesh
-- and she exposed more and more. She left her drawers on, however,
when they lay like that.
It was in that position that he first
really kissed her. He gazed into her eyes, and then his face approached
hers. His lips barely touched hers, but he lingered. After pulling away
just a little, he did it again, this time rubbing his lips against
hers. She kissed him back, hesitantly at first. After several seconds
she felt some strange tingles and suddenly felt funny and made him stop.
But
on a later day, he tried again, ever so gently as always, and she let
him. She felt more vulnerable that way than any other, even when he was
moving his hands all over her bare flesh. The tingles she felt
blossomed to rich and earthy sensations, some of them between her legs.
When
she'd had enough in any particular session, she nudged Charles onto his
back and briefly stroked the bulge between his legs. That was her sign
that he could pull down his trousers and undergarment and rub his
penis. Sometimes she nibbled his ear while he stroked, making him spurt
more quickly than usual. After he'd expelled his seed, he was relaxed
and sleepy and she just cuddled against him.
As always, there
were many days at a time when she wasn't in the mood for that kind of
play, and Charles accepted it graciously. She knew he felt like doing
those things, but that he also was happy to just have her company and
listen to her and hold her.
One day she was in a particularly frisky mood. She lay on her back,
fully clothed.
"What would you really like to do if you could do anything?"
"What?"
"If you could play with my body any way you wanted, what would you do?"
She saw him look down at her with that intense appreciation.
"Well, now, you stop me any time, all right?"
"Of course."
Charles
took her hand and pressed his stiff penis against her wrist and the
back of her hand, which made her smile. Encouraged, he rose and
straddled her head, poking his penis against her ear and cheek, then
her neck, and gently against each of her eyes -- seeing that stiff
unfamiliar organ surging forward was a little scary but also exciting,
and she naturally shut her eye before she felt the gentle, soft
pressure. But she giggled from time to time at the silliness of this
play. Then he rested the shaft of his penis flat against her neck and
rubbed it back and forth sideways, then repeated on the side of her
head, then her forehead, and cheeks, over and over. He then rubbed the
tip gently back and forth along the line of her lips. She kept her
mouth closed.
"Was that OK, dear Miss Catherine?" he said.
"Sure. That felt quite naughty. Anything else?"
"Anything
else?" Charles sighed, but then a new level of excitement shone on his
face. He took her hand and managed to insert the tip of his penis
inside the sleeve of her dress, pumping in and out.
Catherine smiled and giggled.
After
a few seconds he scrambled to position himself above her head and with
some difficulty managed to work his organ between her neck and her
shirt, pressing inside.
He gently nudged her head over to the
left so her chin touched her shoulder and intruded his member into the
cavity this formed from the back side. He then crawled down over her
body, and facing her feet, he inserted his penis between her sock and
her left calf and pumped inside, so she felt the hard organ sliding
rhythmically against her skin. He repeated with her right calf, then
sat back to rest.
Catherine giggled. "You're naughty, you know!"
"Yes, I guess so," he said sheepishly. "Did you mind?"
"No. Anything else?"
With
a more serious expression, Charles centered himself over her and let
his penis drop between her legs. He pressed them together gently and
thrust his stiff organ between her thighs just above her knees, first
lifting her skirt just enough to accommodate him. He moved up several
inches and repeated, this time holding her dress so his penis was in a
three-sided tunnel formed from right thigh, left thigh and dress on
top. He continued that motion for the better part of a minute.
"Is this OK?" he asked, obviously excited.
"Yes!" said Catherine with a surge of affection.
Then
he spread her legs apart and let the dress ride up until he found the
space where her right thigh stuck out through her drawers. He gently
and slowly inserted his penis between thigh and drawers. and she felt
his hard, hot flesh pushing along her soft inner thigh. The drawers
reached down far enough that he had quite a ways to thrust, but he
gradually worked his way upward until she felt his hard tip pressing
against her girl lips. He shifted to the other side and pressed between
left thigh and drawers, and once again his thrusts gradually moved
upward until his tip barely pressed against her crotch when he was in
the farthest. She read intense excitement on his face.
Then he lay back beside her, breathing heavily from his exertions. "I
didn't want to make a mess inside your drawers," he said.
"You really could have?"
"Oh, I was close."
"Well, maybe you'd like to make a mess now?" she asked, turning to him
and licking his ear as she fondled the balls in his sac.
Charles smiled, thrust upwards into his hand twenty times and spurted
his seed out with a loud exclamation of pleasure.
In
bed that night, Catherine replayed the experience in her mind. It had
been naughty and thrilling, and she had never felt unsafe. But she was
aware of his fundamental urge. He wanted to get inside. He wanted to
get his penis into a hole. And the hole he really wanted to get into
was her vagina.
She gently pulled down her drawers and spread
her legs. Easing her flaps apart with the fingers of her left hand, she
explored with her right little finger. Where was that hole? There...
She poked at it. The contact was dry, so she licked her finger and
tried again. This time it slid in a little ways. It felt kind of
uncomfortable, but she could get her pinkie in up to the second knuckle.
After
a few days of being busy, visits just to chat, and sessions of
snuggling chastely against his chest, Catherine was feeling ready for
more, and asked Charles what he wanted to try this time.
"Would you mind taking all your clothes off? I will too."
As she started to undress, he said, "Can I do it?"
Catherine
nodded. First he undressed himself quickly. Then she enjoyed the look
of joy on Charles's face as he unbuttoned her dress ceremoniously one
button at a time, and slowly pulled it up over her head. He then
removed her chemise and drawers, and finally, almost as an
afterthought, her socks and shoes. For the first time, she was fully
naked to his view, and she liked the look of appreciation on his face.
As
they lay on their sides hugging, Catherine was aware of the intimacy of
the connection. Not only did their chests touch, but stomachs and
thighs, and the hot prong of his penis lay significantly between them.
After
a while, Charles experimentally began licking Catherine's nipples. She
smiled in answer to his inquiring look, and he went back to giving her
entire chest a methodical tonguing. He also made brief forays to her
cheeks, neck, upper arms, and stomach.
Charles also began
exploring between her legs with his hand for the first time. It was
exciting when he pressed his palm flat against her. But more specific
explorations didn't feel good to her. No matter how gentle he was, his
fingers were too rough to feel good on that especially sensitive part
of her.
"Do you think I could -- if you don't mind -- spurt while rubbing it on
your belly?" Charles asked.
That
sounded fine to Catherine. She lay flat on her back and he lay on top
of her, covering her. His penis thrust back and forth along her stomach
over her bellybutton. That felt very naughty, but she liked it. But it
chafed a little, so she had him stop briefly while she spat on her hand
and rubbed it on her belly.
"Ah, that's nice!" exclaimed
Charles, sensing the smoother flow. And within seconds she felt rather
than saw the surges of fluid as he deposited his seed on her belly and
mushed it around. He groaned as he eased onto his back, and Catherine
had fun smearing his mess all over his stomach and upper thighs.
Catherine
turned 8 years old. She still went days at a time without visiting
Charles at all, and she still stopped by just to chat. Now and then she
just cuddled in his arms, but if she got that far she was usually up
for more. He made love to her body in those same ways over and over,
selecting the activities that they liked best.
One day she had a
naughty idea. She knew Charles liked the idea of getting his penis into
her somehow, and he liked wetness. With a smile he pushed the naked man
onto his back and lowered her face to his penis. Although it was a
little creepy, she opened her mouth and took the tip of his organ
inside.
"Oh, Catherine!" he exclaimed. "Are you sure about this?" But he
couldn't help giving a big sigh of pleasure.
Catherine giggled. "Yes, I'm sure. You seem to like it well enough."
"Oh,
heavens yes!" he exclaimed. As she took his tip back in her mouth, she
experimented with sucking, licking, and the same back and forth motion
he used on himself. "Oh, Catherine, when you lick like that, it's
fantastic, but -- Stop, stop!"
Catherine set his penis free and looked at him.
"I was about to spurt. And if you do it again, I'm afraid I will."
Catherine had thought about this. "Do you mind if it goes in my mouth?"
"Me? No, not for myself. But you don't want to do that, do you? Isn't
it yucky?"
"I've tasted it before. It wasn't bad."
"Are you sure?" said Charles, looking at her suspiciously.
Catherine
sighed, and engulfed his twitching organ once more. She began the
licking motion he had approved of so enthusiastically.
"Oh,
Catherine! Whoa! Oh, tarnation. I can't, oh, Aaaaahhhhhhhh!" he
shouted, as she felt the fluid spew into her mouth. There wasn't all
that much, and she held it inside as she kept licking. She was afraid
to swallow it, because she didn't know if it would be good for her
digestion.
Once Charles pulled back in total satisfaction, Catherine let her
mouthful of seed flow from her mouth onto his belly.
The next time they met and Catherine made her interest in baby-making
play known, Charles had an idea.
"Catherine,
would you mind if I licked you down there? It hadn't occurred to me
before, but since you used your mouth on me, I'd like to feel you that
way."
"OK," she said. It hadn't occurred to her either, and it felt terribly
naughty. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure," he said, smiling.
She
was happy to feel his tongue licking her upper thighs and then find her
female flaps. After a while, his attention turned within the flaps.
Unlike
his fingers, his tongue was very soft, and it felt very intimate and
close. After a while Catherine started feeling a glow down there. The
thrill she got from seeing him excited was a pale reflection of it, and
how she felt after he kissed her for a while was a mild version. But
this was different. It was a special kind of good feeling. She wondered
if it was connected to how good he felt, but when she asked, it turned
out he really didn't know. On her it didn't lead to any resolution like
spurting, and after ten minutes or so of feeling that way she'd had
enough.
It became part of their repertoire, but it wasn't something she was
driven to experience; she could easily skip it.
Inspired
by the ecstasy he felt from Catherine's mouth, Charles was sold on the
idea of lubrication. He spat on his hand before he rubbed his penis. He
found that Catherine's hand, curled into a pretend vagina and wet on
the inside, was also very satisfactory. If either of them had any sort
of respiratory difficulty and produced mucus instead of just saliva,
that was much better.
When his penis drove into the tube
Catherine formed with one hand, it quickly emerged out the other end.
But if she put her hands end to end, so that his penis emerged from the
end of the first tunnel not into bare space but another tight pretend
vagina -- that was heaven.
And soon enough, they discovered that
he liked it best if she put those hands right between her legs, below
or above her real but tiny, unusable vagina. Charles adored thrusting
away in either of those positions, and when he spurted, the mess got
all over Catherine's hands.
"You know what would be especially nice, dear," he said one day after
he had made her hands slimy from his ecstasy.
"What?"
"Could you rub the stuff all over your flaps down there?"
"OK"
said Catherine, shrugging. She was amused at his expression of delight
as she smeared the sticky stuff all over her female parts.
And then one day, he said, "Could I do it?"
"OK, if you're gentle," she said, and he did gently cover her young
girl parts with his goo.
"What about inside?" he asked meekly, one day.
Catherine
was happy to take a little of the stuff and put it into her tiny vagina
with her little finger. But when he wanted to do it, she balked. But
she had an idea. She held his little finger in hers, dipped it in goop,
and guided it inside herself, controlling it all the way. Charles
seemed especially happy about being able to end their sessions that way.
"I've got one more idea -- if you don't mind," said Charles.
Catherine waited.
"Could
I use my own hand, but at the very end, put the tip of my penis right
at your vagina's opening, trying to squirt the seed inside? You hold
yourself open for me?"
"OK." It made sense. They did this one on
their sides. As Catherine lay with her right leg up in the air, Charles
rubbed his penis, extending it so it reached right between Catherine's
legs. He thrust his hips back and forth as he rubbed, and his tip
pushed gently against her girl lips. He looked intently at the spot he
was aiming for, and just when his first spurt was on its way, he pushed
firmly, his tip plugged against her little opening. The first two shots
fired directly into her vagina. He was delighted with that, and
Catherine was happy too.
The next variant was her idea. She
formed her special pretend-vagina tube with the end of her second hand
right at that same tiny opening that was the center of his attention.
He thrust in and out and at the deep end of her hands, pushed against
her girlish opening just as the goop shot out.
He asked how hard
he could press without it bothering her, and they performed some
experiments. He could press pretty hard, and Catherine found it
thrilling in that naughty way that was behind most of their play.
What's more, they discovered that with her hands as pretend vagina she
could control how hard he pressed. All she had to do to stop the inward
motion was to squeeze. His strength might push her fist firmly against
her body, but his penis would not bump against her any harder than she
wanted.
Over and over again, Catherine lay on her back, legs
spread wide, with Charles mounting her, gazing into her eyes as he
reached his orgasm and delivered his seed into her body.
Charles
pressed pretty hard when he came, and at first Catherine stopped him.
But she was feeling adventurous one day and didn't stop him at all.
Despite his substantial pressure, all his penis did was bump against
her. It didn't go inside.
Inside.
What Charles really wanted was to get inside of her. But she was too
small for that. Sometimes right after their sessions together,
Catherine retreated to her own room, lay in her own bed, and went back
to exploring her own girl parts again, now covered with sticky seed.
She tried poking her little finger in a little farther, which was
comfortable by now. She tried using her middle finger, but that was
uncomfortable.
Once she tried just jamming her middle finger
into herself hard. She winced at the pain, and that was the end of that
day's experiment. But she noticed that the next time she explored her
young vagina, that same finger went in farther without hurting.
Charles
seemed happy with everything they did. As usual, he was happy just to
chat too, and never initiated any of their naughty play together. And
when she sat in his lap to snuggle, she might feel his hard penis
beneath her, but he never did anything.
But it was Catherine who
was uncomfortable. It was pretty clear that what Charles really wanted
was to get into her -- his penis into her vagina -- and she couldn't
accommodate him that way. Part of her knew that when she was a grown
woman, it would be part of her nature and duty to accommodate a man
that way -- she would have to if she wanted to have children, if
nothing else. And perhaps there was some confusion in her mind. She was
doing this naughty play with Charles to make him happy, and because she
liked it too, but it just seemed to her like she ought to be able to
play her part as an adult woman, not just a little girl.
In bed,
she jammed her thumb into her young vagina. Then she managed her middle
and index fingers at the same time. Each hurt, but once she got them
in, it didn't hurt the next time.
One day she was feeling
especially bad that Charles couldn't actually push his penis into her
body. With her index fingers inside herself, she suddenly yank them
apart. She felt a stinging pain and nearly cried out. Looking down, she
saw blood flowing. She was panicked, afraid she might have injured
herself and afraid of how she'd explain what had happened if she had to
tell her mother. But fortunately the bleeding subsided quickly.
She
avoided Charles for a week after that, which wasn't too unusual anyway.
But she didn't want to see him again until her vagina had stopped
hurting.
He
was up in position, mounted on his 8-year-old girl. His thrusts were
fast and hard. Catherine held her grip loosely to let him press against
her firmly on each in-stroke. She knew from long experience that he was
about to deliver.
"Press really hard, Charles," she whispered as the moment approached.
"Really hard!"
Charles
didn't answer, but when the moment came he did press much harder than
usual. And Catherine felt her body split open. It was a surprise, it
hurt, and it felt wonderful. Charles gave a choking cry and his penis
tip pulsed its load not at the opening, but from inside. His tip had
cleared her outer ring of muscles and the seed was delivered directly
into her vagina, deeper than ever before.
"What... What happened?"
"I made myself big enough for you," she said through her tears, smiling
gleefully.
"How... You shouldn't have!"
"Why not?"
"You're just a girl!"
"So?"
"I've taken your virtue?"
Catherine
hadn't thought of that angle; 'virtue' didn't mean much to her. "Mother
said you were supposed to teach me things, and I wanted you to teach me
how it felt to do it for real."
"I... I guess..." His face lit up. "Oh, you're so wonderful!" he said,
covering her with kisses of joy and appreciation.
Now
Charles could insert his penis tip into Catherine's vagina. He could
only get in a couple inches, so his strokes were short, but he found it
so exciting that he spurted his mess out quickly. No hands were
required. What's more, no saliva was required. They discovered that as
long as they kissed beforehand, she made her own lubrication! When
Charles wanted a lot of the stuff, he licked his girl Catherine between
her legs for a few minutes, and she was happy with that too.
Charles's
natural reflex was still to press his penis in just as he was releasing
his seed, and in the ecstasy of the moment he often pressed a little
harder than intended. Catherine sometimes winced a little, but the
long-term effect was that he could get into her three inches, then
four, then all the way. No matter how hard he pressed, their bodies
locked together on the outside and he couldn't get his tip any deeper.
He also calmed down some, taking more and more time to thrust in and
out of his girl before delivering his messy load.
And
the 8-year-old with the hairless female lips, narrow hips, and flat
chest discovered pleasure. Something about the experience of Charles's
penis thrusting in and out, gently and indirectly stimulating her girl
tissues made things click. She felt waves of pleasure building when he
was inside her. They never broke to give her a sense of release, but
she was aware that having this man's body thrusting his penis deep into
her body, his weight on her, felt really good to her physically. She
wasn't just enjoying it because she loved him and wanted him to be
happy -- as well as wanting to be grown-up and naughty. Of course the
fact that it was Charles attached to the penis, Charles humping in and
out, and Charles whose body convulsed in ecstasy as he filled her with
seed -- that made it much, much nicer.
Catherine
at eight and a half years old found she didn't want to sit in Charles's
lap any more. Sometimes she just wanted to sit with him and talk, but
if they were going to touch, she wanted to touch like grown-ups.
Sometimes they just lay spooned one way or the other, usually with his
larger body enfolding her smaller one. But as often as not, that happy
embrace followed a session of penis-in-vagina thrusting, mutual
pleasure, and delivery of another dose of seed from man to girl.
At
age nine she started having doubts, and as soon as she did, Charles did
too. They wondered how it would end. She'd try to not go to his room
for a few weeks, and of course he always accepted her withdrawals
graciously. Sometimes when she came to him, he resisted, telling her
she wasn't thinking straight and would regret it. They had quiet
fights. But when he insisted they not engage in their pretend
baby-making, she always realized later that he was right and thanked
him.
But he was weak too, and sometimes gave in to the pleading
from the young girl he loved so much. They managed two months in a
chaste friendship before she crept down the stairs to his room in the
middle of the night. Sleepy, with his defenses down, Charles didn't
stop himself from burying his penis deep in his girl and ejaculating in
her. And once their resolve was broken, they found ways to get together
every day for a few weeks and take intimate pleasure from each other's
body. But then they regained their resolve and abstained again.
One
thing that helped their plans to stop was deciding not to meet in his
room at all. Instead, they had occasional chats outside while Charles
did his gardening and kept up their friendship in that way. Catherine
agreed to Charles's suggestion to lock his door at night to discourage
any nighttime visits when his defenses were down.
And, although they couldn't know it at the time, they had their last
sexual encounter when Catherine was nine and a quarter.
Another
girl came into her life, Faith, and the two of them were close. She to
some extent fulfilled the role of confidante that Charles had played
for her. Soon Charles and Catherine related mostly as servant and
daughter of the family. Charles told her truthfully that it had been a
wonderful experience for him, bringing him happiness he had never
dreamed possible, and while he missed her, he was going to be just fine.