RESEARCH PROJECT
Chapter 1
By Apollon
A middle age man is drawn to a teen girl he has known most of her life. He concocts a theory about the sexual instincts of redheaded girls in jest only to discover it may have some validity. As in all of my writings the people, places and experiences are pure fiction. Mg
I had known Vicki all of her life. My wife and I had been friends with her parents forever, it seemed. Along with a few other couples we had socialized in a variety of ways while all of our kids were growing up. She had a sister two years her senior, a cute petite little “hotty”. But she was always sort of aloof around the grown ups. Not so with Vicki, at least not with me.
She was the typical little red head with milk white skin and freckles. Not ever to be a raving beauty she was, none the less, a cute one. From the time she was a toddler she seemed to migrate toward me when we were at gatherings that included the kids. She would land in my lap and straddle my knee and tease me in a perfectly innocent childhood way.
Even during the occasions when a little dress would ride up exposing her panties or my hand would come to rest on her bare legs or panty covered little butt, I thought nothing of it, certainly nothing sexual. She was my good friends’ little girl. She was a late bloomer and it wasn’t until she started high school that things started to change. Her slim body started to bloom and fill her clothes nicely. She was obviously not a voluptuous type nor would she be, just nicely rounded at the hips and just enough breasts to push her shirts out slightly. She still had the freckles and wore glasses. I had no idea if she was popular at school or a wall flower.
At about the same time she was blooming we began to see less of her. At her parents’ house she would be coming or going quickly with her friends, usually girls and she seldom would appear at other gatherings. When we did see her she would always grab me for a quick hug or shake her little bottom my direction and tease me.
Early in the fall she was beginning her senior year and our little group was gathering at the football stadium for some traditional tailgating before the game. My wife was out of town so I had volunteered our other ticket to anyone who wanted it. Surprisingly Vicki’s parents had said she would like it.
It was close to game time and Vicki had not yet arrived so I volunteered to wait and walk into the stadium with her. Her parents and the rest of the group had barely left when she trotted up to our parking area and grabbed me in a big bear hug. My arms instinctively surrounded the slim little body returning the attention.
“Hi,” she said pressing tightly against me. “Thanks for the ticket. I haven’t seen you in a long time.”
“Well whose fault is that?” I asked.
“Mine probably,” she grinned, but made no effort to release her tight grip on me, so I held on as well.
“So what have you been up to?” I asked.
“Oh just school,” then she paused eyeing me with a little gleam in her eye, “and growing up.” I sensed she was aware her firm little tits were pressing against me and it seemed she pressed even harder.
“I can tell,” I grinned back at her and rather than release her as propriety would indicate, I continued holding her against me. In fact, I dropped a hand a little and pressed even more at the small of her back. She was shorter than me by several inches but our bodies seemed to fit comfortably together. I looked into her freckled face and past the glasses at the mischief in her eyes.
“How can you tell?” she quizzed grinning at me and wiggling her chest a little. I didn’t respond just enjoyed the moment and felt my dick begin to swell. Vicki had to feel it, too and just continued to grin at me with her slightly upturned face and bright blue eyes.
“Oh I can tell,” I grinned back at her. Neither of us moved and it became quickly obvious that she was enjoying the flirtatious contact. “You know I’ve got this theory,” I offered after a few seconds.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“I have a theory that red heads are the most passionate lovers.” I watched as her grin spread over her face. “Of course, I’m still doing the research on it,” I added.
“Hmm, I might have to help you with that some time,” she sort of whispered. Then it seemed to occur to both of us that we had been locked together for more than a few minutes.
Reluctantly I pushed her back. “We better get into the game,” I said.
“I guess if we have to,” she answered a light flush over her milk-white skin.
All the way walking into the stadium and during the game with Vicki sitting beside me, I wondered what had come over me. My sex life had become a little mundane. My wife and I had been drifting a little, nothing serious, just giving each other some space. I suspected she had been seeing a guy she had met at work but I didn’t really feel threatened by it. We still made love but not as often and it wasn’t always as exciting as it once was.
But this was my friends’ seventeen-year-old daughter. What was I thinking? They always acted like she was younger than she was, I guess because of the late blooming thing. And they appeared to still treat her that way even though she had matured. And then my body recalled the feel of her little frame and how she had pressed against me and my head went into a tailspin.
Several times during the game while we were jumping up and down her eyes would meet mine or we would bump and rub against each other as happens in a crowd. She would always give a knowing grin. When the game was over, our team won, we filed back to the parking lot. She held on to my arm most of the way. I was a little paranoid but obviously no one paid much attention.
The group shared some hot coffee as it was getting cooler and in a few minutes Vicki announced she was leaving. Her parents gave her the obligatory instructions on a variety of subjects and right at the last she grabbed me and gave me a kiss on the cheek thanking me for the ticket. Then in a whisper added, “My mom and dad are going to be out of town next Saturday and my sister won’t be home. Maybe I could help you with that research.”
Before I could react to the invitation she pulled away with a little giggle and was gone. I looked around to see if anyone had overheard but no one had been paying much attention.
“So what was I going to do?” I kept thinking all week. My wife was still at her mother’s place a plane ride away; my kids were both away at college. I was faced with a Saturday of chores and football on TV. “Was she really serious? Did she know what she was doing to a horny ‘old man’?”
But then the feeling of electricity when she had pressed her small breasts against me overpowered my thinking and I had to take myself in hand to relieve the pressure. I was as horny as a schoolboy and letting my imagination move me to masturbation. Then on Thursday night, she called.
“You’re not going to stand me up on Saturday, are you?” the quiet voice on the line asked. “My sister goes to work at nine,” she added.
“How could I refuse?” I heard myself say.
“I hear you’re all alone over there this week,” the voice went on, “If it wasn’t a school night I’d come over and we could get started on your research.” There was a little chuckle at the end.
“Too bad it’s a school night,” I mused. We engaged in a little more idle chatter and rang off. She had decided for me.
I was still a little paranoid when I parked my car in their driveway and rang the doorbell. Vicki opened the door and ushered me in wearing a big grin, a sleeveless white shirt tied up under her smallish boobs baring the pale skin of her midriff and tight-fitting knit jeans-styled pants. She had on her usual glasses, and what appeared to be just a hint of make-up, a little blush and a touch of eye shadow that accented her pale blue eyes.
We had barely closed the door when she wrapped her arms around me. “I’m glad you came. I was afraid you’d chicken out.” She stepped closer. “I guess this research must really be important.”
“I think it really is,” I breathed already captivated by the sexual energy radiating from this teen-age girl.
“Well I’m not supposed to know anything about it if you asked my parents so we’ll just have to experiment.” With that said she reached up, put her arms around my neck and kissed me lightly on the lips.
Looking down into her eyes I asked, “Are you sure about this?”
“Absolutely,” she responded and kissed me hard. At that point the chemical reaction took place. Our lips parted and our tongues dueled. My arms went around her back and pulled her tightly to me. Once again I felt the hard little points of her tits against my chest. My hands drifted across the bare skin of her back below her shirt and down over the fabric of her pants that was tight across her slim butt. I could feel the line of a pair of skimpy panties beneath. She pressed tighter against me and flexed her hips as if searching for the bulge in my pants. She found it and I let my knees flex a little until my already solid rod brushed against her pubic bone. We rubbed together for a few minutes like two Jr. High kids in a slow dance. Then she pulled me farther into the living room.
Vicki pushed my jacket off onto the floor and reached for the buttons of my shirt. I responded in kind tugging at the shirt tails tied together until they were loose and then undoing the two buttons holding her shirt together. The front fell away exposing a small thin bra. It was almost like a training bra exposing two perfectly formed cones in sheer, tightly formed cups. Vicki continued with the buttons on my shirt smiling as she observed me looking at her.
When my shirt sleeves cleared my arms and fell to the floor we pressed together again and locked our lips. The points of her tits now pressed against my bare chest with only the thin bra fabric covering them. I resolved to eliminate even that barrier and slipped a hand up her back to the bra strap releasing the hook and letting the garment slide off of the girl’s slim shoulders and down between us. We pressed together again and Vicki rubbed her bare tits against me in small circles.
I felt the girl’s hand shaking as she slipped them between us and fumbled with my belt, snap and zipper. I waited until she had cleared the curve of my butt with my jeans and exposed the solid lump in my jockey shorts before I stepped back and bent down. Vicki gasped in surprise as my tongue circled one of her hard nipples before sucking it gently into my lips. As I administered to its twin she gripped the back of my head and groaned quietly.
While I sucked each nipple in and out and circled the entire cone with my tongue, I worked my hand around behind her hips finding the zipper I had located earlier. It came down easily allowing the band of pink elastic to show at her waist. When the pants cleared the girl’s hips I decided on a short cut and tugged at the elastic of her panties dropping them over the curve of her firm little butt to the top of her thighs along with her knit pants.
As more of her skin was exposed at her front I let my lips and tongue follow, and when the thin curly red hairs came into view I let my tongue probe into them bringing a giggle from above my head. But I distinctly felt pressure on the back of my head encouraging me lower.
I started to push her pants lower as we shuffled, almost stumbling to center of the room where I held on and lowered the slim little girl down to the carpet. Then I finished pulling the tight fabric until it cleared her white ankle socks. I was on my left side and started to move my right hand up the slim smooth leg eyeing the treasure at the top.
Vicki squirmed reaching for my pants which were just below my hips. “You, too,” she breathed and I helped as she pushed the front of my jockeys down letting my turgid tool escape. She quickly gripped it with her right hand while obsessively struggling to rid me of my pants. I leaned back and finished pushing them from my ankles. When I rolled forward she gripped my tool again so I responded by cupping her moist mound in my right hand.
She took in a quick breath when my probing finger found a stiff little knob at the end of the fleshy fold at the top of her crevice. We masturbated each other for several minutes as Vicki’s fingers fondled and examined my phallus and jewels. Remembering that she had encouraged my oral efforts, I interrupted her exploration of my package and moved my head over her pelvis. A little whine, almost a quiet squeal passed from her lips as she felt my lips and tongue on her feminine treasure. I tried to keep my mouth in contact as I slid over between her legs and became more aggressive with my tongue.
Vicki’s eyes were closed, her hands were on the back of my head her legs were widely spread and she was rolling her pelvis into my attentions. I gleaned that this was the first oral effort she had experienced. Then I felt her gently start to tug at my shoulder encouraging me upward. I complied moving my body between hers until I felt her hand come around my stiff penis and attempt to aim it toward her target.
My lips were near her ear now and I whispered, “I brought protection,” and started to reach for the foil packets I had carried in my pocket.
“It’s O.K., I’m on the pill.”
I was surprised but resumed the position quickly and rested my swollen tip at the entrance to her mystery. She spread more and I felt the moisture slicken the end of my dick. I pressed a little when I felt the opening slip past and after two slippery attempts held my rod against the opening and pressed until I felt the head pop in. Vicki immediately hunched her hips against me and pulled at my butt until I began to slide slowly in.
There was no barrier. She had done this before, but certainly not often. She was incredibly tight, but incredibly slick. I kept pressing my prick slowly into her love tunnel and in just a few seconds I could fell myself almost completely buried in this horny seventeen year old.
“Mmmmm,” Vicki murmured around my tongue as I probed her mouth. After holding still to bask in the glory of a tight teen pussy, I moved back a little then forward. Feeling my teen lover respond I moved a little more then a little more until lust overcame both of us and I began pounding into her as she thrashed back against me.
My mouth left hers as she gasped and wrapped her heels behind my legs and bucked upward into me. Then a little squeal erupted from her as I erupted in her. Her pussy tightened around me as I felt surge after surge of semen through my manhood like a windmill pumping into a pond. With each spurt I could feel Vicki’s loins spasm around me. When we finally stopped coming I had to rest on my elbows to keep from collapsing in heap on my new lover.
Vicki’s legs slipped from around me. After a few seconds I kissed her lightly on the lips. Her eyes came open and she grinned widely and giggled.
“Wow,” was all she said.
We were both flushed and sweaty. I kissed her on the end of the nose. “Sorry that was so quick,” I whispered. “You are so sexy I just couldn’t wait.” She grinned again and rose up enough to kiss me lightly
“I couldn’t wait either,” she mused, “I’ve already waited a long time for this,” she added.
“Oh, how long is that?” I questioned.
“Since I was eleven or twelve,” she said. “I kept flirting with you and you never noticed,” she observed.
“Oh I noticed,” I countered, “But obviously I couldn’t do anything about it.”
“I know,” she said, “Besides I wasn’t sexy then, just horny.”
“You were horny at eleven or twelve?” I questioned.
“Yes, she nodded, “And I still am. Isn’t that what your research tells you?” She was grinning up at me again.
“Well it isn’t conclusive yet,” I responded. “I think we have to continue the investigation.”
Vicki grinned up at me expectantly. We were both aware that my dick had not fully subsided and was still imbedded in the little red-headed fox. We were also fully aware that I was getting hard again and had started a slight in and out motion to encourage it. I knew pulling out would be messy and right now I was glad for the extra lubrication my previous emission had left behind.
We went slower the second time. I was able to reach a pillow from the sofa and slipped it under Vicki’s hips to give me a better angle. She had planted her feet on the carpet and spread them widely. It allowed me to move around on my knees so I could see my prick moving in and out her tight tunnel. I could run my hands over her slim body from the tops of her thighs to her firm little breasts and watch her revel in the touch.
I experimented with positions resting her thighs over mine then putting her legs over my shoulders. At one point I was able to massage her very stiff clit with my thumbs while slick pole move in and out bringing gasps of approval. All the while I kept a steady rhythm moving in and out of the slim girl’s tight pussy. As we neared nirvana again I rose up over her intertwining my fingers with hers to the side and slightly above her head. I could watch the pleasure come over her face as I worked my dick in and out and slowly raised the tempo. Her eyes were on mine and bright blue with ecstasy. Perspiration dampened her flushed brow and her lips were parted releasing an occasional whispered, “Ahh”.
When her breath started coming in gasps I whispered, “Are you ready?” She nodded vigorously and I pumped more quickly until I felt the volcano erupt and shivers run through the flesh that was joined with mine. When the wincing and gasping subsided we were left in a limp mound. I rolled slightly to the side to keep my weight off the smaller girl and needing a few minutes to recover.
“That was fun,” my lover breathed after few minutes. “Better than I ever imagined,” then she added, “And I imagined a lot.”
Feeling my now receding organ begin to slip from its confines, Vicki wiggled up grabbed her shirt bringing it to her crotch to keep a puddle from forming on the carpet, and jumped up to retrieve some tissue. She returned quickly and after we had cleaned the stickiness from our crotches, we spread towels on the couch to separate the upholstery from our sweaty bodies and sat down with sodas to cool off.
We sipped and traded small talk for a few minutes. Vicki was pressed firmly to my side and kept looking at me smiling. I put my arm around her and leaned over placing a gentle kiss on her lips. She giggled quietly and pulled my head to hers pressing her tongue where it had been just a while before. In a few short minutes we were grappling, groping and getting heated again.
Vicki’s hand found my once again swelling cock and my fingers brushed her tits and plunged to the residual wetness between her legs. Suddenly she pulled apart and jumped up.
“Let’s go take a shower before we do it again,” she said pulling me up with her. I watched as she started the water then invited me to follow after stepping in. She cautioned that she didn’t want to get her hair wet then proceeded to lather my body with soap covered hands. I returned the favor and followed suit when she gave extra attention to my crotch.
She stroked me to full attention and I probed at her honey spot. We rinsed the soap away and she turned abruptly shutting off the water. Turning back around she gripped my rigid phallus.
“I had to get you nice and clean ‘cause I wanted to try this.” With no hesitation she dove on one knee and pulled my prick upward covering the end with her mouth. It was an unexpected but pleasant surprise. She worked over the knob and made an effort to engulf more of my shaft getting almost half in before gagging. We were still in the shower enclosure and wet. I suggested we get out and continue after we dried off not wanting to over heat.
We toweled each other and were scarcely dry when Vicki dove to my organ again. Her hands were all over my balls until one came to rest at the base of my shaft while she began bobbing on the rest. I enjoyed as long as I could before pulling her to her feet.
“OK, my turn,” I said and started to kneel at her legs.
She stopped me before I reached the target. “Let’s go in my bedroom. It’ll be more comfortable,” and pulled me after her. She quickly pulled the quilt down on her single bed and sat on the edge leaning back on her elbows with her knees wide apart.
“Now what were you saying about your turn?” She grinned up at me expectantly. I knelt in front of her and leaned forward running my tongue over the tender inner flesh of her thighs. I traced up and down both limbs circling around the sparse red curls over her mound but avoiding the treasure as long as I could. Each time I got closer Vicki arched her pelvis invitingly toward my mouth. Her crevice seemed to open a little more and the small dangle of flesh seemed to get longer and firmer on the end like a tiny penis.
Finally I plunged my tongue into the depths and then surrounded the little tube of flesh with my tongue and sucked it in between my lips. Vicki almost shrieked with pleasure. Her legs came up and over my shoulders and I buried my face in her crotch, sucking, tonguing, and probing through several of her teen orgasms before she begged me to bury my dick in her instead.
I pulled her legs up onto the bed and squatted on my knees between her legs and raised her slim pelvis to my lap. Her saliva moistened snatch was spread expectantly and I rubbed the head of my dick in the crevice gathering some of the wetness before watching it disappear in one long slow stroke into Vicki’s warm, wet abyss.
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