RESEARCH PROJECT
Chapter 4 PROVING THE HYPOTHISIS
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. He encounters a young girl while traveling that makes him think his theory might be true. As in all of my writings the people, places and experiences are pure fiction. Mg
Spring was turning to an early summer. I had enjoyed another experiment with Vicki and been given an update on her friend, Jill. The once homely girl had begun to blossom finally and actually had a boyfriend. He was quiet and nerdy, according to Vicki, but after Jill had taken his virginity they had commenced fucking like mink in heat. He was a red-head, too. Vicki was staying busy, graduating from school, getting a job, and dating regularly. I assumed our little research project was history and resigned myself to working and keeping my wife happy. Life was good.
One of my major accounts decided to have a retreat for buyers and executives disguised as a review of lines. Suppliers and vendors were invited to attend and pay for it. Who could refuse? Families could be included but my wife was still engaged professionally and opted not to take time off. So I developed a short presentation and booked flights to the closest airport to the resort.
The waiting area at the airport started getting crowded and I glanced up from my book several times to observe the gathering passengers. I noticed a few familiar faces that were obviously going where I was and was a little surprised that several had brought their families with them. One such group had gathered at the far end of the waiting area having found only a couple of empty seats. I recognized the man as an account executive and trainer; the nicely dressed lady was obviously his wife. Then there was a boy about fifteen with dark rusty colored hair and kind of a scruffy look, and a girl about twelve.
It was the girl that caused me to glance up again. As one might guess she was red-haired, fair and freckled reminding me of a younger Vicki. I smiled to myself getting back to my book. But the coincidence was too much and I glanced up again. The teen boy had sat on the floor next to the windows and engaged in a small electronic puzzle or game. His head was bent and he stared through glasses at the tiny screen. He was wearing cotton Bermuda-style shorts and a tee shirt. Every few minutes he would let one hand drop to press against the little tent in his shorts. \
For lack of a chair the girl had perched on a small suitcase. She wasn’t a skinny girl nor was she chubby. She was wearing designer sweats and a loose top that disguised what amount of pubescent body development she possessed. Her blue eyes danced around the room as if she expected someone might be looking at her. When I looked away and then looked back, it was obvious why. Her suitcase was wedged tightly between her legs as she straddled it and her hips were moving ever so slightly. When I looked discreetly over my book I confirmed it. The little girl was frigging herself on her suitcase, perhaps the handle.
I tried to watch without staring. The girl began to concentrate a little more and moisture was starting to show on her forehead. Just as my interest began to raise my maleness, I saw the girl sort of shiver and then look quickly around. Just then our flight was called.
When we boarded the plane I found my seat next to a window and was surprised when the little family slid in the aisle across from mine. The man nodded in recognition then refereed the disagreement when the boy had nabbed the window seat. His mom and dad directed the girl across to the opposite aisle seat one over from mine. There was no one between us and I leaned over to the girl. “I’ll switch with you if you like and if your parents don’t care. I don’t care about a window.”
“Would you?” the sulky look on the girl’s face quickly faded into a half smile.
“Sure, I don’t mind,” I answered.
“Is it OK, dad?” the girl asked leaning across the aisle.
“Sure, if he doesn’t mind,” he answered. “Thanks, he added, and looked at me with a look of appreciation at solving the sibling contest. The girl jumped up and I scooted to the aisle and mentioned the move to a flight attendant. A few minutes later we were buckled in and taxiing.
The girl turned and smiled. “Thanks; I really like to look out when we take off and land,” she said. “You can’t see much when we’re in the air but its fun to guess where we are.” I smiled and nodded as she turned quickly back to the window.
It was a two and a half hour flight and for the first part I visited across the aisle with the girl’s dad who had a major role in the presentation we were attending. Mine was minor; it involved a short set-up and only fifteen minutes of presentation after waiting my turn with several other small vendors. We were served coffee and small pastries and after a while I settled back with my book, like most other passengers who chose to read or nap.
I had noticed that the girl had left the little table down and as she turned her body toward the window her hand was strategically between her legs. I looked away to see if anyone else could see deciding I was probably the only one who could. Being careful to only glance sideways so as not to draw attention I could see her stealthily press against her crotch and then move slightly. Every so often she would glance around to see if anyone was looking. I made sure I was looking at my book.
The flight attendant startled the girl when she came around picking up cups and trash and suggesting she raise the little table. Reluctantly the girl complied and I sensed we were both disappointed. Then a few minutes later I noticed her pressing against her wrist again. I had to laugh at myself. I hadn’t thought about my little joke about redheads being more passionate. But this little girl was horny and she was also a redhead.
She looked around kind of desperately at one point. The air had become cooler as it often does on long flights and I was inspired when I saw the flight attendant passing out blankets in the front of the cabin. I stood up and retrieved one where I had seen it in the overhead bin and handed it over to the girl.
“Here it’s getting chilly in here; you might need this…if you want to cover up,” I said with a wink. She looked at me suspiciously for a few seconds before taking the blanket.
“Thanks,” she said. Then as I settled back in my seat she was still looking at me and I detected a little sly smile. She pulled the blanket around her and turned toward the window as she was before. I returned to my reading wondering if the girl would use the blanket or if the little display was over. The passengers seemed to settle and the plane was quiet. Lots of people were dozing due to the early departure. Some fifteen or twenty minutes later I noticed a slight motion and glanced sideways without turning my head. The girl was staring almost blankly out of the window. The blanket was moving in such a way that I could only imagine the girl’s hand inside her sweats and her fingers pummeling her sex. The motion continued and once in a while the girl would glance around then return her attention to the window. I suspected her attention was really elsewhere. My suspicions were confirmed when I heard a quiet intake of air and sensed a little shudder in her body. Then she leaned back looking quickly around with an almost guilty look. I tried not to but I couldn’t help glancing sideways letting our eyes meet. A flash of fear crossed the girl’s face. I simply smiled and gave her a wink and turned back quickly as I saw her start to blush.
When the plane landed and had taxied to the terminal there was the usual bustle of passengers gathering stuff, anxious to deplane. As we stood the girl pushed the blanket aside and said, “Thanks for that,” and gave me a questioning look, “My name’s Elizabeth.”
“No problem,” I said, “My name’s Charles.”
As we shuffled in the aisle, the girl’s dad turned to me and said, “I guess we’re heading the same direction,” and added some small talk while we exited the plane. When we retrieved our bags we were directed to two small busses that would take us the thirty-odd miles to the resort. I found myself in the second bus while Elizabeth and her family were in the first.
I found my room, unpacked and arranged, reviewed the amenities of the resort and the schedule that had been prepared for us. The place was picturesque and well-appointed with a large pool and veranda in the center, with an adjoining arcade for kids, a pristine golf course a stone’s throw away, and a historic old town with the traditional tourist attractions a short drive from the resort. A buffet lunch was being served in the coffee shop which opened onto the poolside veranda and after a few more arrivals from various locations there was a short welcome and orientation meeting.
There was to be a cocktail party and casual dinner that night, also at poolside, and entertainment later in the lounge. My presentation would be fairly early in the morning and all such would be completed before noon. Then a variety of activities were planned like golf and tours to tourist attractions followed by a more formal dinner in the evening. I was a less that average golfer and not really interested in tours so nothing really appealed to me. It was obvious I was going to have some time on my hands. It wasn’t unexpected so I had brought some work and a supply of reading material and intended to take advantage of the spacious pool and sun deck to just relax.
There were quite a few people in the pool when I slipped on some trunks and made my way out to the veranda. Most of the lounge chairs were occupied but I found a couple vacant partially shaded by a big umbrella. I would have preferred sunshine but most of those were occupied. As I spread a towel and settled on the chaise I glanced at the pool and was looking right at the ladder on the side when Elizabeth, the girl from the plane emerged dripping from water.
I was stunned. The sweats she was traveling in suggested the average preteen, budding but still immature. Elizabeth was more than that. What the sweats hadn’t revealed was that she was well past the budding stage and on her way to a knock out body. She was wearing a pale green, one piece swim suit that was thin and snug and displaying much more figure that one might have expected. Her breasts were still high on her chest but firm and round like half of a grapefruit. Her narrow waist tapered quickly over her widening hips into a nicely rounded butt and slim, straight legs dropped from her high cut suit. Her milky skin was light flecked with freckles and was a nice contrast to her pale green suit. Her curly red hair was held up by some sort of band as opposed to a cap.
As she emerged from the pool and turned she glanced my way and smiled giving me a little wave. I waved back and she paused as if letting me get a good look at her then turned, rounded the pool and plunged back in the water. I had assumed the girl was twelve or thirteen but she obviously had matured early. Aside from the adventures with our friend’s daughter and the one with her friend were the only times I’d ever been involved with young girls. But that had been months ago. And there was something intriguing about this girl.
I had witnessed what I assumed to be her efforts to masturbate, even to orgasm on the plane. And she had that provocative look in her eye that knows men are looking at her and she likes it. And then I had to chuckle to myself; she was a redhead. For the better part of a half hour I watched over the top of my magazine hoping the sunglasses would disguise where I was focused. Elizabeth continued to plunge and dive in the pool and then slowly climb the ladder directly in line with my view giving me ample opportunity to observe her body. She would pause at the top as if sensing I was looking at her. She would pull up the top where it dropped slightly revealing the curve of her breasts or pull the bottoms away from her well-pronounced mound to hide the glimpse of the camel toe I had seen.
The girl’s brother, whose name I learned was Rodney, was in the pool as well and was hanging around with a younger boy. He followed his sister up the ladder several times in order to plunge in again. I couldn’t help but notice he was almost a red head, but his hair was much darker, a rusty brown color. I also noticed his trunks tended to droop when he came out of the water but didn’t disguise the lump that seemed to stick out. The boy seemed unconcerned, simply tugged his trunks up and went back in the water.
Several times the boys paused in conversation with each other, nodding toward Elizabeth, and a few times engaged her as well. At one point the younger boy swam over to the ladder leaving the girl and her brother in conversation. As the younger boy emerged up the ladder he pulled the speedo-like trunks away from his slim frame but not before I had discerned a small but very stiff little tube under the red fabric. Then as he plunged back in the pool and rejoined Elizabeth’s brother, huddling in the corner, the red-headed girl swam over to the ladder and pulled herself out again.
This time she went over to the lounge where her towel was, dried herself a little then looked my way. She picked up her sunglasses and came toward me. I dropped my eyes to the magazine. “Is this taken?” she asked gesturing to the lounge chair next to me.
“No, it’s not. You’re welcome to it if you like,” I said. Most of the other vacant chairs were in the sun. These were kind of off to one side.
“It’s in the shade,” she offered, as she settled on the lounger. “I need to stay out of the sun when I can; I burn real easy. I don’t tan; I just get more freckles and more ugly.” She rubbed a little lotion on her arms.
“Well I think freckles are cute,” I said, “And you’re certainly not ugly.”
A little smile tugged at the corners of the girl’s mouth. “You were looking at me in the pool,” she said, more of a statement than a question.
“Yes, I was, and on the plane; you’re a very pretty girl.” I hesitated a second or two. There was a flash of concern on the girl’s face and I recognized her question and decided to put it to rest. “And I saw what you were doing,” I added quietly, “That’s why I gave you the blanket.” I felt like I was telling her what she already suspected.
“Umm, it’s kind of embarrassing,” she said quietly, “I mean; you know my dad and all.”
“We just met a couple of times. I don’t really know him. And besides, it’s a private thing,” I said. “Everybody does it.”
She smiled with a look of relief. “I know, some people think it’s nasty but I just can’t help it sometimes and I just get carried away. My mom says it’s just hormones. My brother does it all the time and my dad doesn’t say anything but he gets kind of mad when I do it, well, when he catches me.” The girl turned and looked at me and I could see through the sun glasses she wondered if she had said too much.
“Well when those hormones are running it’s one way to get relief. And boys do it a lot.” There was a little silence. “So do you do it a lot?” I asked, then quickly wondering if I should have.
“Umm, I don’t know, I guess; not as much as my brother but maybe more than other girls,” she said.
“Well, you know we all have different urges especially when we’re young and our hormones take control. So how old are you?” I asked.
“I’m twelve,” she offered.
“I would have guessed older,” I said, acknowledging to myself the girl acted twelve but had an older body.
“My mom says I’m old for my age,” she offered with a note of pride. “I was the first girl in my class to wear a bra.” She sort of bunched her chest with her upper arms emphasizing what she had just said.
“You know I’ve got this theory that red-heads are more passionate lovers,” I said.
“You mean we’re hornier than most people?” she retorted quickly. “I know I am and so is my brother. He couldn’t wait to get in the room and jack off because he didn’t get to this morning before we left.” Then she covered her mouth and said, “I can’t believe I’m saying all this to you.” She eyed me closely. “But you’re really nice and I feel like I can say stuff….”
“You can say anything you want, or do anything you want, and no one will ever hear it from me,” I said.
Elizabeth leaned back and dropped her legs flat on the chaise giving me a good look at the prominent mound between her legs. Her suit was clinging enough to show a shadow on the mound I assumed to be pubes and a clearly defined slit. While I studied her she was looking me over as well and no doubt noticed the bump that had formed even in my loose trunks. We both started to recognize the animal magnetism growing between us and I felt myself being drawn into an abyss.
Then people started gathering and heading back to their rooms in anticipation of the cocktail party and pending dinner. First the young blonde boy then Elizabeth’s brother got out of pool unconcerned that his little pole was tenting his trunks and waved at her to follow. She turned and sat up pulling off her sunglasses and smiling at me. “What room are you in?” she asked. I told her. “We’re just down the hall from you,” she said. The halls were actually open air passageways and ours was on the back of one wing of the spacious resort. “Mom and dad couldn’t get an adjoining room,” she said, “So my brother and I are sharing. We have separate beds,” she added quickly. “Maybe I’ll come and visit,” she said over her shoulder as she walked away. I detected a sly smile and felt a little rush before shaking it off.
The evening meal was casual but most men wore jackets, ladies in cocktail dresses. We were grouped around banquet tables, ten to a table, served appetizers and salads and then in groups sent to the buffet. I had trouble keeping from looking at the table nearby where Elizabeth was sitting with her brother and parents. She was wearing a navy blue sun dress with tiny white polka dots. Her shoulders were bare except for thin straps and the dress was clingy enough show a little cleavage and to draw attention to her budding figure. I noticed the slim blonde boy her brother Rodney had befriended ogling the girl and tried not to do so myself.
Our eyes met each time I glanced her way and then we both looked away. Finally we met at the desert table. “Are you going to the lounge after dinner?” She asked quietly, when she was sure she wasn’t over heard.
“Maybe for minute or two,” I said. “Maybe make an appearance and then go back to my room.”
“I don’t want to just go back to the room,” she said, selecting a piece of cake. Elizabeth glanced around and leaned forward to whisper, “My brother’s trying to get, John that boy to go back to our room after dinner. So I might just walk around or I might come and visit.” And then she slipped away back to her table. I couldn’t help but follow her move back to her table.
After downing a cup of coffee I followed the crowd to the lounge. The band was starting, a kind of country rock style. The occasional partiers and amateur drunks had started to fill the dance floor and tables, I felt out of place, and left. In fact, I started walking the spacious grounds hoping to see the little red head.
A beautifully landscaped curving walkway around the spacious grounds led from the main building around the small lake. It was lit dimly by pathway lights and glowing stars. Benches were placed intermittently around looking out over the lake. It was on one of those that I saw her. When I approached Elizabeth turned quickly and appeared to pull her hand out of her lap. She smiled broadly when she saw me.
“You didn’t stay long at the party,” she observed, and patted the curved stone bench beside her inviting me to sit.
“Nah, it was too crowded. Besides, I was kind of hoping I’d find a beautiful girl wandering around out here in the dark.”
“Too bad; all you found was me,” she said with a smirk.
“Oh, I think I did alright,” I said, “You were the prettiest girl in the dining room, especially in that dress.”
The light reflecting off of the lake displayed a pleased look at the compliment. “Why, thanks,” she said. “I do like this dress,” she added, “It makes me feel kind of sexy.” She glanced down where her preteen cleavage seemed to be more visible. “I don’t wear a bra with it,” she announced, glancing up at me to make sure I was noticing. I had already. Then a sly look came over her face. “Sometimes I don’t wear anything under it.”
“Is this one of those times?” I asked.
“Maybe, she said with another sly smile, “I guess, you’ll just have to find out,”.
I looked at the girl trying to decide if she was serious. The last time a girl her age had tried to seduce me it my friend’s virginal daughter and no way could I respond. This girl was far worldlier and my balls were taking control of my brain. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse.
“Maybe I will,” I said and glanced around to ensure I wouldn’t be seen and slid over closer to the girl. I put my right hand around her back and slid my left across and rested it on her knee. I slowly slid my hand up her bare leg under the hem of the filmy dress. She leaned back slightly and let her legs part. If she wasn’t serious she would stop me right then. Since I was being met with invitation rather than objection, I let my fingers move over the top of her thigh and up the inside of the soft flesh until I felt the warmth of her sex and the slight tickle of tiny pubes.
“Hmm, there doesn’t seem to be anything in the way,” I said, feeling nothing but bare skin. Elizabeth chuckled at my discovery. I cupped my hand over the naked puffy mound where I knew the crevice to be and felt a firm finger of flesh. Elizabeth gasped a little too loudly when my fingers brushed over it. I recognized a fairly large firm clit and massaged it again. Elizabeth gasped again spread her legs widely and hunched against my hand. This girl was seriously horny. I pulled her to me and kissed her firmly on the mouth.
She must not have had much experience at kissing. Her lips were firm in surprise at first but quickly softened and parted in response to mine. When I probed with my tongue she met mine with hers in a duel. I rubbed her mound firmly and pried at her nether lips with my fingers. She was already moist. I quickly traced down her warm crevice and felt the girl roll to my finger as I found the opening and slipped it in. She groaned in response and pulled away from my face as I pumped my finger deeper in her slick inviting hole but she kept her arms around my neck. “I’m not a virgin,” she whispered, “More fingers.” I quickly complied with two finding access smooth, slick and easy.
Using a technique I had practiced before, I plunged fingers in and used my thumb to massage the firm little clit. I only employed it a few seconds before Elizabeth bucked and gasped and clamped her legs on my hand. It was only then that a sound on the path some distance behind us reminded us that someone coming down this side path could see us, and we sat up scooting apart and I quickly pulled my hand out from under her skirt.
Gradually the sounds and whoever was making them passed by our side path and bench. We looked at each other grinning in the dark. I was relieved that I was not discovered sitting in the dark with a pre-teen girl. “That was nice,” Elizabeth said quietly, “I should do something for you.” She moved closer again and I felt her hand at my crotch. Before I could protest she had found and pulled the zipper on my slacks.
“Umm, this is probably not a good idea,” I said as I felt fingers fish my swelling cock out of my boxers.
“Oh, nice,” the girl said, trying to jerk me off inside my pants.
When she started to pull me out I felt a flash of panic, and stopped her hands. “As much as I would like to keep going we can’t do this; not out here,” I whispered and pushed her hand away and zipped up. She looked up with a look of disappointment. “But I appreciate the thought,” I said and leaned forward kissing her gently on the lips. I don’t know how much experience the girl had with kissing but when I leaned back she had a real schoolgirl smile.
“Maybe I better go back to the room,” she said, “And see if my brother and his new friend are in the room. Then he won’t come looking for me,” she added, “Then maybe I’ll come to your room.”
We walked up the short distance to the main path and I let the girl go on up ahead of me. When I reached my room I looked down the covered walkway where I knew Elizabeth and her brother’s room to be but saw no one. I slipped in the door and took off my jacket. Stepping around the corner I filled the plastic bucket with ice, returned to the room helping myself to a scotch from the little courtesy bar and slipped off my loafers.
Ten minutes passed then twenty. When over a half hour had gone by I deduced that my new little friend wasn’t going to visit after all. I was both disappointed and relieved fully aware that having a twelve-year-old in my room was probably not a good idea. I hadn’t really expected it to happen but I was still hopeful especially after the girl had let me get her off and announced that she wasn’t a virgin. Just as I was about to give up there was a gentle tap on the door. I opened it to Elizabeth who slipped in quickly and closed the door behind her.
“So did the boys come back to your room” I asked.
“Yes,” she nodded, “And they were naked and already playing around.”
“And you didn’t want to stay and do it with them?” I quipped.
“I did for a little while,” she said. “I scared John, when I walked in on them and my brother said I since I saw him naked I should let him see me. So I took my dress off and we messed around a little and then I left; I wanted to visit you. I still owe you.”
The girl move closer and reached for the belt on my slacks. She had replaced the navy blue clingy dress with a loose fitting poolside cover up the kind you’d see over a swim suit. It buttoned down the front and fell to the middle of her bare thighs. I suspected she was naked underneath and as I felt my zipper slide and my slacks fall to the floor I reached for the buttons and confirmed it. While I pushed the fabric off of her shoulders Elizabeth tugged at my boxers letting my dick escape and point quickly up at her. She moaned an approval and hesitated a second letting me look at her total nudity then grabbed by cock with a purpose.
“Mm, nice and big,” she observed as she began stroking my cock with an obviously practiced hand. I let my hand drift to her chest and cup the small firm tits that were blossoming on her chest. We stood there a couple of minutes feeling each other up. She inspected my package as I enjoyed the look and feel of her naked body. Then she looked up unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off. She looked me up and down, focused on my dick and said,” I know what boys like,” and dropped to her knees, grabbed my shaft and covered the knob with her mouth.
I couldn’t stifle a groan as she sucked my swollen crown. She couldn’t get more than the end in her mouth but obviously knew how to compensate by stroking me with her hand as well. Recognizing how quickly this would bring results I pulled the girl to her knees and guided her back to the bed. She pushed me on to my back and dove on my dick again. I let her go for a few more minutes. “Oh, yeah, boys really like this,” I said. Then needing to delay the result added, “But so do girls,” and pushed the pre-teen over on her back. Lifting her legs I pushed my face between them seeing her eyes widen.
The sparse red pubic hairs didn’t cover the lips of her pussy. They were puffy, almost swollen and I detected some moisture. The little dangle of flesh was larger than average and her clit was protruding from its little hood. I shoved my face into her crotch and lapped at the moisture with my tongue. There was a mixture of salty almost pungent tastes as I poked my tongue into her hole and then found her clit with my lips.
I had no idea if she had ever experienced this but when she began thrashing around in ecstasy she groaned…”Oh my God… Oh shit…I’ve never had this… I mean my brother never… “Then she almost yelped and I felt her body spasm much as it had on the bench to my fingers then she jerked again and then groaned, reaching for my arms and pulling me upward. “Oh my God…do me now…fuck me.”
I was more than ready and slid up her body lifted her legs over mine, rubbed the tip in her crevice gathering moisture, settle the tip at the opening and then plunged my dick into her warmth. She had said she wasn’t a virgin and that was obvious as my dick slid in easily, past the crown and then halfway down the shaft. She was tight as I expected but accepted my intrusion as I pressed in until my stiff pole was almost fully imbedded and our pubes almost touched.
Pulling back a little I pushed again feeling the girl’s body arch up to meet mine. I couldn’t hold back and started humping more rapidly into her feeling my eruption building. She grabbed at my butt splayed her legs widely and started meeting my strokes. She was making little mewing sounds and gasping comments; “Oh, so good…mmm, yes…big…keep going…make me come,” then I did, then she did. I blasted copious amounts of come into her preteen womb without any concern that she might be fertile. A few seconds later she gasped and her body convulsed around mine as my cock continued to spurt into her.
I had experienced frantic fucks during my hippie life-style in college and as a young adult. And more recently enjoyed the gentle seduction of a friend’s seventeen-year-old daughter. Despite the fact that it had waned over the last couple of years my wife had been an aggressive and enjoyable sex partner. But I had never imagined or experienced blatant lust and horniness in a girl so young.
We lay there side my side for a few minutes letting the heat and moisture of our bodies dissipate. Then Elizabeth chuckled quietly. “That was so good,” she said, “I’ve never, you know, got off like that, what you did.” I knew what she meant.
“I’m glad you liked it,” I said, “I liked what you did, too. You were really good, so I had to return the favor.
“I’ve done it for boys before,” she admitted, “But none would do it for me. I think I’m leaking,” she added look down at her crotch. I jumped up and grabbed a wash cloth and a towel. She shoved the wash cloth quickly between her legs. “And I really liked the other part,” the girl went on, “It’s really good with a man.” She rolled her eyes at me as if wondering if she should say more. “Boys just want to stick it in and get off and then they’re done, well most of the time anyway.”
“So I guess you’ve done this a few times, before?” She nodded sheepishly. “With your brother?” I asked, recalling what she had let slip a couple of times. She nodded again.
“And a friend of his,” she said quietly, and a couple of others.
“Ever done it with a grown man?” I asked.
“Just one time, well a couple of times one weekend a few weeks ago, with my uncle,” she said. “And it was so good, like with you. That’s why I wanted to do it with a man again.”
“So how long have you been doing it? How did it start?” I asked.
She looked thoughtful for a moment and then started; “Well when I was about ten I got home early and walked in on my brother. He and a friend were naked and jerking each other off. They didn’t see me for a little bit until I asked them what they were doing. They got all mad and said I couldn’t tell what I saw. I told ‘em I wouldn’t but I wanted to know what they were doing. They said they’d tell me but I had to get naked, too so they knew I wouldn’t tell. So I did and they showed me and then started rubbing me, you know, and had me doing them, and then it was like fireworks going off and I loved it. After that I kept doing it, you know rubbing myself off and sometimes I did it with my brother.”
We’d sit on the sofa with a blanket over us and do each other. And he kept trying to get me to let him put his dick in me, you know, saying how good it would feel. I wanted to try it but I was kind of scared.
“And sometimes I’d hear my mom and dad doing it; they left the door open sometimes and weren’t real quiet. Then one night when I’d just turned eleven my mom and dad came home kind of drunk one night and they didn’t even get to the bedroom before they started screwing in the living room. I was still awake and watched them from the top of the stairs and it made me horny and I started doing myself. Then my brother slipped up behind me and started watching them, too. Then he reached around and pulled my panties down and started doing me with his finger. Then I felt his dick press against me and he just led me into his room laid me back on his bed and pushed his dick into me. It hurt at first but the more we did it the better I liked it.”
While she had been telling me her story, I had been gently stoking the front of her body leading down to her mound. I brushed the sparse hairs with my finger and then started stroking the little nub again. The girl grabbed my hand and pressed it against her crotch. “And now I want to do it all the time; I can’t get enough and if we’re going to do it again we better hurry so I can get back to our room.”
I didn’t require another suggestion. My dick was already at attention again and I simple rolled over, slid between the girl’s thighs and positioned my turgid dick at her entrance again. She was wet from her own juices and the residue of my previous come and I slid back it with little resistance bringing an approving groan from the pre-teen girl. I started slowly taking long deliberate strokes. I sensed urgency in Elizabeth and gradually began speeding up.
My arms were stretched out straight on either side of the girl’s shoulders with her hands resting on them. Her grapefruit sized tits were flattened slightly against her chest and her legs were splayed out widely. Her eyes were open and her face bore a look of total lust. As I humped harder sliding my full length in and out I felt her hips rise to meet me and I was fearful of slipping out. Then I felt it coming on again. “I hope you’re ready; here it comes.” The girls nodded just as I felt several more ropes of come flood her pre-teen womb. Just then her body began to shiver, her mouth opened in a silent, “ahh,” and she groaned.
The spasms in my dick had barely subsided when Elizabeth pushed me off, grabbed some tissue and wiped the residue from her pussy. Then she grabbed the poolside cover-up, slipped it on and made for the door. She paused a few seconds. “That was fun,” she said. “You’re really cool. Maybe I’ll see you tomorrow,” and then she was gone.
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