RESEARCH PROJECT
Chapter 5 Final Analysis
By Apollon
The man’s theory gains even more validity when he returns home. As in all of my writings the people, places and experiences are pure fiction. Mg
Mg, bg, inc.
Despite my amazement at the previous night’s events, I was up early, reviewed my notes, and was right on time and on top of my presentation. The client seemed pleased and committed to sampling several more of my company’s products. The trip was a success. Especially considering I had confirmed, to myself at least, that there had to be a genetic trait that stimulated red heads to a higher state of sexual passion. What other explanation could there be for the experience I had enjoyed the previous night with the twelve-year-old girl.
I experienced a few flashes of paranoia at the possibility of discovery and even a little guilt at the experience with one so young. But then I recalled the account of the girl’s active sex life that even included her brother and let my concern fade resigning myself to having enjoyed a rare, one-time event.
The presentations continued and since I had opted to stay for the dinner being hosted that evening, and an early morning flight, there was some time to kill. I bought a new Clancy book from the gift shop and grabbed an early lunch in the coffee shop. A short time later the afternoon activities were staging; a group headed for the golf course, and a couple of others gathered for trips to tourist attractions and shopping. I opted for none of the activities content for a chance to relax with a good book before going back in the morning to my work routine. As one group departed I noticed the brother of the red-headed girl and his new young friend heading toward a bus with their parents and assumed the girl to be ahead of them.
After changing into trunks and a golf shirt, I settled at one end of the pool in a small cabana. Since the pool was virtually empty I waded in and swam a few laps before getting out and settling back to read. Almost all of the group had departed and there were only a few people around the pool and I quickly got absorbed in the book. I was surprised when a quiet voice interrupted. “I’m surprised to see you here; I thought you’d be playing golf.” I looked up to see a grinning Elizabeth.
“Nah, I don’t play very well. I just decided to relax, maybe swim a little,” I said. “Me too,” she said, “I got up late, and I didn’t want to go on those dumb tours, but my brother and his friend went, and the dads are playing golf. So can I sit here with you?”
“Of course,” I said and moved over. The cabana was actually a lattice cover over several lounges and Elizabeth picked one, dropped a towel and some lotion and slipped the lacy, thigh-length white beach cover off of her shoulders. I had to catch my breath. The green one-piece suit she had worn yesterday was revealing enough, but today she was boldly displayed in a powder blue bikini that was scarcely more than triangles and strings. The roundness of her small grapefruit breasts was trying to show outside the fabric which clearly defined the little pointed tips. Her puffy mound pressed at the lower triangle showing a shadow of her thin pre-teen pubes and slit.
The girls grinned at my reaction; “So do you like this suit,” she said in a mocking tone.
“It doesn’t hide much,” said trying not to gawk. “My mom doesn’t know I brought this,” she said smugly. “She says it shows too much. But then you’ve seen it all anyway,” and she plopped down on the chaise. “What are you reading?” she asked.
While I struggled to describe the book and the author I couldn’t keep from letting my eyes drift over the obscenely sexy twelve-year-old. She was aware the effect she was having and exploited it arching and flexing to show off her features. Then as my book descriptions waned she announced, “That was really fun last night.”
“Yes it was,” I agreed, feeling a tingle in my loins.
“When I went back to the room my brother’s friend was still there and they were still playing around,” the girl said, with a sly smile.
“So did you join them?” I asked. “Umm hum,” she nodded.
“Tell me about it,” I continued.
“Maybe,” she said smugly, “But I’m going to swim first,” she added, and jumped up heading for the side of the pool. What few eyes were around turned to take in the saucy young girl with the racy bikini. Male faces approved but the few females reacted with some scorn. I simply watched trying to keep my cock from reacting stiffly. When she got out of the pool the pale blue fabric was virtually transparent and I had to position my book to hide my erection. The girl was smiling proudly as she padded back to the cabana. “I don’t wear this much,” she said picking up a towel, “It’s too see through.” She slipped the white lacy cover up on before settling back on the chaise.
“Well it certainly attracted attention,” I observed. She glanced over at me with a look that said she recognized I had a hard on. “Looks like I got your attention,” she quipped. Then she leaned back and pulled the towel up drying her hair. “Wearing it kind of makes me horny, too,” she added quietly. Then I noticed one hand sneak under the towel while she continued to dry with the other. Like Elizabeth had done on the plane she was stealthily rubbing herself under the towel.
“Someone might see you doing that,” I said quietly.
“Just you,” she said, “And I can’t help it; I’m horny again.” The motion under the towel was a little too obvious. “Let’s go to your room,” she said.
It was an offer I couldn’t refuse. “OK,” I responded, “But not together. I’ll go first and leave the door ajar. Just check for a maid or anyone watching.” I wondered if I was losing my mind meeting a twelve-year-old girl in my room in broad daylight. But the pull of the girl was way too strong to deny. I stood up and trudged around the hallway and passages to my room conscious of the bulge in my trunks. The maid had already made up the room and no one was in sight on my side of the building. I left the door ajar and kept an eye to the opening to watch for potential observers. I saw no one and then Elizabeth appeared looking cautiously around and slipping in as I held the door.
She threw her arms around me at once; “Kiss me like you did last night.” I bent to her face and pressed my lips to hers. Her tongue quickly tangled with mine. I lifted her slightly off the floor letting my hard dick press into her crotch. As I eased her down she reached for the drawstring on my trunks and began to fumble with it. She shoved her hand inside the waistband and gripped my swelling member while she pulled on my trunks. By the time she got the elastic past my turgid tool I had loosened the strings on her bikini top and let the small garment fall to the floor. Before I could get my mouth to her naked breast, she dropped to her knees and covered my knob with her mouth sucking and tonguing as much as she could get in. I knew I wouldn’t last long and stood the girl up, pulled the strings on her small suit bottom and maneuvered her to the bed laying her back before I dove between her legs.
Despite her tender years the girl had an elongated clit like one might expect on a more mature woman and it was as stiff as my penis. I sucked it in like the smallish dicks I had savored at scout camp as a boy and quickly brought squeals and groans from the girl. I spread her legs and nether lips and probed with my tongue and then my finger. In a few short minutes I felt Elizabeth shudder and her body spasm as she allowed little squeaks of pleasure. She bucked her pelvis against my face and hand.
By now my balls had taken control of my brain and I moved up over the pre-teen girl and aimed at her portal. She spread her legs widely and reached for me as anxious as I was. I slipped my tip in her crevice and slid down to the opening. Elizabeth arched her body and I slid slowly into her wet slick portal. Her tunnel was firm and gripped me nicely, but not as tight as one might expect a twelve-year-old to be. The girl was accustomed to a male organ. She groaned as I pressed all the way in, pulled back slowly then began a steady fuck. As my tempo increased I gripped her hands in mine with my arms outstretched and watched her face. Her eyes were open, a goofy smile spread on her face as I humped harder.
“Men are so much better than boys,” she breathed.
Inspired by her comments I was inspired and began to hump harder. The slick sensation tickled my glans and I felt the surge begin at the base of my balls. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer. “Are you ready?” I whispered as I sped up and got closer. She nodded in the affirmative. Shifting into overdrive I pounded harder and like a break in a high-pressure hose, I felt the release of a giant salvo of come. The girl’s eyes widened and humped back into me. I kept going and four of five strokes later she gasped and shuddered and “Ah,” escaped from her throat. She had come again.
Our bodies started to relax and I felt myself begin to wilt. As I started to let my dick slip out, Elizabeth gripped my arms, “Leave it in,” she whispered, “Feels good.” I sat up on my knees and scooted closer so my semi-soft unit would stay engaged and rolled to the side. I let my hands roam over the girl’s chest thumbing the points on her grapefruit breasts. “That was fun; even better than last night,” she said, grinning.
“So what did you do after you left last night?” I questioned moving just enough to keep my tool inflated.
“Well I told you before I came over I’d gone back to the room and my brother and John were naked and they’d been messing around. John was all embarrassed and pulled a blanket up. But he had never seen a naked girl so my brother talked me into getting undressed and playing around with them for a little bit. John was shy at first when he uncovered and his weenie is kind of small but I jerked him off and made him come but nothing came out. They wanted me to stay and do more but I wanted to come over here.” I commented that I was glad she did.
“When I got back afterward they were still naked and had been messing around some more and my brother followed me into the bathroom and said he’d made a deal with John if I’d let him, you know, do it with me. He didn’t say what the deal was but I’d pretty much decided to play around with them anyway. So I undressed and got on the bed with John and sucked him and jacked him a little then let him do it. He was small and so horny he kept falling out,” she chuckled, “But eventually he stayed in long enough to come. I guess watching us made my brother horny and when John got up to dress and go back to his room my brother got in bed with me and we and did it.
“So you like doing it with your brother?” I asked. She shrugged.
“It’s Ok; I mean I just like doing it. We do it sometimes, like when my mom and dad are gone or even when they’re home and are going at it. He says I’m oversexed or a nympho or something and we do it but I’d rather do it with a man. And I think he likes doing stuff with boys. I know he does it with his friend and this morning when he and John came to our room after breakfast they got naked and wanted to do it with me again. But I wanted to sleep so they lay on the bed and started jacking off. And a little later I woke up and heard John groan and my brother was on his back fucking him in the butt. I guess that was the deal he made.”
The lurid descriptions and the image of the little minx getting it on with the two boys had me fully charged and rutting again. I kept running my hands over the firm young body and sliding steadily in and out amazed at the girl’s willingness and ability to take my full length. She smile looking more serious and began humping harder. I bent over her still keeping my rhythm and curled enough to kiss her on the lips. She pushed up and moved me over rolling on top while I stayed firmly imbedded. Then she started riding me like she was taming a bronco.
I gripped her small firm breasts and she humped me hard, grinding her clit on my pubis, almost to the point of pain, and then she gasped as her body shuddered. Having come already I was still good to go and after a short recess I started moving again bringing a smile to Elizabeth’s face. In a flash of inspiration I pulled out and turned the girl over, moved between her legs and pulled her bare butt up to a better angle and plunged my dick into her from behind. She giggled as I reached around and fingered her clit and began humping harder. I sensed she had done it this way before.
Our bodies made a little slapping sound as I sped up and just as the dam broke and I flooded her immature womb with male fluid she squealed and jerked in another orgasm. We collapsed limply on the bed. After a couple of minutes I rolled to the side letting the thin layer of perspiration cool. Elizabeth turned and smiled at me. “That was really fun,” she said, then suddenly jumped up reaching for the tissue at the side of the bed and pressed several sheets to her crotch. Then gathering her clothes she said, “I better get going in case mom or dad come back,” and pulled on the bikini, tying the strings before slipping on the lacy cover.
I wanted to protest but agreed with her caution and before heading for the door the girl turned and threw her arms around my neck and kissed me hard on the mouth. Then she opened the door, looked out checking for witnesses and disappeared.
The evening meal was a banquet affair and I was expected to attend. The food was good and then there was a series of short speeches and presentations from the golf tournament and a few sales awards. It was only adults in attendance and after seeing Elizabeth, her brother and his young friend John departing from the coffee shop toward the siblings’ room I had to sit through the program imagining the trio naked and engaged in all sorts of sexy games.
It was late when the banquet broke up and I had hoped Elizabeth might appear at my room, but it was not to be. My plane was early and I left before many other guests checked out. On the flight home I visualized the precocious girl in her naked glory and that would be the only way I would see her again. After weather delays in landing, finding my car in long term parking, and the time change, it was late afternoon before I got home. The minute I walked in the door I sensed something different.
The nice china was laid out on the dining room table anticipating a dinner for two. My wife greeted me at the doorway to the kitchen. “Welcome home,” she said, curling her arms around my neck and kissing me firmly. Then she stepped back.
“Umm, what’s this about; and you look different,” I said.
“Well I decided we’ve been neglecting each other so I planned a nice dinner and we can have the weekend together. And all I did was change my hair color back to my natural shade. I’ve been coloring it so long you’ve forgotten; I’m really a red-head.”
I spent the weekend proving my hypothesis and concluding my research.
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