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Subject: {ASSM} TICKS, a story by Geoff Chaucer.  Pedo, Fm, Fisting
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Date: Thu, 26 Feb 2004 17:10:06 -0500
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     This story is fiction of an adult nature.  It contains graphic
descriptions of sexual acts between an adult and a child.  It is fantasy, not
reality.  This story is in no way intended to condone or encourage such
behaviour.  If you are under the age of consent or live in a place where such
fantasy is illegal please do not read further.
     As with all my other stories, comment is encouraged, nay courted and
delightedly recieved at chaucer48@earthlink.net.
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                                                   TICKS
                                               by
                                    Geoff Chaucer

	When I was a seven year old boy I knew there was something special about
girls.  I didn't quite know what, but I knew the bra and panty ads in the
newspaper were very interesting.  I also knew that it wasn't the underwear that
was interesting, but what the underwear covered.  I knew it instinctually and
consequently I went out of my way to find out about what it was.  I asked
questions of my parents and other adults, but got no satisfactory answers.  I
tried to look up the dresses of girls at school and found myself in trouble.  I
played "nasty" with some of my little boy friends and found out a little bit,
but then Peggy, my baby sitter,  helped me.  
	Peggy was not what most stories like this would call beautiful.  She was
heavy, not to say obese, but heavy, which was bad for a sixteen year old girl. 
She was almost six feet tall too which didn't help her.  Her breasts were large
which made the boys notice her, but because she was not the long legged, slim,
cover girl her chest was all the boys noticed.  It didn't help either that she
had carroty red hair and fair skin sprinkled with a red head's freckles, but
none of that mattered to me because when Peggy came to stay with me when my Mom
and Dad made their monthly trips to Las Vegas she played tickly fingers on my
body.  Tickly fingers was when Peggy would sit in front of the TV and softly
stroke her finger tips over my back and arms and legs with a touch so light it
was almost like the air moving across my skin.  The feeling was so sensual that
it often caused my seven year old dick to harden which always gave me some
delicious chills, so I did not care that most of the boys called my Peggy
"piggy", or thought she was not beautiful. I loved her anyway.
	One night we were watching TV after dinner and Peggy was doing tickly fingers
on my chest and and arms.  She was sitting on a low hassock and I was sitting
on the floor in front of her between her knees leaning back against the
hassock.  She was intent on the TV show and petting me out of habit.  I didn't
care about the show.  It was some romantic mushy stuff with kissing-- I had yet
to put  the idea of kissing together with underwear ads-- and I just wanted
Peggy to tickly me more.  Without even a word I scooted out and turned around
so that my back was to the TV and my face was toward Peggy.  She was wearing a
yellow summer dress that was rather billowy and because the weather was hot and
because I had been sitting between her knees she had pulled the hem of the
dress about halfway up her thighs.  I put my chin on the hassock and Peggy
began to do tickly fingers on my back.  It only took a moment for me to notice
that I could see her panties.  She didn't notice, or if she did she didn't
think anything about it.  She was wearing plain white panties that covered the
swell of her pussy, but not the smell of her pussy.  The mushy stuff on TV had
obviously effected her in ways it didn't effect me because a wonderful dick
tickling aroma was coming from between her legs and my nose was close enough,
only an inch away, from her panty covered pussy to take in every molecule.  It
was so rich and wonderful that I could taste it on my tongue. Her panties were
pulled in such a way that the cloth went between her pussy lips and that strip
of cloth, about as wide as my finger, was wet.  I suddenly wanted to taste that
damp stripe and without a thought I stretched my neck a little and did just
that.  I ran my tongue right along the damp crease.
	Peggy screamed and jumped to her feet so fast it almost broke my neck.  I
ended laying on my back with Peggy standing straddle of me.  "What are you
doing Geoffy?"  She demanded, looking down at me.
	"I'm sorry, I'm sorry.   I didn't mean to.  I'm sorry.  I won't do it again." 
 
	After a moment she laughed a little and said "It's OK.  You're not in trouble.
 It just surprised me is all."
	"I won't do it anymore," I said, but I was lying and I knew it.  Given the
chance again I would do the same thing and Peggy must have known it because she
gave me a crooked smile and said, "OK.  It's all right. Time to get your bath
and go to bed.  I'll start it running."  She stepped across me and headed for
the bathroom.   "Just stay here and watch TV for a little while.  Change the
channel if you want to." 
	As soon as I heard the bathroom door close I headed for it.  It was an old
house with the old skeleton key kind of locks which meant large key holes.   I
put my eye to the keyhole and watched as Peggy turned on the bathwater, but
instead of coming out she turned, lifted her dress, slid her panties down
around her ankles and sat down on the toilet.  I couldn't see anything because
she kept her knees together, but after a moment she pulled some paper from the
roll and opened her knees to dry herself.  That was the first time I had ever
seen what was between a woman's legs underneath her panties.  I got a quick
flash of  milky white fleshy folds with a slight space between them, carroty
curls of hair darker than the hair on her head, and that was all.  She closed
her knees and bent to reach for her panties, but she stopped.  After a moment
she sat back up, scooted forward, and, with a peculiar look on her face, she
opened her knees again.  This time I could see everything.  The white outer
lips, the coral color inner lips that looked wet though she had just dried
herself, the delta of hair that fringed the outside lips and ran up beneath the
fold of flesh that lapped a little from her tummy, and especially the fleshy
nubbin at the top of  the gash of her pussy.  
	With the first two fingers of her right hand she carressed herself along the
outside lips several times and I knew she was doing tickly fingers on herself. 
Then she moved the fingers closer together and began to carress between the
outer lips.  
	That is what my lick touched! I thought.  She is thinking about my lick!
	She stroked from bottom to top and as she did I could see the place she was
touching swell and get darker red, and it became shiny with the same wetness
that had wet her panties before.  I was breathing in short gasps and squeezing
my stiff little dick through my pants, but I did not know how to masturbate yet
so my squeezes didn't have much effect.  
	Peggy began running her first finger around and around the little swelling at
the top where the inner lips came together and soon the hard little pearl of
her clit swelled and pushed its way out of the hood of flesh that had hidden
it.  Soon she was flicking her clit back and forth faster and faster.  Below
her finger a shiny wetness began to come out from between the inner lips.  I
could not tell where it was coming from because her position and mine did not
let me see into her womb, but there was a small trickly flow that made the
whole area look oily shiny and delicious.  When her finger was moving so fast
it was a blur the muscles of her legs clenched and the veins stood out on her
neck.  Her face got red and her mouth opened as she tilted her head back.  She
suddenly was shaking all over.
	After a moment the shaking stopped and her finger no longer flew over her
clit.  She slumped for a moment then pulled off somemore paper and dryed
herself.  She pulled up her panties as she stood and dropped the hem of her
dress.  The bath tub was full enough so she turned it off and headed for the
door.  I took off for the living room and when she came in I was sitting cross
legged in front of the TV.  My little dick was as hard and long as it had ever
been and my rubbing and squeezing had not given me any relief.
	"Come on,"  Peggy said.
	I stood up and the front of my shorts tented with my seven year old upright
pole.  Peggy glanced at the lump then looked directly into my eyes, as though
trying to read my mind.  At last she looked away, but said nothing, just
offered me her hand.  I took it and we went to the bathroom.
	Peggy had often helped me take a bath in the past, especially when I had been
out playing in the woods and fields.  My mother had instructed her to look my
body over very carefully for ticks because of the Lyme Disease, so she had
examined every inch of me any number of times, but I had not been in the woods
today so I had no hope of her handling me to look for ticks, except that when
we got into the bathroom she said, "Take off your shorts and panties so I can
check you."
	I did as I was told, though my dick was still stiff and I wasn't sure I wanted
her to see me in that condition.  
	When I was naked she closed the lid of the toilet and picked me up to make me
stand on the toilet.  She got down on her knees in front of me and looked
directly at my bobbing three inch erection.  Carefully she took it between her
finger and thumb and stroked it a little.  The feeling her fingers gave me was
better than any tickley fingers ever.  She moved her head closer and for a
moment I thought she was going to kiss my dick, but instead she used her other
hand to move my empty ball sack so that she could look beneath and beside it. 
When she turned my dick rubbed along her cheek and then along her lips, but she
still did not kiss it.
	"Turn around"  she said, and I did.  "Bend over,"  I did, but not enough so
she said, "farther," putting her smooth soft hand in the middle of my back and
pushing me down a little.  In a moment I felt her warm fingertip dragged from
behind my ball sack up between my bottom cheeks.  Then she separated my cheeks
to look into the crack.  She ran her finger up and down again and stopped for a
moment to press her finger on my asshole but she didn't try to push her finger
into me.  "I don't see any ticks,"  she said.  
	I turned around and my hard dick bobbed inches from her lips.  She looked up
at me with her blue eyes and said, "Now you check me."
	I blinked at her knowing there were no ticks anywhere on her, but my Peggy
wanted me to look and touch her and I was willing.
	She shucked out of her dress and in a moment was left standing in full brief
panties and  support bra.  Her legs were  slightly apart and I could see that
the crotch of her panties was wet again.  Still standing on the toilet I
scrunched down, brought my nose close to it and drew in a deep sniff.  As when
we had been sitting in front of the TV the aroma was mouth wateringly rich. 
Bitter, sweet, salty, fishy.  I recognized the smell of her pee because it
reminded me of the smell of my own.
	While I crouched Peggy reached behind her back and unhooked her bra.  She slid
it down her arms and dropped it on the floor beside her dress.  Her breasts
were enormous, each almost as big as my head.  They were so heavy they drooped
down and separated leaving a wide valley between them.  On the tops the skin
was pinto freckled but lower, where the sun did not reach they were creamy
smooth and white as milk.  The areoles were half as large as my hand and pink
as strawberry ice cream with the nipples poking out of the center like
cherries. 
	"They hang down so much that you'll have to lift them up to look underneath,"
she said.
	My breath caught with the very idea of touching her breasts.
"Don't be afraid," she said.
"I'm not," I answered and stretched out my hands to lift first the left and
then the right.  They were soft and warm and heavy and when I brushed my palm
over the nipples they crinkled and turned a deeper pink.  I leaned close enough
to feel the warmth that radiated from them and without a thought I flicked out
my tongue and licked one of her nipples.  The nipple crinkled more and Peggy
drew a sharp breath.  I moved back quickly, thinking I had done wrong, but she
only looked at me with her mouth slightly open and a flame in her blue eyes.
"I don't see any ticks," I said.  
"That's good," she said and began to put her bra back on.
 "I need to look down there too." I pointed at her panties.
She hesitated and looked into my eyes again.  At last she nodded and dropped
her bra on the floor.  "Come down from there," she said.  I did it and stood
close before her.  My face was just a little more than crotch high, and I could
see that they were very wet. 
The aroma of her was around me like a cloud and I wanted to lick her panties
again, but  She pulled them down before I had a chance.  An inch away I looked
at the sparse orange curls that grew in the delta above.  Her pubic hair was
not thick.  It was like a soft orange mist with a few denser curls.  I reached
up and softly stroked my fingers through her pubic hair and she gasped again. 
"I'm sorry,"  I said quickly.
"It's OK Geoffy.  I liked it.  It felt really good."  
I hesitated a moment looking up into her eyes before I combed my fingers
through it again.   She stepped out to the sides and I stooped to look between
her legs.  The curly hair around her pussy lips was wet and darker than the
other curls.  I lifted my fingers toward those curls too but I stopped.  "You
can pet those too, if you want," she said.
I put my hand between her legs and dragged my fingers through the wet curls.  I
stopped a moment to brush one of the damp curls loose from where it was stuck
to her pussy lips.  My fingers got wet and I felt the slickness of her inner
pussy as the lips swelled and seperated the outer lips.  Without a thought I
turned my mouth up and kissed those lips.  I felt a shudder go through Peggy
but I wasn't afraid this time.  I knew she liked my kiss, and when I flicked
out my tongue to touch the place I had seen her rubbing with her finger she
shuddered and groaned a little.
"You'd better look in back too," she said.  I couldn't speak so I only nodded.
Peggy, rather than just turn around, got down on her hands and knees and spread
her knees apart.  I got down behind her and reached out to run my finger
between her bottom cheeks and down between the lips of her pussy.  It was
swelled open and very wet, and as I got down to look closer she put the front
of her body down on the floor leaving her bottom stuck up in the air and her
pussy wide open to my eyes. . .and to my tongue.  Again without so much as a
thought I leaned forward, putting my face between her legs from the back and
lapped from the hair delta in front to her asshole.  The taste of her pussy was
like the taste of her panties when I licked them only much much more.  And the
feel of those sopping inner lips against my lips and tongue was enough to make
my heart beat so hard it caused my hard little dick to bob in rhythm.
Peggy was panting and moaning softly.  "Put your fingers in," she panted.  
I did as I was told and put two fingers into the open hole between her pussy
lips.  There was still plenty of room so I put four fingers in and then my
whole hand.  The fit was tight but Peggy liked it.  She moaned and said "Yes
Geoffy!  Yes!  Put it in farther.  Farther!  Put it in and pull it part way out
then push it back in."
I did as I was told and pushed my hand in all the way to my wrist  and beyond. 
The slick feeling against my hand and arm was making me gasp.  My dick was so
hard it ached, but with an ache so delicious that I wanted it go on forever.  I
shoved my hand in and pulled it partly out then pushed in again and again.
Peggy's body was shaking and she was moaning and gasping in rhythm with my
strokes "Uhn-Uhn-Uhn."  She said.  "Oh yes!  Oh yes!  Oh yes!"  And with every
stroke of my hand more of Peggy's woman cum oozed out.  It was running down
over her pussy and down my arm to drip onto the bathroom floor.  
I don't know why it occurred to me to close my hand into a fist, but I did and
when I did Peggy screamed so loud I opened it again, but she said "No, No, Do
that again!  Again!"  I closed my fist and Peggy cried out again, but now she
began pushing herself back against my arm, and each stroke took me farther into
her.  By now I was half way up my forearm and I was a little scared.  No adult
had ever allowed me to do anything like this and I considered Peggy an adult.  
There was a sucking feeling from her pussy that seemed to pull my arm and I was
a little afraid that her pussy might continue to drag me in until I could not
get loose.  I pulled back and she jammed herself onto my fist.  I pulled back,
but when my fist got to the opening it wouldn't come out and she pushed herself
back hard onto me again with a scream.  Suddenly my worst fear seemed to be
coming true!  Her pussy began to spasm and grip my hand and arm much harder as
she grunted and moaned and cried "YesYesYesYes!"  In a voice so deep and
strange I thought something even more terrible had happened. 
Then it was over.  Peggy's body stopped shaking and she completely relaxed.  I
pulled my arm out and when I had trouble getting my hand out I suddenly knew
why.  I opened my hand and got free with a pop.  
The fear that had touched me a little earlier now seemed delicious and though
my erection had failed when I was most afraid it came back with a rush now as I
looked at the slippery girl cum on my arm and smelled the aroma of Peggy's
satisfaction as she lay, still gasping, on the bathroom floor.
"Oh Geoffy," she panted.  "Oh Geoffy, that was so good.  So good."  She
shuddered with some last paroxym of orgasm.  
"I love you Peggy," I said, and I meant it too.  "I want to get married to
you."
She rose to her knees and pulled me into her arms.  My face was buried between
her wonderfully generous breasts and my stony hard three inch erection was
poking into her tummy.  After a moment she released me and looked into my eyes.
 She looked as though she was going to cry.  "That's the nicest thing a boy has
ever said to me," she said.  "But we can't get married.  You're still to
young."
"But Peggy. . ."
"Shhhh," she said and kissed me on the forehead.  "We don't need to be
married."
With that she picked me up and stood me on the toilet again.  She was once more
kneeling in front of my seven year old hard on.  Without a word she leaned
forward and kissed it right on the end.  A bolt of pleasure shot through me. 
She put out her tongue and ran the tip of it around the head of my dick which
sent more bolts of pleasure through me like an explosion forming between my ass
hole and my empty ball sack and shooting up through my body.  It made my mouth
go all coppery tasting.  
	"Does that feel good?" Peggy asked pulling back and looking into my eyes.
	"Yes.  Please do it somemore," I begged.  
	She smiled and flicked her tongue over the end again then sucked my seven year
old dick into her mouth.  I have had other women, more beautiful women use
their mouths for my pleasure since Peggy, but when she began to bob her head in
and out, taking my whole dick into her mouth with a gentle suction, there has
never been anything more wonderful.  The pleasure built and built and built
until my whole body was screaming with it.  Peggy put her hands around and
gripped my bottom, her fingers in my crease and a good thing too because she
had no more than done that when the final explosion of orgasm came.  I felt as
though I would pee into her mouth and poo into her hands.  I felt as though I
needed to scream, but couldn't catch my breath to do so.  My knees failed and
when they bent my middle tried to hunch back and would have pulled my dick out
of  her mouth, but her soft firm hands held me from collapsing and she kept
sucking until my ass cheeks unclenched.   
	Of course I didn't pee or shit.  In fact I didn't really cum either since my
balls were still three or four years from dropping into my empty sack, but when
I caught my breath and my body stopped quivering I understood what had happened
to Peggy when her pussy had begun to grip my hand and arm.
	"Again Peggy.  Please again."
	She smiled and kissed me.  "We'll do it somemore, but not right now.  Now we
have to get a bath and you have to go to bed.  Your folks are going to be home
about midnight."  She picked me up and set me in the tub.  The water was still
warm but not steaming and then she did something as extrodinary as everything
that had gone before.  She stepped into the tub with me and sat down.  She
began soaping me and humming, but in a moment she stopped and the smile went
from her face.  "Geoffy you can never tell anyone about today.  I would get in
bad trouble."
	"I won't tell anyone ever Peggy.  I love you and I don't want to get in
trouble."
	She smiled at me.  
	"Can we do it somemore?  Please?"  I begged.
	"Next time your folks go to Las Vegas," she said, and we did, until she went
away to college two years later, but that wasn't the end.
During the four years Peggy was away in college I seldom saw her.  She did not
baby sit any more.  We did not play tickly fingers and she did not examine me
for ticks before my bath.  I learned to take care of my own needs and
discovered that there were other girls willing to play, though never as willing
or wanton as my Peggy.  I missed her terribly, but thought she was out of my
life completely.
 When I was thirteen and Peggy twenty two and finished with college she came to
visit.  She told my folks that she wanted to take me out for ice cream since
she had been my baby sitter for so long.  They were happy to let her do so and
Peggy took me in her car out to the woods where I used to play.  We parked and
she said,  "I think I need to check you for ticks." 

THE END

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