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This is a story above all else. It is the tale of a typical
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normal" into pedophile. It starts slowly, but there is plenty of
action once it gets going. Your patience will be rewarded. 

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Chemistry   (Mf, ff, oral, anal)

By Scott St. Martz
 2012


Chapter 7   Momentous Day

When I awoke it was after dawn and to the awareness of the
sensations of a small warm wet mouth enveloping the knob of my
dick and my cock being lightly gripped by slender young fingers
exploring it. I looked at her and soaked in the vision of that
little pixie's face sucking my dick, partially obscured by a
diaphanous curtain of fine blonde hair. My head cleared quickly
and I took in the totality of her naked form. She was on her
knees hovering over me from the side with the head of my dick in
her mouth with her petite ass sticking up and those taut nubile
breasts of hers hanging there asking to be touched. 

What she was doing felt great, but my reverie was broken by the
hard irritating edge of teeth now and then. She didn't realize I
was awake, so I quietly enjoyed the sights and sensations until
she glanced my way. Then I smiled and said, "Good morning,
Darlin'. What a great way to wake up!" 
	
She lifted her head to say in that young sweet voice, "Hi, Sean!
Good morning. I didn't know if you would wake up if I did this.
Like, I didn't get a chance to learn about sucking on Brock last
night, so I wanted to practice with him, um, on my own. Seeing
him stiff like that gave me the idea," she added with a twinkle
in her eye.
	
"Well, from this end you're doing fine. It feels great. Just try
not to scrape it with your teeth, Darlin'. That doesn't feel so
good."

She nodded in acceptance, took it back into her mouth and dipped
her head getting about three inches in. Then she added a little
suction and pulled off with an audible pop before saying, "I
can't get it any deeper than that. Jill told me guys like, really
love it when you can get it all in. "Like... deep throat? Is that
what she called it?" she asked inquisitively.
	
"That's the term, Darlin'. I understand there's a trick to it,
and it takes practice. You don't need to do that to get me off,
but it is an incredible feeling. Terri couldn't do it, and she
tried pretty hard for a while there when we first started having
sex in college."
	
"I want to learn how to do it," she said with a look of
determination. 
	
"Darlin', there are lots of other ways you can really please a
man with your mouth."
	
"Like what?" she asked curiously.
	
"Licking and kissing the shaft or doing the same with my balls -
or gently sucking on them - feels amazing. Sucking the head like
you were just doing feels incredible. Licking around the head -
especially near that little flap of skin on the bottom side -
works too. Those are warm-up or change of pace things, though,
mostly. As you learned last night, a good build-up makes an
orgasm much better. When it's time and you really begin sucking
to get me to cum, going as deep as you can with a few fingers
wrapped around the base - stroking it in rhythm with your mouth -
works really well. It's even better if you can keep a lot of
saliva in your mouth while you're at it. Like I said last night,
going real slow at first gets me there better. When you know I'm
getting close, speed up and I'll be cumming soon. Every guy is
different. Some just like it hard, deep and fast until it happens
  or so I've been told."
	
"What's the trick to getting it in deeper without gagging? And
how do I practice it when I don't have someone to do it with?"
she asked pensively while idly playing with my dick.
	
"The main problem is the gag reflex. My girlfriend who was good
at it said she had to learn to totally relax her throat - and
swallowing when she started to gag helped her overcome it. You
can practice with a hot dog, a thicker sausage or even a banana
or small cucumber   anything with a similar shape and size that's
okay to put in your mouth."
	
"Awesome. And what do I do when you, like, squirt?" she said as
she nonchalantly stroked me.

"The main thing is not to stop. Oh, you can pull off and finish
me with your hand if you don't want a mouthful. But it feels
better if you don't stop pumping it until I'm done cumming...
like last night."

"Or I can, like, suck it all into my mouth and spit it out... or
swallow it, right?"
	
"You learn fast."
	
"I heard about swallowing and spitting. Swallowing is another
thing the girls said really, like, makes it a lot better for a
guy."

"Well, they were right, but it isn't necessary if you can't
handle the taste or texture."
	
She paused to absorb this before saying, "I don't want to hurt
Brock. Does it hurt when I, like, point him in different
directions?"
	
"Not really... if you're pulling down or straight to the sides,
it will only go so far and it could hurt some if you force him it
far. But he's pretty flexible at the base." I demonstrated the
range of comfortable movement while she soaked it in. 
	
"Okay. I want to try some of the things you taught me and see how
they work. I'll figure out what I want to do when he, uh, shoots
by the time it happens. Is there, like, a position that makes it
easier?"
	
"Sure, if you scoot around until you're between my legs, it gives
you better access to everything and your tongue is on the
underside where it feels best. Once you get the hang of it, other
positions will work, too." 
	
She flipped herself around, knelt between my legs leaning on her
elbows with her cute butt elevated again.  Seeing my dick and
balls right there in front of her, she said, "I see what you
mean," with that little grin of hers and another gleam in her
eyes followed by a brief girlish giggle.

She bent over, moving to adjust her position, and began by
stroking, licking and kissing up and down the shaft. Her
diminutive velvety soft tongue and lips were on a mission of
discovering my cock   exploring its taste, the texture, the
temperature... the throbbing and twitching.  Having little
Chelsea doing this with me   or any girl her age - was something
I hadn't even considered fantasizing about in my innumerable
masturbation sessions of the past, but that would no longer hold
true in the future. 

Her gorgeous blue eyes were aimed at my face reading my
reactions. Then she moved to my balls and did more of the same  
lifting them in her open hand to keep them from moving around so
much while watching my expressions and reactions for indications
of pleasure or pain. She seemed to have innate talent for what
she was doing. She lightly sucked my right ball into her mouth
and swirled her tongue around it while lightly running her
slender fingers up and down my shaft. Then she repeated the
sequence with the other nut, eliciting a groan of pleasure from
me. Her motions didn't have the practiced grace of experience,
but the love she put into it made up for it, and the knowledge
that was her initiation to the act elevated the experience to the
realm of superlative. 

She licked her way up my rod with her tongue swirling in little
circles to take the head into her mouth and bob up and down on it
a few times   still taking it in only about halfway. She scraped
it with her teeth once and pulled off to mumble, "Sorry," with a
quick guilty smile before folding her lips over her teeth and
trying again. She bobbed her head a few more times and then,
looking me in the eyes, she slowly pressed down firmly and
swallowed as it started to gag her. She backed off, but she had
been able to take another inch or so. 

With a smug look of satisfaction, she did that a couple of more
times before pulling off to swirl her tongue around the head
again. She played with those techniques and explored for a while
 licking and sucking my balls before going back to my dick  
gagging when she took it too deeply. 

Chelsea could tell from my moans and breathing patterns that I
was getting closer, and she concentrated on sucking while pumping
the base with three of her fingers and the opposing thumb wrapped
around it. She got a nice slow steady rhythm going with decent
suction - when she remembered to do it   and she coordinated the
action between her hand and mouth pretty well for a rookie. She
did manage to keep her teeth out of the game and, in a minute or
two, I was on the verge. 

I moaned that I was getting close and she sped up while
increasing the suction. Within half a minute or so, the first
massive wave overcame me, and she took the first shot deep in her
warm wet mouth. It was more than she was ready for, and she
backed off choking on it   coughing a spray onto my belly. But
she kept pumping with her hand through my waves of pleasure.
Sufficiently recovered, she sucked and swallowed the last
dribbles from my pulsing spear until I was spent. I reached down
and cupped her chin to pull her off the sensitive head, smiled
contentedly and said, "You did great for your first time,
Darlin'!" Then I collapsed for a minute to get my strength back
and relish the post-climatic sensations.
	
When I opened my eyes, she whined with a little girl pout, "I
didn't get it all in and I wanted to, like, swallow it all for
you, but I couldn't do it." She caught a drip of cum on her chin
and sucked it off of her finger as she spoke - an incredibly sexy
gesture... 

"You gave me one of the best orgasms I've had in a long long
time, Darlin'. You'll learn what you want to do in time   but the
fact that it was you doing it and that it was your first time
made it so exciting for me I came very hard. The first time you
try to do anything, you're never going to do it as well as you
will when you get practiced at it, right?"
	
She reached for the beach towel that was still on the bed and
wiped her face seeming to perk up a bit. "Yeah, I know. Can I,
like, practice with Brock again later?" she pleaded. 
	
"Sure, but let's get cleaned up and eat some breakfast first. I'm
starving." 
	
"Okay," she said   all bright and happy again. She wiped the
remaining cum off of me with the towel, and we got up to take a
shower. I followed her and stopped in my tracks at the bathroom
door taken slightly aback, "What a flawless vision!"  I wished I
had a camera handy until the thought of damning evidence quashed
the notion.

When she caught me staring, she grinned and teasingly quipped,
"Do you like what you see, Sean?" She struck a few sexy but not
obscene poses for me   like those you might see in a teen
magazine with clothed models. 

I could already feel Brock stirring. "Darlin', right now I feel
like the luckiest man in the world. You are just drop dead
gorgeous!" This raised a beaming smile out of her as she thanked
me and snuggled in for a hug and kiss. 

The master bath had a walk-in shower that was about five feet
square, so it was comfortable for two. When the temperature was
right we stepped in and soaked ourselves while playfully hugging,
kissing and stroking each other. She mentioned she hadn't bathed
with anyone since she was little   and this was a lot more fun. 

While she soaked her hair and applied shampoo, I picked up a bar
of soap   ignoring the washcloth because I wanted to experience
the feel of her tender young flesh under my fingers   and began
thoroughly soaping her down. I started with her shoulders and
back, moving lower as I went. I washed the smooth firm cheeks of
her little butt before sliding a soapy finger between them to
thoroughly clean her rosebud. She closed her eyes to keep from
getting shampoo in them,  tipped her ass up and spread her cheeks
for me while exclaiming, "Oooh, that feels so good!" with a
wiggle. I continued this action longer and even nudged the tip of
a finger into that tight little orifice again. This produced
another moan of delight as she squirmed against the invader
giving me a clue that she was open to exploring more variations
of anal play. That was something I hadn't experienced since my
early years of college, (my ex-wife had been disgusted by the
idea.) I stroked between her cheeks a few more times before
asking her to turn around. 

I waited as she threw her head back   thrusting out her chest for
balance - to rinse the remainder of the shampoo from her light
golden tresses. When she finished, I began with her slender arms
and picked up additional clues to other potential erogenous zones
to explore   the insides of her elbows and wrists and a spot on
her inner bicep. 

When I soaped her chest, I lingered on her breasts and teased
each of her nipples back to hard pebbles. This elicited more
moans of pleasure from her as she closed her eyes to savor the
moment. I smoothly soaped her abdomen with my palm, being careful
not to tickle her this time. Then I got down on one knee to wash
her small feet, working up her legs in turn as she spread them in
anticipation of what was to come. It occurred to me that she
would have a difficult time in life finding heels or other adult
shoes small enough to fit her unless her feet grew a little
more.

I had saved the best for last. Finally, I attended to her pussy
taking my time and marveling at how soft, warm, smooth and
springy that young flesh really was. Then I slid my soapy finger
up and down through her slit before diddling her clit a bit  
just to keep her on the brink. I purposefully avoided probing her
vaginal opening with the soap, knowing it is an irritant.

I stood, hugged and kissed her before asking that she step back
under the shower so I could rinse her down. I went through the
whole process again   a little more efficiently this time but
enjoying every moment and making sure not to leave any soap film
so she would be squeaky clean for me. 

When I reached her pussy I slipped the just the tip of my finger
into the shallow throat of her vagina, twisting it back and forth
a couple of times to clean it well with the rinse water. I used
my left hand for this, since I have short nails on that one to
cleanly press the strings on my guitar and I avoided going too
deep. Scratching or cutting her fragile hymen was not an option.
	
When it was my turn, she followed my lead and pattern with some
variations of her own. She became silly once or twice and I had
to giggle with her. When she soaped my ass, she was very thorough
and even slid the tip of her finger in and out a couple of times
to cleanse it. She spent extra time on my dick when she reached
it, and she was very careful with my balls. I helped her rinse
off my upper torso and arms. Once the soap was gone, she stooped
down again and sucked my soft dick completely into her mouth  
nuzzling my pubic hair with her nose and lips and suckling it
like a child with her thumb in her mouth because she "wanted to
see what it felt like". It felt great to me; I knew that much. 

She gave the head of my dick a final little kiss before we got
out and dried each other off   laughing at our follies when we
got in each other's way. I brushed my teeth and combed my hair.
She stayed behind working with her hair while I went into the
kitchen to get breakfast started.

I started a pot of coffee and made bacon, eggs and toast. She
came in a few minutes later, still nude, poured us each a glass
of orange juice and set out butter, jelly, silverware and napkins
without being asked. We talked about the weather   still raining
 and the tasks at hand while we worked. During our meal there was
a pause in conversation and I asked, "So, what do you think of
your private sex ed lessons so far, Darlin'?"
	
She smiled at me and said, "I knew you would be, like, an awesome
teacher, Sean. Everything you've showed me has been sooo much
fun! What you did to me last night was so amazing, uh, I can
hardly believe it really happened."
	
"You did cum pretty hard, girl."
	
"I didn't have any idea it could feel so good. I had, like, one
orgasm after another and they just kept, like, getting stronger
and stronger until... Wow! It was just sooo awesome! I know I'll
never forget this weekend with you, Sean."
	
"Was there anything I did that you didn't like so much?"
	
"Not really. I liked it all. I'd heard girls talking about guys,
like, doing things with their butts   "taking it in the ass,"
they called it - and I thought, like, "Eeeww, that's nasty!" But
it felt so good I didn't want you to stop... I wanted your tongue
and finger in there even deeper."
	
"Well, this is not a great subject over breakfast but there are
some things we can do to make it not so nasty. We'll talk about
it later, okay?"
	
"Okay," she replied. There was another pause in conversation
while we ate some more and then she asked, "Are you sorry you're
teaching me, uh, sex stuff, Sean? I know you, like, didn't really
want to do it."

"I had a bit of a hard time with it last night after you fell
asleep. But you're so wonderful... I understood your reasoning,
and I really do love you, Chelsea. I think I'm okay with
everything now."
	
"Good!" she exclaimed with an animated smile that incorporated
her entire being. 
	
"We have a lot of time to kill today, Darlin'. I'll probably need
to run out again to pick up a few things. Is there anything else
you want while I'm out?"
	
"Um, I'll think about it. I want to go style my hair and I, like,
need to do it before it dries too much, but it's my turn to clean
up the kitchen. Will you leave it for me to take care of when I'm
done?"

"Okay, Darlin'. I want to catch up on the news." I retrieved the
paper, poured myself another cup of coffee, put on some music and
sat in my favorite chair to read with Beethoven's Pastorale
symphony playing in the background. There was no more news about
Chelsea on the front page, but I saw a small article inside the
local section that reported they were still looking for her and
hadn't turned up any leads yet. There was also a reference to the
fact that she was a teenager and may have just run away. They
weren't sure she was in imminent danger but they wanted her back
since she was underage. 

I was reading the sports page when Chelsea pranced into the room
with her hair looking good again - still completely nude... She
caught my questioning expression and said, "I really don't like
wearing clothes when I, like, don't have to. Do I have to, Sean?
I never got to go naked outside of my bedroom or bathroom." 
	
She was giving me that sexy little girl look again, and I
replied, "I don't mind at all, Darlin'. You're a real dream to
look at   especially when you're like that." 
	
"You're so sweet, Sean! I love you!" She said as she charged me
gleefully, launching herself and twisting in mid-air to plop
herself onto my lap sideways. I barely had time to move my paper
out of the way before she landed. She leaned into me, wrapped her
arms around my neck and kissed me   a slow kiss that was more
loving than passionate but started to get hungrier. I was leaning
back in my chair, so her butt was turned up - some supported by
my hand. When our kiss ended, I playfully swatted that bare cheek
and said, "Let me finish reading this, Darlin'. We've got all day
to play." 
	
"Okay," she petulantly replied. Bouncing up, she went to the
kitchen to get started on her work. My eyes followed   first
admiring the shape of her back and shoulders shrouded by white
blonde hair hanging to the middle of her back and then dropping
to the sway of her hips with her soft little ass cheeks jiggling
just a fraction as she walked. I've always found it one of life's
sexiest pleasures to watch an attractive naked female moving
around doing normal everyday things, and I found myself thinking
again, "What an incredibly sexy little body!" 
	
When she was done in the kitchen, she sat on the couch
cross-legged   oblivious to her nudity - to watch TV while I
finished my paper. It was hard to take my eyes off of the
charming nubile beauty next to me, but I did manage to rally my
concentration enough to finish the bridge column for the day. I
always save that for last. I hadn't played bridge in years, but I
enjoy the mental exercise of understanding the best way to play a
hand and why. 
	
When I was done and set it aside, she asked, "Was I, like, in the
paper again today?"
	
"Yes, but it was in the local section on the second page. Would
you like to see it?"
	
"Not really. What did it say?"
	
"They said they were still looking for you. But they also
mentioned that it's not unusual for teens to run away, and they
couldn't be sure you were in danger right now. It occurred to me
when I read it that this isn't a typical Amber Alert situation
because there isn't a family driving the search. Usually,
parents, family and concerned neighbors get organized to work on
the media and keep the story out there - and to put pressure on
the police to make sure they are doing everything they can. It
doesn't seem like there is anybody doing that in this
situation."
	
"Yeah, for my social workers I guess I'm mostly, like, just
another case for them. I'm sure they want me back, because they
are in charge of, uh, taking care of me   and I think they like
me - but it isn't the same thing."
	
"It's sad, but you're probably right... I guess I'll run down to
the pharmacy now. I forgot to get toothpaste, shampoo and
conditioner, and I noticed we were running low on them this
morning." 

The true reason for the trip was that I wanted to see my old
pharmacist buddy from college, knowing he might fix me up with a
Viagra or two in case I needed it. I had a feeling she would want
to play a lot today, and I wasn't sure I could keep up with her
boundless youthful energy and elevated sex drive. I had never
tried Viagra before, but I hadn't been with anyone with her
sexual energy since I was a teen either. 

"Did you think of anything you wanted, Darlin'?" 
	
"No... wait, like, maybe some more sour candy - Sour Straws or
something, uh, if it's okay..." 
	
"Sure. I'll see what I can do."
	
I got dressed and kissed her on my way out the door   unable to
resist cupping those bare little ass cheeks and then tweaking her
nipple in jest as we were parting   eliciting a sigh of pleasure,
a broad smile and a little giggle from her as she playfully
swatted my hand away and chastised me. 
	
My friend was working, fortunately, and he fixed me up with a
couple of Viagra pills as I was hoping with only a little ribbing
and no pointed questions. I picked up the other things I'd come
for and, as an afterthought, bought an enema kit   guiltily
glancing over to see my buddy working at the computer oblivious
to what I was doing. I remembered her candy before reaching the
register at the front and doubled back to get it. 
	
When I walked into the condo, Chelsea was still naked and
watching TV on the couch   with a hot dog in her hand. She placed
it on a napkin on the cocktail table and, as soon as I'd closed
the door, ran to greet me with a naked hug and kiss. When we
parted she asked, "You aren't going to, like, stay dressed are
you? I'll feel weird if I'm the only, um, one naked around
here."

"No, I'll go get more comfortable in a minute, but I might wear
my robe for now, though."
	
"That's okay. I might put mine on, too. It's a little chilly in
here." I noticed that her nips were at attention but thought it
was just her body in sexual overdrive.
	
I put away the things I bought and gave her the candy, for which
she thanked me before setting it aside for later. I went to my
room to get out of my clothes while she grabbed her robe. 

We sat in the living room together with another teen sitcom going
on the TV. She snuggled up against me and I held her close. A
glance out the window told me it was still dark and cloudy,
threatening to rain again at any time.

I asked how her practice was coming   indicating the hot dog  
and she said she got it in deep a couple of times, but it wasn't
easy for her and she still gagged some trying. She also mentioned
that the hot dog was skinnier than Brock. I told her there wasn't
any rush. It was something she could learn   or not learn   at
her own pace. 

"I'm going to get it," she said with the confidence of youth.
	
We watched her show for a while, and we giggled and laughed at
some of the kids' antics. In reality, she thought it was funnier
than I did, but her joy was so infectious that I laughed along
with her. After the show was over, she turned off the TV and
asked if we could listen to music. 

She tuned in her station on the radio and returned to the couch.
Then she looked at me and leaned in for a kiss.  We started with
a series of light pecking smooches that evolved into a passionate
one with tongues probing and being lightly sucked by the
recipient. Then she rested her head on my shoulder, just holding
me for a while. 

A few minutes later when a song she was listening to ended, she
lifted her head and excitedly chirped, "I want to show you what I
can do with the hot dog." I nodded in agreement, and she picked
it up and began sucking on it. 

"It works better if it's real wet   like you said," she stated as
she pulled it out after a few medium deep strokes coating it with
saliva. "Now watch," she said as slowly pushed it into her mouth,
relaxed her jaw and swallowed as it reached the gag point. It was
a six inch hot dog and she got it all into her mouth past her
teeth before pulling it back out to breathe. On the outstroke she
gagged slightly, but not much. 

"Pretty good for a rookie," I offered with a proud smile.

"Can I practice on Brock now?" she said reaching through the
opening in my robe to wrap her fingers around my dick. 
	
"We can do that, but I want to lick on Tina again at the same
time."

"You mean, like, a sixty-nine?"
	
"You've heard about that, too, huh?"
	
"Yeah, they talked about it," she responded brightly.
	
"Let's go."
	
She put on music in the bedroom   an oldies station featuring my
era that I had mentioned to her when she'd asked the night
before. I handled the lights and smoothed out the bed. Then we
casually dropped our robes and shared a warm naked embrace  
feeling our body heat and energies merging again. We sat on the
bed and kissed while I played with those delectable puffy nipples
of hers. Then I laid her back so I could suck on them. She moaned
in pleasure and reached down for my dick but it was a little too
far for her. When I lifted my head our eyes met and she asked,
"How do we, uh, do this?"

 "It can work with either person on top, Darlin', or even side to
side, but it's probably better for you if you're on top. If the
guy is on top, he might get too excited and force it deeper down
your throat than you want." As I was saying this, I laid down on
the bed with a pillow under my head. 

"Swing that cute little ass of yours over here, Darlin'   with
your knees on either side of my chest - and put Tina in my face,"
I said as I slid a pillow under my head. She did it, adjusted her
position, and saw that, even though she was shorter, she could
still reach my dick. "This is so cool!" she squealed. It was a
bit of a stretch for me, but I didn't mind and the pillow
helped.
	
I reached around with my fingertips to spread her glistening
pussy. "Is there ever a time when she isn't wet?" I wondered. Not
that I was complaining... 

We went to work on each other and pretty soon we were getting
into it. She was licking and slurping on my dick trying for depth
- with some success and a little less gagging. I could feel she
was getting it deeper, but she was still well over an inch short
of taking it all. Since I'd had a great orgasm a couple of hours
before, I knew I'd have real good control this time. She could
practice as much as she liked; it all felt great to me and I was
having fun on my end.

I lapped and sucked at her pussy - drinking her ambrosial nectar
like the special treat it was. I realized at that moment she was
built with a shallow chute leading to an inny anus, and it
occurred to me that there would be no missing the mark if that
was the intended target. Funny I hadn't noticed that before... 

After her first small orgasm, I slid my pinky between her labia
to gather some juices, spread them over the tight knot of her
butt hole, pressed the tip through to the first joint, and held
it steady while she adjusted to it and relaxed. Meanwhile I kept
licking, kissing and sucking her pussy and clit - but not so
aggressively that it would lead her to a major orgasm. I had a
plan. I'd heard of females who were anally orgasmic, although I'd
never had the good fortune of bedding one. I wanted to see if she
could get off on anal stimulation alone once she was warmed up. 

When her ass was relaxed, I slid my pinky in and out of her in a
smooth fucking motion going deeper each stroke until it was all
the way in. I held it there for a while and then long stroked her
ass for a minute or two while still working on her pussy with my
mouth. 

She came... and came again, interrupting her play with my dick -
but they weren't very strong orgasms yet. I slowed each time
until she recovered enough to continue. 

Then I removed my pinky, which had very little stain on it,
lubricated my middle finger in her juices and repeated the
process with the longer thicker digit   slow shallow penetration
and in and out - waiting for her to stretch and relax before
pushing it deeper. 

The attention to her pussy had been just enough to keep her
mini-orgasms coming every minute or two   sending tremors through
her body highlighted by moderate contractions and ecstatic moans,
sighs and exclamations. When I started fucking her ass with the
larger finger, she responded by panting harder and pumping it
back at me - forcing it deeper and faster - while working herself
into a little stronger orgasm. I stopped ministrations to her
pussy altogether while she was getting into it. Since my thumb
was already in position, I soaked it in her juices for the next
stage of stretching. I slipped the finger out and she stopped  
her ass trembling a little in anxious anticipation of its
return.

I slowly pressed my lubricated thumb into the snug opening as she
groaned in appreciation   sliding it all the way in to the base
before stopping to let her muscles adjust to the thicker stretch.
When I began fucking her with it, she immediately started
stroking back - building to a hard and fast thumb fucking for
less than thirty seconds before she seized up in a massive orgasm
  her ass clamping down hard on my thumb with each contraction.
It wasn't quite as strong as the one she'd had last night, but
enough that she was probably done for this session. I recall
thinking then, "This little girl is amazing!" 

I rode her through the heights of ecstasy with my thumb and
nothing else, catching a few drops of her juices with my tongue
as they oozed from her pussy and fell. When her peak passed, I
eased off on the speed and then lapped at her pussy lightly to
draw out the receding waves a little longer - and to savor more
of her delicious emissions. Finally, she twisted and rolled away
from me to lie on her back and recover - flushed and breathing
heavily. 

She came around a short time later, crawled over to kiss me and
said, "I had no idea... How did that, like, happen with just my
butt?" I told her what I'd heard of women who had orgasms from
anal sex, and she accepted it without comment. 

Then she noticed the smell and some light brown stains on my
fingers and said, "Eeew, it is nasty, isn't it? But it's lots of
fun. Didn't you say there was, like, something we could do to
make it cleaner?" 

"There is. I'll show you later. I'm going to wash up   and you
might want to at least clean up with a wet wash cloth yourself."
We went into the bathroom, and she plopped herself on the toilet
to pee first while I soaped and scrubbed my hands. Her knees were
together, but the sounds of urination were clear and she didn't
seem self-conscious about it. 

She looked over at my semi-hard dick and said, "Aw, I didn't take
care of Brock. It's hard to pay attention to both ends at the
same time, isn't it?"
	
"You're right. That's one of the problems with a sixty-nine, but
it's still fun."
	
"It sure is!" she exclaimed with a smile. "Why don't you, uh,
bring him over here?" she asked with that impish grin before
forming her mouth into an exaggerated "O".
	
"Darlin', you are too much!" I chuckled. "But I wouldn't change
one thing about you except for the lifestyle you're stuck in." I
stepped in front of her as she reached out with her dainty hand
to lift my dick and begin sucking it again. It didn't take much
of that to get me back to a full hard-on. She was taking it slow
and easy with full wet strokes about four inches deep   working
in some practice by occasionally taking in another inch or so on
deeper tries. She got me going and backed off to lick and kiss
it... sucking the head in and out a few times with real nice
tempo and suction before licking around the head and teasing my
frenulum a few times - then returning to longer strokes again.
She only gagged about one out of every three or four times now
when she went deeper.

I lightly cradled her head in my hands and began a slow gentle
face-fucking stroke   being careful not to push too far   as she
matched my rhythm. Her mouth felt absolutely incredible. I
glanced over at the dressing mirror mounted on the wall to my
left perpendicular to us. The sight of my gorgeous angelic nymph
sitting on the toilet nude with her petite breasts profiled,
sucking my dick with that pretty little face shrouded by her
golden mane, was simply mesmerizing. Then I noticed she was
playing with her pussy with her free hand. It was too much. I
picked up the tempo - dropping my hands while still pumping as I
told her I was getting close. She increased the suction and
matched my speed in response until I felt my balls draw up and
the contractions begin - my seed spurting into her warm wet
mouth. The first shot got to her again. She half-gagged,
half-choked but recovered quickly this time and milked the sperm
out of my cock with her lips and tongue   swallowing as she went
 as a couple of drops of overflow dribbled down her chin.

She came herself from the actions of her fingers as she was
drinking my cum, pausing with my member in her mouth while her
body jerked and shivered in ecstasy. Even though she stopped
stroking, her mouth kept sucking me dry in rhythm with her
contractions. 

Her pressure had been a little light and she didn't have her
suction timed as well as it could be, but it sure felt wonderful.
I knew she was going to be a fabulous cocksucker with a little
more practice. 

When the head of my dick became too sensitive I pulled out and
remained in place relishing the lingering sensations while I
caressed her head and complimented her. She had caught almost all
of my second load of the morning, (which wasn't as much as the
first, of course), so there was little mess. What had not been
swallowed was mostly on her chin and cheeks. She leaned in to
lick up what was left from the base of my dick and balls and it
disappeared, too. "I do like this stuff," she said with a grin. 

I stood her up to kiss, and we tasted ourselves in each other's
mouth. I had experienced the mixed flavors of sex many times in
life and barely thought about it anymore, but I knew it was her
first time. I didn't notice any signals that she was repelled, so
I just went with it.
	
We showered again   a quick one this time mostly concentrating on
the areas that needed to be cleaned while rinsing off the rest.
She had put her hair up beforehand to keep it dry. Then we picked
up the bedroom and put our robes back on as we talked about
lunch. Chelsea volunteered make us some grilled cheese sandwiches
and heat up a can of soup, which sounded good to me. 

Meanwhile, I checked my e-mail, bank balances and to do list
before running some internet searches to see what I could learn
about kids in the social system. There is plenty of information
out there, but it soon became obvious I would need professional
advice.

Chelsea called me when lunch was ready, and I found that she had
added the left over salad from dinner last night to the menu.
Everything was good, and nothing went to waste. Our morning
exercise had obviously stoked our appetites. She could tell that
I was beat and offered to clean up again. 
	
I just wanted to chill for a while, and I remembered my football
team was playing the Broncos in Denver. We were having a decent
year with an 8-4 record, and it looked like we could make the
playoffs, so I turned on the TV and settled down on the couch for
the pre-game show. During the first commercial, I drifted off to
sleep and didn't wake up until half-time. 

When I came to, Chelsea was curled up in the robe beside me
engrossed in a teen novel she had found in Britney's room. I
focused on the half-time show as I came around until I learned
that we were leading 10-7. Then I patted her on the hip and
asked, "How's the book?"
	
"It's pretty good. I'm enjoying it," she replied stroking my arm
in return. She put the book down and turned to face me. "You fell
asleep and I didn't want to bother you, so I just started
reading."

"I wasn't intending to sleep but I must have needed it. I guess
you've been wearing me out, Darlin', and that lunch filled me up
enough to make me sleepy," I said with a grin.
	
She got up and walked towards the kitchen. Then she stopped,
looked back and said, "I need a coke. Would you like anything
while I'm in there, Sean?"

"A cold beer would be nice. Beer and football just go together
well   kind of like you and me," I said with a wink. She giggled
in delight as she disappeared through the door.

"Do you want it in a glass?" she called out from the kitchen.

"That would be great."

When she came back, we watched the game together for a while
before she settled back into her book with her head in my lap. I
paid attention to her as I followed the game   just stroking or
lightly scratching her, except for when a big play was happening.
We won a tough one, so I was pretty happy. I turned off the TV
when it ended.
	
We talked about dinner and decided to order take out Chinese from
my favorite local place. Too bad they didn't deliver, which meant
I would have to go pick it up. We had plenty of time before
dinner, so I asked her what she would like to do.
	
"Do you think Brock would like, uh, fit in my butt, Sean?" she
inquired sweetly as she looked me straight in the eye.
	
"He probably would with a little more stretching. It didn't seem
like what we did this morning was painful to you. Was it?"
	
"God no, it felt like, really, really good... I want to try. And
I'll tell you if it hurts too much. Can we?"
	
"That would be fun. I'm not sure how playful Brock will be after
cumming three times since last night, but we can try if you'd
like."
	
"You said there was, like, something we can do so it isn't so
nasty. What is it?"
	
"It's called an enema or a colon rinse. It washes out your
insides. The first thing you do is try to empty yourself if you
can."
	
"You mean go, uh, try to poop?"
	
"Yes. That would give us a head start."
	
"Okay. Then what happens."
	
"I'll show you. I have an enema kit. You put a tube in there and
drain warm water from a bag into you. Then you hold it in for a
couple of minutes and expel it into the toilet. To get it even
cleaner, you can repeat the process. Then you wash yourself real
well to clean up, and you're ready." I'd read somewhere that
water alone was best for a first enema rather than the various
available solutions.
	
"Okay. I'll go see if I can poop," she said as she walked off
towards the hallway bath.
	
While she was doing that, I went to my bathroom for the enema
kit, K-Y jelly and a towel. Chelsea joined me then and announced
that she had "done it". I kissed her and told her to go ahead and
drop the robe, which she did without hesitation. Then I had her
lay on a towel I placed on the rug and draw her knees back. I
lubricated the tip, slipped it through her sphincter and gave her
an enema. I explained how it worked in the process. She held it
in for a couple of minutes as I massaged her abdomen in the
manner suggested in the instructions. Then she got up and barely
made it to the toilet in time. 

She said she wanted to do it again by herself, so I left her and
went out to get drinks -  ginger ale for her and iced tea for me.
I heard the shower running as I returned, and I knew she was
cleaning up. When she came out a few minutes later, she was naked
and dry. As she approached for a hug, she asked, "Can we, uh, try
it now, Sean?"

I replied, "Sure, Darlin'." 
	
She said, "I even did it a third time in the shower, and then I
washed it real good. When I rinsed, I even stuck my finger in
there some to make sure it was clean."
	
"It should be fine then," I responded with a smile. I pointed out
the drinks and she took a sip of hers. It was raining again, but
there was no thunder rumbling.

We had this routine down now, and she put on her radio station
this time while I set the lighting and brought fresh towels. We
embraced and kissed passionately as I fondled her ass and
nipples. Then I suggested another sixty-nine to get us warmed up
 knowing my dick might need a little extra persuasion to get
going this time. I assumed my position and she crawled over me
and presented that luscious little pussy of hers to my face once
again. I couldn't get enough of that sight and would have enjoyed
just admiring it for a while... well   maybe not as much as
playing with it or savoring its taste. I felt her delicate hand
take my soft dick and guide it to her lips as I opened her up,
took in the sight for a moment, and began slowly licking her. 

It occurred to me that I had been looking at a teen aged hymen
this weekend for the first and probably the only time I would in
my life. When I was with the one virgin I'd had as a teen, I
hadn't really known what a hymen was until she explained the
blood afterwards, so I never looked. Of course, I'd seen my
daughters' hymens when they were very young, but that was
different.

Chelsea was already wet already (constant state?), and I savored
her sweet juices as I probed her pussy with my tongue measuring
the depth of her hymen   repeatedly thrusting it through the rim
while trying not to hurt her. Then I drew her down a bit to
tongue her ass, and she responded with moans, sighs and a little
wiggle of her butt. Due to our earlier activities she wasn't
nearly as tight, and I was able to work my stiffened tongue into
her freshly cleaned anus and fuck her with it   which almost
drove her crazy. Then I returned to her pussy as my dick
responded to her efforts on that end. 

She was getting into it, sucking in my entire semi-hard dick in
long strokes   managing to bring it to life within a few minutes.
As it came to full attention, she struggled a few times trying to
drive it deeper. She was keeping a nice slow pace and her suction
was about right. She was getting better each time, and I paused
to tell her so. 

I picked up the bottle of K-Y, speared her rosebud with the tip
and squirted a little inside her   causing her to start from the
cooling sensation. Then I spread some on my thumb figuring she
probably didn't need me to begin with my narrower fingers this
time since she'd been stretched out earlier in the day. I was
right. Easing my thumb into her ass caused her to pause sucking
my dick long enough to say, "Mmmmmmm... that feels sooo good..."
as she gyrated her ass and pressed her ass into my hand to get it
deeper. 
	
I added some additional lube to my thumb on an out stroke to coat
her better for what was on the agenda next. I began slowly
long-stroking her ass with the thumb while swirling my tongue
around her clit, which had quickly come out to play. She came in
no time, her ass clamping down on my thumb with each wave of
pleasure rippling through her petite frame. "That was a nice
warm-up orgasm," I thought. 

When she recovered, I asked if she was ready and she responded
rather excitedly, "Yeah! I want to feel Brock inside me! How do
we do it?" I slipped my thumb out of her ass and noted that it
was very clean...
	
"There are several positions that work, but I think you should be
on top controlling the action the first time. That way you can
back off or stop if it hurts. First you'll need to lube me up
pretty good. Your butt doesn't produce the lubricants that Tina
does, and what I already did for you might not be enough." 

She accepted the bottle of K-Y I handed her and spread a good
coating over my dick. Afterwards, she looked at her slippery hand
and then at me with a puzzled for a second before reaching for a
towel to wipe it off. 
	
"Just sit on my belly facing me with your knees on the sides," I
instructed. She did so and I went on, "Now just lift up, reach
behind you to hold Brock steady to line things up. Then press
back to get him in."
	
"Okay, here goes," she said with a wry smile.
	
She raised her butt, guided my dick into the shallow pocket and
rested the tip against her entrance. As expected, she didn't have
any problems with it slipping away because of how she is built in
that area. She pushed back tentatively but steadily with her
weight and the head slowly slipped through her sphincter. She
winced slightly and drew a quick breath, so I told her to just
hold still until it stretched and adjusted. I reached up to
massage her breasts and tweak her nipples, adding pleasant
sensations while she waited. When she was ready, she lifted to
pull the head out completely and pressed it back through her
tight rubbery ring again   repeating the process several times
before applying slow steady pressure get it deeper. She stopped
when it was about half-way in and said, "Wow, I feel, like, so
full!" 
	
"Does it hurt?" I asked.
	
"Not really, it feels good mostly," she replied with a smile. She
eased up and down on my dick, shallow fucking herself for a while
and then lengthening the strokes, going deeper each time, until
it was finally completely embedded in her and she was sitting on
me. 

Soft moans and expressions of pleasure told me she wasn't in
pain. Her tight little ass felt unbelievably great   so warm and
velvety. She stopped there to adjust to the feeling and let her
annular ring stretch to handle the thicker base of my dick. I
asked, "Are you all right, Darlin'?" 
	
"I'm fine. I just feel super full and I, uh, want to get used to
it for a minute," she said in that sweet girly voice of hers. She
laid her head on my chest and shifted back a bit, curling her
pelvis to keep it in as deep as she could in that position and
melting into me.

I stroked her back and neck as we mutually enjoyed the sensations
of being completely joined for the first time   along with the
familiar energy constantly swirling around and through us. It
felt wonderful!
	
After a minute or so, she sat up and began slow gentle short
thrusting motions   still keeping it deep. I let her set the pace
and met her little strokes with my own responsive motions.  She
came again   a bit stronger this time. We rode through it...
gradually building up intensity. 

Soon she was raising and lowering herself in smooth long rhythmic
strokes, her closed eyes, slack lips and expressions revealing
that she was totally immersed in the experience of her inaugural
penetration by a hard dick. 

She sat all the way down again and rested her weight there while
she got her feet under her to my sides   her hands on my belly
for balance. I wondered, "How did she think of that?" Then she
started longer harder strokes in a semi-Asian position keeping
her hands planted on my belly for balance. 

Again, I matched her pace   fucking her tight warm rubbery little
ass and meeting her stroke for stroke as she bounced up and down.
She momentarily paused as she came two more times - shuddering
and groaning - while I reveled in the sensation of her sphincter
clinching my dick with each contraction. 

As her last minor orgasm subsided, she really started getting
into it   harder faster strokes - smacking her clit into my
pelvic ridge while her vocalizations rose to a fevered pitch. She
was tossing her head, her light golden hair dancing and flashing,
and wearing an expression of wanton abandonment to lust.

That didn't last long before she exploded   freezing up,
completely impaled on my dick. Her fingers dug into my belly and
her powerful sphincter contractions clamped down on the base of
my dick so hard it almost hurt as she wailed and shuddered in
ecstasy. Her strong contractions were also enough to take me over
the top, and my seed spurted deep into her bowels as I emptied my
balls   groaning, grunting and crying out in rapture. 

As the first intense waves passed, we slow stroked again to draw
out our pleasure before she collapsed on my chest with my dick
still buried in her   though it had withdrawn a bit as her
position changed. Her sphincter was gently pulsing around my
dick, and I wondered idly if she was intentionally clenching it
or if it was aftershock waves from her orgasms. 

When she caught her breath, she said, "That was sooo awesome,
Sean! I can like feel Brock shrinking, but I want him to stay in
there for a while. He feels sooo good!" 

Shortly, my spent dick softened and shriveled enough that it
plopped out of her still lightly pulsing ass on its own. I just
held and cuddled her for a few minutes, stroking her from
shoulders to ass cheeks while sensing the warm wetness of her
drenched pussy on my lower belly. 

I said, "You have an incredible little ass there, Darlin'. That's
the first time in almost twenty years that I've experienced that,
and it was spectacular!" She smiled in joy, hugged me tighter,
and melted into me even more - glowing in post-orgasmic
radiance.
	
We sat up, took a sip from our drinks and decided that soaking in
a nice warm bath would feel good. I ran water in the garden tub
and let it fill while Chelsea got some bath oil beads from the
girls' restroom to add to it. I got in first and she sat between
my legs leaning against my torso. I looked down at those taut
little breasts of hers with their swollen pink crowns and
couldn't resist soaping them up to play. 

When my right hand wandered towards her pussy a little later, she
lifted and spread her legs - hooking her calves outside of mine -
to give me better access. I teased her clit and labia while
squeezing and pulling on her nipples, and another train of
orgasms began rippling through her body. I remember thinking,
"Damn! This girl is truly insatiable!"  

I continued playing - occasionally sliding my hand down to gently
finger fuck her now tender ass while palming her vulva, (which
she loved). She barely came down from one orgasmic peak before
ascending another, and I kept it up for about ten or fifteen
minutes before letting her come down from a fairly strong one and
easing off. There is no telling how long I could have kept her
going. 

While she recovered in temporarily sated bliss, I casually washed
her arms, hands, shoulders and torso   anything I could reach
from that position. Then I just held her, whispering compliments
soothingly into her ear, until the water cooled enough to require
action. 

We ran a little extra hot water to finish washing up and got out
of the tub laughing about the prune wrinkles we sported   even
the head of my dick was shriveled. I asked her how her butt felt,
and she said it was "a little sore   not too bad... But it was
really worth it," she added with a contented smile.
	
She went back to her book while I worked on my song sitting
nearby in the living room. Then I called our order in to the
Chinese place and got dressed to go pick it up. I had been in my
robe or naked since returning earlier, and she hadn't worn more
than a robe all day. 
	
When I came back, she had the table set with paper plates, silver
and napkins. I had suggested paper so we wouldn't have to do any
real clean-up. Dinner was pretty tasty and we both ate well. The
topics of dinner conversation revolved mostly around the story
she needed to have convincingly down by the next morning. I
thought we had come up with a good enough explanation for where
she had been all weekend - incorporating the nasty weather and
other variables. We decided to review it again later and once
more in the morning before she had to deliver it. 

We also agreed not to wash the clothes she was wearing when she
arrived. She'd hung them in the girls' bathroom to dry the other
night and then put them in her backpack while cleaning the next
morning. 

I had decided we should have a lawyer here to meet Chelsea and to
advise us before we called her social worker, so I told her about
that part of the plan. 

During a pause in our conversation, she said, "I wish I didn't
have to go back at all, Sean. I love being here with you."
	
We got up and started picking up the table while I responded, "I
love having you here and don't want you to go back either,
Darlin'. I'm afraid I don't see any way around it, though,
without creating even more potential trouble for me - and the
certainty that I wouldn't see you again until you are a legal
adult if we got caught."
	
"I know," she said sadly while getting up to help. "This weekend
is just going by, like, waaay too fast..."
	
"It has passed quickly. As the old saying goes, "Time flies...
You know the rest."
	
"Yeah, and it sure does. Well, we still, uh, have tonight
together   maybe our last night," she said with tinges of sadness
coloring her tinkling soprano voice.
	
After dinner, we retired to the living room, and she found
another teen sitcom she liked on TV that was just starting. We
watched the half hour show maintaining a light banter of running
commentary.
	
I like to watch 60 Minutes, so I got a glass of wine and sat back
to enjoy it. Chelsea wanted to play on the computer instead, so
she went to the bedroom. She returned before the show ended and
snuggled up to me to watch. She seemed interested and even asked
some astute questions about the story they were covering. 

When my show was over, she turned to me and we shared a simple
loving kiss. Then she asked, "Sean, you remember what you said...
like, about my hymen?"
	
"Yes..." I replied while thinking, "What is she up to now?" 
	
"Well, how would they know if I had sex or, like, broke it myself
with my fingers or a hair brush handle - or a tampon or
something?"
	
"I don't guess they could tell positively unless they found sperm
in you, but a freshly torn hymen would be obvious in a pelvic
exam."
	
"I had my last exam like about eight months ago, and my doctor
didn't want to see me again for a year. Unless I, uh, complain
about something, I won't need to go back to a doctor at all until
then."
	
"But they might examine you tomorrow just to make sure you're
okay."
	
"I doubt it. Other girls who ran away didn't have to, like, see a
doctor when they came back. But my period is due tomorrow,
anyway, and I can already feel it coming on, so I, uh, don't
think they'll look down there."
	
"So that's why you wanted me to get pads yesterday, huh?"
	
"Yeah, just in case it started early. It could start, like,
tonight. I've been real regular for almost a year now, so I, uh,
know when it is coming."
	
"What are you saying, Darlin'?"
	
"I really want to know what it is like to make love the right
way; and I want to feel Brock inside me tonight. My butt is,
like, sore from the stuff we did today   it's a good sore, but
it's, um, still sore. I don't think I can do that again yet - but
I know I'm going to want to do it a lot in my life... because it
feels so good. I'll probably, like, get used to it so it won't
bother me afterwards. Anyway, tonight, I just want you to make
real love to me, Sean. I don't want to lose my virginity to
anyone else... because I love you."

"I don't know, Chelsea. Let me think about it for a minute." I
ran through her points in my mind and considered the risks. 

I reasoned, "She's probably right. Even if they do examine her,
there wouldn't be any way to tell how she lost it. All they could
conclude is that her hymen had been recently torn   unless they
found some sperm in her. I could use a rubber for that matter. I
wouldn't have much semen for my fifth orgasm since last night,
anyway. That is, if I can get it up again - even with one of
those magic bullet pills my buddy gave me."

"Then again," I mused, "the vagina is a self cleaning organ and
we could rinse her out, so maybe I wouldn't need a rubber after
all. In her menstrual cycle, this is one of the safest days as
far as pregnancy risk goes. Her period starting would also reduce
the chances of them finding sperm in a pelvic exam if they did
want one." I knew I *wanted* to take her virginity   that would
be enough of a thrill alone that I probably could get it up...
even without the pill."
	
Chelsea had patiently waited while I mulled it over. "Darlin',
you're breaking down my resistance again. I think I might be
rationalizing because I want to make love to you as much as you
want me to, so I'm trying to clear my mind and think with the big
head here."
	
"What does that mean... thinking with your, uh, big head?" she
asked curiously.
	
"It's a saying. When guys get horny they have a tendency to let
their dicks make decisions for them rather than their brains. A
dick has a little head on it, right?"
	
"Oh, I get it. That's so cute!" she said with a giggle that
almost turned into a fit. 

When she calmed, I said, "People say a guy is thinking with his
little head when he makes a decision to go to bed with a girl he
wouldn't want to make love to unless he had a hard-on telling him
he really needed sex. That's why guys have sex with girls they
aren't attracted to. I'm not that horny now after everything
we've done since last night, anyway... and you are definitely the
most alluring female I know."

"Thanks for the, uh, compliment, Sean. You're sooo sweet!" she
added with her beaming smile and a sensuous peck on the lips.
	
"I want to make love to you more than anything, Darlin', and that
might be affecting my judgment here. But, in answer to your
question, I would love to take your virginity   if Brock is up to
the task that is." 

I drew her into me for an adoring kiss that began with our lips
gingerly brushing against each other and then teasingly evolved
into a passionate affirmation of our love for each other.
	
We went into the bedroom again after a quick detour to the
kitchen to freshen our drinks. I was in the mood for classical
music and asked if that would be okay with her. She said it was
fine, so I put on a CD I'd burned with fine interpretations of
Impressionist composers   Sibelius, Ravel, Debussy, Satie and
others. I kept the volume relatively low, as I knew the dynamic
extremes in the pieces would make it difficult to hear at all if
it was too low and blaringly loud at times if it was too high. 

Then I got the lighting set and grabbed some fresh towels from
the bathroom again. Those steps were already becoming routine in
our short sexual relationship. While I was in there, I stripped
down, took a quick leak (taking extra care to shake and strip out
any last drops) and decided to pop one of those pills my buddy
gave me just to be sure. He had said it should take half-an-hour
to forty minutes to kick in. 

I folded a beach towel in half and spread it on the bed across
the right spot. The last light of day had long faded, and I could
hear thunder rumbling again in the distance.  Then I embraced my
young lover as she reached for me, and we shared another
passionate kiss. She dropped her robe and we admired each other's
naked forms for a moment before kissing again   our warm bodies
pressing together with one of her legs wrapped around mine. She
was on the tip-toes of her other foot, and I had to stoop to
reach her.

I picked her up, laid her on the towel and joined her. We just
cuddled, kissed and played with each others' bodies for a while,
part of which I spent teasing her nipples back to attention and
getting her juices flowing real well below. That little caldron
was always hot and bubbling, it seemed, so it wasn't really
necessary...

During a break in the kissing she asked, "Now, how do we, like,
do this   like the butt position today?"
	
"That would probably work best - with you on top so you can
control things better."
	
"Want to try it now?"
	
"I think I should get Tina real warmed up first; and Brock is
going to need a little help getting going, too." 
	
She looked at my flacid dick and replied, "Oh, yeah. I guess he
does. Want to do, like, sixty-nine again?"
	
"Sure. That should work." I said with a smile. I laid back, and
she kissed me again before climbing on like she was an old hand
at this. She wiggled her butt towards my face while wagging my
soft dick and talking to it sotto voce like it was a person.
"Hey, Brock. This is going to be a big night, lover. Do you want
to play with Tina?" she said mirthfully with a delightful little
snicker that shook her small frame. Then she began kissing,
licking and sucking. From this position she couldn't really reach
to suck my balls, but she did play with them   massaging and
gently tugging on the sack as she sucked my whole soft dick into
her mouth and worked her magic trying to bring it back to life.
	
Meanwhile, I spread her wide open and gazed through the small
opening at her hymen for what would be its final minutes of
existence. Her labia were red and engorged with blood, her juices
were trickling and her shiny clit was partially emerged. I worked
her through a few warm-up orgasms with my lips and tongue over
the next ten minutes or so and figured she was about as ready as
she was going to get. 

She was grinding her pussy into my face with wild abandon as she
convulsively came that last time. The rumbling storm was getting
closer and the windows flared white from approaching lightning.
Sibelius's "Finlandia" was cranking up and competing with thunder
still a couple of miles away by my count. It was raining out
again, but maybe the strength of the storm would miss us...
	
On her end, Chelsea was met with success, too, although I wasn't
sure if the blue pill might have kicked in earlier than expected.
She was developing amazingly adept oral skills for a neophyte who
had only done this a few times in one day. Her unsophisticated
lips and tongue were so very soft, hot and wet... The sensations
they produced coupled with the realization of who was doing it,
the threshold we were preparing to cross and the incredible
energy perpetually flowing between us combined to raise a decent
hard-on. 

She tried for more depth as my dick came to full attention and,
just before her last orgasm began, she managed to bury it to the
hilt in her throat for the first time   nuzzling my pubic hair
with her chin and lips and brushing the top of my testicular sack
with her nose while gently shaking her head back and forth to
signal to me she was really there (as if I wouldn't know...) I
paused to praise her accomplishment, before diving back in to her
heavenly little pussy. Those sensations (and maybe the pill)
brought me to rock hard and pushed her over the edge. 

When her orgasm crested and subsided, she took me in all the way
in again, slowly drawing her lips off with pauses for pulsating
nibbling sucks along the way and with enough suction that her
mouth popped when she pulled off. She twisted her shoulders and
head to look back at me and exclaimed, beaming with pride, "I
told you I could do it, Sean!"
	
"You sure did, Darlin'. You are simply amazing!" I knew I would
never tire of seeing her glow with happiness like that.

I took a final look at her soon to be historical hymen before she
dismounted. She turned around, sat on my stomach   coating it
with her warm fluids - and draped herself over my chest so we
could cuddle and kiss for a few minutes as she radiated with
pride and the heat of passion. I could feel her heart pounding in
counter-rhythm to my own.
	
When she was ready, she looked at me and said, "Well, I want to
try it now."
	
"You know it will sting when your hymen tears, right? Once that
part is done, the pleasure takes over, and you'll never have to
go through it again."
	
"I know... and I am a little scared. But I've, like, thought
about this for a long time and I know I'm ready. I'm so glad it's
you I get to do it with the first time, Sean. Thank you!" she
said as she leaned in for a kiss.
	
"I love you so much, Darlin'," I said when it ended.
	
"I love you, too, Sean," she cooed, looking deeply into my eyes
with powerful waves of energy pulsing between us. We kissed
again, a lingering loving kiss this time.

"Do I do it, like, the same way as this afternoon?" she asked.
	
"That's the idea. Are you sure your period is starting
tomorrow?"
	
"Yeah, I can feel the small cramps that tell me it's coming, and
I'm sure. It's due tomorrow, anyway, and I've been, like, real
regular. Why?"
	
"I don't want to risk getting you pregnant, Darlin'. If your
period is starting that soon, there is very little risk because
you aren't fertile now. I do have rubbers if you aren't
positive."
	
"I want to feel Brock inside me   and not with a piece of rubber
between us," she responded a bit indignantly.
	
"It doesn't feel as good with a condom, but it's still great. You
should always use one unless you're sure your partner is safe
from STD's   not only to help prevent pregnancy. We know you're
safe, because you've had no previous experience, and I know I'm
safe because I only had one partner for fifteen years and we were
both tested for everything during the divorce. I haven't made
love to anybody since then... until you came along."
	
"Well, I'm positive it's coming   like maybe even tonight, and I
don't want to use a condom my first time," she responded
assertively.
	
"That's fine, Darlin'. There is one more step to get ready. Brock
is pretty dry and that will make it more difficult even though
Tina is juicy. What should work is what one lady friend used to
call a "slip'n slide". Just sit on top of Brock with him wedged
between Tina's lips and slide back and forth like that for a
while to coat him real good with your fluids. Then, when you're
ready to do it, run his tip up and down between your coochie lips
a few times to get the head even wetter."
	
She turned to look at my dick and said, "Brock, are you still
ready? It sure looks like you are..." 

"The blue pill must have kicked in," I thought. I hadn't lost any
of my hard-on during our cuddling and talking. I noticed the
storm picking up... getting closer. "Bolero" was slowly building
in its restrained crescendo, filling the silences between rumbles
of thunder.

Chelsea paused to embrace me. We fell into a long passionate kiss
and then just clung to each other reveling in the moment. "Well,
let's do it," she whispered. She lifted up, reached between her
legs to hold my dick against my belly, and tentatively settled
her pussy over it, wiggling from side to side to seat it between
her lips. Then she began sliding along its crease. 

I fondled her breasts and tweaked her magnificent little nipples
a bit while watching her do her thing. After a few strokes she
said, "Wow, this is great!" I smiled and encouraged her to do
what felt best. Again a cloud of guilt flitted through my mind
when I realized how light and tiny she was to be doing this. Then
I gave in to relishing the sensations generated by her hot
slippery super-soft and smooth quim massaging my cock below.

She kept it up for a little while   getting into it... Another
orgasm rippled through her as she moaned with pleasure and clung
to me momentarily as her body clinched and trembled. The extra
fluids produced by her cum coated my dick pretty well. She slowed
but didn't stop sliding as she rode through the clouds of
euphoria. 

It felt great for me, too, and observing the expressions on her
beautiful pixie face as she came was even better. We paused and
she slid forward - leaving a light snail trail on my lower
abdomen and letting my dick flip up behind her - to curl her arms
around me and move in for a kiss.
	
When she was ready, she lifted herself up, reaching behind her
butt and closing her fingers around my now slick dick. Drawing in
her already non-existent belly as she looked between her legs,
she lined it up and dredged the head through her soaked slit a
few times as I had suggested before seating it at the entrance to
her virgin vagina. Then she looked me in the eyes as she began
applying pressure. The head stretched the outer rim of her pussy
- drawing a quick intake of breath from her   and it came to rest
against her hymen causing her to wince. 

After a few exertions of minimal pressure on the barrier, with
pauses after each, she caught my eyes and pleaded in her pillow
talk girly voice, "Sean, can you help please? It hurts some just
from, like, pushing against it, and I don't know if I can, uh,
make myself do it alone. I really really do want this, though...
okay?" She emphasized the latter with a warm smile incorporating
her entire being.
	
In a soothing tone I replied, "Okay, Darlin'. I'll just pop it
through and stop to let the sting pass. Then you take over again,
okay?" 
	
"Okay," she said with slight trepidation in her voice. 

I placed my hands on her hips to hold her firmly in place, our
eyes met, and I asked her to let me know when she was ready. My
petite lover closed her eyes briefly and remained still for a few
seconds gathering herself. Then she opened them to look at me...
and nodded with a hesitant half smile. I held her gaze, eased off
a bit and, with a quick short pelvic thrust, pierced her fragile
hymen. I managed to maintain control and stopped just through it;
it was done. 

A sharp intake of breath, a quiet groan of agony and the pained
expression on her face cut straight through my heart. She folded
herself onto my chest and clung to me   partially impaled - as I
wrapped my arms around her slender form and stroked and soothed
her with words of endearment until the pain passed. 

Meanwhile, her warm wet velvety soft pussy held the crown of my
dick in its tight confines, and the feeling was truly incredible.
I mused while waiting, "This really sucks - something that feels
so wonderful to me is so painful to this innocent child who I
never dreamed of physically hurting..." Shortly, I knew, her pain
would ebb and I would feel myself completely sheathed in that
heavenly warmth. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine...
	
The skies continued to rumble and flash in the distance, and it
was pouring down rain outside, but the worst of it seemed to have
missed us. "Bolero" reached its final dynamic strains and faded.
Satie's "Gymnopedie No. 1" began, its poignant delicate phrasing
played by an Austrian chamber orchestra with a soulful French
horn on the melody line.

Soon, I felt the tiniest little pelvic movements from her as
distress subsided and she tested motion. They continued   the
same or slightly more - for half a minute or so as I lay still
and let her control everything. Then she looked up at me, smiled
and announced in her soft melodious voice, "It feels better
now."
	
"Good. I'm so glad, Darlin'... I really hated hurting you," I
murmured. 
	
She pressed a little deeper and added, "The sharp pain is gone,
but it feels real full and, like I'm stretching inside."
	
She increased the length of her strokes a bit   repeatedly easing
herself almost off of my rod and gently adding pressure as she
sheathed it with her vagina again - slowly taking me deeper in
small increments when she was ready then pausing to hold on when
the fullness got to her or that tight not quite virgin pussy of
hers needed to stretch. 

She kept cuddling me - rocking her body forward and back on her
knees to move. Meanwhile, she was moaning and mumbling into the
cleft of my shoulder how wonderful it felt and how huge Brock
felt inside of her. 

When she had taken a couple of more inches, she lifted herself -
shifting her weight onto her extended arms on my chest and using
her knees and thigh muscles to keep from moving too suddenly. Now
I could see her face clearly again, and there were no signs of
her earlier discomfort. They had been replaced by the growing
glow of euphoria. 

Debussy's "Prelude to the Afternoon of a Faun" took over from the
Satie. The piece often brought to my mind the birth of spring,
and at the moment it seemed to appropriately match her sexual
awakening...

Chelsea sat up completely, leveraging herself with hands on my
belly, and lifted my dick almost slipped out. Then she slowly
pressed back down in a smooth continuous motion - deeper and
deeper. There was a quiet grunt as she took the last thicker inch
and her torso settled until she was sitting on me with her full
weight driving it home. Her steaming hot vulva rested flush on my
pelvis and the very tip of my dick was lightly nestled into the
depression of her cervix. It seemed like I was a perfect fit for
her. 

This woman child who had just crossed a major threshold in her
short turbulent life smiled brightly and exclaimed, "Wow, we did
it!" She lowered her upper torso into my embrace again - keeping
me as deep as she could - while whispering, "It feels so amazing!
I just want to like stay like this forever, Sean..." as our souls
melted together more deeply. Her face came to rest with her left
cheek under my clavicle and the top of her head against my jaw. 
	
I lovingly stroked her silky hair and torso as I said, "Yes, we
did, Darlin'." We quietly enjoyed the sensations of being joined
body and soul - feeling our heartbeats mesh as the strains of
Debussy scintillated our ears. Hers felt better than any pussy I
could ever remember   the tightest by far   with her wet, hot,
and amazingly soft and tender youthful tissues gripping me with
pulsing squeezes. As we lay quietly together, my dick was
throbbed and her vaginal muscles began rippling along its length
from the base to the tip - clenching and releasing it in
intermittent pulses. I flexed my hard-on a couple of times to
focus her attention and asked, "Are you doing that, Darlin'?"
	
"That last one I think you did, but I can, like, squeeze it
tighter or relax it. It's, like, doing it on its own, too,
though." She started rocking her body again in shallow motions
and said, "You can start, um, moving some, too, Sean. It feels
sooo good now," she said sweetly in her soft little voice. 

There wasn't a trace of discomfort in her voice or actions, so I
started matching her rocking with gentle thrusts of my own. When
I said, "You're in charge, Darlin', I'll follow your lead for
now," she acknowledged me with an expression of gratitude and a
small nod of her head. I matched her pace and, within a minute or
so, her body shuddered and her moans increased as her first
orgasm from coitus convulsively washed through her. 

When she recovered, she placed her hands on my chest and sat up
again so she had more freedom of movement. In that position, I
could also play with her tight little cones and nips to help her
along. Her thrusts became longer and a little stronger - grinding
her clit against my pelvis in circular patterns as she bottomed
out. 

I let her lead the dance and responded to her movements in kind.
Her grunts, sighs, and moans punctuated by dazed vocalizations
of, "Oh, Sean!" "Mmmmmm!" "Like that!" and "Ooooh, yes!"
confirmed the extent that she was getting into it. 
	
I matched her stride for stride. We were like well tuned dancers
in an intricate ballet as I took over now and then to lead her
through a series of increasingly forceful orgasms, slacking off
or stopping while she was in the throes, and then picking up the
pace again until the next crest overtook her. 

Her unbelievably tight slick pussy pulsated like nothing I'd ever
felt before - milking my dick with rhythmic ripples like a hungry
baby on its mother's nipple, and then sucking even harder on me
as another round of contractions rolled through her. I'd heard
the term "snapper pussy" before, but I never felt one. Hers was
absolutely incredible! 

Since she was comfortably taking my full length, I took the
opportunity while she recovered from an orgasm to pull her down
to me and roll over into missionary position without slipping out
of her - holding my weight off of her slight frame with my
forearms and knees on the bed. This move surprised her a little
because I hadn't warned her, but she immediately understood what
was happening and hooked her legs around my butt to pull me into
her. We began again. Our rhythm smoothed out after a few strokes
in the new position and her chain of orgasms crested again and
again. I hadn't been confident that I could come at all that
night, but the sensations of her magical vagina were getting to
me. She could tell from my sounds and expressions that I was
almost there, and our excitement grew symbiotically. 
	
We upped the tempo once again. Her juices were flowing freely and
she was grinding her clit into my pelvic ridge with each stroke
as I matched her pace with long strokes producing those rhythmic
squishy slapping sounds we associate with a great coupling. I was
able to effortlessly stay with her as our intensity increased and
our ragged breathing and animalistic utterings rose to a fevered
pitch. Once again we were coated with a sheen of lover's sweat,
and hers was sweeter scented than any female I'd ever
experienced.

The energy between us swirled and grew until we became one   a
single entity rising to nirvana... I ground my pelvis into her
clit harder at the bottom of a few strokes, and we exploded
together with me buried in her to the hilt. We shuddered,
vibrated, heaved and clung to each other as tidal waves of
orgasmic ecstasy overwhelmed us. She stifled a scream in my ear
as she came, and her tight pussy drenched me with a surge of hot
slippery fluids while sucking hungrily at my dick for more seed.


My orgasm was stronger than I would have imagined possible after
the marathon of sex we had shared that weekend - and at my age,
too. It was heightened by the fact that my little lover's release
was the most intense I had ever witnessed in a female. 

As our final peak waned, I rolled us onto my back again while
holding her hips and upper back to keep my dick seated in her. I
resumed slowly pumping her enchanted pussy from below, which was
still sucking at my dick like it had a mind of its own. These
actions worked to draw out our ultimate pleasure just a little
longer. Through it all she was repeatedly buzzing   tensing,
shuddering, contracting and drawing in quick ragged breaths as
successive receding waves of pleasure cycled through her. 

We finally slowed to a stop, sweaty and exhausted from the
experience. Then we just quietly held and stroked each other,
sharing sighs and moans of ultimate bliss until our breathing
returned to normal. I reflected at the time, "Simply unreal! I've
never ever had an experience with a female that even approached
that..." 

When she could talk, she murmured, "Can we just stay like this,
Sean? Tina doesn't ever want to let Brock go." She emphasized her
point with a couple of gripping squeezes with those amazing
vaginal muscles of hers on my slowly softening dick   and that
woman-child didn't even know what a Kegel exercise was...
	
"Yes, Darlin', for as long as you want... or for as long as Brock
is able."
	
"Mmmmmmm..." was her only reply as she clung to me a little
tighter with her hot flushed cheek resting on my chest.
	
We lay there exhausted in post-coital euphoria; and I noticed
that my dick was staying semi-hard rather than shriveling up to
nothing   probably from the effects of the pill. I was on the
verge of falling asleep when Chelsea lifted her head, slithered
up my body a few inches, kissed me and suggested we get cleaned
up. I was glad she hadn't let me drift off because we still had
important things to discuss, and we needed to prepare for the
morning. 
	
As we got up, I noticed red and pinkish areas among the clear and
milky fluids soaked into the towel. The base of my dick and pubic
hair were tinged with red, and her labia and upper thighs showed
traces of blood in the girl juices and sperm dripping down her
legs. 

It occurred to me that soaking in the tub might be a good way to
soothe her ravaged pussy and clean her out some just in case they
did do a physical exam the next day. I drew a shallow warm bath
and she brought in some bubble bath this time   again from the
girls' supplies. I agreed that we could use it, but I asked her
to wait a while until we cleaned up first with a little fresh
warm water. 

We took our previous positions in the tub with me laying back and
her seated between my legs and leaning back against my chest
facing away from me. I had my arms wrapped around her petite
young body as the tub filled until it barely topped her clit with
the entrance to her vagina submerged. We turned it off and, once
we were settled in and comfortable, she softly commented, "It's
almost over, isn't it, Sean?"
	
I knew what she meant. "There's not much time left until morning,
Darlin'..."

With a little more animated tone, she said, "I couldn't have,
like, dreamed that this weekend would turn out as awesome as it
has. I've learned so much and experienced so many, like,
unbelievable things that I can't keep a smile off my face. I
really, really, really love you more than anything or anybody in
the whole world! I'm sooo happy, Sean, and I'd almost, like,
forgotten what it felt like to be happy."
	
"It's been a truly amazing weekend for me, too, Darlin'... and I
love you very, very much. Your world has closed in around you, I
know, and I'm glad I could be there for you this weekend. But you
brought up another issue we'll have to deal with."
	
"What's that?" she asked inquisitively as she tipped her head up
to look at me with those gorgeous eyes.
	
"You have the glowing radiance of a female in love, and it's very
difficult to hide, Darlin'. Girls in love don't have to have
great sex to be floating on air like that, but it enhances the
effects. A girlfriend once told me it was her "recently fucked"
face. It seemed the girls at her office could always tell if
she'd had sex the night before, and they would tease her about it
relentlessly. In your case, you have both reasons for it
happening   love and sexual fulfillment. If you go back tomorrow
looking as glowingly beautiful, relaxed, and happy as you appear
now, they are going to be very suspicious. It doesn't sound as if
you've expressed much happiness since they met you."
	
"Oh, yeah... I hadn't thought of that, and I have been, um,
unhappy more than anything else. What can we do?"

"I'm not sure. We'll have to think about it." Meanwhile, spread
your legs for me. I'm going to get some water inside of Tina to
clean her up and try to flush out my sperm just in case they
check." 

She did what I asked   cocking her knees and hooking her ankles
outside of my legs. I slid my hand over the soft pad of her
pussy, eased my middle finger through her slit and worked it
fully into her still well-oiled tunnel. It had already tightened
up again - sealing our fluids within - until I opened her in the
water. She moaned in pleasure and winced a little when my finger
slipped through the raw tissues of her ripped hymen. I paused and
asked, "Does it hurt too much, Darlin'?" 

 "Not really... just a little, but it also feels, like, sooo good
at the same time. Your finger is the only thing that's been in
there except Brock."

I began slowing pumping it in and out marveling at the resilience
of her springy young flesh while recalling the looser sloppy
feeling of my ex-wife's vagina after two kids. (I didn't blame
her at all, of course. It's one of the trade-offs for the joys of
parenthood). Chelsea's nubile pussy gripped my single finger very
tightly with no effort on her part. 
	
Cleaning her out well would require two fingers and I didn't want
to cause further pain to her bruised and torn flesh by
introducing another of my larger digits. "Maybe it's time for you
to explore her yourself, Darlin'," I offered, slipping my finger
out. "Those long slender fingers of yours should do the trick,
too."
	
"What do I do?" she asked.
	
"Well, slide a finger in and feel around with it first   just
explore her some." She did - and sighed in pleasure as she worked
it in and out until it was buried in her.
	
"It feels so weird... so soft, hot... slippery, wet, kinda
mushy... and tight - all at the same time   and a little sore,
too."
	
"For Brock and me everything in that combination except the
soreness spells 'incredibly wonderful,' I responded with a smile
 drawing a coy look and a slight blush from her beautiful
upturned pixie face. 

"I can teach you something about Tina I think you'll like, if you
want."
	
"What's that?" she asked.
	
"Curl your finger like you're going to scratch an itch on your
palm and rub the front side right behind your clit   what you
call your "button". There's a little rougher patch of skin there.
Feel it?"
	
"Wow!" she said as she twitched reflexively and drew in a sharp
little breath. "That feels great! What is it?"
	
"It's your g-spot, Darlin'. It connects to the same bundle of
sensitive nerve endings leading to your clit. Lots of women can
cum from rubbing that spot when they're getting close, and some
positions for making love stimulate it better than others."
	
"Awesome!"
	
"Now take that one out and try again with two fingers together
this time, okay?"
	
"Okay... cool... Mmmmmm... That hurts a little more but it feels
even better. It, like, stretches me some, too."
	
"Okay, now let's get back to work before you get too carried
away, girl," I said with a gentle laugh. "That was just a
technique to help you feel good when you're on your own and need
to cum. Pull your fingers most of the way out and spread them
apart to open the entrance. We want to get water into you pretty
deeply. Then push your fingers in and out and swirl them around
inside while spreading and closing them like scissors to rinse
her out." She did as I asked and I noticed a small light pink
opaque cloud in the water emanating from her pussy   the last
remnants of her cherry and my seed. 

When the cloud dissipated completely I waited another minute or
two before saying, "Now let me check you to confirm that you got
it all, okay?" 
	
"Sure! Tina is, like, yours, anyway. You can do whatever with
her, Sean," she brightly responded. I took over fingering her
much drier feeling pussy; our fluids had washed away. She winced
a bit while I quickly examined her and, feeling no slippery
substances, I withdrew. We drained the water from the tub and
refilled it to normal depth   this time adding the bubble bath we
had left within reach.
	
Relaxing in the warm bath, she said, "Sean, I don't think we have
to, like, worry about me looking too happy tomorrow."
	
"Why is that, Darlin'?"
	
"I know I'll be real sad when I, like, have to leave you. We
might never get another chance to be alone like this until I'm
eighteen   if you still, uh, want me then." Her mood was already
falling in anticipation.
	
"You're right. I hadn't considered that. Life is too complicated
to guess where we'll be in five years, but I do know I'll never
stop loving you, Chelsea. What we have between us   our history
and the chemistry, our love and especially the experiences we've
shared this weekend are so intense that I couldn't possibly
forget you or stop loving you if I tried. But tonight we're still
together, so let's not spoil it by getting sad already, okay?" 

She thought for a second, looked at me, smiled all over and
quipped, "Okay!" in a light and slightly forced cheery voice.
	
After our bath, we decided to stay naked. We changed the sheets
on the bed, put the laundry in the hamper and refreshed our
drinks before lying back down to cuddle and talk   still naked,
of course. 
	
We went over her story a couple of times. She couldn't find a
phone number and had gone to Britney's old house hoping to find
us, only to learn we didn't live there anymore. When that didn't
work, she wandered around thinking about what to do. 

She ran into a kid her age she had met before who was also a
runaway. She was invited to an empty building where the girl was
staying and hung around there all weekend. There were a couple of
other kids on their own there, too. She would refuse to give
names or places because she didn't want anyone to get in trouble
and she didn't really know where she had been anyway. She had
just followed her friend aimlessly along strange streets as they
talked. It was okay being there, and that one girl was nice.  

Chelsea had a little money, and she had saved some food she took
from her foster home that was in her backpack. The other kids
already had some food in the building, too, so they shared what
they had and didn't go hungry. When she told her friends last
night (tonight) she was looking for my family, one of them probed
her for my name and went to call a friend who looked up my
address and directions on the internet. There was no phone number
listed. 

It started storming when the kid got back, so she waited until
morning. Then she and her friend found their way here and showed
up at my doorstep. He friend held back while she approached the
door. When I answered the intercom and buzzed her up, her friend
left her here. 

I told her about the divorce and my kids moving west with their
mom. The rest of the story was pretty much as it happened Friday
evening through hearing her story out   with the exception of my
decision to immediately call an attorney to see if we could help
her. We also omitted the surprise nude scene after her shower, of
course.
	
Then we talked about the lawyer, and I reiterated the fact that I
would never abandon my efforts to help improve her life. Since I
sincerely didn't believe they would allow me adopt her, I hoped
we could at least stay in contact. They would, in probability, at
least let me contribute financially to her education and
development. 

I repeated that we would have to be very guarded around other
people so they would never suspect our relationship was anything
but pure, (which it had been until the night before).

I asked how she was feeling, and she said she was a little sore
"in both places" but it wasn't bad. "Not many girls lose all of
their cherries in a day except for maybe rape victims," I
reflected. 

"But I do feel really satisfied, like sexually, for the first
time ever," she added. "Tina isn't, uh, wet or swollen or, like,
itchy anymore." She giggled at that and I joined her.

"You do seem to have an unusually strong sex drive, Darlin'."
	
"Yeah, I know... I, um, told you I did."
	
"At least now you'll have some experiences to fantasize about
when you masturbate   and your hymen is gone so you can use your
fingers or other things to help get you off better. On the other
hand, our experiences this weekend could make you want sex even
more."
	
"I just know I want to make love with you, Sean, like, over and
over again forever. The things I've felt with you this weekend
have been so awesome I still can't believe it. I never knew
anything could feel so good."

"Well, I'm an old man in your world, Darlin'. I don't think I
could keep up with you on a daily basis like this. I wish I had
the stamina of a twenty-year-old, but I'm twice that age, and you
would wear me out   have worn me out this weekend. Don't take me
wrong. I've enjoyed every second of being with you and savored
experience we shared. I'd like nothing more than to spend the
future with you. I just know I couldn't maintain this pace every
day like I could when I was younger."

"Yeah, but I bet you like know a lot more than a twenty-year-old
about what makes a girl feel great."
	
"That's true. Experience and patience make up some for the lost
stamina. I know a lot more about the female body and how to treat
a woman   girl in your case - than I did then. In my teens and
early twenties it was always a rush to the finish; maybe because
I could cum again in ten or twenty minutes - and many more times
in a day. Or maybe I just wasn't thinking as much about her."

"It's not really, like, fair, is it, Sean? I can, um, cum over
and over again without stopping and it keeps getting better   but
guys can't. Right?"
	
"Well, I think that's maybe a trade-off for girls having to deal
with periods and giving birth to babies, but you are pretty lucky
in that respect, too. Many women have a real difficult time
reaching orgasm and, once they cum they are done. Some women
don't even know what an orgasm feels like. They enjoy the
touching, closeness and cuddling with their man parts of making
love, but sex feels about the same to them as an intimate
massage. They can't cum at all."
	
"Really?"
	
"It's true. Oh, there are a percentage of multi-orgasmic females
out there like you. I've never looked up the stats, but I'd
venture a guess that you are among a small minority in that
way."

"I must be lucky."
	
"Well, it can also be a mixed blessing to be as highly sexed as
you are. It's great if you have a real good partner or other
outlets for sexual release, but you've already learned how
distracting it can be to be horny and thinking about it all of
the time when you don't have a way to really satisfy yourself."
	
"Yeah, I know. It, like, drives me crazy sometimes."
	
"With your beauty, body and brains, you won't have any shortage
of guys hitting on you, Darlin'. In fact, you're going to have to
get real good at deflecting the advances of guys you don't want
bothering you."

"You're so sweet, Sean. Do you really think that, or are you,
like, just being nice   or jealous?"
	
"Maybe I do want you for myself; I can't be blamed for that, but
I'm absolutely positive of your drawing power for males, Chelsea.
Remember, I was once a horny young guy, too   and I've observed a
lot of interaction between the sexes over the years. For a girl
like you, the trick is going to be in finding ways to deflect a
male's advances nicely without turning into a total bitch. It's
not going to be easy; you'll be a target for every player out
there and a lot of real nice guys   many of whom you won't be
attracted to or won't have anything in common with. Staying a
nice friendly person while getting the message through that you
aren't interested is an art you'll have to master."

"Guys do like to flirt with me at school a lot, but they're so
immature and they, uh, don't impress me. There was one boy at the
second school I went to last year I liked. He was thirteen. We
were in, like, the same math class and we spent some time
together. He was real nice, but he was real shy, too. He didn't
even try to kiss me... and I wanted him to."
	
"When you get to high school and beyond, things will change. Boys
will get a lot more confident, and they'll use every trick in the
book to get into your panties   including lying to you, trying to
make you feel guilty because they're horny, or trying to get you
drunk or high enough so you don't resist their advances."

After a moment's reflection I went on, "You'll also have to deal
with your sex drive. If you're horny yourself at the time, you'll
have an even harder time exercising sound judgment about whether
or not you want to sleep with a guy. You're bright, though, and I
think you'll develop strong enough people skills to handle it  
at least I hope so." 
	
"I do worry sometimes about becoming, like, a slut. There are
sluts at Hope House, because they learned about, uh, sex early
and know that they can get what they want from guys and, like,
have fun at the same time. Jill told me she has sucked hundreds
of willies and had, uh, regular sex with more guys than she can
remember... You remember her? I think I told you she ran away
and, uh, that guy, like, made her have sex with men for money?"
	
"Yes, I remember... poor girl."
	
"She didn't think it was a big deal   maybe because of her
stepfather raping her and stuff. She, uh, has different ideas
about love and sex."
	
"That's a road I hope you never have to travel, Darlin'. Selling
your body is a real tough lifestyle from what I've heard. There
are lots of drugs in that world, and many girls age quickly or
die fairly early if they don't get out in time   sometimes from
debilitating diseases they got through sex with strangers and
other times from the effects of hard drugs or the exposure to
rougher crowds."
	
"I never want to do that. I want sex and love to be in the same
part of my life. And now that you've showed me how, like, awesome
sex with someone you love can be I, uh, don't think I could ever
settle for anything else."
	
"I'm happy to hear that, Darlin'. With your brains, looks and a
decent education, you have the potential to become just about
anything you want to be in life. Like I've told my girls, just
don't let yourself fall into any life-changing traps like early
pregnancy, drug addiction, debt or legal problems, and the
options will stay open to you for a long long time." 

She absorbed it for a moment and replied, "That makes sense."
	
"I'm glad you agree."

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, each lost in our own
thoughts. I was on my back with my right arm around her and she
was on her side with her head on my shoulder and her right knee
cocked over my thigh. Both of us were still naked but not
conscious of it at the time. I casually stroked her arm and side
 or just rested my hand on her soft smooth ass while her fingers
idly played with the curls on my chest. 

"You know, I think I wanted this with you even before I, like,
knew what "it" was," she murmured softly glancing up at me.

"Why do you say that?"

"Do you remember when I slept over a few years ago after Mom took
me for those glamor shots?"

"I sure do, you were simply stunning, Chelsea."

"Thank you." she replied with a blush. I have a confession to
make though..."

"What's that?"

"Well, did you know I was, like, teasing you - on purpose   um,
whenever I could that weekend?" she asked quietly while gauging
my reaction. 

"I know I was tempted, Darlin', and I wondered if it was
intentional," I responded with a light laugh. "What were you
trying to do to me?"

"I didn't really know... I, um, noticed you looking at my panties
when I was, uh, spinning around on that chair in your office, and
I saw your eyes, like, light up. It made me feel good, so I, um,
kept doing it. I think it reminded me of a time when I was real
little, uh, when Britney and I were, like, playing in your back
yard. I had taken off my panties earlier, um..., 'cause I, like,
got some pee on them or something, and, uh, I forgot to go put
another pair on. When I saw you looking at my coochie at the
patio table, it made me feel warm and tingly, um, down there so
I, like, fixed it... so you could see more. I knew I was being
naughty, but I, um, liked it."

"I didn't think you would remember that. You caught me looking,
and then I saw you adjusting your shorts, so I knew you were
intentionally doing it   at least after you noticed me looking. I
remember thinking you were just being a mischievous little girl
having fun."

"I was..." She appeared to be thinking for a minute or so before
continuing. "Um, that night my pictures were taken, Britney fell
asleep and I heard you playing music. I felt like being naughty,
and I, like, took off my panties so I could show you my coochie
again. I tried to act, like, innocent, but I wanted to see your
reaction... and, uh, I'm not sure what I wanted... maybe for you
to, um, touch it or something." A shrug with the latter thought
was revealing.

"I remember that, too. It took some self-control to stop looking
at that pretty little coochie of yours   I am a male - but I
couldn't let myself make a move on a child. You were only ten
then, Darlin'. Do I sense an exhibitionist in the making here?"

"What's that?" she asked curiously.

"A person who gets a sexual charge from showing off their body or
taking sexual risks   usually in a public setting where there is
a possibility of getting caught." 

"I don't think so. I never, like, even thought of doing that with
anyone else. I don't know. Showing it to you did make it, uh,
tingle and get warm... and feel real good. It's confusing. I
always thought, um, even when I was little, that I felt closer to
you than anyone. I think I, um   What's that word?... "sensed?" -
that you liked looking at my privates, and I wanted to get you
to... I don't know, make you notice me."

"You certainly did that, Darlin'." 

"But you never touched me or, like, even made me feel
uncomfortable about it."

"No. I never saw myself as a pedophile; I guess I would fit that
definition now, though."

"I promise, Sean, uh, cross my heart - no-one will ever know,"
she replied earnestly.

"Okay, now I have a question for you, Darlin'. Did you know I was
looking at your naked coochie yesterday morning at breakfast? Was
that a tease, too?"

"No!" she replied with a blush. "How did you do that?" I
explained what I had seen through the glass tabletop and she
chuckled. "I guess I, like, need to be more careful," she said
before breaking into to a giggling fit she couldn't control.

When she recovered and wiped the tears from her eyes, I added,
"That was one of many incidents Friday night and yesterday
nudging me toward a line I didn't want to cross with you,
Darlin'. She started to protest or reassure me when I cut her
off, "After experiencing making love with you, Chelsea, I
wouldn't change a thing about this weekend even if I could." She
glowed and quietly moved in for a loving kiss.

We cuddled in silence together and, after about ten minutes of
reviewing those memorable two plus days in my mind, I asked, "Are
you sleepy, Darlin'?"

"A little," she replied.

"I'm about done. I know it's only a little after ten, but you
wore me out today, and I need to be sharp in the morning."

"It's okay, Sean. I'm a little sleepy, too." she responded. 

After brushing our teeth and shutting down the condo, we returned
to bed   not bothering with clothes, of course. We shared another
kiss and then snuggled together spoon fashion with her naked form
wrapped safely in my arms. I was out in minutes   my last memory
being the sensation of the top of her head on my chin and the
freshly washed scent of her hair, as soft and fine as an
infant's...

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