Perverts 'R' Us
Fishing Cabin, Part I
By Jo Blo ( M/g, ws, con, first, mild-scat )
I was annoyed when the phone rang just as I had packed the last of my supplies for the weekend into the truck. It was Maurine O'Connell, a neighbor whom I had met the week before at the Neighborhood Association meeting I attended just after moving to town.
She talks too much. She is too much. I'll summarize the conversation. Her redneck ex-husband has not and will not show up to take her daughter Tanzy for the weekend, and she, Maurine, has to leave shortly for a work "retreat." Since I am a writer, and therefore presumably have nothing better to do, would I mind watching Tanzy for the weekend, until late Sunday night. She, Maurine, would find some way to make it more than worth my while even though she doesn't have a while lot of money at the moment. (I hope that Tanzy wasn't within earshot of that slutty remark made by her athletic, over-eager mother.) I'm not to worry; Tanzy is a very obedient and trouble-free kid.
I explained that I was on my way out the door to spend the weekend at my fishing cabin, so... She would not be deterred. I was her absolutely only hope. It would be good for Tanzy to get into the great outdoors for a change. She would drop Tanzy off in ten minutes. Goodbye.
In only nine minutes Tanzy and I stood watching her mom's Intrepid's rear end getting rapidly smaller as she drove off to her rendezvous, I mean "retreat."
Tanzy looked at me. I looked at her. Wow, I had an overwhelming urge to start kissing the band of freckles that started on both cheeks and ran across her nose. Her fine hair color used to be called "strawberry" and was cut in a perfect pageboy. She was long and lean in the way that preteens' bones have in growing longer faster than the rest of their body can keep up with. She was wearing at shortie shirt that showed her midriff and swung about an inch away from her middle, held out by what looked like two wads of ABC Double Bubble gum. Her white shorts were cuffed just below where her legs met her pelvis. I guessed that she was ten.
"Your mom forgot to leave your bag."
"I didn't have time to pack. I have stuff at my father's house, and, actually I didn't really expect that I'd being going anywhere today anyway. As usual. Do I really have to go camping?"
I explained that it was not camping, that I had a cabin in the woods with a lake. Not much else but solitude and soft air. She didn't ask what "solitude" was. Smart girl, she must read.
I found out that, no, she wasn't ten, she was nine, as we made chit chat on the highway. It was a glorious day weather-wise and I was looking forward to my usual routine of swimming, writing and pretending to fish. Well, not so routine perhaps, all of a sudden.
"First thing I always do when I get to the cabin is take a swim. Wash off the city, if you know what I mean."
She looked a little disappointed.
"You know how to swim, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"So, do you want to take a swim when we get there?"
"How?"
How? She just told me she knows how to swim.
"I don't have a suit."
"Neither do I. I go skinny dipping," I said without thinking. "There is no one within fifteen miles of my hideaway," I added with more not thinking.
She looked at me blankly. Oops, now she is uncomfortable.
"I suppose you could swim in your panties and bra."
"It's not much of a bra," she said blandly. An odd movement from the passenger seat caught my peripheral attention and I turned to look at her as she smoothly pulled up her shirt to show me her "bra." It was just two triangles of flat soft cotton (combed?) like girls' panties are made out of, sewn to elastic bands and loosely covering her deliciously protruding nipples. I stared until the automatic pilot part of my brain swung my head back around to the road that was going by at 65 mph. Did she want me to compliment her "bra" or agree with her? She kept her shirt up so that I could take another long look.
After an awkward moment of silence, she said, "What's 'skinny dipping'?"
"That's swimming without a suit. Without anything on. Nude."
"Oh. Can I do that, too?"
"Sure. At the cabin we can do anything we want." Anything we want! Did I really say that? Did I really mean it? You bet. My cock was firm and throbbing. With no further discussion forthcoming, Tanzy laid her head on my right shoulder and looped her thin arm around mine. She sighed and visibly relaxed. At least I didn't use the word "training" when discussing the bra.
At the cabin, Tanzy followed me in when I dropped off my pack and looked the place over. No sign of human or animal visitation. Tanzy bounced her little butt three times on the one large bed. She spotted the TV and said, "Well, at least we have electricity." I explained that yes, there is electricity but no reception, the TV is only for plugging my camcorder into. She took it in stride, moving on to the next order of interest.
"I've got to make pee, where is the bathroom?"
"I don't want you to pee now. Remember, I said first we swim. Then we can take care of other business." She looked at me for a long instant, but said nothing. Good girl.
I led the way out and down to the lake. We kicked off our sandals. As I started unbuttoning my shirt, looking directly at Tanzy, she crossed her arms in front of her, grabbed her top and with a simple swoosh brought it over her head and threw it onto the closest huckleberry bush. She turned around and said with some tremolo, "Would you untie this, please?" Her "bra" straps were tied in the back, definitely homemade. This little garment went over her top and I stood looking at her pale chest decorated with a fairy dust sprinkling of dark orange freckles and her two bubble gum pink nipples that were centered on faintly bulging breast buds.
I was transfixed. She wasn't and slowly pulled down her shorts. She was wearing cotton panties with faded prints of little sunflowers. They were a little tight on her and a little frayed. Last year's panties. They had worked up between her butt cheeks and were pulled tight over her obviously hairless mound of Venus. With thumbs stuck through either side of the waistband she carefully pulled down her panties. They held tight for a moment between her cheeks before springing down to her knees. She lightly stepped out and was there before me in splendid healthy, hairless, glowing Lolita glory. Well, not quite hairless. On the puffy mound the sun highlighted a velvet covering of angle hair with three, yes, count them, three real, blonde pubic hairs. A preview of coming attractions. I stood there with my hands at my neck still paused at my shirt button.
"Your turn." She was smiling and rocking back and forth from leg to leg. I stripped, trying to be as casual as she was. Then we stood there looking at each other in the sunshine, in the nude. She stared unabashedly at my cock, which was pointing straight at her from its nest of dark pubic hair. If I had taken one step towards Tanzy, the tip of my dick would have docked with her navel. She stopped rocking. Now it was her turn to be transfixed.
"My cock is waving at you because it likes you," was the best I could come up with. It was the right thing to say because she laughed and looked at my face for a moment before returning her full interest to my obviously interesting crotch.
"To the water is over there," I said turning slightly and pointing with my cock. I started walking to the water and said, "Let me show you a little trick called, 'Now you see it, now you don't'." I waded in with Tanzy at my heels.
We swam, she like an otter to my porpoise; we splashed, I grabbed her slippery skin and tossed her into the air a few times much to her girlish glee. To the cool water did its magic; we were energized, refreshed. My rigid cock of the shore turned into its smallest incarnation and Tanzy's amazing nipples redoubled their efforts to leap off her chest and stick me in the eyes.
"I really have to pee-pee now," Tanzy said with some urgency.
"Not in my lake, young lady. And not until I tell you to, O.K.?"
"O.K., Boss." The "boss" part was sarcastic.
Back on shore we lay side by side in the sun and were dry in a minute.
"What happened to your... pointer?"
I explained about the effects of cold on male genitalia and invited her to watch the slow but perceptible retransformation of Mr. Dick. She propped up on one elbow, squinted against the sunlight and watched intently as the blood slowly reinflated my cock. I told her that cold water had other physiological effects like making her need to piss stronger and keeping her nipples at attention. She squirmed a little and flexed her thigh muscles when I mentioned "piss" and blushed slightly when I mentioned her nipples, the closest of which was now hovering about eight inches away from my mouth.
"I suppose you like women with big breasts with normal nipples," she said with disappointment "Women who need real bras." Back to the bra again.
"If your bra bothers you, why do you wear it?" Her gaze left my groin to look me in the face to see it I was kidding or just stupid.
"I know about cold water but I don't know much about breasts. I was never an almost ten-year-old girl."
After a moment's consideration Tanzy decided to explain it to me. She made her "bra" because her nipples were so sensitive even the softest material made them tight and jumpy. Her mother hadn't even noticed her budding breasts. I assumed that her interests lay elsewhere.
"I have never seen prettier nipples or a more beautiful body than yours, Tanzy." And I kissed her gently on the mouth. She kissed back and pressed her skinny body against me. Her nipples poked me hard in the chest.
In a few minutes we came up for breath. Tanzy noticed that my "pointer" was back bigger than before, pointing straight up at the sun. I circled her hypersensitive nipples gently with my finger and gave her a two-bit lecture on enervation and how certain regions of the body had extra feeling. Nipples, fingers, lips, penises.
"That is why it feels so good when you rub yourself down here." And I put my finger lightly on the top of her slit. She sat bolt upright, her mouth opened and she stared at me without saying a word. She did not slap away my finger nor pull away her body.
"How did you know?"
"Know what? About nerves? Oh, about her secret spot!" I decided to be bold.
"I will teach you magic this weekend and whenever you come with me to this special place. Yes, I know about your secret spot. You are ready to learn more about secret spots and the pleasures they can give. I know you are ready because when I tell you not to piss, you listen."
Her thigh muscles involuntarily squeeze again at the mention of her need.
"Do you accept me as your teacher and guide?" Slow, serious nod.
"I will not hurt you. I expect you to do what I say and to tell me what you feel, what you think and to ask me anything." She nods again.
"You know that this has to be our secret, no one else can know."
"Of course, I'm not a child you know." Yeah, right.
"Shall we continue?" Nod.
"Do you really need to piss?" Many quick head nods.
"Then get on your knees over my face."
Instantly she was kneeling on either side of my head, her feet nestled in my armpits. Her glorious cunny was one inch from the tip of my nose. I inhaled deeply but only got the faintest whiff of sweetness since we had just come from the lake.
"Now pull your little lips apart and show me your secret spot."
"O.K., but what if some pee comes out?!"
"Hold your pee in but try to relax the rest of your body." She did with a deep breath. Tanzy is a natural.
Slowly she gently spread her cunt lips right in my face. There was her perfect tiny clit covered with a tiny, taught hood of pure white skin. Her pee hole was barely perceptible below her clit and just above... my god, her hymen was translucent, a glowing pink color, glistening and spread right over my tongue. My tongue automatically reached out and slowly, thoroughly spread itself over her open hole. Her thighs tensed, then immediately relaxed.
"You are kissing me there?" Tanzy whispered.
"Oh, yes, and I am going to lick you and taste you and get you slippery and make you feel good."
"But, what does it taste like?"
"Haven't you licked your finger after touching yourself between the legs, Tanzy?" Her blush told me she had.
Even though it was July and warm, it was late afternoon and a breeze was picking up. Naked and kneeling above me, the warm breeze cooled Tanzy a little too much and, with a shiver, a short squirt of her pee shot out into my mouth. She let out an involuntary, 'Oh! I'm sorry! I am trying to follow your directions. Will you still teach me body magic? Please?"
"Yes, Tanzy, I will. And we just had the first lesson: Your body knows when something is right. Your body, without listening to your mind, said, 'Now it's time to pee.' Go ahead, pee in my mouth."
My words had the magic effect. Even while she was asking, "Really?!" her piss stream began. It was time. She had been a good girl, holding her light amber fluid under pressure because I had asked her to. And she was enjoying releasing it in to my eager mouth, again because I had asked her to. I pulled her slim hips down so that her cunny was sealed against my lips and drank from the Fountain of Youth. This perfect act lasted only a scant minute and I enjoyed every nanosecond of it. After a couple of final little squirts, her pee stopped. She was empty. Yes, I then licked her slit from stem to stern, cleaning the last of her thin urine. I put the tip of my sensitive tongue into her peach and pushed it against her maidenhead. Pure bliss.
I looked up past her flat belly, her protruding nippletts, to her face, and saw that she had her eyes closed and was slightly smiling, like the Mona Lisa. What was going through this angel's mind, now that she had just had her first skinny dip, seen her first cock made hard just for her, given her first golden shower, and had a taste of cunnilingus?
After a little intake of breath, Tanzy said, "Wow, that felt great. I had no idea." She lay down next to me and snuggled up tight. I cupped her whole little tush in one hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. She relaxed completely and I took the opportunity to push my middle finger between her butt cheeks and began playing with her tiny ass hole. She squirmed a little and looked at me wide-eyed, but she was so relaxed after her satisfying pee that her little sphincter opened naturally to my gently probing fingertip. My neurons were firing like a firestorm and I felt every bit of her soft skin. I felt her little ring of a confused anus, which was not used to something pushing against it from outside, her warmth, and then, the smooth, hot inner sheath of her ass on the other side of the ring. My fingertip was in her butt and slowly pushing further.
"Breathe" I said out loud because both of us had been holding our breath. The little thing needed to breathe and took a deep one. As she did I pushed my finger deeper. And then an incredible thing happened. I felt the tip of a firm little girl turd resting comfortable in her rectum, waiting for enough pressure and the right time to push against the anus that was now firmly gripping my second knuckle. I gave it a firm push up in to her belly and slowly pulled my finger out. I'll see you later, little turd.
Tanzy lay back flat, breathing fast through her mouth. She was very excited by the totally novel sensations. I unsteadily got on my knees and straddled the little girl's body. My aching dick, oozing pre-cum was pointed straight at the angle's face. "Are you going to pee-pee on me?" she asked in a little girl voice, this time with a lot of tremolo."
"No, I am going to cum on you now. It won't hurt you, but it might surprise you. I'll explain it to you after. Give me your hands."
She did and I placed them against my ball sack and began to stroke my dick, watching her face watching my hand working my shaft. Her freckles, her hair, her "bra," her nipples, her cunny, and finally her piss and my finger up her butt; now it is time to spew. And I did! The first blast hit her hard right across the face, over her hair and well beyond. She closed her eyes (too late) and recoiled slightly. The second shot was less of a surprise, and just as copious. I watched, mesmerized, as I pumped a huge amount of thick cum all over her chin, lips, nose, forehead, hair, and watched it pool on her eye lids, slide down her chin onto her thin neck, and even begin to drip in to her ears. I plastered her completely. Gentle little girl fingers gingerly holding your balls has an amazing effect on how much jizz you can spew.
I slowly moved down and took her left nipplett into my mouth and gave it a tiny suck. Tanzy wasn't sure what had happened, couldn't see what was happening, but sensed by my nipple kiss that it was over. She lay still while I reached for my digital camera. As I began shooting the sexiest portrait ever, her Mona Lisa smile slowly returned.
We had only been at the fishing cabin for two hours. We had three more days.
Of course, this is pure fiction. These events did not happen. This behavior should not be engaged in, ever. This is story of imagination, for fantasy purposes only, and only for adults.