Perverts 'R' Us

Kathy's Preteen Pool Party

By Paul2LickHer ( M/g, 1st, Con, Oral, Mast )

"Aeeeeii"! Splash! Giggle giggle. Chatter, chatter, chatter. Such are the sounds of a preteen birthday pool party. My girlfriend, the single mom of a cute little 9-year-old that I had been trying to work my magic on for the past two months without success, had volunteered to help another mother with her daughter's pool party at their house. Guess who else was drafted?

Not that I minded too much. While I don't dig the assault on the auditory senses from a dozen or so screaming little female banshees from 8-10 years old, I do like visuals of their near-naked (bathing suit clad), glistening bodies running about. I especially like being the only adult male there; being the one they looked to for some pool games, like tossing a few of them through the air. Naturally one has to place one's hand on their tight little bottoms in order to catapult them forward.

Now that part was done and now I was resting under the sun umbrella at one of the pool-side tables. That's when Kathy approached with a piece of the birthday cake, and started up a conversation. Kathy was 9. She had shoulder-blade-length mousy brown hair and well, she was a cutie. Just the kind I like. Not too chubby. Not skinny and ALL legs or ribs, but rather well proportioned. And in a few short minutes I had her history and that of her divorced mother and "bratty" brothers, in that rapid-fire speech that so many 9-year-olds are capable of.

And somehow, I think she asked if she could but I'm not sure, she ended up sitting on my lap, her legs spread on the outside of mine with her back to me. And as she sat and chatted and ate her cake, I was getting aroused.

You see Kathy was kind of wiggly on my lap. She kept having to adjust herself to keep from falling off. Every time she'd turn around to look at me when she talked or would lean forward to the table to take a bite of cake or for well, just about any other reason. Of course my lap was also where my penis is located. Well sort of. But you get the point.

And Kathy was cute and nearly naked. By that I mean it looked like she was wearing last year's bikini. Not too tight mind you. But the ties were about as far out as they could go and still tie. And her shifting and bouncing her bum around on my lap didn't help matters any.

In fact I thought the whole world could see the erection forming in my trunks. Such was my guilt (Well, fear really. I never really felt guilty about my lust for young girls, anymore than I did for their adult counterparts. I was just horny for females and age was of little barrier to me) that I must have jumped a foot out of my skin when my girlfriend, Cindy, came up behind me and said,

"Ha! I caught you!"

I must have looked stricken for she immediately started to laugh, delighted at having startled me. She went on playfully, "I knew you were cheating on me, but I didn't know it was with someone so pretty," she said, winking at Kathy. "You better mind your manners, sister," she teased Kathy, "that's my man whose lap you're sitting on."

Kathy's playful response was to half turn on my lap and throw her arms around my neck, hug herself close to me and retort with,

"Finders keepers."

That got a laugh out of Cindy and a little comment and a wink at me as she walked away, "Well, maybe I'll find you later." She smiled the delightful promise at me.

"I don't like her," Kathy pouted as Cindy left. I didn't say anything. I didn't want to start a cat-fight.

So happy was I at not having really been caught, erection and all by Cindy, that I belatedly noticed that I was now fully hard in my trunks and was subconsciously pushing myself up, if only by millimeters, to rub back on Kathy's bum. Kathy meanwhile was again facing forward. She seemed deep in thought and playing with her cake rather than eating it, and it seemed as if she were pressing her bottom back and down against my erection.

Kathy then turned and looked over her shoulder at me and right into my eyes. Then I remembered. In the pool, when grabbing some of the girls below the waist and/or sliding my hand down and around their bottoms (all by accident of course) or deliberately putting it there to boost them in the air, I'd sometimes get "the look".

The look said, "I know you're touching me how and where you're not supposed to, but I kinda like it. So I'm not gonna tell."

Now I remembered that Kathy was one of the girls who had given me the look in the pool, and she was now giving it to me again. That is why I was surprised when she suddenly slid off my lap and started to walk away.

Then she stopped a few feet away and explained, "I have to go to the bathroom." To which I just smiled and inclined my head in acknowledgment.

Letting out a silent whistle, while surreptitiously trying to adjust my erection in my trunks so it would be less obvious, I took a sip of my drink as I glanced up and looked about to see if anyone had been watching us… or me. I didn't see any signs of that, but what I did see was Kathy standing by the sliding-glass back door.

I thought she was going to the bathroom. But she was just standing there. Watching me from across the pool. Then, when she was sure I saw her, when we made eye contact, she went inside. Did she just silently invite me to follow her? It was probably wishful thinking on my part, but I got up with all the "cool" I could muster. Draping a long pool towel over my shoulder and down the front of my trunks to hide my now half erection, I walked into the house through the same door Kathy went in.

There were a few kids in the kitchen and den area, but no one was paying any attention to me. Or to the little girl, Kathy, sitting at the bottom of the stairs staring in my direction.

Across the room our eyes met again. She stood and went up the stairs while glancing over her shoulder at me.

Another invitation? Only one way to find out. Again after looking around to make sure no one was really interested in what I was doing, I slowly mounted the stairs.

The upstairs was deserted as it was declared off limits to the kids. I heard or saw no one. So, where was Kathy? Slowly I walked down the hall. When I got to the upstairs hall bathroom the door was open and I saw her.

She was sitting opposite the door on the edge of the shower tub. As you walked in to the bathroom the sink and counter were on your left. Next was the toilet, also on the left. The shower tub was across the far wall from the door. And there she sat.

With one last check to see if anyone else was around, I stepped just inside the bathroom door and smiled and said cheerfully, "Hey, kiddo, what's up?"

With that Kathy stood up and brushed past me to the door. I thought she was out of there, but instead she shut the bathroom door and locked it. She quickly returned to her place sitting on the edge of the tub, as I dropped my towel to the floor.

Surprised, intrigued and hopeful, I maintained my exterior calm as I asked her, "So, what's going on, Kitten?" For some long seconds she just kind of looked at me as if making some heavy decision. Then it came to her and she said it.

"Can I see it?"

"See what, honey?" I said, hoping I knew what it was. And that hope was causing it to stir again.

Then she pointed at my crotch. "Your weenie. Can I see your weenie?"

Well, she almost could see it then. The hardness of my weenie was showing again under my trunks.

I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Here I was, alone and apparently unnoticed and nearly naked (For what are swim trunks and a bikini if not little more than boxers and bra & panties?) with this highly attractive 9-year-old. Who, by her own wish and desire, wants to see my penis. I hope she really didn't notice the gaped mouth stupid look I felt on my face. I don't think so. I think I recovered fast enough that she didn't. Within seconds I was in the game, so to speak.

"Well sure, Kathy, you can see my weenie if you really want to. Do you really want to?"

"Yeah."

"Well, if I show you mine…will you show me yours?"

A pause for thought then a slow nod was my answer.

"OK," I said as I teased her (though I'm not sure she took it as a sexual teasing) by taking out the tie string from my trunks and untying it, "but first you have to take off your top so we're even. I don't have my top on, right?"

A second of thought must have convinced her that there was some logic in what I said for then she said, "OK" and reached around behind her to unclasp her top and slip it off.

I tried not to gasp. She was only 9 after all and was appropriately flat there. But for those of us who are girl lovers, the nakedness of a preteen girl's chest can be just as arousing as that of a girl 13, 16 or 23. Especially in a circumstance such as this where you knew that there was more to come.

But one of the things that added to the attractiveness of this willing young girl who was nearing her own nakedness was the tan lines. Particularly the fact that her whole body was tan except for the area covered by her bikini top. The area that the top had protected was white and therefore gave the illusion of there actually being raised breasts there. The effect was…stimulating to say the least.

I walked toward her slowly and slowly raised my hand to her chest as I did. Seeing no objection I touched the nipple of her left breast-to-be with the pad of my index and middle finger and stroked the area (petted would be more accurate) gently a few times before raising my other hand to her right nipple and doing the same.

"You really have very nice boobies," I told her in a low murmur. She didn't say anything but I sensed that she was happy with the compliment. I spent the next couple of minutes just stroking/petting her nipples and breast area with either my fingertips or thumbs. Then I collected myself, took a deep breath and stepped back a little.

"So, you wanna see my penis?" I said, switching to the adult word. "How come?"

Kathy shrugged then said matter of factly, "I've never seen one." There was a pause for some thought then she amended, "Except for my little brother's. But he was just a kid and that was a long time ago".

"But why do you wanna see mine?" I wasn't trying to talk her out of it. I just found talking with this young girl about looking at my penis to be very exciting.

Another shrug. "I don't know. I was sitting on your lap and I felt it…" she kind of trailed off as if not sure what to say further. Then I thought she might be getting cold feet. Time for the save.

"Well, that's OK. In fact, I was happy you were sitting on my lap and I was hoping you'd ask to see it." (I've always found it best to make them think their ideas were nearly brilliant in this regard.) "Did you feel it against your bottom?" Now she blushed and I could even see the color change on her chest. Still, she nodded yes.

"Did you think it felt kind of neat?" That question was asked in such a way as to convey the idea that the right answer was "Yes". And "yes" was her answer.

"Do you remember when we were in the pool and I put my hand on your bottom?"

A nod.

"Did you like that?" I asked with a big smile, again to convey what the right answer was.

Another nod.

"Good. Now remember, you said you would show me yours if I showed you mine. Right?"

"Yes."

"Promise? Cross your heart and hope to die?"

"Cross my heart (she did) and hope to die."

I know it sounds silly, but it's all a necessary part of the game.

"OK then, here goes."

And with that I took hold of the waist of my trunks and peeled them down to my ankles and stepped out of them, kicking them behind me. I stood naked and aroused before her.

I gave her a few seconds to stare. But not too much time. I've had them back out at the last minute if you give them too much time to think about their end of the deal.

"OK. Your turn."

A blank stare.

"Your bottoms. Your turn to take off your bikini bottoms now."

Slowly her hands moved to the waist of her bikini bottoms and she pushed them down as I felt myself draw in a ragged breath. Within seconds she had them off and she was standing naked in front of me.

The tan that outlined the white of her crotch and hips had the same effect as it had on her breasts, giving the illusion of a fullness not really there yet. But nothing could be done about the lack of hair on her naked girlhood, the sight of which nearly caused me to shoot my load in midair.

It wouldn't be the first time I'd done that if I had. More than once, by the time I got some cute young thing naked, I came right at the point her naked girlhood was exposed to me. Nothing was directly stimulating my cock at those times. It was just bobbing in the air. Then when she (whoever) was fully naked, usually by my having just pulled her panties off or down, I came. Such was my arousal by then.

Now, with Kathy, it was only a matter of how much longer I could last before I let loose. Not long, of that I was sure.

I'm not sure how many dozens of seconds we just stared at each other's nakedness. Nearly two minutes I'm sure. I do know it was me who finally spoke.

"Wow! You're beautiful!" Well, maybe beautiful was too strong a word. But I was alone and naked with an attractive 9-year-old girl, so it seemed like the thing to say. Whatever the case, that seemed to break the spell on her as well, as she paid me the compliment back, "So are you".

We laughed a few seconds later at the realization that the situation was awkward and that she had just said that a "boy" was beautiful too. But now the ice was broken.

"So, do you like it?" I said referring to my hard cock that was just a couple of feet away from her.

She just nodded.

"Well, I like you too." She didn't know it, but I was referring to her nakedness in general. "Would you like to touch it?"

She looked fearful, yet very intrigued as she considered my offer. Finally she nodded her head and I took a step toward her. I could tell she was willing herself not to take a step back.

"Now go ahead and sit on the toilet seat, honey." When she did I stepped toward her and straddled her knees as I offered my hard cock to her. "Go ahead. Touch it". Slowly she raised her hand to it and touched it with the tip of one finger. When it didn't explode like a stick of dynamite or take a bite out of her, she touched it with a couple more fingers.

After about 30 seconds she had her whole hand on and around it, taking in its shape and feel as she gripped and touched my hardness at various points along the head and shaft. The fact that I encouraged her with soft moans of pleasure and "Oh, Kathy, it feels so good when you touch me like that," helped build her confidence in handling me as I stroked her hair and shoulder and leaned forward a little to again feel her girl chest.

But I had a problem. My balls were about to burst under the circumstances. Now was the time for educational honesty.

"You know why it's hard like that, honey?"

"Because you like me?" I was kinda taken aback by the accuracy of the response.

"Yes, that's right. But how do you know that?"

"I heard mom telling Brittany about it."

"Who's Brittany?"

"My big sister. She's 13."

"What did you hear your mom tell her?" I asked as she continued to work and study my cock with her hands and eyes.

She shrugged, "You know, about boys and girls and babies and stuff. You know."

"Yes, I know. So you know where babies come from?"

"Kinda."

"And how they get there?"

She nodded, but I wasn't so sure.

"So, you know that a boy's penis gets hard when he likes a girl. Is that right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, then I guess you can tell I REALLY like you 'cause I'm REALLY hard, right?"

"Yeah," she laughed as she answered.

"Well, I find you a very attractive and a very exciting girl. That's why I'm so hard. And you know, one of the things that happens when a boy really likes a girl, one of the reasons a boy gets hard, is so he can put his weenie inside the girl and give her a baby to carry."

"Yeah, I know. I heard mom tell Brittany."

I wasn't sure that is the way she heard her mom tell her sister. Maybe it was, but she had the basics down, however imperfectly.

"Well, one of the things that helps the boy give the girl a baby is he rubs his penis inside her until he shoots his…boy milk into her. That helps her make a baby".

She stopped stroking me and looked unbelieving at me. "Boys don't have milk." she corrected me.

"Oh yes they do. And when a girl plays with a boy's weenie, like you're playing with mine, it makes it feel really good. And it brings the milk out. See?" I said pointing to the pre-cum on the tip of my cock. "That's a little seeping out now. But what really happens is that it shoots out a lot, about a tablespoon full or more. Wanna see?"

"Sure," she said with some doubt in her voice.

I was very turned on and close to cumming as it was. If fact, I could have closed my eyes and directed Kathy to masturbate me a certain way and I would have shot in a minute or two. But no use scaring her by cumming all over her the first time. Better to show her what to expect in the future. The near future.

"OK, look over here. I'm gonna shoot my milk over the tub so it doesn't make a mess. You made my penis feel great by the way you were touching it. But now I am having a hard time stopping the milk from cumming out because it feels so good. It's kinda like a sneeze. You know, sometimes you just have to sneeze and when you do it feels good?" I said. I turned toward the tub and began to stroke my cock with my thumb and first two fingers as she moved around to watch me.

"Yeah."

"Well, another name for the milk is 'cum', and when a guy shoots his milk its called 'cumming'. Anyway, you know how good you feel after you stretch in the morning or yawn or sneeze?"

"Yeah."

"Well, cumming feels like that…only 10 times better."

"Do girls…cum?"

"Yes they do. It's different than boys. They usually don't shoot anything out but it feels just as good, sometimes better, as it does for a boy."

From turning toward the tub until now was only about a minute, and I was about to boil over.

"Now watch."

And she did. Her mouth gaped as my cum sprang from my cock in a few short spurts. Before I finished, I caught the last few globs in my hand as I dribbled to a stop.

"Well," I asked her somewhat breathless, "what do you think of that?"

She looked at the cum I had shot in the tub, the first glob sliming down the far wall and the other spurt or two that had fallen on its floor, and at the teaspoon full I held cupped in my hand. Then she giggled.

"It looks like snot!" she laughed.

I chuckled a little with her. "Yes, but it tastes pretty good." And with that I dipped the tip of my finger into the bit I had in my hand and licked it off.

"Mmm, tastes good."

"Ewwww. That's gross!"

"No it's not. Here, try some." I said holding my hand out to her. "Lots of girls like it. Some don't. But most teenage girls do. You should at least try it." I took another taste of my cum to reinforce that it wasn't poison.

The part about teenage girls liking it got to her. It usually does. Basically I was saying that grown up girls like it. Don't you wanna be grown up?

"Go on. Just a little taste."

She wrinkled her nose, but slowly lifted a finger to the spunk in my hand and dipped the tip into it. Then doubtfully she put it in her mouth and thoughtfully evaluated the taste.

"Tastes like salt," she appraised matter of factly.

"Yeah. Some girls think it does. Do you like it? Want some more?"

"No. I don't think so."

I just smiled and shrugged to let her know that her decision was OK by me.

"OK, but I don't wanna waste it," I said as I knelt in front of her. Thank god the urgency was gone. But my erection, which only lost about 25% of its hardness, was not. Shortly it would be back to full bore. So, to help it along…

I dipped my finger twice more into the man juice in my hand and painted each of her nipples with it with the tip of my finger. "Here, spread your legs a little. Since you touched me, I guess you don't mind if I touch you…do you?"

But I was already touching her as soon as she spread her legs, which was the instant I asked her to. In fact I had dipped my finger twice more into the goo and I was now painting her puffy girl lips with my slickness. I looked her in the eyes as I slowly licked the rest of my cum from my palm.

I noticed her breath catching a bit as my finger moved back and forth along the ridge of her girlhood. At the same time I slipped my other hand around her ass and I was cupping and caressing one cheek as a finger of two of that hand explored her rear crack a little. But only a little. Just enough to part the cheeks a quarter inch from where they touched each other. No need to freak her out.

"Do you like this?" I asked as I continued to stroke her between her legs.

She nodded.

"Good. I only wanna make you happy. I want to make you feel real good." With that I slowly leaned in and used the tip of my tongue to lick the by now half dry cum from her right nipple.

Then as I changed to the other nipple.

"I wanna make you feel as good…" contact with her left nipple. Then moving back to the right for a quick kiss on it.

"…as you…'' kiss the right nipple.

"…made…" kiss the left nipple.

"…me…" kiss the right nipple.

"…feel…" with that I sank down a little lower and kissed her right on the top curve of her naked little girl slit.

Then, looking back up at her while holding both her ass cheeks in my hands and playfully tugging her toward me while not really moving her, "Would you like that? Would you like me to make you feel really good?"

A vigorous nodding of the head.

"OK. Here, lie down on the floor and pull your legs up and spread them apart so I can get a good look at your little pussy."

I don't know if Kathy knew what a "pussy" was prior to this. If not, I'm sure she knew what it was I wanted her to show me based on what I told her to do. But this type of talk with young girls always turns me on. Telling a preteen, or even a teen or adult woman, to lie back and spread her legs for you so you can see her pussy, and then talking dirty to her in general is very exciting.

Obediently she was on her back with her legs bent and spread wide as I positioned my head between her thighs and lowered my face to her exposed girl sex.

"Tell me if this hurts," I said as I reached out with my tongue and tentatively licked the upper part of her right thigh about an inch from her crotch proper. I was rewarded with a slight shudder.

I let my warm breath dance over her exposed girlhood as I switched to her left thigh for a little lick and kiss of that tender flesh. Then back to her right thigh for more of the same.

Then I centered my lips above her bald mound and gently blew my warm breath over her most private area.. I was immediately intoxicated by the smell of her girl sex. There was the slight smell of my sperm drying on her lips as well as the light smell of the chlorine from the pool and even a little urine smell.

Added to that, as I ran the tip of my finger slowly up and down her slit to further part her already slightly parted lips, was the aroma of her sex itself. I wanted to taste it so badly. I could hardly hold myself back. So I didn't.

I stuck my tongue out stiffly and plunged it as deeply as I could into her girlhood, smashing the lips of my mouth against her girl lips. Not hard so as to hurt her, but hard enough so that the two were firmly sealed together for several seconds until I pulled back a little in order to be able to lick her as fast as my tongue could move.

I wanted her. I wanted to eat her alive. But I settled for licking her naked little pussy like there was no tomorrow as I tried to lick and suck out all the flavor of her girlhood that I could.

For the first two minutes I was a mad man. During that time the thought crossed my mind to just crawl up her body and plunge my cock all the way to the hilt in her and fuck her like there was no tomorrow.

Who cared if she resisted or screamed bloody murder with the pain? I would fuck the shit out of her until I shot a gallon of cum inside her tight, virgin preteen pussy and hopefully, she would get pregnant and have my baby when she was ten.

Fortunately that delusional madness passed as the initial novelty of her exposure to me and the sweet taste of her fresh little girl pussy passed. Coming back to my senses I could now continue to enjoy the taste of her and notice her response.

By this time, three or four minutes into licking her, her response to my oral ministrations was to slightly buck her hips up at my mouth and moan when I did something she really liked. So I took a second to teasingly inquire.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes!" she said impatiently, "keep doing it." But before I did I teased her a little further.

"Really? Does that really feel good?"

"Yes! Keep doing it." Now she was kind of flapping her thighs against my head and bucking up her hips impatiently.

"Well, if you really want…"

"Yeeesss!" she cut me off, "keep doing it."

"OK," my voice muffled as I did indeed go back to "doing it."

Kathy continued to shiver and moan from time to time as I tried to pay attention to those areas that seemed to please her the most. That was not necessarily where her little clit was, but close enough for me to continue to work it as much as the rest of her sweet honey pot.

Frankly my jaw was getting a little tired. I also marveled that no one had tried to use the bathroom in the time we'd been in there. Especially one of the adults, who were allowed upstairs.

But then I could sense a change in her motion and moaning as she heaved her crotch up against my servicing mouth and slapped her thighs firmly against my head and began to quiver extensively. She was cumming. And it seemed to be a good one.

When she finally calmed down enough to release my head from between her thighs, she was breathing hard as I pulled myself up and lay beside her on the floor to kiss her tummy, nipples, shoulder and neck as I stroked her hair.

"That, my dear, is what it's like when a girl cums. Did you like it?"

She swallowed before answering, "Yes. It felt really weird…but good too."

Kathy and I didn't fuck that day. We finished off with her playing with me some and masturbating me to my own orgasm as I fingered her tight little girlhood and diddled her butt hole some as well.

We met several times again over the next few weeks and played naked together. There was no need to use Porn to try and seduce her or groom her for sex. She was already very willing. But the Porn videos were handy to show her what men and women (even if the "woman" is 9 years old) can do together. And she was very game to try on the several rainy afternoons from summer storms.

She couldn't perform oral sex on me for any length of time, but she didn't need to. As you can imagine I was always so excited about being with her that my first orgasm would cum with little or no effort, and not so much effort for the second either. Mostly I needed to cum quickly the first time with her, just to take the pressure off.

We tried to fuck several times, but at most I was only able to get half way inside and that kind of hurt her. But she was a good sport about it and several times I was able to experience the joy of cumming inside her girl sex.

I was even able to get half the head of my cock in her asshole. I didn't really try to get it in much. Just indenting the little pucker really, but the sight of my cock nudging her little butt opening was a turn on and the orgasm against the tightness of her back door was intense because of it.

Then school started. We saw each other a bit more for a short time after that but, as so often happens, she moved on and so did I.