Perverts 'R' Us
Erotic Memories - Part 4
By Paul2LickHer ( M/f(13)/F, anal, vanilla, mast )
Usual disclaimer, + if reading about adult men having sex with boys and/or girls under 16 bothers you, read not further.
I realize that I pretty much covered a good many of my "Erotic Memories" in the How I Became a Girl Lover series and The Asian Sex Tourists story (Be sure to read those). So what I'll touch on here, in this and the next two or so installments, is a story involving an "older" girl (13) and some less than consensual activity over the years with some others. All names are fictionalized to protect the guilty ;o)
Be sure to read parts 1, 2 & 3 first for this part to make the most sense. But before we start, a joke:
Q: Why do so many men give their cock a nickname?
A: Well, would you want some of the most important decisions of your life made by a complete stranger?
Da Dum!
The Seduction of Kim - Part 2
Well, I was right about one thing, that night with Melinda was fantastic. She normally enjoyed our sex sessions. I mean, women like to cum just as much as men with a partner they really like. Sure, we generally only need a knot in a tree with some moss around it for us to get off on. But how much better is it when you're with a partner who is into it as well as being into you? Much better I say. But I was wrong about one thing. She didn't get off twice while I fucked her. It was three times. Well, maybe 2 ˝.
By that I mean I was eating her when she started to get the feeling. At which point she pulled me up and into her and was cumming about 30 seconds later. Then we rolled around with her on top and within 5 minutes she was cumming again as I shot my load into her. Though mindful of Kim just down the hall (at least the walls of their bedrooms didn't join), she was a bit noisy, nonetheless even as she tried to stifle the "Oooo's" and various grunting and squeaking noises as we fucked.
She'd been this excited a couple of times before. I later put it down to her hormonal cycle. Plus the fact that Kim was not home at those times. As I've said, Melinda was a bit of a Tomboy, mostly wearing little make-up and blue jeans with a polo shirt generally being the uniform of the day. And maybe it was some extra testosterone, but she had a pretty big clit. I often kidded her that it was the size of the tip of my little finger. Not really. But not much smaller either. I never had any trouble finding it, even when she was not yet fully aroused. But there was no question that dick was her choice of sexual organs she like to play with. Unless you count her own, due to the 3 different-sized vibrating dildos I found in the back of one of her drawers one day (Yes, I am a snoop!).
She just kind of seemed embarrassed and talked around it when I asked her if she liked to masturbate now and then, you know, being a single mom and all. But I never brought up the discovery of the dildos. Though I did use one of the smaller ones up my ass when I was jerking off into her panties (yes hers, not Kim's) one time around when we first met and had not yet progressed to intercourse.
Anyway, after a few minutes rest she was ready to go again, though this time at a more sensual pace of feel-good lovemaking as opposed to the fucking I noted above. This time we 69'd before she lay back with me between her legs then we moved into the doggie position as she got close. This was another one of the "tells" that she was going to let me into her ass that night. And as soon as the shuddering from her orgasm started to die down I pulled out and nudged the head into her little brown fuck-hole.
By this time I was close enough again anyway that it only took a couple of minutes before I started to fill her rectum with my cum. I say fill, but since this was my 3rd orgasm in fewer than two hours, that really isn't the word for it. But the throbbing of my cock and the tightening up of my nuts felt just as good as if filling her up was what I was doing.
We collapsed and feel asleep naked and entwined in each other and the sleep was so good that that is how we woke up some hours later when she had to get ready for work.
I went back to sleep only to be awaken again by Melinda making sure I was going to get Kim her breakfast and take her to school. She said Kim was already up and in the shower. With that I popped into our shower and tossed on some shorts, a t-shirt and some flip flops and started to fix breakfast.
Melinda always made sure Kim had breakfast before school and enough lunch money for the cafeteria. But since she usually had to get going herself in the a.m. (she had to be at work at 7:00 which meant Kim had to be at school a good hour before her classes really started and some wait for up to an hour for her mom to pick her up. But those were the times when she did a lot of her home work. So she wasn't all that bored) that usually meant just cereal. But she usually made up for it with nice dinners.
However, working from home gave me more time and I didn't mind putting on the Ritz for Kim. She appreciated it to since her favorite type of eggs was 3-minute soft-boiled to go with the bacon or ham and pancakes or waffles, all of which she really enjoyed. But this morning she was just kinda picking at it.
"What's the matter, princess, eggs not done right?" I asked lightly.
"No. They're OK."
"Well, what then?"
A pause then an accusatory, "I heard you and Mom last night."
Oh oh. Crisis management time. PR mode. Logic and deflection. Engage.
"Well, honey, you know I spend the night sometimes. I even asked you last week if you were OK with it. And you said yeah, that it was good to see your mom happy and you liked me around and all."
"Yeah, I know. But that was before…"
"Before what?" Before I told you that I loved you and kissed you on the lips and you now thought we were exclusive and going to run away together to my South Seas island hideaway like in the current romance novel you're reading? I thought with some amusement and sympathy.
"Never mind."
"Look, Honey, you know you mean the world to me. But I am dating your mom. And you and I have such differences in our ages. Some people might be upset. We have to be real cool about things. OK?"
Nothing. Looking at plate playing with food. Hand gently to her chin to tilt head up and make her look me in the eye. Which she did, only like a staring contest.
"Okay?" I asked gently with a smile, drawing the word out.
She broke off the stare. "Yeah, OK."
Funny thing is, we never talked about what it would be if I was not dating her mom. And just what is was we were doing, or would be doing, that our ages made any difference to get some people upset, or just what is was we had to be cool about. But I guess she a version of an answer to all these things in her own mind, so she knew what I was talking about.
For me it meant I had to be her boyfriend when her mom, or anyone else, was not around. And that not just some but most people would be upset if they knew I wanted to fuck her. And when we did start fucking, as I now knew we would, we had to be cool about it. But all of that was still pretty ambiguous at this point.
We finished breakfast and drove to school with companionable conversation. She seemed to have forgiven having heard me and her mother having sex last night. When we got to the school she started to jump out but them caught herself and turn back in to lean over and give me a kiss, but not a peck on the cheek this time. This time it was a good 2-second shot on the lips. Then she slid out of the car with a big smile and "See ya later. You're picking me up, right?"
"Right."
"OK. Bye."
First thing I did was look around to see if there were any other students or parents who saw that less than fatherly/daughterly kiss. By now a number of them knew I was her mom's boyfriend. But a nice long (and 2 seconds is kinda long. Plant your lips on your arm while timing it and you'll see) wet one on the lips might speak of something else. Never mind that they would be right. But it seemed no one noticed.
I took Kim home that night and things were friendly and cordial. But we had little opportunity to be alone. Melinda wanted to snuggle on the couch while watching TV. I couldn't stay the night or be there the next day due to my own obligations.
On Saturday, the day of Kim's birthday party. I couldn't be there on time because I had a lunch date. Yes, I'm a pig. I was cheating on Melinda with another softball mom. We hadn't gotten physical yet. We were just at the talking-friends stage and she was just starting to open up with some of the drudgery of her personal life. I'd love to be single again and just go away and fuck for fucking's sake and have no kids or housework or obligation to anything but my own orgasm and my stud's. And right now I'm having a little fantasy cheating, without really, actually cheating by having lunch with you while I'm supposed to be out shopping. She didn't say that of course. But experience taught me that was what was there.
Kim's party started a two in the afternoon and I showed up about 4:30. I guess she must have been looking for me because the door flew open and she came running out to hug me.
"Paul!" she squealed as she threw her arms arm me and gave me a big ole bear hug. "I didn't think you were coming."
"Yeah, Paul, we didn't think you were coming," sounded Melinda's frozen voice as she stood a few feet behind her daughter with her arms folded and a disapproving look on her face. I couldn't tell if that was for me or the obviously joyous hug her daughter was still giving me. Probably both.
"Why not? I wouldn't miss the little princess turning into a teenager for all the tea in China (especially since Chinese tea probably had lead in it) I said smiling down while giving her a playful knuckle rub on her head. That caused her to give me one more squeeze before she trotted off to rejoin her party guest.
"Well, how about two days and not even one phone call?"
"Geeez, Mel, I'm sorry. But I told you I had a lot of work to catch up on, but I'd be here for the party. Besides, I'd thought you wouldn't mind a rest from me a bit."
She didn't know what to make of that. So she just shrugged it off. "Well, you're here now and Kim seems happy enough with that."
"Just Kim?" I asked playfully as I slipped an arm behind and around her to goose her opposite side breast.
"Paul!" She exclaimed as she grabbed my hand and twisted out of my embrace. "Not in front of the girls." She was chiding, but she kept a friendly hold of my hand.
"OK, let's go to your room."
"That's not what I mean. Now is not the time and you know it. Don't you ever get enough?"
"Of you? No. Besides, you said it yourself, it's been 2 days. I'm about ready to pop. And I can think of no one I'd better like to help me pop than you."
That was a lie. I could actually think of any of a dozen girls in the past 12 years that I would have loved to help me pop more than Melinda. And more recently her own daughter. And now, as we entered the backyard, any few of the sweet young thing party guest I saw running about playing some sort of chase party game. Still, lie or no, she could hardly ignore the playful compliment.
"Well, you'll just have to wait," she said as she started to drop my hand to go back to being party hostess. But I tightened my grip and looked half seriously into her eyes.
"So, later then?"
She got a sly smile on her face, "Yes, later," and then sealed the promise with a peck to my lips. This brought a giggle from a couple of the party-goers who saw it and a frown from Kim who just caught the brief action as her mom's lips left mine.
There were 12 other girls there at the party. That plus Kim made 13. Not a coincidence since Kim had just turned 13. I later found out that she was the only one of that age and none of the others were even close. They were all in the 7th grade, but there were two girls who were 11 (one redhead I really was drooling over internally because she reminded me of another little red hair girl when I was in my teens. See How I became a Girl Lover), almost 12, and the rest had mostly just turned 12 in the last few weeks or months. And when I met Mel and Kim was 12 and going into the 7th grade. But here it was late October. She was really old enough for the 8th grade.
When I cautiously asked Mel about it she said Kim fell behind a bit in school over the years because of the divorce and some moving, so she repeated 5th grade when they moved here. But Kim was okay with it since it was a new town and school and she didn't have to suffer the humiliation of being left behind of all her friends. Besides, it gave her a physical advantage over most of her class mates and any number of the girls looked up to her even as a peer.
Looking about at the party goers I could clearly see that. All the lovely advantages Kim had - two of them most notable of all. But there were easily 5 of the other girls I would mind giving a handicap to just to compensate for the lack of advantages. And one of the 12-year-olds was giving Kim a run for her money.
Her boobs didn't seem as big, but she had everything else going for her - a winning smile (which she often turned on me…and which turned me on) and shapely legs that wouldn't quite. Kim's legs were nice and well toned for the junior athlete that she was, but this girl had young woman legs that were just screaming Spread me and see what's in between .
Still, I was pleased when I would look over to see Kim smiling at me. And on several occasion I noticed her whispering frantically into the ear of some other girl, as young girls do, and the other frantically whispering back. Then, both of them were looking my way and giggling. God only knows what she was telling them. But it was what she might tell them in the future that had me a little more worried.
I knew I was getting close to progressing our relationship for more than just a few, quick but sensual kisses on the lips. We never spoke about it. In fact, much was left unsaid. But her lack of objection when I told her a few night ago that we had to be careful (although of what was not said), and the sweet lip-kiss she gave me when last I dropped her off at school, told me that the time was nearly right. I just needed the right opportunity when I would be alone with her, in a setting she was comfortable in, for a few hours.
But it seems that God, or the devil if you will, answers prayers.
The party died down about 6:30 with the girls either being picked up or Mel having to drop them off. I was pressed into the drop off service as Mel cleaned up and Kim rode around with me to drop her friends off.
On the way back she leaned against the door when I asked if she had a good time and said that she sure did. But that she was happiest that I was there. Yeah, The kid had a crush on me alright. All to the good and my advantage to take advantage. And I found out my prayer, for the appropriate opportunity, was answered when we got back to her place a little before eight.
Her mom had cleaned up most of the stuff, but had left a note saying she was called into work on the grave yard and that the OT was too good to pass us. So she was in bed taking nap until she had to get up at ten and go to work. She left a special note for me with promises on how she'd make it up to me and invited me to sat the night and wait for her when she got home. This brought a smile to my face and a frown to Kim's as she busied herself cleaning up some more (she was a good kid that way) yet noticed me reading her mom's note.
I shooed her off telling her that the birthday girl doesn't do chores on her birthday. So she said she was a bit tired and was going to take a shower and go to bed. As I finished cleaning up, my mind was already going a mile a second figuring my strategy for taking advantage of this opportunity to be alone with her all night. First step I knew would be to take a shower of my own. But she seemed to be taking a long time in the hall bath (the one I decide to use instead of the one off the master bedroom so as not to disturb Mel's nap). I found out a bit later after she came out with her hair wrapped in a towel. She had taken the extra time to wash it. Then it was my turn.
For my part I took the time to soap myself up twice. Once with the regular soap I like and kept over there. Then another again with some lavender scented soap that she and her mother like. All the while visions of a naked Kim spread out below me filled my head as blood filled up my other head. So I took the time to shut off the water and give myself a slow, soapy, sensual stroking as I pumped her tight new teen pussy in my minds fantasy. However, the orgasm I had and the cum it produced about 5 min. later was all very real. And very good.
It was about 9:45 by the time I got all dried and was sitting back in the living room watching some TV. Kim did startle me my sneaking up behind me with a big "BOO!"
"Hey, I thought you were in bed," I said as I admired the outline of her body through her linen thin, pink and white pajamas that she wore.
"No. I washed my hair and had to dry and brush it first."
"Well, come here and let me smell it," With that I reached up and pulled her head toward me as she stood in front of me. That caused her to lose her balance some and she had to bend forward and brace herself with both hands on the arms of the comfy, overstuffed chair I was relaxing in. I half fantasized about continuing to pull her head down, face-first into my crotch, but stopped with the top of her head at my nose as I gave a long, exaggerated sniff of her hair. It did smell very nice, by the way.
"Mmmmm. Fresh as a baby's ass," I teased.
Kim pulled herself upright and gave me a playful slap on the shoulder. "You're a butt" she declared back just as playfully. There was a small pause before she said stretched and said through a yawn. "Well, I guess I better get to bed."
I don't know if she knew that I was admiring the outline of her body and the straining of her obviously braless boobs against her top (I could tell she was wearing panties too. Too bad). But I was. And she seemed to hold the arched part of the stretch just a bit longer than necessary as she stood in front of me doing it.
Most girls this age, and much younger, are indeed aware of their sexuality and how it affects males past puberty. I was no exception.
"Well, good night," she said as she leaned down to give me a kiss on the cheek. I held her gently by the waist with both hands as I accepted the kiss then gave her one on the cheek in return and told her good night as well. With that she strode off to her room. I don't know if she was disappointed, but I was not ready to make my move yet. Not until her mother had gone.
A few minutes after Kim had gone to bed I hear Mel's alarm go off. About 20 minutes after that she came out already for work. That's one thing I liked about her. She could be up and showered and ready for work in 20 minutes (not counting hair-washing), just like a guy, if she had to.
She expressed her appreciation for the way I cleaned up and again her regrets for having to go in, but again promised to make it up to me when she came home. She sealed that with a passionate kiss before going out the door to be at work by 11:00.
Five minutes after she was out the door I was in her room slipping into a dark blue pair of French-cut jockey shorts (they don't really look as gay as that sounds), dark maroon, terrycloth robe and added a very slight dash of cologne. All from some of the few needed extras I kept over there from staying at her house so much.
Then I was off down the hall to Kim's room. As I looked at the clock I noticed it was 10:35. So far so good. Kim, honey, here I come. And if all goes well, cum and cum and cum… and so will you.
Thankfully I had jerked off in the shower. That would help me keep better control over the next hour or so. Already the thought of what I hoped to accomplish this night was arousing me again and I was half-hard as I started down the hall. By the time we would break of our first kiss I would be fully hard (iron-hard in fact) and ready again, ready to use my manhood to take Kim from newly-minted teenager straight into womanhood.
By this time in my life (31) I had already made at least three girls, of every age from 6-18, into women. Several more than three from junior high school age girls 11-13 (See, How I Became a Girl Lover). But most of those (the Jr. High ones) were years prior. This promised to be a very special evening… for both of us.
End of Part 4