Perverts 'R' Us

My Latina ex-Girlfriend

By Philthy ( M/g, pedo, 1st, cons )

For seemingly all my life I've had a Jones for Latinas. I love their features and their seeming enthusiasm for sex. But early attempts to date Latinas as a young guy usually didn't pan out. The girls were still at home living with their parents and didn't appreciate their little princesses dating a pinche blanco. Their parents always found ways to break dates or otherwise put their daughters off limits. As a young man I got nowhere with the Latin ladies at school.

Nevertheless as life progressed, having a good-looking Latina girlfriend was a box I longed to check off on my qualifications sheet. Quite a bit later in life, a very nice specimen arrived in my condo complex, originally from Costa Rica, divorced with a single daughter named Daisy about nine years old. We encountered each other around the complex quite often and became friendly.

We started dating soon after we met and before long I was able to scratch my itch. We became a bit of a thing around the complex, sharing laundry days and time at the pool in when summer came. Not wanting to be a dick and wanting her daughter to like the idea of "us", I made a point of including the demon-spawn in as much of our activity as reasonably possible.

To the little one's credit, Daisy was very well-behaved and seemed to genuinely enjoy the time we spent together. Surprising to me is having a little girl to keep entertained opened up dating possibilities that would have seemed pretty corny otherwise, like a go-cart track or one of those big fun centers with bumper boats, miniature golf, and battle tank tag. Hey, kids are an excuse for adults to act goofy and Daisy certainly opened my goofy side up for her mom Amanda to see. She didn't seem to mind at all. We had a lot of laughs that way.

One evening after seeing her for a year it was again winter and dark early. Daisy had been studying after dinner and went to shower and change into her jammies. When she came out she wasn't wearing her usual flannel pj's but these shimmering cream colored silk pj's. The top was kind of like a judo or karate ghi, overlapping in front with a satin tie. The pants were baggy but smooth and fell off her skin, especially her round hips, in a delightfully erotic way. They clung to the form of her butt and front as well, showing off her soft, barely-rounded tummy and heart-shaped buns. Whew, what is that about?

Amanda looked at me and commented, "Looks good enough to eat, huh".

I quipped, "Yeah, the forbidden fruit. What's the deal?"

Amanda sat down on the couch next to me, took my hand and looked down at her lap for a long time. "Curt," she began, "as sweet a guy as you are, it isn't working for me."

"Gee, I've heard this before, nice guy but no cigar. Is that it?"

"Curt, it sounds strange, but you are so American and I'm just not yet, and I'm pretty Catholic and you're definitely not. We like different music and look at things differently. You're a sweet guy, but not the one for me."

I slapped my hands on the tops of my thighs and said, as I've said many a time before, "OK then, I'm gone. Sorry" I've done this often enough now not to get emotional at the moment. Later would be different.

"Curt, hang on a second, there's more I have to tell you."

Oh gee, let's prolong the torture. "Is more necessary?"

"Yes, very much so. Please listen and don't be mad, OK?"

"All right." I was steaming mad, but exercised every gram of adult restraint.

"Since you came into our lives, Daisy has come to cherish you, Curt."

"Huh?"

"All the guys I dated before you either ignored her, were openly hostile to having her around, or in one case when she was five, tried to molest her. You've gone out of your way to cultivate her and fortunately or unfortunately, she is madly in love with you now. I held off breaking off with you for months, simply because Daisy would have run away and gone to you if I had."

"Daisy has a crush on me?"

"It's a little more than a crush by now. She craves your company, and you really turn her on."

"Whoa, hang on a sec. I turn on a ten-year-old, but not her mom? My mind is having a hard time…"

Amanda interrupted. "What do you often do in lines at the cash register? Daisy leans back against you and you rub her bare arms. It drives her young heart wild. What do we do when watching a video? She lays down on the couch beside us and you run your fingers through her hair, or give her neck a rub."

At this point Daisy climbed into my lap and gave me a helluva hug. "You better not leave me, Curt" she scolded.

Amanda continued "and the other night when you brushed her hair for her I had to walk away, I expected Daisy to jump your bones right there. You two like the same bands and she is completely Americanized. She loves being with you." OK, I have the musical tastes of a teenager, that is true enough, and Daisy and I share our music often. Not so at all with Amanda's music.

"Ok, so now what, I hang with a girlfriend who doesn't really like me to make her daughter happy? What's your plan here?"

"You keep coming over as you always do. We can still go places together as we always do. We usually all hold hands anyway when we're out, but you sleep with her instead of me"

Damn! Was I really hearing this?

"I know it sounds pretty 'out there', Curt, but it is the only thing we could come up with that would keep you here for her."

"You and Daisy dreamed this up together?"

"Yes, Curt. She knows what she wants and I've clued her in to what boyfriends want when they sleep with their girlfriends - just the bare basics, she has to discover her own sexuality herself."

"Please Curt, stay with me. I don't want you to go away from me"

My mind was going in circles. A woman I have been dating dumps me and hooks me up with her little girl. At that, Amanda got up and said, "I'll leave you two alone to talk it out now. Curt, I trust you because you are so gentle with me all the time, and between us, I think you really like Daisy a whole lot more than you want to admit. It's not like I haven't seen you check her out."

"Busted," chimed in Daisy with a devilish grin. Amanda dimmed the lights as she left the living room and closed the door on her bedroom.

"You better stay here with me," Daisy commanded. "I'll make you forget about my mom."

"Why would your mom do this?" I had to ask her.

"Oh, she never stays with a guy. I've seen her date so many guys, I don't think she knows what she wants."

"But why would she want me to sleep with you? You are just a child and all of us could go to jail for a long time if I'm caught with you. And why would you want a guy in his forties, for gosh sake? Don't you like boys your age?"

"Curt, none of mom's boyfriends ever treated me like you do. No guy ever has. Don't worry, nothing bad will happen. It's our secret, I promise." She was punctuating this with little kisses on my face, just a peck on the chin or nose, a brush of the lips on the forehead, and then her forehead placed against mine as she talked.

When she finished she placed her lips directly to mine..........and left them there. I felt her lips begin to open and mine followed. She tilted her head differently to improve the seal between our mouths, and as if by telepathy our tongues found each other to duel and dance. She pressed her kiss home aggressively and my peripheral vision caught the cloth of her PJ top tented by a pair of screaming-hard nipples.

My erection popped suddenly, where the hell did that come from? Betcha I know where it's going! I squirmed to un-kink my boner and ran my left hand up inside her top, found her right nipple and began to twist it gently. She broke our kiss and sighed, placing her head on my shoulder momentarily before kissing my neck and cheek. We looked at each other eye-to-eye as I twiddled her nip, my right hand resting on her shapely hip. It's a gift of nature how it fit perfectly to the shape of my palm. The silk fabric of her PJ bottom allowed me to rub said hip quite nicely.

Daisy then pushed me back on the couch and laid half on me and half to my side. Her top leg was over mine. My hand found her hip again, curling around to gently hold her butt cheek. Our lips found each other for a long, sloppy kiss. I began to rub her butt and rake my fingertips along the crack of her arse. After a couple of swipes, my fingers zeroed in on her slit, dragging the tips ever so lightly along her crease. The fabric hid nothing, including her lack of panties. I knew I was too far gone now and would indeed see the sunrise in her arms. I took my full hand and rubbed it up and down her crotch. Daisy looked up at me and smiled a deeply contented smile.

We lay that way for quite a while. I could feel her move against my boner, the silk sliding deliciously against my slacks. "How 'bout we get undressed and go to bed, Daisy?"

Saying nothing and looking directly into my eyes the entire time, she took my hand and led me to her room. As we passed her mom's room, we could hear her sobbing inside. I went to open her door and Daisy grabbed my hand and scolded me "Don't do it!" My hand recoiled.

"Leave her alone, Curt. She doesn't love you and I do." I was told.

Secure behind her closed door, we were free to indulge our guilty pleasures. I picked Daisy up, a delightful bundle in her silk jammies and freshly washed hair, and laid her gently on her bed. I noticed the flannel Pokemon blanket was gone, replaced with a quilted comforter and new patterned linen. Mom had made a love nest for us.

Sitting on the bed, I untied her top and eased it off her shoulders, exposing her upper body for the first time. Her boobs were bare bumps topped by dark, pointy nipples. I kissed the right one and gave it a little bite, nothing more really than my teeth barely touching the nip. "Don't stop" she panted.

Still in my own clothes, I gave one nip a nice tongue bath while twisting the other between the fingers of my free hand. The other hand was rubbing her bare back. Her skin felt intoxicating, still baby soft, and it glowed a golden brown. I was frantic to get out of my clothes, so I broke the spell momentarily and ripped my cloths off as quickly as possible.

Now fully nude, my boner swinging free in front of me I turned my attention back to Daisy. Having never seen a boner before, she was rapt. Hesitantly she reached out and touched the tip. I sat on the bed next to her and let her touch and rub it. Her hands sent electricity through my body. I put an arm around her and leaned down to kiss her again. She met my kiss and held it as she gently rubbed my boner. Our kiss broke and a string of saliva grew from our lips. I kissed it back to where it belonged and she giggled at this. I put my hands on the elastic of her PJ bottoms and got up from the bed to pull them off. She looked directly at me with an expression of searching and held my gaze as she lifted her butt off the bed and I tugged her PJs off. She was naked to me now, her shapely legs barely apart and her soft tummy dove into a full, rounded pubic mound to disappear hairlessly between her legs.

I joined her in bed again, lying alongside her to kiss and at last caress her bare vulva. I dragged my index finger along her little slit once, twice before I felt her juice. Her inner lips presented themselves, and my finger went in them to the second knuckle. She was hot and slippery. I put my whole hand between her legs and used the inside between the thumb and index finger to rub her inner lips and feel for the entrance to her vagina.

Daisy was breathing hard now, looking at me intensely and hugging me close. My hand was rubbing her little nubbin at the junction of the thumb and index finger as the tip of the index finger found the entrance to her sweet vagina, and this was doing its magic. Suddenly I felt her gasp once and break her gaze to press her forehead into my shoulder. Her body shuddered in my arms.

As the first orgasm of her life subsided and she relaxed, I slid my middle finger into her vagina. I played with her cervix and gave her G-spot a nice workout, rewarding me with a neck and face full of sweet kisses. She rubbed my boner with enthusiasm. While fingering her in and out, I found her ear under her hair and swirled my tongue in it. She laughed and looked up at me smiling, and then let me resume kissing and licking her ear. Aural sex I call this. A moment later Daisy looked up at me again and with a pleading smile said, "Curt, come inside me now."

Daisy rolled over on her back, my hand still in her pussy, and spread her legs wide. I knelt between her legs, but had a different idea. Rather than take her right away, I desperately wanted to taste a virgin pussy. I crouched and nuzzled her plump mound with my nose, breathed deep her scent and then gave her oozing inner lips a nice long lick.

Daisy squirmed and twisted at this, gasping, "Oh, Curt" as I bore in on her inner beauty. Her fragrance and flavor were not unlike that of a ripe fig eaten directly from the tree in the hot sun - tart and delicious. With my fingers still inside her, I nibbled and licked her labia, sucked her lips between mine, removed my fingers, and put the tip of my tongue up her hole. Her insides felt sensational against the tip of my tongue.

"Curt, fuck me honey. I can't take this, fuck me now." I had zeroed in on her clit, sucking the nub directly. A little too much this early, I reckon. At this I rose up, scooched forward and used my well-lubed hand to hold my pecker and place it against her lips. As I leaned forward, I rubbed up and down her slit until her lips were wrapped delightfully around my knob. Finally my head found the entrance and I felt Daisy tense a bit.

"Relax my love, nothing in the world feels nicer than this."

As I said this, I eased a bit of pressure on my dick and felt her entrance close tightly around the back of my knob. The top of my head was bathed in her hotness. A little more pressure and I slipped in.

Daisy grabbed me and hugged me so hard, and then kissed me almost violently. I slid back, almost out of her, and slid back in, this time to the hilt. Tight at the entrance, almost feeling like a rubber band constricting my shaft, the rest of her pussy was exquisite, smooth and oily-hot, not sloppy, but not totally tight either. Being aroused for a while now, I had to linger inside quite still and let the excitement subside a bit.

Daisy, however, could not lie still. She began to move and squirm, holding me tightly and kissing me all over my face. As if on autopilot, my hips found a slow in-and-out rhythm, the entrance to her snatch pulling at my shaft, but not tightly enough to overcome her slimy pussy snot while the rest of her snatch was gloriously hot and fluid.

My head was getting light now and it couldn't have been more than five minutes, if that, before my dick gave a snap, then two, then an endless wave of pulsing twitches coursed through my shaft, telling my young lover that I was allowing her to share my most personal and vulnerable moment. Feeling my orgasm strongly, Daisy wrapped her legs around me and held me even tighter. She hung on for every throb of my climax kissing me on the nose, the forehead, hungrily on the lips, panting, "C'mon Curt, c'mon baby, don't hold back."

I certainly didn't. Still hard I rolled her over on my chest. "Oh my goodness, Daisy, you are wonderful. You feel so right. Geez, your pussy is nice."

Daisy replied with a long, lingering kiss. Not completely spent, Daisy found a comfortable position on top with her legs to my side. In this way she could roll her rump back and fourth slowly, working her sweet vagina against the sensitive underside of my still-erect penis.

After several minutes of this, Daisy once again hugged me tightly, this time squeezing her eyes shut and the let the waves of her orgasm surge through her warm, wonderful body. Her rhythm changed from slow and smooth to jerky and fast. Her breath came in little gasps. She moaned into my neck. My penis was treated an incredible oily-hot bath and recorded every wave of her climax and burned it into my memory. I would never forget this moment.

What I marveled at was her complete wanton abandon. While her mother always seemed to hold a little back when making love, Daisy totally let go. She was completely lost in her orgasm, using my dick as to please herself without giving a thought to anything else. She was completely un-self-conscious about what she wanted and was willing to totally let herself go on me. Aside from the physical pleasure it brought me, the trust she showed me won my heart.

The morning found us curled up in each other's arms under that new comforter when Amanda cracked the door open to check on us.

"Staying the weekend, then?" she asked.

I just nodded and she quietly closed the bedroom door. Daisy awoke, looked at me and felt for my dick. It took all of a second for my erection to return. Without any need for foreplay, she lay back and pulled me on top. Taking my erection in her hand, I felt the tip slice through her lips and challenge the entrance for admission. A moment later it was in to the hilt, luxuriating in her silky, warm pussy. Mornings are becoming special for us.