Perverts 'R' Us
The Awakening of Emma
By Warren Smart ( M/g, first, preteen, oral, nosex )
I first met Emma when she was eight and she was a petal then. It was a couple of months after I'd met her aunt on a telephone chat line. She was easy - after a few chats I met Carol, and within 20 minutes of the first cup of coffee, my hands were in her pants. Her young daughter, Keeley, was just four, and while pretty, wasn't the focus of my attention. Carol kept me busy - she was constantly horny and would have sex anywhere. I was contented.
That was until I was introduced to Emma - the Christmas just before she was nine, and even then she oozed sex appeal. No signs of developing into a woman, yet with the face, smile and eyes that would melt any man's heart and stiffen even the greatest resolve in your pants.
The first time she kissed me goodnight, I wanted to bury my tongue in her throat - but with the family watching I made do with a hug and peck on the cheek. And so it went on - seemingly impossible to develop anything more.
But as Carol and I spent more time together, Emma would stay weekends with Keeley, I got to see more of her, could play fight with the pair of them. That gave me the chance to touch Emma, feeling the warm and intimate crevices through her clothes, that I would eventually sample in the flesh.
I contented myself spilling my seed into a couple of pairs of her panties - I took from her bag on separate visits. And then one day, just after she turned eleven, realization! There was the smallest bra imaginable amongst her overnight bag. A play fight ensued - and sure enough this sexy little child was turning into a woman.
It was Carol who inadvertently set up my awakening of Emma's sexuality. We were taking Keeley to Disneyland. "Wouldn't it be great if Emma came too." Indeed it would but the six months until the holiday were hell. As Emma' bumps became more defined breasts, I found them my focus - grabbing a glimpse whenever she bent forward in a vest top. It wasn't until they were in the paddling pool in late summer, and I wrapped a towel around Emma, that I spotted a strangling hair from her bikini bottoms.
I had to have this girl it was driving me insane - and I would…
It was three days into our holiday that Emma hurt her foot - messing around by the hotel pool with Keeley. She'd twisted or sprained it but couldn't put weight on the ankle. So I carried her back to our room and laid her on a towel on the bed and packed it with ice.
It was a hot day and Keeley wanted to stay by the pool, and I guess so did Carol really. "Don't worry," I told Carol, "Emma and I will be fine, I'll look after her." Emma backed me up. "I'm fine auntie - go and look after Keeley - I'll be alright soon. With that, Carol left. I watched her reposition herself on the sun bed, and went back to Emma.
She was cold, lying in a wet bikini - her ankle packed with ice. "Are you happy for me to help you shower, I don't think you can stand on that yet," I asked the pretty eleven year old. I gave her a hug. "Sure" she said, "it's really painful but I need to get warm.
Legs wrapped around me, I carried her to the shower, just a fine layer of bikini separating my tummy from the soft folds of her womanhood - her nipples, hard with cold, almost scratching my chest through the bikini top. And my cock was ready to explode - bolt upright and fighting to escape my swim shorts.
"Mmm, that's nice" were Emma's words as the warm water cascaded over our bodies. I was feeling bolder now. "If I help you, you'll have to help me." "OK, but please mind my foot, it really hurts."
As she spoke I eased her bikini top open and it fell into the bath. She clung to me, her breasts now against my chest. I squirted the shower gel and with one hand under her beautiful bum, began to soap her with the spare hand. Neck, shoulders and back first, then easing her back slightly from her small, trim stomach and up to her breasts and nipples.
Her nipples were hardening again, this time not through the cold, but through my soapy strokes, massage, and pinches. I lingered a finger over one nipple, and the young beauty draped around my neck let out a soft sigh.
"OK" I asked. "Warren that feels so nice" was her innocent reply.
We moved enough to remove her bottoms and I resumed my soaping. As much of her thighs as I could reach. The soft bounds of her bottom and then gently into the folds of her pussy. Another sigh, louder and equally reassuring came from Emma's mouth.
"Can you easy my shorts off" I said, "I need to wash too." She eased them over the bulge and into the bath and I stepped out of them. Now she soaped me - hesitantly as she got to my shaft, but not too much, my fingers were still manipulating her pussy and she was totally relaxed.
"Isn't it weird" she said. "I'm washing your private parts and you're doing mine. "Do you like it?" I asked. "Very much Warren." There was no way back now. I kissed her mouth. She looked into my eyes and responded, opening her mouth to accommodate my tongue, then venturing hers a little way into my mouth.
Out of the shower I toweled her off and laid her on the bed, we kissed again. Then her realization, as again I began to stroke and caress her body, this time with no pretence of a shower, Emma realized this was her first physical experience.
"Don't hurt me Warren" she almost pleaded. "Never Emma," I replied, sucking a nipple into my mouth. The beautiful tender eleven-year-old let out a peaceful sigh and surrendered herself to me.
There was already a wetness about her pussy as I lowered my face and tongue between her now willingly open thighs. Reaching up to tease her nipples as I licked her hole for the first time seemed to reinforce her feeling that she was in heaven.
Emma wriggled and moaned gently as I licked from her tiny bum hole to her clit - which was slowly becoming more defined with every stroke of my tongue. From her breathing, I knew she wanted to come quickly, but I kept building her up and then taking away my tongue to let her first precious orgasm subside.
After the eighth or ninth time of taking her to the edge - her arms came down and her hands tried to push by head closer to her not wide open slit. But still I kept her there building her up to the edge twice more before she screamed at me. "Warren you gotta stop, I'm gonna explode." And with that she did. As my tongue strokes doubled in pace, so did the rapidity of her breathing. Her petite eleven-year-old frame shook and twitched violently, she bucked her legs and then it came, Emma's first-ever climax.
It started as a low growl in the back of the youngster's throat, and by the time it reached her mouth had become a series of yelps - just like a puppy if you accidentally stand on its tail. But this was no accident, and Emma's love slot was sending wave after wave of the sweetest pussy cream into my mouth.
She was still shaking as I moved up the bed to kiss her. "Is that what I taste like?" she asked.
"Nice isn't it?" I replied - letting her taste more as we kissed.
"Warren, that was amazing, I've never felt that good ever in my whole life. Do you do that to my auntie too?"
"Yes honey, she likes it too."
"And what does she do to make you feel like that?" I couldn't believe this young lady could be that thoughtful.
We swapped positions and I had her squeezing my shaft and balls, then I showed her how to pull it backwards and forwards. This felt good - really good. "Auntie Carol kisses it and licks it too, Emma, but if you don't want…." The child was already obliging - this felt even better - her tongue and lips exploring my rock-hard shaft - already wet with plenty of pre-cum. "Wanna try and make me explode like Auntie Carol does? Suck it in and out of your mouth like an ice-lolly." Emma was obedient, and I'm guessing horny as hell, as once again she obliged.
I knew she wouldn't be able to control my orgasm, and that this experience would now be over very quickly. "Emma, when I explode, it's gonna be like squirting ice-cream sauce in your mouth from the bottle - if you swallow after each squirt, your mouth won't fill up - is that OK?"
The eleven-year-old nodded - by firm cock, wedged between her glistening lips - her eyes fixed on this piece of manhood she was sucking. I pushed her legs apart and began to stroke her pussy, still soaking from its mauling by my tongue. "Look at me Emma, and get ready to swallow the sauce, honey."
The stunning, now sexually awakened, eleven-year-old blonde, stared straight into my eyes, and her cheeks bulged as by rampant manhood unleashed the first torrent of spunk into her hungry young mouth. Her eyes widened, and then she remembered and swallowed. After that I collapsed - as wave after wave of my cream shot from by balls, down that giant fleshy straw and into the girl's belly.
When I came to, there wasn't a drop on the bedcovers - Emma, eager to please, had downed the lot and was laid with her arms around me.
"I never felt like that ever before, baby," I told her. She smiled.
"Emma, you know Auntie Carol mustn't know about………"
"She'll never know, Warren" came the reply and then a kiss - a passionate kiss.
"Just one thing puzzles me though, Warren. How comes I always hear the bed creaking when you and Auntie Carol are doing that"
"Emma baby, that was just the first course, there's so much more to being a sexy woman. We could learn some more together if you want, next time we're alone…."