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Clayton's Children Book 1 13-15 (Mf,cons, extreme-pedo)
Chapter 13 - INTRODUCING MARA.
A few days after the storm I'm standing on the verandah of my uncle's house
looking out over his dam when I hear a truck rumbling off in the distance,
a minute later I hear it stop at the gate, then start up again, now it's
coming down the track towards the house. A rather beaten up 4WD Landrover
truck soon appears and parks on the other side of the house near the
stairs. I head through the bedroom, Shaking my uncle awake, "You've got
visitors." I tell him.
He peers at me through one barely opened eye and asks "Who is it?"
"I don't know, they're in an old 4WD truck?"
"Shit! That'll be Carl, Sherry and their kids. They said they might come
down this week. Go and meet them while I get up."
I hear the doors of the truck slam and I go out to stand at the top of the
stairs. Standing next to the cab is a balding man in his late twenties and
built like a brick shithouse, on the other side coming around the front of
the truck is a pretty, slender, blonde woman, who looks to be no more than
twenty years old. Suddenly a bundle with too many arms and legs erupts
over the tailgate, lands on the grass and starts rolling about, shrill
cries of "Won't" "Will too" emerge from something that looks remarkably
like the fighting cats and dogs on 'Loony tunes'.
Carl strides over and thrusts his hands into the whirling mass, when he
withdraws them and straightens up he has a struggling child dangling by
their ankle from each of his meaty paws. In the left he has a small boy,
blonde and about five years old, in the other a girl of about seven, also
blonde, with her dress rucked up in her armpits and cute little knickers
with a kitten on the front. Just then she notices me standing at the top
of the stairs, she frantically tries to hold her dress up to cover herself
and her face turns a deep shade of crimson. Carl gives them a little
shake and the girl looses control of her dress and it falls once more, this
time she elects for the ostrich approach and hides her face in the skirt.
Lifting the boy so that they are eye to eye, Carl asks, "O.K., what's this
all about?"
"She hit me!" the little boy cries.
An indignant face appears for a moment, "He tried to take my book and he
ripped it." she shrills, then catching me looking at her, hides her face
again.
"She was in my way an' she wouldn't move."
Carl looks under the canopy into the back of the truck then sets the girl
on the ground pinning her with a foot on her belly before she can wriggle
away. Tucking the boy under his arm Carl delivers three measured blows to
his son's rear. <WHACK> "That's for snatching." <WHACK> "That's for
tearing the book." <WHACK> "And that's for fighting." He sets the boy on
his feet, who's hands immediately fly to cover his behind and start rubbing
furiously, his face screwed up in an effort not to cry.
Carl stoops to retrieve his daughter and secures her under his arm, pinning
her hands when she tries to cover her backside with them. She receives two
slaps on the taught white cotton covering her rear. <CRACK> "That's for
hitting." <CRACK> "And that's for fighting." She too is set on her feet,
her hands rubbing under her skirt, her embarrassment is so great that I
believe she barely felt the blows land. Setting his hands on the
children's shoulders her steers them to stand before him and his wife at
the bottom of the stairs and they all look up at me, though the girl's gaze
quickly drop to examine her toes.
"Uh, Hi! I'm Geoff, Liam's nephew, he asked me to greet you while he got
up, He's on afternoon shift this week." I explain.
"Hi Geoff, I'm Carl and this is my wife Sherry." He introduces himself and
his family, "And these two hellions are Mara and Mike." he taps each on the
top of the head as he says their names. Mara's face flushes again as she
peeps shyly up at me. Standing still I get a better look at them, Mara has
a round, pale face liberally sprinkled with freckles across the bridge of
her button nose, she is a little on the chubby side but it is only puppy
fat which should soon disappear. Mike is positively scrawny but is
obviously full of energy as he bounces from one foot to the other.
Mike chirps a bright, "Hi Geoff." at me and turns to his father, "Can I go
see the horses dad?"
"No, you're in disgrace, I've a good mind to lock you both in the back of
the truck." his father replies.
"Why don't you all come on up, I'll make us all a drink while Uncle Liam's
getting up. The kids fly up the stairs, their parents following at a more
sedate pace. I get them settled in the lounge, Carl making the kids sit
at
opposite ends of the couch. I take their orders and move into the kitchen
to put the kettle on, I get the cups ready and return to the lounge. We
make small talk for a couple of minutes until the kettle starts whistling,
just as my uncle comes in. Leaving his guests to him, I go and make the
drinks, Sherry sends Mara with me to help carry them.
The drinks made, I get some cold water from the fridge, pour two glasses
of
cordial and hand them to Mara. saying, "Do you think you can give one of
these to your brother without throwing it in his face?"
She gives me a shy nod. I pick up two mugs in each hand and follow her
into the lounge. We distribute our burdens and I take a seat between the
children on the couch, they quickly polish off their cordial and are soon
looking bored at the talk of the adults. I take pity on them and turn to
Mara, "Why don't you go and get your book and I'll help you fix it." I
say. Then to Mike, "After that we might just go and see the horses. If
it's all right with your mum and dad."
"You don't have to." Sherry tells me.
"It's no trouble." I say, "And the longer they sit here her bigger the
explosion when you do release them."
"True," she says, "O.K. kids you can go, but no fighting."
With shrieks of delight they bounce off the couch and scurry out the door,
they return a minute later, Mara waving the pieces of the book over her
head. I get some wide sticky tape and a pair of scissors from the desk and
take the children into the kitchen. I slide onto the bench behind the
table and Mara slides in beside me. Taking the book from her hands I look
at it, it is a hard cover copy of Enid Blyton's 'The Enchanted Wood' and
Mike has torn the cover right off.
"O.K. let's get going." I say and cut a few strips of tape, sticking them
to the edge of the table. Taking her hands I position them until she is
holding the book to my satisfaction and quickly fasten the cover back onto
the book, finishing with two long strips of tape, one inside the front
cover and the other inside the back.
With a conspiratorial wink to Mara I say, "We better make sure it still
works, where were you up to?"
"Yeah," she replies, looking at Mike, who is impatiently rocking from one
foot to the other, "we better make sure Mike didn't break it."
I intercept his fist before it connects with his sister's arm and giving
it
a warning squeeze, I stare into his eyes until he looks away. Mara shows
me where she is up to, I lift her onto my knee and begin reading out loud.
The children in the book have just had to land outside Dame Slap's school
because the little plane has gotten tired. I read up until the first
couple of slaps have been dished out then taking mercy on Mike I close the
book and say, "O.K. Let's go see the horses."
Mike cheers and Mara puts her arms around my neck and gives me a sweet kiss
on the lips. "Thank you for fixing my book."
Mike charges from the room chanting, "Mara kissed Geoff. Mara kissed
Geoff."
Mara flushes beet red but slips her hand into mine as I grab the last of
the loaf of bread and follow Mike back into the lounge. "I was just
thanking him for fixing my book." she declares holding it up for her
parents to see.
Mike changes his cry to, "Mara's got a boy friend." when he spies our
linked hands.
Halfway through the third repetition Carl snaps out, "Enough!" and tears
well up in Mike's eyes as he bites his tongue in his hurry shut his mouth.
His lamentations fall on unsympathetic ears and his mother says, "Serves
you right for teasing your sister like that. Now go and look at the
horses."
Mike rockets out of the door and Mara tows me after him, by the time Mara
and I have reached the bottom of the steps he is halfway across the
paddock. Lifting Mara to my shoulders I take off after him, my longer
stride allows me to catch him just as he reaches the yards and climbs up
on
the rails. I lift Mara from my shoulders to the rail beside him and hand
each of them a slice of bread, showing them how to hold it in the palm of
their hands so they don't get their fingers bitten.
Fourex, the only horse in the yard with a name, comes over to investigate,
the other three horses in the yard mill around in the farthest corner as
they have been out in the paddock for several months and have only been
brought in for a muster that was to take place the next day. We feed
Fourex the bread and he allows the children to stroke his nose for a few
moments then tosses his head and trots in circles around the yard, his tail
high and neck proudly arched.
Mike wants to give him some more bread so I give them each half a slice,
saying, "We better keep the last couple of slices for my mum's horse." and
pointing to where she is just riding up out of the creek. Fourex come over
again when the children hold out the bread, accepts another couple of pats
then returns to pacing around the yard.
A couple of minutes later my mother rides up on Whisky and says "Hi." to
the kids when I introduce them. Mara and Mike feed Whisky the last of the
bread while Fourex looks on and gives and angry squeal when he sees Whisky
get the bread.
"Can I have a ride?" asks Mike then adds "Please!" when my mother appears
to ignore him.
"Me to please?" says Mara.
My mother agrees, dismounts and takes a firm grip on the reins under
Whisky's chin. I lift Mike into the saddle, as he asked first and put his
hands on the pommel. As the children's legs are so short I lift the
stirrups up under the flaps, winding the leathers through them so they
won't bang into the horses' ribs and startle him. Mum leads Whisky around
in a big circle for a while before returning to me an Mara, I swap children
and Mum and Whisky go off for another circuit.
When they return Mum says, "O.K. that's enough, Whisky wants a rest."
I lift Mara down and help Mum unsaddle her horse. We turn him loose in the
paddock behind the yards and let the other horses join him, Whisky drops
and rolls on his back in the grass before the gate is shut behind him.
Turning I see Mike struggling with the saddle, getting it a few inches off
the ground and a few inches closer to the tack shed with each heave. I
relieve him of it and hand him the bridle, Mara picks up the sweaty saddle
blanket and holding it at arms length follows us into the shed, where we
put the tack away and go back to my mother.
Mike slips his hand into my mother's looking up at her with a worshipful
look. "Mike's got a girl friend." I stage whisper to Mara and it is his
turn to go red as Mara giggles and Mum gives me a 'look'. "In joke." I
explain to her.
Mara drags me over to the fence and climbs to the top rail and from there
clambers onto my shoulders. She bumps me with her heels and yells "Giddy
up." Mike seeing this tugs on my mother's hand and she allows her self to
led over to the fence where Mike mounts her. She manages to grab his feet
before his heels can dig painfully into her and moves off at his command.
Mara and I have been waiting while this takes place and I move off at a
trot when they come even with us, Mike spurs his mount on and I shift to
a
gallop when they draw even again. Mike urges his steed to greater efforts
and I allow them to draw level with us, twenty meters from the house I
lengthen my stride and pull away, reaching the stairs a good five meters
in
front.
We bend over and allow our riders to dismount and Mum throws me a look that
promises me much future anguish. Breathing heavily we allow our riders to
precede us and we enter the lounge to hear them chattering away telling
their parents how they fed the horses, how they rode a horse and about the
race home.
Mum flops into a chair, "You," she fixes me with a steely gaze, "will now
get me a cup of tea."
Everyone else expresses a similar desire so I retire to the kitchen,
trailed by Mara and we return a few minutes later with the drinks. Mike
has crawled into Mums lap and is sitting curled up with his head cushioned
on her breast. We distribute the drinks and I say to Carl and Sherry, "I
was going to go over to the O'Conner's place today for a swim. Do you
think the kids would like to come?"
Sherry replies, "Mara can go, but Mike can't swim, so he better stay
behind."
Mike looks ready to throw a right royal paddy until my mother steps in and
says, "You and I'll find something better to do. All right?" and suddenly
he is all sunny smiles, sure he is going to get one up on his sister.
"But I don't have my bathers with me." Mara cries.
"You can swim in your knickers," I say, "Katy generally does."
With final instructions of "Don't make a nuisance of yourself." and "Make
sure you do whatever Geoff tells you." from Sherry to Mara. And a call
warning that we are coming, we are soon on our way.
Mara skips along beside me, her tiny little hand tucked into mine, she
chatters on, asking me about what the storm was like, gasping when we enter
the bush and the carnage surrounds us.
"Wow! What did that?" she gasps, as she spies the exploded corpse of a
lightning struck tree a few meters back from the edge of the track.
Dragging me over to it, she cranes her head back looking up at the twisted
six meter stump, all around us the branches of the crown lie scattered
across the landscape. I explain how the intense heat of the lighting makes
all of the water in the tree boil at once and causes it to burst. She nods
at this and drags me back to the track.
When we reach the creek, she looks at the deeply undercut banks and asks
how we are to get across. I point a little way upstream to where part of
the bank has collapsed on the far side, jumping down into the scoured creek
bed I lift her down and throw her over my shoulder then wade through the
knee deep, silty flow to where the fallen bank blocks half the creek bed,
I
set her down and we scramble back up onto level ground.
She slips her fingers back into mine and two minutes later we are slipping
through the fence onto the O'Conner's property. I lead Mara to where Katy
and Jimmy, are splashing in the water and I make introductions.
Katy pouts a little at the tiny hand in mine but politely says "Hello."
Jimmy is back to being a little shit and tries to splash us. I say, "Well,
I better let your parents know they has an extra visitor, we'll be back in
a minute." We drop our towels and stuff on the cable reel and make our way
up to the house.
Up at the house, I introduce Mara and Mrs. O'Conner, James it seems is in
town on business. Jane smiles down at Mara, "You know you're going to make
my daughter jealous," she says, indicating our entwined fingers, "she seems
to think Geoff is her boyfriend."
Mara blushes at this and snatches her hand from mine, "I'm sorry." she
stammers.
"Oh, for Pete's sake! Don't worry about it, he's big enough for the both
of you. Now run along and have some fun."
Mara and I run back down to the dam, Mara blushes prettily as she slips her
dress off over her head.
"Oh, she's got a pussy on her pussy!" Katy giggles.
"Can it!" I say, as Mara blushes a deeper shade of crimson, looking
confused.
I take a running dive into the water and secure Katy's ankle before she can
get away, jerking her under the water. When we surface I tickle her into
giggling submission. "Are you going to behave?" I ask punctuating each word
with another jab to her ribs.
"NO!" she shouts as with a wriggle she escapes my grasp.
Mara is still standing on the bank, looking into the muddy brown waters of
the dam.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
She replies "I can't see the bottom."
"What do you want the bottom for, whenever this one finds it," I say,
waving my hand at Katy, "she tries to fill my pants with it." Katy nods
furiously, giggling like a maniac.
"Will you hold me?" Mara asks, her chin quivering.
I'm a sucker for a quivering chin so I say "Sure." I make my way over to
the bank, stand up and hold my hand out to her. With a convulsive jump,
Mara leaps at me, wrapping her arms around my neck. The unexpectedness of
the impact and the steeply sloping dam bank combine to send me over
backwards into the cold water. I surface sputtering, Mara clinging to me
like a limpet. Katy and Jimmy laugh, secure in the knowledge that they are
safe from me. Scrambling onto the diving platform they take turns bombing
us, cackling like hyenas all the while.
A few minutes later Mara whispers in my ear, "You can let go now. Let's
get them." We hold a brief, whispered war council, then the next time Katy
enters the water near us, we separate and pounce on her as she rises to the
surface. I crush Katy to my chest while like a trooper, Mara dives for the
bottom and returns with a double handful of mud, I pull the back of her
knickers out while Mara drops the mud in. I rub the mud in and then
retreat with Mara to the island.
Katy rinses out her knickers, swims over to us and offers her hand to Katy,
saying, "Quits?" As Mara nods agreement, Katy gives a jerk and pulls Mara
over the muddy rim into the water. Mara pops to the surface and leaps on
Katy driving her under. Arms flailing, Katy recovers the upper hand, I
look on with concern for a moment but Mara is giving as good as she gets
and is obviously over her concern about the murky water and I decide it is
time to work my revenge on Jimmy.
I zero in on him, dive for his ankles and miss, I lunge for him, and he
holds up his hand saying, "Shh, listen." and points to where Mara has a
struggling Katy pinned to the dam bank at the water's edge.
Mara is saying "Aw, go on tell me."
"No I can't." Katy objects. "You're too little."
"Am not, I beat you didn't I? And I'm not going to let you go until you
tell me what you meant when you said I had a pussy on my pussy."
"O.K. But you can't tell any grownups what I tell you."
"What about Geoff?" Mara asks. They are so locked up in their own
struggle and conversation, that they haven't noticed that Jimmy and I are
listening.
"Oh he's different." Katy replies, "O.K., your pussy is down there between
your legs."
"Oh! Mum just calls that my privates. Why do you call it a pussy?"
"Because it feels so good to stroke it I guess."
I decide this conversation has probably gone on long enough and intervene.
"Katy," I say, "I think that's enough for now." Both girls jump at the
sound of my voice, Katy taking advantage of the distraction to roll on top
of Mara, and collect a handful of mud which she plasters all over Mara's
chest and rubs into her hair. With a giggle Katy leaps clear and dives
into the water, Mara follows bent on revenge.
"Shit, I didn't think anyone could beat Katy like that, that little kid's
good." Jimmy says, watching the two little girls struggling in the water.
"Yeah, well life's full of little surprises." I reply.
"I wonder where Katy learned about pussies?" he muses, more to himself than
to me, "I wonder if Lena told her."
I see an opening to reinforce the conversation I had with Lena and grasp
it
with both hands. "What do you know about Lena's Pussy?" I ask, with, I
hope, the proper tone of surprise, and a little outrage.
Jimmy turns beet red, and starts stammering, "I-I don't kn-n-know what
you're t-t-talking about."
"Yes you do." I say softening my tone, "Have you been playing with it?"
Watching his expression, I continue, "Have you been fucking her?"
Bullseye! He tries, to deny it, "N-no, n-never, I-I w-wouldn't, I-I-I di-
didn't." his obvious embarrassment, along with the fact that I know
different, gives him away. The girls glance in our direction, but a small
shake of my head at Katy causes her to resume their struggle, though her
expression says 'Later' louder than words.
"Don't worry, I'm not going to dob you in, but you are using protection
aren't you?" I ask with the proper amount of concern in my voice.
"What's that?"
"You do put a franger on before you fuck her don't you?"
"A franger?"
"A condom, dinger, rubber, sleeping bag for mice, you know?"
"Huh?"
"Oh shit! It's a rubber bag you put over your cock to catch your sperm.
You don't want to get her pregnant do you?"
"Shit no! Uh, I didn't know. Uh, where do I get them from?" he asks
worriedly.
"You buy them at the chemist, just ask for a dozen Checkmates, or you can
get them from machines in the toilets at service stations and other places
but that'll cost you a whole lot more."
"I'd be too embarrassed." he objects.
"Would you rather be a father? Besides what do you think her father and
brothers would do to you?"
"Oh!"
"Exactly." I say dryly. "Are you making sure she has fun too, or is it
just wham, bamm, thank you mam?"
"Uh, how do you do that?"
"Shit! You got any stick books? You know like playboy or something."
"Uh, yeah."
"Well try reading the letters and stories, instead of just jerking off over
the pictures." I say.
"I-I-I don't." he denies strenuously, his face a deep crimson.
"Bullshit! Everybody does it, if they say they don't they're liars. So
are you a liar?"
"I guess not. But can you tell me what to do?"
"Well you wrap your hand around your dick, and you rub..." I start
mischievously.
He interrupts me, "No I know how to do that." then smiles sheepishly as
he
realises how I tricked him. "I mean can you tell me how to make Lena feel
good?"
"O.K. the first thing you can do is kiss her, all sorts of kisses, little
kisses all over her face, big sloppy tongue kisses, that sort of thing."
"And then?"
I continue, "Well you can play with her tits, rub them, lick them, suck on
the nipples. You can also rub her pussy, and kiss and lick it too."
"Eew yuck!" he objects.
"Oh?" I say with raised eyebrows, "You know you shouldn't knock something
until you tried it? How do you feel about the idea of having her suck your
cock?" I ask.
"It makes me hot, but she'd never do it." he declares.
"You'd be surprised," I say, "If you lick a girl's pussy she'll do just
about anything for you."
"Really?" He asks, surprised. "Uh, what does it taste like?"
"It's great," I say, "It's the best thing in the world, so long as the girl
keeps herself clean. And if she doesn't, do you really want to put your
dick there or even your fingers?"
"I guess not. So do I just kiss and lick anywhere?"
"Pretty much, but there's a little knob like a button at the top of her
slit, called a clit, if you lick and suck on that, she'll go over the moon.
The most important thing you have to remember is to start out slow and
gentle, she'll tell you when to go faster. Of course when she does ask you
that, It's a lot more fun to ignore her for a while, it drives them up the
wall.
"Oh and another thing, get rid of your first load of cum before you fuck
her, that way you'll last a lot longer when you do and you won't waste a
condom. Go slow, make it last, the longer it takes the better it will feel
in the end."
Suddenly I lunge at him, "By the way I've still got to get you back for
bombing me and Mara." I get a good grip on him and tickle him until he is
helpless, then strip off his shorts and throw them up onto the bank.
Shoving him under the water and I beating a hasty retreat.
I Join the girls and all three of us watch his embarrassed squirming. They
just giggle and shake their heads when he pleads for one of them to recover
his shorts. Katy cuddles up to me and asks, "What were you talking about,
huh?"
"Let's just say that Lena will get a pleasant surprise next time they're
alone together." I reply with a grin and she giggles in reply.
Eventually Jimmy decides he's not going to get any help from us, and
embarrassed by the presence of a girl that his mother specifically told him
to put clothes on for, he waddles from the water. Hunched over, he
snatches up his shorts and holds them over his groin while he re-enters the
water. All the while the girls are giggling helplessly at his discomfort
and I have to support both of them.
Having restored his modesty, Jimmy glares at us, declaring, "I'm gonna get
you for that."
"Really?" To the girls I add, "Let's get him." I propel them in his
direction and swim after them. He dives and tries to escape, but the odds
are against him and he is soon cornered near the platform, where Mara leaps
on his back and tries to drive him below the surface and Jimmy has to grab
onto the pole.
Katy joins in to help her and plasters herself to Jimmy's front, suddenly
she gets a wicked gleam in her eye and pulls in tighter. Jimmy's face is
a
study as he tries to shove her away and I realise that he must have a
hardon and Katy is rubbing up against it, his face gets redder and redder,
suddenly it screws up tight and he shudders and gives a little gasp. Katy
gives a wicked little laugh and pushes off him, I snag an ankle on the way
past and haul her away from the others.
"That, was not a very nice thing to do." I hiss in her ear.
"Aw, it was fun, he looked real funny." She giggles.
"Well remember that if he crawls into bed with you tonight." I warn her.
"Oh!"
"Yes. Oh!"
I shove her under the water and go to peel Mara, who is unaware of the by-
play, off his back. I Toss her away from us and set about soothing Jimmy's
bruised ego. He is almost crying and refuses to look at me.
I splash water in his face and he looks up, "Don't worry about it?" I say,
"It happens."
"Why did she do that? Do you think she knew what she was doing?" He asks.
"Who knows, maybe, but she could probably tell that it was embarrassing
you, so she just kept doing it." I explain with a laugh, "If you had
pushed your dick back at her she would probably have run. Just don't go
getting any funny ideas, O.K."
"O.K."
We separate and the girls swim over to me and Katy begs for a cannonball.
I swim to where I can stand up and for the next few minutes I toss the kids
around until I am tired.
Katy decides she wants to jump off my shoulders. For some reason, probably
a desire to show off, Katy walks around the dam and out to the platform on
the log, as I swim out to the platform and haul myself up. Katy climbs up
onto my shoulders, rubbing her pussy across my face on the way past.
"Watch it!" I hiss and she giggles.
She readies herself and jumps, landing with a satisfying splash, Jimmy
follows her and Mara decides she wants to try it. On her way up I blow a
Zoober into her belly and she looses her balance as she giggles and falls
backwards into the water.
Coming up sputtering she tells me to stay where I am because she's going
to
try again and not to do that again. I promise and she swims to the bank
and starts making her way out along the log but falls heavily, landing
astride it. I wince as her face screws up and she bursts into tears of
agony, then jump into the water to catch her as she topples from the log.
I carry her from the water and cuddle her to me soothing her.
Suddenly Jimmy cries out, "She's bleeding!" and Mara's sobs become louder.
I grab a towel and wrap Mara in it, saying, "You bring up the rest of the
stuff and I'll take Mara up for your mother to have a look at."
With this, I hurry up to the house with her and Jane meets me at the door,
having heard the cries. I explain what happened and try to hand Mara over
but she clings to me and refuses to let go.
"Bring her into the kitchen." Jane tells me, pulling me inside and pushing
me down onto a chair.
Jane then asks, "Mara Honey, can I take off your knickers so I can have a
look at you?"
Mara gives a tearful nod and gulps convulsively. Jane unwraps the towel
and carefully slips Mara's blood soaked knickers off, tossing them in the
sink. Katy and Jimmy come in with wide eyed stares, Jane snaps, "Get out
Jimmy. Katy, get me a bowl of warm water and a clean wash cloth, then go
and get me a clean pair of your knickers."
Jimmy drops the pile he is carrying, in the doorway and takes off like a
cut cat while Katy hurries to comply with her mother's requests. Jane
carefully washes Mara's bruised little mound, then gently separates the
lips to look inside. "Well girl, you're not a virgin any more." she
comments wryly. "The bleeding seems to have stopped but just in case, wait
here, I'll be back in a sec, she flips the towel to cover Mara and leaves
the room.
Mara's sobs have subsided to little gulps by the time Jane and Katy return,
Jane picks up a dry towel from the pile in the doorway and asks, "Honey,
do
you think you could stand up?" Mara gives a little nod and I help her to
her feet.
As Jane picks up the cloth to finish washing the blood from her thighs Mara
speaks, "No, I want him to do it." As I am the only 'him' in the room Jane
gives a little shrug and silently hands me the cloth.
With gentle strokes I wash the drying blood from her thighs and buttocks
then dab up a drop that has seeped from her swollen pussy. Jane silently
holds out the towel to me and I pat Mara dry. Next she unwraps a sanitary
pad and hands it to me as Katy holds out a pair of knickers, taking them
I
hold them for Mara to step into and pull them up to mid thigh, slipping the
pad into position I pull the knickers the rest of the way up. Finally I
slip the dress on over her head.
I stand up and Jane looks me up and down, "You better go and clean yourself
up. Katy, go and get a pair of your fathers shorts." I look down at
myself and see a film of blood and water coating me from the belly button
down. Mara wants to go with me but I convince her to stay with Jane and
have a hot drink.
I retire to the bathroom, step under the shower and drop my shorts into the
bottom of the tub. After sponging the blood from my body I quickly rinse
out my shorts. As I'm drying off Katy comes in with a pair of shorts, and
waits for me to put them on before following me inside.
Back in the kitchen, Mara is looking more like herself and is sipping on
a
cup of hot chocolate, Jane is at the sink. As soon as I sit down and pick
up the cup of tea Jan has made for me, Mara slips down from her chair and
climbs into my lap.
"Cute, real cute." Jane remarks and I look up to see her holding up Mara's
knickers to see if they're clean.
When we finish our drinks, I say, "I'd better get Mara back to her mother,
and let her know what happened."
"O.K. we'll see you later."
I make my good-byes to the kids, Jimmy just waves vaguely in our direction
but Katy decides to escort me to the boundary as usual. Mara insists that
I carry her as it still hurts to walk, sucker that I am, I give in and lift
her in my arms.
Three minutes later we're at the fence and I put Mara down so we can get
through. Katy leaps into my arms and delivers her usual kiss goodbye, I'm
a little reluctant in front of Mara but Katy has no such inhibitions, she
grinds her pussy against my hip and her tongue covers every portion of the
inside of my mouth it can reach and she soon has me responding in kind
while Mara looks on with wide eyes.
When we finally break, Katy looks down at Mara and states, "You didn't see
that did you."
"Depends." Mara bargains.
"Depends on what?" I ask with some trepidation.
"On whether you'll teach me to kiss like that too."
"Now look what you've done." I accuse.
"So Kiss her already."
I put Katy down and lift Mara until she can wrap her arms about my neck
then support her with one hand under her butt, to keep the pressure off her
poor abused pussy. I start the kiss gently, briefly trapping her upper lip
between mine, then pulling back to look into her sparkling, green eyes, she
smiles up at me so I return my lips to hers. For a little while we suck
gently on each others lips before I tilt my head to the side and I lick
over the small gap between her lips. I probe a little harder and her lips
give way before me. I run my tongue over her teeth, licking her gums and
the inside of her cheeks. Her teeth part as she gives a little gasp and
I
push through the opening to flick at the end of her little tongue. Her
eyes widen at this, but she responds by sliding her tongue over mine, when
I withdraw my tongue, hers tentatively follows, then begins exploring the
inside of my mouth with increasing confidence. I suck hard as she pulls
her tongue back and when I follow she responds in kind her cheeks hollowing
as she draw my tongue into her mouth.
A moment later she breaks the kiss and smiles up at me, "That was nice."
she tells me. then lifts her lips to mine for a brief moment before I put
her down.
Katy warns Mara, "Now don't say anything about that kiss, or you could get
Geoff into trouble. O.K.?"
"What kiss?" Mara replies with her best stupid look. (This girl will go far
if she doesn't hang first.)
Katy delivers one last brief kiss then holds the fence while we scramble
through. Lifting Mara back into my arms, we make our way to the creek and
down into the bed, where I wade against the current until I find a good
solid exposed tree root. I lift Mara onto solid ground, then pass the
bundle of towels and wet clothes up to her. Grasping the root I pull
myself up onto the bank and once again pick her up and plod along the track
to my uncle's house.
I set Mara on her feet at the top of the steps and follow her into the
lounge, where she proudly announces, "I'm not a virgin any more. See." and
she lifts the hem of her dress to show the prominent bulge of an adult
sized maxi-pad in her little girl panties.
A sudden silence ensues in which I imagine I can hear the vertebrae
cracking as head snap around to look at us. Carl's face darkens ominously
and he roars, "Who did it? Was it you? I'll kill the bastard." as he
rises from his seat.
I back up a step and Mara turns to huddle against me, wrapping herself
around one thigh. I hold up my hand and say, "Woah, it was an accident,
she slipped and fell on a log."
Still half out of his seat, Carl asks, "Well what's this bit about a
virgin, where did she hear that?"
I explain, "She's just repeating what Jane, that's Mrs. O'Conner, said
while we were cleaning her up."
Sherry shoves her husband back into his seat and comes over to kneel before
her frightened daughter who is, staring apprehensively at her father. "Are
you all right darling?"
Mara gives a tiny nod, "Why is Daddy mad at me?" she asks in a scared
little girl voice.
"Oh, Daddy isn't mad at you." Sherry explains, enfolding her daughter and
perforce my leg, in a tight hug, "He just misunderstood what you said and
he was mad, because he though someone hurt you." She then throws a glare
at her husband that would melt stone. He cringes and starts to get up, but
subsides under the weight of her glance.
"What's a virgin?" Mike chirps from his perch on my mother's knee.
Everybody except the two children crack up at this and the atmosphere
clears dramatically, Mara and Mike stare around at up as if we had gone
mad. Finally Carl recovers enough to haul himself to his feet and kneels
before his daughter, "Well you sure picked an interesting way of making
your announcement." he says wryly, "I'm sorry if you thought I was mad at
you, I'd never get that mad at you Honey. Do you forgive me?"
Mara peels herself from my leg and shrugs off her mothers arms as she leaps
at her father, wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a big kiss.
Pulling back she announces, "Ouch, that hurt."
Carl gently folds his arms around Mara and asks, "What hurt Honey?"
"My pussy, when I jumped. Oops!" she realises what she said and claps her
hand over her mouth.
Sherry raises her eyebrow at me, and I explain, "Uh, Katy made a smart
remark about Mara's knickers, Jane appreciated the joke too."
"Oh. Actually Mara just liked the kitten, they are cute though aren't
they?" Sherry returns. "Mara darling, will you come with me so I can make
sure you're all right." They go off into the bedroom and emerge a few
minutes later. "She's fine, she'll be just a little sore for a day or
two."
I feel a tug on my shorts and I look down into Mike's upturned face, "You
still haven't told me what a virgin is."
I look helplessly at Sherry, who says, "Give it a go, just keep it simple."
"Thanks." I mutter, and think for a moment, "O.K.," I say, hunkering down
to his level, "Girls have this little piece of skin between their legs that
stops poo from going in the wrong places when they are babies and when it
gets broken they're not virgins any more."
"Oh, is that all. Girl stuff, yuck." he says and turns away, disgusted
that he has asked about a girl thing.
Sherry claps her hands delightedly, "Perfect, everything he wanted to know
and not a thing to pique his interest. Well I think everybody could do
with a drink, what do you take Geoff?"
I tell her and she goes into the kitchen to make drinks. As soon as I take
a seat on the couch Mara climbs up onto my lap and by the time Sherry
returns with the drinks she is curled up in a ball, fast asleep.
As Sherry hands me my drink she asks, "Do you want me to move her?"
"No she's fine, and I think she needs to be held at the moment." I reply.
"You're probably right."
I sit there with my cute little lap warmer, gently rubbing her back as she
sleeps. Around me the adults carry on their conversation, but to me it is
a droning buzz that soon has me joining Mara in the land of Nod.
Some time later I'm woken by Mara shaking me violently and calling "Wake
up, wake up!"
"Huh, what?"
"You're coming to stay with us for a week." Mara tells me excitedly.
"Mara Lauren Hardy! You're supposed to ask him."
"But he will come." Mara objects, "Won't you?" a note of uncertainty creeps
into her voice.
"Of course I will Honey."
"Goody! I knew he would!" Mara squeals delightedly and then plasters wet
little kisses all over my face until I am forced to push her away.
I look at Sherry and ask, "What brought that on?"
"Well, when she woke up Mara asked me if you could come and stay with us
for a while, your mother said that you were a bit disappointed about the
lack of beaches, so we decided to see if you'd like to come up for a week."
"I'd love to."
"Well, go and pack a bag we'll be leaving after tea." Sherry tells me.
I suddenly realise just how late it is, Mara and I have slept through most
of the afternoon. I get up and with the help of small fingers I soon have
a bag packed and waiting at the top of the stairs. I realise that I am
still wearing James' shorts so I chase Mara from the room and change into
a
pair of my own.
I enter the lounge and tell Mum that I better let Jane know that I won't
be
over for a while and to send Katy to pick up her father's things once
they've been washed.
Sherry has similar thoughts and throws Mara's knickers, which are now dry,
to her. "Here get changed so Katy can have her knickers back." Mara starts
to get changed right there in the middle of the lounge and Sherry has to
stop her, "In the bedroom you little goose."
A minute later Katy returns and holds up the pad, "What do I do with this?"
"Oh Mara!" Sherry exclaims, crimson featured, "Put it in the bin."
I decide that now is a good time to be busy on the phone and take it into
the bedroom and shut the door.
Jane answers, "Hello."
"Hi Jane, It's Geoff, I've just been invited to spend a week up at Mara's
parents place, so you'll have to send Katy over to collect James' shorts
and the knickers, Mum'll wash them tomorrow morning so any time after
lunch'll be fine."
"You don't have to do that."
"My mother does, believe me. You know that little comment of yours nearly
got me killed?"
"What comment was that?"
"Well guess who walked into the lounge and announced to all and sundry that
she was not a virgin any more?"
"Oh no! She didn't?" Jane start laughing helplessly, I can hear James in
the background asking "What's so funny?"
Eventually Jane recovers enough to explain, "You know how I told you about
the accident today, well Mara just walked into the lounge over there and
told the world that she wasn't a virgin any more." In the background James
cracks up.
Jane asks me, "What was her fathers reaction?"
"Well you remember the 'Incredible Hulk' cartoons? That was her father,
and he's six, two to start with. It was a scary experience."
"How did you manage to survive long enough to explain?"
"Mara was so solidly attached to my leg that he would have had to break her
arms to remove her, his reaction scared her worse than it scared me."
Mum calls from the lounge, and I say to Jane, "I've got to go, I'm being
called. See you next week some time."
"O.K. see you later and I'm sorry for causing so much trouble."
"That's all right, see ya." I hang up and return to the lounge, where tea
is ready.
Fortunately it is finger food as Mara wants to sit in my lap, her parents
and I indulge her and the two of us spend the time stealing food from each
other's plates.
Once we have finished tea and our after dinner drinks, we all go down to
the truck where I toss my bag into the back and lift the children after it.
After we have made our good-byes I join the kids as Carl and Sherry climb
into the cab and slam the doors. Two minutes later we are on our way. At
the gate I'm the one tapped to open it and let the truck through, I then
close the gate and vault back into the truck.
I settle myself on the mattress and pillows in the back of the truck and
Mara snuggles up against my side. While the light lasts we read, Mara from
'The Enchanted Wood' and me from Heinlein's 'Time Enough For Love'.
It soon becomes too dark to read so we set aside our books and I listen to
her as she chatters about herself, I find that the books she has read are
much the same books that I read when I was her age and I'm pleased to find
that her favourite book is Heidi, which is my own all time favourite and
one which I still re-read to this day.
She is in the Brownie Scouts and I hear all about the activities that they
do, tying knots, cooking chocolate crackles, selling chocolate and how they
made more than five hundred dollars just before Christmas by collecting
bottles and aluminium cans from alongside the roads leading into town.
While Mara talks it has gone from twilight to full darkness and the steady
hum of the wheels on the asphalt of the road has lulled Mike to sleep. I
am in that half world neither fully awake, nor fast asleep, Mara is
snuggled up against my right side, her head pillowed on my chest and her
upper leg is drawn up to rest on hip. With my left hand I have been idly
scratching her ribs upper arm and back.
It is only when she murmurs, "Mmm, that's nice." and wriggles contentedly
against my side that I realise that my right hand has not been idle. It
has slipped from her hip to rest on her lower leg and my fingertip is
gently stroking along the length of her still swollen little slit. As soon
as I realise what I am doing my hand freezes. "Why did you stop?" she
complains.
I start to remove my hand as I explain, but she shifts her upper leg to
trap my hand where it is. "Grownups aren't supposed to touch kids like
that." I tell her.
"But it felt nice, I like it." she protests.
"I know, but I would get into a lot of trouble if any body found out I
touched your pussy like that." I explain, blithely ignoring the fact that
the trouble I would get into for rubbing her pussy, was nothing to what
would happen if anybody ever found out about what I was doing with Katy and
Lena.
"I'd never tell anybody." she tries to reassure me as she wriggles lower
trying to re-establish the contact between my fingers and her pussy.
"I still shouldn't do it." I object.
"But I want you to do it. Please?" With this she takes matters into her
own hands, and seizes my wrist and pushes my hand back into contact with
her knickers.
Her pleading tone is too much for me and I resume stroking her pussy and
she lifts her leg to lie on my hip again. Once she is sure that I'm not
going to stop again she releases my wrist and throws her arm across my body
to hug me tightly. Gently, I trail my finger along the length of her slit,
tracing little circles at the top, over her clit. Her breathing becomes
more rapid as I continue to massage her vulva and I increase the pressure
on her clit. After a few minutes of gentle friction on her knickers I feel
a little dampness begin to seep through the gusset and I slip my fingers
under the elastic of the leg-band. Mara emits a little gasp as she feels
the direct contact of my skin on hers and hugs me tighter.
My fingers slide smoothly over the oily wetness they encounter and slip
easily between her puffy labia. She moans softly as my finger contacts her
hardened, pea sized clitoris and her breathing becomes ragged. With gentle
pressure on the tip, I move it around in small circles and she thrusts her
hips forward to trap my fingers between herself and my hip. I gently
extract my fingers and drag them backwards through her warm crevice to
circle the entrance of her vagina, she tenses momentarily but begins to
relax when she feels no discomfort.
As my ring finger continues to orbit the tiny opening into her body she
relaxes further and a short time later slips, to the first knuckle, within
the warm, vice like confines of her immature vagina. She gasps, and I feel
the muscles of her vaginal entrance clench tight around my finger. I
caress her clit with my fore finger and patiently wait until she relaxes
before withdrawing and pushing back inside. I slide my finger in and out,
gaining a few millimetres more penetration with each stroke until my entire
finger is buried to the hilt and she is rocking her hips back and forth in
time with my strokes.
Mara is moaning almost continuously and I press the finger tips of my left
hand to her lips, she understands my warning and the volume of her cries
is
reduced. The muscles of her vagina have relaxed under my ministrations,
so
I withdraw my ring finger completely and replace it with the middle one.
The quantity of lubricant in her silken sheath is so great that my finger
slips inside with no resistance and the tip brushes over the closed opening
of her cervix. Three full length strokes of my finger later, she cums in
a
shuddering orgasm, her tiny fist stuffed between her teeth to stifle her
outcry.
As her climax subsides I cease fondling her clit and remove my finger with
shallower and shallower strokes until my hand is free. I then lift it to
my face and inhale the delicate aroma of her virgin spend, extending my
tongue to taste of her innocence, I suck each of my fingers one after the
other between my lips savouring the clean, sweet flavour of her secretions
mixed with the slight coppery tang of her blood.
A moment later she lifts herself above me and presses her mouth to mine,
her tiny tongue slipping between my lips to caress the inside of my mouth.
After a few seconds she pulls back to say, "Your mouth tastes funny."
"That's what your pussy tastes like, I sucked my fingers clean?"
"Mmm, I like it." she opines, and slides back down to snuggle up to my
side.
"Do you want a better taste?" I ask, I feel her head nod on my chest so I
slip my hand back under her knickers and slip my fingers one by one inside
her, coating them with her vaginal oils. I lift my hand to her lips and
she avidly sucks my fingers clean, relishing the stronger flavour,
undiluted by my saliva.
Suddenly she slips her own hand under her knee and touches my rigid cock
through my shorts, "Why is your doodle hard?" she asks.
"That's my 'penis', it's hard because you make me feel good in a special
way. Like the way I made you feel when I rubbed your pussy." I explain.
"Can I touch it?", without waiting for permission she slides her hand
under the waistband of my shorts and explores it with her fingertips,
caressing every square millimetre, sliding further downwards to fondle my
balls, finally she wraps her hand around my shaft her thumb failing to
reach her fingertips. She discovers that the skin slides up and down and
begins an inexperienced pumping motion.
"Careful," I warn her, "if you keep that up you're going to make a big
mess."
"What do you mean?" she asks, curiously.
"You know that really good feeling that you had at end, when I rubbed your
pussy, well men feel that too, and when that happens some slippery white
stuff called sperm squirts out of the end."
I lean over her and pull a T-shirt from my bag, I then slip my shorts down
below my balls to give Mara easier access to my prick. "O.K. you can play
with my cock now, and I'll catch the sperm with this."
Mara gets up from beside me and kneels astride my thighs, so that she can
fondle my cock more easily. Fortunately the glass at the front of the
fibreglass canopy has been broken at some stage and has been replaced with
a sheet of plywood, so I don't have to worry about her parents seeing us,
and the reflection of their headlights from the glass at the rear will
prevent anyone behind us looking in.
With more room to manoeuvre, Mara wraps both hands around my cock and
begins pumping up and down, her action is a little rough so I instruct her
on how to give a hand job properly, explaining where my penis is most
sensitive. I also tell her that it feels better if her hands are slippery
like her vagina and use my hand to transfer a good gob of saliva from my
mouth to coat my cock.
She replaces her hand on my shaft and complains "Eew, yuck!", but continues
to fondle me, as my prick begins to dry, she leans forwards to dribble spit
from her own lips onto it, massaging the fresh lubricant into the head with
one hand as she pumps with the other.
Suddenly Mike rolls over in his sleep muttering and with great presence of
mind Mara drops forwards, concealing my cock beneath her body. When she
is
sure Mike is not waking up she sits back up, only now she is on top of my
balls and the base of my prick presses against her panties.
She reaches down to continue her ministrations but finding me dry scoots
downwards to dribble another load of spit, actually brushing the tip with
he lip. She then moves back up and resumes stroking my rigid prick, but
now she can feel the base rubbing against her slit. Suddenly her weight
leaves me as she stands up and I hear a rustling sound, before She sits
back down, squarely on top of my prick and I can feel her bare pussy lips
splayed open to either side. I take her knickers from her hand and lay
them across my nose, the intoxicating smell inciting my prick to swell
until it feels like it will burst.
With one hand she holds her dress up out of the way, the other caresses the
head of my cock and pushes it upwards to increase the pressure of the
contact with her body, as she begins to rock her hips backwards and
forwards her clit sliding along the underside of my penis. Her passions
quickly build towards a fresh peak as the slick friction stimulates her
engorged clit and I am right there with her. Suddenly she is cumming for
the second time in her life, and she shakes and shudders above me. Before
her orgasm subsides my own overtakes me and I barely have time to move the
T-shirt into position, before the semen burns it's way along the length of
my exploding member. My cum coats Mara's hand and dribbles back down over
my prick to pool in my groin and coat the outside of her vulva.
I remove her hand from my wilting member and lift it to my lips where I
carefully lick and suck her fingers clean. I then lift her entire body
upwards and she gasps in shock as I perform the same service on her semen
coated vulva, slipping my tongue between her labia to gather up the last
of
the pussy juice seeping from her vagina.
When I reach for the T-shirt to clean up my cock and balls Mara surprises
me by restraining my hand and turning to reach down and scoop up a quantity
of semen on her fingers before lifting them to her mouth to taste. Finding
the taste to her liking she dips her head to lick my groin like a cat,
lapping up every drop of cream she can find.
She lifts her head and snuggles up next to me, saying "You taste nice too."
I kiss her forehead and let her feel my smile against her skin, "You taste
better." I argue.
"Of course I do, I'm a little girl." she replies smugly.
"Well if 'little girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice.'
Then why do they taste like anchovies?" I ask with a grin.
"I do not!", she protests.
I chuckle and she pulls away and a small fist thuds into my ribs, "Oooh,
you're teasing me." She cuddles back up to me and reaches down to fondle
my shrunken cock, "Oh it's soft, how come your penis feels so different
now?"
"I'll tell you in a minute but first let's get our clothes back on
properly." I say, as I settle my shorts back on my hips. Groping around
beside my head I find her knickers and use my cigarette lighter to find the
front, then slip them on, finishing by snapping the leg-band against her
buttock, just to hear her squeak.
I get us settled comfortably and give much the same talk as I gave Katy and
then Lena, editing and simplifying it a little to suit her more limited
understanding. I finish with my talk on the ethics of sex, emphasising
that 'no' means 'no' and 'stop' means 'stop right now'. Finishing, "So,
you should only have sex with someone you really trust."
"You mean, like Daddy?" she asks.
"Um ... that's a hard one, a lot of daddies get upset when they think about
their little girls having sex. You saw how mad he got today, well that was
because he thought someone had had sex with you."
"Oh, so you mean I can't do it with Daddy?", she sounds so disappointed
that my heart really goes out to her and I think hard about how she might
get to her father.
"Well you could try sitting in his lap and wriggling about to see if he
gets hard, and you could try to practice movie kisses with him. Say you
saw it in the movies and you wanted to try it, when he asks you about it
though." I tell her.
She then starts having ideas of her own, "I really liked it when you
tickled my pussy, so I could go up to him and say I was rubbing where I got
hurt, and it felt really funny and could he have a look at it to see if
anything was wrong. And I could sit so he could see up my dress too."
"They're good ideas too, just don't do them all at once or he'll know
something is up, and you've got to pretend you don't know anything so that
he thinks he is teaching you. One of the most important things though is
to make sure there's nobody else around or he will be too scared to do
anything, he might be too scared anyway, but if anyone else is there forget
it. Take it slowly, because if you go too fast you'll probably just make
him mad."
We have been talking for over two hours by now and the street lights of yet
another town illuminate the interior of the canopy, Mara looks outside and
says, "We're nearly home can I have another kiss before we get there?"
I say, "Yes." and she squeals "Goody!" as she rolls over to straddle my
stomach and leans forwards to press her lips to mine, there is no
hesitation as her lively little tongue darts in to caress mine, I suck hard
on it for a moment before crowding her tongue back into her mouth with my
own. She practically inhales my tongue, swirling hers all around it,
sucking and licking with abandon. As I pull my tongue back into my own
mouth I feel her lips tighten just before her sharp teeth nip playfully at
the retreating tip.
Well two can play at this game and I shift my lips to suck on her nose,
giving the tip a little nip before shifting to repeat the action on her
right ear, as I suck her earlobe between my lips and take it gently between
my teeth she giggles and her head almost disappears between her shoulders.
Mara informs me we are only a couple of blocks from her home, so I take a
quick look around in the shifting light to make sure there is no evidence
of our amorous play, I spot my T-shirt and stuff it to the bottom of my bag
and zip it closed. Nothing else seems out of place so I sit back with Mara
in my lap until we pull up into a steep driveway.
I open the lift door of the canopy and lower Mara to the ground outside,
I
then turn around and lift a still sleeping Mike into my arms, and return
to
the tailgate in time to hand him to his father, I toss the pillows out to
Mara and jump down with my bag. Suddenly the grass is lit up as Sherry,
who has gone on to open up the house, turns on the porch light. I look
around and see a trampoline off to one side and a small above ground pool
behind a safety fence. Behind the pool I can see the moon, just past full,
just beginning to rise from the sea, a trail of magical light coming
towards me and disappearing behind the bushes covering the steep slope down
to the beach.
"Can I take Geoff down to the beach?" Mara asks her mother as soon as we
are inside the front door.
"Ten minutes, you should be in bed young lady." Sherry acquiesces.
With a whoop of delight Mara drags me to the doors overlooking the beach,
and wrestles them open with my help. Then taking my hand leads me to a
gate in the fence at the top of the steep slope, and through a tunnel in
the bushes, down some a stairway of concrete blocks. We discard our
footwear at the bottom of the stairs, and walk out on the still warm sand
to the ragged line of seaweed and flotsam at the high tide mark.
The packed sand slopes gently down to where the tide has just turned and
is
slowly advancing up the beach. Mara leads me down to where tiny little
waves advance and retreat and then out until the water swirls around my
knees, and threatens to wet her dress. Seeing this I bend over and tuck
the hem inside the leg-band of her knickers, pausing a moment to run my
fingertip over her warm little slit. Together we stand there, hand in
hand, listening to the waves hiss on the sand behind us until the moon has
fully cleared the horizon.
"We better be getting back." I tell her, "I think your mother wants you in
bed."
"Will you carry me up to the stairs?", she pleads. I lift her up and she
wraps her arms around my neck and her legs about my waist. My hands cup
her bottom and I slide a finger under the gusset to rest along the length
of her furrow. By the time we reach the bottom of the steps her pussy is
slick and pull my finger back to work it in and out of her tight sheath a
few times.
She makes a small moue of disappointment when I withdraw my finger to suck
it clean and opens her mouth to complain, I shush her and say, "You can do
it to yourself once you've gone to bed." she still pouts but gives in with
reasonably good grace.
Mara leads me to a tap and shower under the bushes where we wash the sand
from our feet and slip our footwear back on. Once we are inside the house
I have my first chance to look it over, In the center is the guest bedroom
that is to be mine along with the kitchen and the bathroom, surrounding
these on all three sides is a closed in verandah, partitioned off into a
lounge, and bedrooms for the children, beyond the kitchen is a large deck.
Carl and Sherry's bedroom is an extension built on beside the front door.
Sherry meets us in the kitchen and chases Mara off to bed. Mara delivers
quick kisses to her parents, the one to her father just a trifle longer and
wetter than the one she bestows on her mother. Mara then drags me after
her saying "I want Geoff to read to me."
"Mara! You're supposed to ask properly." To me Sherry says, "You don't
mind?"
"Of course not." I tell her and allow myself to be lead into Mara's
bedroom.
"Two chapters." Sherry calls after us.
When Mara begins to undress I turn to wait outside, but she say's, "Don't
be silly, sit there." and points to the foot of her bed.
I do as I'm instructed, and watch Mara as she strips off her dress and
drops it on the floor, I lean over and pick it up, fold it and lay it on
the chair at the foot of the bed. Mara then peels her knickers off and
tosses them in the corner, these I leave where they fall as I gaze at her
pre-teen body. Her rounded belly sticking out over her puffy vulva, the
labia slightly darkened by bruising. The tiny nipples decorating her chest
are surprisingly dark.
She pulls her baby doll pyjamas from under her pillow and bends over
towards me to slip the panties on. I know she is too young to have real
breasts but the layer of puppy fat beneath her nipples is compressed by the
position of her arms and body and a convincing illusion of small titties
is
created. When she stands upright, her pseudo-titties disappear and she
slips the top of her baby dolls on over her head.
Mara then slips in between the sheets and slides over next to the wall,
holding the covers back in an obvious invitation for me to get in beside
her. I pick up the book and comply with her unspoken request, kicking my
thongs off I slip in beside Mara leaning against the head board. Mara
rests her head on my stomach and I open the book and start reading out
loud.
For Mara the day has been too much, first the trauma of breaking her cherry
in such a painful fashion and then two powerful orgasms within minutes of
each other have worn her out and I barely make it halfway through the
chapter before she is fast asleep, tiny snores rasping from her mouth. I
lay the book aside and sit there for a minute looking down at her face in
repose, the corners of her cherubic mouth are drawn up in a tiny smile, and
long almost invisible lashes rest on her bespeckled cheeks.
I carefully slide from between the sheets cradling her head until I can
gently lower it to the pillow. I gently rearrange the covers and tuck her
in, bending to deposit a soft kiss on her slightly parted lips. As I pull
back I notice her eyes have started to flicker behind their lids and I like
to think that my kiss is what triggered her dream.
Turning the light out I join Carl and Sherry at the table in the kitchen.
"Half a chapter," I report, "and she was out like a light."
"I thought that'd happen," Sherry says, "She's had a rather long and um,
eventful day."
We sit up for another half hour exchanging small talk, before Carl and
Sherry decide to call it a night, I too retire to my bed, but the nap I had
during the afternoon leaves me feeling wide awake now and I read my book
until about three in the morning. Finally I turn out the light and fall
asleep thinking of Mara.
Chapter 14 - SHERRY'S INDISCRETION.
I am woken the next morning by a weight on my stomach and fingers digging
into my ribs, I pry open one eyelid and look blearily at a bright and
cheerful looking Mara, who is sitting astride me and looking insufferably
wide awake. I groan and pull my pillow over my face, saying, "Go 'way,
wake me when it's morning."
Mara snatches the pillow away and throws it on the floor, "It is morning,
and I want to go swimming before breakfast."
I look at the wall past Mara, the light streaming through the doors behind
me tints the wall a burnt orange. Technically Mara is right, it is
morning, but only just. Coming to the conclusion that I wont be allowed
to
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