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Subject: REPOST, & more: "Public Dessert" (Mf-voy-exhib-mast-phone)
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usual disclaimer: be of age to read; pure fiction; no reposting for
profit; property of the author.
author's note: This is a repost of a story to which I've added a
'continuation', taking it 'one more small step'. Tongue-in-cheek
apologies, ha-ha, for the lack of 'on-topic incest'. ~o.
"Public Dessert" ~oafish
Chattering and squealling, arms flailing and hair wildly flying, a cloud
of pure ectasy floated by my restaurant table as four precious junior
high school cheerleaders settled into a booth across the aisle and some
six feet down from me. Their high spirits, flushed faces and uninhibited
grace of movement had me momentarily enthralled as I watched their
taunt, sweat sheened legs flash below their tiny pleated skirts.
Only one of these little goddesses was within my line of sight as she
occupied the end of the booth facing me. A very pretty little thing,
with bright golden-red curls contrasting her exquisitely pale, freckled
complexion. She retained an abundance of her preteen baby fat that gave
her face a childlike 'pouty' look and made her young body appear
developed beyond her years.
As I was gazing at the plump softness of her thighs beneath the table, I
was overhearing the girls trash the guys at the game they'd been at, to
the sounds of...
"They're so little! Just kids, REALLY! Nothing but little PIMPLES! I
guess we'll just have to wait until high school to find any REAL men!"
"Yeah, and then we'll all be in for the putdowns of, 'Oh looky...
another crop of junior high virgins' !!," another bewailed her fate.
"Let's face it. Sex-ed to them is just learning which hand to jack off
with! We're all going to graduate virgins!," lamented another.
I was staring into the shadows under the table, trying to discern if the
little redhead was freckled on her thighs as well. She was opening and
closing her chubby white thighs as she listened to her girlfriends
discribe their horrible fate. Every time her creamy legs came together,
the soft flesh would quiver deliciously. And each time she parted them,
it was a little wider, as she would scoot her chubby butt forward,
tightening the powder blue of her panties in her crotch. Obviously, all
this 'boy talk' was turning her on! Behind her menu, she had one hand up
under her top, surreptiously squeezing a tit as she scrunched her hot
little ass about on the bench.
Then her eyes met mine!
I just softly smiled, as I half closed my eyes and gazed back under her
table. Blushing pinkly, she glanced under MY table and saw that my
fingers were stroking the outline of my prick along the inner leg of my
cargo shorts.
Biting her lower lip, in a full flush of excitement, she returned a shy
little smile and placed her order with the waitress. All the while
keeping her legs spread and pelvis slowly grinding into the bench, she
held my attention.
Using the momentary distraction of the waitress to free my swelling dick
from the confines of my underwear and give it the freedom to range down
the leg of my shorts, I watched her reaction as I stroked my thumb and
forefinger slowly along it's length. My nubile little chubby retaliated
by reaching under her table and grasping a soft, white handful of inner
thigh and running her index finger under the damp elastic at the leg of
her tight blue panties.
She was leaning on one supporting forearm as she rubbed her breasts over
the hard edge of the tabletop. Her other hand still gripping and
kneading her thigh, she continued to run her finger up and down her slit
in the leg of her panties. Wagging her legs back and forth, my creamy
little honey mouthed a little 'O' at me with half lidded eyes.
I had the swollen head of my cock gripped with the tips of my fingers.
Twisting and squeezing, my fingertips danced in a sensual delight as we
tantalized each other, every move challenging an escalated response from
my anonymous tormentor. Glancing up and catching the heat of my stare, I
twitched my eyebrows, just once, in an unspoken question.
Her mouth fell open, then closed, as she gripped the tip of her tongue
in her teeth. With her gaze glued beneath my table, I stroked back on my
raging cock, pulling the fabric of my shorts up to expose the hard,
throbbing, purple helmet of my engorged lust!
Breathing deeply, my strawberry shortcake's pale little fingers pushed
her panties aside.
The very deep pink of her puffed labia all but exploded into view!
Topped by a fiery copper pelt, the curves of her excited pussy
contrasted with the shaking excitement of her slim, white fingers. From
top to bottom, she slowly stroked a questing digit along the slick,
enflamed, red wetness of her innerlips, to toy with the puffy entrance
of her hot little honey hole!
She circled her finger about the entrance, then up, to circle and entice
her burning juvenile clit, then down again... then up. I reversed my
fist under my table and with my thumb ridding the top, my fingertips
playfully moving along the bottom, I began to tease the length of my
cock, now fully exposed from under my pushed-up shorts. I felt the
release of precum slicken through my palm as she worked one, then two
fingers into her sloppy, sucking snatch. With her thighs shivering, her
fingers were slowly plunging and stirring through the gushy slime of her
overheated, pubescent twat.
The tension and pace mounted, my grip tightened. I watched, as she
watched, and buried her fingers, thighs slamming open and shut, and
shuddered into a quiet orgasm. My load simultaniously spewed forth,
pulsing exqusitely along the throbbing length of my cock to splatter
repeatedly against the underside of my table and drip onto my bare knee!
Moments later, with exchanges of erotic glances, satisfied, yet still
horny smirks, and a world of pleased smiles, we watched each other. I
cleaned my knee with my napkin and pulled the leg of my shorts back
down; she wiped her lovely slimey fingers on her panties, pulled the
sheer, wet fabric over her sodden little box, and demurely smoothed the
powder blue pleats of her skirt across her thighs.
Strawberry Shortcakes strolled slowly by my table, her round, fine,
little ass humping under the back of her swishing, little, lust-stained
skirt.
I was able to tear my eyes away long enough to read the crumpled napkin
she had dropped by my coffee cup.
"Thank you! For dessert, I wanna lick your leg! ... love, Susie
643-8427.
(anytime, after school)"
Looking down... YUP!... There WAS a big glob of half dried cum...
.. glistening on my calf!
part 2
"Suzie? ...the cheerleader?" I asked in response to the little "...'Lo?"
that answered the ringing of the telephone.
"Ye-e-ah?... sometimes...," came the hesitant response. "Who's this?"
"My name's Greg. ...And if you think back a couple days, I'm sure
you'll remember me. We almost met...," and I was interrupted by her
talking to someone off the phone....
..'Yeah... yeah! No biggie! ...I'll have 'em done before Mom gets
home. Yeah.... an' my room, too!... ok... OK! _I *promise!*_'...
"Sorry...," she was back, speaking to me, as I heard a door close in the
background. "_Parents!_ ...Anyway, Greg? Do I know you?"
I could only chuckle before continueing with, "...as I was saying,
Suzie, we 'almost' met a couple of days ago. You left me a sweet little
note at the restaurant. 'Dessert'... does that ring a bell?"
There was a longish pause... followed by, "....*Oh!* ...You're... you're
the man that was... that... that... *right in front of me!*...un...
took... took it out... 'n... an'... *squirted all over!*" she blurted
out after a gasp of surprize!
"Unhuh... And you were the one that inspired me... just by being a
gorgeous, horny, angelic, little nymph-girl with your fingers playing in
those tight little panties! I remember that we were both very
excited, having a great time... watching each other 'get-off' like
that!"
"You... It... was so big... sticking out like that! I... I wanted
to... ummmm... you know... un-n...," ...and as her voice shyly trailed
off as I was left with only the sound of her breathing.
"Greg?... you still there, Greg?..."
"I'm here! ...I'm just remembering the exquisite look of the pure,
white, tenderness of your thighs! I can see your fingers pulling
those tight, blue panties aside... and...," there was a long, in-drawn
breath over the phone, "...and those curley whisps of your coppery
pubes... that didn't even hide the steaming wetness of your pretty
pink..."
*"Ooohhh!... Your gettin' me all wet! ...Over the phone!"*
"...little pussy! *It's all swollen and hungry!* I'm naked here,
Suzie, remembering that afternoon. ...And I'm hard as a rock!...
dreaming that it's *my tongue* that's playing, slowly licking up and
down, in your little gushing slit!"
"You're... you're talking to me... *naked!?*"
"Unhuh... you bet! Completely nude, lying on my bed with my balls
hanging between my legs. My fingers are slowly playing up and down
my hot, hard cock as I try to imagine *all of you*... all the wonderful
pinkly swollen parts of you that I watched, as you were hungrily
stroking and stirring... and all the delicious parts of you I couldn't
see."
"Ummmmm...," and the sound of her breathing.
"Tell me, Suzie... Where are your hands? What are you feeling?
What's running through that beautiful, freckled, red-head? ...*I'm soo
hard!*"
"I'm... I've got my hand in my jeans... (giggle)... It's so hot in
there! I'm... unngh... tryin' to get 'em off! ...Ooooh! ...they're
stuck! ...It's hard to get 'em down with one hand... 'cause... 'cause
I'm pretending the phone is... aaaaahhh, that's better! ...*is your
hard cock!* ...I'm sooo wet!"
"I can amost smell you, Suzie! Such a ripe little pussy! Taste
your finger... suck it clean for me! Now, take your top off, too...
and tell me about your firm, round titties... do they have freckles?
I bet your hard little nipples are bright pink! How big are they?...
I'm lying on my back now, Suzie. I'm looking at my little nipples that
are all excitedly peeking out of my chest hair. My abs are all
bunched up at just the thought of you! My dick is staring right back
up at me... dreaming that your lips are hovering right at the tip! *...I
can almost feel the tip of your hot little tongue on it!*"
"Eeeuw, Greg! ...I'm nekkid! An' I'm shakin' an' sittin' on the
living room floor with my knees up! My back's against the couch.
I'm squishin' my tits between my thighs... and yeh, there's freckles!...
an' my hand is reaching around the outside of my legs, spreading my
lips... I'm so hot! I... I... *What?... Oh, Greg!... What are you
doin' to me!?*"
"That's my tongue, Suzie! It's lapping up all that marvelous juice
that's leaking out of your horny little twat! Do you feel it?
I'm sliding it up and down your tender little slot! Open your mouth,
Sweetie! Suck on me while I push my tongue... way up... in ...*deep*
in your *throbbing little honey-hole!*"
The phone was filled with the whining sounds of her panting... and
slurpy sounds as she furiously licked and kissed at the mouthpiece.
"My hand's around it now, Suzie! Remember it? My fingers are
sliding up and down my big, hard dick... and I'm dreaming that it's your
sweet, hot, little pussy sliding on my cock! Up and d-o-wn!
You're such a tight little box! Up and d-o-w-n! I can feel your
horn, gushy snatch grabbing and squeezing my aching dick! Up and
d-o-w-n! *Your pussy feels so Good!*"
"Ohhh! Fuck me... Yes! Do it! *Fu-uck ME!*"
"Put the phone next to your cunt, Suzie! I'm strokin' faster...
deeper... *harder!* Ohhh, girl... I'm-mmm-m... gettin'-n-nn...
C-l-o-s-e! Let me hear all that nasty, slishy-squishy stuff as I ram
my rock-hard, throbbing meat deep in your hot, drooling, little box!"
The phone was suddeny filled with the wet, sloppy, sucking sounds of her
wildly, pussy pummeling fingers... and a background of disjointed,
squealling grunts! I swear, *I could smell the pungency of her
orgasm as she came all over her phone!* ...and a torrent of splooge
ripped from my balls, arcing high in the air, to cascade in gelatinous
splatters onto my chest!
My reverie was broken by the dial-tone in my ear... so, absentmindedly,
panting and languidly half-moving with a silly, satted grin on my face,
I fumbled it onto the cradle ...and it rang!
"'Star 69' Suzie, here... call me again, tomorrow!"
(click)