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The Computer Tutor - (Mf, Mast, 1st, Oral, Con)
by Girl Luvr
*DISCLAIMER*
This is a work of pure fiction involving consensual sex between an
adult and an under age girl as she explores her developing sexuality. This
story should not be read by the overly sensitive, where it's legally or morally
forbidden, or by anyone under the legal age for your country. Any similarity
between real persons or events is purely coincidental and no offense is intended.
You may perhaps find the story a little clinical and long-winded
for your taste. Well I am sorry but I don't like stories where the narrator
has their partner undressed by the end of the first paragraph, having an
orgasm in the third and large doses of passionate sex in every second sentence.
I also detest stories involving forced sex, rape, or violence so don't expect
anything like that.
I should explain that when I write my stories, I have no clear plot.
It starts with a simple idea and develops as it goes along. Sometime my ideas
dry up and I do nothing for months. In this case it was a job I did for a
client which happened exactly as I describe it in Chapter 1. It was this
that prompted me to write the story and this chapter is completely accurate
apart from some minor changes to suit the story. My wife is alive and well,
names have been changed for obvious reasons, the family concerned lives on
the other side of town, and the husband is very much alive and well. The
balance of the story is a figment of my overworked imagination and the events
described have never, nor will ever happen.
Feel free to use the story for your own pleasure, or repost it with
no changes as long as it is complete. You may not use it to benefit yourself
or anyone else financially.
My previous stories were.
STRANGE MEETING.TXT
NEWSPAPER GIRL.TXT
NEW NEIGHBOURS.TXT
Prologue
He sat alone in his workshop staring at the flickering screen of the
computer monitor as it was displaying a short video.
The displayed image was of himself sitting nude on a chair facing the
unseen camera. An attractive equally nude young girl appeared from off screen,
climbed onto his lap and sat with her legs straddling his lap, then reaching
down, lifted his penis upward and closed her legs to hold it in that position.
The effect made it look almost as if it was hers and as she pointed toward
the camera with an huge grin said, "Look, I have a cock now."
He continued to watch the events portrayed for another 10 minutes. Then
for probably the twentieth time in the last few days, he sat looking at the
picture on the screen with a look of indecision on his face. Each time he
had watched it, the same thought crossed his mind, "This is instant jail
if it is ever found on my computer," and on each occasion he had almost clicked
delete, but been unable to bring himself to do so. He hesitated, clicked
on the Start button to run the 10-minute sequence again and as he watched
the screen a pensive look crossed his face. He closed his eyes and his mind
drifted back to how this had started.
Chapter 1: About 6 weeks previously.
My name is Brett Richards and this is the story of my first sexual experience
with a young preteen girl.
I am 60 years old, but have been told that I look as if I was in my late
40's or early 50's. For the past 25 years I have worked as an electronics
technician in my small workshop. Until recently I had been reasonably happily
married but I have been alone now for 2 years as a result of a tragic car
accident that had killed my wife. My children have all grown up and now live
in other cities so I have no close family nearby.
On the memorable day this story started, I was at my workbench with a
smoking soldering iron in my hand when the phone rang. As I picked it up
I recognized the voice as that of Andrea Bradford, a client to whom I had
sold a computer over 3 years previously. She now wanted Email facilities
installed in the computer for use in her small business and perhaps for the
children to use. Although I have seen her from time to time when she purchased
toner for her laser printer, the computer was relatively old and I had not
seen it since I installed it so I suggested that I call to see what type
of modem would fit.
Later that day I drove the short distance to the house and met at the
door by Andrea whom accompanied me through the house to the small room she
used as an office. As we passed the open door to the lounge, I saw 3 children
lying on the floor looking at TV. The last time I had been in the house I
remembered her daughter Joanna had been a bright and cheery girl about 8
or 9 years old and Ryan had been a very hyperactive boy a couple of years
younger, so I wondered who the other girl was.
Andrea saw my glance and as she ushered me into the computer room commented,
"Joanna has her cousin staying over the weekend."
I removed the computer case and found that all internal slots were used
leaving an external Modem as the only option. I replaced the cover and spent
a few minutes working on an estimate of the costs involved, then turned to
talk to Andrea. As I did so I realized that Joanna had walked in and had
climbed up onto a low filing cabinet behind me and was watching what I was
doing with a look of interest on her face.
As I looked at her I became suddenly aware how much she had grown since
I had last seen her. As I stared something passed between us, I have no idea
what, Chemistry, physical attraction, something from a past life, or even
a premonition of what would come, I cannot explain it.
I thought that she was probably about 12 or 13 and perhaps a little tall
for her age. When I had last seen her, she was a plump little girl of about
9, but now she was developing into a very attractive young lady. She had
slightly olive skin, a rather husky voice, shoulder length dark hair, intensely
brilliant almost hypnotic blue eyes, just a hint of developing breasts under
her sweatshirt and was obviously in the early stages of developing into a
young woman. Although she had slimmed down a lot, she still had that slightly
plump puppy-fat look that many prepubescent girls have, a feature that somehow
I had always found very appealing. The effect was enhanced by the fact that
she was now sitting at a height which put her legs almost at the same level
as my head, which meant I could not help getting fleeting glimpses under
her skirt as she moved.
Trying to shake the strange feeling I had, I started talking to Andrea
about what I would do, all the time I struggled not to make it obvious that
I was staring at Joanna. She was chattering away and asking some quite intelligent
questions, and in the end I finished up spending more than an hour there
just talking about the Internet, simply because I was enjoying the closeness
to the daughter. I must confess the tantalizingly brief glimpses of her panties
were attractive but eventually I could delay departure no longer.
A few days later the modem arrived and I made arrangements to call and
finish the job. Andrea was very busy but we decided Friday was the most convenient
time and she suggested two possible times. I chose the later hoping Joanna
would be home from school.
I arrived at about 4:00 p.m and installed the Modem, tested it, setup
the Internet connection and installed the latest release of Internet Explorer,
then showed Andrea how to use the Email facilities and checked that she understood.
All the time Joanna stood alongside the computer and watched with interest.
The feelings that I had with her standing 6 inches away were rather than
strange and something I could not understand.
As I was getting up to leave, Joanna spoke for the first time since I
had arrived and asked a question about finding information. I sat down again
and was soon embroiled in a demonstration of what to do with the browser
and how to use Internet Search Engines. Soon it became apparent that she
had a quick mind and was assimilating information like a sponge, but after
about 40 minutes I reluctantly said that I had to leave, feeling somehow
sad that I wouldn't see Joanna again for a long time.
However, late one afternoon about 10 days later I had a panic phone call
from Andrea who said her young son had deleted the old DOS based accounting
software that she used. About 30 minutes later I was sitting in front of
the computer and within 20 minutes had recovered the complete program and
its data files then setup a basic backup system to help avoid a similar occurrence.
Andrea was much relieved and I was preparing to leave when Joanna arrived
home from school. After disposing of her bag she immediately came into the
room and started asking questions. It took about 20 minutes to answer these
then I had to excuse himself and returned to finish urgent job that I had
abandoned to help my distressed client.
About three days later Andrea and Joanna suddenly arrived at his workshop
door and to my great surprise Joanna handed me a bottle of wine, while Andrea
said, "This is just a small present for saving me a huge amount of work".
When I protested that it wasn't necessary and I was just doing my job,
something she would be charged for, but she replied that she knew that but
wanted to give me this as a special thanks for saving her accounts. I have
to say I was a little stunned and not knowing what else to do, I thanked
them and as they just happened to be sitting on the shelf behind me, I gave
Joanna the last 6 months issues of an Internet magazine to read.
After they left, I returned to my workbench and although I did occasionally
wonder how they were getting on, as far as I was aware that was the end of
the matter.
How little I knew!
Chapter 2: The Fantasy begins.
Perhaps at this point I should explain.
I have always had a liking and affinity for young girls and seem to get
on well with them which is something I had never been able to fully explain.
I had repressed it as much as possible while my wife was alive, but I have
to admit that I had always loved to watch my daughter nude. As far as my
wife would allow, I had always encouraged the family to wear as little as
possible in the house. I personally enjoyed the freedom but it was only in
later years that I admitted to myself that my real reason was so I just loved
to look at her without clothes, and much as I had been tempted, I had never
touched her. All this ended when she started to enter puberty, but in recent
years as I became more aware of my obsession with nude young girls, I had
become rather a connoisseur of their anatomy and hunted pictures on the Internet.
I had never ceased to be amazed that for such a simple thing, just how much
variation there was in that small area between their legs.
I had also enjoyed the odd time I had seen my niece's nude, and over
the many years of doing house calls as part of my job, there had been a number
of times where I have been able to watch young girls playing nude. At times
these even involved quasi-sexual activities and I had always enjoyed these
when they occurred. I still remember vividly the occasion that that had occurred
more than 30 years previously that perhaps triggered my fascination with
young girls.
Before I was married I was working behind a valve Black and White TV
while the lady of the house had gone off to do the washing. She left her
daughter playing with toys just in front of the set and I had taken little
notice of her. I happened to look up to see that she was sitting with her
legs apart and had put her hand inside her panties and was rubbing herself
between the legs. She was quite unconscious of the fact that I was watching
her and seemed to be very deliberate in what she was doing. I could not take
his eyes off the scene and was almost disappointed to hear the mother return.
I had quickly returned to the job I was doing quite shaken at the reaction
I had experienced.
Since then I had always remained a strictly passive onlooker but always
remembered the rare occasions like this with a great deal of pleasure. Regrettably
changes in the type of equipment I serviced meant that I rarely go to clients
homes so even this pleasure was denied to me so for this reason it was almost
with a tinge of anticipation that about 2 weeks later, I had a phone call.
I again recognized Andrea's voice as she said, "Hello Brett. I have a
request."
"Sure, what can I do for you Andrea."
"Joanna has become much more interested in the computer and keeps pestering
me with questions that I cannot answer. I wonder if I could pay for an hour
or so of your time and have you help her and me out."
He replied, "Well I have time on Saturday morning. How about 10:00am.
Can you make that?"
"Thanks Brett. I can leave Ryan with Dad so unless something happens,
we will see you on Saturday."
I hung up the phone then realized that I again had that strange sensation
in my stomach at the thought of seeing Joanna again. I had no idea why she
was causing a reaction like that in me and the more I thought about it, the
more angry I got with myself thinking, 'What the hell is wrong with me, she
is only a 12 year old kid for heavens sake.'
Chapter 3: Arrangements
On Saturday morning there was a knock on the workshop door and as I called
"Come in," Joanna and her mother walked in and before I could say a word,
Andrea said, "I am very sorry Brett. I've had a call to visit a customer
and cannot stay. Would it be O/K if I left Joanna here and picked her up
in about an hour."
I replied, "That's fine by me and I am sure that she will be no trouble
at all."
Andrea excused herself, but before leaving in typical mother fashion,
she admonished Joanna to be good and do what I said.
I got a second chair for Joanna and no sooner had she sat down, she launched
into a series of questions on a variety of subjects. Several times she would
lean forward in front of me to point to something on the screen and quite
innocently place her other hand on my knee to support herself. Her closeness
was quite disconcerting and when she turned and look at me with those amazing
blue eyes, I found it hard to concentrate on what she was saying. I had been
this close to my niece's many times without any reaction and yet with Joanna
my heart was beating and my mouth dry just from being alone with her. Why?
It was just over an hour when her mother returned but the time had gone
by so fast that it only felt like 10 minutes. I almost felt disappointed
when Andrea arrived to collect Joanna and pay for the time. Joanna's first
comment to her mother was, "Its not fair, I didn't have enough time to ask
half the questions that I wanted. Then much to my surprise turned to me and
continued, "can I come back next Saturday?"
"I am sorry Joanna, but you will have to ask your mother that."
"Please can I mum?"
Andrea replied, "I'm sorry Joanna, but I don't think I can afford it
to often."
"But Mum!"
I listened to this interchange and although I didn't have the faintest
thought of anything improper, because of the attraction I just wanted to
have her near so I said, "I have an idea. Saturday morning is not really
my work time. I quite enjoy Joanna's company as it gets quite lonely here
sometimes. How would it be if we do a deal for some of the small goods that
you distribute in exchange for some time each Saturday morning?"
"Hey that's great," said Joanna.
Andrea hesitated, looked at Joanna's begging look, then agreed. We worked
out the details and decided to make it the same time each Saturday morning.
As we lived only a few blocks apart Joanna could bike here and so started
a pattern that continued unchanged for about 6 weeks. During this time Joanna
gradually opened up and seemed to feel more comfortable around me, and with
a bit of gentle prompting she started calling me by my Christian name. Apart
from the computer discussions, she started talking about her home life, school
and friends and I had the distinct impression that she was using me to replace
her missing father. I had no idea where he was, all I know was that he had
never been on the scene in the time I had known the family.
On my part I treated her rather like a granddaughter, and on several
occasions, Andrea rang and asked if she was any trouble. I assured her that
I was enjoying having Joanna around and that it made up for my lack of contact
with my real grandchildren.
Then, on the following week, there was a change.
On the Friday the phone rang and Andrea's voice said, "Hi Brett it's
Andrea. I am sorry but I don't think Joanna will be there to tomorrow."
"I'm sorry to hear that, I hope she is not to ill."
"No she's fine, it is just that I have to go away on business. Ryan is
staying with my dad but he has a tiny flat and the two of them would be cramped,
plus he and Joanna don't get on very well. I have to ring around my friends
to find somewhere for Joanna to stay and she may be to far away to get to
you."
"That's all right Andrea, I understand however I have a suggestion. If
you cannot find anywhere more suitable, I would be more than happy to have
her stay here. I get a bit lonely here on my own sometimes and it is nice
to have visitors."
There was a silence on the phone that was so prolonged that I thought
she had gone, when she said, "Are you quite serious Brett?"
"Yes of course."
"Can you hold on please....."
I heard faint voices on the phone and when she returned, she said, "Joanna
says she would rather stay with you if that is possible."
"Tell her I would really enjoy it, but are you sure you are happy with
the idea?"
"Yes and it would make things so much easier. I have to fly out early
on Friday morning so my father can collect Ryan from school on Friday afternoon
and Joanna will bike to your place when she finishes half an hour later if
that's O/K with you?"
"Not at all, I will really be glad of the company and she can arrive
any time on Friday afternoon."
After some exchange of phone numbers and final instructions, Andrea said
goodbye and hung up leaving me with my heart was pounding in my chest and
my throat so dry I had to hurriedly get a drink of water.
'What the hell have I done?' was all I could think, 'Can I control myself?'
Chapter 4: Friday afternoon.
Friday finally arrived and I struggled to maintain my concentration all
day as my mind kept thinking about the arrival of my visitor. The day seemed
to drag interminably but eventually at about 4:30 Joanna arrived with a cheery
"Hi Brett."
I showed her where to store her bike and only then was I able to really
take note of my attractive young guest. She was wearing a loose white blouse
with the ends brought up and tied around her waist. Below this were a pair
of what looked like bike shorts leaving a 3" bare strip around her midriff.
I was just about to ask what she wanted to do until dinnertime when she asked,
"Can I look up some stuff on the computer."
I wanted to give the impression of nonchalance so I said, "I have an
important job to complete," as I waved in the general direction of the computer
and continued, "so help yourself."
Sitting to one side and surreptitiously watching as she moved, I realized
that the shorts she was wearing were so tight that it made the soft lines
of her body incredibly visible. My eyes traced a line down over the loose
fitting blouse that successfully hid any hint of her upper figure. I was
drawn inevitably to the little visible strip of soft flat tummy and lower
to where she was dressed in tight pale blue bicycle shorts made of a soft
flexible material like Spandex or Lycra. Although barely visible from the
side, perhaps it was my fertile imagination but I am sure I was looking at
an unusually puffy little pubic mound.
With a wrench I dragged my gaze away and tried to concentrate on the
job in front of me while Joanna chattered away about her day, quite unconscious
of the effect she was having on me. She talked all the time, about how good
she was in school, and at sports and in particular swimming which was her
favorite, and about how many badges she was awarded in girl scouts. If it
wasn't for the fact that she had that incredibly soft husky voice with a
wonderful hypnotizing quality, I think I would have told her to shut up.
But I found myself even more irresistibly drawn to her, and despite her young
age I was constantly amazed at her self-confidence.
After about 20 minutes she finished what she wanted to look up and came
and stood behind me and watched what I was doing. I noticed that she had
the delightfully sweet smell that some young girls seem to have and this
made my concentration waver. Fortunately I was only doing the final assembly
so I was able to finish in a few minutes and as my workshop is separate from
the house, I suggested it was time to close and go inside.
As we passed through the Kitchen into the hall, I indicated to the left
and said, "This is the Bathroom and the bedroom you will use is across the
hall. I hope you will be comfortable there. It used to be my daughters and
still has her old TV and Stereo and I have my second computer there as well.
You are welcome to use any of them if you wish."
She opened the door and as she spied the queen sized bed she exclaimed,
"Wow! Look at that bed! I've never slept in a bed that big before. It'll
be fun. Thanks for letting me stay Brett."
"Well when you have unpacked, you can watch TV in here, or in the lounge
or you can come into the Kitchen where I will be getting us something to
eat. Would you like a Pizza? Do you like pepperoni?
"Cool! That's yummy. I love it."
I left her to it and went to the Kitchen to prepare the pizza dough when
a few minutes later she arrived and asked what she could do. I was using
a bread-maker that had just about finished its cycle so between us we had
it made and in the oven cooking in less than 20 minutes.
While we waited for it to cook, we sat in the lounge and watched a wildlife
documentary while I had a beer and Joanna had a couple of cokes. Once the
Pizza was cooked and eaten and we had disposed of the dishes I said, "I want
to watch the news on TV and then a film afterward. You can watch it here
with me, have a bath or shower, watch TV in your bedroom or you can use the
spare computer that you will find under that cover in your bedroom"
"I think I'll have a shower if that's O/K"
"Please Joanna, treat this like your home. You can do whatever you like
and you don't need to ask first."
She smiled and said, "O/K" then left and shortly I heard the shower running.
About 15 minutes she arrived back in the lounge wearing light robe that didn't
quite conceal a very chaste neck to knee pink cotton nightdress and said,
"That was great, I really was a bit sweaty after school. Thanks again for
having me stay Brett. As long as you don't mind I think I will go and surf
the net for a while."
To my great surprise, she lent over and gave me a peck on the cheek,
then left me with the vision of her cute nighty clad bottom leaving the room.
Chapter 5: Friday night
I got engrossed in the film but about half way through, they had a break
for a regular news broadcast so I decided to see if Joanna wanted a hot drink.
She had left the door closed but slightly ajar, and I suppose I should have
knocked, but you tend to get out of the habit when living alone so without
thinking I opened it and walked in.
I don't think she heard me as she had the stereo playing, and the first
thing I noticed was that the screen was displaying a picture of a man with
a very large erect penis. I took a step forward just as she clicked on a
link and the image changed to the same man about to mount a woman from the
rear.
I said, "Hello Joanna, what are you looking at."
Her head jerked around with a look of utter horror on her face and then
snapped back as she frantically tried to close the pages before I could see
them. In her haste all she succeeded in doing was locking the computer up
with one of the more explicate pictures displayed. After unsuccessfully trying
to close this incriminating page, she burst into tears and fled the room
and locked herself in the bathroom.
I shut the computer down then stood outside the bathroom door and for
a few minutes listened to the sobbing from within then I called out, "Please
Joanna, come out and talk. There is nothing wrong in what you did."
"Bu, Bu, but ...... what is Mum going to say?" came the plaintive voice
from the other side of the door.
"Look Joanna, what you do here is our business and there is no way I
am going to say anything to your mother."
After a few minutes of silence there was the sound of the lock turning
and a tear stained face looked around the door saying, "Your not going to
tell her? Promise?"
"Of course not silly. I think a bit of healthy curiosity is a good thing
at your age. Please come out and I will make us both a hot drink and we can
talk about it."
I held out my hand to her and she hesitatingly took it and as we walked
back to the lounge I saw she was wiping her eyes with the back of her hand
so I passed her a tissue. As she sat on the Sofa I said, "You make yourself
comfortable there and I will be back in a minute."
I busied myself making two steaming cups and as I returned the first
thing she said, "Did you really mean it when you said you are not going to
tell mum?"
"Joanna, I like to think that we have become friends. Would you do anything
to destroy the friendship with one of your girlfriends?"
She hesitatingly said, "N, N, No, I suppose not."
"Well, nor would I so please don't worry. Unless you do something dangerous,
whatever you do here is our business and nobody elses."
At this point I was sitting on the couch while Joanna was sitting with
her legs doubled up under her with the steaming cup in her hands and was
still wearing the housecoat. As I finished talking she put down the cup,
threw her arms around my neck and hugging me closely with her head on my
shoulder and said, "Thank you, Thank you."
As I was not in the habit of hugging young girls there was more than
a little hesitation I put one arm around her and I gave her a grandfatherly
pat on the shoulder at the same time saying making inane comment like, "There,
There"
After sitting like this for a few minutes she said, "Mum makes me wear
this housecoat whenever we have visitors but not when it's just the family.
It's a little too warm so would you mind terribly if I took it off?"
"Of course not, wear whatever makes you feel comfortable Joanna."
She stood up and removed it and reached to pick up her cup of chocolate
which by now had cooled enough to drink. She returned the empty cup to the
table, then to surprise moved as close to me as possible and settled with
her back against my chest and her head resting on my shoulder. She took my
arms and pulled them around her tummy seemingly quite content to be hugged,
and while I was certainly aroused by her closeness, I certainly had no intention
of any more than just enjoying her company.
We sat quietly there while I continued to watch the film but occasionally
she moved making my hand slipped downward a little. Each time I had to carefully
put it back around her waist until after the third time I inadvertently placed
it back a little to high and accidentally touched her just forming breast.
She flinched slightly and I almost instantly realized my mistake and jerked
my hand away and glanced down to see if she was upset.
Joanna sat quite still for a about 15 seconds, then without saying a
word gently picked up my hand and moved it back so that it completely covered
her small budding breast. I was more than a little concerned as I was unsure
what was happening here. Even though it was a little uncomfortable to hold
my hand still, I very carefully avoided moving it and sat without saying
a word. We sat like this for a few minutes when Joanna suddenly moved and
with a little wriggle pulled up the hem of her nightdress from where it hung
below her knees up to her waist. Once she had managed this she took my hand
and lifting the hem of her nightdress, placed my hand underneath and onto
the firm low mound beneath.
To say I was shocked was an understatement and as I tried to take my
hand away I said, "Joanna, this isn't right. We shouldn't be doing this."
She turned to look at me with a slightly nervous look on her face, then
with a half smile whispered, "Please rub me there, I like it and it gets
so tender sometimes."
By that stage I could no more have denied her than jump off a cliff so
I gently started to rub the small but beautifully formed mound under my fingers.
Although I could not see it, it felt little more than a small swelling under
my hand. After a few minutes of gentle rubbing and massage, I could feel
her nipples swell and her breathing start to get irregular. By then I was
starting to feel nervous at what I was getting involved in and my stomach
was churning with indecision. Obviously thje sensible decision was to stop
there but my desire to continue made it very difficult. Should I take try
and push her away or let her continue? My good sense got the better of me
so I reluctantly tried to slowly take my hand away.
She sat quite still for a few seconds, then taking my hand she again
moved it back over her breasts saying, "Please keep rubbing it like you were.
It fells so nice when you do it. Ever since my boobies started to grow, they
get tender and so very itchy and rubbing them myself just doesn't feel the
same."
I was still dubious but since it was obvious that she really wanted me
to continue I said, "I think that is what is called growing pains Joanna.
I have 5 or 6 different skin creams and moisturizers in the bathroom cabinet.
If you like to go and choose one I will rub some in for you."
Joanna stood and again gave me a quick peck on the cheek, then left the
room and a few minutes later came back with a tube of cream but this time,
instead of sitting down, she started pulled off her nightdress.
"What are you doing Joanna?"
"I don't want to get cream all over my nightdress so I thought I would
take it off."
As the nightdress was dropped on the floor it revealed a delightful softly
rounded figure just starting to fill out with what would in time be her adult
curves. I could now see that her lovely breasts looked a little larger than
they had felt, and were about the size of half a small grapefruit. She had
small but quite prominent nipples set in the middle of pink aureoles, and
as all she was left wearing were a pair of very chaste little girl type cotton
panties the image created was quite erotic.
This time instead of sitting alongside me, she handed me the tube of
cream then moved my arms and sat on my lap. I was already aroused and I wondered
if she could feel the pressure on her bottom but she gave no indication of
doing so. I squeezed a small amount of cream on my right hand and started
spreading it on her delightful breasts. She lay her head on my neck and soon
I noticed a faint crooning sound from her throat, so I took that as an indication
that she was enjoying it. To support her, I had my left hand around her waist
while my right was dividing its time between her two breasts. Each time my
fingers touched her nipples she gave a little twitch and I was unable to
decide if it was erotic enjoyment or they were just tender, so I gently rolled
the nipples between my thumb and forefinger and said, "Do you like that?"
She almost hissed, "Oh yeeeessss, please keep doing it. That cream makes
it feel soooo nice." and gave her chest a wriggle as if to emphasize what
she was saying.
We sat was like this for about 10 minutes with my left hand resting just
under her breasts and my right very busy at the delightful task of gently
manipulating her nipples. Joanna seemed to enjoy every minute and by now
I was as stiff as a tent pole making me extremely uncomfortable and wet.
I desperately wanted to go further, but this desire was tempered by my knowledge
of the risks involved or even if Joanna would welcome the advances. Finally
I gave in to my desires and as I was gently rubbing her tummy with my left
hand. Gradually I started going lower but there was no sign that she even
noticed it and after a few minutes I was just starting to work my fingers
under the elastic band of her panties.
Suddenly my conscience kicked in, 'What the bloody hell was I doing?
I'm utterly mad getting involved with a girl young enough to be my Granddaughter.
If she ever told anyone I would go to prison,' and a dozen similar thoughts
passed through my head.
I broke into a cold sweat as I realized the path that I had nearly taken.
Perhaps if I stopped she would not freak and tell anyone. As it was now almost
10:30, I grabbed that as the first excuse I could think of.
"Joanna, I am sorry but I have just realized the time. It is getting
late and you my girl, should have been in bed an hour ago."
"But why, I was enjoying myself and I thought that you were as well."
"I'm sorry but you know what your mother said so we cannot go on, and
you need your beauty sleep," and gave her the best smile I could hoping that
it did not look contrived.
With that she reluctantly rose, picked up her clothes and with a disappointed
look said "Good Night Brett"
Once she had gone I ran a shower and frantically masturbated to get rid
of the frustrated feelings that I had.
Chapter 6: Saturday morning.
After a difficult and restless night I finally got to sleep about 1 am.
Even so, I still woke much earlier than normal, so I was up and making breakfast
well before Joanna appeared at the kitchen door still wearing her nightdress.
She gave a cheery "Good Morning," and seemed so bright that for the first
time since I had gone to bed I felt hopeful that she would say nothing to
her mother.
We had breakfast and she chatted away quite happily all the while, then
left to have a shower then pack the few clothes and toilet articles she had
brought. After that she sat watching some teenage pop program on TV.
I was in the middle of washing dishes when the phone went so I called
out, "Would you take that please Joanna."
I heard her snatches of voice faintly for about 3 minutes and could distinguish
phrases like, "He did - I had, we should," then the sound of the phone being
hung up.
"That was mum. She has landed and has to call to her store first then
she will call for me in about 30 minutes she thought."
Even though I realized how close I had come to a disaster, I was feeling
very sad and more than a little upset at the thought of her leaving. About
9:45 her mother arrived and walked in the door carried in a small carton
which she set on the table and said, "You don't know now much I appreciate
you having Joanna to stay Brett. Here are some samples of the goods that
I distribute as a thank you"
I replied, "That wasn't necessary but I do appreciate it. She was no
problem and in fact it was a pleasure having her."
"Well I do have something else that I want to discuss but before I do,
would you mind if I have a word with Joanna in private."
As I said, "Sure, you can use the lounge," and while I tried to seem
cheerful, my overworked brain immediately went into overdrive, 'Oh god -
she has told her - I am dead or I am going to prison.'
A few minutes later they returned and Andrea said, "May I sit down? I
have a proposition for you."
"Give me a minute and I will make some coffee then we can sit in comfort."
I was shaking and managed to cover it up and when prepared, I poured
three cups and once we were sitting at the table and Andrea continued talking.
"I didn't tell you before, but the reason for my trip before, but I had
been asked to a meeting with the marketing manager of my company. They are
losing the agent for the territory next to mine and wanted to know if I would
like to do it as well as mine. At present we are just making ends meet with
the 25 hours a week I spend here, but this addition will give me another
20 hours or more. This means that I will have to be away from home a bit.
At first I thought that I would have to say no, but they have come up with
a package to help pay for two nights a week board for Joanna. My father really
enjoys having Ryan to stay as they have so much in common. However before
I started to look for somewhere for Joanna, I asked her what she thought
if I was to talk to you. She told me that she really enjoyed staying with
you and would really prefer to be with you if you would like to have her.
It would be Thursday and Friday nights almost every week. There may be the
odd extra night but I think they will be few and far between. Joanna could
come here on Thursday after school and she can bike to school on the Friday
morning and I will pick her up when I return mid afternoon on Saturday."
She paused then continued, "How do you feel about that as an idea?"
I replied, "I would love to have her. She is a joy to have around and
it makes a difference and I don't expect you to pay anything apart from something
for food."
Privately I was thinking, 'I could not say no anyway or Andrea would
wonder why. I will just have to be very careful, as I cannot risk offending
or upsetting Joanna.'
We sat for the next 30 minutes sorting out the details and then they
left with Joanna blowing me a kiss when her mother was not watching. The
following day I received an Email from Joanna just to thank me for my kindness
in letting her stay, but there was cryptic post script at the end saying
that her mother had given her a present and she would show me when she saw
me next Thursday.
To my surprise on Wednesday Andrea arrived at my workshop door with a
suitcase and said, "As Joanna is going to be staying on a regular basis,
here are some of her clothes and toilet essentials to save her carrying them
all the way here. I leave on my first sales trip tomorrow quite early and
I will pick her up sometime mid afternoon on Saturday."
I wished her well in her new venture and said goodbye.
Chapter 7 - Thursday afternoon.
It was with no small amount of apprehension that I awaited the arrival
of my young guest on Thursday. About 4:00pm she arrived right on time, and
gave me a bright "Hello" as she grabbed the house keys from the hook on the
wall and I heard her locking her bicycle in the garage then quiet as she
obviously took her school bag inside. After about 10 minutes she appeared
back in the workshop having changed from her school clothes into a pair of
shorts and a blouse. As she arrived back in the workshop she asked, "Hey
Brett, are you using the Net."
"Go ahead. I won't need it again today."
I noted that she had started up my copy of ICQ, changed it to the identity
I had previously created for her, and was soon messaging some of her friends
around the world. This went on for the next hour and she was acting so normal
that I felt quite relieved that she seemed happy with the situation.
When I closed the workshop we both went inside and sat in the lounge
to watch a bit of TV. I drank a couple of beers before preparing the evening
meal and as her mother had already told me that Joanna was allowed one beer
with a meal, she joined me. Joanna assisted me to make a meal for us both,
and after we had done the dishes we discussed what was on TV. As there was
a film that we both liked, Joanna said she was going to have a shower and
get comfortable.
I was sitting on the sofa as Joanna returned and I was secretly pleased
to see she was still wearing the neck to knee housecoat. She sat down next
to me on the sofa, and snuggled into my side and sat for a while as we watched
TV.
She suddenly turned to me and said, "Did you get my Email about the present
that mum bought me?"
"Yes"
"Well I promised that I would show you."
With that stood up and removed her housecoat then stood and pirouetted
so that I couldn't help but notice the outfit she had on. This was a pale
mauve baby doll top that just grazed the top of her thighs. She lifted her
arms and spun around again and this action lifted the hem so I could see
her delightful bottom was clad in a brief frilly pair of matching panties.
It was a change from the long nightdress she usually wore and I was somewhat
surprised that she would want to parade around in front of me in such a revealing
little outfit. I couldn't help but think that was the last thing I needed
to see right then.
With a huge grin she said, "I told mum that I hated the nightdress she
made me wear last week and it was also too warm and that I would love a nicer
one. It took quite a while but eventually she agreed to this as long as I
wore the house coat."
With that she sat down again while lifting my arm up and placing it around
her shoulders and rested her head on my chest. The closeness was making me
quite uncomfortable, as I knew that if she got closer she would feel the
effect she was having on me. I didn't want to just pull away from her and
have her think that I was upset with her. I desperately felt the need to
convince her that I could handle being close to her, so I turned to her and
began. "Joanna, I really think we need to talk and get what happened last
week out in the open."
"Honestly I am quite O/K with it, can't you see that," and with that
she leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips.
I got up and paced back and forth feeling quite agitated as I said, "I
don't understand why you are O/K with it. What I did to you was horribly
wrong. Men my age do not do that to young girls, and I have felt terrible
about it all week. I don't really understand why it happened, and I need
you to know that it won't EVER happen again."
Joanna watched me, and listened to what I said as I rambled on and on.
Half of the time I spoke, I sat on my haunches in front of her and held her
hands and paced back and forth for the rest.
Joanna listened patiently as I rambled, and it wasn't until I finished
that she spoke, "Please Brett, come sit down now. I want to talk to you,"
and motioned me to sit beside her on the sofa.
She took my hands into hers, and looked into my eyes as she spoke with
a maturity that caught me off guard, "What happened last week was my doing
not yours. I really, really like you and you have been a very good friend,
so please don't blame yourself. If it happens again it will be because I
want it, not because you forced me."
I opened my mouth to say something but she put her fingers on my mouth
and said, "Shush, please let me finish. My grandfather and I don't get on,
and my real father left us ages ago, so I have no adult men in my life that
I can talk to. I don't know why but right from the start I have felt far
closer to you that any other man I have ever known. Mum is great but sometimes
I cannot seem to talk to her the way I would like to, but for some reason
I feel as if I can tell you anything and you would understand."
With that she again sat on my lap and I am sure must have been able to
feel my erection, but said nothing, and did exactly what she had done the
previous week. She lifting the hem of her short nightdress and placed my
right had directly on her tiny breast and my left hand on her tummy.
Although she had her back to me she looked around and said, "Please rub
them Brett."
I looked down and realized that the nighty was very thin and loose fitting.
So much so that I could see right down to where my hand was just above her
little mauve panties, and above that I see her budding little breasts with
her tiny pink nipples already erect and swollen from the few minutes I had
been touching them.
I started to rub her tummy and every time my hand came up, it would bring
her nighty with it, until the bottom of her nighty was now just above the
top of her panties. My other hand was rubbing her chest between her little
titties, then around them, under them, and beside them. The whole time Joanna
never tried to cover herself or stop me.
She turned and looked at me and said, "It feels nice when you rub like
that, but let me get more comfortable."
With that she got off my lap and with one graceful movement she slipped
of the shoulder straps of her nightdress, letting it fall to the floor. She
stepped out and did a slow turn as if to let me see every bit of her body.
The panties were quite tight sheer and as there was a lot of lace so they
really did little to conceal much with only the actual crotch being covered
by an internal gusset. She looked gorgeous and what I had thought to be puppy
fat in fact more like muscle, and I realized that she had a quite well developed
chest, which I attributed to her intense interest in competitive swimming
"Do you like these on me Brett?"
"I think they make you look beautiful Joanna, and I don't know why you
don't have hoards of boys your own age falling over themselves to chase you."
As she nestled herself back on my lap she said, "Yuck, I don't like the
boys at school. The ones my age are too silly for words and the ones I like
take no notice of me cos I am too young for them."
Without the nighty impeding movement, I had free rein to play with her
breasts and I could tell she was getting quite affected by the constant rubbing
pressure on her sensitive developing nipples. I finally gave into my desires
and slowly started moving one hand toward the waistband of her panties. She
seemed to suck her tummy in so I gently slid my finger back and forth along
the waistband when she suddenly grabbed my wrist with both hands.
Thinking I had gone to far, I started to pull my hand away but she seemed
to fight against this and as I relaxed, she pushed it down inside her panties.
The instant my finger touched the top of her tiny slit, she moved and opened
her legs wide and she hissed, "Oh God!!!! rub there pl, pl, pleeeeeeese."
As I started tickling her tiny clit, she suddenly stiffened let out a
moan and shuddered for a few seconds then sagged against me. Finally she
moved, opened her eyes and said, "I've rubbed myself down there before I
have never had a feeling like that. What was it?"
"That my dear girl, was an Orgasm."
"Is that what an orgasm is like? There has been a mention of it in Sex
Ed and I get tingles when I rub myself between the legs but nothing like
that has happened before."
She got off my lap and sat on her heels looking at me with a look almost
of hesitancy on her face when she suddenly said, "May I ask you something
Brett."
"Of course"
"Well remember that TV site you caught me watching."
"Yes"
"Well Sex Ed classes have talked about a mans erection, and I suppose
that was what I saw, but doesn't it hurt when it gets all stiff like that?
Is it like getting a stiff arm or something?"
I laughed, "No it isn't, it is actually quite nice but it is very uncomfortable
if confined in your clothes or it left like that with out having an orgasm."
"You mean when you squirt the stuff out?"
I said, "Yes and after that it goes all soft and floppy for a while."
I was finding this discussion was making the pressure on my uncomfortably
erect shaft was becoming intolerable and it ached to be free of the confines
of the shorts that I was wearing when she said, "Please. I would like to
see it. I have seen Ryan but his is tiny."
"I am not sure that is a good idea. It is against the law and I could
get into very big trouble."
"Oh Brett, there is no way I am going to say anything. I like you too
much to ever do that. You say it is uncomfortable so why not take it out."
"I would love to but I still feel this is wrong."
She laughed, "Oh don't be silly," and with that got of the settee and
with a slightly embarrassed look she slowly removed her panties and stood
there in front of me before slowly turning around to show herself off.
I was totally engrossed with the gorgeous sight of her completely hairless
groin so it took me a number of seconds to realize that she had stopped.
She was leaning forward to fumble with my belt and fly as she said, "I have
done it for you, so can I pull your shorts down now please?"
"Mmm . . . yes sweetheart," I could barely utter the words, I was so
intently focused on the vision in front of me and on the sensation of having
this sexy young woman positioned between my legs.
"Lift your bottom," she directed in the sweetest, coyest young voice.
I raised my body as she slid down my shorts and underpants together and
tossed them aside. Her eyes went very wide as she looked at my Dick, then
she looked up at me and giggled, "Gee it's so big and it sure looks funny.
Look at all that hair, I've never seen a man's thingie before, only Ryan's
and a baby cousin's and they are really small. Can I touch it?"
I could hardly speak so I slumped further in the couch and opened my
legs wide while Joanna got down on her knees between them. She was looking
right at my Cock as it was now almost on a level with her face, then she
reached down and put her tiny hand on my shaft and squeezed it. She tried
to wrap her hand around it but couldn't get it all the way around, so she
just squeezed it again then said, "Oooo! It's sort of soft and hard and hot,
all at the same time!"
I soon realized she was treating my genitals like a new toy she had just
discovered. She was lifting it up, down and felling it all over, then said,
"What are these?" as she touched my balls.
"They're my Testicles and they make the semen which is the stuff that
squirts out and makes babies if it meets an egg inside a woman."
"Are they what the other girls call Balls?
"Yes."
"They have told us a little about this in Sex Ed but not very much. There
is such a lot I want to learn and I want you to teach me everything. I want
to know it all. What makes your thing go all stiff?"
"Well when a man gets sexually excited he gets an erection...."
Joanna interrupted, "That's going all stiff like you are now."
"Yes it is. Anyway it gets all stiff and the man sticks it..."
She interjected again, "In the woman's bum."
I laughed, "No Sweetheart, not her bum but very near it. The place where
you pee from is on the edge of a larger hole and that is where the man sticks
his Dick."
She replied, "But in that picture the man looked like he was sticking
it in her bum."
I smiled and said, "It depends on the position they are in. He can put
it in from the front or the back. Anyway, when he moves his Cock in an out
the rubbing action makes him have an orgasm just like you did, and that is
when the semen squirts out."
"But what about the picture where he had it in her mouth and the one
where she had this white stuff on her face."
"Well that is nothing to do with making babies, it is just for fun. You
know how it was when I tickled you and you had an orgasm. Well it is similar
for a man but both partners sometimes find it even nicer to use their mouths
on each other. In other words, instead of tickling that little button that
women have with his finger, the man can use his tongue and lips, and the
woman will lick his Cock like a lollipop.
"You keep calling it different names?"
"Oh sorry. It is really his Penis, but is often called a Cock, Prick,
Dick and a lot of other silly names. They all mean the same thing."
"But what about that white stuff."
"It is usually called cum, but the correct name is semen. Well..."
Joanna interrupted excitedly, "They talked about Semen in Sex Ed. But
what happens if she licks it? Is that what it was all over her face?"
"It probably was cum, but some women like the taste and swallow it."
Joanna said, "Well you are still hard, can you make it squirt so I can
see it happen."
By this stage I was so wound up I would have stuck it in a beehive to
get release so I said, "Well if you really want to, you had better go and
get a dirty towel from the laundry basket to catch it in. It can be real
messy and I don't think you should try and suck it the first time."
She ran off and soon came back with a large towel and handed it to me.
I placed across my lap then showed her how to hold and pump my aching shaft.
As she was standing between my legs pumping my shaft with both hands,
I took the opportunity to start rubbing finger in her slit, moving her tiny
clit to her cunt hole and back and within seconds she was again starting
to groan. I have to say I don't think I had ever met any woman who reached
an orgasm as fast as this sexy little vixen. Although she nearly lost control
several times she still managed to valiantly keep up her stroke. Suddenly
she had another orgasm and almost collapsed, letting go in the process and
to stop her falling, I had to grab and hold her.
When she had recovered, she said, "Oh Brett, that was fantastic and was
almost stronger that the first time, but I am so sorry, I stopped before
you squirted your stuff out. Do you want me to start again."
"Oh God Joanna! Please do."
She took hold and started pumping and this time within minutes, I had
the most intense orgasm I can remember with what must have seemed to be fountains
of cum squirting in the air to Joanna but really was only half a dozen squirts.
"Wow! Look at that stuff fly," Joanna said, "can I taste it?"
"Go ahead if you really want to."
She carefully dipped a finger into some that had landed on her chest
and tentatively put it on her tongue then exclaimed, "Hey! It's quite nice,
can I try and suck your Cock now."
I looked down at my wilting member and said, "You can if you wish but
if you want to make it spurt again, I think you will have to wait a while.
Men and boys are not as lucky as females. You can have orgasm after orgasm
but once a man has ejaculated as it is called, it takes a while to build
up again."
"Well I am glad I am a girl then cos I love the feeling. Oh Brett, I
am so glad you are my friend and that I could come and stay."
"Joanna, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever met and I think
I love you. I am so lucky that you wanted to spend time with me."
She almost threw herself on me and started smothering my face with kisses.
After a few minutes when we came up for air I said, "I have just realized
what the time is. I think we should have a shower and you should go to bed."
"Oh! Do I have to?"
"I am sorry Sweetheart, but you have school tomorrow," then I turned
to face her and taking her hands in mine I said, "Joanna Sweetheart, before
we shower, we need to have a serious talk."
She looked worried and said, "What's wrong, you look so stern."
"Well the first part is easy. I know this is all new and exciting for
you but I want you to promise me to do your best at school. If you school
work drops off, your mother will be suspicious and you may have to stop visiting."
Joanna looked pensive then said, "I can see what you mean and it would
be horrible if that happened. Of course I will."
"The other thing is much more serious. I think I am falling in love with
you and I want you to know that you are the best thing to have come into
my life for years...."
And before I could continue she jumped up and threw her arms around my
neck and kissed me say, "I love you too."
I continued, "and you are probably excited about what we have done."
"Oh yes, its great."
"Well you must never, ever tell anyone no matter how much you want to,
not even your closest friend at school. Some years ago I knew a man who for
years used to baby-sit a friend's two children. When the girl reached about
10, they got very close much like it has for us. Sadly after a couple of
months she accidentally let it slip to her best friend who told her mother.
She told the girls parents and he is in prison now."
"But why if they loved each other? What is wrong with it if they both
want to make love?"
"I don't know Sweetheart, but it is the law and we have to live with
it so you must be very careful."
"Oh Brett, I would never do anything to hurt you. I will be careful because
I want you to be the father I never had."
I replied, "Thank you Joanna. Now lets have a shower and get ready for
bed."
Chapter 8 - Friday Night
I didn't sleep very well, as I was still slightly nervous over the rather
unexpected developments the night before. I knew that Joanna had gone to
bed very happy but who knows how she may feel in the cold light of day. However
I was reassured when a bright and breezy Joanna bounced out the following
morning as if nothing had happened. She was already dressed so busied herself
making some breakfast and within 40 minutes she had finished, done her hair
and with a quick peck on the cheek said goodbye then collected her bike from
the Garden shed and was gone.
My work was very distracted all day, wondering what was happening. Would
Joanna let slip anything to her friends, would she have second thoughts,
how did she feel about what we did?
About 3:45pm the workshop door opened and Joanna slowly walked with a
very worried look on her tear-streaked face and said, "Oh Brett! I am so
very, very sorry. I think you are going to have a big problem."
My heart jumped into my throat and I immediately guessed that she must
have let something slip and all I could think was, 'Oh God, when are the
Police going to arrive?'
I must have looked panicky, but I desperately tried to sound as normal
as possible and said, "Oh Shit Joanna what happened? What do you mean by
a big problem?"
She looked away and putting her head in her hands, I heard a muffled
sound as if she was crying. I listened for a few seconds and although I was
desperate to know what had happened I waited. To my surprise she turned around,
gave huge grin and yelled, "GOTTCHA!" then lifting her skirt to show that
she was not wearing panties and with a huge grin said, "I hope your thingie
is recharged cos this is going to be your problem."
For about 15 seconds I stood utterly stunned until I dawned on me that
she had been teasing. I made a lunge for her and said with mock fury, "You
little minx, you were having me on. You nearly gave me a heart attack and
for that you must be punished."
I grabbed her around the waist and pulling the struggling, giggling girl
across my knees, I lifted her skirt to expose her bare bottom then pretended
give her bottom a number of play smacks. When I let her go she hugged me
while still giggling and said, "I'm sorry Brett, I just could not resist
that. If you could only have seen your face."
Trying to look severe I said, "Hmmmmm! I can guess. You didn't go to
school without any underwear did you?"
"Hell no. With some of the boys that are at school, that would be an
invitation for them to feel me up. I really am sorry, but I just could not
resist teasing so I removed my panties in the garage when I put my bike away."
With that she grabbed me around the neck and gave me a very erotic kiss
than pulling away said, "I am all sweaty from sport so I wanna shower and
then use the computer in the bedroom if that's O/K."
"Sure that's fine. Go ahead, I'll be in soon."
I sat there for a few minutes to let my heart come down from its panic
attack, then turned back to the job in hand. After that welcome, I couldn't
concentrate, so after about 15 minutes I gave up, locked the workshop and
walked inside. Just as I arrived at the back door, I decided I would surprise
her, so I removed my shoes then quietly tiptoed to her bedroom door. As I
peeked around the frame, I saw that Joanna had showered but had not bothered
to dress, as I could see that she was sitting at the computer completely
nude. I think she was on the same web site that I had caught her the night
before as she had her hand in her groin as she clicked from picture to picture.
Just when she seemed most engrossed, I jumped out and yelled, "HOW DARE
YOU LOOK AT DIRTY PICTURES!"
Poor Joanna leapt from the chair with a shriek and turned with her hand
at her throat. When she saw me she visibly sagged.
"Shit you scared me," then she started to laugh almost hysterically,
and when she finally managed to stop, "I suppose I deserve that."
I gave her a hug and said, "I am going to shower as well. You can carry
on here until I finish then we can make dinner." and walked across the hall
to the bathroom.
15 minutes later I returned still nude and when Joanna saw me she smiled,
"I like seeing you like that. Your thingie looks so cute."
"I wish you wouldn't call it a thingie. It is more correctly called a
Penis, but most call it a cock or a dick"
"I like Cock I think. Before we go, can you explain some things about
these pictures."
"O/K, stand up then you can sit on my lap."
As she did so, the sensation of her warm little bottom resting on my
penis was indescribable and almost immediately had the expected effect. She
looked down and as she was sitting with her legs apart as she straddled my
legs, she reached down and lifted my penis upward then closed her legs to
hold it in that position. The effect made it look almost as if it was hers
and as she pointed toward the camera with an huge grin said, "Look, I have
a cock now." We both grinned at the sight then turned back to the computer
and as we looked at the photos she started asking a series of questions such
as ...
"What does that man have a different shaped Penis?" - "Why was he sticking
it up her bum?" - "How many different positions are there?" - "Why does that
woman look so different down there?", and a number of others in a similar
vein.
These questions seemed to go on and on and given our activities the night
before, most were easy to answer. They were mainly about anatomical differences
or about the sex act. Then after about 15 minutes we came to a picture of
a woman using a Vibrator and of course Joanna asked, "What is that pink thing
she is sticking in her hole?"
After some initial hesitation I explained what a vibrator was and what
it was used for and of course she asked if I had one.
I replied, "I'm sorry Sweetheart, I don't have one here because they
are mostly used by women."
With that I hoped that she would forget about it for a while when she
suddenly frowned and said, "You're fibbing me," and getting down from my
lap continued, "Yes you do."
She went to the bedside table, opened the drawer and took a medium sized
white Vibrator from underneath a book.
I was really quite embarrassed at being caught out and protested, "I'm
sorry sweetheart, this was my daughters room and I just didn't know that
she had one there. How did you happen to find it?"
"Well I had been looking for some tissues and there is was. It looked
so much like a man's thing... er cock that I wondered what it was for. I
found the top came off and I could see it was meant to have batteries inside
it, but there were none in it so I didn't know what it did. Can we put some
in and try it? "
I wasn't sure if something as intense as a vibrator is safe for young
girls, so I tried to sidestep the issue by saying, "Let's wait till later
shall we?"
This didn't really work as she said, "Promise me that we will find some
batteries after dinner," and pestered until I finally had to agree.
Once she had her way she turned to me and said, "Seeing all those men
and woman makes me want I want to see how I look down there," and pointing
to her groin continued, "would a mirror work."
"Not terribly well but we could try this," pointing to the Web Cam sitting
on top of the computer. I closed down the Internet connection and all the
open windows and to my surprise noticed a flashing cursor at the bottom.
"Did you click on this?'
"I don't know, perhaps by accident"
"Well the web cam has been recording, lets see what we have."
I selected the controls and started the playback to see an image of us
both when Joanna had first climbed onto my lap. Joanna was fascinated and
laughed when she saw herself as if she had a penis. She wanted to play the
scene where my penis sticking out from between her legs again and again until
she was satisfied.
Only then she asked, "Can you film me now like you said?"
"O/K, let's put these two chairs together and you can lie across them."
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