Filename: BusRide.txt
Title: The Bus Rider
Author: Eliston X. Gaulfre Rewdius@gmail.com
Codes: Mg
Keywords: Cons, Rom, Pett, Extr Pedo, Oral, Anal, 1st
Summary: She might have caught my eye once or twice before, but I was
far too immersed in my own troubles to pay attention to a bedragled
orphan or anyone else around me at the time. Had I been observant
enough I could have acted in a more polite and responsible manner much
sooner, but people-watching wasn't a hobby of mine after my life had
been ripped apart. Hearing her squeal after one of the other bus riders
shoved her away and to the floor between the seats forced me to spring
up and claim a life that needed to be saved. I never would have
believed she might call me 'Daddy' before the week was finished.
Copyright: 2012
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The following is a literary work of adult erotic fiction and is laced
with tremendously immoral and strongly perverse sexual activities
between an adult man and an underage girl. If you are the least
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young female children, then delete this file and be on your way. There
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None of the events described herein ever took place nor were influenced
by the descriptions or deeds by any human being. Everything in this
fantasy was the creation of a single person's mind, where nobody was
touched, fondled, coaxed, or coerced into any sexual situation.
Enjoy this wicked reverie at your own risk, and do not be surprised if
you find yourself aroused.
Eliston X. Gaulfre
Rewdius@gmail.com
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"Hey! Easy, jerk! She's just a little girl, for Pete's sake!"
"Little girl, Hell! She's a tramp and a parasite."
The object of my temporary interest was softly crying to herself as she
lie on the floor in front of and slightly under the forward edge of one
of the dirty bus seats across from the brute who'd shoved her down. In
her bedragled state her face was covered by her two small hands, her
legs were fully exposed from her small feet to her dirty underpants, and
I couldn't help but notice how full her tender features appeared within
the snug confines of her formerly snow white panties. Being her hero
and rescuer might have been my original goal, but the view of her hidden
assets a mere layer away from my eyes encouraged me to do more than help
her off the floor and to her feet.
All I had to do was crouch down on my knees in the aisle between her and
the brute who'd shoved her down and extend my hands toward a frightened
child for her to accept my offer of assistance and reach for me. Her
dirty hair was shifted away from her face to reveal a lovely little
girl, the bottom hem of her tattered dress drawn down her chubby thighs
to provide her with a modicum of decency, and I coaxed her up from her
place on the dirty rubber walkway because I didn't want the cretin to
cause her any more harm. Had I been smart I would have looked around a
bit more to see if anyone might suspect me of foul intentions. My new
young friend was then ushered as far away from a cruel and insensitive
fellow rider as I could get her after I got her to her feet.
I could have punched the asshole in the face for shoving the little girl
to the floor, but that would have put me at a greater risk of getting
tossed into jail for assault. If anyone who saw the jerk push the
little girl down felt the way I did about children not being abused they
might step up and try to help, but apparently I was the only person who
felt courtesy and gentility were considered acceptable public duties.
Rather than lambaste anyone else for not coming to her aide I ushered
her toward the back of the bus and out of harms way where I'd been a few
moments before. In spite of our unfamiliarity the frightened and crying
little waif accepted my help and leaned into me as we walked down the
aisle. Once we'd arrived at the only empty seat, which was over the
engine at the back of the bus along the left side of our ride, I sat
down and she stayed on her feet just in front of me.
We hadn't gotten two bus stops further down the street when a pair of
cops stepped onto the bus and approached the brute who'd potentially
injured a helpless little girl. The three of them had a few words, and
then my nameless and tear-streaked friend was approached by the cops.
The moment she realized the officers were going to ask her lots of harsh
questions my nameless visitor sat down on the seat to my right and tried
to look inconspicuous. It was apparent she wanted little to do with any
people in an official capacity, and I couldn't very well force her to
accept any help, so I just sat next to her, watched, and waited.
She was asked if anyone hurt her, she shook her head, and the cops stood
back as if to survey what they'd heard. Since she wasn't willing to
press charges or at least admit to being the victim of a minor assault
the other rider was allowed to make his way off the bus without further
incident after the police reminded the man he didn't have any right to
push people around on the bus, no matter their size. I would have
accused the cretin of attempted murder, but I've been known to
exaggerate a few times in my life.
Once the cruel rider had stepped down the bus started up, the cops
looked toward my young fellow rider for a while, and they exited at the
next stop. Nobody looked around, everyone appeared more interested in
their own troubles, and my rescuee sat quietly. I was about to start a
conversation with her, but before I had a chance to learn anything about
my petite friend she bounded off the bus at the next stop.
A few people might have seen my galant act of compassion and protection,
but nobody took time out of their day on the noisy and crowded bus to
laud me with any praise for having come to the girl's aide. By the time
I stepped off the bus I was more interested in trying to eat a cheap
dinner than see if the little girl made it home alright.
During my trip home on the same bus route the following day I was
staring out of the window to my left and fixated on a sexy car alongside
the bus mere feet from where I sat. In the middle of my fantasy about
having enough money to enjoy the finer things once more somebody touched
my right elbow. The instant I turned to see the same little girl from
the previous day's ride home she flinched and tried to cover her face.
It was obvious she thought I might try to hit her as the other rider
did, but I was more likely to take a bullet than strike another human
being, especially a child, and more so a little girl.
"I'm not gonna hit you, Honey. I'm sorry I scared you, but you kinda
surprised me a little."
"Sorry, Mister."
We kept looking at each other for the next few seconds, and it was only
the bus lurching to a stop that forced her to reach out to keep from
falling down on the aisle.
"What can I do for you, Honey?"
She had the look of a street urchin, and she did her best to give me the
'hurt puppy dog' look with a down-turned face, the fingers on her free
hand fumbling with an errant tidbit of thread on her dirty sweater, and
a posture of intimidated fear that must have been practiced.
It appeared she'd developed a 'routine' for people on the bus, because
once she'd become absolutely irresistible she barely whispered a
question that was almost impossible to hear.
"Can I have a dollar?"
To most people a dollar bill was barely enough money to buy anything,
but in my funding-reduced condition it was a box of macaroni and cheese,
a can of Vienna sausages, and two bags of ramen noodles. If I caught a
good sale and was able to use store coupons it might even include a
bottle of filtered water. I felt my stomach grumble at the thought of
going hungry for one night, but my eyes beheld a young life who might
have needed that dollar a lot more than I did.
Rather than surrender what little cash I still had in one pocket I opted
for company and curiosity instead.
"Have a seat and tell me why you're asking for a dollar, Honey."
She looked at me as if to decide if she might be in danger, scanned the
area around us for a moment, stared into my face to determine what was
in my soul, and after a few seconds she slid between the seat I was on
and the seat-back in front of me. Rather than climb onto the cushion
beside me the little girl chose to shift her legs between my shins,
place at least one of her small hands onto my thigh a few inches above
my right knee, and then lean forward to whisper something.
"Are you a nice man?"
There were over a hundred ways to answer her query, and I might have
assumed she was refering to what I'd done the previous day by helping
her after the other guy shoved her to the dirty floor of the bus we'd
been riding on, but the best possible answer was an honest one.
"Well ... I won't hit you, or push you down, or treat you mean."
She kept looking into my gaze as if she wasn't convinced, so it was time
to offer her something that she might not have expected.
"Besides ... you're kinda cute, and I like cute little girls."
Her face blossomed as if the sun had burst through the clouds moments
after a thunderstorm. Her cheeks were instantly covered with a deep
crimson blush that made her look sunburned, her free hand brushed a
little of her messy hair away from her face, and she swayed back and
forth a few times.
"You do?"
"Uh huh!"
"You think I'm cute?"
"I think you're *very* cute, Honey."
She turned to her left, faced the inside of my right leg, and put both
of her small hands on my thigh. Her right hand shifted back and forth
along my lower right limb above my knee as if she was nervously fumbling
with anything within reach to deal with having a stranger afford her a
compliment, and with each unintended caress I could feel my cock begin
to throb. Had her right thigh been an inch closer she would have felt
something hard trying to burrow out of my shorts and slacks.
It had been a long time since I'd enjoyed any sort of sexual pleasure,
and with a little girl's touch enough to stir my loins into a blazing
inferno I ached for her to take me away from my troubles and give me a
month's worth of fantasies.
The moment the bus lurched forward and the engine noise nearly fell away
to nothing her body was pushed into the seat-back along her left side.
I wanted to reach out and keep her from being shoved forward, but she
might not feel comfortable with my attempt, so I placed my right hand
over her petite appendages on my thigh and tried to effect the same sort
of gesture, but with a lot less physical contact.
Her smile looked nice, and in order to prove to her that I was a nice
man I offered a little more.
"Oops! Be careful, Honey. I don't want you to fall down or let the
other people on the bus think I don't wanna take care of you."
It was what she did next that pleased me more, because she shifted her
body toward my hips, leaned forward as if she might want to jump over my
leg, extended her gaze beyond the edges of the seats in front of and
behind me, turned her head to her left and right hard, scanned the aisle
to see who might approach her, and after she straightened up she pulled
herself tighter into my right calf. She looked scared for a moment, and
my protective instincts took over.
My knees came apart, some space was provided so she could shift her body
closer, and then I urged her to stand further away from the aisle. All
I had to do was slip my left hand around her back, tug on her body, lean
forward so my mouth was close to her dirty hair, and then whisper into
her right ear for my anonymous young friend to shiver and grin.
"It's okay, Honey. I'll protect you. I won't let anybody hurt you."
She leaned to her right a little, slipped her right hand up my leg, used
her left hand to pull her body tight to the inside of my thigh, and
seemed to want to merge her skin with mine. But it was what she uttered
next that almost melted me into the dirty seat.
"Are you gonna be my hero?"
I hadn't been anybody's hero for quite a while, at least prior to the
day before when I came to her assistance, and the thought of assuming
that kind of responsibility was both thrilling and frightening.
"Well ... I would if you'd let me, but I don't wanna make you think I
was being mean if I wanted you to stay close to me so I could protect
you a whole bunch."
What I hadn't anticipated was where my left hand would be after she'd
gotten more comfortable, but I didn't mind one little bit.
The warmth of her pert little butt could be felt through the thin fabric
of her tattered dress, and with a mere whisper of a caress I could sense
the leg elastic of her panties along her left side of her bum. The
fullness of her round fanny was a luxury that I hadn't considered
possible after my life had been destroyed by foolish dreams and greedy
friends, and with a slow shift of my digits I cupped a bit more of her
backside than would be considered appropriate in polite society.
When she turned her head just enough so our eyes could meet I knew my
actions behind her must have been considered inappropriate, so I shifted
my left hand around her hip, gave her a timid hug, and waited for her to
either scream or try to clamber from between my legs.
Instead of acting in a protective manner she grinned, cupped her left
hand over her mouth, and giggled. What she said next behind her small
appendage proved I was going to enjoy the brief ride on the bus.
"That tickles. Do you like to tickle little girls on their butts?"
Her eyes seemed to beg for a friend ... even if he was a gentle naughty
man who might enjoy the softness of her tender young skin beneath her
dirty clothes.
My face was shifted toward the side of her head, my mouth close to her
small ear, and I whispered just enough to keep her attention without
inviting any public scrutiny. I ached to tell her I wanted to slip my
hand up under her dress and down inside her panties, but I needed to
exercise a bit more restraint. Subtlety wasn't something I'd been known
for, but being vague was.
"I *love* to tickle little girls, but I don't wanna scare them, so I
don't do it a whole lot anymore. Do you know any little girls who like
to be tickled and aren't scared?"
Rather than answer or look me in the eyes she looked down to where her
fingers were tugging on the fabric of my slacks near my right knee and
shrugged. She looked even cuter than before, so I continued with a line
of conversation that was sure to work my way into her troubled heart.
"I haven't seen any pretty little girls who might like for me to tickle
them on the bus. If I found one I wouldn't want her to be scared if we
played really nice before we had to get off, so we might not be able to
have fun for a *very* long time."
After the words left my mouth I remembered why so many people accused me
of being a manipulative bastard. Maybe that's why I was dealing with
having to rebuild my life for a second time.
Her expression changed in an instant as if I'd let some air out of a
human-sized balloon of a little girl, and her smile vanished. Her next
whispered comment seemed to show her desire to have a friend as much as
I needed one, and she pulled along the outside of my right thigh as if
to keep possession of me.
"I'm not scared. You can tickle me if you wanna."
To make certain we both understood each other and that she wouldn't be
angry for the way I 'tickled' her I placed my left hand along her lower
back just above where I imagined the elastic of her panties was around
her waist and whispered again.
"But you might be angry with me if I tickled you in a special way that
feels really good and is super private. I like to tickle little girls
in a whole bunch of places, but you gotta tell me if I try to give you
too many special tickles."
Her eyes seemed to drill right down into my soul as she pondered what I
said and looked into my gaze for only a moment. There was a wealth of
innocense behind her stare, and I could see her attempting to determine
something that her young mind hadn't considered before or her hormones
hadn't developed enough to afford her more than a fleeting glimpse of
pleasure.
"Do you really like to tickle little girls a whole bunch?"
"Uh huh."
"Can you tickle me and make me feel good?"
"If you want me to, but we have to be careful on the bus, 'cause there's
a whole bunch of people who might be mean and tell us not to play like
that none."
She turned her head away from my face, scanned the area along the aisle
as if she didn't want any witnesses, seemed to know who might offer
something that wasn't supportive, and then whispered as she leaned even
harder into my body.
"If we do stuff all secret and nobody can see ... can you give me just
a tiny tickle for a minute?"
The best offense might not have been a strong defense, and I considered
jumping to my feet before the cops found out what I was thinking about
doing to the dirty little waif. But she was eager for a friend, had an
expression on her face that screamed she wanted me to be that friend,
and I had to know she wouldn't consider my actions crude or frightening.
Acting in a playful manner I whispered into her small curl and tried to
exhibit a manner that would encourage more.
"I don't know. Sometimes my tickle fingers like to do things that are
kinda exciting and scary. They need to be reminded every once in a
while to be nice and not tickle in the wrong places on a little girl's
body."
To afford her a foretaste of what I might hunger to do with an innocent
little girl in the privacy of my one-room apartment I drew a line along
her waist outside her dress where the panty elastic of her underwear was
cutting into her body and wiggled the tip of my digit a few times.
"See? My tickle finger likes to go all *sorts* of places, huh?"
"Tee-hee."
She cupped her mouth, giggled, and kept looking at the people around us
as if to provide the necessary protection to keep me out of jail. To
give her a quick thrill and to appreciate the tender softness of such a
lovely sprite I shifted my hand a little lower, wiggled a finger or two
into the tight cleft of her behind, tried to make my actions appear as
playful rather than crude, and then stopped before she got scared.
"You better be careful, young lady. My tickle finger likes to go all
over the place just to see a little girl giggle a whole bunch. You
better tell my tickle finger to behave if he goes into any special
secret places."
With a few more downward explorations I felt the delicious split of her
fanny and both of her full cheeks, but I didn't travel too far down her
body. Rather than frighten her it seemed to make her happy.
"Tee-hee. That tickles. I like it."
That was just the sort of invitation I needed to move our game along, so
I slipped my fingers around her fanny, cupped her left cheek, and then
gave her a slow building squeeze that hid none of my lust.
It wasn't long enough to be considered molestation, but was certainly
short enough to be thought of as fondling, so I removed my hand, shifted
my left middle finger to her waist around her left side above the
elastic of her panties, and wiggled as if I was genuinely trying to
tickle her.
She flinched for a moment, pushed her body tight to mine, but never gave
me any indication that she found my touch the least bit uncomfortable or
crude. That was proved after I drew my hand away from her body and set
my hand on my left thigh behind her.
She looked into my eyes with a look of sadness and then whispered again.
"Can I have more tickles, please?"
"Are you sure, Honey? My tickle finger sometimes does silly things and
tries to go places that some little girls might think are scary. I
don't want you to be scared of me 'cause I wanna be your friend and
maybe even your hero, so I have to make sure my tickle finger behaves."
Before she had a chance to fully comprehend what I was insinuating I
drew my left hand between our bodies along my belly, made it appear as
if my hand had come alive, and 'walked' it in an animated fashion toward
and then away from my right thigh over my tummy. My right hand acted as
if it needed to restrain a wild animal and gripped my left hand and
especially my left middle finger.
A brief wrestling match between my right and left hands ensued along my
stomach and against her right hip, and my young friend giggled and
seemed to enjoy the show.
"Tee-hee-hee-hee!"
To extend our play a little more my right hand gripped my left wrist,
squeezed, and then shook my left hand as if my right were trying to
subdue the attacker. In the process of throwing my left hand around the
little girl's body was tickled and caressed a few times, and she seemed
to want to be in the way more than grant my hands all the room they
needed to conduct their wordless and weaponless battle.
After no more than a feeble struggle my left was able to break free of
its bonds, gripped my right wrist, left my young visitor with the
impression that a fight was being raged, and all motion stopped after a
few moments. After the fray my right hand stumbled away from my
animated left hand to mimic being injured, lay palm up on the seat
cushion as if it was completely powerless, and my left scurried away
with fingers dancing back over my body until it landed behind my young
friend on my left thigh.
Rather than take her stronger friend away I made certain to press into
her behind just enough so she knew where my appendage was. But her game
needed to be prolonged, so instead of cupping her fanny again I shifted
my hand further away from her and around the outside of my left thigh to
see what she might do.
She twisted in place to look behind her for a moment, saw my left hand
hiding around the outside of my leg, and then turned around to face the
aisle along my right. To make the game more complete the digits on my
right hand flinched and quivered a few times as if they were spasming in
an unconscious state, and my little playmate seemed to want to act in a
maternal manner.
"Ohhhhh! This guy is hurt a little bit! Can I help him?"
"Uh huh. Why don't you pick him up, hold him tight so he can be warm,
and then you can hug him like a little baby until he's all better?"
"He won't be scared if I hold him tight and keep him protected?"
"Not at all. Your new friend likes to have a hero just as much as you
do, so you might need to help him too."
Her smile lit the area in front of me as if the sun had just filled the
aisle with its warmth and radiance. She might have wanted to share her
thoughts, but I needed to coax my hand closer to her body.
"Be sure to hold him close to your heart inside your sweater so he can
be all super warm and feel like you love him like a little baby."
She used both hands to lift my hand off the cushion, cradled it, and
then tucked my appendage to her chest under her tattered sweater. The
moment I felt her early breast development and sensed the rigid bump of
her erect nipple I made sure to twitch my digits as if her 'friend' was
still in an unconscious state.
While clutching my hand to her body under her outer garment and leaning
to her right she whispered again.
"Can I protect my friend and make sure he's okay?"
"Sure, Honey. You can hold him as long as you want to."
While she was cradling my right hand and holding it to her left breast
I began to shift my right middle around ever so slightly until I was
able to strum her nipple firm enough for her to notice. Her reaction
wasn't what I expected.
"Is he hungry?"
"Pardon?"
"Can I pretend to feed him like he was my baby? He might be hungry."
"Sure. Just let him look around for a minute so he can find what he's
looking for so he can pretend to be your baby."
"Can I undo my dress so he can suck on my titty for real?"
It wasn't the kind of reaction and request I'd planned on, and in spite
of my strong desire to accept such a wondrous prize I knew better than
to allow my cock and balls to do the thinking my brain was supposed to
be doing.
What was that saying ... God gave man only enough blood for just *one*
head to use?
Rather than be tempted into jail on public transportation I reconsidered
my options and realized it would be better to groom the darling child to
be my playmate in much more private locations.
"Not on the bus, Honey. If you and me can be all alone so nobody can
see, then you can undo your dress and even take it off if you wanna be
more comfortable. Then you can feed your friend like a little baby as
long as you want to until he's all better and strong again."
Since she'd accepted my touching and fondling her titty outside her
outfit I began a slow exploration of her developing boobie and learned
everything I could as quickly as possible, but I did so as gently as a
little girl might anticipate a loving playmate would play.
Her nipple was firm and erect, and her plump pad of baby fat proved she
was much more fully developed than most of the skinny girls I'd known in
my past. With people getting on and off the bus around us I tenderly
stroked and caressed her left nipple as if it was considered okay to
stimulate a little girl like that on a bus ride with stops far too
frequent to accomplish very much.
To make sure she didn't discover my plans right away I slipped my thumb
closer, tweaked her nipple a few times, rolled it around softly enough
not to hurt but firmly enough so she'd notice, and then whispered.
"Is this what he's supposed to suck on so you can feed him like a baby?"
She shuddered, blushed, and then nodded. But rather than clamp her arms
over my hand as if she was scared or at least embarrassed she kept my
hand cradled in her limbs as if to protect a baby. She then smiled and
whispered back to me.
"That tingles. It feels nice."
"It doesn't tickle too much?"
She shook her head twice hard enough to make her slightly dirty hair
dance and most likely to make certain I knew she didn't mind. With that
much permission I fondled her little breast and toyed with her nipple as
if she'd granted me full and complete access to her entire body.
The effect I was having on her might have been more than I'd realized,
because she leaned even harder to her right and whispered into my left
ear again.
"Mister?"
"Yeah?"
"Can I feed my friend for just a tiny minute, please? He seems awful
hungry right now."
"Are you sure, Honey? Somebody might see you feeding your baby, and
they might be angry."
"I'll keep him all covered up and protect him while he's sucking on my
titty, okay? Please, Mister?"
Her insistence and the opportunity to touch a little girl after so many
years was just too much, so I scanned the area around us, saw noody who
might seem interested in her safety, and then whispered back.
"Okay. Just be careful and make sure nobody can see."
She kept looking at the few people around us along the back of the bus,
and while she monitored everyones' movements she reached to the middle
of her chest and undid two buttons of her dress. Rather than undo her
outfit completely she just made enough room for my hand to slip inside,
and I was glad she was smart enough to keep her antics hidden.
My heart was hammering in my chest when she slipped my hand within the
opening of her unfastened frock and then made sure to cover our
movements with her sweater.
The moment I felt her developing titty and erect nipple I shuddered and
she sighed. It appeared she was having as much fun as I was, because
she smiled, looked around a few times, and even rocked back and forth as
if to calm her baby to sleep.
There was nothing innocent about my actions, and my fingers stole every
tender caress and lurid fondle they could. For a little girl her breast
was surprisingly full and her development certain to afford her quite a
few male admirers after she'd grown enough to have to wear a bra.
I tweaked her nipple, rolled her titty around, strummed her early form,
and teased my young friend by flicking her nipple back and forth. She
shuddered, blushed, and then looked into my eyes with what I knew was
going to be an uncomfortable question, so I spoke before she could.
"Is this what he's supposed to suck on ... right here?"
Her nipple was rolled a few times, and then I pushed the tip of my
middle finger onto her titty. Just as I'd hoped she nodded a little bit
and grinned. Rather than feeling fear she seemed to understand that my
digit was just exploring her to become familiar with her body and locate
where her pseudo-baby and intimate friend was supposed to suckle.
To leave her with the impression that her 'baby' was feeding I held the
tip of my digit against her nipple and then moved it back and forth and
around in circles as if it was nursing. She sighed again and seemed to
accept my movements as an infant suckling.
That's when I knew to extend my influence on her before she had to jump
down off the bus and leave me alone again.
My left hand was placed along my body near her right hip so she could
notice where my appendage was. She smiled, looked to her right for a
moment, back up as if to keep anyone from finding out what was going on,
and then giggled.
"Tee-hee."
That was my cue to shift my left hand to her back, caress her body along
the indentation where her panty elastic was distorting her soft skin
under her dress, and then rub a few times. She then whispered what was
sure to be a request for more fun.
"Is my other friend gonna try to tickle me some more?"
She seemed far more gullible, tolerant, and accepting than most little
girls her age, but since she was a street urchin and had been begging
for money she might also be far more anxious for company and affection
than most her age.
In order to make her time with me more enjoyable, if not profitable, I
knew how I was going to answer.
"Uh huh. But remember ... since your other friend is sucking on your
titty he can't help you if my tickle finger starts doing some silly
things. Don't forget that my other hand and curious finger might want
to go into lots of private places, and pretty soon the friend you're
protecting might need to help keep my tickle finger from going
everywhere."
She then proved her need to have a friend, even if that friend had less
than polite intentions for her developing body.
"It's okay. I know my tickle friend ain't gonna be mean like that bad
man yesterday."
That was my cue to test her.
"Just remember that sometimes my tickle finger might be a tiny bit
naughty, so you need to tell me if he scares you."
I felt very nervous trying to find such a young playmate for my darker
purposes, but she seemed amenable, in need, and anxious for fun.
"Tee-hee! Kay."
My left middle finger wiggled around just enough to make her flinch from
the pleasant stimulation, but not move enough so anyone else might grow
suspicious and come to her aide. Since she was permitting so much and
didn't seem the least offended about my right hand fondling and rolling
her left titty around and playing with her erect nipple I decided to
test her once more.
My left hand cupped her fanny along her left cheek, did the same to her
right cheek, and then a single digit was urged along her tight cleft.
In a matter of moments I was half way under her bum and nervous she
might only react after I'd gone too far. It was imperative I see just
how permissive she was, even if my lurid deed was going to be committed
only one time. In a sing-song voice I whispered into her right ear and
hoped she was innocent enough to allow what I had planned.
"You better be care-ful! My tickle finger is gonna go exploring."
"Tee-hee."
She giggled, leaned against me a little harder, but didn't shift her
hands away from where she was holding my right hand to her chest inside
her dress.
I wiggled my left middle digit between her cheeks again and offered my
last warning.
"It looks like my tickle finger wants to be a naughty boy, so you better
not open your legs or he'll start exploring your private places."
Just as I'd hoped and as most innocent little girls often do when
they've got the attention of a new friend, rather than act in a
protective manner and keep her legs together she shifted her feet apart
and offered what naughty playmates like me craved on a daily basis.
It wasn't necessary for me to offer any more words of warning, but to
make sure she knew I was just playing I whispered to her as my left
middle finger began to trace a line along her tight cleft and further
under her body.
"My goodness! What a naughty tickle finger, huh? He just wants to go
anywhere in the whole world just to give you lots of tickles, doesn't
he?"
"Tee-hee. I like it. It makes me feel all tingly."
"Well, just remember ... don't let him go under your dress, or he's
gonna wanna tickle your panties too, and I'll bet that would be super
scary, wouldn't it?"
"Tee-hee."
She giggled, shrugged, but didn't seem the least offended about a man's
finger drifting under her clothes. The limit of her permissiveness
might be proved when she drew her right hand behind her, and I was sure
she was about to stop my left hand and digit from exploring her further,
but to my amazement she actually tugged her frock up a few inches and
completely exposed her panties to my touch. The best reaction was to
acknowledge what she was offering to me and sound surprised.
"Oh my goodness! You're such a big girl to let my tickle finger see
your panties like that. Are you sure you want my tickle finger to touch
your panties a whole bunch? It might go places that are super private
and give you lots and lots of very special tickles that you'd like a
whole bunch."
"Tee-hee."
She giggled and shrugged again, but she didn't seem to be bothered at
all after I placed my hand against her pantied pert little butt and gave
her a few firm squeezes. To my amazement she sighed, leaned her head
against my chest, and then whispered.
"That feels good. I like the way you touch me."
Her fanny was cupped, my left middle digit wiggled against her tight
cleft, my right middle finger and thumb tweaked her nipple, and all the
other appendages on both hands ready to claim more. In order to calm
her nerves and provide for a supportive environment I pulled her into my
chest and whispered in a low and parental manner.
"I'm glad, Honey, because little girls are only supposed to be touched
all super gentle and with lots of respect."
She nodded into my body and seemed to lose herself in the moment as if
we'd instantly become lovers.
There was no need for me to delay what I wanted and she'd permit, but
there was still the lingering doubt I had about just how far she'd let
me explore her, so with a slow wiggling middle finger I teased down
between her cheeks outside her panties and under her body. Rather than
feel ashamed or react as if she was revolted by my lewd activities she
giggled again and opened her legs even wider.
"Tee-hee."
"My goodness, what a naughty tickle finger! It just wants to go *any*
where, doesn't it?"
"Tee-hee."
She nodded, giggled again, but didn't appear the least bit upset. That
was my invitation to slip just a bit further and claim what I hadn't
touched in quite a few years.
The softness of her plump nether lips nearly made my heart stop, and I
revelled in the pliability of such tender slivers of Heaven. I was able
to strum her plump underneath about three times before she clamped her
legs together and kept my finger from moving. That's when I knew I'd
pushed her too far and might be in *lots* of trouble.
I looked up, scanned the area, and knew I'd need to lunge for the
nearest door on the bus and bolt for my freedom. But rather than scream
or even cry she whispered.
"Mister"
"Uh huh?"
"I'm sorry."
"Sorry? Why are you sorry, Honey?"
"My panties are a tiny bit dirty. I hope you're not mad at me."
When I tried to withdraw my digit and pulled against the grip her legs
had on my finger she whimpered at me.
"Nnnnnn!"
"I can make my tickle finger leave you alone if you want me to, Honey."
"Noooo! I like it ... it's just ... "
"What, Honey?"
"I don't want you to think I'm a dirty girl 'cause my panties aren't all
clean like they should be."
In a move that was sure to get me thrown into jail I pushed my hand a
bit harder between her legs, urged her chubby thighs apart, and actually
forced my way under her butt far enough to cup the whole of her vulva
with my fingers.
"I'm sorry, Honey. I guess your privates are kinda sensitive and you
don't want no tickle fingers to touch you down here, huh?"
I slowly massaged her pussy, toyed with her ample labia majora still
tucked safely inside her supposedly dirty panties, and hoped my mental
tactic would work in my favor.
She shrugged, waited a few seconds, blushed, grinned, and then nodded.
In what I'd hoped would be the right words I whispered while I traced a
series of lines back and forth along her tight cleft.
"You mean ... you're not upset my tickle finger wants to go exploring
even inside your panties ... down here?"
There was no mistaking what I was doing as my longest digit wiggled
firmly enough between her tender labia where her vagina was. To my
amazement and relief she shook her head twice fast enough for her dirty
hair to dance for a moment, and then she leaned against me and shifted
her feet further apart. That was my chance to touch and even see what
I hadn't in quite a while.
"Let me see if your panties are dirty like you said, Honey. Would you
let me do that, please?"
She nodded, shuddered, and then looked into my eyes with what I could
only describe as embarrassment and shame.
With the motion of the bus able to hide what I was doing I shifted my
hand to the waistband elastic of her panties and then drew them down and
away from her body. She might have resisted for a moment, but once I'd
uncovered her fanny she seemed to know what to do. She leaned over my
right thigh a little bit and appeared to grant me all the room I needed
to assess any damage.
Rather than inspect her underwear I ogled her pert little ass.
I felt my whole body awash with lust the instant I beheld such an
exquisite parcel of Heaven, and to my astonishment my young anonymous
friend splayed her legs a bit further and leaned a bit harder over my
right thigh as if to invite a more intimate inspection. I wanted to,
but I recognized the sound of the driver's voice when he called out the
next exit. There were only three more stops before I'd have to make my
way off the bus, and my little friend might only then realize she'd
missed her own.
Her panties were worked back into place, I pulled her dress back down,
and I urged her into an upright posture. To keep up my lurid antics my
right hand was still tucked inside her dress and rolling her left nipple
around while my left hand was cupping her lovely little butt under her
dirty frock.
"Your panties might be a tiny bit dirty, Honey, and I wish I could help
you and wash them all nice and clean, but you'd probably be a little bit
scared of me if I took all your clothes off so I could clean them."
"Nuh uh!"
"And your mommy might be mad at me for taking your clothes off, too.
She'd be mad at me, wouldn't she?"
The moment she looked down her body she dropped her hands to her tummy
and then to my thighs. When she fumbled with her fingers over my right
leg and she shrugged her shoulders I felt a wave of sadness fill me.
Even though I had no business involving myself in her life I had to know
something.
"Wouldn't your mommy be mad at me, Honey?"
She shrugged, waited a few seconds, and then whispered while her bottom
lip was stuck out and quivering.
"She didn't come home a little while ago, and I'm all by myself."
The first thing I did at that revelation was withdraw my right hand from
inside her dress, my left from underneath and against her panties, and
wrap my arms around her small body and offer a hug. She seemed to need
a hug more than wandering digits, because she twisted in place so we
were facing each other, I felt her suck back a sob, she leaned forward
into my body, and she shifted her arms as far around my neck as she
could reach. I then heard words that I'd craved in every fantasy I
might have dreamed.
"Can you take me to your house, Mister, please?"
Yes, I was going to accede to her demands, or requirements, but I still
had enough blood left in my brain to make certain I wouldn't go to jail
the moment someone found out I had a new roommate.
"Don't you have anybody, Honey? Won't somebody miss you?"
"No. I ain't got nobody."
"Where do you live?"
"Mostly in a secret place that nobody knows."
"Do you have stuff like a dolly, and clothes, and things like that?"
She shook her head and seemed to illustrate the appearance of a lost
child in a world of apathetic adults. That's when I knew what I was
gonna do, in spite of my lack of experience, and lack of disposable
funds.
I tucked my mouth close to her right ear and whispered.
"When was the last time you had a nice meal and a hot bath?"
All she did was shrug.
"What do you eat when you get some money?"
"Mostly stuff from this Chinese food place close to where I hide."
"You go inside to buy food?"
"NO! I leave some money in this secret hiding place next to the back
door, and when I walk by the next time there's a small thing of food."
The first thing that came to mind was the scrapings from a few half
finished meals, and the image didn't sit well in my stomach. The next
thing I considered was food that might have been left over from a day or
two before, and the idea that the child might get sick from tainted food
made me mad. Even though my life had been ruined by people who thought
of me as greedy and self-interested I still had a gentle heart for a
little girl with a troubled life. It might not have been a smart thing
for me to consider offering, and I certainly didn't have the kind of
money necessary to make a little girl happy for very long, but I felt I
had to do something for her.
"You won't have to do that anymore, Honey. After we get you all cleaned
up you and me are gonna go inside to eat like real people."
She pulled back, stared at me with bugged out eyes, and appeared to be
absolutely horrified.
"You ... you're gonna help me, Mister?"
"I sure am!"
Her smile lifted my soul to heights I'd never imagined.
The moment was broken when she heard the bus driver announce her stop.
"Twenty nineth and Parker."
She looked around twice and appeared to want to bolt out of my grasp, so
I pulled my hands away from her body and waited for my last chance at
Heaven on Earth to disappear forever.
"I gotta go see if they have food for me, Mister."
She might have wanted to keep her activities a secret, but I needed her
more than she might have desired my company.
"Do you want me to come with you? We can go home to my place after
that."
She smiled, brushed away a few hairs from her face, and then nodded.
Since her sweater was enough to keep the small opening along the front
seam of her dress covered I shifted her out from between my legs and
rose to my feet. It hurt to straighten up with my cock throbbing in my
pants, but once the bus stopped we'd only have a few seconds to get to
and through the side door near the back.
Nobody even looked at us when we made our way off the bus, and I was
pleased my antics inside and under her dress hadn't been noticed.
As if we'd been friends for years she held my hand and walked beside me
down the sidewalk perpendicular from the bus stop along the street until
we came to the first alley. The moment she stopped and began to scan
the area I surmised I knew why she was trying to be inconspicuous. She
wasn't doing a very good job, but then little girls aren't known for
being the best secret agents on the planet.
I also scanned the area and saw only two people near the bus stop who
might have taken notice. Neither of them stared or hung around any
longer than a few seconds, stepped up onto the bus, and were gone a
moment later. I wasn't the least concerned about her tugging on my hand
and urging me along the alley after that.
Just as she'd mentioned she found a white polystyrene container in a
large paper bag, and without examining its contents claimed her prize
and began to tug on my hand to lead me away from her secret supply of
food. I wondered how long she'd had to beg for food like that, or what
she might have had to do to convince the restaurant staff she was worthy
of their generosity. The fact that she tucked a few dollar bills under
a rock as she walked by their back door proved their offer of her food
wasn't altogether completely free.
We returned to the bus stop, waited for our coach to arrive, and before
I had a chance to ask her any more questions or slip my hands into any
of her private places the next bus drove up. I showed the driver my
monthly discount pass, and he did his best to ignore the little urchin
holding my hand and tugging me toward the back of the bus. In a matter
of a few steps, and while our ride began to head toward the next stop,
we made our way as far back as we could. We wouldn't be sitting for
very long, but I had no desire to draw anyone else's attention near the
front of our coach.
My young friend kept a tight hold of her prize and seemed to know to
keep her acquisition under her control lest someone try to take it away
from her. In order to keep her from thinking I might steal her food I
ignored how she held the bag and paid no attention to what was in her
possession. I was hungry, and the food smelled quite good, but I was
more hungry for her body than what was inside the bag and expanded
polystyrene container.
There were only two more stops where I'd need to exit, and before I was
able to act on any need to molest her my young friend tugged on my arm
to ask me a question. I leaned down to her, whispered, and waited.
"What, Honey?"
"Are you gonna give me some more tickles, please?"
I smiled, turned so my mouth was closer to her face, gave her a little
kiss, and then replied.
"When we get to my place and after you have a nice bath I'll give you as
many tickles as you want."
Her head went back, she stared into my eyes, and she seemed mystified
with my willingness to afford her such unselfish pleasure.
While she was looking into my gaze I saw a smile begin to form until the
whole of her face was glowing with joy. A moment later she tugged on my
arm to coax my ear close to her mouth again.
"Can you give me just a tiny bit of tickles right now?"
Rather than her being embarrassed with such a direct question it was me
blushing half a second later. If I waited long enough the bus would
return to its normal speed and we'd arrive at my stop, because if I had
*too* much time I'd push at least one of my hands under her dress and
fondle her long enough to get caught. The perfect way to keep from
being thrown into jail was to delay what we both wanted, so a question
seemed the perfect means to make her wait.
"Where would you like for me to give you some tickles, Honey?"
She smiled, blushed, lowered her eyes from mine, and then shrugged.
"Well ... in order for me to make you happy I need to know where you
want me to give you lots of tickles. Will you tell me where you want me
to give you lots of tickles after we get to my place?"
With the paper bag on my right thigh in front of her, her left hand
clutching one portion of her prize, and her right hand fumbling with the
bottom hem of her dress near her right knee, she nodded twice only hard
enough for me to see.
She might have wanted me to take the initiative and just slip my hands
into two very lovely places, but I wasn't going to ruin a good thing
before I had a chance to enjoy it. My young playmate was just about to
say something when the bus driver announced we'd arrived at my stop.
"Twenty nineth and Prentiss."
"That's my stop, Honey. Do you still wanna come home with me?"
She immediately twisted her head toward mine and had the most pitiful
expression on her face I'd seen in a long time. Had a photographer been
anywhere in the area they could have sold that image to one of those
child welfare organizations as a means to talk people out of their
money. The words she uttered hid none of her loneliness or enthusiasm.
"Please, can I go home with you, Mister?"
With a light caress of her bum and a smile wide enough for people four
rows around to see I knew my luck was changing.
"Sure, Honey. Come on."
The moment the bus stopped we rose and made our way to the door near the
back of the bus.
By that time it had gotten just dark enough for people outside the bus
not to see any significant details of anyone walking by on the sidewalk,
so with my place just a few blocks away from the bus stop, and with an
anxious little girl holding my left hand, I walked just fast enough to
get us there as soon as I could, but not so fast she couldn't keep up.
We arrived much later than I'd wanted to, but soon enough that she
wasn't impatient with the short distance.
The moment the lock, latch, and bolt were secured I turned around to see
my little friend looking up at me with a smile on her face. It seemed
strange that she'd be so happy sequestered behind my closed and locked
apartment door, because she knew nothing about me or what I might be
capable of. The fact that I was far more gentle than most men my age
would afford my nameless visitor all the safety she'd need to cherish
the time we spent together and then look forward to our next meeting.
My body was brought closer to hers, my knees came to the floor, and my
arms were offered to see if she'd be just as eager for a hug as she was
on the bus. Her bag was dropped, she lunged forward, threw her arms
around my neck, and practically merged her skin with mine. It felt so
good to hold an innocent little girl tight to my body like that, and
with a snug embrace I heard her whimper into my left ear.
"Nnnnnn!"
In order for her to grow comfortable with my hands on her body all the
time and so she'd welcome my touch I knew to offer verbal consideration
of her comfort.
"Am I hugging you too tight, Honey?"
"Nuh uh! Hold me!"
With nobody around to interrupt what I was doing and my actions to be
judged by my timid visitor I held her to my body, swayed back and forth
in a series of slow shifts side-to-side, and afforded my petite guest as
much affection as I could without removing any of her clothes.
That subject came up a lot sooner than I anticipated.
"Mister?"
"You can call me Mister Brent, Honey."
She leaned back a little bit, I allowed her to stand back about two
feet, and I smiled as she giggled.
"Tee-hee ... Mister Brent?"
"Yes, Honey?"
"Are you really gonna clean my dirty panties for me?"
"Uh huh ... and I'm gonna give you a nice hot bath with lots of bubbles
and shampoo and soap, too."
"You got bubble bath?"
"Uh huh! And it makes a *super* lots of bubbles if I put a bunch in."
"Kew-wull! I ain't had a nice bubble bath in a *long* time."
"Well ... depending on what time you wanna eat you can take all your
clothes off first and then play in the bubbles as long as you want to
after that. I'll wash your panties and dress when you're in the tub,
but when you get out you're gonna have to wait until your dress and
panties get dry before you put them back on. Are you gonna be scared of
being naked with me after your bath?"
"Nuh uh. I like you ... Mister Brent. You're my friend ... and my
hero, too."
"I'm glad, Honey. I wanna be your friend for a long time so I can take
care of you, and I can be your hero too so I can protect you from any
more bad men."
She'd so completely accepted my acts as a welcome change from whatever
kind of life she had to live that I knew to push her again in yet
another example of coercion and manipulation.
"Are you gonna want to be by yourself after your bath when you don't
have any clothes on, or would you like for me to hold you some more like
before even though you're gonna be naked?"
Before she answered she reduced the distance between us half a foot.
"Can you hold me lots, Mister Brent?"
It was obvious she was far more hungry for affection than she should
have been and far less concerned for her own safety and modesty, because
a more evil and sexually wicked man could do horrible things to such an
impressionable and permissive child. I might look at and touch her, but
I'd be sure to treat her as tenderly as I could so she'd be willing to
come back for more and so I'd be able to walk the streets for the next
twenty years to life.
"Sure, Angel. I'll hold you as much as you want."
She stepped forward another inch or two, and in a whisper and while
looking down to the floor did her best to be irresistable.
"Mister Brent?"
"Yes, Honey?"
"Are you really gonna wash my hair and give me a bath and stuff?"
"If you want me to ... yes, but ... are you gonna be scared of me
looking at and touching you after you get all undressed and play in the
tub with me right there?"
"NO!!! I want you to be with me 'cause I don't wanna be alone no more,
and ... and ... "
"And what, Honey?"
" ... and I want my tickle friend and my other hurt friend to come
play with me."
"Which other friend, Angel?"
"The one that needs to suck on my titty so he can get better."
"You're gonna let your hurt friend suck on your titty a whole bunch,
even when you're in the tub?"
"Uh huh."
"And ... you're not gonna be scared or nothing if your tickle friend
wants to go exploring and tickle you in lots of special places?"
"Nuh uh!!! I *like* to get tickles ... mostly the special kind."
"You're sure, Angel? My tickle finger is gonna try to go into lots of
very special and private places if you let him come play with you when
you're naked and in the tub."
"Please, Mister Brent? I wanna have some nice friends that want to play
with me from now on. I'm lonely."
"Okay ... I guess you can let your friends come be with you so we can do
lots of special things and have lots of fun like you want."
"Mister Brent?"
"Uh huh?"
"Can we eat my food in a hurry so you can give me a bath really soon?"
"I think I'd like that."
"Mister Brent?"
"Yes?"
"Will you get in the tub with me? That way we can go play together for
a long time, okay?"
"You want me to get in the tub with you, Angel?"
"Please, Mister Brent? I ain't had nobody to play with me for like a
long time."
"What about your mommy, Sugar? Didn't she play with you in the tub?"
She looked down to her feet, fumbled with her small fingers in front of
her hips, pushed her bottom lip out into a lovely pout, shook her head,
and then mumbled her response.
"No. My Mommy told me all the time to hurry up and take a bath. She
didn't wanna play with me none after I wasn't a baby girl."
"Awwwww ... I'm sorry, Sweetie. If you were *my* little girl I'd want
to play with you in the tub every time you needed to take a bath."
Her face was lifted in a quick lurch, her eyes were wide with either
fear or surprise, and she looked at me as if I had even more wonderful
things to offer her. The way she spoke after my offer left me with no
doubt that she was far more vulnerable than I could have imagined, and
she could most likely be coerced into doing just about anything.
"Reeeee-leeeeee??? Even ... even every day?"
"Uh huh! But ... we couldn't tell anyone that we liked to play games in
the tub, or that you like your tickle friend to do lots of fun things on
different parts of your body, especially the private places, and we'd
need to keep all the stuff we do all super secret."
What she said next proved she was a bit more street-wise than I could
have imagined.
"Is that 'cause you're gonna do lots of naughty things to me?"
Rather than answer her in a direct manner I knew to respond in a way
that might seem much more believable.
"No, Angel. I'm not gonna do anything that you don't like."
My answer wasn't quite honest nor was it complete, but at least I
offered her something that she could feel better about since I wouldn't
hurt her while I was doing naughty things to her chubby little body.
But she again proved she was a lot brighter than I imagined and proved
that she wasn't completely gullible when she asked her next query.
"Then ... why do we gotta keep stuff secret?"
"Because other people might think I wanted to hurt you or do naughty
things to you that you didn't like. If I was a bad man and did things
as much as I wanted to, even if all I wanted to do was give you lots of
tickles, or tingles, or nice buzzy feelings that make you feel better
than anything in the whole world, people might think I was hurting you."
"Tingle and buzzy feelings?"
"Uh huh."
"So ... you're not really a bad man, Mister Brent?"
"No, Sugar. And to prove it remember when I was telling you about your
tickle friend on the bus and to watch out 'cause sometimes he likes to
go places that might scare a little baby girl?"
"I'm not a baby girl, Mister Brent. I'm a *big* girl now."
"You sure are, Sugar, but do you remember what I said?"
She looked down for a moment as if in shame, peeked into my eyes with a
down-turned face, tried to look pitiful, and then shook her head.
"I warned you that my tickle finger sometimes wants to be a naughty boy,
and you better not let him go up under your dress or between your legs,
or he'll start exploring your panties and even your private places
*inside* your panties. Remember when I said that?"
Rather than be alarmed she smiled, swayed side-to-side to look precious,
nodded, and then leaned closer toward me. Just as she stepped the last
few inches nearer to my body my right and left hands cupped her hips and
gave her a little squeeze as if to signal a hug was imminent. Instead
of holding her in place and keep her from moving I let her continue to
swing back and forth like a small human pendulum and brushed the palms
of my hands across as much of her body as I could without being obvious.
While my young, chubby, and nameless visitor was shifting back and forth
in my light grasp she nodded, smiled wider, and proved she must have
enjoyed a little randy touching by a gentle pervert by placing her small
right hand on my shoulder, used her left one to tug the bottom hem of
her dress along her waist up far enough for me to see the crotch of her
panties, and then shifted her feet about twelve inches apart. We both
seemed to understand on an unconscious level that my tickle finger was
going to be exploring some tender territory, and she was just as hungry
to be touched and tickled as I was to do it. But instead of me taking
the initiative I wanted her to ask me to begin fondling her. I didn't
have to wait very long to see that she wasn't going to mind some naughty
touches by a loving pedophile.
"Mister Brent?"
I leaned forward and practically breathed my words into her smile.
"Yeehhhhh-ssss?"
"Tee-hee."
She giggled, leaned even closer, tugged her dress higher above the
waistband elastic of her panties over her pooching little tummy, and
with her right hand caressed my left hand along her right hip she spoke
again. Her hint was obvious, but I was more interested in having her
tell me what she wanted or where she wished my hand to go.
"Can my tickle friend play with me for just a tiny minute before we
gotta eat and then get in the tub?"
I pulled her closer to my body with my right hand under her dress and
around her pert fanny, afforded her a slow-building squeeze around her
full cheeks, gave her a little kiss on the lips, and then whispered
after she pulled the fabric of her dress high enough for my left hand to
finally touch her bare skin and a little of her panties near her waist
along her right hip under her dress.
"Remember what I said before, Angel. My tickle finger likes to be very
naughty every once in a while, and if you're not careful he might try to
give you some special tickles on your panties and maybe even *in* your
panties if he gets carried away. You don't want him to do that, do
you?"
For her to return my kiss and then nod while looking down her body told
me all I needed to know about my lonely and love-hungry little playmate.
I probably could have stripped her naked, laid her to the floor, and
done anything I wanted to her for as long as I wished, but I needed to
show her unusual kindness, gentleness, and a measure of restraint. She
might have allowed me to do whatever I secretly needed to, but in order
to build our relationship into one that would last more than one night
I knew to treat my new playmate to fun first.
Instead of descending into a den of sex I chose to slip my left hand
around her body a little, caressed her back along her spine, shifted my
hand back to her right hip just above her waistband panty elastic, and
then began to apply an animated series of wiggles and tickles to her
bare skin below her ribs.
She was giggling, laughing, and squealing in less than two seconds, and
for the next minute I held her in place and lovingly tortured her.
"Tee-hee-hee!!! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! TICKLES!!! Hee-hee-hee!"
Her tittering was so infectious that I found myself chuckling along with
her as she danced in place and didn't try very hard to resist what I was
offering. To prove just how much she needed my kind of attention she
tugged my hand into her body and wordlessly asked me to keep up her play
rather than push my appendate away and seek relief.
It didn't take long before both of my hands were up under her dress over
her soft skin and affording my nameless visitor all the happiness I
could provide. When one hand and set of fingers was genuinely tickling
her the other one was exploring her chubby body and learning as much as
I could about her. I was even able to cup and fondle her petite breast
development over and over again without her growing the least offended.
To change her amusement I gripped her hips, twisted her to her left,
shifted both hands to her panties in front and back where her legs met
her full petite body, and kept wiggling them as if keeping them still
might hurt. But rather than be alarmed and push my hands away or try to
retreat she splayed her thighs a little bit, laughed harder, held my
wrists in place so I could tickle her longer, and she danced in place as
if she needed to feel everything joyous as quickly and as fully as she
could.
Both her full fanny and plump nether lips were tickled over and over
again outside her panties, and when she cocked her knees out a bit more
than she had in the past I went in with both sets of fingertips and
tickled under her body until she was practically screaming in rapturous
bliss. It was enough for the moment, so after I'd explored her outside
her panties for a minute or two I gripped her hips, turned her in place,
and then pulled her tight to my body with both of my hands up under her
dress.
With my left hand cupping and massaging her bum and my right hand up
inside her frock and rubbing her chest in a series of wide circles she
did her best to wrap her short arms around my neck and pant into my left
ear while I touched and fondled her. She most likely wanted me to keep
tickling her, but she must have needed to be hugged more than anything
else in her small, dark, and lonely world.
My right hand seemed to afford her more than just lewd caresses, because
after she calmed down she pulled back a little bit, looked down her
chest, tugged the front seams of her frock apart where the two buttons
had been undone, and peeked inside her dress at my fingers as they
strummed her left titty.
"That feels nice, Mister Brent."
"I'm glad, Angel. It's supposed to feel nice when I touch you."
"Is my hurt friend from before gonna wanna suck on my titty so he can
get all strong?"
"After we give you a nice bubble-bath he'll try to suck on your titties.
Since he doesn't know how to do it really good yet he might need to ask
me to help him learn how, but you gotta help him and me, okay?"
She looked into my eyes for a moment, smiled, then placed both of her
hands around my neck as she looked at my mouth and whispered into my
face.
"Kay. I can teach you how, Mister Brent."
"Good girl."
My tips of my right digits kept up a slow gentle movement over and
around her erect nipple and plump baby-fat-filled titty while my left
hand shifted around and under her bum between her legs. I probably
should have waited until later, but I was just too anxious to wait.
That's when she offered something that I was thrilled with.
"Mister Brent?"
"Uh huh?"
"Are you mad at me 'cause I got dirty panties?"
"No, Angel."
"You want me to take them off now?"
"Sure, Honey. Since your panties are a tiny bit dirty why don't you go
ahead and take all your clothes off first, and then I'll heat our food
so we can eat, okay?"
"Kay, but ... "
"But what, Angel?"
"After I take my dirty panties off and my dress too will you ... "
"It's okay, Sugar. Go ahead and ask me. I won't be angry."
" ... will you hold me some more for a little while? I need lots of
hugs, and since my Mommy didn't come back I don't get none."
"Sure, Angel. You go ahead and take all your clothes off, and then I'll
hold you nice and tight for a little while just so you can feel good."
"Thanks Mister Brent."
"You're welcome, Angel."
A moment later she shifted the paper bag with her meal further away, and
without any hesitation began to strip for me right where she was. I
couldn't help but ogle her as she peeled each item of her clothes off
until her garments were in an empty heap to her right and she was
standing naked in front of me.
She was an image of perfection to me, chubby, short, with lovely little
titties that were starting to show early development, nipples that were
bright pink and erect with blood, surrounded by quarter sized puffy
patches of circular sweetness that were a little lighter in shade than
her stiff nubbins, full thighs that must have felt like silk against a
lucky man's cheeks, and a plump vulva that was a perfect inverted and
abundant fleshy triangle.
I wanted to plunge my face between her legs and give her loads of
tickles and then hours of pleasure right away, but we'd both feel better
if our tummies were full and she was cleaner.
Moments after her last article of clothing had fallen to the floor with
the others she leaned forward as if she wasn't sure if she'd be allowed
to stand so close to me before her bath. Her reluctance was obvious,
but mine wasn't. Fractions of a second after she was naked and began to
shift toward me I encircled her chubby body with both hands, pulled her
tight to my chest, drew her face over my left shoulder, cupped her fanny
with my left hand, slipped my right between us and over her left titty,
and then began a slow squeeze that forced a little whimper from her.
"Mmmmmmmm!"
There had always been something special about holding a naked little
girl tight to my body, and the younger ones always needed to be held
much more than the more aware and older ones. My newest naked visitor
was in the former category, and as soon as she was in my grasp and tight
to my body her small hands and silken arms went around my neck and
almost squeezed hard enough to choke me. What a way to die.
For almost two minutes she stood completely naked and motionless in
front of me as I swept both hands over and around her bare form. Her
full bum was a toy to be enjoyed and yet preserved, each plump and
jelly-like handful of rubbery warm softness cupped, massaged, and then
caressed. Her left nipple seemed to crave being flicked and have lots
of little circles drawn around it, because each time I stroked her
nubbin and traced an invisible ring around her erect bump she'd quiver
or shiver, take a soft shallow breath, and then squeeze my neck a little
harder.
Her body hid none of the pleasure I was affording her, because her
areola acted as a kind of hyper-sensory amplifier each time I drew yet
another indiscernible orbit around it. There wasn't a lot to her puffy
little tits yet, but being a little girl what development she *did* have
was far more than most others I'd seen. That made it easier for me to
keep touching and toying with her little titty and nipple. My unknown
guest just stood there whimpering, breathing heavier, and seemed eager
for everything I had to offer.
The time seemed right, she appeared completely willing, and her left
nipple was stiff enough to accept my lips and tongue, so I held her body
so her left ear was close to my mouth and I whispered.
"Can you teach me how a baby sucks on her mommy's titty?"
" uh huh "
My head came back, she stepped away about six inches, and with nearly no
thought and absolutely no awareness of what her permissiveness might
encourage she began to flick and tug on her left nipple with both sets
of small digits.
While looking at what her hands and fingers were doing she whispered
just loud enough for both of us to hear her excitement.
"My titty is starting to feel like it needs a baby, Mister Brent."
"Really? How can you tell?"
"Cuz when I tickle my titty bump just right I can feel all sorts of neat
buzzing all the way inside my tummy."
"Is it a good buzzing, Angel?"
" uh huh "
Her eyes were half-closed, her mouth open a little bit, her tongue
wiggled as if trying to imitate or mimic what a baby's lingual tool
might be doing, and she leaned ever so slightly into my face. That was
my cue to lead her down yet another path that would grant me hours of
fun with her tender body and still leave her unharmed.
"What am I supposed to do?"
She whimpered, took in a series of shallow breaths, and then looked down
at her own left nipple as she barely breathed her words to me.
"You gotta put your lips on my titty and then lick my titty bump really
slow for like a long time. Then ... after the good tingle feelings are
better you need to suck on it like it was a candy sucker."
"You want me to do that right now, Angel?"
" uh huh "
Her body was held with both of my hands against her ribs, I watched her
face for a few seconds to be sure she wouldn't be terrified the moment
my lips met her skin, and then I brought us together.
Just as she detailed I placed my lips to her plump preteen development,
resisted my need to lave her erect bump with wild abandon, and tendered
her small breast with a series of slow and constant wide licks.
The feel of her puffy titty and firm nipple were like a celebration in
hedonistic rapture for me, and all I was doing was applying light and
slow lapping movements with my lips sealed around our union. The soft
mewls and moans coming from her throat proved she liked the way I was
pretending to be her baby, and her fleshy bump seemed far more hungry
for constant lingual attention than any woman I'd ever known.
The moment I felt one of her small hands around the back of my head as
she pressed her chest into my mouth I knew she was having a better time
than I was, so it was time to venture onto the second phase of what
she'd asked me to do.
Little more than a second after I sucked on her small titty and flailed
at her nipple with fast up and down flicks using the tip of my tongue
she sucked in a deep lungful of air and nearly broke my neck when she
tugged my face into her chest. Her grunt and shiver proved that even a
little girl could feel tremendous sexual pleasure from the right kind of
adult partner.
Since she was allowing me to feast on her little breast and was holding
me with what seemed an unbreakable headlock I knew she most likely
wouldn't notice anything else. While her whimpers filled the area of my
apartment entrance and her focus was locked onto my face as I suckled
and teased at her small development my right and left hands ventured to
her pert fanny and began a slow exploration that might afford me preteen
gold. She never once seemed to take notice, and shifted her feet apart
when I wiggled both index and middle fingers further between her full
thighs right under her bum.
The distance to Heaven could have been measured with medical research
equipment, and with her panting and pushing into my face I urged the
tips of two curious digits forward and under. The sensation of her fat
nether lips filled me with far more pleasure than I could have dreamed,
and I nearly moaned into her left titty, but that might have broken her
concentration and I resisted.
My mind must have been suffused with more than the reality around me,
because I wasn't paying attention to her reactions to what I was doing
between her thighs closely enough. The instant I felt a little wetness
between her fat nether lips she clamped her thighs tight around my
wandering fingers, let out a brief yelp of surprise, and pushed against
my face to signal my suckling was finished.
"Eeeeek!!!"
That was my cue to act in the most supportive and apologetic manner I
could, because I'd obviously either scared her or made her think I was
'being naughty'.
"I'm sorry, Sweetie. Maybe I shouldn't be trying to check your tender
underneath before I give you a nice bath, huh?"
She pulled back a little bit, looked down between us as if she was a
little ashamed or embarrassed, shrugged, and then mumbled words that I'd
craved for more years than I could have been alive.
"It's okay. I was just a tiny bit scared 'cause my peepee is a little
bit dirty. I don't want you to be mad at me, Mister Brent, 'cause I
ain't had a bath is a little while. I like getting tickles on my peepee
and bummy, and I'll let you do it as much as you wanna after you and me
get in the tub and get all clean, but ... I don't want you to be mad at
me 'cause I'm all dirty."
"Ohhhh ... you poor little angel. I guess I shouldn't let my tickle
finger go exploring so much, huh? He's such a naughty boy for trying to
go places that might scare you and make you think I was a naughty man."
Just as the last few words left my lips I removed my left hand from
between her legs and soft behind, drew it around her body to her right
hip, dropped my right hand from her body, pushed it down between us,
gripped my left hand with the ferocity of a crocodile wrestler in a
Cajun swamp, and let the two animated appendages have a quick wrestling
match. To add to her sense of fun I began to make some supportive
fighting noises as if each hand and set of fingers were alive, and my
young and naked visitor was so thrilled she watched my extremities
scuffle and try for a better position near her titties. She even pushed
her bare body against my hands as they wiggled and jostled about, her
right nipple the frequent attraction for my left middle 'tickle' finger.
"Tee-hee-hee-hee!"
She seemed to truly enjoy the game being conducted between our bodies
and against her bare chest, and each time one hand seemed to gain a
better posture over the other one and signal an end to the fight my
anxious and love-hungry little naked playmate would wiggle either one or
both sets of her chubby fingers into the fray. Since her emotional
well-being and happiness were more important than the feeling in my
knees as they were being pushed into the floor or the sensation of my
toes forced into an uncomfortable ninety degree bend inside my shoes I'd
extend her visual entertainment a little longer.
The game could have gone on for hours, but the pain in my legs and feet
was finally too much. The only way to get some relief was to change
where I was from a kneeling posture to anything more comfortable such as
on my butt or back.
"Hey!!!"
To make it appear as if I was nothing more than a bystander and observer
like her I let out a brief yelp when my left hand was pulled free of
its temporary prison from my right and 'ran' away down my body, to the
floor, and under her empty clothes. In doing so I fell to my left and
tried to look helpless as my left arm was extended as far as I could get
it away from my body.
Instead of taking immediate action she just stood over me where she'd
been for a few minutes, looked down at me on the floor, and must have
needed to be told it was okay for us to resume our play at my new level.
In order to encourage her to join me my right hand 'walked' across the
floor between my body and her feet, 'looked' around using my longest
digit, and seemed puzzled about the mysterious loss of its foe. I even
extended my right middle finger and 'sniffed' the floor and open air as
if it could discern where my tickle finger and hand were.
The moment she giggled and began to sway back and forth in place I knew
she liked the game I was playing. And yet, she just stood there and
looked down to the floor at my right hand as it moved in an ever widened
search for its opponent. To bring her into the game my right longest
finger sniffed at the floor near her naked toes, looked up as if to
notice her, and then my hand was shifted closer to her right foot.
"Tee-hee-hee!"
Her reaction was to giggle, cup her hands over her tummy without
blocking the view of her delicious body, and then shift her right foot
closer to her empty clothes to her side. My right middle finger sniffed
again, looked up just as it did before, and then moved the same distance
toward her right foot as it had been shifted away. By the time her foot
was almost touching her unfilled clothes I thought she was just trying
to keep my right hand from touching her foot, but rather than move
backward and out of reach she wiggled her toes forward and then told me
how the game was supposed to proceed in a whispered suggestion.
"My tickle friend is hiding under my dress and panties, Mister Finger.
If you wanna find him you gotta go where my toes are."
My right middle finger was tilted upward as if to ascertain where the
voice was coming from, wiggled around toward the clothes, then her toes,
and then back up again. She was the perfect innocent playmate, because
while my digit had her attention her luscious thighs and plump twat had
mine.
As I'd hoped she couldn't stand for my hand to be unable to find its
adversary, so she kept her right foot where it was, squat down in front
of me until her plump fanny was nearly pressed to the floor, splayed her
thighs and cocked her knees almost all the way apart, and showed me an
image of beauty that needed a little soap and water and then a little
medicinal salve to afford her some relief from irritation.
But rather than coax me into an exploration of her tender charms she
kept her hands on her knees, leaned down, and whispered to the animated
representation of her friend as it searched for her tickle buddy.
"If you look inside my panties you'll find him. Go look for him, now."
She was so absorbed in our game that she'd disregarded me as an adult
and was immersed in an imaginary world where my hands were two playmates
that kept her fascination. With her left hand extended to the outside
of my right one she pushed against my appendage and urged it closer to
the dirty clothes over my left. When she felt some resistance to her
encouragement she pushed again and tried to offer some gentle support.
"It's okay, little friend. You don't need to be scared to go under
there. Just be strong and brave, and before you know it you'll find my
tickle friend so you can protect me for a tiny minute and be my hero."
My right longest finger wiggled toward her face, shifted up and down as
if to acknowledge her claim, and then took a few tentative steps in the
direction of its foe. There was a look in my young guest's eyes that
hinted at a prolonged game and a need in my body that drove me to a
slightly different destination, so after a few inadequate searches I
made it appear as if my right hand was afraid to go any further by doing
my best at trembling. That didn't work, so it was another quickly
devised plan that I needed to put into play.
In a quick lunge away from her frock and underpants my right hand and
her 'titty buddy' hid under her bum, behind her right foot, and began to
tremble. Her reaction was as predictable as any loving mother for a
scared child, and she reached between her splayed legs, drew her fingers
around my hand as it shook and tried to hide, and then offered a few
comforting words in a high-pitched and maternal tone.
"Awwwwww ... don't be scared, Mister Finger! Here! Let me hold you for
a minute so you won't be afraid."
In her desire to make one of her animated friends feel better she lifted
my right hand to her tummy, drew it tight to her silken belly, and then
cupped it to her bare skin as she rocked back and forth ever so slowly.
The expression on her face was somber, the look in her eyes sad, and the
way she held my hand evidence that she felt compassion for something or
someone who might be just as scared as she'd been on the bus.
But it was where she held my hand that urged me to have less appropriate
thoughts, because after she swayed in place a few times I could feel the
inside of both of her full thighs against my forearm, and all it took
were a few wiggling gestures for my fingers to curl up a little bit and
then be repositioned so I might be able to take in the fullness of her
ample mons veneris if I could move just right.
She must have believed her friend needed to be hugged by her legs,
because instead of moving my hand away she sat back on her bum, shifted
her feet out from under her body, sat wide-legged in front of me, pulled
my hand tight to her pussy, and then drew her legs together to fully
encompass it.
"There you go little friend. You stay there in your hiding place for
just a minute until you're not scared. I'll protect you until you feel
all better."
To make the game and her friend's actions seem more real I did my best
to cause my right hand to shake and shiver between her legs. But
instead of sensing apprehension and fear she must have thought I wanted
to extend our play to include my right hand taking on the antics that my
left one had initiated.
"That's funny! Now my other friend wants to tickle my privates."
It was a better plan than I had, so I took her lead, uncurled and then
shifted my middle finger down her pussy, and then wiggled the tip of my
digit between her plump labia majora.
"Tee-Hee!!! Now I got *two* tickle friends!"
Her giggle was the perfect hint for me to give her some more genuine
pleasure and fun, so I began to wiggle all of the fingers on my right
hand against her plump nether charms and was rewarded with a bright
squeal and lots of laughter.
"Eeeek! Tee-hee-hee-hee!!!"
In a strange twist of fate I'd been able to encourage a little girl into
my apartment, get her to strip herself naked, coax her to invite lots of
wonderfully wicked touches, and nearly beg to be the focus of lots of
lewd attention and lurid affection. She was too precious to harm, so
rather than use her as some nameless and empty sex-toy I withdrew my
left hand from under her clothes and added that hand and fingers to the
tickle game.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!! Hee-hee-hee-hee!!! TICKLES!!!"
It was so much fun for her that she flopped backward so she was facing
the ceiling, pulled on both of my hands to encourage more fun, and then
kept up her joyous squeals and tittering. It took a few sideways shifts
of my body on the floor for me to be close enough to be comfortable, and
moments after I was she was tickled and tickled and tickled.
While she was embroiled in such uninhibited fun her right foot swung out
and then back in, and my head was in the way when her foot was pulled
closer to her left one. Instead of hurting when her heel came into
contact with the side of my head it gave me an idea to add to her joy,
and before she could say anything I turned my face and nibbled along the
back of her ankle for a moment and then pulled back.
"Eeeek!!!"
She might have been surprised but she wasn't scared, because I then felt
her right foot push against my face a second time with the expressed
intent to encourage more nibbles. Since she was in control and I was
enjoying her fun along with her I nibbled on her ankle again and then
shifted up the back of her calf.
"Tee-hee-hee! Tickles!!!"
For her to push her leg against my face and press into my mouth told me
she needed the full treatment, so I shifted my body just enough for me
to make my way up the back and inside of her leg until I was pushing
against the underside of her knee and giving her little nips along her
soft skin. Her response was to withdraw her right hand from where my
hands and fingers were wiggling between her splayed thighs and cup the
back of my head. That was all the invitation I needed to travel even
further up her thigh until I was close enough for my hands to be in the
way.
For her to use her left hand as well as her right to hold my head in
place and then clutch my ears as if they were convenient handles proved
she wanted to keep me where I was and remain in control, so rather than
push my mouth further up her sexy limb and onto her dirtied charms I
kept shifting my lips back and forth where she held my head.
"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!! TICKLES!!! Hee-hee-hee-hee!!!"
I was close enough to take in the aroma of her slightly soiled puddin
and did my best to draw in deep lungfuls of air so I could appreciate
such delicate untidiness. My young visitor was completely oblivious to
anything except the fun she was having, and in order to keep her happy
and within my influence I knew not to push her. Rather than manipulate
and abuse her I found myself holding back. Could my life have turned a
corner?
As in all adult/child activities I was the one who lost my energy level
first, and with a fair amount of effort I pulled away from her full
thigh and leaned back onto my haunches to rest.
"Whew! You really know how to tire me out, Little One!"
She lunged forward onto her bum, thrust her arms toward my face, and
tried to pull me back down while she spoke in a pitiful whimper at an
octave higher than her normal voice.
"Nooo!!! Don't stop, Mister Brent! Please give me more tickles!"
She nearly had her performance perfected, because I was almost tempted
to concede defeat. It might have been the long way toward Heaven, but
I knew how to treat an emotionally hungry little girl so she'd beg to be
my playmate and grant me any desire I had. It took quite a bit more
resistance than I imagined for me to remove my face from the silken
softness of her right thigh less than six inches from her nether charms,
but once I was able to look up into her confused stare I shared what my
plans were.
"After we eat, give you a nice bath, and then sit for a little while
together so we can rest we might have a little more time to play. You
may not know it right now, but you're probably almost as tired as I am."
My timing seemed excellent, because as soon as I mentioned her being
tired I saw my young friend try to suppress a yawn with her left hand
over her crimson lips and open mouth. She reacted to her own body's
need for rest and recuperation almost before I could say another word.
"Nooo, Mister Brent! I'm not ... (yawn) ... tired, honest!"
I pulled her body into mine, drew her feet and legs over my lap, tugged
her into place close to my chest, felt both her upper and lower limbs
try to encircle me like an octopus, and then wrapped her up in a long
tight hug that should have proved I had her health and well being to
consider.
"Not to worry, Angel. We'll be able to play a whole bunch from now on.
All we have to do is figure out how you can stay with me so you'll be
happy and I'll have a lovely little girl to take care of."
While nuzzling her face sideways into my chest she uttered words that
might have sounded impossible just one day before.
"Can I really stay with you Mister Brent ... please? I promise I'll be
a good girl and do whatever you say."
"I know you will, Honey. Now ... how about if we filled this tummy with
some food before I change my mind and nibble on it?"
As my suggestion was offered I slipped my right hand between our bodies
and tickled her belly with just enough enthusiasm to get her to yelp and
then giggle.
"Eeeek! Tee-hee!"
Rather than let me move and before I forced her further away she gripped
me harder still and seemed to want to keep me on the floor in her
embrace. I was getting hungry and also a little anxious to play with
and explore my young guest before too much more time elapsed and after
she'd been given a warm bubble bath, so once I was unable to push her
away from my chest decided to just lift her into the air where she was.
My little friendly stranger had no desire to be away from me, because
her grip tightened, and with some effort I was able to work my knees and
feet into place so I could make my way vertical. It was going to be
impossible for me to do anything with a living chest ornament, so I
wiggled the tips of my fingers under her bum just enough to get her to
try to protect her sensitive and tender underneath and then drop her
feet to the floor. She might not have wanted to assume a normal place
next to me instead of being carried in my arms, but I had things to
lift, items to move, and food to prepare.
Rather than show her a more perverse side of my demeanor I gathered her
clothes, leaned toward her for a kiss, saw a wide smile form on her face
the moment I pulled back, and then took her things and the paper bag of
food toward the tiny kitchen.
"Let's go see where my kitchen is."
"Kay."
She seemed intent on holding my hand, even with her clothes in my
possession and my other appendage gripping the bagged food, so I
stopped, shifted her clothes under my left arm, and then extended my
right hand so she could hold it.
"Tee-hee!"
She giggled, smiled, tucked her head down a little as if she was a tiny
bit embarrassed, but didn't hesitate more than a few fractions of a
second before she tucked her small appendage into my larger one. A few
moments later we were inside my small kitchen.
The food was placed on the counter and then her clothes dropped into a
small table-top washing machine that was more a toy than a utilitarian
device. Once her dress, panties, and socks were inside the plain white
metal box I turned, knelt down in front of my still nameless friend, and
while holding her along her hips spoke to her with a broad smile on my
face.
"I'll start my washing machine only after you're in the tub, Honey. I
don't want to waste any hot water on your clothes, 'cause you might not
have enough to take your bath."
She leaned forward, put her small hands alongside my face, and stared
into my eyes with an expression that left me feeling as if *I* might be
the one in danger.
"Thanks for helping me so much, Mister Brent. I'm glad you're my friend
now."
"Me too, Honey. I'm glad I'm your friend, too."
The moment her tummy grumbled I looked down her body and shifted a
wiggling left middle finger against her belly button.
"My goodness! Listen to that! It sounds as if my little girlfriend
needs to eat right away."
"Tee-hee!"
She giggled for a moment, gripped the offending digit, and leaned into
me, but once she became aware of what I'd said looked into my eyes and
stood perfectly still. What she asked next proved I'd had a positive
effect on my still nameless guest.
"Can I be your girlfriend, Mister Brent?"
"If you want to ... uh huh. But before you can be my *real* girlfriend
you're gonna have to tell me your name."
She blushed, smiled, lowered her face in embarrassment, and then swung
back and forth while making curlicues with the ends of a few strands of
her slightly dirty hair. She looked so precious, and yet she was more
than an innocent child, because she allowed me to caress her naked form
in any manner I wished, and that included her titties, her pert fanny,
and when I shifted one hand in the right spot her plump quim.
I don't know who was more thrilled, me or her, because the longer I held
the back of my right hand in place against her silken and pooching
little cunny the firmer she pushed against my appendage. She kept
looking down her body without leaving me with the impression that she
was the least uncomfortable with my touch, and in brief peeks she looked
up a few times to see if I was looking at her face or her nude body.
When I had the good sense to look up and smile she giggled and swung
back and forth with a little more enthusiasm as she answered.
"Melissa."
"That's a very pretty name, Melissa."
"Do you like it, Mister Brent?"
I leaned into her, pressed my lips against hers as I spoke, and was
affording her the sensation of kissing her as I whispered.
"I sure do. I think your name is almost as pretty as you are."
Her smile broadened, her blush deepened, and both sets of her index
fingers and thumbs lifted the ends of her hair into the air over her
head as if to surrender to me. That was my cue to shift my left hand
over her chest, play with and tweak her right nipple and little titty
for a few seconds, and slip the side of my right index finger under her
body between her sensitive and plump nether lips. Instead of getting
angry or showing embarrassment she pushed her hips forward into my touch
and giggled again.
"Tee-hee. Tickles."
I could have done anything to her and she would have permitted it, but
we had a few things to do before I could take what she was willing to
offer in my bed. I could have fondled her plump labia majora and
strummed her pudendum for an hour while her right nipple and baby-fat
filled titty began to receive as much attention as her left one had. It
was her leaning forward and offering me a kiss that nearly coaxed me to
push her onto her back so I could have her completely.
"Would you like to sit on my lap while we eat dinner, Melissa?"
"Kay."
She got a nice kiss, a tight hug, and then a few gentle caresses before
I rose to my full height. Melissa watched everything I did, never took
her gaze away from any action while I withdrew the white foam container
of food from the paper bag, and stared almost hypnotized as I shifted
the food from the plastic box to a ceramic bowl so I could heat it in
the microwave. With the small metal box droning as it heated our meal
I set the table with a single wide plate, a spoon, a plastic tumbler
filled with ice and water, and then we both heard the classic sound of
our meal having been heated with a long "beeeeeeeep".
A minute later a fair portion was served onto the plate, she was nestled
onto my lap with her legs splayed wide, and my left hand cupped between
them over her twat. After I made sure the food wasn't too hot or cold I
filled the spoon and presented it to her mouth. Melissa turned her head
just enough for us to make eye contact, and I could see a broad smile on
her face as if she'd wanted me to know she'd never been that happy.
It amazed me how easily I could touch and caress her plump charms
without her showing any fear or sense of discomfort. My left middle
finger strummed her fat slivers of labial softness as if I was petting
a frightened baby rabbit, dipped down her long tight slit every few
seconds, and after a nice rhythm had been developed I cupped her whole
vulva and gave her a slow building squeeze. Her response was to sigh
and lean back into me as if she was truly comfortable.
Since she'd shown a little reluctance to my teasing her nether lips
apart I refrained from splitting her labia majora. Just teasing up and
down the full length of her sweetness was enough for the moment, even if
I wanted and could have claimed more. The best course of action seemed
to be for my left hand to rub and caress her nakedness between her
thighs while my right hand directed each spoonful of food to her waiting
mouth. She seemed to really like being fed like a baby.
We probably could have talked all the way through our meal, but it was
getting late, we needed to climb into the tub, get her cleaned up,
played with, adequately molested, and then if we had time and she wasn't
too tired the two of us would settle down for a few minutes on my rented
couch in front of a used LCD TV that I bought second hand so she could
be tired enough not to resist my forcing her to accept more than just a
few of my wiggling digits.
Melissa seemed tired and quiet enough while we ate, but as soon as that
task was complete she was directed to the bathroom, the light was
flicked on, and the moment she saw how big the old tub was I got a
giggle and she almost jumped into the bright white empty cauldron from
the door.
"Tee-Hee! It's almost as big as a swimming pool!"
By the time she stopped she was almost bent fully forward over the
rounded edge of the bathing device, and I was tempted to keep her there
so I could explore and molest her with her ass pushing toward my face
and her legs splayed far enough apart for my mouth to be worked into
Heaven.
"Melissa ... why don't you get the bubble bath out from under the sink
while I get the towels, soap, and shampoo?"
"Kew-wull!!!"
Any notion of her being tired was a long-distant memory after she got
her instructions. She was a blur of movement from the edge of the tub,
to the front of the small cabinet under the sink, beyond both doors
until she found what she was looking for, and then with the bright pink
and white bottle in her hands stood near the faucet of the tub ready to
jump in any second. In spite of my financially limited condition I had
always dreamed of having a little girl in my apartment, so buying a big
plastic bottle of heavily discounted children's bubble bath at a dollar
store a few months before didn't require too much of an investment.
She might not have said anything had I told her to wait, but her smile
was too broad and her anticipation of fun too great, so before I was
ready I turned the water on, adjusted the temperature, and once it was
more than warm and less than hot I plugged the drain with an old beige
rubber stopper and looked down at my naked visitor.
"I guess you're gonna want to put the bubble bath in, huh?"
"Can I Mister Brent?"
"Sure, Melissa."
She flipped the top cap open, reached over the tall edge of the tub,
extended her arms as far as she could so the contents could flow into
the stream of descending clean water, and didn't have to wait very long
before a narrow bead of pink gel with little sparkling specks began to
flow. Just as a few other little girls had in the past Melissa might
have believed she needed to be conservative with my bubble bath, but all
of my former young female visitors and playmates enjoyed mountains of
suds, so I reached around her head, across her arms, and gripped her
small hands and the plastic bottle in them.
Melissa might have gasped at the generous portion oozing out of the
bottle while I squeezed, but the sound of the water coming out of the
taps drown out anything she could have uttered. After a few seconds of
flow I let go of her hands, the pressure inside the bottle was reduced,
and the cherry-scented goo stopped dripping down.
"That should be enough for tonight, Honey. We've got to save a little
bit for the next time you get to play in the tub."
"Tee-hee! Thanks Mister Brent."
She snapped the cap back into place, put the bottle onto the bathroom
counter to her right, turned around, and looked at me with an expression
that hinted at a little girl's excitement just before she got to have a
lot of fun. It was at that moment I reconsidered stripping myself down
in front of her, because after all we'd only met the other day, and if
she wasn't smart enough to keep her mouth closed about what we did
someone might find out that I coaxed her into my apartment, naked, and
then sexed the little thing for hours.
I turned her around, worked the tips of my fingers under her arms from
behind, lifted her up a little bit, and she raised her feet high enough
to clear the top edge of the tub. Since I didn't know if she might find
the water uncomfortable I held her in place while she dipped both feet
into the growing mass of white bubbles and the water hidden underneath.
"Mmmmm! Nice and hot!"
That's all I needed to hear for me to lower her more completely into the
tub, and with her facing the wall and her back to the open area of my
bathroom her fanny was immersed into the sea of foam. She must have
been so excited she didn't think about turning around or attempt to look
at me.
I probably could have gotten stingy on the amount of bubbles and water
in the tub, but Melissa needed to have a nice first time with me, and I
had no desire to limit her fun. More and more water filled her large
white playground until I saw the bubbles approach the top edge of the
tub. That was my cue to turn the water off, lean over her right
shoulder, slip my hands over and around her body, cup both of her small
titties, and then whisper in her right ear.
"You stay like that so I can get undressed, Angel. When I tell you to
I want you to cover your eyes, okay?"
Her response was subdued as if she understood that men normally didn't
get into tubs with naked little girls.
" kay "
Melissa was a paradox to me, because even as brave as she was on the bus
while trying to ask for money from strangers she was obedient enough
with me to do everything that I asked. Maybe it was her need to be
commanded and told what to do like a little girl wants, or possibly her
desire to feel a kind of normalcy that her own father might have given
her so many weeks, months, or years before, but whatever her reasons she
never appeared to be reluctant to accede to my wishes.
My cock was throbbing and erect as I undressed behind her. I'd needed
to command a little girl and enjoy her body for so long, because it had
been almost seven years since I'd felt such precious flesh. Had it not
been for my own greed and carelessness I might have enjoyed a longer and
more enjoyable relationship with a little girl a few years older than
Melissa where I last lived.
My indulgence in that little black angel's charms and my desire to take
what I wasn't entitled to turned that lovely ten year old away from me
and made it impossible for me to stay where so many other little girls
might allow me to do similar deeds. About the only thing that kept me
out of jail was a promise I made to Laquita that I wouldn't try to push
my hands into her panties or caress her dark brown skin ever again.
Less than a month later I was gone and she probably wondered where her
friendly white neighbor disappeared to. I gave up more than my lovely
chocolate playmate when I left, including a well-paying job, an
apartment with almost ten months of rent still due before my contract
was up, and so many new opportunities to enjoy the tender charms of
plenty of other little poor children in that apartment complex.
I wasn't going to repeat my mistakes, so I knew after years of waiting
and lots of mental exercises that my deeds would be more considerate,
less brutal, more gentle, and less ambitious. My last experience proved
that little girls weren't just holes to be played with and not consider
how they felt. Little playmates needed to be trained, allowed to ask
for touches, and groomed to be naked playmates rather than frightened
female toys.
Moments before my underwear dropped to the floor I felt my cock snap up
against my tummy, more erect at that moment than it had been in years.
Yes, I wanted and needed to fuck a little girl and feel that delicious
tingle of silken flesh as my dick slipped back and forth inside either
of three tender orifices, two of which could easily be taken with enough
time and careful coaxing, but my awareness of how my life could have
gone after Laquita said 'no' one too many times forced me to temper my
desire and lust with a liberal measure of restraint.
"Okay, Melissa ... I need for you to wipe your hands on the towel and
then cover your eyes so I can get in the tub."
" kay "
I waited until she did as I asked, and with her elbows cocked out at
ninety degrees to the sides of her body, her plump fanny pressed into
the curved portion of the tub closer to the door and away from the wall,
and her right hip close to the faucet I stepped forward, lifted each
foot over the tall edge of the old porcelain and steel tub, and slowly
sank down about three feet away from her naked body until I had a chest
full of bubbles. The moment my ass was pressed into the recently warmed
crucible of water and suds I let out a low sigh, was almost ready to
reach out to Melissa so she could be lifted onto my thighs, and
whispered under my breath to myself.
"Patience, Brent ... patience! When Melissa is ready she'll decide for
herself that she wants to be held."
Melissa was much more eager to remove her hands than I thought, because
she whispered just loud enough to be thought of as speech rather than a
mere thought.
"Mister Brent?"
"Uh huh?"
"Can I see you now?"
I was tempted to stand up and let her have as complete a look as she
wished, but I knew she just wanted to uncover her eyes.
"You can take your hands away now, Honey."
Even though I'd given her permission she still chose to look down to the
bubbles in front of her tummy after her hands were removed from her
face. Instead of turning her head and looking toward me she chose to
blush and pretend to be unconcerned about a man sitting naked in the
water and bubbles close to her. Each time she felt the strong need to
take a peek at me she forced herself to look toward her own belly button
instead. Rather than torture her I relaxed the terms of her visit and
spoke in a low chuckle.
"Hee, hee ... you can look over here if you want to, Angel."
Her head snapped to the side in my direction hard enough for her hair to
be whipped around the back of her head and over her right ear. It was
obvious she needed to see me even more than I hungered to see and feel
her nude and silken form. It seemed unfair that I'd been able to sample
from her charms and fondle her titties and bum so freely without her
being allowed to do the same with me, but little girls weren't known for
keeping secrets when they're scared.
Laquita convinced me that I needed to temper my enthusiasm toward
unbridled pleasure with little girls' bodies, so Melissa would have the
benefit of my most recent training, even if that training was more than
seven years old and I'd had to make myself scarce in order to keep my
ass out of jail for the rest of my short life.
The moment my newest playmate and nude visitor saw me sitting along the
back of the tub with foam halfway up my chest she started to lunge
toward me. I instinctively reached out a few inches as if to invite her
closer, but the bubbles over my arms hid my incomplete movements enough
to keep her where she was sitting.
We sat in the nearly steaming water and profuse froth for about a minute
before Melissa couldn't wait any longer. She turned more completely
toward me, shifted an inch or two closer, and while fumbling with two
small handfuls of white foam and staring at her temporary creation she
whispered as if she was afraid of asking me something.
"Mister Brent?"
"Yes, Angel?"
"Can ... can I ... "
"What, Honey?"
She hesitated for a moment, shivered, must have been wringing her hands
out of view in the mass of suds, and then mumbled.
"You'll just get mad at me, Mister Brent."
"No I won't, Angel. Come on ... ask me."
It took her a few more seconds to build her courage up, and when she
finally did she scoot toward me a little more, tried to hide her need to
be hugged again, and then whispered what she hungered to ask.
"Can I sit on your lap like I was your real little girl?"
Rather than answer I extended my hands toward her just above the top of
the foam, smiled, and nodded. That's all she needed to grin as wide as
she ever had, reach out toward me with hands that were just as anxious
as mine, and then shift her fanny in little squeaks until I felt her
knees pressing into my upturned shins. To add to her confirmation I
whispered words that must have meant more than when I told her I'd take
care of and feed her.
"Come here, Baby. I'd be happy to pretend to be your Daddy."
A moment later she had her left cheek pressed against my left ear, her
arms wrapped around my neck, her feet alongside my hips, her knees
lifted to her ribs, her cunny pushed against the back of my throbbing
cock, and at least my face was covered in foam. In her desire to be
close to me the bubbles between our bodies billowed up and were forced
clear of our embrace. Her need to feel loved and be held was more
important than my recognition of a comical event, so with my left arm
around her naked body I used my right hand to push the mass of suds away
from my face.
Melissa seemed to need a hug and be treated like a loving daughter far
more than any little girl I'd ever held in my embrace, even those few
angels who'd lived an existence without a father to call their own. It
wasn't hard to imagine how desperately my newest and most anxious little
visitor craved a normal relationship, and if I was patient, lucky, and
kept my ambitions in check Melissa would be mine to train and groom for
quite a while to come.
She probably would have stayed tight to my chest until the water got
cold, but she needed to have a bath, I needed to fondle and molest her,
and we only had a limited amount of time for both of our goals to be
met.
"How does my little girl feel now?"
"Mmmmmmm ... "
Her near-sobbing whimper told me more than words could have, and I knew
Melissa craved a family bond more than her own safety. But it was the
way she pushed her nude pud into my body and directly into the back of
my erect cock that changed the tempo and tone of our visit.
"Mister Brent?"
"Uh huh?"
"Is that your thing?"
The idea of her exploring me made my heart race, and her demeanor and
innocence coaxed me to encourage her to show me what she was talking
about.
"Where, Angel?"
Her left arm came away from around my neck, was pushed down into the
mass of white bubbles, and a moment later her small hand gripped the end
of my throbbing penis. For a timid child she was brave enough to grasp
my glans and squeeze as if to prove she wasn't the least intimidated by
such an impressive if quite normal male appendage.
"Here?"
"Uh huh ... that's my thing, but big girls call it by its real name."
"What's that?"
"Well ... if you promise to keep it a secret that you got to touch it as
much as you wanted I'll tell you what you can call it."
"I promise, Mister Brent. I won't tell nobody."
"Okay ... it's called my penis, or cock, or dick. Penis is the word
that doctors use, but cock and dick are words that little girls can use
if they want to talk to their special friend and new hero."
"So ... I can call it ... your cock, Mister Brent?"
"Uh huh."
"And ... and I can touch it when I wanna?"
"As long as we're by ourselves, yes."
For the next minute or two Melissa used her small fingers to touch more
and more of my cock and seemed to want to explore more of my throbbing
dick with each caress. Her touch felt magical, and she seemed to really
enjoy fondling me as much as I'd fondled her.
Once she appeared satisfied she'd touched me enough she withdrew her
hand from around my dick, wrapped it around my neck where it had been a
few minutes before, and then sighed into my left ear. Her body language
and the way she held me tight proved she wasn't the least intimidated
about touching a man's organ. She'd get another chance soon enough.
My body was beginning to betray my lust and desire to have the little
thing in any manner I wished, and after a suppressed yawn I whispered
into her cute left ear.
"How about if I turned you around so I can give you some nice hugs and
help you get a tiny bit clean at the same time, Angel? I promise I'll
hold you as much as you want me to until we have to get out of the tub,
okay?"
"Promise ... Daddy? You promise you'll hold me as much as I want?"
It made me feel good for her to call me that special name.
With my mouth close to her ear I whispered and nuzzled at the same time.
I wasn't sure who enjoyed it more, but I discerned a little shiver in my
young naked playmate as I spoke.
"Yes I will, Baby. Now, come on ... turn around so your new Daddy can
give you another special hug and make you feel good."
"Daddy?"
It amazed me how quickly Melissa had accepted our new, and hopefully
long, relationship. I was equally astonished with how easily she wanted
to give me a new nickname.
"Yes, Baby-Girl?"
"Tee-Hee! Can my friends come play with me?"
I had to actually think about what she meant. Could she have wanted
more little girlfriends from the streets to invade our privacy and ruin
what I was hoping would be months if not years of personal and private
pleasure?
Rather than appear clueless to my new 'daughter' I chose instead to draw
more information out of her.
"Which friends would you like to come play with you, Baby-Girl?"
"Tee-Hee! You know ... Mister Finger and my tickle friend."
"OHHH!!! Sure, Angel. They can come play with you as much as you want,
but we need to wash your hair, and your body, and your private place,
and your feet so you can be all clean, okay?"
"Kay."
"There's just one thing, Melissa."
"What ... Daddy?"
It was obvious she was still a little uncomfortable with my new title,
and she must have wanted confirmation that I'd allow her to keep calling
me that, even in public, but it wasn't the time to have that chat.
"You need to tell me if I rub too hard or for too long on your private
place between your legs, 'cause you might be really tender, okay?"
"Kay. I'll tell you if I'm hurting, Daddy, but I know you won't hurt me
none, 'cause you aren't a bad man, and I like the way to tickle me."
"Just remember that we can't play in the tub *too* much tonight, Angel.
I promise I'll give you as many good tickle and tingle feelings as you
want, but if we take too long the water might get cold."
"Daddy?"
"Uh huh?"
"Can't you put some more hot water in the tub so we can play some more?"
She was already so anxious for extended play-time that she was asking
for more.
I tilted my face down, turned my head, and kissed her left cheek just
before I whispered into her small left ear.
"If you wanna stay with Daddy in the tub for a long time ... then we can
add as much hot water and let out the cold water all night, Baby."
"Honest, Daddy? We really can play in the tub for a super dooper long
time ... even ... even up until we ... (yawn) ... get sleepy?"
"Uh huh."
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Will you hold me forever and ever?"
"Uh huh! And even when you're sitting on my lap and turned the other
way I'll be sure to hold you nice and tight to my tummy."
It was time I altered the rules just enough so I could have a little bit
more fun than I'd originally planned.
"But ... in order for you to sit on my lap the other way you're gonna
need to help Daddy do something, Angel."
"Tell me, Daddy. I'll do whatever you want me to."
"Well ... I don't know. It's a very private thing for a little girl to
do with her new Daddy. Only special little girls who love their daddies
a whole bunch will protect them in a very special way."
"I'll protect you, Daddy, honest!"
"I'm not sure, Melissa."
"NOOOO, Daddy!!! Call me Baby-Girl!"
"Okay, Baby-Girl. But ... I'm still not sure if you'd really do it."
"I'll do anything you want, Daddy, 'cause you've been so good to me, and
helped me, and done all kinds of nice things for me. Please tell me,
Daddy. Please?"
I hesitated just long enough for Melissa to pull back, look into my eyes
as if to convince me she was willing to permit anything, and felt her
small right hand cup my left cheek.
"Please, Daddy? Please?"
"Well ... okay, but you have to tell me if it's even a tiny bit scary,
okay? Will you promise to tell if you're scared?"
"Uh huh! I promise, Daddy, but I won't be scared, honest! Tell me."
"When you turn around and sit down on my lap you need to help protect my
body in a special way."
"Okay, Daddy. I'll do it. What do I gotta do?"
"You remember what you touched before between my legs, right? And you
know how boys are different than girls, right Angel?"
Her face was filled with a crimson blush so fast it looked as if her
head might explode from the inrush of blood, her face was tilted down,
and her eyes dropped to my chest. That's when I knew Melissa was just
as smart as Laquita had been, and possibly had experienced what my
former chocolate playmate had.
It took a few seconds, but Melissa eventually nodded while strumming my
shoulder and pushing some bubbles back and forth.
"Well ... that thing your Daddy has that sticks out from his body and
you know as his penis, and cock, and dick gets super hard sometimes like
it is right now. When it gets hard it needs to be protected, and that's
what I need your help with."
Melissa lifted her gaze, looked me right in the eyes, and then whispered
in a manner that proved she'd accepted my new role as her father.
"I'll protect your thing ... your cock for you, Daddy. What do I gotta
do?"
That was too easy, but I wasn't about to ruin a good thing before I got
to enjoy it, so I continued.
"When you turn around and sit on my lap you need to open your legs
really far apart, pull my cock under your privates until you feel really
comfortable and your back is pressing into my tummy, and then close your
legs so you can protect my dick. But you have to remember to be gentle
with it, 'cause you can hurt it if you pull too hard or get too rough.
Do you think you can do that, or does that sound too scary?"
Her response wasn't what I expected.
"OHHH!!! That's not scary, Daddy! I can do that and protect your cock
as much as you want."
Before I had a chance to consider how brave ... or foolish Melissa was
she scoot back, pushed my knees down so she had a place to sit, spun
around, shifted her feet and knees outside of my thighs, bent forward,
pointed her bare butt toward my face, held herself up with her left
hand, reached between her legs with her right, wiggled backward, and
fumbled about in the masses of white foam until she took control of my
aching cock.
Instead of being intimidated by my erect member and something she might
not have seen before Melissa gripped my throbbing penis just firmly
enough to control it without forcing it into any directions I might not
enjoy. With my dick in her small right hand and pushed down just enough
to clear her tender vulva she scoot backward into place until her pert
fanny was pressed against my tummy. A moment later and while she
directed my penis below her nether lips Melissa shifted her left and
then her right leg out until her feet were next to my knees and her
knees were pointed toward the ceiling.
But my newest playmate and future daughter wasn't quite finished,
because after her fanny was in place and her feet were tucked tight to
the outside of my legs she tugged on my cock and then pushed it up into
that precious cleft that I'd barely had a chance to admire and fondle.
In spite of how eager she was to accept our intimate contact I knew to
afford my lovely and very innocent young guest all the consideration she
deserved. After we grew closer and she openly asked for clitoral and
vaginal stimulation I'd eagerly offer it, but for the moment she was
just protecting my manhood, and I wouldn't push her too hard.
"Am I protecting your thing like you wanted, Daddy?"
"You sure are, Baby-Girl. In fact ... I think you're doing a very good
job, and if you want I'll let you protect it as much as you want."
"Really, Daddy? You'll let me protect your thing like I was a big girl
and everything?"
I'd been so excited and unsure of what she'd do that my hands were still
clutching the edges of the tub outside the water. Once she'd confirmed
that she was completely at ease with my cock tucked tight to her silken
charms and was pushing it up into her bald cleft I shifted my hands
around her body, cupped both of her small titties, claimed each erect
nipple, toyed with them until she shivered, and then leaned my face down
so I could kiss her right ear as I spoke.
"From now on you can protect my thing whenever you want to ... even when
we're not in the tub."
Melissa turned her head around just enough for her to see my smile and
gaze along her peripheral vision. She then whispered her astonishment.
"Reeee-leeee, Daddy? Even ... even when we're in bed ... like a real
mommy and daddy?"
That established that Melissa knew what fucking was, even if she didn't
know what to call it or chose not to say the words in front of me.
My mouth was held close to her right ear, I kissed it, and then breathed
my reply right into her brain.
"Uh huh! We can do as many mommy and daddy things as you want to, or
you can just protect my thing like this until you don't wanna do it no
more. From now on we'll only do what you want to, okay?"
"What *I* wanna, Daddy?"
"Uh huh. I don't wanna scare you or make you think I was being a bad
man, Angel, so if you don't like something you need to tell me, okay?"
"But ... I *like* protecting your thing for you, Daddy, 'cause it means
I'm a big girl now, right?"
"That's right, Angel. You really are a big girl now. But you need to
remember what I said before about keeping our special secrets, okay?"
"OHHH!!! I remember, Daddy! We can't tell nobody nothin' about what we
do in our house, and we have to keep everything a super good secret like
forever and ever, right?"
I wrapped her up in a tight hug, kissed her ear again, and then rocked
her back and forth as I squeezed.
"That's right, Baby-Girl. Nobody needs to know all the special stuff we
do at home. When we're around people we can be all nice and hold hands
and stuff, but when we're by ourselves we can be naked and touch each
other and do as many mommy and daddy things as you want to."
"Daddy?"
"Uh huh?"
"Can my friends come play with me now?"
Rather than answer my left hand lunged away from her body toward the
edge of the tub under the foam, and my right hand slowly 'walked' across
her chest until she could see my middle finger wiggling around from
beyond the bubbles as if it was 'looking' for something.
"Tee-Hee! I like Mister Finger."
In order to keep her at ease I kept moving my right hand toward her chin
until I was tickling her neck.
"Tee-Hee!!! You're doing what my tickle friend is doing, Mister Finger!
He's the one who's supposed to do that."
The moment she reminded me of our initial game I retrieved my right
hand, shifted it to the broad rounded edge of the tub, turned it over,
and made it look as if it had suddenly lost all of its energy. With
quivering upturned digits and a cadence of irregular spasms I let one of
her playmates remain in view as my left hand stayed hidden by the masses
of white foam.
"Awwwww! My friend needs some help, Daddy!"
"What did you do before on the bus, Angel?"
Melissa thought about it for a few seconds, and when she remembered she
almost squealed her reply.
"Oooooo! I remember, Daddy! I let my hurt friend suck on my titty like
a baby so he could get stronger. Can I do that again?"
"Sure, Baby-Girl. You can do anything you want."
She extended both hands from the clouds of bubbles, took control of my
right hand, and drew it in a slow and considerate manner like a hurt
kitten straight to her left nipple. It was obvious she remembered which
breast I'd first played with, because the moment she understood what she
needed to do she wrapped a few fingers around my longest digit and
placed it onto her erect nipple.
Just as I'd done before my fingertip strummed her nubbin and made lots
of little circles around her plump areola. Each time I afforded her a
new tingle that she enjoyed Melissa would either flinch and hold my hand
in place or she'd sigh and cradle my appendage like an injured child.
For quite a while all I did was stroke and caress her small breast, and
Melissa seemed perfectly content to allow me to fondle her as long as I
wished. It was only the movement of my left hand along her left thigh
that stirred a giggle out of her and an offer that I'd craved forever.
"Tee-hee. Is my tickle friend gonna try to tickle me in my special
place, Daddy?"
"I don't know, Angel. Now that we're sitting in the tub you might be a
tiny bit scared of him tickling you without your panties on."
"That's silly, Daddy, 'cause I'm protecting your thing, and he can't
tickle me unless he pushes your thing out of the way."
"You know something ... I think you're right! If you want your other
friend, Mister Finger, to help, then you put him between your legs and
then you can push my thing hard against your private place so he can
help protect your peepee, okay?"
"Tee-hee. He's gonna be my best friend and protect my peepee for like
forever, Daddy."
"Good girl, Angel. Just remember that sometimes your tickle friend
might try to sneak some place and give you lots of nice tingles, so he
could be a good friend and playmate too."
"Does my tickle friend really know how to give me good tingles, Daddy?"
"I think he does, Baby-Girl, but you've gotta be sure and stop him if
you're a tiny bit scared, okay? You can let him give you lots of
tickles and maybe even some very special tingles too, but don't let him
do anything that you don't like. He needs to be a good boy, even if you
think he wants to do a little bit of naughty things."
Melissa got quiet for a second and then whispered.
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Mister Finger and my tickle friend really won't hurt me, will they?"
"No, Baby, they won't. But if they try too hard to have fun they might
accidentally forget, so you have to help them remember, okay? It's
kinda like when you accidentally forget to do something when you're
having fun too."
"Oh. Yeah ... I remember when my Mommy would tell me to hurry up and
take a bath, but I didn't remember and I played for like a super long
time until she got mad and yelled at me to get out."
For her to bring her mother up in our conversation might have gone
badly, so I waited to see if Melissa might cry.
"Daddy?"
"Uh huh?"
"Will you let me play for a long time in the tub with lots of bubbles,
please? I don't want you to get mad at me like my Mommy did before she
didn't come back and get me no more."
"Sure, Baby-Girl. I'll let you play in the tub with as many bubbles as
I can get for you."
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Can you come play with me in the tub like this all the time?"
"I'd love to, Angel. As long as you remember that sometimes I might
have to go do something or work late sometimes, okay?"
In a timid whisper as if she didn't want to acknowledge my claim she
barely answered me.
" kay "
The best thing for me to do was make sure she had lots of fun for our
first visit, so I had the perfect response to her thoughts of my calling
her playtime to an end too quickly.
"But I also want you to remember that your new Daddy wants to play lots
of special private games so you can be happy from now on, okay?"
Her attitude changed just as quickly as a thousand watt light bulb being
turned on.
"Kew-wull!!!"
Melissa sighed while I strummed her left nipple, and with my left hand
shifting along her thigh and getting closer to her hip she giggled.
"Tee-hee! Is my tickle friend gonna try to tickle my private place,
Daddy?"
"He might. You better be careful and protect your peepee by pushing my
thing harder into your peepee crack."
"Tee-Hee!!!"
Her left hand retained possession of my right and kept my middle finger
against her nipple and areola while her right ventured down into the
masses of suds and disappeared from view. A moment later Melissa tucked
her fingers around the underside of my cock-head, tugged toward her, and
pushed the top edge of my penis into her vulvar cleft.
To enhance the feeling I 'walked' my left hand up the remainder of her
thigh, onto her pooching tummy, around her belly button with a nice
giggle as my reward ...
"Tee-Hee!!!"
... and then wiggled my index and middle fingertips down toward her
pudendum until I began to feel the indentation just above her clitoris.
The closer my left hand got to her pussy the harder she pushed the end
of my cock into her tender split. It was becoming painful for her to
bend my penis under her like that, but I had no desire to upset our game
or my first chance to have that much fun in years.
"Tee-Hee-Hee-Hee-Hee!!!"
Each inch I drew closer to her plump vulva with my left hand the more
she giggled, and the harder she tried to force my glans into her cleft.
My left middle finger was eventually able to locate the uppermost
portion of her natural fissure, and with a gentle wiggling and rolling
motion I worked the face of my digit around and then onto her clitoris.
At first Melissa giggled and tried to block my access by tugging on my
penis hard enough to displace my left middle fingertip with my glans,
but once she must have sensed a pleasurable tingle she relaxed her grip
a little bit and sighed.
For about a minute I made a series of circles and back and forth sweeps
of my fingertip over and beside her nubbin, and I'm sure I could have
started her on her road to lots of orgasms, but I was beginning to grow
impatient and needed a little bit more.
My left middle finger altered its direction and movements a little bit,
and with Melissa helpless to resist I worked my digit in progressive
shifts until it was able to be pushed between her pussy and my cock.
That's when I was able to feel the snug grip of her vagina for the first
time and whispered what we both knew.
"It looks like your tickle friend is trying to find your peepee hole,
Angel. Are you sure you want him to do that?"
"Is ... he ... is he gonna hurt my peepee, Daddy?"
"I don't think so, but you need to tell him if he pushes too hard and
hurts your peepee hole even a tiny bit, okay?"
"Okay ... I'll tell him if he starts to hurt my peepee hole when he goes
inside it too much, Daddy."
As each second passed more and more of the first segment of my fingertip
disappeared inside her tight vagina until I felt her quiver, heard her
sigh, and then perceived her relaxing her grip of my cockhead until it
was drawn away from her vulva.
I probably could have remained quiet and continued to push my digit
further inside her tender young body, but I had to be absolutely sure I
didn't scare or hurt my newest and what I'd hoped might be my long-term
playmate.
"Are you okay, Baby-Girl? Is your tickle friend hurting your peepee?"
Rather than answer she shook her head in quick succession twice.
I wasn't altogether sure which question she answered, so I pressed my
mouth to her right ear and asked again, but in a different manner, and
with a different goal in mind.
"Do you want my thing to protect your peepee hole, Angel? If you do
then push your tickle friend out of the way and put the end of my thing
where your tickle friend is trying to go exploring."
Even before I'd finished speaking and moments after the question was
asked Melissa was nodding. A second later her left hand was tugging
against my middle finger on the same hand, and her right hand was
pushing my glans down while she lifted her fanny off my thighs.
Melissa might have been a young girl, but her chubby body was more
mature than her years. The moment we were lined up properly I felt the
snug grip of her vaginal opening around a fair portion of my glans.
Her breathing was ragged, her right hand worked my cock into place, her
legs quivered from either fear or excitement, and her left hand was
drawn down her body until she used her middle finger to help guide my
cock inside her vagina.
I probably could have lunged up, pushed into her body, and past the snug
purchase of her undeveloped womanhood, but my memory of what Laquita
felt and sounded like after I fucked her the first time forced me to
reconsider how far I'd push Melissa.
"Okay, Angel. That's enough. You don't need to let my thing go inside
your peepee hole until you're a little bit older."
"Nnnnnnn!"
"Come on, Baby-Girl. It feels like you're a tiny bit scared or maybe
even hurting a little bit. You *are* hurting just a super tiny bit,
aren't you?"
It took her a few seconds, but she eventually shared what we both knew
in a frightened and subdued whimper that sounded as if she was reluctant
to share our newfound knowledge.
" uh huh "
"Okay. Since I promised I'd never hurt my little girl or scare her any
I want you to get up just a little bit and cover up your peepee hole
with the big part of my thing, okay?"
Her response wasn't what I anticipated.
"No, Daddy. I wanna be a big girl and do the mommy and daddy thing."
I'd done such a good job of polluting her brain that Melissa was
actually going to let me fuck her, in spite of her fears, or how much it
might hurt her when I tore through her hymen. I knew I was going to
take her virginity, but we could wait a year or two, or maybe just a few
months, before I turned her into a woman. I didn't even know her last
name or how old she was, and as strange as it was I needed to preserve
something that I'd been so eager to take just a day before.
"You *are* a big girl, Angel. We'll get to do the mommy and daddy thing
as much as you want to in just a little bit, I promise. But for right
now 'cause your peepee is still a little bit hurted from your dirty
panties we need to wait, okay? Please?"
"Honest, Daddy? We're gonna do the mommy and daddy thing as much as I
wanna in just a little while, even during the night time?"
Oh, how precious those words and her enthusiasm was. How could I have
been so lucky? That's when I knew to cherish the prize I'd found, and
give her something else as a consolation prize.
"Yes we will, Baby-Girl. And if you wanna do another kind of special
mommy and daddy game that won't hurt as much then we can, but you have
to be honest with me and tell me if it hurts even a tiny bit too, okay?"
"Can we do that other mommy and daddy thing until we do the real mommy
and daddy thing, Daddy ... even right now?"
"Uh huh."
"What do I gotta do, Daddy?"
"Let go of my thing for just a minute, Angel."
"Nooo, Daddy. I like it."
"It's okay, Honey. I'll put it back in a little while, but first we can
try the other special game, okay?"
"Are we gonna do that for a long time, Daddy?"
"Uh huh. As long as you want."
"Well ... okay, but if I ask you gotta let me pretend we're doing the
mommy and daddy thing really soon."
"Okay, Angel. Now ... lift your bummy up just a tiny bit."
With a whimper and much slower than a frightened little girl might
Melissa lifted her fanny from my thighs and relinquished her grasp of my
cock. It almost felt as if the loss of the warmth of her vaginal
opening around my glans made the warm water around us feel like ice.
While perched up on her knees and hands and with her butt pointed toward
my face I shifted my right hand to her ass and began to trace a series
of lines up and down her rear cleft. She clamped down the first few
passes, but once she appeared comfortable with my explorations she
relaxed her muscles and allowed my middle finger to slip further and
further into the snug warmth of her tight cheeks.
Melissa might have been scared, but she was smart. The moment she began
to speak I stopped my inward travel and waited.
"Daddy?"
"Uh huh?"
"Do you gotta clean my bummy hole with your finger?"
What a clever girl.
"Yes I do, Angel. Is that gonna seem scary to you?"
"No. I thought you might do something that would hurt, but I don't mind
if you gotta clean my bummy a tiny bit."
"That's my good girl. You're such a brave and big girl, aren't you?"
"Uh huh! I'm a *big* girl, Daddy, aren't I?"
"Yes you are, Sugar."
Since she'd accepted what I was about to do and where I was about to go
she arched her back a little, pushed her pert and gorgeous fanny into
the air a little bit, and actually tried to splay her thighs even wider.
That was all I needed to find and then tickle her puckered rosebud in
slow and tender movements. She flinched the first time, giggled the
second time, and then relaxed after that.
"Tee-hee."
"You okay, Angel?"
"Uh huh. Tickles."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"NO! I don't mind, Daddy. I know you gotta clean my bummy as much as
every day in the tub."
"What a very grown up young lady. Thank you for being so grown up about
my cleaning your bummy and protecting your peepee hole, Baby-Girl."
"You can do anything you want to make me get clean or help me feel
better, Daddy, 'cause you're my Daddy now, and I'm your little girl for
real, right?"
"That's right, Baby. I'm your Daddy, you're the most special little
angel in the whole world, and you're all mine forever and ever."
"Really, Daddy? Forever and ever?"
"Uh huh! Nobody is ever gonna take you away from me."
"Are you gonna go away and leave me alone like my Mommy did, Daddy?"
I pulled her backward, wrapped her up in a tight hug, and then kissed
the back of her neck.
"I'm *never* gonna leave you alone, Kitten. I might have to go to work
and you might need to stay in our house just for a tiny little while,
but I'll always come home, and you'll always have a place to stay."
She gripped my hands around her body, caressed my arms, and then
reminded me that we had certain 'duties' to take care of.
"Daddy?"
"Uh huh?"
"Are you gonna clean my bummy now?"
"I sure am, Angel. Go ahead and sit like a little kitty so I can use my
finger to clean your bummy."
"Tee-hee! I like pretending I'm a kitty for you, Daddy."
"Me too, Angel."
The moment she was in place over my legs, her knees and feet were
outside my thighs, and her hands were holding her chest up off the
reduced volume of bubbles, she did something that made her that much
more precious to me.
"Meee-yowww! Tee-hee."
In order for her to have a good time I stroked her back along her spine,
gave her a few scratches close to her ass where her 'kitty tail' might
have been, and then whispered my appreciation for our new game.
"Good kitty. I'm gonna clean your bummy now, Kitty."
"Meee-yowww!"
With her ass pushed back, her thighs splayed just right, and her body
eager to be entered, I worked my right middle finger up and down her ass
until I again felt the pursed muscular grip of her rosebud. I could
have gone slow and drawn her pleasure out, but I had something else I
could slip in her butt to enhance her delight, so I began to apply light
pressure against her tense and strong opening until she relaxed just
enough for my digit to pass.
"Meee-eee-uhhhh!"
What could have been uncomfortable for her appeared to be less so,
because after the tip of my middle finger found enough room Melissa
relaxed her muscles just enough for more of the invader to be granted
complete passage. It wasn't until every millimeter of my finger was
ensconced in her luscious fanny before I stopped pushing inward.
For her part Melissa took to my deed much better than I'd imagined she
might, and with her breathing deeper and more quickly I drew my finger
back and was about to start a rhythmic back and forth motion when she
clamped down on my digit and complained.
"No, Daddy! Clean me more!"
If she'd seen my broad smile she might have gotten angry. All I had to
do was pat her silken left fanny cheek with my left hand, push my right
middle finger back inside her ass as far as it could go, and whisper to
her in a low and comforting voice as if to ease her fears.
"I'm not gonna stop yet, Angel. All I'm gonna do is move my finger back
and forth until you start to feel good, and then I'm gonna clean you as
long as you want."
"As ... as long as I want, Daddy?"
I was beginning to get the impression that Melissa needed to be spoiled
just as much as all little girls did, except her cravings were more
toward what a pedophile like me needed rather than what normal little
girls expected like dolls and toys.
"Uh huh ... as long as you want, Baby."
"Then ... okay. You can take your finger out."
"No, Sugar. I'm not gonna take my finger out. I'm gonna pull it out
only until just the tip is inside your bummy. After that I'm gonna push
it back in like it is right now."
It might not have been necessary for me to wiggle the tip of my finger
inside her ass, but Melissa seemed to like such a wicked sensation,
because she gasped and then pushed backward into my touch.
"Aaaaah!!!"
My finger was withdrawn just far enough for the first segment of my
digit to remain in her grasp, and after a second or two delay I worked
it back inside her delicious grip. Each time I made a complete circuit
Melissa relaxed a little bit more until by the time half a minute ticked
by my finger was moving back and forth in a regular cadence once each
second.
I finger-fucked her ass for quite a while, and Melissa seemed to really
enjoy her new game, because she kept pushing her butt closer and closer
to my face. That encouraged a new game, so I slipped deeper into the
tub, repositioned myself so my face was low enough, and then began to
tug on her ass with my left hand each time I withdrew my right finger.
Before she knew where I was and how far back her butt had been worked my
mouth was directly under her pussy and I began to offer little kisses to
her reddened and sensitive vulva. Again, I knew to go slowly enough to
give my new playmate enough time to get used to our new game, and I
wasn't disappointed when Melissa reached under her body, between her
legs, and then tugged on my right ear with her right hand.
She liked my kissing and nibbling on her pussy, so after I rotated my
right arm and hand so her anal pleasure could be maintained I pushed up
with my mouth until she pushed back with her pussy.
Any notion of innocence went right out the window when I heard her
whimpering and felt her forcing her body into my face and hand. Melissa
wasn't just a little girl anymore, but a knowledgable, sentient, and
permissive kitten and sexual being.
For me to wiggle the tip of my tongue into her vaginal opening and then
along her tight cleft until I found her clitoris was more than I'd
originally wanted to do, because she might have second thoughts about my
being a naughty man after she grew scared enough to push my face and
hand away from her private places.
But Melissa was a real trouper and moaned while she pushed harder and
harder against my face. I'd always wanted to find a horny little thing
to play with and train, and it appeared that my naked visitor was just
as sexually hungry as I was.
My cock ached with a strong need. Her mouth might have been close
enough to afford me some pleasure of my own, but the bubbles were still
thick enough to hide my erect cock from her view, so it was time to move
our 'game' along. I didn't want to, but in order to give her a nice cum
and have one of my own I pushed against her fanny and the grip of her
right hand around my ear and spoke to her from under her pussy.
"Kitten?"
"Nuh ... yeah, Daddy?"
"I need to make you feel good now, Angel. Move forward so you can sit
on my lap again."
"Do you want me to protect my peepee hole with your thing, Daddy?"
"No, Kitten. I want to clean your bummy with my thing so you can feel
really good."
"Will it feel as good as your finger when you cleaned me, Daddy?"
"I think it will feel even better, Angel, 'cause your tickle friend is
gonna rub your tingle bump really nice and slow and even try to protect
your peepee hole with his finger until you have a really good feeling."
"Cuh ... cuh ... can my tickle friend make me feel good for a long time,
Daddy?"
"Uh huh ... as long as you want."
"Kay."
She knee-walked away from my face, looked over her shoulder, and after
I was sitting up against the back of the tub she shifted back into place
where she'd been the first time. The only significant difference was
the grip she had of my cock and where she was directing the end of it.
My right index and middle fingers were rubbed clean against my thigh so
I didn't despoil the treasure about to be enjoyed, and I was thankful
that I still had enough common sense to keep her healthy.
Since I'd teased her ass open slowly enough and had afforded her a fair
measure of contentment Melissa had no hesitation to push my cock-end to
her ass and then relax her muscles. With almost no reluctance and far
less resistance that the first time my finger went exploring my penis
slipped inside her snug grip until her ass settled down onto my thighs.
Other than another little girl's vagina so many years before Melissa's
tight ass was like Heaven on Earth.
What was more surprising than fucking a bald-pud little girl in the butt
the second day I'd seen her on a bus was her rocking her ass around onto
my lap and arching her back with each forward and backward lunge. It
didn't take very long before my left hand was cupping her left titty and
my right hand was pushing her thighs apart so I could play with her clit
and vagina.
Melissa moaned, whimpered, and cooed as she fucked herself with my cock
and I strummed her clit and teased at her vagina with another finger.
We seemed to be the perfect couple, because the longer she rocked her
hips onto me the more I wanted to keep my penis inside her.
It was only her elevated whimpers an octave or so higher than her normal
voice that I knew she was close to orgasm. To help her along and aide
in her rapture I tickled at her vagina, rolled her clitoris around with
the face of my thumb, and pulled her back onto me each time I thrust up
into her ass.
My young lover never once slowed down until her body began to lose its
rhythmic cadence and her stutters and gyrations became difficult. That
was my cue to peak her and add a little verbal commentary.
"It feels good for Daddy to do this, doesn't it, Kitten?"
"YEAH!!!"
"You want Daddy to give you lots of nice tingle feelings like this every
day and night, don't you, Baby?"
"Yes, Daddy!"
"Tell me what you need, Kitten. Come on ... tell Daddy."
"Make me feel good lots, Daddy! Give me lots of super good tingles!"
"Your Daddy loves you more than anything in the whole world, Angel.
He's gonna give you lots and lots of nice tingles as much as you want
to. All you gotta do is let the good tingles go all over your body, and
then feel that super tingle feeling make your insides all super buzzy."
Her interrupted answer sounded both cute and carnal. I liked the way
Melissa had a difficult time concentrating while she was at the
forefront of a nice cum.
"Like ... like ... like the buzzy ... nuuhhhh ... the buzzy feelings
that ... that you told me ... about before, Daddy?"
She was close, and if I didn't help her along I might lose it before she
did. I was already so close it hurt, but I needed her to give me more
than a nice fuck. I wanted Melissa to share in something that would
forever bond her to me in the most perverse and loving manner possible.
"Yes, Baby. That special buzzy feeling is something that you're gonna
want all the time when we're all alone. If you like that super good
tingle and want to let it go all over your body you've gotta just let it
come out. Don't be scared. Just let it come out of your peepee and
bummy and titties until you think the whole world is gonna explode."
"It ... it ... NUUUUUHHHHH!!!"
A moment later she went rigid, bent forward a little bit, clamped one
hand over the one I was gripping and masturbating her pussy with, held
my other hand in place over her small titty, and gyrated in a slow and
ordered regularity that told me she was having an orgasm ... possibly
even her first.
I couldn't hold back and filled her fanny with as much sperm as I'd ever
produced in my life. I don't think either of us stopped convulsing or
jerking around until a minute or two later.
The only evidence that Melissa was satisfied was when her head flopped
to the side and she went limp in my arms.
It took a couple of minutes of careful maneuvering, but I was able to
get her up out of the tub and onto the commode. After she spent a
minute on the potty and was wiped clean I brought her back into the tub,
warmed the water, settled her onto my lap, skewered her ass with my cock
again, began to masturbate her clit, fuck the entrance of her vagina
with a curious digit, and roll her nipples around with slow and careful
caresses. Nothing would be sacrosanct any longer except for her hymen,
but even that would be eagerly taken when Melissa was ready.
Her body felt so good tight to mine and my cock ensconced inside her
silken grip. I probably could have fucked her in the tub all night, but
we both needed to get cleaned up.
Her hair was shampooed and most of her body washed while my cock
remained in her ass, and poor Melissa was unconscious the whole time.
The only time I gave her any rest was when I needed to clean her
underneath both in front and behind. Once that task was complete,
however, I sheathed my dick inside her luscious butt and knew I'd never
be alone for the rest of my life ... as long as I was careful.
By the time we were lying in bed together naked I'd taken Melissa to the
potty again, watched her pee, wiped her dry and clean, and had turned
all the lights off in my apartment. She might not have minded a whole
lot, but I had no desire to cause her cute fanny any irritation, so I
kept my cock tucked between her thighs from behind and wrapped her up in
a tight embrace with at least one hand playing with a nipple and titty
and the other set of fingers tucked tight to her bald cunny.
"Daddy?"
The room was still dark so I knew it wasn't time to get up yet.
"Mmmm?"
"I gotta go potty."
About the only thing I might not have liked was having to tend to a
little girl's bathroom requirements at night. But then I didn't like
sleeping in a urine-soaked bed either, so I threw the covers off our
bodies and lifted my playmate, lover, and future daughter into my arms.
Even before we'd completely settled back into bed after she finished I
heard my little partner ask for something that made me smile.
"Daddy?"
"Uh huh?"
"Can you protect my peepee with your thing for the whole night?"
I pushed my mouth over the side of her head, kissed her ear, got a
giggle, hugged her tight, and then whispered my reply.
"Tee-hee!"
"Sure, Kitten. You help me just a little bit so I know how much you
want me to protect your private place, okay?"
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Can ... can we do the mommy and daddy thing now that I'm a big girl?"
Rather than answer her I lifted her right knee, tucked my cock under her
and up against her vulva, pushed the tip of my penis into the tight fold
of her developing womanhood, allowed her leg to come back down, and then
kissed her ear before I spoke.
"We need to get some sleep first, Kitten. We'll have lots of time to
give each other nice tingle feelings from now on, okay?"
"Really, Daddy? We can do this as much as we want to?"
"Uh huh. I just need to make sure it feels good for you, Kitten."
"Does it feel good for you too, Daddy?"
"Yes it does, Baby. It feels very nice for you to let me protect your
peepee hole like this."
For the next fifteen minutes I rocked my hips forward and strummed her
bald tenderness with the end of my cock, her labia majora doing their
best to keep a tight grip of my glans as I split her tight cleft with a
constant back and forth motion. There was a strong need in me to force
something into Melissa's young body, but my former desire to obtain a
complete sense of pleasure had been sated by the snug grip of her ass
around my dick. There was also my awareness of how much more Melissa
might grant me if I approached our first fuck with gentleness and love
rather than a carnal need to plunge my cock into a young tight hole.
Each time I worked the tip of my penis along her vaginal opening I could
feel my young lover push down a little bit as if to insist I finish what
we both knew wasn't appropriate. Melissa might have been young, but she
appeared to need to feel grown up, possibly because she didn't want me
to think of her as some disposable life that others probably did before
me. What she wasn't aware of was how much more I needed her than she
might have needed the comfort and protection I could provide.
I tried a few times to work the end of my dick into her snug vaginal
opening, but to no avail. She was either too young, too scared, or too
dry. I could always work on the last two, even if the first point would
put me in jail if anyone knew what I was doing with her. It took a
while but I eventually resisted the need to fuck the child and held my
penis tight into her young crease so I could catch my breath. I wasn't
going to have much of a chance when Melissa whispered again.
"Daddy?"
"Yes?"
"Can you do that thing in my bummy with your thing until the morning
time?"
"Does it feel good to you, Angel?"
"Uh huh! Lots!"
"Okay. Open your legs so I can put it inside your bummy, Baby."
She lifted her right knee again, arched her back, pushed her fanny
backward and into my hips, and seemed truly eager for me to fuck her
butt for another few hours.
Unfortunately we didn't have the copious amounts of water and soap to
make my entrance easier, and Melissa grew frustrated after she realized
our genitals were just too dry to attempt my entry. I didn't want to,
but I had to relent and withdraw the invader.
"No, Daddy! I need to feel good tingles."
"We can't right now, Kitten?"
"How come?"
"Because your bummy is too dry and my thing can't make enough slicky
juice so it can feel good."
"Is there a way I can help your thing make slicky juice, Daddy?"
What the Hell? I'd already done almost everything else with the
permissive child. Why not let her do something for her new Daddy too?
"Well ... there is, but it's gonna seem really scary when I tell you."
"I'm not scared, Daddy. You said I was gonna be scared before, but I
wasn't. Please tell me."
"I'll tell you, but only if you promise to be honest with me and tell me
if you're gonna be scared, okay?"
"Okay."
"Promise?"
"I promise, Daddy."
I fondled her left titty, strummed her pussy cleft, and rolled her clit
around for half a minute in preparation for what I was sure would scare
my young partner to death. I guess I was just as scared if not more so
moments before I whispered into her right ear, because she might tell
someone that I'd butt-fucked her into unconsciousness.
"The best way to help your Daddy is ... is to lick his thing and put it
in your mouth over and over again so I can feel good. That's really
scary, isn't it, Angel?"
"NOOO, Daddy! You kissed my peepee and licked my peepee hole with your
tongue a whole bunch, and I wasn't scared none when you did that. I can
give you lots of good feelings and lick your thing and put it in my
mouth as much as you want me to, Daddy."
"And you're not afraid of doing that, Kitten?"
"Nuh uh!"
"Then ... go ahead and turn around so your peepee is on my face at the
same time your mouth is on my thing, okay?"
Her response was much louder and more animated than I expected.
"KEW-WULL!!!"
Even in the near pitch blackness of my darkened one room apartment
Melissa had perfect aim after she spun around and climbed on top of my
chest. Her pussy landed right over my mouth, and after a few rather
determined tugs she was able to shift herself down my body until her
small mouth and crimson lips began to encircle and then draw my glans
within.
Any evidence of Melissa being intimidated or the least apprehensive
about having a man's penis in her mouth was a long-forgotten notion less
than a minute after she started. She seemed to take on the natural
rhythm and relaxed composure of a true cum-slut far sooner than I could
have dreamed, and she'd be servicing me with her mouth just as often as
her ass whenever we were behind closed doors.
She was *so* good at it in fact that I allowed her to shift down my body
and lost my lingual grip of her pussy before I realized it. But rather
than be upset that I wasn't willing to reciprocate she seemed dead set
on affording me as much pleasure as she could as quick as was possible.
The electric tingle deep inside my body and the tightening of my balls
signalled an offering that she might not be ready for, so I pulled her
butt closer to my face, split her cheeks with both sets of fingers and
thumbs, and then licked her pussy and ass until she was moaning into my
tummy inches away from my cock. By the time she was wet enough and was
almost ready to have her own orgasm I shifted her around, pulled her
tight to my chest, turned sideways in bed, wiggled my cockhead against
her vaginal opening to steal as much oily lubrication as I could, moved
the tip of my slickened cock up between her cheeks, and in far less time
than either of us imagined I was as far inside her tight ass as I could
fit.
A minute or two later she was whimpering, I was grunting, and we were
both thrusting into each other's bodies until she went rigid. I
followed along a second or two later.
What a magical sensation!
In order to preserve that magical feeling I kept up a slow, constant,
and methodical pace in and out of her butt until I could feel her body
starting to buck a second time. As strange as it seemed and in spite of
her age Melissa could be fucked in the ass just long enough for her to
have multiple cums. I had a strong need to keep her going for an hour,
and I was almost able to accomplish my goal, but her grip around my
hands slackened, and her body assumed a much less active role as a
participant in our lovemaking, so I took pity on my chubby underage
lover and took her to the potty again.
When she woke up we were still connected, but I wasn't stroking her.
"Daddy?"
"Mmm hmmm?"
"I love you, Daddy."
"I love you too, Baby."
"Daddy?"
"Uh huh?"
"Can we do this every night until forever?"
I kissed her right ear, gave her a nice tight hug, and pushed into her
little butt as I pulled her backward into me.
"We can do this as many times as you want to, Baby."
"Mmmmmmmmm!"
Her long low whimper seemed to satisfy an inner need that I'd never
known before, and with her little titty and plump pussy in my grasp, and
my cock stuffed into her tight fanny, I held her to my body and fell
asleep. We had only been together for one night, and I could tell our
future was going to be much brighter together than apart.
So much had happened since I helped an orphaned little waif on the bus.
What would this next day bring?
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