Filename:  EMS.txt

Title:  EMS - Energetic Middleschool Sex

Author:  Eliston Gaulfre Rewdius@gmail.com

Codes:  Mg

Keywords:  Cons, Pett, Oral, Pedo, Piv, 1st, Preteen

Summary:  It seemed as if my life was no more than daily masturbation
sessions dreaming of young teens I could never have.  The young girl
about to be a teen next door could have lived on the other side of the
world until I got a phone call from that scared and desperate young lady
asking for my help.  Being her neighbor was probably the only reason she
chose to contact me, and after I found out why she was so scared I knew
I could help her out of a pickle.

Copyright:  2012

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Preface:

This document contains contextual information of an adult nature.
Sensitive and/or non-adult individuals should delete this document
immediately.

If you are under 21 or you are an adult who does NOT wish to view
sexually explicit contextual material, YOU MUST LEAVE NOW!

By continuing you are stating that you are an adult and understand that
falsely claiming otherwise is unlawful and may result in your
prosecution.  You are hereby warned to conduct yourself according to
your local standards regarding the reading of adult erotic material.

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 underage girls.  If you are the least offended
by physical contact of a sexual nature between an adult man and young
female children, then delete this file and be on your way.  There will
be no pity taken on, or comments accepted from anyone who does not heed
this warning.

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 Gaulfre Rewdius@gmail.com

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Ring!!!

"Hello?"

"Mmm-Mister Cassidy?"

The moment I heard Steff's voice I looked at my phone to see where she
was calling from.  She was at home.

"Stephanie?  Are you alright?"

"No."

Her voice sounded as if she was being surrounded by a gang of crazed
rapists.

The first thing I wanted to do was fly out of my house, over the fence,
and do whatever I could to protect the life and safety of my neighbor's
preteen daughter.  Thankfully I had the good sense to listen first, and
then act like a knight in shining armor afterward.

It took a minute for her to get a few words through the phone, but once
I was able to confirm her parent's house wasn't about to burn down, and
there wasn't anyone holding a knife to her throat, she begged me to let
her come over.  How could I refuse Stephanie that sort of comfort, when
she'd grown from a chubby little squealing bundle of joy I wanted to
munch on, to a plump young preteen who I had daily dreams of exploring
all over again after she began to develop into a woman.

Even though she had strict instructions to stay home while her folks
were away I could tell she'd feel better sharing her news at my place,
so the next words out of my mouth sent her to me.

"The front door will be unlocked, Steff."

After she got through the door of my house and was beyond public view
she threw her arms around my body, cried for a minute, and then looked
into my face as if I was the manifestation of her last life line.

"What's wrong, Steff?"

"I, uhhh ... I did something that ... that I kinda can't undo."

To lessen the impact of what a junior high school girl could have done
that would scare her so much I decided to ask an impossible question.

"Did you kill somebody?"

"NO!"

Her enthusiastic reply proved she was coherent enough to understand and
acknowledge that the cops weren't after her.  The fact that she didn't
laugh or at least giggle and see a humorous question meant she was too
scared to think straight.

"Are you pregnant?"

"NO, Mister Cassidy."

Her softer response and the way she looked down instead of into my eyes
confirmed that she wasn't going to implicate some young lad in junior
high or high school for having fathered a baby.  But there was something
in the way she hugged me that felt as if she might have liked that idea.

"Then ... did you find out that I've been having lots of hot monkey sex
with some of the girls in your school?

"Tee-hee."

For her to giggle proved Steff's brain was still working.  For her to
stay silent or at least not argue with me meant she might have had a
better understanding of just what sort of guy I was deep down.  In order
to get her to share what was in her head I asked what could have been a
damning question ... at least if an adult heard me.

"Did you find out that I like to run around the neighborhood at night in
the nude and peek inside little girl's bedroom windows?"

"Tee-hee-hee.  Stop it, Mister Cassidy."

The way she popped the outside of my left upper arm, and then rubbed
back and forth where she hit me as if to allay any pain she could have
imparted, meant she'd been listening to her parents about what boys, and
supposedly nice men, weren't supposed to be doing.  For her to keep
strumming my arm could have implied she wanted to touch me even more
than I'd wanted to fondle her.

For her to remain silent after my last attempt at humor meant I either
needed to try harder to hide what my passions were, or she suspected me
of something other than staring at hot babies instead of their mommies.

Steff remained quiet with her head tucked tight to my body for another
few seconds, and if I didn't get her started she might just stand there
for another hour and tremble.

"Sweetie ... you're gonna have to tell me a little bit more so I can
help you, okay?"

Steff waited, hugged me tighter for a moment, shuddered, and spoke.

"Please promise me that you won't say anything to my parents, Mister
Cassidy.  Please?"

"Come on, Steff.  It can't be *that* bad, can it?"

As soon as I finished my query Steff looked up into my eyes as if to
plead with the governor for clemency and a stay of execution.

"Please, Mister Cassidy.  I need you to promise you won't say nothing to
anybody, okay?"

I thought about it for a few seconds and realized any potential crime
the chubby twelve year old could have committed wouldn't be serious
enough for me to have to reveal, so I figured, "Why not?"

"Okay, Steff.  I promise I won't tell anyone what you did.  Now, tell me
why you look like the world's about to end."

"Can we sit down please, Mister Cassidy?"

"Sure."

Whatever happened seemed to truly terrify her, so I walked with her
attached to my left side into my comfy and conservative living room and
then took a seat close to one large padded arm of my refuge from the
world.  I'd spent more time on that cushioned parcel of Heaven on Earth
for more years than I cared to admit, and about the only place I truly
felt at ease was along the right side where the thick and plush support
was high enough to keep me up where I often fell asleep.

Stephanie took a seat in the middle with about a foot between her right
leg and my left one, and after she sniffed and wiped her eyes she turned
and looked at me as if I was holding the keys to the jail cell of her
favorite male rock star or Hollywood idol.  All I had to do was smile at
her once for her to blush, look down to her hands on her thighs, and
then try to hide my thoughts of molesting the young thing in plain sight
with her friends or parents watching.

"Come on, Steff.  Tell me what's bothering you."

She shifted closer to me on the couch, leaned her head against my left
shoulder, and then fumbled with the ragged threads of her jean shorts
along her right thigh as she mumbled.

"I, uhhh ... I was learning about some stuff, and I, uhhh ... "

My left arm went over her head, around her left shoulder, I pulled her
into my body a little bit, and then whispered into her hair along the
right side of her head.

"It's okay, Steff.  You're not the only one to do something that you're
scared someone might find out about.  Just relax and tell me so I can
help you through this."

I figured she'd sampled some of her father's booze and might have gotten
sick, or maybe got caught playing doctor by one of her friend's parents.
Little did I suspect what she was about to tell me.

"Somebody said it would feel good, so I ... I ... I started to play
with myself, and ... I kinda pushed a little too hard."

So ... my neighbor's daughter was masturbating and most likely rubbed
too hard or for too long and caused her tender clitoris to become
irritated and inflamed.  I had to try hard to keep from chuckling, but I
wasn't able to completely suppress a smile.  It's a good thing she kept
looking down at her lap instead of up and into my gaze, or she might
have seen me grinning like a guy about to score a really sexy young date
who wouldn't be able to resist my creative whiles.

In the most considerate and paternal tone I could muster I wrapped her
up in my arms, gave her a body a squeeze, and then spoke into the top of
her head as if I was her best friend.

"It's okay, Steff.  Everyone tries that at some point.  All you've got
to do is use some ointment on your tender bits, and the irritation will
go away in a couple of days.  But you're gonna have to stop pushing so
hard, or you'll irritate it enough so you won't be able to walk in a
straight line.  People might think you stuffed something long and hard
into a more private and tender place."

I actually felt pretty proud of myself for treating the chubby preteen
more like an adult rather than the irresponsible little child lots of my
neighbors always thought she was.  If her folks had heard me provide
their daughter with such tender and considerate advice they'd probably
be happy with me ... or they would have asked why their daughter felt
more comfortable coming to me for advice than her own mother or father.

For her not to giggle again at my poor attempt to lift her spirits
proved I needed to watch a lot more late night TV so I could learn from
the experts.

But Stephanie wasn't finished.

"It's ... it's not my ... my pleasure button."

I liked the name she gave her clitoris, although her term was much more
accurate a description than a crude medical term that always sounded
much less fun and far more dirty.  For her to confirm she hadn't pushed
against her clitoris too much or for too long made any minor crime she'd
committed a bit harder to imagine, because I always thought of Stephanie
as a pretty level-headed and chaste little girl.

"Then ... what is it?  Did you hurt one or both of your nipples?"

"NO!"

"Steff ... I know this is most likely pretty embarrassing, but you're
gonna have to tell me exactly what's wrong so I can help."

"Will you really help me, Mister Cassidy, even if I did something that's
kinda ... dirty?"

"Sugar ... I'll help you any way I can, and because you've been willing
to come to me for help I'll do anything I can to overlook whatever you
think is so dangerous.  Now ... come on.  Tell me."

She shivered again, took a deep breath, and then in a soft voice while
looking down to her lap Steff shared what she must have felt was a crime
against humanity.

"I pushed a ... pickle too far inside my, ummm ... pussy, and I can't
get it out."

I felt a wave of both lust and embarrassment wash through me at the same
instant.  My formerly innocent and naive little neighbor had been
fucking herself with a cured vegetable, and after shoving it in too far,
most likely because she got too excited, she couldn't get the damned
thing back out again.

What a dilemma.  What a pickle.  The opportunity was almost too sweet.
Could it have been a dill instead?

That's when the conscious portion of my brain almost stopped working,
but I still had just enough blood left in my upper head to consider what
kind of damage a medium sized dill pickle could do to her developing
vagina.

"Don't you think you should call the hospital, or maybe the EMS people
to help you, Sugar?  I'm not a doctor."

She pulled back, stared into my face with an expression that hinted at
seeing her parents, the district attorney, and a federal judge behind
me, and spoke harshly enough to confirm she had *no* desire in sharing
what she'd done with anyone else.

"NO!  Nobody can know what I did!  They'll laugh at me for the rest of
my life, and I'd die if anyone found out."

This was both good and bad news for me.

"So ... what do you want *me* to do?"

"Can you help me get it out, Mister Cassidy ... please?"

Reluctance might prove a better tactic than excitement as it relates to
staring at and then fondling a preteen's twat.

"Well, I don't know."

"Pretty please, Mister Cassidy?  I promise I'll do whatever you want."

She shouldn't have been making those sorts of blanket offers, because in
spite of my being their next door neighbor I was also a rampant older
pedophile in hiding, whether she knew I'd been fucking my right hand
while dreaming of her for years or not.

"Well ... "

"Please, Mister Cassidy?  I don't know who else to turn to, and I can't
call my doctor or the hospital, 'cause they'll tell my folks.  You
*HAVE* to help me, because I trust you more than anyone in the whole
world."

By the tone of her voice it sounded as if Stephanie might consider
something a lot more dangerous than just her fingers to get the invader
out, so I did my best to calm my nerves and not give my young guest the
impression that I'd been looking forward to just this sort of delicious
opportunity for years.

"Okay, Steff.  I'll help you."

A fraction of a second later I was being hugged like I'd never been
hugged before.  Stephanie's intense grip around my neck was so tight
that I thought she might make me pass out.

"Easy there, Chief!  Just relax, okay?"

"But, how can I relax when I pushed ... something inside my ... body
like that?  I need to get it out, or something really bad might happen."

Rather than sound excited I decided on a practical course of action.

"When are your folks expected home?"

"They won't be home for another three or four hours.  You need to help
me get it out before then so I can go home, take a bath, and be in bed
before they find out what I did."

"Okay.  I think that should be enough time."

Yeah, right!  The thought of me spending more than a minute between the
chubby little angel's thighs would be a lifetime's achievement for a man
who'd been surfing for underage porn for the last twenty years.  Had
Stephanie known I had a thing for next door neighbor types and the girls
who weren't the blond bombshells or buxom babies that most other guys
had the hots for she might have considered asking Missus Applewhite two
doors further down the road.

"What do you want me to do, Mister Cassidy?"

"First of all, I need for you to relax, Kitten.  Nothing terrible is
gonna happen, and you haven't permanently caused your body harm."

She pulled back and looked at me as if I'd just insulted every girl in
her school and tried to convince her it was somebody else's idea.

"How do you know *that*, Mister Cassidy???  You haven't even looked
inside my ... pussy or know what I pushed up inside my body!!!"

A broad smile on my face couldn't be suppressed, and she must have
thought I was a cruel and insensitive person, because I saw her bottom
lip quivering even more than it was before and both her eyes fill with
an ocean of salt spray.

The only way to respond to her would be in an adult manner and as
candidly as I could, so I twisted in place on the cushion, gripped her
shoulders with the determination of a father about to give his child a
lecture, took her face into both hands to bring our gaze into alignment,
and stared into her eyes with an expression that hinted I was about to
tell her some really bad news.

"Sweetie ... unless you stuffed a baseball bat up inside your vagina I
seriously doubt you're in any medical distress.  Besides, if you had
done something dangerous you'd be in a lot of pain right now.  You're
not in pain, are you?"

She lowered her face a little bit and shook her head side-to-side two
times as she fumbled with the tattered edges of her shorts over both
full and very silky thighs.

"One of the things you need to understand is just how flexible your body
is in lots of very intimate places, especially your vagina.  After all,
a baby's head is *much* larger than a pickle, and women have been giving
birth to babies far longer than they've been eating pickles with vanilla
ice cream ... or stuffing both into their pussies."

"Tee-hee!"

She might not have wanted to giggle, but I felt a lot better that she
did.

In order to let her be in control I released her face, leaned back,
waited a few seconds, and when I saw her look up into my eyes I knew she
was anxious to be rid of her legume toy.

"How are you gonna help me?"

"Well, the first and most important thing for me to do is convince you
that you're not in any real danger.  Once you relax a little bit you'll
realize that this will be over really soon, and after we get you all
cleared out you can look back at this as a learning experience that you
won't ever repeat."

The moment she peeked up into my gaze I knew she had no plans to listen
to any of my sage advice about keeping things out of her body.  That
seemed especially so for anything that might bring her vaginal or
clitoral pleasure.

"The next thing we need to talk about is how you're gonna feel about me
looking at and touching you in such an intimate place on your body.  You
and I haven't exactly been drinking buddies or lovers, so you're gonna
have to tell me if you're gonna be okay taking your jean shorts and
panties off so I can help you."

She kept looking at her hands on her lap and shrugged, a sure sign that
she had more to say than she felt comfortable with.

"Come on, Steff.  I've lived next door to your family since you were a
little girl.  We know each other really well, and your folks consider me
one of your distant uncles, but you've never come to me for anything
even *remotely* like this in the past, so you're gonna have to help me a
little bit here."

I took her a few seconds to build her courage up, but when she did it
was like controlling a broken water pipe that had a hundred pounds of
pressure inside.

"I guess I've always liked you, Mister Cassidy, 'cause you don't yell at
me or the other kids in the neighborhood when we do crazy stuff, or stay
out really late in the neighborhood, or when we wanna listen to music
super loud.  You've always been super nice to me when my mom and dad
asked you to take care of me when they went out, and I guess I liked you
a lot more than my other sitters 'cause you let me stay up late and
watch TV, or use my dad's computer, or just talk to my friends on the
phone even after I was supposed to be in bed and asleep."

So it seemed she'd noticed my relaxed demeanor and unspoken need for her
to be comfortable around me.  That felt good, but what made me feel a
lot better was what I was going to be doing in little more than ten
minutes time.

After her brief monologue she turned a little bit more, leaned closer to
my left side, and whimpered as she whispered to me.

"Please help me, Mister Cassidy.  Even though you're probably right
about my pussy not being hurt I still wanna get the pickle out fast,
okay?"

"Okay, Steff.  Why don't we go to my master bedroom, then?"

Her animated nod proved she was genuinely eager to be rid of her
masturbatory toy.  The moment we both rose from my couch she spun in
place and wrapped me up in a hug that I only imagined a favored young
boy might receive if she liked him.  What she uttered into my chest a
moment later proved she must have truly needed a friend and confidant at
the most embarrassing of times.

"Thanks for helping me, Mister Cassidy."

Speaking into the top of her hair I gave her an equally ardent embrace
and wished I could do more than help her once.

"Don't worry about it, Kiddo.  We'll get you through this."

I then let a few words escape that should have stayed inside my head.

"You might even like how it feels while I'm helping you."

Steff had been in every room of my house for years, so for her to walk
to and through my bedroom door was no more provocative than for me to
carry her to bed when she fell asleep while I watched over her.  But
it's what she began to do after we were both inside that made my heart
race and my head spin, because without any hints or further instructions
from me she undid her jean shorts, wiggled her way out of them, let them
drop to the floor, and then tugged her panties down as if she'd always
stripped herself naked in front of me.  To be fair I'd seen Steff in her
panties and less since she was in elementary school, so it was obvious
she was comfortable enough in my presence to undress.

To further add to the wonderful scene she also tugged her t-top off and
then undid her bra, all of her clothes lying in a heap next to my bed.
It had been a while since I'd see her completely naked, particularly
after she'd begun to sprout two lovely little titties, and I had no
desire to question her motives or plans as she stood with at least one
hand covering her plump little coochie and her other arm over her small
titties.

To make her feel a little better and try to relax her I pulled her into
another snug embrace and whispered into the top of her head.  The feel
of her full, warm, silken, and naked body stirred more than a little
excitement in mine.

"You'll be okay, Steff.  I promise.  After this is over you and me will
have a special secret that nobody will ever know about.  Once you're
feeling better I'll help you understand a bit more than you might have
considered, and we'll find a way for you to enjoy some private time and
plenty of intimate pleasure masturbating without having to raid the
pantry or the vegetable bin of the fridge."

She probably could have smacked me hard enough to double over in pain,
but she was apparently so frightened she wasn't able to enjoy my pitiful
humor.  Maybe later.

"The next thing we'll need to do is assess what kind of predicament
you're in, Kiddo.  Lie down on my bed face up so I can give you a quick
pelvic exam."

"Kay."

She turned, climbed onto my bed, and just as I asked she took up a spot
in the middle facing the ceiling.  Rather than lie there like a dead
fish anticipating she was going to hate every moment I saw her blush and
let a grin escape as she lifted her knees, cocked them out, placed her
bare feet against the top of the bed, and looked like a young woman who
knew what a gynecologist expected.  She had no idea what I wanted.  That
was my cue to climb onto the bed between her splayed thighs and
determine for myself just how long this medical procedure was going to
take.  If I was lucky I might be able to make it last for half an hour.

Her vulva was still devoid of any hair, and her labia majora were plump
and over-ripe pink peach slivers that looked tasty enough to feast upon
for about twenty-to-life.  The crimson indentation where her vagina was
glistening, most likely from arousal, appeared to have suffered a fair
amount of physical abuse from the local high school football team, but
she never mentioned anything about the Screaming Eagles having done
their best to score with my preteen neighbor or pluck her virginity from
the child like a fish from a lake.  The sheen of her vaginal opening,
and the way her vulva along the length of her slit appeared quite a bit
redder than what could have been normal might have been because of her
level of excitement at my staring at her pussy, but she'd admitted to
having masturbated, so her abuse was totally self-inflicted.

It might have been unnecessary for me to do it, but once I was close
enough to her body I reached out, caressed her bare pooching pubic crown
a little bit, and whispered.

"Just relax, Steff.  I promise I'll be careful and as gentle as I can
be, okay?"

"Kay."

"If I touch you in a way that makes you uncomfortable I want you to tell
me right away.  Just because you're naked on my bed it doesn't mean I
can take liberties with you or treat you like some skank 'ho' from your
school.  I know what kind of trouble a guy can be in if he touches a
young lady in a way that causes her distress, so you need to understand
that I'm not going to take advantage of you, alright?"

"Thank you Mister Cassidy.  I knew I could trust you."

"Of course you can, Kiddo.  You can trust me more than anyone, 'cause
nobody other than your mom and dad loves you as much as I do.  Besides,
all of us have certain needs now and then, so what you did is probably
no more dangerous than what I do or think about every day."

She actually smiled at me and caressed my hand as it rested across her
bare and ample cunny.  If she'd tugged on my hand I might have worked my
digits up her body and claimed at least one of her sexy little titties
and a bright pink erect nipple that needed a skilled man's mouth.

My hand came back, I caressed the inside of her left thigh about six
inches from her naked vulva, and whispered once again.

"I'm gonna need to touch your vulva and vagina in a pretty intimate
manner, Steff.  I know this is embarrassing, but I'm gonna need to
wiggle at least one finger inside you to see how far the pickle is."

"Okay.  I know you won't hurt me, Mister Cassidy.  You can touch me any
way you need to ... or want."

I liked the idea and her willingness to afford me that much leeway, but
what was even more thrilling was her permissive nature at my wishing to
explore her a bit more beyond the primary purpose of her visit.

At the moment the tip of my longest right finger came into contact with
her naked cleft she flinched and tried to clamp her knees together.  My
response was to place my hand over her vulva, give it a slow squeeze,
and whisper a question in a conspiratorial tone that might prove I had
other things on my mind than just medical assistance.

"Has any boy ever touched your vulva or explored your vagina, Steff?"

"No ... no boys."

She let just enough information out for me to ask the next and possibly
the most damning question.

"Have you let one or two girls touch your vulva and help you understand
your body so you're not clueless about sex?"

She looked at her fingers as they wrestled over her sternum and let a
single nod escape while her face bloomed a deep vermilion.  There was no
need for me to make her feel worse, so some comforting and supportive
words needed to be shared.

"I'm glad your first sexual experiences have been with girls, because
young boys aren't exactly the best sex education teachers."

Her eyes shot up to meet my gaze, went big around as if she was shocked
I'd admit something like that, or had seen her dad behind me.  Then her
expression mimicked her belief that I might have been a better ally than
she might have imagined.

She had no idea.

"Besides ... girls teaching other girls about sex is better, because
they don't have the same carnal need to ... fuck everything that wears
a dress.  Young guys can be like that sometimes, especially when a young
woman is beginning to ask questions about her body."

Steff kept watching my face as if she was horrified I knew and had the
balls to utter 'that' word.  By the look on her face she must have
anticipated hearing that I was a lesbian trapped in a man's body, but we
had a recovery to make, and I needed to get at least one of my fingers
inside such a luscious bald pussy before too much time went by.

"Just relax and let me take care of you, Steff.  I'm gonna touch your
vaginal opening now."

Rather than say anything and reveal her thoughts all she did was let
another little grin escape, looked down, appeared a bit more calm, and
then nodded.  Her legs came apart just like a flower eager for the sun's
warmth first thing in the morning, and I craved to pollinate the virgin
beauty being offered to my gaze.  If she kept offering her body like
that I might leave her with a far different impression of me.

The second time my right middle fingertip touched her vulvar cleft she
didn't flinch.  That was a good sign.

Using a slow and methodical pace I worked the tip of my finger up and
down her tight hairless split, not so much to push in, but to revel in
the smooth feel of her slick, hot, and eager baby-soft flesh.  Damn, her
pussy was so soft!

I could have kept wiggling my fingertip up and down her cleft for an
hour and considered myself lucky for being beaten and raped in prison
after the cops found out I'd enjoyed a preteen on my bed, but my task
was little more than an inch or two further down and in, so I prepared
to stick my finger into a light socket with the switch turned on.

Her facial expression went from shock and horror to contentment and then
surprise when I twisted my digit and followed the path taken by a cured
cucumber.  But for her to suck her bottom lip between her teeth, arch
her back as if she was anxious to push up into my touch rather than away
from it, and then rock her hips up as if to invite me to fuck her
revealed a need that only a gentle and loving man could contend with.

"You okay, Steff?  Am I hurting you?"

She blurted her answer out as if under tremendous stress.

"YES ... NO!"

By the way her hips were undulating onto my finger, her brow was
furrowed and I could see the muscles on her forehead quivering, and a
little grunt she couldn't suppress, I knew Steff liked being touched and
masturbated.  If we had enough time, and I grew brave enough to test
her, she'd find out just how skilled I could be in medical procedures.

The chubby naked preteen was starting to get her rocks off, so it was
time I helped her in ways that she'd never imagine.  The fact that I was
helping her out of a pickle meant she couldn't very well rat on me for
enjoying a little bit of time with a naked child on my adult bed.

With half of my middle finger tucked inside her vagina and Steff about
to reveal an orgasm on the horizon I 'allowed' my thumb to split her
vulvar cleft and nestle between her bald slivers of softness.  The
instant I touched her clitoris and maintained pressure she grunted,
arched her back hard, pushed up into my hand, and gripped the bed cover
along the sides of her body.

There was no mistaking what I was doing nor the way I was affecting my
young neighbor, and I wasn't about to miss out on just a minute of
loving abuse for a young woman who wanted to learn all she could as
quickly as possible.  My responsibility as a loving adult meant I could
enjoy her pleasure vicariously and take pleasure in watching a preteen
have a truly delicious, and prolonged, orgasm.

In a slow rolling motion I drew a series of circles around her clit and
felt her hips and pussy follow my movements as if I was using one of
those little blue pointing devices nestled between the keys of a laptop
keyboard.  She literally followed each of my movements like an obedient
puppet on strings, her body so easy to control and needs so incredibly
strong that if any other boy or man had the chance I did Steff would
learn a lot more about life ... and sex than she'd planned on.

Cruelty is only determined by a person's desire to exact control over
another, and it was terribly cruel for me to discontinue her pleasure by
removing my thumb from her clitoris.  Proof of that was when Steff let
out a low moan, looked down her naked body at me as if she was angry,
and then grunted at me as she arched her back and pushed her pussy into
my hand.  I knew what she wanted, she knew what I was willing to give
her, but I needed her to ask for it rather than for me to just take what
I'd always craved.

The moment she stared into my gaze we both knew I wasn't touching her on
that very sensitive bundle of nerves to help her with her pickle
problem.  But I was a mature and experienced man, and I asked her a
question to place just enough doubt in her mind to keep me from having
to spend the rest of my short tortured life in jail.

"Are you nice and relaxed now, Steff?  I didn't want you to be scared
when I stuck my finger any further inside your vagina?"

"You ... your thumb ... "

"Would you like for me to take my thumb out and finish getting the
pickle out now, or does it help relax you for me to touch you like this
for a little while?"

For me to roll her clitoris around for a moment confirmed we both knew
what I was doing and how much fun we'd be having.

"No ... I mean ... yeah ... I mean ... "

She kept looking at me for a few seconds as if there was a question just
inside her lips.  All I had to do was wait long enough.

"Mister Cassidy?"

"Yeah, Steff?"

"It ... it helps me to relax if ... when you put your thumb ... on my
clit, so ... "

"What, Steff?  You know you can ask me anything, 'cause I'm willing to
be your best friend, your closest neighbor, and I promise I'll never
tell anyone about this."

"Honest, Mister Cassidy?  You won't say nothing to nobody?"

"Not unless you want me to."

"Then ... "

"Come on, Kitten.  Ask me."

"Mister Cassidy?"

"Yes?"

"Would you ... would you rub my clit with your thumb when you push your
finger inside my pussy, please?  It really helps to take my mind off of
how stupid I was to push that pickle inside my body."

"You weren't being stupid, Steff.  A young woman needs to learn about
her body and sexual pleasure at some point.  You just should have asked
me about your need before you chose something that you couldn't get out
if it went too far inside you, that's all."

"You ... you would have told me what to use, Mister Cassidy?"

"Well of *course* I would have, Steff!  Just because I'm an older guy
doesn't mean I'm not willing to help a sexy lil babe when she needs to
learn about the facts of life."

Her grin and blush looked good on her.  The moment I tucked my thumb
between her labia majora and found her clit again she quit smiling,
hissed, and arched her back even more than before.

"Sssssss!"

The way she pushed against my hand the tip of my finger traveled just
far enough inside her vagina to touch the anterior end of the pickle.
It was in deeper than I expected, and I was both pleased and worried at
the same time.

Pleased, because she could obviously take a man's cock without any real
discomfort.

Worried, because it was going to require me to think hard about how I
was going to retrieve the cured veggie.

It didn't take very long nor more than some determined manipulations of
her clitoris before Steff was at the precipice of an orgasm.  Either her
girlfriends hadn't helped her yet, or Steff wasn't brave enough to ask
to be masturbated to orgasm, because the more she moaned and grunted,
and the more animated her movements were on my bed, the more certain I
was that the preteen had never enjoyed a nice cum before.

That dilemma was solved when Steff's body stopped moving, all her
muscles went rigid, and then she convulsed in an exaggerated fashion as
if she was having a seizure.  Her eyes and mouth were clamped tightly
shut, her brow was deeply furrowed, her knuckles were white as they
gripped the coverlet along her hips, and her thighs twitched with a
trembling cascade of tremors that couldn't be masked as anything but
ecstatic bliss.

By the time she came down and her body stopped trembling her head
flopped to the side and she was out cold.  In spite of my supportive
nature and desire to treat my preteen friend with every measure of
gentility I wasn't a fool.

For the next five minutes my mouth was locked tight to her bald little
junior high school pussy, I feasted on her with my lips and tongue as if
I'd never enjoyed such a treat, and both hands cupped and toyed with her
small breasts with no reluctance at all.  It was wrong for me to have
oral sex with Steff and fondle her developing titties, but she'd given
me permission to touch and explore her, so I took it.

It might have been cruel for me to masturbate her when I was supposed to
be helping the preteen, but it was downright despicable for me to suck
on her clit while she was unconscious.  Forcing my pink pickle hard
enough against her pleasure button to make her flinch over and over
again while she was unconscious and flick it around with the tip of my
tongue so her orgasms flowed out of her body like the water over the
crest of an overfilled dam brought me almost as much pleasure as it did
Steff.

With each orgasm I could feel her pussy lunge up into my face, and I
delved into her charms as if I'd be dead before the next sunrise.  Never
had I imagined I might enjoy my neighbor's pussy so much, and in spite
of my relationship with the family I wasn't about to miss out on such a
tender prize when it was being offered so willingly.

In the middle of giving her orgasm number five or six I was able to
wiggle my longest finger inside her glove-tight pussy enough to feel the
dimensions of the near end of the pickle.  It wasn't as big around in
diameter as I suspected, but it was certainly big enough to prove that
she could take a man's cock rather than some inanimate legume.

I was tempted.

When her eyes came open and she looked down her body at me I was still
sitting between her splayed thighs and softly strumming her vulva.

"You okay, Steff?  It looked like you passed out on me."

"What ... what happened, Mister Cassidy?"

"You had a cum, Sweetie ... an orgasm."

"I did?  That's what an orgasm feels like?"

"You've never had one before?"

Stupid question!

"No!"

"Didn't your girlfriends show you how to enjoy your own body?"

"No ... they just showed me where a guy's cock is supposed to go."

"What did they use ... their fingers?"

"Yeah ... and the handle of my hairbrush."

I'd always believed that was a myth.

"And they didn't give you an orgasm before?"

"No ... but ... "

"But what, Steff?"

"I'm glad they didn't."

"You're glad?"

"Uh huh."

"Why?"

"Because it was better if a real man gave me my first one so it could be
special, and so I could remember it for the rest of my life."

She grinned, blushed a lovely vermilion, and her expression hinting at a
need that she'd kept locked up inside her head and heart.

Who was I kidding?  The child couldn't have wanted to be intimate with
me in the same manner I'd been fantasizing about her for years.

What the Hell?  I wasn't going to be able to enjoy it a second time
anyway, so why not push the child for some unspoken truths.

"Did you like how it felt when I gave you a cum, Kitten?"

She nodded and kept looking down her body as if to avoid sharing the
truth with me.

"Did I help you feel really nice?"

She nodded a second time, this time looking right into my eyes.

"Well ... after I get the pickle out I can show you how to have as many
nice cums as you want to, and you won't need any silly boys, dirty old
men, or pickles to help you, neither."

"Tee-hee."

We looked into each other's gaze for a few seconds, and when her brain
was clear enough she whispered.

"Are you gonna be able to get it out of my pussy, Mister Cassidy?"

"Yes I will, Kitten.  Now that you're all relaxed it will be a lot
easier to do that.  But you might think my method is gonna sound
strange.  Will you let me do what I need to without asking lots of silly
questions about why and how and stuff like that?"

"Uh huh.  I trust you.  You can do whatever you want and I won't say
nothing."

"Be careful what you offer me, Steff.  Older men love to hear sexy lil
babies whisper those kinds of words."

"Tee-hee-hee."

I loved to hear her giggle.

"Mister Cassidy?"

"Uh huh?"

"If you could ... what would you do with me if I let you?"

Since her question sounded mature enough I figured she was old enough to
hear the truth.

"Mostly touch and fondle you and spend at least an hour with my lips and
tongue where my finger is."

"You ... you'd lick me and give me more cums?"

"Of course I would, Steff.  Giving a little angel like you lots of cums
is an old man's dream."

"You wouldn't wanna ... "

"Come on, Steff.  You know you can say the words.  I won't be upset."

"Even ... *that* word?"

"Any word, Steff."

She hesitated for a few moments, rolled her fingers around, looked down
her body toward what I wanted to feast on, and then spoke again.

"Wouldn't you wanna ... fuck me?"

"Yes I would, but I wasn't gonna bring that up unless you did."

"Why not?"

"Because it's illegal for a man my age to have sex with a young woman
your age."

"But, if it's illegal why would you want me to ask you about it first?"

"Because then I'd know you might like the idea instead of being grossed
out at the thought of an older man wanting to have sex with you."

Her mind was spinning in all sorts of directions, and I could tell she
might lose herself to secret notions of spending hours with me on my bed
doing things that I'd always fantasized about.  In order to bring her
back on task I pat her vulva and whispered.

"How about if we took care of what's inside your vagina before we
consider putting anything else of mine in there?"

"Tee-hee."

"Lie still for me, relax, and I'll be right back."

She looked into my eyes as if she wanted me to fill her cunny with
something more than my finger.  I could have waited for her to ask lots
of questions, but jumping to my feet and running out of my bedroom
prevented her from providing any potentially long and involved queries.

When I returned I had two long ice cream spoons in my right hand, but
she couldn't see them because she was staring at my face.  Just as I had
before I climbed onto the bed between her feet, tugged her knees apart,
reveled in the view of a young woman at the moment of her sexual
development, and then smiled as I spoke.

"You ready?"

"Is it gonna hurt?"

"No more than when the pickle went in."

"Then ... I'm ready."

The spoons were dropped to the bed between us where she couldn't see
them, I shifted closer, and then slipped my middle finger back into her
glove-tight vagina in the same slow and determined manner I'd done the
first time.  Once my digit was all the way in and my thumb was rolling
her clitoris around she grunted at me and spoke again.

"Thanks for helping me relax, Mister Cassidy.  You can do that as much
as you want."

"You're welcome, Steff.  Just lie back and enjoy this.  If it's in any
way uncomfortable I want you to say so."

"No way!  It feels great!"

For the next few minutes I strummed her clit, fingered her pussy, and
watched in rapt fascination as her body twitched and jerked.  Nothing of
my deed had anything to do with the pickle inside her body, and more to
do with something else I wanted to replace it with.

After her third orgasm in a row I began to slip one of the spoons into
her vagina with the bowl of the utensil facing the legume until the
handle almost disappeared.  The second spoon was admitted as well, but
with the curved portion opposite the original one.

Holding the spoons between my right index finger and thumb I clamped
onto the pickle and began to remove her masturbatory toy.  Even while I
was performing a pickle-ectomy Steff kept having little seizures of
sexual delight.  The child was a living cum factory if stroked or rubbed
just right, and I was planning on rubbing her just right for as long as
I could.

The feeling of the pickle being removed must have rubbed her G-spot in a
manner that she wasn't expecting, because the junior high girl went
through the same gyrations as before, had another delicious orgasm, and
fainted again.  That was good for me, because I'd be able to enjoy her
softness for another half hour once the cuke was removed.  That happened
with an inglorious soft 'slurp' a few moments later and while she wasn't
awake to see me do it.

The green dill wasn't nearly as big as I'd anticipated, and holding it
close to my left thigh I knew I could improve upon Steff's pleasure with
a little coaxing.  Her parents would cut me in half with a rusty butter
knife if they knew what I was planning, but Steff was in the driver's
seat as far as sex was concerned.

It felt wonderful for her thighs to be tight to my ears and for her feet
to be drumming my spine as her legs quivered and calves twitched.  But
it was when she pushed her hands around the back of my head, grabbed two
hands full of my thinning hair, and then pulled into her body hard that
proved she knew where I was and what I was doing.  For her to whimper
and moan, push hard into my mouth, and call my name in a low murmur
afforded me years worth of wonderful dreams and masturbation sessions.

"Oh, Mister Cassidy!  Your tongue is so much better than my finger!"

With that admission I endeavored to improve upon my technique and make
the child mine ... at least in bed, so I sucked on her clit, nibbled on
it as it was forced hard between my lips, and felt her convulse and jerk
around as if I was beating her with a leather whip.  Even with my added
stimulation Steff seemed dead-set on enjoying what I was providing.

For her to faint a third time filled me with pride, and tempted me to
fill her with my cock.

When she awoke I was lying next to her, still dressed, and fondling her
naked pussy.  Rather than get mad or look embarrassed Steff moaned,
arched her back, and told me everything I needed to hear.

"If I knew you could give me such wonderful feelings, Mister Cassidy, I
would have asked you to finger me four years ago."

"Four years, huh?  What happened when you were eight?"

"I guess you don't remember, huh?"

"No, I don't."

"When you were babysitting me about a month after my birthday party
there was this storm that scared me a whole bunch.  I begged you to come
lie down with me until I felt better, and you did."

I remembered a lot more than I wanted to admit, but I needed for her to
tell me everything.

"Ohhhhh, yeah!"

"You thought I fell asleep, but I didn't.  After the really scary part
was over you pulled my nightgown up and rubbed me on my panties for like
a super long time right where my tingle bump is, and it felt so good I
wanted to tell you to do it for like forever, but I was too scared."

I'd always suspected she'd been awake, but until that moment I never
knew just how much she might have remembered.

"Ever since then I've tried to figure out a way to ask you to rub me
like that again, but I was still too scared.  If I knew you could give
me feelings even a million times better than when you were just rubbing
my panties I would have come over and made you do it every day."

"Really?  So you've been anxious to feel good then?"

"Uh huh!  But I was always scared to say anything, 'cause my mom and dad
would freak if they knew I wanted you to rub my pleasure bump like a
whole bunch every day."

"They'll never find out, will they?"

"No way!"

"Where do we go from here?"

"Don't you wanna keep rubbing my tingle bump and playing with my pussy
all the time?"

"I sure do, but I don't like to make those kinds of assumptions, Angel."

"Mister Cassidy?"

"Uh huh?"

"Can you be my first guy ... for real?"

"When are your folks coming home?"

She turned her head, saw the clock on my night stand, and then turned
back to face me.

"In about two hours."

"Do you want your first time to be super special and something you want
to remember for the rest of your life, or do you want it to be fast and
potentially too quick to enjoy?"

By the look on her face she didn't have to think hard about which sort
of pleasure she craved, but she also seemed troubled with not getting
what she wanted as soon as she needed it.

"Can you help make it special?"

"Yes I can, but that means we'll need to wait until some other time when
your parents aren't going to be home to interrupt us."

"But ... I'm at your house, Mister Cassidy."

"They'll want to know where you are when they get home, won't they?"

"Oh!  Yeah."

"Then ... for the next couple of hours we'll have to figure out what to
do so you'll have a chance to feel good, but without me making love to
you.  Do you have anything in mind?"

"Can you lick me for the next two hours, Mister Cassidy?"

It didn't even take me a half-second to understand and respond to her
query, and I was face-first between her luscious thighs before she could
repeat her request.

That little girl could have lots of drawn out cums, and I did everything
possible to see to it she had as many as was possible.  By the time the
clock showed no more than fifteen minutes before her parents' arrival I
was smiling, her lips were quivering, she was completely spent, and I
felt as if I could jump over my own house without a problem.

Steff looked drunk when I walked her home, and she was more than a
little horny after I helped her into her bedroom and toward her bed.
She was so anxious for yet more sexual stimulation that she made a game
of stripping for me, and then tugged on my face to draw my mouth
directly onto her plump vulva.  I shouldn't have done it, but I spent a
few minutes enjoying a young girl's excitement, enthusiasm, and intense
sexual hunger.  She nearly convinced me to get in bed with her and
finish what I'd wanted to start at my house.

When I saw her folks drive up about ten minutes after I was back inside
my house I thanked my lucky stars for talking myself out of fucking the
preteen for any length of time.  Touches, licks, and lots of kissing
were fun, but if I'd dropped my pants I'd be in jail before midnight.

It took a week, but Steff figured out how to convince her folks to let
her have a sleepover at my house.  I don't know what she said, or what
she promised her folks, but for her mother to call me and 'ask' for
their daughter to spend some time with me over a long weekend while the
adult couple was headed out of town to visit friends proved she'd been
successful.  I'd be just as successful less than an hour after she
walked into my house if I wanted to rape the child, but I thought of a
more memorable evening for her to take with her into young adulthood.

To make our first 'date' special I talked her into a sexy dress rather
than out of her panties, I got all decked out in a three-piece suit, and
I took her to an expensive sit down restaurant.  I even let her have my
red wine during our meal and switched her grape juice with my goblet of
zinfandel so she'd feel a little buzz and a little grown up.  Her second
and third goblets were of the unfermented grape variety, but she never
noticed.

Steff was all over me in the car on the way home, and she even pulled
her panties down and off before I got my car inside the garage.  If that
was any indication of how horny she was I was going to be in trouble.  I
had the perfect remedy, though, and was going to get her to disarm me
with her mouth or hands so I could take advantage of a few little blue
pills I'd gotten from my family doctor.

I could have just thrown her onto my bed and fucked her lights out, but
I wanted Steff to remember her first night as something truly special.

For her to want to give me a blow job proved she was conscious enough of
who she was with and what we were going to be doing, and to make it a
truly shared experience I tugged her pussy to my face so I could give
her a nice cum when I painted her tonsils with my sperm.

She had at least two nice little cums before I allowed her to swallow my
semen, and once I was relaxed enough to enjoy the next four or five
hours of continuous sex with a twelve year old I turned her over so we
could fondle each other and visit while the little blue pill took
effect.  She might have thought I was giving her a chance to recover
from continuous hip lurches into my face, but I was preparing myself,
and her, for a long night of slow, wild, and even perverse sex.

It was only after she'd insisted for the fifth time for us to 'do it'
that I nodded and allowed her to pull me onto her as she lie on her
back.  It was the first time I'd ever planned to fuck an underage girl
on my adult bed, but if I was lucky it wouldn't be my last.

She watched my face as I hovered over her and rubbed the end of my cock
against her clitoris, and once it was too much for her she closed her
eyes, sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, and tried to pull me into
her.  Torturing her by going slow was much more fun, and it took me
almost an hour for the full length of my penis to disappear into her
bald and very tight little pussy.

Any notion of her resorting to pickles was lost when her eyes came open
as the flare of my glans scraped against her G-spot.  She actually
looked up into my face as if she was horrified and suddenly realized
what she'd asked me to do.  When she wrapped her young calves around my
ass and hugged me with her arms I knew she was just overwhelmed.

After I found a chink in her armor I repeatedly rubbed that lovely
little internal love-button until she was nearly screaming and enjoying
yet another vaginal orgasm.  For me to do it a second, third, and then
fourth time just proved I'd wanted to own a young girl who'd be willing
to do anything I wished.  When she fainted and her limbs went slack I
worked my cock back and forth inside her tight vagina so I could enjoy
the feel of such illegal flesh.

The sensation was so great I began to feel another load of baby makers
about to be produced, and I had no desire to leave any gobs of DNA
inside her body for the police to use against me if Steff ever came to
her senses, so I disconnected our genitals, shifted up the bed, and
teased at her lips until her mouth granted me entry.  She hadn't given
me specific permission to do it, but when she woke up and felt me
fucking her face Steff wasn't the least bit upset.  In fact, she took to
my lurid deed with gusto, and took my cock as far into her mouth as I
could go.  A half minute later I painted the back of her tongue with
another load of harmless sperm.

We took a break, got something cool to drink, spent a few minutes alone
in the bathroom, and once I'd taken yet another blue pill returned to
bed.  Steff was a giggly little girl when she ran back into my bedroom,
and I liked her attitude much more than an older and more demanding
woman.

The second time we merged our sexes she was sitting on my hips and I
played with her jiggling little titties.  She whimpered, moaned, made
all sorts of promises to me about being loyal and wanting to always be
my girl, but she was just a preteen and prone to saying anything just to
feel good.  I didn't care what came out of her mouth, and was more
concerned with what went into it or her pussy.

By four that next morning Steff was actually pleading with me to let her
stay at my house longer than one weekend, and I was tempted to ask her
folks if I could adopt the child until she was eighteen so I could marry
her.  Reality reared its ugly head when I heard her cell phone buzz and
inform us that she was getting a text message.

The funny thing was Steff didn't want to quit having sex, and after
she'd located and then brought her cell phone back with her she settled
onto my hips as if we'd been having sex for years and began to type to
one of her girlfriends.  I just hoped she wouldn't mention any names or
share any details.

In order to take her mind off of text messages and things that little
girls might think were important I located that spot inside her vagina
that took her consciousness away from her and strummed her G-spot as if
I was having a Grand Mal seizure.  The poor child didn't have a chance.

She didn't last very long, and once she lost control of her body and
fell forward over me I rolled her over and then fucked her as much and
as hard as I'd always wanted to.  I was close to filling her up yet
again, but I was able to slow down enough so I could get us locked in a
nice '69' so I could unload into her mouth harmlessly.  Even then I
wasn't going to quit, and with her lying on her back, her right leg
lifted up a little bit, and my legs scissored into hers, I rocked my
hips back and forth as I lie on my side and played with her little
titties.  She must have been so exhausted she never woke up.

I didn't quit until I saw the first rays of the sun beginning to peek
over the horizon, and even then I pushed my throbbing and aching cock as
far into her preteen body as it could go.

For almost an hour after she woke up, and I was awake to hear her, Steff
kept promising me the world.  Her first night as a woman was an absolute
success, she was still twitching from over ten hours of almost constant
sex, and her hands kept a hold of me as if she believed I might throw
her off a cliff.

The rest of that Saturday was pretty much a repeat of Friday night,
except for eating out.  She preferred to sit on my lap facing me while
we shared some Chinese food I had delivered.  The only provocative thing
about our sitting like that was us being naked ... and fucking.

In just one evening, and with only one date as a down payment, I'd
turned the twelve year old into a walking cum factory and sex maniac.
As long as I could control her and satisfy her with my adult cock
everything would be fine.  Without realizing it she began to have a
greater awareness of how to control me.

By later that Saturday evening I was the one huffing and grunting, and
Steff was looking down into my face with a sense of accomplishment that
no other preteen on the street could have enjoyed.  It took a lot of
coaxing on her part, but I was too far gone when she began to fuck me
good and hard, and I filled her preteen pussy with gobs of evidence that
I'd lost my battle with self control.

To fix that problem I coaxed her into the shower, got her cleaned out,
bathed, and fucked again, and after we'd explored each other's bodies
climbed right back into bed after we'd toweled off.  After all the years
of my waiting I was finally able to enjoy my youth as an older man.  My
young, naked, and eager preteen playmate reveled in my desire to have a
good time all over again.

By Sunday morning Steff was lying tight to my left side, her left arm
was draped over my chest, her left thigh was tucked over my hips, and
our genitals were throbbing from constant use.  The poor thing was so
moved by my desire to teach her about sex and love correctly and gently
that she couldn't quit staring into my eyes.  I knew she was dreaming of
embroidering my initials on every pillow in her bedroom and telling the
world that she was in love, and for at least the rest of the day I could
let her enjoy her temporary mental delusion.

I should have been smart enough to realize it would last more than one
day.  Even after we had sex a few more times on Sunday, talked about how
I could help her 'feel good' when she needed some carnal relief, and
that she'd always remain my junior high school girlfriend, I got the
distinct impression when I took her home that I was going to have to
move out of town just to stay alive.

What surprised me was when her folks asked me to come over Monday
evening after they had a chance to chat with who they believed was still
their little girl.  The moment I walked through their front door Steff
was all over me.  Her arms were around my body, her head was tucked
against my chest sideways, and the smile on her parent's faces seemed
misplaced.  They obviously knew something I didn't.

But it was what her dad said that nearly made me faint.

"Thanks, Cass."

"You're ... welcome.  Would you mind telling me what you're thanking me
about?"

"For being there when our little girl needed to ask those tough
questions that her parents loathed to hear."

Okay ... so she told them something, but what?

Rather than remain focused on my turmoil I decided to follow their lead
and assume they were pleased with my having fucked their twelve year old
daughter eighty ways from Sunday ... and Saturday.

With Steff nearly sitting on my lap in front of their folks, and both of
them grinning from ear-to-ear as if they'd just won the state lottery, I
tried to come to terms with a little more information each minute until
the truth finally came out.

What Steff told her parents had more to do with the lies and half-truths
that she'd learned from her friends and schoolmates, and the way I'd
taken the time to reveal a genuine level of honesty like a father was
supposed to, than the carnal deeds I'd accomplished no more than a day
and two before.  I wasn't going to bring up any details about what we
did at night nor in my shower, and kitchen, and living room .....

The most surprising aspect of my visit wasn't that I was allowed to walk
through their front door and toward mine, but had an eager twelve year
old hugging the stuffing out of me along my left side and allowed to
visit until she needed to be in bed ... hers.  Thankfully when I walked
Steff back to her house, through the front entry, and then all the way
to her bedroom with her folks already in bed, nobody could discern the
rather wide-legged gait in my young playmate.  For her to insist I fuck
her like a 'ho' and treat her like a prostitute after we got to my place
made it nearly impossible for her to walk in a normal manner afterward.

For the rest of the school year rather than walk to her parent's house
Steff after jumping down from the school bus the twelve year old ran
straight to mine.  In order to guarantee her success I insisted she
study and do her homework first, and then I'd let her dictate what we'd
be doing afterward until her folks got home from work.  She had a rather
active imagination, and she must have spent more than a few minutes each
day in school thinking of ways to make our sex, and her awareness of
pleasure, more fun.

It took a while, but by the middle of the school year she brought home
at least two report cards illustrating her degree of improvement in each
class.  That meant I was truly helping her study, but once I was sure I
wasn't ruining her future I surrendered to the nickname her mom gave me
after we'd been caught more than a dozen times holding hands.

"Thanks for helping our little girl out ... Boyfriend."

"Hey, no worries!  I've been responsible for this little angel since she
was a twinkle in her Daddy's eyes, and a squealing bundle of happiness
for her Mommy, so it's perfectly natural for me to want to raise her as
if she was my own niece or daughter."

"Hee, hee ... yeah ... niece or daughter.  She's more like your little
bride and girlfriend by the way she listens to you.  If it weren't for
how well she's doing in school, her more adult demeanor, and the way she
listens to us at home when we ask her to do her chores, we'd have been
convinced you two were more than just buddies."

Steff stared into my eyes as if she needed for me to prove my worth, and
with her folks looking on I felt the time was right.

"We *are* more than buddies, you two.  Steff is my little princess, my
best friend, girlfriend, and if I weren't so old I might even be foolish
enough to think about getting down on one knee after she graduates from
high school with honors."

For her parents to burst out laughing could have gone badly, but Steff
must have been impressed with the way I'd shared a little about our
secret plans for us to run away together.

Rather than make my life more difficult by admitting that I had designs
on the young lady well before she was able to think about marriage, her
parents liked the idea that their daughter wasn't chasing some teen
idol, some well-built high school footballer who'd ruin her reputation,
or slutted herself to every kid on the street because she wasn't adored
by all the kids who needed to fuck something pretty, young, and easy.

What seemed peculiar beyond any sense of imagination was for Steff's
parents to let her stay with me on at least one Friday or Saturday night
if she'd done especially well in school the previous week or tended to
all of her domestic chores without having to be asked.  I knew why my
young playmate was eager to accomplish what had always been boring and
droll housework, and I made each of her trips through my front door as
much fun and as sexually pleasurable as possible.

Her parents were the benefactors of all the new and kinky sex toys I
kept buying to torture the chubby angel with, and Steff squealed in
delight when she saw her new vibrating saddle sitting on the floor of my
bedroom, plugged in, and ready to be used after her mid-term test
results came in.  For her to score straight "A's" meant she really did
work hard enough to prove she wanted a far different future than the one
she knew before that wonderful day.

Steff used her new toy vibrating saddle far more than she should have
the first time, and I had to satisfy myself with two hours of face-first
contentment after she'd blown her own fuse and fainted from constant
vaginal, clitoral, and G-spot stimulation.  Just the sight of my darling
twelve year old playmate lying exhausted on the floor with at least one
of her small hands cupping her cunny and a quivering smile on her face
meant more to me than gold in the bank.

It was when she was lying in bed with me, naked, and covered in a light
sheen of perspiration from far too many continuous orgasms for a twelve
year old with too little experience that I began to understand just how
lucky I'd become.  While she was next to me, unable to resist anything I
tried with my fingers and hands, enjoying every square inch of her naked
softness, and my child lover was unconscious and unable to resist
anything I wanted, I came to appreciate the way I'd helped to bring her
into sexual awareness.

For her to come to me after she'd stuffed a pickle into her pussy opened
a door that we'd both willingly walked through, but for her to stare
into my eyes after I'd tortured her enough to rob the child of every
ounce of her strength and whisper made every fantasy come true.

"I love you, Cass.  I'll never leave you ... ever."

My assumption was that Steff was extremely grateful for the way I'd
helped her through a difficult time in her young life, and I was sure
her enthusiasm for continued loyalty was little more than immature love
for a fantasied future.

My assumptions were proved incorrect before the school year was out.

Each day she'd come home from school my house would be where she studied
and then surrendered herself to any desire I had.  Steff may have been a
little scared the first time she asked for my help, but each time I
undid her clothes and stripped her naked she was eager and excited.  By
the time her folks arrived from work Steff had been under my spell long
enough to me to reduce my preteen lover to a quivering bundle of nerves,
and they had broad smiles on their faces when I brought my playmate
home.  They could have asked me why Steff looked so tired and relaxed,
but they must have believed it was from hours of studying and let it go.

By the time the school year ended Steff had become her teachers' best
pupil, and her next door neighbor's best playmate.  As her reward her
folks let me take Steff on a four week long trip to two different
adventure parks, and two of those weeks were spent enjoying attractions
with lots of other children.  The rest of the time Steff was riding one
of my private forms of entertainment, and to be honest I don't know
which of her two vacations from reality she enjoyed more.  By the end of
that month long holiday Steff couldn't quit staring into my eyes as if
she'd dedicated her life to me.

The remainder of the summer was little more than one long escape from
the boredom and self abuse she believed would always have to suffer
because of her poor self image.  I took over her frequent masturbation
sessions and helped Steff develop into a very attractive and much more
confident young teen.  Boys might have noticed the change in her after
she started the seventh grade, but they didn't have a chance compared to
what I could offer.

When Steff's mother hinted that her little girl looked more like a young
woman than a scared child I couldn't help but smile, and when the woman
told me that Steff was planning on marrying her older next door neighbor
I wasn't sure if the lady understood how determined her daughter could
be.  Thankfully I was able to convince the mother Steff was still too
young to make those kinds of decisions before I heard any more about it.

For Steff to be lying in bed with me and sharing the same thoughts made
me smile, because I knew all I had to do was be patient and wait until
my middle school playmate grew up a little bit more.  She'd be old
enough to make her own decisions at eighteen.

And all of this because of an energetic middle school pickle adventure.

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