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My Young Lover(s) Lisa - Part 1 From five to nine and smiles to sadness.
m13g5 through M17g9 Cons, Rom, Pett, Extr Pedo, Oral, Pedo, Piv, 1st
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I never thought I could love a little girl, but Lisa was more than a
child. Finding her after she was lost went beyond any concept of
understanding or happiness.
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Lisa was nine and I was seventeen when I last saw her. I had been
babysitting her since she was five and I loved her dearly. She had grown
so attached to me and certainly me to her, that by the time a month had
gone by since the day I first started taking care of her, she had developed
a crush on me that nobody could break, not even me! She never wanted to be
away from me and I spent as much time at her parent's house as I possibly
could just to see her smile. The happy fact that I was also enjoying our
being together wasn't lost on my heart OR my hormones.
I stopped accepting money to babysit her in little more than two months
after I started and began acting like her very protective big brother or
MUCH older boyfriend. I was spending so much time at her house that Lisa's
parents eventually let me make part of her bedroom my second home, much to
the disapproval of MY parents.
As a growing teenager, I had extraordinarily personal access to someone
significantly younger, more permissive and MUCH more curious than ANY girl
my own age. I had no idea how fortunate I was at the time and revelled in
the liberal attitudes of my little girlfriend's parents.
Everyday after school I would ride my bike as fast as I could to her
house so I could be with her. I was much closer to her at that time than
my parents ever really found out about or might ever need to know, and I
ain't talking spiritual supporter, neither!
After I got there, her mom would go out shopping or visiting a friend
for a little while and I did my homework and studied in Lisa's bedroom
sitting on the floor. As I studied with Lisa on my lap, it didn't take me
very long after we had become close enough before I'd be running my free
hand and fingers across her developing titties and along or between her
chubby legs, filling my senses with the plump, pillow-like softness of her
developing genitalia through her panties.
She loved for me to touch and play with her as she reached over her head
and hugged my neck behind her, laying her head back on my shoulder as I
read, studied, wrote my many book reports and did all my schoolwork. My
homework with Lisa was always much more enjoyable, but I didn't get any
extra credit for doing biology experiments with her little body. It became
a constant battle between my awareness of what I was supposed to KEEP from
doing, and my body's constant influences by my own developing hormones and
sexual needs.
I was spending so much time at her house that her mom and dad convinced
me to spend the night every once in a while with Lisa when she needed extra
care or attention, or if they wanted a night out. They HAD to know I would
touch her in less than proper ways while they were out of sight and
ESPECIALLY while she slept. After all, I WAS a teenaged boy with enough
hormones raging through my body for ten grown men. Her folks never seemed
to be concerned or worried, which kind of surprised and pleased me. They
actually gave me many more opportunities to be intimate with their little
girl than any other parent of a little girl might, both of her folks so
casual about us being sexually familiar that I was certain I was being
setup for a major fall.
Most of the time, she wore tight elastic shorts and a t-shirt when I
took care of her, but every once in a while she would have only a t-shirt
and panties on when I arrived, or just panties. Her mom either didn't feel
it was necessary for Lisa to put on more clothes before I got there, or
knew I was going to take her clothes off ten or fifteen minutes after
Lisa's mom left anyway. I couldn't resist seeing Lisa's round bottom and
plump cunny inside her tight panties as I studied. They would be pulled
off as we played, wrestled and talked only AFTER all my school work was
done. Most of the time, anyway!
It was so intoxicating to gently press my hand into the front of her
panties and caress the rubbery softness of warm skin between her chubby
legs. As my index, middle and ring fingers softly found their mark, Lisa
would spread her legs apart like a flower offering it's sweet nectar to a
bee landing on the edge of the extended petals. Her petals were round,
plump and bright pink and were always ready for the tender examination by
my fingers and hands. It was so easy for me to push my hands into her
panties that it seemed like nothing more than a gentle embrace or delicate
hug to her after the first few times. To me, it was Heaven on Earth. I
adored her and her pretty little body, from the time she was five until the
last time I saw her naked.
We would always repeat the same general routine during our playtime.
With my studies finished, I would carefully set my books and papers off to
the side and make sure nothing was within the immediate vicinity of where
we sat. Her anxious excitement could be seen in her eyes and face as I put
my study materials away, like a racehorse ready at the starting gate. She
knew what was coming next, but would always act surprised when I launched
myself at her, tickling her with the intense ferocity of a wild animal.
Her laughter filled the room and her shrill squeals would often pierce my
eardrums, leaving them ringing for hours.
Once I heard her mom's car roll up the driveway, I would discontinue our
playtime, gather her up and put her panties, shorts and t-shirt back on.
When her mom was inside, I would rush home to eat dinner with my folks as
if nothing could be more normal or natural. I would visit with them for a
little while, do some chores to keep them at least PARTIALLY happy and fly
back to my Lisa when I was finished.
Her parents even came to my defense when my folks started asking some
very tough questions about me spending so much time with Lisa at night and
ESPECIALLY in bed with her. My parents were convinced I had been molesting
and brainwashing Lisa not to tell on me, ignoring any attempt by Lisa's
parents to disuage any fears or concerns that they might have about how
intimate I had become with their little five year old.
My folks wanted me to stop seeing her and threatened to ground me if
they caught me touching her or sleeping with her ever again. I was so
heartbroken that my parents would treat me this way, since Lisa's parents
didn't seem terribly concerned with my being with her day AND night,
playing with her, taking care of her, bathing her AND sleeping with her
once in a while. I never could understand what the big deal was. I took
care of the little girl with the compassion of a loving family member and
would never cause her harm in ANY way.
My parents were probably the most uncomfortable with the impression that
Lisa and I acted more like a little married couple than a child and her
teenaged care giver when we were together. I have to admit, we did put on
quite an obvious personal display of affection when close enough to touch
each other. We weren't fucking each other or anything like that. It was
more just holding and touching each other in a VERY familiar manner.
They never ONCE saw me with my hands in her panties or under her shirt.
But to hear them talk, you would have thought they had seen me lick Lisa
from toes to nose with a long series of stop-overs between her legs and
inside her underpants. I was getting the impression that I had to have
been adopted, since my folks most likely had NEVER had sex in their lives.
Her mom and dad eventually helped my folks understand that Lisa needed a
tremendous amount of attention and affection since she was a very 'special'
child. They appreciated all the help I provided them and felt as though I
was giving them a chance to have a 'relatively' normal life together, not
having to spend every waking minute taking care of her personal needs or
medical requirements.
After hours of long discussions, my parents finally relented and allowed
me to keep seeing and taking care of her as often as Lisa's parents asked
me to, and as long as I kept my grades up or didn't get Lisa into any
'trouble'. I knew what they meant and I truly felt insulted. I had been
taking care of her for months and had NEVER hurt her or jeopardized her
safety or security. I even got the impression that they were somehow
jealous of my affection and love for Lisa and they probably wished that
they had that same amount of love or physical attraction for each other.
I can only imagine the kind of sex they wanted from each other after
seeing Lisa and me together. I think my mom secretly wished she could be a
little girl again and wanted my dad to do to her what they suspected I was
doing to Lisa. My mom was already so submissive, I'm sure she ached to be
treated like a little girl. I'm sure my dad got a hard-on just thinking
about being in bed with Lisa at night and having a chance to touch my
darling child-lover inside her panties without anyone finding out.
Sure I touched Lisa's naked body, A LOT! But never in a manner that she
didn't like or want. In fact, there were plenty of times that I had to
control HER hands after she got a little rambuncious in front of her mom
and dad. She would love to hug me around the hips from behind and would
'accidentally' let one of her tiny hands come to rest right over my already
aching woody, squeeze it a couple of times and lovingly hold me tightly
with her face against my lower back.
She would be certain that I was facing her mom when she did it and loved
to see me turn bright red after she let me go to come around to my front to
look at my face. As good as it felt for her to touch and hold my woody
like that, I hated for her to do it in front of her parents. To Lisa, it
seemed much more fun to be provocative.
At first, they were shocked and embarrassed that she would act so
naughtily, but after a while, they just laughed and accepted it as their
little girl growing up. They began to excuse her actions as playful or
loving and tried to act as if they saw nothing out of the ordinary or
sexual about where she let her hands 'fall'. Of course, as soon as she
began touching or fondling me in front of her parents, I would VERY sternly
try to catch her hands and wrestle them back to a normal location.
Most of the time, I was able to wrench her hands away from my woody, but
as she got older, she became more creative and could predict what I would
do to try to stop her from embarrassing me. After a couple of years of her
constant and deliberate 'accidents', I stopped trying to prevent her from
touching or holding me and let her do as she wanted (and I enjoyed), as
long as she didn't get too carried away or tried to continue her play time
in public.
It got to be a daily ritual for me to arrive after school and for her
mom to leave to go out shopping or visiting. I would study for a while
with Lisa sitting on my lap in her shorts or panties. After all of my
schoolwork was done, I would pull off her shorts and panties, after which
Lisa and I would talk and play and I would plunge my face between her
lovely legs and dine on her cunny like a bowl full of candy. Running my
tongue up and down along her deeply cleaved vulva was her favorite form of
'play' and she would practically push me to the floor on my back so she
could ride my face as if it were her private pony. I would suck her plump
labia lips into my mouth and force my tongue into her vagina as she rubbed
her pussy against my face, holding her upper body with one hand while I
carressed her bum with the other. We repeated this erotic game every day,
never altering the sequence or duration unless her mom got home early.
When her mom got home, I dressed her back up and I would go home and eat
-- food, come back after a couple of hours and give Lisa her bath. That
was the most enjoyable time we had together with her parents there, since I
could openly touch and fondle her naked skin, even with her mom or dad in
the bathroom with us. Sometimes, I would spend far too long giving her a
'bath'. Most of the time she was in the water actually playing more than
running a soapy cloth across her tortured body. I never had the heart to
tell her that playtime was over, so I just let her go on and on until the
water got too cold for her and she asked to get out of the tub.
Afterward, I would visit with her and her parents as we watched TV or
played board games with my darling playmate on my lap and my hands or
fingers mysteriously disappearing into the tight confines of her panties
until it was time for Lisa to go to sleep. Then I would take her to bed,
tuck her in (in ALL the right places for at least ten minutes or so), read
her a story until she started getting sleepy and then let her parents come
visit with her before she was completely under Mister Sandman's spell.
When I went home, I was satisfied I had spent enough time with her to make
her feel very special and VERY loved.
When her parents went on a weekend trip to Las Vegas, they had me stay
with Lisa and take care of all of her personal and medical needs. I had
never seen my little sweetheart so anxious to go to bed right after dinner
until we were completely by ourselves.
"My gosh little one. What have you got in store for ME tonight?"
"I'm not gonna tell you. You have to tickle me in all the right spots
before I'll give you a hint you're getting close."
This kind of game I truly liked. She was secretly hoping it was going
to take me at least an hour before I was able to wiggle my fingers between
her legs and start tickling her precious plump cunny.
An hour . . . RIGHT!
Before we both got into bed, she made me undress her and then undressed
me. It took her far longer to work my jeans off than if I had done it on
my own, but it was so cool to have her do it for me. That's when she
started to learn how to give me a very nice version of a little girl's
blowjob. Oh, how wonderful it felt for her to kiss and then lick my dick
with her hot wet tongue. I almost didn't want to let her get into bed,
because as soon as we did, our playtime would surely be over. After
fifteen minutes of absolute Heaven, she held my wanker around the middle,
kissed the tip and then looked up at me deliciously.
"Thanks for letting me try that Mark. When you told me about that last
week, I thought you were just joking about how nice it would be. Now I
KNOW how much you like it, kinda like how you kiss and lick my trickle."
"Babydoll, as long as you want to do that, I won't EVER stop you."
We finally worked our way toward her bed, playtime over far too soon.
Or so I thought. As our legs settled between the sheets, she started to
hug me and press her chubby body all over me, enticing me to get the next
game started.
"I wonder which part I'm supposed to start tickling first?"
In less than a second, she grabbed my hand and thrust it between her
legs and clamped them together. She didn't waste any time telling me just
where SHE wanted me to start tickling her first. Apparently, all the time
she had spent on my pecker had increased her intense need for tactile
stimulation and all her previous plans for long and protracted foreplay
were quickly forgotten.
"Hmmmm. It feels just like a cute little cunny that I play with ALL the
time. I wonder why this little girl wants me to tickle her right here?"
In a very soft and somewhat demure voice, she answered correctly.
"Because if feels SOOOO good when you do it. Please don't tease me
Mark. You know I need you to tickle me real bad, just like I tickled you!"
"I'm sorry angel. I'll stop teasing you and do just as you ask."
My middle finger pushed further between her legs which made them spring
open as if I had found a hidden latch. For a few minutes, all I did was
rub her vulva and caress the entirety of her mons from front to back. She
lay her head back and closed her eyes, rocking her hips toward my hand in a
smooth, rhythmic pattern.
When my index finger found her clitty, she commanded me to satisfy her
needs, so I followed orders just like a naughty big teddy bear should.
"Right there. Do it hard!"
For the next hour, all I did was stimulate her hungry clitoris, applying
just enough pressure to keep her excited, but not enough that she would
have an orgasm. She loved to have multiple orgasms, but this time I wanted
her first one to last a long time so she would enjoy it thoroughly.
"MARK! STOP TEASING ME! Please tickle me with your tongue!"
I flung the bed covers back and squat between her legs, shoving my face
up against her perfectly formed pudendum, sticking my tongue into the cleft
of her cunny and wiggling it back and forth along it.
She grabbed my head (as usual) and pulled my face into her pussy even
harder, hungry for intense stimulation. Within five more minutes, she was
bucking nicely to her first of several continuous orgasms.
After the fifth one, I could tell she was beginning to tire, so I
reduced the amount of pressure against her clitty and softly licked her
entire pussy from front to back. Then I wanted to try something that I had
never done with her before.
I leaned forward and pressed my woody against her vulva and could feel
her labia start to wrap around the tip of my dick. The feeling was so
intense that I felt a red hot poker thrust into my chest from behind.
A loud clap of thunder rumbled through the neighborhood as a sudden
downpour blanketed her parent's house. As I leaned further forward I could
feel her vagina begin to open to me, her still intact hymen soon to be a
forgotten part of her childhood.
A louder and closer clap of thunder shook the house and made the
electricity go off for a second, the smoke detectors squealing and blaring.
I got pretty scared and I could tell Lisa was absolutely terrified! I
wasn't sure if she was afraid of my penis pushing into the opening of her
young vagina or if she was afraid of the intense and unexpected thunder.
I pulled my woody back out from between her labia and rolled over on my
back to her right, pulling her on top of me and pressing our sides against
the wall furthest from the window. When she settled onto my chest, I
pushed my still unsatisfied woody between her legs. When our pubic bones
pressed together and the top of my woody was firmly between her fat labia,
she closed her legs, squeezed my dick and began gently humping me, her
slick, young vulva providing an incredible degree of satisfaction for me.
After a few minutes of dry fucking, I could feel my own orgasm start to
build in my balls, so I reached for some tissues on the table next to the
bed and held them over the tip of my dick. It was just in time as streams
of white goo began spraying into the slightly rough paper substitute for my
little girl's pussy, her opening less than an inch or so away from the end
of my cock. After I stopped convulsing and held her tightly to my body, we
shared a few minutes of quiet before she began whispering to me.
"Did that feel good Mark? I wanted to do that for you so you could have
a good time too. Since that was our first time, I was a little scared at
first, but you made it feel good when you pushed your thingy under me. You
don't mind that we didn't REALLY do it, do you?"
"Not really, thank you Babydoll. It was wonderful. I just wish I could
push my willy inside you without feeling so terribly guilty. I know you
want me to and I REALLY want to as well. But I just get a bad feeling
about doing it right now. Maybe we should wait a little while longer
before we do that, okay?"
"Okay Mark. If you think we should wait then I don't mind. Can we just
lay here and keep rubbing like that a little while longer? It feels really
nice for you to tickle me on my trickle with your thingy. You can do that
as much as you want, if you like. Can we?"
What a good little girl. Knowing how to increase the sensations
slightly, Lisa opened her legs as far apart over me as she could,
repositioned the length of my dick between her thighs as high up her tight
crack as I could go, the top of my cock pressing detestably along the
sticky wet cleft of her cunny. She then squeezed her chubby thighs
together as hard as she could, imitating the wonderful sensation of the
inner sanctum of her still virgin womb.
Every ten minutes or so, she would curl her hips toward me just enough
to push the tip of my dick between her tight hot pussy lips, holding still
with the head right at the steaming entrance to her vagina, letting the
feeling of our near intercourse rumble through my body so thoroughly that I
almost had a number of orgasms right into her tender womb. She got so good
at this that I almost lost all control and wanted to plunge my woody as far
into her as it would go, but continued to feel horribly intense pangs of
guilt.
I allowed my little sex toy to do whatever she wanted and Lisa was
certain to push me right to the edge, wanting to feel just how wonderful it
might be to become a woman at her young age. She even grew brave enough to
pull her face and her slender body away from mine and spread her legs
apart, sitting on my hips and looking down at me with a devilish grin.
In a series of exceedingly slow forward pushes with her hips, she rocked
her body backward and watched my face with the determination of a child
about to get caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Once her actions
ceased, the head of my dick was again at the entrance to her burgeoning
womanhood, Lisa completely in control of how far this disgustingly
wonderful act might progress.
She watched in rapt excitement, her mouth wide open and her heart
crashing in her chest, aware that this was the closest we'd both come to
'doing it'. I could feel my blood heaving into and out of my penis, each
pulse filling and emptying my manhood, the glans of my cock far enough
along the spongy softness of her vaginal opening, the crown was about to be
clasped by her tight muscular grip.
I lay there in absolute delirium, perfectly conscious of where the
sexual extention of my body was, keenly aware of the indecent and immoral
actions I was taking and completely willing to let my little lover do
whatever she wanted, experimenting, growing, learning.
All Lisa had the courage to allow was for the end of my cock to remain
at the threshold of her hot, wet and perfectly tight opening, my dick
aching to travel a few more inches and consumate our joining. With
strength far beyond mine, she let me linger along the tender entrance of
her still intact girlhood far longer than I could endure, both of us
enjoying the sensation of our bodies joining as one.
Looking as if someone had just reminded her of the unethical behavior
being performed by a teenaged young man and a child barely old enough to
understand right from wrong, she pulled her hips away slowly, the glorious
embrace of her vagina being relinquished a millimeter at a time until we
were yet again alone, apart, separate.
Her chest fell forward onto mine once again, her legs snapped closed
around my erect penis and her thighs clamped around my cock with as much
force as her body could muster. Her hips resumed their animated up and
down bobbing, granting me enough of a simulated sensation of intercourse as
we were permitted to experience, my need for sexual stimulation being
allowed even if it was not genuine.
After an hour of sexual temptation and hormonal frustration, I held her
along the hips and began jackhammering between her soft thighs until yet
again I was erupting with gobs of sticky goo. I knew she must have felt
both sexy and disgusted at the same time, but she'd do whatever I wanted,
as long as it didn't cause her intense pain. She already had enough of
that.
We spent the rest of the night dry fucking, touching, kissing, holding
each other and just enjoying the feeling of each others' naked bodies
tightly pressed against one another. We didn't know it at the time, but it
was the last time we would be able to do this much by ourselves and enjoyed
the sensations of constant tactile contact all night.
The thunder diminished and the rain slowed down to a nice pattering on
the roof, until by the time the sun came up, only a little trace of water
remained on the grass and street. The rest of the weekend was little more
than a continuous sexual exploration, neither of us willing to put clothes
on until an hour before her parents were expected to arrive.
From that weekend on, she would let me push my finger inside her vagina
ever so gently, as long as I didn't push so hard that I might break her
maidenhead. She also allowed me to touch and fondle her any time I wanted,
even a couple of times in the back seat of her mother's car when we went to
the store. It felt terribly naughty to have my hand up Lisa's dress, my
fingers working their way inside her panties along her legs. It felt
awesome to be fingering this little girl's pussy as she sat on my lap
behind her mother.
I knew just where to sit so her mom couldn't see where my hands were as
she was driving. Even though her mom didn't ACT like she knew what I was
up to, I suspected that she was a lot more savvy about my constant
wanderings inside Lisa's panties and allowed me to touch her as long as I
didn't hurt her baby girl. When the elastic of her panties snapped a few
times while my fingers were dancing across her tender flesh, I saw her mom
give me a quick glance in the rear view mirror and then look forward
without comment, her cheeks puffing up a little, indicating she knew what I
was up to and was smiling to herself, fully aware that I was being really
naughty right behind her.
The young and perfectly aware mother felt very comfortable with my
constant fondling of her little girl as Lisa sat open legged on my lap, her
knees hooked over my thighs up high enough that my angel was practically
spread eagle on my legs, her already short dress pulled up to her hips and
my hand softly working her genitalia into absolute bliss. All Lisa did was
hold her hands over mine or hug my face from behind as she closed her eyes
and immersed herself in the sensations of her clitoris, vulva and vagina
being softly abused by her big boyfriend.
The constant sound of my finger invading her tight honey box carried
quietly around us, her mother able to hear the slick pops and snaps,
bringing to fore long passed experiences that nobody else would ever be
aware of between her and one of HER older boyfriends.
This went on for a long time, until . . .
"Mark, tell me again, please?"
"Okay Munchkin. In a far distant land, there was this beautiful young
princess that was very lonely and afraid. She prayed every night for a
handsome man to come take her away from her pain and fears, until one day
it happened. He came to answer all her prayers and wishes and she fell in
love with him the moment their eyes met. She knew that he would be the
answer to all her desperate pleas and was her dream come true. After they
talked for hours and hours, she started feeling the need to kiss him,
reached forward and softly brushed her lips to his. They embraced and
kissed for a very long time, the day turning to night."
"Their fears turned to endearing love. Their loneliness and sorrow
turned to togetherness and unbound joy. After a short time to get to know
each other, they finally knew it had to be and he proposed to marry her and
be hers for the rest of her life, until the end of time. Their wedding was
a glorious affair, with hundreds of people attending from all parts of her
kingdom. She wore a beautiful white wedding gown, with a long lace train.
Her tiny wedding shoes were crystal slippers, her sexy little feet clearly
visible inside. Every woman in the kingdom was happy for the cute little
princess and wished that they too could find a handsome, sweet man to be
their prince."
"What about their wedding night? Did they make love?"
I looked to my right at her parents as they stood near the entrance of
her hospital room, uncertain if I should answer her rather bold question in
such a public setting. She had never asked me that kind of question in
front of them before and I was extraordinarily nervous having heard her
curious words in their presence. We had talked at length about sex and
each others' bodies before, but we were always alone when we whispered
secret questions and answers to each other like that, often late at night
when I was alone with her, or taking care of her while her parents were
away.
Having heard her question to me, they also looked a little embarrassed,
but there was no reason I couldn't tell her whatever she wanted to know
now. They wiped the tears from their eyes and nodded in my direction,
giving me their permission to continue. I leaned forward and drew my mouth
to her tiny ear, whispering into it as I continued, trying as hard as I
could to keep our loving and special conversation to ourselves.
"Their wedding night was an exciting and wonderous event. He carried
her from the doorway to her bed, kissing her as she landed on the satin
sheets and silk pillows. He carefully undressed his new bride and began to
reveal the white satin panties and silk stockings that she wore under her
wedding dress, now laid carefully at the foot of the bed. After a short
while of kissing and touching, he gently joined her in her bed, laying next
to her and holding her close to him, their bodies hot with passion and
love. That's when she told him 'You're the first'."
Lisa smiled as best she could, even though the pain was intolerable and
the medicine kept her groggy. She leaned her lips toward my ear and
whispered into it.
"Just like I told you a long time ago, huh Mark? Did he hold her like
you hold me when we're naked in bed? I'll bet she let him push his thingy
between her legs up against her naked trickle, didn't he?"
"He sure did."
I moved even closer to her and put my lips against her ear and whispered
even softer.
"He was so much in love with her, that he felt as if the whole world
could sense how much and somehow shared the wonderful feelings that he was
experiencing. He gently touched her body all over and made her shiver with
joy and fear at the same time, experiencing more excitement and love in
that one night than she had ever imagined her whole life."
"It reminds me of the last time you and I were alone in bed, Mark, and I
asked you to push your thingy almost inside my baby place. It felt so good
for you to rub me and tickle me down there, I just wish I wasn't afraid
that night, 'cause I always wanted to be YOUR girl and go all the way at
least once. Did they have lots of children, Mark?"
"She loved to have sex with him so much, that they had lots and lots of
beautiful and smart children for the rest of their lives."
She thought her voice was almost imperceptible, but it finally grew
louder than mine. She knew her parents could hear her but made no effort
to hide what she wanted me to do.
"Tickle me a little bit Mark, please? Just one more tie for a little
while. You know how much I like for you to tickle me in all my special
places."
I leaned back and smiled, blushing brightly, tremendously embarrassed.
Her mom and dad heard her ask me and I was certain they would make me
leave. I sat next to her and just looked at her face, tears streaking down
her cheeks as I softly caressed the sides of her almost ghostly visage. I
didn't want to leave her now, if ever, but I knew that what she asked me to
do would not be permitted, especially in her parents' presence. I leaned
down and kissed her cheek where a tear had stopped, tasting the contrast of
the saltiness of her tear and the tender sweetness of her skin.
I felt the squeeze of a hand on my shoulder and knew it was her dad. It
was time. They wouldn't stand by as I continued to fill her tiny head with
naughty and immoral ideas, her medical condition notwithstanding. I heard
the nurse talking to her dad and could just make out what she said to him,
just as amazed at her awareness AND acceptance of what this nineteen year
old was being asked to do with an 'innocent' little nine year old.
"It's okay. It won't cause her any additional pain or discomfort. As
long as you think she'll enjoy it, her body most likely won't feel what's
really happening because of the dose of pain medication she got a few
minutes ago."
My mind was flying with all sorts of images, her dad beating me to a
pulp after he caught me with my hand in her panties, the police dragging me
away after they found us in her bedroom making love, her mother hacking at
my body with a butcher knife after seeing my dick in Lisa's mouth, her
little head bobbing back and forth with my hand guiding her head toward my
hips, her flowing locks covering most of my nakeness and her filled mouth,
the erotic sounds of her wet lips and tongue as they lubricated every
movement of her mouth along the length of my . . .
"Mark, we'll be right outside the door. If her condition changes,
please call us immediately. Take your time and make her as happy as you
can in the short time you two still have together. We know how much you
both love each other."
I sat stunned as Lisa smiled back at me, aware that her dad had just
given me permission to touch her intimately, my nasty hand deep inside her
panties. My mind viewed the scene before me as if I was ten feet above, a
true out-of-body experience.
What her mother did next was beyond belief or understanding. As Lisa's
daddy walked away and stood just outside the door, her mommy leaned toward
me and pushed a thick bundle of tissues and gauze under my left hand out of
view. She then leaned as close to me as she could, pushing her mouth over
my ear so close I could feel the heat coming from her breath as she softly
whispered.
"Mark, if Lisa really wants you to . . . to make her a woman before . .
. "
She stopped, choking back her sobs as she squeezed my forearm with all
her might.
" . . . I wish you two HAD gone just a little too far that last night
you were together. At least THEN it would have felt good to her. I know
this setting is not very romantic and I know you won't be able to bring her
to womanhood correctly and properly, but I know how much she enjoys your
tickling her down there. Go as slow as you can but remember that there are
a lot of people all over this place. You may not have as much fun or as
much time as you'd like to make her feel good, like you used to in her
bedroom."
I could feel my head about to burst with every pint of blood coursing
through my brain and face. I was both extraordinarily excited AND
embarrassed at the same time. Lisa's mom knew full well that we'd been
touching, kissing and doing all sorts of naughty stuff together for a long
time, accepting what we were sharing because of my deep love for my little
sick girlfriend. Her mom backed away and joined her husband just outside
the door, hugging him and sobbing into his shoulder.
The nurse pulled the overhead curtain around Lisa's bed and joined her
mom and dad beyond the door. I heard the door close after they and the
nurse left the room. We were alone once again, maybe for the last time.
Lisa seemed to brighten and cheer up a lot once everybody had left, knowing
that we would be allowed to share a few minutes alone and with her mom and
dad's permission.
"I told you that they would let us! Now we can do whatever we want.
You can even pop my cherry like I wanted you to that night Mark. Do you
remember how good it felt?"
I struggled to smile and keep from bawling like a baby.
"Ooooooo! And what would my naughty little angel like for her nasty big
teddybear to do first to his little master?"
"Tickle me . . . down there."
"You mean, inside your panties?"
I liked playing mental games with her. It made the experience more
enjoyable to have her ask, almost DEMAND for me to do naughty things with
her.
"Uh-huh! Please? Tickle me inside my panties Mark. You know I like it
a lot when you tickle my special place with your fingers and tongue for
like a SUPER long time. I just wish we could . . . "
"Me too Angel!"
I reached under the sheet with my right hand and ran it along her tummy,
trying to avoid the tubes and wires attached to her chest. I had touched
her like this hundreds of times, but this time, my heart stopped when I
came into contact with the top of her panties. As my fingers began to
insinuate their way under the elastic and inside her panties, I watched her
eyes for any signs of pain or fear.
Her strength was far beyond incredible. She smiled nervously and put
her left index finger to her mouth, imitating the innocent expression that
she knew I loved to see.
I worked my hand inside her underpants and filled my hand with the warm
softness of her plump pudendum, dipping my middle finger between her labia
and caressing the warm wet cleft along the fullness of her vulva. She
closed her eyes slightly and tried to remember what it was like the last
time we did this, about four months ago when I slept with her the last
time.
I kept my finger between her labia lips and worked it further and deeper
into her most sacred and sensitive place, shifting my thumb against her
clitoris. I began to gently massage and caress her clitty as my middle
finger disappeared inside her, providing my little angel with one more
exciting sensation. I maintained my soft ministrations of her clitty and
vagina for about ten minutes, providing her one last orgasm. After she had
enjoyed the fullness of one last digitally induced cum, I ran the tip of my
finger inside her tight vagina until I was able to tickle the surface of
her hymen, giving her pleasure both inside AND outside her cunny. I wanted
this feeling to last forever for both of us, but especially for Lisa.
Trying not to be obvious and rude, I slipped the bundle of bright white
tissues and pads under the sheets toward my right hand while Lisa kept her
eyes closed and her mouth wide open. Without interrupting the fabulous
sensations that were building inside her body between her legs and inside
her vagina, I worked the dry, almost rough material around and under my
middle finger so we wouldn't stain the gleaming linens that she was laying
on with her next fluid emission.
"NO, MARK! I want you to do it for REAL this time."
Her voice took on an almost pitiful tone, her hips trying to pull back
away from my hand.
"But Lisa! Your mom and dad are right outside the door and there are
more people around us than I can possibly imagine. We can't DO that
Sugar."
"Please Mark. Just this one time. Please?"
I heard the door open and someone enter, my hand withdrawing nervously
until it was on top of the bright white sheet covering her body. In a
voice softer than I had ever heard before, her mother whispered to me from
beyond the drawn curtain, her shadow remaining about halfway from the open
end of the temporary divider.
"Mark? May I speak to you please?"
Lisa and I looked at each other as if I was about to be chastized about
having my nasty hand inside Lisa's panties while she was laying almost
naked in a hospital bed. I made my way to the other side of the bed and
stood opposite the curtain to her mom, waiting to hear words that would
cause my world to come crashing down.
"Yes Ma-am?"
"Mark, listen carefully Honey. What I'm gonna to tell you is gonna
sound really awful, but you need to do as I say, okay?"
CRAP! Playtime over!
"Yes Ma-am."
"I know this isn't as private as Lisa's bedroom, but I want you to do
something for both her AND me, okay?"
"Uh . . . yeah."
"Now, listen. I promise I won't let anyone come inside for the next
little while so you and my baby can do something really nice and special. I
know you've been tickling Lisa everyday for years inside her panties and I
also know that she just absolutely LOVES it when you do. She and I have
spoken of how tenderly you touch and play with her trickle when you're by
yourselves and EVEN when I'm around and you don't think I can tell. She's
told me that you don't EVER do anything that she doesn't want you to, so
I'm gonna ask you to do something for ME that will make my baby girl feel
just like a young woman. I know she's not really old enough to be your
REAL girlfriend but I want you to make her feel good for a little while and
do whatever she wants you to. Nobody is gonna stop you or say anything so
go ahead and have some fun for a tiny little while. I'll keep her daddy
busy and make sure the nurses and doctors leave you both alone. Just don't
take too long or make too much noise because I won't be able to keep them
out forever. I want her to feel like a real woman at least once, and I'd
really appreciate it if you'd be the one to help her be the woman that
she's always wanted to be. Will you help my baby feel better just one more
time and do this for BOTH of us?"
I stood less than four inches from her face, her shadow on the curtain
the only evidence of her presence. Little more than her voice made me
aware that I wasn't dreaming, hoping my little nine year old lover was also
aware of her mom's words as they blindly cascaded through the mesh of
tightly stitched and sterilized fabric as it hung in front of me.
How could this possibly be happening, a little girl's mother actually
granting me my only chance at sexual intercourse with her baby girl of nine
years? My mind almost went blank with complete apprehension, horror,
TERROR! Was this really happening? Was I dreaming?
Was my mind trying desperately to come to grips with my darling little
angel near death in a hospital bed less than five feet away, inventing some
other reality for me to live in for a few minutes until the sting of
existence forced its way back into my mind?
"Mark?"
"Yes Ma-am?"
"Would you be willing to do this for us, please?"
NOPE! I wasn't dreaming after all!
"Sure!"
"Don't try to get into bed with her because of all the wires and tubes.
Turn her to the side and if you need to, raise or lower the bed until she's
at the right height. Would you like for me to get some cream so it'll be
easier for you?"
"Uh . . . no, I think she'll be alright."
"Okay. Don't take too long but have as much fun as you can and make
sure my baby girl enjoys you're making love with her this one first, and
LAST time. I promise you won't be bothered for at least ten minutes, so be
gentle but don't waste any time. I'll talk to you in a little while."
Her shadow pulled away from the curtain and a moment later, the door was
opened and then closed, the white divider curtain billowing up slightly
from the air as it was forced into our sterile domain. I heard some quiet
discussion in the hall, Lisa's mom convincing her husband and the medical
staff to grant us some quiet time. With an ever decreasing presence along
the outside of the door, it was time for me to act on the instructions I
was given.
"Mark? Can you come see me now?"
As if I was looking through somebody else's eyes, I could see my body go
around the foot of the bed and stand next to my angel, her right arm
extended outward from beyond her body and her left holding the sheet away
from her panties. My right hand snaked under the fabric covering and
within the snug confines of her underpants, the elastic unable to resist
the tender exploration of yet another journey inside.
In little over ten seconds, I had my hand fully around the puffy extents
of her cunny, my middle finger dipping between her fat pussy lips and
gently urging some lubrication from inside her body. Lisa just looked up
into my eyes and smiled, waiting for the right time to ask me to do as her
mother had instructed. I didn't have to wait very long.
"Mark? Are you gonna do it with me this time for real? You heard my
momma ask you to, didn't you? Are you gonna make love to me like the
Prince did to his Princess?"
"Um hmmm."
"Would you pull my panties down for me 'cause I can't do it as easy as I
used to?"
With as much compassion and grace possible, I slipped her panties down
her thighs and off her feet, certain to keep them close by so I could
return them quickly if need be.
Just as I had been instructed to, the bed was lowered a few inches and
her body was shifted to her right slightly, her legs being supported by my
left hand as I undid my jeans with my right. With the determination of a
teenager in the back seat of a darkened fourdoor at an outdoor movie
theatre, I was able to fish out my throbbing dick and let it softly press
against her cool flesh.
In less time than it took for me to receive permission, I was pressing
the head of my cock against her slick vaginal opening, her labiar lips
hugging the sides of my glans. The feel of her body was slightly different
than the last time we tried this, her strength all but gone and her
enthusiasm waning. She was, however, no less pleased with the feeling of
my penis against her pussy, my hips urging my woody forward and my right
hand helping to keep her legs apart as I supported her calves with both
hands.
I held my body still when I was able to successfully slip the end of my
cock just inside the tender entrance of her body, the first time we had
ever gone this far before. Lisa tried to help by shifting her hips
slightly, urging me to move this obscene activity along before we ran out
of time. In little more than five seconds, I could feel her maidenhead
resist my intrusion, the end of my dick increasing the pressure against her
virginity with each passing second.
It took much less effort to breach her virginity and bring her to full
womanhood than I had expected, her body not fully aware of my deed until
she began to sense how deep my sexual extension was travelling inside her
weak and anemic body. I was surprised how little blood was produced by my
nasty and immoral achievement, my penis showing only the slightest tinge of
pink as I pulled it out slightly, the surface of my willy coated with a
mixture of the copious amounts of fluid that Lisa was producing from sexual
arousal and excitement and the evidence of her now lost virginity.
I gently fucked her from the side of the bed and diddled her clitty for
another twenty minutes, my little nasty angel allowing me to plunge her
body into a river of sensual pleasure that we both enjoyed so very much,
but would soon be lost.
It was our last sexual encounter and I was glad her parents granted me
and my angel one last 'fling' before she left us, even thought it was wrong
and immoral. They knew that I touched her, almost from the start, but they
also knew that I NEVER meant her harm and loved her more than my own life.
They even started making plans for her to marry me when she was old enough.
If she lived to sixteen, they were going to give their permission to let us
get married, hoping she could experience at least one day AND NIGHT as a
young bride. They knew it was wrong for them to allow me to touch her, but
they also knew she wasn't going to live until her next birthday or for that
matter, for another week. They knew how much she loved me and wanted to
give her the chance to be with me one last time.
I desperately wanted to shoot my sticky seed into her body but resisted,
wanting this moment to be hers, not mine. The only consolation I granted
myself was our first and only sexual joining, my dick far enough inside her
body that our pubic bones met when I thrust into her vagina fully. The
deeper I went, the more intently I stimulated her clitty until she was
bucking against me and enjoying her last orgasm, my penis as far within her
tender honey box as it could travel and my fingers and thumb madly
stimulating her clitoris until the last of her bucking convulsions ceased.
She finally came back down slowly, just like she always did and I was
sure to keep her as high as I could for as long as possible. My finger and
thumb began to hurt, but I never stopped molesting her preteen pussy,
providing her with as much pleasure as I possibly could. Once I saw her
quivering lips smiling and her eyes cast toward me, I knew I had provided
her with the ultimate in little girl desires, so my fingers and thumb
slowed until all I was doing was gently pressing and caressing her aching
little nubbin. With an indelicate series of sticky pops and quiet smacks,
I watched my swollen dick being extracted from her body.
After another few minutes of sexual bliss once she peaked, I pulled my
hand out from between her legs, cleaned and dried her slightly soiled
vagina, pulled her panties back up to their normal position, shifted her
body back onto the bed and pulled the sheet to her chin. I leaned down and
kissed her on the lips, sliding my tongue into her mouth and tickled hers
for just a moment. I could taste the bitter flavor of the chemotherapy
drugs in her system as I moved my tongue across hers, but didn't let on
that I found the taste horrible or disgusting.
We kissed for a few more minutes, ending our last kiss with a gentle
hug. She smiled at me just as she always did after we touched each other
and it brought back memories of long love sessions that we had shared over
her short life. The 'moment' was over much too soon.
Her expression changed dramatically after that and I could tell it
wasn't long now. I reached over and pressed the 'Call Nurse' button,
sending her parents and a whole team of attendants into her room like a
racing team about to change the tires and fully refuel a race car during a
pit stop. If someone had been carrying a stopwatch, I would have been
completely convinced! The fact that I was completely dressed and Lisa
looked just as sweet and virginal as she did before her mom left us alone,
did little to convince her parents that I had acted on their request with
Lisa this one last time.
I stood back and let her mom and dad take my place, hearing Lisa tell
her mom and dad how much she loved them and thanked them for letting me be
with her one last time. They cooed and kissed while the medical team tried
desperately to provide her with whatever care they could in her last few
minutes with us, Lisa's face twisted in a contorted grimace that made all
of us hurt along with her. I saw one nurse inject something into Lisa's
intravenous tube and carefully watch her little ashen face for a reaction.
I scrutinized the nurse's actions from a discrete distance as Lisa's
expression began to change from a strong and exaggerated grimace caused by
the intense pain she had been feeling, to a more relaxed and groggy one,
the incredibly strong anesthetic providing her with considerable comfort.
It was then I realized that the nurse had given Lisa a VERY large dose of
morphine.
Her slurred speech and uncoordinated mannerisms revealed just how much
pain killer they had to pump into her tiny, battered body so she wouldn't
be in any more pain. She giggled intensely as every word she heard from
her mom and dad caused her no end of pleasure. At one point she got the
entire room laughing hysterically and nobody really knew why they were
laughing. It just seemed the appropriate thing to do as Lisa initiated an
extremely joyous moment for all. Every one of us were lost in a moment of
absolute euphoria as my little lover kept everyone in stitches, tears
freely flowing from everyones' eyes and a few of them holding their
stomachs, trying to tolerate the intense pain from so much unwarranted gut
busting guffaws.
Her voice eventually tapered off and her movements abated slowly as her
eyes started to lose their glow. She seemed to stare off into space as her
parents continued to talk to her. She then opened her eyes wide blinking
feverishly and smiled brilliantly, as if she had seen her favorite cartoon
character up close. It shocked her parents and they leaned back as if she
was about to jump up out of bed. Just before she closed her eyes for the
last time, she reached out between her mom and dad with her right hand and
grabbed some mysterious object and then lay her hand across her left
breast, smiling. As soon as her eyes were completely closed, a heavy rain
started to pound the building as if a huge water pipe broke on the roof.
It rained for about ten minutes and then stopped.
When the heart monitor stopped beeping rhythmically and let out a loud
steady tone, we knew it was over. I turned and leaned against the wall and
cried, hearing her parents talk to her and telling her to save a place for
them in Heaven as her final breath left her cancer ridden body. They kept
talking to her for the next ten minutes, telling her how much they loved
her and how pretty she was. They knew she couldn't hear them, but they
kept on and on.
When they stopped, they found me on the floor, spent and weak from all
the emotional and psychological strain. Her mom got up off the bed and
walked over to where I was splayed out on the floor, bawling like a child
after his favorite pet died. She crouched down and rubbed my back as she
spoke to me.
"Please come see her one more time Mark. Lisa would have wanted you to
be with us as we said goodbye to her."
The medical staff left the room after shutting off all the monitors and
medical equipment, and the three of us sat next to Lisa for the next hour,
talking, chatting, joking, crying, touching her face, her bald head, her
hands, anywhere but her chest. We couldn't bring outselves to put our
hands where she hurt the most just before she was admitted to the hospital.
What her parents did next absolutely floored me! Her mom looked at her
dad, then at me and finally at Lisa.
She slowly pulled Lisa's sheet down until she was completely uncovered,
her chubby legs and bright white panties in plain view. Then she hooked
her fingers into Lisa's panties and also pulled them all the way down,
slipping her feet out one at a time. When she lay her legs against the
bed, she let Lisa's thighs remain slightly apart, showing off the darling
wetness that I had stimulated from inside her sweet vagina.
"Mark, we both really appreciate your making our baby feel good by
tickling her all these years, but especially today when you made her feel
like a woman. We suspected that she might not make it until her sixteenth
birthday and were secretly hoping you and Lisa would find an opportunity to
show her what it would feel like to be a young bride at least once. Did
you ever push your penis inside her vagina and try to take her virginity
before today?"
"Uh . . . NO . . . well . . . just a little. That time you went to
Las Vegas. I tried to push it inside her but just couldn't."
"Then . . . did you wait until today to do it, or did you use your
finger to pop her cherry?"
"Well . . . just a little while ago, like you told me to, but I didn't
use my finger."
"I know it wasn't right for us to promote sexual activity between you
two, but our baby wasn't going to have much of a chance to experience life
as an adult and figured she should be able to enjoy what little time she
had with you. I wish it was possible for you to keep her panties as a
special reminder of your time with her, but I know your parents wouldn't
think very highly of us if we let you take them. If you'd like, you can
have just a little more time with her pretty body before we all have to
leave."
What her mother did next was beyond any semblance of comprehension. She
took my right hand and gently began caressing it across the fullness of
Lisa's pretty pudendum, her own fingers delicately dipping between Lisa's
labia lips until her middle finger disappeared inside Lisa's vagina. She
looked at her husband and nonverbally coaxed him to join us as we caressed
and fondled our lost love's pussy, her soft fat lips so lovely and normally
so willing. Lisa's parents removed their hands and let me softly tickle
and molest her sweet cunny, watching me and smiling as they leaned into me
and held their arms around me.
The three of us never said anything the whole time I played with Lisa's
pussy. Here they were watching me openly fondle the body of their little
girl, this time, her warm glow slowly disappearing. I was reluctant to
touch her now that she was gone, but softly continued to caress the
entirety of her vulva and the front of her pud for a few minutes before
bursting into tears and falling on top of her tortured body. They let me
hold my face between her legs, burying my sobbing cries up against her
cunny and along the lovely chubby fullness of her thighs for about ten
minutes. When I regained my composure, I openly kissed her pussy, her
tummy, her titties and then her cool lips, pulling the sheet over my angel
after I leaned back. The medical team came back into the room and asked
for us to leave so they could prepare her for autopsy.
Her memorial service and funeral were attended by hundreds of people,
including my folks. They didn't approve of my affection for Lisa at first,
knowing that our age difference was far too great for society to accept our
being together for more than just a few hours, our loving relationship
supposed to be nothing more than a child and her caregiver.
I never felt the same about any girl from that point on, no matter her
age. There were a number of girls and women that tried to gain my interest
and even one little cutie about seven years old that felt it was her duty
to play sex slut and try to help me to forget Lisa, even though they had
never met and I hadn't ever spoken about my angel to the little minx. It
never seemed to help and I fell into a long, deep, dark depression. My
college marks suffered and I almost lost an entire years worth of college
credits the year after she died.
When I found out that Lisa's mom had given birth to another little girl
a while later, I hurried to their house and practically burst through the
front door, wanting to see Lisa smiling back at me. I was pretty surprised
that I was the only one there with the new mother and child, my eyes locked
onto a naked breast for a few seconds until she smiled at me and tugged her
top closed slightly. Not ALL the way, but enough to grant her some
privacy.
Reality hit when I saw a little wrinkled prune of a baby bawling in her
arms, so I gently wrapped my arms around their bodies, hugging them gently
and bawling so much she had to calm me down by rubbing me someplace that
only Lisa ever did. I was genuinely shocked but enjoyed having a warm hand
along a part of my body that I thought might NEVER be touched again.
We chatted about their newest addition to the family for half an hour,
at the end of which I smiled, hugged the new mother and saw something in
her eyes that I recognized from Lisa. Acting on the belief that I could
get away with one last naughty deed, I gently kissed the new baby's mom for
quite a while receiving as much lingual and labial affection as I was
imparting. After we broke our kiss, I leaned down and then kissed the
little girl, gently caressing her soft cheeks and imagining what she might
look like naked.
The fantasy was over much more quickly than I'd have preferred, my
presence expected elsewhere now that I had no real reason for being there.
I kissed the new mother one last time, and she somehow knew they'd never
see me again. Now that Lisa was gone, there was no reason for me to come
back.
It wasn't until I started working full time at an electronics service
company after I quit college, traveling all over the region fixing all
sorts of electronic equipment that I began to live a relatively normal
life.
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