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Asian Angels Rejected by an American Man
Mg MF MFg Cons, Pett, Extr Pedo, Teen, Oral, Inc, Implied PIV
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Ever wish you had a playmate that looked like a little girl? Marty
found two rejected little angels and brought them home as soon as he could,
a lovely Asian young woman and her darling little girl.
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To my regular readers: This is little more than a short stroke story
that I wrote a number of years ago. Rather than destroy it and waste all
that typing, I'm going to include it in my online collection: (1) so it can
be archived for future reference, (2) so varied readers can appreciate a
really GOOD romantic story with a plot and some character development
(unlike this one), (3) and with the caveat that it has little similarity to
my most recent work, deeper romance and a story that makes more sense.
Enjoy it if you like and remember that it was an early work.
Eliston (aka Rewdius).
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It was a typical spring afternoon when they moved in across the street.
The house was just like all the others in the neighborhood, each on six
acres of land, three or four bedrooms, hours of yard work, but most of all,
LOTS of privacy. With six acres of land for 'elbow room', nobody had to
worry about bothersome neighbors sticking their noses where they didn't
belong.
Marty liked his place, small enough to manage without having to hire
yard workers and big enough to go outside in the nude and not worry about
the lady next door getting all bent out of shape. She might have a chance
to see something that she most likely hadn't seen since she was bobbing for
pink pickles behind the barn, and Marty wasn't the kind of guy that
promoted lots of screaming and noise, so he refrained from getting too
close to her side of his fence. The trees and shrubs helped to block the
view of his house from the street and the only way he could see all his
many neighbors, including the new ones, was to get close enough to the
fence on the property line in front so his view wasn't blocked by all the
lush natural landscaping.
"Nice looking couple!" Marty thought to himself.
"Nicer looking little girl!"
Yes, Marty loved to look at little girls. Mostly on the internet and
mostly without anything on that hindered his view of their plump bodies or
soft recesses. He had never had an opportunity to play with one alone for
any length of time, unless you count taking care of a stink filled, diaper
covered, neighbor's daughter that he had held for all of thirty minutes.
Not enough time to do the things he had always seen all those other lucky
daddy and grampa pictures on the internet.
The new little cutie across the street looked to be all of five or six
and distinctly Amer-Asian. Her daddy looked to be the epitome of the
mature caucasian executive on his way up the corporate ladder, sharply
dressed, clean cut and very well built. He probably worked out at some
expensive gym five times a week. Something about him looked odd to Marty,
but he just couldn't figure out what it was.
Her mommy was a gorgeous little Asian girl, very petite, small breasts
and beautifully rounded in all the other places. She almost looked a
little TOO young to be his wife and the little girl's mommy. She couldn't
be older than 19. Asian women always were hard for Marty to read.
Either she or her American husband liked for the young mother to wear
school-girl outfits, with the short pleated skirt and button down white
blouse. Every time she bent over to pick something up off the ground,
Marty was treated to a view of the back of her tiny and very tight white
panties.
"What a sexy bum!" he thought to himself.
He didn't get many chances to see her bend over, but when he heard her
outside, he made sure to make his way out to the front yard so he could
catch a glimpse of anything that might 'accidentally' reveal itself to his
lusting eyes.
His property was perfectly positioned to watch everything that went on
across the street, since the portion of his property along the street
sloped up from a gully at his fence line next to the road, then went about
thirty feet higher than THEIR property where his house quietly sat beyond
view, to the top of his property another twenty feet higher than that where
it ended abutting a large protected greenbelt property that was zoned for
restricted agricultural use. Being on this hill was finally paying off,
after all the years of fixing the drainage problems, the yard washing down
the hill and the water running across the front of his yard next to the
fence by the road.
His curiosity about all the activities of the young mother and her
daughter finally got the better of him and he installed a color security
camera with audio pickup just inside the tree line and ran the cable right
to his entertainment system so he could put the picture on the corner of
his 60 inch plasma TV. He started watching everything that they did
outside and even got a chance to see inside the little girl's bedroom a few
times when she would leave her window blinds open. He never was privileged
to any really INTERESTING stuff, but liked the idea that he COULD see in
from time to time.
As their daily lives took on a fairly normal pattern, Marty would begin
to plan his activities around the times when the mother would be working
outside or the little girl would be playing out front or riding her bike on
the road in front of his fence. On more than one occasion, Marty would
turn his entertainment system off and run outside for a closer inspection.
As the little girl was playing, she would more often than not flash
Marty a view of her panties, totally unaware that he was intently spying on
her and watching her every move from the protection of his trees. Marty
even started to take photo's of her with his digital camera as she played.
Each of the pix were nothing to write home about. They were mostly of her
squatting down, playing with something in front of her, showing off her
panty covered crotch, or bending over and flashing Marty her cute bum. In
any other situation, they would be nothing more than mild family pictures.
The fact that he was taking all these pictures surruptitiously made what he
was doing horribly immoral.
One afternoon, his camera plaything was riding her bike on the road,
back and forth along the front of his property, Marty making certain that
she saw him working in his yard next to the road in plain view. Just like
a friendly little girl, she waved and said 'Hi!' as Marty called to her
with an equally friendly 'Hello!'.
As she pedalled her bike up and down the street along the fence line,
her short dress would reveal her white panty covered cunny as her knees
bobbed up and down. She never took any measures to prevent Marty from
seeing this wonderous view as he moved closer and closer to the fence. She
was either very naive, or very bold. Marty chalked it up to her naivete
and innocence.
Marty timed it so he was two feet from the fence as she approached the
next time she rode past. His heart was pounding in his chest as she grew
closer, her bicycle weaving from one side of the road to the other. He
gained enough confidence and composure to start talking to her when she was
less than eight feet away.
"Hi there! How are you today?"
Marty had a big smile on his face as he watched her approach. She
looked as if she was waiting for him to get her attention, her face
lighting up like a 200 watt light bulb.
In a clear and sweet voice, she responded.
"I'm fine, how are you?"
What happened next shocked him and made him feel terrible. As her bike
came to a stop at the edge of the pavement, she lost her balance and fell
down the embankment toward the fence in front of Marty. Marty watched the
little girl fall forward in slow motion, her horrified and surprised
expression filling him with guilt and pity. There was nothing he could do
to prevent what was happening, her bike rolling over her once as she
tumbled toward the fence and his equally startled gaze.
Within a second of her coming to rest next to the fence, a high pitched
shriek eminated from her tiny body. He instantly jumped the fence without
even trying and picked up her scratched and bruised little body, holding
her to his chest and consoling her as best he could. He knew she wasn't
genuinely injured enough to require hospitalization, but pain and a few
cuts and scrapes were enough to elicit the typical wailing response.
"I'm sorry I made you fall, Honey. I'm so sorry!"
All she could do was cry and clutch her injured knee and elbow.
He started to realize just how much he was responsible for her fall and
wanted to make it up to her somehow. Leaving her bike along the fence, he
decided to make amends for his attracting her attention and taking it away
from riding her bike.
"I'm going to take you home so your mommy can make you feel better,
okay?"
Through sniffles and sobs she acknowledged his desire to help. As he
started his way to her house, he couldn't help but enjoy the feel of her
soft naked legs in his right arm and the view of her now completely exposed
cotton panties. As he walked, he tried to allay her fears and pain by
telling her how pretty she was and how much he liked to see her play in her
front yard. He was almost telling her too much info as they made their way
closer and closer to her house. He had to stop himself when he was about
to reveal how he had seen almost everyday in his digital and security
cameras.
She was completely absorbed by his every word and quickly was altered
from a sobbing and sniffling little girl to an interested and attentive
passenger in his arms, tears still streaming down her puffy cheeks. She
never realized how much Marty was enjoying the feel of her left leg with
his right hand as he ran his fingers back and forth, and the view up her
naked legs to her white, slightly aromatic panties.
As he walked up to the front step, he started to put her down on her
feet so she could make her way in her house on her own, but she stopped
him.
"Would you please take me inside? My knees kind of hurt right now."
"Why don't you ring the doorbell so your mommy can open the door for us,
okay?"
Marty's mind was racing with ideas about how he could try to extend the
amount of time he could continue to hold the little girl and tried to
formulate a plan of action. If he told her mommy that she had hurt her
knees and needed to be helped in, he might be able to keep her in his arms.
Her mommy hopefully would accept his kind offer to help the little girl by
carrying her inside. Besides, her mommy wasn't very much bigger than a
little girl herself. She HAD to welcome his offer almost immediately.
As he was developing his plan, he slid his right thumb between her
thighs from behind and pushed it up against her panty covered cunny, not
hard, but with enough pressure that he could sense the softness of her
vulva as his thumb was being engulfed by her soft flesh.
He could tell she hadn't really noticed his actions as she turned
slightly in his arms so she could reach the doorbell button and then
returned to her original position, his thumb now pressing firmly between
her labia. He could feel a slight dampness on her panties as his thumb was
being gently squeezed by the folds of skin, fractions of a millimeter away.
While he was conducting his gentle explorations of her prepubescent
womanhood, he started asking all the typical questions that a new found
friend would normally ask.
"What's your name, Honey?"
"Misha."
"How old are you, Misha?"
"Five."
"My name is Marty. You are such a pretty little five year old, Misha.
I'll bet you hear that all the time from a lot of men and boys, don't you?"
"Not really. I don't really know anyone else other than my mommy and
daddy and now you Mr. Marty. But I like it when you tell me that I'm
pretty. It makes me feel all tingly inside."
Marty immediately thought to himself 'That and the fact that my thumb is
pushing naughtily up against your delectible little panty covered cunny'.
Her mommy seemed to take forever to answer the door, but Marty didn't
mind since he was trying to become acquainted with Misha's body as
delicately but as quickly as possible. He was becoming more and more
brazen as they waited and chatted with each other, Marty wanting to get
more of his fingers and hand in direct contact with her soft, smooth skin.
"Am I holding your leg too tight, Misha? I don't want to hurt you by
holding you too tight, okay?"
As he asked for acceptance of where his hand was holding her, he
squeezed her leg slightly with the fingers on his right hand to indicate
what he meant, hoping that she would accept how he was holding her and not
notice that his thumb was disappearing slowly into her vulva and pressing
her panties obscenely into her snug folds of tender skin.
"No, Mr. Marty. You're not holding me too tight. It feels nice when
you hold me like this, 'cause my daddy never really likes to hold me since
I'm not a baby anymore. I wish he would hold me in his arms like he used
to. I really miss being held. It makes me feel good inside when I'm being
held. It makes me all tingly inside when you hold me like this and I just
want to stay like this forever and ever."
"I'm glad you like being held, Misha. Maybe if I'm very good to you,
you'll let me hold you in my arms again after we take care of your owies. I
like holding you like this. It makes me feel all tingly inside too. I
really like to hold you and I hope you'll let me hold you again and again
and again."
"You REALLY like to hold me, Mr. Marty?"
"OH YES! I wish I could hold you like this forever and ever."
As Marty finished his words, he moved his right thumb ever so slightly,
secretly hoping that she would understand where he really wanted to hold
her until she started to sprout the typical evidence of maturity, gobs of
curly dark hair between her legs.
She never seemed to grasp what his true intentions were, but smiled up
at him and again responded.
"Mr. Marty, you can hold me in your arms as much as you like. I hope I
get to see you everyday from now on, so I can jump in your arms and feel
your hands holding my legs just like this. I'm so glad you like to hold
me, 'cause I want to be held all the time. I always feel so lonely and
wish I had someone to help me make all the hurt go away. I hope you don't
think I'm being all dumb and acting like a stupid little baby?"
"NO! NO! Not at all! I think it's wonderful that you like to be held
by me. I think I'm going to want to hold you like this everyday, if your
mommy and daddy lets me. You have to remember that they don't know me like
you do and they might not want to have their pretty little girl to be
touched by a stranger. They might think I want to hurt you, but I would
NEVER, NEVER hurt you. I promise!"
Marty was also hoping that he could plant a seed in her tiny mind that
she might not be able to see him anymore if her mommy and daddy didn't want
her to and that she should try very hard to make sure her mommy and daddy
would let her see him everyday.
"You're not a stranger, Mr. Marty! I like you a lot and I'm gonna make
sure my mommy and daddy let me see you everyday so you can hold me all day
long. Would you like to see me and hold me everyday, all day long from now
on?"
"I'd really like to see you everyday, Misha and hold you in my arms as
much as possible. I didn't want to scare you, but I've been kind of lonely
too. I really need a little girl like you to help me feel better. It
really makes me feel better when I get to hold a pretty little girl just
like you. I hope you don't mind me holding you like this. Your legs are
so soft and pretty that I just want to hold them and touch them all the
time. But, you better not tell your mommy and daddy that I like to touch
you like that, 'cause they might think I'm going to hurt you or something.
It would really make me feel bad if I couldn't see you everyday and hold
you just like this."
As Marty finished his speech, he rubbed his thumb a little harder
between her labia and revelled in the sensation of her soft silky skin
giving way against his ministrations.
In a very soft whisper and with a giggle in her voice Misha responded as
he thought she might.
"That tickles, Mr. Marty."
"OH MY GOODNESS! I SHOULDN'T BE TICKLING YOU LIKE THAT! I'm sorry
Misha, I won't do that again! It's been such a long time since I had a
beautiful woman in my arms that I lost my self control. I'm VERY sorry,
Honey. That was wrong and I promise that I will NEVER do that EVER again."
Marty was hoping beyond hope that she wouldn't agree with him and let
him repeat his explorations the very next time they met. He also began to
realize that if she told her mommy or daddy, the cops would be headed up
his driveway within the next few hours. He removed his thumb from it's
Heavenly location and moved his right hand further down her left leg. He
looked away from her face and stared at the door handle, hoping she would
see he was genuinely repentant and ashamed.
She was about to reassure him that all was well in the world and that
her mommy and daddy would never find out. All she wanted right then was a
big boyfriend to be nice to her, hold her and tell her she was pretty
everyday. She knew what he had done was naughty, but she had fallen into
his spell instantly and would happily do anything that he asked her to
without question.
Just as she was about to tell him what was running through her five year
old mind, the front door opened with a lurch and her mommy stood just
behind the door, her body being blocked from Marty's eyes by the large
wooden portal.
"MISHA! What's wrong?"
"Misha fell down from her bike in front of my yard and I came to help
her and bring her home so we could clean up her scratches and make her feel
all better."
"I'm okay now Mommy. Mr. Marty has been such a nice man for helping me
and bringing me home. My legs are still hurting a little bit, so can he
bring me in the house so he can fix my booboos?"
"Yes, please to bring her in."
As Marty stepped through the threshold, he noticed that Misha's mommy
was wearing a towel around her body. She was obviously taking a bath when
the doorbell was pressed and didn't have time to get dressed before
answering the door.
"Thank you for letting me bring Misha inside to tend to her wounds. I
was afraid you might not trust me to come inside. My name is Marty. I
live across the street over there. I feel very bad about what happened to
Misha, since I was directly the cause of her getting injured."
Misha's mommy was becoming suspicious as Marty began to relate how she
had received her injuries, when Misha piped in.
"Mr. Marty! You didn't make me fall down. It was the ROAD that made
me fall. Don't you remember how the front wheel of my bike slipped off the
edge of the street? Mommy, he didn't make me fall down, really! We were
talking and I wasn't paying attention to where my bike was and I fell down
the hill in front of his yard. Mr. Marty jumped over the fence and picked
me up and brought me over here so he could make the pain go away and fix my
booboos."
Misha's mommy seemed to accept her daughter's explanation without
question and relaxed considerably, directing Marty to the hall bathroom
where all the bandages and cleaning supplies were. She lost her fear of
Marty looking at her in her towel and walked in front of him, wiggling her
bum deliciously as she stepped.
"My name is Kumi, Mr. Marty."
"I am pleased to meet you Kumi. I told Misha how much I've enjoyed
seeing her play with herself in the front yard. She is such a very pretty
little girl."
As Marty put Misha down on the bathroom counter, he very discretely
pulled her dress up high enough to completely uncover her white cotton
panties. When he let her go and her dress fell, Misha made no attempt to
pull it back down and cover her panties or legs.
The sight of Misha's chubby legs and wet panties was enough to make
Marty wish he could spend the next few hours touching and caressing her
warm, soft skin. The delicate aroma of little girl pee again hit Marty
between the eyes as he looked down between her legs and noticed a slight
yellow stain where his right thumb had been. He immediately pulled his
thumb into his mouth as if he was trying to think of something that was
bothering him.
The taste was as good as the aroma. A combination of little girl pee,
the salty taste of sweat and the distinct presence of pussy juice. It made
him want to thrust his face between her legs and lick her cunny wildly
until she couldn't stand it any more.
As he was fantacizing about ripping her panties off and licking her
until she was raw, he became aware of Misha talking to him.
" . . . don't you think, Mr. Marty?"
"What? I'm sorry, Misha. I wasn't paying attention. What did you
say?"
"I said, maybe you should take my dress and panties off so they didn't
get wet when you washed me clean, okay?"
Marty's mind was flying with anticipation of seeing her nude body right
in front of him. He had no inkling that he might ever get a chance to do
this and now she was offering the opportunity to him in front of Kumi.
"Well, . . . do you think it's a good idea for me to see you like that,
since I just met you a little while ago?"
"OF COURSE, Mr. Marty! You would never hurt me. You said so!"
"That's right, Misha. But maybe your mommy might feel a little uneasy
if I saw you all naked so soon. She doesn't know me that well and she
might not want me to be here while you get undressed and then get all
cleaned up. I want to help you any way I can, but I don't want to scare
you or your mommy, okay?"
"You're not scaring me Mr. Marty. I want you to stay as long as you
can 'cause you make me feel very special."
Her eyes filled with alligator tears as she thrust her arms upward
toward his face, obviously wanting him to hold her again. Marty complied
almost instantly, disregarding any chance that Kumi might become angry with
him. His fears were just as quickly realized as Kumi agreed with Marty.
"Misha, when Mr. Marty becomes more familiar with you, then perhaps he
may undress you and give you a bath. But until then, it would be best if
he returned to his home and waited until you were able to come and see him
later. I know this is not what you wish, but right now this is very
important. Mr. Marty, you may visit with Misha if she wishes, but for
today, I will please to ask you to leave. When Misha will trust you, then
I also will trust you. But first, we must know you better, okay?"
"I really appreciate your honesty, Kumi. I hope that I'll be able to
earn your trust very soon, thank you."
Marty felt a little hurt and Misha started crying at her mommy's
insistance that he leave, but he thought it would be best if he played it
cool for a few days. He might have another opportunity to see that
beautiful body very very soon. Patience was going to be the key.
He was out the door and back across the fence before he realized it, his
mind still clouded with images of Misha and Kumi as he carried her bike
back across the street and set it down in their yard. As he closed and
locked his front door, he pushed his thumb back in his mouth like a two
year old and again tasted the 'flavor of the day'. He wanked off for
thirty minutes trying to satisfy his carnal need for Misha.
Two days passed before he saw or heard Misha playing out front.
It was obvious she was trying to get Marty's attention as she rode her
bike back and forth in front of his driveway. He quickly rushed outside to
greet his new playmate, stopped just inside the gate on his driveway and
opened it for her to enter. Without hesitation, she pushed her bike
through the open gate and stood in front of Marty.
"Hello Misha. How are you today? Are you better now?"
"Yes I am, Mr. Marty, but I was very mad at my mommy for not letting
you stay and help me get cleaned up. I really wanted you to make me feel
better. See where she put on my bandages?"
Misha dropped her bicycle to the ground and pushed her elbow up in the
air so Marty could clearly see the bandage covered wound. She then lifted
her left knee as high as she could so he could see her bandage covered
knee. Marty again got another unobstructed view of her cotton panties and
squat down to get a closer look. This time he could tell they had some
characters printed on the front. As he sat down on the concrete driveway,
he took hold of her left leg at the calf and helped her maintain her
balance by putting her tiny foot on his thigh. She leaned forward and
pushed her chest against her left thigh, thus bringing her face within
inches of his.
As he had planned, her short dress raised up high enough to permit him
to see and now take in the aroma of her panties once more. Instead of
pushing his luck and his fingers up to her panties, he thought it best to
wait until they were more hidden from view.
"I really wanted to stay too, Misha, but you have to remember that what
your mommy says is very important and you must listen to her and obey what
she says, or I won't get a chance to see you or even hold you like I did
before."
Misha's face lit up, remembering how Marty held her so delicately on her
doorstep.
"Would you please hold me like you did before, Mr. Marty?"
"Well, maybe it would be better if we waited until we were alone to do
that, Babydoll. I wouldn't want to get into trouble with your mommy or
daddy by holding and touching you where they can see us."
Her face dropped and she leaned straight back, leaving her foot on his
thigh. He left hand his hand wrapped around her calf and tried to console
her by massaging and caressing her leg as he looked intently at her panties
and then up at her face.
"Maybe if your mommy will trust me, you can come over and visit me in my
house. Would you like that?"
Her face lit back up again.
"Yes, I'd like that a lot! Can I come over right now?"
"Well, you'll have to ask your mommy first. She has to give you
permission before you can come over, okay?"
The words barely left his lips when Misha turned and was about to run
home to ask to be allowed to come visit Mr. Marty.
"Hey, silly! You forgot your bike."
She returned, picked the bike up and made her way across the street.
She wasn't gone more than a minute when she made her way through their
front door practically dragging Kumi by the hand.
"Hello Kumi. How are you today?"
"I am well, Mr. Marty. I must ask you, would it be okay for Misha to
visit you today? She tells me that you would like her to visit you in your
house, but I must agree. Is this so?"
"That's right, Kumi. I told Misha that you had to give her permission
before she can come and visit me. I don't want to give you any reason to
worry about her safety."
"Mommy? Please can I visit Mr. Marty? Please?"
"I must go for shopping today and would like to ask you if it would be
okay for Misha to stay with you when I am away?"
"Of course! I'd love to have Misha stay with me while you go shopping.
How long would you be gone?"
"I am sorry, please, but I must go for shopping until very late today.
It may be evening when I return. Is this a problem?"
"Not at all. Misha and I will have plenty of fun today, right Misha?"
"Right, Mr. Marty! Thank you, Mommy for letting me visit Mr. Marty."
Kumi squat down until her face was level with Misha's, not aware that as
she did so, her skirt shifted up her legs until they were barely being
covered at all. Marty's eyes were transfixed on the crease between Kumi's
legs, hoping for a gust of wind to push her skirt just a little higher so
he could see the front of her panties. No such luck.
"Misha, you must listen to Mr. Marty and obey what he tells you. If
you do not obey him, then you will not be able to visit him again."
"Yes, Mommy . . . "
Misha's voice dropped off almost in disgust of having to be told in
front of Marty to do whatever he said. He was so nice to her that she
would do whatever Marty wanted anyway.
Kumi stood up and positioned Misha's right hand directly in front of
Marty's right.
"I am very pleased that you will watch her while I am to go shopping. I
hope that I will make this good for you someday."
Although the words sounded funny, the intent was clear. Marty took
Misha's right hand into his as she turned around and pressed her back into
the front of his legs, waving to her mommy as she made her way back across
the street.
Once Kumi was back inside, Marty closed and locked the gate and led
Misha up the driveway to his front door. It seems his luck was starting to
change. As they made their way to the front door, Kumi drove off down the
street.
They weren't inside his house with the door closed more than three
seconds when Misha stopped in front of Marty and looked up at him with
begging eyes.
"Would you please hold me now, Mr. Marty?"
"Of course, Angel. Come here."
Marty squat down to his knees and wrapped his arms around the tiny
little girl, his left hand on her back and the other on her round bum. His
right hand was cupping her bottom ever so gently, the tip of his right
pinky finger just far enough below her short dress to come into contact
with the back of her panties against the crease of her bum.
He didn't move his pinky around like he wanted to, but just left it up
against her soft panties, holding her chubby body tightly against his.
Marty wasn't sure how long she would allow him to hold her like this,
his right hand aching to explore her bum in greater detail. He just let
her be the guide and held her as warmly and passionately as he could. It
was Misha that broke the silence.
"Do you really like to hold me, Mr. Marty?"
"Yes I do, Misha. I hope you don't mind?"
"OH NO! I don't mind at all. I was hoping you wouldn't get mad at me
for wanting to hug you for a long time."
"I would never get mad at you for wanting to hug me, even if you wanted
to hug me all day long. In fact, if you want to, we can go sit on my sofa
and you and I can hug each other for as long as you want."
"REALLY?"
Misha pulled back from their embrace and looked right into Marty's eyes,
a big broad smile plastered all over her face. This was the face that
would steal his heart away and make him think of and do things that he
might regret for the rest of his life. But right now, he didn't care.
"Can we go NOW?"
"Sure! Come on."
Marty pushed his right hand between Misha's legs and cupped her bum as
he lifted her straight up off the ground and into his left arm. She
immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed the left side of
her face against his. As he walked from the entryway to the sofa in the
living room, the fingers on his right hand were making their way further
and further between her legs until he could feel that familiar sensation of
dampness and the warm skin of her vulva as his fingers were being engulfed
in Heavenly softness. He tried very hard to make what he was doing seem
quite natural to Misha.
When he turned and sat down on the sofa, her knees rose to his ribs when
her feet came into contact with the cushion. Marty pulled the coffee table
close enough so he could put his feet on it and raise his knees high enough
so his thighs provided a back rest for Misha.
Once he had settled into position, he leaned Misha back against his legs
and started filling her ears with all sorts of praising comments.
"Oh, Misha. What a pretty dress you have on. I love the way the color
pink shows against your pretty skin. Look how soft it feels. It feels so
nice."
Marty pushed his right hand up the inside of her dress until he was
touching her chest with the back of his finger tips and raised it high
enough to completely expose her panties to his view. To prove to his
little visitor just how enamored he was with the softness of her frock, he
caressed the material of her dress with his left hand and used his right
hand as a support for the fabric. As he continued to talk about how soft
and smooth the material was and how much he liked to touch it, he turned
his right hand over and pushed it against her chest as he continued the
examination of the fabric with his left hand.
She joined in and talked about how much she liked to wear this dress
because it felt so soft on the inside. When Marty asked her to show him
the inside, she obediently pulled the bottom hem up to her chin and turned
the dress inside out. Instead of removing his right hand from her chest,
he gently placed it directly over her titties and kept up the comments and
examination of her pretty pink dress. She was so absorbed by their gentle
conversation about her dress that she never noticed Marty rubbing his hand
back and forth across her titties, still plump and full of baby fat, her
nipples like little firm beads.
He found that he was very good at keeping her mind otherwise busy with
the examination of her dress as he fondled and caressed her breasts. Once
he was certain that he couldn't keep her distracted any longer, he removed
his right hand and put it on her left leg, almost against her panty covered
hip. That's when he started his next attack, this time on her panties.
Once she stopped talking, he started with his plan.
"My, my. Those sure are pretty panties too. What kind of characters
are those, Misha?"
"These are Care Bears, see?"
She tucked her dress under her chin and pulled the elastic across the
top of her panties tighter and tighter, until the cleft of her vulva was
clearly being outlined by the taught fabric.
"Who is this? Do you know their names?"
He moved his right hand against her lower abdomen, his fingers
innocently pressing into one of the characters, his thumb not so innocently
pushing down between her legs and against her now clearly defined vulva.
"No, not really. I just know that they're called Care Bears."
"Well, then. Let's see if we can count how many of them there are,
okay? Do you know how to count?"
"A little."
"Well then. You take my left hand and start counting with this finger
and I'll start counting with this hand, okay?"
Marty presented his left index finger to Misha for counting as he kept
up the barrage of her soft folds with his right thumb. He then started to
count out loud as he touched each character with his right middle finger,
never removing his thumb from where he started, drawing Misha along in her
education related to mathematics. Little did she know that she was also
the inadvertent student of his sex education class.
Once they had both counted each character at least four times, he
thought of a new way to get her to show her body to him, WITH her approval
and support.
"Are there more bears on the INSIDE?"
"I think so, but I think they may be the same as the ones on the
outside."
"Would you show me?"
"Uh-huh!"
Marty removed his right hand and thumb and helped Misha pull her panties
toward his hips with his left and then pushed his right hand down along her
now exposed cunny, as if he was trying to gain a better view by pushing her
puddy further back out of the way.
He had succeeded in pushing his middle finger between the tight fold of
skin as his hand went further down inside her panties, gently lifting her
pud away from her panties as he stuck his head directly over her now
exposed hips.
"Let's see. Can you help me count them again, please?"
"One. Two. Three. . . "
As she counted, he would interrupt her occassionally so she would have
to start over, the entire time gently massaging her vulva with his index,
middle and ring fingers of his right hand. As long as he helped her count
and pulled her panties open for them to both see, she didn't seem to notice
his fingers gently massaging and fondling her pussy lips over and over.
Once she counted all of the characters at least three times completely
through, he pulled his right hand out from between her legs and away from
her vulva. He then thought up a new plan.
"Are there any more on the back?"
"Uh-huh. I think they're different."
"Would you let me see them?"
"Of course, Mr. Marty."
She rose to her knees and turned to the right slightly, so Marty could
get his head around her left side far enough to see. She then pulled her
dress up in front and in back and tried to look behind her. As she was
trying to pull the back of her panties away from her skin so she could see
each of the characters inside, Marty slipped his left hand between her legs
in front and pushed the side of his index finger and the web of his thumb
directly against her vulva once more. He was able to again distract her
enough by trying, albeit somewhat unsuccessfully, to count each character
as she told him where to point.
As he was counting, he was looking at her completely exposed and
delicately rounded bum. He was successful in helping her pull her panties
away from her skin and started to pull them down, saying that it would be
easier to see them if she pulled them further down. He counted each
character at least once and then let her release the elastic of her panties
with a snap. She giggled furiously.
"OOOPS! YOUR PANTIES SNAPPED!"
Another giggle was quite enough initiative to do it again, Marty
claiming the elastic of her little underpants along the top of her bummy
with his right index finger. Once the material was as far as the elastic
would permit, he released the tawt garment and let it snap back into place,
another loud 'SNAP' produced, a high pitched titter following.
It was so much fun that Marty made a new game of it, repeating the tug
rearward, letting the elastic go and hearing her squeal with delight. As
each pull backward was at the maximum distance from her elegantly round
little tush, Marty would also pull downward, increasing the amount of
tender plump flesh that would remain exposed.
By the end of four minutes of playing, Misha's fanny was almost
completely exposed when her panties were allowed to snap back into place
the last time. She was also giggling and laughing so fervently that she
was practically doubled over forward, his left hand joining in the fun by
tickling her lower tummy. With absolutely no provocation, Marty leaned his
little visitor toward the couch, her head leaning into the cushions and her
naked bum pointing behind her into the ceiling.
That's when he took it to the next level and lowered his face to her
backside, nibbling on her tender skin with an agreeable series of munching
and grunting noises for the full effect. She giggled, squealed and was so
thrilled to be the focus of her new best friend's attention that she never
noticed Marty pushing his lips further between her cheeks, his tongue less
than an inch from her pursed rosebud.
It was happening so quickly that Marty almost lost track of how far he
was pushing the little girl and relented, not wanting to set an
uncomfortable precident too fast. To the sound of dissatisfied reluctance,
Marty leaned back while he held onto the angel in his arms, maintaining a
series of gentle tickles along her tummy. It was a welcome and loving
reprieve, his view of her naked ass stirring him to try something more.
Even though he had accomplished more than he expected, he still hungered
for more. His mind was running wild with all kinds of ideas for getting
her to let him touch her. Yet another idea was being launched, her chubby
body righted, her knees pressed into his thighs and her back to his right.
"Misha, your panties are so soft. What are they made of?"
"I dunno! I never looked."
"I can't tell if they are satin or silk or cotton. May I see if I can
tell what kind they are?"
"Uh-huh."
As he caressed and massaged her bum, pushing his fingers into the crease
of her bum over and over, he pretended to be trying to discern what they
could possibly be made of. He kept up his gentle barrage on her bum for
about a minute."
"This is really hard. I really can't tell what they feel like. Does
the front feel just like the back?"
"I think so. What do you think Mr. Marty?"
"Let's see . . . "
As his right hand continued to massage and fondle her bum, he very
delicately started running his left hand over her tummy, then down her
front and finally along her vulva, feeling and massaging her cunny ever so
gently as he made funny faces as if he was trying to figure out if both the
front and the back felt the same.
"Well, it mostly feels the same, except where there is extra material
down here."
He ran his left fingers back and forth along her vulva where the
material was the thickest and pretended to determine if this was all the
same type of material.
"Does the inside feel like the outside?"
"I dunno."
"May I see?"
"Uh-huh."
"You're sure you don't mind?"
"Of course not Mr. Marty. You're my best friend. You can do whatever
you want to."
His hands started shaking as he pushed his right hand inside the elastic
on her bum and his left hand tugged at the elastic as he pushed his fingers
down toward her knees up against her tummy inside the fabric in front.
His fingers travelled completely over her bum and cunny, meeting finger
tip to finger tip twice as he pushed his hands between her legs. She never
resisted or changed her expression. She just let her big boyfriend run his
big hands all over her tiny underside. He kept feeling her up for about
two minutes, until he thought he better stop. She would definitely be
getting suspicious if he kept touching her on the same spot over and over.
He finally pulled both hands out of her panties and straightened them.
"I guess it's all the same, but I just can't be sure. I wish I was
better at this than I am. I guess you think I'm pretty dumb for not being
able to tell what kind of fabric it is, huh Misha?"
"You're not dumb! It isn't easy to tell what different things feel like
until you do it a lot. Next time I come over, I'll wear a different pair
of panties for you to see if you can tell what type of material it is.
Would you like to try one more time to see if you can tell?"
"I don't know. You're probably getting pretty tired of me doing this
over and over, aren't you? You want me to stop, don't you?"
"I don't mind! You can keep doing it for a little while longer if you
want to, Mr. Marty, that is, if you REALLY want to? I kind of like it
when you teach me things like this. It makes me feel like you want to help
me understand things and I like it when you spend lots of time with me."
"Well, if you think it's okay to keep trying, then I will. But ONLY if
you want me to."
"Please?"
"Okay!"
Marty pushed his hands into her panties with more confidence and lust
and didn't pretend to play with the material as much the second time. In
fact, her panties were not even slightly the focus of his attention as he
fondled and massaged her prepubescent skin, from her firm, round bum to her
soft, warm labia. He even got brave enough to run the tip of his left
middle finger along the length of her vulva and insert it gently into her
vagina twice. Not far, but far enough to satisfy his curiosity and lust
for her pussy.
The entire time Marty was molesting Misha, her eyes were wide open and
her little mouth had formed a small 'O'.
Two or three minutes went by before Marty decided to rein in his sexual
desires for this little girl and he removed both hands from inside her
panties.
"You know something. I'll bet that the label on your panties might tell
me what they are REALLY made of. May I look inside the back of your
panties and see what they are made of?"
"Uh-huh."
Marty inserted his right hand into the back of her panties and pulled
them down slightly, keeping his hand in contact with her bum as he forced
the fabric far enough away from her bum so he could read the label. His
middle finger was pushing into the crease of her bum as he struggled to
push his head around her.
"It looks like it says 'cotton', but I'm not absolutely sure. I may
have to pull them all the way down and take them off to see it more
clearly.
"Okay."
Misha's breathing was getting labored and rapid and Marty could almost
feel her heart pounding in her tiny chest. He lifted her up by her armpits
until she was standing on her own with her legs on the top of Marty's. He
then pulled her pink dress up and had her hold it up for him while he
pulled her panties down. Once they were almost to her feet, he lifted each
foot and freed the elastic from it's more normal and decent position.
She continued to hold her dress up as Marty pretended to look for the
label, being constantly distracted by her now completely nude cunny. She
could tell what he was looking at and somehow felt at ease with this
stranger doing what he wanted to with her body, as long as he didn't hurt
her! Not having this much attention from her daddy made what Marty was
doing seem more than acceptable, his friendly actions thought of as fun.
His face was no more than three inches from her cunny and he was
revelling in the aroma of her pee impregnated vagina as he faced the beauty
before him. While he was trying to read the label on the inside of her
panties, he slowly leaned toward her until there was little more than the
fabric of her panties between his lips and her pud.
He had one last goal to accomplish while she was still so willing to let
him do what he wanted to. He began to run the panties across his lips and
make cooing noises as he leaned into her, until he was pushing against her
with the cotton material between them.
"They are so soft, Misha. I'm so glad that you let me see how soft they
were. Thank you."
She said nothing, but just stared at him as he pressed his face against
her naked cunny, still slightly protected by her panties, now in HIS hands.
He finally lowered the material and made contact with her hot flesh, now
aching to be touched by her big boyfriend. She wasn't sure why she liked
what he was doing, but she knew that she wanted him to keep doing it, even
though she knew if her mommy found out that she was letting this stranger
touch her in a naughty way, she would never let her see him again.
He seemed to be lost in her body, his hands slowly exploring her from
behind and below, his lips touching and kissing her 'Ginny', his tongue
finding and exploring every facet of her pud.
Marty knew he had finally won her over when she put both hands on his
head and pulled him into her with increasing force. That's when he finally
decided to fess up to what he was doing to her.
"Oh, Babydoll. Your body is so soft and delicious. I wish I could kiss
you and lick you for hours everyday. May I lay you down on my couch so I
can tickle you right here with my tongue?"
His right index finger wiggled between her labia and inside her vagina,
showing her exactly where he was thinking she should permit such a lurid
and nasty act.
Her response was not verbal, but he could sense her head nod up and
down. With one last wet kiss on her pud, he picked her up and lay her down
on her back, pulling her legs apart, completely exposing her presexual
vagina to his full view. He pulled her dress up as high as he could,
exposing her puffy little titties to his anxious eyes.
Wanting to please her boyfriend as much as possible, she continued the
motion of her dress until it was completely off and on the floor in front
of the sofa. His eyes feasted on her delicate beauty, his hands exploring
every bump, every curve, every crease and fold.
What she did next surprised him. She reached toward his face and pulled
him down to her pud, hungry for his attentions to her body. He licked,
kissed and sucked on her pussy for what seemed like hours, enjoying every
moment of their sexual embrace. She just lay there, letting Marty touch
her, explore her, play with her, love her like she had never been loved
before in her short five years.
It was only when she needed to pee that she asked him to stop. He
picked her up and took her to the bathroom where he watched her sit with a
rather unsteady posture on the commode. He had obviously had a significant
effect on her young body, with the constant abuse his fingers and tongue
had given her.
After she went pee and he patted her vulva dry, she thrust her arms
around his neck and wrapped her tiny legs around his body as far as she
could, knowing that she had found the best boyfriend in the whole world.
Nobody had ever treated her with such love and tenderness. Not even her
daddy.
When he carried her out of the bathroom, he turned to go to his bedroom
rather than return to the livingroom. She never objected or even was
concerned about what his intentions were. She knew he would always be
gentle and loving with her.
He lay her down on his big bed and reclined beside her, looking at her
chubby body and running his hands over her entire height and width. She
was completely at ease and fell asleep within five minutes. Marty just
continued to touch and explore her body, spreading her legs apart and
touching her with his hands, then fingers, then lips, then tongue.
He continued to move slowly and gently, trying not to wake her from her
precious sexually induced slumber. She never stirred and slept the sleep
of defrocked angels.
His lips repeatedly encircled her fat quim, sucking her labia into his
mouth and tenderly munching on her flesh without leaving a mark or removing
an ounce of her precious Heaven. Marty's tongue danced between her tight,
fat cleft, finding her nubbin and vagina with each downward exploration.
Even with all the loving tactile abuse, Misha never stirred from her sexual
slumber, allowing her big friend to do more with her chubby body than any
person ever had before.
Intersperced with dreams of rabbits and butterflies dancing inside her
panties and tickling her 'ginny' over and over, she'd wake up briefly, open
her eyes to confirm that it was her newest best friend making her tingle
with excitement, run her fingers through his hair for a moment or two and
then close her eyes as she fell asleep. She couldn't have been happier.
Six hours had elapsed by the time Marty noticed what hour it was. In an
instant, he realized what he had been doing and who he had been doing it
with. He resigned himself to spending the rest of his life behind bars,
being somebody's 'bitch'.
Just as Marty was falling back to reality, Misha woke up and stretched
so beautifully and sexily, that he had to envelope her in a big hug and
kiss her from head to toe, stopping for a while where her legs met.
"Oh, Marty. You make me feel SOOOO good! I want you to do this to me
everyday from now on. Please say you will?"
"Oh, Misha. I would love to please you like this everyday, all day.
There's just one thing that will happen to make me unhappy."
Her face grew solumn and cold.
"What's that?"
"If your mommy and daddy, or anyone else in the whole world ever find
out what we did today, I would NEVER be able to see you again. They would
take you away from me and throw me into jail for the rest of my life. It
would be awful to not be able to see you ever again."
"Oh, Marty. Please don't say that. Nobody will EVER find out what
we're doing, I promise. I won't tell anyone forever and ever."
"Not even your mommy or best friend?"
"You're my best friend, Marty and I'll never tell my mommy, 'cause
she'll get really mad at me and you if she finds out that I let you touch
me in a naughty way. But I like it so much that I want you to do it over
and over again. Will you promise to tickle me with your fingers and tongue
like you did today?"
"Misha, Babydoll. I'll touch you and tickle you as often as you like.
And if you want to, I'd love to see you walk around my house with nothing
on all the time. Would you do that for me, Sweetie?"
"I'll do anything you ask me to, Marty."
Marty continued to finger Misha's tender pussy, hoping that someday very
soon he would be able to push his woody in there, instead of settling for
his fingers and tongue.
"We better get something to eat before your mommy comes home. You'll
have to go home very soon and I'm going to miss you terribly tonight."
"I wish I could stay with you from now on, Marty. My daddy doesn't even
want me around anymore."
"Don't say that, Honey. I'm sure he loves you very much."
"No he doesn't. He really likes little boys a lot more. A lot more
than he likes girls. He doesn't even love my mommy. He just stays with
her because of my grandpa Manjin."
"How did all this happen, then, Misha?"
"It all started when my daddy got caught with my mommy's younger brother
in bed. They were doing it when my grandpa caught them and he got REAL
mad. He told my daddy that if he didn't marry my mommy and give him some
grandchildren, he would do some awful stuff to him. That's why he married
my mommy. He didn't even want to make me 'cause he hates to do it with
girls. But if he didn't, my grandpa would come find him and do terrible
things to him. My poor mommy hasn't been with a real man in her whole life
and it makes her very sad."
"She told you this?"
"Uh-huh! She said that she wished she could find someone that would
make her feel like a real woman and treat her like she was more than just a
slave or maid. I really wish I could find someone for my mommy just like
you."
As Misha finished her sentence, her eyes flew open wide and a broad grin
filled her face.
"Marty, you could be my mommy's best friend just like you're MY best
friend."
"You want me to do all this stuff to your mommy, just like I did it to
you?"
"Uh-huh! Would you please? It would make her so happy, I just know
it."
"But there's just one problem, Babydoll. If your mommy finds out what I
did with you today, she'll be so mad that she'll never want me to be HER
'best friend'."
"Let me take care of that, okay Marty?"
A cold chill ran down Marty's back, thinking of the day Kumi found out
that he molested Misha's tiny body. He tried desperately to talk Misha out
of her plan, but she would have no part of it. Now that she figured out
what to do for her mommy to make her happy, she was going to find a way to
make it happen.
They went to the kitchen and prepared a small dinner, ate, played some
more on the couch in the living room and then reluctantly decided to put an
end to their first and most wonderful day, got Misha dressed and walked
across the street to her house.
When they got there, they noticed that Kumi had been crying. Misha
immediately tried to comfort her mommy, but to no avail. Marty began to
wonder if he should try to comfort her, but felt uneasy as to how to start.
Misha started to put her plan into action.
"Mommy, I wish you had someone that you could hug like I do. Mr. Marty
made me feel so much better when I fell off my bike, I wish he could make
you feel better. Would you hug him just for me?"
"Misha, you are such a sweet child. We should not burden Mr. Marty
with my problems. He should not be interested in someone like me since he
is such a good looking and mature man. He should want a woman that is big
and tall and does not look like a child. He should not want a woman that
looks like a little girl. He should want a woman that has the body of a
real woman, not like my body. I am so ashamed. I have nothing that I can
offer a man."
As Kumi cried, Misha held her and tried to make her feel better.
Nothing seemed to work. Marty was becoming more and more uncomfortable
being there and didn't know what to do to help Kumi.
Finally, Misha looked up to Marty and begged him to help.
"Mr. Marty, would you please hold my mommy and make her feel better
like you made me feel better?"
"Misha, I'd like to very much, but your mommy may not want me to touch
or hold her. She may not like me enough to let me do that. I wish I could
but she may not want me to."
"You should like to hold me if wish you to?"
"Yes, I would Kumi."
Marty could tell he was being invited through subtle glances and body
posture. But he was still reluctant.
"Mr. Marty, please hold my mommy."
As Kumi looked down at Misha and then up at Marty, he knew he had to
try, so he leaned forward, put his arms around her impish body and gently
squeezed. It didn't take more than a second before Kumi returned with a
very ardent embrace, her hands moving over Marty's back and body like a
hungry animal searching for food.
Within a minute, he could feel her pushing her hips into him, hungrily
desiring more than just a platonic embrace. As she kept pressing into him
with her hips, Marty could feel his woody growing, trying to seek out
whatever was on the other side of his trousers. Kumi took notice of his
growing passion and started to push harder against his now fully interested
member. Marty couldn't resist any longer and put his right hand on Kumi's
skirt covered bum and gently squeezed.
This was likened to throwing a lit match onto an open pit filled with
gasoline. Kumi reached up to Marty's face and pulled herself into his
lips, kissing him wildly. Any fear or uneasiness that Marty had before was
completely gone. He pulled her skirt up and pushed his hand inside her
panties and against her wonderfully rounded bum. His hand was filled with
flesh that was on fire, hungry for attention and affection. As she kissed
him, sucking on his lips and tongue, he kept fondling and massaging her
bum, trying desperately to push her panties down far enough so he could
expose what he knew was an absolutely perfect ass.
He changed his tactic slightly and worked his hand to her front, pushing
his hand between their bodies, pulling her skirt up and then inside the
front of her tiny bikini panties. He was rewarded with the most precious
and perfectly formed smooth cunny. As he ran his fingers down her cleft
and into her vagina, he pushed her panties down with the back of his hand.
They fell away as if she were shedding an unwanted second skin.
As his middle finger thrust in and out of her hot love box, she started
to gyrate, the frequency of her movements matching every thrust of his
finger. Soon, she was humping his finger and moaning loudly. Marty was so
aroused that he forgot completely about Misha standing right there and
started to undo the buttons on Kumi's blouse with his free hand.
Once the first four or five buttons were undone, Kumi started to help by
trying to pull her blouse off before the rest of the buttons had been
liberated. Once her blouse was finally off, Marty was treated to the most
exquisite set of teenage titties he had ever seen, beautifully supported
and confined by a black demi-cut front clasp bra. This was also freed of
it's bonds and on the floor with her panties and blouse.
The only thing left was her blue pleated short skirt, which he tried to
remove with his free hand but was altogether unsuccessful. He wanted
desperately to see her naked so he asked her for help.
"Kumi, Honey. Take your skirt off, please. I want to see all of your
gorgeous body."
"You wish to see ALL my body, Mr. Marty?"
"Honey, I've been wanting to see your body since the first time I saw
your cute panties when you bent over to pick up Misha that first day you
moved in."
"You truly wish to see ALL my little girl body? You can see that my
breasts are so small and you will see that my pussy it has no hair."
"Kumi, sugar. I absolutely love looking at little girls' bodies with no
hair and small breasts. I must tell you that I had a few peeks of your
pussy when I brought Misha to your house when she fell off her bike. Do
you remember when you were wearing the towel around your body? I was
looking inside the opening of the towel at your lovely pussy and I would
very much like to see it again, please."
"If you should like to see little girls' bodies with no hair and small
breasts, then you should like to see both me and Misha. There is not much
difference between my Misha and me."
"What you're saying isn't true. There has to be a big difference
between you and Misha. She is just a beautiful little five year old girl.
You are a young woman and are much more mature."
"Truly, there is not much difference between my Misha and me."
"I'm sorry, Kumi. I don't believe you. I have to see. Take your skirt
off, please. I MUST see you now."
Marty was still fingering Kumi while she undid the clasp and zipper in
back, her skirt falling down against his hand. To see her skirt in a
crumpled heap, barely covering her naked cunny was obscenely sexy. He
wanted to make love to Kumi right then, right there.
He removed his finger from her vagina, let the fabric fall to the floor
and returned to his ministrations. He then knelt down in front of Kumi and
tried to absorb as much of her beauty as he could.
"Kumi, Sugar. Your body is absolutely beautiful. I love it just the
way it is right here. There is NO way that your body is just like
Misha's."
"I know you do not believe me, Mr. Marty. But this is true."
"Okay then, let's see. Come right here, Misha."
Marty motioned for Misha to stand right next to Kumi and then he did
something that he never in his life thought he would do. He began removing
Misha's dress, right in front of Kumi. Misha was smiling the biggest smile
he had ever seen on her. He pulled her dress up and off of her tiny body
and then pulled her panties down with one finger until they were on the
floor next to Kumi's panties.
As Marty started to speak, he began running his free hand over Misha's
body and started to duplicate to her what he was doing to Kumi.
"Now, let me see."
He continued exploring each of their nubile forms with both hands,
hoping this moment could be dragged out for hours.
"Kumi, your body is a lot different from Misha's. You have fuller
breasts and your punani has much more flesh right here."
His right hand moved delicately but firmly along the crease of her
vulva, pressing against her labia, then squeezing each lip separately, then
together as if he were a gynocologist performing an examination. He
fondled and molested each of his 'patients' for ten minutes, as each of
them seemed to be thoroughly enjoying their mutual physical exam.
Kumi's labia was an exact copy of her daughter's, just larger in form
and brighter with pink passion. Their mons' seemed to be pushing forward
from their bodies, as if they had been added as a sexual afterthought
during their creation. They were absolutely perfect in Marty's eyes and
his hands. Both girls were completely absorbed in his ministrations and
they wanted him to continue for hours, if only he would.
This being only the third time he had been in Kumi's presence, he was
pleasantly surprised that she would allow him to look at her naked body and
push his 'gaijin' fingers everywhere on her body he wanted to. She never
resisted any of his caresses or explorations.
Marty became bolder and braver as his vacation from reality continued.
As he continued to diddle Kumi's clitoris softly, her body rocking back and
forth in rhythm to his motions, he leaned over to Misha and began kissing
and licking her cunny, tentatively at first, but with increasing passion as
time continued.
Kumi's moans distracted Marty enough to force him to move his face to
her punani, moving his thumb out of the way and replacing it with his
tongue. He maintained a constant attack on her clitoris as she began
bucking with increasing pressure against his face, thrusting her hips into
him as if she had never been treated to such wonderful physical abuse.
As his left hand continued to fondle and molest Misha's pussy, Kumi
began to cry out, louder and louder until he could tell Misha was giggling
at the level of her mommy's new pleasure. Kumi erupted with one orgasm
after another as Marty maintained the attack on her clitoris with his
tongue and her vagina with his right index and middle fingers. Her cries
and moans were both erotic and pitiful, obvious to all present that Kumi
had never been treated to such pleasures ever in her short life.
Marty didn't know how long he could keep this up, his tongue getting
increasingly cramped with the amount of pressure and movement against
Kumi's thoroughly abused pussy. He was relieved when Kumi held each side
of his head with her hands and pushed him away from her ever so slightly.
He slowed his attack and reduced the pressure on her cunny until he was
ever so softly lapping at her smooth, cum drenched pussy, running his
tongue up and down along her deep cleft, soothing the skin that he had just
been abusing for the last several dozen minutes.
"OH! Marty-sama! You have given me such pleasure that I have never had
in my life. Ari-gato gosai-mas! I am so very grateful to you for such a
gift."
"Kumi, I'm very pleased that you would allow me to do this for you. I
have completely enjoyed providing this pleasure to you and I hope I'll be
able to do it again very, very soon. Maybe even again later today if
you'll let me."
Kumi's eyes rolled back into her head as she imagined having this much
fun in just a few hours. Marty could tell she was still reeling from the
first set of orgasms and thinking of all the ones that he would be giving
her in short order.
He never stopped playing with Misha, maintaining a constant barrage of
finger and thumb attacks on her tiny, but elegantly plump cunny.
"You are pleased to enjoy both Misha and me? You are not afraid of my
little girl body? I tell you that I look very much like my daughter, but
you do not think I look unpleasant?"
"Kumi, both you and Misha are VERY beautiful and I am honored and proud
that you would allow me to share both of your bodies with me. I am so
pleased that I hope you'll allow me to provide you and Misha with many more
days and months of sexual pleasure. I hope it doesn't make you angry that
I want to touch and play with BOTH you and your lovely daughter?"
"Marty-sama, you may do with us as you wish, as long as you do not hurt
us or cause us pain. I wish for you to play with Misha and me as much as
you will."
"It doesn't bother you that I am touching and fondling your daughter as
she stands naked in front of you and me?"
"As long as it pleases you, you may do as you wish. I give you my
daughter as my gift for pleasuring me as you have. I must ask that you
provide me with some pleasure very much often, if you will honor me by
doing so. If you do this, you may have my daughter as often as you wish,
as long as she will allow it."
"Thank you, Mommy. I know that Mr. Marty will be very pleased from now
on. Can we take him to bed right now, Mommy, so he can please you some
more?"
"Misha, I don't think it would be a good idea for me to take your mommy
to her bed, since that's where your daddy sleeps with your mommy. It
wouldn't be right to do that. Do you understand, Honey?"
"What about if we went to YOUR house? Would that be okay, Mommy?"
Marty kept massaging and fondling both of their cunnies, keeping them
both wet and horny, knowing that if he did so, they would soon be in his
arms and his bed, providing him with hours and hours of unbelievable sexual
pleasure.
"You wish for us to go with you to your bedroom, Marty-sama?"
"I would be honored and completely satisfied to do that, Kumi."
"Come on, Mommy. Let's go!"
Misha grabbed Marty's left hand, still diddling her pussy and started
toward the door, forcing his right hand away from her mommy's sticky pussy.
She was about to run out of the house naked as the day she was born,
dragging her naked mommy and Marty across the street with her, when Kumi
stopped her and giggled.
"Misha, you must put your dress on, little one. You must not allow
other people to see you with nothing on your body, just Marty-sama."
"Ooops! Sorry Mommy."
She ran back to where her dress lay, crumpled and empty on the floor
over her panties. She pulled it over her head and arms and was about to
repeat her trek out the door, her pink dress open in the back, exposing her
body from her shoulders to the top of her delectable bum.
Kumi regained her composure, knelt down behind Misha and began to fasten
the buttons of Misha's dress, never making any attempt to block Marty's
continuing molestation of her own teenaged-looking body.
Once Misha was properly covered, sans her panties, Misha started to help
her mommy get dressed. She rather openly didn't pick up her black lacy
bra, but instead pushed Kumi's blouse up onto her awaiting arms, buttoning
it closed from the bottom, leaving half of the upper buttons undone. Marty
could plainly see Kumi's nipples and areolas through the sheer material,
but made no attempt to interfere with Misha.
Kumi stood and Misha pulled her pleated skirt up her smooth, white
unblemished legs, again, obviously intending to leave her mommy's panties
on the floor next to her own. Marty never moved as Misha finished dressing
her mommy, the horny man pulling her short skirt much higher than she would
normally wear it in public, exposing her round bum and her beautifully
smooth punani to his view. Marty could not resist the temptation to run
both of his hands along her barely covered body 'inside' her skirt.
Kumi blushed brightly as she realized how much of her body was open to
everyone's view and turned to Marty.
"Marty-sama, would you permit that I pull my skirt down just a small
amount? I do not wish for anyone else to see me as you have. I will pull
it up again as we are in your house."
"As long as you promise to pull it up high enough for me to see all of
your sexy body when we get there."
"You believe that my body is SEXY?"
"VERY! I hope you will let me see it like this everyday."
"You may see me in any way you wish, as often as you wish."
"Thank you, Kumi. I'll let you pull it down just a little while we walk
across the street, but just a little. I want to see your cute bum as you
walk in front of me."
She blushed again, excited that anyone would want to see her naked body
as much as Marty did. She knew that she would do whatever he wanted from
now on.
She looked deeply into his eyes as she tugged at the bottom hem of her
skirt, forcing it to completely cover her both front and back. Marty shook
his head as she blocked his view of her body.
"Too much! You need to pull it up just a little."
She blushed again and feebly tried to raise it along her hips a little
at a time. Marty held onto her legs near her hips and waited anxiously as
she resisted his silent pleas to go higher.
Just as the bottom edge of her puffy pink labia came into view, he
nodded.
"Just like that. That's enough."
He turned her around slowly as he examined just how much he could see as
she moved. The bottom edge of her wet labia was erotically peeking out
below the hem of her skirt as he turned her to see her round bum. The fold
where her legs met her bum was just open to his view as he fondled and
massaged her legs. She obediently held her arms up to her chest as he
raped her with his eyes, turning around and around before him.
She had never before been the object of so much attention and it was
thrilling beyond measure. She felt slightly ashamed, but knew that if he
wanted her to pull it up higher, she would comply without hesitation,
clearly exposing her body for anyone to see if they could see them walk
across the street.
Marty couldn't resist and lifted her skirt slightly, leaned down and
kissed her on the bum, pushing his face between her cheeks. She leaned
forward a little, granting him complete and unrestricted access to the most
private part of her body with his mouth. He pushed his tongue up into her
folds until he felt the wetness between her labia, his nose rubbing against
the puckered rose of her ass. He wanted to continue, but knew that it
would be better to get across the street and resume his pleasant attack on
BOTH of their bodies.
Marty and Kumi didn't realize it, but Misha had mimicked Kumi and raised
the hem of her dress by pulling the bodice of her pink dress up until her
cunny and bum were completely exposed. She stood smiling back at her mommy
and newest best friend and made her way out the front door, her fleshy bum
wiggling and writhing as she walked. Neither of the adults made her pull
her dress down, excited, thrilled and filled with sexual pleasure as the
little five year old brazenly walked out of the front of her house, showing
off her delicious chubby little body to anyone that might happen by.
Before he got up, Marty reached over and collected both of their panties
and Kumi's bra, stuffing them into his pockets. Kumi got her keys and the
three of them made their way across the street.
They need not have worried about anyone seeing either of the girls as
they crossed to Marty's house. Not a soul could be seen walking or driving
by as they trekked up his driveway and made their way inside.
The door hadn't been closed and the lock latched more than a second
before both girls thrust themselves into Marty's arms, filling them with
semi dressed bodies. Marty responded by immediately pushing his hands up
their dress and skirt and filled them with plump, eager to be explored
flesh. Both girls started giggling like children and hugged him tightly.
"Mr. Marty, I told you I could get you to hug my mommy like you did me
earlier today. She needs to have hugs and kisses and needs to be touched
and played with as much as I do. Now that we live next to you, we can come
over and you can touch us and play with us as much as you want to, is that
okay?"
"Misha Darling, you and your mommy can come over and stay here as much
as you want to and if I'm VERY lucky, you'll both let me touch you and play
with you everyday."
"Marty-sama, you would wish for us to come to your house and be with you
every-DAY? Is this TRULY so?"
"Kumi, as far as I'm concerned, you and Misha can live here whenever
your husband goes out of town, but you need not worry about bringing any
clothes with you, since I intend on keeping both of you naked and beautiful
all the time."
"You are certain that you are not ashamed of my little girl body?"
"NOT AT ALL! You have a very sexy body and I want to see it right now."
Kumi smiled and blushed as she pulled her skirt up a little for Marty to
again have an unobstructed view of her cunny. Marty had her stand back a
couple of feet as he drank in her nubile form, hungry to see her again, in
a manner that she had never been seen by another man before. At least one
that cared!
Her white blouse accented her little breasts, peeking behind the sheer
fabric with her darkened and stiff nipples. At first, she wanted to hide
her body by crossing her arms in front of her chest and block the view of
her punani with her open hands, but he shook his head with a kind of lust
in his eyes that she had never experienced before. She was embarrassed,
ashamed and excited all at the same time. She knew he wanted to see her so
she pulled her hands to her hips and stood in defiance as he drank in her
Asian beauty.
While he was enjoying Kumi's lily white charms, Misha pressed her body
into his left side, pushing her left leg into his lap and lifting her right
leg behind him, grinding her wet pussy into the side of his left arm,
rubbing it up and down, back and forth. For a five year old, Misha had a
very adult way about her, weakening Marty and gaining his attention enough
to move his arm behind her and filling his hand once again with her waiting
bum, pushing his index and middle finger between her legs. Her vulva was
still wet with excitement as he gently started to finger fuck her from
behind.
She arched her back and pushed her bum out to meet his immoral advances,
aching for him to have his way with her in every way possible. As he
commenced his finger attack on her preschool pussy, making loud smacking
and wet snapping noises as he thrust in and out of her vagina, he reached
forward and pushed the middle finger of his right hand between Kumi's legs
and right into her waiting snatch, repeating to Kumi what he was doing to
Misha. The sounds of wet pussy and the smell of sex was filling the
entrance hall as he heaped load after load of abuse on their cunnies.
Misha started kissing the side of Marty's face as he felt her start to
shiver and buck against his ministrations. She was soon in the middle of
her first orgasm in front of her mommy as he found her tiny clitoris,
massaging it as his other fingers dove into her body. Her cooing and
whimpering were just what Kumi needed to take her over the edge and she was
also convulsing and gyrating onto Marty's other hand.
It didn't take more than a month before Kumi's husband found out she
wasn't home nearly as much as he had expected, which was FINE by him! He
had OTHER playthings that he wanted to bring home.
Within three months of meeting Marty, both of his new girls just moved
their stuff out of the old house and into Marty's, his new girlfriends
eager to do anything for him. By the end of the year, Kumi's father Manjin
Okomato got wind of his daughter's absence from her supposed husband and
issued some stern orders. Either she divorced her disloyal homosexual
husband or she had to move back to Japan, in shame.
The paperwork took only three days to process.
Marty and Kumi got married in Yokohama in front of all her relatives,
all of them VERY pleased that she now had a REAL husband. Misha was
beaming with pride for her mommy and also happy for herself, because SHE
now had a daddy that would hug her, and kiss her, and give her LOTS of good
tingles as much as she wanted.
Kumi got pregnant within two months of their return to the States. To
Marty's glee, he was going to have another little girl, a playmate for his
lovely daughter Misha and a plaything for the horny American after she grew
up a little bit.
The girls were incredibly pleased from then on, their future and
happiness secure.
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