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Special_3.txt
Special Needs Lovers - Part 3 of 8 (Special_#.txt)
- Two Lonely Girls at the Auction
- Permitted Hidden Touches and Pleasant Feelings
- A Late Night Snack for a Naked and Sleepy Trisha
- Locked in Debbie's Room, Painting for me Naked
- Masturbating in Front of a Blind Girl and Fondling Her Lovely Small
Breasts
- A Kiss is NOT Just a Kiss, Because It Usually Leads To Lingual
Masturbation
Mf Mg
Cons, Rom, Pett, Teen, Oral, Pedo, Oral
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Loving 'special needs' children wasn't something I expected I'd ever
do, but found I wasn't able to resist after my heart was stolen from
me, accepting my task with aplomb. Finding damaged angels in an
orphanage that was little more than a refuse container and last stop of
an extensive child prostitution network shocked me. But it didn't
deter me from eventually giving five of them a safe home and only one
loving 'daddy' to have fun and grow up with.
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Continued from Part 2 (Special_2.txt)
With nobody taking up comfortable positions on soft leather or cloth
couches along the way, I found my way to the top of the stairs on the
second floor, no distractions to keep me from joining the rest of the
local community with a minute to spare before the bids started. Martha
saw me coming down the stairs and immediately headed in my direction.
"Is everything okay Terry?"
"Oh, yes! Trisha and I visited for a few minutes after she got into
bed, I read her a story and she fell asleep. She's such a lonely
little girl, I hope I'll be able to see her again sometime soon."
"But of COURSE you can Terry! There are still a NUMBER of children
that need local sponsors, including Trisha, Tammy, Melissa, Mary and
Debbie."
"But I thought Debbie already HAD a local sponsor. Who was that nice
older fellow?"
"No. The gentleman that you saw with her earlier is ALWAYS greeted
like that. He doesn't have any particular favorites here. He just
likes to come by once in a while when he's in town and spend a few
minutes with a couple of the children that aren't being visited. He's
already gone for the evening. I'm sure ANY of the girls you met today
would love to have a chance to visit with you quite soon. When the
auction is over, do you have any plans?"
"You mean after I leave?"
"No, before."
"Well, Tammy asked me to walk her to her room so she could play her
music box for me before I left and I'd sure hate to break my promise to
her."
"That's wonderful! There won't be any problems with that. The poor
dear rarely has any visitors and anyone that shows interest in her
music certainly has MY vote. I think she plays so well, don't you?"
"Indeed YES! She should be encouraged to practice more and learn a
much wider variety of musical pieces and styles. I'd like to help her,
if I could."
"What a darling man. You're going to spoil more than ONE little angel
here, aren't you Terry?"
"As long as it doesn't create any problems, I'd like that very much."
"Excellent! Now you just go sit with Tammy over there and visit with
her for a few more minutes until the auction is done. When all the
festivities are over, I'll make sure you two have a chance to visit
privately so you can hear her play her music machine."
Was this her way of inviting me to have my way with Tammy too? Was
Martha openly trying to coax me into a sexual relationship with one of
her wards? It made me both shudder in fear and excitement, my sexual
experience with older women so practiced and skilled that none of the
darling little angels here could resist my talents, were I to start
them on a long road of sexual pleasure and lusty passions.
I made my way through the tightening crowd, an increasing number of
them carrying folding chairs to various places near one or two of their
favorite children facing the front of the room. When I saw both Tammy
and Debbie by themselves, I felt heartbroken for both of them. Time to
fix that!
Near the back of the room was a couch inside a small cove with a set of
screened bifold doors along each side in front with only enough room
for two people to occupy, perfect for me, Tammy AND Debbie. When I
walked up to Tammy, she must have recognized my cologne. Her demeanor
and attitude changed remarkably quickly.
"Hi handsome. Coming to take me away and marry me?"
"Yup! Mind if I take you and Debbie to the couch along the back wall
so we can sit and visit and make out until the auction is over?"
"I'd LIKE that!"
Holding her tiny hand in mine, I directed her, or more likely she
directed ME to the soft couch, her familiarity with its location making
it seem as if she really COULD see. Debbie was still sitting next to
her display of handicrafts, alone, her lower lip quivering as if she
was about to cry. Time to fix that too!
"You have a seat right there and I'll be back in a second, Tammy."
Tammy daintily made herself comfortable, carefully extending the back
of her skirt under both legs and folding her hands over her lap so
nobody could 'accidentally' take a quick peek between her pretty
stocking covered thighs. She looked almost angelic in her motions, so
out of place here in this orphanage it hurt me as I watched her settle
down.
Debbie never saw me walking up to her, her face toward her hands on her
lap. When I stopped in front of her, she immediately looked up and
smiled.
"Would you like to come sit with Tammy and me, Debbie?"
"NYEAHHHHH!"
Her exalted response was so loud that about a dozen people chuckled.
It also preceeded her immediate need to show me just how much she
appreciated my wanting her to come sit with me and one of the other
children, her tight grasp around my neck practically pulling me down to
her chair.
"Come on Angel. Let's go sit on the couch with Tammy."
"Ohhhh-ghayyyyy."
By the time my butt hit the cushion, I was engulfed in two VERY hungry
little girl's bodies. Tammy wanted me to hold both of her legs over my
left thigh, my left hand cupping the outside of her stocking covered
limb and her right shoulder leaning hard into the left side of my body.
Debbie preferred that she lean her back against my right side, holding
my right arm around her neck and my right wrist draped over her
collarbone. By the time she stopped pulling my hand down, my hand was
hidden under her thickly bundled scarf around her neck with the tips of
my fingers far enough inside the top of her fluffy sweater that I could
feel the warmth of her chest as the heat billowed up inside.
Fortunately for me, everybody else was facing forward just in case her
scarf might not be able to completely cover where my hand was and what
my fingers were doing as they gently began insinuating inside.
Once the gathering was called to order, both of my arm decorations lay
their heads onto my shoulders and pressed even firmer against me. I
gave Tammy's left thigh a nice long, tight squeeze, her soft whimper
adequate confirmation that where I was holding her was enjoyable,
tactally affectionate and seemed perfectly acceptable to her.
To see just how naive Debbie was, I tickled her chest well clear of
anything soft and warm further down using the tip of my middle finger a
few times, close enough to her titty that if she knew better, she'd
resist what I was doing as naughty. Instead, she giggled and pulled my
hand down a little harder, obviously anxious for gentle 'tickles'.
What I'd be tickling soon enough must not have frightened her in the
least.
With absolutely no fear at all, she kept pulling my hand down, the tips
of my fingers moving back and forth slowly and softly, caressing her
chest less than an inch from where her developing breasts started to
fill her top. With my fingers doing their magic on the poor little
retarded girl, the room in front of us was filled with soft
conversations and the steady droning of the assigned 'barker', calling
out the craft number and each of the bids as they were withdrawn from
the gold box.
Debbie never seemed the slightest concerned about the continuous
contact of my fingers and her chest, moving ever closer to the soft
sponginess of her young left titty as each second ticked by, her chest
heaving up and down in a steady rhythm and her heart beating regularly
deep within her chest.
There was absolutely no difference in her demeanor when my middle
finger began exploring the fullness of her developing silken flesh, her
attention held on the activities in the front of the room rather than
the determined explorations across the increasingly naughty dimensions
inside her sweater. She did nothing more than keep her face forward
until I was cupping her whole left breast, her nipple now held tightly
between my index and middle fingers and my digits no longer shifting
back and forth.
She took a deep breath, looked toward my face for a second, received a
warm smile and then snuggled once more into my right side, my right
hand not causing her the slightest bit of concern. Fortunately, her
sweater was bulky enough that any movements my hand made inside her top
weren't seen, my fingers softly caressing her silken braless titty the
whole time she sat next to me.
The mental description of what my hand was doing as it explored the
tender expanse of her tender form cascaded back and forth in my mind,
the sensations so fulfilling and delicately rewarding that for the
briefest of moments, seemed completely acceptable. The warmth of her
body, firmness of her small breast and texture of her distended nipple
filled me with a sense of satisfaction and absolute contentment, my
fingers and hand skillfully providing my little mentally challenged
host with warm and gently tingly feelings in her altered sense of
reality.
I can remember many unsuccessful attempts to do with OTHER more
mentally aware girls in high school, what I was being affording with
Debbie at this moment. Nothing crass or demeaning, not intended to
cause pain or heartache, meant solely as physical pleasure and loving
entertainment. All those many tries at tactile gratification were
quickly rebuffed as 'nasty' and resulted in my learning about the
methods for pleasing women much later in my young life than I had
genuinely desired.
With my right hand and fingers delving over Debbie's inviting titty, it
seemed odd and yet quite comfortable for me to also softly caress the
outside of Tammy's stocking covered thigh, my hand shifting slightly
higher and higher under the bottom hem of her school uniform without
any resistance whatsoever. To make what I was doing seem even MORE
absurd, Tammy turned even harder to her right, giving me more complete
access to her leg.
The little minx must have been able to sense just how much of her leg
the other patrons might be able to see if any of them had turned around
to witness me softly caressing her left thigh, so she reached over my
shoulder and withdrew a decorative throwcover from the back of the
couch, laying it over her legs and my left hand.
To my pleasant surprise, she now used her covered left hand to tug her
skirt away from under her leg, pulling it clear of her round bum and
tucking it behind her so her stocking covered thigh and fanny were no
longer obstructed by the dark blue pleated material.
Without a word, she pushed her left leg harder to her right, quietly
urging me to explore more of her fabric covered lower limb. My hand
seemed to operate on its own accord, moving silently higher until I was
able to cup the underside of her left leg directly under her bum.
There was absolutely no innocence in my actions, my fingers massaging
her leg with more enthusiasm by the second. Tammy just sat there,
softly moaning and whimpering just loud enough for my left ear to
capture the sound and revel in it as it echoed in my head.
So there I sat, my left hand up Tammy's skirt, cupping the underside of
her stocking covered thigh and my right hand pulled hard into the
inside of Debbie's sweater, softly kneading the incredibly elegant
silkiness of her left breast and teasing her nipple to intense
firmness.
Neither of my couch partners seemed even mildly interested in anything
other than being right there at my sides, their young, innocent bodies
and minds trouble free and lost in their own quiet dreams and passions.
I softly caressed and fondled them for the rest of the auction, their
attention to the activities at the front of the room interrupted only
long enough to kiss my cheek or snuggle into my side real tight for a
few seconds, their earlier positions resumed immediately after.
As the auction was coming to an end, I had to remove both hands from
Heaven, neither of my little girlfriends willing to let go quite that
easily. When everyone applauded at the conclusion of the awards
ceremonies, the final bids being called out for each of the crafts and
the winners to be notified privately, I actually had to tug rather hard
to retrieve both of my hands. I didn't WANT to stop playing with their
lovely bodies, but knew that such blatant activities wouldn't be
tolerated with so many people around.
Well . . . they wouldn't be tolerated whether they were around or NOT,
but with a potential audience present, it was an intelligent decision
to remove both of my hands and return them to a more normal location.
Tammy pulled my ear toward her mouth and whispered what she was hoping.
"Did you win the bid for mine Terry?"
"It doesn't matter, Honey. I'll win your bid either way, even if
somebody else gets to stand in front of the crowd and hold up the
certificate for your prize. I'll also get you that music player like I
promised."
"Thanks handsome!"
"You're welcome, Angel."
With a quick kiss on my left cheek, I reached as far under her left leg
as I could, the softness of her bummy yielding to my firm grip. Tammy
sighed contentedly and then turned, sitting forward on the couch,
leaned back and let me straighten up. I then leaned over to Debbie's
ear and whispered to her as well.
"I sure hope I won the bid for your sunrise painting, Sugar. That's my
favorite painting of all the ones I saw today."
"Ghan niiyyy shoowww you biii uvver one Tehh-Reeee?"
"Sure Debbie. Where IS your other one?"
"Is in biii rooom. Ghan wee ngho see it now?""
"I'm not sure Sugar. It's already seven thirty and I'm not sure if
Martha wants you to have any visitors this late."
"Is ohh-ghay Tehh-Reeee. You ghan stay wiff beee if you wannn."
"As long as you let me take Tammy to her room before I come see you
Sugar. You'll have to wait a few minutes for me to come back after
that, okay?"
"Ohh-ghay Tehh-Reeee."
"Let's all get something to eat before all the food is gone, okay
girls?"
With incredible enthusiasm, both of them held onto my arms and
practically pulled me into the room where all the food was, heaping
portions still available for everyone to feast on for another hour or
two. The three of us took up a place on a small side table at the far
end of the room, Tammy still on my left in a parlor chair and Debbie on
my right. Leaving them briefly, I retrieved three plates of food,
three glasses of fruit punch and repeated my journey four times before
they were both satisfied.
I immediately thought of Trisha quietly laying down in her room,
possibly feeling left out, certainly alone and hopefully wanting some
quiet company.
With quiet whispers to both of my little friends, enough food and
goodies to keep them occupied for a few minutes more, I gathered up two
plates of food and treats and stole my way up to Trisha's room, tapping
on the door three times before I heard her feet hit the floor and
paddle across her room to unlock and then pull the door open. She
never made the slightest attempt at covering up, her still naked form
taking me completely off guard.
When she saw me standing on the other side with enough for both of us
to eat for the next thirty minutes, she started crying softly and
stepped backward. I had no idea what she might be thinking, so I
carefully made my way in, set the food down on her desk next to her
book and returned to close the door, my feet still firmly inside her
room.
She must have imagined my offering of food as payment for a short
vacation with her teenaged body, my will soon to be imposed on her
small form and my hormones about to be expressed in real time with a
reluctant and frightened young teenaged girl.
Trisha seemed determined that I was yet again about to thrust my will
at her helpless body, meekly accepting whatever I was about to do with
her. Instead, I put both arms around her and held her to my chest,
rocking her back and forth, never saying a word. The heat coming from
her body seemed to melt my resolve, almost begging me to hold her for
hours and hours.
I let her cry for another few minutes before I reached to her chin and
tugged her face up so I could look straight into her eyes. She looked
absolutely miserable.
"I wanted to make sure you had some more of the goodies before I left
Trisha. I've been visiting with Tammy and Debbie and all the other
folks downstairs, eating all the tasty food that people brought from
all over. I hope you like what I brought."
With no resistance at all, her body was pulled beside mine to the desk,
both of us facing the two plates of delicious provisions and the cups
of juice. Her attitude was so meek that I took command of her position
once again, pulling her desk chair out, her top and panties still where
she had thrown them. Once sitting down, I pulled her to my lap and
nestled her on top of my thighs.
Her naked beauty was hard to ignore with her sitting on my lap, but I
was determined that she'd see a NICE man tonight rather than one she
expected to take advantage of her without any concern for her feelings
or safety.
I reached around behind me and picked up both of the garments that she
had so casually tossed their earlier, setting them on top of her bare
thighs. In the process, I took a few LONG looks at both of her
perfectly formed little cones of flesh on her chest and her still
hairless little mound, a dark crease disappearing between her thighs
somewhere toward Heaven.
"Let' put these back on, okay Trisha?"
She looked into my face as if I'd told her it was raining sunshine
outside or that milk came from crows. She must have been completely
confused.
Her top was bundled up into a fabric donut once again, lifted over her
head and pulled down her body with both arms travelling into the
appropriate openings. With a little nudge, I stood her to my right and
held her panties out at her feet, nonverbally asking her to lift one
and then the other inside. She held onto my shoulders as she stepped
into her underwear, my hands pulling them up her painfully soft and
inviting thighs until I made certain they were in place.
With a soft pat on her bum under her nightshirt, I looked up at her
face and smiled, retrieving my hands and holding her along her waist,
the bottom hem of her bright white top falling back down to provide her
with decent visual protection while I remained in her presence.
Once properly dressed for mature visitors, she sat back down on my lap,
still looking at me as if she couldn't believe a grown man didn't want
to have his way with her, ESPECIALLY when she was already in the nude
when she greeted me.
She never stopped looking at my face even after I collected a few
finger sandwiches and shared them with her. She munched and chewed
wordlessly, both of us looking at each other, no conversation or
subject important enough to interrupt our repast. When I offered her a
glass of punch, she took it and drank it down in one long, slow gulp,
handing me the empty glass and laying her head down on my left shoulder
when I set the empty container next to the similarly vacant plates.
For another fifteen minutes, all I did was hold her around her back
with my left arm, my right hand softly caressing her bare thighs. My
hand may have wanted or NEEDED to travel the few inches up her chubby
limbs and tickle her cunny or clitty, but my mind knew this little
damaged angel would have preferred for me to remain a gentleman.
I did!
When her breathing was regular and steady, I knew she had again fallen
asleep on my lap, her body desperately trying to come to grips with all
the emotions and feelings that I had imparted over the last few hours.
Her body was lifted and carried to her bathroom, her panties pulled
down once again and her plump bum settled onto the cool white plastic
ring. She instinctively emptied her bladder for me again without
comment or request, a small bundle of paper tissue dabbed gently
between her thighs and her underpants returned to their earlier
location. She never said or did a thing as I put her back into bed,
her top coming off and her panties pulled over her feet in bed, this
time in complete view.
I may have been decent and polite by NOT molesting or scaring her, but
had NO illusions of missing such a lovely display. I put both garments
on the back of the chair once more and came back to sit with her until
she fell completely asleep, her nightlight on so I could see her
expressions and watch her for a few minutes longer.
She remained perfectly covered this time, my hands far enough away from
her tender breasts that she was able to drift off to sleep undisturbed.
With one stolen kiss, I gathered up the empty dishes and made my way
out the door, again certain to flip the latch of her door lock so she
could have some form of safety during her slumber.
When I came back down the stairs, Martha once again stopped me before I
could make my way back to where Tammy and Debbie were waiting. She was
thanking those guests that decided to call it an early evening at the
front entry and bidding them a safe drive home when she saw me
approach.
"Hi Martha."
"Hello Terry. Were you taking some goodies to somebody special?"
"Um hmmm! Trisha and I shared some delicious morsels for a few minutes
before she fell asleep. I just couldn't let her go to bed without an
evening snack."
"Terry, you're so thoughtful. I don't know of ANYONE that's tried so
hard to make her feel as special as you have this evening. She's got
to be thinking highly of you right now, isn't she?"
"I hope so. I'd hate for her to think ill of me. She's such a
frightened little thing. I can't imagine what she's been through to
make her feel so absolutely terrified of any and everyone around her."
"She's had a pretty tough time of it with being an abandoned orphan,
terrified that somebody is gonna hurt her if they look at her sideways
and all the other children less than kind when nobody else is around.
She pretty much keeps to herself almost all day and night."
"If it's possible, I'd like to spend some more time with her every once
in a while. I mean . . . with ALL the children, but especially
Trisha."
"I know what you mean Terry and don't worry. You can spend as much
time with ANY of the children as you'd like without concern for anyone
saying anything about it. There are a number of sponsors that even
like to take a few of the children home with them every once in a while
so they can be in a more home-like setting. We have to be sure all of
their needs are met, of course, but we're not hung up on formalities
around here. If you'd like to take one of the children home with you
for a day or two anytime, then let me know and I'll get their things
set up so you can have everything they'll need. By the way. Do I need
to tend to Trisha's potty requirements before too long?"
"No, I helped her go before I put her to bed. Even while she was
asleep in my arms and patiently sitting on the potty, she seemed to
know that she needed to go. She really isn't that much trouble to take
care of after all."
"My, my! It looks as if she might HAVE a chance to spend some special
family time with you very soon Terry. Would you like to take her home
with you this evening?"
"She's already asleep Martha. I'd hate to wake her up just so I can
take her home so I can put her back to bed. Besides, my extra bedroom
isn't set up for a young lady yet. It has all of my extra household
goods stacked up along one wall, so is less than appetising for someone
expecting to see what would normally be a guest room."
I hated to lie to her like that, but lying to her about my house not
being ready to receive guests is FAR less a crime than kissing and
fondling little girls, especially those not able to distinguish the
difference between what was right and what wasn't normally permitted.
"Well, don't take too long before cleaning it up, because I'm sure
before this next week is out, Trisha will be begging to either see you
again or come visit with you privately. I know if you'd taken care of
any other little girl as much as you have Trisha, they'd certainly want
to see what it might be like to have a loving daddy for the first time
in their lifes."
"That's a wonderful sentiment Martha. I just wish my home life was
stable enough so I COULD entertain such an incredibly tender idea.
Since I'm not married, I'm not sure how it would look for a man like me
to be hosting one of your girls for a few days and nights."
"Think nothing of it Terry. There are all SORTS of arrangements
considered here at the 'House'. The only requirement that I have is
that the children be safe, loved and not hurt in any way. Are you SURE
you wouldn't like for me to see if she'd like to go with you this
evening? You're certainly welcome to keep her for a day or two if you
feel up to it. I know she'd just LOVE to have some quiet time with you
away from the other children."
"Well, I tell you what. I've promised to listen to Tammy's music for a
few minutes and see another of Debbie's paintings before I leave. If
you don't think it's too late by nine thirty or ten for her to come
home with me, then we'll chat again before I go."
She looked at her pendant watch and saw that it was already eight forty
five, so close to all the childrens' bedtime that it might be better to
wait until another day.
"I suppose you're right. It IS a bit late this evening. Once you
visit with Tammy and Debbie for a few minutes, it'll be time for them
to get ready for bed too. Would you be willing to help me by getting
them ready as well? You seem quite comfortable with your getting
Trisha ready earlier."
"I've had a little practice."
"I truly appreciate your visiting us today Terry. You're welcome to
come back anytime you'd like and stay as long as you'd feel
comfortable."
"Thank you Martha."
With a tender hug and a kiss on the cheek, it was time for me to see
two more young ladies that might be wondering whether I was going to
keep my word about visiting with them before I left. I made my way
back to the front room, both little girls anxiously awaiting my return.
When Debbie saw me, she seemed to glow with anticipation, Tammy sensing
her housemate's excitement.
"Hello ladies. Guess who?"
"Hi handsome. Can we go and listen to some of my music for a little
while? I know you want to visit with both of us, so who gets to have
you first?"
"I'll leave that up to you Tammy."
"Why don't you take me to my room first, drop me off and then go visit
with Debbie for a little while. When you feel like it, you can come
visit me after that and I'll keep you ALL to myself until you have to
go home."
What could SHE possibly be thinking? Not what my woody was, certainly!
"That's very mature of you Tammy. I'm sure Debbie likes your
suggestion completely."
"Ghaannn weee nghoo Tehh-Reeee?"
"Uh huh! We're gonna walk Tammy to her room and then you're gonna show
me your other paintings, okay?"
"Ohhh-ghayyyy!"
The three of us made our way up the two flights of stairs alongside a
few of the other guests, a few doors closed once little hosts were led
inside by anxious and visibly nervous adults. The three of us made our
way down a long series of hallways and finally were back at Tammy's
door. This time, I flipped the light on as I entered, Tammy walking
straight to her window seat where her music machine was still sitting.
She sat down gracefully, straightened her skirt once again as she had
been taught and began to tickle the plastic keys softly, already
anxious to show off her musical prowess.
"I'll practice right here until you get back Terry. When you come see
me, I'll be ready to show you whatever you want as much as you want to
look."
My heart jumped!
"I'll be back real soon Tammy."
I leaned forward and softly kissed her next to her mouth, wanting to
plant another warm wet one on those luscious lips but thought better of
it with Debbie tugging my right hand toward the door. In a very soft
whisper, the blind little eight year old responded.
"Thanks Terry. You kiss nice."
The light switch was flipped off and the door softly closed, Debbie
practically yanking my arm out of the socket so I'd come see her room.
It was on the same floor as Tammy's, near the middle of the hall on the
opposite side.
Her room was almost a mirror image of Tammy's but certainly MUCH bigger
than Trisha's. With both of us inside, Debbie closed and locked the
door, wanting to keep me IN rather than anyone else OUT. Silly little
thing! She had no idea I knew how to work the latch.
As soon as she deemed it appropriate, she pulled me to the center of
the room and flung her arms around me, gripping me more tightly than
she had before. In a surprising move, even for ME, I reached as far
down her body as I could behind her and lifted her up. In the process,
my left hand had collected the fabric of her skirt and when her body
was hoisted into the air, a majority of the material followed along
without a sound.
Just as her older friend had done after I arrived, her skirt was pulled
all the way up her body in back and her panty covered bum was exposed
to the cool air that filled the room around us. This time, Debbie
stifled her squeal and just hung on, liking the ardent embrace much
more than the first one she received from me. Unlike our first hug, my
right hand was now cupping her fat little panty covered ass, her chubby
flesh distorted easily by my hand and fingers as I kept her lifted high
enough to hold her feet off the floor.
Debbie was so pleased by her newest hug that twice she tried to wrap
her chubby legs around me, lifting her calves up my thighs until I was
practically engulfed by a living pink crab.
Not sensing even the slightest concern for where my right hand stopped,
Debbie held onto me and tried to keep me from considering any
possibility of letting go, her arms so tight around my neck that it
felt like I was getting dizzy from lack of blood or oxygen. The
illicit sensation of my hand cupping her bum was sufficient enough to
keep me conscious.
After about a minute of our mutually enjoyable embrace, I set her feet
back to the floor but never pulled my hand away from her fanny, letting
her skirt fall down over the back of my fingers as I leaned back
slightly.
"You like to get lots of hugs, don't you Debbie?"
Her head bobbed up and down while her smile spread completely across
her face. When she shifted her arms from around my neck to around my
body and pulled me tight to her once again, I knew I was going to be
able to get away with more nasty contact with her soft tush. She never
made the connection between my hand's increasingly naughty adventures
across her panty covered hiney and what she might normally have
received from the local pastor. That is, unless the pastor came from a
church somewhere near Boston!
Debbie was one of the only girls that I remembered seeing not wearing
tights this evening except for Mary, and I revelled in my luck, my hand
slipping into the elastic at her waist and pushing down inside. When I
cupped her naked flesh, my heart hammered in my chest and I felt my
cock try its best to find an opening in the front of my slacks. I got
very carried away with my exploits across her almost jelly like
derrier, Debbie never growing aware of my hand working her panties down
her bum. With my fingers exploring more and more of her crease, I knew
I needed to curtail my activities lest she eventually become aware of
what I was up to and politely ask me to stop.
"Would you like to show me some of your paintings now Debbie? I'd sure
like to see you work on one when I was with you."
In an inconceivable flurry of activity, Debbie broke our hug and headed
straight for her desk, never reaching under her blue pleated skirt to
pull her panties back up. She was not as aware of her surroundings as
anyone I had ever met before. It was painfully apparent that anyone
might be able to have their way with her if they had enough time alone.
"Gumm ON, Tehh-Reeee!"
She pulled me to her desk and began shuffling a dozen or so hand
painted images on top until she found one that looked strangely
familiar to the one I had most likely purchased earlier this evening.
"My! Isn't that PRETTY!"
"Ghann I baaaint one for you Tehh-Reeee?"
"Would you like to paint one for me right NOW, Debbie?"
"Uhhhhh-huuuhhhhh!"
"Sure! Why not. You just have to remember that I need to go visit
Tammy too, okay?"
"Ohh-ghaay."
My little artist then gathered what looked like an elementary school
student's plastic paint tray with a small bottle of water off to one
side and a blank sheet of thick white paper. She was about to begin
painting straight away when I stopped her, wanting her to be slightly
more comfortable sitting in her chair.
"Let's sit you down first, Honey."
I pulled her chair back and directed her bum toward it, her attention
so tightly focused to the items on top of her desk that she was
oblivious to anything else around her. It wasn't a good idea for her
to be so entranced in her painting, since before her bum hit the seat,
I pulled her skirt up in back high enough to expose her naked fanny,
her panties still pulled down just below the crease of her ass where it
met her thighs.
Her tush was full, round, bright pink and so pretty, I just had to see
it being distorted and deformed by my nasty hand. Holding her skirt up
with my left hand, my right followed an unspoken course around the
extents of her bummy, softly wrestling with her skin with absolutely no
resistance from its owner. It never broke her concentration away from
her newest masterpiece, my hand travelling back and forth across her
naked bum as my eyes feasted on the immoral display.
It was so easy to fondle her naked bum that I increased the level of
contact between my fingers and her bare backside, urging my fingertips
along the smooth, tight crease from top to between her thighs. Along
the way, I was certain to tickle the opening of her vagina just firm
enough that I induced a small flood of lubrication, her body already
aware of the wonderful sensations of a master fondler at work but her
mind completely devoid of anything immoral or indecent.
My digital adventure didn't last more than a minute or so, my mind
clearing long enough to convince my hands to pull her backward onto the
seat as I held her skirt as high as I could in back. When she was
sitting all the way down, I pushed the chair forward far enough that
she'd be comfortable working at her desk but still with enough room
between her tummy and the desk that I could see her panties pulled down
slightly on the front of her chubby thighs.
I leaned over her right shoulder and pushed my face next to hers,
looking straight down her body toward her yonni.
Then I saw it! At least, a small portion of it.
Her cunny was absolutely FAT and full, still hairless even at sixteen
and hopefully with an incredibly long dark crease running from high on
her mons all the way between her legs to what HAD to be nirhvana. With
Debbie working intently on her painting, I worked her skirt as high up
her body in front as I could, exposing as much of her cunny as I could
to my nasty gaze.
With my head right next to hers, leaning over her right shoulder far
enough that I could see all the way down her front, I began working her
panties down her legs until I needed to shift my position to her right
side, each of her legs being lifted and her white undergarment pulled
free from her feet.
Returned to my earlier position, I looked down her body as my hands
slowly tugged her legs apart, both of them moving without any impedence
whatsoever. Debbie seemed to allow any form of motion and direction to
be imparted to her legs, her knees ninety degrees apart and her chubby
thighs separated far enough that I could have put her paint tray and
her paper masterpiece on the chair in front of her and STILL had room
to lick her silly. Her plump puddy was so easy to stare at that I
watched her intently, completely unconcerned about the immoral actions
my hands were conducting.
Now that I had a clear view of her gorgeous twat, it was time to divert
my attention to when she, Tammy and I were parked on the comfy couch
downstairs. I revelled in my mind's eye the memory of what I had
caressed earlier when she was leaning into my right side and my right
hand was delving into the front of her warm sweater as the auction
commenced.
Her fluffy scarf was untied and then worked around her neck with only a
passing gesture of acknowledgement, her left hand softly scratching her
neck where the material had induced a little tickle. With her scarf
set over the top of her panties on the floor, I pushed my head once
again over her right shoulder and looked straight down the front of her
body, my eyes focused on the inside of the pretty sweater she was
wearing.
With a progression of steady caressing movements of my left hand, I
worked it around the left side of her neck and down her chest until it
was at the top opening of her thick blouse, my fingers pushing the
material away from her body so I could more easily look inside. There
before my gaze were two perfect little cones of pink flesh, tipped with
dark pink points and quarter sized similarly painted patches.
With my artist still completely focused on her work, my left hand
travelled inside her sweater and moved from one to the other breast,
tickling her nipples and making each one push forward to erect
firmness. I went from stimulating her nips to cupping each breast,
openly fondling her naked titties without the slightest concern from
Debbie.
I couldn't hold back any longer!
With my left hand moving around inside her sweater, I moved my right
down her body under her right arm until my middle finger was being
gripped by the elegant softness of her tight labia, her body naively
producing adequate lubrication without her having to think about it.
My finger travelled from deep within her vagina to the crest of her
mons, tickling her clitty a few times and then back down. This little
angel was no longer a virgin, most likely one of the townsfolk having
done the nasty deed.
I had coaxed enough slick fluids from inside her that with her not the
LEAST bit concerned, I began to make sticky snapping and popping noises
with her pussy juices. She never permitted herself to be distracted
from the painting, even when I focused my attention on her clitty.
My hormones were now completely in control, my mind beset with visions
of Debbie mindlessly painting away as I hammered at her pussy from
behind. I was tempted . . .
With a quick glance at the clock on her desk, I knew it was time to go.
I had already spent thirty minutes with Debbie and still needed to go
see Tammy. I was sure what I was getting away with in Debbie's room
wouldn't be repeated with a much more savvy and intelligent blind girl
of eight.
"I know you don't want me to leave, Honey, but it's getting late and we
need to get you ready for bedtime, okay? Would you be a good girl for
Terry and put your painting away until I come back in a few days? We
need to take you to go potty and then put you in bed, okay?"
"Oh-ghay Tehh-Reee."
With a few more nasty gropes between her legs, I helped Debbie up off
the chair and turned her around so I could see her body when I lifted
her sweater up over her head. She stood perfectly still the whole time
I bunched the fabric up under her neck, holding it still as she looked
at the top of her desk, the paint still wet on her developing
masterpiece. I was fixed in place the whole time, staring at her
lovely little naked titties, her nipples now firm and ready for a good
tongue lashing. With a quick trip to her chest, that's exactly what my
mouth did!
It didn't last long enough to truly enjoy, but it was enough to keep my
interest.
With her sweater completely over her head and lifted off each arm, I
set it down on top of her panties and scarf and unzipped her skirt,
finally letting it drop down her legs in a quiet, immoral hush. This
time, I wasn't going to miss any chances at close inspection of her
cunny, so I turned her so she could more easily face her desk and
distracted her once again.
"I'll bet you like to paint a whole bunch, huh Debbie? When I come
back, I want to watch you paint for a LONG time, okay?"
With her eyes locked directly onto her painting, she knew she wasn't
supposed to do any more, but couldn't resist the opportunity to do a
few more lines, so she snuck her hand over to the paintbrush and began
to introduce a few more colors to the paper, hoping I wouldn't stop her
too quickly.
With the fabric of her skirt around her feet, I bent down on my knees
and leaned forward, my face right in front of her quim, her perfume
filling the area around me with intensely strong female pheromones.
With her focused on her painting, I focused on her cunny.
As delicately as I could, I teased her feet apart and was able to get
her thighs far enough away from each other that I could see and then
lick her vulva from clitty to vagina. Debbie's attention was so
utterly converged on her being able to paint a little bit more that she
never became aware of my tongue working deep between her labia. I
began feasting on her naked quim as intently and as hungrily as the
elderly man had on that little girl half Debbie's age on the second
floor couch at the top of the stairs. Debbie tasted so good, I wanted
to eat her for hours.
After only a few minutes more of my face delving into her charms, I
relinquished my grasp of her pussy and was able to pull her to the
bathroom, direct her to the potty and help her empty her bladder, her
slurred speech about her favorite pasttime enough of a mental
distraction for her that she again didn't notice me playing with her
quim once more after I finished wiping her relatively dry. My fingers
never stopped exploring any portion of her naked sweetness, her fat
quim so easily and immorally fondled that I probably could have bent
her over the desk and fucked her for two hours straight, or until she
finished her painting.
Now that there was more light to see every detail, I examined the
mindless angel before me, her smooth unblemished skin urging me to
touch and sample every square inch of her. That's when I noticed three
small thin and light pink scars on her tummy, one horizontal just under
her bellybutton and two diagonal ones lower down and closer to her
hips. It didn't take me more than a half second after I recognized the
orientation of all three that I understood why they were there.
This poor mind-bent retarded sixteen year old had been surgically
sterilized, most likely so she didn't accidentally add to the
population of the 'House'. I felt sorry for Debbie instantly, because
of the theft of her only natural birthright, being a mother when the
time came and the conditions were right.
I also had to come to terms with the possibility that she'd never be
able to adequately care for a life created inside her tummy, another
example of unwanted responsibilities left to chance and discarded like
so much trash.
In spite of my awareness of her medical condition, I never lost any
hunger for her nice body, Debbie actually encouraging me to keep
touching her if my hands fell away or didn't move around quickly or
firmly enough.
Even after I slipped her bare feet between the sheets, I never took my
hands away from her naked titties or cunny, softly caressing her the
entire time she rambled on about all the friendly people she met today
and how much fun it was for me to 'help' her paint. She even continued
babbling on while I stared and fondled her body from each nipple to her
clitty, my fingers teasing her vulva apart so I could tug her clitoral
hood back and lean far enough forward to lick her nubbin a few times.
She was so mindlessly entranced by her discussion about creating a new
painting for me that she wasn't the slightest concerned or distracted
by my hands caressing her body and my tongue delicately licking her
nubbin back and forth. She seemed so unmoved by all the attention I
was giving her that she even absentmindedly lifted each thigh
individually, set them over my shoulders and patiently allowed me to
feast on her cunny.
She even put both of her hands around the back of my head and ran her
fingers through my hair as I licked and sucked on her quim, her
conversation never waining and her cadence steady. I was so beyond
reality that I was tempted to pull my dick out and slip it between her
legs, certain that she'd never ONCE complain about what I was up to if
I tried.
I didn't!
After a few more minutes of nasty sexual lingual adventures between her
thighs, I pulled my face away, smiled at her and got up. With a couple
of wipes of tissue, I made sure she was dry, put her panties back on
and kissed her goodnight. The only thing Debbie was concerned about as
I reached for the doorknob was how soon I'd be back so I could help her
finish her painting.
"We'll see if I can come back in just a couple of days, Honey."
"Ohh-ghay Tehh-Reee!"
"G-nite sweetie!"
"NITE!"
When I backed out of her room, the hallway lights were now dimmed but
not off, the only sounds discernable above my own throbbing heart and
deep breathing were gentle whispers and some giggling from beyond a few
of the closed doors as I walked past. I hoped desperately that none of
the other 'visitors' might see me as I made my way back to Tammy's
room.
With a gentle tap, I announced my return.
"Tammy?"
"Is that you Terry?"
"Um hmmm!"
"Come in!"
I immediately flipped the light switch on and saw her sitting on the
windowseat, her music machine still where she had it when I left.
Except this time, there was an obvious yawn coming from Tammy's mouth,
her right hand trying to block my seeing it.
"Tammy, may I use your potty for a minute, Honey?"
"Sure Terry."
My mind having been completely polluted with disgusting thoughts, I
left the bathroom door wide open as I began hammering away at my dick,
Tammy looking aimlessly in my general direction but not looking
directly toward me. It felt absolutely nasty to masturbate in front of
a blind eight year old, but I needed relief and she wasn't going to see
me or my cock anyway, so I felt it might add to the intense stimulation
if I could see her sitting still as I hugged and stroked my dick.
When I let go and sprayed my seed into her potty, she looked right at
me, as if she had suddenly been granted the ability for a brief peek.
Wiped up, I turned around and sat so I didn't make a supreme mess of
her commode and floor, my strong yellow emissions certain to splash
everywhere from my current height. With tremendous relief, I flushed
the commode and pulled my slacks back up, very embarrassed about having
done something so utterly disgusting in front of my innocent sightless
hostess.
With my hands and face washed clean and dry, I walked over to my sleepy
musician, her head bobbing back and forth, trying to stay upright
rather than fall all the way forward with her intense need for sleep.
It took some coaxing, but I was finally able to talk Tammy into letting
me return for my recital at a later date. Her negotiation skills were
still quite strong, the only way I was able to depart so quickly this
evening was if I'd let her kiss me as long as she wanted once she was
in bed. Not a bad idea!
Now much more comfortable around me and certainly tired enough not to
complain too much, I helped Tammy get undressed down to her panties,
enjoying the sensation of tugging a pair of little girl's tights off
without her screaming in the process. With only one more task to
perform before she would be safely between the sheets, we walked to her
potty and seemed to be quite the team, my helping her without being
asked to.
Since she couldn't see my face, I stared longingly between her thighs
as she softly tinkled into the still water, my hands able to pry her
knees far enough apart that I could see her tender pink little girl
slit. She looked so much different from Debbie and Trisha. Tammy had
an almost flat little cunny, no clitty or labia minoris evident. What
I COULD see of her vagina was just a tiny slightly pink area deep along
her cleft. The fact that I couldn't see where it was made it that much
more alluring.
With her panties pulled back up and her body in my arms, she was
carefully nestled into bed, her tiny feet pushed all the way inside and
her little bumps of soon to be fondled titties adequately covered so I
didn't ruin a perfectly good thing before taking advantage of it.
I almost forgot about her need for a goodnight kiss, Tammy anxious to
remind me once she realized I was headed for the door. I asked her to
reach to my face so she'd be in control and only leaned forward when
she began pulling me into her lips.
This kiss was not between a man and a little girl. It felt more like a
woman to me than ANY little girl I could have imagined. Tammy
maintained a nice series of nibbles and munching suckles, her lips
hungry to envelope mine as much as possible. I never resisted any of
her actions, letting her dictate how passionate our kiss would be. It
felt so good to kiss a woman like this again that I forgot about the
incredible difference in our ages and cupped the back of her head,
twisting my face back and forth in front of hers and my lips encircling
her tender mouth over and over.
By the time she broke our first goodnight kiss, 'I' was breathless! I
couldn't imagine what this near naked little eight year old beneath me
might be thinking! Clarification soon to follow!
"THANKS TERRY! You kiss NICE! Thanks for letting me kiss you for
REAL, 'cause nobody EVER lets me kiss them like THAT!"
"Well, you need to be careful Angel. If you let other boys or men kiss
you like that, they might want to do OTHER stuff other than just
kissing. Do you understand what I'm talking about Sugar?"
"Yeah. You mean like touching and rubbing and pretending to make
babies after I pull my panties down and lots of fun sex stuff like
that?"
"Um hmmm."
"I don't let NOBODY do that with me, 'cause I don't trust them. I know
I can trust YOU though, Terry. You're nice and would NEVER hurt me,
would you?"
"No, I wouldn't. But you STILL need to be careful, because I might
forget that I'm kissing a pretty little eight year old and I might
think I was kissing a gorgeous twenty or thirty year old woman and
start doing stuff that I only did with THEM!"
"But, you wouldn't HURT me, would you Terry?"
"No. Like I said before, I wouldn't HURT you, but I might do some
stuff that might scare you like when I tickled you before. Remember?"
"That didn't scare me. It just surprised me, that's all. If you
wanted to tickle me again, I wouldn't mind, honest."
"TAMMY???"
"Really, Terry! I know you wouldn't hurt me or nothin'."
"You are such a lovely little thing, aren't you Tammy? I hope you
never find out just how cruel some men or boys can be if they get a
chance to take advantage of a pretty little girl like you. It would
make me feel absolutely AWFUL if I ever found out that somebody did
something to you or WITH you that you didn't like. I'd want to protect
you and keep you from any sort of harm for as long as I live."
"Really? Would you be my HERO?"
"You silly little girl, of COURSE I'd be your hero."
Without a second's delay, Tammy wrapped her arms around my neck and
pulled me toward her once again, our lips meeting and our tongues
intertwining almost instantly. As wonderful as it was to kiss her, I
needed to bring her to reality.
With my right hand slowly snaking its way across the bed from above her
left shoulder to her left side just below her arm, I pressed the side
of my wrist to her body, making sure she could feel where I was and
what was touching her. Her kiss never slowed down.
With an incredibly slow journey inward, I shifted my open hand over her
tummy and over her body until the tips of my fingers were less than an
inch from her left nipple. When our lips separated, I was certain
she'd had enough.
"It feels nice for YOU to touch me Terry. I knew you'd be gentle."
She pulled my face into hers, our lips joining once again and my
fingers travelling the remaining distance to her now erect nipple. I
teased her mercilessly, softly rolling it around, running my fingertips
along the edges and around it in circles, feeling the soft sponginess
of her developing mound as I caressed and fondled her. It was only
when she needed to take a deep breath that our lips came apart, her
chest heaving and her heart beating wildly.
In a winded voice, she finally told me what she was thinking.
"Oh, TERRY! I never knew kissing could be THIS much fun."
"Kissing can be a LOT more fun, but I'm not sure if you're old enough
to find out what THAT feels like yet."
"Will it make my insides all tingly and squishy like that one time when
you kissed me down there?"
"Um hmmm. But even BETTER!"
Her voice dropped off so much, I almost couldn't hear it.
" better? "
"Better than any feeling you've ever felt in your whole life."
"Terry?"
"Um hmmm?"
"Could you . . . would you . . . ?"
"Not here Angel. You'd like it so much that you wouldn't be able to
control how loud your voice got when it felt better like that."
With my fingers still caressing and playing with her left titty, I
leaned forward once again and softly kissed her. This last kiss was
much less passionate but certainly not any less enjoyable. After
another minute, I pulled back and smiled at the blind innocence of a
little girl that knew much more about life than I imagined. Time to
get her thinking of an opportunity that she might not want to miss out
on.
"Martha says that she'll let me bring some of the children home with me
once in a while and if you'd like to come spend a few days with me all
by ourselves, then we'll see."
"Oh, Terry. I wish I could go home with you right now!"
"I do too Angel. But my house is still a little messy. I didn't
expect that I'd have a chance to bring home a guest this evening, but
I'll take care of that so I can bring you back with me real soon.
Would you like to come visit me all by yourself?"
"Oh, YEAH!"
"Good girl. Now listen. Before I start doing naughty things that I
shouldn't, I better get out of your bedroom."
"Can I have just ONE more kiss, please?"
My lips met hers once again, my right hand not able to resist her soft
skin. It began to travel back and forth across her chest, from one
titty to the other, fondling and playing with her naked body, exploring
her tender form and revelling in the intense stimulation of our illicit
bond.
When her left hand let go of my face and landed on my hand, I was
certain I had gone too far. Instead, she began pushing my hand down
her body.
Then she did it!
With absolute determination, she worked the tips of my fingers into the
elastic of her panties and all the way inside until I was touching and
enjoying the softness of her naked cunny. Nobody was there to warn her
as her blanket and sheet were drawn down, exposing her body from her
collarbone to her upper thighs.
The first thing I did was to locate and begin to stimulate her clitty
my a talented digit, her hips pushing up to greet each of my wayward
wanderings around the blood engorged bump. In little over two minutes,
she let go of my hand and wrapped both arms around my neck, holding on
for dear life as we kissed and while I worked her nubbin so thoroughly,
she'd soon reach her zenith.
And then she did!
I switched my left and right hands, making sure to keep her satisfied
with constant contact and not miss a sweet upward thrust or downward
poke. With a series of quick, short, sharp thrusts, Tammy silently
allowed her body to succumb to the intense stimulation of a series of
tight jabs of electricity travelling from her cunny to her head and
back down. She never said a thing or made a sound, our lips fighting
to stay locked together in a lusty kiss as her body tried to come to
grips with the incredibly strong convulsions.
For her part, she did MUCH better than a lot of women I'd fingered to
orgasm over the years.
I let her slowly come back down, reducing the pressure on her clitoris
until all I was doing was softly stroking her now slick gash up and
down, taking longer and further trips toward her vagina until I could
finally feel the incredible heat coming from within her body. My
finger slowly teased at her vaginal opening as my thumb maintained a
steady rolling motion over her nubbin, her body still twitching every
second and her mouth now free to take in huge lung fulls of air
unrestricted.
When I felt her hymen resist the intrusion, I stopped and pulled my
finger away. She knew much more about what I had just done than I
could have imagined, a shakey smile forming on her mouth. In an
incredibly soft whisper, I heard words that I treasured.
"I KNEW you wouldn't hurt me Terry. You just wanted to see what I felt
like underneath on my soft part, didn't you? I'm glad you didn't push
real hard 'cause you know it would hurt REAL bad, right?"
"You're right Angel. It would hurt EXTREMELY badly and I'd never want
to hurt you like that. You're much too young to feel that, anyway."
"But when I'm ready, you'll be good to me and make my insides all
squishy and tingly again when you do it, won't you Terry? Would you
please put your finger back where it was for just like a minute or two
and make me feel all tingly and not hurt me none?"
All I could do was look at her, a naked little blind eight year old,
allowing me to finger the entrance of her virginal cunt and kiss her
openly, perfectly aware that a little girl's first time was VERY
special. The softness of her almost nonexistant vulva was intriguing,
my thumb gently arcing over the top of her clitty as my middle or index
finger wiggled back and forth between the warmth of her slender labia.
Tammy was a nervous wreck but kept smiling as her hips twitched and
urged upward each time my fingers travelled around and across her tight
vaginal opening. I was close, but I couldn't do that to her now.
"Terry?"
"Mmm hmmm?"
"If I wanted you to, would YOU be my first one?"
"Yes I would Tammy."
"Would you be mad at me if I wanted to wait for a little while? Maybe
even for a LONG little while?"
"No Angel, I wouldn't be mad at you if you wanted me to wait for even a
LONG LONG time."
The idea of taking a virgin at ANY age somehow appealed to me, my vast
experience not EVER involving the breaking of a virgin into womanhood.
I'd wait alright. As long as was necessary!
With a series of tender kisses, I made my way down her face, her chest,
across both nipples and finally down her tummy until I was face first
inside the front of her panties. When my expert and practiced tongue
began dancing with her clitty, all she could do was to hang on with
both hands and pull my face hard into her pussy, her mouth closed as
tightly as she could so not a sound could be heard.
Her first lingual orgasm was no less stimulating or exciting as her
first digital one. She took to the sensations greedily and almost
didn't want me to stop. I certainly wasn't in any hurry to break
contact with something so utterly sweet and tender. It felt and she
tasted so good, I took a series of tender nibbles out of her nubbin.
As each gentle bite was completed and her soft skin was sucked between
my lips and teeth, her hips pushed up into my face and urgently begged
for more accompanied by a low gutteral moan. I gave her as much as she
could handle which was a lot more than I expected.
After untold minutes of continuous convulsions and sweet bucking, I
knew to peak her and then give her a rest, so I sucked her incredibly
tiny nubbin between my lips and gave her a clitoral blowjob, her body
going rigid for about ten seconds and then limp. With her heart still
beating wildly and her breathing deep and fast, I looked up and saw her
smiling, a tear rolling down from her left eye.
With a slight diversion for the experience, I slipped my tongue as far
between her vulvar lips as I could and tongue fucked the entrance to
her vagina, teasing at her hymen and testing for its dimensions, her
thighs clamping around my head and her butt coming up off the sheets.
Again, her hands held my head in place as I flicked and lapped at her
opening, her soft whimpers and moans convincing me that I needed to
quit.
I let her rest for another fifteen minutes, softly caressing her pussy
after pulling her panties further down her thighs so I could openly
look at her pretty cunny. She eventually lay back on her bed with her
hands over her head and her legs spread fully apart, aware that I was
enjoying the vision before me.
I retrieved a few tissues and wiped up the mess I made of her, making
certain to tickle her a few times in the process, her nubbin and vagina
so easy to stimulate that I hungered to feast on her pussy for the rest
of the night.
By the time the clock read ten thirty, I knew I had better make tracks.
Tammy truly didn't want me to leave, her awareness of my gentle nature
no longer preventing anything I wanted to do with her. If I could have
spent the night with her, I would have.
It took tremendous strength on my part to pry my hands away from the
inside of her panties or from her budding titties, her lips repeating
their soft dance across mine as long as I was close enough, even after
I had licked her repeatedly. After one long tight hug, I pulled her
panties and covers up, stood up and walked to the door, flipped her
lock so she'd be safe in her hormone altered state, walked through the
door and made my way downstairs.
Continued in Part 4 (Special_4.txt)
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