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Special_4.txt
Special Needs Lovers - Part 4 of 8 (Special_#.txt)
- Mary Wants Some Company, And a Nice Kiss
- Kissing, Fondling, Stripping Mary Naked, Lingual Masturbation and
Fingering a Senseless Angel
- Invitation To A Sunday Service
- Hugging A Frightened Trisha for an Hour
- Our First Kiss, A Pretty Dress and a Short Visit with Friends
Mg Mf
Cons, Rom, Pett, Pedo, Oral, Teen
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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 3 (Special_3.txt)
When I finally made my way to the first floor, I was greeted by Mary,
the quiet motion of her wheelchair toward me filling me with an eery
sensation, as if her presence was mere fiction. It almost appeared as
if she were hovering above the floor for a moment.
"Hi Terry! Can you come visit with me for a little while before you
go?"
It was plainly obvious to me that she had been watching and waiting for
me to return.
"Are you sure Honey? It's getting kind of late already."
"Please? You're the only one that wanted to visit with me for REAL
tonight and I'd sure like to talk to you and see you smile and not be
interrupted by rude Mrs. Robisen."
Without telling her I agreed with her assessment of the incredibly
insensitive woman, Mary tugged at my hand and my heart at the same
time, urging me to spend a few more minutes with her in relative
solitude.
She made her way back inside the front room and almost exactly where we
had visited before, my height being reduced as she tugged me down to
her level. I knelt patiently next to Mary as she smiled and resumed
our conversation, the subject matter unimportant and insignificant
enough for me to interrupt her like Mrs. Robisen did.
After a few minutes of quiet conversation and at least three
opportunities to fondle the top of her rather pretty but useless
thighs, I allowed myself to relax and asked a quiet, and very daring
question.
"Is there someplace we can go where I can sit down and we can still
talk Mary? My feet and knees are hurting a little bit right now."
"Oh, I'm sorry Terry! I've been having such a good time talking to you
that I never thought about how you must feel too. We can go to the
other end of the front room where there's a nice couch that's big
enough for BOTH of us to sit on."
Without a word of confirmation or approval, she pulled me into her
face, kissed me on the cheek and let me get up, unlocked the wheels on
her wheelchair and began rolling toward the far side of the room, the
same series of bi-fold doors covered with dark cloth that I had visited
with Tammy and Debbie her intended goal.
Without any difficulty, she stopped in front of the right-middle door,
tugged it open just far enough to admit her chair and went past, urging
me to follow her. Once we were both inside the small room, she
directed me to sit down in the middle of the couch, pulled the door
closed and moved her chair close to my knees. I figured she was going
to remain in her chair while we carried on our conversation, but she
found my knees and thighs much more useful as her props or support for
her to lean against and hold as she wrestled to lift her body from the
protective confines of her well used and quite old wheelchair.
I instinctively reached out and pushed my hands under her legs, lifting
her free from her daily prison and set her down on my lap, something
that I hadn't thought about doing. It just happened!
Yeah, I know what you're thinking!
When she was finally settled, she thrust her right arm around my neck
and leaned into my body as hard as she could with her right side, her
face now little more than three inches from mine.
Her smile was so intoxicating that I provided her one of my own,
unwilling to ration out any attempt to show her that I was just as
pleased with her being here as she was with me.
The size of the couch was perfect for holding a little girl snuggly in
an adult's lap, the depth of the seat the right dimension for my back
to be comfortably supported and the inside of my knees able to rest
along the front edge of the soft fabric. The height from the floor was
also just right since my knees were slightly higher than my hips,
allowing the slight lean of my thighs to keep her positioned closer to
my hips than my feet.
We resumed our conversation as if we'd been friends for years, just at
a significantly reduced volume, since our faces were now close together
enough that it would have taken NOTHING for me to lean slightly forward
and kiss her soft lips.
Ten minutes went by before she finally succumbed to the temptation of
her first adult kiss in the protective privacy of the slightly darkened
room.
I was in the middle of some stupid sentence when she leaned forward and
pressed her little lips to mine, tugging hard against my neck with her
right arm.
I let her steal her first kiss without resistance, allowing her the
brief interlude before breaking our bond and leaning back away from her
face.
"Mary? I don't think I should be kissing you like that, Honey. Adults
are not supposed to be kissing little girls like that, Sweetie."
"I promise I won't say anything to anybody, Terry. Please? Can't I
kiss you just for a LITTLE while? I never get a chance to sit with a
nice guy like you, honest. It's not bad for you to kiss me if I LET
you, is it?"
"Well . . . "
"Please Terry? I promise I won't say anything to anybody. I'm just so
lonely that I need to see how much fun it is to kiss a big handsome guy
like you without thinking about being stuck in my stupid old
wheelchair. Would you please help me think I was just like a NORMAL
little girl for a little while? I'd like to pretend I was your
girlfriend or your daughter and we were sitting by ourselves after a
lovely party and wanted to visit and kiss all nice and soft for a
little while. I see LOTS of other girls getting kisses and stuff when
I go different places in town with Nurse Stimley and I just wish 'I'
could get kisses just like that, even if it's for just a little while.
Please?"
"Are you SURE, Mary? Won't you feel bad if I give you a REAL kiss like
I do when I kiss my girlfriends back where I used to live?"
"NO! HONEST!"
I thought about the kind of damage I might inflict on a helpless young
preteenager that was perfectly willing to lock lips with an older guy
like me. I just hoped she wouldn't get carried away with somebody else
and they'd force her to do stuff that she couldn't stop or resist.
"Please Terry?"
Without directly answering her, I leaned forward and presented my lips
to hers, a broad smile ample reward just before our mouths met.
It felt nice to kiss another young girl so easily, the remnants of the
party less than ten or twenty feet away from us beyond the closed
screened doors. Had she wanted me to be here with her like I had been
with Tammy and Debbie, we would have been able to see out, but nobody
would have seen in, both of us embracing and our lips locked together
in passionate fun.
Mary was much more tolerant of my willingness to teach her how to kiss
than I realized at first, no flinches or hesitation as I began
exploring her lips, teeth, mouth and tongue. In fact, SHE was becoming
increasingly brave as we maintained a constant and long enduring kiss,
wrapping her other arm around my neck so she could hold on tighter.
We kissed for a minute before Mary broke our contact, keeping her face
right up next to mine. The softness of her vocalizations and the
warmth of her breath filled me to bursting with lust and fire.
"Oh, Terry! I'm so glad you don't mind kissing me. It feels so nice
to have a man kiss me all soft and gentle as if I was a REAL little
girl."
"You ARE a real little girl, Mary."
"I just wish . . . "
"What, Mary? What do you wish?"
"You're gonna think it's DUMB!"
"NO, I WON'T! Tell me."
"I just wish I knew what it felt like when a man was all gentle and
touched my legs. Would YOU touch my legs just a little bit while you
kissed me all sexy?"
When my right hand began shifting up her bare legs instinctively, she
did absolutely nothing to impede my progress, the lack of physical
sensation proving to be a liability rather than an asset. It wasn't
until the tip of my index finger began to softly caress her panty
covered yonni that she used her left hand to push her left leg away
from her right, granting me greater access without interrupting our
kiss.
My finger was soon joined by my thumb, and then by the rest of my hand
as I cupped the fullness of her plump cloth covered cunny. It felt so
horribly immoral to touch and fondle a young girl like this and even
MORE indecent since she wasn't able to control her own legs. I had
gotten so carried away that I worked my index and middle fingers into
the leg elastic of her panties and was caressing her silken vulva up
and down when she broke our kiss, immediately thrust her face over my
left shoulder and her mouth to my left ear.
"Oh, Terry! I wish I knew how nice it felt for you to tickle me down
there. I've heard other girls talk about how wonderful it felt when a
boy or a man rubbed their kitty and made their insides all tingly.
I've dreamed about a nice handsome man like you pulling my panties down
and playing with me as much as he wanted to until my tummy was all full
of tingles and electricity. Since I don't have any feeling below my
bellybutton, I won't ever know WHAT it feels like when a guy plays with
my kitty."
"You don't have ANY feeling down here Honey?"
My fingers were now openly rubbing the fullness of her vulva, her skirt
pulled up to her waist and her legs spread apart far enough that her
right knee was against my hip while her left was close to my right
knee.
"Nuhh-uhh. I can't feel nothing at all."
"I'm so sorry Mary. I was hoping I'd be able to give you a LITTLE
tingles if I rubbed a little bit right here."
I repositioned my digits and insinuated the tips of my index and middle
fingers between her vulvar lips and up against her clitty, still
protected by her panties.
"Is that where my tickle bump is?"
"Um hmmmm! Do you know how to do that or have you tried to rub
yourself right here before?"
"Maybe once or twice, but not for a long time. Nurse Stimley told me
to be careful since that spot is REAL sensitive and I might hurt myself
if I rub too hard and try to make it feel good by myself. I just wish
I knew somebody that knew what it felt like and could rub me a little
bit for a while so I could maybe start feeling SOMETHING, even for a
short little while."
I could see the hunger in her eyes and the desperation in her voice,
nobody willing to take the time to share a tender moment with her and
show Mary gentleness and caring while she tried to experience the
sensation that filled most young girls and plenty of older women to
incredible bliss.
Her next question was expected, but I was STILL not ready for it.
"Terry? Since we're all alone right now, would you pull my panties
down and rub my tickle spot for a little while so I can watch and see
if some feelings might start inside my tummy? Please? Just for a
LITTLE while?"
I pulled my fingers away from her panties and repositioned my hand
along the waistband elastic, slipping my hand easily inside until I was
cupping the naked softness of her preteen pussy. Even though she
couldn't feel anything that was happening to her, her body seemed to
know SOMETHING was happening, copious amounts of sticky wetness oozing
from between her pussy lips and filling her panties. When she heard
the soft snaps and sticky slurps of my fingers teasing between her lips
and rubbing her clitty, she pulled away from my left ear and used her
left hand to pull her skirt out of the way so she could witness what I
was doing inside her panties.
She may not have been able to FEEL what was happening to her, but she
was going to take full advantage of any visual and aural opportunities
to enjoy the excitement of a grown man fondling her naked pussy.
I watched disembodied as my hand explored the inner workings of her
nether regions, her clitty becoming engorged and bright red with blood,
her cunny lips full and fat with soft skin from top to bottom and her
dripping vagina bright pink and hungry for abuse.
She watched wide eyed as my slick juice covered fingers explored every
square inch of her pussy, nervously smiling as my middle finger
disappeared between her tight fold and as far into her vagina as it
could travel. She was no longer a virgin and my finger was easily
admitted all the way into the snug depths of her soft body without so
much as an ounce of tender resistance or a twinge of pain.
I slowly but deliberately finger fucked Mary in the relative privacy of
our hideout as she watched intently, Mary desperately trying to feel
ANYTHING that I might be able to impart to her still hairless pussy.
The sound of my finger invading her sweetness made her giggle and
filled her with rapt excitement, the sound stimulating her more than
she imagined instead of the intense sensation driving her to immature
madness. I wanted to pull her panties the rest of the way off and
plunge my throbbing dick into her, since she wouldn't be able to feel
anything anyway.
Reality crept back into my disgusting mind as someone made a loud noise
from somewhere upstairs, both of us jumping when the noise snapped us
out of our reverie.
"Mary? How about if we played some more a little later Sweetie? It
would be better if we could spend some quiet time together all by
ourselves when nobody else was around. That way, I could show you
EVERYTHING that is supposed to feel good for you."
"Would you REALLY show me everything, Terry? Even . . . . . . . . "
"Even 'what' Mary?"
"Promise you won't think I'm being all gross and stuff?"
"Sure! I promise. What do you want me to show you?"
"Even . . . . . even kissing me down there and licking my kitty as much
as I want? You don't think that's gross, do you Terry?"
"That's not gross at ALL, Mary. That's one of my most FAVORITE things
to do for my lady friends. When I get to do that for a special lover,
they really like it a lot and I tickle them and lick them for HOURS!"
"For HOURS? REALLY?"
"Um hmmmm! It would be loads of fun for me to show you what it looks
like when I tickle you like that for as long as you'd like. It might
even help you to start feeling something if I do it long enough."
It was awful for me to try to coax her to let me tongue her for hours
on end like that, but my hormones were more in control of my mind than
reality was.
"Can I come to your house so you can pull my panties down and play with
me for like a REAL long time, Terry? You can take all my clothes off
and do anything that you want with me. Would you like to touch me and
tickle me and play with me as much as you wanted?"
"Um hmmm!"
"Can we go to your house TODAY?"
"Are you sure you really want to Mary? If I get to tickle you with my
fingers and tongue as much as I want to, I might want to do OTHER stuff
with you as well."
"You mean . . . like FUCKING?"
Direct, to the point and just as open as I could have imagined.
"Um hmmmm."
"If you want to Terry, then I don't mind. I can't have any babies
anyway, so you can fuck me as much as you want to and nothing will
happen. Would you do it soft and slow or would you fuck me real hard
and hurt me?"
"Oh, Babydoll! I'd want to make LOVE to you nice and slow and make
sure it felt as good for you as it did for ME."
"Could we fuhhh . . . I mean, make LOVE all night?"
"If you want to, sure!"
"Oh, Terry! I'm so glad I saw you before you left so I could visit
with you one more time today. It makes me feel better inside when you
touch me inside my panties and try to make me feel like all your other
women friends."
"Me too, Mary. Me too!"
As much as I wanted, no, NEEDED to pull her panties down and delve into
her charms until early in the morning, I just HAD to get going.
It wasn't easy for me to pull my hand out from inside her underpants
and away from her unfeeling but absolutely willing pussy, but I managed
to kiss her a few more times, fondle and finger her enough to make me
incredibly horny and finally put her back into her chair and take her
to her room far to the back on the first floor.
To make my visit even more memorable, she coaxed me into helping her
get ready for bed, her clothing, ALL her clothing tossed into a heap at
the end of her bed. Mary never let me rest and continued to tease and
coax me until my face was between her thighs and I was diddling her
clitty with my tongue once her back was resting on the top of her bed.
She desperately wanted to feel SOMETHING between her thighs and watched
carefully as I licked, sucked and nibbled wildly on every feature of
her genitalia. Her smile never diminished the entire time, thankful
that someone was willing to be gentle and loving with her as he
unloaded days, weeks, months and probably YEARS of immoral desires with
a preteen crippled girl.
After I satisfied myself with her naked pussy, I crawled up next to
her, pushed my nasty middle finger as far into her vagina as it could
go and softly cuddled with her, our quiet conversation continuing as my
finger generated mountains of disgusting snapping, slurping and popping
sounds as I teased her lubrication from deep within her pussy.
She seemed much more satisfied with my willingness to just BE with her,
regardless of what my hands and fingers were doing between her legs or
across her budding mounds of titty flesh. Her smile, bright stares,
soft kisses and gentle caresses alongside my face proved that Mary
desperately needed someone to just share some gentle affection with
her, soft chatter and delicate kisses worth MUCH more than clothes,
toys, jewelry or money to her.
We lay quietly next to each other in the dimmed light of her bedroom,
her body just as nude as when it was created and my nasty fingers
wandering almost aimlessly between her legs. The only sound that we
made was when our lips softly smacked and when my digits generated a
disgusting series of lubrication induced squeaks, snaps and slurps. We
never said a word to each other for the next hour, our eyes meeting
every once in a while as my hand and fingers rummaged around between
her thighs.
When I finally felt it necessary, I knew I needed to put her panties
back on and remove myself from the privacy of her bedroom, lest I
change my mind and pull my wanker out and show her what it looked like
when a preteen little girl got fucked for two or three hours straight.
She'd certainly be WILLING enough.
I wiped her pussy-juice slickened cunny and tenderly kissed her labia
as if I were kissing another little girl beside her. Mary began to
chuckle when she saw me tenderly kissing her cunny like I had her
mouth.
I had so thoroughly enjoyed my immoral visit with Mary that I was
actually reluctant to leave. It took me a few minutes to pull her
panties back up her useless limbs and then tug a nightshirt over her
chubby body, but once done, I felt a little better.
"You be careful who you let kiss, tickle and touch you Mary. Not
everybody that comes to visit would be quite as nice as I tried to be
tonight. They may want to make THEMSELVES feel good and not be
concerned about you at all. Please be careful Sweetie."
"I'll be good, I promise Terry. I can wait until you come back to pull
my panties down, try to make my kitty tingle and fuck me . . . I mean,
make LOVE to me for a long time. I won't let anybody else touch my
body like you did all night tonight."
"Good girl! Now, try to get a good night's sleep."
"I'll dream all night about you pushing your hand inside my panties and
then pulling them down so you can tickle my kitty with your lips and
tongue. It looked so neat to see you licking and sucking on my kitty
that I want you to do it all over again. Please promise me that you'll
come back and play with me some more, Terry. Please?"
"Okay, I promise. Now close your eyes and try to get some sleep."
"Terry?"
I knew what she was going to ask me before she uttered the words, my
hands tugging the sheet and coverlet down just far enough for me to tug
her panties down slightly. For no more than five or ten minutes, I
very tenderly licked and munched on her pussy, from the crest of her
mons to as far between her labia as I could reach. She had a look of
utter contentment when I gave her one long wide lick, stuffed my tongue
as far inside her pussy as I could reach and then wiped her up one last
time.
It took a minute for me to pull her panties up, but once she was
dressed, I kissed her mouth and tried to leave one last time.
"You have a nice sleep tonight and dream lots of naughty dreams about
me making you feel all nice and tingly down here, Angel."
With a series of snug gropes, I cupped her pantied cunny and smiled at
her.
"Okay. I love you Terry!"
"I love you too, Mary."
I finally made my way out of her room and down the first floor hall
until my hand was on and turning the front door handle. With the front
door closed behind me, I could finally take a deep breath and come to
grips with all the immoral activities I had just committed.
I'd kissed, touched, fingered, molested, licked and tongued an eight,
twelve, fourteen and sixteen year old girl, something that I'd NEVER
had imagined I might do. My cock was all but sticking straight out
from inside my slacks, my mind so blitzed with hormones and my gut so
tight I was sure I'd get a heart attack before I got home. I blindly
walked toward my RTL, the snow not hindering my way forward, thinking
of all the immoral sex I'd just shared with three aware youngsters, and
one completely mindless teenager.
Mine was NOT the last vehicle out of the driveway, which actually
didn't surprise me. In fact, there were a lot more NICER cars there
than I had anticipated, all covered with a thick blanket of snow. I
imagined a number of the loneliest children upstairs being fucked
smoothly, wildly and completely to unconsciousness by just about ANYONE
in town.
When I got home, I changed, fell into bed and was asleep in no time.
Morning came all too quickly, the light streaming in from my bedroom
window reminding me that my long days (and nights) back in the city
were not to be repeated too often.
It took a few seconds for me to get my bearings, but with an incredibly
sharp pain, I became aware that somehow this morning might be a little
different than all the previous ones. I tried to come to an agreement
with my memory about what I had promised someone earlier in the week
regarding this morning's commitments, but wasn't able to recollect what
I might have pledged and then quickly forgot.
The only thing I could remember was most likely having promised one or
more of my last evening's four 'dance' partners that I was supposed to
do something today. I just couldn't retrieve whatever thoughts I might
have expended to make such an assessment.
I showered, shaved, got dressed and drove the incredibly long distance
of four miles to the 'House', many of the cars I had seen last night
still there, just parked in different places along the driveway.
My hand was about to reach for the front doorknob when it turned and
opened on its own, my mind thinking there was someone on the other side
that saw me approach. Instead, the same silver haired man that I had
seen with the eight year old girl at the top of the stairs was pulling
the door open, the little girl now wearing a very short pretty Sunday
dress.
It was SO short in fact that both the front and back of her frilly
panties could easily be seen without even trying, the man's wife
holding the little girl's other hand up high enough that her little
dress never had a chance at protecting her modesty. We smiled and
greeted each other for a second, cherishing a tender family moment as
they directed 'their' little girl through the open doorway. When the
older man spoke to me, I became aware of what I might have heard
yesterday during my visit with all the other adults.
"Are you here to take one of Martha's children to church with you?
Carol is joining my wife and I for the mid-day service like we always
do on Sundays."
"Uh . . . YEAH! I didn't want to miss a chance at letting them share a
lovely day out just like all the OTHER families."
"Wonderful! I hope we'll see you at Preacher McKelvin's service at
noon. Good Day!"
"Good Day to you!"
My clothing might not be considered acceptable to MOST people at the
religious service today, any of the little girls that were about to be
my guests wouldn't have a care in the world about what I wore. I made
my way inside, closed the front door and saw a number of families
visiting in the front room, a few of the children from last night
sitting on laps or standing close to the adult of their interest.
I even saw the man and Down's boy sitting together on the same couch
where I'd fondled Tammy, Debbie and Mary last night. When he caught
sight of me, the man withdrew his hand from between the younger
partner's thighs and blushed. He need not have worried, because I was
just as guilty of sex crimes with little children as he was.
Once I found Martha, now beaming with excitement at my arrival, she
thrust her arms around my body and gave me a gramma tight hug.
"It's so nice to see you back here Terry. Are you going to spend some
time with a few of my children today?"
"If that's okay with you Martha. I'd rather not impose if someone else
is going to be sharing their day with any of my four favorite little
angels."
"Well if it's Trisha, Debbie or Tammy, you needn't worry. Nobody has
asked to spend time with them today and I'm sure they'd just LOVE to
see you again. Trisha is still in bed, Tammy is already up and playing
quietly on her music box and Debbie is frantically trying to organize
her many paintings in her room so her favorite guy will enjoy them when
he comes to see her this morning. Mary and Nurse Stimley are already
gone for their Sunday visit into town, so she's being tended to
already."
"Martha, I know it's a bit sudden, but do you think I might be able to
take Tammy and Debbie with me to Preacher McKelvin's service at noon?
One of your guests mentioned that some of the children like to spend
some family time with a few of the sponsors, and I'd like to share some
special time in public with at least THOSE two."
"Terry, what a fabulous idea. Neither one of them have been away from
the 'House' for a few weeks and I'm sure they'd LOVE to get out with
you. I'm curious, why don't you want to take Trisha too?"
"I get the impression that she's not quite ready for public activities
just yet."
"You're right, of course. I just wanted to make sure it wasn't
something that she might have done late last night before you left to
upset you."
"Gosh NO! She was a perfect little hostess when we visited. I'd very
much like to visit with her this morning too. Our visit should be a
bit more sedate and less public, since she doesn't seem comfortable
around a lot of people. If I'm able to work my magic on her, she'll be
more like any other little girl in town with hundreds of questions
about every subject under the sun, a bottomless well of curiosity and
wanting to know and see all sorts of stuff before her fifteenth
birthday."
"You've really taken a liking to her, haven't you Terry?"
"Actually, I feel so bad for her plight that I've pretty much
determined that I was going to visit her more than twice a week for a
while until she's able to adjust to her fears without being so
traumatized by everything around her."
"What a generous gesture of kindness. You're the first man that took
such an active interest in poor Trisha. It lifts my heart to know that
she'll soon be brave enough to go outside and spend some time with you
in public."
Martha was interrupted by another guest wanting to take another lovely
little damaged cherub with them for family activities. Once they were
through the front door and headed toward their car, Martha returned her
attention to me.
"Terry, would you like for me to get Tammy and Debbie ready for church
service?"
"Yes, please. While you're helping them get dressed, I'd like to go
spend some time with Trisha. That way, she can have some undivided
attention while my dates are busy putting on their Sunday best and a
little lipstick."
"You go on ahead up the stairs to Trisha's room and make yourself at
home. I'll be up to get my girls ready in just a minute. In order for
you to make the service in time, you'll need to leave by eleven thirty,
okay?"
"That won't be a problem. I've already seen the church bell tower in
the middle of town so I know where the service will be."
"Seen you in a bit Terry. I'm sure the girls will be SO happy to see
you too."
As if I had stayed at the 'House' for years, I made my way up the steps
and down the halls toward Trisha's room. When I got there, I softly
tapped on the door, waiting for her to acknowledge my arrival.
"Trisha?"
In a soft, almost pained voice, she responded.
" who is it? "
"It's Terry, Sugar. Would you like some company for a little while
this morning?"
Without a word of reply, she undid the lock knob and carefully opened
the door slightly, only allowing the tinyest measure of light to peek
through a slender crack. Once she saw it was only me at her door, she
used the door as cover and pulled it open a little more, not wanting
anyone else to see her or her room as she stood behind the opening.
Once I was permitted entry and she closed and relocked the door, she
made her way to where I was standing, pressed her chest into mine and
stood perfectly still, her heart beating wildly and her arms hanging
down limp at her sides. She looked so pitiful I wanted to cry for her.
"May I hug you for a minute Trisha?"
Her head bobbed up and down only twice. I might have missed her answer
if I wasn't looking down at her face at the time.
Both of my arms carefully wrapped around her back, a slowly increasing
embrace her first morning introduction to the rest of humanity. It
took quite a while, but Trisha finally put her arms around me too, her
arms squeezing me much tighter than I was holding her.
Knowing she'd need to be the one to direct most of our activities, I
let Trisha set the tempo of our meeting, softly caressing her back
about midway down her body once she felt confident enough to return my
ardent embrace. By the time five minutes had elapsed, she was hugging
me much tighter that anyone I could ever remember, actually squeezing
me to the point of causing slight pain. Her fourteen year old arms
weren't about to endanger my prolonged existence, so I let her continue
to dictate how tight and how long she could hold our bodies tightly
together.
I was quite amazed at how long she actually held me still, another five
minutes going by before she relinquished her grasp and she looked up
into my face. Her next query made me feel so utterly worthless, I
almost began sobbing.
"Are you mad at me for wanting to hold you so long Terry? I'm sorry if
I hugged you too long."
"You didn't hug me too long Angel. You can hug me or hold me as long
as you want to, okay? The only thing that will make me leave is an
appointment that I have around eleven this morning. Up until that
time, you can hug me or hold me as much as you want to and I won't stop
you at all."
"Honest? You don't think I'm a silly little girl for wanting to hold
you so much?"
"Not at all. In fact, if you want to, you can sit on my lap and put
your arms around me and hold me tight until I have to leave."
"But I don't want to make you mad at me, Terry. I know you got stuff
you want to do and all I'm doing is just dumb hugging. You can go NOW
if you want to."
"May I stay with you until eleven Trisha? It would be kind of nice
just to sit with you and maybe hold you nice and tight until I have to
go."
"Honest? You'd really just want to sit with ME and let me hold you?"
"Mmm hmmm! As long as you want until eleven."
"What time is it right now?"
"About nine forty five."
"How long can I hold you then, Terry?"
"For a whole hour if you want."
Trisha pulled away from my chest, turned and straightened her
bedsheets, making sure that we had ample room on her tiny bed to sit
comfortably. With my body directed to take up position in the middle,
Trisha stood in front of me and looked down at her hands along her
hips, waiting for me to urge her onto my lap once again. When I put my
hands around her body and tried to pull her onto my thighs sideways,
she instead tugged her nightshirt up high enough to expose her lovely
chubby legs and sat down facing me, her arms pulling her so tight to my
body that I could feel her yonni pushing down into my hips with every
bit of energy she could muster.
She repeated her earlier ardent embrace, not wanting to allow any air
to exist between us, her naked legs splayed apart nastily, her calves
hooked around my back and her feet locked together so I couldn't get
away. She seemed so hungry for gentle affection that I never allowed
my hands to do anything but caress her back and sides, certain that
anything I did beyond that might confirm to her that I was a nasty man
and not a nice one.
Even though her legs were locked around me like one of the scenes
described in the Kama Sutra, she did nothing to promote anything more
than a very snug embrace, her legs around me to keep me from escaping
before her hour was up. She needn't have worried about my wanting to
go anywhere, my time with her reward enough for sharing a few tender
moments today.
The longer we were locked together, the more relaxed she got, until
finally just before fifty five minutes had transpired, she pulled her
face away from my chest and looked up into my eyes with a completely
unreadable expression. All we did was stare at each other for another
few minutes, neither of us willing to do anything lest we frighten the
other.
Ten forty five arrived far too soon for Trisha, her reluctance to
relinquish her grasp and my body keenly obvious. The closer it got to
eleven, the tighter her hold. Her last attempt at taking ownership of
me far longer than our original agreement made me feel bad for having
two other girls to see today. I'd make it up to Trisha soon enough
with completely undivided time to ourselves at my house, but for now, I
had to somehow extricate myself from her arms and legs. When she began
to softly cry and beg me not to go, I wanted to cancel all my other
plans and keep Trisha company for the remainder of the day.
"I promise we'll have a chance to be together longer Angel, really!
Today I've made plans to be somewhere very soon and I've got to keep
the promise I made to THEM. You wouldn't want me to break a promise I
made to YOU, now would you?"
With a slow shake of her head back and forth against my chest, she
confirmed that she understood that a promise made should be a promise
kept. To make her feel a little better about having to see me leave,
it was time to make HER a promise.
"Trisha, look at me Sugar."
With tear streaked cheeks and blood shot eyes, she looked up into my
face, her bottom lip quivering and her demeanor far from what it was
just a day before.
"I'm gonna make YOU a promise Trisha, okay?"
She nodded her head twice, never breaking our gaze.
"I want you to come stay with me for a few days this next week, just
you and me. We don't have to go anywhere, do anything or see anybody.
All we're gonna do is stay inside my house, sit, visit, talk and hold
each other real close and tight. If you promise me to be a good girl
and behave for Martha, tidy up your room after I leave in a few
minutes, get dressed in a pretty little outfit and try to be with the
other children for a little while today, then I'll promise you that
I'll convince Martha to let you come stay with me for a few days. You
don't have to go downstairs ALL day today. Just go and be with other
people for a little while a few times and when I come back later, I'll
check on you and visit with you before I go home. Would you be willing
to keep that promise if I keep mine?"
With her eyes wide and her expression telling me just how terrifying my
idea was for her to be with other people, she contemplated my
proposition carefully, examining each facet of the potential outcome
until she grew bold enough to slowly nod and produce a shakey smile.
"You really WOULD keep your promise Terry? Honest? I could come stay
with you for a day or two all by myself and nobody would bother us or
nothin'?"
"Um hmmm! Just you and me and nobody else. I've even gotten all my
groceries this last week before I came to visit you so I don't have to
leave the house, even for a minute. Do you like that idea Trisha?"
"Yeah . . . except, I'm SCARED! I don't like to be with any other
people . . . just YOU!"
"I know, Angel. But if you don't try real hard to be with other people
and make Martha's job a little easier, the people at a very lonely
hospital are gonna want you to stay with them for a VERY long time,
because they don't think you are capable of living a normal life and
being around people like everyone else does. Martha told me that if
you don't try extra special hard to visit with her and other visitors
like me, she's gonna have to let you go with those people at the
hospital on your fifteenth birthday. I don't want to see you go there
because the doctors there don't treat the patients very nice and I
wouldn't get to come see you at all. If you make a real effort to
trust a few very SPECIAL people like Martha and me and spend more time
visiting with the other children and going out on short trips to places
in town, then you can stay with Martha after your fifteenth birthday
and then I can see you for many days and weeks to come. You DO want me
to come see you, don't you Angel?"
"I like it when YOU come to see me Terry. But I'm scared of all the
other people, 'cause they might hurt me and I don't want to be hurt no
more."
"Okay, I'll tell you what. How about if we work on your fears a little
bit at a time and before you know it, you'll be going outside all by
yourself. Once you understand how to take care of yourself and make
sure nobody will try to hurt you, you'll feel a lot better and this
will all seem so far behind you. Can we work on making you feel better
a little at a time? I promise I won't force you to do anything that
makes you super scared, but you have to understand that in order for
you to overcome your fears, you're gonna have to feel a tiny bit scared
almost every day. I know it's a lot to think about right now, but if
you promise me that you'll try to help ME, then I'll promise you that
I'll do whatever I can to make you feel good and keep you with me as
much as I can. Can we trade promises?"
Her lower lip was trembling so much, it looked like she had an electric
wire jabbed into her mouth and someone was switching it on and off
every thirtieth of a second. With the determination of anyone that had
just signed up for a tour of duty in the military, she nodded her head,
burst out crying and plunged her face into my chest. It was a good
beginning for Trisha.
I let her softly cry into my chest for another few minutes, my arms
holding her tight and her body relaxing only slightly. She knew I
needed to go and was trying her best to release me but the strong need
in her soul wrestled with her willpower to relinquish her grasp. To
try to take her mind off of her new terrifying goals, I tipped her face
up with my thumb, lifting her chin until she was facing me and asked
her a very risky question.
"Trisha? Would you be afraid of me if I gave you a tiny little kiss
right now? I promise I won't hurt you or do anything else to scare
you. All I want to do is to give you a tiny little kiss to show you
how much I care about you. May I?"
Instead of answering me verbally, her eyes locked onto my mouth and she
leaned forward slightly, instinctively knowing how to answer me without
words.
Our very first kiss was so tender, it almost didn't seem as if our lips
actually touched. When it was over and we both pulled back, we looked
into each others' eyes and smiled, the most intimate contact that she
had ever been priviledged to share with a man not resulting in broken
bones or bloodied flesh. She immediately leaned forward again,
puckered her lips and closed her eyes, our next kiss not quite as brief
and certainly more passionate.
To Trisha, a closed mouth and lips softly touching was something that
stirred her heart and soul to tremendous excitement. To me, it was
like kissing a third grader. Well, not REALLY a third grader! Maybe a
BABY girl. Then I remembered Tammy and Debbie. After a few more
moments of tender reverie passed, I pulled back once again and tried to
smile as I broke the news Trisha knew was coming.
"Trisha? I need to go Honey. Will you keep your promise to me if I
keep my promise to you?"
With the fingers of her right hand softly caressing my mouth, her eyes
locked firmly on the tips of her digits as they moved over my lips, she
was hypnotized by the recent memory of our having kissed so lovingly.
The poor little feral child was utterly lost to a whole new universe,
the real possibility that there might be a chance, even for HER, that a
man could be gentle, loving and sweet to her on a daily and possibly
nightly basis. She was completely dismayed by the sensations of our
tender lingual embrace and maintained as much of her memory by
caressing the very same lips that had just been pressed to hers.
Once the words that fell on her ears finally travelled all the way to
her brain and were processed, she nodded almost unconsciously.
"Trisha?"
As soon as I spoke, whatever pleasant thoughts were rattling in her
head fell away in an instant. The confused little angel looked
straight into my eyes and dropped her right hand, feeling as if she
were incredibly guilty of some heinous crime.
"Will you REALLY try, Angel?"
This time she nodded while looking into my eyes, certain that I was
serious about her side of our bargain. Now to see if 'I' was going to
keep MY side.
"Terry? Before you leave, would you please help me get dressed? I
don't want to get dressed alone this time."
"Are you sure Honey? If I get to see your lovely body while you're
getting dressed, I might want to tickle your bellybutton and kiss your
tummy."
She flashed a very brief smile, her anticipation of tickles something
that she could only have HOPED for. She had seen and heard a lot of
the other children, especially the little girls, getting loads of
tickles from their adult 'friends' and longed to share some of them
secretly. When she nodded once more, her eyes lowered and her face
bright red, I knew she was much more timid and shy than ANY five or six
year old, even at fourteen.
"Okay, Trisha. If I get to help you put a pretty dress on, then you
have to help me pick it out."
Holding her tight to my chest, my left hand around her body and my
right cupping her bum, I got up off her bed and carried her to a narrow
cabinet door near the bathroom. She didn't want to let go, but there
was no way she could see anything in the closet with her face buried in
my chest and her legs wrapped tightly around my waist. It took a
moment, but I was able to set her feet to the floor and lean back,
waiting to see how she was going to react to me being there when she
realized I'd be watching her get dressed.
To help her feel a little more at ease, I knelt down behind her and put
both hands around her hips, hugging her bum to my left shoulder. With
no fear at all, she leaned back into my body and reached forward to
rummage through a very meager selection of clothing.
There was only one dress in her closet, the rest of her clothes nothing
more than school uniforms and long nightgowns. When she brought her
dress out and held it to her body, it was as if she had been waiting
for years to retrieve it and finally have an opportunity to put it on
for somebody special. The fact that 'I' was there must have meant a
lot to her, a nice and gentle man treating her more tenderly than any
other before.
"Can I wear THIS one Terry?"
"If that's the one you want to wear, then I don't see why not."
As she held the special frock tight to her body, I got up off the floor
and stepped back toward her bed, sitting on the front edge where I had
been a few moments before. Trisha brought her dress with her, laying
it down beside me and then made her way back to the closet, a pair of
shoes being acquired. Next was a short trip to her dresser, a pink
pair of panties and a pair of frilly socks collected and brought back
with her.
With all of her clothing laid down next to me, it was now time for me
to see just how much progress I had made with her. I had assumed she'd
want to carry her underpants with her to the bathroom and put them on
in there so she could do that part of her routine in the privacy of
another small room, WITHOUT any men watching her.
WRONG!
Standing right in front of me, Trisha lifted her nightshirt up her body
and off her head, tossing it to the opposite side of her bed to my
left. Not a single musical note or blare from a cascade of trumpets
distracted my vision as I beheld the tender charms of this young angel,
the tips of her perky cone-shaped breasts gently jiggling and bouncing
while she continued moving about in front of me.
Her shape was like that of the most deftly carved marble image of
innocent and naive loveliness, smooth, tawt, firm, unblemished,
perfectly shaped and drawing my attention with every second my eyes
stayed locked onto her delicate body. It was as if I had seen the
first set of sexy tits in my entire life, and strangely, that's how my
body reacted.
My hands seemed to want to encompass her development completely and
share in the delicate firmness of each hemisphere of flesh. My mouth
hungered to claim one of her dark pink points at the tip of each cone,
gently wrestling with each while sucking and thrashing against the
summit of each skin-toned rise with the end of my tongue. My cock
throbbed inside my nice slacks, aching to share in the sensation of any
measure of her elegant young shape, just to experience what I'd never
imagined before.
For the first time in as long as I can remember, I was completely lost
to the wonders of a topless teenager standing before me, her naivete
and utter purity not allowing her to see what this brief visual
vacation was doing to my normally controlled and logical mind.
Then using her left hand on my right shoulder to steady her balance,
she tugged her panties down and off with her right, showing me that
there HAD to be something in the water around here to impede the
development of female body hair. When my eyes caught up with her
actions, I was absolutely spellbound!
Her cunny was the most exquisite and perfectly developed I had ever
seen, BAR NONE, her plump quim also devoid of anything curly and
unnecessary. I loved seeing women smoothly shaved and never imagined
my being able to look at so many little girls and teenagers without
their panties on, not a single long dark hair to interrupt my view of
Heaven.
Her mons was puffy and full, creating a rounded and wide inverse
triangle. Her shape was like nothing I had ever seen before, even on
the sexiest and most beautiful adult women in all the dance and strip
clubs I had been to for the last twenty or so years. Trisha's pud
pushed forward slightly more than any I had ever witnessed, a long
tightly held cleft starting high on her mound and continuing down her
body until it joined the smooth separation of her thighs, the most
delectable portion disappearing between her legs under her and begging
my eyes to follow, where-ever it may have travelled.
Her skin was bright pink and perfectly smooth, not a blemish anywhere.
Her cleft was held so tightly closed that her clitty and prepuce was
nowhere to be seen. When she allowed me to take a peek between her
legs briefly as her first and then her second foot rose to allow her
panties to come free, I could see that she didn't have a labia minoris
either. Nothing but full, fat, delicious looking little girl pussy
lips aching to be licked and sucked on for hours and hours.
Debbie, Tammy and Mary granted me plenty of time to sample the smooth
softness of naked little girl pussy, even if Debbie wasn't completely
cognizant of everything that I did. Now that Trisha was standing nude
in front of me, might SHE also let me lick her too?
Oh, how I wished I could have had that chance. I'm sure my mouth must
have dropped open and my eyes held wide with excitement the entire time
I was staring at her lovely snatch.
Instead, my hands unconsciously had acquired her pretty pink freshly
washed panties and were holding them open for her to insert one and
then the other foot inside, my fingers deftly drawing her underpants up
her chubby thighs until they were nestled neatly around her body. It
was as if my hands could act in a more decent and mature manner than my
eyes, mouth or cock.
The view of her perfect little patch was no longer available after I
drew the elastic material all the way to her hips, but my eyes could
still see the wonderous beauty of her nymphet form as her mound pushed
erotically forward from inside the tight fabric of her light pink and
very plain panties, a lovely deep crease forming inside her underwear
after they were tugged tightly to her body.
As if I had been trying to help her get dressed for months instead of
seconds, I then had both of her socks in my hands, holding one out near
the floor so she could insert her toes and then the rest of her naked
foot. Trisha held her hands along the tops of both of my broad
shoulders as I bent down to help her cover her pretty feet, a stifled
giggle coming from her as I tenderly tickled the underside of one foot,
stealing a brief moment of play as I attempted to help her dress.
The first few tries to dress her small foot were unsuccessful, Trisha
losing her balance and her foot pushing in too quickly, as if neither
of us had ever been able to properly get dressed before in our lives.
It also seemed that she was enjoying my helping her install her clothes
much more than she let on, as if I was fulfilling a fantasy that she
had ached to experience longer than her mind could conceive.
Knowing that this was turning out to be more play than task, I held
onto a foot with one hand as I tenderly caressed the tips of her toes
and stroked the underside of her foot, generating a bit louder giggle
and a sudden rush of back and forth gyrations of all her short digits.
Once she leaned into my head, allowing her panty covered quim to rest
against the top of my noggin, I knew it was time to rethink my
strategy.
Relinquishing her foot, I slowly straightened up, brushing the front of
her elegantly proportioned body with the front of my face as I rose. I
distinctly sucked in a long breath as my nose caressed the confines of
her panties, revelling in the delicate aroma of a young fawn, ripe and
tender, ready for the taking but as yet, not willing to be shared by a
brutish and clumbsy buck. Rather than claim what I urgently desired,
it was up to my civilized brain to grant this lovely wounded cignet an
opportunity to spend time with a gentleman, no matter how urgently I
needed to populate the world.
"How about if you sit on my lap and then let me put your pretty socks
on your feet as if I was putting them on MINE?"
She must have thought the idea of me wearing her frilly socks was
hysterical, because she immediately began giggling, leaned forward and
hugged my face to her chest, one of her little spongey cones of titty
fat pressed right into my mouth. I desperately needed to open my mouth
only a fraction of an inch and permit her nipple to come into contact
with my tongue and allow a brief detour, lasting only about five or six
seconds.
I wanted to suck the tip of her breast into my mouth and tongue it
around until she was a mass of writhing happiness, but knew that sort
of activity with a paranoid little fourteen year old might send her
away absolutely terrified.
The softness of her breast was somehow relaxing, my face remaining
against her chest and my lips hugging the edge of her nipple softly as
my arms held her body tight to mine. We both seemed to enjoy our
embrace, but for obviously different reasons. I had no intention of
making Trisha break our bond as long as I could hold the developing
softness of her left titty against my face and her erect nipple gently
between my lips. I DID, however, allow my lips to steal a brief sample
of the firmness of her nipple, opening my mouth only far enough to
permit that firm point easy access.
After she collected herself and her giggling diminished, the location
of my mouth and her nipple not creating a tiny bit of doubt or concern
whatsoever, she pulled back and turned around, pushing her fat bum
toward my lap and between my thighs. During the process of 'helping'
her get settled, I gently slipped my left hand between her thighs and
cupped her plump quim just one time, nice and firmly. Oh, how quickly
and easily her pussy conformed to the shape of my hand, yielding to
whatever pressure I delicately applied. When she was all the way back,
I hugged her hips with my left hand as I settled her down against me.
Her attitude was so different in so very little time that I knew she'd
be a much more compliant visitor to others in public quite soon.
Hopefully, not including her taking her clothes off and being as
permissive with other men as she was with me at this moment.
I was finally able to pull her socks on, taking a brief detour by
tickling her tummy like I said I might. Her stifled giggles were so
hard won that I hungered to tickle her for many more minutes, showing
her that it didn't hurt to have fun with someone that she could trust.
Instead of fighting me off, her giggles grew in intensity and her hands
held my fingers tight against her body, my gentle abuse so soft and low
key that neither of my other two 'friends' would find it very exciting.
But to Trisha, this was Heaven.
With just as much naughty intent as my left hand did earlier with her
panty covered yonni, my right hand deviated slightly every few tickles
to sample a quick feel of her puffy and delectable titties. They held
an incredible fascination for me, only enough to fill my hand, each
nipple erect and hard, tender and soft enough to push and mush about,
and yet sweetly firm and resiliant. Oh, how I ached to have this
lovely young teen!
Our playtime was soon over and Trisha was standing in front of me yet
again, her perky little cones of developing baby food keeping my
attention. With her dress lifted over her head and then drawn down her
body, she was finally dressed. She retrieved her hair brush and in
little over another two minutes, she looked NOTHING like the little
feral child that I saw the day before.
She now looked quite lovely and very sexy, her light pink dress just
sheer enough that I thought I could make out her panties and the tips
of her nipples. Upon reflection, it was more likely that my
imagination and memory had more of an impact than the perceived or
imagined transparency of her dress.
"Trisha, you look so beautiful Honey. I'm very pleased that you let me
see you in your pretty dress. If I can, may I see you wear it again
when you come visit me at my house?"
With a lovely crimson blush, she nodded and leaned into me once again,
my hands holding her around her hips, the insides of my forearms
pressing against her round fanny.
"Before I let other people see just how lovely you are Honey, I want to
ask you a quick question. It isn't anything scary or nothing like
that. I just wanted to know if you like tennis stuff?"
Her face lit up and her body seemed to be charged with electricity, a
smile filling her face from ear to ear.
"Good! I thought you might like tennis, since you did such a great job
on your craft. I'll see if there's something that I can do to make you
smile again real soon."
She again wrapped her arms around my head and squeezed her chest to my
face, my nose being pressed into her left titty hard enough that I had
to open my mouth so I could breathe. Time to diffuse the tension
slightly.
With a series of quick nibbles, I leaned down just enough to pretend to
take bites out of her tummy, her reaction much as it had been when I
tickled her with my fingers. She didn't want to fight me off in the
slightest. In fact, she seemed to hunger for the continued contact,
the hem of her dress being lifted high enough that after no more than
ten seconds into her pleasant torture, I was nibbling on naked flesh.
Both of her hands held the material high enough off my head and
eventually OVER it so I was inside her dress with her, my animal
munching sounds competing with her soft high pitched squeals.
My mouth worked around the front of her tummy, making sure to tickle
her bellybutton twice as I passed and then down her left hip until I
was nibbling on her left thigh. On the return journey, I shifted my
lips to her right leg, working higher until my nose ran right over the
front of her mons, resting between her plump vulvar lips as my teeth
began grabbing the elastic of her panties along her right leg just
enough so she could tell I was far enough away from her special place
that she wouldn't be scared. With the excited determination of a pit
bull terrier, I teased Trisha by grabbing a small fabric flowerette
that was stitched to the elastic, my nose travelling up and down the
length of her cleft hard enough to produce a lovely camel toe as the
elastic was tugged away from her body.
Her constant giggles were adequate confirmation that our brief tickle
game was just plain fun and not considered naughty. With one last long
look under her dress, I pulled my head away from her hips and then
straightened her dress, making sure she looked prim and proper so
Martha or any of her guests wouldn't be concerned about her safety.
"That was fun, wasn't it Trisha?"
"Uh huh. I like you Terry. You're fun to be with. I like the way you
play with me."
"Good! Then, when you come to visit me, I promise to play with you
just like that all over again. We can play tickle games any time you
want when we're by ourselves so that nobody else gets in the way or
interferes with our fun time, okay?"
"Do you promise to tickle my tummy and bellybutton like that again?"
To my pleasant surprise, Trisha lifted the hem of her dress again and
leaned forward so her bare tummy was WAY too close to my mouth.
"I don't KNOW? If I get to tickle this pretty tummy again real soon, I
may not want to stop for a LONG time."
I immediately turned my mouth into her soft body and began to kiss and
nibble on her silken flesh, my right hand holding the front of her left
thigh and my thumb slipping between her legs close enough to her
panties that I was tempted to push up and go exploring.
With a repeat of my wanderings around the panty elastic along her legs,
I began to tug gently at each flowerette, letting her tight panties
snap back against her skin when I let go. I was taking far too long
with Trisha this morning and needed to go see Tammy and Debbie, so with
my right hand replacing my face against her panties, I caressed and
rubbed her body back and forth softly. The fact that my hand kept
shifting slightly lower each time so I could feel her sumptuous mound
on the last pass across her panties should have alerted Trisha to my
obvious intentions, but she never seemed disturbed or suspicious.
In little over ten seconds, her attitude was much more relaxed and
compliant, much more willing to go with me to where there were real
people hanging around. I had altered her awareness of just how
valuable she was and that somebody seemed to take an interest in her
for more than a few moments at a time. The fact that I was still
obscenely touching and cupping her panty covered cunny with my hand
didn't seem to make her the slightest bit uncomfortable.
Quite the contrary! She seemed much more relaxed as a result of all
the gentle abuse. It was difficult to pull my hand away from the plump
elegance of her full cunny, the curves of her genitalia drawing the
tips of my fingers just far enough between her legs that I was able to
grip her snugly as if I was going to toss her into the air.
I helped her straighten her clothes, brush her hair and hug her twice
before we ventured out from the protection and privacy of her bedroom.
With her door closed and her hand in mine, we quietly meandered down
the hall and toward the rest of her limited knowledge of a slender
slice of the general public, her demeanor slowly becoming more
reluctant and frightened as we approached the top of the stairs.
When we both walked down the last set of stairs, it was as if I was
introducing her to society for the first time, her 'coming out' to
Martha and all her guests. Martha beamed with excitement an poor
Trisha was scared to death, her awareness of being the focus of
everyone's attention making this first introduction seem even MORE
terrifying.
Even though I was there, holding her hand and smiling as big as I
could, she was still very uncomfortable. She was no more or less
attractive than any of the other teenaged girls that lived at the
'House', but the fact that she was being directed DOWN the stairs in my
arm, rather than going UP them caused everyone to take notice. It was
as if they knew Trisha was expected to accept a new facet of her life,
in my presence and in the eyes of so many other people that had never
taken the time to share in her quiet existence. Once her feet hit the
bottom step, everyone returned to their earlier conversations except
for Martha. She immediately stood next to me opposite Trisha.
"My goodness Terry! Trisha looks just BEAUTIFUL! Is she going to
visit with us for a few minutes before you take her with you to
church?"
OOOOOPS! Wrong words!
Trisha turned and looked at me as if I had tricked her into coming down
without her knowing about a secondary excursion, her eyes wide with
fear and her mouth open slightly. Time to talk fast Ace!
"No, actually, Trisha is going to visit with you and me and the other
guests for a few minutes right now, and then she's going to go back
upstairs with me into her room and take a nap all by herself for a
couple of minutes after she changes. Then, when she feels like it,
she's gonna come back down all by herself and visit with you and the
other children for a few minutes before dinner and then she's gonna go
back upstairs again so she can feel better for a few minutes. When I
come back later, I'm going to ask Trisha if she'd like to sit with me
and Tammy and Debbie at dinner and after that, I'm going to visit with
her in her room for a little while until I have to go see Tammy and
then Debbie. We made a promise to each other that if she tries REAL
hard to be with you and the other children a little bit more each day,
I'm going to take her home with me for a few days and spend some quiet
time alone with her so I can help her to feel better by having as many
talks as she'd like. Isn't that right Trisha?"
She nodded looking right into my eyes, finally (and quite pleasantly)
aware that I wasn't about to drag her out of the house kicking and
screaming. By the end of my impromptu speech, she was relieved but
still quite scared. It was a good beginning and knowing that she was
shaking out of fear and not because she was cold, it was time to take
her back upstairs after a brief venture around the room and terribly
close to so many unfamiliar faces.
There MAY have been some recognizable faces around the room, but she'd
never turn any of them in had they disturbed her anytime in the past.
I made sure to whisper to her the whole time we walked around and
greeted as many of the middle aged and older couples as they smiled at
my arm decoration, returning to their own conversations with physically
or mentally challenged children.
My constant attempts at mental distraction seemed to work, her
awareness of the surroundings less a factor once her eyes and mind were
taken away from the incredibly vast number of a dozen or so visitors.
Once we circled the room twice and shared a cup of tea, she tugged me
toward the stairs without a sound, urging me to take her to the only
place she felt TRULY safe in, her bedroom. We were standing next to
Martha one more time at the foot of the stairs.
"Martha, I'm going to take Trisha back upstairs to her room so she can
change into her regular clothes and when she rests for a few minutes,
she's gonna come back down and try her best to not be afraid, right
Trisha?"
She again nodded, but this time looked at Martha, trying to smile. I
could feel Trisha pulling my hand into her tummy and knew it was time
to make our exit.
"Don't make a big deal out of Trisha visiting with any of the other
children when she comes back down, please Martha. We'll take little
steps everyday and before she knows it, she'll be able to go outside
all by herself and play in the garden or swing under that big oak tree
I saw out back after the snow melts and it gets warmer. I'm gonna take
her upstairs now, so if you'll please excuse us."
With a broad smile, I turned and led Trisha back upstairs, or to be
perfectly honest, she practically dragged ME upstairs. When we were
safely behind her closed door, she flung herself at me again and hugged
me with all her strength.
"OH, TERRY! I actually did it! I walked down the stairs with you and
let all those people see me without crying or being super scared. DID
I DO OKAY TERRY? DID I?"
"You did much better than I had hoped, Angel. Before long, you'll be
able to go downstairs by yourself and walk right up to someone real
nice and talk to them just like you're talking to me right now."
"Except, I don't think I would want to hug THEM like I'm hugging my
best boyfriend . . .
. . . I mean . . . my friend."
"Thank you Trisha. I'm flattered that you'd consider me your big
boyfriend . . .
. . . I mean . . . your friend."
Parroting what she did drove the point home. She knew perfectly well
what she wanted to say and I accepted it openly, hoping it would help
her gain enough confidence to feel up to sneaking back downstairs later
on and trying to keep her promise to me.
"Besides, I don't think I'd like to see you hugging any OTHER good
looking men around here anyway. I think I'm going to try to keep your
hugs and kisses all to myself for as long as I can. Even though there
are a lot of other little girls that THINK I like them as much as I
like you, they won't EVER know how much we trust each other and like to
hold each other like we do. I'll never tell ANY of the other girls how
much I want you to hold me and then when we're all by ourselves, how
much I want you to kiss me like you did last time. They're gonna hug
me and pretend to be my girlfriends, but it won't be the same. You'll
see them try as hard as they can to get me to be their boyfriend by
hugging and holding me and stuff like that, but it'll be our super
secret that we truly love each other a whole bunch, right Trisha?"
My darling little feral angel blushed a deep crimson again, pulled her
face to my chest and squeezed again. I had already spent so much time
with her today that Tammy and Debbie were going to feel slighted if I
didn't get moving.
"Honey? I need to get going because I'm already late and I'm just
about to break my promise to someone. Do you remember what I said
about not wanting to break my promises to you?"
She pulled back and nodded quite seriously, looking as if I might be
scolding HER for making me late.
"Hurry Terry! Help me change real quick so you can go."
We both reached to the bottom hem of her dress and lifted it over her
head, gently laying it down on top of her bed. I again knelt down in
front of her, pulled her panties to her feet and leaned my face
dangerously close to her yonni, staring right at it as she lifted one
and then the other foot so I could remove her underwear and set them
next to her dress. Still kneeling in front of her and with both of her
hands on my shoulders, I helped her take her shoes off and then slip
her socks off, my eyes firmly locked onto that deep dark tight gash
that disappeared between her thighs.
I didn't want to do it, but had to pull her original panties back up
her legs, taking a quick nibble out of her tummy as I pulled the front
elastic of her panties down just far enough so I could look inside and
take one last look at her absolutely perfect cunny. The rest of her
clothes were installed without detours and I hugged her again, quite
snugly, still kneeling down in front of her.
I openly nuzzled my face into her body and made muted cooing noises,
hoping she'd accept that I needed to hold her tightly to my body as
much as I could get away with. Her hands around the back of my head
and her fingers running through my locks assured me that where my face
was right now was quite acceptable. The fact that both hands behind
her were not where they were supposed to be, up inside her skirt (if we
were in a much more public place) didn't enter into either of our
minds, my right hand cupping her plump fanny and my left caressing her
bare right thigh.
It was a tender moment that ended far too soon, especially for Trisha.
I stood, kissed her gently, made my way through her bedroom door was
finally out of her room . . . Trisha still wearing all her clothes.
A quick glance at the clock on the wall and I saw that it was already
eleven fifteen. I wasn't going to have ANY time before church services
to play any special games with either Debbie or Tammy.
Continued in Part 5 (Special_5.txt)
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