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Special_6.txt
Special Needs Lovers - Part 6 of 8 (Special_#.txt)
- One Last Round of Licks For Tammy After Returning
- Debbie's Permissive Nature And Dressed For Dinner
- Trisha Needs a Visitor, a Friend, a Lover AND a New Human Puppy
- 'Puppy' Does FAR More Than Terry EVER Could, Tickles, Licks and
Undressing His New Friend
- Dinner, Fears and Tickles For a Frightened Teenager
- Soft Puddin' and Dessert -- Cherry Gelatine Too
- Walking Tammy To Her Room, Some Quiet Conversation and One Last
Thing Before I Left
Mg Mf
Cons, Rom, Pett, Extr Pedo, Oral, Anal, Teen, Fake Best
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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 5 (Special_5.txt)
We had just enough time after getting back to the Harrison House for
the girls to go upstairs and change into their regular clothes, my help
heartily accepted on both accounts. Debbie was still so sleepy when we
got to the top of the stairs that she barely made it through her
doorway and onto her bed. I let her lay down still wearing her dress,
since I'd be back in a few minutes to help her change anyway.
Tammy gently tugged me toward her room across the hall and once we were
inside and the door was closed and locked, she thrust her body into
mine and she began kissing me as much as she could. She knew exactly
how to stir my blood to madness, my right hand travelling up her chubby
thighs in back and landing around her round bum. In less than a
minute, I had worked her tights and panties down her bum and had
carried her to her bed, Tammy struggling to pull her shoes off so she
could get rid of the two pieces of material that prevented me from
having easy access to her soft insides.
I had never before seen a little girl try to get undressed so quickly,
her clothes all tossed behind me, landing somewhere toward her closet.
With her back pressed against her soft bed, she pulled me down and
forced my face down her body until I was again tonguing her to a quick
and thoroughly enjoyable orgasm. Unlike her last and most recent
pleasurable experience, this time she remained perfectly quiet, not a
sound coming from her while I feasted on her soft quim.
With her body still twitching with involuntary nervous sexual energy,
she held my head to her body and silently urged me to never leave, her
hands holding my face down and my lips tenderly munching on her vulva.
She was so addicted to all the sexual stimulation I had induced that
she was becoming less and less apprehensive about my touching her in
any way I chose. During her last orgasm, I even got brave enough in
the relative privacy of her bedroom to push my naughty middle finger
into her ass and finger fuck her until she convulsed wildly under my
face. It was the climax to a perfect day.
"Terry? Are you gonna go and get Trisha to come downstairs and eat
dinner with us? I don't mind if you want to spend a little time with
her, 'cause I kinda feel sorry for her a little bit. She's always so
scared of everybody, but she seems to like you a lot. If you want to
go see her, you can. I don't mind. REALLY!"
"What a lovely sentiment, Tammy. You're much more grown up than any
little girl I've ever met. I hope that someday I CAN make you my own
little girl. It would be wonderful to be with you all the time and
have you close to me just like this."
"Terry?"
"Yes?"
"When we're together for real, will you promise me that I can touch you
just as much as you touch me? I'd kinda like to but I'm a little
scared since I've never touched a man before today. I know Sheriff
Ballentine touched ME a lot with his hands and his thingy, but that
wasn't the same. I didn't get to do nothin' and even if I could, I
wouldn't have wanted to anyway. He wasn't all gentle and sweet like
you are. I want to touch you and have you touch me as much as you
want. I know you've been touched before by OLDER girls and stuff, but
since I've never touched you before today, like with your undies pulled
down, I don't know what might happen if I keep doing it. That's not
dumb, is it?"
"Of course it's not dumb Angel! I want very much for you to touch me
as much as you want to. Since we haven't had much of a chance to be
all alone by ourselves, there hasn't been an opportunity for us to lay
down next to each other all nice and naked for longer than just a few
minutes and touch each other nice and soft at the same time. When you
come over by yourself real soon, I'll let you touch me anywhere you
want to as much as you want. We'll be able to share whatever you want
to for as long as you're willing."
"Can I touch and play with your thingy too and make YOU feel good, for
REAL?"
"Um hmmm! As long as you don't think you have to do it 'cause 'I' want
you to. You may do it as often or as little as you want, as long as
it's YOUR idea. Do you understand?"
"I do!"
I wonder if she'd be willing to repeat those two words in ten years if
I'm still around?
After drying my slobber and her juices off her pussy with some tissues,
I gently pulled her panties up her legs and helped her put her dark
blue pleated skirt back on, pulling her little top over her head and
down her arms last. With her socks and shoes back on, she led me out
of her door and kissed me as she carefully headed down the corridor
toward dinner by herself. Now for Debbie.
When I entered her room, she was still laying where I left her, her
dress slightly pulled up but not as high as I wanted. With a
determined motion, I tugged it the rest of the way up her body and over
her head, tickling and nibbling on her titties once her chest was
uncovered. She never stirred as I delicately played with her nipples
and growing breasts.
It took more control than I thought I had to keep from plunging my face
between her legs, but I was finally able to wake Debbie up and get her
ready for dinner. When she was dressed and much more awake, we hugged
each other for a minute, my right hand inside the back of her panties
and softly kneading her naked jelly-like ass. With determined intent,
I was finally successful at convincing her to make her way downstairs
and toward the dinner table.
When Debbie was finally around the corner, I made my way to Trisha's
room. With a soft tap at her door, I was once again greeted by her
nervous eye peeking from a narrow slit at her threshold. Instead of
hesitating, she immediately flung the door open and pulled me inside,
much like a trapdoor spider might snatch its prey. With her arms
tightly around me, she softly cried into my chest, whimpering and
moaning her fears that I might never return.
"Ohhh, Terry! I thought you would NEVER come back to see me!"
"I told you that I would return, didn't I Angel?"
"You said you would, but I thought for SURE you'd want to spend the
rest of the day with some OTHER little girl. I wanted you to spend
some time with just ME Terry."
"Remember when I told you that the other girls were gonna try to keep
me for themselves and that I wouldn't tell them how much I loved you
'cause I wanted to keep it our own special secret?"
"Uh huh."
"Well, they might be able to hold my hand and maybe even hug me and
kiss me a little bit, but they won't be able to hold me real tight and
let me kiss them super soft like I kiss you Trisha. I promise I won't
EVER hurt you Sugar. What you have to remember, though, is that until
you're able to be with all the people around your home and even be able
to go outside and go anywhere in town you want all by yourself, I won't
be able to keep you all for my own. You have to try super SUPER hard
to not be afraid of everyone so I can take you home with me for a LONG
LONG time. If you can't be relaxed and act regular in front of other
people, I won't be able to take you with me. I don't want you to
always be hiding in your room by yourself. I want you to come and play
with me outside and be with the other little girls too. They really
don't want to hurt you either, especially little girls like Tammy and
Debbie. They like you a lot and wish they could be your friend like I
am. When you can be their friend and go outside all by yourself and do
stuff like that and not be afraid, then I can take you away and you can
be my special little girlfriend and we can hug and kiss and do other
stuff like that. Do you think you understand Honey?"
"I understand Terry. It's just really hard 'cause I've never been able
to talk to nobody like I can talk to you. You're special and different
and nice to me. I know you don't want to hurt me none and I like it a
LOT when you tickle my tummy and make me giggle a whole bunch. Can you
do that right now Terry? Please?"
"We don't have a lot of time right now Honey, 'cause Mrs. Harrison is
about to set the table and serve dinner. We need to go downstairs and
eat dinner with the other little girls and boys and visit with them for
just a tiny little bit. If you'll be a good girl and come with me and
not be super scared, then I promise I'll come back with you to your
room and we can play tickle games for a little while until I have to
go. Can we do that?"
"Just for a tiny little minute! Please?"
With her left hand shaking and her lower lip quivering, she lifted the
hem of her dark blue pleated skirt high enough that I could see all the
way to her tummy, her white panties providing very little protection
from my wandering eyes. She was so hungry for positive reinforcement
that I couldn't wait for her to ask a third time.
With a broad smile on my face, I squat down in front of her and softly
began to run my mouth back and forth under the open material of her
skirt, my right hand holding her left thigh and my thumb working up and
down between her chubby legs until I could feel her panties resist any
further upward movement.
She truly enjoyed the sensation of my mouth against her bare skin, no
matter WHERE my mouth went. On more than one occasion, I let my face
drop to her left thigh and I ventured down just far enough that when I
shifted to her right leg and went back up, my nose was positioned quite
closely to her yonni. I kept teasing her with each of these clockwize
escapades until finally, she stopped my upward travel and rested her
hands around the back of my head and held my face between her thighs,
my nose landing in the perfect spot to take in the heavy aroma of her
fourteen year old perfume.
She couldn't have planned it any better for me, the end of my schnazz
pressing between her thighs and up against her puffy cunny, her vulva
hugging the front edge of my nose with enough fervor that I could
actually feel the heat her body was producing internally.
With both of my hands around her bum and holding her just as tightly as
she was my head, I stayed face first between her thighs, gently
nuzzling and pressing upward with the front of my proboscis. She
softly cooed and moaned her approval for the contact that I was
providing, either not aware or not caring where my face was applying
pressure.
Holding my mouth tight against the front of her puffy panty covered
jewel, I tilted my face upward and looked toward her eyes, her blue
skirt hiding half of my face, only my eyes visible to her downward
gaze. She giggled at my little game of hide and let me snuggle into
your panties, my mouth pressing warmly into her soft vulvar lips. With
my mouth pressing into her yonni and my speech impaired, I tried to
communicate with a fourteen year old without letting her know that I
was enjoying the illicit contact with her panty covered puddy
tremendously.
"Do you like for me to hug you nice and tight Trisha? It makes me feel
good when you let me hug you for like a LONG time like this."
"You make me feel all special and tingly Terry. I like it when you
hold me lots. I also like it when you do silly stuff like hiding under
my skirt and pretending I can't see you. It makes me want to laugh. I
like it super special nice when you tickle me like you did before, like
when you pretended to be a little puppy dog and you were trying to pull
my panties down. That was funny and it made me feel all tingly
inside."
"You mean, like THIS?"
I turned my face only slightly and began to softly nibble on the inside
of her left thigh right next to her plump yonni, the side of my mouth
never leaving the softness of her panties as I pretended to be her
private puppy dog. Her giggles were adequate confirmation that she
enjoyed the additional stimulation as much as I enjoyed giving it to
her. With a few turns back and forth, I kept up her nibble torture for
about two minutes, pressing a little harder each time into her cunny
when I turned to face her other soft limb.
With more than a dozen trips back and forth and still MORE firm
pressure against the front of her panties where her labia was hiding,
it was time to see if she really liked the idea of her puppy dog trying
to pull her panties down. With a confirmation look up into her eyes, I
began trying to grab the leg elastic of her panties with my teeth and
tug downward, watching carefully just in case I heard or read her
wrong.
Instead of growing upset or afraid of me, she used her skirt to cover
my head, pretending to play hide and seek while I had hold of her
panties. With a series of loud snaps when the material drew back
quickly against her naked skin, I leaned back and peeked around the
bottom edge of her skirt to see what expression was on her face. She
was smiling gleefully and had the tip of her right finger in her mouth,
timidly nibbling on it and waiting to see what 'I' was going to do
next.
I pulled her skirt over my head once more and leaned forward, working
on her other leg elastic until it also snapped a few times. With
another peek from under her skirt, I made sure she was still having a
good time, carefully checking each of her facial expressions for the
slightest apprehension or fear. With none apparent, I went back under
her skirt and tried a new tactic.
With soft animal munching sounds, I began to nibble up her panty
covered tummy until I got to the waistband elastic, using my teeth to
grab it and pull it away from her body but not pulling down. With at
least four loud snaps, I leaned back once more to see if she was any
more reluctant for me to continue and then used a little reverse
psychology on the poor little paranoid angel.
"Are you SURE you like me to play puppy dog with you Trisha? Your
little puppy dog might be a silly little puppy dog and try to STEAL
your pretty panties. I'll bet you'd be real mad at him if he tried to
pull on your panties or even tried to tug on them until they
accidentally fell down, huh? You really don't want him to do that, do
you? You want him to stop being a silly little puppy dog, don't you?"
With a broad smile on her face partially obscured by her right index
finger, she shook her head side to side, her eyes bright and full of
fire. She seemed to like this game more than she first imagined,
caressing and then petting the top of my head.
"I LIKE my little puppy dog. He's funny and does silly things like
trying to pull my panties all the way down my legs."
With an animated 'ga-RUFF', I plunged my face back under her skirt,
pulling it all the way over my head and nibbling on the front of her
panties near the waistband elastic until I was able to grab it and pull
away from her. With a back and forth motion reminescent of a real dog
trying to wrestle a bone away from a competitor or a sock away from its
master, I twisted only enough for Trisha to feel my head move and not
to do any actual damage to her flimsy underwear.
With another loud snap, I let the elastic go, looking out from under
her skirt once more to confirm that she was still 'for' this game. To
my great relief, she was still smiling and even pushed my head down a
little, the only clue I needed to keep this silly game going.
With another gentle plunge under her skirt and into her panties, this
trip was going to be a little more daring. I carefully repeated all of
my previous actions, including tugging side to side a few times, but
this time, I pulled down hard enough to feel her underpants slip down
her hips a little. With a soft growl, I tugged a second time and
lowered them a little more, the elastic ending up about two thirds of
the way down their normal and very private position. With her panties
carefully resting more than halfway down her bummy, I let go with a
gentle 'snap' and peered out from under her skirt once again.
When I looked up at her this time, all I did was 'RUFF' at her and
return my head under her skirt and my teeth to the waistband elastic of
her panties.
In order to make it seem less intentional, I nibbled on her thighs
where I had before, the softness and the intense aroma filling my body
with strong hormonal energy. I made no more than two trips back and
forth across her puddy, wanting to return to the elastic a few inches
above.
With one more peek out from under her skirt and yet another 'RUFF', she
giggled and patted me on the head again.
"He's a good puppy dog, even if he IS really silly. I never knew a
puppy dog that liked to pull little girls' panties down so much. I
like my puppy dog. He's funny."
Another quick 'RUFF' and I was under her skirt once more. Nibbling
along the front of her panties and taking the elastic firmly between my
teeth, I began pulling down a little at a time until Trisha began to
giggle again, her hands holding her skirt over and around the back of
my head.
Instead of preventing me from working her panties down her body, she
actually leaned into me and shifted her hips back and forth, helping me
pull her underpants down.
Once the material was pulled far enough to permit me to see her naked
and incredibly PERFECT pussy lips, I stopped pulling down and played
tug with her underpants back and forth.
Trisha giggled once again, holding her skirt over my head as if she
didn't want to see what I was doing or what I might be exposing of her
soft body. With another quick tug downward, they were free from her
hips and were being supported by the inside of her thighs, held in
place by the soft flesh that was pressed together along the inner faces
of her legs.
Once again, I peered out from under her skirt with a little 'WOOF' and
a wink. Trisha smiled down at me and patted me on the top of the head
again.
"He's a good doggy. I like him a lot."
"WOOF! WOOF!"
With my head ducked down under her skirt once again, I began to nibble
on the inside of her thighs as I had done last time, this time her
naked cunny along the side of my face. I pressed as hard into her
pudendum as I dared with my cheek close to my lips, wanting her to be
perfectly aware of where my face and mouth was. She never pushed me
away or grew scared of my actions. In fact, she seemed to enjoy the
game much more when I pretended to be her 'pet' than when I was just
Terry.
Now that her pussy was exposed to my face when I turned back and forth
from one thigh to the other, I made each trip last a lot longer and my
shift from one side to the other much slower. At one point, I felt her
pull my head toward her body when I was beginning to turn my face, my
nose landed square between her cleft and pressed against her clitty
when I stopped. As soon as I touched it, she drew a deep breath into
her lungs and held my face tightly in both hands, not pushing away but
not pulling inward either.
She didn't move for about ten seconds, her breathing deep and fast. It
was time to return her to fantasy so I softly 'RUFF'ed at her, a short
giggle breaking her concentration.
"I'm glad my puppy dog likes me a lot. He makes me feel all better
when he tickles me and pulls my panties down. My puppy dog can tickle
me as much as he wants like a naughty puppy dog really likes to with
little girls that don't know any better. I'll bet my puppy dog likes
to lick me and tickle me lots with his tongue, huh?"
"RUFF! RUFF! RUFF!"
"Good boy! Now, come HERE little puppy. Let me come sit over here so
you can tickle me as much as you want to."
She pulled my head with her as she stepped backward toward her bed,
making certain to let her panties fall to the floor and kicking them
out of reach. With one hand holding my head close to her body and her
other one keeping her from falling backward, she lay down on her bed,
making sure her skirt remained over her now naked underneath.
Once she came to rest on her bed, she allowed her legs to remain
splayed apart, her face now toward the ceiling and her eyes closed.
With her left hand trying to locate my head, she softly pulled me
toward her by my ear and waited for me to resume our little game.
"Be good and tickle your Master now, puppy dog, okay? Lick me good!"
"RUFF!"
With a few animated nibbles along her knees, I urged a few giggles out
of her to relax her slightly, the incredibly strong tension she was
feeling certain to make her less comfortable. Once I disarmed her
fears, I began making more animal munching sounds as I travelled
further up her lovely legs, shifting her skirt with the side of my face
as if I didn't have any hands.
Taking my hint and with her eyes still tightly closed, Trisha tugged
the material of her skirt slowly upward, preceding my progress and
contact by about an inch.
When I was less than a half inch from her vulvar lips, she pulled her
skirt all the way to her waist and let go of the material, putting her
left hand around my head and softly running her fingers through my
hair.
I repeated what I had done when she was standing, taking nibbles out of
her thighs next to the plump softness of her pussy, going back and
forth a few times making obvious detours away from her cleft.
I could feel her begin to pull my head into her body when I repeated my
travels and made it seem as though I wasn't going to do anything more
than just take little nips out of her soft legs. Time to go for the
gold!
"RUFF! RUFF! RUFF! RUFF!"
"Yes, doggy. It's okay if you want to tickle me a little bit on my
trickle with your soft tongue. Just don't bite me, okay? Just LICK!"
"RUFF!"
My tongue went straight for her clitty, licking between her cleft fast
and hard three times before she could pull my mouth away. She squealed
immediately and lifted both legs, trying to increase the distance
between my tongue and her incredibly sensitive nubbin.
"BAD DOGGY! You're not supposed to tickle me like THAT! You're
supposed to tickle me all nice and SOFT and SLOW. Do you understand
doggy?"
"Rrrrrrufff!"
"Good doggy. Now, try again, but this time, don't tickle me so hard.
Do it SLOW!"
I was now ready to begin her torture, slowly leaning my face into her
naked and absolutely PERFECTLY developed cunny.
When my mouth came into contact with her naked pudendum, she flinched
for a moment, expecting me to thrust into her yet again. Instead, I
softly licked and nibbled on each half of her labia until her legs
spread apart as if they were pink petals on a beautiful flower, opening
for the warmth of the sun.
With the slow and absolute determination of a true sexual master, now
turned full fledged pedophile, I softly licked between her vulvar lips
until I felt her jump when I caressed her clitoris again. This time,
she didn't make me withdraw. Instead, she rewarded me for all my
gentle efforts.
"GOOOOOOD BOOOOY! That feels MUCH better. You can keep doing that as
LONG as you want, Doggy."
" ruff "
I softly licked along each side of her nubbin, making tighter and
tighter circles around it until I was able to tug her short pink hood
away from it and suck her blood engorged knob between my lips. With a
much practiced and very skilled manner, I sucked her nubbin between my
lips in incredibly slow in and out motions, dragging out the intense
feeling I was giving her. She was soon breathing hard enough to open
her mouth and exclaim her appreciation.
"What a good doggy. He's so good to me. I'm gonna keep my doggy as
long as Terry lets me. I hope Terry lets me keep my doggy for a LONG
LONG time. He's a VERY sweet puppy. Terry? Please tell me I can keep
my special little puppy dog for a long time, please?"
"Um hmmmm! You can keep him as long as you want."
"Terry? Tell my puppy dog to obey me and tickle me right there until I
tell him to stop."
Trisha gently tugged on my ear, pushing my mouth firmly into her naked
and hairless cunny, far more anxious for a repeat of those wonderful
tingles that she'd never felt before, but now craved beyond any
knowledge of hunger or need that she'd ever understood before.
Using a series of focused kisses and a single inward lick, I
acknowledged her request with a leering smile and then pulled back,
looking up at her with a downturned face so I could amplify the
innocent expression from my gaze.
"Did you hear that puppy dog? Trisha wants you to tickle her for a
LONG time. RUFF!"
Obeying her last request, 'Puppy' began to wiggle his outstretched
tongue between those tight smooth lips until Trisha sucked in a deep
breath and billowed up slightly, her needs eagerly being attended to by
a living being that had only HER pleasures and interests in mind. Her
aching clitty demanded this and so much more, that buzzing sensation
filling her body to the point of tingling pain, but a sensation that
Trisha yearned with more than her very own existance. After the first
few pounding waves of excitement crashed over her body, Trisha settled
back slightly and looked down at me, her eyes half closed and her lips
quivering.
"Thanks Terry! I'm glad you let me keep my puppy dog. I want him to
be with me as long as he can so he can tickle me as much as he wants
to. If he wants me to take my skirt and top off too, then he can help
me a little, but HE has to do it, not YOU Terry."
It had now become a game to her, even though it was a terribly naughty
sexual game, my role as her pet in this false bestial adventure with a
young teenager.
With only my mouth as my manipulator, I tugged her skirt toward me
until I could feel her clasp, my talented tongue recalling the many
nights of bra-hook removal, all my skills now coming into play. With
her clasp undone, I then grabbed her zipper and while growling softly,
tugged it down her right side, Trisha giggling in a high titter until
it was completely undone.
With Trisha's bum lifted off the bed, I tugged her skirt down her legs
and beyond her feet, exposing her lovely body to my gaze yet again.
Since her top was a pull-over type, it was going to be necessary to
have a little help, so I began pushing against her left hand with my
nose, pretending to coax her to help me.
Trisha liked the game so much, she did as I nonverbally asked, hooking
her fingers under the hem of her blouse and holding on as I pushed
against the back of her hand. Between the two of us, I was finally
able to undress her completely, grabbing her top with my teeth as I had
her skirt, thrashing it back and forth as if her puppy was trying to
kill a snake, letting it fall helplessly where her empty panties lay.
Trisha never opened her eyes or leaned her head down to face me, her
preference to be the partially unwilling and helpless participant in
this nasty diversion.
I took little nibbles out of her nipples, licking and then sucking each
of them into my mouth until they were completely erect and throbbing
with excitement.
Her cones of titty fat were so much fun to nuzzle and play with, that
as a naughty little puppy, I was able to do things to her that I might
NEVER have been able to do as 'Terry'.
With a gentle downward push on my forehead, Trisha urged me to resume
my lingual adventures between her thighs, her obedient puppy complying
without being told twice. Knowing that she'd expect her pet to be
somewhat adventuresome, I kept working my tongue lower and lower down
her cleft until I was at the opening of her slickened vagina.
I slipped my tongue between her vulvar lips and as far inside her honey
box as her hymen would permit, her hips thrust upward into the invasion
and her legs splaying apart as I began to tongue fuck her. She was a
mass of sexual nerves from that point on, her hands trying desperately
to stay out of my way but her enthusiasm forcing her to repeatedly try
to pull me harder into her body.
When she was almost ready to explode, she grabbed my hair and almost
removed two fistfuls of my precious locks.
"PUPPY! WAIT! You can try to put your little bone in there in a
minute but I need for you to tickle me a little bit more on my special
place and make my insides go all tingly first. Would you like to try
to make some little puppies in a little while if I'm not scared and we
have enough time to play a naughty little game that I know about?"
"Rrrr-UFFFFF!"
"GOOD BOY! Now, be a good puppy and tickle me on my special tingle
place until my legs get all jumpy and my insides get on fire. When you
do that for me, then I might let you try to make some puppies with me
as long as you want if I'm not SUPER scared, okay?"
"Rrrr-UFFFFF!"
"Be a good boy and tickle me with your tongue like I said."
It wasn't difficult to obey her commands, my reward for making her have
an orgasm my first opportunity to fuck a fourteen year old teenaged
virgin. Even though I wanted to thrust headlong into her clitty and
send her into orbit immediately, I knew she'd appreciate her 'puppy'
taking a long time and making her insides tremble and turn into a mass
of jelly.
With the slow determination of a man with more than twenty years of
sexual experience, most of it with MUCH more mature partners, I
carefully and tentatively attacked her nubbin.
I don't think there could have been anything in the world that would
have prepared Trisha for the amount of pleasure I was bestowing upon
her body, the continuous soft caresses and gentle nibbles almost enough
to make her peak but with enough refrain to draw out her torture for as
long as she'd permit it. What was at first little more than a series
of gentle pushes into my face with her hips, quickly turned into strong
undulating motions, her whole body writhing around on her formerly
lonely bed and her soft restrained calls of excitement and arousal
revealing that this may have been her first and only real sexual
adventure.
Trisha looked so relaxed in her stressed rapture, her hands either on
the back of my head and pulling me tightly to her hairless pussy, or
alongside her hips and gripping the bedsheets inside two tightly
clamped small hands. After ten more minutes, she finally couldn't take
any more and softly called to her new pet and his master.
"PUPPY . . . TERRY . . . PLEEEEEASE! Let me FINISH!"
She was still conscious enough of who was having oral sex with her that
she called me by name, begging me to take her over the edge.
Her nubbin was now so sensitive, that when I began giving her a
clitoral blowjob, sucking her clitty between my lips and letting it pop
back out repeatedly, she clamped her thighs around my head and held on,
trying not to squeeze me too tight but unable to contain her incredibly
intense excitement any longer.
With a strong series of upward thrusts, her hips pushed into my face
while her knees tried to pull toward her chest, one of her hands out of
the way over her head and the other one on MY head. I kept her peaking
for another five minutes straight, my clue to slow down when she put
her free hand against the top of my noggin and again grabbed some hair
and pulled hard. With a muffled series of shrill cries, Trisha had the
best orgasm I could give ANY woman.
My head still hurt quite a bit from almost having a greater portion of
my hair removed without anesthetic but there was no other place I'd
rather be or any sensation I'd prefer. My young and frightened
playmate was completely enveloped in hedonistic bliss and treasured
this new time with a much older man and his fictitious canine
companion. She eventually relaxed her grip and pushed her body into my
face, wanting the lovely sensations to continue as long as they could.
Being a real champion at clitoral torture, I licked and sucked her
nubbin a few more times much more slowly, extending the incredibly
strong convulsions within her body until she went limp. Just as I had
done with Tammy, I had tongued Trisha into unconsciousness. What a
prize!
I waited with my face between her legs and my tongue softly exploring
between her labiar lips until she woke up, her hands caressing the
sides of my mug when she regained her wits. I didn't try to torture
her any more, at least not THIS time.
She just lay there as I softly kissed and caressed her naked quim,
basking in the glow of sexual contentment and covered from chin to
eyebrow with her hot, slick and sticky virginal arousal. I was going
to wait until she gave me my next command, certain to follow her lead
and be her 'pet' or her boyfriend, whichever she chose.
I also wanted to see if she'd remember what she promised her puppy
earlier, a nice trip to the warm depths of her developing womanhood if
she felt I did a good enough job. Even if she didn't offer her body to
me so I could obtain much needed relief, I'd still abide by whatever
she asked of me.
When she finally spoke, I waited anxiously, a high-pitched sigh
erupting from Trisha.
"Terry, I hope you'll let my puppy come visit me again real soon. He
does a REAL nice job of tickling me and I like him a lot. Will you let
him come see me again, please?"
"Sure Trisha. I'll let you see your puppy as many times and as long as
you want."
"Thank you Terry."
By the movements of her hands and body, I could tell I wasn't about to
receive my reward just yet.
"Terry?"
"Um hmmm?"
"I'm kinda hungry. Can we go and get something to eat, please?"
"Sure Trisha. That would be VERY nice. You're not scared of going
downstairs and letting the other children and some of the visitors see
you?"
"As long as my puppy is with me, then I won't be scared. Not one
little bit. But you have to promise to let me see my puppy real soon,
okay?"
"You can see your puppy any time you want to, Angel. In fact, if you
want to, your puppy will tickle your hand or your leg a little bit when
we're sitting down at the table, okay? But you have to be careful,
'cause your naughty puppy might even try to use my hand and touch your
panties on the outside of your tender tickle place if nobody is
looking."
"REALLY? Will my puppy even try to touch my tickle spot INSIDE my
panties too?"
"Um hmmm! As long as you don't mind if your puppy uses my hands or
fingers instead of his nose or tongue, then he'll try to keep you
company and tickle you as much as he can. The only thing we have to do
is be careful that nobody else sees what your puppy is doing, because
if they see, they'll want a puppy of their own and this puppy is ONLY
for you."
"Thanks Terry. I'm glad you'll be only MY puppy from now on. It makes
me feel better when you tell me that you'll let only ME see my puppy so
he can lick me whenever I want."
"You're welcome Sugar. Now, before we miss the last course, we better
get you cleaned up a little bit and put your clothes back on. If
anyone found out that your puppy took all your clothes off, they'd be
quite upset with him, wouldn't they?"
"Nobody will EVER find out about MY special little puppy, will they
Terry? He's only MINE to play with. I like it when my puppy pulls my
panties down and then licks me until my insides get all super tingly.
I'm gonna want my puppy to always take my panties off so he can tickle
my tingle spot until I almost want to let all the other kids see my
puppy licking me. That would be SOOOOO scary."
With almost painful movements, I could tell Trisha was still feeling
the effects of the long convulsions of her intense orgasms, so I got up
and retrieved some tissues so I could remove all my spit and her slick
juices.
With a delicate series of caresses around her sensitive clitty and deep
explorations at the entrance to her vagina, I made sure her body was
clean and dry once more, our simulated bestial adventures soon to be
repeated when the time was right.
"Terry?"
"Um hmmm?"
"Can we go to your house after dinner?"
"Are you sure you want to come over that soon Honey? Won't you be a
little afraid to be away from your bedroom?"
"Not if my puppy can come and stay with me all night. I promise I
won't be scared if he stays with me the whole time because as long as
he licks my tingle place as much as 'I' want. Then I won't think about
anything in the whole world except what my naughty puppy is doing to my
naked trickle. Can we do that, please?"
"Let me talk to Martha and see what she says."
With all her energy restored and then some, I dressed her as if I'd
been doing it for years, waiting until last to pull her panties back on
so I could touch and see her lovely cunny as long as possible. Trisha
seemed to be a different person now, much less afraid and much more
compliant. To test my theory, I slipped my hand up her skirt and
gently caressed her panties in front after she was completely dressed
and was brushing her hair.
Instead of reeling away in horror, she just smiled at me in the mirror
and spread her legs a little further apart, granting me access to do
whatever I wanted to. Choosing to emulate her little pet once again, I
'gruff'ed once and pushed my head under her skirt again. She giggled
and put her right hand on the top of my head, petting me as she would a
favorite Golden Retriever or Basset Hound. With two nips of her fat
cunny, I pulled my head from under her skirt and smiled at her.
" woof "
To add to an already unbelievable private entertainment session, Trisha
reached under her skirt and pulled the front of her panties down just
far enough that I could have access to her pussy, her free hand along
the top of my head and guiding me straight in for a brief adventure.
She seemed to enjoy my gentle nibbles and long licks as much as I did,
her hips pushing forward every time I was pushing in. It didn't last
quite as long as my last venture into her panties, but I didn't mind,
since I knew I'd be back there again soon. Her emotional state was so
incredibly reversed, I wondered if this treatment could be used on any
OTHER little girls that needed it.
When we walked down the stairs and made our way to the dining room,
everyone had just finished serving their first course, a long prayer
and extended thanks given to the many sponsors and visitors of late.
Trisha stayed tight to my left side as we made our way to the far end
of the table furthest from Martha, four empty chairs waiting to be
filled.
Fortunately, Tammy was sitting next to some open chairs, so I directed
Trisha to the one just after hers, taking a seat between the two of
them after I pushed my dinner partner's chair in like a real gentleman
should. As softly as I could, I whispered my presence to Tammy, which
actually was quite unnecessary since she could have smelled my cologne
from across the room.
"Hi little girl. Know anyone that can play the piano and likes to be
liked by a nasty man?"
"Hi handsome!"
Now settled, I served both Trisha and myself a conservative portion of
each dish offered. The conversations slowly grew in volume until the
room was a soft buzz of many different voices, some adults like Martha,
Sheriff Ballentine and his wife, me and one other woman who was sitting
next to an older teenaged boy in a wheelchair. The balance of the soft
chatter came from the rest of those little cherubs that were able to
speak. It was more like a 'home' than I could have imagined.
With all the plates tinkling with the gentle clatter of silverware, I
began to sense some uneasiness from a frightened fourteen year old to
my right, her posture more rigid and her frequent looks around the
table certain to illustrate her growing fears. I had the perfect way
to calm her fears, but was taking a tremendous risk by doing it. No
matter, since everyone else was busy with food or quiet conversation.
Leaning into her left arm slightly, I pressed into Trisha and softly
whispered into her ear.
"Are you okay, Angel?"
Her head snapped side to side rapidly, a look of utter terror on her
face. Trisha then whispered a single word that practically ripped my
heart out of my chest, her soft high voice making her sound incredibly
young and frightened.
"Puppy?"
Again, an easy fix was at hand, my right appendage shifted slightly
over her left thigh, a single firm squeeze the first thing that seemed
to relax my nervous playmate. It worked for a few seconds, but it was
obvious she needed more. It was painfully apparent that the sexual
thrills she'd experienced in her room while she was naked on her back
provided her with enough of a distraction so her unrealized fears could
be temporarily banished to oblivion.
Trisha had no desire to share my reality, her fantasied world far more
entertaining than any decent or calm little girl might be aware of.
Using her left hand, she gripped my right and pushed my fingers up
under her skirt between her supple thighs, the tips of my digits once
again pressing into her thin panties over her clitty.
It was incredibly reckless to fondle and masturbate her at the table,
but I had no desire to torture my young friend with imagined fears and
visions of all her housemates torturing her. I'd much rather risk my
own freedom as my fingertips rolled her panty-constrained nubbin around
with her thighs splayed widely apart.
Trisha looked so sexy as she gently bucked to a softer and highly
restrained cum, a look of utter bliss again plastered all over her
sweet face. True, I had given her a brief and loving distraction while
at the table, but now I wanted MY fun.
It didn't take me more than five seconds to wiggle my middle and index
fingers under her panty elastic along her left thigh, my naked digits
worked between her plump labia and again upon the smooth and erect knob
of tissue that had my full attention. Trisha's next cum wasn't nearly
as subtle or constrained as her last, but she allowed me to pleasure
her by pushing her legs as far apart as the chairs would permit. I
finished my lurid caresses off with a single inward push between her
labia and against her maidenhead, a few wiggles offered and then my
fingers and hand retrieved to the decency of the open air.
Trisha now exuded an air of contentment and ease, her food quietly
disappearing between her lips as her eyes remained toward her plate.
The rest of our meal was consumed until everything was gone, no further
immoral adventures conducted until she softly asked for some help from
a trusted and loyal pretend canine buddy.
Dessert was most likely already prepared or on the way, so I excused
myself and took control of a wheeled bus-cart, collecting all the empty
plates and cutlery, carefully setting them into the plastic trays
without making significant noise.
Martha watched as I made my way around the room behind all the guests
and children, taking an empty plate and moving onto the next location.
When Trisha began to look panicked again, I knew to immediately curtail
my wait-staff activities and returned to her side, kneeling down
between her and the chair that I had occupied during dinner, and softly
console her until she felt confident enough to allow me to finish.
Even with many of her fellow dinner guests able to watch me, I pressed
my mouth to her left ear and whispered as tenderly as I could.
"Hey there little girl! Are you afraid your puppy dog may have
forgotten all about tickling you in your special place until you're all
tingly inside? He hasn't you know. In fact, if you're not careful, he
might just sneak a little tickle up your skirt again when nobody can
see. What do you think about that?"
I gently tugged along her left leg under the table, slipping my hand
under her skirt and with the protection of her napkin, reached between
her legs until I could feel her panty covered cunny. With a delicate
wiggle, I pushed the tips of my index and middle fingers between her
vulvar lips and could again feel the intense heat generated from deep
within her body. Her expression returned to a more relaxed one, her
smile returning and her posture not as tight.
Trisha produced a slight blush that only I could discern, looked down
at her lap and smiled.
"I'm not scared no more, Terry. My puppy dog made me feel all better
again. Thank you, my good little puppy dog."
"Your puppy dog will be right back in a few minutes, okay Sugar? I
have to borrow him so I can put the dirty dishes away and then I'll be
back soon. If you want to, keep your hand covered by your napkin and
you can pretend your puppy is tickling you between your legs and making
you feel all tingly and special. Would you like to rub your tickle
spot for your puppy and me until your puppy comes back and does it so
you can be happy?"
Trisha let a mischevious grin escape as she nodded and I was again
successful at relaxing her so could finish what I had started. It
didn't take very long before my fourteen year old angel did just as I
had suggested, her eyes darting around the table without lifting her
head too high. Before a minute had passed and anyone caught on, her
nervous fingers teased under the waistband elastic of her panties and
delicately between her thighs until her confidence returned, the
muffled sound of her panty elastic snapping only loud enough for me to
hear when I walked directly behind her chair.
Once she saw me look at her and return her grin, she settled into an
unspoken round of personal entertainment, soft masturbation at the
dinner table keeping her focused enough to send all her fears far far
away.
Now that all the remaining plates and silverware were collected, I
pushed the cart to what looked like a butler's pantry and sure enough,
there was a place ready to receive it.
I made my way to Martha's chair and softly asked her if there was
anything else I could do while I was up, receiving a gentle nod and a
soft reply regarding another cart with a tray full of previously
prepared servings of pudding and gelatine.
Taking on the role of waiter or busboy wasn't new to me, my college
years spent at many a restaurant serving and cleaning up after all
sorts of well-to-do people. Each obedient and quiet dinner guest was
provided a choice of pudding or gelatine, served and my feet moving to
the next guest until everyone had been served. It was only then that I
returned to my chair so I could enjoy some sweet puddin' . . . and eat
the cherry flavored gelatine in the glass dish in front of me. Trisha
seemed to crave the sensation of my fingers either on or inside her
thin panties, the slow and constant caresses along her hairless cunny
melting her into the chair and helping her to cope with her tremendous
fears of being around people.
Once dessert was finished, another guest, the adult woman sitting next
to the wheelchair bound teenaged boy got up and repeated what I had
done without a word being spoken . . . her hands retrieving each empty
dish and setting them onto the empty buscart. Martha smiled and was
absolutely tickled with all the influence I had over her children and
her guests. If I hung around long enough, I might just prove to be
more useful than making a few little girls very happy and completely
sexually satisfied.
All the children became restless after the dishes were gathered up,
Martha calling the group to order one last time before dismissing
everyone to reading, painting, music, quiet conversations and some
delicate touching behind closed doors between various children and even
some of the adult guests and their little hosts.
Trisha did much better than I thought she might, sitting quietly and
looking up every once in a while to take in the view around the room.
While I was sitting next to her, she kept my right hand firmly locked
over her thighs under her left, her napkin held over our hands in a
feeble attempt to conceal our handhold. I was smart enough to keep her
skirt pulled down so nobody would become aware of how much we had
shared before dinner.
After a long round of polite thank you's and requests to be excused,
all of the children were finally dismissed, each of them making their
way upstairs or to various chores they were supposed to perform,
including emptying the bus-cart and clearing the table.
Martha saw me holding both Tammy's and Trisha's hands and smiled at me,
motioning me in her direction so we could sit close and chat. I softly
whispered into each of the girls' ears and produced a smile on both of
their faces, Trisha holding Tammy's hand and sitting down in a small
couch along one wall as I made my way to Martha.
"Terry? I've NEVER seen Trisha so relaxed and composed. What on Earth
have you done?"
"We played a little game in her room before we came downstairs that
made her feel a lot better about her being with other people. As long
as I keep reminding her about that game, she seems to be able to remain
focused and will tolerate being around other people long enough to
conduct herself in a civil manner."
"Well, I sure wish I knew what game you played, but I'd rather not jinx
success. All I ask is that you keep up the wonderful work and make her
as happy as you can. With all your gentle influence, she'll be able to
stay out of that horrible assylum for the rest of her life."
Both of us remained quiet for a moment, my courage finally building
until I uttered a proposal that I knew she wouldn't refuse.
"Martha, I have a small request."
"Yes Terry?"
"You told me earlier that if I wanted to, I could have one of your
children come visit me when I felt comfortable."
"That's true, yes!"
"May I take Trisha with me for a few days? I think I've made enough
progress with her to let her come visit me for a while."
"Why Terence Halprin! I just KNEW you wouldn't be able to resist
taking one of my little angels with you eventually. I'm so pleased
that you've finally decided to honor me by having Trisha spend some
time at your home. Do you think a few days is enough, or would you
like to keep her for a couple of weeks?"
"Do you think she'd be able to tolerate that much time away from her
own room?"
"Come, come now Terry. You know perfectly well that she'll be quite
comfortable with you until you return her to the 'House'. In fact, I'd
wager that before two days are out, you'll be calling me to prepare
adoption papers for her."
"I can't say either way at this point. But I CAN say that it would
certainly be a real pleasure to make a home for her and give her a
daddy for the first time in her life. I just wish and pray that I can
do that for at least one OTHER little girl here."
"Dare I ask who that might be?"
We both turned and looked at Tammy sitting with Trisha, both of them
chatting softly, holding hands and facing us.
"You don't need to ask."
"Would you like to take BOTH of them with you?"
"I think it would be best if I was able to develop my relationship with
Trisha first, since she's the one that needs the most psychological
assistance. Once her development has reached a comfortable level,
bringing Tammy home as well will be much easier."
"This is such great news Terry. I only hope you don't stop visiting us
once you take these two away from me."
"Absolutely NOT! I plan on visiting at least twice a week, bringing
BOTH of my girls back with me so they can visit their friends and
maintain a strong relationship with the wonderful woman that has helped
them so very much."
Yeah, I know! I was laying it on so thick you could walk across a
layer of it all the way from New York to London. The fact that Martha
permitted and even PROMOTED sexual activities between her children and
any adult that happened along with an open wallet made what I was
complimenting her about seem almost hypocritical. Then again, she
didn't actually ASK me to slip my hands up inside each of their skirts
and down inside their panties. She certainly didn't PREVENT anything
sexual either, my many opportunities to take little girls to the potty
and pull their tights and panties down almost encouraged.
Then words flew from her lips that almost guaranteed that her
involvement with some form of intimate relationships between children
and local patrons was encouraged on a daily basis. I tried not to look
surprised or upset with her question and let it go as soon as I heard
her ask.
"Terry? Would you also consider taking a much younger little angel
with you just in case Trisha would like to spend a little quiet time
alone? I'm sure you'd prefer to let her have some time by herself in a
more home-like setting so she could get used to living with many fewer
children around, and while Trisha's busy or by herself, you're going to
need someone to play with and talk to. Would a four or five year old
be a terrible burden on you if you had to take her to the potty every
hour or so? There are a few little girls that would respond quite
nicely to a handsome and loving man now that you've proven to be so
supportive to Trisha."
I instantly thought of a half dozen little gems that I'd seen around
the 'House', sitting quietly by themselves, some with leg braces on, a
few with blank stares and glazed eyes looking back at me, and one
chubby little thing that had a hard time not showing off a pretty pair
of frilly underpants to everyone that walked by.
My mind was filled with images of a little girl at home with me, my
hands constantly up her skirt and down inside her panties, gently
tickling her and watching a smile slowly form until I made her feel so
warm and loved all over.
Then my brain snapped back to reality, the likelihood that Martha was
trying to get me to take on more than I was ready for, or might be able
to politely refuse.
"No, thank you Martha. For right now, it might be best if Trisha was
the only guest I had at home, at least until I'm comfortable taking
care of her full time. Later, if I'm able to prove myself worthy
enough, we'll see."
"Why, that's so decent of you, Terry. I'm sure once you've gotten
Trisha settled, you'll be back to collect Tammy and possibly a number
of their friends."
"That would be so wonderful for the girls, wouldn't it? Before it gets
too late, how about if we got going."
"FINE! Let me get Trisha's things ready and then you can take her with
you. While we're packing a small travel bag for her, why don't you
walk Tammy back to her room and let her play some music for you. By
the way. There's a very private entrance that will permit you two to
leave without anyone being aware of your departure. We wouldn't want
any of the other girls to see you take Trisha with you, because they
might get extremely jealous of poor little Trisha. Let me show you
where the side door is after getting her things."
I walked back toward my two gems, still sitting quietly next to each
other, Trisha starting to look a little concerned about her being
around people since her naughty puppy hadn't been around for quite a
while.
"Okay you two. It's time I walked you both to your rooms so you can
get ready for bed."
Reaching out with both hands, Trisha took my left and she directed
Tammy's hand to my right. Once turned around and walking toward the
stairs, I held both of them tight to my sides and tried to devise a
plan where I could tell Tammy that I'd be taking another little girl
home with me tonight. She was going to find out eventually, and if it
were possible, I'd prefer to lessen the sting of reality before my
blind angel found out from somebody else. We made it about halfway
down the corridor on the second floor when she quietly informed me of
HER plans.
"Terry? Would you like to take Trisha home with you for a few days? I
think she needs to be with you for a little while 'cause she's kinda
scared and needs someone to make her feel all better. It would really
make me feel good if you'd please let her come home with you, 'cause I
know how wonderful you'll make her feel. Please take her with you, at
least for a little while. It would make her AND me feel better if you
did."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Tammy was actually encouraging
me to take another little girl home instead of me taking Tammy. Why
would she do this? I dare not ask just yet. It might ruin a secret
plan they were developing for me.
"Terry? Would you take her with you, please?"
"Sure Tammy! That's a wonderful sentiment Honey, and very mature of
you."
"Can I come stay with you after THAT?"
"I think that can EASILY be arranged."
Martha met Trisha at her door, helping to pack her things as I walked
Tammy back to her bedroom. Once we were safely behind Tammy's locked
bedroom door, she thrust herself into me and wrapped her arms around me
like she had before. I picked her up and walked with her in middair to
her bed, sitting her down on my lap as I nestled my bum down.
"Terry? I'm glad you're gonna take Trisha home with you. Please make
her feel good and all tingly inside like you do to me. I know she'll
like it as much as I do."
"Tammy? Why are you wanting me to do that Sugar? Don't you know what
might happen if I get tempted to tickle another little girl like I
tickle you?"
"Uh huh! But that's what Trisha NEEDS, Terry. I don't mind if you
tickle and play with Trisha like you do with me 'cause I know you won't
hurt her OR me. I won't be mad if you want to pull her panties down
and tickle her special place like you do with me, 'cause not every
little girl can have just ONE boyfriend all to herself. If you can be
BOTH of our boyfriends', then we can BOTH be happy forever and ever.
Don't you see?"
"Yes I do, Angel. I just can't believe you'd be so supportive of me
wanting to slip my naughty fingers inside another little girls'
panties, that's all."
"Terry?"
"Yes?"
"Would you . . . before you go?"
My right hand didn't need an engraved invitation to know what she was
asking me to do, Tammy's skirt pushed up under her bum and her panties
tugged down to her feet and then off. I lay her down on her bed and
shoved my face between her thighs, her hands grabbing both my ears and
pulling with enough force to confirm that she really WAS hungry for
more pleasurable abuse.
I gave her a nice quick and very sweet cum, her nubbin no longer able
to withstand being sucked and licked for more than a few seconds or a
minute at most. Oh, how I wanted so desperately to fuck Tammy right
now, but was fully aware of what a little girl's screams would do to
the other residents, so I resisted the temptation. Tammy's skirt and
top came off without any words exchanged, her little mounds of titty
fat were licked, sucked and then softly caressed, my permissive angel
eagerly keeping hold of my head in case I might consider leaving before
she was satisfied. Of course, she had NOTHING to worry about in that
regard.
Knowing I was taking far too many chances with her tender body, I
decided to slow down and curtail my sexual exploits with a mere baby,
choosing to put something ON her rather than keep her naked. She
softly asked me to help her put her nightshirt on and intentionally
leave her panties absent so I could watch her pose for me in her room
with nothing on underneath.
She did such a good job of breaking down any resistance I had to her
tender charms that before I realized what I was doing and just how
dangerous it was, my zipper was drawn down, my dick tugged out by a
very talented pair of little hands and I was slipping my cock between
her thighs. We slowly pushed against each other until her maidenhead
fought to keep me out, my urge to thrust into her all the way so strong
that I was fighting with all my strength to keep from going ahead a
finish the dirty deed.
For her part, Tammy was much more in control, her hips twitching with
excited pleasure and her nubbin located until I gave her another two
orgasms. I desperately needed one of my own and she could see it, even
though her eyes were completely disfunctional.
Even though it felt so sweet to half-fuck the snug vaginal entrance of
this little eight year old, I knew I needed to quit or I'd generate a
scream the likes that nobody had heard in a while. Tammy had no
illusion of making me leave unsatisfied, her hands following the end of
my dick the moment we separated, her fingers redirecting me just a
little bit lower on her body.
With carefully directed urges toward my thighs, her bummy shifted out
on her bed until my cockhead was pressing against her pursed opening.
I wasn't about to refuse such a magnanimous offer, so I applied just
enough pressure to enter her tight little ass.
I was deep inside in less than a minute, my body ready to blast her the
moment her bum was pressing against my thighs. Using carefully
directed rolling motions with my thumb and fingers, I peaked her as
quickly as I could, wanting her to share this with me.
In another minute, we were quietly humping into each other, my insides
on fire as I thrust as hard and as far inside her butt as I could.
Tammy seemed to roll forward into my arms, her legs hooked around my
body and her arms pulling hard enough that I had a tight grasp of her
as the last of her convulsions subsided.
DAMN, it felt good to fuck this little chubby gem, and she knew it.
Her smile was quivering the whole time I carried her to the potty, a
few final lunges into each other before we had to separate.
After we cleaned up and I tamed my monster enough to stuff it back
inside my slacks, we kissed softly until I had to leave, promising her
that I'd return very soon.
It wasn't easy, but I finally left Tammy's bedroom and headed down the
hall.
Continued in Part 7 (Special_7.txt)
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