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Special_7.txt
Special Needs Lovers - Part 7 of 8 (Special_#.txt)
- Puppy Visits With Trisha On The Drive Home
- A Quick Tour then No Electricity and Fear of Freezing
- In Bed With a Naked Fourteen Year Old, Her Hands Never Still
- A Night And Morning of Kisses, Touches and Romance
- Trisha's 'Puppy' Turns Her Into a Woman
- A Shower, A Dinner and A Slow Fuck
- Even In Paradise Trisha Was Afraid
- Martha Told About Trisha's Adoption and a Trip To The Mall For
Some Clothes
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Cons, Rom, Pett, Teen, Oral, Fake Best, 1st, Piv
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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 6 (Special_6.txt)
Martha had packed all of Trisha's underwear, socks, toiletries and a
few personal items into a small overnight bag, setting it inside her
bedroom door so I could collect it and my little fourteen year old
guest. Fortunately, nobody saw me approach and then enter my young
lover's room as if I had a right to, except for a hidden and quite
mischevious little girl that I hadn't expected to watch. Without my
knowing it, I was about to get REALLY popular.
I didn't waste any time rearranging Trisha's panties before we were out
of her room and down the hall, following Martha through a nondescript
exit. I practically jogged to my RTL and drove it to a back entryway,
where no windows could see me drive up or leave.
I carefully put Trisha's things in the back seat and then buckled her
in the front next to me, a horrified but excited expression on my young
rider's face while Martha gave her an incredibly tight embrace. Once
Trisha had been hugged, Martha made it a point to also come to the
driver's side, my own fleshy embrace by the gramma-sized woman sure to
stir a few hearts. She knew perfectly well that Trisha was going to
have a much better time with me than where she had lived for the last
twelve or so years. Even so, she felt as if she was losing yet ANOTHER
daughter, even if she was gaining a very horny and quite affectionate
son.
My RTL hadn't made it all the way down the driveway in the dark when
Trisha grew restless enough to ask a curious question.
"Terry?"
"Um hmmm?"
"Can my puppy visit me while we go home, just for a little while so I
don't feel scared?"
"SURE, Trisha! Would you like to hold my hand as if it was your
puppy?"
"Okay."
I extended my right hand over to her lap, her hands taking it greedily
and pushing it between her legs. I figured all she wanted was to hug
my hand with her skirt covered thighs and smiled.
"Terry?"
"Um hmmm?"
"Can my puppy play with me a tiny little bit while you're driving? You
wouldn't mind, would you, 'cause I'm still a little bit scared."
"No, I wouldn't! What would you like your puppy to do?"
"Could he pretend to pull my panties down like he did before, except
this time, YOU can use your hand instead of letting my puppy use with
teeth?"
"I think your puppy would like to do that very much."
By the time we reached the main highway less than thirty seconds after
starting off, she had worked her skirt up all the way under her bum and
tucked it out of the way behind her. Trisha had NO illusions about who
was touching her right now, my hand working her flimsy panties down her
legs as she supported herself with her back and her feet. I pulled her
underpants off both her feet and stuffed them into my right pocket,
used for the second time today for another pair of little girls'
undergarments.
My right hand was carefully placed on her left thigh, her hands taking
control of it immediately. She was so confident about her requirements
that she never slowed down, even when a whole series of vehicles
approached and passed us, their headlights filling the cab of my RTL
and allowing me to see my hand being worked between Trisha's chubby
thighs and my middle finger disappearing as deep between her thighs as
her posture would permit. Even having just fucked Tammy's butt, I
still had an insatiable need to do it again with THIS little gem.
As I turned into my driveway and headed for the covered parking spot
next to the house, Trisha began to softly moan in contented excitement,
her next orgasm not to be restrained or diminished by anyone
overhearing the level of her enjoyment.
The perverse pleasure of sitting in my RTL in the dark while I was
busily fingering her cunny and rolling her ample clitty around must
have done something for Trisha, her soft voice gently filling the cab
of my truck as her cum filled her body with electricity.
I could have kept her peaking for another half hour, but knew there was
a MUCH more comfortable location for us both, so I leaned over to her,
kissed her on the cheek and whispered some tender instructions to her.
"Would you like to take your puppy inside, Sweetie?"
Almost as if she had been pretending, her attitude changed immediately,
her eyes wide open, an expression of fear on her face and her delicate
cries suppressed.
"Terry? I know you don't want other people to see what my puppy does
inside my panties, so can I just hold YOUR hand until we get inside the
house? You can touch me as much as you want to once we're all alone,
okay?"
"Um hmmm!"
"You're not going to make me put my panties on, are you Terry?"
"Not if you don't WANT me to."
With Trisha's door opened facing the house, I tugged her legs apart
slightly as she turned, my eyes staring at her naked cunny in the light
of my entryway. It was so utterly obscene for me to treat her like
that, but I truly loved to test the boundaries of a woman's tolerance.
Even though it was chilly outside, Trisha felt perfectly at ease as I
held her knees apart, looking down inside her skirt as she slowly
leaned back. She knew what I was looking at and revelled in the
excitement of a man looking solely at her.
Her overnight bag was retrieved and both of us beyond the entry door
along the side of my house rather than the front. She'd be able to see
any part of the house she'd want from now on. The only important thing
right now was that she be warm and safe in my home.
As soon as the side door of the house was closed and locked, huge
curtains of snow began to fall, looking as if someone had spilled the
contents of a million feather pillows right over my house. The fact
that my basement was full of provisions, supplies, coal and even an
emergency generator if I needed electricity gave me no cause for alarm.
In fact, I actually HOPED it would snow hard enough to force us to stay
locked away in my cozy place for at least a week, maybe two.
Even though Trisha was still nervous with sexual hunger, being a woman
and certainly capable of exercising her right to communicate her own
demands, I led her on a careful tour of everything from the first
floor, to the second, the third, all the way to the unheated attic and
down to my private storage rooms in my basement. During the whole
tour, my right hand maintained a tight grip on her naked bummy, a few
times slipping a naughty finger or two between her cheeks for a revised
sample of her lubrication. She carefully made a mental note of
anything that needed clarification and quietly asked question after
question, receiving adequate confirmation about every subject
presented, never once pushing my hand away from her smooth bummy or
looking distressed about my finger teasing between her thighs.
We returned to the first floor just in time for the power to go out.
PERFECT! I looked out through the windows and could see the entire
town blacked out. The only lights on now were a few battery-backup LED
nightlights that I'd strategically placed on each of the floors for
just this sort of eventuality.
Instead of getting scared or being terribly apprehensive, Trisha
snuggled into my side and giggled. She seemed to be unusually relaxed
in the enveloping blackness of the still darkness of a late winter
evening.
"Terry?"
"Um hmmm?"
"Since the power just went out, does that mean that we need to make
sure we stay nice and warm so we can be safe?"
I could see her gears turning in her head. I'd play along, even if it
meant acting like a complete dolt.
"You know? I guess you're right. Now that the electricity is out,
we're gonna need to stay warm in just ONE room. Gee! I wonder if
you're gonna want to be THAT close to me Trisha. It might even mean
having to sleep in the same bed and stay under one set of blankets
since we won't be able to keep the whole house warm any more."
What a crock of shit!
When I had the house refurbished, it took six months to fully insulate
all basement walls, inside and out and even UNDER the slab, completely
insulate each and every wall and floor from ground level all the way to
the roof with two-part expanding foam insulation, install triple glazed
'E'-windows and super weather tight door and window seals, pressure
test the entire house and seal each and every leak.
My contractor found an entire quarter of the huge basement filled to
the ceiling with coal, trying to coax me that he could 'get rid of it'
at no cost. Fortunately, I saw through his story and had him demolish
the old coal heater and installed a high efficiency coal furnace, with
recirculating floor heating throughout, almost four miles of plumbing
within the four major walls of my house. All that work and planning
were about to be put to the test, my little uninformed guest assuming
my house was just like all the rest. I then grew concerned for the
well being and safety of the children at the 'House', especially Tammy,
Debbie, Mary and their housemother, Martha.
It wasn't THAT far below freezing yet, only about twenty four
Fahrenheit or so. If it got a LOT colder or the power remained out for
more than a day, I'd be sure to make the short trip to the 'House' to
make sure everything was still okay. But for now, my little body
leaner was hinting that she might like to resume some animalistic
playtime.
It seemed absolutely prehistoric for me to light a candle and carry it
around in front of us toward the bedroom and bathroom, but to make
Trisha enjoy the sensation of having to go without modern conveniences
for a little while and pretend that we were going to have to resort to
emergency survival techniques just to stay warm, it felt nice to play
along.
"Let's both go pee before it starts to freeze in here Angel. You don't
want to have to get out of bed and be cold before the morning comes, do
you?"
"Thanks for being so considerate Terry. I like being with you 'cause
you're always thinking of me and making me feel good."
"That's my job from now on Sugar. I'm supposed to do everything I can
to make you feel good ALL the time."
In an incredibly soft and timid whisper, she confirmed what I knew all
along.
"Especially in my panties, right Terry?"
"Um hmmm! Especially in THERE!"
After gently directing her to my bedroom and in the light of the
flickering candle, I pulled her skirt and top off again, helping her go
potty as if she were some kind of invalid or cripple. She enjoyed my
constant attention to her so much that she even pretended to be a
helpless little girl of four.
Trisha was no longer the shy or paranoid feral child I met that first
evening. She was now a developed and creative woman, anxious to
experience so much of what she had been denied up to this point in her
young life. Fortunately, I was her catalyst and her savior, and if she
had HER way, I'd soon be her adopted daddy and her lover as well.
I draped a nightshirt over her body so she could be protected from the
incredibly frigid air in the house of 69 degrees Fahrenheit, her timid
smile at my constant attention to her so precious, I couldn't resist
hugging and then kissing her. I don't remember when I last filled the
coal hopper, since the house was so well insulated and the furnace so
efficient that it used almost NOTHING. Still, it was fun to pretend to
be in the middle of nowhere with my lost little angel with a blazing
blizzard outside to keep us locked safely underneath some sheets.
In order to preserve her surprise for as long as possible, I made sure
to hide the contents of my underwear when I emptied my bladder. The
commode was flushed, we both had a sip of filtered water and made our
way to our bedroom. It seemed strange for me to refer to it as 'our'
bedroom, a fourteen year old teenager being welcomed where no other
adult woman had ever ventured before.
Her overnight bag was carefully set on top of my dresser to the dancing
glow of the soft candle light, almost all of her possessions removed
from her temporary storage case and placed into three empty drawers, as
if they had been set aside just for Trisha.
The entire time I prepared for our evening comfort, Trisha kept very
close to me, either holding my hand or holding her arm around my body.
It felt so reassuring to have someone so dedicated and enthralled in my
continued contact, I only hoped it would last.
Finally, I pulled the top cover back and then a blanket and sheet.
With a wide sweep of my hand, I bid my teenaged guest enter the bed of
a man old enough to be her daddy.
The candle was blown out and before my body joined Trisha's, her soft
cry after the flame was extinguished confirmed that she was still just
as afraid of the dark as she was the night before. Apparently, my
being away from her even for a few seconds or little more than a foot
distance produced enough of a change in her demeanor that now that it
was completely dark, she grew uncomfortable.
"TERRY!"
"I'm right here Angel. Don't worry."
The sound of ruffled sheets and her high pitched moan as I pulled her
tight to my right side was unlike any sensation that I could have hoped
for. I was now in the darkened room of my own house, in bed with an
almost naked little fourteen year old, still a virgin and DEFINITELY
anxious to be where she was.
Instead of acting like I did when I was sixteen and wanting to
consumate our sexual relationship immediately, I held Trisha tight to
my body and let her push her right leg over my thighs, her nightshirt
lifted once, twice, then three times until she finally harumphed and
tugged it all the way over her head and off.
"Those things sure get in the way at night, don't they Terry?"
All I could do was smile at her gentle naivete. She wanted so
desperately to act like an adult and I so desperately wanted her to
remain a child. The disparity would have killed most moral men. To
me, it was now something to be cherished and enjoyed carefully.
Her body yielded to each of my gentle caresses, her back so smooth and
soft that I kept shifting my right hand over her form from her right
shoulder all the way down to her bum. I never strayed too long over
her naked fanny, not wanting to make our time together in bed seem like
nothing more than an obvious attempt at or tremendous need for quick
sex.
One of the things I had learned over the years was that anticipation
was a reward unto itself. Too bad I learned that after losing so many
chances at tender and wonderful long term sexual relationships. Some
things are only achieved with maturity and time.
Before Trisha was able to act on her earlier sexual needs, she fell
asleep with my right arm under her neck, her breathing soft and steady,
warming the front of my right shoulder with each of her exhales. I
always loved the feeling of a woman being next to me in bed. I could
just never come to grips with their continued demands regarding
'things' like clothes, jewelry, cars, furniture . . . JUNK! I could
only hope that Trisha hadn't been polluted by others of her kind.
Around three thirty in the morning, I awoke to the sensation of a small
warm hand slipping into the front of my shorts, her fingers gently
exploring my hairy abdomen further down until her shaking fingers were
completely engulfing my throbbing cock. It didn't take long for my
body to be aware of a female's hand anywhere on its surface, my cock
filling to firmness almost immediately. In many cases, it had become a
liability rather than an asset, since most situations involving a
woman's hand weren't normally associated with sex.
This time, however, it was!
Trisha tentatively examined my penis with her fingers in the quiet
darkness of our bed, her heart hammering away in her chest and her
breathing so deep and loud it masked mine.
She took her time exploring every square inch of my manhood, wanting to
be sure she'd be able and then WILLING to tolerate the intrusion once
the time came. With a continued sense of curiosity and sexual hunger,
she used the tip of her index finger to find and then massage the
opening at the end of my dick, now leaking precum in enough volume that
she had to wipe her finger against the inside of my shorts to keep from
making a sticky mess of both of us.
It was truly a memorable experience to allow her to take her time
learning all about a man's body, MY body. She seemed absolutely
fascinated with the crown of my head, the flare around the
circumference and the distinct change in texture just beyond providing
her no end of wonder. In softer and softer movements, I felt her
sample every square inch of my dick until finally, her hand went still,
her breathing steady once again.
She actually fell asleep while touching me. I wasn't sure if I should
be humilated or proud. If she was that comfortable being in bed with
me and didn't have any hangups about requiring sexual release at every
turn, then who was I to place unnecessary demands upon her?
The next time I woke up, I had turned away from her and she was
snuggled tight against my back, her right hand still locked firmly
around my cock. I immediately smiled.
Two can play at this game!
Moving as carefully and as slowly as I could, I tugged her hand out of
my shorts and turned over, turning her to her right as well. Now 'I'
was behind her and MY left hand was cupping the soft nakedness of her
hairless quim. With one slow steady movement, I pushed my middle
finger between her thighs and worked it back and forth between her
pussy lips until I could feel the wetness of her vagina open to me.
The longer I rubbed against her hot wet skin, the hornier I got.
Before I got too worked up, I pulled my hand away from her vulva and
played with her titties instead.
They were the perfect nighttime playtoys. There was just enough of her
little mounds of titty fat to wrap my hand around one of them and feel
her nipple urge its way through the opening between two fingers. The
warm softness of her breasts was so enticing, that I had to remove my
hand from her breasts as well. It seems any portion of her body was
just too damn tempting, so I pulled her hard to my chest, kissed her
bare left shoulder and turned over once again. It didn't take Trisha
ten minutes to realize her hands were empty, her body rotated 180
degrees once more and her right hand inserted gently into my shorts, as
if I had no idea what she was up to. I let her keep hold of her new
toy for the rest of the night.
At eight thirty, I felt her lips coaxing mine apart, her tongue
exploring the inside of my mouth, even with morning breath. She was
now laying partially on top of me, her chest over me but her hips to my
right. When I began to return her affectionate kisses, she pulled back
and looked down at me, her short dirty blond hair gently tickling my
face.
"Morning Angel. Did you sleep good last night?"
"Mmmm hmmmm! I had a WONDERFUL dream last night. I got to touch you
and play with you all night long. It was neat to do that without
nobody telling me not to."
"Well, I'm gonna love to break the news to you Sugar, but that wasn't a
dream. You really DID touch me last night. You had your hand in my
shorts almost all night, even when I was turned away from you and when
you snuggled into my back. You pushed your right hand inside my
underwear and held onto my woody the whole time, even after you fell
asleep. Don't you remember?"
"REALLY? I REALLY DID TOUCH YOU TERRY?"
"Mmmm hmmm. It felt nice for you to just hold me like that. It made
me feel like we were meant to be together forever and ever. I hope
that doesn't scare you Angel. I'd really prefer not to make you afraid
of me so soon after we found each other."
"That doesn't scare me Terry. I like the idea of us being together.
That way, we could do sex stuff and make love whenever we wanted to and
nobody could do anything about it."
"As long as you know that we aren't supposed to do that until you're at
least eighteen, right?"
"Are you gonna make me wait THAT long?"
"Well, I don't WANT to make you wait, but if people found out that we
were lovers and that you're only fourteen, they'd send me to jail so
fast, you'd have to send the dust on my shoes through express mail just
to meet me there in time."
"DON'T SAY THAT TERRY! PLEASE! I don't EVER want to lose you now that
I found you."
"Then we're gonna have to be extra careful, aren't we?"
"Nobody has to know that we make love all the time, do they?"
ALL THE TIME?
"No, they don't. But we can't tell ANYBODY about what we do at home.
Not even our friends at the 'House'. If THEY find out, the whole town
will know in no time."
"But, aren't there LOTS of guys and older men that do stuff with the
little girls at the 'House' ALL the time? I used to hear all KINDS of
naughty stuff going on at night. That's what scared me sometimes,
'cause I thought for sure one of those men might come into my room and
do stuff with ME that I didn't like."
"Did anyone ever hurt you like that, Honey?"
"No, but there was this one man that tried to pull my panties down when
I was sleeping one time. He pulled them all the way down to my knees
and was touching my peepee with his finger, and when I woke up, I
screamed. After that, I didn't like NOBODY being near me."
"How old were you when he did that Trisha?"
"I don't know, maybe four or five."
"So, ever since then, you've been scared of everybody?"
"Yeah, except for you. You're the only one that ever wanted to be my
FRIEND before he wanted to tickle me inside my panties."
"I hope you're not mad at me for wanting to touch you all the time
inside your panties?"
"NO! I LIKE it when you touch me and tickle me. You're all gentle and
soft when you tickle my special place and my peepee. Like last night,
when you turned me over and put your finger against my peepee hole a
little bit and wiggled it around for only like a tiny bit and then took
it out again without hurting me, that means that you LOVE me and don't
want to hurt me none, right?"
"That's right Angel. I'd NEVER hurt you if I could. When I touched
you last night, I was tempted to tickle you a whole bunch all over
again but knew you were asleep and wouldn't like it at all if you
caught me touching you while you were asleep. I only want to touch you
and make you feel good when YOU want to, not any time except then."
"That's why I love you so much Terry. You're not nasty or do bad
things with me. You like to touch me and stuff and you won't ever hurt
me none, even if you could and I didn't stop you."
"Oh Angel. I love you so much. I hope I get to keep you all to
myself."
Our arms wrapped around each others' bodies, our lips wrestling and our
tongues duelling. Without any effort, she shifted her body over mine,
her thighs coming dangerously close to taking hold of my throbbing
member.
As our lips separated, she leaned back and smiled at me. I could
almost see what she was thinking.
"Terry?"
"Um hmmm?"
"Can you pretend to be my little puppy dog again? That was fun
yesterday. I know it seems silly for me to act like a little baby girl
like that, but it made my insides all tingly when you took like forever
to make me get all squishy and tingly inside. I don't want it to go by
too fast. That's why it was kinda fun."
"How would you feel if I could make it last just as long if not LONGER
without playing that game? If I promised to keep your insides all
twitchy and tingly for even longer than before, may I make you feel
good my own way?"
"You promise to make it last a LONG time?"
"Yup!"
"And you won't make fun of me or tease me or nothin'?"
"Nope! I'll make you feel so good inside that you won't want to EVER
stop."
"But, what if I wanted you to do something really special with me?"
"I'll do whatever makes you feel good Sweetie."
"Okay. You can do whatever you want to then."
In one quick turn, she was now laying on her back, my mouth softly
sucking her lips between mine and her eyes slowly closing. We kissed
for about ten minutes, sometimes hard, often very soft and mostly
tenderly. She truly liked the way I treated her like a princess, her
skin not to be bruised or despoiled in any way.
By the time I had my mouth over her left titty, her nipple locked
between my lips was full of the same hormonal energy and blood that she
felt the day before. This time, there was NO possibility of anyone
finding out about our time in bed together.
It didn't take as long as I had wanted before her thighs were hugging
my ears and her calves were hooked behind my head. She was still horny
from last night, her puppy dog tickling her clitty during the ride home
enough of a stimulus to fill her body with lust and passion, the
remnants now available for her to enjoy to the fullest.
It was incredible to imagine just how easy it was to work her into an
hour long continuous orgasm, her hips bucking into my face and her
hands locked hard around my head. She so enjoyed the ceaseless
stimulation that she resisted her own attempts at prying my face away
from her clitty. When she started to fade out and almost fainted, I
knew it was time to peak her again so I sucked her clitoris between my
lips and gave her another clitoral blowjob, her high pitched squeals
filling my room with the joyous cacophony of tender immoral love with
an underaged partner.
For her part, Trisha held on much longer than before, her determination
to outlast me allowing her to accept the intense stimulation and still
remain conscious. She was a nervous wreck and completely unable to
move when I finally pulled my slick and sticky face away from her
cunny. With a few tissues carefully cleaning us both up and dry, I lay
next to her naked body and pulled her tight to me.
I had no idea she had a reserve of energy, her body rolling over the
top of mine and her right hand fishing into my shorts until she
extracted my dick. This time, there was no stopping where it was
going. Trisha was certain to wrap both of her thighs around it and
hugged it with her chubby legs, pushing down with her hips until her
plump mons was pressing directly over my hipbone. In seconds, she
could feel the end of my dick rubbing between the cheeks of her bum
behind her, the top of my cock resting comfortably along the tight
saddle of her pussy.
She very nonchalantly shifted her body around over me until she lifted
her hips high enough to work the end of my cock along her slick cleft.
With my cockhead pressing against her vaginal opening, she shifted once
more and sent me beyond the side of reason to the playground of
pedophiles and child molesters, her vagina almost permitting me to
enter. It felt WONDERFUL!
Our hips came together slowly, even though we weren't completely
joined, Neither of us were willing to induce tremendous pain by
proceeding too quickly, so our movements were carefully planned. I
could feel the end of my dick pressing hard against her hymen, trying
to keep me out for a few more seconds, the last vestige of her
childhood about to be torn asunder.
She kept perfectly still far longer than I imagined her capable of, the
marked pain of our joining and of the thin membrane of her virginity
fighting desperately to remain intact.
After waiting five minutes, her hips locked in a fixed position over me
and my dick not travelling any deeper inside, I knew it was the wrong
time for Trisha. This disgusting and extremely immoral sex act had to
end and NOW!
With both of my hands trying to hold her hips up away from me, I tried
to lift her off but she resisted, whining at me and then scolding me
for making her stop.
"TERRY! NOOOOOO!"
"We can wait a little longer Angel. I don't think . . . I don't think
I'm ready to hurt you like this."
"But, it DOESN'T hurt Terry. I want it to last a WHOLE long time,
that's all. Please, let me make it last a little while longer. I'm
not hurting, honest."
"Are you sure Angel? If you're hurting inside, then I need to stop."
"NO! I LIKE the way it makes my insides feel. This is the only time
it's gonna be my FIRST time, and I want to make it last for as long as
I can. Please Terry? Let me do it my way. I want to make it special
with my first guy . . . YOU! Please?"
"Okay. As long as you want to make it last, then go as slow as you
want. But, if you want it to last for three or four hours, then we
better get up and go pee first, okay?"
"Oh . . . yeah . . . "
I pulled my aching rod out from between her supple thighs and held her
to my body, lifting her out of bed with me and carrying her naked form
to the bathroom. I had done this a few times before, but never with a
teenaged girl. I sat her down over my legs facing me as I sat over the
open commode backward, both of us ready to empty our bladders if it
were possible. It took about two minutes before I was finally able to
urge my body to get rid of yesterday's fruit juice, and once Trisha
heard me go, she went immediately.
Once she was wiped up and dry, I used a baby wipe to clean us both, not
wanting her to have any extra liquid between her pussy lips so I could
help her generate it FOR her.
With a return between her thighs, I 'ruff'ed and 'woof'ed a few times,
sending her into a constant series of giggles, my mouth working every
square inch of her cunny from clitty to vagina. She truly enjoyed the
'puppy' game a lot and I was going to use that to my advantage for a
long time. If she ever got hard to handle or fussy, I'd turn on the
charm and pretend to be her puppy, certain to rest my head on her bare
legs close enough to her yonni that she'd insist I make her feel better
by tickling her until she was happy all over again.
Trisha was practically squealing at the top of her lungs, the howling
wind outside competing with her for top marks at higher volume when she
peaked again. This time, I was again successful at making her pass
out. She lay completely limp under my face, my lips, tongue and teeth
feasting on her helpless body, my passions unable to resist the
opportunity to have oral sex with a fourteen year old teenager without
anyone around to stop me.
Wanting to make our first sexual intercourse a truly memorable
experience, I knew I needed to gain relief so I shifted my body higher
until my cock was rubbing up and down her gash, her juices and my
precum adequate lubrication. I even allowed the tip of my cock to
press against that tiny opening above her hymen twice, not pushing any
further than against the entrance of her honey box.
Now adequately primed, I rolled off of her and grabbed a few tissues,
holding them to the end of my dick as I started to wank up and down,
looking over to her naked body as I masturbated next to an unconscious
little girl. When I came, it felt better than I had ever felt before.
It was cruel to steal this from her, but I knew as soon as I plunged
all the way into her hot wet pussy, I wouldn't be able to hold out.
Her first time was going to last for at least THREE hours if I could
last that long. I wanted her to know that her first special boyfriend
loved her enough to make it memorable.
Much more relaxed and with my woody bobbing back and forth over my
tummy, I wiped myself clean and dry with another bundle of tissues and
threw them and the first wad into the plastic trash bin next to the
nightstand. By the time our visit was called a complete success, the
plastic basket would be filled to brimming with used tissues.
My dick still needed more so I rolled back over Trisha and pushed my
face between her legs yet again, softly licking and nibbling on her
vulva, carefully avoiding her clitty so I didn't wear out my welcome.
When her left hand began to caress the back of my head, I 'woof'ed
once, producing a short giggle.
"Good doggy! I'm glad you're MY puppy, 'cause I can tell you to do
that ANYTIME I want."
"WOOF!"
"Would you like to try to make some little puppies now doggie?"
"RUFF! RUFF!"
"Okay! Roll over and lay down so I can sit on your furry tummy again."
Pushing the doggy thing to the limit, I rolled over, held both hands
over my chest like two limp paws and began to pant excitedly. Trisha
giggled and snuggled between my hands immediately, enjoying our game
much more than she realized, her ability to command another living
being affecting her judgement temporarily.
"That's my good puppy. I'm so glad Terry lets you come and play with
me and lets me tell you what to do. I know he won't be mad at me when
I let my puppy dog pretend to make more puppies with me lots and lots.
You won't mind, will you Terry? Please tell me you won't?"
"I don't mind at all Trisha. As long as it makes you happy and makes
your insides feel good, then you can do whatever you want with your
puppy dog, as long as you don't hurt HIM and you don't make him hurt
YOU."
"I promise I won't hurt my puppy EVER! He's my best little playmate
and I'm gonna let him do anything he wants to with me."
She slowly shifted her body over mine, my 'paws' remaining out of the
way long enough so she could pull them toward her chest and into her
little pink cones, now tipped with firm extensions of her body's
arousal indication system. She carefully lined us up using both of her
hands as I held her breasts and played with them. When she felt the
end of my dick begin to press against her maidenhead, she stopped
moving and kept her body up off of mine, leaning forward slowly, making
certain that the level of our joining didn't change while she moved
closer and closer.
Her firm nipples were now pressed hard into my chest, one of my hands
around her back and the other softly caressing her naked tush, running
my index finger up and down the crease of her bum from her lower back
to where I was stuffing my penis against her vagina. As softly as I
could, I tickled her vulva around our junction, stimulating her flesh
and adding as much pleasure as was possible.
She lay on top of me for over an hour like that, not wanting to break
her hymen until she was satisfied her body would be able to recall the
tremendously erotic sensations of my cock pressed nastily against her
virginity. Her hips began to tremble and I knew it wasn't long before
she'd lose her ability to hold her body up off of me, so I began to
kiss her face until she held my head with both hands and returned my
smooches lovingly.
We kissed for about ten more minutes, her breathing getting deeper and
more rapid, her hips trembling enough to actually shake the bed.
In an incredibly loud squeal, Trisha thrust her hips into me and must
have expected it to feel like I was about to rip her in half, because
once her cherry popped, she relaxed considerably, let out a long sigh
and softly moaned, her body exuding absolute contentment.
She slowly sank all the way onto my throbbing willy, whincing every few
seconds but not willing to slow down, and not satisfied until she
pressed her puffy mons as hard as she could onto my hipbone. Her
continuous low moaning was so sensual, I began to push up into her a
little at a time until I was softly banging her, no, FUCKING her. In a
very practiced series of slow upward thrusts and a quick jab at the end
when I could feel the inside of her vagina at the tip of my dick, I
fucked her for the next four hours straight, Trisha softly whimpering
and moaning the entire time.
Now, all the long years of practice were finally paying off, my first
virgin sacrifice an absolute success so far. If I could give her a
vaginal orgasm, I would consider my job complete. I made certain to
shift my hips from side to side when I bottomed out in her, hoping the
increased stimulation against her clitoris and the plump sponginess of
her inner flesh of her Grafenburg spot would bring her to peak.
By two fifteen in the afternoon, I could tell I was making headway, so
to speak, her moans slowly getting louder and higher in pitch. When
she started to call out my name, I knew we were about to join in sexual
bliss. If she didn't cum soon, I wouldn't be able to hold out.
"Terry! Terry! Oh GOD! Oh GOD! Oh GOD! OH GOHHHHHD!!!"
Her voice went almost three octaves higher until she was squealing like
a baby pig, her hips pressing down as hard as she could while I was
lifting her up off the bed, spewing incredible amounts of sperm into
her virgin uterus. I could feel her pussy grip and release my cock
repeatedly, her hips twitching with incredible involuntary spasms and
her legs jumping around on top of me, her arms pulling me so tight to
her body that it felt as if our skin might merge and we would become
one.
For the next fifteen minutes, she lay on top of me as I continued to
push up into her and then withdraw, repeating my inward travel until I
felt her insides and then pull back until I almost spilled out of her.
I was incredibly pleased that none of our tremendous liquid
contributions ever dripped out of her body. When she finally had
enough, she pushed down with her hips and squeezed me hard enough to
make me empty my lungs.
She lay still for only another few minutes, her body reeling with the
intense amounts of hormonal stimulation and her mind incapable of
understanding just how incredible our bond had become in such a short
amount of time. I did! And I wasn't about to let THIS one go,
neither!
"Let's go get cleaned up Sugar."
"NOOOO!"
"After our shower, we'll get something to eat and then we can come back
right here and you can tell me what you want me to do for as long as
you want. Remember I promised I'd let you do fun stuff with me as long
as you wanted to?"
"Um hmmm!"
"Well, after we get cleaned up and eat, we can do this again as long as
you want, okay?"
"Can we do it until the night time and then tomorrow too?"
"If you want to, yes."
"Terry?"
"Yes?"
"Does it feel good to you when we're making love?"
She pulled away far enough to look straight into my eyes, wanting to
see my answer as much as hear it. She was at her most vulnerable at
this moment, aware that she had allowed me to take her virginity. She
knew that many men cherished the opportunity to break in a virgin, and
assumed that once she was no longer pure, I'd toss her aside like so
much used garbage. How wrong she was.
"It has NEVER felt as good before in my life, and most likely won't
ever feel this good again. This was the best time I've ever had and I
wish we could do this for a long long time. I hope you don't get mad
at me if I want to secretly have you share sex with me forever and ever
Trisha. Please tell me that you like it as much as I do?"
Her smile exposed every one of her teeth except her molars and wisdom
teeth. She couldn't have been happier than at this moment, her first
special boyfriend making her feel so good and complete, making her a
WOMAN!
I think she could feel her body relax slightly and our slick juices
begin to leak from her cunny, her legs clamping together immediately to
try to prevent a supreme mess on my fuzzy flannel sheets.
With a gentle roll over the side of the bed, I got to my feet and
carried her with her legs wrapped around my hips to the bathroom,
setting her down on top of the commode just like I had before, my
bloodied contributions to her tender body plopping into the cool water
as I extracted my still throbbing meat from within her defiled child
body.
A few wipes of tissue later and we were standing under the hot water of
my garden shower tub, a continuous rain of steaming water cascading
over our bodies as we hugged and kissed, our genitals rubbing back and
forth against each other until she reached between us and pulled my
penis back into her vagina. It felt perverse to be making love to her
tiny form, the top of her head barely reaching my chin, her left leg
hooked nastily around my hip in a mock attempt at one of the Kama Sutra
positions. Actually, she did a better job of fucking me while standing
than any other woman I had sex with in the tub, her energetic hips
twisting in toward my body and her thighs twitching everytime we were
completely merged. Her enthusiasm made up for any lack of experience.
We kept watching each other the whole time one of our hands caressed
and washed the other person, a small bar of soap the only thing keeping
the entirety of that person's hand from feeling the intense amount of
arousal being imparted. She washed me as if she had been doing so for
years, her tiny hands no longer nervous or unsteady. My cock got a
thorough washing from base to tip, both sets of her fingers wrapping
around the girth and her back and forth movements generating a
wonderful sensation inside my body that I began to truly enjoy. Not
that many women could masturbate me that well, either their interest or
their skill level not utilized to the fullest.
Trisha was the incredible exception! When she heard me moan the first
time, she looked up to my face to see me nervously smiling, my lips
quivering and my eyes closed. She was about to return my earlier
favors and never changed her speed or movements, her soap filled hands
emulating the sensation I felt before when I was deep inside her
fourteen year old body. In little over five minutes, I felt my insides
begin to twitch, informing me that someone was providing me with a
wonderful substitute for intercourse. Both of my hands began to gently
touch her body at the same time, one hand on her titties and my other
between her legs.
We played with and masturbated each other until, unbelievably, we came
at the same time, my dick spraying the front of her cunny with gobs of
white goo, each convulsion producing another jet until I was finished.
The fact that she was able to make me cum in her hands made her own
orgasm seem that much more exotic, her body bucking almost as hard as
it did the last time I was face first between her chubby thighs.
She never noticed the electricity being on in my house, her only
awareness being with her very own lover, HER man, the man that had
taken her virginity, the one that would forever be her first lover.
Even as she was staring up into my eyes, I hoped our relationship could
be maintained just like that, her image of me forever preserved as her
rescuer and lover.
By the time we dried each other off and wiped the bath down, if was
five thirty, just in time for dinner. Trisha, my naked little teenaged
guest and former virgin lover, seemed to really enjoy pushing up
against me over and over when we were in the kitchen, her bum and cunny
so easy to grab and fondle that she took absolutely no action against
me when I allowed my nasty fingers to find something soft to play with.
It wasn't much of a surprise when we hadn't even started eating dinner
when we began to play with each other's genitals, our hands so willing
to explore and caress that we had to heat our food a second time in the
microwave to keep it warm enough.
With one last trip to the bathroom, we emptied our bodies of anything
unnecessary and returned to our bed, my cock slipping softly into her
tight honey box without a whimper or even the slightest twinge of pain.
We were now bonded!
We silently agreed to lay still all night, locked in a quiet embrace of
mutual respect and affection, our bodies satisfied with all the earlier
thrusts and convulsions that we didn't need to express any further
examples of our love by making the other person have an orgasm. We
slept more soundly that night than either of us could recall, my dick
as far inside her tender body as it could go.
By the time the light of a dim gray sky peeked into our private sex den
and love nest, I was convinced I would eventually marry this little
girl, our wedding sure to raise more than a FEW eyebrows around town.
The rest of the next morning was spent talking and playing, not as much
sex as the previous day or that first night, but enough soft touches
and a few wandering fingers to make sure the other person knew that it
would be allowed if the energy was there. By lunch that day, we were
comfortable enough with each other to get dressed and begin to play
house for real, making plans to go to the grocery store to get this or
that and to go to the shopping center in the next town down the road
about twenty minutes away so I could get my darling little lover some
new clothes.
Not so much because she WANTED new clothes, but because she truly
NEEDED some. Her current wardrobe consisted of little girl school
uniforms, a few pairs of socks, about a half dozen pair of plain white
or soft pink panties and little else.
By the evening of the third day, we were both sitting naked in front of
a warm fire, wrapped in a heavy cotton blanket and sipping on the same
huge ceramic mug of hot tea. Trisha had become so adjusted to my
presense that she had absolutely no qualms about wiggling her naked bum
around on my lap until she had positioned herself correctly and
stimulated me into the correct location to enter her tight vagina over
and over. It felt so natural to be softly making love to her in the
middle of the room, her body held tight to mine, her legs wrapped
around my back and her hips shifting up and down until she moaned
tenderly into my ears, kissing me when she achieved her aim.
We fucked until midnight that night right in front of the fire.
I carried my baby girl to the bathroom after she fell asleep on my lap,
washing her up and taking her to bed, pulling her tight to my body just
before I also fell asleep.
Some time during the night, Trisha had a bad dream, thinking that I had
left her and that she was in somebody ELSE'S bed. It took a few
minutes of gentle coaxing and then the light being turned on so she
could see that it was really me next to her. It scared me so much that
I left the bathroom light on so she would always be able to see that it
was me laying next to her.
The next morning, we talked about her nightmare only briefly, the
details not as important as what I was going to do to prevent any
future occurances. I installed a red nightlight in our bedroom high
enough that Trisha could see my face during the night, the color of the
light far enough along the visual spectrum that it wouldn't interfere
with normal sleep rhythms.
The entire next day, my baby girl was a wreck, her dream affecting her
more than she wanted to admit, her need to keep me close so strong that
she never let me out of her sight. She kept holding my hand and
wanting me to put my arm around her, more for comfort than for any
sexual interest. She seemed to revert back to her earlier demeanor, a
frightened, terrified little feral child, constantly needing comforting
words and reassurances.
I had become so accustomed to all the sexual activity that I was now
hungry for her body, but was unsure if she'd feel the same way so I
kept from making any sexual overtures to her during her recovery time
from her nightmare.
When we were laying in bed the next afternoon, the snow building up
nicely outside, she began telling me all about her dream including all
the horribly perverted details. Her mind was still frought with demons
and uncertainty, my task to help her more important and my ambition
more determined than any sexual need or desire inside my sick mind. I
was going to help my little lover at any cost.
We talked about all of her fears, both real and imagined until well
into the next morning, her need for sleep finally coaxing her eyes to
close and her mind to rest. In order to keep her mental focus on the
positive side, I kissed her cheek and her lips every hour on the hour,
certain to reassure her even in her sleep that I was where I was
supposed to be.
On the fifth day, she seemed much more at ease, but still unwilling to
let me out of her sight. Once I determined that the snow had stopped
and I'd be able to drive my primo four-wheel-drive RTL the tremendously
long distance of four miles, I made my plans known to my fourteen year
old partner and lover.
Trisha didn't seem to like the idea for some reason, and her attitude
reverted back to one of uncertainty and nervousness. It took me a few
minutes to coax her to want to leave the relative safety of our
bedroom, and was finally able to achieve my aim with lots of tickles
and tummy munches by her favorite puppy dog.
Now it was time for us to venture out for the first time and take the
short ride to the 'House' so I could be sure my other girls and their
housemother were okay.
It wasn't until we were sitting in my RTL and slowly making our way
through the drifts of snow away from my house that Trisha started
crying, her pitiful sobs tearing at me and making me feel as though I
had done something to make her feel miserable.
"What's WRONG, Angel?"
"You're gonna take me back, AREN'T you?"
"NOOOO! HELL no! You're MINE and I'm NOT going to give you up. I'll
NEVER take you back and leave you there Honey, EVER! From now on,
you're going to be my little girl until I can marry you and make you my
bride. I want to make you happy for the rest of your life and will
NEVER leave you, EVER! Please tell me you believe me!"
"Then, why are we going back to the 'House'?"
"Because I need to check on Tammy and Debbie and Mary and Martha and
ALL the children there. I just want to make sure they're okay, that's
all. HONEST!"
"You're not teasing me or lying to me, ARE you Terry?"
"No Baby, I'm not. Besides, if I was going to take you back and leave
you there, wouldn't I have brought your things with us? You don't see
your pretty panties or skirts and stuff, do you? I left all that stuff
at home . . . at OUR home."
"I didn't think of that Terry. I'm sorry! It's just been so much fun
to be with you and make love to you and have you touch me all the time
and make me feel so good that I don't want it to EVER end."
"It won't Sugar. It won't EVER end. I'm gonna talk to Martha and have
her sign all the necessary papers so I can be your daddy and protector.
After that, you'll NEVER be alone ever again."
"Terry?"
"Yes Baby?"
"Can my puppy dog come play with me and make me feel better for just a
tiny little bit, please?"
"Would you like for your naughty little puppy dog to tickle you a
little bit and maybe even try to pull your panties down so he can
wiggle his naughty fingers on your soft tickle spot?"
Trisha instantly turned into a four year old, her right index finger
hooked daintily between her lips and her smile growing, her tears no
longer falling down her chubby cheeks. She took my right hand with her
left and playfully teased herself with my fingers as they wiggled
against her bare thighs, slowly travelling up her blue pleated skirt
until her legs parted enough for me to begin rubbing her vulvar lips.
She closed her eyes and pulled my hand the rest of the way up her
panties until my hand was all the way inside and stimulating her clitty
in tight circles.
It's a good thing I kept a box of tissues in my RTL, because she must
have exuded more vaginal juices this time than any time previously.
Once off the main highway and on the drive toward the 'House', I
stopped our forward progress making sure nobody was headed toward us,
put the vehicle in park and leaned over the seat, pushing my face
between her splayed legs, pulling her panties down her chubby thighs
and licking her almost ferociously. She squealed much like she had
that first night, her hands holding me tight to her pussy as I
commanded an intense orgasm from within her troubled body.
It felt so good to tongue her that I was tempted to finish the job with
a nice tight fuck, but realized my RTL just wasn't meant for either
front seat OR back seat sex like my old 1979 Buick LeSabre. That thing
was a fuckmobile with a huge gas tank!
My angel looked much more calm by the time I pulled my slimey face from
between her soft legs, her half slitted eyes and shakey smile adequate
confirmation that I had convinced her of my deep love. How else could
I possibly feel about her? The rest of the way toward her former home,
I kept her panties pulled halfway down her thighs and her skirt as high
up her hips as gravity would allow. She felt incredibly naughty being
partially naked in the light of day, but was thrilled I wanted to look
at her and fondle her until we started up the driveway of the 'House'.
To prove just how thoroughly devoted she was to me, Trisha used her
right hand to tug the waistband elastic of her panties away from her
body, but didn't pull them down, and the bottom of her skirt away from
the exquisite view, displaying herself to me with an almost wicked
abandon. She liked the idea of my stealing looks down inside her
panties, as if it wasn't allowed and I was getting away with a horrible
crime.
Well, I WAS!
As soon as Trisha was beyond the doorway along the side of her old
refuge, her attitude changed instantly and dramatically. She was much
more insecure than ever before, her grasp around my arm so tight she
made my hand go numb. Instead of making her feel worse about her
fears, I made our stay short and only spoke briefly to Martha about my
intentions, confirming to her that she was correct about my wanting to
adopt and then take Trisha away from her home of over ten years.
Martha told me that she'd begin to collect all of Trisha's important
papers, her birth certificate, medical records, social security
registration, legal adoption forms and so on. Certain that everything
was okay at the 'House', I slipped Martha a folded wad of bills inside
a handshake and was dragged away by my arm decoration.
Trisha kept looking over her shoulder out of the back window of my RTL
as we pulled away, wanting to see the old three story house get smaller
and further away with each passing second. When we turned onto the
highway toward Halletsville, my babydoll looked at me and smiled. We
were now on the way to the shopping center to get some nice clothes for
my little girl and some groceries for our next few meals.
When we finally got to the mall, she looked very out of place in her
simple school uniform, missing all the appropriate winter wear. As we
walked through the tall glass doors, her face lit up and she started to
look around as if she'd never been inside a building before. The poor
thing was a nervous wreck, but still very excited. We must have gone
into every major department store at least twice before Trisha would
finally allow herself to believe that she was out in public with her
soon to be daddy. Once she trusted her senses and tugged me into a
typical teenybopper fashion shop, she blushed and cowered behind me
when a sexy twenty or so year old sales girl greeted us.
It took a few seconds to introduce my little girl to her, telling her
that my Trisha was a 'special' young woman with a confidence problem,
winking at the cute sales lady and smiling. She seemed to understand
right away that Trisha had 'developmental challenges' and took on an
aire of a very soft spoken motherly type. She kept speaking to Trisha
as if she was an elementary school student instead of in junior high or
high school, the sales person's body close but not TOO close, and her
face intentionally slight lower than Trisha's.
I have to admit, I blushed more in that store in thirty minutes than I
had in the last two years. Trisha just wouldn't let go of my arm the
whole time. Tina, the sales girl, showed us lots of pretty and a
number of very sexy outfits, including a few very skimpy and lacy
panties. Tina was the perfect sales person, aware that if she spoke
softly enough and with just enough of a little girl voice, she could
get Trisha interested in just about ANY outfit on the rack. I never
allowed my tastes to interfere with what Trisha was interested in, her
opinion the most important when it came to what she'd be comfortable
in. By the time we left, I had two VERY large bags of clothes in one
hand, Trisha holding my other one and just BEAMING with excitement.
We shopped for the rest of the afternoon, stopping only twice to unload
my tired hands and put her new clothes in the lockable storage trunk in
the bed of my RTL. Dinner was a large three meat pizza and a HUGE
glass of softdrink with two straws. If anyone was watching us, they
would have been convinced I was trying to convince Trisha to come home
with me, my pedophilic fantasies soon to be realized once we were out
of sight and in my bed.
They'd be RIGHT, of course!
Our next stop was at the largest grocery store in town, our basket full
to brimming by the time we pulled into the checkout lanes. Just as
before, Trisha was extremely reluctant to look anyone in the eyes,
fearful that someone would take her away from me and hurt her. Now
that she was MY little girl, nobody would ever have the chance.
Trisha slept the whole way home, her hands holding my right between her
bare thighs, my fingers softly caressing her panty covered quim as I
drove down the darkening roads, now covered heavily in snow.
Fortunately, with full time four wheel drive, I was able to make it
back, the roads getting more treacherous as the miles flew past.
I was very relieved when we pulled up into the driveway and I stopped
under the covered entry, Trisha still unaware of how far we had
travelled. She was the first thing I took inside, taking her clothes
off and setting her naked bum on the commode. Her body once again
recognized this position, emptying her bladder's contents without
instruction or complaint. With a few gentle dabs, I dried her vulva
and carried her to bed, slipping her naked feet between the sheets.
As quickly as I could, the rest of her newly acquired treasures and all
the groceries were brought inside, her new clothes set carefully next
to the dresser. With my bladder also emptied, I stripped down and
joined by little teenaged lover in bed, her arm extending over my chest
and pulling me toward her body. She was now laying on her back and I
was laying on my right side, my left hand slowly exploring between her
chubby thighs and my fingers teasing their way into her tight vagina.
Her knees were lifted and I urged my hips forward and under, cupping
the front of my thighs against her naked fanny and sliding my throbbing
cock into her vagina. I travelled all the way into her and again felt
as if I was finally home. Now free to explore the rest of my baby
girl's body, my left hand caressed and fondled her breasts and nipples,
the softness and the immoral awareness of what I was doing making it
seem that much more sexy.
The next morning I woke up to an empty bed, Trisha already up and
trying on each of her new outfits over and over. She looked so happy,
I knew she was finally going to adjust to her new surroundings at last.
She began to model each of her more favorite outfits, making certain to
stand close enough to the bed so I could touch and rub her blouses and
skirts, telling her repeatedly just how pretty she looked and how much
I loved seeing her in her new clothes. When she found the package of
incredibly tiny panties I had slipped in without her knowing, her eyes
grew wide and she nervously opened it. Wearing nothing else, she
modelled her new sexy panties right next to the bed, intentionally
leaning close enough to me that I had lots of opportunities to see how
they fit, both outside AND inside.
The fullness and puffiness of her cunny made the skimpier ones seem
completely obscene!
I pictured her walking down a beach somewhere on the French Riviera,
wearing practically nothing at all, her slender waist accentuated by
her round hips, her plump ass hanging out in back and her vulvar lips
hugging the front of her panties so tightly, her camel toe begged to be
fondled. Good thing I was there to take care of that, huh?
With her last and the smallest pair of panties I've ever seen on a
teenager, she stood at the side of the bed in front of me and began
teasing me, urging me to lean further and further to the edge until I
couldn't take any more. With a quick lunge, I grabbed her by the bum
and pulled her to me, a loud shriek and a long series of giggles my
immediate reward.
My mouth found every square millimeter of bare skin, nibbling and
munching on her cunny around the incredibly tiny swatch of material
until she couldn't stand the strain, pulling her new panties off and
climbing on the bed over my face. I ate her pussy for the next hour,
sending her into orbit at least three times in the process. Her body
knew it needed complete relief, so with a flurry of legs and hips, she
mounted me and pulled the sheets over us, writhing around over my cock
and pressing her lips to mine.
We fucked until noon, her clothes scattered all over the room on the
floor between the dresser and the bed. As time went on, she grew more
confident that I meant what I said earlier in the RTL, that I was
really going to keep her for my very own.
I don't know what OTHER people do on cold, snow covered Saturday
mornings, but Trisha and I were perfectly content to spend most of the
day just fucking. When she asked, almost PLEADED with me to stay
connected to her on Sunday as well, I knew she was trying to get over
many years of uncertainty and lack of confidence. She needed so much
reassurance about our relationship that physical bonding was her way to
confirm with me that I truly loved her. In order to convince my
fourteen year old bed partner that what I felt for her was absolute and
unfaltering affection, I made certain to keep her well stocked with
dick and my constantly roaming naughty hands.
Continued in Part 8 (Special_8.txt)
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