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My Little Girl Sex Saddle
Mg Mf
Coer, Pett, Cons, Extr Pedo, Oral, Pedo, Piv, Inc
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This story was suggested by Bob P.
Thanks, Bob, for educating me on something that I understood little
about before doing my research. I knew they existed, but never knew
what they were called.
There may be more chapters added after this initial posting. Only
reader comments will determine if there is enough interest for more.
The unit described in this story is a genuine device for providing
female genital pleasure. It has a very specific product name, and in
keeping with ASSTR guidelines, will not be identified because it may be
perceived as advertisement.
Anyone wishing to do research to locate this product should seek out
female pleasure devices and locate something that is fairly clearly
described within the context of this story.
You WILL find it!
Or you could go to my comments page and look for it.
Enjoy, and I hope you like it Bob.
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Of all the possessions I own and the many homes I live in, the one
acquisition that truly is a technological marvel and brings me the most
joy has to be My Little Girl Sex Saddle. More wonderful moments have
occurred and a loving sexual awakening shared on my electric saddle than
I could have dreamed possible, most of my life slipping by before I was
able to celebrate in such sweet glories.
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It wasn't until I took a vacation trip to Svay Pak in Cambodia as a fun
forty third birthday present to myself that I truly became aware of how
much joy I could have, AND to bring to lots of underpriviledged little
girls. It was a risky adventure with all the LEA's doing their best to
hunt down anyone that hadn't slipped someone enough 'influence' to look
the other way. Once I learned who I could trust and how much it would
cost for me to be ignored, everything went just fine.
Having been divorced for almost eight years and only NOW beginning to
enjoy myself at fifty, I had to look back on my long life and consider
just how much time had been wasted with foolish marital pursuits, trying
to please someone that just couldn't be satisfied no matter HOW much
money I earned or how much she could spend.
I loved my wife of twenty two years from the time I found her until I
learned that I was in way over my head, nine years slipping by from the
last 'I DO' before that sad news was brought to my attention.
Fortunately, I had a friend and coach that kept me on the straight and
narrow, keeping me from losing my family fortune by fucking up royally
and letting her catch me doing something that would mean her life of
luxury at my expense.
Why talk about her? Because like all awakenings, there has to be a dark
period before the sun peeks over the horizon for a brand new day, and
catching her with 'the pool boy' was the best thing that I could have
ever done. The private investigator that I had hired did a lot more to
earn her income than I could have imagined, lots of photographs,
secretly recorded voices in the dark spilling promises into warm
pillows, and even plans for my early demise found in her possession so
she could retire to some villa in Italy or France.
Ahhh, but all that's behind me now and I have a much more happy tale to
tell.
Getting right to the point, I truly began to enjoy life after I found an
article of modern technology that I could only have dreamed of owning
when I was much younger. The famed device that had pleased more women
from the age of sixteen to sixty was now something that I owned and had
the privilege to make use of almost on a daily basis, my forty fifth
birthday present to myself something that I will always treasure.
That wonder of modern man was my electric vibrating saddle, specifically
designed for giving a woman unlimited amount of pleasure for as long as
she could stand it. It had all the best attachments, from the typical
tiny, small, medium, large and huge latex artificial male look-alikes,
to a set of varied inserts that were designed to accomodate an
incredibly wide variety of young and old female clitoral and vaginal
development than I could imagine.
I got quite a few marriage proposals after only one ride on my toy, but
now that I was much more mature and knew what the Hell I was doing, I
wasn't about to ruin a good thing by being tied down to one woman ever
again.
My favorite attachment after owning my toy for only four and a half
years was a cushioned pad of ridged soft spikes that only revealed
themselves after a certain amount of time passed, and the viscous gel
within went from being semi-rigid to almost butter soft. Once the
comfortable pad was allowed to conform fully to the occupant's features
and dimensions and the speed was raised to the right level, those wicked
little rubbery spikes revealed themselves and the rider was instantly
immersed in exquisite pleasure the likes that she would never forget.
Most adult women preferred to impale themselves with the biggest thing
that they could comfortably fit within their sopping wet pussies. But
after a while, it wasn't a thrill anymore and I just put it away and
forgot about it. There were other pleasures that needed to be sought
out and enjoyed.
Everything was going fairly well for a couple of months until my next
planned vacation overseas, my current activities somewhat boring. That
is until a niece's daughter was spending the weekend with me because of
a short 'trip' that her young mother and father had been looking forward
to. Chelsea is a precious little thing and cute enough to cuddle with
and tickle for hours. I really missed out by not having a wife that
wanted to have children, but since I was already forty nine, that wasn't
likely anymore.
Chelsea is a very inquisitive little three year old, wanting to explore
every nook and cranny of my big lonely house and once she'd seen it,
wanted to do it again in some other direction or starting at a different
place.
The little thing quickly wore me out within four hours of her being with
me, my only fun conducted when I got to change her nappies twice.
Unfortunately, Chelsea had already been taught the 'bad touching' rule
and I was denied any opportunity to delve into that plump and tender
acreage that I needed to touch and fondle, her strong little hands
pushing my digits away from her ticklish little cunny anytime I wiggled
a naughty digit between her plump baby lips. I never got more than a
few short feels during each of those two brief adventures.
She had me so tired from chasing her around and rolling on the floor as
her private playmate that I fell asleep on my comfortable leather
recliner in my den. I had mistakenly assumed she'd stay on her back and
quietly asleep for an early afternoon nap on a fuzzy blanket. It had
been neatly arranged in the middle of the room so she had plenty of
space to move around and not fall off anything. Since I didn't normally
keep anything smaller than a bowling ball within her reach, I knew she
wouldn't choke on anything or hurt herself with any chemicals or foul
pollutants if she woke up before I did, so I assumed a nice hour-long
nap of my own was a good idea so I could rest up for later.
My inattentiveness was uniquely rewarded when my curious little
adventurer decided to go through my personal belongings in my den less
than fifteen feet away from where I slept, once she had rested for a
long enough period of time to restore her almost unlimited power supply.
In the middle of my sleep I heard her yammering away to herself and
having a grand old time exploring and touching anything within reach,
the sound of her voice incredibly relaxing rather than disturbing.
It was only the sound of her high-pitched squeal that ripped the veil of
sleep from my eyes, any possibility of going back to sleep after that
HIGHLY unlikely. Her latest discovery was something that I had left
tucked behind my desk far enough away from most adults' view that nobody
would ever ask me about it, even if they recognized what it was, had
they seen it.
But for Chelsea, all she wanted to do was pull it out from behind my
desk and play with it, her idea of fun only sated when I clumbsily rose
from my comfortable resting place to see what it was that had gotten her
attention.
When I saw what her eyes had viewed and what her strong little hands
were tugging on quite furiously, my eyes went wide, my face went white
and I was sure I'd be dead in an hour.
That nosy little three year old had found the base unit and padded seat
of my 'lady killer' as I called it, an electric sexual entertainment
device that I cherished for a few years but had lost interest in because
the newness had worn off.
Now my niece's three year old daughter had found it and all she wanted
for five minutes was to play with it, not really aware of what it was
and totally unconcerned about anything else I had to offer until she got
a chance to play 'horsey'.
To satisfy the little squirt and hope that her mother and father would
NEVER find out I had it AND that Chelsea had seen it, I withdrew it from
behind a protected piece of large furniture and set it out in the middle
of the floor. The darned thing weighed almost as much as Chelsea did,
twenty two pounds of metal, motors, electronics and a nice padded seat,
all quite hefty enough to keep her from budging it without my
assistance, but sturdy enough that a woman weighing far more than I
cared to consider wouldn't break it..
As soon as the all-black device was sitting quietly in the middle of the
room little more than three feet from her fuzzy blanket, Chelsea climbed
on and began to rock back and forth and jump up and down on the soft
cushioned seat. She really was having a Hell of a good time with the
damned thing, even if it didn't have any of the attachments installed or
the wires connected. It was little more than a big black heavy square
box with a very soft padded seat on top that reminded her of a rocking
horse saddle.
Chelsea didn't care WHAT it looked like to everyone else, as long as she
could hang on as tightly as she could and jump up and down on it to her
hearts content. Chelsea liked bouncing on the darned thing so much that
nothing seemed to disturb her play, lots of squeals, laughter, giggles
and mindless yammering the perfect way to keep her occupied.
I was considering letting her play by herself in the middle of my den
floor so I could catch some more winks when my eyes flew open and my
mind conceived of something that would either be my salvation, or my
death. Why not be a playmate to Chelsea and involve this obscure black
disembodied 'horsey' while running my hands into places that she
normally didn't like me travelling into.
Making it a game that she might enjoy, I engaged her with all sorts of
silly cowboy and cowgirl antics, holding her feet in the air for a
moment so she could 'buck' backward when the horsey jumped up, and then
slip my hands further and further up her soft legs and her silken thighs
when I got past her knees.
Things started going fairly well and I was able to wiggle my fingers
between her legs and show her how much the horsey liked to jump side to
side and back and forth as much as he liked to have his new little best
friend jump up and down on his back. Of course I had to hold her chubby
little legs really tight so she didn't fall off, right? In little time,
I had at least one of my hands between her velvety legs and occasionally
close enough to the leg elastic of her nappies to get a quick feel of
her baby cunny inside. I didn't get much, but feeling that wonderful
softness was a celebration unto itself.
All too soon, Chelsea discovered what I was up to and very pointedly
said "NO!" really loud and frowned at me. I looked as shocked as I
could and felt utterly chastized at having been discovered by a three
year old. DAMN!
Well, that was going to be it for me this visit, so I gave her a
noncommital kiss on the forehead and got back into my recliner for a few
minutes more of sleep. If I couldn't have any of that precious flesh,
at least I could watch her flail about wildly and steal lots of looks up
her short dress at her nappies. It wasn't much of a view!
I was just about to drift off to sleep when my three year old cowgirl
called me away from my next opportunity for rest.
"Gampa Toby? Wass Dis?"
After I rubbed my eyes for the umpteenth time today and saw where she
was pressing her right index finger, I blithely answered.
"It's for some special toys that make it more fun."
I was so tired I didn't even realize what I said until the words died
down across the room.
"TOYS? MO' FUN?"
"Yes, Angel. But Grampa Toby is a little too tired right now to talk
about it, so why don't you just pretend to ride the range or the
fenceline for a while and let me catch up on some winks? You've got
your old Grampa Toby worn the Hell out."
"No, Gampa Toby! I wan' TOYS!"
Fuck, these women learn how to irritate a man at a young age, don't
they? They also learn that one word 'toy' even before 'credit card' and
'charge account'. When will men ever learn? I doubt ever!
"I don't know where they are, Angel. Maybe I can look for them
tomorrow, okay? Just play for a while on the horsey and we can go have
a snack in a little bit."
"NO, GAMPA TOBY! I WAN' TOYS!"
There was going to be no end to this after having told the spoiled
little brat what the single smooth opening was for on the top of the
saddle. If I could figure out some way of making her think that it had
gotten broken by sticking something obscure in the mounting hole, she
might give up this silly pursuit for more 'toys' and find something else
more interesting to play with. I was just too tired to fight her
anymore.
"Alll-right, Princess. I'll go find some toys."
She immediately squealed and began to jump up and down on the saddle,
holding onto the front edge of the seat and doing a pretty darned good
job of imitating what the damned thing was supposed to be used for on
her mommy or her real gramma.
That's when it hit me! It was so simple is was silly!
If she wanted to play horsey, why don't I give her a real-time
demonstration of what this horsey could do, just without any electricity
involved?
It was a wicked idea, followed immediately but an even more lurid one.
If this little minx was going to be relentless in her pursuit of 'fun',
I was going to attach one of the 'toys' that would best provide for her
fun so she could feel it through her nappies. That would scare the pee
out of her! Maybe THEN I could get some sleep.
Holding my right hand to my chin and my left hand to my right elbow, I
feigned an expression of contemplative distraction, looking up at the
ceiling and kneeling down really close to my noisy little niece.
"You know something? I think I remember something about some NICE toys
that go with that happy horsey. I wonder where they could be?"
"Find toys, Gampa Toby!"
She immediately knew how to tear down any perception I had of
intelligence by jumping up and throwing her arms around my neck, my
hands caressing the back of her soft thighs all that was needed to
'force' my capitulation.
Rather than let her see inside the travel bag and have a gander at my
small collection of 'male replacements', I figured it would be best to
rummage around by myself and locate one of the attachments that might
prove quite satisfying for the little squirt. It might be a toy she
would remember, or it might be something that might only hold favor for
a short period of time. There was only one way to find out.
The one that I retrieved was a bulbous pad that had an incredibly soft
cushion that would easily conform to anything pressed against it, from
wide and plump, to narrow and pointed. I had tried it on a few lady
friends before, but they much preferred the King Kong sized feature over
something so mundane as a padded and rounded half-knob of soft conformal
foam.
With the device of her entertainment in hand, I let Chelsea stay seated
and delicately kept my hands tightly against her soft thighs and padded
nappy as I gingerly located the long alignment mounting pin and then
slid it into place. Moments after it was resting where the manufacturer
had intended, but Chelsea's mother might not appreciate, I held both of
her thighs very close to her nappy and gently wiggled her puddin
directly over the padded knob.
"Okay, Angel. Sit on top of this special saddle toy and then you can
jump up and down and go backward and forward ALLLL you want."
"Fo-woo?"
"Sure, Angel. Forward! Here, let me show you."
Keeping my hands close to but not TOO close to her puddin, I centered
her again, put one hand behind her bum and began to rock her back and
forth slowly. Within seconds, a broad smile erupted on her face and the
light came on to full intensity. She got it!
"Le-mee twy!"
So much for helping her learn how to USE the damned thing!
To my amazement, the little hussy began to gyrate rather impressively
over the top of the soft attachment and giggled furiously. Then she
started to jump up and down just like before, her nappied-twat only
occasionally landing in the right spot.
After a few minutes, it wasn't fun anymore and she looked at me with a
frown.
"Mo' Gampa Toby!"
"Well, Honey. I don't think there IS any more than that, Sweetie, at
least without getting you naked. You're just gonna have to get your
rocks off with what you've got."
"ROX?"
SHIT! Please don't learn how to use that word too liberally, Angel.
Your mother will come after Uncle Toby with a long and very sharp knife
if you do.
Only partially satisfied, both of us settled into our previous routines,
Chelsea bouncing energetically on her horsey and her Grampa Toby leaning
as far back into his comfortable recliner as he could get.
No more than five minutes after I had gotten comfortable, I heard that
high-pitched voice yet again.
"Gampa Toby? Wass Dis?"
This just isn't gonna end, is it? Now I see why my neice wanted to
unload her energetic and overly curious little noisemaker on her loving
Uncle Toby.
"What ya' lookin' at, Squirt?"
Chelsea was laying over the cushion and had her hair draped around her
face as she explored where the electrical connectors were on one face
for the mains power and remote control.
"That's where the horsey gets his electricity so he can jump up and down
and buzz."
SHIT! ASSHOLE! Why the Hell did I keep feeding this little waif more
information so she could make me work harder to keep her entertained?
"Horsey JUMP?"
CRAP!
"Well, maybe not anymore, Punkin'. He's kinda old like your Grampa
Toby. He may not be able to jump around as much as he used to, okay?"
"Make horsey jump, Gampa Toby!"
Yeah, I certainly deserved that, didn't I? This wasn't going to end
until I brought everything out and got her interested long enough so
she'd LOSE interest.
I cursed myself under my breath as I retrieved the travel bag, extracted
the mains power cord and cabled remote control unit. With my ever
curious and never satisfied grand-niece looking on and watching me make
the few simple connections, I dutifully hooked everything up and was
ready to test if for the first time in quite a while.
Just thinking of all the women that had wailed and moaned and fainted on
this damn thing, I got a nice hard-on. It was truly a really nice toy,
were it not for the brains of some of the adult female participants
making the aftermath of their pleasure LESS entertaining than the time
it was running and keeping their brains and bodies occupied.
Once ready to be plugged in, I shifted my anxious playmate back into
position without getting my hands swatted away and sat back down in my
recliner with the remote control in hand. Well . . . here goes nothing!
Setting the vibrator on low with very little rocking motion, I saw
Chelsea's eyes light up and her smile cover her cute face.
"Horsey MOVE, Gampa Toby!"
For the next few minutes, I kept it on a fairly low setting so I didn't
scare her and just sat back and watched as she repeated her various
antics on the cushion. Each time she grew accustomed to the level of
movement or intensity of the vibrations, I'd see her face drop slightly
and she'd look over at me as if to say 'Is that ALL?'. Typical woman!
It was during one of my attempts to get more comfortable in my recliner
that I accidentally turned the knob that controlled the intensity of
vibrations to full only briefly, the sensation going up through the
accessory with Chelsea instantly squealing and my face turned to see
what kind of damage I had caused.
"Tingah, Gampa Toby!"
"Pardon, Chelsea? What did you say?"
"TINGAH, Gampa Toby!"
Tingah? What the fuck did THAT mean? There was only one way to find
out from an infant that could barely communicate well enough to inform
me she had fouled her nappies.
"What does THAT mean, Honey? Your Grampa Toby doesn't know what
'tingah' means."
She cupped her nappy-covered puddin with her right hand, pulled in hard
and then looked right into my horrified stare.
"Tingah peepee, Gampa Toby!"
FUCK, ME! The little slut felt tingles all the way through her thick
nappy and straight to that little jewel that I had been able to admire
up close only twice. Well, well!
"Really, Chelsea? How did THAT happen?"
"Horsey made tingah wheh he buzz."
"Well, I guess he's a bad horsey, isn't he? Maybe we should check to
see if he made you go pee and change your nappy, Honey."
Chelsea immediately thrust her hands toward my face so I could lift her
to my chest and let her wrap at least one of her arms around my neck for
the short ride to the bathroom. Once there, I lay her down on a fuzzy
rug, tugged the tapes and exposed that cute little gem that I had no
access to other than with my eyes.
Yup! She'd wet a little of her nappy and fortunately nothing else.
"Horsey must have made you pee your nappy, Chelsea. We need to wipe you
up and put another clean one on, Sugar."
Her slightly dampened nappy was removed from under her bummy after her
feet were tugged into the air, her chubby little thighs popping open and
her knees laying against the fuzzy carpet right there in front of me.
Moments after this process started, her left thumb was located between
her rosy lips and she shoved her right hand to her puddin to ostensibly
scratch an 'itch' that she'd felt earlier.
"NO, NO, NO! Don't touch your peepee until I wipe you clean, okay?"
Feeling slightly admonished, she pulled her hand back, but instead of
laying it to her side like she might normally do, the little minx shoved
her right hand up inside her dress and began to root around as if she
was trying to find something. Since I had my OWN visual entertainment
right in front of me, I chose to keep my eyes locked fast to her plump
pink cunny and extracted a single soapy wipe from the plastic bucket on
the counter.
Moments later, my wipe-filled right hand made a completely asexual
circuit up and down her plump lips and slightly along that tight slit.
As I was making my last vertical swipe toward the ceiling, I must have
hit something fairly sensitive because she flinched, her thighs came up
off the floor and clamped around my hand.
"Tingah peepee, Gampa Toby."
"I'm sorry, Angel. I won't rub so hard next time. Let's put some
special medicine on your peepee so you don't get all irritated."
The brightly colored plastic tube of diaper ointment was located, a
small measure squirted onto the tips of my index and middle fingers on
my right hand and then the cap flipped closed so I could enjoy the only
contact with this little 'look-but-don't-touch' showoff that she
permitted. Applying this white cream was the only time Chelsea accepted
my touch and I wasn't about to miss out on what little pleasure I was
afforded for all this work.
"Okay, Angel. Tell me if I push too hard or if it tingles in the wrong
place, okay?"
Her head going up and down twice was adequate silent confirmation.
Splitting her plump baby nether-lips with my left index finger and
thumb, I carefully slid my other goo-coated primary digits up and down
that exquisite little cleft that she'd forever protect from all the guys
that would take care of her and wanted it, and give it away freely to
the ones that couldn't care less about her and abuse it.
Her bright pink little pee-hole was adequately coated with just enough
cream to provide the necessary medicinal effect, another small measure
wiggled carefully to that precious winking rosebud further down, and
then lastly toward her nubbin, where the most tingles she'd ever feel
would come from.
Instead of blasting through this activity like her mom might, I very
carefully traced a series of circles around the tiny nub of flesh that
would eventually ache with anticipation. Chelsea just lay back and
waited, as if this was finally going to be permitted.
I made a whole series of circuits around that little nubbin, exploring
as well as applying her medicine. All too soon, her knees came up off
the floor and her thighs clamped around my hand, a loud grunt coming
from her thumb-blocked mouth. She glared at me again as if to tell me
that I'd overstayed my welcome, so I rubbed her fat baby-lips a few more
times and then proclaimed success.
"All done! Let's put a clean nappy on and then we can get us a snack,
okay?"
Again, a wordless acknowledgement with a single nod.
Her butt-covering was installed, that sweet little gem hidden from view
and then I rose to wash my hands. While I had my back turned, Chelsea
scampered off to places unknown, most likely her favorite flavor of
grape drink desperately required so I could change her nappy again in
about an hour.
When I got to the kitchen, Chelsea was nowhere to be seen. I looked
around the kitchen, the dining room, the pantry and even in the
half-bath next door. NOTHING!
Where the heck did she run off to?
Mystery solved when I heard the pitter-patter of sandaled feet headed in
my direction.
"There you are, Chelsea! Let's go get a snack, Angel."
"TINGAH, Gampa Toby!"
And with that, she spun around and disappeared toward my den.
Tingles, huh? It seemed she was much more interested in pleasure than
food. Big surprise! Wait until she's fourteen!
When I walked through the door, Chelsea was bouncing up and down on the
cushion with an angry look on her face and a disappointed pout on her
sexy little lips.
"No tingah, Gampa Toby."
"Well, let's just see if we can make this horsey jump for my little
Chelsea."
"TINGAH!"
Fractions of a second after I turned it on low, she smiled for a moment
and then frowned at me. She looked at the bulbous insert between her
thighs and cupped her cunny, then looked back into my eyes.
"More tingah, Gampa Toby."
"Ohhh-KAAAY."
If she wanted it, then she's gonna get it!
For a fraction of a second, I twisted the vibration knob all the way to
full and then back down immediately. If she wanted a quick thrill, that
ought to do it!
An intense piercing squeal filled the room and my ears for a split
second, and then nothing. It she wanted to play this game, then she was
gonna have to play by MY rules.
"What happened, Chelsea?"
"TINGAH, Gampa Toby! More!"
"Really? Tingles? Where?"
"Peepee Gampa Toby."
"On your peepee, really? Show me where."
She hesitated for a moment as if to consider the terms of the engagement
for battle and then lifted the front of her dress high enough to
completely expose her nappy. She then looked back into my eyes
expectantly and waited.
"Well, you're gonna have to show me where the tingles were, Honey, or I
won't know."
As if to surrender completely, she looked down at her nappy, tugged on
one and then the other sticky tab that held it closed and pulled the
front of her nappy out and away from her body. She repeated her look
into my eyes and waited for a few seconds.
"It's okay, Honey. Show me where the tingles were. I won't tell your
mommy."
That seemed to put a fine point on her awareness of some level of guilt
because she then tugged her dress up out of the way, pushed her nappy
further away from her body and leaned slightly back. That's when I saw
my first little girl masturbation attempt.
Chelsea used her index and middle fingers pretty much as I had earlier,
except there was no creamy medicine on HER digits at the moment and her
fingers only remained on one spot. She slowly grew more and more
familiar with this new sensation, then immediately stopped. Her eyes
went wide, she looked up at me in horror and just froze.
What now?
"Is that where the tingles were, Chelsea? Down there on your peepee?"
She nodded but didn't change her expression. It was time for Grampa
Toby to make a quick evaluation for himself. I moved calmly to the
floor, slipped my hand down into the front of her nappy and gently
pressed on her little nubbin.
"Were the tingles on this little spot right here?"
With gentle pressure, I slowly made three circuits around her nubbin and
then withdrew. She looked up at me and then nodded, expectantly.
"Ohhhh! That's probably because your nappy made you a little bit itchy.
Maybe you shouldn't ride the horsey no more 'cause you'll get an
irritation from your nappy."
"NOOOO, Gampa Toby! Tingah horsey!"
"But your nappy's gonna make you all itchy, Honey. The only way to let
you ride the horsey is to take your nappy OFF, Angel."
"KAY!"
She rose, her nappy fell from between her thighs, she flung it forward
out of her way and then sat back down.
"Before you get to ride the horsey again, let's make sure you're sitting
on the right spot, Sweetie. Grampa Toby doesn't want you to have
anything but LOHHHHHTS of fun on this."
I pushed my right hand between her legs but couldn't see very well with
her dress in the way, so needed to fix that too.
"Chelsea, your dress is in the way, Sugar. If you wanna ride the
horsey, you need to let Grampa Toby see if you're sitting on the right
spot but your dress won't let me see."
Without a single moment's hesitation, she inverted the material toward
the ceiling and in less than three seconds, I was kneeling in front of a
naked three year old.
NOW WE'RE TALKIN'!
"Okay. Let's make sure you're sitting on the horsey right. Let me
see!"
I pushed my hand between her chubby thighs, rooted around for a few
seconds under her puddin and tried to line her body up with the
conformal cushion on the attachment. I got maybe two seconds of
fondling before she swatted my hand away.
"NO!"
"Ohh, okay! Then let's put your dress and nappy back on 'cause you
won't be able to ride the buzzing horsey unless Grampa Toby can be sure
you're sitting in the right spot. Come on. Get up!"
"NOOOO, Gampa Toby! HORSEY!"
"Well, you're gonna have to let Grampa Toby check to see that you're
lined up right. It won't take long but you've gotta let me check for a
minute or five, okay?"
She considered her options, realized that I was the one in control of
her fun and quickly rethought her previous decision.
"Kay."
"Alright, then! Let's take a quick look and see if you're lined up
right."
I wiggled my fingers around between her and the rubbery cushion and she
immediately tried to swat my hand away but stopped herself. In order to
make her think that I wasn't really trying to touch her peepee in a
'bad' way, I shared my observations.
"OHHHH! I see what's wrong. You think I'm trying to touch your peepee
like a BAD man, don't you? That's why you did't want me to check for
the tingles, right?"
Her head went up and down while she stared right at my face.
"Now I understand. I'm sorry, Angel. I know how we can do it better.
Stand up just a tiny bit so I can feel underneath you. Then I can check
to see that you're lined up right and you won't think I'm being a bad
man, okay?"
"Kay Gampa Toby. Chelsea love Gampa Toby."
"I love you too, Sugar. Now stand up a little bit so I can make sure
you're in the right spot, okay?"
She stood but didn't shift away from her original position, my fingers
working under her cunny and then over the bulbous mound of her future
playmate. I went back and forth about a dozen times, slipping my
fingertips slightly more between her lips each time and eventually
drawing her body slightly closer to the attachment.
Even as I was about to set her puddy square to the soft rubbery foam, I
kept wiggling my fingers between her labia and intentionally splitting
them apart until her pussy was literally trying to grip my fingers as I
slowly directed her cunny to the pad. I couldn't take all day, so I
relinquished my grip of her tender quim and let her weight come down to
the pad, her labia split wide and her sexy baby nether lips distorted
between her and the conformal attachment. She actually looked
disappointed when I removed my hand, the minx.
"Okay. NOW let's see if the horsey can help Chelsea go for a nice
ride."
This time when I started it, she immediately felt the hum of genital
pleasure, but she didn't squeal or pull away. What she DID do was
whisper to me.
"Tingah, Gampa Toby."
I whispered right back.
"So THIS is the kind of tingles you want, Chelsea?"
"Uh huh!"
"Okay. Let me check and see if the tingles are gonna stay in the right
spot, Honey. Stand up a little bit like you did before and let me test
for the right tingle place."
Chelsea rose to her feet and looked down between her thighs where I
slipped three fingers. As soon as I began to work my middle finger
along her cleft deep enough, I hooked the end of my digit under and
tested that tight little preschool orifice for flexibility. I leaned
into her slightly and in a soft whisper, confirmed my assumptions.
"Is this special place on your peepee where some of the tingles are
coming from, Angel?"
She nodded and immediately averted my gaze, as if she felt quite guilty
about revealing her most intimate joys. She wasn't even anywhere NEAR
Heaven yet!
Cupping her fat baby pussy and applying a little pressure against her
tiny hole, I whispered to her again, less than a foot from her sexy
mouth.
"If you want the horsey to give you nice tingles, Sweetie, you need to
listen to Grampa Toby and do everything he says, okay? Will you do
that?"
She nodded, thrust her arms out for a hug and she got one, with my right
hand still stuffed between her chubby thighs.
"Okay. This time I want you to sit down slowly while I'm making sure
you're in the right spot, Angel. Don't be scared. Your Grampa Toby is
gonna make sure you get lots of nice tingles for a LONG time."
"LONG TIHH?"
"Uh huh. Okay, sit down where my fingers are pushing and let me make
sure your plump little cunny is pushing right on the best spot so I can
own you in about ten minutes."
She just looked at me somewhat confused and waited.
"Sit down right here, Chelsea."
I wiggled my middle finger against her tiny vaginal opening and directed
that luscious pink hole to the softness of the still firm gel insert.
She wasn't going to feel the full effect until she had gotten a few
minutes of this lovely ride under her saddle . . . the saddle of her
plump little pussy.
She nestled down onto the conforming rubber insert with her fat
baby-lips pulled apart just as my fingers were drawn away. If she
wanted a ride, she was now going to get one she'd NEVER forget.
Hopefully this wouldn't be my demise, but my small head was doing most
of my thinking by that time.
As soon as the unit was turned on again, her eyes got big for a second
and then she looked down where her puddy was pressed into the clean
rubbery attachment. Before she had a chance to complain about there not
being enough tingles, I turned it up a little more and increased the
amount of movement as well as the intensity of the vibrations.
She sat up slightly taller but didn't jump up or try to climb off the
now 'bad' horsey. All she wanted now was to feel this strange but
intriguing sensation of her little peepee being tickled like it had
never been tickled before.
Each time she was about to lift her eyes from her puddin and tell me it
wasn't enough, I changed the controls slightly and varied the effect of
her new pleasurable sensations. In no more than five minutes, I had it
up at a respectable level for a beginner.
By that time, her eyes were half-closed and her mouth slightly opened in
a little 'O', her mind totally occupied and her body in the early stages
of preschool sexual revolt. It was now time for Grampa Toby to collect
the 'toll' for the nice ride on his horsey.
Whispering almost directly into her right ear, I lowered my right hand
to her puddin and put my middle finger between her and the padded
accessory.
"Is my Angel having a good time riding Grampa Toby's horsey?"
She gave a half-convincing nod and didn't look away from some mysterious
point in space that her eyes had locked onto. She was almost completely
absorbed in this new game as I slowly began to roll her nubbin around.
"Is my lovely little playmate enjoying her new game?"
She nodded again, trying to look at me but her eyes unable to focus.
"Okay. Grampa Toby is gonna rub on your tickle spot and make the horsey
buzz a little more, Angel. Just sit there and enjoy this ride."
Controlling the vibrating pleasure device with my left hand, I pushed my
middle finger between her plump nether lips where her clitty was hiding
and began to make small circular movements with the back of my finger
against the pad so the vibrations would pass through my digit and end up
on her buzz-bump.
I slowly rose the level of vibration intensity and amount of front to
back movement until I was just below the recommended setting for the
viscous gel to slowly melt away. As soon as I crossed the magic
boundary, I could feel each of the soft rubbery fingers inside begin to
reveal themselves, so it was time I took this little hussy on a ride
that would send her right over the top.
Moments after she began to feel the full effects from the inside of the
padded accessory, her eyes got wider and she began to whimper. So she
could have a little genuine fun on her own, I removed my digit and
simply fondled her soft vulva as she sat and vibrated.
She lasted a lot longer than I thought she might, the knobs turned up
almost a quarter of their full amounts. Then without warning, she
squealed, thrust her right hand tightly onto her naked cunny and doubled
over. The unit was immediately switched off and I lifted her up away
from the padded cushion and into my arms. She was nestled against my
chest with my hands all the way around her in a nice tight hug until her
breathing slowed down a little. She then softly whispered to me, as if
she knew darned good and well that she wasn't supposed to have that much
fun at one sitting.
"Tingah GOOD, Gampa Toby."
"Did you LIKE that, Angel?"
She looked me dead in the eyes and nodded, her face stoic and with a
slightly serious look of concern expressed on her preschool visage.
"Did the horsey give you some nice tingles, Sweetie?"
She nodded, still looking into my eyes.
"Let Grampa Toby check and see if the tingles went to the right spots,
Sweetie. Let's lay you down on your blankey so we can have a GOOOOOD
look."
She nodded again and was delicately placed in the middle of her
comfortable fuzzy blanket.
As soon as her back was pressed to the soft warmth, her thighs came
completely apart and her knees fell to the floor, no previous expression
of surrender quite this easy nor as genuine.
"Okay. Grampa Toby is gonna look all around your tingle spots and see
if he can test for any problem areas."
The instant I saw her slightly blushed puddin, I saw the clear
glistening evidence of her arousal, a baby-cum all over her vulva from
her clitty to the asshole.
The fucking preschool slut had gotten a damn cum! Her very first orgasm
had been achieved well before she was old enough to understand what they
meant or how much she was going to really enjoy them for the rest of her
life.
"My, My, My! It looks like Grampa Toby needs to kiss it and make it
better, Chelsea. Do you want your Grampa Toby to kiss it and make it
feel all better?"
The silly thing was so exhausted and sexually satisfied, she just nodded
and closed her eyes, accepting anything that her naughty grand-uncle was
about to do.
I gently twisted her in place until her natural alignment guide was
directly in line with my face, but more importantly, my mouth.
Chelsea had her left thumb between her rosy lips, her eyes closed, her
head turned to the side and was at the edge of slumber. This was so
much easier than trying to wrestle my fingers inside her nappy for a two
second feel.
It might not have been the most comfortable place for me to do it, but I
wasn't going to miss THIS chance, so I lay down with my chest against
the floor and gingerly tugged her onto my mouth so I could feast on this
naughty angel for as long as she'd permit it. She'd most likely
eventually grunt at me and push against my face so I didn't touch her
privates, but until then, I was gonna collect the rider's fee for her
entertainment.
The instant I wrapped my mouth around her plump nether lips and took my
first lingual swipe at her slit, I almost had a heart attack. This baby
was actually sweet to the taste, not nearly as musky and overpowering as
many of the women that I'd tongued. I quivered at the thought of how
this looked, my grand-niece laying naked on her fuzzy blanket with me
face first between her chubby thighs.
I licked and nibbled as delicately as I could while still immersing
myself in her sweetness, every measure of her genitalia surrendering to
me without a whimper or ounce of resistance.
She was actually enjoying my tongue after a few minutes, her hips
pushing up into my mouth and her right hand gripping some of the
remaining hair on my head. Rather than forcing me away from her peepee
like she always had before, she was genuinely thrusting her naked hips
into my face and pulling on my scalp so I could give her more.
I lay face first rather uncomfortably on the floor of my den with a
naked three year old under my mouth for almost half an hour, Chelsea
perfectly content to lay still and gyrate her developing body upward
into my lingual invasion.
As much fun as this originally was, the hard floor and uncomfortable
posture was too much for me, so I withdrew and leaned back just enough
to feel a sharp pain in my neck and back.
I sucked it up, the pain, and looked down at this tender acreage for no
more than two seconds before I got a whimpering complaint.
"Unnn uhhh!"
When I looked up, Chelsea was staring right back at me, her thumb still
tightly wedged between her lips and a frown on her face.
Well . . . it was good while it lasted. At least I can try to remember
what this early afternoon had been like for a LITTLE while.
"Does Chelsea feel better now?"
"Unnn uhhh!"
She extracted her slickened opposable digit with a <smack> and told me
more than I could have hoped and dreamed of.
"More tingah, Gampa Toby!"
"But the horsey made you squeal, Angel. He must have scared you, so we
better not do that anymore, okay?"
"NOOOO! Gampa Toby tingah Chelsea."
Well, FUCK ME! My horny little grand-niece wanted me to spend some more
time between her chubby three year old thighs AFTER all! It was time to
make myself invaluable to her. If mature women could play this game, it
was time for some payback.
"I can't do that anymore, Sweetie. My neck and back are hurting and the
floor is too hard. I don't feel comfortable laying on the hard floor
anymore, so I can't give my lovely little angel any more tingles."
"Nooooo, Gampa Toby! MORE!"
"Ohhh, poor baby girl. Maybe after a little while, we can go play in
the pool and splash around for a few minutes, okay?"
"Nooooo, Gampa Toby! More TINGAH!"
GEEZ! Of all the things that Chelsea liked to do at my big mansion,
going swimming had always been at the top of her list. But since she
didn't have a swimsuit with her THIS trip, I hadn't planned on offering
her a half hour or more of wet fun.
To prove that she was going to be just as manipulative as generations of
her kind before her, Chelsea pushed her balled-up fists into her eyes
and began to softly cry. Pulling the emotion card must have been
programmed into every woman's DNA from birth, because she seemed to know
exactly what to do to get her way.
Still, I had accomplished my goal of getting HER to push harder for
more, this new form of loving entertainment soon to be something that we
would share a lot more frequently than any other means of fun.
"Chelsea, please don't act that way with your Grampa Toby. You know he
always gives you lots of fun when you come over, now don't you? Please
don't be a little spoiled baby."
Between soft whimpers, her little fists pressed to her blood-shot eyes
and genuine tears of sorrow streaming down her cheeks, she did her best
to push the issue.
"More tingah Gampa Toby. Bleeee?"
Well I'll be damned! She was actually pleading with me for more abuse.
She had NEVER said 'please' to me before. Usually I had to acquiesce to
HER needs, NOT the other way around.
Instead of making a big deal about her being a bit more accomodating to
her older and very horny grand-uncle, I'd accept this as a measure of
her genuine need for absolution.
"Chelsea? Listen to me, Babygirl."
Her crying slowed and she removed her fists from her eyes, looking down
her body at me and doing her best to be polite.
"If we go have a nice lunch and then Chelsea goes potty like a big girl,
we can do some more tingles, okay? But you have to have a little snack
and be nice to your Grampa Toby, okay?"
That's all it took! She nodded with tear-filled eyes and smiled down to
me, reaching out with both of her small hands so I could rise over her
and give her a loving embrace. That's my girl!
I unplugged Mister Horsey, collected her clean nappy and blanket, lifted
her still naked body into my arms and gave her a nice first loving kiss
right on the lips. To my surprise, she accepted my labial expression of
affection and puckered, even while I was halfway into our first kiss.
Well, there's no sense in missing ANY opportunities, so I held her in my
embrace and tilted my face so I could line our lips up properly for a
more convincing form of lip-to-lip love.
She took to it like a baby duck to water. She really seemed to get into
my nibbling on her soft rosy lips and didn't make a fuss when I wiggled
my tongue between them. Chelsea even began to suck on the end of my
tongue as she might her bottle or her mommy's nipple when she had been
breastfeeding.
It took a few minutes, but I was finally able to tease her tongue from
between her teeth, our slow lingual and labial dance taking quite a bit
longer than I had anticipated. This little baby girl was finally coming
around so her grand-uncle could have some real fun.
We eventually made it to the kitchen, taking a lot longer than we
usually might because I was constantly distracted by her need for
constant kisses. I didn't mind.
Before I started our meal preparations, I blocked off the areas around
the kitchen and dining areas and put her nappy back on her. After one
last kiss before lunch, I set her to the floor and set about to prepare
an intimate meal for two.
Chelsea was much more cooperative and tolerant than she had ever been
before, eating her small sandwich and cup of soup without all the
typical complaints and distractions.
Once our meal was done, her face and hands were wiped clean and dry and
we were off to the potty to test a theory. I pulled her nappy down,
pleased to see that it was still clean and dry, and set her little round
bum to the padded commode seat.
"Okay Chelsea. It's time to show your Grampa Toby that you're getting
to be a BIG girl and can use the potty like you're supposed to. Go
ahead and pee, Baby. Let me see you go pee for your Grampa Toby like a
big girl does."
She looked at me for a moment, then down between her splayed thighs and
for the first time since I had been taking care of her, she clamped her
abdominal muscles really hard and produced the familiar sound of pee
hitting water.
As soon as we both heard that unmistakable sound, she looked up to me in
horror and was probably more surprised than 'I' was. I needed to make
this a big deal for her, so I let on with the soft verbal praises and
waited until her little bladder was empty. Moments after the last of
her pee hit the water, I dabbed her plump cunny with some tissue and
then lifted her in my arms for a nice tight embrace.
"THAT'S my big girl! My little Chelsea is getting to be a BIG girl now!
Soon she won't need to wear those silly nappies and she can put on some
pretty little panties and look like a BIG girl under her dresses, huh?"
She squealed and bounced around in my grasp for almost a minute,
frequently looking down between her thighs at this new territory that
I'd somehow pulled from babyhood straight into mature awareness.
Now it was time for me to keep my promise to her, but I desperately
craved her asking me for more lingual expressions of genital affection.
I didn't have to wait long, my cleaning tasks in the kitchen taking just
long enough for her to tug on my pants leg to get my attention.
"Gampa Toby?"
I bent down until our faces were a foot apart.
"Yes, big girl?"
She grinned and swayed back and forth for a moment with her head cocked
to the side so she could look irresistable, revelling in what I had
called her. She then remembered why she had interrupted my pseudo
cleaning tasks.
"Gampa Toby tingah Chelsea, bleeee?"
Well, well, well! She was actually asking me to diddle her plump twat,
and being very nice about it, too.
"Does my big girl Chelsea want her Grampa Toby to give her some more
tingles like before?"
She nodded to me somewhat excitedly, doing her best to play the 'lost
puppy' by giving me her best version of a pitiful expression at the end
of her emotional display.
"Well, okay. Since my little angel ate her sandwich, finished her soup
and even went potty like a BIG girl, then I guess it's time for Grampa
Toby to give my big girl her reward."
She was quickly hefted into my arms with a squeal and then carried
haphazardly toward my bedroom as if I might drop her any second. She
giggled and shrieked each time her body was shifted in a particular
direction quickly or unexpectedly, all of her movements in my grasp
carefully planned as I walked upstairs to my big quiet bedroom.
Once inside my protected domain, I set her feet to the floor to see how
anxious she was for her grand-uncle to give her at least an hour of oral
masturbation. I didn't have to wait very long, Chelsea much more eager
to play than to explore.
"Gampa Toby tingah Chelsea?"
"You want some more tingles, Angel?"
Her head almost came off with all that exaggerated nodding.
"Okay! Let's get you up on my bed so I can get you ready."
I practically threw her toward the ceiling, another intensely sharp
exclamation of surprise from my three year old sexual playmate in the
making.
She wasn't laying on her back for more than ten seconds when her
powerful short fingers ripped the tabs away so her nappy could be
removed. That's my girl!
Little more than seconds after her whole vulva was encased in my mouth,
her thumb quickly disappeared, her face was turned to the same side of
her body as her thumb and she accepted what was about to happen. She
instinctively began to rock her hips up into my mouth in a fairly
regular rhythm, undulating her naked infant body into my mature and
immoral mouth.
Imagine how proud I was when I felt a small portion of my scalp being
removed during my grand-niece's first lingual cum. She pulled so hard,
I actually thought she had drawn blood when it hit her. But THIS time,
she didn't squeak or push me away. She just flinched and jerked around
under my face as her orgasm flowed through her like a twenty thousand
dollar credit card bill through my wallet.
She never slowed down nor pushed my face away from her pussy, an almost
constant lingual attack on her nubbin, vagina and clean puckered anus.
Chelsea accepted each and every new sex act as if she were of college
age and on Spring Break at the beach.
If she was gonna enjoy this, so was I!
I kept working my tongue as far as I could inside that tight little
hole, would get a sharp twitch telling me that I had reached the
boundary between pleasure and pain, and would then back off to a safe
distance. My naked little infant slut grand-niece eventually accepted a
lot more of my tongue after forty five minutes of careful explorations
than I could have imagined. She was insatiable!
The instant I tasted a salty and bitter flavor, I knew to stop and take
her to the potty. She again provided her proud Grampa Toby with a
commode full of baby pee, lots of giggles and hand-clapping her own
reward.
That's when I remembered something from my trip to Svay Pak. I was
going to try it with my three year old niece, something that I never
imagined I'd be able to do.
"Chelsea? Grampa Toby needs to go pee too! Will you help him?"
"Uh HUH! Gampa Toby pee!"
"Okay! Hold onto my left hand so I can get the old . . . uh . . . WORM
out."
"Wuum?"
"Yeah. You're gonna help your Grampa Toby more than you realize, Sugar,
no passport required for THIS wonderful trip through paradise."
After I unzipped my slacks, fished around inside for my already aching
cock, I presented it through the vertical opening and waited to see what
she'd do.
"Gampa Toby wuum?"
"Uh huh. Meet Grampa Toby's worm. Why don't you give him a nice little
kiss right on his head so he knows how much you love your Grampa Toby?"
Without a moments delay, she leaned forward and placed her lips to the
end of my cockhead and lovingly illustrated her undying love for her
Grampa Toby. As she leaned back, a single strand of precum was drawn
away with her, attached to her lower lip and slowly losing cohesion
until it drooped, but didn't break. That's when Chelsea licked her lips
and tasted me for the first time, a look of curious surprise on her
face.
Rather than be revolted by the flavor of a forty nine year old man's
precum, she repeatedly licked her lips and tried to extend the taste,
but all too quickly, it was gone.
[You'll get more soon, BabyDoll!]
"Okay, it's time for Grampa Toby to go pee, Chelsea. Remember where you
went pee just now, that lovely little hole that you didn't know existed
until today?"
She looked down between her thighs and tried to rotate her hips forward
to get a better look, but was unable to make an accurate determination.
Her slight frown told me more than she could have realized.
"It's okay, Angel. What your Grampa Toby needs is for you to help him
go pee by pushing against his worm with your peepee so he can feel
good."
She looked back and forth between my cock and her pud a few times and
then proclaimed her need to help me as much as I had helped her.
"Gampa Toby PEE!"
Leaving her along the front of the commode seat, I shifted my hips
forward and down until I was in a VERY uncomfortable position, but one
that I would eagerly repeat a dozen times a day. I slowly brought my
cockhead closer toward her body until she did something that almost made
me lose my nut.
The minx took control of my dick and pulled down and in until she
pressed it between her chubby thighs and tightly against her labia
majora. It was difficult not to crush her small legs with mine splayed
wide over hers, but it was important for me to make this fun for her, or
at least not painful.
As soon as my thighs were horizontal to the floor and I was squatting
over her legs, I gave her one last suggestion.
"Alright, Chelsea. Now Grampa Toby needs for his little angel to do
'forward'. Do you remember how you did 'forward' on the horsey?"
"Fo-woo?"
"Uh huh, FORWARD. Rock your sexy little naked three year old hips up
into your Grampa Toby so he can get his nut like you did a little while
ago."
"Huh?"
"Do forward, Angel. Just do forward."
"Fo-woo!"
As if she was considering how this was supposed to work, she
contemplated how she had done it on the horsey and the light finally
came on.
"FO-WOO!"
Moments later, with her short arms around my waist, she was looking down
my hairy lower belly toward where we were incompletely joined and rolled
her hips under and forward. She got it right on the first try!
"THAT'S IT! Good girl, Chelsea. Do forward."
"Fo-woo!"
As if confirming her awareness of this new game, she said it one last
time and then began to dry-fuck her grand-uncle rather enthusiastically,
pushing down and into my cock once she realized she could have lots of
nice tingles at the same time.
That's all it took for her to want these new shared tingles from then
on, the rest of her visit spent in my bed and dry-fucking me until I
made a mess of her.
I was eventually able to convince her that her horsey friend, her new
tingles, Grampa Toby's licking and then my worm helping to give her new
tingles was something to be kept between us and never spoken about to
anyone else. If she didn't do as I wanted, she wouldn't get to play
with her horsey friend or Grampa Toby ever again.
I'd be right on more levels than she understood.
That was one HELL of a great weekend!
I got to take care of her three more times that year, many times too few
for both of us.
Chelsea is now a welcome and happy little member of my household any
time her mother and father need some quiet time together, my darling
grand-niece eager and excited to come play with her Grampa Toby.
We had a bit of a rough patch when she turned five, somebody in her
preschool tormenting her about bad touching and bad men wanting to push
their hands inside her panties. Chelsea was very reserved all through
that school year, never once wanting a brief ride on her horsey friend
OR her anxious Grampa Toby's lips or dick.
That next summer was an altogether different matter.
The second day she was living with me, we went swimming in my huge pool,
her new two piece 'big girl' swimsuit slipping all the way to her knees
when she dove in once. Had I not been underwater to see that lovely
peach, I might have missed the brief show.
She knew I'd seen her and also realized that the mental brainwashing
that she'd suffered through wasn't meant for her loving Grampa Toby, my
baby crying in my arms that evening once she told me why she'd been so
distant.
Chelsea got to ride her horsey friend as much as she wanted to that
night, whether I was going to have any of her or not.
The next morning she was little more than a bag of sexy bones,
exhausted, satisfied and eager for me to take her with me into my shower
so we could get clean -- together.
From then on, we were a couple again, my tongue always willing, her
pussy eagerly accepting and our flesh locked together in one long loving
shared orgasm.
That was a great year.
When she was eight, a gang of Black and Mexican boys at her public
school figured my little blonde girlfriend might be fun to ride for a
while, and two of them DID before they were discovered and forced to
relinquish my young playmate to more considerate care. Other than her
hymen being torn away, there were no other permanent physical injuries.
Her mind was shaken quite a bit, though, and she had lots of terrible
nightmares at her home for a while.
I immediately enrolled her in a very exclusive private school for the
remainder of the year and set aside a trust fund for her schooling,
supplies and accessories until she graduated from college.
With little more than a week before school let out for the summer, I got
a call from my niece very timidly asking me if I'd be willing to take
care of Chelsea for the summer, her daughter's almost constant pleas to
be with her Grampa Toby wearing the young mother down.
The first night she was in my big house, I was awakened at two in the
morning by the shrill scream from an eight year old girl, and then my
name being called out at the top of her lungs. I was in her room,
sitting next to her and hugging her tight to my chest in seconds.
It didn't take any goading to convince me that she needed to sleep with
her Grampa Toby so she could feel protected, and I eagerly accepted my
responsibility and role as watch-dog and security guard.
She was quietly asleep spooned against my tummy and thighs in ten
minutes. I wanted desperately to feel the softness of her thighs and
hips at that moment, but had no desire to amplify her anguish by
reminding her of what those bastard pricks did to my girl.
When I woke up an hour later, my right hand was all the way up her long
ankle-length nightgown and down inside her panties, my middle finger
rolling her nubbin around.
That alone should have been provocation for her to scream again, but
instead, she was rhythmically undulating her hips into my hand and
softly having a one way conversation.
"Ohhh, Grampa Toby! My GAHD you make me so horny. I wish I could live
with you so we could be together like this EVERY night."
"You can if that's what you want, Angel."
She hadn't expected me to hear her plea, but once I responded, she
acknowledged my awareness of her near-silent request and whispered back
to me.
"Really Grampa Toby? Honest?"
"Just say the word and I'll see what I can do to convince your mom and
dad to let you stay with me every summer and as many weekends as you
want. Would you like that, Angel?"
"Grampa Toby? Can we be naked together, please?"
"Sure, Baby."
We stripped ourselves bare and then resumed the same position as before,
this time with my cock pushing between her thighs from behind and slowly
teasing between those silken nether lips that I started touching so long
ago.
Now that she was 'mature' and able to accept me, she carefully but
enthusiastically worked me as far into her preteen body as I could fit,
the remainder of the night slowly rocking our hips into each other in a
continuous five hour long fuck. She was just as energetic as she was
when she was three, her constant need for tactile stimulation wearing me
down.
She got to spend all summer and almost every weekend at my place,
swimming, riding her very own pony while I ride one of my pride and joy
Arabian horses, both of us having fun eating pizza and burgers, and my
angel spending lots of time on My Little Girl Sex Saddle. She's even
started to use some of the male replacement attachments, my hands
controlling the remote so I can keep her in a constant state of sexual
confusion.
I let her warm up on that electric buzz-box as long as she wants, her
eyes glazed over after half an hour of almost constant cums. Once
satisfied, she eagerly walks me to my bed and lines us up so we can do
what mister horsey isn't supposed to.
I hope like Hell her mother never finds out about her naughty Uncle
Toby's nice toy. Chelsea would be very disappointed if she couldn't
enjoy a few minutes every hour on her electric best friend, and then
finishing herself off with me.
She eventually talked me into getting something for my own needs while
she's sitting in the saddle, my control in her hands and her control in
mine. We torture each other for hours with those damned toys,
eventually cumming together in the shower or my bed after we're both
satisfied with a poor artificial representation of what's available for
REAL inches away.
When she turned nine, she showed her happy Grampa Toby what she'd heard
about blowjobs and butt-fucking, now every one of her tender orifices
enjoyed in clean, loving and careful expressions of physical passion.
She also let me talk her into slipping the long slender finger
attachment onto the saddle, lubing it up with lots of slippery goo and
then carefully lowering her quivering ass all the way to the top of the
cushioned seat. Her first anal cum with that wonderful machine was
something that she would never forget.
Almost every day is a sexual experiment to Chelsea, my Little Girl Sex
Saddle the perfect safe, controlled and predictable way to introduce her
to any new feeling or dimension that she might be willing to attempt.
She's also taken to using one of the similar sized phallic attachments
when I'm just too tired to keep up with her, her look of utter bliss so
sexy and rewarding, I don't mind if she'd rather spend an hour with my
toy than unpleasantly waiting for her Grampa Toby to recover and get his
energy levels high enough so she could use me instead.
We quickly took to living as a disparate couple, a nine year old
sleeping, bathing, eating and living with a man that could only dream of
something this wonderful. Our long hot showers together are always fun,
every variation she asks for eagerly and willingly provided.
By the end of that month, she settled down sexually and asked that we
limit our sex to my making love to her vaginally, give her lots of oral
masturbation, fondle her as much as I wanted digitally and also provided
her horny old Grampa with just as much fellatio as he could handle.
When summer came to an end, she was calm, confident, self assured and no
longer afraid to live her own life. She was no longer a little girl,
but a growing young woman, much more aware of her life in the grand
scheme of things and not nearly as afraid as she was before.
Chelsea graduated in the top five percent of her class and was headed
off to college when she decided to have a quick stop along the way. I
tried to give her my best version of a loving graduation gift that
nobody else would ever know about. The car was just a bonus.
She comes to see me every once in a while, walking straight into my
house unannounced, stripping her clothes off as she walks toward me,
takes my hand and leads me to my room where my Litter Girl Sex Saddle is
always silently waiting for her unexpected arrival.
I've never once turned her away, couldn't and never will, no matter how
much she uses me, my money AND My Little Girl Sex Saddle.
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