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Andrew Roller Presents
JUPITER RISING
Chapter Three
Damn those fucking helicopters. They�re always coming around here
looking for drugs because there�s a man-made river that runs through the
apartments where I live and it�s sorta weedy. So the cops think, I guess,
that some guy planted fucking marijuana back among the weeds, or maybe
they�re looking for opium. The helicopter messes with my T.V. reception,
in addition to being noisy.
�Oooh! I died!� Lisa said, as a low-swooping pass of the chopper
outside screwed with her game.
�Sorry. This whole area is sorta turning into a ghetto,� I told her.
�Mmmm, I feel kinda wet,� Lisa said. She squirmed in my lap. For
the first time she noticed my little accident.
�Uh, I guess I need to get up,� I said to her. Lisa began to giggle.
�You peed in your pants!� Lisa cried. She hopped off my lap. �I�m not
sitting on your lap if you�re going to pee on me!� Lisa hollered.
�I didn�t pee, I shot off,� I said to Lisa, not really quite sure how to
explain to a little girl that her wiggly bottom had set me off. It was then
that she saw my giant boner.
�Ooooh! You�ve got a BIG one!� Lisa cried. Before I could do anything
she�d dropped my joystick and yanked down my shorts. They�re just
elastic waistband shorts and down they came, along with my underpants.
The next thing I knew I was engaged in �public exposure�, fortunately
however in the privacy of my apartment. Eight-year-old Lisa stared at my
dick. I guess having your own pint-sized Playmate does something to your
sexual powers, especially when you�re a virgin like me. I was still hard,
despite my recent accident. Lisa looked at my sperm-coated erection. She
reached out her finger. She touched it, pressing her finger to it as if
testing a new bone-sized joystick.
�Gooo,� Lisa said, drooling a little as I stood with my dick hanging
out. She withdrew her hand after a moment. �You should go wash that
off,� Lisa informed me. Then she felt her ass. �Yick!� she said. �What
time is it?� she asked me. I glanced at the microwave oven in the kitchen
area of my apartment, which I can see even when I�m watching T.V.
�It�s 9:05,� I told her.
�Then it�s time for my bath,� Lisa said to me. �Good,� she remarked
to herself, feeling her little ass with her hands. I took her to the
bathroom. We walked past her tray of cookies sitting by my front door but
I hardly noticed them. She didn�t notice them at all. We went to my
bathroom and I helped her out of her things. Then I took my clothes off and
I turned on the shower.
�Ick!� Lisa said, gazing past my glass shower doors into my tub. It
wasn�t the cleanest of tubs.
�Maybe we should take a shower,� I suggested to Lisa. I guess I
should have been thinking of sending her home but with her naked, and me
naked too, and with me popping a wet giant-sized boner I wasn�t really
concentrating on anything other than getting a real live girl into my
shower for the first time in my life.
�No, I want a bath,� Lisa told me.
�My tub�s kind of dirty,� I said. I pointed to the grunge lining the
inside of the bathtub.
�Well clean it,� Lisa told me. Grudgingly I walked naked out to my
kitchen and got two S.O.S. pads. The fucking cop helicopter was still
making low swoops over my apartment complex but I hardly paid it any
attention now, with little Lisa standing naked in my bathroom. I gave her
an S.O.S. pad.
�You can help me,� I told her.
�Hmmm. Alright. You look like you could use some help,� Lisa said
to me. Soon we were both kneeling in an empty tub, scrubbing away
merrily, getting soap all over not just the ceramic of the tub but each
other too. S.O.S. pads are pretty coarse so naturally we didn�t rub each
other directly with the pads, but with our soap-laden fingers. A quick
spurt of water now and then from the tub�s faucet kept the cleaning job
moving. Except the tub�s scrunge-line gradually took second place to
other, more interesting spots. Like the place between her legs, and my
dick.
�Ooowie! That feels good!� Lisa cried when I experimented with
touching her with one finger like she�d earlier touched me. As I stroked
her little private, she retaliated by again reaching out and connecting with
my penis. Except this time she didn�t just use one finger. She used her
whole hand. The next thing I knew, she was pumping my boner.
�Lisa! Stop!� I cried, but unfortunately I was setting a bad example
because by now I had not one but two fingers caressing her sweet little
hairless pussy.
�Oooh! Oooh! Yes!� Lisa cried. She became oblivious to all else,
except clutching my dick, as her eyes closed and I guess I found her spot,
her little clitoris. The next thing I knew I was cumming, shooting not just
over her little body and right at her pussy but into her face! She was so
small and cute, it was hard not to wet down all of her. �EEEEeeeee!� Lisa
screamed, as I shot my sperm-load over her. The cop helicopter was
making another low swoop and fortunately its passing drowned out Lisa�s
scream, at least in terms of my neighbors or someone outside hearing.
�Well, that was some shower,� I said to Lisa after we�d finally
managed to get the water turned on and quit playing with each other. Yes,
we did indeed settle for a shower, since we were both sort of
embarrassed after my second cumming, as Christ would say. We cleaned
off and got out and then, afterwards, there was no question that we would
sleep together in my bed. Actually it�s just a mattress on the floor of my
bedroom but Lisa liked it, especially when I went to the trouble, with her
help, of fitting new clean sheets to it. She found an old stuffed animal of
mine in my closet as we were making the bed. It was a lion. I�d won it
some years earlier visiting Reno, at Circus Circus. Even though it was
over a decade old it looked brand new, since obviously as an eighteen-
year-old guy when I�d won it I didn�t really have any use for it. So Lisa
took my new/old lion and got into bed with me.
�What�s his name?� Lisa asked me about my lion.
�I don�t know. He doesn�t have a name,� I told her.
�He doesn�t have a name?� Lisa asked me, incredulous. �Did you just
buy it?�
�No,� I said, and explained to her how I�d gotten it. She looked at the
lion.
�All this time, and you�ve never even had a name, let alone any
adventures,� Lisa said to the lion. And for a moment, even though she was
looking at the stuffed animal, I thought she was talking to me. About me,
I mean. Nerdy old me, 30-years-old and still a virgin and with no name for
myself, let alone any adventures. Then again, I was having a bit of an
adventure now, even if it was being rudely interrupted by low passes from
a police helicopter. I let Lisa snuggle against me. A little later someone
rang my doorbell and there was something going on outside but with her
lying next to me, right in my arms, and with no lights on in my apartment,
I just pretended I wasn�t home. And Lisa did too, especially since she was
asleep.
In the middle of the night, when I was hard again, I ceased being a
virgin. Well, a little bit. I didn�t push in far enough to break Lisa�s hymen.
I wouldn�t do that to her. But with me hard and with her warm and naked,
the whole thing was just too irresistible for me to pass up. Fortunately
she slept through the whole thing. Like I said, I didn�t push hard. Then I
ran to the bathroom and emptied my excitement into the toilet. I was a
man at last.
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