Title: A Massage for Deanna
Author: davidq
Keywords: Mg


The room, I decide, was nice.  It was ready.

I'd lit the fat-bellied table lamps in the corners of the living room,
even though the early summer sun had a good few hours left to run
across the western sky.  Its rays warmed the room, lit it with a
beautiful gold --- but our evening might be long, and allowing my
attention to wander from Deanna for even a short time to turn lamps on
was not what I wanted.  This evening my attention was for her,
exclusively, obsessively.

The coffee table I'd moved to the side of the room, the sofa I'd
pushed back.  I'd spread the thick white mock-fur rugs to fill the
resulting wide space in front of the fire, covering them with the
largest, softest, whitest bath-sheet I could find.  The effect was
that of a tethered cloud, a soft, white platform for pampering -
which, indeed, was exactly what it was.

Deanna had had a bit of a rubbish week --- school, friends, sister ---
and had burst into tears when I picked her up.  I hugged her, kissed
her, brought her to the house, fed her and packed her off to the bath
for a soak while I prepared the living room to help her unwind from
her week.  Warmth, light, a tethered cloud, an array of softly scented
oils and my undivided attention.  Deanna deserved the best sensual
massage I could provide.

I heard the bathroom door click across the living space and I looked
up.  A cloud of steam heralded the arrival of a big, pink teddy bear,
fluffy and slightly flushed.  Deanna of course, in her favourite Hello
Kitty dressing gown, looking much better for her bath.  She padded
past the dining table towards me, a small, rather shy smile on her
soft round face.  I'd said I'd prepare a nice surprise for her to make
up for week, but I hadn't told her what.  I /had/ told her not to get
dressed again, which had won me a raised eyebrow and a little grin.

The early evening sun suffused her rich, dark hair with lustre of deep
red-gold, surrounding her head with a delicate halo.  I watched her,
enthralled as ever by her soft, warm beauty.  She'd let her hair hang
free after her bath, and the damp strands played around her lovely
face.  Hers was truly still a baby face, with rounded cheeks and big,
soft eyes, a face to make any man fall instantly in love with her.
She was so beautiful.  I smiled across at her.

"Feel better, honey?" I asked.  She smiled back, nodding, her eyes
taking in the rugs and towels and array of small bottles.  I answered
her unspoken question: "Have you ever had a massage, honey?"  She
shook her head, smiling.  "Well," I said, "let's see what we can do
about that."

I stepped up to her, lightly took her shoulders and kissed her gently
on her pale, warm lips.  She kissed back delicately and for a moment
we held ourselves suspended, our lips touching-not-quite-touching,
until with a smile of mutual understanding we parted slowly.  She
untied the thick pink cord of her dressing gown, and I turned her
round gently, helping the soft cotton towelling slip from her
shoulders.  Her skin was softly golden in the room's light, smooth,
fine, flawless.

I held the dressing gown as she shrugged it down, revealing the
elegant curves of her back, one or two drops of water still nestling
in the soft canyon of her spine, her smooth flanks, barely a hint yet
of hips.  She stepped forward, letting the garment slide from her
arms, and I let my gaze linger on the perfect roundness of her bottom
- a Platonic ideal of how a girl's bottom should be, all beautiful
curves and soft skin.  Only the little mole low down on her right
buttock disturbed the perfect symmetry, and that only added to her
beauty.

"Lie down on your tummy, sweetie," I murmured, folding her dressing
gown and placing it on the sofa.  "Make yourself comfy."

Deanna knelt carefully on the captive cloud of towelling and pretend
fur, then lay down with a soft sound of contentment.  She pointed her
toes and stretched her arms and fingers.  Her buttocks clenched as she
snuggled herself into the fluffy whiteness.  "Mmmm," she murmured,
"that's nice."  She snuggled one cheek down and looked up at me with
one eye.  I smiled back, reaching for a small bottle of massage oil.

The towel was big, and Deanna, at only eight years old of course,
fitted easily onto it, even stretched out as she was.  I rubbed my
hands together slowly, warming up the oil, my eyes travelling the
glorious landscape of Deanna's young body.  She was nothing but soft,
golden curves everywhere, from her shoulder-blades to her heels and
the dainty pink pads of her beautiful little feet.  Gorgeous, I
thought, utterly gorgeous, and the stirring deep inside me echoed my
thoughts.

Slowly I reached towards her, my hands trembling at the thought of
touching her glorious skin.  With a deep, shuddering, but I hoped
slient, sigh I placed my hands on her shoulders and began to rub
gently.  A soft, light sound escaped her and her eyes closed as I
circled my fingers, beginning to ease her stresses away with my touch.

I massaged her shoulders and upper arms, using mostly my finger-tips
with the occasional full hand.  Her skin was warm and baby-smooth over
a child's softness.  I marvelled at the feel of her beneath my
fingers, the smooth and yielding textures of a little girl's body.  My
erection pushed the front of my jeans, requiring me to shift position
a little.  Deanna made a little sound as I moved, a little churr of
awareness.

I drew my hands closer together, massaging now between her shoulder
blades and across her upper back, circling up the gentle valley of her
spine and round and back, my fingers playing across her ribs and soft
flanks; each time I thrilled to the change from the harder ribs to the
softness of her waist and hips.  My fingers dwelt longer and longer on
her waist and hips as I slowly worked down her back, following the
long, graceful curve of her spine from its point of perfection just
above her bottom.

Deanna's body felt even lovelier than I'd expected.  To touch her in
this gentle, sensuous, sensual way was more amazing than I'd possibly
imagined.  She was golden, radiant, soft, smooth, perfect.  I churned
inside, a strange, heady, wonderful mix of adoration and deep desire.
Deep, deep, heavy desire.

My attention drifted lower, a tremor creeping into my fingers as they
lingered at the tops of her buttocks.  I circled from her hips down
and around and back across the fabulous softness of her buttocks,
pressing gently, thrilling to the feel of her luscious little bottom.
Fighting my desires, I concentrated, massaging gently, further down
across her buttocks to the tops of her silken thighs, parted ever so
slightly, ever such a little.

Back up, over the fabulous curves of her bottom, pressing the soft
flesh, drinking in every dimple and dip as my fingers travelled her
magical landscape, curving in to the glorious valley between her
buttocks, circling back out to the narrow, girlish hips.  Down again,
caressing her bottom, feeling a tiny tremble run through her body in
response.  Again and again I stroked and massaged her, drinking in the
sight of that fantastic little bottom glowing in the golden sunlight.

I paused, my hands cupping the lower curves of her buttocks.
Gorgeous.  I dipped lower, pressed gently against the tops of her
thighs.  She moved her legs apart without hesitation.  My hands
circled slowly around her thighs, from outer to inner and back, while
my gaze fixed intently on the point where they met.  Soft, pale,
smooth, the perfect lips of her little pussy peeked up from the
graceful curves of her bottom.  The most beautiful sight, Deanna's
perfect little pussy framed between her lightly oiled thighs,
reflections of the low sun glistening across her fabulous bottom.  My
erection throbbed.

I nudged her thighs gently.  She shifted on the towel, raising her
bottom a little, then a little more, wriggling slightly to lift her
softly glowing bottom into the air.  I nudged her thighs again, and
she opened them a little more, pushed her bottom up a little more,
knowing, knowing what I wanted to see, wanting to show me what I
wanted to see.

Her pussy was now plain to see, a beautiful, simple mound of soft pale
flesh divided by a single neat cleft --- no hair, no dangling labia,
just a perfect symmetry of little-girl glory.  Her cleft faded
smoothly into the lower reaches of her butt-crack, the clean pink
saddle of her perineum merging into the dark pink skin that pointed
the way clear and straight to her pale brown anus --- this glorious
vista lit by the deep golden light of the sinking sun.

I have many memories in life, but none so clear as that sight of
Deanna's fabulous young bottom raised, naked, glowing, inviting.  None
so clear, or so sweet.

My hands trembled as I picked up the oil bottle.  With infinite care I
held the bottle above Deanna's upraised bottom and dripped a gentle
rain onto the graceful curving path between her buttocks.  A small
sound escaped her lips, a little mew, a soft sound of anticipation.  I
watch, hypnotised, as the tiny river of oil ran down between her
buttocks, pausing, pooling at her little brown anus before setting off
again in a slow track to the lip of her pussy cleft.

With a single, shaking finger I touch her bottom at the point the oil
had dripped, and slowly traced its path.  The shaking increased as I
rested on her anus, pressing gently.  She mewed again, her hips
quivering.  I traced on down, down, slowly down to finish with my
finger poised at the base of her pussy cleft, wedged ever so slightly
in the small, perfect dip.  I waited a long, thundering heartbeat,
then traced the lips of her little pussy round to the hood of her tiny
clit.

"Mmmm... mhhhhh."  Her sounds were muffled by the soft towelling.

My hands steadying, I traced again, a single-finger massage from the
top of her butt-crack to the tip of her clit.  Again, with a developing
rhythym, pausing at her anus to tease, pressing a little deeper each
time I followed her pussy cleft.

My teasing got bolder, the tip of my finger wriggling into her
glistening little anus, pressing between her pussy lips, circling her
little clit.  Each time, a little stronger, a little deeper until my
finger was sliding joint-deep into her ass, ploughing deep in her
sweet furrow and tormenting her tiny, hard little clitty with fierce
circles.  Her thighs trembled, her bottom shook as I massaged her.

I had to be closer to her.  She was an angel, and I could no longer
prevent myself showing her the depth of my desire for her.  My hand
fumbled my jeans open, down, freeing my aching cock, wet and oozing
with its own, very personal, massage oils.  I threw the jeans aside,
then moved carefully to kneel between Deanna's open thighs, her bottom
glowing softly, girlishly feminine in front of my hard, angry
maleness.

Holding my painfully hard cock I traced with it the same path my
finger had followed, down between her buttocks, pressing the tip
against her anus, feeling her push back as I pushed forward, down
between her legs to rub firmly up against her fabulously, unbelivably
soft, slippery pussy lips.  Oh God she was perfect.  Perfect little
girl, let me touch you like this.  Feel what you do to me, Deanna.
Feel my heat, my hardness against your softness.

I held her buttock with my left hand, my cock with my right, and
pressed and pushed my cockhead against her oil-wet anus.  We were
gloriously slippery, her anus winking and puckering and letting the
tip of my cock in, the tip, and a little more, the tip and almost half
my cockhead, buried in her gorgeous little butt.

I squashed against her pussy lips, rubbing my cock between them,
reaching round to press her clitty with my cockhead, her pussy lips
spread either side of my aching shaft, both of us slippery with
massage oil and our own, sweet juices.

For six, seven glorious minutes I play-fucked Deanna around her
bottom, around her pussy.  Six or seven glorious minutes before I
could hold back no more.  I gave a great cry, she gave a soft, muffled
yell as I came, hard fierce spurts of cum dashing, splashing against
her bottom, splattering her anus, her pussy, again and again and
again...

It seemed forever until the tension unwound and I released the vice-
grip from my cock, forcibly relaxed my shoulders, and sank slowly to
the softness of the towel.  Deanna had subsided, trembling, her head on
her arms, her eyes closed in her beautiful round little face.  I
reached out, put my arm around her soft body and hugged her.  I kissed
her cheek.  She opened her eyes and smiled.

I smiled back.  She was gorgeous.

"You are gorgeous, Deanna," I breathed, "my perfect little princess."

The last of the sunlight winked out behind the hill.  The room glowed
softly with lamplight alone.  I stretched the aching muscles of my
back and stroked Deanna's beautiful shoulder.

"Let's go take a shower, hon.  I think we both need one.  Then we can
snuggle up.  I love these long, summer evenings, don't you?"


  
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