                           Tales of Chelsea
                  Part 1 - Chelsea at the pool party
                             by Mr. Jones


Ostracized by the other girls at a birthday party, Chelsea befriends
the father of the birthday girl.  The friendship soon leads to
intimacy of a sexual nature.  

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My daughter had just turned 11 and was having a pool party with her
soccer team to celebrate.  She had also invited her 10-year-old best
friend, Chelsea.  We have a large in-ground swimming pool, but the
hot tub is separate and quite small in comparison, holding 4-5 adults
or about 10 girls.  Unfortunately, there were twelve girls at the
party always leaving at least one as an odd man out in terms of
getting into the hot tub with all of the other girls.  Since Chelsea
wasn't on the soccer team, she seemed to be the one most frequently
squeezed out of the spa.

I had been out by the pool all afternoon; to keep an eye on the girls
and ensure that some degree of sanity prevailed.  I was floating in
the pool, sipping a beer and daydreaming about all of the nubile
young bodies running around my back yard when I noticed Chelsea
sitting by herself, looking rather forlorn.  I swam over to the side
of the pool to where Chelsea was sitting all wrapped up in a towel
and asked if anything was wrong.

She responded, "the other girls don't like me and won't let me in the
hot tub with them."

I said, "That's not true, Chelsea," and warmly added, "but you can
come swim with me if you want.  The pool feels great."

"That's OK, Mr. Jones, I can't swim very good and I'm afraid to go in
over my head.  I think I'll just go home."

"You don't need to do that, Chelsea," I said, " Come on in, I'll hold
you up and maybe even teach you how to swim."

"Are you sure you don't mind doing that?"  she asked.

"Of course not," I answered.  "I was beginning to get a little bored
myself.  Come on in."

She hesitated a minute, then asked, "Will you catch me if I jump off
the diving board?"

"Sure.  Go for it!"

"Awesome, Mr. Jones!"  exclaimed Chelsea as she jumped up and ran
eagerly to the diving board.

Now, Chelsea looks like most any other 10-year-old girl entering the
fifthth grade.  She is sort of Hispanic looking with a round face,
olive complexion, brown eyes and long dark brown hair that hung down
to between her shoulder blades.  At about four and a half feet tall
and weighing 80 to 90 pounds, she was a little stocky but was
starting to lean out from her imminent puberty.  Her legs were long
and shapely enough to turn men's heads.  Her hips were just beginning
to widen, but her waist and torso were still trunk shaped.  She had
on a dark pink one piece bathing suit with black trim that was molded
to her like a second skin.  I could clearly see that her breasts were
starting to bud.  Her pussy mound was prominent with a deep
indentation highlighting her pudgy cleft.

Chelsea walked to the end of the diving board and hesitated, looking
at me for encouragement.  "Don't be afraid, Chelsea, I'm here and you
can dive over to me."

With that, Chelsea pinched her nose and rather ungracefully jumped
in.  This girl really didn't know how to swim!  I quickly swam over
to where she would come up and grabbed her as she emerged, sputtering
and frantically reaching for something to grab on to.  She climbed me
like a monkey and held on until she caught her breath and calmed down
a little.

About this time, all the girls who were in the hot tub got out and
filed into the house to eat pizza and watch movies, leaving Chelsea
and me alone in the pool.

I was treading water and starting to get a little tired from holding
her up.  "That was a great dive, Chelsea."  I said, "Do you want to
do it again or do you want to get out and go into the house with the
other girls?"

"No, I don't think so, Mr. Jones, but I like being in the pool when I
can hold onto you."

"In that case, let's move to the other end of the pool so I can touch
bottom."  With that, I pulled her to a shallower part of the pool,
which was still over her head, but chest deep for me.

As we moved toward shallower water, she perched herself on my hip
with her arms around my neck.  I was winded and moved over to the
side of the pool to recover from lugging around 90 pounds of wiggling
weight for the last few minutes.  I expected Chelsea to grab the edge
of the pool to lighten my load, but instead, she moved to my front,
with her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms still around my
neck bringing us more or less face to face and crotch to crotch.  I
was surprised by her move and spontaneously put my hands under her
ass for better balance.  I quickly became erect from the unexpected
feeling of her crotch pressing against my dick.  With my hands
cupping her sweet little ass and the backs of her thighs, I could
move her up and down my dick causing the water to slosh around and
intensify the friction of her movements.

She definitely must have been able to feel my hard dick rubbing along
her pussy, but she didn't say a word as I continued to squeeze her
bare thighs and press my dick against her.  Chelsea just stared
intently into my eyes while I moved against her.  Finally she said,
"I've never been this close to a man before and it's really neat.  My
dad never lets me sit in his lap anymore.  I miss him holding me like
when I was a little girl."

I slowed my grinding, but continued to caress her smooth skin as I
said, "I don't mind, Chelsea, everyone needs to be held close every
now and then and that's what friends are for."

"Am I really your friend, Mr. Jones?"

"Yeah, Chelsea," I replied, "You are my very special friend and
special friends can do special things together like hugging each
other."  After I said that, I could feel Chelsea's muscles tense as
she resumed sliding her crotch along my still hard dick.

"I like hugging you Mr. Jones.  What else can special friends do
together?"  Chelsea asked naively.

"Well, if you promise to keep it secret from others, we can talk
about anything that's on your mind and we can do secret things that
are only allowed between special friends."

"Mr.  Jones, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, Chelsea.  What is it?"

"Why is your thing so big and hard?"

"Why do you think?"  I asked back.

"In health class, our teacher told us that a boy's thing gets hard
when he wants to have sex with a girl."

"That's right, Chelsea, when a man gets excited, his dick becomes
erect in anticipation of having sex."

"But why is your thing, err, dick hard?"

"You caused me to get hard because you are so close to me and made me
think about sex."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jones.  I didn't mean to make your dick hard," Said
Chelsea looking down to where my hard-on was pressed against her
crotch.  "Did I really make you think about sex?"

"I must be honest, Chelsea.  Yes, you did.  Does that upset you?"

"No, I think it's neat," she responded.

"Go ahead and touch it, Chelsea.  I know you want to."

Chelsea reached down to where my dick was tenting my swimming trunks.
Even through the coarse material, the touch of her hand was like
electricity.  She wrapped her fingers around my shaft and
instinctively started pumping up and down.  Then she moved her hand
up to the head and began to squeeze gently to get a feel of what it
looked like.  If she kept that up, there was no way that I could
control myself.  I couldn't believe that this 10-year-old little girl
was bringing me close to cumming in just a few moments of touching me
through my swim trunks.

I pulled back, breaking her inquisitive fondling of my dick and
turned her around so that her back was to me.  I slipped one arm
around her waist to hold her in place and cupped her prepubescent
breast with my other hand and started rubbing her budding nipple
through her bathing suit.  To my surprise it got hard as a pebble.

"Mr.  Jones, you shouldn't do that, it makes me feel tingly inside."

I smiled and told her, "I'll stop if you want me to."  Still holding
her around the waist, I lowered my hand and slid it gently up the
inside of her leg until I touched her pussy, causing her to give a
little giggle.

I moved my hand across her mound and started rubbing her little pussy
vigorously through her bathing suit while my other hand was busy
pulling on her hard little nipple and squeezing her budding breast.

"We'd better stop," I said as I slipped my hand from between her
legs.  "You may not be mature enough to do adult things like this."

"Oh Mr. Jones, I am too old enough, I made you get hard didn't I?"
Chelsea pleaded.  "Pretty please Mr. Jones.  You said that we were
special friends, I won't tell anybody, please let me feel your thing
some more."

I knew I had her, she wasn't going to stop me from doing whatever I
wanted now.  I knew it was too risky to fuck her, but that didn't
mean I couldn't taste her sweet pussy.  Maybe I could get her to jack
me off or even suck me.

Sensing my acquiescence, Chelsea quickly turned around in my arms,
wrapped her legs around my waist and grabbed my shoulders bringing us
face to face and crotch to crotch once again.  Her face was just a
few inches from mine, so not saying a word, I leaned forward and
kissed Chelsea's full lips firmly but softly.  When I tried to gently
push my tongue into her mouth, she pulled back and said, "yuck!  I'm
not going to let you put your tongue in my mouth, that's gross."  Oh
well, not much of a chance of getting sucked by this sweet little
vixen.

We got out of the pool and I spread a couple of beach towels on the
deck behind the hot tub.  Since the spa was raised a couple of feet
above the pool decking, we were more or less hidden from view from
the house when we sat down.  I asked Chelsea, "do you want to see my
dick?"

"Yeah, sure I do, Mr. Jones."

"Well, Ok, but only if you promise not to tell anyone."

"I promise!"

With that, I laid back and slid my bathing suit down to my knees,
exposing my turgid dick and swollen balls.  Chelsea stared wideeyed
at my dick sticking straight up in the open air.  She asked, "how
should I touch it, Mr. Jones?"  as she knelt down beside my hip.
Gingerly, she put one of her hands around my dick and squeezed gently.

"Move your hand like this."  I said as I put my hands on hers and
guided it up and down my dick to show her how I liked to be stroked.
Chelsea began to pump on her own in just a few moments quickly
getting the idea, setting a steady rhythm up and down, up and down.
"Ah, that's it, Chelsea, you're doing it just right, ohh, it feels
good."

A lot of pre-cum was seeping out of my dick.  "Let your hand slide
over the head so it gets some of my juice on it."

Soon Chelsea's fingers were slick with the stuff making her pumping
motions feel even better.  "Am I doing it right, Mr. Jones?"  Asked
Chelsea, causing even more fluid to run down the tip of my dick onto
her sweet hands.

"Oh yeah, baby, you're doing great, just keep moving your hands up
and down like that."

I was getting close.  My balls were tightening and drawing up as they
prepared to squirt out my sperm.  "Oh, Chelsea, I'm gonna cum soon."

"What do you mean you're going to cum?"  asked Chelsea as she slowed
her pumping.

I said, "It means my sperm is going to squirt out from the end of my
dick and make me feel really, really good.  Just keep pumping it even
if you get some cum on you, OK?"

"OK, Mr. Jones."  Chelsea said as she began squeezing more firmly and
pumping faster.  However after a few minutes of this more intense
stroking, Chelsea said, "I wanna keep doing it Mr. Jones but my arms
are getting tired."

I pulled her hands away from my dick for a second.  "Why don't you
sit down, Chelsea, and lean over a little bit to get a better grip.
That's a good idea Chelsea, lay your head down on my stomach."  Now
in a more comfortable position, Chelsea's hands resumed their sure
movements, sliding up and down in a maddeningly steady pace.  My hips
started moving in a fucking motion, causing Chelsea's hands to slip
over the head of my dick with each backward move, and down on my
balls with each forward stroke.

"Oh God, Chelsea, here it comes," I warned.

Chelsea sat up a little as my dick pulsed and began to swell as the
sperm welled up from my balls.

The first shot splattered Chelsea on her cheek.  Chelsea squealed but
she didn't let go.  She jumped up so she could see without getting
hit in the face.  The next squirt landed on her shoulder, rolling
down the front of her swimming suit onto one of her puffy nipples.
The rest of my sperm dribbled out of my dick and oozed down over
Chelsea's fingers as she continued to stroke me.

At last my orgasm subsided and I moaned, "please stop, Chelsea, I
can't take anymore!"  Chelsea removed her sperm covered hands from my
rapidly softening dick and rested them on my stomach.  I sat up and
gently pushed Chelsea onto her back.  I placed my hand on her pudgy
little breast and massaged the sperm there into her bathing suit.

"Jesus, Chelsea, that was awesome, better than anyone.  Are you sure
that you never pumped a man's dick before?  You do it like a grown-up
woman."

Chelsea just giggled and grinned shyly, proud in the knowledge that
she could make a man cum.

I said, "Now it's your turn to cum."  Slipping into the pool, I
turned to face Chelsea, positioning myself between her legs.

I scooted Chelsea around until she was reclining with her back on the
side of the spa and her legs dangled in the water.  I put my hands
around her hips and pulled her closer.  "Spread your legs a little,
baby."  She didn't understand what I wanted her to do, so I lifted
her legs and put them over my shoulders.  With her knees hooked over
my shoulders and her legs spread, her bathing suit covered crotch was
right before my face.

Chelsea's eyes got wide and she asked, "What are you going to do?"

I said, "I'm going to show you something that is very special and
will make you feel really good like you did me."  I moved the crotch
of her bathing suit to one side, completely exposing her hairless
little pussy to me.  The area around her cleft was pudgy and slightly
darker than the surrounding skin.  She seemed to have an inordinately
large clitoris that protruded beyond her tiny pussy lips.

I leaned forward and rubbed my face back and forth in between her
legs.  I savored the special fragrance of her young pussy.  Chelsea
started giggling hysterically, jerking around, boxing my ears with
her knees and thighs.  I slipped my hands under her ass to steady her
and pulled her crotch up to my mouth.  Chelsea was still giggling but
was now trying to be still.  I moved my tongue slowly over Chelsea's
pudgy gash from bottom to top.  Chelsea stopped giggling and lay
very, very still but still she twitched every now and then.  I
continued to slowly lick up and down her little slit and suddenly her
pussy just seemed to open up.  Now I was able to run my tongue into
her vagina and across her urethra up to her clitoris.  Her little
girl's pussy tasted and had a different texture from any other pussy
that I had ever felt.  Not as strong smelling or juicy as a fully
developed one, but never the less very exciting.

Chelsea started gasping like she was trying to catch her breath.  Her
stomach muscles tensed up and I felt her hands on my head, sort of
both holding and trying to push me away at the same time.  "Ohh," she
said, "I feel like I'm going to pee or something."

I said, "It's okay, baby, I'm going to make you come like you did me.
Just try to relax and I promise you'll really like it.  I just need
you to let me keep licking your pussy like this."  Then I resumed my
oral ministrations.

Her pussy seemed to be getting wet with her own juices so I tried to
slide my little finger into her tight pussy, but she tensed up
preventing my entry.  I resumed massaging her clitoris with my tongue
while I kept my finger at her entrance.  Chelsea sighed and relaxed a
little and my finger slid inside her tight pussy all the way up to
the second knuckle.  I continued gently sucking on her clit and began
to slowly move my finger in and out, being very careful not to go too
deep or be too rough.

Chelsea's pussy was really getting slippery now and I was able to
easily move my finger back and forth in her tight channel so I
switched to using my middle finger.  I started finger fucking her
faster and faster while I kept on licking and sucking on her clit.

"Hmm, it feels good," gasped Chelsea.  "Ah, it's oh, keep doing it."

Chelsea's breathing was faster, more intense, huffing and puffing
like she was running a race.  She was holding my head in place while
she hunched her pussy against my tongue and finger.

Chelsea started moaning something like "Oh God, oh God, Ohh God!  I
don't know what's happening.  I think its cuming!"

Chelsea was now hunching me with a purpose and grunting, "Ung, Ung,
Ung," in pace with my finger pushing deeper and deeper into her.
Suddenly her entire body tensed up, going completely rigid.  Her legs
stuck straight out across my shoulders.  Holding her pussy against my
face with my finger deep inside of her, I could feel her cunt spasm
several times and then she relaxed and resumed humping but much more
languidly.  I continued sucking gently on her clit and slowly
fingering her, not letting up until I knew she was finished.

Chelsea was limp as a rag, not moving and breathing very deeply.  My
face and her crotch were slick with my saliva and her juicy
excretions.  I stood up and pulled her into my arms and sat down on
the steps in the pool, holding Chelsea on my lap, her head cradled in
the crook of my neck almost asleep.  We sat and cuddled like that for
a few minutes before Chelsea started to come back to life.  "Ohh,"
she whispered into my ear, "I didn't know what was going to happen.
I never felt anything so good."  I tilted her face up to mine and
gently kissed her sweet lips.  This time when I kissed her, she
opened her mouth, letting my tongue rub along hers, as she tasted my
tongue and her own juices for the first time.

My dick started getting hard again, with the thrilling knowledge that
I now had an eager Lolita willing to try whatever I wanted.  But,
time was running and we needed to get out of the pool before the rest
of the party missed us.

"We need to get out and join the other girls."  I said.

"Aww, do we really have to?"  Chelsea whined.  "I really like it out
here with just you and me."

"I know, but we need to get out before the others come looking for
us!  We don't want to get into trouble, do we?"  I asked.  "Remember,
we have to keep our special friendship secret and act like we did
before we got close."

"OK, but when can we do it again?"

"If we keep our friendship secret, we'll get plenty of chances to be
together and I can show you some more special things."

With that, we got out of the pool and cleaned up.  Chelsea joined the
party; ravenously eating pizza and joking around with the other girls
like nothing had happened.
