Pretty - Precious - Precocious - Perfect - Priscilla
Story Codes: Mg gg pedo orgy BDSM
Her mother taught Priscilla how to masturbate when she was four-years-old. Her mother was very broad-minded when it came to sex. As far as Ann was concerned masturbation was natural and healthy and if a child could enjoy a climax, why not? She taught Priscilla how to play with her nipples and anus to prolong the sex play. Priscilla loved sex, she masturbated almost every night. She found it much easier to masturbate if she went to bed naked, and she realized her parents didn't at all mind if she went to bed naked.
The upscale apartment building that Priscilla lived in was on Lake Shore Road. Two floors above them lived Priscilla's best friend and cousin. Both families were well off, but not as well-to-do as the bachelor that lived in the penthouse apartment on the top floor who owned the building. Jeanette was six months younger than Priscilla, but they were in the same class at school and were about as close as two friends can be having grown up together. Jeanette parents were just as broad-minded as Priscilla's and she too masturbated. When the two girls got together they invariably slept naked together.
Priscilla's mother Ann and Aunt Nan were identical twins and most people could not tell them apart. Both Ann and Nan believed in open marriage and regularly traded husbands so it was not unusual for the girls to have their uncle spend the night while their daddy was at the other apartment. For both families sex was not forbidden, it was a way of life, a thing to be enjoyed.
The girls were eight when Ann suggested during one of the sleepovers that they should diddle each other. Priscilla wasn't sold on the idea. There was much talk in the news about gay and lesbian marriages. Priscilla had made up her mind that she wanted a marriage just like her mom and dad. She wasn't sure if merely touching another girl would turn her into a lesbian. In spite of her concerns she played with Jeanette's body. She refused to passionately kiss Jeanette, feeling that was somehow crossing a line that she didn't want to cross, but she put her fingers in Jeanette's pussy and rubbed the clitoris like she rubbed her own. She had to admit she liked the feel of Jeanette's fingers stroking her clitoris. The next morning Priscilla's mom convinced her that there was such a thing as bisexuality, which made Priscilla feel better.
Priscilla liked to say she started puberty on her tenth birthday. Actually it was just a guess, by the time she noticed that her nipples were getting bigger she realized they must have started growing sometime earlier. She was walking around the house naked more and more, so her mother bought her six pair of panties. Two were red, two were black and two were beige. They were all made of a fine mesh with a lace pattern running through them. They didn't exactly hide her nether charm, but didn't exaggerate it either. Her daddy likes to see her in them so she wore only them while he was home.
It started with her daddy watching, then it was her daddy and uncle and finally her parents and her aunt and uncle watching as Priscilla and Jeanette had sex with one another. Priscilla liked the audience, liked showing off in front of them, and liked having an orgasm while they watched. Her mother told her the two of them were exhibitionist. The two girls had progressed way past fingering each other. They not only fingered, the sucked each others nipples and licked each others pussy. Their latest trick was to kiss each others anus.
Priscilla dried herself down with the fluffy bath towel after stepping out of the shower. She took off the shower cap and then applied deodorant. She brushed out her shoulder blade length blond hair and put in two barrettes to hold it in place. Priscilla dabbed on expensive perfume her daddy bought her behind her ears, between her breasts, and on her mons. She turned and studied herself in the full length mirror that her daddy installed on the back of the door. She was neither too short nor too tall; neither too fat nor too thin. Her breasts jutted out nicely from her chest, neither too huge nor too small. Her golden fleece, as she liked to call it, was two shades darker then the hair on her head and formed an equilateral triangle on her mons with all the hair growing toward the top of her slit. She used a brush to coax a couple of errant hairs back into place. Her slit neither gapped open nor closed tight, but the lips had a rolled in edge giving her a nicely shadowed opening. Her buttocks swooped out from the small of her back and tucked into the top of her legs. It had a nice curve with just the right amount of dish on the sides. For her twelfth birthday Priscilla's parents bought her a vibrating dildo, yet another thing for Priscilla and Jeanette to use on each other. From her aunt and uncle she got a dozen pair of the skimpiest, sheerest thongs on the market. The cup covering her sex was small, just barely covering the opening to her sex. The cloth was so shear it hid nothing. Instead of a ribbon, a single piece of string ran up the valley of her buttocks. That night she put on her bright red, lace thong.
Priscilla walked down the hall to the living room and plopped her nearly naked self down next to her father to watch TV with him. Gus put his arms around his daughter and pulled her toward him. She opened his fly and took out his cock. She loved playing with it and making it dribble precum. He pushed his finger under the cloth of her thong, and into her sex to get her aroused. When it was time to go to bed, she stood in front of him between his legs. He put his hands on her shoulders bringing her forward toward him for her kiss. As they kissed good night he let his hands drift down her back until they rested on her buttocks that he lightly squeezed. It was a custom that they practiced every night.
Mr. Morgan who lived in the penthouse apartment was also the landlord. It just so happened that one day when he came down to collect the rent Ann forgot to shoo her daughter behind closed doors before answering the front door and then there was the distraction of writing the check. Priscilla's whereabouts was completely forgotten. She was cleaning the dining room so absorbed in her work she paid no attention to what was going on in the next room, not at all unusual for a girl her age. It didn't miss the attention of the landlord however and he watched with admiration to her attention to her task and her nicely shaped, young body. By that age she had puffy mounds beneath her expressive, oval, tan tinted nipples on a lean body.
"Your daughter," he said. Ann gasped when she saw her daughter's naked back and rounded buttocks in the next room. "I noticed how studiously she cleans and wonder if I could hire her to, perhaps, come up to my apartment once a week to tidy up. I would pay her, of course...perhaps she would also be willing to dress as she is now."
"I would need to talk to my husband," Ann said not wanting to say no and upset the good graces they had with the landlord. The landlord told her the sum he had in mind as remuneration for Priscilla's services. Ann nearly gasped again and had to catch her breath. "Talk to your husband. I look forward to your answer." When he got home Gus was of the same mind as Ann, while the money was very enticing Priscilla was only twelve-years-old and too young to go prancing naked in front of other like she did in the confines of her own apartment. "I'll go up and talk to him," Gus said with a resigned voice thinking of the money and what they could do with it. He was gone a half hour and when he came back down he told his wife: "Our landlord talked me into it. When I told him my concerns about her age and nudity he told me Priscilla was like a Renaissance painting by one of the masters, too delicate to touch but impossible not to appreciate. She is expected next Saturday at nine AM. He suggested the same black thong as she had on this afternoon." He then warned Priscilla that Mr. Morgan was not to touch her sexually in any way, and if he was to try she was to stop him, even if she had to scream.
The following Saturday she got in Mr. Morgan's exclusive elevator and used the key she was given to activate the express run to the penthouse. When she got off the elevator she found herself in one huge room with windows wrapped all the way around the outside with a gorgeous view of the city and lake. Not even the bathroom was separate, but completely in the open with only the toilet in a walled off enclosure. "Welcome to my humble abode," the landlord said and Priscilla thought it wasn't humble at all with its rich ultramodern furnishings. At the same time she saw her work was cut out for her, the place was a mess. "I did no cleaning this week so I could show you where everything goes," he said. They worked together all morning. He didn't leave her side and his eyes rarely left her body. He was not into young girls as a rule, but he felt Priscilla was an exception. He like how she wasn't shy or embarrassed about being so naked, and her strange acceptance at being nearly naked with a man she only previously knew in passing. She acted as if she were fully dressed. He felt she held a conversation well for one so young, intelligent while neither too quiet nor wordy. By late morning they still weren't done. He asked her to stay for lunch. She called her mother and asked her permission. At the same time Ann asked, "Has he tried to touch you?" Priscilla answered, "Only on the shoulder to get my attention." Priscilla's own opinion was he could touch her anywhere except her sacred spot between her legs and, perhaps, the semi-sacred area of her nipples and anus. The rest, to her, was just plain skin.
At the end of the day Mr. Morgan went down with Priscilla in the elevator to her second floor apartment. Mr. Morgan told both Ann and Gus how hard Priscilla worked and said there was a little something extra in her weekly pay for the additional effort she put in. "I look forward to seeing her again next Saturday, same time, same place." That evening she spent telling her parents what a nice apartment he had and what a nice gentleman he was. She wasn't sure how much she should say about how much she liked him, so she only said he was nice to her all the time she was there. For a reason she did not understand having him see her nearly naked was different then having her parents or aunt and uncle seeing her just in her thong. She got a tingling in her pussy when she noticed Mr. Morgan was looking at her, and he looked at her a lot. It was the same tingling she got when she decided to masturbate or knew that Jeanette or daddy was going to touch her.
In the spring Mr. Morgan came and talked to Priscilla's parents. He was throwing a party for his friends and he wanted Priscilla there to be his maid, waitress, gofer or what ever else may be needed of her. Of course she would be paid for her time and might he suggest that she spend the night since his parties had a way of lasting to the wee hours of the morning. He gave his guarantee that no one would sexually touch their daughter and, if he may also suggest, she should wear the beige thong which made it look like she wasn't wearing anything at all.
She was introduced to the guests with the admonition, "Looky, no touchy." By midnight several of the female guests were topless and by two AM everybody was naked. It was the first time Priscilla saw so many genitals, much less in a variety of every size, shape and color. The guests sober enough to stand gathered around the bed. Priscilla found a space between the bodies to watch what was going on. A young woman was tied face down to the mattress. Priscilla could feel her heart racing and the tingling in her pussy that had been there all night increase ten fold as she watched a man with a leather belt whip the woman's buttocks. But that wasn't all. Once the woman was untied she took a small multi stranded whip and whipped the man's erection. Priscilla thought for sure her eyes were going to bulge right out of her head and that she was going to have an orgasm then and there. Priscilla continued to watch and the woman mounted the man. After that everyone seemed to pair off and have sex everywhere in the apartment. Priscilla stood and watched all kinds of sex acts taking place around her.
Priscilla stumbled over her word as she rushed to tell her parents all that she saw and questioned why she felt the way she did as she watched the whipping the man and woman gave each other. Her mother promised to explain later. "He let me sleep in his big bed. When I took off my thong he asked to see my sex so I sat on the edge of the bed and opened my legs so he could see it. I slept all the way to noon when he woke me with a kiss on my forehead, and here I am." With prodding from her father she told them Mr. Morgan slept on the living room couch across the room from her.
That night Ann was tucking Priscilla in bed. "So you had fun last night and learned a lot about sex." Priscilla got a troubled look on her face. "What?" her mother asked.
"I didn't want to say anything in front of daddy because I thought he would get mad. When I opened my legs to show Mr. Morgan my sex I opened the lips too so he could see inside."
"Did he ask you to?"
"No, it was a...a... whatchamacallit."
"Whim?" her mother suggested.
"Yes. He was naked and had a huge erection. I was naked and aroused. I wanted him to touch me like Jeanette does, but he didn't. I guess I got carried away. I'm sorry."
"The problem is it is impossible to stay a little aroused. The body wants an orgasm. You know, Priscilla, if you were an ordinary twelve-year-old I would tell you you're much too young to get involved with a man your father's age, but you are way beyond your years sexually. Let me give it some thought and see what we can do."
Priscilla laid waiting for sleep with a little smile on her face. She knew her mother would come up with something.
She went up to the penthouse the next day to help Mr. Morgan clean up. "You made quite the impression with my friends. You do have a very nice figure for a girl your age, you know." She was still on the slender side. Over the past year she grew a couple of inches taller, but the biggest change was in her bust. Her breasts went from the thickness of fluffy pancakes to nicely shaped slightly upward pointing breasts and her nipple centers the size of the end of her little finger. They hardened and grew bigger when she was aroused. Her stomach was flat. Her legs were thin, but nicely shaped. Her butt still had a nice curve to it. She was as perfect as can be and had every right to be proud of herself.
Jeanette was coming over with her parents and Priscilla looked forward to playing with her cousin's body. Priscilla bathe and put on her cologne. She put clean sheets on her parent's bed where she and Jeanette would play their sex games. She made sure the batteries in her dildo were fresh. She set up four folding chairs for her parents, and aunt and uncle could sit. "You need one more," Her mother advised. She looked at her mother inquisitively. "We have a special guest coming."
"Who, mother?"
"You'll see," was all her mother would say on the subject.
The special guest was Mr. Morgan. Priscilla was glad it was him and put on an extra special show just for him. She experienced one of her best orgasms. After their little sex show Ann invited Mr. Morgan into the kitchen with Priscilla. "I understand you took a sexual interest in my daughter. That surprised me; I didn't take you to be the kind that found preteen children sexually enticing."
"You are right about that. I prefer my women to be about my age or a little younger. I never had any sexual inclination toward girls your daughter's age until I saw Priscilla the day I came down for the rent. She is very pretty, has a nice figure for a twelve-year-old, and, don't take the wrong meaning on this, I find her very sexy. Perhaps a better term would be sexually arousing. She is quite the unusual girl in her enjoyment of sex at such a young age."
To her daughter Ann said, "And you young lady, do you want to get sexually involved with a man your father's age. I am pretty sure he won't be riding his bike with you over hill and dale. That won't be a dildo he uses on you like Jeanette, but the real thing. You will be losing what little virginity you have left." Ann turned back to Mr. Morgan, "The one thing I do ask is that you proceed at her pace. Please don't force her to do anything she doesn't want."
"Of course I wouldn't. So Priscilla, what do you want to do?"
"Can we just fool around and touch each other? I don't know that I am ready to go all the way."
"If that is what you want, that is what we will do." Mr. Morgan said.
Ann said, "Go find Jeanette and play. I want to have a few words with Mr. Morgan." After Priscilla left Ann said, "She is quite sexually precocious, but in many other ways she is just an average twelve-year-old. You need to keep that in mind. You can't just use her and set her aside. Do you understand where I am coming from?"
"You strike me as a very open sexually liberal person when it comes to your daughter, but also one who is concerned for her welfare and well being. Believe me; I will take good care of her."
Priscilla went up to his penthouse on Saturday as usual and immediately got to work cleaning his apartment. He had to laugh at himself, he had a string of women available for his sexual enjoyment and he had absolutely no idea how to seduce a twelve-year-old, not even one who wanted it. He did nothing while she was there except admire her trim figure. In the afternoon he finally got an idea. He called down to their apartment and Ann picked up the phone. "Do you think Priscilla could spend the night with me?" he asked.
"That is fine with me, let me ask Priscilla. Hold on." He heard the clunk of the receiver on a hard surface and waited.
When she told Priscilla about Mr. Morgan invitation she broke into a huge smile. "I have been thinking and I decided to go all the way with him," Priscilla told her mother.
A few moments later Ann was back on the phone and relayed Priscilla's decision. "Remember what I said earlier, if she changes her mind don't force her."
"I give my word on my mother's grave that I would never do anything she doesn't want me to do," he responded.
"Thank you for that assurance. Also, Priscilla would like to know what time you want her to be there?"
"What ever time is convenient for her."
That evening he kept looking at the clock. Time seemed to drag. He was fidgety. He could not believe he was that nervous about having sex with a preteen. That afternoon he had gone out and bought half dozen different snacks and a half dozen different soft drinks not knowing what she liked. When he got back home he changed the sheets on the bed and sprayed the room with deodorizer. After supper he took a long shower paying particular attention to the cleanliness of his genitals and buttocks. He shaved for the second time that day and put on an expensive after shave. He brushed his teeth and used a mouthwash. He applied deodorant and used a body spray. He even touched up a few strands of gray with a hair dye. He put on the joke underwear he got from a friend, the one with all the smiley faces on it. He hoped she liked it, hoped it made him seem younger than he was. Not wanting to seem to forward, he put on a shirt and dress slacks. He didn't do half that shit for any other date. As eager as he was for her arrival he jumped when he heard the ding of the elevator. She stepped from the elevator and for a moment he was disappointed, instead of a thong she was wearing panties, and then he saw, OMG, they were crotchless. An inverted vee started at the waist band and continued down her lower stomach showing more and more flesh. By the time the open vee got to her mons it was completely uncovered. Her puffy outer lips were left completely naked while the panties continued a short distance down each leg.
They sat and watched a movie on TV. Mr. Morgan still wasn't sure how to seduce a twelve-year-old. He petted her thigh, running his hand up and down the soft flesh, but reversed direction every time his index finger touched the hem of her silk crotchless panties. He stared at her slit, but couldn't bring himself to touch it; so close yet it felt like it would take extraordinary effort to go there. She was perfectly happy to sit, sip her cola, munch her corn chips, and watch the movie. When the movie ended he suggested they go to bed. She answered with a sprightly, "Okay," as if it were the most natural thing to go to bed with a man three times her age.
Priscilla stood next to the bed and removed her panties. Mr. Morgan slowly took off his clothes and carefully hung them on a valet stand, stalling for time and at the same time cussing himself out for being so unnerved by a little girl. His cock had other ideas; it sprung to full attention as soon as it was released from the confines of his underwear. Compared in size, Priscilla found it to be bigger and fatter then her daddy's and a nice shade of reddish pink. They crawled into bed. She spooned up against him with her round butt pushed against his lower stomach. She reached between her legs and pulled his cock forward and up against her pussy lips, and then she clamped her legs down holding it in place. She took his free hand and placed it over the mound of her small breast. Mr. Morgan was glad she took the lead and finally got things moving. After that he had no trouble kissing the top of her head and playing with her titty. At the same time she played with his knob that stuck out from between her legs. He basked in her aroma a mixture of hair shampoo, soap and an odor emanating from her pussyplayland, unlike other women it was a sweet smell. That is how he liked to think about women's sex, pussy-play-land. It had other uses, but he believed it was there mainly for the pleasure of man and woman. He let his hand slide down her body until it met the tangle of her pubic hair. His finger searched and found the opening to her sex. She pinched and rubbed his glans. His finger pushed into her slit and rode over the ridge of her hood and then dropped off deeper into her vulva. Her fingers and his glans got wet and slippery and she knew he seeped precum. He found the small, hard nodule of her clitoris. She moaned a melodic tone the likes of which he never heard from a woman before. She started to move away and he went to grab her thinking she was fleeing when he realized she was only moving so his cock could slid into the sheath of her warm, moist tunnel. She was tight and it felt good. He held her by her hips and seesawed in and out until he stopped breathing, his whole body went rigid, and his cock burst forth with semen. He continued riding her until she too had a climax. He could not believe how good it felt to be fucking a twelve-year-old.
He lay next to her panting. He wanted to ask, "Was as good for you as it was for me?" But he realized how corny it sounded. Then he thought of saying, "I love you," because he had strong feelings toward her, but what the hell was he thinking; she was twelve and he was almost thirty-seven. He said nothing. He just squeezed her hand and she squeezed back. She stayed the night. In the morning he made breakfast while only wearing his smiley face underwear. He asked her if she was okay, hoping he didn't hurt her with his adult sized cock in her child sized vagina. After hearing she was fine he thanked her for spending the night.
"It was my pleasure," she said.
"No, it was my fucking pleasure!" he wanted to shout. Instead he said, "I hope we can do this again."
She answered "I don't see why not."
His heart sang.
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