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(Mf, cons, ped)
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--- INTRODUCTION ---
Please read before going further so you have a basic background of the story.
You are about to read the rough draft of an excerpt from a novel I'm writing.
It tells of my experiences with two young girls, Holly and Jennifer, who I met
after moving into my neighborhood. Holly is 13, and Jennifer is 12.
If you want to read the full story of how we met, and the events leading up to
this chapter, go to https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/ajhill/www/index.htm to
read the novel (as much as I've written so far).
== The Woman Inside the Child ==
Timeline: January 24, 2006
Today there was no school because of a snowstorm. Jennifer called me at 8:30 am
to tell me she wanted to spend the whole afternoon AND evening with me. I
chuckled and said, "Don't you have any friends, other than Holly? Wouldn't you
rather spend a day off from school with them?" Not that I didn't WANT to spend
a whole day and evening with Jenn, but I didn't want her to overdose on my
affection.
She giggled and said, "Yeeeaah, but I see them at school all the time or when
I'm not at your house. It's our chance for us to be together ALL DAY! Don't you
wanna see me before tonight??" Well, who am I to argue with such perfect logic?
So I told her it was no problem, I would just take a day off work. She said
she'd be over around 12:30/1:00.
When she got here I was out shovelling the driveway, almost finished. We talked
while I worked, and she got feisty and got me good with a few snowballs. After
the third one hit me right on the neck and half of it went down my back - under
my shirt - I scooped up a handful of snow and got her back! Twice! So we waged
war on each other, and ended up calling a truce. Her hair was full of snow. My
cap was laying in the snow, and I was the only one out of breath from the
workout. She was still ready to rumble. So I suggested we build a snowman, and
she yelped "Cool!", and so that's what we did for the next 30 minutes or so.
Not without a couple brief breakdowns of the truce, though. I finally took both
my hands and scooped up a bunch of loose snow and doused her head with it.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! THAT'S COOOOOOOLLLLLLDDDD!" she yelled as it went
down HER back.
We finished the snowman. I went in to get my camera, and when I came back out
Jenn was climbing the snowman to get her picture taken hugging it. Well... you
don't climb a snowman to hug it. When she put her arms around the snowman's
neck, the head toppled off, which surprised her and she fell forward a little,
which upset the rest of the snowman, and it all came crumbling down. Jenn lay
there in the middle of a decapitated and crushed snowman laughing her ass off.
I'm standing there dumbstruck and hoping she was okay - which she was obviously.
Never took a picture. She's usually very camera shy and doesn't want her
picture taken, but I guess she was ready for one with the snowman - but not
after it fell.
We went into the house soon after, and I fixed up some nice hot chocolate. I
thought to myself how this was becoming the perfect winter day with my girl.
It felt great! We sat at the table and sipped our chocolate, and small-talked
about school and stuff. It would've been nice to go somewhere like the mall,
but the roads were still messy with snow and ice. I don't like driving any
distance on roads like that. So we hung out and worked on my massive jigsaw
puzzle for a while, and when we got tired of that we were both actually a
little sleepy. I grab a quick nap in the afternoon a lot, and when I mentioned
that she said, "So let's have a nap!"
"And where do you propose we have this nap?", I asked, wondering to myself if
this was a good idea or not, in the middle of the day.
She looked at me as if to say "duhhh", and said. "The guest room maybe?" I
checked the time; 3:25. My wife wouldn't be home for a few more hours. Not
likely there'd be anyone coming to the house on a day like this. Not expecting
any deliveries... I was trying to both justify a reason not to do it and find
a reason it was okay to do it. I decided it was okay. I knew I would decide
that anyway; just had to make sure.
So we went into the guest room and laid down together - not getting under the
sheets. I was laying on my back, and she snuggled close to me on her side,
using my chest for a pillow, and her arm across my stomach, hugging me that
way. I can't even begin to describe the feeling of having her there with me
like that. It wasn't sexual (well, maybe a teensy bit), it was just a wonderful
feeling of closeness and... and... whatever these feelings were, that's what it
was. I never felt like that before with any girl or woman. And we drifted off
together like that. I think I had the best nap ever. The rhythm of her
breathing with mine... the smell of her hair as she lay there on my chest...
The feeling of holding her... the way we "fit" together. Jennifer, you've
stolen the heart of a 45-year old man. Please don't give it back.
~
We woke up in a nearly dark room. It was 5:12pm. We had slept more 1 1/2 hours!
No problem, though. My wife doesn't get home until after 6. Jenn was a little
cold from sleeping without a blanket or anything over her. So was I, actually.
So we stayed there in the darkening room, enjoyed some cuddles and kisses to
warm each other up, but nothing beyond that. I'm telling you, her lips are so
soft and sweet. To see her face moving close to mine, her hair falling to
envelope us in our own private canopy, and to feel her lips gently press
against mine, slightly parted... no tongue necessary for these kinds of kisses.
She just puts so much love into them as they are. I melt every time. We got
warm pretty fast that way, I must say. And of course it wasn't long before
nature wanted to take its course and move beyond the kissing and cuddling. The
kisses got increasingly passionate, we held each other a little tighter, and
the tongues started reaching for each other.
She stopped it. I was about to anyway (really, I was), but I was surprised that
she was the one to make that move. But I'm glad she did. It told me that she
was capable of making these kinds of decisions. Our little talks about how to
handle things were actually sinking in. This is good! When she stopped it by
pulling away from a VERY HOT KISS, we kinda looked at each other with a
wow-what-I'd-like-to-do-to-you-right-now look. She bit her lower lip like she
does when she's really turned on, and slipped herself off me and started
getting out of the bed. I did a major perv on her body as she got up. The way
she had to move and squirm a little to climb over me to get out of the bed.
(she could've gotten out the other way, but she didn't ) I was still laying
there when she turned on the light, and she saw the bulge in my pants, and the
barely audible words "holy fuck' fell out of her mouth before she could stop
them. I laughed and figured I better get up before all decisions were reversed
- and they could easily have been!
I wasn't sure what we could do with ourselves at that point. My wife would be
home in a little over an hour, so getting into anything that would take time
was out of the question. But Jenn said she thought she'd like to go home for
supper and come back. I was fine with that, so off she went.
My wife came home a few minutes early! 30 minutes to be exact, so Jenn wasn't
gone long when my wife walked in. She knew Jenn was coming over all day, and
wondered where she was, and I told her. She was slightly disappointed, thinking
she'd make supper for three people instead of the usual two. But it was okay.
And then she said she wasn't going out tonight because of the weather and the
roads were not that great still.
Jennifer returned around 6:30pm, just after I finished my supper. The evening
started off rather oddly, but there are too many details to go into right now
about that. Let's just say it all ended up good, and once things settled down
Jenn took me by the hand and led me to my studio, not saying a word. This time
SHE bolted the door. Looking thoughtful, standing there with her back against
the bolted door, she asked me: "How come you never had kids?" A rather odd
question at the moment.
"Just never happened", I said. "I've told you about that. Why are you asking
me this now?", I asked as I searched her eyes. Now her gaze was a little
distant, as if she was really mulling something over in her mind. Then looked
at me and said calmly:
"I'm going to have a baby for you".
I didn't know if she meant right now (in 9 months, that is ), or if she simply
wanted to have a baby for me. And I guess the look on my face told her that I
was wondering how she meant it.
"NOOOooo! I don't mean right now! I'm not pregnant, don't worry." The shit that
was racing down my intestinal tract stopped just short of filling my pants.
"Well then what DO you mean??", I urged her.
"I mean... someday. I want to have a baby someday, so why not with you?"
"You'll wait seven years to have a baby with me? A lot can change in seven
years."
"Two years", she said. "I'll be legal." [14 is the legal AoC in my country]
"We'll know each other well enough. Your wife doesn't have to know it's yours.
I thought about it a lot", she announced almost proudly, sure that she was
making a cool choice about her life.
"So why are you bringing it up right now - this moment - when I'd rather be
molesting you on the couch?" We both chuckled at that remark.
"I just wanted to say it. Let you know. When we're doing it I want you to think
about getting me pregnant someday."
"I don't know if that would help the mood, Jenn". Having a baby is serious
stuff. Me thinking about getting you pregnant... that's just... a little over
the top, don't you think?" I was really trying to figure out where this was
coming from. The evening had already been stressful enough, and now she's
talking about babies??? We sat down on the couch.
I talked to her about things like this, and how having children is a VERY
grown-up thing to do. It's not for wimps. And it's not for 12 or even 14-year
old girls. As much as having a child - my own child - would thrill me, it just
wouldn't be a responsible move for either of us to have her getting pregnant;
at least not in the next seven years. The ultimate expression of love is having
a chi...
...and then it hit me like a ton of bricks... she really does love me! She
loves me so much that she wants to have a baby with me!! That must be it.
I think I was witnessing the natural biological response to real love. She
wanted children with her lover. My god, this was unreal! And fantastic! ...and
so wrong!
She was snuggled into me there on the couch, and I held her there in silence as
I suppose both of us were thinking about this baby stuff. She raised her head
to look at me finally, and said, "Yeah, no sense talking about this now." And
she started unbuttoning her blouse (how quickly young people can change the
subject with no qualms about it).
It occurs to me that I hardly ever describe what she's wearing during our
visits. But just use your imagination. She has good taste; modest but sexy.
Sometimes the jeans are tight, sometimes they're looser. Her tops are always
quite nice - both in design and in perv-worthiness. Shows a bit of her belly
now & then - or not. It varies, but she always looks great in all respects.
Can't wait to see her summer attire. Oh, the possibilities...
Anyway, back to the story...
She started unbuttoning her blouse, and I watched as she removed it from her
young shoulders, lightly shaking her head to flip her hair back as she did it.
That is SO FINE! I reached over myself and unclasped her bra. That�s something
I love doing, taking the bra off. I do it moderately slow, savouring the soft,
smooth look of her skin, and the anticipation of ultimately exposing the small
mounds underneath the cloth. He bra is clasped in the front, so when I opened
it, before taking it all the way off, I lowered my head to the middle of her
chest that was in full view, and kissed it, and rubbed my face against it
gently, and got high off her little girl smell. Then I lifted the bra cups away
from her budding breasts, and as I slid it down her arms and it came completely
off, I kissed my way over to one of those precious gems until my lips came in
contact with her left nipple.
I placed my mouth right over her breast, and flicked its nipple with my tongue,
and she gasped, her hands holding my head and pressing me into her soft flesh.
She let herself fall backwards slowly onto the couch as I continued enjoying
her young, developing flesh. I moved from one to the other, each time bridging
the gap with kisses. When I was feeding on one breast, I was teasing the other
with my fingers. Pulling on them drove her crazy. She made her little moans and
gasps and vocalizations of pleasure. To me, the best part of having sex with my
girl is the foreplay. I love turning her on!
Next, I moved upward, kissing her neck and under her chin - just exploring and
enjoying every inch of her with my mouth. She was already squirming under me.
My clothes were still on, and her pants were still on. The feel of her little
gyrations told me I was shifting into the right gears. As I came around from
her neck to her face she turned her head to hungrily meet my mouth with hers,
and thrust her tongue into me with a passion I hadn't know in her before. She
might have surpassed Holly with this particular kiss. She fucked my mouth with
her tongue, emulating the fucking she wanted from me later. I sucked on it as
it moved in and out, and she was totally turned by that.
"Get your clothes off!", she suddenly broke free and demanded. No problem!
I sat up and pulled my t-shirt over my head. She lay there and pulled of her
jeans and panties. My hard cock breathed a sigh of relief when I took off my
pants, and she said "You're definitely fucking me in about two seconds".
"Not yet", I playfully said. She grunted in frustration.
My first tour of duty was to do some things I had read about at asstr-mirror.org. Not
that I needed lessons in having sex, but I can't always think of everything in
the heat of the moment. ASSTR burned some things into my brain though, and I
wanted to try out one or two of them on Jennifer.
I started at the upper inside of her right thigh, kissing and licking her baby
skin. Damn, her skin there is so soft and... so soft. I don't have time to get
out a thesaurus to describe "soft" in ten different ways. She just is! As I
teased her I ran my hand up and down her leg, and to her foot. I made my way
down her left leg with my lips, finally reaching her foot, and to her little
toes. I put one at a time in my mouth and sucked each one for a few seconds.
She clutched the couch. I put all of her toes in my mouth at once. She groaned
and whimpered as if to say "stop teasing me dammit!", moving her head from side
to side a couple times as she lay there with her eyes closed - enjoying what
I was doing to her. I have never done anything with toes before on any girl or
woman, so this was as new to me as it was her. That one story at ASSTR paid off.
When I was done with her toes, I made my way back up her legs, and kept going
to the area immediately surrounding the little mound of peach flesh that by now
was heavily aromatic with her girl juices. I ate around the outside with gentle
bites and licks, as if it was a real peach. Her juices squeezed out between
those lips as I ate. Fuck was she ever wet! I took my tongue, and relaxing it
so it was flat against her, I ran it up the front of her pussy slowly and
methodically, tasting the nectar that leaked out from her vagina. Two licks was
all she could stand, and I knew it, so as I was on the third lap upward, I
pushed my relaxed, flat tongue into her lips. They gave way so easily from
being so wet. They parted and my tongue came in contact with the inner lips and
juices that flowed there. She gasped in satisfaction that I was at last going
there. It wasn't long before I felt the soft hardness of her clit meeting my
tongue. She exhaled almost all the air that was in her lungs I'm sure, and her
whole boxy relaxed - I thought she had passed out! But it was just the initial
sensation that rushed through that made her react like that. I think it was a
much better reaction than the usual; so intense that her body didn't know what
to do with it.
I used the underside of my tongue to make downward strokes on her clit -
another technique from something else I had read recently. I couldn't see her
face, but I heard a very pleasurable sound escaping her mouth as her back
arched a little.
"That feels great!" she said. "Oh wow!" I used the underside of my tongue as
much as possible from that point on, tasting and savouring the smell of her,
drinking the musky sweetness that flowed from her.
When she wasn't humping my face, she was grinding herself into it. My arms
were against each hip as I played with her nipples while I licked her. The
gyrating, grinding motion of her hips against my arms turned me immensely.
I could tell when she was approaching an orgasm by the tremors in her body,
and she would start constricting her movements and stiffening. I stopped before
she could cum, though. And I would wait enough time for the feeling to ebb, and
then start again. She tasted so good. I enjoyed her like I would enjoy a real
piece of fruit, or an ice cream cone. When she started getting close a second
time, I backed off. I moved up to kiss her. With her half open eyes and flushed
body I dove into a kiss that mixed her peach juice and saliva together. It
might have been the first time she tasted herself, and I could tell that she
liked it. She reached down to position my cock at the entrance to her vagina,
and I pressed the tip of it against her for only a second or two, and backed
off. She made whimpering, almost begging sounds, and I whispered into her ear,
"Not yet".
And I went back down between her legs and again brought her to the edge of
cumming - but I had to stop there because I knew if I went any further she
would just cum whether I was touching her or not. I wanted to feel her biggest
orgasm while inside her this time. I moved up to where my achingly hard member
was in line with where I was licking just seconds before. I had not put on a
condom, but I wanted to feel her. I missed her the way she felt inside. I just
wanted to feel it again. So I pushed into her, feeling those young lips
enclose the head of my cock as I entered a world of super warm, wet sex that
literally caressed the length of me as I went in. She's so nice and tight; she
contracts her vaginal muscles around me - not sure if it's voluntary or not.
At this point she's quite still, I can only guess that she was focusing and
highly enjoying the feeling of me inside her - the real me. "I can tell the
difference", she said quietly, her eyes closed. "I love the feeling of you
inside me." I knew I couldn't stay in there long. I was ready to go any second.
But I was able to fuck her longer than I thought I could hold out for. And she
fucked me back. Her body moving under me in slow undulations; my cock buried
deep inside her right up to my root. I found that, for some reason, if I didn't
make such long strokes in and out of her, if I went all the way in and held it
there while she did most of the moving, I could hold out longer. But not a
whole lot longer. I knew I had to withdraw, and I told her so.
"Please!" she grabbed me, not wanting to lose the feeling. And trust me when I
say I could've been way too easily persuaded to stay there and finish as nature
intended. "Please stay in me", she pleaded. "Love me!"
"I do love you, Jenn. And that's why I have to do this. And I pulled out.
Quickly the condom went on, and quickly I was back again, but not before going
down on her one more time to bring her back up to speed. She pushed my face
into her as I licked, and she gyrated and humped and arched her back at times,
and was totally losing herself in the sensations that washed over her again and
again. She was close to an orgasm for the fourth time now. She had my hair
clenched firmly in her hands - she didn't know she was practically pulling it
out. For me, the completeness of feasting on her pussy, her thighs pressing the
sides of my head as she held it there, the smell, the taste... I could do that
forever. But she was almost going to cum again, gasping out short bursts of
"ohhh.. ohh.. ohhh..." A little girl making those kinds of noises is not easily
forgotten. Priceless!
For the final time I got up and entered her, now fully armoured against any
accidents, sliding my ready-to-burst cock into her. We both came almost
instantly. A few good thrusts into her, with my whole length inside her
contracting vagina, I embraced her, my hands up around the back of her
shoulders to give me leverage, and I held myself pressed against her clit;
and her gyrating did the rest. She threw her arms around me and her whole
body writhed and moved under me as she took in a huge breath as her orgasm
assaulted her young body. "ohhh myyy goddddddddddddd....!" she cried out.
"oh my goddddddd", she cried out again. This orgasm was lasting longer than
it ever had for her. Her fingers dug into my back very agressively as the
orgasm continued. I shot a very full load into the condom, and the possibility
of someday not needing one flashed through my mind as I came. She came down
slowly from her cum, her arms around me limp but still holding me. Eyes closed.
Breathing heavy and settling down little by little. Her hair was fairly damp
with sweat. Didn't say a word, just laid there letting it be.
As before, I had to pull out of her before I went soft and spilled semen into
her. She didn't move as I came out of her. I cleaned up a little while she laid
there, having fallen into a light sleep. When I carefully lifted her legs so I
could sit down and lay them back across my lap, she awoke with a little start,
then got up to snuggle with me there on the couch. My pants were back on, but
she was still naked, and we held each other there for a few minutes before she
got dressed. I caressed her beautiful legs, and traced my finger along her body
a few times, giving her goosebumps. She giggled.
I might add that all this time my wife was home. oops. She hadn't gone out as
usual because of bad weather. Good thing recording studios are soundproof.
Jennifer went home soon after, and I went back down to my studio and sat on the
couch for a while to contemplate my life as it now is. I don't know where this
is all going, but until I know, I'm going to enjoy what I have right here,
right now.
It could be gone in the blink of an eye.