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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 Giving (Jennifer) ==
Timeline: January 30, 2006
After being gone most of the weekend, Jenn called me at 7:45 Monday morning to
say she'd be over right after school - not even going home first! Couldn't say
no to that. And waking up to her voice was a treat! Like a damn school kid my
heart skips a beat when I hear her. I feel ridiculous, but it feels great at
the same time. 3:00 couldn't come fast enough!
By the time her bus dropped her off at the corner and she ran to my house it
was close to 3:30. She didn't even knock, she just came right on in loudly
proclaiming "I'm here! Hello!!" I got up to meet her and only got halfway
there when she flew right into my arms, head against my chest and saying again,
"Hiiii! ". Big smile on her face. She is so damn beautiful. I kissed the top
of her head and told her how much I missed her. We went back to the kitchen
where she took off her coat, and we sat for a few minutes talking more about
her weekend - this time without the interruption of any other LG's.
She did ask more about Renee. I told her she was a girl I'd known since birth
and because of that we were pretty close, and she's gets a little possessive of
me sometimes. Jenn looks at me and teases me saying, "So she's next in line
after me, eh?" I knew she wasn't serious, and I said, "For sure - when you�re
done with me Renee will be right behind ya."
"Well she's gonna wait a loooong time", she said, giving me a cute teasing look.
After shootin' the breeze awhile I asked her if she wanted to down into the
studio. She said no with a little shake of her head, which made me curious.
She didn't want to "do it" today after our long weekend apart? Her face got
serious, and she said:
"I wanna make love to you (she didn't say "fuck", or "have sex", or even the
usual "do it". She said "m-a-k-e l-o-v-e"), and I wanna do it in the bed like
we did the first time." She said it deliberately and clearly. "I wanna make
love to you". I was intrigued. And touched. And for some reason it made me
feel old. That's a weird one, but true.
"Make... love??", I responded, emphasizing the words on purpose. I chuckled
just a little. "Where did that come from? You never say that."
She grinned, even blushed slightly, and looked down at the table saying, "Well
maybe that's what I wanna do - make love."
"Isn't that we've BEEN doing", I asked her quizzically.
"Yeeaahhh... but... I dunno... I saw a thing on sex TV about it. They say
'making love'. And when you make love it's, like, when two people share how
they feel... not just.. 'doing it'. Know what I mean?� She was trying to
explain what she had learned but not remembering exactly how they had put it.
"I know what you mean", I said. "So it's the guest room today?"
"It has to be. It'll be perfect then." I was definitely intrigued. She had
something in mind, I could tell, but I wasn't sure what it could be. she
didn't come in with a bag of "toys" or anything, so... ??
I stood up and held out my hand for her to take it, and said, "Let's go in and
see what this making love stuff is all about then. I'm curious."
As soon as we entered the room she said, "Okay, I wanna do something. You sit
on the bed, right there on the edge of it, and let me... do something." Okay,
now I was MORE than intrigued. I wondered if I should be getting nervous.
Once I sat down, she stood in front of me and looked at me for a couple seconds.
She gently pushed my legs apart so she could move in closer to me, and without
saying a word she started unbuttoning my shirt; slowly, calmly. I was
immediately captured by this moment. She looked so serious as she watched her
own hands methodically slipping each button through the holes. Once in awhile
she'd look at me with a hint of a smile, and I could see a different look in
her eyes. The uncertainty was gone, replaced with a confident gaze that said
"I know you and trust you". And I looked at her constantly, watching the
subtle changes in her face and expression as she worked her way down my shirt.
Halfway down she got on her knees to finish. I reached out to stroke her hair
but she stopped me, saying, "Ah ah! Don't touch". Wow. I started to realize
that this was going to be an interesting time indeed.
When my shirt was fully unbuttoned, she opened it to get a full view of me, and
placed an open hand on my chest, gently rubbing - no - caressing me, feeling my
hair between her fingers, looking at it with this strange pleasant look on her
face. It was, again, intriguing. Then she slipped my shirt off my shoulders,
putting it at the foot of the bed.
"You're a little fat there", she teased, poking me in the belly like I was the
Pillsbury Dough Boy.
"Thank you. That's just what I was waiting to hear", and we both chuckled over
that.
She continued by running her hands lightly over my upper body and shoulders,
and down my arms, kissing me here and there, including my neck and chest. The
soft touch of her hands on my skin like that was amazing; so loving, so gentle.
She seemed to be taking the time to discover me physically. And I have to
admit, our previous encounters didn't leave much time for this kind of
discovery. Even though our bodies got to know each other, *WE* didn't get to
know our bodies. Jennifer was getting to know me. She WANTED to know me. She
was accepting me.
I tried again to do something myself, grasping her upper arms and leaning
forward to kiss her. "No", was all she said, and I backed off, and didn't try
anything again until she let me know it was time. By this time I was also hard
as steel. When I made the necessary adjustment she giggled knowingly. It was
only a minute or so later that she reached for my belt, and then to unbutton my
jeans, then unzip them. She put her face down to my hard member that was still
under my briefs, and nuzzled me there for a few seconds. Before she lifted her
head back up she gave my cock a playful bite through my underwear. Dayum!
She then had me lift up from the bed just enough so she could get my jeans and
underwear off. When they were all the way off, she looked at my hard cock
standing at full attention and went, "mmmmmmm", as one would when looking at a
plate of their favorite food. And she moved to take the head of it into her
mouth and lick all around it, and then took more of my length into her mouth,
moving up and down my shaft, although still not able to take all of me, but
that didn't matter. I just loved the feeling of her lips and tongue all around
me like that, her teeth lightly scraping me now and then. she didn't stay
there a long time, however, just enough for a tease.
Then she got up and gave me a quick kiss, moved away a few inches, and said,
"How does it feel to have me take your clothes off like that?"
"It's wonderful", I said. "That was great!"
"Yeah", she said, "That's how I feel when you do that to me."
And I understood, at least partly, why she had done this. But she had done it
much more sensually and lovingly than I had with her. Not that she was trying
to tell me to be more loving with her, she just doing what she felt. I'm glad
she felt that way.
Then she started taking off her own clothes - not quite as slowly and sensually,
but it was really hot to see her doing it. It reminded me of our very first
time on the couch together, the night I went down on her and she was afraid to
"go all the way". She had taken her own clothes off that first time, too
(well, her pants and panties anyway), and I remember really liking the sight of
that. Now she was doing it again. Not as hastily as the first time, and not as
slowly as she just did to me. It was in between; relaxed and calm. She was
totally comfortable with me now. No anxiety.
But she only unbuttoned her shirt, leaving her bra clasped, and only opened her
jeans. "The rest", she said, "is your job". Man, it was all I could to not
rip the threads off her sexy frame and take her right there on the floor where
she knelt. But of course I wasn't going to do that. This wasn't a time of
primal passion, it was a time of human love. And I decided in an instant how
it was gonna play out. This was a dream moment that I had only fantasized
about - with *any* girl - and I wanted to do it with Jenn the way I had always
thought it would be.
I got down on my knees with her (which is usually a bad idea at my age), and I
started with a kiss on the forehead, a stroke of her hair and down her face to
hold her chin between my thumb and forefinger, and a light kiss on her lips. I
looked straight into her eyes and told her I love her. The way the corners of
her mouth turned up ever so slightly when I said that to her was pure gold to
me. She said, "I love you too". And I slipped her shirt off, exposing all of
her upper body, except for those soft, young breasts. Her breathing was
already beginning to change. Her flat tummy was so inviting to my kisses, but
I couldn't go there just yet.
I reached around to unclasp her bra from the back. Whether she wore a
rear-clasping bra this time intentionally or not, it was perfect because it
gave me the chance to have my arms around her, having to get a little closer
to get it off. As I did so, she bent down and kissed my chest. I wanted to
melt. Her bra came off, and I gazed at her developing mounds, slightly flushed
already, her nipples standing erect and waiting for my touch; but not yet.
I put one hand behind her head and leaned in to kiss her. I kissed her with
slow, brief kisses on her lips and around her mouth, feeling the softness of
her face with each touch. She let out a whispery moan as I kissed her like
that. I lowered my hand that was cradling her head and rubbed her back a
little, which made her arch toward me, making her 12yo breasts touch my chest
ever so slightly; her nipples felt so good brushing up against me like that.
We kissed there in that position for a time, absorbing the feelings that passed
between us as we did so. Then, letting go of the kiss, I stood up, holding her
upper arms to raised her up with me. Then I wrapped myself around her and
buried my face in her neck, kissing her passionately, and little nibbles,
making her really moan and squirm against me. She still had pants on, but that
was about to change.
While we stood there, I slid my hands downward between her pants and her hips,
and started pushing them off her, at the same time bringing my hands around to
feel her little girl behind rubbing and kneading her flesh as her jeans and
panties slipped down around her. She stepped out of them, leaving her
completely naked before me. A brief gaze at her perfection, and I pulled her
in to hold her tightly against me, and just enjoyed the feel of her skin
against mine, slowly caressing her body and exploring every curve and rise.
We didn't kiss, we just held each other for a minute or so as I caressed her,
and she pressed her tummy against my hardness, making me groan a little. This
girl is 12 years old, and as sexy and erotic as any woman could dream of being.
I wanted to know her. I wanted us to know each other... ...
Next, I moved her around so I could have her sit on the bed, and then lay her
down carefully. She asked me, "Do we have to use a condom this time?" I told
her we shouldn't need to since she had just recently finished her period, and
the chances of her getting pregnant were very slim for the next few days. She
asked if I was sure, and I said nothing is 100% sure when it come to things
like that, but right now is about as sure as it can get; and she said "Okay".
Seeing her lying there like she was, all I could do - all I wanted to do at the
moment - was just look at her slim, youthful figure; how her hips haven't yet
filled out to what they someday will be; how her legs gracefully extended from
her body, and how smooth her shoulders are, and how her hair falls around her
when she lies down. I took some of that hair in my hands and let it fall
through my fingers like you would sand on a beach, and was awestruck at how
beautiful she looked to me right then. She doesn't have the face of a model,
and some people might say she's fairly average looking, but at this moment she
possessed a beauty that no model could hope to attain.
I sat on the edge of the bed again, turned in toward her, and ran my hand over
her body as she had done with me earlier. I focused on the feel of her young
skin, and tried to memorize every curve and contour as I moved down to her
hips, and across her pubic area, and back up her nice flat tummy, up between
her tiny breasts, over and around her nipples.
I bent down to kiss her neck, and as she made quiet little sounds of pleasure
in her throat, I continued plant slow, affectionate kisses all over from her
neck to her shoulders, and down to her chest, where I could no longer delay
feeling her breasts under my lips. As soon as I cupped my mouth over one of
them, and tasted her nipple, she let out a hard gasp. Man, she's a livewire
when it comes to having her little buds played with. I spent some time there
with both of them, just devouring her chest and sending her into another world
it seemed. I was holding her upper body, and her hips and legs were moving a
lot as I pleasured her up above. The moans and other sounds from her throat
were very much turning me on.
She moved over a bit so I could lay down with her, but as soon as I did she
turned over to sort of half lay on top of me. Her body was lying against my
right side, and she gave me a tongue-filled kiss that definitely, not doubt
about it, surpassed any that Holly ever gave me. Or maybe it just seemed
like that because I love this girl, and her kisses mean more now. No matter,
the kiss was mind-blowing. She kept her tongue relaxed and soft while it moved
around, and as my tongue felt hers, it was very much like the way her pussy
feels under my tongue. Fuck, Jennifer can kiss!! But still, this was more like
a kiss of love than pure sexual passion. The way she held my face as she
kissed me, and the way she made sure that I was pleased with it... I didn't
think it was possible, but she was actually radiating love from herself to me.
I could feel it. She was saying 'I love you' without verbalizing it. And I
hoped I was doing or could do the same for her, because I felt more in love
with her at this moment than ever before.
She was creating love between us; quite literally "making" love.
I turned to lie on my side so that we were now both facing each other like
that. She reached down and began stroking my hard member, easily and slowly,
gradually increasing the rate at which she moved her hand up and down my shaft.
She did that for a minute or so, and then very gently - as if she knew it was
a sensitive area, although I've never told her about it - she fondled my balls,
rubbing them and holding them in her hand, getting to know them while learning
how to make me feel good there. The sensations flowing through me by now were
incredible! I was getting lost in her touch and smell. She started kissing
and doing my nipples as I had done hers so many times before. OMG, the
sensations! I've had my nipples done before, but Jennifer somehow knew what to
do to make it better than it's ever been. She was loving me. Don't get it
wrong, she was also getting EXTREMELY turned on knowing how much she was
pleasing me.
She started to ease back a little and slow down with her foreplay, and
eventually turned over to be flat on her back, legs spread just a touch,
panting and breathing a little harder than usual. She reached over and grabbed
my cock and tugged in her direction as if to say "do me now or forever hold
your peace". So I move to get on top of her, and she opened her legs to let
me in. I was getting the head of my cock in position, and I touched it to the
outside of her peach, and started pressing inward.
"Stop!", she suddenly blurted.
"What??"
"Stop. Just... stop."
"Wh... what's wrong?" I didn't quite know what was going on. Had she heard
someone at the door? Did a phone ring? WHAT??? And she was looking at me
quite seriously, with a hint of worry. I swallowed hard and moved out of my
position to show her that I was willing to comply, a few short circuits going
off in my head.
"No problem", I said. "If you want to stop, we'll stop." And I went back to
laying on my side, propped up on one elbow, and watched her eyes. She just
looked back at me, both of us in silence. I didn't know if this was a test or
if she really meant it, but my word is my word. And she looked a bit nervous
or something; maybe afraid I'd be mad for making me stop like that (it was, to
say the least, a bit annoying - but it's not about me, is it?).
All I could think to do at that point was to love her, and love her for who she
is and what she wants. I touched her face and stroked the side of her head, and
told her it's okay.
"Really?", she said, still not putting on the happy, relaxed face I'd seen
earlier.
"Really", I answered, and looked at her right the eye when I said it. I know
she searches me through my eyes, and I wanted her to search me now to see that
I meant it. And I did! As much as it was driving me batty, I meant it. "And
don't worry that I'll be mad at you. It looks like you might be worried about
that... or something else, I'm not sure."
"I can't believe you really stopped", she said, hers eyes a little wide. "I
was afraid you wouldn't." She was looking right into me at this point, and a
few seconds later she said, "What would do if I told you we couldn't have sex
anymore? Like, going all the way I mean."
"Jenn, I wouldn't make you do ANYthing that you don't want to do. I LOVE you.
I want you to feel safe with me. And if I didn't listen when you say Stop, or
No or whatever - in ANY situation we're in - then you could never feel safe
with me. And that's no way to love someone. And I'll tell you right here,
right now, that we don't have to have sex to be together. We can cut it out all
together, or take it to the point just before "doing it", as we did just now.
That's not as important to me as it is to simply be with you. Remember I said
that to you that first night I walked you home?"
"You might've been just saying that", she admitted.
"Yeah, I know. You have no way of knowing. But I meant it and I still mean
it. The thing is, It's *YOU* that keeps me here. YOU. Not the sex. I do
love making love to you, Jennifer, but if you're not comfortable with it, if you
don't want to "go all the way" - that's fine."
"Then if you want sex and I don't?"
I grinned and said, "Don't forget, I'm married. My wife can take care me that
way." It seemed like she had almost forgotten that part of it, and her
expression relaxed a little.
"You can only make love to your wife and to me", she said to me quite seriously.
My pedo life flashed before my eyes, but I was hooked on this girl so much that
I would willingly take a vow of pedo celibacy for her. I wanted to give Jenn
the best of me, and she would have it. "You CAN'T be with Holly", she firmly
and almost angrily stated, and her eyes got watery, which affected me similarly.
"I promise you. No Holly. No friendship kisses, no hugs... I won't touch
her, period. I promise." And I felt like crying, realizing how deeply Jennifer
must have been hurt by that whole situation - especially finding out that we
really had been together sexually. "I'm sorry", I barely got out, "I really
am." And she could only look down and nod.
She leaned her head on me for a little while as we both laid there in silence.
After awhile she noticed that I had gone limp down below, and was amazed at how
small it gets in that state. I then realized that she had never seen it soft
before! So this was a new thing for her. And she said, "I'm gonna have to do
something about THAT! And she went down there and put my totally limp penis in
her mouth, and worked it back to life. OMG! Now THAT was a new sensation to
ME! YOWSAH! I would do it again if I could keep from getting hard as I
undress her. LOL
We began rebuilding the foreplay, and it wasn't long before we arrived at where
we left off. Only this time, she had me on my back, and she climbed on top of
me, her thoroughly sopping wet pussy pressing against my rejuvenated cock while
she lay down on my chest, kissing me all over and exciting me with her
experimentations of what she had seen on sex TV. The feeling of her thighs
against my hips while she sat on me was exquisite. A little 12yo girl mauling
me is just heavenly. I wanted her to keep going and never stop. I love how
she feels. I love how her hair falls around my face as she kisses me, and how
her hair brushes against me as she moves around to other parts of my body,
licking me and kissing, sometimes giving me little bites - all these little
things seen on sex TV. Wow!
All the while I was touching her, too, getting her worked up by fingering her
little pussy a lot, and taking my wet fingers and rubbing her nipples with them
and them sucking them, tasting her sweet nectar from there. She would sit down
with her full weight on my cock, sliding her soaked slit along the length of it.
Once, she lifted her peach from me, ran her hand up and down my shaft, then
presented her juicy hand for me to suck and lick it all off. Fuck, what a
taste, what a treat! We were lost in the most intense and love-filled foreplay
I've ever known! We shared our bodies completely. She was actually worked up
to the point of moaning and grunting no matter was happening. She even said
her whole body felt like it was cumming and cumming but never quite reaching
the top. I wasn't even inside her yet!
Suddenly she slowed down again, breathing quite heavily, both of us sweating,
and she said, "Now... I am going to love you".
As she stayed there laying on me, she propped herself up enough to be able to
position herself in the right spot where she could take my cock in her hand,
and place it at the entrance of her vagina. She told me to be still, and while
continuing to lean forward, almost laying on me, and fumbling a little, being
inexperienced at doing it this way, she got the tip of me started on its way
into her. Then, letting go of me down there she slowly and very smoothly
pushed herself back against me, my cock sliding up into her, her muscles in
small spasms already, which REALLY was hard to ignore in order to not cum right
away. When she had me all the way in, every inch of me, she stopped. We lay
there as one for maybe 20 or 30 seconds, not moving. Except for her vagina,
which kept twitching inside; pure fucking torture (no play on words intended).
Then, she started moving, letting my cock out a few inches, slowly, and then
back in again, slowly. I shuddered. The amazing feeling of a slow fuck sent
new feelings through me. I felt my eyes widen and my jaw drop a little at this
new sensation. Jennifer kept it slow, and I started moving with her - slowly.
I told her I was going to cum very soon if we kept that up. She said she knew
that, and stopped again. HOLY FUCK she was doing to ME what I had done to
HER!! Build it up, cool it down, build it up, cool it down. Damn!
"So this is what it's like to be in love", she said, answering her own question
to me a few weeks ago during that first time I walked her home. We kept up
this slow lovemaking, looking directly into each other's eyes the whole time.
We were connecting again. Connecting very deeply. I thought of the bonfire.
And it's very, very spooky, but I think she thought of it at the same time, and
KNEW I was thinking, because she smiled a little and said, "I remember it, too".
I was totally and completely overwhelmed with emotions and feelings at that
moment. She had been loving me while holding herself up with her arms, but now
I took her and held her to my chest as we moved there as one.
The movements became quicker now, and each push into Jenn's body had a little
more strength to it. Jenn was whimpering, and having these barely noticeable
jerks and shivers go through her. I was starting to feel an odd floating type
feeling. Jenn humped me a little more aggressively now, and just before
everything exploded we had gotten to a point where I was no longer moving in
and out of her. We were simply there with my cock all the way into her, with
her pushing against me and me pushing into her, holding that position with each
other and merely moving our hips, mashing into each other. And then she began
to cry out as her orgasm began. Mine, too. All I felt was nothingness around
me, no bed, no room, not anything, my groin experiencing huge waves of pleasure
that dispersed all through my body. Jennifer was tightly clutching the back of
my head with one hand and squeezing my shoulder with the other as she
repeatedly and loudly cried "ahhhh".... "ahhhh".... "ahhhh".... into my chest.
She came and came, rocking me as her vagina spasmed over and over again,
milking me dry as I poured buckets of hot sperm into her waiting willing
vagina. She lifted herself slightly and yelled into the air "yeeaaahhh..."
"yeeaaahhh..." "OHHHHHHhhhhh..." (short staccato intakes of breath)
"OHHHHHHhhhhh...". There was no world anymore. Just us. Until our orgasms
started subsiding...
We laid there as our breathing slowly returned to normal, and I could feel both
our hearts beating as she remained limp on my chest. Our sweat mixed between
us, and once in awhile her vagina would twitch. I was feeling so much love for
her right then. It was beyond description. As I slowly went soft again it
eventually dropped out of her, and some of my cum with it. She still felt good
to hold. I wanted to hold her there forever, and tell the world to leave us
alone while we love.
It took a few minutes, but we managed to get ourselves up and out of the bed,
but not without a few extra kisses and touching each other. It didn't matter
where we touched. It was all good. ...I had to strip the bed and put fresh
sheets on it, of course, and put the used sheets in the washer right away to
get them washed and dried before my wife came home. Both of us, our legs were
shaky. Is it any wonder? We sat on the fresh bed for a couple minutes. I held
her hand as she leaned on me, her head on my shoulder. My sweet little girl.
"I'm gonna love you for a long time, Jennifer. No way around it now."
With her head still on my shoulder she said, "I want to marry you someday. When
I'm 16. Seriously." I just said I know, and didn't want to get into all the
reasons why it's not likely to happen. But I was thinking about it. The way
things are going, you never can tell.