Author: JojoMojo
Title: A Long Awaited Visit - 3 - A Morning To Remember
Part: 3
Universe:  A Long Awaited Visit
Summary: Hannah has to go with her parents and leave her recently reacquainted "friend" alone.  How does he fair by himself for the day?
Keywords: Mg, pedo, cons


A Long Awaited Visit -3- 
'A Morning to Remember'
   by JojoMojo  
     
(Mg, ped, cons)

The following is completely and without a doubt a fictional account, 100 percent fantasy. That said, as I write, I reflect on the things that I experienced as a child, what felt good and WHAT DID NOT. Ecstasy is what I'm interested in, extasy for all involved. 

Copyright ©2009 by the author

...continued from "A Long Awaited Visit"  You may want to read the first two installments.  Check my webpage:  http://www.asstr.org/~JojoMojo/



...Even with the pangs of guilt, the darkness combined with the long journey and I drifted off to sleep.  I slept soundly, an exhausted sleep with no dreams.  I was vaguely aware of household noises as Tom and Carol prepared to leave, but stayed in that nether world between wake and sleep, where sounds from the real world twined themselves into my dreams.  I could smell coffee; was aware of a hushed argument; someone being shushed;  footsteps on the stairs several times.  I think I heard the front door close quietly and car doors slam shut followed by tires crunching on gravel as the sound of the engine died away.  Then silence as I drifted back to into a full sleep.

I don't know how long I was asleep before I felt a puff of cool air on my chest and legs as the covers were slipped open.  Not fully awake, I sensed more than felt a warm body climb into bed, pull the covers up and spoon against me.  I almost subconciously wrapped my arm around the new arrival.  The morning darkness was telling me to sleep but my curiosity was pushing me awake when the smell of strawberries finally brought my eyes open.  There on my pillow was a tossle of blonde curls.  "Hannah?" I whispered.

"Shhhh, go back to sleep," came a whispered reply, "I promised Mom I'd let you sleep late and she'll kill me if she finds out I broke my promise.  I'm still sleepy anyway, so just snuggle me."

Now I was wider awake and paniced a little bit.  "Hannah, if your folks find you in my bed...," I whispered into the early morning darkness, struggling with my own desire for her to stay but wondering what they would think if they came up and found her in my bed.

She didn't even turn her head, just whispered from the pillow, "They left for the bike ride a half hour ago.  I cried until Mom agreed to let me stay, but she made me promise to leave you alone until you woke up.  I just couldn't stand laying there in my bed knowing you were over here."  With that, she pushed back against me, pulled my arm tighter around her making it clear that she was there to stay.

I decided not to resist and lay there holding her, feeling the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed; enjoying the strawberry smell of her hair and the softness of it againt my neck.  It wasn't long before I drifted back to sleep.  I awoke on my back to a room lit with morning sunlight streaming in the window and across the bed.  Hannah was on her side, embracing me with an arm across my chest and leg across my legs, breathing against my neck.  Her hair was glowing gold in the light, spread across her shoulder and arm.  I wanted to lay there like that forever.  Unfortunately, nature was calling pretty loudly.  

I worked carefully to extract myself from her grasp, eventually waking her as I slipped sideways to the edge of the bed.  She looked at me with sleepy blue eyes, grabbed my hand and asked where I was going.  I explained that unless she wanted to be lying in a wet bed, she needed to let me go.  She smiled, let go and said, "K."  

I took the time to relieve myself, wash my face and brush my teeth before returning to the room.  As soon as I appeared in the doorway, she hopped out of bed asking what took me so long.  She ran out and across the hall, returning to join me under the covers.  She resumed her position in my arm with her head on my shoulder, leg thrown across me.  Just as we settled in, she raised up and kissed me on the forehead saying "I felt you kiss me there last night before I fell asleep, this is payback."  Then she surprised me with a kiss on the lips.  Not a long, lingering, adult kind of kiss of course; a tight lipped, little girl kiss.  She giggled at my surprise and lay back down replacing her head on my shoulder.

We lay like that for a while, then she began to talk about school, friends, usual kid stuff and of course horses.  After a while she grew quiet, then began to tell me how hard it was for her after I left.  She even admitted to being mad at me sometimes thinking that maybe I had left because I was mad at her.  She said that was why she didn't come to the phone sometimes when her folks called me.  She said the worst part for her was trying to go to sleep, her voice trailing off as she remembered.  Then she giggled and said that she thought her parents were at their wit's end trying to get her to sleep.  They even tried to lay down with her after her bath, but she would have none of it.

"I knew that they wouldn't snuggle me like you did."  The thought of her potentially asking them to gave me a start.  My skin prickled as my mind wandered to the "What if's," only to be brought back as she continued. "Then one day, Daddy brought home Pikachu," she said matter of factly, as if I would understand immediately.

"Pikachu?"  I asked, not knowing what she was talking about.

"Yeah, from the Pokemon TV show," she said as if that would explain it.  "I really liked that show and my favorite of all the Pokemon was Pikachu (I vaguely remembered seeing a commercial for the show).  Daddy brought home a stuffed version of Pikachu and they made a big deal of it, even setting him a place at the table for dinner, right next to me. Daddy told me that Pikachu was here to help me fall asleep but if he wasn't able to help, he'd be sad and have to go away.  Well, I was so excited to have Pikachu, I decided that I would just hug him that first night and hold on tight so he wouldn't be sad.  And it worked, he did help me fall asleep. So that's how it started, me hugging him every night.  Then one night I found out by accident that he had special, ummm powers."  She stopped for a moment, then continued with a nervious giggle, "He's a good snuggler, but not as good as you, of course.  And, so he's been here ever since," she finshed with a smile, turning to look up at me.

I was still trying to figure out which cartoon figure was Pikachu and must have had a stupid look on my face, because she "harumphed" and hopped out of bed, disappering down the hall.  A moment later she reappeared with a yellow mouse looking stuffed animal that was probably almost as big as her when she first got him.  I'm not sure how I could have missed him in her room, but somehow I did.  She crawled back into bed, telling me to move over to give him room.  She spooned back against me, and wrapped her arms and legs around him and said something about Pikachu "loving to snuggle."

I caught the connotation and asked her what she meant.  She was evasive, in a slightly embarrased way.  "Well, it's kind of embarrasing to talk about.  Actually I've never talked about it, but it feels weird to be talking about it, even with you.  It's kinda private, if you know what I mean."  Her vagueness fed my curiosity (and stirred some arousal if I am to be perfectly honest), so I pressed her a little more.  She finally said, "Well, um, you know how we used to snuggle, um how you used to, um, like rub my back and my legs and other stuff?" speaking into Pikachu's head, staring at the wall. I was reminded that we had never talked about what we did at night.  

"You mean like last night?  I liked that a lot and missed it when it came time for me to leave." I said haltingly.  "It always made me feel good because I knew it made you feel good.  It did make you feel good, didn't it?"  I asked, probing for confirmation.

"Yes, silly," was the response I got, "it felt real good.  That's why I had trouble falling asleep.  'Cause I got used to those feelings every night, they helped me fall asleep.  I thought maybe I was bad for letting you rub me like that, 'cause Mom had caught me touching myself down there a little while before you came and told me good girls don't do that.  So sometimes I wondered if that is why you left."

"I'm sorry we didn't talk about it back then," I offered, "but, I was kind of worried that if we talked about it you might decide to stop or something.  It was just easier to let it be our special time and not to talk about it.  But, I still don't understand what that has to do with Pi-ka-chu," I finished sounding out the unfamiliar name.

"Well, it's not easy to tell you about it, it's too embarrasing, really," she paused.  "I could show you but that would be kinda embarrasing too.  But I guess I am starting to feel kind of good, just holding him right now, so I'lll show you, but just a little bit."

With that, she began to very gently move her hips, almost imperceptably, with Pikachu, grasped tightly between her legs.  I slid my hand down her side, resting it on her rump.  And murmered softly, "Oh, I see."  She stopped moving when I spoke, so I whispered, "Keep going, it's ok, I'll just lay here next to you.  I want to really understand, will you show me some more?"

She murmered, "I guess so, just don't laugh at me, I feel kind of stupid with you watching me."  I re-assured her, rubbing her shoulders and down her back.  I could feel her begin to slowly move against the stuffed animal again.  I stayed perfectly still next to her, feeling more than seeing the motion.  I was tempted to hold my breath while I lay there, not wanting to intrude again.  "I'm too hot," she whispered as she continued her motion.  I pulled the covers off of us.  The combination of  the cool air and the warm sun felt good against my skin.  

After a little bit, she rolled away from me, on top of him and my hand fell away.  She was now a little ways away from me on the bed, not touching me, as she continued her to push against the stuffed animal.  Being so close to her while she was sexually stimulating herself was having an effect on me.  I really wanted to see more, so I took the opportunity to raise up on an elbow and look at her.  She had pulled her T-shirt up and I could see a bit of her bare back above the waistband of those powder blue panties.  Her buns looked so cute as they moved rythmically humping against the stuffed animal.  I really wanted to get a better view, so quietly slipped around so that my head was even with her knees, about a foot away.  I lay on my side with a pillow under my head watching.

From this view, I could see that she had one of his feet pressed into her crotch.  She continued to move, grinding back against the foot.  I was close enought that I became aware of the slight scent of her arousal, musky but somehow immature, not what I knew from women I'd been with.  I was transported back to the times I smelled the same scent on my fingers after she fell asleep.  I could feel myself begin to be aroused by the sight and my memories; wishing I could see more; wishing I had the guts to reach up and pull her panties down.  I resisted, not wanting to interrupt her or cause her to stop.  

She began to move with more purpose, seeming to have forgotten that I was there watching, murmering to herself, eyes closed tightly.  After a couple of minutes, she stopped humping and I figured she had come back to reality and gotten embarrased.  Insted, she pushed him away and worked her panties down, kicking them off her feet to lay crumpled at her side.  She didn't even look at me, just pulled the stuffed animal back to her wrapping her legs around him, then reached between her legs and positioned his foot against the cleft of her vulva.

She started on her side with the humping motion and I was presented with an incredible sight.  As she gyrated against him, her milky white buns opened and closed just a little bit giving me a few short glimpses of her puckered, pink rosebud.  The foot in her vulva mostly hid it from sight, but looked erotic all the same.  I desperately wanted to begin stroking myself as I watched, but lay still watching instead.

Soon she rolled on top of him and raised up on her hands pressing herself into him.  Shebegan stroking against the foot, long strokes dragging the foot from the bottom of her crack all the way to the top, then back again.  As she reached the top of her vulva she pushed into the foot and gyrated a little bit; pressing it into her clit I assumed.  This motion was particularly erotic as I could see her lips slowly parting as the foot ran the length of her crack.  As she pushed her clit into the foot I was treated to a special sight.  Her buns spread wide giving me a full view of her puckered anus, a soft pink contrasting with the darker pink of her vagina exposed by her slightly parted lips.  I watched, wanting to reach up and touch her, wanting to bury my face in what I was seeing.  I widened my gaze taking in the whole scene, her T-shirt pulled up, exposing her smooth, slender back leading to the most perfect little buns I had ever seen; the tan lines on her legs making what I was seeing seem even more forbidden; her face buried in the pillow, her powder blue panties cast aside as she continued to move against the wierd yellow stuffed animal.  It was almost too much.

It was like I was in a trance, watching as she began moving even more deliberately, spending more time at the end of each stroke, gyrating into the foot.  She had moved one hand down to hold the foot pressing it harder into her, moving it around when it was against her clit, in essence using it to masturbate.  She had almost stopped the stroking movement, concentrating on her clit, moving the foot against herself.  I could hear her breathing becoming more ragged and could hear her her mumbling things quietly to herself almost as if she was repeating a mantra.  I thought I heard her say my name several times, but couldn't be sure.  In the midst of that trance like state I reached out, almost without realizing it, wanting to touch those beautiful buns, to feel what I knew would be soft, silky skin, to replace that yellow foot with my hand.  My touch broke her rhythm and that in turn broke my trance.  I was afraid for a moment that I had ruined the moment.

She sat up eyes fluttering open, turned to find me and in one motion, pushed the stuffed animal off the bed, pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me.  She buried her face in my neck and began to stroke herself against my the hardness through my boxers.  I waas momentarily surprised but then found myself pushing up to match her strokes.  The feel of her skin, her belly against mine was like electricity.  She stopped for a moment and pulled her shirt off over her head, then lay back down, skin on skin and began pushing, grinding against me.  As I pushed to meet her, I could feel the waistband of my boxers sliding down and before I knew it, I could feel silky moistness of her sex against the top of my dick.  I could feel her lips parting as she stroked against me.  A few more strokes and my dick was half exposed.  Before long, the waist band was across the base, stopped by my balls.  

I was vaguely afraid of consequences, thinking that it wasn't right to be doing what I was doing, but was too far down the path to stop.  My head spinning and my heart pounding, I reached around and grabbed her little buns, massaging, squeezing, pulling her to me.  They were just as I knew they would be, firm, silky smooth, exciting.  My waistband was cutting into me a little bit but I wasn't willing to let go of her to push it down farther.  I ran my hands over her buns, down as far as I could reach, then up onto the small of her back, sliding a finger between her buns on the way.  She felt little and light on top of me, her waist and hips narrow, her legs spread wide, gripping mine as she pushed. Her breathing was heavy and ragged, she was not really grunting, more kind of whimpering as she pushed, her breath hot on my neck.  I could feel her hair against my neck and shoulders, wet from our combined exertions.  I ran a finger down the cleft of her cheeks circling her pucker, gently pushing against the resistance.  

With that touch her motion increased in intensity and I could feel myself pushing over the edge, climaxing, shooting what felt like gallons of cum between us.  I grabbed her still gyrating hips and pushed her hard against me as I came.  Then collapsed back into the bed.  She had stopped moving against me and lay there breathing heavily.  I thought maybe she had cum too.  As we both came out of the fog of our arousal, she pulled away a little bit, looking down between us.  The head of my dick was clearly visible, looking slightly obscene, red and large against the white of her belly.  Strings of cum stretched between us.  She looked down again, then back at my face, giggled and said, "Oooo sticky," with a smile.

I felt the need to explain and started clumsily, not sure what to say.  She stopped me with "I know what that is, we studied about sperm in health class this year.  But I never got to see it before"  I was surprised by her matter of fact tone.  

I rolled her off me and onto her back, slipped off the bed, pulled my waistband up and off my stinging dick ("hmmm, that left a mark") and said, "I'll be right back."  I returned moments later with a warm wash cloth and a towel.  She was laying on her back, legs slightly parted, head on a pillow looking at the mess on her stomach and chest, idily running her fingers through the cum.  Thinking back I wish I would have waited, asked her to play with the cum, maybe even tried to see if she would taste it.  Instead, I was kind of embarrassed, feeling somewhat guilty about what we had done.  So I gently cleaned her up, running the warm cloth over her belly and chest, enjoying the sight of her tiny pink aroela and nipples as I cleaned.  Her chest was completely flat, no hint of what was to come in a short time.  As I moved down her belly, she flexed her hips pushing into the cloth as it passed between her legs.

I watched her push up a second time, and met her gaze.  She was looking at me kind of expectantly, a questioning look in her eyes.  "You didn't get to finish did you?" I asked quietly.  She blushed and looked away, shaking her head.  "I'm sorry, that was selfish of me," I said quietly as I dried her off.  I gave myself a cursory swipe with the wash cloth, dropping both to the floor by the bed.  I lay down against her, feeling my arousal start again as I ran my hand down her belly, tracing across her mons and between the cleft of her lips.  She spread her legs a little farther apart and pushed up to meet me.  I concentrated on that cleft, rubbing around her clit, then down to the little opening of her vagina, pressing lightly against it but not penetrating her.

The reaction was immediate and she began moving with my motion, closing her eyes, lips slightly parted.  "It feels best when you go around the top part," she half whispered, "I like it when you touch me."  She looked angelic and innocent, with the flush of arousal on her face.  I wanted to get closer, to see her sex, to taste it.  As I continued to rub, I slid down beside her then slipped my hand down her leg and pulled on her knee.  She responded by spreading her legs a little farther.  I positioned myself between her spread legs and ran both hands up them from the knees to her vulva.  I used both to rub her, holding her open with one and rubbing with the other, taking advantage of my position to examine her while  I rubbed.  

Her outer lips were red from the morning's stimulation, contrasting with the pale skin of her lower belly and inner thighs.  Her inner lips were just starting to mature, still little and thin, framing the opening of her vagina at the bottom, then joining at her hooded clit.  The hood was wrinkled and seductive, I could feel the little pearl of hardness under the hood as I rubbed.  As I worked my fingers around her clit, she pressed up to meet me, squeezing her buns together.  I could feel myself harden again as I watched and felt her excitement.  I had to taste her.

I put my hands under her knees bringing her legs up and spreading them as I moved forward.  I put my mouth on her sex, covering it with my lips, pressing my tongue into her where my fingers had been moments before.  She gasped a little as I made contact.  I ran my tongue all around her sex, amazed at how small she felt, how my mouth covered the entire thing.  She tasted slightly salty and a little sour in spots.  As my saliva mixed with her arousal, she began to taste less salty, more sweet.  She began to hump up to my mouth, reaching down to hold my head between her hands.  

I explored farther down, following her inner labia, pressing my tongue against her the opening of her vagina.  She pushed against me and I could feel the tip enter her.  I ran my tongue back up to her clit, then back down, pressing in again.  I traced my tongue around her inner labia, pressing each time I came to the opening, entering her a little more with each pass.  I explored even further down, feeling the pucker of her anus and tasting its bitterness as I pressed in, testing her reaction.  The tip of my tongue pressed in a little, entering her puckered rosebud, eliciting a sharp intake of breath as she pushed to meet the pressure.

I let go of her legs, using my hands to rub up her stomach and across her chest.  She put her feet on the bed, keeping her legs spread; herself totally open for me.  I circled with my tongue, back to her clit, down to her willing openings, working in a little further at each one, but never very far.  The motion of her hips became erratic, thrusting, sometimes raising completely off the bed to meet my tongue.  I was aroused, wanting to continue and doing so in spite of my rapidly tiring tongue.  On one pass as I circled her clit, she pulled my face hard into her crotch, and whispered "Don't stop, keep right there."  I complied, concentrating on her hooded clit.

She started humping into my mouth alternately squeezing her legs legs together while lifting her buns off the bed, then dropping her knees to spread herself as widely as possible.  I could feel little shivers running down her torso from the excitement and exertion.  I was humping the bed myself as I worked my tongue, trying to bring her to release.  Just when I thought my tongue was going to fall off from the exertion, she arched her back, pushing hard against me, then brought her knees together, pressing in against my head.  We seemed suspeneded in time, her body arched against me, then she dropped to the bed with a shudder, pushing my head away from her, trying to escape my still probing tongue.  

I took the hint and slid up next to her as she squeezed her legs together turning what had been an open flower into a cute little slit with the only tip of her hood peaking out at the top.  I just held her in my arms as her breathing slowly returned to normal.  I was desperate for more contact so reached over and kissed each of her little nipples then up to her neck.  She giggled and pushed me away, saying "That tickles and you're all prickly, it's giving me the chills."  Sure enough I could see the chill bumps raised on her thighs making her look that much cuter.  

I sighed and kissed her lightly on the forehead, then on her nose, trying to keep my scratchy chin and cheeks from contact.  I hovered over her lips, then gently placed a kiss on her lips.  She kissed me back, again a little girl kiss, but a returned kiss all the same.  I was considering kissing her again when she pulled back a little.  "Ummm, you smell like, uh, like me, uh, down there," she said with a kind of wonder of realization in her voice, glancing down at her legs as she said it.  I offered to go wash up and brush my teeth  and she responded by wrapping her arms around me, pushing me down beside her.  "No, it's not bad, I just was kind of surprised.  Pikachu sometimes got kinda smelly if you know what I mean," she continued giggling a little bit.  "My mom accused me of chewing on him and making him smell sour.  Then she'd wash him in the sink because he was too big for the washer, and hang him on the porch to dry.  Poor Pikachu, I'm glad she never figured out what was really happening."

We lay there together, just enjoying the closeness, talking about nothing in particular, until hunger drove us from the bed.  I gave some thought to asking if she wanted to bathe together but decided to save that experience for another time.  At my suggestion she bathed while I made breakfast, then after we ate I shaved (as closely as I dared, striving to make my face as smooth as possible) and bathed while she cleaned up the dishes.


more to come... maybe

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