That got me a giggle and a kiss and a longer kiss. "Can we talk about this some other time. I wanna be with you."

"Be with me?"

"Yeah. Friday night was wonderful. But stuff just happened so fast. And Sunday was wonderful. But I want to play with you. This is all new stuff to me." She sat up in bed and smiled at me in her best "curious little girl" smile.

"So what do you want me to do?"

"Get naked. Let me play with you."

"Oh," I said, "is this one sided? Or can I get a naked Cindy out of the deal?"

"I suppose I could do that," she giggled as I began to unbutton her school uniform shirt. She turned around for me to unhook the two hooks of her bra. That freed two young titties that just begged to be played with. She stood to get out of her slacks and I stood to undress myself. Finally I was completely naked and so was she.

"You are so incredibly beautiful," I said.

She smiled. "And you drive me wild. This is the first time we've both been naked, you know."

"Yeah, I do know," I said. We crawled into bed.

She pushed me onto my back. "So," she said, wrapping fingers around my dick, "let's talk about how this thing works."

"You've been making it work pretty good so far," I answered.

"Yeah, but Friday night, I just sucked it once to show you I was serious, an' then I put it in me, and it was all stars an' fireworks an' I don't know what I did to you or what you did to me ... You know, I wasn't payin' attention. It was all so new an' wonderful."

"Yes it was," I said, "but you did some things that surprised me."

"Like what?"

"Like when you sucked on me, you know, when you said you were serious."

"Dan, I never did that before. I never even saw a guy's thing, his dick before, well, maybe a glimpse of one of mom's boyfriends, but I never looked. But I heard 'em talkin' while they were doin' things an' they always talk about suckin', so I knew it happened. I just never did it or knew how to do it or what to do, so like, there you were, an' it was standin' up, hard, an' I thought, "Well, Cindy, you're supposed to suck this thing" an' I just sucked. There's more to it than that, huh?"

"Yes, little princess, there is. But just that you tried was wonderful. And because it was you, it was wonderful."

"So, like, let me play with it and do that some more an' you can tell me what I need to do an' how it works." She smiled. All this time she was sliding her hands over my dick and balls, exploring. "An' you can do the same for me. I KNOW you know some stuff. You made me feel so good I passed out. An' Saturday. In the woods. We made love. I just KNOW we made love. Because you treated me so sweet and gentle and I could see it in your eyes. I want all that."

I smiled, then a little gasp as her fingers curved under my scrotum. "Baby, I couldn't do anything BUT make love with you Saturday. And I want what you want."

Her fingertips twiddled underneath my balls. "Balls, huh?" she smiled at me. "They feel heavy!" Her fingers closed over my sack. "I like the way they feel in my hand."

"Oh, yeah, baby. I like the way they feel in your hand too..."

"So what can I do with this," she asked.

"Just what you're doing is great. Just roll 'em around like that and tug gently. They're very sensitive to pressure. That's why guys are so vulnerable to getting hit or kicked there."

"Oooooh," she said. "An' you like 'em licked and sucked, too. I learned that already." She'd licked and sucked me clean after each round of intercourse we'd enjoyed. Of course, I'd done the same to her. "An' this thing," she grinned, sliding her hand up the shaft of my dick, "I think I know some of the stuff it likes."

"You sure do, Cindy," I said.

"I like to suck it," she said. "Do you like me suckin' it? Do I do that too much?"

"Come here," I said, and I dragged her lithe form on top of me and kissed her. She was irresistible. She kissed back, too. "You're teasing me."

"I'm certainly NOT teasing you, Dan. It's not teasing if I intend to finish what we started." More kisses. Then she sat back up. "But seriously. What REALLY makes it feel good?"

"YOU make it really feel good, baby."

"Yeah, but, like, can I bite it? I really wanted to bite it, but I was afraid it would hurt you."

I smiled. "Yes, I like biting. Just not too hard."

"How hard?"

"Let me show you." I raised up and took a nipple into my mouth and sucked, then started nibbling.

"Oooooo,"she said.

"Harder?"

"Just a little..."

I complied. When I pulled away from her that left nipple was a fiery pink. "That's how you tell. Just do it. And if it's too much, I'll tell you."

Giggle. "Lemme try!" Bounce. Lips covered the head of my waiting dick. She didn't deep throat. She got a couple of wonderful inches into her mouth and I felt her teeth ease into the play. "Mmmmmm," she moaned. And let me go. "Harder?"

"A little bit. Just bite down enough to where you can move the skin back and forth on the hard part. See how that works." I knew it was working for me. Almost too well. The shiny head of hair bent forward into my crotch, her hand wrapped around my shaft. Cindy followed instruction well. Stroking me into and out of her mouth, I got multiple ecstasies from her lips and teeth pulling on my dick, and then her tongue worked me over.

She stopped, not from any sense of guile or conscious application of technique, but because she didn't KNOW what she was doing to me, that I was on a rapid climb to orgasm. She wanted to know what was going on.

"Is that good, Dan?" she asked simply.

"Cindy, you're incredibly good. That was fantastic. Great!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

"'Cause all I know about it is what you showed me an' what I heard when Mom an' her boyfriend are doin' things. So I know WHAT people do, but I don't know how they do it." Smiling, she bent her head down and took me in her mouth again. A sloppy hot, tongue-augmented suck. Then those ivory white teeth. The same teeth that dazzled me when she smiled, THOSE teeth were just barely capturing the outer skin of my dick, dragging that skin up and down the shaft.

"That really feels neat, Dan." She stopped again, viewing my hardness from close range. Her hand gripped my shaft at the base and squeezed, milking a huge, gleaming drop of pre-cum from the tip. "Is that your juice, baby," she asked. "I hear 'em talkin' about juice."

"That's one kind of juice, baby. It's there for lubrication for when I go inside you. You do the same thing. It's what our bodies do when we're excited, gets us ready for intercourse."

"So I've been tasting this stuff?"

"Yeah," I said, a little tentatively. "It's part of the process. And I'm telling this to the little girl who cleaned the results of TWO orgasms off me Friday night."

That got me a smile. "Yeah, I know ... That was cool. But some of THAT stuff was kinda milky."

Back to teacher mode. "That was semen. When a guy has an orgasm, he squirts out semen. It's a lot of different things, and in a guy who hasn't been fixed, a tiny bit of that is sperm. Sperm is what gets a girl pregnant when it reaches her egg."

"Oooohhhhh," she said. She'd milked another drop out of my dick and rewarded herself with it. Which meant that I was rewarded with a delightfully noisy suck on the head of my dick. "An' if a girl gives a guy a blow-job, that stuff comes out?"

"Yeah."

"An' that's like, in her mouth?"

"That's one option," I said. "Sometimes a girl likes it and enjoys the guy coming in her mouth, and she sucks it all out an' swallows. I've heard of girls who let the guy come in their mouth, but then they spit it out. And there are girls who will suck on a guy but stop before he comes in their mouths. And, you know, there are some girls who won't even put a guy's dick in their mouths at all."

Cindy smiled broadly. "Not me, Dan. Yours is MADE for me to suck." She squeezed out another drop. Head bobbed down. "Mmmmm," she said. "I love that. So, if I sucked on you, you'd come in my mouth?"

"No doubt about it."

"Coming," she said, "I heard that from Mom an' her guy friends a bunch."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. An' I learned two years ago that if I rubbed my little button it started feeling really good, but the first time I made myself have an orgasm, Wow!" And her head bobbed down again. "Mmmmm" escaped the lips sealed around my dick. "But you know, Friday night, that was like the difference between watching fireworks on TV an' sitting on the bank of the river an' seein' 'em live."

She left my dick and slid up my torso, our naked bodies providing sensual friction. And she held my face between her hands and put her forehead against mine and whispered, "Dan, I love you. You made me feel so good. You made me a woman. An' since YOU made me, you get to keep me." And she ended her little soliloquy with a kiss.

I wrapped her up in my arms and held her. My right hand slid down her back, tracing the gentle curve, then the swell of her butt. I cupped that cheek in my hand and squeezed gently, pushing her down against the raging erection I had for her. Her pubic mound cushioned the leaky head of my dick between us. Our lips met again and sealed together for long minutes, tongues caressing each other.

She raised up a little, finally, and straddled me. The pussy of hers was hot and wet and eager. Bronze hair framed her face as she knit her brow momentarily in concentration, her hips actively seeking. Her pussy found. My dickhead met hot, slippery resistance and she pushed down and back, sliding us together. I felt our pubic bones meet. And a sigh. Then with us mated, she lowered herself back on my chest and we resumed our kiss, her pelvis making tiny oscillations, pulling my dick toward climax. I stroked her beautiful hair and held her face to mine, then both my hands moved down to grasp her waist.

"Dan, baby," she whispered.

"Yes, angel?"

"Don't come in me right now."

"Okay. Why?"

Her face pulled back from mine, revealing a mischievous grin. "'Cuz I wanna suck you off."

"You what?"

"I wanna suck you off. All the way. In my mouth."

"I ain't gonna refuse that, baby doll," I laughed. "But are you sure? Some girls don't like it."

"Hah!" she said, "I heard my mom do it so many times I can't count, an' if she can do it to some dude she picked up in a bar, I can do it for the guy I love."

"I love your logic, little green-eyed girl..."

She rolled off of me, and I have to tell you, I was sad that my unsatiated dick left that tight, wet, hot pussy of hers. But what an offer. I backed up onto a stack of pillows so I could see. Cindy noticed this.

Giggle. "You wanna watch Cindy do you?" she teased. She opened her mouth. Her pink tongue started on my scrotum and laved its way up the underside of my shaft and swirled around the head. She had the 'milking' thing down and used her right hand to pull another big drop of pre-cum out. When it appeared, she flicked it up with that mobile tongue. Then, like a little girl kissing a puppy's nose, she planted a demure, close-lipped kiss on the end of my dick. And looked up at me, green eyes, bangs, dimples, and grinning wickedly.

I was holding my breath. I don't know why. I was. And when that delightful head bobbed forward, I finally gasped a breath. Her lips met her hand on my dick with each stroke. Yes, she used teeth. And lips. And tongue. And BOTH hands, one on the shaft of my dick, one underneath my balls, where her fingernails teasingly pulled folds of skin. It wasn't long before I couldn't stop myself from meeting her head bobbing suction with hip thrusts of my own.

"My Dan likes this," she purred, then her mouth closed around me again.

I touched the back of her head. That wasn't because I wanted to do ANYTHING to control her, or to change what she was doing. I just wanted to touch those bronze locks, to tell myself that this wasn't some incredibly erotic dream. My Cindy was purring. Her happy "mmmmm" coursed throughout my being.

"Gah. Cindy. I'm. Close. Baby."

I felt just as much as heard "Mmm-hmmm" as her mouth and hands worked relentless magic on my dick. "Ahhh. Cin. I'mmm commminnnggggg!" And the first spurt escaped like fire from me. Her "Mmmm" changed to "mmmph" and I felt her tongue swallowing the first splash. Her head and hand pulled out the second. And third. And fourth. And she kept her sucking, as my hip thrusts failed, her suction eased, replaced by a tongue lovingly swirling my head. Finally she let me go...

She slid back up my chest. And kissed me. And I could taste myself still in her mouth. Finally she said, "Wow, Dan, that was somethin'. I felt it start pulsin' an' then SQUIRT! I thought it was going to squirt, but I didn't know it would be like THAT!"

"I'm sorry, baby. You sort of get me built up really bad..."

She shook her head, smiling, that bronze hair just bouncing from side to side. "Oh, no, baby! I loved it. If I made you do THAT, I must have made you feel REAL good!"

"You did, Cindy. You just gave me the best one in my whole life."

"Really?" she squealed. "'Cuz I know you've been with other women. An' I think they prob'ly they did that to you."

"Cindy, my love, never have I been as happy and satisfied with oral sex as what you just did for me. Never."

That got me kisses.

"Now," I said, "I want to taste YOU!"

Squeal! Giggle! Bounce! And it was Cindy's turn to prop up on the pillows. Leg spread. Heels drawn up. Knees in the air. The very definition of eager anticipation. And I put my face right in the middle.

No I didn't. I kissed her face, then as I turned on the bed, I sucked each nipple in turn, biting them to pink perfection, her hands pulling my face into her chest. It was only when I got to her navel that she gently pushed my head toward her pink, moist, waiting pussy. But I didn't want to be beside her. I wanted to be between those slim, girlishly muscular thighs. I got there. I planted a kiss on her mound, directly above the beginning of her heated slit.

"Mmmmmm, Dan..." she moaned. "I dream about this..."

I pondered about how wonderful that idea was as my lips and tongue wandered down the outside of her pussy, its lips spread, engorged, deep pink, glistening with a film of musky moisture. The feel of her pussy lips against my lips and tongue was indescribable. I breathed deeply though my nose to inhale the exquisite femininity of that musk. And then I lapped my tongue deep into her juicy pussy to taste the treasures she'd released for me.

When she felt my tongue between her labia she moaned. "Mmmmmmm, Dannnnn..."

I licked back up, sucked first one lip, then the other into my mouth, savoring the moisture. I ran my tongue as deep into her hole as I could. And then I licked up from her hole, just barely touching her little clitoris, her "button", with the tip of my tongue. She shuddered. "Nnnnn. Yesssss!"

I lightly flicked the little pea-shaped head with my tongue. It was straining from its hood. I teased it with my lips, listening to happy moans and whimpers. Her fingers wrapped the back of my head, pushing my face into what was now the center of her existence.

"Lick it, Dan! Right there! Hard!" I did. Then I sucked it in between my lips and stroked it with my tongue, flicking, pushing.

"Oh, yesssss! Babyyyyy! I ... I'm coming! I'mmmm commminnnggggg!" Long legs wrapped around me from behind, heels driving into my back as my baby surged against my tongue. I wouldn't let up. She moaned. She mewed. "Nnnnnnnnn, oh, oh, oh, god, Dan ... no ... oh, oh, god ... another one! Nnnnnnn ... ohhhhhhh." She bucked her hips up, slamming her pussy into my face, then fell back to the bed, limp. I could hear breathing. That's all. Breathing. Her body was limp.

I eased up beside her and scooped her into my arms, cradling her to my chest, kissing her pretty face, her eyes shut. I kept up the kisses, gentle, savoring the angel I had in my arms. Her eyelids fluttered.

"Hi, princess," I said. "Are you okay?"

She turned in my arms, wrapping her own around my neck. "Dan, if you ever leave me I will kill myself." Sigh... "I love you."

"I love you, too, Miss Cindy."

We basked for a bit,

"You know," she said, "I tried talkin' to Mom about sex an' love an' stuff, and she said "don't get 'em mixed up" an' I wondered about that. But now I'm with you, and I think I see how they're supposed to go together..."

"They're supposed to, Cin," I said. "When you split 'em apart, there's a price to pay. In too many ways."

"I guess so. Sometimes I feel sorry for Mom. I think that's part of why she's such a train-wreck."

"I dunno," I said. Cindy's mom wasn't a subject I discussed with her often. I wasn't going to broach the subject. "Sometimes people's paths are different."

"Yeah, but Mom ... I mean. Bars! An' not nice bars, either." She sighed. "An' ya know, sometimes I think she has sex for money..."

"You think?"

"Yeah, I think so. I know there's a buncha times she's had spending money after she stayed out all night, an' it wasn't payday or nothin'."

"Well, that would be a sign."

"Yeah. Dan, I don't wanna be like that."

"You're not like that." I kissed her on top of her head, savoring the smell of her shampoo, now masked with the musk of recent sex. "You get to make choices. I'm here, an' I think Mizz Helen's here to make sure you don't get trapped into something you shouldn't have to deal with."

"Yeah, I like Mizz Helen. She's good to me. An' I think you an' her kinda protect me."

"Yeah. But I don't know how she'd be if she thought we were doin' this..."

"You might be surprised," she said. "She tol' me about how young she was when she got married."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah," Cindy continued, "Did ya know her husband was twenty-nine years older'n her?"

"Yeah, she told me that," I said.

"Uh, Dan, do you know that you're only twenty-eight years older than me?"

"Yes, my dearest, I know. I think about that a lot."

"Did she tell you that she loved him from the beginning till the day he died? An' still does?"

"That's a little mushier than she told me. Just that they had a good long life together."

She batted her eyelashes at me. "Saturday's my birthday, Dan. Mom's probably gonna be gone."

"Your mom's not gonna do anything for your birthday?"

"If, an' that's a big 'if', she remembers, she'll have me a present when I get home Friday. Just like last year. It was, like, "Cindy, Momma's gotta work this weekend..." an' I'm thinkin, 'okay, but the bar closes at two, an' you don't have to go in on Saturday 'til like, six..." but the last time that I tried cornering her about that she got real mad an' we had a fight. Didn't talk for a week."

"So there's a chance that I'll have you for your birthday?"

"If you want me."

"Little girl," I said, "we're naked, satisfied, and in bed together. I want you every day for the rest of my life." I paused. "Now, it's getting late. Are you hungry?"

Giggle. "I am. An' I know where I can get me a weenie..." Fingers wrapped around my half-hard dick. It went to full in no time at all. There was another one of those athletic bounces with arms and legs going in improbable directions and then I found myself impaling a thirteen year old girl on my dick. "But I'm not hungry for a weenie right now. Just ate one!" She smirked. And then a couple of swirls of that delightfully mobile heinie and the smirk diasppeared.

"D'you have, like, TV dinners in the freezer?"

A swirl of pussy on hard dick. "Mmmm." I found it hard to carry on conversation with that sort of distraction. "Uh, yeah, why?"

"Then let's not waste time goin' out to eat..." And my next half-hour was filled with humping teen girl and a couple more orgasms. As she lay on top of me, my softening dick slid out of the soppy mess of our juices in her pussy.

"Mmmmm, Dan. My lover..."

"Yeah, my pet..."

"If I turn aroun', an' do you, an' at the same time, you do me, is that "sixty-nine"?"

"Yep."

"Sixty-nine me..." Followed immediately by her spinning around in place, presenting me with her pussy, still oozing a mixture of the juices of our second mating of the day.

You can't pass up a chance like that.

Giggles heard from the vicinity of my crotch. "Hee-hee ... You're fun to suck on when you're soft, you know."

"Now I do..." I buried my face in the wetness between her legs, lapping, sucking, drinking, teasing...

"Stop that! Can't ya see a girl's tryin' concentrate?"

"Oh, excuse me, lady. I shall lick your pussy in a conservative and restrained manner."

That got me a nip on the dick. And giggles. And more wonderful kisses and sucks. Finally she turned around. We snuggled in each other's arms. I looked down at my Cindy. She was glowing.

"Baby, it's getting kinda late."

"I know," she said. "Let's see those TV dinners."

And that was supper, two microwaved TV dinners. We laughed at TV while we ate. When we finished, she bounced up and grabbed my empty tray. "Here! Let me do the dishes." And she tossed the trays in the trashcan. Forks went into the little kitchenette sink.

"Baby, I guess I need to walk you home. It's almost dark."

"Mmmm, Dan, can I stay here? I mean, like, Mom practically TOLD me that she wasn't comin' home tonight."

"That's risky, baby." And she turned and looked at me. "But I guess so." I was the one risking. "We need to go get you some clothes for school tomorrow, okay?"

Squeal! And the love of my life was in my lap, wrapping me up in her arms...