Candy

Chapter One

I thought I was going to have to work the upcoming weekend, extended hours, you know, and the wife knew that such a schedule turned me into a bear, especially when I needed to sleep during the day.  That’s why she took the kids and left for the weekend to spend time with her sister in a city five hours away.  They left on Thursday, intending to return late Sunday.  Naturally when I showed up at work Friday morning the boss walked into my office ant dropped the news that due to a supplier not being able to ship on time, the weekend work was off.

My next phone call was to the wife’s sister’s house.  Sister-in-law answered the phone.

“Oh, hi, Dan,” she chirped.  “You at work?”

“Yeah, it’s all I do sometimes,” I answered.  “Is Dinah there handy?”

“Yeah, we’re sitting at the table having coffee.  Here!”

The next voice on the phone was my wife of fourteen years.  “Hey, baby,” she said, “What’s up?”

“Nothing  bad.  The boss just cancelled the weekend work.  Are you gonna come back now?  I’ll be nice.  I promise!”

“Oh, baby, if you don’t mind, we’ll spend the weekend here like we planned.  Me and the kids and Sis and her kids have all kinds of stuff planned.”  She paused.  “Is that okay?  I mean, you can lounge around all weekend in your drawers and watch TV or whatever.”

I thought about that.  Didn’t sound bad at all.  A daughter on the edge of teen years and a ten year old son made for a somewhat raucous household at times.  I missed the peace and quiet.  “Yeah, well, I’ll miss you, baby…”

“Okay, then, Dan.  Love ya bunches…”

“Love you too,” I countered.  “See you Sunday then.”  

“’Kay, bye!”  Click.

And so I went back to work.  The rest of the day went by without event and at four-thirty I drove out of the parking lot.  A half an hour later I was in my own driveway.  I’d just hanged up my jacket when I heard the doorbell.

I was running the list in my mind as to who might be at my door.  I was drawing a blank when I opened it and there stood five feet of twelve-year old girl, honey-colored pageboy haircut, green eyes, freckles and known to me as my daughter’s best friend.  Lived a block away.  Went to the same school.  Most weekends found her spending at least one night at our house.  

And this little creature was at my door with a gym bag clutched in her hands.  “Hi, Mr. Dan!” 

“Hi, Candy!  What are you doing here?  Trish’s gone for the weekend,” I said.

“Uh, uh, but I was s’posed to stay with HER this weekend.  I told her the weekend that new movie comes out.”

“Sweetie, that movie comes out NEXT weekend.  I was planning on taking you two.”

She stammered, “B-but Mom’s gone off with her new boyfriend.  They left this morning when I left for school.  They weren’t gonna be back until Sunday.  I was gonna stay with Trish!”

This presented me with a dilemma.  “Come in,” I said.  She followed me into the house.  “Is there somebody else we can call for you to stay with?”

Her face showed strain.  “Uh, no, I don’t know…”

I looked at her.  “Aunts?  Uncles?  Cousins? Other friends?”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Dan,” she was verging on tears.  “We’re not FROM here.  My aunt lives in Houston an’ that’s three hours away.  An’ Trish is the only one I spend the night with. I don’t know what to do.”

“This is a problem, Candy.  It doesn’t look good for young girls to stay alone with old men.”

There WERE tears.  “B-but I don’t have any place to go…”  And more tears.

“Oh, stop that,” I said.  And I was being perfectly innocent when I said the next thing, “You can stay here in Trish’s room if you want…”

She stopped in mid-sob and looked at me.  A smile began to form on her lips.  “Oh, thank you, Mr. Dan.  I won’t be any trouble.  I promise.”

“You’re usually no more trouble than Trish, sweetie.   What are we gonna do about supper?”

She thought for a second.  “Oh, I don’t care.  Whatever!”  I was glad the crying stopped.  She was a cute little thing and wore smiles quite well.  Those green eyes twinkled.  “Whatever you were gonna do.”

“Then we’ll eat cold soup out of a can.  You can have your own can!”

“Yuuuuck!”

“Or we could go get burgers.  Or order a pizza.  Your choice.”

Squeal.  “Pizza!”

I smiled at her.  “Right!  Pizza it is!  With double anchovies!”

Another “Yuuuck!”

“Okay, Candy, what’s on YOUR pizza?”  We negotiated pizza toppings and crusts and I made a phone call.

While we waited for the pizza, I started puttering around the kitchen, emptying the dishwasher, stowing a few things.  I heard the TV as she ran through channels.  I was trying to figure out how a weekend was going to work.  I knew that Candy and Trish played well together, but that was usually done out of sight in Trish’s bedroom, a little girl’s haven of improbably colored ponies and “fashion dolls” and her own TV and an Xbox and heaven only knows what else.  But that was TWO of ‘em.  This was only little Candy.

Finishing up the kitchen chores, I looked over the bar.  Candy was laying in the middle of the living room floor on the big rug, propped up on a huge floppy pillow.  The TV was showing some nature scenes.

“What,” I asked, “no Sponge Bob?”

“No, I don’t like Sponge Bob,” she said seriously.  “He’s too squeaky.”  She continued, “I’d rather watch Discovery or Animal Planet.  Learn stuff.  You know.”

“You’re an unusual little girl,” I said.  She smiled.  I sat back in my recliner and kicked my feet up.

“Want me to take off your shoes?” she asked, her eyes bright.

“Sure,” I said.  “That would be very nice.”  I relaxed to the feeling of my feet finally being free at the end of a long day.  Especially when she peeled off my socks.

She sat back and smiled at me.

“Thank you,” I said.  “That feels wonderful.”  Got another smile for that. 

She returned to her spot on the pillow.  A few more minutes passed and the doorbell rang.  Pizza!  TV trays came out and we watched African fauna as we dined on hot pizza and Cokes.  After the pizza, the mess got cleaned up.  More TV.  Nearing seven PM.

“SO, do you do bath or shower?” I asked.

Candy looked at me with those green eyes.  “Bath.  Why?”

“It’s bath time.   You do yours, then I’ll do mine.”

“You take a bath?”

“No, I take a shower,” I said.  It was my turn to ask, “why?”

Her eyes had a laugh in them as she said, “Shower with a friend.  It saves water.”

“Little girl,” I said, “that’s fine for adults.”

“I know,” she said, “but I just thought you’d like to know.  Mom an’ her boyfriend do that sometimes.  Like it’s fun or somethin’.”

“It IS fun.  For adults.  Now YOU go take your bath!”  And then I tried to puzzle out the look she gave me as she walked up the hall towards the bathroom.  I heard the water running.  I heard splashing.  And singing.  And more splashing.  Then the sound of water draining.  And a door opening.  And out came a sweet-smelling twelve-year old girl.  In a cotton nightshirt that just barely made it past the cheeks of her ass.

I’d seen her in this outfit before.  It was one she often wore when she was spending the Friday or Saturday evenings with my daughter.  Then, though, it was just a little girl in a nightshirt.  Why was it so different this time?  Okay.  Clear my head.  Okay.  It’s my turn for a shower.  A COLD one.  Twenty minutes later I was showered, shaved, and clad in my pajamas.

I walked into the living room and there was Candy sitting in my chair watching thirty minutes into some chick flick on HBO.  I knew the movie and that it was a little racier than I would expect for a twelve year old girls.  I said so.

“Awww, I’ve seen it before,” she said.  “I like the funny parts.  B’sides, I’ve seen more stuff than they show in that movie.”

“Oh, really?” I questioned.

“Yeah,” she stated mater of factly, “Mom’s had more than one boyfriend in the last few years.  I’ve seen plenty of huggin’ an’ kissin’ an’ stuff.”

“What kind of stuff?”  My curiosity was piqued.

“Oh, kinda where you touch each other under you clothes an’ stuff.  Looked like they were havin’ fun, though.”

“Mmm-hmmm,” I agreed.  “They probably were.”

“So that’s what people do?  For real?  ‘Cuz I know movies aren’t real lots of times.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty much what people do.”

She stared into my eyes.  “Other stuff, too, huh?”

“Yeah, other stuff.”  I paused.  “Stuff you should talk to your mom about.  Not me.”

Still looking at me, she said, “But sometimes you can talk to other people easier than your own mom.”

“Yeah, but I get nervous talking to you about it.”

“I just wanted somebody to tell me the truth,” she said simply.

“Okay.  I can do that.”

“So if I told you something you could tell me if it was okay or not?”

“Okay, like in “normal” ?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.  What do you want to know.”

This got a little excited jump as she kneeled in front of me and sat back on her heels.  “So I don’t think they knew I was lookin’ an’ Mom was  layin’ in between his legs on the sofa an’ her face was in the front of his PJ’s and I think she was suckin’ his thing.”

“That’s normal.”

Giggle.  “It is?”

“Yeah.  That’s just another way that a man and a woman can have fun together.”

“Is that what they call a blow job?”

“Yeah.  That’s one name for it.  Where’s you hear that?”

“From school.”

My turn to realize that his was twelve and cute and active and if she wasn’t, some of her peers were already sexually active.  My daughter was one of her peers.  That was a comforting feeling for me, huh?  “I suppose you would hear about it.  You’re at an age where you’ll hear lots of things.”

“Well, I was curious.  Sometimes kids think they know things but they don’t.  Doesn’t stop ‘em from talking like they do, though.”

“You’re a wise young lady,” I said.

She caught a flash on the TV.  “Oooo, my favorite part!”  And she pulled over beside my chair and laid her head against the armrest.   We laughed together, and then when the funny part passed, she stayed there and I idly let my hand stroke the sleek perfection of her hair.

I wasn’t paying much attention, but apparently she was.  “That feels nice,” she said.

“What?”

“You touching my hair like that.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.  I wasn’t paying much attention.  It’s like petting a cat.”

She giggled and looked at me.  “Wanna hear me purr?”  And she purred.

I laughed.  “Okay, kitten,” I said.  “I’ll stop if it bothers you.”

“I was purring, wasn’t I?”

So we watched the rest of that movie, then picked up another show, a sit-com, and were laughing together.   Then another show came on, and we were in the middle of that when the raucous blat of an emergency warning came on and a message scrolled across the bottom of the screen, something about a line of thunderstorms moving through.

I went over to the desktop computer and checked a weather site for another look.  She was right there looking over my shoulder.  “Looks serious,” she said.

“Nah, not that bad.  Bright colors, that’s all.  These happen all the time.  Like two weeks ago.”  I knew the weather in the area and knew what to expect in the spring.

“An’ our lights went out then,” she said.

“And that’s the worst that could happen, and by the time this bunch comes through, we’ll be in bed sleeping.”

“Thunder scares me,” she said.

“It’s just noise, baby,” I said.  “We’ll look again before bed time.”  We went back to the TV and watched some more.  It was a bit after ten when I said, “Well, let me go make sure Trish’s bed is cleared off so you’ll have somewhere to sleep.”  I got up and went to my daughter’s room.  Candy followed me into the world of pink that was my daughter’s room.  I removed a few toys from the bed, pushed some plush animals out of the way, and turned the bedclothes down for her.

“There you go,” I said.

She looked at me and smiled.  “Thank you,” she said.  “A kiss good night?”

“Okay,” I answered.  I bent over and kissed her.  Iaimed for her nose.  She turned enough to meet me with her lips.  Okay.  “Night light?”

“That little one.”

I turned on a little night light for her and left the room and went to my own bed.  I wasn’t ready for sleep just yet so I pulled the top book off the stack on the nightstand and started reading by the light of a lamp on the headboard.   That, and watching the TV across the room.  And noted another of those severe weather warnings.  The storm line was getting closer.  Wouldn’t be long now.

I turned off the light and the TV and rolled over to sleep with a pillow wrapped in my arms to make up for the absence of my wife.  I was just drifting off to sleep when I caught a flash of lightning through the window, then the sound of distant thunder.  The storm was right on schedule.

Not on the schedule though was to touch of a small soft hand.  And a voice.

“Mr. Dan…  Mr. Dan.?”  It was Candy.

I rolled over to look at her.  “Yeah, baby?”

“I get scared of thunder.  It’s thundering.”

“It’s just noise, Candy.  You’ll be alright.”

“I know it’s silly, Mr. Dan, but I’m SCARED!”

“What do you want me to do?”  That was the mistake.  I should have said, “Let’s go sit in the living room.”  But I said, “What do you want me to do?”

“Let me get in your bed until the storm is over.”  Her eyes did look frightened.

What could it hurt?  “Sure, baby,” I said.

And a twelve year old girl jumped into the bed beside me and slid down under the covers.  Her giggle reminded me of what I’d forgotten.  I had stripped off my pajama bottoms.  I don’t sleep in them.  I was in my boxers and a t-shirt.  Her firm young legs slid alongside me and she pressed up against me.

What do you do with that?  I had a scared young girl in my bed.  So I hugged her.  And kissed the top of her sweet-smelling head.  And stroked her back to sooth her fears.

She wiggled got get closer.  And part of her that was wiggling was in close contact with my dick, separated from it by a couple of thin layers of cloth.  I know she had to feel something.  And then she wiggled in closer.  “Hold me close,” she said in a little girl’s voice.  “Make me not scared.”

I held her.  Thunder crashed outside and each peal caused her to shudder.  She forced her leg in between mine and her movement caused her nightshirt to ride up on her, uncovering her butt, covered as it was in light blue cotton panties.  I was hard.  Very hard.  I didn’t WANT to be hard.  But I was.  She pulled her leg out from between mine and plastered herself against me, planting her pubic mound firmly against the hard shaft of my dick.

“Mmmmmm,” she whispered, “You make me feel so safe…”

The blood was pounding so hard in my ears that I almost couldn’t hear the thunder.  Not that I was paying attention anyway.  But I tried to maintain control.

“Okay, Candy, then let’s go to sleep, honey.”

“Okay, Mr. Dan.”

It’s wonderful thing to me to drift off to sleep with the sounds of thunder far away, and that’s what I tried to do.  Candy drifted off first.  Her sleeping movements carried her out of my arms but she didn’t move far.  I rolled off my side onto my back and when I moved, she rolled towards me and wrapped an arm across my chest.  I thought I heard “Mmmmm” escape her lips.  She was pleasant feeling laying there next to me.

I was just drifting off to sleep when her arm moved.  And her hand cupped itself over my somewhat softened dick.  It could have been accidental though.  I gently moved her hand.  I took a breath.  And her hand moved back.  This time it didn’t cup.  It gripped.  I tried to move it and it gripped.

I whispered, “Candy!”

I heard a sleepy-sounding “Huh?”

“Candy, baby, your hand’s in the wrong place.”

“Huh?”

“Your hand.  It’s holding on my thing.”

“Oh.  It is.”  She squeezed.  “I’m sorry, Mr. Dan.  I was asleep.”

“That’s okay, baby.  Maybe you should go back in Trish’s room now.”  That would have had more validity if another storm wasn’t moving into the area.  A single peal of distant thunder.  “Never mind, baby.  It’s still thundering.  Just try to watch your hands, okay?”

“I didn’t hurt  you, did I?” she asked.

“No, it didn’t hurt.  It’s just that we’re not supposed to be touching like that.  I could get in big trouble if somebody found out.”

“I won’t tell anybody, Mr. Dan.”  She giggled.  “Even if it happens again.”

“Again?”

“Yeah, you know, if I, like, played with it.  In my sleep, I mean.”

“Uh, Candy, you shouldn’t be doing this.”

In the dim light I saw her bottom lip form a pout.  “But all I did was touch it.  Through your shorts.  Like this.”  Her fingers brushed the hard form of my dick.  I moaned.

“Does it feel THAT good?  I mean, really?

“God, yes…” I hissed.  “I shouldn’t be doing this.”

“You’re NOT doing this,” Candy said.  “I’m doing this.”  She stroked me again.  “Can I see it?  Like, with the light on?”

“I shouldn’t.”  Whatever vestiges of self-control I might have had were waning fast.

“Please?  I just want to play with it a little.”

“Okay, sweetie,” I said, reaching up to turn on the lamp.

She was sitting back on her knees beside me now.  Her hand reached into the fly of my boxers and maneuvered my hard shaft out into the open.  “Wow,” she said.  “It’s so BIG.”

Now I know every guy gets flattered when being told how big he is, but I wasn’t big.  I was a whopping six inches of normal.  Maybe even a little on the thin side.  But if Candy thought it big, that was good enough for me.  I told her, “Baby, that’s just a normal sized one.”

“Well, it looks big to me.”  Her hands were exploring.  Her fingertips traced the ridge up my shaft and around my corona.  She squeezed and was presented with a big, glistening drop of pre-cum.  “Is that pee?” she asked.

“No, baby, that’s supposed to lubricate it so it goes inside a girl easier.”

Curiosity got to her and her finger dipped into the droplet.  She drew it back, a long string of it connecting her fingertip to the head of my dick.  She rubbed it between finger and thumb.   “So,” she said, “if Mom was suckin’ on Dave, this stuff was goin’ in her mouth?”

“Yeah, Probably.”

Candy popped her glistening fingertip into her mouth.  “Hmmm,” she said.  “Kinda salty.  Not bad.”  She swept the rest of the drop off with her finger and deposited it in her mouth also.  “Can you make more?”

“Yeah,” I said.  I showed her how to milk it from my dick.  

She looked at the big drop shining on the head of my dick.  I supposed I should have been ready for what happened next, but I really wasn’t.  She bent over at the waist (gotta love the flexibility of a twelve year old body) and closed her open mouth over the head of my dick.  And licked.  And sucked.  And pulled away with an audible pop.

“Ahhhhh, princess,” I moaned.

“You liked it?  I did it right?”  Her face was smiling.

“Gosh, yes!  That was wonderful!”

“Good,” she said.  “I wanna do it some more.”

I let her.  I coached.  After all, it WAS my dick.  And she was an enthusiastic pupil.  Her head bobbed down and she took a couple of inches in her mouth and sucked.  She pulled back, holding the suction, leaving me with a “Pop!” and then she licked it.  Her green eyes turned up to me.

“I wanna bite it.  It NEEDS biting.”

“Just be careful.  If you bite too hard, it can cause permanent damage.  But a little biting would be good.”

Head bobbed down.  Suck.  And bite.  Eyes looked back at me.  “Too hard?”

“No.”

Head back down.  Suck.  Another bite, a little harder this time.  Another inquisitive look.  “That?”

“That’s okay too, Candy.  And you can use your teeth to slide the skin up and down.”

She looked at my dick from a vantage of a foot away.  Her hand wrapped the shaft, gripping lightly and she slid the skin up and down.  “Oh, that’s NEAT!  I think I got it!” and her head bobbed back down.  Her lips closed over my shaft and she drew me in and out a couple of times, experimenting, then she closed her teeth on me and repeated.

“Mmmmmm!” I thought I was in heaven.

She looked back up.  “You like that?”

“Yes, I like that.  Too much!”

“How can you like it too much?”

“Because I’m about to have an orgasm.  That’s when stuff squirts out.”  My dick was throbbing with every beat of my heart.

“Is that the stuff that makes babies?  Mom told me about that, an’ I heard it in health class.”

“Yeah.  That’s the stuff.”

“It’s not that stuff I’ve BEEN tasting?”

“No, sweetie, this stuff will be milky colored and will squirt out.  And I had an operation so I can’t make babies any more.”

“Ooooh,” she said.  “But it has to go in my thingy to get me pregnant anyway, right?  I mean, I can’t get pregnant through my mouth, even if you could still make babies?”

“No, you can’t get pregnant through your mouth.  That’s why a lot of people do oral sex.  It feels good and you can’t make babies that way.”

“Uh-huh.  Maybe that’s why Mom does it.  I don’t need any competition.”  She looked thoughtful for a few seconds.  “But, like, guys do it to GIRLS?”

“Yes, little one, they do.”

“But I don’t have a thingy to suck on.” She rolled backward spreading her legs and pulling the crotch of those light blue panties aside.  “Just this!”

I saw before me a beautiful pink pussy, virginal, I guessed, and with her legs spread, the outer lips opened just enough to reveal the pink inner lips, a little clit peeking out from under its hood, and a magical, tight little hole.

Candy continued, “But this part right here feels good if I play with it.”  Her fingertip softly massaged the sheath of her little clit.

“Yeah, baby, that’s the part a man licks with his tongue.”  I paused.  “Actually, I would lick it all, but that part is probably going to feel best for you.”

“Y-you mean you’d lick me THERE?  I, like, PEE from there.”

“I’d lick you there if you wanted me to.  And you just took a bath, so there’s no pee there, and even if you hadn’t just bathed, the pee isn’t a problem.”

“Mine’s kinda salty.”  Her eyes twinkled.

“You’ve tasted it?”

“Yeah.  I tasted all my stuff down there.  If I play with this little button it started getting all gooshy down there and I wanted to see what that tasted like, so I did.”  She wiped a fingertip through her little slit and stuck it in her mouth.  “You know, your stuff tastes an awful lot like MY stuff.”

“It should.  It’s there for the same reason?”

“You mean that I get all gooshy because my thingy wants to be ready for a guy?”

“Yep.  That’s how our bodies work.”

“Oooooh,” she said.  “But at first I thought that was pee, so when I had to pee, I tasted it, too.”  She sat up. “It wasn’t bad tasting, either, like I thought it would be.”  She smiled.  Looked thoughtful ofr a second.  Then, “Can I kiss you?”

I laughed.

“What’s so funny?”  Her brow crinkled.

“Nothing, baby.  Nothing at all.  Just that USUALLY kissing comes before sucking on a guy.”

She grinned.  “Yeah.  I suppose so.”  Giggle.  “So can I kiss you?”

“Oh, let’s see.  We’re in bed together.  You’ve been playing with me.  Sucked me.   No, I can’t let you kiss me!”

Her lip pouted out.

“Come here, you!”  I spread my arms and received a sweet, soft, eager twelve year old girl.  Her lips met mine.  At first, a quick peck. Like the one an hour or so ago.   The second, softer, longer.

“Mmmmm,” she said.  She kissed me again.

I guessed I needed to try something, so I parted my lips and let my tongue play over her lips.  I figured it would either get a “Yuck!” or a happier response.  Her lips parted and the tip of her tongue met mine, tentatively at first, then a bit more aggressively.  She stopped for breath.  “So that’s that tongue thing.  I wondered how that would work.”

“You like it?”  My question was answered by another kiss, our tongues caressing each other.  We kissed and I let my hands roam over the adolescent curves of her almost teen body.  When our kiss broke, she sat back.  Her hands went down to the hem of her nightshirt and in one smooth move she stripped it over her head.  With her arms raised, I got a beautiful view of the starting swells of her breasts, just eh beginnings of bulges, topped with little pink nipples like tiny strawberries.

I couldn’t help myself.  I bent forward and kissed one.

“Mmmmm,” she said.  “Do that again!”

I did.  A bunch.  Both of them.  Sucking, licking, kissing.  Little Candy’s candy.  She was caressing the back of my head as I worshipped her adolescent titties.  Finally I raised back up to meet her lips with mine.  The kiss was even MORE passionate as my little darling was getting more and more aroused.  

She tugged at my t-shirt.  “Take this stuff off for me, Dan,” she said.  I noted that I wasn’t “Mr. Dan” now.  I got out of bed and complied, standing before her completely naked.  “Come here,” she commanded.

I stepped forward to her seated on the edge of the bed.  She surveyed my dick and balls now that I was standing.  My dick was erect.  Her hands cupped under my balls, exploring.  She bounced my sack in her hand as if weighing my balls, then her fingers rolled them around.  Leaving one hand to caress my balls, she took my shaft in the other and stroked me.  A drop of pre-cum oozed out.  Her head bobbed forward and she gave me a wet, smacking suck.  Then she looked up at me and smiled.

She stood up, wearing only her panties, powder blue cotton hip-huggers.  Her thumbs hooked the waistband and she shoved them downward over her slight hips.  With a wiggle, she dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them, completely naked herself.  I opened my arms and she stepped forward to embrace.  I was a good foot taller, and the put my dick pressing on her belly and her head on my chest.  I gazed into her eyes as she sighed.  Then the little minx bit me on the nipple.

“Gaaah!” I gasped.

Candy giggled.  “Oh, did I surprise you?”

“Yes you did!”

“Well, I liked it when you did that to me.”

“Yeah, but you were expecting me to do things to you.  That was out of the clear blue!”

“You still liked, it, huh!”  That statement was with a smirk.

“Yeah, I like that, too.”  I pulled her close and kissed her.  

She pulled us together back to the bed and when the kiss ended, she fell backward onto it and scooted to the middle.  And layed there.  Sleek, sexy, naked.  Short hair haloed around her face.  Smiling.  She spoke two words:  “Do me.”

I crawled in between her thighs.  I stared for a second at a pink piece of nirvana spread before me, pink, wet.  My nostrils flared as I savored the musky aroma of an excited pussy.  And I planted a kiss on it, right at the top where her little slit gave way to her pubic mound.

I heard her suck in her breath.  I rained a string of kisses down the length of her slit. Little motions of her hips were trying to get more contact.  Reaching the end of her slit, I extended my tongue and ran it back up, from bottom to top.  Another explosive exhale.  “Ahhhh!”

“You liked that, baby?”

“YESSSSSS!” she hissed!  “Do it!”

I pressed my open lips over her slit and eased my tongue deeper between her folds, searching for her little hole with the tip.  I found it.  Juicy.  I lapped.

“Gaaahhhhhh!   Oh, Dan!  That’s WONDERFUL!”

And then I moved my tongue in little swirls up her slit toward her little clit.  It was aroused, the little head protruding from its shroud like a little pink pea.  I gently licked it.  This was apparently a Good Thing to my little Candy because tow hands clamped on the back of my head and I heard “There!  Right there!  Do it!”

And I did.  I had to contend with her hips bucking against my tongue, but her hands worked to hold me in position.  And I worked it, occasionally slipping my tongue down to gather the juices almost running from her little pussy hole.

“Mmmm.  Lick.  MMMM!  Me.   Hard!”

Little Candy was getting serious.  I kept at it.  I couldn’t remember EVER tasting a sweeter pussy in all my forty years.  This one was sooooo good!

“Oh, gahhhhh!  Dan!  Something’s happening!!!!  Don’t stop!  Pleeeeease!  Mmmmmmm!  Gaahhhhh!”  And there was one final, Olympian hip thrust and then total collapse.  Her hands pushed my head away.

I crawled up alongside her and brushed her bangs away from her sweaty brow.  I gave her a little kiss on the lips.  Her eyes were squinched closed.  When I kissed her, she opened them with a flutter.  “Oh, Dan!  That was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever felt in my whole life.”  She sighed.  “What WAS that?”

“That, little girl, was an orgasm.”  I slowly wandered my hand from her cheek, downward to caress those sweet little mounds, over her flat belly, to the mound of her pussy.  I petted it gently.

“Wow… I can see why people like sex…”  She smiled.  “Is yours like that?  I mean, does it feel that good?’

“Oh, yeah, baby.  It does.”

She turned on one elbow towards me.  Her free hand pulled my face toward hers and she kissed me.  We kissed passionately, her lips straying to my face, still sticky with her juices.  “You get all messy when you eat.  It’s a good thing I taste good,” she giggled.  “So what happens to your stuff when YOU do it?”

“That depends, sweetness, on where I do it.”

“Like, where all can you do it?”  she asked.

“Well,” I said, “ the obvious place is inside your pussy…”  This got me a giggle.

“I don’t call it THAT,” she laughed.  “That’s nasty!”

“There are other terms, too, and I think they sound nastier.”  We went down the list.  “But if you want to call it your thingy, that’s fine with me.  But you can mine a thingy, too.”

“I know,” she said bashfully.  “It’s a penis in health class, but I don’t like that.  An’ it’s a dick when the other kids talk about it.”  She smiled.  “But now mine’s a pussy an’ yours is a dick.  We can do that.”

“You call ‘em whatever you want, baby.”

“So if it’s inside my pussy, where’s the stuff go?”

“Inside you.  And then it comes out later.  It can be kind of messy.  Sometimes there’s a lot of juice, the guy’s, the girl’s…”

“Ohhhh,” she said.  “An’ the other places?”

I continued, “sometimes you can stimulate it with your hand and it just squirts into the air and you wipe it up with a towel or tissues or whatever.  That’s what they call a hand job.  Or masturbation.”

“That’s fun?”  she looked at me.

“Yeah, it’s fun.  Sometimes the girl doesn’t want it inside her, like during her period, or whatever.  And guys can do that by themselves.  Girls can do it to themselves too.  It’s not as messy with girls.”  I watched her eyes.  “And some guys do it in their partner’s butt.”

“Ewwwwww!”  That was the first look of disgust I’d seen so far.

“That’s kind of how I feel about it.  I don’t think I’d like that myself.”

“Neither would I,” Candy said.  “And what about in my mouth?”

“That’s different.  Some girls like it when their guy does it in their mouth.  And they just swallow it.  Some girls let the guy do it in their mouth, then they spit it out.  And some girls won’t let the guy do it in their mouth, so when the guy gets close, they finish it off with their hands…”

“That sounds like cheating the guy,” Candy said.  “I think I’d be the first one.”  She smiled at me, her eyes laughing.  “We could find out…”

“Huh?”  I couldn’t believe my ears.  “You want to do that to me?”

“Of course, silly!  You did it to me.”  She was sliding down in the bed.

“But that’s different.  I’m gonna squirt stuff.”

“Don’t be silly.  You had MY juice all over your face.  I’m gonna at least try it!  You like it better that way, huh?”

Oral sex was not my wife’s strong suit.  In twenty years she’d sucked me off exactly TWICE, both times when we were drunk after a party.  And she refused to even talk about it afterward.  So me getting sucked was relegated to foreplay.

But I did like being sucked off.  And a twelve year old green-eyed honey blonde was wanting to do it to me.  “Yes, I do like it better that way.”

Giggle.  And a pair of happy lips closed on my shaft behind the head, followed by teeth.  She dragged her head back, catching her teeth behind the corona.  She breathed through her mouth around my dick.  I felt her hot breath, then her mouth closed again, applying suction, her tongue plastered on the underside of my shaft and she was moving her head back and forth, short strokes of wonderful sensation.

“Ooooh, Candy,” I said.  “That’s wonderful, baby!”

One hand was guiding my dick in her mouth, sliding up and down my shaft in time with her mouth.  Her other hand wasn’t idle either.  I felt fingertips caressing my scrotum, bouncing and tugging my balls.   And I’d had two hours of stimulation from this little doll.  I was READY.

Her lips left my dick.  “How long does this take, Dan?” she asked.  “I’m loving it…  mmmmm” as her mouth engulfed me again.

“Baby, I am soooo close.”  That got me a giggle right on the head of my dick.  And another sucking stroke.  “Mmmmm.  Baby!  Keep going!  I’m soooo close!”

Her head bobbed in my lap.   “Mmmmm” came from around my dick.  She popped free again, “I think so, Dan.  You’re REALLY givin’ me a lot of juice!”  head bobbed down again.

“Mmm.  Candy.  I’m.  Nnnnnnn. Commmmingggggg!” and the first spurt exploded its way out fo my dick into her mouth, turning her own “mmmm” into “mmmmpphhhh”.  I felt her swallow.  She was sucking and stroking for the next spurt.  “Mmmmmm- glurg” as she swallowed.  And a third.  And fourth, and I lost count and I think I fainted and had an out-of-body experience and traveling to a parallel universe and back.  All because of the mouth of this little cutie.

Finally the spasms stopped.  Candy gave my softening dick one lst popping suck and slid up my chest from between my legs.  “I’m not too heavy to be here, am I?” she asked.

She was like a feather.  A cute, pink, naked feather.  “No way, baby!  You're perfect right there.”

That got me another giggle and a kiss.  A long, hot, passionate kiss.  And a different taste that had to be remnants of the semen she’d just sucked from me.

“Wow, Dan, that was NEAT!”  she pushed herself up, both hands on my shoulders, then pulled her knees up, one leg on each side of me, so she was squatted on me, her pussy pressing against my softened dick.  She gave her head a shake, her short hair bouncing sassily and she smiled at me.  “Does this bother you?”

“Does what bother me?”

“This!” and she slid her hips back and forth, sliding her wet pussy along the shaft of my semi-hard dick.  “It feels neat!”

“There are a lot of words to describe what that does to me, baby, but “bother” isn’t one of them.”

“I like it.  I can feel your thingy move.”  She looked at me.  “Your dick.  I can feel you dick move.”

I responded by consciously twitching it.  That got me a squeal.  “You’re MAKING it do that!”

“Yes I am, little girl.”

“You were soft when I finished sucking on you.  It’s hard now.”  She was observant.  It was indeed hard.  Twenty minutes since an orgasm.  Hard.  Hadn’t been like that in a long time.  Was now.  Her pussy was juicing up as she consciously slid back and forth.  “It feels REAL good.”  Her eyes closed and she was biting her bottom lip and I could feel the angles she was working as she rubbed against my dick.  I knew there was that little pink clit in there.

As she rode, I caressed her body, playing with the developing mounds of her tits.  They were just the barest of rises now, sweet little moundlets with the slightest of curve away from her chest.

“Mmmmm, Dan, you touch me so good…  Mmmmm…” Her hip mothions became rhythmic and insistent.  “Mmm.  Mmm.  Mmm.”  And harder.

My hands slid down her slight form to grasp her waist.  Candy was about to come!  I told her, “Come on, baby!  Enjoy it!  Do it your way!”

“Push, Dan!  Push up against me!  I just need a little push!”  And I did.  Meeting her thrusts with upward pushes of my own.  “Ohh!  Dan!  Theritis!  Ohgodohgodohgod!  I’m COMMMMINGGGGG!”  And I rode with her, matching little insistent thrusts from her hips with my own.  And finally she relaxed and fell forward.  She rolled off me and I rolled to face her.  I gave her a shower of kisses on her face until she captured my head and pushed her lips against mine.  We breathed each other.

“Ohhhhhh, Dan!  That’s sooooo gooood!”

I held her for some time and her hand started wandering.  It found my dick, erect.   “Dan,” she said, “can I ask you something?”

Here I was naked in bed with a sweet, post-orgasmic pre-teen who was holding my hard dick in her hand.  She could ask me ANYTHING!  “Sure, baby.  What?”

“I heard that the first time a girl does it with a guy, it can hurt.  But my doctor said that I shouldn’t worry about that since I use tampons for my periods.  Is that true?”

“Yes to the first part.  And part yes to the second.  There’s a little bit of tissue in young girls that is in the way when they do it with a guy the first time,” I said.

“But the doctor said I didn’t have much because I do gymnastics and stuff an’ I use tampons.”

“That’s probably true.  But still, a guy’s thing is bigger than a tampon, so you’re going to have to stretch the first time, and it might be uncomfortable, even hurt.  So you need to be careful and take your time the first time.  Some guys don’t know that and they hurt their partners.”

“You’d take your time, wouldn’t you?”

“What?”  I was incredulous.  Candy was wanting for me to be her first.

“If you an’ me did it, you’d take your time, huh?”

“Candy, I would be very careful with you.  But your first time, that’s special to some people.  You want that to be with somebody you really care about.”

“Yeah,” she said, “I heard all that, an’ YOU are special to me.”  She looked into my eyes.  “So, what would you rather, me an’ you, an’ you doing it right, like everything else today, or some kid who doesn’t know what he’s doing and doesn’t care about me?”

“You know,” I said, “you’re pretty good at arguing. Very convincing.”

She squeezed my dick, giggled, and spun around in the bed and planted her mouth over it.  “Mmmmmm,” she hummed, “juicy.  It wants to be ready to go inside me.”  In front of my face her free hand dipped a finger into her wet pussy.  “It’s wet there too.”  Little Miss Mobility spun around again and kissed me.  “So, let’s figure out how to do this!”

I kept her in my arms as I rolled onto my back, putting her on top of me.  “This is probably the best way, princess,” I said.  “This way YOU get to control how much and how fast.”

She returned to kneeling astride me, smiling, and said, “An’ I was almost there twenty minutes ago.  Hmmph!”  She slid familiarly back and forth.  “Yeah, this’ll work!”  She rose up and so did my erect dick.  She wiggled her ass, her pussy searching for the head of my dick.  Her hand reached under her and she used her fingers to guide me into the little tight hole.  I felt it when it found its mark.

“Baby, that feels very nice,” I said.  “Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

“Uh-huh,” she said.  I don’t think she was paying much attention to me as the head of my dick found its way into her virgin pussy.  She was moving up and down in little strokes, spreading our juices over both of us.  Each little stroke took me deeper.  Finally she had the head entirely inside her.  She paused at that stage and looked at me, eyes intense with sensation and concentration.  “Dan, here goes!”

I thought she was going to ease me in like she’d already been doing.  Instead, she bit her bottom lip and pushed downward on top of me.  My dick slid home.  “Uhhhhh,” she gasped.  She stopped moving, looking at me, getting used to the feeling.  Then a tentative movement, her pussy moving in a little circle.  “It’s in me, Dan!”

“yes, sweetie, it is.  Thank you for letting me do this with you!”

“Oh, Dan, you know you’re special to me now.  An’ you always will be.”  And that delightful smile started working its way across her face.  And a couple more of those little circles with her pussy.  And then I felt her thigh muscles tighten as she eased up, slowly withdrawing my dick from her.  After maybe an inch, she went back down.  “Ahhhh….”

“Does it hurt?  We can stop, baby…”

Her head shook, that sassy blonde hair bouncing.  “Nuh-uh.  Feels GOOD.  Just a little sting.  An’ I’m not used to this. But it feels good to have you in me!”  She was back to almost full smile now.  Another upward move, farther this time, then back down again.  And another.  This time I could see my dick connecting us, and I saw no blood.  And she did a couple of strokes in succession, king of tentative, then “Mmmmmm, Dan,  this is great!”

“I’ve never felt better, little one!” and I was telling the truth.  I wrapped my hands around her waist right above her hips.  She started riding.  I couldn’t resist.  I started thrusting, then stopped.  I was about to ask…

“Why’d you stop, baby,” she said.  “  I LIKE that!”  So I didn’t stop.  Candy was experimenting with angles and motions and in general wreaking havoc with my dick and I was loving it.  Finally she found what she was looking for, where her thrusts and mine combined to give her little clitty the attention it desired with each stroke.

And we had a rhythm.  We broke the rhythm, though, for a long, hot kiss, our bodies firmly mated together, her tongue penetrating my mouth at one end, my dick penetrating her pussy at the other, and the world could have ended at that moment and I wouldn’t have cared.

She did sit back up, though, and her mobile hips began working me again.  Except no her hip thrusts were coincident with her breathing and little mewing sounds, “Nnn, nnn, nnn….” And I was almost lost in where and what my dick was doing, but still sane enough to note that my little sweetie was about to come again.  I knew.  Eyes squinched shut.  Biting bottom lip.  Little noises.  Yes, Candy was going to come soon.

And I didn’t want to miss sharing it with her.  The situation had me closing in on a second orgasm of my own as I thrust up into her tight twat.  I could feel our combined juices slowly spreading down my balls.

So along with Candy’s “Nnn…nnn…nnn” there was my own gasps for air and “God, baby!  You’re too good!  I’m going to come!

“Dan!  Squirt in me!  I’m coming! I’m commminnnggggg!” and her hips shoved down hard on me, driving me all the way up into her.  Her orgasm brought her little cervix to life and I felt it press against eh head of my dick.  That’s all it needed to trigger my own load, and I spurted deep inside her.

“Gaghhhhhh!  Candy!  Darling!  I… You…  I’m commmingggg!”  Spasms were happening inside that sweet pussy, hers and mine both.  She collapsed on top of me into my arms.  I held my no longer virgin sweetie in my arms until our breathing subsided to normal levels and her eyes opened.

“Oh, Dan, how lovely can anything ever be?  Nothing will ever top this!”  I kissed the top of her head.  She turned her face toward mine and slid upward.  With our height differences, we had a choice, stay coupled, or kiss.  Candy chose kissing this time and my softening, wet dick fell out of her pussy.  

She kissed me.  Long.  And then looked into my eyes.  And said, “I love you, Dan.”

Now what do I do?
