    Pedo.
    
    Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and completely imaginary. Reality can never be this good. In prison, child molesters are used as human toilets.
    
    
    I got up really early because I couldn't sleep, and was at work by five. I tried to get everything done that I could. By eight thirty, I was running out of stuff to do, and getting really excited about going to see my young obsession again. I called her to find out if Dawn had come back. No, Dawn hadn't come back and Kathy had been up for a couple hours. I drove straight to the hotel and was met at the door by Kathy. I lifted her easily into my arms and hugged the breath out of her. On impulse, I then leaned back and kissed her full on the lips, slowly. The look on her face was the most exciting thing I had ever seen. She had loved it. She wanted more, but the impulse had passed, and I reluctantly put her down. She was so excited she almost vibrated. 
    "What do you want to do today?" She asked. I didn't know. I hadn't planned this out. I thought to myself that all kids love water. I had an idea. The gym where I work out has an indoor pool. They wouldn't mind if I brought a guest, especially a child. I asked Kathy if she had a swimsuit. She said yes and ran to her garbage bag. I winced every time I saw that lumpy black plastic bag with tears in it. I couldn't imagine how she felt having everything she owned in a garbage bag. She dug to the bottom and came up with a white one piece suit. I said, "Try it on for me." She didn't go to the bathroom but told me to turn around. After a second I glanced over my shoulder trying to catch a glimpse of her naked. She had turned around where she was standing and couldn't see me so I kept watching. 
    I knew I was being bad, but I remembered that as a good boy I had always turned away for erotic sights, and always regretted it. Kathy pulled off her t-shirt and there was no undershirt this time. The contrast of her dark hair against the bare flawless skin of her back was mesmerizing. She then undid her jeans and bending over away from me, pulled them down. Her underwear was white cotton with little pink flowers. My cock was already growing hard in anticipation of what I might see, and it maxed out painfully. She bent over again and pulled down her underwear. She had no idea what she was doing to me. The urge to grab and play with those twin moons that stuck out toward me was driving me crazy. When she balanced wobbly on one leg to lift her other foot to put on the swimsuit, I truly thought I was going to die from the cuteness and sexiness of the scene. I had to turn my head and close my eyes to keep from groaning. I opened them when she said I could turn around. 
    Kathy must have had the suit for a long time because it seemed stretched to the breaking point. Any one who thinks one pieces aren't sexy has never seen one that is too small on a sexy body. Her hard little nipples almost pierced the fabric. The extreme camel toe accented each puffy pussy lip, which could not have had a single hair on them. It was worn to the point that some of it seemed see-thru. She was almost too sexy to be seen in public, and I told her so. She beamed with pride. She saw the hardness in my pants and asked if she could see my penis again. I thought about how Dawn still carried a keycard to the door, and again I promised Kathy that she could see it later. I told her to put her clothes on over her suit. 
    I knew we would be gone awhile, so I made a decision. I took a big sheet of paper that was the back of an ad, and wrote, "Dawn, we are at the gym, call my cell phone." and I left my cell phone number.
    I always keep my gym bag in my trunk, since I don't know when I will want to work out, so we went straight to the gym. At the gym, I got her through the lobby and told her to wait by the pool. In the locker room I changed, stored my stuff, and grabbed some towels. I met Kathy by the pool where she stripped and we quickly dove in. We had a blast. She was just learning to swim and we stayed at the shallow end. I accidentally felt up her body far too often as we roughhoused in the water. She didn't like it when I grabbed her thighs to lift her up. "No, don't do it that way, do it like this." and squeezed my hands firmly on her butt. I squeezed to see if she knew what she was asking. She sighed in an unmistakable way. 
    Kathy preferred the games that became more physical. When my fingers dug into her crack, or my hand slipped between her legs, she would pause to prolong the moment. I knew that she had learned all about sex from watching her mother, but I didn't know a ten year old girl could have so many sexual thoughts. It was hard not to give her what she wanted, but I had to let go before someone noticed. I didn't dare kiss her or hold her too long, even though there were very few people coming and going, in and around the pool. Occasionally we would jump out and get in the spa, but it was too hot and we would soon go back to the pool to cool down. 
    Looking at Kathy in her tightly stretched suit often gave me a hardon that I tried to hide. Kathy saw this, since she always looked at that part of me. The next few games involved keeping her from getting a good grip on it. She wore me out with her endless energy and excitement. I had to call it quits after two hours, and we were hungry, so we got out. 
    I showed Kathy where the women's locker room was so she could change out of her wet suit, and I met her in the lobby. She handed me her wet bikini. I looked at it and decided I better get her a new one. I borrowed a phone book from the receptionist and called a few stores to see if they had small swimsuits. One was nearby. 
    Neither of us had breakfast and we were starving. I felt bad feeding Kathy fast food from a burger place, but she seemed to think it was a real treat. I kept looking at my cell phone, dreading that Dawn might call. 
    The women's clothing store seemed to specialize in very small and very large girls and women's clothes. We, of course, went to the small side. Being the off season, they didn't have many swimsuits, but Kathy found several she liked. They were all bikinis. I wasn't going to treat her like a child and tell she had to have a one piece. I told her to try them on. I wandered around the clothing store while waiting. I saw some really sexy women's underwear and at XS, they seemed small enough. I felt a little like a pervert, but couldn't resist the mental picture of her in them. I picked out three of them and stuffed them beside a sweat shirt I wanted for my mother. 
    I heard a precocious "Ahem" behind me and turned. Kathy was out of the changing room and standing at the end of the isle. Apparently, she wanted me to see them on her and had wandered through the store looking for me. She looked irritated at having to find me. She was wearing a super skimpy white bikini bottom that stretched across the hips so low that if she had pussy hair it would have shown. The small triangle shaped patches of the top blended smoothly with her skin. 
    "SOLD" my brain shouted. My words were more carefully chosen. "Wow, that's even sexier than the one you've got. Maybe we need something that won't turn boys on so much." 
    The look on her face turned from irritation into one of sheer pride. I followed her to the dressing room like she wanted. She came out and modeled each suit as I squirmed and tried to control my raging hardon. It occurred to me that small women's bikinis were probably mixed in with the girl's and Kathy didn't want the childish girl ones. 
    Since I was a boy, I have always been turned on by a woman's excitement when trying on clothes. I always found myself wanting to catch glimpses of her changing. The first bikini had been the sexiest. The rest were still very beautiful. I couldn't decide which to buy and I wanted them all. I told her to pick one and it seemed she picked the second sexiest one. It was a bright orange bikini, with Hawaiian flowers, and fake string ties at the sides. As she put it in the basket, I whispered, "Let's buy the first one too." She didn't hesitate to grab it. When we checked out, I don't think she saw the underwear I tried to hide, but I wasn't sure. 
    We needed something to do for the rest of the day that wasn't quite such a turn on for me. It seemed everything I would do with Kathy would turn me on. I didn't know I was making mistake when I chose to take her to a movie. Choosing a children's cartoon did not seem to be Kathy's style and she made a face. She wanted a more adult action thriller. We picked a pg-13 but had to wait a little, so we played a few video arcade games that neither of us could figure out. A few minutes before the movie, we went into the theater and talked quietly. She kept thanking me for such a fantastic time. I realized that she had never failed to thank me or appreciate what I did for her. I didn't need to be thanked; I was having the best time of my life. 
    As soon as the lights dimmed down I learned that being in a dark theater with her was a mistake. Kathy started playing. Her hands began to craw all over me. The theater was nearly deserted and we had sat behind everyone. Soon she was sitting in my lap and nuzzling my neck. She could feel my hard cock rub against her tush. The movie was exciting, and we actually paid attention to some of it. When it got too exciting or scary she would grip me tightly and her fingers would dig into my arms. I would then wrap my arms around her and hold her secure and protected. 
    Halfway through the movie came the sexy romantic scene. Kathy turned her head and looked at me. Somehow our lips became magnetically attracted and once they connected, they could not separate.  The movie was forgotten. The theater seemed surreal. The rest of my life was just a bad dream. I lost myself in that kiss. It wasn't deep or hard. It was just me joining with everything I ever needed or wanted. I don't know what she felt, but I hope it was something like the incredible thrill that tore through me as we shared her first lovers kiss. Eventually, it seemed hours later, I ended the kiss and opened my eyes and looked down to her upturned face. Her eyes were still closed and she looked more blessed than an angel. 
    Then reality came rushing back to crash against my brain. I looked around. It had only been a couple minutes in the semi darkness, but we were in a public theater and this was crazy. I picked her up and set her in her own seat. She was shocked and disappointed. I didn't blame her, but we had to learn to be more careful. She wouldn't look at me for the rest of the movie, and she didn't seem to be watching it. After the movie, we were walking through the lobby and she still wouldn't look at me. 
    I had to make it up to her. I kneeled to one knee and turned her toward me. "How about if we go to my place?" 
    Kathy's eyes widened. She said calmly, "I'd like that." as she failed at trying to contain all her excitement. 
    Before I could take her to my place, I knew that we should go to the hotel room, since we had been gone a couple of hours. Dawn might be back and looking for her daughter. I almost trembled in fear as Kathy checked the room. We agreed that if Dawn was there, then Kathy wouldn't be able to come back out and lead her mother to me. After an eternity of three minutes, Kathy came back into view and nodded to me. Unbelievably relieved, I came in and wrote a new note; not saying where we were, but only saying that Dawn should call me.
    I couldn't wait to show Kathy my house. It was a large four bedroom in a nice subdivision. As soon as we got there I brought in the stuff we bought and I told her to explore around on her own. We were both a little hungry so I started making spaghetti. I chose spaghetti mostly because spaghetti almost makes itself. Soon she was back, gushing about all the furniture and paintings. She wanted to know how many other people lived there. I had to laugh. I had bought the house because it was a good investment, not because it fit me living alone. 
    It was fun to have her help me cook. Microwaved potatoes and garlic toast completed the meal. We ate, and talked, and laughed. Suddenly, Kathy became real serious and said, "You promised me." I knew exactly what she was talking about. I hadn't meant to show her my penis this soon, but the whole day had been nothing but one big long tease for me. I was horny and she was eager. And, I had made a promise. I wanted to stall. 
    I thought of something she might want to see more. I leaned over and whispered, "I bought you a little something." I got up from the table and got the bag with the underwear. I handed her the bag and hoped for a good reaction. I thought she might like the idea of owning adult underwear. She looked in it and squealed. She literally wriggled back and forth in her seat as she pulled out each one and held them up to see.  It felt great to have such a simple gift appreciated so much. She asked, "Oh, can I try them on?"
    "Please do." I had imagined seeing her in them, and I had wanted to watch her try on her clothes in the store.
    She hopped out of her seat and turned to run out of the room. Disappointment lanced through me.
    "Hey that's no fair." I teased. "I want to watch you try them on." I was daring her. I wanted her to play with the idea, but I was afraid of what it would do to me. I held my breath.
    She chewed her lip considering the naughty idea, then shrugged and said "okay". 
    Suddenly I was nervous. I led Kathy to the family room and sat on the couch. She posed in the middle of the room then began to unzip her jeans while facing me. I know that I stared, but this was like an unreal game. Any moment now she would chicken out and laugh at me. 
    Kathy started to pull her jeans slowly down over her hips. She wasn't wearing any underwear! I had forgotten that she took them off in the morning when she put on the swimsuit. All morning she had been walking around without underwear. The idea really turned me on and my semi-hard cock pounded to stiffness. 
    The flesh that came into view was the most puffy and pouty on her entire body. Perfect skin; no freckles, moles, spots, or a single hair. The folds of flesh were moist, maybe from sweat, but they still concealed paradise. Her pants slid down those perfect muscular legs and off her delicate tiny feet. She stood bottomless before me, awaiting my approval. 
    I gulped and my breath whooshed out of me. This had gone too far. I thought that I wouldn't feel like this just to see a child naked. But she wasn't a child though. She was a person who desired and wanted me too. I told myself that I could stop before this got too, too serious. I know I lied. But right then, more than anything else on earth, I wanted more. 
    I managed to croak, "All of it." With a quick single motion she pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it to the floor. No adult woman in the world had ever turned me on as much as I was right then. Her simple perfection of form and energy glowed and radiated, without a mark or scar, physically or emotionally. 
    Her feet seemed small even for her. Her legs were slender and muscular. Her hips were narrow, but still feminine. Her waist was narrower and you could see the curves of muscle circling her stomach. Her chest began with a ribcage that showed a just little bit, but the area of the breasts was smooth and curved out a little bit. The areolas were penny sized and very dark with a hard small nipple, smaller than a pea. Her graceful neck rose up to a beautiful, innocent face, which had not been trained to look harshly at the world. Her hair seemed redder than before and fell in a gentle wave around her shoulders.
    Kathy was waiting for a response other than my open mouthed stare. I looked her in the eyes, nodded slowly, and said, "You're perfect." 
    She took this as a signal to proceed and quickly bent over and grabbed the first pair of underwear. I was again treated with the one legged dance as she pulled them on. I was mesmerized as her legs spread to expose her mound with the split in it. I had seen several dozen pussies before, but this was different. No man had seen this one. She didn't treat it like it was gold. She wasn't showing it off, and she probably had no idea what it was doing to me. 
    The first pair of panties were a colorfully patterned translucent material that made a deep narrow V on top and the straps went up her hips. Kathy spun around to show me the back.  They were indeed a thong and she had pulled the narrow fabric up tight into the crack of her ass. You could only see where it emerged from top of the line formed by her two round muscular cheeks. The fabric spread up from there into a wider Y and split to the sides. She loved them. I am sure she had never had anything but plain cotton panties. She swung her hips back and forth and I think I may have whimpered. She turned back to me and the dark panties and dark nipples stood out against her light flesh. It was sweet torture to look at. 
    Too soon she then pushed them down and bent to reach for the next pair. Again the one leg dance and when she straightened up I saw she had pulled on a pair of very sheer, off white panties. I could see the split in her mound clearly. They must have been for low rise jeans because they did not go up very high. They had a loose knot on one side. They were a little big but the shear material did not need to hug her. Again, she turned to show them off. The back contained her butt but was equally sheer, not hiding her crack. My hands dug into the couch and I knew I was losing control. She turned quickly and reached for the last pair. 
    The last pair she tried on was made of a beautiful shimmering silver material. They also made a V into her crotch but did not ride so high on the sides. She turned, and even though they were thong, the strip was wider and stayed outside the crack. 
    Kathy loved them all. Those panties were the best investment I had ever made. She wasn't a child, standing there half clothed in silvery lingerie. I needed more, but I could always stop myself from going too far. She was standing right in front of me twisting about, looking down at herself. 
    I said, "That's beautiful material, come here and let me feel it." Kathy didn't think anything of it and walked right over. I slid my right hand in between her thighs and up tight, to cup her mound with my thumb. She then realized the trap she had fallen into. She looked into my face and smiled invitingly. Her pussy pressed harder against my hand. I began to rub and massage the soft flesh there. She lost her breath for a moment and then started breathing heavy. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back. 
    After half a minute I slowed and stopped. Kathy's eyes opened and she started to protest, but my face was close; too close. I leaned over further and kissed her on her pouty lips. She kissed back hungrily. We continued to kiss as my tongue and lips showed her how to tease and stimulate. After a minute my hand began to caress her pussy through her new underwear again. Her knees started to collapse. Not breaking the kiss, I reached around and cradled her shoulders with my free hand. Lifting most of her weight with my hand in her crotch, I picked her up and set her sideways in my lap.  My left arm continued to hold her shoulders up and her mouth to mine. Her legs spread wide and my right hand started to lightly massage all the best spots in between. Her kissing became less intense and her head fell back in pleasure, as she breathed deep long sighs. I lifted her shoulders higher and craned my neck down and began sucking on one nipple. 
    For the first time, my lips touched her where her bare skin had never been touched by a man before. Her back arched, lifting her breast hard against my mouth. The extra swell of flesh was firm but soft, not like muscle. Her breasts were more developed than they looked and very sensitive. I licked the other nipple and lightly bit the skin around it. It was hard to tell what she liked the most. Her hips bucked once and I realized she might orgasm. 
    I wanted her to cum, but not like this. If this was to be her first orgasm, then I wanted it to be one she could never forget. I stopped everything. Kathy's head came up with a wild confused look. With her butt in my lap, I spun her and lifted her left leg over my body. She now sat in my lap facing me. I pulled her to my chest, trapping my trouser covered hard cock between us. She wrapped her legs and arms around me and I grabbed her butt and stood, lifting her into the air. I carried her into the bedroom and she was using her legs locked around me to grind her thinly covered pussy against my hard cock that was trapped between us. 
    I was giving in to my fantasies, and I hated myself for my weakness. I didn't deserve to give her the gift of her first orgasm. I was being selfish and taking advantage of her innocent body. I would feel guilt for the rest of my life. But, at that moment, I felt it would be worth it.  
    In the bedroom I stooped over to lay her on my plush brocade bedspread. I half knelt at the side of the bed while my clothed body pressed gently, hovering over her. We started kissing again. Her hands reached down and started to pull up my shirt. I started to stand up and she released her legs. I pulled my shirt over my head, and then undid my belt and lowered my pants. Her eyes locked onto the bulge in my underwear. I had worn black bikini briefs. I wanted more build up so I left them on and leaned over and started kissing those eager lips again. My hands went to her waist and I slid her new, ridiculously tiny underwear off of her. She didn't resist. 
    Her naked body lay before me, a fantastic sacrifice to the gods of pleasure. I had made a promise to her and this seemed to be the right time to keep it. I crawled up unto the bed and I knelt beside her. She sat up; her fully bare body was mesmerizing when it moved. Her head came up just above level with my organ protruding in my dark bikini underwear. 
    "You can see it now." 
    Kathy bit her lip in the cutest way and pulled the waist out and down. My cock was caught in the band of my underwear and was pulled down, until it sprang free.  She gasped loudly as it sprang up and bounced stiffly, pointing right at her face. She looked up to see if it was ok and I smiled. 
    "Can I touch it?" she asked. Before I could answer she wrapped her whole hand around the base. She then wrapped the other hand above that, covering my whole cock. She held it like a precious cute pet that might get away. She asked in wonder, "So this goes inside of me?"
    I gulped and said, "Not yet. It would hurt you." 
    Kathy shook her head. She didn't believe I could hurt her. "I want to try."
    It was my turn to shake my head and say, "Maybe someday, I promise." I was hoping for a long future.
    She knew about rubbing my penis from our first night in bed. She started to rub, but this time toward her face. It was rough and very inexperienced, but still wonderful. Then she milked some precum out of me, which helped some, but quickly it began to dry, get sticky, and hurt. 
    I had other plans. This wasn't about me. I bent down and started to kiss her and moved my cock out of range as I crawled over to hold my naked body over and touching her naked body. The heat was intense wherever our bodies touched. My cock was pushing her tummy. My kisses left her mouth and I began to kiss her face, eyes, cheeks, chin, and forehead. My right hand had moved down to rub softly across her pussy to distract her. Then I started to suck on her ears and jaw line. Next I buried my face into her neck, biting and sucking. Everything I did made her body respond more and more. She started to make little whining noises. I began to work my way down her throat and the whining stopped, but then my tongue ran over a nipple and my lips locked on to suck. Her back arched again and her whines became long and loud. It was the same for the other nipple. 
    Eventually, my mouth began to work its way down to her super soft and delicate tummy. Her stomach arched upward till just her butt and the back of her head supported her. From there I dropped over the edge of the bed and spread her legs. Kneeling between them I began to lick the outside of her pouty pussy lips and thighs. Both my hands were free to massage each cheek of her butt. My fingers slid deep into the crack between. I kissed her mound of Venus on top then stuck my tongue downward, licking then splitting the crease between her lower lips. 
    The warm, wet, slightly salty taste of a young clean girl who has never had a period is flavorless and yet the sweetest refreshment in the entire world. I could only want more. I would never taste wine or eat fruit again without some feeling of disappointment. I held her thighs and lifted her legs and kept them spread them apart. The flower of her pussy then opened and revealed the rose pink within. No flower ever existed that could match the beauty of that color. It was so beautiful and moist. It was almost too delicate and precious to touch. 
    Yeah, right. I dove my head in and covered it with my mouth. I wanted to suck all the juices from her vibrant body. All noises from Kathy stopped as she completely lost her breath. It was sweet, and moist, and warm, and delicious. In less than a minute her body began to buck and jerk. It felt like an orgasm to me. 
    I felt a pang of regret because I was just getting started and wanted to take it agonizingly slow. I had to stop till her body began to relax. She started to cry my name, and I had to answer her. I got up off my knees and leaned over her body to look into her worried eyes.
     "That was it. Wasn't it?" she asked. 
    I don't know what "it" she was talking about, but I answered, "No baby, that was just the beginning."
    "Oh God." she groaned.
    I again got back on my knees and began to lick and nuzzle the softest place on a woman's body. She wasn't speechless anymore and whined very loudly. I licked upward and downward, matching her gasping breath and screaming whines. For the first time in my life I felt the tight layer of skin that was a hymen. I had to be careful with it. It was a barrier I would not pass. 
    I tried to build her up slowly, but she was taking her pleasure greedily. I would stop then start again, and kept leaving her hanging. I drew out her buildup for almost five minutes. She was starting to orgasm anyway. I licked to the top of her flower and dug my tongue in to find her clitoris. It was there. Nice, hard, and smooth. I was surprised that it was as large as any woman's I had ever had. This was going to be easy. As soon as I dug my tongue in her whining stopped, and now it seemed her body was tensing up, preparing for a body racking orgasm. A few flicks of my tongue and it started. Then I started nibbling on her button and the fireworks began. 
    I had to hold her body down with one arm across her stomach and chest. My other arm was wrapped around her hips trying to keep her still so I could continue. Her heels were kicking me in the back of my shoulders. I had never seen a woman orgasm this strongly before, not even in porn movies. I had to admit she had probably inherited some of her sexual energy from her mother. Then the irony hit me. I was doing to the daughter what I had done to her mother. 
    Slowly and softly I bought her down. I stood up and started massaging her calves, thighs, and back vigorously. She might cramp up after such a violent orgasm. She didn't open her eyes but her breathing was steady. When I kissed her on the cheek, she opened her eyes. I looked into them and saw a small frightened little girl. 
    It shocked me and I was afraid. 
    "Is it always going to be like that?" she asked.
    "I hope so.", I answered honestly.
    Kathy shook her head, "I can't take that again."
    I chuckled and held her in my arms and told her that she was wonderful and everything would be ok. I was grateful and proud to have given her such a powerful beginning. I could only hope I had not scared her away from sex or intimacy. I also hoped I hadn't made her into a nymphomaniac.
    It wasn't even dark outside as we lay there and cuddled and rubbed each other. She loved the feel of my big hands everywhere on her body, especially rubbing all over her cute butt. When my hands got near her pussy, she would pull them away. It was still too sensitive. Her hands mostly played with my balls and still hard cock. 
    I realized that she had never seen it soft, and if she kept playing with it, she never would. I asked her if she ever rubbed her own pussy. She giggled and said that she had done it sometimes before, but she had done it a lot more since she met me. 
    Our skin had a light sheen of sweat that was becoming a little sticky and I began to feel a chill. I asked her, "Do you want to take a shower?" She didn't respond. Then I added, "..together?" That got a response. She looked at me excitedly, "Okay." We walked naked together to the bathroom where she sat down on the toilet to pee and I started the shower. 
    I had seen many naked women pee, but somehow watching her was special. Kathy looked so small and petite. Her proportions were slender with no cellulite or love handles. Like a model, she had long legs but you could just barely see her ribs. Her lack of hanging breasts was not a turn off. She looked up at me and was embarrassed. I guess that was why she was special. I was her first and I would always be her first love. She was still embarrassed and when she looked down and saw my still hard penis pointing at her, she blushed. 
    The shower was ready and when we got in I knelt so I wouldn't tower over her and the water wouldn't spray into her eyes. Besides, it gave my hands access to more of her body. I grabbed the soap first so I could enjoy putting my hands everywhere I wanted. I avoided her pussy in case it was too sensitive still. Her ass and every other muscular part of her was mine. She squealed and giggled the whole time. I had gone over her whole body at least twice when I handed her the soap and told her to finish between her legs. She rubbed herself real well, for my benefit, while I watched. 
    Kathy then started on me with my neck and almost into my mouth. I sputtered and we laughed. She then worked her way down and to my lower stomach, exploring the muscles and curves the whole way. She then wanted me to stand and she pushed me back to the shower wall. The wall was freezing but I decided to tough it out. My cock only came up to her throat, but it pointed upward slightly and straight at her face. She really worked lather up around my balls before scooping it onto my cock. She knew about rubbing my cock so she began to try different strokes and twists keeping my balls and cock soaped up and slippery. I hadn't intended for her to give me get sexual release. But now that she had examined my cock it seemed only natural for her to play with it. I closed my eyes and concentrated on enjoying every surprising sensation she created in her experimenting. I also made lots of moans, groans, and whimpers, as feedback, to tell her what felt best. 
    I wanted it to go on forever, but I also wanted to cum, to reward her and see her excitement. I felt my orgasm come over me like a tidal wave. It built so quickly to climax that I am sure I surprised her completely. I opened my eyes just as the first pulse of my cock shot soapy white cum straight at her face. She jerked back and the second shot hit her on the throat and down her chest. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was open in a big, "OH". She looked up at my face wondering what had happened. Cum was dripping from her chin and I couldn't help but start a healthy, happy laugh. She started laughing too and we couldn't stop. 
    We quickly rinsed ourselves off and got all the cum off of her. It was convenient to be in the shower. Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed my towel to dry her off. I wanted any excuse to touch her sensitive body and make her giggle. I then put on my bath robe. 
    We went into the living room to lie on the carpet and talk about what had happened. Kathy had tucked the towel around her, up to her armpits, and that was all she wore. I had relaxed enormously with the sexual relief she had just given me. She wanted to know everything about her orgasms, and how our bodies worked. I suspected something, and lifted one side of my robe to expose myself to her. 
    She looked down and screeched in surprise. "What happened to your penis?" 
    Just as I had thought, she had never seen me without having stimulated me into hardness. I had been stimulated a lot by everything about her. But now, I didn't need to look down to know my guy was shorter, soft, and hanging to the side. My balls had dropped pretty low too. 
    She gasped, "It looks just like the statues."  
    I started to laugh. I had to tell her this was normal for guys most of the time. 
    "What made it so hard?" she asked.
    "That's what happens when a guy sees something really sexy."
    Sunrise dawned across her face as she realized what that meant. 
    "You think I am sexy?" she asked so shyly, while a blush began to color her cheeks. She looked away, unable to hold my gaze. Unconsciously, she rubbed her pussy through the towel. I noticed that she had done this several times while we lay there and talked.
    I needed to lighten the mood. I thoroughly enjoyed falling so deep and so fast, through my emotions, but I am sure it was overwhelming for her. I covered myself and reached over and started tickling her. She squealed and jumped up to run and I began chasing her in a game of tag around the living room furniture. As she ran and I occasionally tagged her, her towel kept slipping from under her armpits. Watching her catch it, showing precious glimpses of tantalizing flesh, was making me hard again. One time I turned to get away and she pushed me hard. I sprawled out on the floor, unable to catch myself. She was laughing at me. "Alright, you asked for it." I shouted. She ran but I caught her in a few steps and I threw her into the air easily, catching her softly, and doing it again. We continued to roughhouse for fifteen minutes, with her towel falling open constantly, and she half heartedly tried to keep it on. My constant hardon often pressed against her and occasionally became visible. 
    The pure joy I felt could not be measured. The unconditional acceptance of the young is the only real freedom a person can feel with another person. 
    As we wrestled, we ended up on the floor with her on her back, lying under me. She wiggled and squirmed until she got out in front of me and wrapped her legs around my neck. My chin was against her bare puffy mound and I could have stuck my tongue into her belly button. She stopped laughing and I stopped moving. I looked up the length of her uncovered body and into her eyes. She looked into mine. 
    Earlier, I had decided to wait until she made any indication she wanted to get intimate again, before I would suggest it. It had been less than two hours since she had orgasmed. She asked with fake nonchalance, "Can we, you know, do it again?" 
    I responded by opening my mouth wide and her mound slid right in. This time she knew a little more of what to expect, and all the tension flowed out of her body. She seemed to taste even sweeter this time. I took my time, mouthing all her softest parts without attacking with my tongue. I would wait till she squirmed with impatience before adding another ember to the fire. Sometimes I would add little bites to her thighs. Sometimes I breathed my hottest breath down through the valley formed by her clenching buttocks. Her heavy breathing turned into soft moans and whines. I turned up the intensity a notch. My tongue began to wander freely where it would, and journey from the top to bottom. Occasionally, it traveled so far down, that her butt would clench and trap my tongue against a hard ridge of tight muscle that was her anus. 
    While I poked and wiggled my tongue into all the warmest places, I would feel the tight layer of skin over the hole of her vagina. It reminded me that I had to be careful with her delicate body. 
    My hands felt around the soft flesh of her breasts. I squeezed and pinched lightly. Her hands came up and rested on the back of my hands, massaging the back of my hands in encouragement of what I was doing. I felt her body begin to tense and I quickly slowed down, trying to hold that level of tension. Her moans had become cries and gasps. She began to writhe and wiggle, but I held her chest and shoulders with my massaging hands and kept her tight to my mouth. Slowly I built her up until I was sure she was blind and incoherent with pleasure. I held her like that for ten minutes or more. I then gripped her with my hand and went to max speed with my tongue on her clitoris. Her hips bucked, but feebly, and her cries could barely be heard as she gasped for air. 
    I stopped when her body stopped moving and responding. I watched her sweat covered body as her breathing slowed. After a minute I carried her to my bedroom and lay her on my bed. I pulled the edge of the bedspread over her and lay down against her rapidly cooling body. We lay like that, not talking or moving, for a good forty five minutes. I was again afraid I had overwhelmed her. My pride and fantasies must be wrecking hell with her senses.  
    The sun would be setting soon, so I got up and went to the living room to get her clothes. When I came back, she looked up at me and said, "Thank you." Then a dark look crossed her face, and she asked, "What about you?" 
    I took a huge breath, feeling the pride wash over me. Pride for what I had done to her, and proud of her for her concern for me. I told her honestly, "You make me so happy, I don't need anything." She smiled her proudest smile and lay her head back down. I said, "Come we've got to get you back to the hotel."
    She sat straight up, the covers falling from her naked body, and demanded, "What?"
    "I should get you back to the hotel before dark."
    "I don't want to go back to the hotel. Why are you sending me back there? I don't want to leave?"
    This was the first time I had heard her act with any immaturity. She must be feeling rejected and hurt. I knew I had to be very careful. "Baby" I soothed using my dearest term of endearment. "Your mother may have come back, and if we are gone after dark, she is going to know what we have done. She could make a lot of trouble. She could even send me to prison and I would never see you again."
    Kathy's face softened and then darkened. She glared at me, "I hate her!"
    This was not right. "No, you don't. She is your mother. She would only be doing what she thinks is best for you. I don't ever want to hear that again. She loves you."
    Kathy looked like she was going to cry. I let her. I held her as she sobbed. She had a lot to cry about and it was good that she was letting it out. 
    Afterward, we dressed slowly, and hardly talked. I put her presents in a bag to take with us. As we drove to the hotel, I started talking about what we would do tomorrow. She immediately cheered up as we thought of ideas. 
    At the hotel I walked her to the door. I looked for a shadowy spot, out of view of anyone. I saw one and pulled Kathy into it. I quickly knelt on one knee and kissed her on the lips, but couldn't pull away. Somehow, a short goodnight kiss became a marathon event. After three minutes, I chastised myself for not having more control, and broke away from the kiss. I got up quickly and said, "Call me." and quickly walked away. Almost out of sight I turned and watched her walk dreamily but safely to the door.
    She called and we talked for an hour. I didn't even go home. Instead I went to my work and piddled around, trying to be productive. After half an hour I gave up. I couldn't get anything done I was so distracted talking to her. I explained to Kathy what I was doing at work and that I had to hang up. It took another ten minutes to say goodbye. After that, while I worked, I had to watch myself carefully for mistakes, because I wasn't paying attention. I got home very late and slept soundly from exhaustion. 


