Kat

© 2013

Fiction by Candy

 

Katherine came into my life because of the Internet, though it wasn’t like you’re thinking. I wasn’t a predator or anything like that.

I'm a web page designer.

The extremely petite “tween” who went by Kat volunteered to put together a web page for a school club she belonged to, understanding too late, I guess, how much work it would be and how unprepared she was to do it. She tentatively approached me one day outside my house to ask if I could help her.

“My mom said you, like, do that kind of thing. Can you help me?”

She blanched when I quoted my hourly rate. That’s when I chuckled and told her I’d waive my fee if she helped me with a few chores around the house.  I told her “You can even claim the chores like some kind of community service thing at school, helping out an old man.”

She giggled, her very long brown hair swaying along with her petite body.  “You’re not old, Mr. Daly.”

“Old enough to know when a young lady is pulling my leg.”  She giggled again.

We agreed on a time later in the evening for her to come over. I watched her half-walk and half-skip away and thanked God for the intervention of exuberant youth into my life once more. With my Molly taken by cancer and the grandkids so far away, I often felt alone—and probably older than I was. Helping Kat would be fun.  Little did I know then just how much fun it would be.

I’d been working in my garden and wanted to clean up before Kat arrived so I took a shower. Stepping out of the shower stall and reaching for a towel, I jumped when I saw her standing there in the bathroom doorway. Wearing shorts and a tank top, her cute little face with its upturned nose peeked out between the parted tresses of her long hair. She was staring at my privates while I tried to cover myself.

“You’re early” was all I could think to say.

She was speechless for a moment before she stammered, “I…I…the door…it was unlocked…and you…didn’t…answer when I knocked…”

I pointed toward a nearby room.  “Why don’t you wait in that room over there? It’s my office, and the computer is already on.”

I walked to my bedroom with the towel wrapped around me. While getting dressed, I laughed to myself about how it must have looked to a young girl who perhaps had no idea of what a man’s unit looked like, never mind one that was semi-rigid from the shower. I haven’t had sex in a long time so those things tend to happen.

When I joined her in my home office, she was at the computer and checking out my browsing history, the little devil. She caught me—why couldn’t a single man like me visit porn sites?  Thankfully she didn’t say anything about either my computer habits or my body parts.   Rather than bore her with all kinds of html jargon, I asked her how much she knew about Microsoft Word.  After she said how she used Word to write school reports, I explained that she could develop a decent web page right in Word before saving it as an html file.

“Then I’ll teach you about hyperlinks and such,” I said.

I sat behind her as she began fleshing her ideas out in the Word document, occasionally asking for my advice on picture placement and page readability. I knew she was troubled by something the way she occasionally lost her concentration. Finally, she built up enough courage to ask.

“You’re not mad at me, are you…for seeing you…naked?”

“Why would I be angry? At my age I’m not that much to look at anyway.”

She thought for a while, and then said, “You’re bigger than I imagined.”

“You were imagining me?”

“No, not you, silly. Like, boys…you know…their…”  She couldn’t say it.

“You can say penis,” I said. “Nothing to be ashamed of when using the correct name for things.”

“I wouldn’t even dare say penis at home.  My mom would kill me for saying a bad word.  You’re a nice man.”

I let it go at that, figuring she wouldn’t tell anyone about seeing me naked since it was all her doing and not mine.  She began to type into Word but I stopped her and had her draw a basic outline on paper of how she envisioned the page.  I may be old-fashioned but the paper sketching always worked for me.  I coached her on setting columns and how they’d translate into html as well as formatting of pictures.  Though only a draft, we saved the document to a web page format so she could see what she’d accomplished so far.

“That’s cool!” she exclaimed, giving me an unexpected hug.

“It’s getting late,” I said, “so maybe we should call it quits for today. Same time tomorrow?”

“Sure. “  With an impish grin, she added, “Will you be in the shower again?”

“No more peeking for you,” I said to her as she extracted her flash drive and giggled.

“See you tomorrow,” she said as she thanked me and kissed me on the cheek.

I felt good about helping her.  She was a smart one and acted beyond her age, which I thought a good sign for her generation. I put out of my mind her seeing me stepping out of the shower.  She seemed more serious when she arrived at my door the following day.  When she called me “Mr. Daly” I asked her to call me Hank “since we’re now friends.”  She liked that.

Her seriousness continued at the computer so I knew something from yesterday was bothering her.  As I was explaining about hyperlinks, sub-pages and meta tags, she stopped and asked about my wife.  “You miss her, right? I mean not just companionship but…sex too.”

“Yes, I miss her, but I’m not going to talk to you about sex.  That’s someone else’s job.”

She appeared to chew on that for a while, but then said, “I saw how you go to sex sites on the web.  Do those help you remember your wife…and having sex with her?”

“I told you I wasn’t going to talk about sex with you.  But you must know a little about it…that people have needs and sometimes they take care of those needs themselves.”

She blushed.  “You mean like touching yourself?”

“The correct name is masturbation…have you heard that name before?” She nodded, still blushing.  I added, “I assume you do that, and so do I.  That’s why I look at sex web sites…to get me…excited.”

“I get…excited…by thinking of Billy Johnson.  He’s a boy in my class.”

“Okay.  I guess there’s something about Billy Johnson that makes you want to masturbate.  That’s okay in my book.”  More nodding.  More blushing.  I said, “Now I’ve said more than I should have on the subject.  Let’s get back to designing a web page.”

While I was talking she was mouse clicking.  She pulled up a Facebook profile of a good looking young black boy.  Billy Johnson.  “That’s him, she said in little more than a whisper.”

Absentmindedly I said, “Black men are rumored to be bigger.”  She gasped, and although I knew I shouldn’t have said what I did, I also knew I hit upon her big secret and the reason for today’s seriousness.  “You’ve seen him, haven’t you?”

Another vigorous nod.  “We were walking through the woods one day and he showed me.  I touched it…and it got big.”

“Is that all you did?”

“Well, like, he touched me too.  He put his fingers in me…and I got all wet down there.”

I chose my words carefully, considering how I’d said more than I should have already.  “It seems like a natural part of growing up and learning, but be careful Kat, since boys aren’t always careful.”  She looked at me with a puzzled expression, so I said, “Safe sex, I mean.  You know; condoms.  You do know about that, right?”

“Yeah, we learned about that in school, but Billy said he’d never use one.”

“Then you’ll never have sex with Billy,” I said as a sort of command, and I think she understood.

We worked on her web pages without any more sex talk, and I thanked God for that.  She proved to be a fast learner as I knew she would be.  We made one more ‘appointment’ to button everything up.  After another goodbye kiss on the cheek, she thanked me for treating her like a grown up and not “like a kid” in discussing sex.  She leaned closer and whispered in my ear, “You said that Billy might be big…down there…because of his color.  You are much bigger…even if you weren’t all the way hard”

Holy shit!  The little imp wasn’t so innocent after all.

Before our next meeting, I showered a bit earlier in case she was early too.  Thinking of Kat being fingered by Billy got my imagination into overdrive.  My cock too.  I was about to masturbate when I heard a noise outside the bathroom. Was Kat here already?  I stepped out of the shower to see quite a vision standing in the doorway.  Like a miniature Lady Godiva she stood there without a stitch of clothing on.  Her long hair cascaded down both sides of her chest, hiding her nipples, and her hands were clasp together in the classic fig-leaf position, so her pubic area wasn’t visible either.  Nevertheless my horny imagination filled in the blanks and my cock bobbed back up.

Before I could say anything, she said, barely above a whisper, “Please teach me about sex.”

I needed every ounce of willpower, standing there agape, with a solid erection, to say no.  “You’re too young, and I don’t feel like going to prison.”

“But I know you want to,” she said, motioning to my stiff dick as evidence.  “I know you like me, and I like you.  I won’t tell…ever.”

“I know you won’t tell, sweetheart, but that’s only part of it.  You’re probably too small for me and I’d hurt you, so it wouldn’t feel good like sex should.”

She gave me a crestfallen look, but as she slowly turned her hands fell away and I saw the most beautiful little vulva possible, bald except for a quarter size bit of peach fuzz above her slit and surprisingly pudgy labia for such a tiny thing.  As her hair moved I caught a glimpse of her bumps, for that’s what they were, little nubs with slightly puffy areolas topped by tiny nipples.  She was more gorgeous without clothes than with them.

Still wet from the shower, I went to her and scooped her up into my arms.  “No sex, but I will teach you,” I said, and she giggled.  The warmth of her petite body against mine, as well as the feel of her tight little ass almost had me cumming spontaneously.  She seemed to enjoy it too as she rubbed her body against mine like a cat against a leg, which was interesting incidentally, considering her nickname.

I placed her on my bed and lay next to her.  I said, looking into her wide-open, pleading brown eyes, “Sex…making love…isn’t just penetration, like Billy Johnson putting his fingers in you.  It’s not about this,” I said as I wiggled my erection against her.  “It’s about caring and caressing and making your partner the center of the universe.”  As I said this I lightly stroked, tweaked and squeezed her tiny tits until she was moaning.

She whispered, “ ‘Making love.’  I like that better than saying ‘having sex’ or using other grosser words.  Are you making love to me?”

“Does it feel good?”

“Oh, yes!”

“Then I am making love to you.”

I swear her eyes almost rolled back into her head.  I wondered if she’d had a small orgasm and wanted so badly to slide my fingers between the pudgy folds of her pussy, but it wasn’t time yet.  Instead I whispered caring words as I ran my fingertips from her tits down her belly, around her navel and up and down both thighs.  I asked her again if it felt good.  Her “YES!” was more a hiccup than a reply.  Kissing her closest nipple as I ran my hand up to smooth her hair away from her sweaty face solicited a lengthy shiver that I took to be another mini-orgasm.  As I continued to touch her in several places except the one I wanted to touch the most, I began to explain the oral aspects of sex though I realized her small mouth wasn’t made for fellatio with me.  Not yet, anyway.

“Can I still touch it, though?” she asked.  How could I say no?

She positioned herself in the opposite direction of how I was laying, with her long hair spread over my thighs as she began to tentatively play with my cock.  The feel of her hair alone nearly had me shooting my load, never mind her touch and the proximity of her lovely little ass and visibly moist pussy.

“It feels different than I expected,” she murmured.

“It’s hard…for you, you should be proud,” I said before realizing the sentiment was lost to her innocence.  With a mind of its own, my hand went to her ass and began to move between her thighs.  She spread her legs at my touch; she was ready.

“Does it feel good?”

“Sweetheart, in a few moments you’re going to find out,” I said as I felt my orgasm building furiously.  She gave my cock a slight squeeze while she stroked it, and I groaned “I’m cumming, Kat…I’m cumming.”

She stopped and said, “Huh?” but no sooner did she feel my shaft’s spasms she got to witness the geyser of hot semen her touch brought about.  “Omigod!” she exclaimed as my second and third rope of hot cum flew into the air and splashed over both of us.

“That, young lady, if you didn’t know already, is what makes babies, and one reason condoms are non-negotiable.”

“That was like, kinda cool, shooting the stuff all over,” she said as she daubed the semen that was in her hair and on her body.  “That was like you would do if you were…in me?”

“Yes, little lady.  I would’ve filled you right up.”

“Wow,” she sighed, probably considering the volume and its implication.

“And now it’s your turn,” I said as I got her onto her back and urged her slender legs apart.

“Are you going to…eat me?”

“Remember, we’re going to use the correct terms for everything.  This is cunnilingus.”  Her pussy was way beyond anything I could’ve imagined before today.  She was incredibly wet and the taste was sublime.  I ran my tongue around her labia along with a few in-and-out penetrations, and then looked up to see two beautiful brown eyes staring down the length of her belly to meet mine.  “How does that feel?”

“Different,” she murmured.

I located her tiny pearl of a clit and flitted my tongue against it, first softly and then with a bit of pressure.  The little piece of flesh turned out to be immensely sensitive.  I saw it in her eyes before I heard it in her voice.  They popped open wide, then wider still.  I maintained eye contact as her clit had my full attention and the soft mouse-like keening sounds began escaping her lips.

Like a mouse: that’s exactly how it sounded.  “Eeeeeeee…eeeeeeeeek, eeeeeeeeeee!” she yipped and squeaked when my clit-licking turned to sucking.  Her full orgasm didn’t ramp up like I expected, instead hitting her like a grand mal seizure, hips bucking and torso arching and contracting. Another metaphor came to mind—the way a heart patient spasms when hit with defibrillator current.  That’s how she came.  A wet one too, my face hit with a mini tsunami I didn’t think a girl her age could produce.  I was proud of myself.

Her eyes took a while to focus.  When they did, she gave me a look that might’ve fried a younger man’s brain.  She didn’t have to express any thanks, everything was in that look.

I was first to speak.  “Now you know that sex isn’t all about a penis in a vagina.”

She shuddered before saying, “But I still want to feel it…all the way,” as she stared at my newly hard-as-a-rock dick and probably imagined the last orgasm would be magnified like tenfold.

“That great orgasm you just had wasn’t good enough?” I said, smiling.

Her eyes fluttered, taking on a true post-orgasmic dreaminess.  “I guess it was, but can I play with you a little more?”

“You sure can.”

She didn’t simply stroke me.  She studied me, touching, pinching (a little) and caressing the whole shaft.  “Are you sure it won’t fit, Mr. Daly…er…I mean, Hank?”

“There’s one way to find out,” I said, and went to fetch a condom.  When she saw the square foil packet her eyes bugged out like she had earlier.  I guided her in unrolling the condom over my hard cock, but not before I had her taste the pre-cum at its tip.

“It tastes better than the other stuff,” she said, nonchalantly accepting this latest experience as another day at the office, like the old saying goes.  I explained what pre-cum was and she filed it away with everything else she was learning today.  I lay on my back and had her straddle me.  Her anxiousness got the better of her, like I figured it would, as she tried to impale herself on my rigidity, getting maybe an inch into her vagina before yelping loudly, “It hurts…no…no!” and got back off in a hurry.  She eventually laughed and said, “I guess you’re right.”

“I’m always right,” I replied, which got us both laughing.

“If it fit it would feel good?”

“Sweetheart, if it fit you’d be making a lot of happy noises right about now.  You’ll get to feel it someday, maybe with Billy Johnson.”

I got another big-brown-eyed look as she said, “Can I have some more… cunnilickins?”

“It’s cunnilingus, and you sure can.” As before I got between her trembling thighs and went to work along with plenty of aroused eye contact.  I saw it in her eyes first.  The lids grew heavy and her eyes began rolling upward as I assaulted her tiny clit.  Then the sounds—what I now think of as her mouse sounds.  The squeaks grew in volume until they were joined by small tremors I felt as my hands cupped and lifted her tight little ass.  More soft sucking and she exploded.  Her orgasm was bigger than before probably because now she knew what to expect.

“I hope you’ve got a good story prepared to explain why you’ve been over here all this time,” I said as I ushered her into my shower.

“My mom doesn’t know anything about the Internet, so I can like tell her anything about making web pages and she’ll believe it.”

“As long as she doesn’t suspect what we’ve been doing.”

She assured me that wouldn’t happen.  As I washed remnants of cum from her hair, she giggled and said, “Is your penis always hard like this?”

“It’s all your doing, young lady.  It’s been a long time…”

She snuggled up to me under the shower’s spray, my erection poking her above her navel in the soft part of her girl-tummy, and said, “I wish it fit.  I wanted to feel it inside me so much.”

What could I say to that?  “You know, Kat, that if you really like Billy Johnson and he likes you, you can bring him over here and learn that way.”  She looked up at me wide-eyed.  I added, “That’s if you trust him, and for him it’s not just about sex.”

“We could, like, use your bed?”

“And a condom too…he wouldn’t have to buy any.  But it’s all up to you.  I’ll leave it as an open invitation.

“Would you watch us?”

“Whoa, that I guess would be up to him.  Sometimes boys and men can’t get hard when they know someone is watching.”

She chuckled and said, “I think Billy could get hard anytime.”  The little she-devil temptress was probably right—look what she’s done to me!

“I bet you never thought kissing was part of sex, did you?  Let me teach you one more thing.”  I pulled her to me and parted her tentative lips with my tongue.  Like with everything else she was a fast learner.  Our lips fused together and our tongues dueled like swords.  When a moan escaped from deep inside her, I slipped a finger into her renewed wetness and finger fucked her to the most amazing orgasm so far.  She really didn’t know what was going on and just let her body respond.

My finger came out with only a small trace of blood, so losing her hymen wasn’t traumatic at all.  I hoped nothing else would be.

After she dressed and left my house, all I had to do was reminisce about my tongue between those cute, puffy pussy lips, and I had to jerk off.  In the back of my mind I had a thought: someday it’ll be more than my finger.  With her web page project completed I didn’t see her for a couple of weeks.  If I said I hadn’t been nervous about someone finding out about what we’d done, I’d be lying.  Was she having second thoughts?  For those couple of weeks every siren I heard made my heart leap and my stomach clench.  Whether a plus or a minus, every one of those nights I dreamt of her lithe little body in various poses on my bed and elsewhere. After every dream I awoke with the achiest hard-on imaginable.  Mary Palm was kept busy.

I was beginning to think it would never happen when my doorbell rang.  Kat and Billy stood on my doorstep, hand-in-hand, her with a big grin and him with a nervous half-smile.  I invited them in and offered them Cokes.

“Is it still okay if we…” she said after taking a sip of her soft drink.

“Of course, but remember…I’ve got the condoms so I get to watch.”

Heretofore apprehensively silent Billy looked at Kat and said, “I told you I didn’t want him to watch.”  At least it didn’t sound like a whine.

I was sitting in a chair opposite the sofa they sat on.  I left my seat and walked up to Billy.  He flinched like he thought I’d hit him or something.  What I did was sit next to him, held my crotch for emphasis and whispered “In case you don’t know, this won’t be the first time this beautiful girl has been in my bed.  So if you want that little slice of heaven then you just pretend I’m not there.”

Kat heard me.  Her big brown eyes were wide open, she was breathing hard, her hand was high up on Billy’s thigh, and there was a bulge.  Like the sexy little imp she was, she whispered in his other ear, “Please…I want you…who cares if he sees us.”

I thought, Oh Billy Boy, I’ve done more than just see her.

I said, “You know where the bedroom is, Kat.  Condoms are on the dresser.”

She impatiently pulled Billy toward my bedroom.  I waited a suitable period of time before I got a kitchen chair, positioned it just outside the bedroom doorway, undressed, and plunked myself down for the show.

Kat was quickly out of her clothes, which obviously whet Billy’s appetite as he correspondingly fumbled with his.  Bless him; Billy’s cock was ramrod stiff once freed.  Nothing about Kat surprised me anymore—the glistening between her labia like dewdrops on flower petals spoke of her pent-up arousal.  My hand was already stroking my stiff cock as I watched.

She finally looked at me and saw my erection, a mooning smile playing across her face. She silently mouthed “Thank you” before returning her attention to her young beau.  She toyed with him by kissing the head of his cock though I knew she had no thought of fellatio.  I knew what she wanted, though it was inevitable that Billy would shoot his load long before Kat was ready.  I’d have to do some coaching.

“Billy, get one of those condoms,” she implored.  Maybe she instinctively knew time was against her, as she hurriedly tore open the packet and unrolled the condom onto his rigid shaft as he mutely watched.

He was a young, virgin kid, so he blissfully knew nothing about foreplay.  Luckily for him she didn’t need any.  She pulled him down between her splayed thighs and guided him into her with a low, humming moan.  I envied the bugger, gloriously deep within her tight little vagina.  Proof that the act is as naturally ingrained in the human male sub-psyche as an instinct is with lower animals Billy began to swing his hips, luxuriating in what must have felt like the warmth of heaven on earth.

Even as he picked up inevitable speed, he still wasn’t fast enough for Kat.  “She cried “Ohhhhh…it feels sooooooooo gooooooood!  Go fasterrrrrrrr!” and bucked her hips in emphasis.

I was happy he lasted as long as he did.  With a groan that almost was a growl he stopped thrusting and threw his head back.  If each clenching of his ass muscles were an ejaculation, he came in bucketfuls.  God bless youth! 

Her cute face betrayed disappointment.  She obviously didn’t have the magnitude of orgasm my finger or my tongue gave her. As he rolled off her she plucked the spent condom from his wilting cock and poured the load of hot goo over her tits like salve.  I didn’t realize I’d been rubbing my cock in earnest until I gazed upon her dilated vulva, gaping ever so slightly after Billy pulled out, before watching her absently spread around his cum and rub it into her stiffened nipples.

“Would you…like more?” I groaned.  She immediately knew what I meant and pulled her hands away from her chest to provide me with a clear target.  Moving past a startled Billy I went to the bed just as I felt myself cumming.  For my age it was quite the ejaculation.  I sprayed several ropes of cum all over Kat’s chest and belly, much to her squealing delight.

After the semen cooled and she grew tired of daubing it, she asked me about how to suck cock.  I reminded her to use the correct term—fellatio—and gave her a few pointers, taking one of her fingers and demonstrating with my mouth.  She showed me one more time what a fast learner she was as she took Billy into her mouth and sucked him back to erection.

I tossed her another condom, and while she unrolled it on, described the doggie position.  She was dubious at first but he took to it like the young horn dog he was.  After entering her anew, he rubbed all the right spots as she began to moan again.  I’ve always suspected that doggie style, though a turn off for some women because of its impersonal feel, was most women’s ticket to better orgasms because of the angle of penetration, especially Kat with her super-sensitive clit.

Voyeurism was the best porn.  I watched her as she gazed back at thrusting Billy, his body tense, her mouth hanging open.  What a sight!  I imagined what it must be like to be the young boy right then, sliding in and out of her velvet vise of a vagina, and I was masturbating again.

“Oh my god…omigod…omigod…OMIGOD!” she screamed, and whether spurred by her vocalization or from her internal contractions Billy was cumming too.  And so wasn’t I.

Mindful of my self-splattered semen, I left the kids alone so they could talk about what they’d experienced in my bed.  I showered, and by the time I was done, I had a little déjà vu, although this time with two naked kids waiting for me instead of one.

“Can we use the shower now, Hank?” Kat asked.  I looked at the young naked couple standing there holding hands.  These two should have been the shipwrecked duo in The Blue Lagoon, so natural and yet so primal in post-orgasmic languor. I stepped aside and let them have the shower stall.

I should have predicted what happened.  Soon after water was running again I heard the unmistakable grunts and groans of coitus.  “You don’t have a condom on, Billy,” I shouted, “so don’t cum inside her…you don’t want her pregnant, do you?” I got no answer but the silence before the next series of groans and exclamations gave me hope.

On their way out the door they reiterated that they wouldn’t tell anyone about my role.  Kat wanted to know if they could use my bed in the future and I agreed, reminding them of my desire to watch. I warned them again about unprotected sex and sent them away.

Considering how horny Kat was I thought their visits would be a regular thing.  Maybe it was nerves, or maybe it was second thoughts but several weeks went by before they knocked on my door again.  I didn’t ask any questions as they went to my bedroom and I followed.

After undressing, Kat told me matter-of-factly that she loved sex with Billy but he wasn’t any good at cunnilicking.  If Billy hadn’t been so dark skinned, I bet he’d be blushing.  I corrected her again on the correct term before she asked me the magic question.  “Will you show him?  You do it GOOD!” she said as she plunked down on the bed and spread her legs for me.

“…Do it well…” I muttered to myself while thinking about how silly it was to correct her grammar when she was giving me the gift of her delicious pussy.  I didn’t care if Billy was watching or even if he took notes.  I nestled between her stick-like thighs and put my tongue and lips to work.  The orgasmic juice and the wailing came soon enough, as I knew it would.  I just hoped she didn’t tell Billy that was how it was done, for I sensed he got the message without any further urging—his cock was standing stiff and tall, and leaking tears of pre-cum.

“She’s all yours, big guy,” I said as I got off the bed to let him take my place, condom in hand and ready to roll.

They started in the missionary position before Kat said the “other way” was better and they switched to doggie.  Billy would take a while before he shed the inevitable PE that came with his age.  He came well before she got to the Big One.  Kat hid her disappointment well.

The next time they showed up at my door I gave them a clinic on positions, trying to help them find the right combination that prolonged his release and heightened her orgasm.  And that’s how it went.  They arrived and I watched.  When she asked me one day if I could teach her more about web design, I said yes without a thought of sex.  We set a day and time.  Still an hour away from the time we set, I took a shower.  While I was toweling off, I looked toward the doorway and saw her standing there, naked as the day she was born.  The difference this time was that she was holding a condom packet in her hand.

“Where’s Billy?” I asked.

She smiled mischievously and said, “Remember I said you’d get another chance to see if it would fit?  I’m ready to try.”

My cock bobbed upward as I gazed upon her tender pussy with the small patch of pubic fuzz.  “You know what we’re gonna do first?  I’m gonna shave that little coochie bald like a baby’s butt and then maybe I’ll shave mine too.”

She giggled and said, “I bet coochie isn’t the correct name for that part.”

“You’re right, but today I’m going to teach you a whole new language.” She jumped up into my outstretched arms and gave me the biggest, wettest, ‘tongue-iest’ kiss around.   Retreating back into my bathroom, I got out my shaving kit, sat her on the toilet seat, and shaved her pubic patch while she giggled the whole time.  I cut most of my bush with scissors before we took turns shaving me.  Thankfully no nicks or cuts, though I was sore as hell from the shave.

The shower was a great place for foreplay though she didn’t need any.  Still wet I carried her to my bed, lay her on its edge, made a show of putting on the condom, and waved my stiff one around a bit to make sure she knew the magnitude of what was coming, if she didn’t know already. I completely forgot how sore my pubic region was from shaving.

Her breath caught in her chest when I placed the head of my cock between her pudgy labia and pushed.  Her eyes flew open to the size of dinner plates and I swear she stopped breathing.  This was beyond tightness.  She was, after all, getting what she asked for.

“The Devil’s breaking into Heaven!” I bellowed.

 

The End

 

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