Little White Swimsuit

Chapter 2

We Meet Ellen

Mg tease, fondle, oral, cons

  It is a remarkable coincidence that eight year old Ellen, who
was one of the first of my girls to go through the mass bounce
and twirl routine comes into the pool house door, just as I am
swinging into action with my two small girls.  She catches my eye
and waves to me.  I remember our journey into sex play together
and play it back in my mind.

  Shortly after we moved in, I met Ellen through her pal, Tammy.
Tammy and I were in the habit of satisfying a mutual natural urge
together, two urges, actually.  She had an urge for sweets, and a
lesser urge to satisfy herself sexually by rubbing her pussy up
and down the length of my bare cock.  Of course, we could not
always, or even very often be bare, but a layer or two of cloth
would do, and it would only take a short time for her to reach
her climax.  I, and certainly not she, did not care that much
about my climax being attained.  But I am wandering.

  Ellen seemed to be unaware of Tammy and my extracurricular
activities.  We three had some long conversations in the garage
while I worked, and out in the side yard while they both did
panty exposing tricks for me, and out by the pool while I loafed
in a double lounge with a little girl snuggled up to each side.

  I was very circumspect in my treatment of both girls while they
were together, and Tammy certainly gave no hint of what she and I
did in our time alone together.  When we started swimming, it
turned out that what I thought would be a rival attraction to
take my girls away never materialized.

  You see, Ellen had a pool at her house, but her daddy was lazy,
and my pool was up and running long before he got around to
cleaning and filling their pool.  So I got to play bounce and
twirl and other games with his little girl as she came with the
other kids to swim with Jim.

  The first touches during the times I had a mass of bodies
around got no reaction from the small girl with the reddish brown
hair and freckles.  She had the fair Irish complexion and was a
very lovely little lass, with a slim little body, but she seemed
a little old for her years.  I thought maybe it was her older
sister’s influence.

  So I was careful.  I touched there where one should not touch,
but made sure they could be explained away as accidental, if need
be, and always strictly on the outside of her bathing suit.
Sometimes it was hard to do, as she usually wore a hand me down
suit from her older sister Elise.

  The leg hole elastic was almost shot, and partial pussy
displays were common, and a touch down there could land on a bare
lip as likely as not.  Finally one day, I slipped, felt bare skin
and the lip edge under my finger as I drew it through her crotch.
When we came to the surface, she gave me an enigmatic look
instead of her usual smile.

  "Sorry!  My hand slipped."  I tried to alibi over the shouts
and squeals of the other kids.

  "That's okay, I don't mind."

  What the heck was that supposed to mean?  She didn't mind me
touching her bare pussy?  She didn't mind if it was an accident?
She wouldn't mind me doing it again?

  I could hardly ask which.  Then she wiggled herself around
against me which, unless my sense of feeling on my hip was crazy,
left her suit bunched up even more on one side.  Then her legs
spread apart even wider.  Hmmm.

  "Duck us again, Jim!"  She whispered in my ear.

  "Big breath!"  I whispered to her alone.  I had been hearing
"Duck us" all along, but her call electrified me.  It had been a
charged moment there, little girl perhaps making a decision.  I
felt I knew what it was and went for broke.

  We ducked and I stayed down, holding her tight and looking into
her open eyes under water.  The other hands holding on to my arm
released me and I slid my hand from her thigh under her butt and
up in between where there was a lip and a crease bare now.
Looking into her eyes, I ran a finger up over the lip and down
into the crease and back up to find the bump of her clit.  That
was all I had time for as she began to fight to get air, and my
hand was dislodged.

  As we broke water, she gave me a big grin and an extra hug as
our eyes met again.  Yes!  My intuition had been right, she was
ready.

  "Okay guys!  Break it up.  Time for a little rest for Jim.
Ellen and I want to have a little swim by ourselves."  The kids
were used to me choosing one boy or girl for a little special
attention, so except for a few groans from the latecomers, I
didn't get any static.

  Now that we are alone with each other, Ellen moved around to my
front, and I held her with both hands under her butt.  I just hop
slowly around the pool in water to my chest.  "Ellen?"

  "What, Jim?"

  "Want to try a game of one, two, three?"

  "If you don't stay under too long."

  "We won't go under at all.  Slide up a little and hang on
around my neck."  I adjust her so my right arm is holding her and
my left hand is free to roam.  We are almost face to face now. 
As we count and come to three, I dip until we have water up to
our necks.

  We do this for a couple of minutes, until I can see she is kind
of bored by the lack of action.  "Or we can play one, two, three,
four."  I advise her.

  "Let's play that!"  As I figured, she thinks anything will be
better than what we are doing.

  "Okay, Here we go."  I count to three and during the dip, I
insert my free hand under her wide spread thigh and my fingers go
up into the loose leg hole and caress the smooth skin and the
smooth cleft there.

  Not a short touch, but a slow, deliberate caress of her crotch
under her suit as I look into her wide eyes.  She smiles and as
my fingers find her clit, she sighs and humps her pussy into my
fingers.  I don't remove my fingers, but keep them working at
rolling her clit around as she moves herself to accommodate my
fingering.

  She nuzzles her face into my neck, and relaxes completely in my
arms.  Is that her lips on my neck just below my jaw?  Is this
little girl kissing me?

  "You like this game, or should I stop?"  I ask.

  "Don't stop."  She murmurs into my neck.  “I like it.”

  Our little game lasts ten more minutes, until her big sister
calls her to come out of the water and go home.  Until that call,
my fingers worked on Ellen's pussy and clit, until I knew it all
by heart, and knew the buttons to push to make her sigh and post
herself to a mild, little girl  orgasm on my finger.

  That is our first time for one, two, three, four, but by no
means our last.  Almost every time she swam, at some time Ellen
ended up in my arms, and she always chose that option of the two
games that I presented to her.

  Ellen came around at other times too.  She visited me in my
garage alone, She sat alone with me in a secluded lounge chair by
the pool.  We enjoyed hours of interesting games, ten to fifteen
minutes at a time on her visits.

  I never got her completely bare, though I peeked a lot.  She
surprised me one day by reaching into my loose swimsuit leg and
taking my erection in hand as if it was the most natural thing in
the world.  She did not know to masturbate me at first, but was a
quick learner.  I spent several loads of sperm into pool water
through my suit an she and I bounced and twirled, me with a hand
under her thigh and finger tip massaging her clit, her with hand
down my swim suit, slowly stroking my erection.

  One of my most memorable times with her was when we were out by
the pool by ourselves, and I pulled her shorts and panties down
for a quick peek at her body, and told her what I thought of what
I saw...

  "Oh Ellen, You have the loveliest body.  I love to look at
you."  I murmured as I looked down at the fair skinned little
girl.  I rubbed my hands lightly over her bareness and lightly up
the cleft to tweak her love bump and watch her react.

  "I love to have you look at me, Jim."  That was so sexy and
such a turn on to me that I had to carry her into my bedroom, and
for the first time strip her shorts and panties completely off,
raise her shirt and then kiss from her small little pips of
nipples to her ripe little pussy mound, and tongue her clit until
she had to beg me to stop after I had given her four good
orgasms.  It was her first oral sex of her young life.

  She confessed to me that she thought I was terribly nasty when
I first started to lick her there, but she could not think of
anything that felt so good when I licked her clit.  She returned
the favor by masturbating me to my first release in front of her
eyes.

  I always used care to not ejaculate on my little partners
bodies at first, as I didn't think I would ever want someone
twice my size spraying cum all over me unless I was used to it
and okay with it.  I caught my ejaculate in a towel, and some in
my hand for her to examine.

  She was quite intrigued by what she saw, both the effect
arousal and release had on my organ, and the facial, body and
vocal effects.    She had done some sex play with her sister, but
had no idea that boys or rather a man would want to touch her
there, or that she could have climaxes, and cause someone else to
have one.  She enjoyed exploring her sexuality with me as
teacher.

  Ellen was surprised to hear that she was quite vocal and
certainly had some cute and amusing bodily contortions when
cumming herself.  As with most younger preteen girls, she
lubricated just enough to notice some moisture.  No copious
amounts flowed from her virgin hole upon her climax.  She was one
of a few little girls that even were aroused by clitoral contact
to where she felt some need of fulfillment.   And one of the very
few to feel any need to satisfy her partner.

  Though we used the word love in describing feelings and things
we did to each other, we were not in love.  I felt affection for
her, and she for me, but there was no passionate French kissing,
or any other kind.  We were friends who shared a common goal.
Sexual pleasure.  With some girls it was innocent pleasure, but I
believe Ellen saw the sexual connotation, hence her interest in
my organ and its workings.

  Had she been a little older, we might have explored passionate
kissing, but she wanted none of it.  None of my young lovers
referred to me as boyfriend, and vehemently denied being my
girlfriend, if accused by other kids because I favored them at
some time.  Ellen felt no jealousy at seeing other girls in my
arms.  She knew when she felt the need to be satisfied, she could
indicate it to me, and we would arrange a tryst.

  The three big girls jumping back into the pool brings me back
from my reverie.

My young ones are ready to move on to other activities.  Their
little mounds and between their legs have been well explored by
my careful fingers.

  They have both exchanged looks with me that let me know they
are not exactly innocent in regards to what I am doing.  They
also let me know that it is okay with them.

  My contact with their wriggling, slippery little bodies has
completely rejuvenated my cock.  Little Jim is erect and raring
to go again.  Bring on the girls

Chapter 3 will be along soon.