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 C2 The Grateful Old Man and the Eager Young Girl (Mg oral cons ped)

   (Sequel to C1 The Old Grouch and the Annoying Girl Next Door)

   By billy69boy

   Disclaimer: All of my stories, and all the characters, are fictional,
and are not meant to resemble any real persons.  No underage people have
been harmed or otherwise exploited in the creation of this, or any, of my
fantasy stories.



   The stunned old goat watched his little friend devour her bologna
sandwich and slurp down the rest of her drink.  He got aroused all over
again, knowing that only he knew the disgusting secret of her "Special
Lunch".  As he helped Cherie put her panties back on, the phone rang.  He
cursed under his breath about the "damn stairs", as the energetic child ran
to the door and up the steps.  "I'll get it!" she yelled over her shoulder,
as the kitchen door slammed behind her.  She came back down to the
basement, breathless, and handed him the still ringing telephone.

   "Hello?" he spoke.  "Mr.  Brooks, this is Cherie's mother.  I'm terribly
sorry to have to call you, but I'm in a real bind.  My poor mother has
taken a turn for the worst, and her doctors are transferring her to City
General, so she can get the proper treatment there.  I know you are
probably at your wit's end already with my daughter, but would you please
mind her for a few more hours, sir?" his neighbor asked pleadingly.

   Mr.  Brooks groaned into the phone, trying as hard as he could to act
disgruntled and put out by the woman's neediness.  Cherie smiled as he shot
her a quick glance, his eyes twinkling with mischief.  "That will be fine;
I'll do what I can for you.  I'm sure we can manage for a while longer," he
opined.  "One more thing, Mr.  Brooks, and I am so sorry to have to ask:
Cherie hasn't had her bath today, would you be a dear and help her to get
one?" the woman asked.  Another audible grunt of inconvenience came out of
the man's mouth, as he begrudgingly agreed to her request.

   "Thank you so much, sir, I realize that I am quite deeply in your debt
now, and I'll have to figure out some way to pay you back," she responded.
"Don't worry about me, just go and take care of your sick mother," Mr. 
Brooks reassured her.  He hung up, and turned to Cherie, surprised that she
had already disrobed completely.

   "I heard," she said, before the old man even had a chance to open his
mouth.  "I'd love for you to help me get my bath, but first, I think you
have to help me get a little dirtier!" she declared, her eyes dancing and
her smile broadening.  With that, she deliberately reached out and traced
his ever hardening manhood over top of his shorts.  "Young lady, where did
you learn so much about this sort of thing?" he asked uncomfortably, afraid
to utter any words that had to do with sex.  "It's a secret, but I'll tell
you...I watched my mom and her boyfriend once," the tiny dynamo explained.
"I saw them doing things through the keyhole in mommy's bedroom
door...okay, I watched more than once," she confessed, coming clean with
her story.

   "At first, I was scared, `cause I thought he was hurting her," she went
on, "but after they got done wrestling around on the bed, mommy kissed him
and hugged him for a long time.  So, I figured it must have been fun.  I've
been dying to find out for myself how it feels, and now, here we are!" she
declared excitedly.  By now, she had his cock fully stiff in her
inquisitive hands, milking it gently, as she looked up to him with those
innocent blue eyes of hers.

   "I want you to put it in my hole," she stated.  "I need to know what it
feels like!" The old man couldn't believe his ears, but he also couldn't
help but agree with her logic.  Nevertheless, he frowned at her, and
admonished: "Young lady, don't you think you are a little young to be
experimenting with your body?  And what makes you think I am the right
person to help you?" Cherie looked down, and rocked back and forth
uncomfortably on her feet.  "Because you're old, and you know all about
that stuff," she explained, as she climbed back up on his workbench, "plus,
I know you wouldn't hurt me, even if you are a grouch!"
As the little girl lay on her back, squirming into a comfortable
position, she held her legs tight against her naked chest.  The old man
pulled a stool close to her smooth virginal pussy, and sat down, his face
just inches from her shiny labia.  This puzzled the horny young imp.  "How
are you going to put your thing in me if you are sitting down?" she hardly
finished her question before his tongue began lapping at her tiny slit. 
"Ooooohhhh!  That feels sooooo good!" she reacted with glee.  "Mmmmmmmmmmm!
Mr.  Brooks!  Keep doing that!  Lick my hot little pussy!" she implored,
wiggling frantically under his now darting tongue.  "OH YES!  That's IT!"

she went on.

   In no time at all, her tiny body shuddered and shook uncontrollably, as
the old man held onto her firm ass cheeks and licked her spasming cunt to a
frothing orgasm.  As she began to calm down some, he pushed her folded legs
back further, exposing her brown eye to his probing tongue.  He circled her
hot spot with the tip of his masterful tongue, as she wiggled her hips
involuntarily.  He shot his stiff tongue in and out of her forbidden
entrance, then gripped her hips tightly as he planted his whole face onto
her ass, and sucked it with wild abandon.  The little girl's legs shot
straight toward the ceiling, and her head thrashed from side to side, as
she groaned loudly with pleasure.

   "Oh, Mr.  Brooks, I've never felt anything like that...I'm going
again...hold me tight!" she warned, as yet another violent orgasm washed
over her twitching young form.  When her jerking body subsided, the old man
stood up, and helped the perspiring little charge to her feet.  "Come on,
young lady, let's get you into the bathtub," he ordered, as he held her sun
dress over her head, allowing her to wiggle into it.  He wadded up her
soiled panties and put them in his pocket, without explanation.

   The unlikely couple walked hand in hand over to the neighbor's house. 
Mr.  Brooks drew her bath, as Cherie undressed in front of him, showing not
a hint of modesty.  "That licking felt so good, sir, but when are you going
to...Fuck me?" she asked, hesitating before using the F*** word in front of
him.  "Let's concentrate on getting you cleaned up before your mother gets
home," he answered, acting unfazed by her language.  As the old man washed
her hair, Cherie was busy with the bar of soap under the water, between her
stretched open legs.  "I'm going to get real clean down here, so you can
give me a good fucking after my bath!" she announced enthusiastically. 
"Okay, now let's get you rinsed off," he responded.  He helped the girl to
her feet and used the hand-held shower hose to remove the suds from her
tender little body.  When he got to her private parts, she grabbed the
shower head with both hands, and let the water cascade over her clitoris,
giggling and laughing the whole time.

   "Okay, let's do it!" Cherie announced, as she dropped her towel and ran
down the hall to her room.  "Come on, Mr.  Brooks, I know you want to!" she
yelled over her shoulder.  He followed awkwardly behind, like a teenager
anticipating his first real kiss.  She sat on her bed, and tugged at his
shorts, as he stood facing her.  She released his erect penis, and marveled
at his offering, as it bobbed free in front of her face.  "Wow, sir, I
can't wait to feel it inside of me!" she exclaimed, as she stroked it
firmly between her thin fingers.  "You know, it might hurt at first," the
old man warned.  "I doubt that it will.  I've had other things in there,
and I don't have a cherry anymore, so don't worry.  Now, please quit
stalling and fuck me!" she ordered impatiently, as she flopped down on her
bed.

   The old man knelt down on the floor and caressed her inner thighs.  He
lightly touched her aroused pussy, which was already glistening with her
love juice.  The young girl grabbed both his hands, and pulled the old coot
towards her.  "I don't need anything but your hard cock inside me," she
admonished him sternly; as she pulled her legs back as far as they would
go. She guided his helmet to her tiny opening, and pushed forward against
it, as he eased his cock head inside her parted lips.  It slid into her
juicy canal without much resistance, although it was a tight fit.  "Oh, Mr.
Brooks, I've wanted this for so long," she confessed, "and it feels just as
good as I thought it would!"

   Encouraged, the man started fucking the little girl in earnest, slowly
increasing his stroke until he was deep inside her.  She moaned as she
bucked harder against his thighs.  She wrapped her skinny legs around his
back and dug her heels in his sides, holding on for dear life as the
revitalized old man fucked her vigorously.  "Harder, sir, fuck me harder,
I'm getting ready to explode!" she announced.  The idea must have triggered
his brain, and he was caught by surprise by his intense, uncontrollable
eruption deep inside her womb.  "YES!  YES!  Fill me up with your hot
cream!" the girl shouted excitedly.......

   "Cherie!  What are you doing to that poor man?" came the voice from
beyond the open bedroom door.  The old man was completely taken by
surprise, as he jumped back away from the little girl that he just finished
fucking wantonly and without mercy.  As he frantically looked around for
something to cover himself up with, Cherie's mother continued: "Oh, I'm so
sorry, Mr.  Brooks!  Cherie, you should be ashamed of yourself for taking
advantage of our nice neighbor that way!" she admonished.

   No question, the stunned old man was confused as he listened to the
banter between his young lover and her mother.  "It's okay, mom, Mr. 
Brooks doesn't mind," the small girl explained, "I didn't force him,
honest! And he made me feel real GOOD!" "Well dear, as long as you didn't
make Mr.  Brooks feel BAD, I guess it is okay then," her mother decided. 
The old man just nodded in disbelief, struggling to cover his genitals with
his two hands.  Mother and daughter both looked at him, and laughed out
loud, breaking any leftover tension in the room.

   "I brought home your favorite Chinese take-out, honey, so get your
pajamas on, and meet us in the kitchen," the mother instructed.  "Mr. 
Brooks, I hope you're hungry.  Please stay for dinner.  I have some special
dessert in mind for you too."

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